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Fresh
The money smelled clean. Fresh. Fresher than most things in life. That was how Beyonce preferred her New York penthouse to smell.
Scarlett Johansson traced her fingers along the marble countertop, watching Beyonce’s reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows as she moved through the open space, hips swaying with every step. That big black booty easy to spot as a reminder that it was as much an honor as it was a privilege to be her guest.
Beyonce had called it a "private meeting," which Scarlett knew was code for something else entirely. It meant to get her sexy ass over to her place and take off all her clothes. There was a strict rule in Beyonce's penthouse that no clothes were allowed upstairs in the bedroom.
Once she arrived, Beyonce offered a bottle of wine. That turned into sharing a few glasses back and forth. An hour later they were in the bed, rubbing bodies together.
Scarlett’s breath hitched when Beyonce turned her back, presenting that glorious black ass like an offering that was only meant for worship. The curves were perfect. Full, round, and barely contained by the sheer lace of her thong. Scarlett couldn’t resist dragging her nails lightly down the slope, feeling the warmth of Beyonce’s skin beneath her fingertips. A shiver ran through the singer’s body, and she arched into the touch with a low, approving hum. "You gonna stare all night," Beyonce said with a glance over her shoulder, "or are you gonna put that mouth to work like a good bitch?"
The challenge hung in the air, thick as the scent of expensive perfume and arousal. Scarlett didn’t need to be told twice. She dropped to her knees behind Beyonce, hands gripping those lush hips to steady herself before pressing a hard kiss to the small of her back. Her tongue traced the dip of Beyonce’s spine, slow and deliberate, relishing the way the muscles tensed under her lips. Every inch of skin tasted like salt and luxury, like something she shouldn’t be allowed to have but couldn’t stop taking.
Beyonce adjusted herself, spreading her legs just enough to give Scarlett a glimpse of what she really wanted. The thong was soaked through, clinging to her folds, and Scarlett groaned against her skin before nipping lightly above the crack of her chocolate booty. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm yeah," Beyonce hissed lowly, grinding back against Scarlett’s face. "Quit teasing and get to work." Scarlett obeyed, hooking her fingers into the lace and peeling it down with agonizing slowness, drinking in the sight of bare, glistening skin.
The moment the fabric hit the floor, Scarlett buried her face between those cheeks. She moved between Beyonce's legs and licked a wet stripe up from Beyonce’s clit and down to the tight clench of her asshole. Her tongue completed a journey between the thighs and reaching the plump cheeks. Beyonce gasped, thighs trembling, and Scarlett did it again, harder this time, swirling her tongue around the sensitive rim before plunging it inside. Beyonce’s moan was loud, her fingers twisting in the sheets as Scarlett worked her open, licking and sucking until the sexy diva was panting and ready for more.
"I want to make you feel good. Please let me," Scarlett spoke softly, begging for more. Beyonce was not a woman to make demands to.
Beyonce obliged without a second thought, giving in to the desire of being served by this beautiful actress. She flipped around onto her back and spreading her legs wide, her dark skin gleaming under the dim bedroom lights. Scarlett crawled up her body, pausing only to suck a little bruise into the inside of her thigh before sealing her mouth over Beyonce’s dripping cunt. The taste was overwhelming. Sweet like honey. Scarlett moaned into her, flattening her tongue against Beyonce’s clit as two fingers slid effortlessly inside. The use of her tongue and fingers together sent Beyonce into a mix of pleasure. She moaned loudly, calling out to Scarlett.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhh!!"
Scarlett finished rimming Beyonce's ass and pulled out her tongue. She moved around so she could now eat that black pussy with Beyonce laying on her back, offering it up. Scarlett knew that pussy by heart. This was far from the first time she tasted that beautiful snatch. Slipping inside, she listened to Beyonce moan loudly. She pressed deeper, twisting her wrist slightly, and Beyonce arched herself, pushing her heels down into the bed and raising her knees. "Right there! Right there!" She grunted and gripped a fistful of Scarlett's blonde locks of hair.
Scarlett didn’t let up. First, she pulled her tongue out and gazed up to see Beyonce cupping her big black tits. She flicked her tongue over Beyonce’s clit in quick, tight circles, the way she’d learned the singer liked it after a handful of these secret rendezvous events between them. The room filled with the slick sounds of her mouth working. Beyonce adjusted her position again and closed her legs around Scarlett's head, holding her there in place. Scarlett's tongue went deeper and deeper, licking furiously.
Then Beyonce’s grip tightened, her whole body tensing like a bowstring pulled taut.
“I'M GONNA, I'M GONNA... OH GOD!!!”
Her warning was cut off by a choked cry as she came, thighs trembling around Scarlett’s ears, her cunt pulsing around the fingers still buried inside her. Scarlett kept her mouth sealed tight, swallowing every last drop, licking her through the aftershocks until Beyonce shoved her away with a breathless laugh. “Sweet Jesus, woman. You tryin’ to kill me with that tongue? You always do lick it good, but that time was better than the last few.”
Scarlett wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at her with loving eyes. “I'm just doing my job to serve you.”
Beyonce’s laughter was a slow, warm thing, curling through the air like smoke as she reached down to pull Scarlett up by the hair. Not hard, but enough to make her whimper in a soft pitch. “Your job is done. Well done, I might add,” she said, thumb tracing Scarlett’s swollen bottom lip, “but it ain’t done yet.”
“Turn over,” she ordered, and Scarlett obeyed as quickly as she could.
The sheets were cool against her flushed skin, but Beyonce’s hands were hotter with a bit more sweat. She, traced the line of Scarlett’s spine before gripping her hips and yanking her up onto her knees. Scarlett gasped, arching her back out instinctively, and then she felt Beyonce’s breath blowing across the back of her left thigh. Scarlett would never admit to anyone how wet this made her. Beyonce’s tongue dragged slow and wet up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where Scarlett wanted it most. “You always taste so good,” she mused, teeth scraping lightly over sensitive skin. “Like you been waiting for me and no one else.”
Scarlett groaned, forehead pressed into the mattress. “I always wait for you,” she admitted, the words in a low voice, but honest. Beyonce’s answering hum vibrated against her skin, and then, she finally pressed her mouth to the folds and slithered her tongue in. Scarlett’s hands fisted in the sheets, teeth gritted as she pulled at the sheets. Beyonce slipped inside and devoured that fresh pussy.
"Fuck."
The curse shattered into a moan as Beyonce’s fingers joined her tongue, two sliding in deep, crooking just right to get in tightly. Scarlett could feel her shaking, could hear the slick sounds of her own arousal, could smell sex thick in the air.
Beyonce went further, not stopping. She fucked Scarlett with her fingers, relentless, mouth sealed tight around her clit, sucking in time with each thrust. Scarlett was close. So close that her thighs trembling, toes curling, when Beyonce suddenly pulled away. “You ain't cumming yet,” she purred, pressing a kiss to the curve of Scarlett’s right thigh. “I wanna feel you.” Before Scarlett could protest, Beyonce was flipping her onto her back again, sliding up her curvy body with the ease of a huntress. She caught Scarlett’s wrists, pinning them above her head with her dominant right hand while the other guided Scarlett’s thigh over her hip.
Scarlett surrendered, wanting more of this dominant prowess from Beyonce. When the singer let, Scarlett kept her hands raised above her head. Beyonce went back into that pussy, licking rapidly and making Scarlett moan and squeal.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes... Yesssssssss"
Pulling her tongue back, Beyonce began by kissing the wet folds and then her tongue flicked mercilessly against her clit. She then went back in, consuming Scarlett. She whimpered, thighs trembling, fingers twisting in the sheets above her head. Still obedient, still surrendering. Beyonce’s hands gripped her hips, holding her down with effortless control, her mouth never slowing, never relenting. The wet, slick sounds of her tongue working Scarlett’s pussy filled the room, mingling with Scarlett’s ragged breaths and the occasional broken plea.
Then, with a sudden, wicked shift, Beyonce pressed two fingers back inside her, curling them just enough to make Scarlett break. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her, electric consuming everything within her. Beyonce held Scarlett down, lapping up and swallowing everything that she had to offer her. This was her tasty reward for a day of hard work.
Beyonce finally pulled back, lips glistening, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She grinned down at Scarlett, who was still struggling to catch her breath.
"I haven't tasted you that good in so long," Beyonce kissed Scarlett's thigh and laughed. "I go without just enough that it tastes like the first time all over again."
The whole penthouse now smelled like sex and pussy. That went well with the scent of fresh money.
The End.