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Fresh Pt. 2Scarlett Johansson was still feeling fresh as she spent the week hanging out at Beyonce's penthouse suite. The black queen had plans for them involving one special white boy who would be coming up to join them. She didn't bother telling Scarlett about that. It was best to surprise her instead of revealing a kinky plan. They could only have so much fun alone. A real cock was better than playing with fake ones.
The phone buzzed against the marble countertop, rattling between the half-empty wine glasses that sat there untouched from hours earlier. Beyonce didn’t move. She just smirked, watching Scarlett’s eyes flicker toward the sound with curiosity. "Are you expecting someone soon?" Scarlett asked, trailing a finger down Beyonce’s thigh where she lay sprawled across the couch, still glistening from their earlier activities. They were both naked without any need of putting on clothes.
Beyonce nodded, smirking at her. "I think we could use a man to bring us some dick."
"A man?" Scarlett said. "You didn’t mention we were sharing tonight."
Beyonce's smirk deepened, her fingers tracing idle circles on Scarlett's bare thigh. "Oh, we're sharing a big fuckin' white cock. I want to see you deepthroat one. How about that?"
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. Beyonce must've heard the rumors that went around about how she could deepthroat an entire length. She got up and put on a robe covering her body. The black queen didn't bother covering her beautiful, buxom body.
Scarlett tightened the belt of her robe, revealing a little bit of cleavage. Beyonce laid down on the couch, showing the awesomeness of her amazing big black booty while Scarlett went to go make herself another glass of wine. A few minutes passed and there was a knock on the door.
"There's that white boy..." Beyonce called out with a moan. "Scarlett! Move your fucking ass and let him in!"
Scarlett rolled her eyes knowing Beyonce couldn't see her. She swaggered out from the kitchen and walked to the door. She opened it and was greeted by a man in a suit. Short black hair, slim body and a big grin on his face.
"How do you do, Scarlett?"
Her jaw dropped. She recognized him. It was Martin, one of her old boyfriends. Now Scarlett knew where he went after they quit linking up. Beyonce must've swooped him up out from under her nose when she wasn't paying attention. He walked right in like he had been in this penthouse a hundred times before. Beyonce smiled, calling out to him, "there's my white boy!"
Martin's grin widened as he stepped into the penthouse, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. "I see you ladies already got to work."
"Yeah, you know I didn't invite you here to run your mouth. We're here to fuck."
Beyonce grinned at Scarlett, "when is the last time you took a cock all the way down your throat?"
Martin shrugged off his suit jacket with practiced ease, tossing it over the back of a chair llike he had a say in this place. Scarlett hurried over to him. She could guess that Beyonce wanted her to undress Martin so she went on and did it without answering that question hinting to deepthroating. Martin looked at her a little awkward. Since they were former lovers, this was a strange feeling. Strings would definitely be attached at the end of this meeting between them. Scarlett took off his shoes and then he stopped her, "don't worry, I can take off my pants myself."
Beyonce watched from the couch."Oh no, baby," she purred, stretching her arms above her head. "Let her do it. Scarlett’s got that experience with your zipper. Ain't that right?"
The jab landed exactly as intended. Scarlett’s cheeks flushed, but her fingers didn’t waver. She popped the button of Martin’s trousers with a sharp tug, yanking them down to his hips in one smooth motion and then his underwear after. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, and Scarlett couldn’t help the way she grinned looking at it. She was familiar with this cock which made this all the better. He moved his legs out from his pants and underwear. Scarlett grinned as she gripped his cock and then led Martin over to the couch where Beyonce waited for them.
Martin’s fingers tangled in Scarlett’s hair the moment she sank to her knees in front of him, her lips parting before she even touched him. She knew this cock—the weight of it, the way it curved slightly to the left, the way the veins pulsed under her tongue when she dragged it up the length. The familiarity sent a thrill through her, sharpened by Beyonce’s gaze burning into her back.
“Look at you,” Beyonce murmured, shifting on the couch to prop her chin on her hand. “You look like you been starving for a cock.” Scarlett didn’t answer. She was too busy wrapping her lips around the head of Martin’s dick. Her big blue eyes locked onto him as she brought it into her mouth and began to suck hard. Scarlett gave Beyonce what she wanted to see by quickly deepthroating that entire cock.
"God damn!"
Beyonce sounded happy. Scarlett closed her eyes. Her cheeks sunk in as she began to suck hard. Martin smiled, moaning as he patted her on the head.
"That bitch knows how to suck dick, huh?" Beyonce called to him.
Martin watched the movement of Scarlett's big lips she swallowed him whole again. Beyonce let out a low, approving hum from the couch and then got up. She shook her hips as she moved over, sitting down next to Scarlett. She was ready to join in anytime soon.
Scarlett pulled back with a wet pop, saliva stringing between her lips and Martin's purple helmet.
She kissed the tip and then went back down, sucking harder this time. Her left hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them below as she worked her lips up and down. She pushed it all the way down again, letting Beyonce see the deepthroat action up close like this. When she pulled back, Scarlett gasped for air and moved aside.
Scarlett sat back on her heels, watching as Beyonce rose to her knees, her full breasts swaying with the movement. Martin dropped his lower lip. He knew what was coming. Since his cock was all slick and wet, Beyonce knew where she wanted it first.
She grabbed his big white cock with one hand, guiding it between the valley of her breasts and pushing them together around it.. She began rocking forward, her tits engulfing him as she moved them back and forth. She grinned up at him, smiling. The joy she had at tittyfucking was something no one could deny.
Scarlett bit her lip, delighted to see Beyonce giving a titfuck like this. Beyonce’s tits were a masterpiece. They were soft plush, heavy, and made to fuck even the biggest dicks out there. She worked Martin’s cock with slow, deliberate rolls of her torso, her eyes locked onto his face as she watched his reactions and listened to his moans. Every time he twitched, she’d clamp down harder, the underside of her breasts smearing precum along his length. Scarlett leaned in, licking the head as it poked up.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh," Martin groaned and cried out. "Just like that."
Beyonce laughed and quickened her pace, fucking his cock easily as she kept pumping up and down. She knew he wouldn't be able to handle much longer but she didn't care.
"You like that? You like how my big black titties work that big fucking white dick of yours?"
Martin nodded. That was his only reply. No words needed. Scarlett watched with close attention, her own arousal building as Beyonce’s breasts squeezed and massaged Martin’s big dick with practiced ease. The sight was so beautiful. Beyonce slowed down and then Martin pulled his cock out from between her cleavage.
"What's the matter? Too scared I'm gonna make that big white cock explode between my big black titties?"
"Maybe."
Scarlett cleared her throat, "or maybe he wants to put it in your ass."
That gave both of them an idea.
“Oh? You think he can handle this fine fucking ass?” she said, rolling onto her hands and knees, presenting that infamous booty with a deliberate sway of her hips. The curve of her ass was on full display. Scarlett grinned and Martin slowly smiled. "You want to fuck this ass, baby?" She teased him by shaking it, making the cheeks smack together.
Martin swallowed hard, his gaze locked on the way her cheeks clenched and released with each movement. Scarlett didn’t miss the way his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab. “I mean, yeah,” he managed to say. “If you’re offering. You should know that I'm never going to say no to that!” Scarlett and Beyonce looked at each other and laughed.
Martin gripped Beyonce’s hips, his fingers of one hand sinking into the soft give of her flesh as he lined his big white dick up the crack with his other. The first press of his cock against her tight hole drew a sharp inhale from Beyonce, her shoulders tensing, her back arching deeper, begging for him to push in. Scarlett watched from the couch where she was sitting now, her own thighs pressing together at the sight. She started fingering herself as Martin slammed his cock up that big black booty.
“Easy,” Beyonce said, though the command was undercut by the way her breath hitched when Martin pushed in just a little farther. “I ain’t some cheap bitch you can just pound into. I want you to take your time”
Martin obeyed, rocking into her with slow pumps and thrusts. The stretch was visible, the way her rim clung to him, the way her thighs trembled as he worked himself deeper. Beyonce began to shake her ass, pumping it back.
"Go harder," she told him.
Scarlett watched, now fingering herself more rapidly. She used her middle finger. Her thumb brushed over her clit. She spread her legs for Beyonce to see, but the black queen was more focused on feeling the pounding length of Martin's long white dick stretching her dark asshole.
Martin’s rhythm stuttered for a second, whether from nerves or the sheer tightness of her, but then he found his footing, driving into her with deep, measured thrusts. It made her tits bounce underneath her. She took it all. Beyonce could handle great poundings, but only after a man started out slow. She rocked back, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Beyonce’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions beneath her. Scarlett could see the way his balls tightened, the way his thighs flexed with every movement, and she knew he wouldn’t last much longer as he kept going. Not with Beyonce’s ass squeezing him like a vice.
"I want that fucking white cock in my pussy. I need it," Beyonce told him. She wanted to get fucked more than anything right now with Scarlett watching.
Martin pulled out of Beyonce’s ass and then in no time repositioned himself between her thighs. Scarlett watched from the couch, her fingers still working between her own legs, as Martin gripped Beyonce’s hips tighter, his knuckles whitening as he lined himself up with her dripping pussy. The head of his cock caught on her entrance, and Beyonce let out a low, impatient groan, pushing her hips back against him. “Quit teasing god damn it,” she hissed, and Martin obliged, slamming into her with one smooth, deep thrust that made her arch her back and cry out. She raised her head and moaned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeah..." Beyonce's voice sang.
Scarlett bit her lip, her own movements faltering as she watched Martin’s hips piston forward, his balls slapping against Beyonce’s clit with each snap of his pelvis. Beyonce’s ass jiggled with the force of it, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her big black tits flapped around underneath and then she started uttering those filthy commands that Scarlett knew all to well. “Fuck me harder. Give me that white dick,” she demanded and Martin obeyed. His thrusts became rougher, more erratic, his control slipping as Beyonce’s pussy clamped down around him. He was pounding into her.
"Yeah! That's it! Fuck me!!"
Martin’s thrusts kept on going as she arched beneath him and kept pushing back. Beyonce made sure to match his thrusts. Their skin smacked together making her booty cheeks move.
"FUCK!!! I'M SO CLOSE!!!"
He gritted his teeth, hips stuttering, his grip on her waist bruising in the best way. Beyonce only laughed, low and breathless, pressing back against him, milking him with the clench of her thighs. “Then fucking cum for me, white boy,” she commanded, and Martin obeyed like it was the only law he’d ever known. With a groan that tore from his chest, he yanked his cock free at the last possible second and held it in his twitching hand. His release splattered hot and thick lines of semen across the small of Beyonce’s back in messy, glistening ropes.
Scarlett watched as the first rope landed just above the dimples at the base of Beyonce’s spine, the second streaking higher, painting below the shoulders. Beyonce shuddered, pressing her forehead into the couch cushions, her own climax still lingering in the twitch of her thighs. “Damn,” she laughed. “You shoot like a fucking fountain.” Martin could only pant in response, his cock twitching weakly in his hand as the last drops fell to the floor like a few rain drops trailing off a coat.
Scarlett slid off the couch, dropping to her knees beside Beyonce with a hunger that surprised even herself. She didn't know how bad she wanted this until seeing it with her own eyes. Without asking and without even needing to; she leaned in, tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up the curve of Beyonce’s spine, collecting the mess Martin had left behind. It was the taste of him that she missed dearly. Long after their break up, she had missed swallowing Martin's cum. It was fresh. A thick, creamy hot load that she had not tasted in so long. It quenched her thirst and appetite for dick. She moaned softly, lapping at the streaks with a devotion that bordered on worship. Beyonce arched into it, feeling Scarlett's pale hands across her ebon skin.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, good girl,” she purred, tilting her head to watch Scarlett work. “Clean me up real nice.”
Martin, still catching his breath, staggered back a step. He hesitated for a moment and then sat down on the couch. “Fuck,” he uttered while running a hand through his hair. “I think I need a cigarette after that, and I don’t even smoke.”
The End.
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