K!ES

"Kelly, I don't know. I- I haven't done this before." She mumbled nervously to her friend as they both walked through what seemed like a never ending hotel corridor.

"There's a first time for everything, BB! You need to get laid and let me tell you this girl..." Her friend nudged her shoulder, a sly smirk on her lips. "Will be the best you ever had!"

The blonde sighed. "It feels weird. I should've just called Ci— Ah!" She yelped as her friend slapped her on the shoulder.

"What the fuck Kelly?!"

Her friend side eyed her, lips pursed in disapproval. "Now you know damn well you shouldn't be thinking about that."

"Anyways," she came to an abrupt halt at the end of the hallway. "Here we are," she pointed to the room behind her.

Room 404.

"Remember to not scare her off." Kelly patted her arm.

Beyoncé worried her lip between her teeth. "Are you sure? I'm not—"

"Oh for fucks sake. You want me to accompany you inside?" She groaned, throwing her hands in the air and then she opened the door for her.

"Please." she said dramatically, gesturing her inside.

She took a deep breath in and stepped in. Kelly closed the door with a goodluck! behind her and she turned around to lock it.

The corridor that extended into the bedroom felt intimidating and she had half a mind to open the door and bolt outside but she was sure Kelly would've dragged her back in.

As she walked into the room, she could hear water running inside the bathroom. So the girl was here already.

She did a quick once over around the room. The bed was neatly made, there were some candles on the table, explaining the vanilla scent floating around, there was another nightstand on the other side of the bed and bottle of water along with two cups on it.

She sat down on the bed, playing with her fingers nervously. The water had stopped running by now, her partner would be out any moment. She did a quick breathing exercise trying to calm her nerves. It's been a while since she slept with someone but it felt like forever since she did it with a total stranger.

How long was that ago? Back when she was in university probably. It was that long ago. She smiled as she remembered those days. Kelly and her got into some wild shit together. Funny how somethings haven't changed at all.

The door opened behind her. "Hi there," a sweet voice greeted her. She turned around and froze.

What the fuck.

"Professor Knowles?!"

"Y/N?!"

She shot up from the bed, covering her mouth in shock. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes darted around the room, trying to look at anywhere but you wrapped in just a towel in front of her. 

"You're Kelly's friend?!" You stared at her wide eyed as if everything was connecting right in front of you.

Oh god.

She dropped her hands awkwardly to her sides. She should have listened to her instincts and canceled this. "Look, Y/N. I'm really sorry. Let's just forget this happened." She said, already inching backwards to the door.

"Wait," you said, walking closer to her. "Kelly told me about your... little problem," you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Her face paled. This was so humiliating. How was she supposed to go to work next week? Face you outside this room...

You quickly straightened your face noticing her unease. "Hey, I'm not gonna tell anybody."

She gave you shaky nod. "Me neither but I'm gonna go. This is so inappropriate. I'm sorry. I'll pay you for your time and—"

"Kelly paid already."

Dammit Kelly!

"Besides," you said, walking closer to her. "I can still help you, Professor." She cringed at the title. It felt odd hearing it outside her classroom especially in this context.

"That's not appropriate, Y/N." She whispered, finally finding the courage to look at you and she was suddenly aware of you in a way that she wasn't supposed to be.

Your skin was still wet from the shower and some of the droplets dripped down between yout breasts which were barely covered by the towel you had on.

"Kelly told you were very troubled, I can help with that." Your hand grabbed hers and she hated how she didn't pull away.

She ripped her gaze from you and looked at her hand in yours.

"Is this your job?" She asked, gulping nervously.

You laughed, hand still in hers. "Of course. I'm sure you're aware of how expensive my tuition is.”

That snapped her out of her daze. "Uh okay. But you don't have to do this. We shouldn't be doing this.”

"Nobody has to know." You countered, your hand now trailed up her arm, sending shivers in its wake. "Let me help, professor."

"Beyoncé. Call me Beyoncé." She said, her voice low and strained.

You smiled a bit taken aback but then repeated her name slowly. "Beyoncé, do you want me to help you?"

She closed her eyes.

It shouldn't feel good hearing her name like this.

But it's okay, right? No one will know.

And it’s been so long. Way too long.

Nobody will know.

"Yes."

"Come on," you led her back to the bed.

"How long have you been doing this for?" She asked.

"Long enough."

It was clear you didn't want to talk about it so she didn't push and instead focused on another question.

"Have you... with Kelly?"

You turned to face her with a raised brow. "Beyoncé are you afraid of the word sex?" You asked with a small laugh.

Her cheeks pinked. "No, I just. This is... strange and it's also my first time doing this and it's been a while and I—"

She stopped herself before she could ramble her sad sex life to you.

You watched her with an amused smile and sat down. "Come here," you patted the bed, gesturing her to sit next to you.

She did so awkwardly. Trying to avoid looking at you too much.

"It's okay if this is your first time with an escort. And to answer your previous question, Yes. Kelly and I have had sex a few times. Does that bother you?"

"No," she gasped. It sort of did but she wasn't going to unpack that right now.

"Good." You said. "We can take it at your pace, okay? Now, how do you want me?"

She frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

You huffed a laugh. "Is there anything specific you're into? A kink? A position?"

Her face heated up at your words. "Uh. I don't think so." She whispered, looking down at her lap. It was embarrassing as is but to have this type of conversation with her student? She knew the regret will hit like her truck once she steps outside.

You hummed. "Well are you a top or a bottom then?"

That was easy.

"Bottom." She answered, a bit more confidently this time.

"Ok. I can work with that," you said before fully turning your body to face her.

"Let's start this slow, okay? I'll get you comfortable and if you aren't, you can always tell."

Her heart was thumping against her chest. She gave you a nod, but you tutted. "I need to hear you Beyoncé."

That sent a shiver down her spine. "Ok." She whispered, closing her eyes. "I'm okay."

You cupped her cheek and gave her a quick peck.

"Good." And then leaned in for a real kiss.

Her lips pressed against yours slowly. She could taste the faint cherry on them. Her hands wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

You gave her a satisfied hum at that and then placed one hand around the back of her neck while the other curled into her hair, scratching her scalp gently.

It's been so long since she had even kissed like this and you were a great kisser. Beyoncé found herself deepening the kiss, and moaned when you gave her bottom lips a gentle bite before entering her mouth.

You pushed her on the bed and got on top straddling her still not breaking the kiss.

This was slow? Her head felt dizzy already. As if you read her mind, you pulled away.

Your eyes were low and clouded. "You're a good kisser," you whispered, your hands now resting on her stomach.

"Thanks, you too." She whispered, breathless.

You smiled and leaned down to pepper kisses along her jaw line. "Is it okay if I leave marks?" You asked, glancing up at her briefly.

"Only where people can't see." Her hands coming resting on top of your shoulder. You smiled at her answer before continuing your kisses all the way down to her neck.

Your fingers grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it off. She sat up to take it off and tossed it to the side of her bed. Your eyes fell down to her bra clad chest and grinned. "Red? Did you dress up for me?"

She whimpered. "Yes."

You caught her lips in a short kiss. "It's sexy. Are you wearing a matching set?"

She nodded.

You gave her a light smack on her thigh. "Words."

"Yes, yes I am." Her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes dropped to the towel wrapped around your body and held it gingerly with her fingers.

"Want to take mine off?"

"Yes."

"Take it off then."

With one tug, the towel opened revealing your nude body underneath. She placed a hand on your bare stomach and you gasped at her cold touch.

She cupped one of your breast and looked up at you. "Can I?" She asked, eyes wide and voice needy.

"Can you what?" You mocked.

She huffed, resting her cheek against your chest.

"I want to suck them." Her finger traced your areola.

"Go ahead, baby." You whispered.

The pet name made her feel warm and giddy inside, and she wasted no time in enveloping your nipple inside her hot mouth.

You threw your head back with a loud moan, hands fisting the back of her hair. Her hand grabbed your other breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between her fingers.

She kissed your breast and began alternating between them. Carefully assessing your reaction to her moves. She wanted to make you feel good too.

You bit your lip as she kissed your throat before trailing open mouthed kisses down your chest. 

You grabbed her face and pulled her into a messy kiss. Her hands took your robe off your body, leaving you completely bare to her.

You pulled away with a sly smile. "That's not fair," you whispered. "You gotta take yours off too."

She reached behind to unclasp her bra while you tugged at the loose pants she wore. She lifted her hips to help you remove it and you hissed at the sight of her matching red thong.

"So fucking pretty and so wet."

You looked at her and then pressed a finger on the damp spot between her thighs. She whined and bucked her hips.

"How long has it been?" You asked, eyes trained on her face like a hawk.

"A- A while." She confessed, face flushed with need.

"Why?" Your finger was circling her clit through the wet fabric now.

She whimpered and bit her lip. "Because I had work." Her words came out in short gasps. She was too sensitive.

You bit your lip and hummed. "Poor baby."

She whined as you drew your finger back.

"Be patient."

You hooked your fingers to side of her panties before pulling them down in one go and tossed it to the floor. "Lay back and spread wide."

She practically jumped to obey your order. Quickly shuffling herself back against the headboard and spreading her legs for you.

"Such a pretty pussy," you murmured making her duck her head shyly.

You started with pressing small kisses against her inner thighs, teasing her with a playful glint in your eyes.

She pressed her thighs against the sides of your face. "Don't make me wait, please." She pleaded, eyes practically tearing up the longer you went without giving her attention where she needed the most.

You mumbled something she didn't catch but it sounded disapproving.

Her hands flew to your hair when you gave her pussy a long lick. "Oh yes!" She practically screamed.

You moaned at the taste before diving in, vacuuming her clit into your mouth. It wasn't soon before Beyoncé was reduced to tears and moans.

Her nails dug into your scalp as you slipped your tongue inside her and thumbed at her clit. She clenched her eyes shut as you circled over it rhythmically while your mouth worked her up slowly.

“You taste so good, mommy,” you mumbled, giving her pussy a long lick before diving right back in with much more enthusiasm.

She let out something a mix between a gasp and a moan. The word sending jolts right down to her core.

Her thighs had begun to shake and she could feel the coil inside her stomach tightening by the seconds.

"Y/N!" She cried out, "I-I'm gonna cum!" Her eyes squeezed shut and tried her best to thrust her hips against your face.

"Give it to me." You moaned against and the vibration she felt pushed her over the edge. Her back arched and she fisted the sheets.

You continued your ministrations against her cunt. “Wait,” she gasped shakily, her hand weakly tried to push your head away from between her legs. “It hurts,” she whimpered.

You raised your head with a satisfied grin. “You came so much,” you laughed when her face flushed.

“Come taste yourself mommy,” you lifted her head with a finger under her chin.

That word again. It made her body warm all over.

She found herself obeying quickly, her heart still thumping against her chest. Her body buzzed as your lips met hers again.

You shifted between her legs. “Ever done this before?” You asked, voice low as you broke off the kiss and grabbed one of her leg and put it over yours.

She moaned as you slid your pussy against hers, hands quickly grabbing your shoulder. Her legs felt weak with the sensation. You bit your lip as your clit rubbed against her.

“Fuck,” you dragged the word, eyes closing as you slowly started grinding against her. She closed her eyes at the lewd sounds coming from between her legs. You opened your eyes, giving her a lazy smile.

“Feel so good, mommy. Yo- uh fuck.” Your hips picked up the pace, face twisting in pleasure.

Beyoncé moaned throwing her head back. “Yes, yes,” her own hips snapped against yours.

“Making mommy feel so good honey,” she rasped. Her eyes watered as she got closer and closer to her climax and she could see you were close through.

“I’m so close, Bey,” you groaned, fingers digging into the mattress.

“Give it to me,” she gasped. “Please baby,” her thighs were shaking against yours.

Your eyes shut as your orgasm came crashing down on you. A string of yes! and curses streamed out of your mouth as you rode her high with her.

She came moments after you, her back arching off the bed. Your chest heaved and sweat dripped down your forehead. “So good, baby,” you praised, watching her catch her breath.

She fell back on the bed gracelessly, legs still tangled between yours. “You wore me out,” she whispered with a light giggle. It felt so good to have an orgasm after being without one for so long. She could feel her eyes drooping already.

You removed yourself from between her legs and laid next to her. “We’re just starting,” you teased, tossing a hand over her waist.

“Next time,” she found herself saying. Her eyes met yours and she could see the surprise on your face. “Will there be a next time?”

She nodded, a shy smile forming on her face.

“Yeah. I- I mean if you want too,” she glanced away from your face, suddenly feeling embarrassed again. What if you didn’t want to have her again?

You grinned and scooted closer to her. “Of course I do! I’ll flip you inside out.”

She laughed loudly. “Oh I’m sure you will.” And before she could think too much about it, she leaned and pressed her lips against yours for a quick kiss.

“I think we should wash up,” she whispered, pulling away.

“Round three?” You asked, already up.

“Fine.”