#beyonce x reader

you'd been working for the carter family for a few months & you immediately noticed a few things. bey & jay are married, but they’re basically married roommates with kids. they don't even sleep in the same bedroom.

beyoncé's mother, tina told you that it's been this way since he cheated on her. it seems like they’re only still married & somewhat cordial with each other for the public & the kids. her sister, solange doesn't seem to like him either.

one morning, you're standing in the kitchen after you've sent the kids off to school, cleaning the aftermath of breakfast. beyoncé comes down in business attire, sitting at the island.

"good morning, y/n. are the kids already gone?"

"yes, ma'am. can i make you a cup of coffee?" you asked.

"yes, please."

the two of you made small talk as you prepared the coffee. after it was done, jay came down. "morning." you could see bey's entire facial expression change. like she instantly got annoyed.

"hello, mr. carter." you said as you poured them both a cup of coffee. when you gave jay his cup, his fingers brushed against yours in a way that made you kinda uncomfortable but you brushed it off.

you turned around to wash the dishes from breakfast and felt eyes on you, piercing into your backside.

"can you go one day without bein' a damn creep? shit." bey spoke. you fought the urge to giggle as you kept washing the dishes, pretending not to hear.

"excuse me?" jay said. the way he looked at women, especially you, disgusted her. she knew he didn't deserve you because she knew he didn't even see you as a person.

she, on the other hand, took the time to actually get to know you, fitting conversations with you into her day whenever she could, no matter how small. sometimes she'd work from home on purpose just to talk to you. you'd actually grown closer than you realized over the course of just 6 months.

a moment of silence passes before jay speaks again "i'm not about to do this with you, giselle. the day barely started" he said. "my name is beyoncé. you lost the right to call me giselle when you cheated on me with multiple women."

"and you made some beautiful art with it. i truly hope that one day you will let that go." jay said before getting up from his stool, walking toward the door.

"i'll be back later tonight" he said, opening the door before stepping out. you finished washing the dishes and turned around toward bey.

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i can't believe him."

"it's okay."

bey sighs, shaking her head "i gave that mothafucka 20 years of my damn life and 3 kids. and still, he continues to disrespect me time & time again. what did i ever see in him?"

"you can't blame yourself for not seeing through a mask. some people don't show their true colors until they know they have you wrapped around their finger" you said as you grabbed both of the empty mugs and put them in the sink.

you & beyoncé talked for a while. about music, life, anything you could think of, really. even poured yourselves glasses of wine.

"you wanna know the real reason why me & jay always seem to argue every time you're around?" she asked, swirling the wine around in the bowl of the glass.

"tell me."

"it's 'cause we're both interested in you."

you nodded as you took a sip of wine, her words hitting you at a delay. you nearly choked before swallowing.

"what?"

"wasn't it obvious?" she asked casually, chuckling at your shock. "it wasn't obvious if you had to tell me!" you said.

she tilted her head slightly. “you didn’t think it was suspicious at all?”

"i just thought that was normal rich-people marriage stuff. the husband gets interested in the nanny & the wife tries to shut it down. i guess i never really put much thought into it 'cause it wasn't my business & i didn't wanna lose my job."

“i wasn’t trying to shut it down,” she said. “i just didn’t like the way he looked at you & i don't like to share.”

that sentence made your heart beat a little faster. bey got up, walking around the kitchen island to snake her arms around your waist, her head on your shoulder.

"mhm, you smell good. i have to go run a few errands, will you be here when i get back?"

you looked back at her "yeah."

she smiled, kissing you on the cheek "good girl." without another word, she left to run her errands.

butterflies were having a party in your stomach as you stood in the kitchen. while you waited for bey to return, you cleaned up around the house and tried to find ways to distract yourself from the anxiety you were feeling. reading, listening to music, watching your favorite show, all in vain. the butterflies remained.

after what felt like hours, you heard the sound of keys and the doorknob turning, bey stepping back into the house. "i'm back" she said, drawing the word out.

you got up from your seat to walk over to her, kissing her passionately. bey pulled back, smirking "took you long enough." she grabbed your hand and started leading you upstairs to her bedroom.

you closed the door behind you two and bey wasted no time kissing you again, deepening it as you peeled of layer after layer of clothing off each other until you're both in your underwear.

bey pushed you down onto the bed, walking over to her vanity to get a hair tie, making eye contact with you as she pulled her blonde locks into a bun.

she gave you a peck on the lips, moving down your body. she kissed your neck, your chest, taking her time with each area before moving lower.

she pulled your panties off, tossing them to the floor.

she pressed a kiss to your lower abdomen before doing the same to your clit, her tongue replacing her lips.

your fingers instantly grabbed hold of her bun as her tongue lapped at your wetness over and over, "mmm.." you hummed. bey spread your legs wider, giving her better access.

"ugh..." you moaned, your grip on her bun tightening. her tongue traced slow circles around your clit, starting to suck softly.

your head fell back against the covers in pleasure "yes..fuck..."

every flick of her tongue had you whimpering and your toes curling, your other hand clenching the bedsheets. "mmph..right there.." the desperate sound came.

bey flattened her tongue to lap broad stokes against your clit, sucking rhythmically until the feeling bordered on overstimulating. your thighs trembled around her head.

"ahh—oh god.." you choked out in a broken moan, back arching off the bed. she was hitting all the right spots.

your legs shook more as the pleasure became more intense, your hips bucking involuntarily against her face. "oh fuck, bey..yes" you moaned. your insides felt like they were on fire, the heaviness in your stomach building.

your entire body seized up as you came, a desperate cry ripping from your throat, your breathing erratic.

bey came up to lay next to you. "you look so pretty when you cum" she said. you looked over at her, grinning before kissing her.

you both took showers and put your clothes back on. you bid bey farewell and headed home, promising you'd do it again the next time you saw each other.

ribbon divider credit: @uzmacchiato

When Y/n gets home, she leaves the groceries on the table, neglecting to put them up. She starts picking out what to wear underneath her casual clothes. She wants to wear the softest, prettiest thing for her. It shouldn't matter because she's going to rip whatever she's wearing off of her regardless of the fabric or color.

She waste no time going to her. Whenever Bey called, she was there. And, the fact that she wanted her bad enough to call Y/n to her office is an added bonus. She walks a few blocks through the busy city to get to her lover. A smirk spreads across her face when she sees her building's name displayed in bright, bold letters.

A few smiles and familiar faces, and an elevator ride leads her to her destination. She pauses before knocking on her door. Y/n fixes her hair a little, and unbuttons the top button on her blouse before finally knocking.

She can hear fumbling behind the door before Beyoncé opens the door. She expects to see her warm smile, but she has a stern look on her face.

"Hi baby. Is something wrong?" she asks while walking into her office. She begins to unbutton her blouse completely, but Beyoncé's stops her before she can do so by placing her hand on Y/n's.

"Bey, wh-"

"Shut up," she interrupts in a tone she has never used on her before. Y/n's eyes widen in surprise. "Get on your knees," she continues before Y/n could respond to her. Y/n kneels before her, but keeps her eyes on the ground.

"Don't be shy now."

She hears Beyoncé messing with the zipper of her pencil skirt. The houndstooth skirt falls to the ground. To Y/n's surprise, instead of Beyoncé's lacy lingerie, she has on some latex material. her usual white garter belt is replaced by the stretchy black latex that holds up her sheer, knee-high socks. And, her underwear is made of the same material too.

Y/n is just as confused as she is turned on.

"Baby, what is this?" She runs a finger down the material of her underwear. Y/n traces the curve her full hips.

Beyoncé stays silent. Instead of answering, she places her foot between Y/n's thighs. The heel of her shoe presses into Y/n's clit. She instantly moans.

"It's what you want."

unbeknownst to Y/n, she forgot to clear the browser history on her iPad and Bey had seen what she seems to have been obsession over for the last few weeks. Beyoncé though to herself, how could Y/n be so careless and not delete her browsing history filled of porn with latex-clad women -- dominant women. It was sort of embarrassing for Y/n to even admit to herself that she was turned on by that, but a small mistake admitted for her.

"You want this so bad."

Beyoncé grabs the back of Y/n's head and draws her closer to her cunt. Her latex covered pussy rests against the lower half of Y/n's face. She closes her eyes and soaks in the moment of finally being able to live out secret fetish. She opens her mouth to stick out her tongue and glide it across the smooth latex. She can smell the arousal pooling between Beyoncé's legs and feel the heat radiating off of her.

While Y/n is in heaven, Beyoncé is enjoying the show watching Y/n in her blissed out state: moaning while grinding her face against her ready cunt.

"You want a taste," Beyoncé asks Y/n while stroking her hair.

"Yes," Beyoncé's pussy muffles Y/n's words.

"Do you deserve it."

"Yes, please. I want you so bad baby."

Beyoncé pulls Y/n's head back and looks her deep in the eyes.

"You don't get to call me 'baby'. It's mistress. Understand, little girl?"

"Yes! Yes, mistress. I'm sorry!" Y/n goes into subspace without even realizing it.

Beyoncé pulls the latex to the side, uncovering her pussy. She holds the latex to the side to invite Y/n to her pussy.

Y/n licks up into her pussy. Her tongue runs through her thick lips. She pushes pass those slick folds and slides her tongue into her. She gets a taste of her walls and her sweet cream. She pulls out to wrap her lips around her clit. She sucks hard on her throbbing clit before sliding her tongue across the sensitive bud.

"Yesss, keep eating your mistresses cunt like that," Beyoncé moans out in pleasure. She starts to unbutton her blouse. The latex bra can barely contain her full breast. The tight material hugs her breast causing them to spill over. "I'm going to cum all over that slutty face." If it wasn't for Y/n gripping her hips, Beyoncé would topple over from the pleasure. "Yes I want to cum all over that slutty fucking face of yours," Bey says through gritted teeth. Her hands rake through Y/n's hair, causing her to look up into her mistresses eyes. "Eat my pussy! I'm going to coat your nasty face. You're going to look so nasty with a face covered in my cum. Like a whore. My obedient whore."

Beyoncé continues her onslaught of vulgar language. She grinds her vagina into Y/n's face. She lets a carnal cry of pleasure rip from her throat. She releases her sweet nectar on Y/n's face.

Y/n looks up at her mistress again, and realizes her beautiful breast are no longer hidden by her blouse. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this (it'll be a while before she remembers she isn't the only one to use her iPad). This was like the pictures she's been looking at. They've turned her world upside down.

"Come here, pet," Beyoncé starts. Y/n can feel her pussy already start to gush in anticipation. She whimpers like a little puppy in need for attention. She's a total submissive at heart, and wants to please her mistress. "Are you begging?" Beyoncé teases her. Y/n nods her head, her eyes are wide with lust and need. She pats her on the head and Y/n feels warm inside from the simple gesture. "Needy whore. I should slap that pretty face of yours, but instead I'm going to bruise that pretty little peach of yours and that ass. Bend over my desk."

She continues to belittle her while she moves to obey Beyoncé's orders. The look on Beyoncé's face from earlier really struck fear in her heart. It's embarrassing to be bent over her lover's desk with her skirt rising up to expose her smooth thighs. But, the sub in her knows where she belongs. Beyoncé fully lifts her skirt, her silky panties and garter belt exposed to her.

"Lingerie? Where you expecting me to fuck you?" she asks in a mocking tone.

Beyoncé pulls her panties down in a swift motion. She grabs the soft flesh and her mouth almost waters. "So pretty. Too bad I have to bruise it up."

She roughly grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks her head back. Y/n gasps in full shock. But, even that doesn't prepare her for the first harsh smack against her ass. Her body jerks in reaction.

Beyoncé lets out a grunt with each strike of her hand. The force of her smacks are evident by every cry she lets out. For the sake of having to show her face around this office from time to time, she's lucky the only people here this late are the cleaning staff. Tears wells in her eyes as her relentless blows meet her now sensitive ass. And, every time she is rocked by the power of Beyoncé's hit, her clit grinds against the edge of her desk. It's not the most comfortable thing, but even the bit of pleasure she gets from it brings her closer to cumming. Her hands grip the edge of the desk.

"Mistress!"

Beyoncé's hand pauses in midair when she finally calls out the name she told her to call her. She lowers her hand and steps back to admire what she had done; her ass is already forming bruises, her legs are spread wide, her thighs are glistening with her own juices, and she's sobbing uncontrollably. She's not the first girl Beyoncé has done this with, but it's more satisfying to see her cute lover reduced to this.

Y/n's a right mess, but she takes in this moment of stillness. She relaxes against her desk, and her sobs slow. She jumps when she feels Beyoncé place a hand on her head.

"You think I'm done with you little girl?" The switch to a much softer demeanor and the slow stroking of her hair contradicts Beyoncé's threatening tone. Beyoncé leaves Y/n on the desk to unlock her file cabinet. In the bottom file, instead of folders, she has a strapon. Yes, Y/n rarely came to her office, but she always wanted it handy if she had to use it. And, now the time has come. She fastens the strap-on around her waist and turns back to Y/n. She grabs a fist full of her hair, making her gasp. She pulls her back with force. She yelps out and her eyes slam shut in reaction. Y/n is forced to let of her grip on the desk and made to stand up.

They come face to face, and she's proud of handiwork. Y/n's hair is mussed up, her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes, and her eyes stung with tears. She was looking desperately into her eyes; it almost make Beyoncé sympathetic and just take the sweet girl into her arms and bury her face into her delicious cunt. But, Beyoncé is too prideful to stop now. With an empty office and a submissive woman at her will, the possibilities are endless.

"Get on your knees," she barks at Y/n. She bends down and comes face to face with the hung strap-on around her waist. Beyoncé uses a finger under her chin to tilt her head to look at her. "You want my fucking cock? You want me to fuck you?" she asks. Y/n nods frantically. "Yes! Please, I want you so bad baby," she begs while placing her hands on Beyoncé's thighs. She squeezes the thick flesh, and Beyoncé groans at the pressure. She wants to face fuck Y/n so bad; to hear her struggle to take al of it in and gag as it hits the back of her throat. But, she wants even more to fuck her tight pussy and hear her beg for more.

Beyoncé gives her face a light slap. Y/n's heart begins to race and her adrenaline rises.

"You've been awfully naughty."

"I'm sor-"

"Shut the fuck up. I didn't say you could speak."

Y/n's eyes rip away from Beyoncé's in embarrassment.

"Get your ass on the desk." She's a little discombobulated from the overwhelming feelings of her desires. She uses the desk as leverage to stand up and steady herself. She's painfully reminded of her sore bottom when she sits bare against her desk. She inhales sharply at the faint pain, but Beyoncé grabs her legs to spread them which distracts her mind from the ache.

Beyoncé moves between her legs and wraps her fingers around the thick cock. She slides the tip against Y/n's slit. She's so damn wet that she almost slides in, but she wants to tease her. And, it works because she is squirming against her desk. Beyoncé presses her thick head against her clit and Y/n moans involuntarily. Beyoncé finally slides all the way inside. She pushes into her lover slowly, so she could feel the toy stretching her out like it always does. She already tries to fill her to hilt, but from the look on her face, she needs to warm her up for a bit more. Beyoncé grabs her hips and slides out of her before plunging back in. She bites her lip at the fullness and chokes back a moan. Their sex has never been this extreme, but they were exploring a new area of pleasure that runs deep within Y/n. Beyoncé watches the way her body reacts underneath her. Y/n's beautiful breast bounce for her, and only for her. Her face scrunches up in a mix of pleasure and pain. She reaches up to place a hand on Bey's cheek. They stare intensely into each others' eyes and it is in this moment that their kinky sex turns into something more passionate. Beyoncé loves the woman moaning underneath her. And, as much as she loves her sweetness, she needs to remind her who is the dominant one in their relationship.

Beyoncé pulls out completely causing Y/n to pout, but she doesn't dare to protest. Beyoncé pulls her hips and slides her off of her desk. She Y/n turns around to bend her over her desk again. She yelps when her stomach smacks against the edge. Beyoncé waste no time filling her again, this time from the back. The sound of her hand coming down on her ass rips through the room. Beyoncé utters out, "fuck" seeing Y/n's delicious flesh ripple. It's even better to see her cock split Y/n open with each thrust. Y/n's sobs sound out. Beyoncé can hear her cursing under her breath.

"What's that darling?" She punctuates her sentence with another smack to her ass. This time Y/n cries out even louder.

"Answer me!"

"It feels so good!" she screams back at her lover. Fat tears fall from her as she withstands her pounding.

Her words drive drive Beyoncé instant, and with some resistance, the cock slides in deeper until she completely bottoms out inside of her. She stars letting out moans she has never made before. Both of Beyoncé's hands grab ahold of her head and pushes it down, smushing her beautiful face into the desk. She fucks her so hard into the desk they both believe it may break. Their flesh makes a such a lewd noise as it meets with each thrust.

'I can't take it' Y/n thinks to herself. She'd say it out loud, but the overwhelming feelings take away her ability to articulate real words. She moves her hand back to rest it on Beyoncé's pelvis. She takes this as a sign and slows down on her assault of Y/n's pussy.

"Too much! Too much," Y/n finally chokes out. Beyoncé almost pulls out in guilt, but instead she grabs Y/n's shoulders and brings her into an embrace with Y/n's back against her chest. Beyoncé's hard nipples press into Y/n's back. Her other hand sneaks up and begins to fondle Y/n's breast. "Sorry baby," she says lowly, but Y/n hears her nice and clear. She just nods in response.

Beyoncé waits a few seconds before thrusting up into Y/n again. "almost broke my little toy…wouldn't want that," she whispers directly into her ear. She slides deep inside again, and Y/n lets out a deep sigh. It's still a lot to take, but the slow thrusting helps her get use to it. Beyoncé helps with distracting her by tweaking her nipple.

"Mistress," Y/n whimpers out pathetically again.

Beyoncé let's go of her breast and wraps her hand around her neck instead. She starts to fuck Y/n faster. Every time she thrust inside of her, she grips her neck a bit tighter. It becomes harder for Y/n to breathe. As fucked up as it is for her, Y/n loves it. She likes this change from the usual vanilla. Her pussy tingles and she desperately wants to play with her clit, but she keeps her grip on the desk to brace herself from the power of Beyoncé's thrust. Bey might be a mind reader because her other hands begin to rub circles into Y/n's clit causing her to gasp.

"God I'm going to cum!"

Beyoncé squeezes her neck tightly to deter her attention from her orgasm to her.

"Did I say you could cum?"

"No."

"No. That;s right."

Beyoncé let's go of her raw neck and stops rubbing her clit. She whimpers at the lack of touch. She lets out a grunt when Beyoncé pushes her against the desk again. She smacks her ass twice. Beyoncé was becoming addicted to the way her little lover's body reacted to the harsh blows.

"You wanna cum," Beyoncé asks even though she knows the answer to that. "Please! I need to cum! Let me cum for you mistress!" A hint of anger mixes into her words. She was getting impatient with their game, and she was almost in orgasmic bliss before Beyoncé just stops. She feels like crying; all this begging is humiliating, but she enjoys it deep down inside (and, she'd do anything to cum now).

"Make yourself cum baby."

She sinks back on the cock and begins to rock herself back-and-forth. It feels great, amazing actually, but she'd love it if Beyoncé was still pound into her.

"Yes baby, just like that," Beyoncé encourages.

Y/n throws her head back and starts moaning like crazy. She starts to push her hips back faster and faster against Beyoncé's pelvis. She's closer to her orgasm more than before.

Beyoncé knows when she starts to cum: the way her rhythm becomes sloppy, her labored breathing, and the filth moans that fall out of her mouth. She keeps cumming, and cumming for her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She cries out ever time se thrust back down, fucking herself on the thick cock strapped around Beyoncé's waist to prolong her orgasm. She comes down fully on the cock and stays like that with it buried inside of her. Her nails dig into Beyoncé's skin, sure to leave a mark.

Feeling tired is an understatement. She has completely drained all of her energy. Their fucking was brutal. It was animalistic. It was amazing for the both of them.

Beyoncé slides out without Y/n even realizing. She's too tired and busy trying to stead her breathing. Both of them are spent.

Neither say anything as they make themselves decent enough to leave. When they get home, both will replay it over and over until they fall asleep.

"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.”