Katy Perry, Her Ladyship Ch. 02

Note- This tall tale is inspired by, but not actually about anyone I know. It's pure fiction.

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Katy Perry awoke late in the morning, her arms around a fluffy pillow. As it was Summertime the large fire was unlit and only a single sheet covered her sexy body. Henry, playfully referred to as Pumpy by his new bride, in actual fact The Marquess of Crumpet, had already risen. Wallowing in the king sized bed the former pop Queen rubbed her thighs together as she rolled over onto her back. Naked as the day she was born, she closed her eyes again and her left hand found its way past her flat stomach to her shaven snatch.

"Golly, I'm so horny."

Totally relaxed and still half asleep, the blonde stroked her bald pussy from the top down over and over as she kicked the sheet away. Her left hand caressed her big boob as the middle finger of her right delved inside her wetted slot. Her legs raised up at the knee and she planted the soles of her feet on the soft mattress as she bit her lower lip. She concentrated on rubbing the outer labia with an anti clockwise motion, then moved deeper into her pink inner.

"Morning, Milady, you asked for an eleven o'clock wake up call."

The housemaid, Alice, knocked lightly on the bedroom door and entered, her eyes staring at the masturbating woman.

"UH, HUH!" Muttered Katy, almost oblivious to the intrusion.

Her head was back in the pillow as she now used both hands to massage her quim to a satisfactory climax. As her arousal reached its height her whole body trembled, her face turned crimson. The curly haired maid looked on with a shameless arousal, having already had the pleasure of making out the thirty year old American once before. Another minute passed by in silence until Katy moaned loudly and her orgasm washed over her.

"What a divine way to wake up." She mewed.

Katy sat up, her big tits hung full and heavy on her chest.

"Morning Alice, would you be a dear and choose something appropriate for me to wear to the stables."

"Of course."

The wardrobe was beside the en suite bathroom, and as Katy excused herself to go shower, Alice busied herself with picking out an outfit. Katy had been married a month to the elderly Marquess and she was still getting to know the domestic staff and surroundings. Just at the back of the impressive mansion there were stables and horses, and Katy intended to visit this very morning.

"Nice choice Alice."

The refreshed and still nude Katy emerged from the bathroom and looked down at the outfit neatly laid out on the bed. Alice ogled her peaches and cream complexion jealously, and especially the woman's bottom, perfectly bisected into two exactly equal halves.

"So, you've never met Greg?" Said the maid as she made the bed.

"No, who's that?"

"Mister Peckery is the stable hand, he feeds the horses, grooms them and cleans the equipment."

Katy dressed as she listened. A beige pair of slim fit breeches of Schoeller fabric came up high to her waist, figure hugging but also flexible. The push up affect at her back enhanced her delightful derriere to stunning effect. Declining to don a blouse, Katy pulled on the show jacket with leather trim and collar, three buttons down the front kept her 32D sized boobs in check.

"Let me help you with the boots." Said Alice.

Katy sat on the chair beside the bed and presented her dainty feet, and a pair of black leather boots were hoisted up to knee high. Once she was ready the Marchioness went downstairs and took a light breakfast of coffee, juice and scrambled eggs. She did her face and slipped out back to the stables, a brimmed matte helmet plonked on top of her short platinum blonde hair. On the way she saw Staines and Parts toiling away in the afternoon sun and gave them a wave. Her eyes lingered on Parts, his cute butt was simply adorable she thought.

"Here we are."

The smell of the animals and liniment assailed her nostrils as she went inside and looked around. Two horses, geldings, watched her from their stalls, one grey and one a chestnut brown. The floor was covered with straw and the wooden ceiling beams creaked above her. In the corner by some bales of hay a tall black man whistled happily as he stacked them with a fork.

"Hi there, I'm the new Marchioness." She said demurely.

Despite her flat heeled boots, Katy stood an impressive five feet eight, but this man towered over her as she stood. Bare chested, he was muscular and shiny with perspiration, his shaven head round on a bull neck. His brown trousers were grimy and creased, and his riding boots were smeared with dirt. He turned and looked at her, his back ramrod straight, a typical demeanour of someone who had served in the military.

"Right, Katy Perry, yeah, I heard of you. Or should I say my Lady." He swiped his face with the back of his hand.

"And you are Peckery, right?"

"Right, Gregory Peckery, you can call me Greg though."

This is insane thought Katy! Gregory Peckery! No fucking way! These Brits sure had some stupid names. As she looked his fit frame over with an undisguised leer, he in turn scrutinised her well curved ass in the tight breeches. Her heart quickened as she stood mute before this Adonis, her sexual desire piqued by his virile physique. She had lusted after black men in her past but had never partaken in interracial sex.

"Do you work alone?" She said with a lump in her throat.

"Nigh on five years now, the nags and me seem to get along."

At that moment Katy felt her mobile phone vibrate in her jacket pocket and she answered it in hushed tones. When she hung up the stable hand was stretching up with both arms above his head and the young American stared at his bare, ebony torso.

"Do you ride?"

His voice brought her back from her daydreaming.

"Excuse me! Do I what?" She was taken aback by his brazen question.

"Horses, do you ride horses?"

He turned to face her and rubbed his palms together.

"Oh! I see! I thought you meant do I like to ride, er, that is...oh my goodness."

Katy felt like a silly teenager when she realised he hadn't asked her about preferred sex positions. In fact she would LOVE to ride his stiff cock anytime. She was becoming decidedly attracted to the gorgeous hunk. His manly odour wafted to her when he came and stood beside her.

"Well?" He said close to her ear, her Chanel clogging his nostrils.

"Well, what?"

"Shall I saddle up a horse?"

It had been five days since Katy had enjoyed any decent sexual activity, not since the two grounds men had taken her in the little gazebo. She didn't count poor old Pumpy who always wheezed his way through a missionary fuck after a good whiff from his oxygen canister. A creature of the flesh, Katy Perry craved this man desperately and placed her hand on his chiselled chest.

"If there are any stallions in the house raise their hand."

"How about I raise these buns instead."

With that remark he grabbed her firm ass cheeks in his big hands and kneaded them gently, his powerful granite chest against her jutting boobs. As her arms came around his back his dark, smooth skin under her fingertips drove her crazy.

"Its like you were carved from rock." She mused.

Greg shifted his hands from her shoulders to her front, pawing at the prominent mounds under the show jacket. He undid the top button and slid his right hand inside and made contact with her left boob. Katy bit her lip as his huge mitt fondled her firm tit, teasing the hard nipple with finger and thumb. His other hand moved between her parted thighs and cupped her mound through the tight crotch of her beige breeches.

"You like that, my Lady?"

"Very much so, yeah. Please do continue."

He paused for thought and picked up a twelve inch riding crop. Testing it with a couple of swishes he bowed it and began to ride it under her nether regions. Katy put her fist in her mouth to stifle a cry of passion as the fine crop rubbed her pussy through the soft fabric.

The dark skinned ex soldier pushed his hand down the front of her waistband, searching for her hot snatch. Once he struck gold he was not surprised to discover her wetness and he managed to curl his index finger and prise her petals open. She groaned with eyes tight shut as she welcomed his delicate probing shifting her butt on the bale of hay.

"So lovely." She cooed, as he abandoned her breast and used both hands to draw her breeches down her shapely thighs.

The pants rested at the top of her knee high boots and the tall hunk stroked her hips and ass cheeks, sending a shiver of a thrill through the wanton vixen. He grinned when he found out she was pantie less.

"You next."

Greg stood up without question and unzipped his trousers and yanked them off over his boots, together with his boxers. Katy whipped her breeches off and shed her jacket, unveiling her stupendous full tits and shaven quim. In just boots and helmet she should have looked ridiculous, but in fact she appeared ravishing and sexy.

"Beautiful." He said as he eyed her voluptuous figure, the rosy tipped boobs pointing his way.

Likewise Katy let her eyes study his sculpted frame, smooth ample chest, and hairless groin and narrow hips. Dark nipples stood out proud from his defined pectorals.

"What's up Milady?' He said, chin up and bulging arms crossed.

"Besides your big fucking cock you mean?" Her lashes fluttered over her big blue eyes.

True enough the horses in the stables may have harboured some jealousy at the mans large organ, at least nine inches of erect meat. As black as pitch with a pink head, the beast of a member jutted out from his body at a forty five degree angle. Katy gulped and felt the blood rush in her ears, and a distinct trickle of natural lubricant in her pussy.

"May I touch it?"

"Be my guest." He said spreading his hands and watched her go onto her haunches.

His huge knob twitched as if it had just agreed with him. It felt warm and as hard as iron as Katy curled the fingers of her right hand around the luxurious shaft. Then she boldly took the plum hued crown into her mouth and held it still for a moment in sheer bliss. Greg was happy to see the former singer suck on his prick. He hadn't been given a blow job in quite a while.

"Fuck, I gotta have this thing up me real soon."

Katy resumed her vigorous sucking, jerking his thick and veiny prick as she bobbed on the tapered head. Her helmet comically jiggled on her head, matched in time with her big tits. She caressed his thighs, her tender white hands on his rippled black flesh, and slurped away.

"Ready to ride my pony, Milady?"

"Where?"

"Why, right here."

With that Katy was unceremoniously hoisted up into the air, her helmet tipping onto the straw, and held in two rough hands. Their faces were barely an inch from each others as Greg lined up her cunt with the top of his rigid pole. The breath hissed from her mouth as she held onto him tight, arms and legs entwined about his solid body.

Oh...my...goodness," whimpered the woman as slowly but surely his giant cock penetrated her soft pussy and inserted itself inside.

His hands cupped her cute ass and moved her along his long tool effortlessly, her lightweight frame dangling in mid air. Her big D cup boobs mashed against his chest as he held her to him with a firm grip, gleefully bouncing her up and down like a toy. His fat length, oiled by Katy's love juices, slid in and out of her tight quim with a searing friction that brought tears to her eyes. He literally wanked his erection with her body as he pleased, delighting in her hot cunt sheathed around his shaft.

"You're so strong, you naughty man."

Katy dripped profusely, her fluids running out and down onto his groin and ball sack. The strength in her legs deserted her and her boots banged on the backs of his taut calves uselessly.

"Let's try something else." He said and pulled her off his cock with a hefty tug.

Plonked onto the stacked hay pile, Katy was turned from the powerful man and twisted into a doggy stance. She turned her head this way and that, then her boots were yanked apart and her was speared by hot cock. Katy dipped her head and steadied herself on her flattened hands as she was slammed into repeatedly.

"FUCK THAT CUNT!" She screamed frightening the two geldings.

His hands settled on her creamy white shoulders as her body was rocked back and forth, her bottom rippling from the smack of the mans upper thighs as he worked in and out. Katy was loving every minute of being royally banged by the well endowed black man, her head swam and her pussy purred.

"How we doing over there?" He asked pumping her for all he was worth.

"F...f...fine, you?" She managed to utter, every breath she took ragged.

Katy felt like jelly, her limbs were weary, her cunt raw from the terrific banging. If it hadn't been for him holding her by the waist, she would have collapsed onto her face. Greg was positively steaming from the hot day and the confines of the stables. He studied the awesome rear of the woman as he drove his cock into her sodden cunt, sweat burning his eyes as he lowered his head.

"Californian girls, we're undeniable, fine, fresh, fierce, um, um, um."

"Whoah!" He yelled as he suddenly surrendered his wad, distracted by her singing.

His cum shot out of his cock as he quickly withdrew from the her gaping pussy and sent his thick cream in a line of white that stretched from her anus to the top of her spine. Katy remained still as her back was painted by three more climactic spasms of the massive member. Big globs of goo settled all over the panting woman. Cum was everywhere, on her back, neck, bum and upper thighs.

"Can I offer you a towel?" He asked innocently.

"That might be appropriate, don't you think?" Answered Katy as she rolled over on the straw.

He got to his feet and fumbled around for a cloth, his boner still sticking up straight from his groin.

She gathered up her things and staggered out of the stables without a backward glance. Seaman Staines and Private Parts saw her from a distance and guessed what she had been up to. The older of the two put his left hand at his right elbow and wagged his forearm in a suggestive manner. Idiot, thought Katy as she made her way back to the opulent mansion.

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The next day his Lordship had decided he wanted a lavish dinner party to celebrate his and Katy's six month anniversary of their first meeting. How sweet of the man to even think of such a nice gesture she thought. She, along with Mrs. Bates, the housekeeper, and head chef had gotten their heads together to decide on the menu. As it was rather short notice it would be all of her husbands guests in attendance, but Katy had been made aware that Emma Watson was in London and she had jumped at the opportunity to renew old friendships.

"This is going to be quite an evening." Katy clapped her hands happily.

Later, gathered around the table in the dining hall, the dozen guests had finished the meal of veal cutlets and steamed vegetables and were in high spirits. The valet and maid stood at either end of the long table ready to serve after dinner drinks. Emma Watson sat beside Katy, as per the wishes of the hostess, squeezed into a sky blue strapless tube mini dress she looked most attractive. The super sexy fabric was form fitting and stretchy and hugged every inch of the English actress.

"Nice dress babe, Walmart?"

Emma playfully slapped the arm of Katy, pretending to be insulted by the remark. In contrast Katy was resplendent in a chic and sophisticated short dress in burgundy. The lace bodice shimmered with elaborate detailing beaded dots and had a V neck down to the midriff. Gathered in at the waist it flared away from her hips in layers of silky chiffon.

"Sears?" Scoffed the elfin Emma.

The pair had gotten to know each other in Hollywood where the twenty seven year old had filmed her big movie 'Beauty and the Beast.' In conversation Emma had described her soul searching delve into the world of sexual research, and in particular the enhancement of the sexual pleasure of women. One thing had led to another and they had shared a bed once or twice.

"Pray raise your glasses in a toast."

The Butler got everybody's attention by rattling a crystal wine glass. Henry, the Marquess stood up gingerly and spoke.

"It was Charles, my trusty manservant of thirty years, who advised me to turn on the television last Summer and tune into BBC. Something about Glastonbury Festival, which I thought to be a gardening programme. There on the screen entertaining many thousands was one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on. Katy Perry. I decided there and then that I would take her to be my new bride, and here we are now, six months later and wed."

A loud cheer went up and the next call came for Katy to speak. She stayed on her seat by Emma who applauded enthusiastically, her brown hair framing her pretty face.

"Thank you all for coming, I would just like to say...ooooh!"

Emma grinned wickedly as she squeezed Katy's upper thigh near her pantie line.

"Harumph! Excuse me, where was I? Oh dear me!"

Katy shivered in delight as slender fingers ran over her pussy mound, plumping her twat playfully.

"Stop that! So, yes, six months ago I was at Glastonbury in front of 100,000 people, never once thinking...GOODNESS!"

Unseen by the others, Emma had found her way inside Katy's panties and tickled the sensitive lips, her left thigh rubbed against Katy's right.

"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, I have a leg cramp."

Emma managed to slip a finger inside the soft cunt of Katy who parted her legs willingly. With eyes shut, Katy wallowed in the delicious probing by the delicate English rose.

"That's enough, leave some for later."

"Oh you fucking tease."

Directly opposite them sat a honey blonde bombshell in her early forties. The socialite was completely in black, high heels and thigh high hold ups, and a satin gown that lifted her massive boobs up and out. Petite but curvaceous, the woman had a scarlet pair of pouting lips that yearned to be kissed. Her azure blue eyes had never left the two celebrities during the entire meal, and indeed she had been the only one to notice their discreet foreplay.

"I presume you are an acquaintance of my husband?"

The guests had retired to the library and as the evening drew to a close, most left, and Emma and Katy stood alone with the wavy haired blonde.

"We play bridge together, or at least we did until he met you, my dear. My name is Countess Stitz, originally from Paris. You may call me Norma."

Emma exchanged a look with her friend and supressed a chuckle. Katy likewise feigned a coughing fit to hide an attack of the giggles.

"It's too late to travel back home so his Lordship has offered me his very best guest room. I shall be delighted if you darling women could join me for a nightcap before we retire for the night. You may be pleasantly surprised if you choose to do so."

Norma Stitz turned and climbed the stairs, her rotund buttocks thrust out behind her as she tottered on her four inch heels.

"Shall we?" Wondered Emma.

"Pussycat, I'm turning in for the night." Henry with Charles leading the way waved goodnight.

"Alright Pumpy, join you later. Come on honey, lets go see the Countess."

"He won't mind?"

Katy shook her head and arm in arm they went upstairs to visit the Countess.

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The girls knocked on the door of the guest room and entered. They were met by the middle aged woman who waited in the centre of the room. Her long tresses were down over her bare shoulders, her huge tits almost spilling out of an agonisingly tight corset. In contrast to earlier she wore all white. The highly polished white leather corset sucked her waist in above a pair of thigh length virginal white leather boots. Rawhide laces tugged the boots tight around her legs as she balanced on stiletto heels. A glossy pair of armpit length kid gloves covered her arms, but the thing that really caught the attention of the wide eyed girls was the strap on.