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How I came to have Katy Perry on the back of my motorbike is an unlikely story, and as the machine throbbed enticingly beneath us I still contemplated quite how it happened. The bike in question was my custom built Triumph Bonneville, born of all my favourite parts from different bikes and finished in a striking black and orange paint job. But without a doubt the best thing about it was the Californian singer; clad in tight black leather, riding pillion, pulled close to me with her grasp comfortably around my waist, her toned thighs holding me as she squeezed her knees lightly at my hips.
Her raven hair fluttered from beneath her helmet, creating dancing shadows on the tarmac beside us as the sinking late afternoon sun silhouetted us onto the ground. As I twisted the throttle just a little more to take us over a rise, the distinctive parallel-twin engine burbling between our legs, I thought back over the previous 48 hours, to how this almost surreal adventure had begun.
It started in a bar; Unlike most stories that start in a bar, this wasn’t some huge drinking session that ended with ridiculous antics spoken of for all time amongst those that could remember them. No, this was almost the opposite, as I’d been in a bar quietly keeping to myself on a break from the road. Standing at the bar, drowning in the cacophonous noise of the place, I waited as I got a quite unadventurous coke. A dark-haired girl stood beside me, currency clutched in her hand as she waited for a chance to order, turning to look as the soft drink was slid onto the bar before me.
“Coke? Why not a real drink?” she said flippantly, looking round at me with her big eyes. She was clearly a little tipsy, messing around and meaning no offence.
“I’ve got my bike, so I can’t drink,” I replied as I took my change, taking in the striking girl and realising moments later who it was.
“Ooh a bike, I love bikes,” she drawled, smiling widely, “what bike have you got?”
“Triumph,” I replied after a pause, not really sure she actually cared, “I didn’t know you liked bikes.”
“How would you know?” she said with a smile.
“Well I never heard Katy Perry was into motorbikes is all,” I said with a quick flick of my eyebrows, alluding to the fact I knew who she was.
“You could have asked me, not everything you read is true,” she said, just the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“I didn’t need to this time, you told me. Anyway, what are you doing out in bar like this?” I asked, since the place was hardly a high-class nightspot and she was, after all, a musical superstar.
“Just a night out with a few friends, keeping a low profile. I like a good night at a bar like anyone else,” she said, looking round as the bartender finally got around to her, seeming to barely recognise her.
“Of course. Well nice to meet you,” I said as she turned to make her order, getting a swift reciprocation off her before she raised her voice to get her drinks, taking my coke and working my way back from the crowded bar to a quieter corner where I could tune out a little. The next few minutes were spent people watching, enjoying relaxing out of the saddle with my drink and just generally tuning out from the world as I idly thought of where I might ride on to next, what exciting roads might lay ahead to be explored.
My small corner of the world was abruptly interrupted however as Katy Perry emerged from the crowds, giving me a chance to take her in. Wearing tight jeans and a simple black top, a jacket over the top to complete a casual look with minimal make-up and hair she was somehow so much more attainable as I took in the fantastic curves of her body, the full chest, tapering waist and curvy hips.
“Hey,” she said with a smile as she reached my table, looking down at me sat in the corner, her eyes glancing towards my motorcycle helmet.
“Hey,” I replied, waiting for her to strike things up. She didn’t hesitate, sliding onto the seat beside me.
“All on your own?” she asked, glancing idly back into the bar.
“Yeah, just a quick stop,” I said, deciding to look her straight in the eye. She held my gaze, then looked a little shyly away.
“Quick stop?” she enquired.
“Yeah I’m doing some touring, just on my way through you know,” I said, wondering quite why she’d come to find me.
“Sounds cool. Can I see your bike?” she asked after a pause, looking me in the eye with a mischievous smile.
“Sure,” I said, “right now?”
“Yeah,” she said, giving a wider smile. I could only return it as I grabbed my helmet and stood up, sliding out from behind the table as she joined me, following me through the bar, a little less crowded than it had been. Stepping in beside me, I looked to her and could see she seemed genuinely enthusiastic, not merely humouring me, not that there would be any need for her to bother.
“I can take you for a ride if you like,” I said as I pushed the door open for her.
“Really?” she said, looking round with a bright-eyed smile.
“Sure, if you want to,” I said as we stepped out into the warm summer evening. She followed me a little way down the street to where my bike was parked up, standing back to admire it as I stood the helmet down on the seat.
“Nice. So how come you’re only here tonight?” she asked, taking in the bike with glances to me.
“I’m touring down the west coast, just have nights here and there. I stay some places and camp out others, just nice to be free,” I said as she approached the bike and ran her fingers over the grip, letting her other stray to the seat.
“Really? That sounds awesome, just getting away from it,” she said, looking the bike over. I couldn’t help but check out her ass as she leant over a little, the skin-tight denim clinging to her sexy curves.
“Yeah it’s great, I love doing it when I can, just pure escapism,” I replied as Katy stepped over the bike and planted her fine booty down on the leather seat.
“I bet, the open road, free to do what you want. I wish I could do that,” she said with a sigh, sitting back on the seat. I paused, taking in the hint of desire and disappointment in her voice, running her hands over the bike.
“You could come with me,” I said simply, feeling my heart surge as I posed the suggestion, even though I had nothing to lose by doing so. She visibly paused, then looked round at me, brushing her hair aside to look at me.
“What? Go with you?” she questioned, looking at me somewhat incredulously.
“Yeah, just do it; escape from your day-to-day, just disappear for a couple of days,” I said, keeping the rush of hopeful excitement from my voice.
“I can’t just do that, I have things to do. Appointments, promotions...” she said, the edge to her voice suggesting she wasn’t entirely looking forward to it as she trailed off.
“And wouldn’t you love to just get away from them all for a couple of days?” I countered immediately. Katy didn’t answer, just staring back at me as she thought it over, a part of her clearly lusting for the freedom.
“Well, what’s stopping you?” I said with a smile, seeing her wrestling with it as she sat on the bike in her tight jeans.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Anywhere I want to, that’s the beautiful thing, besides you,” I added, giving a smile as she giggled, breaking the tension. She gazed at me for a second, then turned back to the bike, looking over it, lifting her foot to kick back at the foot peg a bit, running her hands over the fuel tank and then picking my helmet up, contemplating it.
“Ok,” she said softly as she glanced back at me over her shoulder, “an adventure with a handsome stranger,” sounds like quite the experience she smiled. I couldn’t help but grin, glad she couldn’t see me blush at all in the half-light of the street, a surge of excitement coursing through me as the luscious American singer accepted my invitation.
“Yeah?” I asked, having to confirm it to be sure, knowing the enthusiasm tinged my voice.
“Yeah. So where are we going?” she said, looking round at me as she let the excitement get to her a little.
“Right now, back to your place,” I said simply, looking her in the eye and giving a sly smile.
“My place?” she said, raising an eyebrow and turning to face me more.
“Well I said I’d give you a ride, so I’ll take you home,” I said, since she had wanted a ride.
“Where are you staying?” she said, not giving away anything.
“I hadn’t figured that out yet, I was just gonna grab a cheap motel for the night or something,” I said, giving a shrug.
“Ok. Let me go and tell my friends,” she said, hopping back off the bike. Walking past me, we locked eyes, holding it for a moment before I let my gaze fall to her shapely arse as she walked by and back into the bar. Sitting onto the bike, I pulled my helmet on and zipped my jacket up, slotting the keys into the ignition with a satisfying click.
I waited a couple of minutes for her, taking in the street outside the bar, the parked cars bathed in street light beneath a clear sky. The weather had been perfect for touring so far, and I only hoped it would last. I caught a glimpse in the mirror as Katy came back out of the bar, eagerly heading for the bike as I kicked the stand and stood the bike up, pressing the starter and letting it rumble into life. The gorgeous musician came up beside me, looking at me and the bike.
“Hey, ready?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t changed her mind.
“I don’t have a helmet or anything,” she said, biting her lip.
“Is it far?” I said, feeling the bike throbbing insistently beneath me.
“Not really, a couple of miles,” Katy replied.
“You can be a little rebel then, we’ll go slow,” I said, giving her a wink through my open visor. Katy couldn’t help but grin and then step up to the bike, throwing her leg over the seat behind me and settling in place. Putting her hands at my waist a little tentatively, she lifted her feet onto the rear foot pegs and readied herself. Kicking it into gear, I eased away from the curb, getting the feel for her weight on the back of the bike as I felt her tense momentarily, grasping me tighter as she got used to the motion. She patted me and pointed as we approached a junction, indicating which way I should go, holding on tightly as we peeled off to the left. Accelerating gently up to road speed, Katy buried her face in my shoulders to shield herself from the cool night air, hair blowing energetically behind her. Even at low speed the wind could get quite intense on a bike.
One way or another we found the way to her impressive home, sprawling on the Californian hills. Having the curvy singer snuggled up closely behind me was a treat in itself, feeling her holding me so trustingly as we rode my Triumph up her driveway and pulled up in front of her home. Easing to a halt, I shut off the engine and pushed the stand down, letting Katy hop off first before I leaned the bike down onto it. Undoing my lid, I pulled it off and stepped off beside her, watching her brush her long hair back for a moment before she spoke.
“We’ll get going in the morning, set off in the sunshine,” I said, loosening my jacket with a smile, waving a hand towards the darkened horizon around us.
“Sounds good, gives me a chance to get ready,” she said, glancing to the bike.
“Sure. I’d best go and find a place to sleep for the night,” I said, since I had to seek out somewhere to rest my head and figured the Hollywood hills likely had few affordable digs.
“The other half of my bed is free,” she blurted out, then immediately looked away, hiding her blush behind a curtain of dark hair. The rush of adrenaline made my heart skip a beat, the cold burst surging through my chest as I controlled my breathing, taking a slow, quiet but deep inhale before speaking, amazed at how calm I was able to sound.
“I’ll take it, thanks,” I replied, feeling my heart pumping harder now. She glanced back to me with a smile and then quickly looked away, knowing what she’d implied as she stepped towards her huge, luxurious home. I checked the bike was all settled and freed my bag from the back before I followed her inside, helmet in hand and eyes taking in the sweet curves of her ass through her tight jeans as she went up the steps and opened the front door.
Closing the door behind me, I took in the expensive Californian pad, the success of her huge music career evident all around us as we walked across the hard floor, through the house and to the stairs. My boots thumped on the stairs as I followed Katy up them, letting myself drop a step or two behind so that I could continue to enjoy the view, something she surely noticed as she gave the slightest glance back to me following her. She led me to the huge bedroom, a king-size bed adorned with silk sheets awaiting us.
“Better than a cheap motel?” she asked with a smile as she turned round to see me taking it all in, dropping my bag to the floor.
“Most definitely,” I said, my gaze settling onto her once more.
“Good, make yourself comfortable,” she said, turning to walk over to her drawers, pulling her shoes off and leaving me to it. Undoing my jacket fully, I slid it off and dropped it down with my bag, taking my boots off to go with it. Katy had dropped her jacket down, standing the other side of the bed in her jeans and top, capturing my attentions as I contemplated where I was, in the bedroom of the musical superstar. The moment was broken as she turned to me, her hands resting in the waistband of her tight denim as she took me in, spurring me to continue and swiftly reach down to pull my shirt off over my head, looking back up to see her still watching me, her eyes roaming now to take me in.
I wasn’t hugely muscled but athletic and toned, having worked on definition at the gym rather than adding mass, which she seemed to take interest in. She took me in, then her eyes flicked up to hold my gaze for a moment; a suggestive want seemed to be there, a little smile creeping onto her lips before she gave a very definitive glance down to my trousers, then back up to me, smiling just a little more as she let her hands slide to the button of her jeans, popping it undone and then turning away from me again.
Even though it was clear what she wanted me to do, my hands were frozen as I took in the spectacle of Katy Perry turning away from me and undoing her jeans, pushing the snug denim from her curvy arse to reveal her simple black panties, just pulled a little up her toned booty. She pushed her bum out toward me a little as she urged them down to the floor, standing back up to push them off her feet as I got myself into action and undid my own, quickly sending them to the pile of other items on the floor, leaving me in just my snug black Calvin Klein shorts as I stood to watch her.
My breath paused as she reached round her sides for the bottom of her top, taking hold and then peeling it slowly up her body, crossing her arms and stretching high over her head, revealing the smooth curve of her back and the tense, enticing strap of her matching black bra. My eyes locked on her, I watched her drop it casually aside, and then reach back to slip her fingers underneath the strap, pausing as I silently urged her to take it off, rewarded by her grasping it and pushing together to free it, the ends sweeping so delightfully aside as it came undone, where she immediately shrugged it off and down her arms to join her other clothes on the floor.
She turned her head ever so slightly to see if I was looking, perhaps to make sure, before leaning forward a little to pick up a simple grey top, pulling it over her raven hair and giving me just a little glimpse of her fantastic chest from the side as she pulled herself into it and then ran it down over her body, just past the top of her panties. Turning back, I noticed how it was somehow tight but loose at the same time, fitting the curves of her breasts and letting her nipples show slightly, tucking into her body beneath but then being a little loose to flick above her underwear, where I was now taking in the lovely bulge of her pussy as the black cotton hugged it closely and her smooth, toned legs. Casually shaking her long hair out with her hands, she stepped over to the bed and pulled the covers back, smiling at me, letting her own eyes wander to take me in again as she slid a knee onto the mattress. As she gazed me in the eye again, she gave me a look that made a tingle run through me.
“Come to bed,” she said softly, but with the slightest drawling purr to her voice. I couldn’t help but return her smile and move to join her as she slid herself silkily into the bed, taking a calming breath before I slipped in beside her, gliding down easily into the comforts to rest my head on the pillows. It was a far cry from the cheap motel I’d been expecting, and with a scantily clad Katy Perry beside me that only got further and somewhat surreal. The American singer slid close to me, just a little gap between us in the centre of the bed, her hand just reaching out to brush mine beneath the covers. I was half lying on my back, turned towards her naturally, with her on her back, staring at the ceiling before glancing over to me with a smile. Reaching out, she snapped off the lights, enveloping us in enclosing darkness that somehow seemed to bring a renewed quiet with it, our breaths all that broke the air.
After a few stretching moments, she rolled onto her side away from me, but slunk back closer to me in the process so her warm, toned body was enticingly near, tempting my hands. I let a testing hand just move up her back as I shifted behind her, feeling her warm body through the thin grey top. Katy gave a little tingling shiver, arching her back and just firmly squeezing her thighs together, settling on the pillows a little more.
“Snuggle up if you like,” she murmured, as much a suggestion as a request it seemed. I didn’t question her, as getting close to the delicious form beside me was hardly something to refuse. Rolling towards her completely, I leaned up to slide my arm carefully under her neck as she lifted her head and then laid my other across her body as I slowly slipped back down into the bed behind her, feeling Katy’s slim fingers interlock warmly with mine moments later as I settled back down. I hardly had time to take in the delectable warmth of her in my arms before she pushed herself back toward me, pulling my arm fully over her and snuggling back against me with a satisfied mumble, giving a definitive push of her firm arse into my crotch, her soft panties rubbing over the front of my shorts and already stiffening cock.
Responding to her clear wants made me bold enough to pull my arm across her chest, resisting a squeeze but feeling her lovely breasts beneath our arms as I held her close to me, nuzzling through her long, soft hair to plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck, managing to keep my breath steady even as my heart raced and cock stiffened fully as it pushed against her ass. I felt her shiver a little and heard her breath catch lightly as I did, giving her another one and then just lying behind her, feeling her push back gently on me with her ass, teasing me but trying not to be noticed.
Not wanting to push it too far, in case she was just going to tease me all night, I didn’t push it further, just holding her close and letting her enjoy snuggling up, waiting to see if anything changed. A few minutes passed in the darkness, the warmth of Katy beside me tempting me for every second of it and urging me into a couple of pushes with my hips that spurred her to return it, grinding back a little firmer than she had been. She suddenly stirred, easing away from me a little and rolling onto her back, making me think she’d decided to put an end to things for the night.
With my eyes shut I couldn’t see her gazing up at me in the gloom, taking me in and contemplating her next move, which she decided to make wonderfully clear. With our hands still interlocked, she slid my hand easily up onto her breast, immediately making me give it a squeeze, responding to her invitation even before my brain had processed it properly. As I groped her fantastic chest with the help of her hand she craned up to kiss gently under my jaw, making me shiver with pleasure and anticipation, my cock absolutely rock hard now, especially as she reached down with her spare hand to just drag her fingers teasingly up the underside of it.
With it completely clear what she wanted I was unleashed and seized control, diving on her for a passionate kiss, our tongues finding one another’s immediately as my hand squeezed more firmly at her breast. My other hand pulled into her long hair and took a handful, giving a sharp tug to pull her head back as she gasped loudly, breathing hard as I leaned over her and kissed down her smooth neck, mixing soft kisses with threateningly grazing bites, just nipping at her a little to make her arch from the bed. Rolling over onto her, I slid down between her legs as I nuzzled over her chest, my hands dragging down behind over her fantastic breasts as I made my way south, pushing her shirt up and letting my hands slide back up underneath the thin grey fabric to seek an uninhibited grope of them as I kissed at her toned tummy.
I let my lips trail softly across her, just on the brink of tickling as I let my tongue dip into her bellybutton, my hands easily taking in her gorgeous chest, her double-Ds unable to be contained fully by my hands as I felt her stiff nipples pressing into the palms. Pushing up and squeezing her breasts together, I let my thumbs circle her nipples, working them into even harder points as I continued to kiss downwards, letting my lips brush at the waistband of her black cotton panties before I dragged my tongue along the illicit boundary. Her hips pushed up towards me to invite me lower, something I was more than happy to do, sliding down to just brush my lips over the warm, tempting front of her soft underwear as my hands slid out and down, reluctantly releasing her gorgeous boobs and gliding over her to pull down into her pronounced waist.
She gave a deeper gasp as I squeezed her body authoritatively with my hands and dragged my tongue up the front of her knickers, catching the elastic in my teeth and pulling it teasingly, letting it snap back onto her tummy. Letting her wait just a moment more, my hands continued down, the fingertips catching in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down, peeling the black cotton off her pussy to reveal a neat landing strip of hair as I slipped them away down her thighs, leaning up on an elbow so I could get them off her feet and discard them beneath the covers.
With them out the way she immediately spread her legs again, letting me back between them to delve down on her treasures, immediately kissing back down over her tummy rapidly and straight into her neat strip of hair, feeling the soft style guiding me directly into her waiting pussy, where I planted a kiss on her clit through its delicate hood, sucking slightly to tease her before I dived down to drag my tongue determinedly up her lips, taking in all of her smooth vulva as she gave a shuddering gasp, tingling pleasure spreading through her.
Letting my tongue linger at her clit, I pressed the advantage as I got back to work, letting the tip flick up underneath her soft hood a few times to give stimulating swipes at her most intimate nub, pushing groans of barely tolerable sensitivity from her before I switched to using the flat of my tongue on her now exposed button, being much softer and more gentle, gliding round it in smooth circles the made her strained sounds turn to deeper, satisfied moans.
Working my tongue rhythmically, I pushed my arms under her thighs and pushed them up, Katy happily lifting her knees and allowing me to slide my arms underneath and to reach round and hold her curvy hips as I ate her pussy, rolling her hips back to give me better access to her deliciously juicy body. I switched to alternating quick side-to-side and up-and-down strokes of my tongue, approved of by a murmur from the American superstar as I worked at her. She was caught off guard again as I swiftly chose to lick all the way up her puffy lips, feeling her soft labia yield to the curling tip of my tongue, splitting them as I pulled up to her clit once more.
“Ohh fuck,” she breathed, her first words in the darkness as, after a few more teasing licks over her smoothly waxed pussy, I delved my tongue deep inside her, tasting the sweet tang of her juices as I sunk and worked as thoroughly into her folds as I could, running around her velvet walls as I felt the delightful pre-orgasmic clench of her muscles. Katy rolled her hips back further, lifting her feet off the bed to give me maximum access to stimulate her, her fingers twisting into the sheets as I thrust my tongue rapidly in and out of her, feeling the lovely way her soft, slippery lips clung to me as I did. Burying it deep again, I curled my tongue back to seek out her G-spot, doing my best to work the tip of my tongue powerfully over her sensitive area, feeling her pussy squeezing invitingly at me as I did to let me know I was hitting it quite well.
I couldn’t help but think in that moment how nice it would feel when I had my cock inside her, feeling those strong muscles clenching down around my shaft as I thrust in and out of her. The thoughts alone had sped my work up, Katy gasping beneath my ministrations as I assaulted her G-spot intently, pulling at the bed and giving a gasp as I suddenly pulled my tongue out of her pussy and pushed up firmly over her clit once more, thrusting her hips up towards me. Pulling back, I gave another long lick up her pussy, making her wait a moment before I gave another, only this time I licked all the way from her asshole to her clit, making her shudder more powerfully than ever before. I gave her another and settled at her clit, attacking it vigorously.
Going back to work at her button, I could sense she was closing on her orgasm by her breathing and way she was pushing her pelvis up for me, eager for me to give her more in the pursuit of her peak. I spelt out her name with my tongue, though I doubt she noticed it, and worked despite the ache in my jaw from efforts to bring her what she wanted. Sliding my hand from her hip, I slipped it under and between her legs, teasing the tips of fingers at her slick entrance for a moment before I eased two fingers into her, feeling the tight walls of her pussy stretch to accommodate them as she gave a throaty growl of pleasure, more sensations adding to her already rushing body.
Working her clit briskly with a variety of motions of my tongue, mixing it up to keep her bubbling, I added in the work of my fingers as I started to work them busily in and out of her clenching pussy, curling them to get at her G-spot again before switching back to simply thrusting them deep inside her which she seemed to like. Thrusting my digits and working my tongue hard had her ready to pop, seemingly on the brink as she gasped and moaned in the darkness, her lovely thighs squeezing in on me.
Pulling my fingers back, I slowed my hand and folded my ring finger in, ramping up the work rate of my tongue to compensate momentarily as I pressed back into her, my little finger pushing tentatively at her backdoor. With no complaint from Katy, I delved my two fingers back into her inviting pussy and then twisted my hand to lever my little finger into her ass, making her give a deep grunt at the sudden penetration, both holes clamping down tightly on my fingers and then yielding helplessly to my assault as I circled her clit rapidly and rocked my hand to work at her pussy, pushing the tips of them up over her G-spot as I kept my little finger deep in her arse, delivering the shocker to her perfectly as she started to thrust her hips and shudder to her orgasm.
My other hand pulled commandingly at her hip as I held her in place, not that she wanted to go anywhere, her fingernails digging deeply into the bedding as she tried not to crush me with her thighs in her inexorable climax, strained gasping cutting the air delightfully as it rushed up on her, Katy managing to hold it back for a few moments to let it build even stronger before she lost all control and came with a long, loud groan of release, her legs stuttering as they stretched out into the air beside me, pointing her toes as her legs trembled before they dropped to the bed and she pulled them back to grind into my mouth, shaking and twisting as she rode her climax all the way, driving it hard by encouraging me to continue working at her intense, overwhelmed body.
“Stop, stop!” she suddenly gasped, unable to take anymore as she reached down to push me away from her pussy. I looked up at the beautiful visage of her with a sheen of sweat, flopping back exhausted onto the pillows, gasping hard for breath in the wake of a fantastic orgasm, her beautiful breasts heaving up and down with her breaths, nipples sticking clearly through the thin shirt as her eyes rolled shut and she let the after affects of her climax take control, sinking her into a somewhat comatose state as she absorbed every little sensation.
Giving her a moment to pause, I let my tongue loll as the tension ebbed from it, feeling the price of bringing the luscious singer a great climax and noticing just how rock hard I was, and contemplating just how easily it would slide inside her. I eased my fingers back and heard Katy just give a slightly accentuated breath as they slipped out of her two holes, her legs giving another minor squeeze as she lay recovering. I let my hands rest at her hips and put my head on the inside of her thigh, wanting to give her a minute to recover before we continued, fully intent on getting more than my fingers into her pussy.
With her breathing settling to normal, and a glance up telling me she hadn’t fallen asleep, I pushed up on my arms, quickly reaching down to dispatch my shorts and free my aching hard-on. Almost gliding up over her with a few quick kisses to her body and a quick squeeze of her phenomenal chest, the treat still not lost on me, I was over her and kissed her deeply, pulling her from her rest and into another tongue-twisting snog, making out passionately and letting her taste herself as my thick erection rubbed up over her pussy, over the neat strip of hair she sported and onto her tummy.
Just for a moment however, as in my hunger for her I was not holding back in sliding into her, our kisses ongoing, tongues battling eagerly as I pulled my hips back to let my cock spring between her legs, lining me up perfectly to press forward, which I immediately did and felt the bulging head of my cock contact her hot, wet pussy, the soft lips caressing me and inviting me to sink inside. I gave a push of my hips and felt the delightful, time-slowing moment as her body resisted me slightly and then gave around me, the head of my cock popping inside her, enveloped by the velvet heat of her pussy, clenching down on me to make me surge even harder as a ragged breath escaped me.
“No baby,” Katy mumbled after a gasp, reaching down to grab me before I drove home into her haven, holding me back even as her pussy gave a delightful squeeze on my cock.
“What...why not?” I breathed, stopped in full flow as after having just got inside her she cut me short, looking up into my eyes as she lay beneath me.
“Sorry baby, I’m not ready yet, not tonight,” she whispered softly, giving a somewhat apologetic look, knowing what I wanted. It was little comfort however as my erection throbbed in her hand, her snug pussy still wrapped around the first couple of inches as I gave a hissing sigh of frustration, looking up from her at the wall above her bed in the gloom.
“Don’t be like that, I’ll take care of you,” she purred, wiggling a little underneath me and leaning up to kiss at my chest and onto my neck, trying to reengage me. It only served to make my hips twitch and take what little motion there was with her hand controlling me, her other hand reaching up my side to stroke gently over me, taking in the tensed muscles of my shoulder and back. She took somewhat of a hold on me and used it to leverage herself to rock her hips, not letting me any deeper but just rolling her tight pussy around the tip of my cock, her hand starting to squeeze at my shaft as she matched it with clenches of her pelvic muscles.
It certainly drew me back into things, but only in the way I had been before, hungry to sink my whole length inside her, but she was just using it as a warm up. She smiled up at me playfully, knowing she had me in her power as she teased me with her pussy, giving a few more rocks onto me before she pulled her hips up just enough to slip me out. Rubbing me over her clit and through her soft folds again before she settled down with my cock over her stomach, she let her grip loosen and slid up to my head before giving a firm stroke down to spread her slippery juices down over my cock, making me shudder and push into her hand more.
“Mmm like that?” she murmured, grinning up at me as she pulled back to my head again, twisting her hand around all over it to make me gasp at the intensity before she slipped back down me again, this time immediately bouncing into a rhythm as she started to jerk me off as I leant over her on in the darkness. Despite missing out on her sweet pussy, for now at least, it felt fantastic and her grasp seemed just right, and I wasn’t going to miss out on whatever it was Katy Perry had for me now by letting it get to me. I let the pleasure wash through me as she stroked my cock quite rapidly, loving how she squeezed it to feel it throb and surge in her hand, pushing my hips to meet her hand.
She added more kisses to my body before pulling me over to urge me onto my side, rolling me carefully off her as she made sure to continue stroking at my cock, pulling me into a kiss as she picked up her pace, making me strain against her as we kissed deeply, tongues battling before she bit my lower lip, accentuated with a tight squeeze of the head of my cock and then another more dominating kiss as she pushed up to kneel over me, hair cascading down around me as she jerked me hard and fast, almost too much to bear for a few seconds before she suddenly let go and raked her nails threateningly up my stomach as she broke away from me.
“Katy what the...” I gasped, questioning her intention and being instantly cut off by her mouth sliding down my cock as she dived onto me, her hand wrapping round the base of me once more as she started bobbing her head up and down the first few inches of my cock, sucking perfectly as she let her tongue stroke at the ridges of my head. I could only exhale enthusiastically with pleasure as she started sucking me off, getting going deeper and sucking a bit harder, working her hand more and bringing her tongue to bear on more sensitive spots.
It was the complete blowjob, and more than enough to make me forget about her sweet pussy in that moment, sucking her own juices from me as I thrust up into her mouth. Pulling up, she lingered at my head and worked her tongue on me, sliding over more so she could get a good angle to work at me as I trembled under her ministrations, quite enjoying herself as she pushed back down on me and bumped into her hand as she took a little more in.
My hands were now the ones grasping the bedding, fighting the urge to take hold of her head and push her deeper onto me. The covers had been pushed away and it gave me a dim view of the luscious singer sucking my cock, her raven head bobbing delightfully as she wrapped her lips around me, just letting out the occasional, sexy gasp or murmur as she did so. Katy again assaulted my head, making my eyes squeeze shut with the intensity as her hand moved to caress my balls instead, before she gave a firm, deep push, taking me into her throat and letting me experience the wonderful sensation of it yielding before me until she pulled back up. She hadn’t gone full deepthroat but it still felt fantastic and gave me a delightful shudder as she resumed sucking eagerly, working up and down over half my cock as she sucked just right, taking me towards my peak. Focusing on the head once more, she tongued briskly just underneath it and then sucked harder as she let her lips rock back and forwards over the ridge of my head, popping me in and out of her mouth.
I couldn’t take it anymore and let my hand stray into her hair, pushing my fingers through it as they found the back of her head, pushing down slightly to urge her down once more. She didn’t complain and let me sink her down again, taking me as deep into her throat as she had before followed by a long pull back up, which she repeated a couple of times to tease me before she began what was clearly her final assault, turning up the wick and sucking harder, on the brink of being too hard as her tongue swirled and stabbed at my cock, rocking her head to let me rub into her soft cheeks, bouncing down for momentary teasing of her throat as she worked vigorously at me.
My hand followed her bobbing head as my fingers twisted for a grip in her dark, luxurious hair, straining up into her mouth as my climax built rapidly, my shudders and accelerating breaths telling her what she already knew as she worked intently at me, right up to the moment where she dashed my hopes of her swallowing by wrenching herself off me and out the way, her hand instantly stroking back up my full length to race into an immediate rhythm. There was no time to complain about it however as she jerked me off like an absolute pro, working her hand perfectly up and down my slippery cock, slick from her awesome blowjob as she worked me into the intense climax that she’d built for me.
In seconds she had me on the brink and, after a few strained thrusts of my hips in an attempt to hold it back, I burst explosively with a hard shove of my hips and a long near-growling rasp of ecstasy as I came, Katy working her hand relentlessly into my peak as I shot a thick jet up over my body and her sweet hand. My hips bucked as I arched into the pillows from her continued strokes, almost too much as my cock gave several more rock hard surges in her grasp to spurt more of my thick load over my chest and stomach, the last few coating her hand as she slowed to a stop, giving a couple of last pulls from the bottom to squeeze it all out of me to run down over her thumb. We were both breathing hard in the aftermath, me more so as I lay back exhausted between the pillows, just basking in the glow of the fantastic climax she’d given me, not caring now that she hadn’t swallowed for me.
“Better?” she purred, looking up to me with her big, pretty eyes and a naughty smile on her face.
“Much,” I breathed, smiling as I looked into the eyes of the beautiful singer. She blew me a kiss and then clambered out of the bed to clean up, throwing me some tissue to do the same thing. My eyes followed her as she headed into her en-suite bathroom in just her little grey shirt, not attempting to cover herself in the darkness though I couldn’t get much sight of the neat landing strip I’d felt so thoroughly with my tongue. She returned to the bed, sliding in and prompting me to do the same, heading to freshen up, though I had no idea if she watched me the way I had with her. With a few moments to pause, I took a few deep breaths, staring into my own eyes in the mirror and the sharp light of the bathroom, contemplating just where I was and what had just happened. Managing to control the urge to somehow make a fool of myself in a masculine moment of ecstatic conquest, I calmed myself before switching off the light and joining her back in the bed, making her squeal as I pressed a cold hand to her soft skin beneath the lightweight shirt. She wriggled away from me and rolled over, pushing herself underneath my arm and resting her head down on my chest, settling herself in comfortably like she belonged there.
“Don’t swallow then?” I asked after a few moments in the darkness, having to ask after she’d resorted to her hand to finish me off. Her arm slid across my body more and round my ribs, pulling herself a little closer to me and snuggling in a bit more.
“Not on the first date,” she murmured quietly, giving a little arch of her back as my hand slid over her firm arse and rested over her hip. The silence closed in around us in the darkness, only the sounds of our breath breaking through it, softening as we relaxed. Tired from a day of travelling and having been sucked off by Katy Perry were hardly things to keep me awake, and I quickly slipped from feeling quite sharp and focused on the reality of things into a deep, restful sleep. Katy I didn’t know about, but she seemed quiet and satisfied, laid securely on my chest, holding me a bit closer than I’d have expected...if I’d expected anything at all.
Evidently she slept as well as I did, because when I woke in the morning we were still cuddled together, rolled more together now with my arms around her. Pulling her close to me as if she were my girlfriend made her stir, mumbling and pressing me back down on the bed, kissing my chest lightly as I lay back beneath her. Looking down to the singer lost in her raven hair, I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I stared up at the ceiling, wonderfully surprised and delighted it hadn’t been a vivid dream. A few comfortable minutes with her passed as the beckoning Californian sunshine poured in the windows, tempting me to get out on the bike almost as much as Katy did to stay in bed. I let my hands stray, stroking over her smooth back and down onto her bum, giving a firm squeeze as my other hand slid back up under her shirt, towards her shoulder blades as she stirred again. Her thigh moved over mine, the sensation of her silky skin against me enough to stiffen my already swelling erection far more, causing me to push my hips up a little as the tingle spread through me.
“Mmm good morning,” she murmured, not lifting her head as her hand slid straight onto my cock, sending a rush through me as her fingers closed around me. Just using a gentle grasp, she interrupted it with a firm squeeze to make me push into her hand a bit more, then started lazily stroking me up and down with a soft, teasing grip, letting her hand deliberately catch me just under the tip of my cock to make it jump.
“Eager this morning aren’t we?” she teased as I pushed up a little at her grasp, wishing she’d take hold and get to work, holding myself back as she gave more squeezes.
“But I’m afraid there’s no time for this, we need to get on the road,” she said, kissing my chest as her hand continued its gentle stroke. I couldn’t help but grumble a little, knowing we needed to get riding but wanting her to get me off first.
“Take me for a ride first, then you’ll get more,” she purred, looking up at me with a smile as she gripped my cock and held, feeling me moving slightly in her fist as she looked me in the eye, planting another kiss on my chest. She just paused a moment, a final restful one, before she turned her head to look down at my throbbing erection, giving a squeeze and then suddenly going full assault, jerking me off hard and fast, her hand clamped down firmly around me as she worked rapidly up and down every inch for a blissful few seconds, a ragged gasp escaping me as I thrust up into her ministrations. And then she abruptly let me go, rolling away and out of reach, sliding off the bed and giving me a lovely view of her booty as I gasped for breath.
“Time to get up...in a different way,” she added, glancing down to my rock hard cock as she looked over her shoulder with a playful smile. It was clear she was going to be quite a handful for this little adventure, and not only in cup size. Walking round the bed, I was treated to the lovely sight of her stretching as she peeled the little grey shirt off over her head, letting her gorgeous breasts free just as she walked into the en suite and shut the door, the shower rushing a few moments later. I took a breath and lay back in the bed, contemplating what was to come as she took a shower, before pushing myself up in bed to sit as I thought about joining her.
She’d closed the door however, and the invitation hadn’t been made. Pondering things I needed to do to the bike, like adjust the rear preload a little for a couple of days of pillion riding and get it loaded up with luggage helped distract me from Katy sufficiently for a few minutes until the shower shut off, followed swiftly by the gorgeous singer emerging into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, accentuating her ample chest, the ends of her hair damp.
“All yours,” she purred, turning to her dresser.
“Hey, do you have some gear to wear?” I asked, since it was rather an important factor that we’d not got around to discussing.
“Yeah I’ve got my own stuff. An ex of mine had a bike, so I got some gear to ride with him,” she replied, glancing round at me as she picked through her underwear.
“Cool,” was all I could reply as I slid off the bed and headed into the bathroom, figuring she had some basic gear as she took me in on my way to the shower. A few minutes under the hot water was a lovely way to wake up, besides another handjob from Katy Perry of course, and brought me round properly, feeling refreshed and ready to get out onto the road. Helping myself to one of her towels, I dried off and wrapped it round my waist, opening the door and stepping back into the bedroom to a visage of lustful perfection.
Wearing a black thong and matching bra, Katy was just pulling a pair of tight black leather bike trousers up her toned thighs, looking over to me with a smile as she wiggled her hips seductively to work them up tightly over her ass. Concealing her sexy panties with a tug of the zip and click of the poppers, she turned more to let me see the sexy details of her bra, a mix of satin and sheer. She was a sight to behold with the black leather snugly wrapping around every curve of her legs and firm ass as she turned to pick up a contrasting red top to wear underneath her jacket.
“Nice shower?” she asked, breaking the silence that I’d been using to stare at her.
“Yeah, great,” I replied with a smile, walking past her to find my own stuff. She pulled the top over her head and looked round to watch as I pulled my shorts on and pragmatically got into my own leathers, wrestling them into place and sitting down to get into my boots as she finished zipping hers up, looking very much the part with one foot up on the bed, tempting my vision by running her hands back up her thigh.
“So where we going?” she asked, looking lovely in her bright red top, pulling snugly around her enticing boobs.
“We’ll find somewhere don’t worry,” I said, finishing with the boots and standing up with a grab of my shirt, pulling it on as Katy waited.
“Sounds mysterious,” she said with a little cock of her eyebrow and a smile.
“Sure is, an exciting adventure,” I smiled, checking through my stuff to make sure I had everything before picking up my jacket, sliding into the familiar leather. She was spurred into action as I picked up my helmet, ready to go now.
“I’ll be there in a minute, let me just get a few bits,” she said, turning to start quickly packing things into a backpack.
“Sure, I’ll go and get the bike ready. Not too much stuff remember,” I said with a smile, heading for the door. Katy set about it as I headed down the stairs, taking a deep breath as I reassured myself this was real, stepping out the door into the Californian sunshine and fresh ocean air. Sitting my helmet down on the seat of the bike, I found the keys and got the ignition on with a tactile click, pressing the starter that instigated a twist of the engine and then a throaty rumble as it sparked into life. With it warming up I got my bag onto the back, clear of the back seat that Katy would need, securing it firmly down and checking things over quickly. Satisfied it was all ready to go, I zipped my jacket onto my trousers, then zipped it up ready for the ride, settling into it just as the door opened and the luscious American singer emerged, bag over her shoulder and helmet in hand.
“Holy fuck,” I said slowly, trying not to let on how overwhelmed I was at the sight of her, the curvy Californian wrapped entirely in snug black leather, the fitting trousers and tall boots, added to a figure hugging jacket that pulled in at the waist and went out at her chest, met by the cascading curls of her silky black hair over her shoulders. She had a deep red helmet in her hand, smiling as she approached the bike.
“Let’s get going then,” she beamed, evidently enjoying herself both teasing me and at the prospect of the escape. She pulled her straps around and clipped them shut to secure the bag on her back, settling it with a rock of her shoulders as I stepped over the bike, dropping onto the saddle and kicking the stand underneath as I pulled it up with the handlebars. Giving a few quick revs of the engine to get it going properly evoked a lovely rasp from the exhausts, the enticing throb beneath me as I walked the Triumph around to head down towards the gates of her expensive house.
Katy pulled the helmet on and down over her hair, leaving the rest of it trailing out from beneath as she settled her lid, fastening the strap under her chin and then looking to me waiting on the bike, able to see the smile in her eyes as she walked over to the bike. I couldn’t resist twisting round to pat the seat behind me as she approached, smiling inside the helmet as she got to the bike, taking a moment to size it up before taking a grasp on my shoulder and lifting her leg over, finding the pillion peg with her boot and pulling herself up onto the seat behind me as I held the bike firmly, getting her other foot on and settling in place, her leather clad knees squeezing in on me as she did.
Glancing back I gave a questioning nod to make sure she was ready, met with a return nod of her helmet, and then focused on the run down to her gates, kicking the bike down into first gear and letting the clutch out to roll smoothly away down toward the road, easing down to the junction and then out since it was quiet, opening the throttle up and kicking up a couple of gears as we got moving, relaxing into the feel of the machine beneath me and the weight of Katy behind me, who seemed to be comfortable on the back as we got going.
We had to go through some of the city in order to escape, the inevitable traffic and frustrations, filtering through though it was a little more tricky on a bike loaded with luggage and passenger. Eventually we managed to escape and beneath the beaming Californian sunshine broke free of the urban jungle, to the suburban jungle at least, getting away from the cloying density of the city. It took some time to get clear of civilisation, eventually seeing the houses fade into the mirrors as the road stretched North and onward towards the forests and countryside, Katy riding behind me without complaint as the miles passed.
A couple of hours on the bike were enough to warrant a quick break though and we pulled over at a rest stop, taking the chance to get off the bike for a bit and stretch, Katy looking a little tight as we did, her legs stiff from riding behind me. We went into the diner for a coffee and a snack, sitting and looking out the window, beyond the bike at the open landscape ahead and its prospects to escape quietly with one another. A few guys checked Katy out in her hugging leather outfit but nobody else appeared to recognise her, not that she was making a show of herself however, keeping her head down quietly at the table as we took a break.
A few minutes rest and then a couple more stretching our legs was enough to head back to the bike, getting a knowing nod from another biker as he pulled in. Hopping back onto the Triumph, I had barely pulled it up as Katy clambered on with me, starting it up as she settled in, her hands moving round my waist this time, pulling herself closer to me than she had been as I kicked into gear and pulled away, feeling delightfully wanted by her as I opened up the bike and accelerated onto the road again, winding up the speed now as we got onto the open road into the countryside.
As I accelerated down the beckoning road the beautiful singer huddled in behind me, shielding herself from the wind and resting her head gently against my back, giving just a light squeeze of her thighs to me as she relaxed for the ride. The traffic melted away as we got further from the city, the trees closing in around us as we climbed through the hills into the forests, towering and ancient as we sped beneath their boughs on the throbbing Bonneville, the lovely exhaust note tempting me to load the throttle at times, especially as we climbed up the winding roads. Katy knew how to ride pillion as she easily moved with me, gliding effortlessly through the bends and flowing with me and the bike, holding securely to me with complete trust.
The wide blue sky stretched infinitely above us as we wound peacefully through the picturesque roads, the undulating roads offering an enjoyable blend of downhill sweeps and uphill climbs, the Triumph eating them up easily. I’d done many miles on this bike in recent days, but these were without doubt the best, on a great road with Katy Perry on the back, taking her for a ride, away from the madness of her daily life. Climbing to the top of the hill saw a break in the trees and a viewing area at the edge of the tumble into the valley below, where I pulled the bike over in the shade from the tall trees behind us.
Thrumming to a stop, I clicked the engine off, the silence so complete in the sudden moment it cut out, a relief we didn’t know we were seeking from the constant sounds of the ride. I waited as Katy climbed off a little stiffly, stretching herself as I put the bike onto the side stand and stepped off, reaching up to free myself of my helmet. Setting it down on the bike, I looked over to Katy as she did the same, shaking her long hair out sexily after she did, smiling to me as she stood it on the back of the bike and took her bag off with a lovely shrug of her shoulders.
Walking to the wooden barrier overlooking the sprawling countryside below us, I gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, taking in the peace and quiet of nature and the stunning view before me, and then the stunning view beside me as Katy joined me, resting her elbows on the barrier and lightly clasping her hands to rest on them in front of her chin, her big eyes roving across the incredible view.
“How’s the escape so far?” I asked, taking in her gorgeous curves accentuated by the leather outfit. My eyes scanning back up her body met hers, catching me in the act of checking her out, but she just gave a smile, drinking up the attention I was giving her.
“Just that,” she replied, turning her gaze back to the wide open view as my own moved down to check out her ass, the black leather trousers clinging to her perfectly. Drawn to her and deciding to push things a little bit, I slid in behind her and ran my hands round her hips, letting one slide round over her body to pull her close as I reached up with the other to pull her hair aside so I could plant a soft, lingering kiss on her delicate neck, feeling her shiver as I did.
“Well now you’ve escaped, you can do whatever you want,” I said, kissing her some more as she turned towards me so I could plant them on her cheek, my hand slipping underneath her arm and unashamedly across her chest, reaching up to grasp the zip of her jacket and ease it down slowly.
“Whatever I want huh?” she murmured, tipping her head back to let me kiss at her neck once more as she arched her back to rub her firm ass into me.
“Anything, you’ve broken free,” I said, letting my fingertips stray between then open zip of her jacket and over the firm tops of her breasts through the soft red top.
“So if I wanted you to bend me over this railing...” she said huskily, lowering her head again and looking foxily into my eyes as I kissed her cheek once more.
“Then you can definitely have that,” I murmured, nuzzling against her a little and kissing her again as my fingertips found her jacket zip again, sliding it down most of the way to expose a V down to her stomach. I took the invitation and let my hand slide inside her leathers, onto her breast to give a firm squeeze as my other hand slipped into the bottom of the enticing opening, sliding down over her top and onto the soft, warm skin of her tummy, knowing that below all that stood in my way was her sexy black thong.
I just paused as my fingertips grazed the edge of it, toying along it for a few moments before I just let them slip beneath, Katy leaning back into me as she allowed my exploration. Taking it slow, I stroked over her smooth body, neatly waxed save for her dark landing strip of hair, which I deliberately avoided as I slowly let my fingers circle on their way south. There was nothing but the sounds of nature around us as I continued to grope at her chest, the singer pushing back onto me as I just let my fingertips brush through the top of her soft strip of pubic hair, inviting me to follow it straight down onto her clit. Just as my finger moved to do so however her hand took hold of my wrist to stop me, twisting to pull away from me a little with a devilish smile.
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