“Come on, you need to get ready,” Rihanna teased, watching as Katy rubbed the towel over herself, taking her time so RiRi could watch.
“There's no rush, we have time,” Katy said with a smile, drying herself off and leaving Rihanna get on finishing her make-up, selecting the sexy black and sheer underwear set she'd bought earlier, the bra pushing her up just right while showing her off, and the enticing thong showed off her toned ass and left an enticing trail of embroidered black design over the front of her pussy against the sheer surroundings. She selected a similarly short dress from her luggage, a simple dusky purple number that skimmed her thighs and hugged her just right around her curves, laying it out beside her as she sat down to do her make-up, leaving Rihanna watch on. It took a few minutes, but once she was ready she stood up and then stepped into the little purple number sliding it up and wiggling it into place.
“Can you get that for me?” she said coyly, turning round and sweeping her hair forward over her shoulder for Rihanna to do up the zip, the sexy curve of her smooth back crossed only by the bra strap waiting. Stepping up, the Bajan let her hands slip to Katy's hips a moment, then onto the zip to draw it slowly up, finishing by pulling it into place and leaning over to kiss at Katy's exposed neck where she'd pulled her hair aside. The Californian shivered, making Rihanna kiss more and let her teeth graze at the soft skin beneath her touch, but before she could get too into it Katy broke away.
“Dinner awaits, right?” she said, turning round with a challenging smile to Rihanna.
“Right,” Rihanna said with a smile of her own, loving how Katy played and teased, building up the tension for when they got back to the room later, probably fuelled by a few cocktails. The American slipped quickly into a pair of black strappy high-heels, pausing to quickly buckle them up with a bend down that threatened to let her dress slip up over her ass.
“About ready,” Katy said with a smile as she stood up.
“Good, then let's go,” Rihanna said, reaching out for her hand and pulling her towards the door. The Californian let herself be pulled along and out the door, far more willing than she had been earlier in the tiny swimsuit. They walked casually hand-in-hand down through the opulent hotel to the equally luxurious dining area, where they were immediately served and shown to a table for two, away at the side but with a fabulous view out the window over the land around the resort. After being swiftly served an initial glass of very expensive, perfectly chilled white wine, they perused the menu, taking their time deciding what to have. As Katy looked through, pondering a few options, she felt Rihanna's sensual foot slide onto the inside of her knee, then up her thigh and almost under her short dress. She looked down for a moment, then back up to Rihanna, who was casually reading her menu as if nothing was going on.
“You know, we have all night,” Katy mused, looking back to her own menu.
“We do, and it'd be great if you were horny for all of it, because you'll be really ready to go later on,” Rihanna replied simply, as she continued to study the menu. Katy paused a moment, her heart surging as she looked at Rihanna, who didn't even so much as look up to her.
“As long as you lick it later,” Katy said, looking back to her menu.
“I will, I'll devour it,” Rihanna replied, not once breaking her gaze on the fancy, leather-bound menu.
“Good girl,” Katy replied, at which Rihanna just let a small smile cross her lips, her foot pushing higher and sliding determinedly under Katy's skirt, which she didn't even flinch at, spreading her legs a little so that Rihanna could explore all the way to her sexy new lingerie. She didn't waste time, immediately sliding her dainty foot up the inside of her toned thigh and onto the sexy thong, feeling the lace embroidery under her toes as she explored, Katy just letting her, feeling the familiar rush spreading through her as her pussy wettened, lips engorging.
A waiter came to their table shortly afterwards and took their order, Rihanna opting for a fish dish with rice, while Katy opted for a chicken pasta dish. After replenishing their wine glasses, he left with the order.
“So, how you enjoying this holiday then? I know you were...apprehensive about it,” Rihanna said, taking a sip of her wine with a smile.
“It's been pretty fantastic actually, certainly an experience,” Katy replied after a moments thought.
“I told you it'd be liberating, and they're cool here,” Rihanna said, knowing it was Katy's first time being in any way public with another girl, even if this place was secretive.
“Yeah it's been that, and lots of other things. I'm glad we did it though, it's helped open up a new side of me I guess,” Katy replied pensively, looking away and drifting into her thoughts.
“You've certainly done that,” Rihanna said with a naughty smile, turning to a grin as she sipped at her wine. Katy paused, taking a good mouthful of her own wine before speaking.
“I'll open my legs for you later, just so I can feel that tongue of yours in action,” she said.
“You'll feel it, don't worry. Maybe you can be more open with this in general when we get home,” Rihanna probed, wanting to gauge Katy's willingness to be more public with their relationship. She loved how hot it was, being secretive and hidden, but she couldn't deny she'd like something a little more formal with Katy now. She didn't know if Katy felt the same though.
“We'll see about that,” Katy replied, making Rihanna's heart sink just a little, but she let it go, knowing Katy wasn't so forward with that side of herself.
They made small talk for a few minutes before their food was delivered, being brought to their table with some flair and exquisite style, such was the nature of the expensive place they were staying. After being placed down for them and the waiters had removed themselves, the girls ate quietly, not disturbing each other as they enjoyed a fantastic meal, the food cooked to perfection. One could argue for what it cost it should be, but such concerns were not theirs. They just enjoyed the gorgeous food, and then shared a bowl of chocolate ice cream dessert afterwards, both dipping into it and enjoying the sweet, indulgent treat as they finished their wine.
With their food finished, they hit the bar, moving through the huge open space from the dining area towards the bar area again. It was a long surface in the centre of the luxurious space, offering everyone ample space to be served, and with no wait at all thanks to plenty of staff ready to help them, meaning Rihanna didn't need to lean over and squeeze her arms together to enhance her cleavage, but she still did anyway. She smiled as the barman greeted them with a warm smile, then let his eyes momentarily flick down to look down her top, loving that he couldn't resist as he took their order. They both went for an extravagant cocktail, something they wouldn't normally have, which took a couple of minutes mixing before being presented with extra straws and little cocktail umbrellas. Seating themselves on a couple of stools at the end of the bar they settled down to sip their way through the fruit, yet strong, cocktails, relishing the almost overpoweringly sweet taste as they looked around, taking in the people enjoying their evening and the fading summers day outside through the magnificent glass roof of the building.
“This is quite a place,” Katy sighed, taking sip of her drink.
“Yeah, really incredible, I love it here,” Rihanna replied, looking around at the place as the light faded outside.
“We'll have to come back, have another holiday,” Katy said, making Rihanna pleased at the sound of their relationship lasting, not perhaps fizzling out as she might have expected.
“Sure we can come back, I'd love that,” Rihanna said, sipping her own drink.
“Not many places people like us can go to...be alone,” Katy said with a raise of her eyebrows. Rihanna knew she didn't mean girls that were bisexual, she meant much-photographed celebrities, their lives the staple of peoples newspapers and websites every day.
“No, we need to be careful to keep out of the spotlight, but places like this offer an excellent escape for us to...come and play,” Rihanna said with a naughty smile.
“That they do,” Katy replied with a smile on her own, taking a sip of her cocktail again, letting her leg move forward to rub her smoothly shaven limb over Rihanna's, sending a tingle through her Bajan lover. They spent the next hour or so making flirtatious small talk and sipping through another drink, gradually sliding a little closer together, Rihanna's hand straying onto Katy's silky thigh, helping her purple dress to slip up just a bit further than it was already. They were quite engrossed in one another before they were politely interrupted by a pair of gentlemen, well dressed and evidently wealthy, causing them to sit up and take note.
“Good evening ladies, I hope we are not interrupting,” said one, holding his hands out apologetically in case they were. Of course they were interrupting, however the girls were happy to see what they had to say. Katy eyed them up, taking them in. They were both dressed in expensive suits, tailor made, and were well put together, both just over six feet tall she guessed and in good shape, clearly well exercised. Decent looking, with neat dark hair, one of them sporting a neatly styled beard.
“Not if you get us a couple more drinks,” Katy said with a raised eyebrow, pointing to their empty glasses.
“Of course,” he replied, without skipping a beat and went on to enquire what it is they would like to drink. There was a pause, then Rihanna turned to interjected herself into the conversation more, since he had been looking at Katy.
“A bottle of champagne,” Rihanna said with a smile.
“Very well,” he replied, immediately turning and signalling the barman. In just a few moments there was the loud pop of an expensive cork, then two glasses were placed down for them, with the bottle of expensive champagne in an ice bucket behind them on the bar.
“Good, so what is it you want to talk to us about?” Rihanna said, directing the conversation as she picked up her glass of champagne. Katy sipped hers too, looking over it at the two men that had approached them.
“Well you are both gorgeous, and I have a business proposition for you,” he said, smiling warmly at them. Katy, a little bit tipsy, couldn't help but smile back.
“Yeah?” Rihanna asked, leading them to make said proposition to them. There was no hesitation, he was bold and confident in his manner with them, clearly not intimidated by their celebrity in any way.
“How much to spend the night in bed with a beautiful creature like you?” he said pointedly, looking at Katy. Her eyes widened and her heart caught in her chest, before accelerating into a flurry of beats, pounding hard behind her fantastic breasts. She had never had such a proposition made to her, and definitely not like this. Being a little buzzed though, she decided to play with it, toy with them a bit.
“Oh I dunno, it'll be expensive,” Katy said, taking a sip of her drink as Rihanna looked at her, almost trying to catch her gaze, “say, five million dollars, at least,” she finished, making Rihanna's eyes widen immediately.
“Interesting,” he replied after a moments thought, “and would you consider anal sex?” he said, being just as straight forward still. Katy thought for a minute, controlling her breathing in her excitement, adrenaline flowing as she took another sip of her drink.
“I would, but it would be an additional five,” she replied, giving a smile.
“Excellent. And how about you, Rihanna? We would be equally pleased to get our hands on you,” he said, turning to the tan RnB singer sitting beside her.
“I'm sure you would, but I'm priceless, not for sale,” she replied, giving a tip of her glass and then taking a drink of it, making Katy pause a moment, starting to think.
“That's a shame,” he said, able to tell Rihanna's conviction on the matter.
“For you, I'm sure. Besides, I already belong to her,” she said, nodding to Katy with a smile.
“Very well,” he said, with a slight nod, and turned back to Katy. “So Miss Perry, to conclude,” he said, focusing on her once more. She took a sip of her champagne, hand trembling just a little.
“How much for my friend here as well?” he asked, offering his companion with a wave of his hand.
“Good evening, Miss Perry,” he said politely. Behind the politeness though she could immediately tell he would be very energetic with her, seeming to have the quiet, respectful demeanour that hid it, until you knew to look for it like she had learnt. She was speechless for a moment, glancing between them.
“One after another, or both at the same time?” she asked hurriedly, her voice just raising in pitch a little.
“At the same time, one wild night,” the first one replied coolly, with a slight smile, seeming to know he had her flustered. Katy couldn't reply, lost in it all, starting to realise the proposition was real, heart pounding against her ribcage, lungs feeling like they'd burst, tight as she took rapid breaths. Draining her glass of expensive champagne, she steeled herself.
“Twenty-five million,” she blurted out, Rihanna staring at her with her eyes like saucers. He gave a smile, giving his friend a nod.
“Deal,” he said simply, and with that the cold shot of realisation spread through Katy, the sudden remorse at what she'd offered.
“Wait...I...” she stammered, unable to form words, stopping as he held a hand up.
“Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. We'll need to make arrangements of course. I'll arrange the payment, since I assume you want a bank transfer, and a binding non-disclosure contract so we all keep this...confidential,” he finished, giving just the slightest hint of a smile, taking pleasure in his victory through negotiation. With it all sounding so proper and organised, Katy didn't really know what to say.
“I...ok then,” she managed weakly, looking round at the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, not exactly needing to celebrate.
“Excellent, a pleasure doing business with you,” he said, and stepped forward to take Katy's hand, raising it to plant a soft kiss on it, even as Rihanna filled up her glass right to the top in readiness for her. Katy couldn't help but smile at it, loving the romantic move, even after an experience that had been anything but.
“My card, if you wish to contact me,” he said, producing a card from his top pocket and handing it to her. Katy took it from him, taking a glance at the neatly pressed and printed card as he turned and kissed Rihanna's hand as well, bidding her goodbye.
“Good evening, we won't intrude any further,” he said with a slight nod, his friend doing the same, and with that they turned and left, walking away across the open floor and then into the crowd. Katy let out a deep, struggling breath, sucking in oxygen.
“Holy fuck, I just...oh fuck,” Katy gasped, it all getting to her suddenly as Rihanna swiftly picked up the glass and offered her the drink.
“Calm down baby, just calm down a moment,” she said, getting the champagne flute into Katy's hand, where the Californian immediately took a good drink of it, draining half the glass. She did stop breathing so hard though. There was just a quiet moment between them as Katy calmed down, Rihanna just resting a hand on her thigh, draining her own glass of champagne as they took a minute to just take a breath and consider things. Katy was quiet, looking at the floor past Rihanna, lost in her own mind for a moment.
“They can pay, and they will,” Rihanna said softly. She had waited till now, since Katy had not paid any heed to her silent attempts at attention earlier.
“What?” Katy asked, looking up and then taking another sip.
“I'm aware of those guys, not that they've ever propositioned me personally before, but I know full well they aren't joking with the offer they just made you,” Rihanna said, looking into her eyes.
“Twenty five millions dollars? For a night with me?” Katy asked incredulously, eyes widening again.
“Yes, they'll pay without batting an eyelid to get you into the sack for a night,” Rihanna said with a naughtier smile.
“But I...selling myself, just for the money?” Katy said, biting her lip unsurely.
“Don't be so silly. We both know you're interested, but it's not for the money. It'd hardly like you need it,” Rihanna scoffed, seeming to know exactly what the deal was.
“Well, being interested in the idea is one thing...” Katy attempted, being cut off by Rihanna.
“You're not just interested in the idea. You wanna do it, I know you do. Hell I bet if I had a go I could slide four fingers into you right now with ease, I bet your pussy's that wet,” she said, refilling her glass from the ice cold champagne bottle, the crunch of ice breaking the air intently.
“Rihanna!” Katy hissed, looking around to see if anybody had seen, though they were quite alone, isolated from the rest of the guests.
“Tell me it's not true, and maybe I'll drop it,” Rihanna smiled, taking a drink from her refreshed glass.
“Ok so maybe it is true, maybe I am horny as fuck, doesn't mean I'll go through with it,” Katy said quickly and quietly, a little drunken slur on the edge of her words as she leant forwards, giving Rihanna a lovely look down her dress before she sat up to drain her glass once more. Rihanna just smiled, loving that she got Katy to admit it, before a silence followed.
“Just think about it, they really will pay every penny. And you're worth it,” Rihanna said quite seriously, pouring the last of the bottle for Katy, around half a glass. She looked at her Bajan lover, sipping at the last of her champagne as she picked up her glass again.
“Alright,” she whispered, conceding her interest to it, making Rihanna smile broadly. Draining her glass, she put it down firmly and took charge again, giving a stretch and turning to her lover once more.
“So, you gonna take me back to our room and squeeze those four fingers into me?” Katy said clearly. Rihanna was about to take a sip, pausing;
“I'm gonna lick it first, like I promised,” she said, then slowly tipped her head back to drain her glass of the expensive champagne. It would show up on their bill, but that was hardly a concern for them.
“Good, then let's go,” Katy said with a smile, holding out her hand for Rihanna to take, which she dutifully did. The two left hand-in-hand, ignoring anyone but each other now as they headed out of the bar area, realising how loud it had gotten once in the quiet of the tasteful hallways beyond, heading back to their room for what Rihanna planned to be an intense session, having been waiting to get her hands on Katy properly for hours. Reaching the stairs, she pushed Katy ahead of her, making the Californian giggle as she started to ascend, Rihanna deliberately hanging several steps back from her to get a look up her skirt, the short purple dress powerless to prevent Rihanna's gaze taking in the sexy lingerie and sweet bulge of her pussy as she slowly climbed the stairs. She knew Rihanna was looking so took her time, slowly reaching the top with definite wiggles of her hips, teasing her lover before she caught up to her, her hand sliding onto and giving a firm squeeze of her ass as they headed for the door to their room. Turning and leaning back against the door, Katy drew Rihanna close to her, smiling as she pulled a knee up beside her, the Bajan beauty standing between her legs. Katy pulled an arm round her waist, drawing her in tightly.
“Are you ready to come and get me?” Katy said with a smile, pulling Rihanna into a deep, tongue-twisting kiss.
“Just open the door,” Rihanna growled, breaking away from their kiss. Katy gave a smile, fumbling back with the swipe card for the door, looking back slightly as she found it and slid it through the electronic lock, the door tumbling open behind her. They staggered through it, giggling as they untangled themselves and got inside, shutting the door behind them firmly and flicking the lights on, the luxurious apartment type space spread out before them. Katy stepped towards the bed, before she was alerted all too late by fast footsteps behind her on the carpet, being knocked face down on the bed by Rihanna, bouncing on the springy mattress with a laugh.
“You don't need to be so rough!” she giggled as Rihanna grabbed her ankle, rolling her over on the bed and throwing her legs open.
“I don't need to be, I want to be,” she replied with a smile, leaning over Katy to plant another kiss on her as she craned up from the bed, before she slid down and pushed her hands up Katy's skirt, making her tingle with excitement as she flicked the skirt a little to take a look at the sexy thong she'd bought just that afternoon, taking in the lovely lacy detailing over the sheer underwear, showing off her smooth pussy beautifully as she twisted her fingers in the waistband and pulled it swiftly down Katy's equally smooth legs. Kicking her own heels off, she left Katy's on as she knelt down, shoving her legs a bit further apart as she got into place, planting soft kisses on the inside of her thighs that made the American inhale through rapid breaths. Wasting no time, she nuzzled underneath the light purple skirt and straight to the beautifully shaved pussy before her, grazing her nose and lips over it, teasing Katy as she dragged over her clit hood, feeling juices on her lips with how horny and eager her Californian lover was. Katy let out a stuttering sigh of pleasure as Rihanna's skilful tongue dragged up over her clit for the first time, her legs tensing and then dropping over the end of the bed as she relaxed into it, letting the full sensation of Rihanna eating her pussy spread through her as the Bajan started to lap at her clit, hands taking a hold of her curvy hips.
She licked firmly up over Katy's clit, just being slow and patient, letting her tongue curl to hook underneath her hood, sending jolts of intense pleasure through the pop star. Her hands twisted into the covers as Rihanna picked up speed, her intense arousal making everything feel electric, writhing and arching on the bed as her lesbian lover worked her skilful tongue at her, loving how expertly she put it to work. In a momentary pause, Rihanna pulled off to lick her lips and slide her fingers across Katy's beautifully smooth body to spread her soft labia, exposing her completely for Rihanna's attacking tongue, which immediately went back to work, more intently this time, driving the hood out the way to get directly at Katy's delicate button, circling and swiping at it rapidly to drive a shuddering, body-curling breath from the American as she was overwhelmed. Her gasps became harder, sharper, her toes curling as she felt the familiar sensations, surprised that it happened so quickly but rapidly failing to care about it.
“Oh fuck, don't stop,” Katy gasped, tangling herself in her long, dark hair as she wriggled on the bed. Rihanna dutifully continued working her well-practised tongue hard, the muscle writhing and dancing on Katy's nub to push her over the edge, which took only a few exquisite seconds, making the singer bubble over with several sharp, smart attacks of her tongue, making her gasps turn into deep, guttural grunts of pleasure. With a few spasms and kicks of her legs, Katy came hard and fast, digging her nails into the bed as she groaned in ecstasy, giving throaty growls as it culminated, Rihanna continuing to lick hard as she climaxed until with equal swiftness it was over, leaving her far too delicate to be touched so intimately, quickly grabbing Rihanna's hair to stop her as she gasped hard for breath, sweat prickling all over her in a wave of heat, the thin dress suddenly too much. As she caught her breath, Rihanna sat back on her heels with a smile, licking Katy's sweet juices from her lips and pulling her hands down her strong thighs before standing up and leaning over her girlfriend, a hand either side of her as she lowered herself down slowly to her. Katy, eyes closed but sensing the shadow over her, opened her eyes and smiled as Rihanna leant down for a soft kiss, turning into several, their tongues just touching gently before Katy turned her head and let her Bajan lover kiss down her cheek and onto her neck just as softly, sending a shiver of excitement through her despite just climaxing.
Pulling away, Rihanna stood up with a stretch and then reached down for her dress, wasting no time in peeling it off over her head. She matter-of-factly stripped off her bra and panties as Katy watched from the bed with a smile, pushing up to lean on her elbows and watch as Rihanna stripped naked, before the tan star turned to rummage in Katy's bag for their soft blue strap on. Turning back, she held it up with a little wiggle before leaning down to step into it, her perky breasts hanging perfectly from her chest. Sliding it up her legs to fasten the harness, she looked to Katy, who pulled herself obediently from the bed and reached up to quickly unzip her dress, letting the purple fabric collapse around her feet, leaving her gorgeous body exposed in just her bra and high-heels. The former quickly joined everything else on the floor, and just when she bent down to start undoing her shoes, Rihanna stopped her.
“No, leave them on,” she smiled, encouraging Katy towards her. The tall Californian stepped forward with a smile, knowing Rihanna was going to take advantage and play her way now, immediately initiated by a hand squeezing hard at her breast, the other sliding over her hip to take a good grip of her ass as they came together in a kiss, pushing the toy to her stomach.
“I'm gonna get what I want this time,” Rihanna growled, giving Katy a forceful kiss, pressing their toned bodies together. Katy just let her girlfriend take control, her hands lightly resting onto Rihanna's waist as she was intensely kissed, the tongue delving deep into her mouth, hand gripping her large breast even harder for a moment before Rihanna suddenly pushed her away and grabbed her shoulders, shoving her round and down onto the end of the bed. Bent over and exposed for Rihanna, Katy felt a momentary rush of nervous excitement, immediately arching her back and wiggling her hips a little as she stood on her high-heels, waiting for the inevitable move. She let out a soft gasp as Rihanna's hand laid a firm spank on her ass, grasping her intently and pulling her ass apart slightly to see her tight asshole and snug, waiting pussy. With her spare hand she raised the toy, pressing the tip of against her soft labia, teasing it up and down Katy's soft lips.
“Don't tease me,” Katy whispered, trying to push back slightly, but not too much as she knew Rihanna wanted to be in charge. Rihanna just paused a moment, in position, enough to tempt Katy to just push back slightly, splitting her pussy and inching the head of the blue rubber dildo inside her.
“Ok, I won't,” Rihanna abruptly said, grabbing the toy and pulling back out of the entrance to Katy's pussy, and without a moments hesitation driving it straight into her ass, sinking immediately over half the toy inside her before her muscles clenched with her reaction, Katy giving a loud shout at the sudden, intense pain, not ready for such a move, her muscles gripping with a crushing spasm that stopped her sinking any deeper. Rihanna smiled as Katy twisted and gasped beneath her, giving pained sounds through her breaths as her hands slipped to take a good hold of her curvy hips, not letting her pull of it at all.
“How's that for not teasing?” Rihanna goaded, rocking her hips a little as she waited for Katy to relax enough for her to continue.
“Good. To the point,” Katy said, breathing hard, head sagging towards the bed as she rested on her elbows. She paused just a second further then, without pulling back at all, drove forwards to squeeze every last inch of the toy into Katy's ass, driving the strap-on deeply inside her as Katy gave a shudder and deep, throaty grunt at it, but never said no. Resting her hips against Katy's curvy ass, Rihanna gave a sigh of pleasure and satisfaction.
“Who's the boss?” she asked, looking down at the dominated Californian under her. Katy didn't hesitate.
“You're the boss,” she replied with utter conviction. Rihanna felt no reason to say anything more, having Katy's complete submission, and took a firmer hold to draw the toy back, feeling Katy's muscles twitching as she struggled to relax into it all. She pulled back to just the head for maximum effect and then drove back in, smoothly powering the entire toy inside her until she pressed to her ass again, driving another strained grunt from Katy, but it was more of general sensation than pain, which was enough for Rihanna. Katy knew all about it as well as Rihanna grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair, something Rihanna did when she was really up for a fuck and in charge, letting out a cry as her head was pulled back by a sharp yank, putting her in position as Rihanna's other hand slid into the pinch of her waist, tensioning her body perfectly. She immediately set about fucking her, wasting no time in sliding out and then jamming the toy back inside her deeply, taking no time to build up and setting a fast rhythm straight away as Katy grunted hard at it.
Rihanna gave a throaty grunt as she ground the harness against Katy, and herself. Katy felt her pause and tremble at it, indicating that she was very horny and this wouldn't take long. She grit her teeth and growled deeply as Rihanna cranked her body tightly and thumped the toy into her intently once more, pounding with deep, hard thrusts of her, driving it into her clit and taking her towards orgasm as she pumped Katy. Despite the tough, hard stretching Rihanna was giving her, Katy's pussy was wet and her clit aching to be touched, but she couldn't, bracing herself beneath the onslaught of the Bajan star. She knew it wouldn't be long though, feeling Rihanna trembling and grinding hard against her, breathing hard and fast as her climax built up surprisingly quickly as she took Katy hard.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come,” Rihanna grunted, Katy looking up in surprise at how fast it'd soared up on her. She didn't care though, feeling a tingle spread through her as she pushed back to help with it.
“Come baby,” Katy growled simply, jamming herself backward as she gripped the bedding to accentuate things. Rihanna just pulled hard at her Californian lover and drove herself into her, with with it her body against the harness, taking just a few more intense drives into it with her hips to instigate her climax. She came hard with shuddering breaths, giving juddering, strained movements as she gave a couple more thrusts into Katy before driving herself against her firm ass and grinding her clit into the harness to accentuate the awesome sensation, giving deep, guttural grunts and strained groans of pleasure as she pushed herself against the tight harness, hips bucking and shaking with the intensity, legs tight but trembling as she forced Katy into the bed face first.
“Fuck yeah, like that,” Katy growled throatily, feeling Rihanna's energy dissipating through her as the gorgeous RnB singer shook to the culmination of her climax, fingers digging into Katy's body and then softening at the peak before sensitivity suddenly washed over her and she stilled, gasping for breath, the heavy breaths breaking the air in the quiet that followed, Katy's breaths masked by the bedding beneath her as she exhaled into it. There was just a few second as Rihanna stood still, feeling too sensitive to move, before she slowly pulled back and slid the blue strap-on back out of Katy's ass.
“Fuck that was good,” Rihanna breathed, taking care to set her shaky legs under her as she stepped away, Katy pushing up from the covers and rolling over onto her back, her fantastic double-Ds bouncing on her chest as she did.
“Yeah it was,” Katy smiled, watching as Rihanna took a few deep breaths and unfastened the harness, letting the toy slip down to the floor.
“And now, you're gonna get those four fingers you wanted,” Rihanna said with a smile, stepping back to the bed and sinking down onto her knees before Katy. The popstar's heart rate immediately spiked; her pussy could take it, but she rarely let people, and despite her somewhat tipsy invitation to her lover earlier on she felt a rush of nerves as she imagined her pussy stretching round Rihanna's skilful fingers. She didn't protest though as Rihanna settled in, reaching up to pull Katy down the bed a little, the Californian loving her surprising strength as she powerfully pulled her into position, legs dangling off the end to leave her hot, silky pussy exposed. After being fucked in the ass, following the tongue-twisting attention she'd been given when they first got back in, her pussy was wet, warmed up and ready. She tingled as Rihanna rubbed her fingers over her puffy lips, just giving a very general circling of her hand to apply just a hint of stimulation to her clit as she brushed over it through her soft hood.
Letting her hand slide down, she teased her fingertips up Katy's silky entrance, easily splitting her puffy lips to dip in between them juicily, feeling the thick juices spread between her fingertips. She pressed on eagerly, knowing Katy was ready for her, immediately sinking two fingers inside her, hearing her exhale with a hint of a moan, rocking them back and forth a few times before adding a third, easily stretching her Californian lover to accommodate them as she worked them busily back and forward, twisting her wrist to just apply a bit of pressure up onto her G-spot as she did. Katy shifted her hips, trying to be discrete lest Rihanna tease her by stopping, but she didn't, allowing her girlfriend to help increase the pressure at her powerful G-spot, working her hand to continue stimulating her as she felt her pussy give a firm squeeze and then relax more, opening up to her. She took the opportunity to add her fourth and finger finger, unfolding her pinky and easily sliding it inside Katy with the rest of her fingers, feeling her pussy flex to delightfully accept them.
“Yeah that's it, all four like you wanted,” Rihanna smiled as she pushed them deeply inside, just stretching Katy fully before she started working them back and forth, Katy just giving a deep groan of pleasurable acceptance as she lay back on the bed to enjoy the ministrations and all the sensations that washed over her. Rihanna's numerous fingers rubbed over every delicate nerve ending in her silky pussy and pressured her G-spot, putting in a lovely full sensation that she hadn't felt in quite a while. She gave a groan at the adjustment to Rihanna's hand, folding her fingers and then pressing more firmly with her pumps, feeling a few thrusts before she gave a gasp at a momentary stab of pain as Rihanna's knuckles disappeared inside her pussy, filling her up completely, stretching both her snug entrance and her tunnel beyond. Rihanna worked her hand more intently now, thrusting her hand vigorously inside Katy to bury her hand in her most intimate place, just her thumb exposed, which she was also hooking over to press at her clit with every motion of her digits inside her.
“I'm gonna push you to a new level tonight,” Rihanna said, loving the feel of Katy stretching comfortably around her as she worked at her. Katy, shaken from her enjoyment, looked up from the bed, over her fantastic chest and down at Rihanna.
“What, what do you mean?” she questioned, unable to think straight in that moment.
“I'm gonna fist you,” Rihanna said quite simply, but in a focussed manner.
“Wait, what? I can't take that,” Katy said, managing to pull herself to clarity.
“Yeah you can, just relax, your pussy can do it, and you'll love it,” Rihanna said coolly, continuing to work her hand, feeling Katy squeeze at her.
“I can't, I can't,” she breathed, looking down and shaking her head. Rihanna paused momentarily.
“You can, I can feel it here, you'll be fine if you just relax and you're gonna love it when it's in,” she said softly. Katy looked at her for a second, seeing her resolve, then bit her lip and dropped her head back heavily to the bed. Rihanna continued moving her hand, feeling Katy's tension as her pelvic muscles squeezed at her, her nerves obvious as she kept grasping at Rihanna's hand, slowing the movement.
“Just relax,” Rihanna advised, knowing she just had to get the Californian to calm down again and she'd slip her hand in before she knew about it. Katy took a deep breath and her pussy gave a very tight clench on Rihanna's hand, then she exhaled and relaxed, her pussy opening up again as it had been before, committing herself to accepting the attempted insertion. She didn't panic though, even as she felt a rush of excitement that Katy had essentially committed to going for it, taking her time to work at her lover and not rush things and catch her immediately, working her digits to relax Katy more and get her back into things. It was a good couple of minutes, during which Perry started grunting and rocking her hips, hands twisting in the bedding again as she got into things, almost seeming to forget about things, which is what Rihanna wanted, figuring it was best to catch her off guard for this first time.
Rihanna pulled her thumb back in readiness, just giving a couple more pushes of her hand, then folded her thumb into her palm and pushed it firmly into Katy. Her muscles gave a moment of resistance initially then let her in to the widest part of her hand where they restricted her once more, but she was on a mission now and Katy was dangerously wet, ripe for the taking. In a moment where time seemed to stretch, Rihanna narrowed her hand slightly and pressed harder, ramping up the pressure before Katy could react to it, before there was a stretching and her whole hand glided rapidly inside the American singer as she gave a deep, intense grunt and Rihanna's wrist was suddenly snugly engulfed by her hot vagina. Katy's muscles immediately clamped down harder than they had all night, gripping hard at her wrist, but it was too late by then as she already had her hand buried deep in the Californian.
“Fuck,” Katy growled throatily as she arched up from the bed, just letting her pussy clench down intently at Rihanna's invading hand as she tried to take in the sensations of everything, never having been filled up so fully. Rihanna just waited until Katy's body relaxed, her muscles giving a few more squeezes at her wrist as she relaxed again, her pussy loosening up once more. It was again a soft, silky playground for Rihanna, and she wasted no time in steadily but inexorably getting her hand moving, setting her fingers and starting to properly fist Katy, her arm stiff and purposeful as she worked her hand deep inside of Katy, pushing her thumb out to rub at her G-spot somewhat as she did. Katy only gave a couple of shifts and squeezes before giving an unmistakeable groan of pleasure, liking what Rihanna was bringing to her.
“Oh yeah that's it, just relax,” Rihanna purred, getting off on Katy enjoying it, loving introducing her girlfriend to something new. She just set to work then, moving her hand more briskly inside Katy, relishing the feel of her smooth, hot pussy around her, enveloping and squeezing at her, letting her thumb push back on the slightly rough area of her G-spot as Katy grunted and gasped beneath her, unable to contain herself at the immense stimulation she was receiving now even if she wanted to temper Rihanna's belief in its effect. Her hands twisted in the bed covers and her toes curled, resisting pulling her legs up as she was overwhelmed with sensation at her first ever fisting, Rihanna pumping her hand inside her quite hard now, simulating things in ways she'd never felt before and doing it in such a way that it wasn't too much, just enough to almost overwhelm her though and that drove her wild. Her orgasm was already building, she could feel it, and despite her clit not being touched she knew it was on its way.
“Fuck, Rihanna,” Katy breathed, writhing on the bed and pushing her hips into her impaling hand, digging her fingers into the bed now as she built up towards her climax. She'd never felt like this before, but knew that she would let Rihanna do this again without question. If it went too long, she'd have to ask her, such was the pleasure of this new sensation to her body, though she was sure Rihanna would know once this was all said and done. Rihanna sped up now, knowing Katy was close to orgasm, seeing her not only writhing on the bed before her but feeling the squeezes and wetness of her pussy. She knew she was close to climax so pressed on, her fist now almost pumping wetly inside her, rubbing at every sensitive area she could as much as possible to bring on the now inevitable orgasm. Katy gave a shudder and quickening breaths, becoming short and raspy before her pussy started clenching quickly in the last few seconds, telling Rihanna clearly what was coming. Well, that it was Katy.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...” Katy growled, almost not wanting to climax, both because she was somewhat embarrassed at an orgasm from the fisting she'd initially refused and because she wanted Rihanna to keep going. It was too late though, she was past the point of no return and felt the peak rushing up on her, her pussy clenching hard at Rihanna's wrist in the last few seconds before she exploded, silently impressed that the Bajan could actually keep going as she did. With a tight arch up and knees pulled back up she let out a wail of climax as she abruptly exploded, her pussy clenching so hard she was sure she'd break Rihanna's arm, stopping her moving finally as she orgasmed hard, really hard. She twisted and writhed on the bed, her head pushing back into the covers beneath her head as she drowned in her hair, tangling with her tongue as she rasped a sound of utter release and ecstasy with volume that would surely shake the walls.
With her pussy giving its initial, lasting clench, Rihanna had to pause a moment before Katy's muscles gave a flutter and then changed into rapid pulses, gripping her still but more softly, allowing her to move and briskly fist her again for a final few seconds, her hand and fingers stimulating every nerve ending and taking her all the way. After that few, tense seconds, Katy gave a shudder and heavy, desperate grunt, combined with squeezing her thighs together on Rihanna's invading arm.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” she gasped, reaching down to fumble at her arm at the same time, desperately overwhelmed in that moment. Rihanna stopped, not wanting to push things any further, knowing she had Katy now and would be able to fist her again in the future since this had been so successful. There was a couple of minutes where Katy, covered in a sheen of sweat and feeling the heat radiating from her, overwhelming her, gasped and gradually regained her breath while Rihanna just held still, relaxing her hand within her and realising how much it needed a rest, feeling tight and cramped at the effort she'd put in. With Katy recovering, Rihanna knelt up a little and started drawing her hand back, making the singer push up from the bed to look down, resting on her elbows as she watched her girlfriend extract her hand. She kept cool and relaxed, her pussy forgiving as Rihanna pulled back, and after a second of resistance again from Katy's muscles, she smoothly withdrew her hand as Katy gave a sigh of sensation at it, and concealed relief that she'd easily removed it.
“And that's fisting,” Rihanna said with a smile, looking up at Katy triumphantly.
“I love it,” Katy said with a defeated smile, before flopping back onto the bed as Rihanna dried her hand off.
“Good, it won't be the last time,” Rihanna said with a smile, standing up with stiff legs, pausing to stretch a moment and get movement back. Katy didn't reply, but silently hoped it wouldn't be after such a positive introduction to it. Wasting no time, Rihanna climbed onto the bed over Katy, energetically bouncing past her as she swiftly turned around to kneel over her.
“What are you doing,” Katy asked, reaching up to let her hands rub smoothly over Rihanna's toned legs as she positioned herself.
“Getting mine, it's pay back time,” Rihanna murmured, lowering her sweet ass and slick pussy expertly down towards Katy's mouth as she straddled her. Katy mumbled as she made contact, physically muffling her, before she lifted up a little again and was immediately greeted by Katy's tongue, the now-skilful muscle flicking out and instantly landing on her clit to make her sigh softly in pleasure.
“That's it,” she murmured, closing her eyes and rocking her hips slightly as the Californian started briskly tonguing at her button, working her just right.
“Mm yeah eat that pussy,” she said, just enjoying the sensations as the pop star got to work on her, flicking her tongue back and forth before she moved down to take longer strokes up the whole of her smoothly waxed pussy. Her tongue split the lips slightly as she drew up it, teasing her inner labia and taking in her thick, sweet juices as she worked back up to her clit each time, delving underneath the soft hood to put a slight circle of her tongue onto the delicate nub. Rihanna, already very horny, was now gasping, finding herself approaching orgasm quite rapidly.
“Damn you've got good at this,” Rihanna breathed, acknowledging the excellent work of Katy beneath her. Katy didn't pause to respond, simply continuing and then grasping Rihanna's thighs firmer as she pressed her face in hard and thrust her tongue as deep as possible inside her Bajan lover, making her inhale at the sensation of the strong, twisting tongue inside her as Katy thrust and worked it inside her several times, diving in and out, feeling Rihanna's muscles squeeze and grasp at her every time before she withdrew and lapped up her lips again, feeling the RnB singer's muscles tensing as she held her legs. After a few more hesitating licks, she delved in again and this time dragged her tongue firmly over Rihanna's tight asshole, making her squeeze in response as she did with a shuddering sigh of pleasure as she did, tempting Katy to do it more, loving how the tight ring clenched as she probed at it.
“Don't tease me bitch,” Rihanna said with a smile, loving what Katy was doing but not in the mood to play about right now. Katy smiled to herself and pulled down harder on Rihanna's thighs as she gave a final probe of her tongue and then refocused herself on the sweet pussy above her, immediately sinking her tongue deeply again and then working the lips with her own. Rihanna signed again in pleasure and rested her hand on Katy's pelvis, an intimate touch that belayed her trust as she worked at her. Going all out now, the American aggressively tongued at her clit, working intently through her soft hood, occasionally flicking underneath it as she attacked and applied herself to bring Rihanna to climax with complete confidence. She mused momentarily that it was such a change, her eating pussy so happily, but pushed it from her mind as she paid attention to what she was doing, ignoring the ache building in her tongue as she pushed it to the maximum to bring Rihanna pleasure.
“Fuck don't stop,” Rihanna breathed hurriedly as she felt a tremble of pre-orgasmic pleasure ripple through her, her climax approaching fast as Katy held on tight and worked her tongue over every soft fold she could. With her orgasm coming up quickly, Katy turned it up to eleven as she suddenly switched to just working on her clit, kissing and sucking at it, working her tongue up and down, side to side, around it and in a general flurry to offer every possible stimulation, which she knew Rihanna loved. As Rihanna gasped and dug her nails into Katy, she switched to hard, fast circling motions of her tongue around her clit, delivering maximum stimulation and bringing on the climax, Rihanna shuddering and twitching for a few seconds, grabbing short breaths, before she suddenly let out a wail of pleasure and ground down into Katy's mouth hard, marvelling at how great she had got at this as she came hard. Katy didn't stop, licking and kissing at her most intimate area as she shook and twisted over her, pinning her down to the bed through the groans and breaths of climax.
After a few seconds of utter pleasure, the orgasm faded and she was sensitive to Katy's excellent efforts, lifting herself up on shaky knees, balancing on a hand to get out the way, though Katy immediately stopped, reading the situation perfectly. Taking a couple of breaths, Rihanna carefully lifted her knee over Katy to get off and then collapsed on the bed beside her, feeling sexually satisfied and pretty exhausted now after everything.
“Fuck, that hit the spot,” Rihanna murmured, flopped on the bed the opposite way up to Katy. The Californian didn't reply but took her hand, squeezing it hard and then just holding it as they basked in their post-pleasure moment.
After a few minutes of lying together they stirred, moving to crawl tiredly back up the bed and slide properly into it, pushing their smooth legs beneath the light covers as they slipped in beside each other. Pulling close together, their arms drawing around one another, they shared a soft but intense kiss, their tongues gently playing before they settled into the pillows.
“We should come on holiday more often,” Rihanna said softly with a smile, gazing over Katy's beauty.
“Mmhm,” Katy murmured in reply, already dozing off.
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