Note- Needless to say this this is purely fictional and has no basis in real life whatsoever.
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"Are you kidding me? After your behaviour last year? Absolutely no way!"
Kaley Cuoco stared aghast at her I-phone for several seconds before continuing her conversation.
She had called Katy Perry on a gloriously sunny California morning in a state of excitement inviting the pop Queen on a trip to England in the Summer.
"But sweetie, it'll be so much fun. Emma's up for it."
The successful television actress referred to Emma Watson, the young English movie star, currently filming on location in London. In June of 2017, all three had attended one of the biggest days in the British social and sporting calendars. Royal Ascot in rural Berkshire was the famous venue for the thoroughbred horse racing events over a five day period. Situated only six miles from Windsor Castle, the residence of Her Majesty the Queen, it attracted many wealthy visitors and Royalty. The previous year had seen £6,500,000 given out in prize money over the five days.
Most popular was known as 'Ladies Day' which saw the owners and riders compete for the Gold Cup, a two mile long race open to horses aged four years or older. The Queen herself normally attended and would arrive in style in a horse drawn carriage. Women of all ages converted the enclosures into a sea of colour with the brightest and most flamboyant of outfits. Not to mention the biggest, boldest and outlandish of hats.
Emma Watson had managed to acquire tickets for the Royal Enclosure, the hardest of the four enclosures to get into. Having made the acquaintance of Katy Perry that year she invited her to accompany her, and in turn Katy had gotten Kaley Cuoco on board too.
"I was SO embarrassed, I mean I wanted the ground to swallow me up. You were totally out of order!"
Katy still shrieked down the phone as she recalled that day at the races. The three women had spent an entire day beforehand picking out their attire, and all three were highly delighted at their choices. Emma had explained to the American women how it was a glamorous affair and bold summer dresses and towering heels were the order of the day. Although thundery showers were forecast the mood was anything but stormy.
"Check this out girls."
Emma almost gagged at the sight of Katy Perry in a Union Flag, Stars and Stripes PVC mini dress. True, it showed off her amazing curvy figure superbly, tight in all the right places with a daring plunging neckline that left nothing to the imagination. The saucy singer wore a pair of fire truck red six inch heels that matched her scarlet lip gloss and which elevated her already tall frame. On top of her pixie cut platinum hair she proudly wore a giant pink rose hat that resembled a flower trying to consume her head.
"I call it petal power."
"I call it questionable," quipped Kaley.
The blonde looked astounding in a bold cleavage baring silver sequin dress that met the ground. The dramatic neckline, if indeed you could call it that, scooped right down to her tightly cinched waistband that was guaranteed to turn every male head. Newly permed, she wore her blonde curls in relaxed and loose waves that framed her pretty face. Never one for wearing hats but understanding it was a requirement, Kaley chose a delicate fascinator hat in white that sat on the left side of her head.
"Yeah, you need to pick out another dress, entrance to the Royal Enclosure stipulates dresses must be knee length or longer."
Emma spoke to Katy in a firm voice and indicated with her index finger for her to try again. Royal Ascot was synonymous with sartorial elegance, and had a strict dress code for women and men. The petite English girl herself looked stylish in a white cotton blend midi dress with long sleeves, high neck, a nipped waist and tiered swishy skirt. A white bespoke hat sat perfectly over her forehead and her long hair hung loose down her back. On her tiny feet she wore a pair of white Jimmy Choo high heeled pumps.
"You English are so stuffy, " pouted Katy and turned on her heels back to the fitting room.
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Next day the three of them arrived in a hired car and quickly made their way to the Royal Enclosure. Over a hundred years old it offered stunning views of the racing as well as a host of fine dining and bars. The large open space was teaming with the well off and landed gentry, all enjoying the idyllic gardens that led to the famous grandstand. The atmosphere was vibrant and live music could be heard from the bandstand behind the food stalls. Kaley made straight for the nearest bar and ordered three glasses of champagne.
"Better?"
"Much." Nodded Emma as she looked at Katy.
Katy did a full spin and showed off her red velvet sweet sixteen ball gown dress. Strapless and with a sweetheart neckline the dress came to a respectable knee length. She kept the same red heels as before and on her head she had a scarlet pill box hat complete with a veil.
"Lets go and watch the first race." Said Kaley, a big lover of horses and riding, she hurried off closely followed by her friends.
They made their way through the throng of people and enjoyed a thrilling race that required a photo finish. More champagne was consumed and Emma became a tad worried at how quickly Kaley was becoming inebriated.
"Look at all these guys all dressed up in their morning suits and top hats. Wow check this guy out!"
Kaley rudely pointed a finger right at a tall, distinguished man of about thirty in grey morning dress and waistcoat, his grey top hat firmly on his head. Strikingly handsome he sported a rugged Bandholz beard style.
"Hey sweetie! How's it hanging?" Kaley yelled out laughing.
"Cool it down, you'll get us all ejected!" Emma scowled at the blonde.
"Tish and pish, what twaddle." Kaley drunkenly attempted an English accent.
Another smart young blue eyed man walked by them with a straight back and an umbrella on his arm.
"Hey sexy! Can I stand under your umbrella, ella, ella!" Kaley blew the man a kiss and leered unashamedly at his bottom.
"I'd jump his bones on a rainy day. So cute."
Emma looked at Katy who rolled her eyes.
"I think we should have eaten first, she can't hold her booze on an empty stomach."
Katy agreed as the wobbling blonde took another large swig of bubbly, her alcohol tolerance was notoriously low.
"Come along, lets go find a seat."
Emma steered the three of them to a quieter section of the grandstand where they laid Kaley down on a soft seat.
"Alright then, just five minutes while I get catch my breath," slurred the half lidded actress.
"Hey, it's nearly time for the Gold Cup race."
Katy and Emma rushed off arm in arm to watch the days big race, along with thousands of other spectators. Kaley rolled around on her side oblivious until a while later she heard a colossal roar.
"Where the fuck am I?" She wondered as she sat up and adjusted her white hat with a shaky hand.
Following the noise she arrived at the winners enclosure and prize ring. She saw what appeared to be the winning jockey celebrating on his tired looking horse with his jubilant owner and aides. Kaley tottered on her silver heels after them and found herself near the riders locker rooms. The winner of the Gold Cup was weighed as per regulations and then the diminutive man in the silks went alone to change. Eager for just a few moments to reflect, the jockey was surprised to see a stunning blonde in a revealing silver dress.
"Are you lost, darling?"
Kaley looked up from the wooden bench and raised her glass to salute the winner. His clear blue eyes sparkled at her as she scrutinised his riding silks of gold and lime. He took off his cap and laid his whip on the seat and sat beside her. Barely five feet two he was quite tiny compared to the blonde in her heels.
"Is that the Gold Cup?" Kaley screwed her eyes up and looked at the prize by his boots.
"Certainly is, I won by two furlongs."
He smiled with pearly white teeth and Kaley kissed him hard.
"Congrat...cong...er, well done." Kaley slurred and kissed him again. "Here, drink up."
She tipped the remains of her drink into the prized cup and he laughed at her boldness.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"Michael." He spoke with an accent as he ogled her firm and rounded globes that threatened to spill out of her silver dress.
"Are you Irish? Great! I never did have an Irishman before."
Her eyes went to his crotch and was pleased to see an impressive log down his breeches. Michael gulped as he did his best to hide his stiffening cock.
"I love a man in breeches and boots, here, let me give you an extra prize for being the winner."
In a trice Kaley tugged his pants down to his ankles and grinned from ear to ear at his whopper of an erection, at least eight inches all told.
"Fuck, you're going to make your horse jealous big boy."
Kaley held up the thick organ and nodded approvingly.
"I'd like to suck your cock, would you like that?"
"Do bears shit in the woods?" He replied.
Kaley frowned as she stroked his shaft up and down with her right hand.
"Er, not sure. Hey!" She looked from left to right with her left forefinger to her lips. "I've had a little to drink, don't tell anyone. Shush!"
Michael shifted on the bench as Kaley knelt down in front of him and clutched his rock hard cock in her hot palm. Then she bent toward his bared groin, opened her mouth and snaked her pink tongue to lick his flared tip. His eyes grew big as the long haired American engulfed his knob then slid down all the way until her nose nestled in his pubes.
"Amazing!" He uttered as the heat from her mouth sent tingles along his length.
Kaley paused before grabbing his upper thighs and blowing him hands free. Her head went back and forth as all of his eight inches of meat was sucked in way down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his pulsating cock as she jerked her head from side to side making the rider gasp loudly.
