Author's note: I've received a lot of requests for a continuation of my Katy Perry story and it seemed pretty natural to follow it up given how it ended.
I found some inspiration in reading what Katy Perry requires as part of her backstage rider and speculating as to what it could be used for.
I do not know Katy Perry. This story is a parody, a work of fiction, and should not be read by anyone under 18.
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My cock felt thick and sticky in my underpants, still wet with Katy's saliva, as I navigated the backstage area to the sound of her performing 'Firework' for her encore.
"God I hate this song..." I mumbled to myself and, when I realise what I'd said, hoped nobody had heard me. My concern seemed to be unfounded though, as all the roadies and assorted groupies looked to be conspicuously ignoring me, as if acknowledging my presence was something they'd been forbidden against.
When I reached Katy's dressing room I encountered the same over-muscled goon who'd given me the backstage pass the previous night. I felt like I should hug him or offer to buy him a drink given where it had led me, but I didn't get the chance as he immediately opened the door to the dressing room and wordlessly ushered me in.
The door slammed shut behind me, leaving me alone in a surprisingly spacious room draped in cream and soft pinks, a variety of coloured wigs lining the dressing tables.
There was a perspex coffee table in the centre of the space, with ornate French floor lamps and two cream-coloured egg chairs scattered around the edges, a full length wall mirror standing opposite the chairs.
The room was so densely decorated with hydrangeas and roses it felt like I was standing in a flower shop rather than waiting for the world's biggest pop star to come back and finish what she started by sucking my dick.
I heard the song come to a climactic conclusion, the band rumbling to a finish as the crowd roared in sated gratitude. My dick had already grown hard as I stood in baited-breath anticipation of Katy's return, each passing second feeling like an eternity.
Finally the door swung open and Katy entered the room. She had a bottle of vodka in one hand and she was eyeing me with a predator's gaze. She slammed the door shut and wasted no words, grabbing and kissing me with all her burning desire.
I lost myself in the softness of her lips, the rolling ocean of her tongue, and the sweet perfume of her skin. But Katy was clearly in no mood for romance.
"Get me out of this fucking dress." She ordered and I happily obeyed, searching out the zipper to the astoundingly tight dress she had been practically sewn into. It came off with no small effort, and when the dress finally hit the floor I was rewarded with a full view of Katy Perry's naked body.
She was everything I'd ever imagined her to be with full, luscious breasts; a tiny, toned waist; shapely thighs with long, golden legs and a pussy with a tidy black thatch that was already wet.
I didn't wait for approval. I took her in my arms and ran my mouth all over her, licking and kissing at her neck and chest, eagerly making my way down to plant my face between her breasts.
Before too long I was slurping on her perfect melons, flicking her nipples with my tongue and squeezing the bulk of her breasts in my hands. They were so soft and smooth and felt so heavy in my grip...
"Hey!" She said firmly, halting me mid-lick.
"Before was fun but that was just the appetiser. We're on my time now, and we're going to fuck how I like to fuck. Understood?"
"Uh...sure." I said, uncertain of where this was going.
"Good," she replied, taking a swig from the vodka bottle. "Now get naked and lie under the table."
"What?"
"You heard me," she said, breasts jiggling as she stared me down. "Don't make me repeat myself."
I had to admit, I was a bit thrown at seeing this side of her. Before she'd been kind of playful, like a co-conspirator. Now she was going full diva on me, like she was the master and I was the slave.
Given the way she looked though, with her raven black hair tussled around her perfect face, her sapphire eyes glinting dangerously, and her naked body glowing in the soft light of the dressing room, I didn't feel the need to object.
I shed my clothes to Katy's murmuring approval and slid beneath the table.
"Now what?" I asked.
"I'll show you what." Katy slurred, taking a final slug from the vodka bottle, finishing it off. She swung one leg over the table and I looked up at her in amazement, granted a view of her that not even her gynaecologist would be privy to.
I watched in wide-eyed wonder as she crouched above me, legs splayed wide as she began to work her fingers furiously in and out of her sticky cunt, drops of hot liquid dangling from her pussylips to splatter on the perspex surface of the coffee table.
"Holy fuck...!" I murmured to myself as I watched the platinum-selling superstar fuck herself just above my head.
All I wanted to do was reach up and touch her, to run a long lick straight up the centre of her swollen labia, but the table was keeping me at such an agonising distance from her that all I could do was lie back and enjoy the show.
"Nnn! Mmmm! O!" Katy grunted and murmured, frigging herself as she licked her sleek lips and bobbed to her own rhythm. With great difficulty, she fluttered her eyes open to look down at me, beads of sweat already collecting on her forehead.
"You like that? Hmm? You like the sight of me fingering myself? You like me playing with my cunt? Huh? Answer me!" She demanded, fingers knuckle deep in her twat.
"Fuck yes." I replied, my eyes never breaking from the sight of her pink mound and the fingers working tirelessly in it.
"Then jerk yourself off." She commanded, her middle finger slipping around her clit, making her jolt.
"What...?" I asked.
"You fucking heard me!" She said breathlessly, her brow furrowed, her blue eyes flashing with anger. "Put your hand on your dick and start fucking yourself!"
Though my cheeks burned with embarrassment, and though I did it with great hesitation, I reached down to start masturbating, my cock throbbing gratefully in my grip.
It didn't care about the humiliation I was feeling. All it cared about was the sight of Katy's pussy spread wide open, her sticky fingers delving in and out, her ample breasts rippling high above, the smell of her cunt sweat filling the room.
"That's it, you little bitch," Katy groaned, kneading her fingers in her juicy mound. "Fuck yourself. Watch me and fuck yourself...ahh! Ahhmm!hhahhh!"
I matched her speed, jerking myself off as quickly as she was frigging her clit. The liquid of her pleasure was starting to well up, the juices collecting on her smooth labia and drooling down her thighs. More and more spatters were flicking onto the perspex. All of it just added to my desire, and though it felt strange to be doing this, it also felt oddly exciting.
"You like my cunt, huh? You like watching me fuck it? Do
you
wanna fuck it? Hn? Tell me! Nnhh! D'you wanna fuck my sweet little cunt, you prick?"
Through all the abuse I registered only the one pertinent question that had been posed to me and answered immediately.
"Yes! Yes, I want to fuck you!"
"How much?" Katy demanded.
"Like nobody else I've ever wanted before! I want to be so fucking deep inside you you'll taste my cock in the back of your throat!"
I've never been very good at dirty talk but what I said seemed to work. Katy squealed with excitement at my words, planting her ass on the coffee table as her legs gave out beneath her. Her pussy was like a wet sponge on the plastic, oozing a puddle that I wanted to lick up and spoon-feed to her.
"I'm...I'm!...Mmmnnaaahh!!!" Katy wailed, the 'Jesus' tattoo on her wrist a blur as she jackhammered herself to bliss. With her eyes screwed shut and her teeth clenched tight, Katy screamed as she started to cum.
"Fuh!!Fuh!!Fuh!!!!Hhhhqqqqccckkk!!!!" She cried as her pussy exploded beneath her, a thick rivulet of juice gushing from her to splatter all over the table. It was like standing inside a house and watching someone wash a window, her cunt juices running down the slick surface like rain.
Who knew Katy Perry was a squirter?
"Oh fuck!" She panted. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Ohhh Gggod!"
She allowed herself a moment to collect her breath, her chest rising and falling as she rubbed languidly at her pussy. Finally, she opened her eyes to look down at me.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked. "Get up here and fuck me already."
I almost broke the leg off the coffee table as I struggled out from beneath it as fast as I could.
Katy, sitting on the coffee table, spun around to face me as I pulled myself up. Rushing to position myself between her legs, I was stopped short by her small, bare foot pressing firmly on my chest.
"Not so fast..." She chided me, running her foot up along my torso, her toes wiggling at my chin. I looked deep into her sparkling blue eyes, her long thick lashes fluttering, as I took hold of her leg. With one hand I gripped and stroked her silky thigh while with the other I clutched her tiny ankle, her strawberry tattoo smiling at me.
Never breaking eye contact with her, I popped her dainty toes between my lips and suckled them, running my tongue across the glossy enamel of her painted nails, darting it between her digits and making her wriggle.
Taking one long lick from her rosy heel up along the arch and ball of her foot, I sucked at her pinky toe. Katy murmured and squirmed, her thighs shifting further apart. Seeing my opportunity, I pushed her leg to the side and slid up closer to her.
Her ass squeaked in the puddle of her own juices as she shifted her thighs, allowing me in between them. I could feel the heat pulsing from her dripping slit as my bare chest pressed up against her breasts, tickling her nipples and making her purr.
