Note- This tall tale is inspired by, but not actually about anyone I know. It's pure fiction.
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Katy Perry awoke late in the morning, her arms around a fluffy pillow. As it was Summertime the large fire was unlit and only a single sheet covered her sexy body. Henry, playfully referred to as Pumpy by his new bride, in actual fact The Marquess of Crumpet, had already risen. Wallowing in the king sized bed the former pop Queen rubbed her thighs together as she rolled over onto her back. Naked as the day she was born, she closed her eyes again and her left hand found its way past her flat stomach to her shaven snatch.
"Golly, I'm so horny."
Totally relaxed and still half asleep, the blonde stroked her bald pussy from the top down over and over as she kicked the sheet away. Her left hand caressed her big boob as the middle finger of her right delved inside her wetted slot. Her legs raised up at the knee and she planted the soles of her feet on the soft mattress as she bit her lower lip. She concentrated on rubbing the outer labia with an anti clockwise motion, then moved deeper into her pink inner.
"Morning, Milady, you asked for an eleven o'clock wake up call."
The housemaid, Alice, knocked lightly on the bedroom door and entered, her eyes staring at the masturbating woman.
"UH, HUH!" Muttered Katy, almost oblivious to the intrusion.
Her head was back in the pillow as she now used both hands to massage her quim to a satisfactory climax. As her arousal reached its height her whole body trembled, her face turned crimson. The curly haired maid looked on with a shameless arousal, having already had the pleasure of making out the thirty year old American once before. Another minute passed by in silence until Katy moaned loudly and her orgasm washed over her.
"What a divine way to wake up." She mewed.
Katy sat up, her big tits hung full and heavy on her chest.
"Morning Alice, would you be a dear and choose something appropriate for me to wear to the stables."
"Of course."
The wardrobe was beside the en suite bathroom, and as Katy excused herself to go shower, Alice busied herself with picking out an outfit. Katy had been married a month to the elderly Marquess and she was still getting to know the domestic staff and surroundings. Just at the back of the impressive mansion there were stables and horses, and Katy intended to visit this very morning.
"Nice choice Alice."
The refreshed and still nude Katy emerged from the bathroom and looked down at the outfit neatly laid out on the bed. Alice ogled her peaches and cream complexion jealously, and especially the woman's bottom, perfectly bisected into two exactly equal halves.
"So, you've never met Greg?" Said the maid as she made the bed.
"No, who's that?"
"Mister Peckery is the stable hand, he feeds the horses, grooms them and cleans the equipment."
Katy dressed as she listened. A beige pair of slim fit breeches of Schoeller fabric came up high to her waist, figure hugging but also flexible. The push up affect at her back enhanced her delightful derriere to stunning effect. Declining to don a blouse, Katy pulled on the show jacket with leather trim and collar, three buttons down the front kept her 32D sized boobs in check.
"Let me help you with the boots." Said Alice.
Katy sat on the chair beside the bed and presented her dainty feet, and a pair of black leather boots were hoisted up to knee high. Once she was ready the Marchioness went downstairs and took a light breakfast of coffee, juice and scrambled eggs. She did her face and slipped out back to the stables, a brimmed matte helmet plonked on top of her short platinum blonde hair. On the way she saw Staines and Parts toiling away in the afternoon sun and gave them a wave. Her eyes lingered on Parts, his cute butt was simply adorable she thought.
"Here we are."
The smell of the animals and liniment assailed her nostrils as she went inside and looked around. Two horses, geldings, watched her from their stalls, one grey and one a chestnut brown. The floor was covered with straw and the wooden ceiling beams creaked above her. In the corner by some bales of hay a tall black man whistled happily as he stacked them with a fork.
"Hi there, I'm the new Marchioness." She said demurely.
Despite her flat heeled boots, Katy stood an impressive five feet eight, but this man towered over her as she stood. Bare chested, he was muscular and shiny with perspiration, his shaven head round on a bull neck. His brown trousers were grimy and creased, and his riding boots were smeared with dirt. He turned and looked at her, his back ramrod straight, a typical demeanour of someone who had served in the military.
"Right, Katy Perry, yeah, I heard of you. Or should I say my Lady." He swiped his face with the back of his hand.
"And you are Peckery, right?"
"Right, Gregory Peckery, you can call me Greg though."
This is insane thought Katy! Gregory Peckery! No fucking way! These Brits sure had some stupid names. As she looked his fit frame over with an undisguised leer, he in turn scrutinised her well curved ass in the tight breeches. Her heart quickened as she stood mute before this Adonis, her sexual desire piqued by his virile physique. She had lusted after black men in her past but had never partaken in interracial sex.
"Do you work alone?" She said with a lump in her throat.
"Nigh on five years now, the nags and me seem to get along."
At that moment Katy felt her mobile phone vibrate in her jacket pocket and she answered it in hushed tones. When she hung up the stable hand was stretching up with both arms above his head and the young American stared at his bare, ebony torso.
"Do you ride?"
His voice brought her back from her daydreaming.
"Excuse me! Do I what?" She was taken aback by his brazen question.
"Horses, do you ride horses?"
He turned to face her and rubbed his palms together.
"Oh! I see! I thought you meant do I like to ride, er, that is...oh my goodness."
Katy felt like a silly teenager when she realised he hadn't asked her about preferred sex positions. In fact she would LOVE to ride his stiff cock anytime. She was becoming decidedly attracted to the gorgeous hunk. His manly odour wafted to her when he came and stood beside her.
"Well?" He said close to her ear, her Chanel clogging his nostrils.
"Well, what?"
"Shall I saddle up a horse?"
It had been five days since Katy had enjoyed any decent sexual activity, not since the two grounds men had taken her in the little gazebo. She didn't count poor old Pumpy who always wheezed his way through a missionary fuck after a good whiff from his oxygen canister. A creature of the flesh, Katy Perry craved this man desperately and placed her hand on his chiselled chest.
"If there are any stallions in the house raise their hand."
"How about I raise these buns instead."
With that remark he grabbed her firm ass cheeks in his big hands and kneaded them gently, his powerful granite chest against her jutting boobs. As her arms came around his back his dark, smooth skin under her fingertips drove her crazy.
"Its like you were carved from rock." She mused.
Greg shifted his hands from her shoulders to her front, pawing at the prominent mounds under the show jacket. He undid the top button and slid his right hand inside and made contact with her left boob. Katy bit her lip as his huge mitt fondled her firm tit, teasing the hard nipple with finger and thumb. His other hand moved between her parted thighs and cupped her mound through the tight crotch of her beige breeches.
"You like that, my Lady?"
"Very much so, yeah. Please do continue."
He paused for thought and picked up a twelve inch riding crop. Testing it with a couple of swishes he bowed it and began to ride it under her nether regions. Katy put her fist in her mouth to stifle a cry of passion as the fine crop rubbed her pussy through the soft fabric.
The dark skinned ex soldier pushed his hand down the front of her waistband, searching for her hot snatch. Once he struck gold he was not surprised to discover her wetness and he managed to curl his index finger and prise her petals open. She groaned with eyes tight shut as she welcomed his delicate probing shifting her butt on the bale of hay.
"So lovely." She cooed, as he abandoned her breast and used both hands to draw her breeches down her shapely thighs.
The pants rested at the top of her knee high boots and the tall hunk stroked her hips and ass cheeks, sending a shiver of a thrill through the wanton vixen. He grinned when he found out she was pantie less.
"You next."
Greg stood up without question and unzipped his trousers and yanked them off over his boots, together with his boxers. Katy whipped her breeches off and shed her jacket, unveiling her stupendous full tits and shaven quim. In just boots and helmet she should have looked ridiculous, but in fact she appeared ravishing and sexy.
"Beautiful." He said as he eyed her voluptuous figure, the rosy tipped boobs pointing his way.
Likewise Katy let her eyes study his sculpted frame, smooth ample chest, and hairless groin and narrow hips. Dark nipples stood out proud from his defined pectorals.
"What's up Milady?' He said, chin up and bulging arms crossed.
"Besides your big fucking cock you mean?" Her lashes fluttered over her big blue eyes.
True enough the horses in the stables may have harboured some jealousy at the mans large organ, at least nine inches of erect meat. As black as pitch with a pink head, the beast of a member jutted out from his body at a forty five degree angle. Katy gulped and felt the blood rush in her ears, and a distinct trickle of natural lubricant in her pussy.
