Note- As far as I know Katy Perry is not married and does not live in England. This is pure fiction and never happened.
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Katy Perry always loved Halloween. It was a fun holiday unlike some others, and like most girls she loved to dress up. This year would be her first as hostess in her new title of Marchioness. She had decided she would go as a sexy schoolgirl and had spent an afternoon browsing websites for the perfect costume. Now her hair was growing out, she wanted something show off her flirty side.
She particularly liked the cutesy white puff sleeve top that finished on her upper waist. It had a deep V neck to show her bosom, and a front tie that simply begged to be undone. A high waist, pleated mini skirt in navy that ended high up on her thighs, came with blue suspenders that sat on her shoulders. Matched with a pair of white knee socks and black heels her outfit was complete. She would be every inch a naughty girl who needed detention, or indeed a spanking. Roll on Halloween!
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Well settled in her new home in rural Kent, Katy stood at the doors that led to the dining hall and greeted all tonight's guests. Beside her was Henry, Marquess of Crumpet, her spouse, who was resplendent in his costume of King. A crown topped his greying head, and he wore a red crushed velvet robe that reached the floor. The domestic staff had spent all day putting up hanging decorations of bats, lanterns with witch hats, and fake spiders. The large dining table has been removed and various scary props like skeletons and tombstones were here and there.
"This is just like back home." Gushed Katy recalling her youth in California.
The staff were also in costume, as was Katy's want, and the butler and valet strolled around serving punch in round bowl glasses. Most of the guests were unknown to Katy, but they all had turned up in high spirits and splendid costumes. One young man caught her eye who was in a fireman's uniform. Well, he had a yellow helmet and dark blue trousers with suspenders over his broad shoulders, but was otherwise bare chested.
"I bet he works out."
The mans ripped, muscular upper body was a treat for Katy's eyes, his hairless torso looked as hard as rock, and had an eight pack to die for.
"Do you know that man, Pumpy?" She spoke to her husband, referring to him by her pet name for him.
"The chap in the fireman outfit? That will be Viscount Roderick. Fit chap isn't he? Fancy him do you my pussycat?"
The newlyweds had an open marriage, and the eighty year old was not averse to letting Katy Perry have fun whenever she chose. Just so long as she stayed loyal to the doddery old boy.
"He looks too young though."
"It's all in the family my dear. He's the heir apparent to a fortune."
Just then Emma Watson entered the room and every male head turned her way. She had chosen the iconic Princess Leia slave costume from Star Wars and she looked ravishing in the hottest ever science fiction outfit.
"Can you feel the force?" Said Emma who gave a big twirl proudly.
She had a leather look bra top in a copper colour, with a strap tie around her exquisite neck, Her slender figure was bare to the top of her hipbone where she sported a low slung golden belt, which left her gorgeous abdomen for all to see. A velvet burgundy skirt, fell down the front to the floor between her legs and was open on each side. On her feet were a pair of gold strappy sandals with skyscraper heels and bejewelled fronts.
"Very nice babe, how do I look?"
"You can copy my homework any time!" Answered Emma. "Any hunky men here tonight?"
"Go ahead and mingle, I think you may be in for a treat."
The women took a drink and walked around the crowded room with many ingenious costumes. Besides the Viscount, Katy especially admired one tall man in a Roman toga, and another tasty hunk as a 1920's gangster. Emma quite liked the look of a man dressed like Clint Eastwood with a multi coloured serape and a cheroot in the corner of his mouth. A sombrero was sat on his head so that his features were hidden.
"Nice ass." She thought as she fingered her side ponytail in her fingers seductively.
There was no doubt that Katy and Emma had insane sexual appetites and were horny little minxes. During the last year Emma had been studying the enhancement of female sexual pleasure, and Katy had a certainly dull sex life with the octogenarian Marquess. Now she had quit the music business and settled in England, sexual adventure and fulfilment was on her mind twenty four seven.
"Oh, he's cute."
Katy neared a tall man in a schoolboy costume. The deliberate small size of his grey blazer and knee high short trousers made him appear even taller than he was. His eyes were ocean blue as he looked at Katy in her cock stiffening naughty school girl outfit, and his rugged jaw clenched. Teasing him she positioned herself so that her back was to him and slowly bent to pick at an imaginary piece of fluff on her shoe.
"There now, that's better."
Without having to turn she knew that his mouth must be gaping as he eyed her panty less nether region. She felt the delicious feel of air on her skin of her bare buttocks, and the very real threat of her vaginal moistness traveling down her pouty, smooth labia. As she half turned she espied his long log of a cock down the left side of his shorts and smiled to herself.
"I need another drink."
Katy left the overgrown schoolboy wanting as she tottered over to the punchbowl by the window. It was almost empty. She looked about the dining room for either the butler or the valet.
"Now where is master Bates?"
Katy left the room and walked down the stone stairs to the kitchen area. Just before the main kitchen, she stopped by a tiny alcove where she overheard giggling and groaning. She peeped around the corner to see the virile valet fucking the housemaid, Alice. He was in a blue police costume and his trousers were around his ankles as he hammered into the cunt of the girl bent at the waist.
"Here they go again."
In a cute red riding outfit, her head covered in a hood and her skirt hoisted over her back, the young maid was impaled on his stiff rod, moaning to her hearts content. With his hands on her waist he moved in and out of her at speed, lewd slapping noises abounded from their ripe and tender bodies. Occasionally he smacked her on the bum and left a red hand print on her cheeks.
"Oh, my, do that again."
Katy's hand went under her short skirt, as her own excitement heightened. She stood with her legs apart using her left hand on the wall for balance, and rubbed a finger across her puckered asshole. A tiny humming escaped her tightly closed lips as a rush of pleasure ran up her spine. The combined moaning of the rutting couple urged Katy on to insert two fingers inside her damp cunt, quickly coating them with her juices.
"Fuck me puppy, fuck me!" Screamed the maid.
Bates was down to his vinegar strokes as he hammered red riding hood hard. Katy's loins were on fire, wishing it were her getting royally fucked and not the young filly in front of her. Her hand went faster and faster and her entire body flushed with a guilty warmth from her arousal. Then Bates cried out and pumped the girl with several pelvic thrusts as he came. Thoughtfully he had chosen to wear a condom so as not to mess up their costumes.
"Shit! I got to go and replenish the punchbowl."
Alice lowered her skirt and joined her lover as he headed to the kitchen. Katy made a frustrated puppy sound as her entrainment finished, her pussy awash with her fluids. I'll go find Emma, she thought, I must tell her how horny I am.
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There was no sign of Princess Leia in the main party and Katy wondered if Emma had wandered upstairs. The hostess had made it clear that upstairs was out of bounds to all guests, but had neglected to inform the young English actress when she had arrived. Sure enough at the farthest end of the hallway, in one of the guest rooms, Katy heard noise. As quiet as a mouse, Katy sidled up to the open door and the noise grew louder.
"Yes, yes, yes," came the throaty cries of the petite girl.
The bedroom was filled with the respective groans of two people in the midst of passionate love making. Katy peeked in to view two writhing bodies glistening with perspiration. The man who had chosen to wear a toga was on top of Emma who had her legs open and bent at the knee, her heels dug into the sheets, His toga was up at the top of his hairy butt as he pummelled the pussy of the adorable brunette.
"Lucky bitch!" Thought a jealous Katy as the virile man fucked her brains out, every ounce of his energy bent on ramming his stiff cock into the willing minx.
Sweat had formed a trickle down the crevice of his taut butt as his supple, athletic body humped up and down between the spread legs of Emma Watson. He leaned further forward, his weight mashing her medium sized tits against his hairy chest. Her arms were around his neck and her face was buried in his toga at his shoulder as his ass became a blur. Katy could see his balls under his groin jiggle with his exertion as his pole drove in deep over and over in superb fluid motions. Emma for her part brought her slender pins up and hugged his waist with her heels bouncing on his lower back. Her diminutive frame was bounced up and down as the stud banged her senseless.
"My word!" Uttered Katy, her hand going to the tie at the front of her blouse and undoing the little knot.
Her natural breasts flopped out, full and rounded and she cupped them both, keeping a keen eye on the two lovers. Emma wailed in an almost continuous cry of pleasure as she was slammed into with such deep strokes that her pussy was stretched to the limit. In her ecstasy her hands groped his body everywhere, his biceps, waist and taut butt.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" She cried over the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. Then Emma was flipped around and plonked onto of the lap of toga man. Now Katy saw that her bra had been removed and her long velvet skirt was rucked up about her trim waist at the belt.
"Nice ass, babe."
Emma rained kisses on the hairy chest of toga man, then moved south down his abdomen. Katy could clearly make out the shiny six incher propped up on the mans belly.
"Ride my cock." He demanded.
Emma slid her snatch over his hard shaft and let her slick pussy swallow him up. She sent him crazy as her hips did a circular grind on his entire length, sending a sensuous friction through their genitalia. Desperate to fuck her held her by the hips and moved her in an up and down motion, literally masturbating his cock with her slender frame.
"Ride that cock, babe." Thought Katy as well, her fingers dancing on her clit.
Emma arched her narrow back more and more as she moved her sweet pussy on his rigid pole frantically, his hairy ball sack slapping her peach of an ass. The thick shaft opened her drooling cunt wide, and she enjoyed a wonderful tingling as her clitoris was stimulated by his thrusting up at her. As he humped up with more urgency she knew he was nearing his orgasm. She paused her grinding with his balls snuggled in her ass crack and panted hard. Toga man shook several times as he came and when his body relaxed Princess Leia rolled off. Katy panted as well, hidden in the shadows, as she noticed the man had worn a condom.
"Goodnight your Lordship." Emma laid on her back as the man adjusted his costume and slipped from the room discreetly.
Katy waited a moment and smoothed out her schoolgirl dress, leaving her heavy tits out.
"Wait, he's a Lord too!" She entered the bedroom and strode over to the bed.
"Sweetie, you better start to realise just who you married. EVERYONE Henry knows is either landed gentry or royalty, 'Lady Katy.'"
"I guess, was he good?" Katy sat on the edge and crossed her lithe legs.
"Er, he didn't get me off, but he was fun."