No, You Can't (Celebrity Story)

            “This is my room…” Katy smiled, offering her date a soft and subtle wink as she fished into her purse and retrieved her hotel room key. Turning around, she pushed her bum out a little, grinding it accidentally against his crotch as she scanned herself into the room. Pushing through the door, she felt his hands on her hips, his hardened cock pressing firmly against her bum as they sidled into the room, his lips on her neck, “Hold on there big boy… Do you just think that you can take Katy Perry out on one date and get to score?”

            “What else are we gonna do in a hotel room?” the man said rather dogmatically as she pushed him backwards onto the bed. Katy strode over to her wardrobe and flung it open, revealing a myriad of sexy dresses and tight skimpy outfits, none of which she had any intention of wearing, but instead she wanted to flaunt as she undressed. She slid her bag into the wardrobe, before kicking off her high heels. Grabbing the bottom of her tight dress, she with one swift movement, pulled the entire garment up and over her body, revealing herself to be wearing no underwear at all. She flaunted her plump and fully formed arse, each cheek bouncing as she hung the dress back up. Turning around, her soft pillowy breasts bounced into her date’s view, giving him a good look at her busty chest. Her neatly shaven pussy winked from between her thighs, her curvaceous figure decidedly sumptuous to look at.

            “Well, I have a very strict selection process… Very strict indeed. Not everyone just gets to spread the biggest pop star in the world’s legs and hump at her for thirty seconds,” Katy smirked clambering onto the bed and slowly stripping the man down. Pulling his shirt off, she began to unbuckle his belt and pull his trousers down and off his feet, leaving him in only his boxers. Quickly tugging them away, she revealed his thick and throbbing cock, the egotistical popstar pleasantly surprised of the meatiness of his cock, “So, if you want to fuck me, I have to know you can last. So, I’m going to jerk you off for as long as I want to be fucked. And If you cum to early… well… no second chances from me…”

            Before her could reply, she silenced him, her hand grasping the base of his cock and slowly, but steadily, jerking him up and down. Propping herself up beside him, she reached into the drawer beside her bed and grabbed a bottle of oil, squeezing some into her hand before working it into his cock, biting her lip as she did so. She was a bit of a diva, but she’d be damned if his cock was a decent cock. It was thick and long. But from exhaustive experience, she found out that size doesn’t matter. Stamina does. The smallest of cocks can be pleasurable if they are hammering into you for hours on end. Jerking him at a nice and pleasurable pace, she watched as beads of pre-cum bulged from his tip rolling down into her palm and mixing with the oil, creating a slippery, pleasurable handjob.

            Confident in his own abilities, the man lowered a hand to her breasts, gently fondling them, even going so far as to coat his hand in oil and gently begin to massage her tits, bringing them to a glorious oily sheen. Her nipples grew hard and she moaned softly to herself as she pumped up and down his cock, her other hand fondling his balls. Every now and then she’d run the tip of her thumb across his head, the intense pleasure making him moan loudly as he gazed at her lustfully, dutifully waiting for the moment she decided that she would let him fuck her. He could imagine pounding the slut’s tight little pussy again and again, her glistening wet folds being the perfectly slick pocket of sumptuous and glossy flesh. He’d be a hero for scoring with pop’s biggest slut.

            The minutes ticked by and Katy showed no signs of stopping, to the extent that the man had to glance at the clock. Fifteen solid minutes of her slippery jerking. Surely, that would suffice. He hadn’t met a girl who wasn’t happy with fifteen solid minutes of fucking. She could see the panic on his eyes and feel his trepidation in his cock. There were the familiar beginnings of a twitch spasming in his cock, his balls beginning to tighten. He was getting closer and closer. Not stopping, she sped up, the wet oily slaps of her hand filling the room, following by the man’s rapidly growing breath. His deep and steady breaths started to become a little heavier as she relished the way he squirmed.

            Twenty minutes and he was on the edge. He went from alright to not alright in a few minutes and now he could feel the pleasure building in his cock. His face began to grow redder as he focussed on not trying to cum, Katy biting her lip and watching the sight with glee. Her pussy was growing wetter and wetter as she watched, her body being titillated by the deprivation she was inflicting. He gritted his teeth at the twenty-five-minute mark, Katy taking it a step further and dribbling a mouthful of saliva from between her lips, quickly working it into his cock. She slowed her pace down for a few seconds, the man relaxing ever so slightly, thinking that he had passed her assessment. Only she quickly leapt back into it. Thirty minutes of steady jerking and she showed no signs of stopping, so much so that the man pleaded meekly, “Can I please cum?”

            “No, you can’t,” she replied, those sultry and commanding words ultimately being his undoing. Groaning loudly, he gave in, his cock twitching and spasming, sending rope after rope of cum up and over her hands. Sighing in disdain, she pulled her hand away and didn’t indulge in milking him dry, letting his cock twitch itself to completion. Wiping her hand, she collected up his clothes and chucked them out of her hotel room. He lay breathless for a moment before looking up at her. She grabbed his hand and hoisted him up, not saying a word as she pushed him, naked, into the hallways. Closing the door behind herself. Walking over to her wardrobe, she opened it and rifled through her dresses, pulling them apart to reveal her prized possession. She took her dildo from it’s place, a heavy black twelve-inch monster, and purred to herself, “You’ll do…”