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Katy Perry’s Ass Man Sex Story

On Aug. 13, 2012, I was enjoying a nice day at the Raging Waters water park in San Dimas, California. In fact, I enjoyed it so much I got waterlogged after a while, and decided to walk around for a bit. I took my cell phone with me to check the time and take pictures of the scenery — before knowing what kind of scenery was out there.

It was by luck that I got my phone out before I saw a growing crowd. It was by luck that I got there in time to see a celebrity riding the boogie boards. It was by even greater luck that it was Katy Perry in skimpy bottoms — or maybe her proportions just made them look skimpy.

In any case, I had my phone out and ready to take her picture — at the luckiest time imaginable.

It didn’t seem lucky when a wave knocked her off her board and out of view. But I was still ready to take her picture as soon as she emerged. And emerge she did, with her entire rear end exposed for a whole second — long enough to take a picture of it.

Other than doing that, I could only react in shock, amusement and a few other things. It did stop me from savoring her exposed backside while it was in front of me, however. So when my astonishment wore off, I left the crowd to….examine my picture.

The bathroom probably wasn’t private enough — and there was no guarantee I’d find available stalls for long enough. So I settled for a relatively empty corner of the park, where I could look over my phone and its content couldn’t be detected by prying eyes.

After making sure I wasn’t being watched closely, I turned my back from everyone and discreetly pulled up my new picture. And despite being stunned in the moment, I still caught the perfect picture of Katy Perry’s exposed ass.

I got it right as her bottoms were down, her ass was sticking out and it was dripping wet with water. Her back was turned, so her more famous body parts weren’t on display, yet it seemed like her bikini was down too. However, her famed boobs were still covered up enough — unlike her less famed but still quite mouth watering behind.

My body had been wet most of the day, but now my mouth was watering as I studied her ass. And judging from the growing bulge in my trunks, my cock would leak at any moment. So now would probably be a good time to head for the bathroom. And yet I only squeezed my thighs together and kept staring at my phone, oblivious to the world around me.

“Hey!”

Well, maybe I was too oblivious. At least that was my only coherent thought when I turned and saw Katy Perry herself.

When I backed away and stopped stammering, I saw Katy was wearing a sun dress over her bikini attire, whether it was back on or not. She also had sunglasses on, yet I recognized her right away. God, if she changed and got here in such a short time, how long had I been standing there? And how deeply would she sue me into bankruptcy?

With that in mind, I tried to play dumb and spare myself, if that was possible. “Sorry, ma’am, I thought you were someone else,” I got out.

“Like who, Katy Perry?” Katy Perry questioned. “You ran when you saw her in person, so how would you know?”

“You noticed that?” I asked, giving myself away — like I hadn’t done that already.

“I did pay extra attention to the crowd today,” she pointed out. Though she didn’t sound angry, I still talked as if she was, just to be safe.

“I am so sorry, Ms. Perry. I’ll delete it immediately,” I offered.

“Well, it’s probably on the Internet already,” she sighed. “So there’s no way you could sell it anyway.”

“No way, I wouldn’t sell this at any price,” I blurted out.

“But you just said you’d delete it for free,” Katy nitpicked.

“Yeah….” was all I had, caught with no other options. There was no selling this, no blackmailing her — if that was even my thing — and I had no blog to post this on and get Internet fame.

“God, it’s something,” Katy exclaimed, distracting me from deleting her naked ass. “This is the first time they’ll drool over something other than my boobs. And it’s for this!”

“Clearly they should have noticed it earlier,” I blurted again, forgetting the situation and who I was talking to.

“Well, I guess it’ll be a good consolation prize for them,” she predicted. With that, my selective memory and common sense left again.

“I wouldn’t call it a consolation. Far from it,” I revealed. “I’m not disappointed it wasn’t your boobs at all. What I saw was just as impressive.”

“You’re just saying that so I won’t break your phone,” Katy figured, although there was a tiny bit of joshing in her tone.

“Well, there’s that, but I still mean it,” I joshed back. “I kind of wished you’d show that thing off more often. Even with clothes on! I mean, sure, the boobs are awesome, but it’s great they’re not your only super hot part! There’s still your eyes and your regular brunette hair too, of course. But trust me, your front and back are equally mouth watering. And now the back will finally get bragging rights for a little while. About time.”

I ran out of words and just prayed I didn’t go too far. Katy stood still, and since she still had sunglasses, I couldn’t see if her lovely eyes looked mad or touched or anything else. Finally she said, “You did leave in a hurry to study my ass….”

“I guess that’s been established,” I recounted.

“I gotta say, I haven’t heard that stuff about my other body parts before,” Katy noted. Then after a pause, she finished, “You know, I was planning on sneaking out of here quietly. But I can’t do that if we’re making a scene. How about we go somewhere else and figure out what to do with this picture?”

I thought we’d figured out what to do already. But before I knew it, I was following her to her limo and we were both being driven to her home in Los Angeles. It was a 90+ minute drive, so I had more than enough time to wonder what the hell was going on. And my theories were getting dirtier as time went on.

But that couldn’t be it, right? Those tabloid rumors with her and John Mayer were heating up, so it just couldn’t be. Plus if she wanted her way with me, she could just do it in the limo and not go to this much trouble. Yet all she did was strike up regular conversation with me when I wasn’t quiet as a mouse — or trying to get calm without crossing my legs.

Still, we wound up talking like regular people, without even mentioning the picture or what Katy wanted for it. It almost made me forget the whole setup, until we got to her giant house. Russell Brand let her keep it in the divorce, so at least he wasn’t a total wanker.

I turned off my skepticism again when I got inside her humongous rooms. Well, they were humongous for an outsider, anyway. There was even a brown leather couch in the dining room below a huge mirror. Katy let me sit there as she got some bottled water, since we really needed refreshments.

But I thought about the business at hand again once we quenched our thirst, so I joked, “Is this you softening me up for a better deal?” Softening was perhaps the wrong choice of words, but I was relatively contained for the moment.

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