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Katy Perry and The Birthday BoySix years ago I went on the best date of my life, and funny enough, it had nothing to do with the girl I was with… It was the summer of 2014 and I had been seeing this girl for about a month. She was cute enough, funny, easy to talk to, but she wasn’t 100% my type. She was rather petite…I prefer my girls on the bustier side — thick thighs, booty, big boobs, just something you can really grab on to. Ironically, my luck with those girls had been thin. But again, she was fine and pleasant to be around, and as everyone knows – L.A. can get lonely. Anyway, my birthday was approaching and she was looking for something more interesting to do than sit in my tiny apartment watching Netflix. Fair enough. So, on the morning of my birthday she surprised me with tickets to see Katy Perry in concert. I was a little confused, but she brought up how I mentioned that I liked one of her new songs – “Roar” while we were driving around the other week. It was more of passing comment than a declaration of love but whatever, I did like that song, and I hadn’t been to a concert in years… and more-so — like any red-blooded straight guy in the world I thought Katy Perry was sexy as hell and was looking forward to seeing her shake that body around in the flesh. I didn’t mention to her that the night before I was jerking off to some new paparazzi pictures of Katy in yoga pants. Instead, I said thanks and we got ready for the show… Once we arrived, it dawned on me how sucky our seats were. We were pretty much in the nose bleeds. She was upset, claiming she was ripped off by a scalper. I calmed her down and told her we’d still have fun… deep down I was pretty pissed I wasn’t going to get to see Katy’s ass or tits gyrate up close and personal…I left to grab us some drinks and as I made my way to the stairwell a man with a security badge stopped me. I was a little startled at first until he opened his mouth. “Hey sir, are you coming from the 300 section.”“I am. Is there a problem?”“Only if you hate front row seats.”“Um… sorry, what?”“We didn’t fill out the pit for tonight’s show so we’re looking to upgrade a select few attendees.”“Are you serious!?”“As can be. How big’s your group?” “Just two of us.”And he handed me 2 tickets for the pit.“Holy shit, thank you so much.”“Enjoy the show, sir!”I went back, grabbed my date and told her the good news — she was obviously ecstatic. We grabbed a couple giant beers and made our way to our new “seats”.On the way there she disappeared from me for a second, I looked around and found her at a “?“birthday contest” booth next to the pretzel stand. She returned to me.“Ok, what was that?” I asked.“Oh nothing! It’s just a little birthday contest for anyone who’s birthday it is this week.”“What’s the contest?” “A trip to Hawaii!” “Oh… that’s random, but cool.”Not sure we were quite at “go on vacation together” status but at the same time the sound of a free vacation sounded good… plus who was I k**ding? I wasn’t going to win, thousands upon thousands of people will enter by the end of the night.We finally got to the pit just as the opening act began, it was crazy, the stage was designed so that it surrounded the pit and the musical acts would perform around/on top of the pit audience. If it weren’t for the security guards we could legitimately touch the stage. The opening act finished and after an agonizing twenty minutes the lights cut out again, and the crowd screamed with excitement. The audience was pretty diverse but there were a lot of young girls there chaperoned by their fathers, who looked equally excited but for very different, hornier reasons. Katy bakırköy escort made her entrance with a bang, singing Roar, but in a pretty unrevealing costume – I was disappointed. That however, changed quite quickly. After the first four songs she made a costume change into something a bit more classic Katy — she had a mini Hulu skirt (basically a few plastic leaves) and a bikini made of smiley faces. It revealed about as much as you can without it being deemed public exposure. You could really see the size and shape of her giant breasts. At one particularly bouncy moment you could even get a good glance of under-boob… at which point a dad standing next to me nudged my arm, smiled and pointed towards Katy. I was a little creeped out but also I totally understood, I was hiding a chubby in my jeans. I nodded back to him and took a large gulp of my beer. Over the course of the next hour Katy put on a great show. She had a little something for everybody. She sang her pipes out for the younger audience that enjoyed her music and made numerous skimpy costume changes for all the dads, boyfriends, and brothers that got dragged here who have jerked off to her hundreds (in my case, maybe thousands) of times.There was a brief hiatus between one set of her songs, I assumed another costume change (which I got excited about), when a security guard tapped me on the shoulder. “Jacob DeWall?”Shocked, I answered… “Yeah that’s me. Is something wrong? Another guard gave me these tickets, I —“He chuckled. “No, not at all. This really seems to be your lucky day.” He slapped a VIP “Birthday winner” sticker on my shirt.“What’s this?” “Happy birthday dude.” My date screamed. “Oh my god you actually won!”“We’re going to Hawaii?” I asked.“No, I’m sorry – I lied about that part.”“Wait, what did I win then?”The guard chimed back in – “Dude, you’re going up on stage. You’re.. basically going to get a lap dance from Katy.” My face went completely red. I froze.“No. no. I’m good.”That dad next to me who had been eavesdropping butted in.“What are you crazy? I’ll take his spot!” “Is it your birthday, sir?” The guard asked.“Well, no.” he responded.My date punched my shoulder lightly. “Come on, you have to!” The guard, “Bro there’s like thousands of dudes who’d like to be in you position right now.” The Birthday song started playing and Katy’s voice came from the darkness… “is it anyone’s Birthday today?” she asked in a sultry voice.“Do it!” My date shouted, and the rest of the crowd around me started to join in on the chant until I broke…“Ok! Ok!” I caved. “I’ll do it.” They cheered except for the dad next to me… “bastard…” he muttered. I chugged the rest of my beer and turned my attention to the stage… Katy was strutting around in what looked like tight leggings and a pink rain coat singing her hit tune “Birthday.”At a certain break in the song she undid the belt on the pink coat and dropped it on the stage revealing a skin-tight, figure hugging body suit that perfectly outlined her voluptuous body. She slapped her tits in jest to the audience. Her boobs looked bigger than ever, and her thighs, oh her thick thighs looked so fucking delicious, leading up to that fat, plump ass. In all the years I’d been jerking to Katy this was definitely her at her thickest, and I loved it. At the moment she raised the microphone and asked… “where’s my birthday boy?” The crowd screamed, a bunch of men in the audience jumped, shouted, desperately vying for her attention… she looked around as if this wasn’t already decided before locking eyes with me…My heart dropped…I felt like I might throw up…Could beşiktaş escort I really go on stage and receive a lap dance from my ultimate celebrity crush and fantasy that I’ve stroked my meat to thousands of times? In front of over ten thousand people no less? She pointed at me and motioned for me to join her.The security guards escorted me to the stage. They lifted me up and I walked towards Katy who was waiting for me next to a comically big chair.“Oooh he’s cute.” she cooed to the audience.I arrived in front of her and she held me by my lower back… “What’s your name?” “Um, Jake.” I said with an embarrassing crack in my voice.She laughed. “Well, ‘um Jake’ when’s your birthday.”“Today.” I responded. The crowd screamed. Katy looked at me devilishly and then to the audience.“And how old are you?”“Twenty-four.”“Oh, baby.” she sexily responded.“Well, Jake, I’m about to give you the best birthday present of your life. Are you ready for that?”Again more cheering. I swallowed hard and nervously nodded my head.She laughed genuinely before rubbing my back and telling me “take a seat over there baby.” pointing me to the chair.A couple of the back up dancers escorted me and put a goofy birthday cake hat on my head. Before leaving me one of the male dancers leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “she thinks you’re cute… good luck.” “Huh?” I asked him but it was too late.“Let’s go!” Katy screamed into the microphone before launching back into the song.As she sang she walked over to me, staring me dead in the eyes — her tits bounced with each step she took in my direction. She smiled as her body got closer to mine. She finally sat down to my left, on the arm of the chair. She grabbed my left arm and placed it around her waist, before resting her own arm around my shoulder.She kept singing the song and looking at me and then the audience in this position, and I thought to myself… ‘this isn’t really a lap dance, just a little family friendly gimmick’ I was both relieved with not having to embarrass myself all that much and disappointed I wouldn’t be receiving a lap dance from Katy Perry until…SLAM.She, without warning, grabbed my head and shoved it into her boob. I couldn’t believe it.I was in complete shock.My face was currently pressed against Katy Perry’s giant sweaty tit.She was holding me there with force as she continued to sing. You’re never sure how your body would react in situation like this, I would’ve expected to get too nervous/embarrassed and that I would just shrivel up…. I was wrong.I could feel myself growing at a frightening pace, it was mere seconds before I was at full staff.Before I could even take in what was happening she released me…She got close to my face and started singing the song in my direction “pop your confetti, pop your Perignon, so hot and heavy till dawn.” And BANG, right back into her titty. Now knowing my time was limited I started to make use of it. I ever so slightly turned my face a bit to the left to get a bit of my mouth on her. She caught me… she gave me some serious stink eye before smiling and helping me get a little more boobage in my face by turning my head.Oh god, it was like heaven, her tit was so big, so soft, and she smelled divine. Something only a hot girl’s big sweaty tits smelled like, or so I imagined. If I was wearing anything but restrictive tight jeans you could probably see my erection from the nose bleeds. It was at this point she released me again… I was devastated. I could have spent another hour with my face against her delicious mound. But what came next wasn’t so bad either…She got on her knees beylikdüzü escort in front of me and started singing at me from my crotch, I looked around to see if anyone was seeing this…. oh yeah, just like ten thousand people with cameras… but honestly I didn’t fucking care. I was so fucking horny at this point, I just wanted to see where this went before it was over. ?She held this position for a while and was nice enough to brush her tits against my thighs a few times before she noticed the giant BULGE in my jeans….She looked shocked, like she was in trouble or something, I started to think ‘oh god, this is inappropriate, I took it too far, she’s grossed out, offended, fuck, what do I do…’ and then… she smiled, and that all went away…She stood up, straightening out her figure and pushing out her ass so I and the entire audience could get a good look at the thing, before turning, and dropping it on my crotch. Her big, fat, thick, ass was grinding against my dick. I should mention the chair was spinning in circles at this point, so only portions of the audience could see glimpses of what was going on, almost by design…She was literally pushing her ass against my rock-hard cock, up and down, in front of thousands of people. It was fucking surreal. Whenever she got a really good feel of the outline of my penis she looked back at me and sighed ever so lightly between lyrics.Ever so often she’d also shimmy her chest so that I got a good look at her tits from behind. I knew the song was nearing it’s end, and I knew I was getting really close to popping. She picked up the rhythm of her grinding. I held my breath, overwhelmed with passion. Wanting to cum, but also wanting to extend the moment… but again I remembered the song was coming to an end and the show would have to go on, so I started to not-so-subtly thrust into Katy’s covered ass. My twitching cock rubbed against her juicy fat ass. I made eye-contact with the dad in the pit, he looked at me with sad jealousy. Katy leaned back and whispered to me…“You got ten seconds to cum.” She then started gyrating against me with purpose, shoving her thick ass and thighs against my dick, trying her hardest to make be blow. And I was thrusting not so subtly now into her rump. *very close now*She rang out the last few lyrics… “I’ll be…. your gift… give you something good to celebrate!”She looked back at me with a genuine kind of ‘sorry, gotta go’ look, but I was there… I instinctually grabbed her by the hips and pulled her directly against my crotch and preceded to shoot an absolutely massive cum load into my pants, but against her fat, curvy ass. To Katy’s credit, as I started shooting, and I pulled her against me, she pushed that wagon against my cock. I came so much that the jizzum started dripping down my legs into my shoes… She looked back and smiled at me like the minx she was.My body was shaking as she walked away from me… “Sorry Jake, gotta get your birthday present.” she said into the mic.She disappeared into the floor of the stage.Two of the back up dancers motioned for me to return to the audience. The same guy that warned me before the lap dance noticed my cum-stained jeans…“She got ya… happy birthday dude.” “Thanks…” I muttered, still catching my breath, now noticing the giant jizz stain on my crotch.They escorted me back to my spot in the pit.My date immediately noticed the stain…“You’re disgusting” she told me.“No… no… it’s not what it looks like…” I responded She looked at me with disgust before taking off.I shrugged and stood there in my dirty pants, watching the rest of the concert, Katy occasionally throwing me dirty looks…When it ended, I started towards the parking lot, feeling a bit overwhelmed at what had happened, but a bit depressed at that fact that it was over.Until…I reached into my pocket, to get my phone to call my girl, when I found a note that said “come backstage after the show – Katy” I turned back towards the venue…

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