Kamster’s Upgrades Two
The groom backed away with his cock in his hand, while groomsman approached with his cock standing free and hard.
”Can I fuck your pussy” he asked Kamster in an almost pleading tone.
”Did you tip me?” Kamster asked?
”Yes.”
”Go ahead.”
His thick cockhead pressed into her cunt, spread it open, pressed into her wet heat and slid in deep making Kamster gasp.
That feeling of being full was always shocking and satisfying. It wasn’t like it was a new experience, but it was familiar, somehow the same and different each time. And it also was a signal. The “entertainment” she was brought to provide was going to cross the line from toys, handjobs, and blowjobs to something else, something primal.
The groomsman was fucking her urgently now and Kamster pushed back into him, making a precussive “Uh!” sound as her ass banged into his belly, as he fucked her deep and hard.
Kamster needed more, though.
”I have . . . a mouth . . . too,” she said in between thrusts. And the groomsmen were happy to oblige, their cocks pushing into her mouth as she licked and sucked and stroked, and the man fucking her came with a yell and filled her cunt with cum. Another man grabbed Kamster’s hips, started pulling her toward him, but she stopped him.
”I want to play,” she said, “but I need to see my tips.”
That was a lie. She wanted cock, wanted cum. The jizz in her ass and pussy was putting her desires into overdrive, but a girl has to eat: it would be too easy to become distracted and not get what she had earned. The bag filled with tips was placed where she could see it, filled with bills, and toys, and lube.
Then she let the next groomsman touch her. But he didn’t want to fuck.
“I want to fist you,” he said.
”Mmmm,” Kamster said. “In my pussy, or in my ass?”
”In your pussy”
“Let me see you hands, first”
His hands were not huge, his skin was smooth, and his nails were close clipped and tidy.
”OK, but we need lots of lube,” Kamster said. She coached him to pour thick, clear lube on his fingers and probe her pussy deep, loving the feel oh his fingers, first one, then two, then three, then more pushing inside, stretching her, thrusting in and out while the other groomsmen watched, and jerked; two of them had to beg Kamster to suck them off because the sight of her being finger fucked made them cum.
But then came the moment when Kamster said, “Now, make a fist, and slowly push into my pussy.”
The groomsman did. Kamster felt herself full again, but in a different way from being cock full. This was more intense, more exciting as her cunt surrounded and squeezed the fist that was filling and pumping her while men were fucking her panting mouth filling it up with sperm that she swallowed without hesitation, wanting more, more, more as that fist drove all thought and language out of her head.
The orgasm was one that made her scream and convulse, so intense that she lost touch with herself for a bit. When Kamster came to herself, her cunt was empty, sore, but satisfied. The groomsmen were standing around her naked body in a concerned circle; the groom had his phone out.
“Are you o.k.?” He asked.
“Y . . . Yes” Kamster said. Sometimes her words took a little time to return after cumming so hard.
But she was fine—better than fine: tips and orgasms, who could want more?
”Can I fuck your pussy” he asked Kamster in an almost pleading tone.
”Did you tip me?” Kamster asked?
”Yes.”
”Go ahead.”
His thick cockhead pressed into her cunt, spread it open, pressed into her wet heat and slid in deep making Kamster gasp.
That feeling of being full was always shocking and satisfying. It wasn’t like it was a new experience, but it was familiar, somehow the same and different each time. And it also was a signal. The “entertainment” she was brought to provide was going to cross the line from toys, handjobs, and blowjobs to something else, something primal.
The groomsman was fucking her urgently now and Kamster pushed back into him, making a precussive “Uh!” sound as her ass banged into his belly, as he fucked her deep and hard.
Kamster needed more, though.
”I have . . . a mouth . . . too,” she said in between thrusts. And the groomsmen were happy to oblige, their cocks pushing into her mouth as she licked and sucked and stroked, and the man fucking her came with a yell and filled her cunt with cum. Another man grabbed Kamster’s hips, started pulling her toward him, but she stopped him.
”I want to play,” she said, “but I need to see my tips.”
That was a lie. She wanted cock, wanted cum. The jizz in her ass and pussy was putting her desires into overdrive, but a girl has to eat: it would be too easy to become distracted and not get what she had earned. The bag filled with tips was placed where she could see it, filled with bills, and toys, and lube.
Then she let the next groomsman touch her. But he didn’t want to fuck.
“I want to fist you,” he said.
”Mmmm,” Kamster said. “In my pussy, or in my ass?”
”In your pussy”
“Let me see you hands, first”
His hands were not huge, his skin was smooth, and his nails were close clipped and tidy.
”OK, but we need lots of lube,” Kamster said. She coached him to pour thick, clear lube on his fingers and probe her pussy deep, loving the feel oh his fingers, first one, then two, then three, then more pushing inside, stretching her, thrusting in and out while the other groomsmen watched, and jerked; two of them had to beg Kamster to suck them off because the sight of her being finger fucked made them cum.
But then came the moment when Kamster said, “Now, make a fist, and slowly push into my pussy.”
The groomsman did. Kamster felt herself full again, but in a different way from being cock full. This was more intense, more exciting as her cunt surrounded and squeezed the fist that was filling and pumping her while men were fucking her panting mouth filling it up with sperm that she swallowed without hesitation, wanting more, more, more as that fist drove all thought and language out of her head.
The orgasm was one that made her scream and convulse, so intense that she lost touch with herself for a bit. When Kamster came to herself, her cunt was empty, sore, but satisfied. The groomsmen were standing around her naked body in a concerned circle; the groom had his phone out.
“Are you o.k.?” He asked.
“Y . . . Yes” Kamster said. Sometimes her words took a little time to return after cumming so hard.
But she was fine—better than fine: tips and orgasms, who could want more?
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