Kamster the trophy: part two
Kamster watched as the fat old man approached, knowing what was going to happen next.
Then she smelled him.
His cologne reached him before he did, a strong, spicy odor of musk and sandlewood. And suddenly Kamster was transported back in time to the first older man she had fucked. He had been fat as well, and she had been repulsed at first.
But he had been so confident, and his voice was deep and weirdly compelling as he told her that she was going to suck his cock, and gently but firmly pulled her head down until his hard cock had filled her mouth, and his cologne, the same she smelled now, filled her nose. He had used her like a toy that day, and his smell, his voice, and his confidence made her cunt wet and her nipples hard.
He became a regular, fucked all of Kamster’s holes. Came inside her, and made her cum like a whore each time.
Now the old man at the dealership made her fall back into that memory. Kamster did not resist as he took her hand, lead her to the rear door of the car, opened it up and, firmly bent her over so her ass was up, and her nose buried in the leather seat. Now she smelled him and leather and her pussy pulsed and throbbed in time with her heart.
He covered her back with his belly as his cock pushed in, opening her wet cunt, pressing in slow and deep. He was hot, sweaty, and Kamster felt crushed beneath him, but he felt so good as he pushed inside her, and he began to whisper in her ear.
”You are such a hot bitch,” he said.
Some men, when they say the word “bitch,” make it sound hateful. But from his mouth, it sounded both dirty and friendly.
“Your cunt is so wet from being eaten out that you are dripping all over me,” he said. “Eating that young lady out was exciting for you, wasn’t it?”
He began pumping Kamster’s cunt a little faster now as she moaned.
“Look at her now,” he said.
Kamster could just see the young woman. She was sitting between two of the other salesmen, stroking and teasing their cocks while they licked and sucked her tits, watching the old man fuck her, her pussy spread and wet.
”She is such a little whore,” the old man whispered in Kamster’s ear. “She loves dick. I know. I’ve fucked that hot little cunt.”
His thrusts were picking up the pace as Kamster moaned. His cock was filling her now, opening her, pounding sensitive spots inside as waves of pleasure moved through her. She could feel his sweat on her back, her juices oozing down her thighs.
”You wouldn’t think a fat old man like me could pull her, would you?” He said. “But bitches love me.”
He suddenly pushed deep and hard into Kamster, making her gasp as he whispered “I have a bimbo trophy wife with big tits and a heart shaped ass, and I am going to fuck her when I get home because she can’t get enough of my cock.”
From anyone else’s mouth, that would have sounded a brag, but Kamster didn’t care. Her mind was dizzy and confused from being pounded, from the smell of leather, from the smell of cologne.
“And you know what she calls me, don’t you?”
”Nn n no” Kamster stuttered as he suddenly started pounding her full force.
”You know” he said confidently. “Say it.”
His cock was squishing in and out of her wet cunt; Kamster’s heart was beating, and she was panting, and from her dazed and confused mind a name blurted out of her mouth.
”D d daddy?” she whispered.
He moaned in her ear, and she felt her pussy flooded with cum, while she shivered and came as well. Behind her, she could hear some of the other salesmen and women moaning and cumming too.
The fat man slowly pulled out of her cunt, leaving her on all fours, cum oozing from her wet pussy, panting, and waiting for the next prize winner to claim his or her reward.
Then she smelled him.
His cologne reached him before he did, a strong, spicy odor of musk and sandlewood. And suddenly Kamster was transported back in time to the first older man she had fucked. He had been fat as well, and she had been repulsed at first.
But he had been so confident, and his voice was deep and weirdly compelling as he told her that she was going to suck his cock, and gently but firmly pulled her head down until his hard cock had filled her mouth, and his cologne, the same she smelled now, filled her nose. He had used her like a toy that day, and his smell, his voice, and his confidence made her cunt wet and her nipples hard.
He became a regular, fucked all of Kamster’s holes. Came inside her, and made her cum like a whore each time.
Now the old man at the dealership made her fall back into that memory. Kamster did not resist as he took her hand, lead her to the rear door of the car, opened it up and, firmly bent her over so her ass was up, and her nose buried in the leather seat. Now she smelled him and leather and her pussy pulsed and throbbed in time with her heart.
He covered her back with his belly as his cock pushed in, opening her wet cunt, pressing in slow and deep. He was hot, sweaty, and Kamster felt crushed beneath him, but he felt so good as he pushed inside her, and he began to whisper in her ear.
”You are such a hot bitch,” he said.
Some men, when they say the word “bitch,” make it sound hateful. But from his mouth, it sounded both dirty and friendly.
“Your cunt is so wet from being eaten out that you are dripping all over me,” he said. “Eating that young lady out was exciting for you, wasn’t it?”
He began pumping Kamster’s cunt a little faster now as she moaned.
“Look at her now,” he said.
Kamster could just see the young woman. She was sitting between two of the other salesmen, stroking and teasing their cocks while they licked and sucked her tits, watching the old man fuck her, her pussy spread and wet.
”She is such a little whore,” the old man whispered in Kamster’s ear. “She loves dick. I know. I’ve fucked that hot little cunt.”
His thrusts were picking up the pace as Kamster moaned. His cock was filling her now, opening her, pounding sensitive spots inside as waves of pleasure moved through her. She could feel his sweat on her back, her juices oozing down her thighs.
”You wouldn’t think a fat old man like me could pull her, would you?” He said. “But bitches love me.”
He suddenly pushed deep and hard into Kamster, making her gasp as he whispered “I have a bimbo trophy wife with big tits and a heart shaped ass, and I am going to fuck her when I get home because she can’t get enough of my cock.”
From anyone else’s mouth, that would have sounded a brag, but Kamster didn’t care. Her mind was dizzy and confused from being pounded, from the smell of leather, from the smell of cologne.
“And you know what she calls me, don’t you?”
”Nn n no” Kamster stuttered as he suddenly started pounding her full force.
”You know” he said confidently. “Say it.”
His cock was squishing in and out of her wet cunt; Kamster’s heart was beating, and she was panting, and from her dazed and confused mind a name blurted out of her mouth.
”D d daddy?” she whispered.
He moaned in her ear, and she felt her pussy flooded with cum, while she shivered and came as well. Behind her, she could hear some of the other salesmen and women moaning and cumming too.
The fat man slowly pulled out of her cunt, leaving her on all fours, cum oozing from her wet pussy, panting, and waiting for the next prize winner to claim his or her reward.
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