Kamster Bunny
You shouldn’t enjoy this.
That is what society tells you. You shouldn’t enjoy being on all fours, naked except for stockings, a garter belt, and bunny ears, cock slipping in and out of your well used, cum dripping mouth, pussy, and ass. You shouldn’t enjoy being Bunny.
But you do. So much.
The evening started with a slow strip and a dildo show in a private dining room in the golf club clubhouse. You dancing, teasing, stroking and grinding your ass against the laps of older men, all dressed in identical slacks and t-shirts. A team? A company? You don’t care. You are vibing on the charge building up in the room.
When you grind their laps, they get hard so quickly against your skin, press into your warm, pussy mound. Soon you are leaving dark spots on their slacks, and they begin to grope and stroke your ass, tits, and thighs with a few of the more adventurous ones rubbing your wet cunt, sliding their fingers over and between your pussy lips.
Then one man unzips his pants and takes out his cock. It is long, and thick and he strokes it and looks at you quizzically. You giggle and say “Mmmm, how nice.” And you take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his head, then opening wide to take him in. Your head bobs up and down on his cock as you feel hands spreading your ass, grabbing your hips as a cock pushes into your wet cunt.
The feeling of cock in your mouth and pussy at the same time energizes you; you actively push back against the man fucking you as you eagerly suck the other man’s cock, drawing your fingernails teasingly over his balls until he cums in your mouth. You swallow his jizz and look up at him.
”Delicious” you say. “I want more.”
”You are quite a little fuckbunny,” the man says breathlessly. “I think you need these.”
That is when he placed bunny ears on your head—ridiculous cartoony bunny ears and said “Happy Easter.”
And it was as if someone turned a switch.
Before you knew it, you were on all fours. One man’s cock in your pussy, another’s cock pushing into your ass, and a third pushing into your mouth.
When you are filled like that, your personality dissolves. You are no longer Kamster, no longer the person you are every day. You are Bunny.
Bunny is a good girl, a set of warm, wet, loving holes that need to stretched, filled, cum in. She exists to be fucked, eagerly guiding dick into her ass and pussy, eagerly drawing dick into her mouth, loving the feeling of strong male hands running over her body. You have the strange sensation of only being along for the ride as you are fucked, being a happy passenger on Bunny’s fucktrain.
The heat of their flesh grinding against yours, the taste and smell of cock, balls, cum, and your own juices melts your brain, makes you want more and more sensation, makes you more Bunny, more flexible, more loose, more pliant and fuckable.
They think Bunny is their pleasure doll, and you are that, but you are also drawing them to you. Their cocks are hard because your cum and sweat covered body is the hottest thing they have ever experienced. They don’t want to fill you with cock, to empty their aching balls in you. They NEED to pump you full of cum, need to watch you shiver and cum on their friends’ and teammates’ cocks, hear you giggle and moan as you let yourself be made airtight.
At the end of the evening, Bunny leaves your brain and you become Kamster again, sore, cum covered, but satiated . . . For now.
You shouldn’t enjoy being Bunny; society tells you that this is bad and degrading.
But you love Bunny, love letting her out to play.
That is what society tells you. You shouldn’t enjoy being on all fours, naked except for stockings, a garter belt, and bunny ears, cock slipping in and out of your well used, cum dripping mouth, pussy, and ass. You shouldn’t enjoy being Bunny.
But you do. So much.
The evening started with a slow strip and a dildo show in a private dining room in the golf club clubhouse. You dancing, teasing, stroking and grinding your ass against the laps of older men, all dressed in identical slacks and t-shirts. A team? A company? You don’t care. You are vibing on the charge building up in the room.
When you grind their laps, they get hard so quickly against your skin, press into your warm, pussy mound. Soon you are leaving dark spots on their slacks, and they begin to grope and stroke your ass, tits, and thighs with a few of the more adventurous ones rubbing your wet cunt, sliding their fingers over and between your pussy lips.
Then one man unzips his pants and takes out his cock. It is long, and thick and he strokes it and looks at you quizzically. You giggle and say “Mmmm, how nice.” And you take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his head, then opening wide to take him in. Your head bobs up and down on his cock as you feel hands spreading your ass, grabbing your hips as a cock pushes into your wet cunt.
The feeling of cock in your mouth and pussy at the same time energizes you; you actively push back against the man fucking you as you eagerly suck the other man’s cock, drawing your fingernails teasingly over his balls until he cums in your mouth. You swallow his jizz and look up at him.
”Delicious” you say. “I want more.”
”You are quite a little fuckbunny,” the man says breathlessly. “I think you need these.”
That is when he placed bunny ears on your head—ridiculous cartoony bunny ears and said “Happy Easter.”
And it was as if someone turned a switch.
Before you knew it, you were on all fours. One man’s cock in your pussy, another’s cock pushing into your ass, and a third pushing into your mouth.
When you are filled like that, your personality dissolves. You are no longer Kamster, no longer the person you are every day. You are Bunny.
Bunny is a good girl, a set of warm, wet, loving holes that need to stretched, filled, cum in. She exists to be fucked, eagerly guiding dick into her ass and pussy, eagerly drawing dick into her mouth, loving the feeling of strong male hands running over her body. You have the strange sensation of only being along for the ride as you are fucked, being a happy passenger on Bunny’s fucktrain.
The heat of their flesh grinding against yours, the taste and smell of cock, balls, cum, and your own juices melts your brain, makes you want more and more sensation, makes you more Bunny, more flexible, more loose, more pliant and fuckable.
They think Bunny is their pleasure doll, and you are that, but you are also drawing them to you. Their cocks are hard because your cum and sweat covered body is the hottest thing they have ever experienced. They don’t want to fill you with cock, to empty their aching balls in you. They NEED to pump you full of cum, need to watch you shiver and cum on their friends’ and teammates’ cocks, hear you giggle and moan as you let yourself be made airtight.
At the end of the evening, Bunny leaves your brain and you become Kamster again, sore, cum covered, but satiated . . . For now.
You shouldn’t enjoy being Bunny; society tells you that this is bad and degrading.
But you love Bunny, love letting her out to play.
10ヶ月前
