Kamster’s upgrades
The dancing was done, and the toy she had used on her pussy was on the towel she was kneeling on. The groom and the groomsmen were waiting, cocks bulging in their jeans.
”Come on Bob,” Kamster said to the groom, licking her lips. “Come and get your treat.”
The groom came to her then, and she unbuttoned his jeans, slid them off, followed by his boxers, and gently rubbed and stroked his cock and balls, then kissing the head of his cock.
One of the groomsmen said, “Ask her.”
Bob shook his head, and Kamster said “Ask me what?”
“He wants to fuck your ass,” the groomsman said.
Kamster kept stroking the groom’s cock, kissing it, giving it little licks.
”Is that true?” she asked him.
“Y . . . yes” he said. “But I know you don’t want to.”
Kamster took his cock deep in her mouth suddenly, making him gasp as she sucked it hard.
Then she said “I can do that, but you have to make it worth my while.”
She looked at the groomsmen and said “You need to give me a bigger tip if you want to help your friend.”
“Do we get to play too?” another groomsman asked?
”It depends on the tip,” Kamster said, swallowing the groom’s cock again, then taking it out and stroking his saliva slick shaft, then locking eyes with the groom. “The more you tip; the more you get to play.”
Money began to fall into the duffle bag, what Kamster liked to call her “Kink Kit”, twenties among the dildos, handcuffs, lube, and lingerie as she turned and offered her ass to the groom. She looked at him as she lowered her shoulders to the floor.
”Before you fuck it, you have to play with it,” she said.
The groom reached out and took Kamster’s ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing and rubbing them, parting them so he could expose her asshole and wet pussy.
Kamster liked being exposed, liked being watched. It was one of the reasons she liked what she did, with money being another reason of course. But just because you were paid, that didn’t mean you didn’t do what you needed to do to enjoy your booking.
”Slap my ass,” she said to the groom. “Smack it, make it nice and pink.”
He smacked her ass half heartedly, like he was afraid he would break her.
”Harder,” Kamster said, wiggling her hips, “really spank it.”
The second slap was harder, the third was harder still.
”More,” Kamster said. “Spank me. I’ve been very bad.”
His slaps made gasp now; she could feel her ass cheeks begin to sting and burn with every additional slap. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was swelling, throbbing, wetter and wetter with each smack.
Abruptly, Kamster reached around and grabbed his hard cock, guided it into her sopping cunt as he moaned, covering him with her slick juices, then she spread her ass cheeks for him.
”Fuck this ass,” she demanded.
She felt the head of his cock press against her asshole, pushing, pressing, slipping in as she moaned. Kamster loved that moment, that sensation when the little ring of muscle was stretched, yielded, made to surrender to a thick, driving dick.
The groom worked his way into her ass going deeper with each stroke, moaning and gasping at the way Kamster’s ass welcomed him, clenched him, took him in. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her with steady strokes.
Kamster loved being ridden, loved feeling full, loved the way her pussy became so sensitive, started literally dripping long strings of lube as she was used.
Then the groom said “I’m . . . going . . . to . . . cum” panting out the words in that weird cadence that men always seemed to use when they were about to empty their balls in her.
”Cum, baby,” Kamster said, “cum in this ass!”
The groom thrusted deep insider her and shivered as he emptied his balls, trembling as he came.
When he pulled out, Kamster could feel cum oozing from her ass, feel the pleasant burn of her still pink asscheeks as looked back at the groomsmen, most of whom were stroking their cocks, and asked “Who wants to go next?”
”Come on Bob,” Kamster said to the groom, licking her lips. “Come and get your treat.”
The groom came to her then, and she unbuttoned his jeans, slid them off, followed by his boxers, and gently rubbed and stroked his cock and balls, then kissing the head of his cock.
One of the groomsmen said, “Ask her.”
Bob shook his head, and Kamster said “Ask me what?”
“He wants to fuck your ass,” the groomsman said.
Kamster kept stroking the groom’s cock, kissing it, giving it little licks.
”Is that true?” she asked him.
“Y . . . yes” he said. “But I know you don’t want to.”
Kamster took his cock deep in her mouth suddenly, making him gasp as she sucked it hard.
Then she said “I can do that, but you have to make it worth my while.”
She looked at the groomsmen and said “You need to give me a bigger tip if you want to help your friend.”
“Do we get to play too?” another groomsman asked?
”It depends on the tip,” Kamster said, swallowing the groom’s cock again, then taking it out and stroking his saliva slick shaft, then locking eyes with the groom. “The more you tip; the more you get to play.”
Money began to fall into the duffle bag, what Kamster liked to call her “Kink Kit”, twenties among the dildos, handcuffs, lube, and lingerie as she turned and offered her ass to the groom. She looked at him as she lowered her shoulders to the floor.
”Before you fuck it, you have to play with it,” she said.
The groom reached out and took Kamster’s ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing and rubbing them, parting them so he could expose her asshole and wet pussy.
Kamster liked being exposed, liked being watched. It was one of the reasons she liked what she did, with money being another reason of course. But just because you were paid, that didn’t mean you didn’t do what you needed to do to enjoy your booking.
”Slap my ass,” she said to the groom. “Smack it, make it nice and pink.”
He smacked her ass half heartedly, like he was afraid he would break her.
”Harder,” Kamster said, wiggling her hips, “really spank it.”
The second slap was harder, the third was harder still.
”More,” Kamster said. “Spank me. I’ve been very bad.”
His slaps made gasp now; she could feel her ass cheeks begin to sting and burn with every additional slap. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was swelling, throbbing, wetter and wetter with each smack.
Abruptly, Kamster reached around and grabbed his hard cock, guided it into her sopping cunt as he moaned, covering him with her slick juices, then she spread her ass cheeks for him.
”Fuck this ass,” she demanded.
She felt the head of his cock press against her asshole, pushing, pressing, slipping in as she moaned. Kamster loved that moment, that sensation when the little ring of muscle was stretched, yielded, made to surrender to a thick, driving dick.
The groom worked his way into her ass going deeper with each stroke, moaning and gasping at the way Kamster’s ass welcomed him, clenched him, took him in. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her with steady strokes.
Kamster loved being ridden, loved feeling full, loved the way her pussy became so sensitive, started literally dripping long strings of lube as she was used.
Then the groom said “I’m . . . going . . . to . . . cum” panting out the words in that weird cadence that men always seemed to use when they were about to empty their balls in her.
”Cum, baby,” Kamster said, “cum in this ass!”
The groom thrusted deep insider her and shivered as he emptied his balls, trembling as he came.
When he pulled out, Kamster could feel cum oozing from her ass, feel the pleasant burn of her still pink asscheeks as looked back at the groomsmen, most of whom were stroking their cocks, and asked “Who wants to go next?”
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