Kamster follows the rules
It was a strange booking.
The man wanted a show, but there was to be no touching, no contact between Kamster and his friends.
He wouldn’t explain why, but a booking was a booking.
That is how Kamster came to be seated in a recliner in front of them, garter belt, stockings, no bra, no panties. One leg hooked over the arm of the chair, slowly rubbing her pussy, while each man watched her from his own chair.
With each touch of her fingers, Kamster could feel her pussy awakening more and more, swelling, getting wet.
She looked at her audience. Their faces were getting flushed, and she could see bulges in pants. Then she smiled.
Here was a challenge. Could she get them all to cum for her without touching them?
”You know,” she said to them, “I do this for a living, pleasure myself while men watch.”
Kamster’s fingers rubbed more intently then, stroking her clit, her fingertips teasing the opening of her pussy.
“And the men who watch me even send me tributes,” she said.
Her nipples were hard now, and her face was flushed.
”You know what a tribute is, don’t you? It is when a man videos himself stroking his cock to me, and then sends me a clip of himself cumming.”
”Do you really like that?” one of the men asked?
Kamster locked eyes with him, and pushed two fingers deep into her cunt as she pushed her hips forward.
”Yes, I love it. I love seeing and hearing men cum for me,” she said, giving herself a few more strokes, then pulling a vibrating wand from her bag, switching it on, then grinding the thick, bulbous head of it against her mons, gasping a bit as the vibrations hit. “Oooh . . . why don’t you all play with your cocks for me?”
The youngest man in the group was already fumbling with the buttons of his jeans, unbuttoning them, his hand fishing out a his cock, which was growing in his hand, and the others were doing the same, which made Kamster’s heart race.
Watching and being watched was so exciting, always had been. Sure, she loved cock, but showing off and watching others show off made everything even more arousing.
”Mmmm, that’s it,” Kamster said, rubbing the buzzing toy in little circles against her cunt. “I’ve got some lube in my bag if anyone needs some.”
With her free hand, Kamster handed the bottle of lube to the closest man. Then a little wave of pleasure made her gasp and her pussy drool.
They got out their cocks, and passed the bottle around, each man squeezing a little pool of lube into his palm, then pumping his cock with his fist. Once they began to stroke, their faces and bodies relaxed. But their eyes were locked onto her body, attentively watching her face and the toy purring between her legs.
But the vibrator wasn’t enough now. Kamster needed to be filled.
When the bottle came back to her, she got a long, thick dildo out of her bag, and lubed it up while she watched them stroke their now hard cocks.
”Stroke for me,” she said as she watched them, loving the way their eyes were locked on to her, loving how they were now brainlessly gooning away as they watched her push the thick, long toy into her cunt, loving the feeling of being opened and stretched as they watched her fucking herself. “I want to see you pump yourselves for me. I want tributes.”
The room was filled with their groans, and Kamster’s moans as the fucked herself with the toy. She was performing for them, but they were performing for her. Wives, girlfriends, all forgotten now—they were losing themselves to the sensation of their own fists stroking their hard slippery cocks.
Kamster put the dildo base against the chair seat, then began to ride it. Her cunt was full, and wet, and she fell into a rhythm of raising and lowering her hips that matched that of their fists pumping. But most of all she loved their attention, loved being watched, loved the fact she was making them stroke.
She was a slut goddess, and her followers were worshiping her while they watched her fuck.
Then the first man came, his jet of cum arching through the air, which turned a little switch on in Kamster’s brain.
”Cum for me,” she said, feeling her own orgasm suddenly urgent, “show me how much you like watching me.”
More men came then, cum shooting into the air, oozing from their fingers, dripping onto their balls.
All cum for Kamster.
And at that thought her own orgasm washed over her like a wave: not a screaming, shaking one, but one that came in waves, each rest a bit bigger than the rest as she slumped back into the recliner, her cunt pleasantly full as she surveyed all those cocks she had made cum—all without a single touch.
The man wanted a show, but there was to be no touching, no contact between Kamster and his friends.
He wouldn’t explain why, but a booking was a booking.
That is how Kamster came to be seated in a recliner in front of them, garter belt, stockings, no bra, no panties. One leg hooked over the arm of the chair, slowly rubbing her pussy, while each man watched her from his own chair.
With each touch of her fingers, Kamster could feel her pussy awakening more and more, swelling, getting wet.
She looked at her audience. Their faces were getting flushed, and she could see bulges in pants. Then she smiled.
Here was a challenge. Could she get them all to cum for her without touching them?
”You know,” she said to them, “I do this for a living, pleasure myself while men watch.”
Kamster’s fingers rubbed more intently then, stroking her clit, her fingertips teasing the opening of her pussy.
“And the men who watch me even send me tributes,” she said.
Her nipples were hard now, and her face was flushed.
”You know what a tribute is, don’t you? It is when a man videos himself stroking his cock to me, and then sends me a clip of himself cumming.”
”Do you really like that?” one of the men asked?
Kamster locked eyes with him, and pushed two fingers deep into her cunt as she pushed her hips forward.
”Yes, I love it. I love seeing and hearing men cum for me,” she said, giving herself a few more strokes, then pulling a vibrating wand from her bag, switching it on, then grinding the thick, bulbous head of it against her mons, gasping a bit as the vibrations hit. “Oooh . . . why don’t you all play with your cocks for me?”
The youngest man in the group was already fumbling with the buttons of his jeans, unbuttoning them, his hand fishing out a his cock, which was growing in his hand, and the others were doing the same, which made Kamster’s heart race.
Watching and being watched was so exciting, always had been. Sure, she loved cock, but showing off and watching others show off made everything even more arousing.
”Mmmm, that’s it,” Kamster said, rubbing the buzzing toy in little circles against her cunt. “I’ve got some lube in my bag if anyone needs some.”
With her free hand, Kamster handed the bottle of lube to the closest man. Then a little wave of pleasure made her gasp and her pussy drool.
They got out their cocks, and passed the bottle around, each man squeezing a little pool of lube into his palm, then pumping his cock with his fist. Once they began to stroke, their faces and bodies relaxed. But their eyes were locked onto her body, attentively watching her face and the toy purring between her legs.
But the vibrator wasn’t enough now. Kamster needed to be filled.
When the bottle came back to her, she got a long, thick dildo out of her bag, and lubed it up while she watched them stroke their now hard cocks.
”Stroke for me,” she said as she watched them, loving the way their eyes were locked on to her, loving how they were now brainlessly gooning away as they watched her push the thick, long toy into her cunt, loving the feeling of being opened and stretched as they watched her fucking herself. “I want to see you pump yourselves for me. I want tributes.”
The room was filled with their groans, and Kamster’s moans as the fucked herself with the toy. She was performing for them, but they were performing for her. Wives, girlfriends, all forgotten now—they were losing themselves to the sensation of their own fists stroking their hard slippery cocks.
Kamster put the dildo base against the chair seat, then began to ride it. Her cunt was full, and wet, and she fell into a rhythm of raising and lowering her hips that matched that of their fists pumping. But most of all she loved their attention, loved being watched, loved the fact she was making them stroke.
She was a slut goddess, and her followers were worshiping her while they watched her fuck.
Then the first man came, his jet of cum arching through the air, which turned a little switch on in Kamster’s brain.
”Cum for me,” she said, feeling her own orgasm suddenly urgent, “show me how much you like watching me.”
More men came then, cum shooting into the air, oozing from their fingers, dripping onto their balls.
All cum for Kamster.
And at that thought her own orgasm washed over her like a wave: not a screaming, shaking one, but one that came in waves, each rest a bit bigger than the rest as she slumped back into the recliner, her cunt pleasantly full as she surveyed all those cocks she had made cum—all without a single touch.
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