Kamster the trophy: part one

She had never been at a high end car dealership before. Kamster sat on the hood of a sporty coupe, a nice thick dildo in her pussy, grinding to the rhythm of the music on her boom box. Six men and one women watched as she rode, all fascinated, flushed, hard. The men were mostly in their late twenties, or early thirties, but the woman’s age was hard to tell, she looked tiny and young, but Kamster really couldn’t tell how old she was. But one of the men was older, fat, and had a huge, obvious bulge in his pants.

Everyone was smartly dressed, work formal. There was something about well dressed people watching her that made Kamster especially turned on.

The man who had arranged the booking, the manager, turned down the boom box.

”O.k.” He said. “Now I’ll announce the winners.”

Kamster was to be the prize for the best sales people.

”First, for the most sales, Amy!”

The asian woman stood up, and walked toward’s Kamster with a huge grin on her face, shedding her clothes along the way, until she was wearing nothing but stockings, and nearly leaped onto Kamster while the men cheered.

It was almost shocking how eager she was—she wrapped herself around Kamster’s body, and straddled her thigh, grinding her wet, hairy pussy against Kamster’s thigh as she filled her hands with her tits, and nibbled her neck and bit her ear before whispering “I love girls” breathily into it.

Amy’s hands roamed Kamster’s body, rubbing her clit, her tits, as her pussy left a warm, wet trail on Kamster’s thigh, as Kamster took her in her arms, loving her warm, soft skin, the smell of her perfume, the feel of that warm smooth body grinding against her while she continued to ride the dildo.

Amy gave her open mouthed deep kisses, then dropped down to suck Kamster’s nipples, nipping at them with perfect, white teeth. She wasn’t gentle. She was urgent, aggressive, using her fingernails on Kamster’s skin—not scratching, exactly, but leaving marks, which made Kamster pant and ride the toy harder.

Kamster could see the men over Amy’s shoulder, was aware that they had their cocks out and were stroking as they watched. The fat man’s cock was huge, and he winked at her as she watched his fist pump slowly up and down his dick.

Abruptly, Amy kissed Kamster, then she crawled up Kamster’s body, until her pussy was in front of Kamster’s face.

”Eat me,” she said, then pressed her pussy against Kamster’s face.

Kamster began to lick, her tongue running up and down the red, dripping lips of Amy’s pussy that peeked out from between her black pubic hair, sucking and licking her clit as Amy pressed herself against Kamster’s face, panting and moaning and saying “That feels so fucking good!” which made Kamster pump her hips on the dildo even harder, loving the taste of Amy’s pussy, but also loving being the center of attention as the men in the room stroked their dicks and watched.

Amy’s face was red, and her eyes were open, but unseeing as her hands gripped Kamster’s and began humping her mouth whispering “Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” over and over until she she shivered and came hard on Kamster’s tongue, and then kind of collapsed into her, their sweaty flesh pressed together for a moment of afterglow. Then Amy kissed Kamster, and made her way back to her seat, gathering her clothes, getting high fives from the men as she went back to her chair.

The men in the room were stroking and moaning. One or two of them had cum, but their cocks were still hard as the manager stood up again.

“And now for the winner of the most expensive models sold,” he announced, “Phil, come up come up and get your prize.”

The old, fat man stood up, still slowly pumping his huge, had cock, and smiled as he walked toward Kamster.

”What a wonderful prize,” he said as he approached her.