Screwed by the bunny girl mixologist
How I was used to make a cream cocktail
I couldn’t take my eyes off Melanie, the mixologist, as she rattled ice in her cocktail shaker. I couldn’t help imagining how good it would feel to have her shaking my cock with that hand action.
She had been hired by my folks for their summer garden pool party, and she really suited that bunny girl costume. Her boobs looked as if they’d burst out any minute, and I was staying close to the bar in case they needed catching.
She had made me a Harvey Wallbanger, a Rehheaded Slut and a Creamy Sex on the Beach.
“Better make it a club soda this time,” I said at last as the guests slowly took their leave. I was feeling more than a little drunk.
“Are you sure, sir? I finish in five minutes, so how about finishing off with A Slow Screw Against the Wall?” she said, giving me the sexiest wink I’ve ever had directed at me. “Or maybe something a bit more inventive!”
So, soon after she bid farewell to my folks, we took a couple of glasses, some booze, ice and a cocktail shaker, and we went round the back of the pool house. There, in the moonlight, she prepared another drink. After wanking me until I had a great dollop of pre-cum, she shoved my cock into the shaker and shook it about so it mixed with the spirits she had already put in.
“Are we going to drink that now?” I asked, almost panting with lust.
“Not until after we’ve fucked, sir.”
So we did. Much slower than I wanted against the pool house wall. And after she’d fucked my brains out, she again shoved my cock into the shaker and gave it more of her swirling about treatment.
“I need every bit of pussy juice and your cream in there,” she said, milking my cock into the shaker. Then she pulled my dick out and sucked and licked it and my balls, before she shook up a frothy cocktail in the shaker. She poured it into the two iced glasses.
As she started wanking me back to hardness, she raised her glass. “To my new cocktail, Pussy that got the Cream.”
“I’ll drink to that,” I said, quaffing mine just as she raised a shapely fishnet clad leg and shoved my cock back into her natural cock shaker.
“Great idea, sir. I’ll re-mix and fix,” she said as she started squeezing my balls as we fucked. “You just cum and give me more cream.”
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