“Of course I’m up for it, Sir,” she purrs, those big boobs jiggling ever so slightly. “Just tell me what to do.” My cock goes stiff, and my mouth waters, desperate to get inside her. I smile, trying to conceal my arousal.
“It’s easy, sweetheart. Dip your tits in my glass, and then I’ll suck the alcohol off you, sweetheart. It’s the best way to enjoy a drink, bar none,” is my wicked command.
Gemma stares at me with big brown eyes. Her mouth opens as if she’s going to protest, but then it snaps shut once more. Atta girl.
“Of course,” she says in a soft voice while putting down her tray. “I’m happy to do your bidding, Sir.”
I’m proud of this woman. She sees straight to the finish line, and knows what it takes. Good. Slowly, she picks up the glass.
“Let’s make things easy,” I rumble. “I’ll hold it while you dip.”
Her eyes grow wide again, but she nods. “Here,” I say, holding the tumbler in mid-air with a steady hand. “Push your breast into the amber liquid, sweetheart, and then pull it out so I can taste.”
Her cheeks flush and eyes flare, but she nods and takes her right breast in one hand. Slowly, she leans forward, squeezing her creamy flesh and angling it towards the glass. Then she dips it ever so slightly into the bourbon, gasping a bit at the cold liquid, before pulling back with the honey running off her breast.
I don’t hesitate. In the next second, I lean forward and seize her nipple with my mouth, the fiery taste of the alcohol bursting against my tongue alongside the heavenly taste of her breast. She’s hard and ready, moaning slightly as she pushes further into my mouth.
“That’s good,” I growl. “I like a girl who likes it.”
Gemma throws her head back and sighs, running her fingers through my hair.
“Mr. Carmichael,” she breathes. “Oh my god. This is so bad. Oh my god, what waitress does this?”
I ignore her words, merely suckling harder. My hands creep up her thigh, stroking that soft flesh. Shit, she’s curvy everywhere and I can’t wait to see these legs parted as I own her tender, steaming pussy.
Suddenly, her voice overhead interrupts my filthy thoughts.
“I thought I was supposed to stop by your office earlier. Why did you cancel it?” she murmurs.
What? Why is she talking about this now? But I lean back for a moment, popping her tit out of my mouth. I hold the tumbler up again, and obligingly, she dips her left breast into the whiskey this time.
“Because I wanted to do this at the bar,” I rasp while licking up and down her pink nipple. The alcohol is excellent, but it’s made even better by the sweet taste of her flesh. “You know, to evaluate how good you are on the job,” I rasp.
She giggles slightly even as her breath catches again.
“I hope I’m up to the task,” she murmurs. “After all, the Club is paying a pretty penny.”
I nod, even while gently tracing her areola with my tongue. She sighs again, her legs going weak, and I chuckle deep in my throat.
“We are, and we expect you to earn every cent,” I say in a deep rasp. “Turn around, baby girl. I also like getting my whiskey from a different spot.”
Her eyes fly open then, and her big boobs bounce as she inhales sharply. There’s no doubt what I’m saying. I want to taste the alcohol from her snatch, and Gemma knows it.
But just like before, the beautiful girl is aware of her position, and the role she needs to play. Judging from her secret smile and the hardness of her tips, I’m guessing that she likes it too. Sure enough, she spins around on her heels, and slowly angles her legs so that they’re shoulder-width apart.
“Bend over, sweetheart,” I growl, but my direction isn’t necessary. She already knows what needs to be done. Slowly, that narrow back drops forwards, and her skirt begins riding up her thighs. Inch after inch of creamy flesh is revealed, and my mouth waters at this delectable sight. Sure enough, the slight mound of her pussy comes into view, and then higher and higher until that steaming slit is presented before me.
Oh god, she’s so beautiful. Immediately my dick hardens and the need to pound into her is overwhelming. But that’s no way to treat a new girl on the job, so instead, I merely inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of aroused pussy.
“You’re gorgeous, Gemma,” is my low rumble. “Absolutely enticing.”
To my satisfaction, her pussy visibly plumps a bit, swelling before my eyes. A small bead of liquid gathers at her hole before rolling downwards towards her clit.
“Do you think so?” she breathes, looking at me from over her shoulder. “What do you like about it?”