30-06-2019, 01:23 PM
Anuja lifted the glass to her lips, sipped the drink, took an ice-cube in her mouth and then, setting the glass on the counter, bent forward and slipped her lips around the man's thick penis.
"Oh fuck yes!" the man gasped, his belly sucking sharply inwards, his head snapping up, his mouth jerking open. "Oh yes! C'mon ... suck it, you whoring bitch! Take it!"
Anuja loved it when they talked dirty to her. It turned her and made her feel like the whore she was, not the *memsahib* she was forced to be. The man's uncircumcised cock was satisfyingly large, at least nine inches long and correspondingly thick, with a bulging cock-head and heavy, low balls.
She cupped his balls now, squeezing tenderly as she took his cock deeper in her mouth, deftly swirling her tongue and the slowly melting ice-cube around his cock-head. The sensation was exquisite, and overpowering.
The man groaned desperately as the heat surged in his loins, clamouring for release. Anuja moaned deep in her throat and sucked harder.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck uh yeh oh yes baby yes! Suck it! Suck it good, bitch! Suck it! Suck my cock, you frigging whore! Suck it harder! Ahhhhhhh yes ... that's it ... ohhh fuck that's good ... yeh ... c'mon ... do it again ... here's some more ice!"
The man's name was Tony and he was a barman at the hotel. Anuja noticed him one afternoon as she swam lazily around the pool, attending the sunken bar in the pool.
She noticed his eyes following her and played up to him, floating on her back so that he had an unobstructed view of her breasts swelling through the microscopic strips of the bikini bra, and of her crotch, mostly exposed under the tight, sharply cut bikini panties that barely covered her mons.
She waited till he was alone at the bar, without any guests on the submerged barstools and his assistant taking a break. Then she drifted over to the bar and pulled herself up onto a stool.
"Yes, ma'am, what can I do for you?" he smiled.
Quite a lot, I hope, she thought to herself. Fuck me. For starters. He really was very dishy. He had a clean-shaven, handsome face, dark and tanned and his body, under the casual tunic of the beach resort, looked solid and muscular.
His shoulders were brought, his chest deep and wide, his belly hard and flat. His torso was V-shaped and his waist was high and narrow. He wore a patterned short-sleeved shirt and long shorts.
She noticed how sturdy his legs were. There was a plastic name-tag on his breast pocket and she read his name with a quick flick of her eyes. She smiled prettily at him.
"Something to drink. Long, tall, lots of ice."
"A cocktail?"
"No, something soft."
"All right, give me a minute. I've got just the thing for you."
I bet you do, she thought. "I hope it's without alcohol."
"In its original form, no. But I've got a substitute. Tell you what, I'll mix you both and you decide."
"Fine."
She watched as he busied himself with bottles and glasses and ice and a shaker and a mixer. He poured out two gorgeous looking drinks into tall glasses with plenty of crushed ice and superbly garnished with a cherry each and a twist of orange rind.
The drinks were a delicate green, fresh and summery.
"Which is which?" she asked.
"You tell me," he said, his eyes twinkling, his bright, even teeth flashing. "Let's see if you can guess right."
She sipped one drink. It was delicious, just the right blend of sweetness and a tangy sour-lemon flavour, with a delicate aroma and a gentle fruity aftertaste.
"Now the other." He pushed the second glass across the table.
She sipped it and frowned. She couldn't tell which had alcohol. Perhaps both. Perhaps neither. She sipped each again. Tony laughed softly.
"This one's better," she said, sipping from one of the drinks through a bent straw, swirling the umbrella swizzle stick. "The other one has alcohol."
Tony laughed. "Sorry, ma'am. It's the other way around. That one has the alcohol, the other's got fruit juice."
Anuja lifted her eyes in surprise. She had no palate for alcohol.
"This is excellent," she said. "I've never tasted such a wonderful drink."
"Thank you, ma'am," he murmured.
"You're a genius, Tony!"
"I like this work. Don't often get it."
She looked at him with the straw in her pursed lips, her head bent, her eyes raised, flashing merrily.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"It's not a permanent job. Seasonal. I get called during summer. The other times they have a professional barman."
"You're pretty professional."
"The hotel doesn't think so."
"Idiots."
"My thoughts precisely."
"So what do you when you're not doing this?"
She plucked a cherry from the drink and held it, impaled on its little stem, between her lips, ran her tongue around its smooth, silky contours. It was an unmistakably wanton, lascivious gesture and he didn't miss it, though his expression didn't change.
She waited for his answer, watching him watch her, and whipped the cherry rapidly with her pointed tongue, then slowly sucked it into her mouth and rolled it around over and under her tongue.
"Oh fuck yes!" the man gasped, his belly sucking sharply inwards, his head snapping up, his mouth jerking open. "Oh yes! C'mon ... suck it, you whoring bitch! Take it!"
Anuja loved it when they talked dirty to her. It turned her and made her feel like the whore she was, not the *memsahib* she was forced to be. The man's uncircumcised cock was satisfyingly large, at least nine inches long and correspondingly thick, with a bulging cock-head and heavy, low balls.
She cupped his balls now, squeezing tenderly as she took his cock deeper in her mouth, deftly swirling her tongue and the slowly melting ice-cube around his cock-head. The sensation was exquisite, and overpowering.
The man groaned desperately as the heat surged in his loins, clamouring for release. Anuja moaned deep in her throat and sucked harder.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck uh yeh oh yes baby yes! Suck it! Suck it good, bitch! Suck it! Suck my cock, you frigging whore! Suck it harder! Ahhhhhhh yes ... that's it ... ohhh fuck that's good ... yeh ... c'mon ... do it again ... here's some more ice!"
The man's name was Tony and he was a barman at the hotel. Anuja noticed him one afternoon as she swam lazily around the pool, attending the sunken bar in the pool.
She noticed his eyes following her and played up to him, floating on her back so that he had an unobstructed view of her breasts swelling through the microscopic strips of the bikini bra, and of her crotch, mostly exposed under the tight, sharply cut bikini panties that barely covered her mons.
She waited till he was alone at the bar, without any guests on the submerged barstools and his assistant taking a break. Then she drifted over to the bar and pulled herself up onto a stool.
"Yes, ma'am, what can I do for you?" he smiled.
Quite a lot, I hope, she thought to herself. Fuck me. For starters. He really was very dishy. He had a clean-shaven, handsome face, dark and tanned and his body, under the casual tunic of the beach resort, looked solid and muscular.
His shoulders were brought, his chest deep and wide, his belly hard and flat. His torso was V-shaped and his waist was high and narrow. He wore a patterned short-sleeved shirt and long shorts.
She noticed how sturdy his legs were. There was a plastic name-tag on his breast pocket and she read his name with a quick flick of her eyes. She smiled prettily at him.
"Something to drink. Long, tall, lots of ice."
"A cocktail?"
"No, something soft."
"All right, give me a minute. I've got just the thing for you."
I bet you do, she thought. "I hope it's without alcohol."
"In its original form, no. But I've got a substitute. Tell you what, I'll mix you both and you decide."
"Fine."
She watched as he busied himself with bottles and glasses and ice and a shaker and a mixer. He poured out two gorgeous looking drinks into tall glasses with plenty of crushed ice and superbly garnished with a cherry each and a twist of orange rind.
The drinks were a delicate green, fresh and summery.
"Which is which?" she asked.
"You tell me," he said, his eyes twinkling, his bright, even teeth flashing. "Let's see if you can guess right."
She sipped one drink. It was delicious, just the right blend of sweetness and a tangy sour-lemon flavour, with a delicate aroma and a gentle fruity aftertaste.
"Now the other." He pushed the second glass across the table.
She sipped it and frowned. She couldn't tell which had alcohol. Perhaps both. Perhaps neither. She sipped each again. Tony laughed softly.
"This one's better," she said, sipping from one of the drinks through a bent straw, swirling the umbrella swizzle stick. "The other one has alcohol."
Tony laughed. "Sorry, ma'am. It's the other way around. That one has the alcohol, the other's got fruit juice."
Anuja lifted her eyes in surprise. She had no palate for alcohol.
"This is excellent," she said. "I've never tasted such a wonderful drink."
"Thank you, ma'am," he murmured.
"You're a genius, Tony!"
"I like this work. Don't often get it."
She looked at him with the straw in her pursed lips, her head bent, her eyes raised, flashing merrily.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"It's not a permanent job. Seasonal. I get called during summer. The other times they have a professional barman."
"You're pretty professional."
"The hotel doesn't think so."
"Idiots."
"My thoughts precisely."
"So what do you when you're not doing this?"
She plucked a cherry from the drink and held it, impaled on its little stem, between her lips, ran her tongue around its smooth, silky contours. It was an unmistakably wanton, lascivious gesture and he didn't miss it, though his expression didn't change.
She waited for his answer, watching him watch her, and whipped the cherry rapidly with her pointed tongue, then slowly sucked it into her mouth and rolled it around over and under her tongue.
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