A little long, I got a bit carried away, I guess! I hope you enjoy the Nude Day offering - feel free to leave a vote and a comment! And of course, any similarity between actual people and events are purely coincidental! ;-)
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This is a tale from back in the day, I was quite a bit younger, in my twenties. Going to graduate school, I spent the summer bartending at a country club. Everything from large parties, events to staffing members parties at their homes to tending to the different bars in the club. We had several, a formal bar which required "suitable dress", a smaller casual bar that overlooked the river that ran through the town and a sports bar for the golfers.
One night it was just myself and a regular members' wife Deborah and she was getting really hammered. She liked vodka martinis with a twist of lemon and occasionally a gimlet. Close to our closing time, and after a couple of her regular drinks she called me over and said "You know what I'd like? I want a dirty martini."
I replied "You mean one with olive juice, not vermouth, right?" and picked up a glass to prepare the drink.
She looks at me with a grin and says "No... a really dirty martini. I want it made with vodka and a special ingredient...cum. Semen. Sperm. You know... And I'd like to watch you jack off into the glass. Could you do that for me?"
Now, I had served this woman a number of times. Sometimes with her husband there, but usually alone. We had chatted some, she asked about college, what I was studying, the usual discussions. Occasionally current topics, small talk, but this was a first. I was a little shocked, but figured we were the only ones there, so why not... maybe... "So, let me get this straight. You want a martini, Made with vodka and... my cum? And you want me to masturbate...jack off for you?"
"Yup. That's pretty much the idea. Think you can do that for me? We're the only ones around, I doubt anyone will be coming in this late. How about it? Show me that cock of yours... Let me see it squirt. Then let me taste it. You know I'm a big tipper." She had a slight slur to her words, but the look in her eyes was stone cold sober. A crooked smile spread across her face as she looked at me for a response.
I smiled back. What the fuck...I probably would jack off when I got home, it always helped me unwind after a long shift. I unzipped and rubbed myself some through my shorts then undid my pants and pulled out my cock as it went from soft to firm and started to grow and point more to the ceiling. Stroking steadily, rubbing up and down the shaft, paying attention to the head as it engorged and got harder and harder.
Deborah looked on, both elbows on the bar. "Mmmmm. That's the show I've been wanting. As the old saying goes, 'a hard man is good to find.' You like being watched? Because I'm enjoying seeing you stroke that dick." She sipped the last of her regular martini and held out the empty glass. "Hurry along, Mama needs a refill. And that fresh cum is just what she needs."
Her gaze provided just the incentive needed to get me over the edge and I took her empty glass and stroked a few more times. My cock spasmed and shot first one and then several more hot streams of thick white jizz into the glass....a nice hot load in the traditional stemmed martini glass. Some drizzled down the side. I poured the vodka in a shaker with some ice, shook it and poured the chilled spirit into a fresh glass. With a flourish I added a dash of cum..... A white glob swam in the vodka. "You want any garnish? Lemon peel?"
"No, I'll drink this one just as it is. Mmmm....delicious to watch you 'whip it up'. You have a real flair." She picked up the glass and sipped. Then held the glass up to the light, brought it down and drained it. She smacked her lips and let out a satisfied "Ahhh." And presented the glass for a refill. "That tasted like... more." It was fucking hot to watch her drink it down! My cum and she was drinking it.
My pants and shorts were around my ankles, but I didn't bother to pull them up, I just stood behind the bar. Even if someone did come in, they couldn't see anything. I figured it was her show. Let her watch my cock shrink down. And watch she did. As I shook another round, my cock bounced and a smile came to her lips. She took the second drink and savored it a bit more. "This is quite good. A little salty. Quite nice, actually." We didn't talk more, just watched each other. I would never want to be in a staring contest with her, her brown eyes stared right through me. Even when she sipped, her eyes were on mine. She finished the drink and reached for the glass that held the remainder of my load, held it up, knocked it back and then licked the last from the glass. I felt a stirring from my cock as she swallowed my cum before me, staring into my eyes.
She shifted a bit and got up to leave. "I'll order that again.... I'll ask for my 'special reserve', okay?" She left $100 for a $10 tab, so I figured it had been a good night's work. I began the closing checklist, cleaned things up and locked the club for the night. It was a nice night, so I drove home with the windows down and a big smile on my face. A good night's work, indeed.
Deborah called a couple days later and said "I'm coming in tonight, have my 'special reserve' on hand, please...." No long conversation, she was just placing an advance order.
I decided to 'fill the order' and I jacked off that afternoon and kept a small bottle of white cum behind the bar. I couldn't help but think about the experience a few evenings before, just the two of us at the bar, me masturbating, her gaze. Seemed to help me produce a nice supply for her new favorite ingredient.
That night I was at the casual bar when I saw Deborah come into the club for dinner. To my dismay, she showed up with her husband and another couple! The foursome was seated at a table in the dining room, just in my line of sight. She got up and came up to the bar which happened to be on the way to the women's lounge and leans over to say to me "I told my friend about the special drink...she wants to try one, too."
I was dying... I had not anticipated her having company and her husband as well. If he caught on, I could get my ass fired. Or worse. I vaguely recalled that he was a local attorney with more than a little clout. But I told her "Certainly... I will put them in a different...not clear...glass...but I will specially prepare them for you."
She winks and goes on the lounge. A bit later, the server from the dining room comes up and orders a scotch, a gin and tonic and 2 'special reserves'. Sherry was a summer staff like me, and we often worked the same shifts. "It's for the Forsythes', she, Deb, said you'd know what it was... What's her latest 'poison'? Anything good? If it is, turn me on to it."
I chuckled. "No, it's some ingredient she heard about and said it is all the rage. She said it's an acquired taste. I haven't had the guts to taste it, myself." I didn't lie. I hadn't tasted my own cum. But in all honesty, it had made me a little curious and I wouldn't mind giving Sherry a taste. Right from the source, if you know what I mean. But I busied myself and Sherry walked off while I prepped the drinks. She came back and whisked the tray off to the table.
I watched as the group took the drinks and saw Deborah propose a toast. Glasses clinked and sips taken. I couldn't help but notice her looking in my direction with a sly smile. I was glad I had a big load... the table ended up having six specials! On the way out she came by with her friend.... "This is Nancy. She absolutely loved the drink! She wants to know how they are made... I thought maybe you could show her some time... Come along Nancy, we must follow the boys." and left!
I was like "Oh fuck. These 40-50 year old cougars are fucking cum sluts! They want my cum!"... but hey, why not, right?
Deb, the members wife called the club again and said she and the other lady want to have a "ladies lunch" at her friends' house, and they want me to bartend and serve. We did that all the time...small house parties, lunches, teas.... She set it up with the manager, and tells him that I should be the person, and to tell me to bring her special reserve. My manager comes to me with the order and goes "What the fuck is that?"
I made up a story on the spot. "It's bitters and grenadine, you know how these old biddies like that fruity crap... I just sold it when she asked me for something different one night." He bought it and gave me the order of what to take, when and the address.