I went to the bar and pulled out the mixing book. Now that I had a clue of what I was doing, I found the recipe, which wasn’t difficult, only three ounces of gin and half an ounce of vermouth in a shaker. Once I had the booze ready to go, I added ice to the shaker and shook it around for a few seconds. I checked, and Stormy was still watching me as I poured the mix into one of the tumblers, hoping I wouldn’t lose points for not having a martini glass or garnish. When I turned back to Stormy, he was still staring, and my cock jerked as heat coiled in my gut. I didn’t have any fancy napkins or extras, so I took the martini over to him as it was, holding my breath the whole way because I’d accidentally overfilled the glass. I was horrified at the prospect of what he might do if I made a mess right now.
Once I was at his side, I tried to hand the glass to him, but he didn’t take it. He pouted his lips at me, and I moaned. “Is this any way to apologize, Pookie? I want service.”
My face heated and I felt lower than the nonexistent dirt on the floor. “How, Mister?”
Stormy tapped his lips. I leaned forward and held the tumbler out. He laughed.
“I prefer a softer container.” He leaned up and tapped my lips. “Sit beside me.”
Still watching him because I wasn’t one-hundred-percent certain he meant what I thought he meant, I settled onto the cushion in the same spot I’d been trapped earlier by Vane and sipped the martini. Pine sap andblechcoated my tongue—gin wasn’t my favorite—but the way Stormy’s eyes lit up made this worth it. I leaned forward with the drink in my mouth, and Stormy met me halfway. His lips were gentle as he touched them to mine. I felt clumsy as I tried to seal my mouth to his and then parted my lips. With the first mouthful, about half made it to him, and he chuckled as he sat back, wiping at his dripping chin. He glanced down at the dots of alcohol on his shirt and shorts and sucked on his fingers. My cock gave a hopeful throb of anticipation and I curled forward, the breath knocked out of me.
“Keep going, Pookie.” He winked as he gave his forefinger one last lick.
We finished the drink that way, his soft, warm lips sucking at mine, and the entire experience was a wonderful torture. I spilled as much as he drank, and when we were done, Stormy laughed and stood, stripping off his shorts.
“Oh God, you’re perfect, Mister,” I murmured.
He ducked his head and a small, pleased smile settled onto his lips as he waved his hard cock at me.
“Finish apologizing to your Mister.”
I froze as he walked closer to me and lightly tapped his dick against the side of my face. Then he slapped my cheek harder.
“Really?”
He snickered. “Yeah, really. What lesson did we learn tonight, Pookie? It extends to lots of things.” My mind blanked and I panicked as he cupped my chin. “Shh. It’s nothing difficult. Think.”
All at once my brain kicked over, like the engine on an old clunker. “Mister, how do you want it?”
He stroked himself a couple of times, smearing precum along his shaft and making his skin shiny and beautiful. “Fast. I thought about you all day in that apron. I work with hockey players. You know how good they look? It was thinking aboutyouhere that got me hard, though. Not them.”
“Really?” My cock flexed and a deep pleasure shot through the root of me into my core.
Yes,” he hissed, toying with the flared bell of his cock.
I opened wide and sucked him in, happy tingles racing through my stomach as his fat flesh forced my lips wide. The soft throb of his cockhead on my tongue made me want to do this forever. I closed my eyes and bobbed and sucked for all I was worth. I wanted to please him, was sorry I’d upset him. I grasped his toned thighs and stroked the skin from his hips down to the tops of those sexy fucking socks and moaned around each salty burst that hit the tip of my tongue. He grabbed my hair and held me still as he fucked my face, and I gagged as he hammered the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he said and pulled out a bit. His cockhead throbbed on my tongue and then I was swallowing down his cream, sucking and licking and trying my best to eat it all. The taste was like a drug and I wanted more. I sucked at his tip and wrapped my fist around my cock, but he stepped back, dragging himself from between my lips. I tried to follow him, but he shoved me. The next thing I knew, he bent and slapped the back of my hand so hard it stung. I dropped my dick and whimpered. “Why, Mister?”
“Lie down. You’re still not forgiven for your little outburst.”
“Fuck, I want it,” I grumbled, and he laughed as he stood there with his hands on his hips. I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice, except to cooperate, and I lay back along the couch cushions. I wriggled around until I was comfortable, and then he confused me as he stalked over beside my head. He seemed very pleased with himself as he planted his knees in the cushion on either side of my face. I had a perfect view of his heavy balls. My dick ached and precum trickled down my shaft, cooling on my hot skin and driving me crazy. I rocked my hips.
“Aw, well, Pookie, those are the fucking breaks if you don’t listen to your Mister. When I’m hard again, maybe I’ll forgive you. Get that tongue ready. I want it in me. Shoot for the impossible dream, try to reach my p-spot.” He moved back so he could look down on me and his dick was in my face. I stuck my tongue out and managed to lap at the soft skin of his left ball.
“Ass eating isn’t on my resumé.”
“It is now. Or shall I arrange something more menial as a punishment?”
My stomach melted and went nuclear hot. “No, Mister. Anything you want, Mister.”
“That’s what I fucking thought.” He lowered his perfect ass down onto my face and I lapped into his crack. I kissed his cheeks and nuzzled his balls. He let out a happy sigh, and I wondered if I could get away with jerking off while I did this. I loved the way he smelled like a whiff of cum, and it made me really want to dump mine. I nuzzled my nose against his taint and licked the very bottom of his crack.
“Use your hands,” he said. “Now.”
“Yes, Mister,” I mumbled as a thrill streaked through me, and I flexed my ass and lifted off the couch. A deep pleasure throbbed in the root of my dick and had me flexing again as I spread him open and licked at his hole for the first time. He tasted clean, and I moaned. My cock felt like it was as big as the rest of my body, crazy huge, and I was frantic as he pressed down against my face. I flexed and rocked and my cockhead slapped against my abs.
Even though I could breathe, for a few seconds I felt smothered by the weight of his balls on my face and his asscheeks resting against me. I licked and tried to wriggle my tongue into his tight hole and strained my groin higher into the air. I flexed my ass and gasped as another hot streak of pleasure sank deep into my gut when Stormy put more of his weight on my face.
