by Krissy V
Hunter
Mixology
Krissy V
Copyright © 2017 by Krissy V
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Dedication
For all the Tom Cruise in Cocktail fans out there.
Contents
Prologue
1. Blow Job
2. Cocksucking Cowboy
3. Slippery Nipple
4. Screaming Orgasm
5. Sloe Comfortable Screw
6. Sex On The Beach
7. Happy Ending
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Prologue
I am trashed. Totally and utterly fucked. I need to stop drinking as I can’t really see much of what is going on around me. My bed is beckoning me. Stumbling around the lounge, I look for Grace, but I can’t see her. She must be waiting for me upstairs.
There are bodies everywhere. Some of them have passed out and I know I will find them in the same place tomorrow when I’m eventually able to climb out of bed. I love University parties. They’re crazy fun. Everyone gets absolutely trollied and has a fantastic time. No one cares what state they’re going to be in the next day. College life is living the dream.
Staggering up to my room, I see some more people laid on the stairs, kissing each other. I think I just saw a couple who were attempting to have sex on the stairs. Looks interesting; I might have to suggest that to Grace one night when we’re on our own.
Finding my bedroom, I grab hold of the door handle and open the door with a flourish, expecting to see Grace in bed waiting for me. What I see, however, is Grace in bed, but not waiting for me. She is laid on top of the bed naked and she’s trying to undress another guy and drag him down on top of her.
I see RED. My head starts throbbing, my eyes glaze over and I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my ears. I just want to punch whoever the fuck is leaning over Grace right now.
“What the fuck is going on here? Grace, what are you doing? I don’t fucking believe you.” I stumble into the room, feeling a lot more sober than when I opened the door.
Grabbing the guy who is standing by the bed, I yank him around to face me.
When I see who it is, I almost collapse on the floor.
“What the fuck, Coop?” I shout in his face.
“This is not what it seems like, Hunter. You have seriously got the wrong end of the stick.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re meant to be my best friend and that is my girlfriend, not yours.” I swing for him and knock him flat on the ground. Then I jump on top of him and keep punching him. I don’t want to stop until he is dead. I’m angry, hurt and feel so let down. Coop and I have been friends for years. We were so happy when we got our results at school and realised that could go to the same University. It just made the whole University experience so much better.
Eventually someone hears the commotion and comes into my bedroom and drags me off him.
“Get the fuck out of here! Get out of my life and take that piece of trash with you.” I shout, pointing at Grace. “I don’t want to see either of you ever again. I don’t even know who you are anymore and I don’t fucking care. You mean nothing to me, neither of you.”
He leaves the room and Grace tries to make me look at her. “Hunter, I love you! I don’t know what happened. I was laid on the bed waiting for you and he came in and started touching me. I didn’t do anything, I promise.”
“Get the fuck out, Grace. I don’t share and I never take sloppy seconds. I can’t believe you betrayed me like this. I NEVER want to see you again. Fuck off!”
Dragging her out of the bed, I throw her clothes at her and almost push her out of the room.
Slamming the door behind the two of them, I throw myself down on the bed. If I never see either of them again in my lifetime, it will be too soon.
I swear to myself that I will never get into the position of loving someone and trusting another woman in my life. I intend to stay single and ready to mingle forever. I have my family and don’t need anyone else. I’m going to look out for number one from now on. No one will ever be able to hurt me again.
Chapter One
Blow Job
1/2oz Baileys, ½ Oz Kahlua, Whipped Cream On Top
I hate my job, I really do. I have to serve cocktails to beautiful women all night. All I want to do is fuck them all night long, but I only get to take one home. Except for that one time....
Anyway, I can't dwell on that night because I need to live in the here and now.
Tonight is the first of our singles nights. Everyone thinks this is done for our customers, but if the customers don't pull anyone then we get to take them home... or the bathroom... or the cellar. You get the picture, right?
So, this is the outline of the night’s activities. They come in, register, and get a free signature cocktail. Then they mingle and get more free cocktails. Well, they're not really free as they have to pay a registration fee, but they think they're free and that’s what counts.
Tonight’s cocktail is actually called a "Blow Job,” which is technically a quick shot for most people, but my signature speciality of Bailey’s, amaretto, and whipped cream is not one that goes down the hatch very quickly. Actually, the slower the better.
"Are you ready, Hunter?" Eddie asks as I'm wiping down the bar. Eddie is one of the barmen who works in Mixology. He’s been here since we opened and was my best mate at school.
"As always, mate!" I smile. The anticipation of all these single women is making me. I can't wait to see who comes through the door. "I have everything in order and ready to go in the cocktail booth. All we need now is the sexy ladies!"
He laughs. "That's all you think of - your cock!"
"Too right, Ed. What else is there to think of?"
He shakes his head. He's married and is no longer my wingman. "What about everlasting love? Feeling protective of someone and not wanting to be apart from them?"
I laugh. "Does that really exist?"
"Yeah. That's how I feel about Cindy. When I met her, I thought she was a one night stand, but she was like a drug. Now I hate being apart from her," he says, shaking his head.
"That's never gonna happen to me, mate. Not when I've got pussy on tap here.” I hold my hands up to show him how much I’ve got. “No way!"
"Are you two ready?" Ainsley shouts as she stands at the door, ready to open up to the long queue of singletons outside. Ainsley is my sister and she manages Mixology so I can create the cocktails. She can be a little bit of a tyrant, but I love her.
Even though Mixology is my bar, my family makes it. Looking around the place, I see Skylar, my youngest brother, with his laptop, ready to beat out the tunes; Keaton, my closest brother, is manning the main bar with Ed; Zac, the middle brother, is at the door, ready to attack if anyone steps out of line, and Ainsley is staring at me, waiting for my thumbs up.
Smiling at her, I hold my thumbs up so she knows to open the doors and let the customers in.
Two hours later, we already know the night has been a success. The ladies are drunk, the men are prowling, and I’ve got a pocket full of phone numbers. One lady in particular has caught my attention - Bianca.
"Hey, Bianca," I say, looking at her name badge. When the customers register, they have to wear a name badge to make it easier to talk to each other. "How's your evening? Seen any men that tickle your fancy?" I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
"Yeah, definitely," she says, licking her lips, staring
at me.
"How about I give you a Mixology special Blow Job? It's tonight's special cocktail... but with a twist," I say, looking her up and down.
She has long blonde hair, a sexy figure all trussed up in a red patent dress, and I'd safely say she's not a virgin. She looks at me through her lashes and says, "I want one of your special Blow Jobs."
Grinning, I know it will be more than just her who wants one when they see what I have to offer.
"Coming right up, babe." Mixing the shot, I take my top off, to her complete surprise. Her eyes open wider and I hope her legs will open like that for me later.
Climbing up on the bar, Keaton starts cheering and Ed rolls his eyes. Lying down, I know everyone is watching what is unfolding on the cocktail bar.
"I think I'm going to like this," she says, licking her lips.
"I know you are, but not as much as I am!" I say gruffly.
I put the shot in between my legs as her eyes open wide. She slowly lifts her head from my crotch to my face and her eyes change colour, they become hooded and then they sparkle. She smiles at me and then licks her lips. She wants me.
"Take it, babe. Show me what you're gonna do to me later."
After being lifted on the bar by Keaton, she puts her hands on either side of my thighs and I can feel the heat radiating off them. She then, very slowly, leans down and starts licking the shot.
"Babe, don't spill any on my trousers. The aim is that you get the shot all drunk before lifting the glass up. You've got to suck hard."
She gasps. "I can do that."
I really hope she can.
She leans down again and I can feel her hot mouth wrapped around the glass, touching my now erect cock.
She sucks really hard like she’s hoovering it up; it's really fucking sexy. When she's finished, she takes the glass in her mouth and lifts it up to a cheer from the watching crowd. Sitting up, I take the glass out of her mouth with mine and the bar goes even more mental. There are cheers and wolf whistles, and she blushed.
A wave of lust runs through me.
She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth as she had some cream left over. It’s really sexy and I can’t wait for her to wipe her mouth like that after I come down her throat.
Jumping back down behind the bar, everyone starts asking me for a Blow Job. I can't deny that it makes me feel good, but I don't do any more specials… that one was just for Bianca.
Feeling her watching me, I turn and face her. "When's your break, Hunter?” Everyone knows my name, so it doesn’t surprise me when she uses it.
I smile. "In twenty minutes, Biance. You gonna come with me?"
She nods her head while sucking her finger and drawing it out of her mouth with a loud ‘pop’. I can’t wait to sink my cock into her mouth so she can ‘pop’ it like that.
As I serve some more drinks, she waits at the end of the bar for me. There are a lot of gorgeous women in here tonight. Am I stupid just saving myself for one? I look over to Bianca, she smiles, and I know I’m making the right decision.
After twenty minutes, I shout over to Keaton, “I’m going for my break. Be back in …” I look over to Bianca, smile, and then say, “Back in half an hour.” Keaton follows my eyes and smiles back at me.
“I’ll cover for you. I’m sure there are a couple of ladies who want to see what I have to offer.” He walks over towards the cocktail booth. “Right, ladies. Are you ready for some fun, Keaton style?"
They all shout “yeah” and he laughs, turning around to make some shots for the ladies.
Walking over to Bianca, I grab her hand and pull her after me. This is going to be quick and hard. Taking her down the corridor past the toilets, I open the last door on the right. This is an office I use when Ainsley gets on my case about orders, taxes, and shit like that. She follows me in and I close the door and push her up against it.
Her breath catches. “So…” I say. “You like blow jobs then, huh?"
She nods.
“Tell me what you like?” I ask, while my hand is in her hair and pulling it so she has to look up at me.
“I love blow jobs and I want to give you one now.” She starts to slide down the door, but I pull her up again.
“My turn first. It’s my break and I’m hungry for your pussy.”
She smiles and widens her legs for me. I was right; she opens them freely.
Slowly, I work my way down her body, kissing down her neck then her collarbone. I pull one of her breasts free of her red dress and her nipple stands erect, teasing me. I take it into my mouth and suck it, then I bite it.
“Oh my God, Hunter,” she says, running her hands though my hair and pushing me further down her body.
Kneading her breast, I kiss up her inner thigh. Using my other hand, I run it up and under her knickers. Actually, scratch that - her thong. She’s wet and ready for me. I reluctantly leave her breast and use both hands to open her legs a little bit wider and then I use my fingers to open her lips. “Please… " she whispers.
I indulge her. I gently push my tongue along the inside of her lips until I reach her clit, then I start flicking and her body starts to tense under me.
“Relax,” I say into her core. Her body relaxes a little bit. I grin. I run one of my fingers along her lips and then slide it inside her pussy.
“God, you’re wet."
“I’ve been wet and ready since I took that drink off your cock,” she says in a husky voice that goes straight to my cock.
Pulling my finger out, I thrust two of them back inside and start finger fucking her. She squelches she’s that wet. I keep flicking her clit with my tongue and then when I start sucking it, she comes all over my fingers. That was a lot quicker than I thought it would be. I chuckle.
“Oh my God,” she says breathlessly.
I suck on her pussy and swallow down her cum. It tastes good; a little salty, but good. When she’s come down from her high, I slowly stand and kiss her so she can taste herself.
“My turn,” she says, sliding down the wall again. This time I let her.
She reaches out and grabs my belt to undo my zip and my shorts then she reaches in and releases my cock.
I’m proud of my cock, just so you know. It’s large, thick, and performs well.
“Hunter, the rumours about you are true. You are huge!"
“Stop talking and start sucking, babe. My break is nearly over."
She licks the end of my cock as there’s some pre-cum from when she came. I love the sound of a woman orgasming; it really turns me on. She grabs the base of my cock and slowly swallows it all. She must have been practising with an ice pop or something, because, God, she can deep throat. Not many woman can do it right, but I can feel my cock slide past her tongue and down into her throat.
“God, Bianca. That feels so good.” I push her head closer to my body. I hold her head in place, enjoying the sounds of her gulping and then I feel her head pull away so she can breathe. “You’re like a real life porn star.”
She smiles up at me and then resumes sucking and deep throating until I can’t take anymore.
“I’m going to come, so if you don’t want to swallow it, you better take it out of your mouth."
She looks up at me, smiles, and then opens her mouth wider. She takes the base of my cock and pushes it all in as far back as she can get it. My balls are touching her lips and she has her head tilted to take me all. I thrust slightly, knowing just that movement alone is going to make me jizz down her beautiful throat.
I pull back one last time and thrust in deep. She gulps and then I come deep in her throat. I hear her gulping again and I try to move backwards to let her breathe, but she digs her nails into my arse and keeps me in place until my cock has emptied everything it has down her throat. Then she pushes me away and I hear the big gasp of air she takes.
I lean down because I can see she’s exhausted. “That was the best blow job ever,” I say, kissing her lips.
When we stand, she wipes her mout
h like I hoped she would. I smile. She adjusts herself and straightens herself out and then I give her a quick kiss on the lips and leave. “I’ll see you later,” I say, smacking her on the arse. She squeals and then giggles.
Keaton sees me coming back from my break and smiles at me. We high five each other and he says, “I’m off on my break now. I’m getting a bit of what you just got.” He nods his head towards a little brunette at the end of the bar who is looking all doe-eyed at him.
I laugh and slap him on the shoulder. “Enjoy, but it won’t be as good as my break.”
He walks away, hooking his arm through the brunette’s, going in the same direction I just came from.
The rest of the night is a huge success, and when it’s time to slow things down, Skylar starts playing some slow songs. This is the moment when you see the once single people couple up … at least for tonight.
I see Bianca looking at me and shake my head. I have to work. Even though the singles night is nearly over, we have a lot of cleaning up to do before we can leave. She throws back another couple of shots and I feel a little guilty, but I never said I was available for a relationship. She is purely ‘fuck once’ material.
Skylar finishes the music and then starts to pack everything away. I see a cute little redhead with a pixie cut, watching him. She looks shy, but he doesn’t even notice her. I must mention it to him, because she looks like she’s his type.
Ainsley is busy asking everyone to leave and Zac is doing what he does best - intimidating everyone to leave. It’s very rare we get any trouble in here, Once they see him, they don’t hang around long enough to cause trouble.
Bianca is hanging around at the bar, waiting for me to finish. Everyone else has left except the brunette Keaton was with earlier. I sidle up to Bianca. "Hey. I have to finish up here, but if you can wait half an hour I'll make it worth your while." I wink at her.
