Nude Day at the Club

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.

I went to the house, her friend Nancy with the lunch pre made and I start serving the salads on the patio.... There was no one else in the house, just me and the two ladies. I served up the food and the two are whispering and giggling. Deb says to her friend, "Don't you want to see how that dirty martini gets made?"

The other lady, Nancy, perks up "Oh! Yes! I would love that.... be a dear and make us a couple of those special drinks, won't you?" I brought the drink cart over, essentially a rolling bar with the usual liquor and mixers and an assortment of glassware. I pulled out the bottle of cum I had prepared in advance out of my vest and started to uncap it.

Deb spoke up right away. "Oh, she deserves the good stuff, not that cold, stale stuff. She likes it fresh." Clearly she wants me to jack off for her and her friend.

I decided to play hard to get. "Are you sure? I'm not sure that is allowed... but I guess I can try...." While I was standing by the table stammering a little, Nancy reached over and began to rub my crotch. It didn't take long for a bulge to develop, and I gave in and whipped out my dick.

Deb offered the suggestion "The boy might need incentive so Nancy, why don't you keep rubbing him to get him good and hard. I think it is getting far to warm for what I wore today." She stood and undid the zipper of her sheath dress and let it fall to the patio floor revealing her naked body beneath. She sat back down and I swear she licked and smacked her lips as her friend stroked my hardened cock. Again, her gaze was directly into my eyes. The friend gave a nice hand job... a talented lady! I felt my cock respond and before long, it leaked a little and then began to give that feeling of an impending orgasm. I stiffened a little and Nancy worked her hand faster. With just a little warning in the form of a grunt and an arch of my back, I shot a load of fresh cum. I had had just enough time to secure a tumbler to catch the ropes of white discharge as I came. Nancy gave a little squeeze on my shaft and milked the last drops from the tip of my cock and let it drop on her hand. She lifted the hand to her mouth and licked the drops into her mouth.

I took the glass and turned to the cart, putting my dick pack into my pants and zipping up and pouring two glasses of vodka and proceeded to make two Cum-tinis. Silvery liquid with a white swath of my semen swimming in it. I figured the sperm in there died happy, drunk as could be. I served the drinks and a couple more. Nancy asked for the glass of cum and drizzles some on her fucking salad. Not only a drink mix, now it was a salad dressing. Meanwhile, like a good server, I stand off to the side and watch them get hammered and drink my cum! And I was getting paid for it.

As I cleared and began gathering the remnants of lunch and the drinks, a naked Deb had a question. "A question for you. And there is only one right answer, so think it over carefully." My mind raced a little and I felt my heart join it. What did she want now. A fucking test? I had always hated pop quizzes, and here was a big one. She stood up and both she and Nancy exchanged a look and then a stare in my direction. "So. From an etiquette standpoint, which of us do you fuck? As I said, there is only one correct and proper answer."

Proper answer? I rather doubted that there was one, but correct answer? I thought for a second and remembered some of the training our old club manager had given us. I hoped like hell he had been right and that he never knew I channeled him for this solution. "Given that Nancy, Mrs. Donnelson, is the hostess, the first offer should go to her. At her discretion, she would have several options. She could choose to take the, um, action herself, pass it to her guest -- you, Mrs. Forsythe or she could dismiss it entirely. I believe that would be the proper etiquette in situations such as this." I hoped I had sounded convincing because inside I was a little unsure. Frankly, these women scared me. F. Scott Fitzgerald was correct when he said "Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me."

The two women applauded from the table. Debs' breasts bounced as she clapped and both wore large smiles. Deb stopped and turned to her friend. "So, madame, as the hostess, what shall the decision be? Our young squire, our 'etiquettian' if there is such a term has provided an excellent protocol!" A rather surreal scene, one woman naked standing at the table, another clothed and seated and me in my white shirt, black vest and pants standing nearly at attention awaiting the orders. On the other hand, I was going to fuck someone, most likely. So, surreal with a good ending.

Nancy appeared to ponder the situation. I had the feeling that a decision had been made earlier and had only hinged on my making some reasonable attempt at an answer. They probably felt that putting it in a context such as this, it wasn't a scandal, but proper conduct. Whatever, I decided I didn't need to justify it for them. I was getting a nice chunk of change for very little work and getting laid to boot.

"I believe that I will pass on this opportunity, as delightful as it seems. I did have the pleasure of handling this fellows instrument and I think you will find it very enjoyable, Deborah." Nancy passed me off to her friend who looked eager to devour me.

Deb sized me up and down. "Why thank you, Nancy. I appreciate the fact that you warmed him up. I find that they usually last longer the second time around. Now David, let's have you remove those clothes and join me over here." She moved away from the table and toward a lounger on the patio. "This should serve us very well." Deb was in good shape, her breasts sagged some, a natural response to gravity and age, she had some 'pudge' and a nice bush that was trimmed but very full. I'd say she was 'doable', and in fact, barring a husband returning home or a lightning strike, I was going to do her.

I began to strip, removing my vest and shirt, putting them over a chair and then taking off my shoes, pants and shorts. Only my socks remained and those came off as well. Nancy remained at the table but was watching every movement. The lounge was only 10 feet away, so she would have a full view of the proceedings. I went to stand in front of Deb beside the lounger. She leaned in and whispered in my ear "I want you to fuck me. Give me a good ride and I want those hot juices sprayed deep inside me. Can you do that for me? Fill my pussy first with that nice cock and then with your cum." She went from my ear to a hard, deep kiss full on my mouth. I reached my arms around her and we tongued each other in a full embrace.

I lowered her down to the bench, one of her legs still on the patio tile and the other stretched out along the cushion. Her pink slit glistened slightly, clearly the idea of being naked and then fucked had gotten her wet. I moved to the top of her, my cock had responded nicely and was ready to pierce her.

I looked into her eyes, again her gaze locked on me. "Why don't you guide me in. Can you place my cock in your pussy, Deb? Take it inside, won't you?"

She smiled and I felt her hand wrap around my shaft and place the tip at her opening. I could feel the heat and the wetness. She moved with surprising agility and thrust her hips which drove my cock deep into her pussy. Or probably more correctly drove her cunt onto my dick. Either way, I felt her lips surround me and draw me in.

She had been right, having cum an hour before, I did last longer for this turn. I thrust and dove in deeper. Pulled back and moved in again. Clearly she was enjoying it, I felt her nails rake across my back and then slide down to my ass, pulling in as deep as it would go. We pumped like that for several moments. I leaned into her and whispered to her "Want to change? Like to do it doggy style? I think I can get in deeper from behind..."

I couldn't believe I was saying that, but her reply was a simple "Fuck yes!". She pushed me slightly away, we disengaged and she went to all fours on the lounger.

Nancy saw what was happening and let out a small cheer of encouragement. "Oh that is a wonderful pose, Deb. Give him the ride of his life." I thought I heard some applause, but I focused my dripping cock on her open hole. Her ass before me.

I moved behind her and grasped her hips and used one hand to place my tip at her opening. Having already been used, it gaped open to receive me. As I slid in, I felt her tighten her muscles to grasp my shaft and hold me tighter than I had expected. "Oh, you are a tight fuck Deb. You must need some regular action to loosen that up." Again I thought, 'did I just say that out loud'? But I returned to holding her hips and focused on driving my cock in and out of her twat. The pink lips turning redder and wetter with the friction and attention.

"Don't worry about the future action I might need, fuck me hard now, boy... You said you could get in deeper this way. Prove it. Fuck me like you mean it, like you need it." She wriggled beneath me, head buried in the cushion and her ass pressed against me. Her encouragement made me pull out and drive in harder, going in as deep as I could, watching my shaft get wetter and wetter from her juices.

After several pumps I felt her muscles clench and heard her start to moan softly and then a little louder. A shudder seemed to run through her as I drove in deep once more. Her puckered asshole was in plain view and I moistened a finger and placed it at the entrance. Just above the tender flesh where my cock had buried itself. I eased it in and heard a squeal come from Deb. That action of entering her second hole had clearly sent her over the edge. As her muscles quivered I pumped twice more, felt the urge begin and buried my dick as deep as I could in side her. I could feel her waves of orgasm through my finger in her ass and then I felt my own cock begin to throb.

Filled with my entire cock, some of the white liquid spilled from her and coated the back of her legs. I moved slightly back, another pulse from my cock released more of my cum spilled inside her. Finally I pulled out and saw the cum inside her, her pussy lips red and wet. I slowly slid my finger from her anus enjoying the shudder that came from her as I pulled it out. I moved back and she fell prone to the lounger. Face down this time, and just as we had begun, one leg stretched out and one leg hanging over the edge.

I went back to the table and picked up my shorts and pants. Nancy watched me, looked over at her friend laying spent on the lounge and motioned me to approach her. "Come over here. You can wait a moment to put those clothes back on. You do very fine work. I haven't seen Deb that quiet since... well ever." I came around to her side of the table, still naked. She looked at me and focused on my deflating cock. Smaller and shrinking more it glistened with the combination of my cum and Debs juices. Somewhat to my surprise, she reached out and took my penis into her hand and drew it and me closer. She leaned forward and licked the tip and then took a mouthful, cleaning my cock down to the balls. I could do little more than stand there and savor the warm intense feeling of her mouth sucking and licking my manhood. An exquisite finish. She leaned back and released me. "There you are. My that was a tasty morsel. Your saltiness and Deb's hot juices make a divine liqueur. We may have to bottle that."