Blowjobs, Muffdiver, Sex on The Beach....

Christy smiled, leaning over the counter her breasts strained against the dress straining to contain it, her hard nipples piercing through the satin violet clothes that looked like it had been stretched to fit over her. “We will be doing a cocktail tasting. So each of us will need a glass of water to cleanse our pallets. We should start with a sex on the beach, sex on the beach with sand, a slow comfortable screw, a slow comfortable screw up against a wall, a Harvey wall banger, and a round of blowjobs and muff divers to wrap it up.”

The other girls giggled and flirted as Christy ordered, Carolyn distracted by perverse ideas and images in her head in response to each order.

“Everything okay? Did you get all that?” Christy asked with a shit eating grin, fully able to sense the corruption stewing around the bartender.

“Uh yeah. Not a problem.” Caroline replied running a hand through her hair as she turned around pulling down the sloe gin and Galliano she would be needing.

Placing the 5 cocktails on the bar first with the glasses of water Caroline set about on the shots, her mind finding its resistance to the sexual ideas waning as she readied a martini glass in front of each girl, placing the shot glass and then burying it in whip cream for the muff divers.

The perfectly shaped Latina had a body sculpting dress enwrapping her body. It almost matched her deep tan skin tone as it stretched from the collar around her neck, over her generous E cups, and down into a mermaid tail hugging her flared hips and bubbled ass.

When Demi turned sometimes Caroline could swear she could see right through it. Caroline felt her mouth going dry thinking about hanging on her hips, licking across Demi's mons.

Shaking the strangely graphic and arousing thought from her mind she positioned the next one. As the girl came off kissing the cheek of the latina she brushed her brown hair from her face. Running fingers down the inside of the strap stretching from her hips over her softball like breasts around her neck Caroline gulped.

Her mind thinking of the Lee's inflated looking orbs hanging in defiance of gravity as she descended between Caroline's legs. Turgid nipples dragging across Caroline's skin.

Dishing out the whip cream around the redhead's shot Caroline found herself thinking about lapping up the white cream from the almost as white skin. As Cathy turned and thanked the bartender Caroline couldn't help but go flush now noticing how the dress didn't just sling up over her breasts, but also tied across them.

Getting to the woman at the center of this all Caroline was reminded of the sinking feeling in her stomach. The image in her mind was of the woman with a tail and demonic horns, all the other women around her paying lavish attention with their lips and tongues, pawing at her as she spread her pussy lips and fingered her clit, slitted eyes glowing and staring wantonly.

Pausing for a moment Caroline had to question whether the image was hot or terrifying. All while feeling slightly creeped out by a predatory almost knowing grin and kiss blown her way.

The next girls chest was concealed in terms of scope. The gold lame dress draping down from her neck loosely on either side of her neck, the exposed skin of her chest descended to just below her navel where the dress hugged around her hips and hung off her ass almost as if a baggy tshirt.

Watching her move some of her raven hair over an ear Caroline couldn't help but think about kissing down Hitomi's exposed neck, and across her taute stomach.

Sue smiled flirtatiously at Caroline breaking away from making out with LaToya as Caroline got to serving her. She wore a hot pink strapless number. It hung around her hips barely covering her bubbly ass, then hour glassed over her navel with a window before flaring out and stretching across her generous cleavage and behind her back.

Caroline hardly even got started fending off the imagined sluts behaviour before Sue remarked towards her. “You don't happen to have any fabric tape do you? Usually I keep this dress tape on so my tits don't bounce out.” Caroline froze, easily able to imagine Sue's dress losing containment and the latina's tits popping free.

“If they pop free I'll drop my top. Make this place a titty bar.” LaToya confidently added, grinning broadly as Hitomi almost spit out a sip of water.

Prepping the final muff diver Caroline tried to avert eye contact with the black model. She felt intimidated by the woman's lean body and confident stance. Her mind struggled with thoughts of her hands bound, naked on her knees being guided by her short hair to eat the towering black woman out as she stood over Caroline.

Caroline gasped as she swore she felt her uniform skirt clench her ass.

Pausing for a second Caroline did a double take. There were no uniform skirts for bar staff…

That thought quickly spun out and crashed into the ditch, as Caroline dropped her jaw.