a memorial day cocktail

a high school senior helps at her employer’s memorial day party at a lake house

here’s what happened to me on memorial day, 2023 (at least what might interest you). a man i know, and sometimes work for as a waitress, had a big party at his lake house that day. he asked me to work at the party, to help his wife serve the twenty or so guests and clean-up and be “an extra pair of hands.” and i did all of that and i mixed drinks too. it was a beautiful, warm spring day. i wore a pink polo shirt, a short denim skirt, a pink bralette and panties, white ankle socks and pink sneakers. i tied my hair up in a long, blonde ponytail. his wife told me i was very pretty and, at the end of the day, when i was leaving, his wife said i was a great help and thanked me. she paid me cash, including a generous tip. his wife didn’t know all the ways i helped at the party. she didn’t know that her husband, my employer, asked me to help him get some things from the boathouse that afternoon. the boathouse was a little ways away from the house where the party was. her husband was talking to a friend
at the time, a man i recognized. her husband told me that he and his friend needed a special cocktail and told me to follow him to the boathouse. i went with him alone and he was clear, as we walked down the path through the woods towards the lake, about what they needed. the other man followed a few minutes later. inside the boathouse, he held both my arms, turned me around and pushed me over a steel work table. then he pulled my panties down and grabbed my ponytail. leaning over me, he penetrated me from behind, vaginally, thrusting slowly at first but then faster and harder, so I made little noises, submissive little sobs of pleasure and pain. he showed his feelings for me by pulling my hair and telling me how good i was. he pushed his cock all the way into me, again and again, until he ejaculated inside me and then he stepped back, sliding his slick cock out. with his hand still pressing my back, he told me to stay exactly how i was, bent over the table. i was still in my clothes, only my pink panties in disarray pulled down around my ankles. he quietly left and his friend walked into the boathouse and grabbed my ponytail. there was more painful tugging now as this second man pulled my head back by my hair, arching me a little, and penetrated me, forcing his thick, hard cock where i was swollen and slick. he thrust roughly from the start, hard and then harder, making me cry now because he was much bigger and rougher. he whispered to me about how tight i was, gripping my throat until i felt his ejaculation. he left me quietly, too, letting go of my hair and sliding his hand over my ass before he walked away. i was alone now in the boathouse, three weeks before my high school graduation, filled with two men’s semen. i was their special memorial day cocktail, their very dirty martini.

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