Cum Shot

Tony and I went to the post office the other day. While I was waiting in the long, slow line to mail out some videos, he brought me a little box with "Trixie Swallows" marked on the outside. My postal frown immediately turned upside down, and I began grinning from ear to ear. A surprise package for me? A present for little old me from one of my members? I snatched the box out of his hands and almost broke two nails ripping it open. Nestled inside the box, packed ever so lovingly in shredded newspaper, was a little shot glass with my name engraved on it.

I have a collection of shot glasses from all the places I have visited in my life, but, of course, I have never seen one that says "Trixie." Then I remembered the email conversation I had with my dear fan Steve (you know who you are), and suddenly I was flattered, flabbergasted, and teary-eyed all at once.

Tony and I have been getting quite busy lately. I think it is the warm weather, and it certainly must be mating season in the animal kingdom. Every afternoon when we get home from the gym, I cannot even get up the stairs to our third-floor apartment without him pulling my pants down on the stairwell and sticking his fingers in my very wet pussy. And trust me, I am not complaining about having my very wet pussy stuffed full of rock-hard cock every afternoon.

But at some point, I begin to want to share my lust with all of you. So I thought this little present would be the perfect way to really bring out the cum slut in me. We did a fabulous photo shoot, which you see at the beginning of this set. Since the shots came out so great and I was already naked, I made Tony bring his cock to me so I could reward him for a job well done.

I drank our cum from a champagne glass in "Classic Cunt," and in this one I did a "shot" of cum from my new shot glass. I was not sure how we were going to get this one into the glass, but it turns out Tony has a pretty good aim. (He had me fooled, because he has seriously hosed me down in the past. I just thought guys had no control over such things and it just went wherever. Oh, but I will remember that, sweetie.)

So my loving bartender served me up a delicious little shot, and I threw it back like an old tequila-drinking pro. No salt, no lime, or training wheels were needed, and there was no sourpuss face. Instead I just smiled and licked the cum off my fingers and from around the rim of my new favorite shot glass. Now everyone say "Thanks, Steve!"