The Payback

I watched out of the corner of my eye as J grabbed a stool from the end of the bar and took it into the front bathroom with him. Up until then I had been largely ignoring him.

I had dressed in a tiny cheerleader skirt and my braille t-shirt in anticipation of the payback I was promised a week ago, only to show up and find that J had gotten to the bar late and still had setting up to do, and that another friend of his was there in the bar, taking his time getting upstairs to do some work on the roof. I was frustrated and irritated, the same thing as last week!, so I pulled out my phone to play video games and turned my back on the pair.

Eventually, the friend had gone up to the roof, and J finished setting up, 45 minutes after the bar usually opens, and came to sit next to me. He made a big production out of leaning waaaay back to check out my ass, and then astutely observed, "You're wearing a skirt."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," I replied sarcastically without looking up from Collapse. And then he wordlessly took the bar stool in the bathroom.

I couldn't help but look up from my game at him when he returned. He saw me looking at him and said, "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"You're wondering why I put a stool in the bathroom," he suggested.

"Yes."

"I'll show you." I got up and followed him into the bathroom. "The stool is in here," he said, closing the door behind him and locking it, "to give you something to hold on to while I'm pounding my cock into your hole."

Yay! I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I thought you said you weren't going to have time," I teased.

"Well, we don't have much. We have to hurry before people start showing up, or he comes down from the roof. But I promised you. And I wouldn't want to waste another skirt." He had been lightly rubbing my back while we talked, but now he pushed me away from him and said roughly, "Turn around."

"Bossy fuck," I mumbled, and turned to lean over my barstool. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of his pants dropping to the floor, felt him step closer to me, push my skirt a up a little further, grabbing my panties and yanking hem to my knees. He trailed his fingers back up the back of my legs and then hit me with a stinging slap that made me gasp. A second later I felt his huge cock slam into me so hard and fast I nearly lost my balance. I gripped my stool harder to keep from falling over while J drove into me hard from behind, one hand with a death grip on my hair, the other leaving angry red marks on my ass. My finger found their way under my skirt to my clit and I rubbed in small circles. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of J's contorted face in the mirror. He saw me watching him and smiled leeringly, saying "Come on, Amber. Come for me."

I pushed back on him, impaling myself. My orgasm rocketed though me and I stifled a scream. Both of J's hands moved to grip my hips and keep me from collapsing as I fell forward with my head on the barstool. He held me like that until he felt the waves subsiding, and then slowly slipped out of me.

I turned around and kissed him, while I grabbed his cock and started jacking him off. When I could tell he was about to come, I knelt and slipped my mouth around him, tasting myself mixed with his hot cum. With one hand on my shoulder he leaned heavily on me while he filled my mouth. As we stood there for a moment, leaning on each other and catching our breath he said, "See? I always keep my promises."