Another Thursday night blow job for J. Not that either of us are complaining. It's just not what we had planned.
What we had planned involved me showing up before he opened the bar in a tiny skirt and no underwear, and me getting bent over the sink for a good hard pounding.
And that's exactly how I was dressed when I arrived. J unlocked the door with a brutal scowl, and announced that the ATM machine had broken down and that the owner and the repair guy were on their way, then sulkily poured me a beer. As if to add insult to injury, another regular showed up at the bar insanely early. The owner and the repair guy stood in the corner taking apart the ATM, the other regular sipped her beer, J stalked around the bar in a small fury, and I sat still getting increasingly irritated. I pulled out my cell and pretended to play video games. I sent J a text, "I hate when you're in a bad mood. Ruins the whole point of showing up early in a tiny skirt."
"My mood has nothing to do with it. Bad timing again." This was in reference to the prior week when he asked me to watch the door for him while he went and jacked off, but never got around to it because the phone kept ringing.
"Regardless, it sucks to be me right now. Sucks."
"Sorry about the skirt. But speaking of sucking"
"Is that an invitation?"
"It is too bad about the skirt. i know it is a waste for there is no time. i could not help the ATM problem or R showing up. now time is the concern. quick is all we have...i.e. blow job"
By this time the owner had left, there were a few more people in the bar and our disappearance would be less obvious.
"I like blow jobs," I texted back. "You know that. But you totally owe me." Moments later, J disappeared into the back of the bar. I waited what seemed like an inconspicuous amount of time and followed.
I found him in the back bathroom, making a deliberate show of washing his hands in the event someone came walking by. When he saw it was me he gave me a knowing smirk and stepped back further into the room. I locked the door behind me and slid my arms around his broad shoulders, kissing down his neck. "I feel bad about the skirt, " he murmured in my ear. "Wear a skirt next week and I'll throw you over that sink and pound you harder than you've ever had in your life. And I'll smack that ass until it's red." As he spoke he had slid his hands up under my skirt and was lightly cupping my ass. He emphasized that last bit with a very light, almost silent spank.
"Yeah, you better," I replied. I drew back from him a little and rested my forehead on his chest to watch him free himself from his pants. I think he took this as a sign of disappointment because he said, "You don't have to suck it. You can just jack me off if you want."
"Are you kidding me?" I asked him rhetorically, kneeling in front of him and holding his already rock hard cock against my cheek. "This is one of my favorite things."
I started licking circles around his head before taking it in my mouth and sucking it slowly. With one hand on the back of his leg to steady myself I started taking him in, a little bit at a time in long, slow strokes. I could hear him breathing raggedly above me, and knew he had his eyes closed and his head leaning back. I kept going, a little lower each time, flicking the underside of his shaft with my tongue on the way back up.
He slid his hand around to the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair at my scalp. He used his grip to push my head all the way down. Tears ran out of my eyes from the force of his cock jammed down my throat. When he let up I changed pace, taking him all in, faster and sucking as hard as I could. He kept his grip on my head and roughly shoved his other hand down the front of my tank top, squeezing my breast and running his thumb over my nipple.
"Your friend B," he was saying. "You should have a little girl talk with her. Tell her how nice you think my big, thick cock is. And when she comes to visit, you'll bring her over my house and we can fuck her together. You can eat her pussy while I fuck you from behind, and you two can suck my cock together. And you can grind your cunt on her face will I rub my dick between her tits and suck on yours." I sucked harder and faster until I felt him push back into me, hard. He groaned as quietly as he could manage as he exploded into the back of my throat, his cum filling my mouth and a little bit running out of the corner. I collapsed on the floor in a heap.
J started putting himself back together as I stood and smoothed my hair in the mirror. "I'll let you go back first," he said. I dropped a quick kiss on his temple and headed back to the front.
A few minutes later, J was back behind the bar and leafing through a take out menu. " I haven't eaten yet," he said to me. "I'm gonna order something. Are you hungry?"
I smiled and said loud enough so only he could hear, "I was."
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