Chapter 4: Paying Steven Back

Finally it died down and I started to pant slightly, trying to catch my breath that I had been holding as I came so as not to scream out loud. I turned to Steven and smiled, saying, “Wow, I can’t believe you just did that to me.”

“Well, then how about a little payback?” he asked. I knew exactly where he was going.

“Well, just so you know, I’m NOT going to suck your dick out here in front of everybody,” I said with a bit of a laugh to soften the message.

“Damn, and just when I was getting my hopes up,” he said jokingly. Judging from what I could see, his hopes weren’t the only thing that was up.

“Follow me,” I instructed him, pulling my dress down and getting up from the table. I looked back at Beth and winked. She grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

The only place I could think of going at the moment was the restroom inside in the restaurant. It wasn’t much but it would have to do. The door was locked when I tried it but almost immediately a woman opened it and stepped out. She saw me and Steven standing there and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see what our intent was. She just rolled her eyes and headed to the restaurant. Evidently she wasn’t involved with the party out back and I could just imagine her telling her husband how some party slut was waiting to use the restroom after her so she could bring her boyfriend in with her.

“In here?” Steven questioned, his face looking a little disgusted with the location.

Hey, beggars can’t be choosers so I pulled him in behind me. Once inside, we each knew what we wanted so there was no need to play any silly games. He wanted his dick sucked and I wanted to be fucked. Pretty simple.

“You know, I always wondered if I’d get another shot at fucking you,” he said as he quickly stripped my clothes off of me and then took his own off as well. “You were one hot little bitch that night, you know?”

What could I say? Maybe he wasn’t exactly the most romantic of the species but he certainly wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. Actually, I’d rather a guy be like him and tell it like it is than pussyfoot around issues all day.

“Remember me better now?” he teased me, waving his dick in front of me as I bent my knees and dropped down in front of him.

My response was to grab his dick and then push it in my waiting mouth. He was about half erect already and it felt warm and thick in my mouth.

“Damn, that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, holding onto the sink to steady himself as my mouth and tongue went to work on him.

Whether or not he really remembered me or if it was just Beth’s suggestion when I hadn’t been looking, one me thing I was going to make certain of and that was he would never forget THIS time with me. I could feel him growing in my mouth as my tongue licked him and my mouth slid up and down his lengthening shaft. Mmmmmmm, I loved the feeling of a warm dick growing in my mouth!

As he got harder and my mouth had to take more and more of him in, he put his hands on my head and grabbed my hair, using it like a handle to pull my face in tighter to his crotch. Like most any guy. Steven wanted his dick in my mouth as far as he could get it and I pushed my face down onto him until my cheeks and nose were pressed against his thick pubic hair. He had the wonderful deep odor of a male in heat, that raunchy muskiness mixed with sweat that made a male crotch so distinctive and attractive.

Soon his cock was like a steel rod, inflexible and stiff as he pushed it into my mouth and then he started fucking my mouth. His hands held my head still while his hips thrust his horny dick in and out of my mouth, driving himself into my mouth like he was fucking my pussy - something I was starting to wish he would do! After a few minutes of this he pulled his dick out and lifted me up by my shoulders to my feet.

“Here ... sit up on the sink,” he said hoarsely as his voice was thick with the lust that had been building in him.

He was looking at me now with the eyes of a man who had one thing on his mind - fucking me. It never failed to thrill me to see man in this state, almost animal-like in his intensity and focus. I knew without a doubt he was going to fuck me and part of the excitement for me was that deep down, I knew I couldn’t stop him now even if for some silly reason I wanted to.

Sometimes I wonder if that is the look a woman sees when a rapist is about to take her. I wonder if all the experts who claim that a woman should never stop fighting have ever been on the receiving end of the eyes of a man who was totally under the control of his most basic sexual drive, so consumed by lust that he no longer views her as a person but as merely an object to satisfy his needs and desires.

Steven was breathing heavy, his mouth half open as his eyes stared at me, telling me without a word spoken that he intended to mate me like some animal in heat. Under these circumstances it was thrilling but to a woman being raped I could see where it would render her hopeless to where she would simply give in to him.

My butt felt cold on the sink as he put his hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs apart. He lowered his head and for a moment I thought he was going to lick my pussy but instead he was just checking out the goods to verify I was ready. Just to make sure he spit on my pussy, wetting it even more on the outside as if I wasn’t wet enough already! He let my right leg drop and hang off the edge as he held my left one in the air and used his free hand to grab his hard dick and direct it to my waiting pussy.

“You want it, don’t you?” he taunted me as his dick teased my pussy, rubbing up along the slit and the his head would touch my clit and then move back down to where he would press it against my pussy hole just enough to feel him but not enough to penetrate me. “Fucking little whores like you always want it ... I bet your fucking cunt can’t get enough hard cock, can it? Well then, beg for it if you want it in you.”

He wanted it as bad as I did, I was sure of that. Technically, all I really had to do was sit there and sooner or later he would ram it in me no matter what I said - or didn’t. At this point there was no denying his own lust any more than he could stop breathing. What the heck though, why not play his little game and build his ego a bit?