“Turn around,” I said, still breathing heavily. My cock, slick with juices, twitched slightly.
Her doe eyes met mine as she turned, eyebrows knitted together with a slightly dishevelled and anxious expression. Her tits were crudely exposed above the neckline of her dress, pushing out at odd angles due to the tightness of the fabric underneath them.
I dipped my finger in between her legs and into her cunt once more, scooping out as much cum as I could find.
“Here you go, puppy. Enjoy your cream,” I said with an innocent smile.
She hesitated only for a moment, before her tongue fell out of her mouth and she bent slightly to lap at my fingers and palm, licking up her own pussy juices and my semen. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds above the music from inside the bar. Once she was done, she straightened up and opened her mouth wide to show me the inside, her wet little tongue wriggling from side to side. I gripped her chin tightly, holding her mouth open, as I inspected the inside.
“Good girl,” I praised.
My hand, now licked clean, came to her head and I stroked her gently. She seemed to push herself into the caress, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
I cupped her chin, forcing her eyes onto mine. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay, sweets?”
I returned my now flaccid dick into my jeans and removed my jacket, placing it on top of the toilet lid. My hands gently guided her down, so her naked butt met the now leather covered toilet. Her dress, now returned to as normal as possible, wasn’t long enough to cover her ass at this position, so I didn’t want her bare ass and pussy sitting against the dirty toilet. She had done such a good job at being my cocksleeve, it would hardly be fair to cause her further discomfort.
After grabbing a few paper towels and wetting them from the basin outside of the cubicle, I returned and locked the door behind me. Squatting in front of her, I placed a couple of the damp paper towels on my knee and used the others to softly wipe at her face, cleaning the nearly dry spit and cum from it.
Her little face glowed as I looked after her, a slight smile playing on her lips.
“You’re a softy at heart, aren’t you?” she said in a small voice.
I grunted. “Only for you,” I answered, my gaze resting on her soft eyes.
She smiled up at me, her lips unable to hide the pleasure she got from this response. “Platonically, right?” she asked slyly as I continued to clean her face.
My fingers steered her face to the side as I wiped her cheeks. Finally, I put the paper towel down on the floor and returned my hand to her cheek, brushing a thumb across her warm skin.
“Yes, platonically,” I stated. “You’re getting back with Hugo, remember?” I couldn’t hide the slight contempt from emerging at the sound of his name.
“I guess so,” she answered, not too convincingly.
I pushed her legs open and used the spare paper towels to wipe at her pussy lips. She shivered slightly at my touch, her lower region evidently still a little bit sensitive. Her underwear sat uselessly on her hips, the crotch of it now torn apart.
“You might need to take these off,” I suggested, lifting one end of the torn crotch.
Her eyes moved downwards to look at it and I felt her tense slightly in embarrassment. “Yeah, thanks for that,” she said wryly.
I placed the now soiled paper towel with the rest on the floor, and then I stood, standing over her as she perched on the toilet lid. “So, what did Hugo have to say about meeting me here? Is he aware of what happened between us?”
She looked so small, her limbs seeming to condense into themselves, and her gaze fell away from my eyes, as if she were suddenly extremely interested in a particular freckle on her knee.
“Hey,” I reached down and touched her arm. “I know you said to drop it, but I just wanted to say that you really don’t need to do this. What ever you feel for him, give it time and it’ll pass.”
Her hair fell away from her face as she looked up at me. “Thanks for the advice, Joel. But you’re right. I did say to drop it.”
“Noted,” I responded with a small nod.
I couldn’t drop it though — I didn’t understand how she could shift between swallowing two loads of my cum just now, to still wanting him back. It didn’t make sense.
“Can I ask why the sudden decision, though? What made you change your mind?”
Her sigh was shoved from her chest suddenly and a quick look over at me told me she was getting frustrated. “If you must know, him and I were in contact the day that I went back to my parent’s house. He’s changed. I know you might not understand, but he loves me. Plus, if no one else wants me, then I may as well give him another go.”
That hurt. I couldn’t deny it to myself any longer. Knowing that while she was texting and flirting with me over the past week, she was also talking to that punk made my face burn with resentment. I felt my hands flex slightly. My gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and then I unlocked the cubicle.
“Clean yourself up,” I said quietly. “I’ll wait for you out at the bar.”
June’s face was a stone when I returned to my seat. “Have fun in there, Joel?” she questioned, her palms in fists as they rested on top of the bar.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I answered, trying to sound innocent.
“Cut the shit,” she spat. “I just had Alex come and tell me some drunken story about a man and some woman fucking in my restroom! Really? Sex in my bar? You’ve done some shit in the past, but this …”
“Hey, I’m sorry,” I raised my hands in surrender. “She’s goin’ through a tough time at the moment and we both needed to blow off a little steam. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re damn right it won’t,” June said. She leaned over the bar to get closer to me. “You’re lucky that I’m not banning you.”
Violet returned, saving me from June’s wrath. I turned to her, ignoring the curse word that June threw at me.
“Hey,” Violet said in a small voice.
She looked relatively put together again — her hair was smoothed and her face, although red, was clean and dry. I noticed wryly that one hand was tightly clasped around something small, a white hint of fabric peeking out between her fingers. In the other, she held my jacket. I grabbed it from her and pulled it onto my body. She hesitated and I noticed she hadn’t yet returned to her seat next to me.
“I think I’m gonna–”
“You headin’ off?” I finished for her.
The atmosphere between us had shifted now, as if the conversation in the restroom had severed whatever was tying us together before.
“Yeah …” she said quietly. “Sorry, Joel.”
“What are you sorry for?” I questioned, my hand reaching out to touch her arm. “It’s all good. That was a one-off thing, like we said. Platonic, right?”
“Sure,” she answered, her eyes darting from my face to the floor. “Well … I’ll text you?”
I nodded, managing a smile. “Sure thing, kid.”
She started to leave, her legs moving towards the door. And I couldn’t stop myself. My body seemed to pull towards her of its own accord. I grabbed her before she opened the door and pressed my lips hard into hers. She tasted slightly musky, the aftertaste of our escapades still on her lips. With a gentle motion, her tongue worked its way into my mouth, and I pushed against it with my own. My hands, wrapped around her waist, held her little body to me which softened and melted under my touch. I heard a couple of hoots behind me from some drunk dude in the back of the bar.
Finally, I pulled away. She wavered on the spot, her spare hand coming up to touch her wet lips. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared at me. I couldn’t tell what that stare meant.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I had to do that one more time.”
And then she pushed me. Her little hand thrust into my chest with all the strength she could muster. I stumbled backwards slightly, unprepared for the sudden act of aggression.
“You’re such a dick!” she shot at me.
“Hey! Jesus christ, girl. Make a scene, why don’t ya?”
“Make up your damn mind, Joel!” Her eyes were flames, burning into me. “Platonic, friends, whatever the fuck this is. You don’t get to kiss me after saying that!”
“Okay!” I managed. I could feel the eyes of other patrons at the bar staring now, the chatter dying down slightly. My face burned in embarrassment. “Okay! I’m sorry! But you don’t get to fuck me around anymore. You can’t keep flirting and callin’ me Daddy and showin’ up in skimpy dresses and lacy panties, runnin’ your mouth and then talking about runnin’ off with your punk ex-boyfriend. You want to get back with him? I’m not stoppin’ you, but from now on, I make the rules on how our relationship goes. No more coy bullshit, Violet. No more ‘one-off punishments’, okay?”
That came out harsher than I intended it to be, and she huffed petulantly, scrunching her nose as she glared at me. For a moment, I thought she was about to scream at me, but then she pulled in a deep breath, and her face returned to normal. The shift was sudden and slightly disturbing. How could she go from looking like she wanted to kill me, to normal in a single heartbeat?
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