Today was my regular shopping day at my local grocery store. As I pushed my buggy, I was resentfully remembering the way Jeff, my husband, had rejected me again this morning. Damn,how many men would turn down a blowjob. He just wasn't interested anymore. The more he rejected me the more I thought about fucking. I wanted to feel a cock deep inside me, stretching, sliding,filling me with cum.Sighing I turned the corner, trying to ignore the ache inside.
Oh God! There was Robert, the boy that took care of the produce area. Laughing to myself, I thought, "Karen how can you call him a boy? He has to be at least 25." I stopped for a moment and just looked at him. Damn he looked good. I stood there daydreaming of fucking him mindless. Another shopper came by and startled me so I continued my shopping; only I couldn't stop thinking about Robert now.
My nipples hardened as I imagined him biting them. The ache from this morning only got worse the more I thought of Robert fucking me. I could feel myself getting wet, I had to have some relief. Slipping into the bathroom, I quickly started to rub my clit, sliding two fingers inside my dripping wet pussy. Stifling a moan, I curled my fingers again and again, slumping against the wall as I started cumming.
Regaining my breath, I licked my fingers and straightened my clothes. I had never done anything like that before, but I was desperate. The next morning the door bell rang and I opened my door to find Robert standing there. I stood there in shock, staring at him.
"May I help you?" I finally managed to stammer.
"Oh yeah you can help me Karen." he answered me.
He pushed me back inside the house. I backed all the way into the kitchen, where he pushed me into a chair.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, jumping back up.
With a dramatic flourish he produced several photographs. They were pictures of me, taken yesterday, in the grocery store bathroom! Slowly I sank back down in the chair. Oh my God! You could clearly see my face, my fingers shoved up inside me. I looked up at him and he was smirking at me. He leaned in so close I could see little gold flecks in his green eyes.
"You're going to be my toy now, Karen, unless you want your husband to 'find' these pictures," he said menacingly.
I was trembling now. I looked at the pictures again; could you actually see moisture there? I was frantically trying to think of a way out of this mess. What the hell could I do?