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?
I tried to intimidate him, told him I would go to his boss and have him fired. He laughed, producing a picture of Mr. Benbrook, his boss, sitting at his desk with his hand wrapped around his cock. It was obvious he had no idea he was being watched either.
Strangely enough, the more it became apparent that I really was trapped, the more excited I was getting. Part of me was sickened by his actions - he was a conniving little shit - but I couldn't help the fact that my pussy beginning to get wet. Looking up at Robert again, I was mesmerized by the look of total control in his eyes.
He ordered me to strip. I was feeling slightly nauseous but I complied. I stood up, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, and pulled it over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra and the first thing he saw was that my nipples were erect, betraying my excitement. I paused, my face flushed with embarrassment.
Robert had already taken his clothes off and was sitting on another chair, his cock standing up straight with a drop of precum glistening on the tip. With a fierce look and a nod of his head he indicated that I should continue.
I took a deep breath and slowly slid my jeans off. They were a particularly tight pair and it seemed that his cock got harder as I wiggled my ass trying to get them down. He stroked his hand up and down his cock milking out more precum. I was left standing in my panties.