You sigh against my mouth as I thumb your nipple lazily. You feel so good against me, yet while I am enjoying your body, the sensations coursing through me I cant help but feel trepidation. The thought of being discovered fills me with fear and excitement. My heart is racing.
“Price check in aisle 4” a voice boom breaking our sensual reverie. I pull away from you.
“Look, I don’t know you” I begin. I bite my lip. “Maybe we should stop. Someone could see us.”
You grip my chin forcing me to look at you. Your eyes are heavy lidded with desire. Hunger. Your cheeks are flush with excitement. “You don’t need to know my fucking name! I don’t want a commitment.You just have to get between my legs and eat my pussy!”
Your words stun me, and lust surges through me. I never give up my control for anyone, and you are no exception. However, I feel a strange restlessness need to obey you.
I try to reason with you again. “Perhaps we can go somewhere more private. The restroom.”
You make a face. “A restroom? are you serious?” you gag.
Thinking about it now, I realize how ridiculous and nasty that suggestion was. “Ok then about our vehicles?”
You huff impatiently. “You need to be quiet. I see your mouth moving, but I don’t see it where its supposed to be. Between my thighs!”
Oh shit, you really are beginning to test my patience with your orders, I stamp down my anger. Yet your words are so provocative. I can feel my pussy juice dripping. Soaking my panties making it uncomfortable.
I kiss you again. This time I take my time. Your lips part, sighing. I slide my tongue over yours. The kiss deepens. Turns hungry.
You make a sound when I tear at the bodice of your romper, ripping it down the front. You stagger backward against the fruit display. Your hands flail wildly, grabbing onto the stand behind you. I am startled by how easy the fabric gives and I chuckle.
Thrust upwards in your awkward position, you poise seductively. Your breasts are high on your chest, nipples pink and hard.
“Hey! Not so rough!” you warn me. “this was a $200 designer romper!”
My eyebrow rises in disbelief. Then a slow smile curves on my lips. “Maybe I should have told you. I dont like being told what to do unless I am naked. Even then I make a horrible submissive.” I finger comb your hair then twist my fingers into the strands.
You gasp at the sudden pain. “What the fuck are you doing?” you hiss.
I tap your mouth closed with a finger of my other hand. “You look so beautiful. Don’t ruin the moment by speaking.”
Your breath hitches against my finger and I drag it over your lips down your throat. my fingers encircle your throat as if they were a necklace. “If you move at all. I will be very upset.” I squeeze gently “Do not move.”
You moan. I release your hair, my fingers stroking down the length of your body. I rip the rest of your flimsy romper of you. The material floats to your feet.
My eyes meets your. As if you sense my unspoken command, you kick off the remains. You are wearing no underwear. You are totally nude. At my whim.
I can feel you shiver. Is it out of anticipation? Fear? Hunger?
“What did you expect to happen?” I murmur, “Did you think this would go your way?”
You made a sound. I chuckle. “You went up to a complete stranger! And begged them to eat your pussy!” I cup your breast. “You were pretty gutsy. You should know. I always get my way.” I purr as I lower my head.
My breath whispers over your skin, teasing you. My tongue snakes out. Slowly ever so slowly I swirl the tip of your nipple with my tongue. You moan. My teeth follow in my tongue’s wake. Raking against the sensitive flesh. You gasp. I bite down.
“Oh fuck!” You cry.
I chuckle. I turn my attention to your other breast with my tongue and teeth, alternating rolling and pinching your nipples leaving you trembling and crying for more.
I straighten. I am little disappointed no one came to investigate your cries. We were still alone in the produce section. “Get on the stand,” I order you.
You glance over your shoulder, hesitant how to accomplish my order. There were apples and bananas. Blueberries in the next stand.
“This isnt hard.” I am brusque. “Get up there.”
You bite your lip, the turmoil on your face makes me smile. “Don’t bother to have second thoughts,” I tell you. “You wanted me to eat your fucking pussy! Now get up there!”
The harshness in my tone motivates you into climbing up onto the stand. Your slender golden body reclines on the apples, your blonde hair fanning underneath your head. “You look beautiful” I muse.
You smile. “Do I?”
I run my hands up down your thighs. You part them willingly. Your hands sliding down to spread your pussy lips apart. Your pussy juice drips down onto the apples.
I lower my head. I pressed a kiss to the inner side of your thigh, dragging my mouth up to brush my lips over your slit.
You moan. Your fingers ease away as I slide my tongue deep. You taste wonderful, as I lick up your juice.
I lift up my eyes to meet your gaze. Your cupping your breasts, kneading them. Your lips are parted, as you moan how much you want me to eat you.
“yes just like that.” you whimper. “oh my god. don’t stop! Ok!”
I am teasing your asshole with lazy slow swirls of my tongue, going back to dip into your pussy hole. I flick the opening with my tongue making you squirm.
Your fingers dive into my hair, trying to direct me to your clit. I smack them away. “I will stop!” I tell you.
“Please!” You wail. “I am so close! I am about to cum! Why are you teasing me!”
I don’t answer instead glue my mouth to your pussy hole and tongue fuck you. Your body locks in mid-air as tiny convulses roll through you. Your moans turn into a scream that echoes in the supermarket.
“Well, you were too easy!” I smack my lips as I lap up all the juice spraying into my mouth. I didn’t give you time to recover before I was sliding my fingers inside you.
Your pussy muscles are clenching from your orgasm, so tight. My fingers are deep, I rise up between your thighs. My fingers in your hair and I kiss you. You whimper as my fingers jack in and out of your pussy. Hard and fast.
“Like this?” I pant. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a slut!”
“Fuck you, bitch!” you wail. “Oh my god! get on your knees and eat my pussy!” you shove yourself at me, knocking me to the floor.
Dazed, I am sprawled out on the floor. I watch as you climb over me, your expression of victory. I sigh. When were you going to learn?
I let you sit on my face, but didn’t move. You glance down at me. “What are you doing?” you panted. “I said eat me!”
I hook my arms over your thighs and sat up, hauling you up so your shoulders are on the floor, and your legs are over my shoulders. “I told you I make a really bad submissive! Nobody tells me what to do.” I remarked.
With you so precariously positioned you plead with me to eat you. “Please make me cum again!”
I bury my face in your pussy. my tongue slips into your slit. dipping back and forth, flicking across your clit. You gasp. Each teasing stroke of my tongue across your clit makes your body jolt like electricity is being sent through. Fresh squirts of juice are being spraying into my mouth.
I begin to suck on your clit. Hard.
“Yes! Yes!” you shout. your heels dig into my back as your pussy grinds my face.
I am plunging two fingers deep inside your hole, pumping them hard. You are sobbing as orgasms make your body shake hard. I release your still shaking body, smiling as you curl into a ball.
I slowly become aware that we were no longer alone in the produce department. A couple stood watching, their jaws slack.
“Why can’t you make me shake like that!” the woman demanded. The man turned an embarrassing red.
“For godsakes Amber!” the man shushed her.
“Don’t you shush me, Richard! I haven’t had an orgasm in the 10 years we have been married!” the woman cried. She scurried forward. “He tries but doesn’t do the job right,” she whispers.
I wipe my mouth with my sleeve. Bewilder with the awkward situation I was in I couldn’t say anything. You are still in a sexual stupor, lying in a pool of your cum.
“Perhaps you can come by and you can help me out.” Amber suggests.