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My pants pulled against a growing bulge in my crotch as my Cutlass rolled up to the busy street corner. I rolled down the passenger-side window.
“Get in.”
Jessica climbed into the car, wearing the outfit I shipped to her house. The black, rhinestone-studded platform sandal shoes with 6-inch stiletto heels complimented the matching mini dress that cupped her ass. She even wore the thick, black choker with “SLUT” embedded in rhinestones.
“I’m surprised I didn’t get arrested in this outfit.”
I grinned, keeping my eyes on the road.
My breath quickened, and my chest fluttered.
Damn, she looks hot.
She probably saw my raging hard-on, but she wouldn’t get the courtesy of an open door for conversation. I put my fist to my mouth to stop a burning belch from escaping. It stayed in my chest, setting my throat on fire. I grabbed my Pepcid from the center console and popped two in my mouth.
“Since when do you need that?”
“You know the rules. Don’t speak unless spoken to.”
My grip on the steering wheel and my throat both tightened.
She deserved harsh treatment, but my parents didn’t raise me to act this way. And living a double life tormented my conscience. My dinner with Ally lifted my spirits. I think she even desired and respected me. A better life with her beckoned to me. Still, I couldn’t resist the tantalizing opportunity to take Jessica - the reigning goddess of my darkest dreams - and make her bow to my wishes.
“If you’re wearing panties, take them off.”
“I’m not.”
“Good. You’re learning.”
We pulled up in front of the local grocery near her house.
“Oh, my God, Ron.”
I chuckled.
“Get out. We’re going shopping.”
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I BETTER GET EVERY penny we agreed on.
As I stepped out of Ron’s car, a flush crept across my cheeks, and my ears burned. On any other day, pushing the envelope with my outfits gave me a heady power trip, but this felt different. Now, my legs wobbled as I pressed my thighs together to hide my bare pussy lips from being exposed to the air that breezed up my short dress. This powerlessness took my breath away. Made my entire body warm and my nipples hard.
My chest tightened, and an intuition of ogling eyes gnawed at me as I followed Ron into the store. A mother pulled her child close to her as though a monster might eat them. A grey-haired man turned his head to watch me pass as he clung to his walker.
Why the fuck is my pussy tingling already?
I prayed I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew. I usually came here later in the day, so...
Oh, fuck my life, it’s Peggy.
I took a hard right down an aisle, hoping to avoid her, but Ron caught my arm.
“Owww!”
His grip both restrained and steadied me.
When the hell did you get so strong?
“Well, look who it is!”
Peggy’s voice dripped with an ear-bleeding mixture of fake cheerfulness and real condescension.
“Jessica, just look at you. That outfit definitely suits you.”
She turned to Ron with an exaggerated look of pity.
“Ron, I’m surprised to see you two together, but I wasn’t surprised to hear the news. I know it must have been tough for you to live with a snake in your bed. I hope you find someone who deserves you.”
It took restraint not to comment on the taste of her husband’s cum. But I felt sure Ron didn’t know about that. Yet. Plus, he paid for my silence, and I needed the money. She patted him on the shoulder, glaring at me as she rolled away.
“Over here,” Ron said.
He led me by the arm over to the produce section. We stopped in front of the apples, and he picked one up to look at it before dropping it on the ground.
“Now, keep your legs straight. Spread your feet apart. Bend over. Pick it up.”
My face turned a bright shade of red. The skirt would slide up my ass and expose at least the bottom of my ass cheeks when I did it, and my pussy would peek out to look at the world.
So, this is why you wanted me to go without panties.
I took a deep breath, looking around to see who might be about to get a show. The store hummed with the energy of a busy shopping day, but at the moment, no one shopped close to me.
Thank God the produce here sucks.
As I bent over, the air brushed against the underside of my ass cheeks and my bare pussy lips. Ron put his hand on the small of my back.
“Stay.”
His hand glided down my back, cupping my ass along the way, and then he slid a finger into my pussy.
Omg, I’m dripping wet.
“It looks like you are ready for your next task. Good. Get up.”
I pushed my tongue into my cheek and inhaled.
Great. My body has betrayed me and joined team Dom Ron.
I followed him over to the vegetable section, straightening my fingers and rolling them in a tiny, fanning motion.
What is with this Dom Ron, anyway? This man couldn’t ask me for a blow job a year ago. Now, he’s like Borat’s grumpy, sadistic twin. And why am I so fucking intrigued?
My heart leaped up into my throat as I saw Ron examining the cucumbers.
Oh, God, no.
My pulse quickened, along with my breath. A fresh wave of tingling torment erupted from my pussy. It spread through my abdomen as I searched the store again for potential witnesses. I knew what Ron had in mind. He selected the biggest one and lifted it up, and a devilish grin spread across his face. Without looking at me, he handed it to me and began fumbling through his pockets.
My heart pounded as my hand gripped the thick, organic dildo.
“Face the cucumbers, put a hand on the rail, and squat down with your legs spread.”
I complied, my legs opening, forcing the dress to slip up my hips. I let out a heavy breath.
At least I have my back turned.
My open, bare pussy hid in the shadows, but I couldn’t see behind me. I clenched the rail and hyperventilated at the thought of being approached from behind and caught by surprise. Ron handed me a condom package.
“Put this on.”
Well, how considerate, Master Stroker. Good thing stilettos are my shoe of choice.
I tore the package with my teeth and sheathed the large green phallus with the ribbed, lubricated condom Ron provided. Not that I needed the lube.
I really am a whore.
Ron stood next to me, facing the opposite direction. I could only hope he paid enough attention to the store to warn me if someone got too close. As I placed the tip of the cucumber at my entrance, my body shuddered, and my chest tightened. Of all the crazy sexual things I did in my life, this might top them all.
I pushed it in. My lips fell open and mouthed the word “fuck”.
The sensation shocked me. The cucumber slid in and pressed up against the walls of my pussy, causing me to gasp for air. A searing fire shot through my abdomen and danced like flames in my chest. A soft moan escaped through my throat. I couldn’t help myself.
Damn, Jessica, get a grip. Do you want to get arrested?
Ron’s voice sounded direct but feint through the pounding in my ears.
“Fuck yourself with it.”
I started slowly, moving it in and out. Each deep glide into me sent waves of pleasure through my body. Tingling in my ear lobes. In my toes.
Oh, God, I love this vegetable.
My thrusts with my hand quickened, and my hips rocked in rhythm with it, pushing into the oncoming green member. My growing need for air made it impossible to keep my lips closed. The whimpering moans that pushed up from my chest began to escape. They grew louder in my ears. Waves began wracking my body as the thick cucumber pressed into the walls of my cunt. The heat of air exiting my nostrils burned their insides. The muscles in my legs grew tight. My climax came rushing at me, and I braced myself like someone about to get tlayeredThis is why youto-boned by an orgasmic tractor-trailer.
A sudden, tight grip on my wrist stopped my thrusts.
My heart pounded like an alien trying to escape my chest. I opened my eyes. Ron’s face hovered a few inches from mine, and his eyes bored into me. His thumb and fingers stayed wrapped around my trembling wrist. My heartbeat thrashed my eardrums, and my chest heaved, trying to capture enough air for my aching lungs. I struggled to whisper.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Ron?”
He looked around behind me.
“If you want to finish, turn around and face the store.”
My vagina throbbed - its skin hypersensitized - and it ached for the re-insertion of the cucumber that rested against the entrance of my dripping hole. Fleeting sane thoughts drowned in my ravenous hunger for relief. I glared at him.
“Oh, fuck it.”
I swiveled around on the stilettos and faced the store. A couple pushed a cart into the checkout. A mother bent over to scold one of her kids. A grocery store clerk asked a bewildered-looking man if he needed help. And all they needed to do was turn a head my direction to see me spread wide open fucking a cucumber. I didn’t care.
“Keep your eyes open,” Ron said.
I shoved it in, ramming my pussy. My eyes burned as my head titled forward under the orgasmic force that ripped through me. I bit hard on my lip, but my teeth failed to hold it. The force of my erupting cries pushed the lip free, and my voice cracked into a high pitch.
“Oh, fuckkk!!”
My body shook as I continued to pummel my cunt. My eyelids pressed hard against each other as white light reflected off the back of them into my skull.
Am I dying?
An icy-hot torrent coursed down the length of my spine, and my body went limp.
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I PULLED JESSICA TO her feet, her body quivering. The condom-covered cucumber lay on the floor, glistening in a large puddle of her juices.
“Leave it,” I said.
Jessica’s orgasmic screams had drawn the attention of several onlookers. Some frowned with wrinkled brows while others stared with mouths dropping open. Either way, we needed to leave before the police got called.
A store clerk approached me, blood draining from his face.
“Sir, she can’t do that here.”
I waved him off.
“I know. I don’t know what she was thinking. We’re leaving.”
