He had pushed her headfirst into the shopping carriage. They were parked on the less travelled side of the grocery store, but still visable to any of the more adventurous shoppers who like them, were out so late, in the drizzle and gloom.
They had been out of milk, out of tea and coffee, and he was out of patience for her not getting this chore done while he was off helping a client sort out their latest pc disaster. When he had returned home several hours later, she was still in front of her computer. Due to her naked state, and the scent of arousal when he walked into the bedroom, he knew she’d been masturbating there, and had never gotten dressed, headed to the grocery store, and started dinner. So it was a tired, hungry, and angry Master who ordered his cuntwhore (a name he used only when he was angry with her) to dress. He threw the outfit at her, a brief crop top, and short skirt, along with 3 inch heels. Not an outfit one would normally wear to buy milk in, but it was a punishment of humiliation and an exercise in obeying that he was instilling.
On the drive to the store, she was silent, sulking. As he pulled into the last parking space on the side, she looked at him, silently wondering why he’d parked way the hell over here, rather than taking a spot right out front, since there were many available.
“You stole an orgasm from me.” It was a flat statement, not a question, and she flushed, and looked away.
“Right.” he said, then gestured her out of the car. In the store he took every opportunity to embarrass her. He loudly pointed out a pair of cantalopes that he said reminded him of her breasts, to the amusement of the young teen stocking nearby. Master waggled his eyebrows at the boy, who blushed. Master brought her over to the youth, who may have been all of 17. Let him stare. Smiled, then smacking her on her ass, told her to
“get a move on, there’s better things I want to do tonight rather than look at cantalope!” His leer let the boy know just what things those were, and Master chuckled to see the bulge bump out the front of the lad’s chino’s.
He rubbed her ass as she bent over to get the pretzels he wanted. Only the ones that were on the bottom shelf would do, which caused her to flash her naked cheeks at an elder gentleman who was turning into the isle. “Turn in, turn on,” her Master chuckled again. Master was certain that fellow would be sporting a woodie tonight, too.
As she reached up high for the cereal he liked, he grabbed under her upraised arm, holding it in place, then he leaned into her and licked her cleavage. She blushed deeply, although she could not see anyone, facing the racks of cereal as she was, she was certain he was ‘performing’ for yet another unsuspecting shopper. Her nipples rose as he gently blew on the flesh he had just dampened, and were clearly visable through the thin top. She looked him in the eye and whispered, “stop, please?” He just smiled at her and made a large “O” with his mouth. This then, was her punishment for “stealing’ an orgasm from him. She’d been on orgasm denial for 2 days now and gawd she’d needed to cum. He’d been unreachable by phone, refusing to take her call while he was with his client, so she had made an executive decision and “O’d” while watching porn on the internet. Big. Mistake.
Finally they made it to the checkout. Twenty items and it had taken the best part of an hour to traverse the store. The older fellow was right behind them, no doubt hoping to catch another glimpse of her ass. Master noted this, and as she leaned forward to unload the groceries, turned to wink at the fellow, and gently pulled the back of her skirt up, flashing him another glance of her sweet round asscheeks. There was even a sheen of moisture on her inner thighs. Despite what she may say with her mouth, her body was hot for this kind of humiliation. He smiled.
They wheeled the carriage to their car, and unloaded the bags into the trunk. Once the cart was empty, he pushed it a short distance away, then closed the trunk of the car while grabbing her arm with his other hand. Pulling her forward, he firmly shoved her over the front of the carriage, pushing her head down to the bottom of the cart, exposing her lovely ass. She felt her skirt hiked up to her waist, and then his cock at the entrance of her dripping cunt hole. He fucked her wildly, rudely, loudly. He told her to cum, and she did. He kept pumping, and began torturing her clit, flicking, pulling, squeezing it, forcing her to cum again, then again. Finally he poured his seed inside her. Using the wetness between her thighs, he lubed three fingers and plunged them up her ass. She screamed, tried to rise up, but he pressed her back with his free hand, then used that hand to work her clit again.
“Can’t…” she moaned…”five times already, can’t…cum….”
But she did. And again. Finally, when she was limp, he pulled her from the cart, guided her into the car where he’d put a towel earlier. Locking the seat belt around her, his face in hers, he smiled.
“Two security cams on this side of the building hon. You’re gonna be a porn star at the grocer’s tonight!”