“Baby, it’s cold outside,” I whined. My boyfriend hummed along to the Christmas carol. I glared at him, “And Christmas was weeks ago!”
He ignored me, as he kept a firm arm around my lower back as we headed to the shops. We looked like an adorable couple. Him, a foot taller than me, a tiny Chinese girl. My boyfriend was dressed for warmth. He had a thick jacket and layers and shit. I… was not. I was dressed in a light summer dress, tits out of my bralette, leggings and panties holding my toys in my pussy and ass. And did I mention the trenchcoat draped and buttoned over my shoulders, and the handcuffs around my wrists?
Well, we looked like an adorable couple if you didn’t open my coat.
“I should have gagged you,” he muttered.
We walked briskly across the parking lot, and into the supermarket. While my boyfriend was remotely controlling the Bluetooth vibrator in my pussy, we actually had a shopping list. Everything from food to cleaning supplies, for our apartment and our roommates. (Who I do fuck, thank you very much, but that’s another story for another time.) But since my hands were a little preoccupied, my boyfriend kinda had to push the cart around and pick up everything from the shelves.
So of course he abused his power to fuck with me.
“The good coffee! The one in the yellow bags!”
“The 3 in 1 instant shit? The buy-one-get-one-free bags for 3 bucks?”
“No, fuck-knuckle! The good shit!”
“Ah, the shitty ones.”
Every single time I mouthed off (and believe me, I had a filthy sailor mouth), he’d send me to my knees, eyes squeezed shut as I came. They probably had to call for a clean up on Aisle 3, if you know what I mean. On one hand, the supermarket was pretty empty, even for a weekday afternoon. On the other hand, my nipples were so damn sensitive. Not only was my bralette propping my tits out, they were rubbing against the lining of my dress.
I didn’t keep track of how many times I came, but my boyfriend was keeping track.
“That’s half a dozen times you’ve mouthed off, whore,” he said as I carefully stood up, hands behind my back.
“And you’re the tasteless asshole dating me.”
“Speak up, slut.”
I scowled at him. My boyfriend reached into my handbag and pulled out my nipple clamps.
“No…” I realized what he was going to do. He gave me a look. Last chance. I could apologize or safe-word out.
“You absolute bastard,” I muttered.
That wasn’t the safe-word.
Without looking around, he unbuttoned the top half of my coat and yanked it open. I wasn’t going to resist. He looped the chain through my choker, and tugged my erect nipples a little. I shuddered as he clipped them onto my nipples.
“Do you think they’ll fall off?” he asked. I shook my head as he shrugged, ignoring me. “Better not risk it.”
I squeaked in pain as he tightened the clamps.
“Are you gonna mouth off?”
I tried to intensify my glare. He patted me on my head and kissed my forehead as he buttoned up my coat again. “Good girl.”
As the cashier motioned at us, my boyfriend gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “Go wait for me by the newspapers. I’ll pay.”
I smiled demurely, from behind my mask, as the cashier began scanning our groceries and my boyfriend made small talk. He’s a fucking social animal, the sort of extrovert that somehow befriends older women in their 40s and 50s effortlessly. When he flew to my city to live with me, he booked a seat by the evacuation door for the legroom, and by the time I met him at the airport, he was friends with the flight attendants.
And then there’s me, a girl who prefers to text her friends, and spends her time writing on Reddit.
I stared at the headlines on the newspapers on display. Apparently the world has been experiencing a pandemic, judging by the headlines. That would certainly explain why we were wearing masks and quarantining. Absolutely fascinating.
I felt my vibrator pick up a notch. I looked up, glaring at that asshole. He was pointing in my general direction with one hand, as if he was telling a hilarious anecdote about me. I squatted down by the magazine stand, as my vibrator kicked into gear. Was that son of a bitch actually going to make me cum by the store exit?
The doors opened as a father walked out with his daughter, and the winter breeze bit against my skin. Yup, and I was dating that son of a bitch.
I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm build in me as the vibrator found my G-spot. I balled my hands into fists and gritted my teeth, cumming for the 10th time in my soaked leggings, as the vibrator hit its maximum power. As I recovered, I could hear a cart approach me.
“Oh hey, Lee!” he said in mock surprise. When we were back in my car, I was going to have words with him. I braced myself against the cart, pushing myself up.
And then he released the cart. I stumbled backwards, bumping into the cart and falling on my side as he hurried back to the cashier.
“My credit card!” he yelled. I could detect a tone of surprise in his voice, but that didn’t stop me from yelling, “Ow! Fuck!”
I landed hard, the chain yanking on my nipple clamps, as I realized belatedly that the vibrator was still going strong.
“Fuuuuuuck.” The words escaped my mouth in a moan, mostly in pain. I felt him sprint back, “Lee! Are you f-”
He cut the vibrator, picking me up. “Are you fine!”
I had some choice swears at the tip of my tongue, but he looked genuinely upset. He patted my head and my side, checking for bruises. He squeezed my non-existent bicep on my good side. Anything broken? Are we good?
I caught my breath, steadying myself, before I nodded twice, then once. Yellow.
“I’m fine! We should go.” I spoke up, as the staff approached us. I positioned myself between the cart and the wall, and I headed for the exit briskly. The last thing I needed was for someone to touch me and realize what I was actually wearing this whole time. As we left the heated supermarket, my boyfriend cast his eyes at me.
“Do you want me to uncuff you?” he asked, speeding up to walk beside me. I raised my brows. “Later? We’re not done yet, are we?”
I could feel a nasty bruise starting to form, but I was dressed like a stupid slut for a reason. Well, two reasons. I wanted to be forced to cum a ton, and I wanted to get facefucked.
We strolled back to my car, as my boyfriend told me all about his new friend, our cashier.
“One more thing before we pack the car,” he added, as he opened the driver’s door. He gently positioned me in front of him as he sat in my seat, looking up at me. “You know the drill.”
I looked down at his crotch.
“Seriously?” I asked, half-jokingly as I squatted down. I knew what he wanted. All guys want the same thing, and my boyfriend’s no exception.
“Y’know, you *did* make me fall down,” I pointed out. He unbuttoned most of my coat, stripping me practically topless. My nipples glared through the thin fabric of my summer dress.
“But you’re still doing it,” he replied. Touché.
I watched expectantly, as he started the engine and switched the heater on. He tugged his pants down, and I watched as his cock rapidly wilted in the cold. I hoped his pre-cum would have given the tip of his cock frostbite, but he had some thick ass thighs and a warm ass heart. Biologically speaking, of course. He was still a cold-hearted asshole for making me suck him off.
I looked up at him. “Do you want this blowjob or what?”
“Just do it with your mouth! It’s a fucking blowjob!”
I huffed, flipping my bangs to a side, before going back to his cock. I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t think this subreddit talks about flaccid cocks enough. My boyfriend’s more of a grower than a shower. Erect, his cock is enormous, but when he’s flaccid, it looks like a dying worm. I gathered up some spit and began to blow him, feeling it come alive in my mouth as it filled me with his scent.
And his scent! It’s not musky, but it smelt like… him. Sure, we used the same soap, but there’s something about burying my face in his groin that feels like coming home, like it’s safe for me to fall into his arms. I’d savor this moment for an eternity, but then his cock grows beyond what I can cram down my throat, and I have to pull myself off him. Or in this case, to let him pull me off his cock.
I coughed in alarm, feeling my throat whine. He left my head on his cock for a moment, before pulling me up. I choked and sputtered, little bits of spit hitting his groin. And then he pushed me back down onto his cock, letting me bob my head to a comfortable rhythm. I could see him fiddle with his pocket from the corner of my eye, pulling out the remote.
“God damn, you’ve been good. Eleven fucking orgasms, huh?”
I agreed, between strokes. I wasn’t a fan of where this was going, given the fact that I was squatting in the middle of a frozen parking lot giving a blowjob, but there wasn’t much room for debate. I felt him switch on the vibrator, humming at the lowest level. “Maybe I should do this, keeping you horny. You trying your best yet, slut?”
Bitch, my calves were killing me. I could feel my nipples being tugged with every bob. I felt him turn it up, and I moaned, trying to pick up the pace and fight the cold.
“You better not cum before me,” he warned, as he lightly smacked my cheek. I felt the freezing ring on his finger and cried out around his cock. I had my techniques to make him cum, but most of them relied on my hands and the ability to think straight. First of all, I wasn’t straight. Second of all, between the cold and the impending orgasm, I wasn’t able to concentrate.
I felt my boyfriend pull me down as I came, gagging on his cock, his hands gripping my head. I heard him exhale sharply in disappointment, and I could feel him shifting in my seat.
Well, I guess he’s going to skullfuck me then. Times like this, I just surrender control to my boyfriend. I love the feeling of him in my throat, his hands in my hair, only being able to breath when he deems. And then I came, as he fed his cock down my throat. I saw stars, feeling my eyes water as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
He glowered at me, picking up the pace. I could feel his hips bucking into my face, and I let my spit drool down his shaft, like the messy deepthroat slut I was. We settled into his rhythm, letting me breath between strokes, as he moaned and talked dirty and I let myself build up to another orgasm.
I don’t know how long it took, but he came buckets. Some of it went straight down my throat, but he pulled out and came on my lips, making an absolute mess on my chin and lower face. I sucked hard, milking my boyfriend’s cock and trying to savor every last drop. As he caught his breath, I idly toyed with his cock and grinned widely at him.
“Good?” I asked. He nodded, helping me get to my feet. Of course it was good. He reached into his pocket and with a practiced motion, followed my arms down to the cuffs and uncuffed me. I pulled up the straps on my dress and fed my hands through the sleeves of my coat, before hopping onto his lap for a quick cuddle.
My boyfriend allowed me to cum one last time, before he took off my nipple clamps and allowed me to clean myself up. It was still kinda clear to an experienced slut like me that I had been freshly facefucked, but I was relatively sure I could pass muster. If not for the cuffs around one wrist, you couldn’t tell what I had been doing.
“Looks good,” my boyfriend concluded, arms on his hips. We loaded our groceries into the car, stacking it like a fucked up game of Jenga.
I unlocked my phone, glancing at our to-do list. Groceries, checked. Cumming a dozen times at the local supermarket, checked. Getting skullfucked in the middle of a parking lot, checked.
Not bad for an afternoon at the supermarket!
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