Have you ever been out, at work or at the gym or in a supermarket, and you see something. It could be something small. Something tiny that only you saw. But as minuet as it might be, it gets your mind wondering. You start picturing it in your mind, experiencing it again. Then that grows to a scenario that grows and develops in your mind. Now you’re in that mood. You know what you need, it’s all you can’t think about. That animalistic need that takes over. That’s what happened to our old friend Bishop, as he walked through the isles of the supermarket. He was in that bad mood. It was beginning to take over. He’d been going through a dry spell recently. His last book sold so well, the publisher promised a huge advance if he could get a second book out as soon as possible. So for almost a year, he’d been in his officer, working on the second book. But that didn’t leave him much time for socializing. That also made him extremely horny.
Every female he saw, they instantly got put into sexual scenarios in his head. He couldn’t focus on shopping at all. He was too busy picturing bending the cashier over her station. Or pushing a mother of two against the candy isle and taking her. And that’s when he saw her. A beautiful girl, with bright red hair, went walking past him. The second Bishop saw her, he needed her.
Not only did she have soft, ivory skin, that drove Bishop crazy. But she was five feet, eight inches and extremely slender. She had perfect, perky D cups, which made her super tight t-shirt lift up enough to see her tight stomach every time she reached for something. And her long legs, and toned calves were accented in her, what Bishop assumed were, size 0 jeans. He didn’t know what came over him.
He stopped what he was doing and walked over to this vision of beauty.
“Hey.” He said casually. “I’m Alexander Bishop.”
“Hi, I’m Sam.” She replied smiling, caught off guard by the random introduction. She stuck her hand out to shake his, but instead, he held onto her and with both of his.
“Nice to meet you Samantha. Can you follow me?” He asked gently.
“Ummm, follow you where?” She asked nervously.
“Just follow me.” Then without another word, he couple his hand with the hand of hers he was holding, and started walking off, trailing Samantha behind him.
“Where are we going?” Sam asked. But Bishop just ignored her. He took her through two double doors, and through a back stalking around. In the back were two unisex, private bathrooms. Still, towing Sam behind him, he kicked open the door, pulled her in with him, and locked it behind him. Samantha back herself against a wall on the other side of the bathroom.
“You can have my money, please just don’t hurt me.” Bishop walked over, reached over, pulled her hair to make her head point upwards, and started kissing her. At first, she kissed him back. Feeling his tongue forcing its way into her mouth gave her a jolt of pleasure that ran through her body. But that jolt of pleasure snapped her into reality. She realized she couldn’t let this happen. She pressed both hands against his chest and tried pushing him off with both hands. But he didn’t budge.
Bishop pulled her hair again, this time causing her chin the lift up high. He started kissing and sucking on her long, slender neck. After a few minutes, Samantha stopped pushing, keeping her hands pressed against Bishops chest as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. She started feeling him bite her neck lightly every so often. Even those it slightly hurt, it only added to the pleasure. He pushed her hands aside and used one hand to massage her breast as he continued to greedily suck on her neck. That got her moaning low in his ear.
It felt so good, she started dropping her chin not even realizing. Bishop grabbed her throat, right under her chin, and pushed her head against the wall, forcing her to straighten out her neck once again. Samantha normally liked things more gentle, more romantic. But feeling Bishop being rough with her breast, she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Unfortunately, bishop couldn’t lose himself in the moment like Samantha was. The combination between her t-shirt and bra interrupted the amazing feeling of her round, firm breast. He pulled back, grabbed her shirt, and lifted it right over his head, letting it fall to the tile floor.
Then he reach behind her, unsnapped her bra with one hand. And with the other hand, in a single move, he grabbed the bra between the cups, pulled it off her, and tossed it so hard behind him it hit the door. Before getting back to satisfying his uncontrollable needs, he let his eyes soak in what he had in front of him. Samantha’s perfect breasts. Her beautiful, pink, little nipples. Her ivory skin, so soft it could easily make the finest silk jealous. Feeling exposed, all Sam could do was smile.
Bishop bent over a little and brought his focus to Samantha’s breasts. He started sucking on her right breast while massaging the left one with his hand. Samantha push the back of her head against the wall as she moaned softly. She closed her eyes to focus on the tingling feeling that shot through her breast and across her body every time he sucked on her nipple. Bishop greedily shoved as much of her breast in his mouth as he sucked. He started sucking harder, needing her left breast harder. He went faster.
Samantha moaned louder. After a few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. Sam reached down, shoved her hand into her jeans, and rubbed her clit through her little pink thong. Once Bishop noticed that, he grabbed her arm hard and slammed it against the wall.
“No!” He yelled. That scared Samantha. But excited her as well.
He shoved her jeans and thong down to her ankles, reached down, and started rubbing her firm little clit hard. She was already dripping wet.
“Is that what you needed you little bitch?” Bishop grumbled, staring into her eyes. She nodded. “Is this what you couldn’t wait for?” He asked, rubbing harder. She moaned as she nodded again. He grabbed Sam’s clit with his pointer finger and thumb, pinching it hard.
The second he pinched it, her knees went weak. She started falling down, but caught herself before she did. Bishop grabbed her throat and pulled her up so she was standing up straight again. He stared into her eyes, as if ordering her not to do that again with his eyes.
“Take off your pants.” He commanded. Her jeans were already around her ankles so all she had to do was step out of them. Bishop got on his knees.
He lifted one of her legs, pushed it up, and started licking her pussy lips. That got Samantha moaning louder. He licked her clean shaven pussy lips over and over, enjoying her sweet taste. He pushed the tip of his tongue between her lips and ran it up and down her slit. Once his tongue got to the entrance of her pussy, he flipped his tongue back and forth across it. Then slid his tongue up and down her slit again. Then back to the outside of her pussy.
He continued this again and again. Samantha was moaning moaning loud now, her hands on the back of Bishop’s head, rolling and grinding her hips into his face. His face was getting covered in her juices as he ate out her tight, pink, little pussy. His cock was completely hard. He knew it was time, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He unbuttoned his jeans. He unfastened his belt.
Then he put his arms under Samantha’s thighs, wrapping his arms around, and gripping her hips. Holding on tight, he stood, lifting her up at the same time. As he got to his feet, he shook his hips, allowing his jeans and boxers fall to the floor. Keeping her pinned to the wall, lifting her up so she’s at the right height, he pushed his long, thick, hard dick into her. She was so tight, he had to force his dick in to enter her. Even though she was incredibly wet, it still didn’t help. Every time he pushed, his dick enters her a little more.
Finally after seven pumps, his cock finally slid all the way in. They both let out a groan of relief simultaneously. Bishop started bouncing Samantha up and down as he moved his hips, so every time he pushed himself inside her, his dick went in deep and hard. They heard pounding on the bathroom door.
“This is the manager. Open the door now please!” The female voice called out. But that didn’t slow Bishop down, or stop either of their moans. If anything, it made Bishop fuck Samantha faster. Harder. Which made both of them moan louder. He was fucking her as hard and as fast as he could.
“I need to cum.” Samantha said, panting.
“I’m almost there.” Bishop replied.
“Wait. Are you wearing a condom?” She asked. But Bishop didn’t answer.
He just went faster. Moaned harder.
“Don’t cum inside me. I’m not on the pill!” She yelled while moaning.
“I’m cumming.” He said loud, forcefully. Just hearing that instantly made her cum. But he didn’t slow down. She could feel him empty himself inside her for a minute straight.
Once he was done, he put Samantha on the ground and started pulling up his pants. She stood there, unsure if she could move. He got dressed, and without saying a word to her, walked out the door. Even though he walked past four employees, he walked out confidently, smiling. As the door shut behind him, Samantha slid to the floor in an exhausted, satisfied pile of flesh.
So remember dear reader. The sin isn’t giving into those needs and desires. The sin is not living those fantasies out of fear. Because if you suppress those needs long enough, they might just take over and drink deep from the fountain of depravity.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9cptm6/supermarket_excursion_by_bishop_mf_public_rough