TITLE    : Supermarket Slut: Episode 1
STORYID  : supermarket-slut-episode-1_2002
SUMMARY  : She loves her job, especially the meat dept.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-02-23
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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<b>Episode One: The Meat Department</b>



I kissed Peter and sucked on his lower lip, tasting his sweat saliva, smiling as I pulled away from him. He smiled as I slowly started to unbuckle his belt and when I started to unbutton his pants, he pushed my head down with this big thick meaty hand. I could smell the scent of his cock through his boxers, his thick prick bouncing through them. I looked up at him and grinned, sliding those boxers off. I made eye contact with his prick and closed my eyes...letting his big dick find its way to my wet lips. When the head of his dick finished circling my wanting lips, the fat, smooth, thick pole slid easily into my mouth in one stroke, and I grabbed his ass for dear life. Sucking off the guy in the meat department in the supermarket was certainly a brave thing to do.



I started flirting with Peter about a week ago when I started this job. Store Manager of a busy mid-town supermarket was certainly going to be a challenge, and my husband Dan was behind me one hundred percent. We were a mid-twenties couple living in a rather ritzy neighbourhood, and the job was just a block down the street. It was too good to be true.



It got better, though. Once I met the staff, I realized that most of them were either high-school jocks who were working for extra cash, or college students working to pay off school. All of them were hot. I mean hot. Whoever had this job before me certainly have a soft spot for hotties! They were all cute, muscular, arrogant and loud. All of them had eyes on me, but only some of them had balls to approach me. The ones that did got the most attention from me too, as I can't say I was shy about flirting with sweaty guys in white shirts with bursting tight pecs and biceps. 



The one that caught my eye was Peter, though. He was very modest, polite, kind and charming. When he talked to you, you were on his level, which was always a good time. He was always smiling at a joke, no matter how bad it was. He was the first guy to offer me help when I was adjusting to the store, and always was there for company during a smoke break. When it became apparent to us, and pretty much everyone else in the store, that we were getting comfortable with each other, we made no secret to hide our make out sessions in the stockroom in the back. 



I know what you're thinking, but I'm not a whore. I'm really not. But hey, if I was a guy, you would be cheering me on right now, wouldn't you? You wouldn't even give it a second thought. That's the thought I had for the brief second I pondered my affair. Not that my husband would ever cheat on me (I don't think he has the balls to), but when an opportunity like this lands on your lap, you let it happen. When a tall, young, athletic, muscular, tanned and toned, 6'2, 185 lbs, cute as a puppy dog stud smiles at you--you smile back. When a horny young stud comes up to you and kisses you on the lips and whispers in your ear that he can make you feel like a woman if you meet him in the back--you go. When this sweaty beast of a man hovers above you on top of your desk and promises you you can experience multiple orgasms with one stroke of his cock, you take your pants off. That was my mentality. That was the straw that broke the camel's back--or the stud that came in the manager's mouth in this case. 



I'm remembering this in flashbacks as I'm watching his thick stomach hurl towards me back and front, forwards and backwards. His thick cock has not left for mouth--I'm not coming up for air. The only air I'm breathing is through my nose, and all I can smell is the heat from his cock. His hairless, smooth sweaty balls, thick and full of cum, are bouncing off of my chin. He's grabbing my blond hair, moaning my name, grabbing my ears and twisting, shoving his hand down on my head, he's fucking my mouth, faster and faster, harder and harder, he's holding my head down, he's hurting my nose, he's pumping and pumping and pumping and pump...



...he's coming...



...almost in slow-motion, everything freezes--and then it hits me. All at once, like a waterfall, his thick white cum floods my mouth, heaps of it pouring out of my lips. He pulls out, yanks my hair and starts stroking his cock all over my face, amazingly still cumming, blinding me, filing my nostrils, he's smacking me with his cock, left cheek, right cheek. I wipe me eyes and see him, smiling at me, caressing my cheek. Using his index finger, Peter makes a trail of cum from my forehead to the tip of my nose and shoves it in my mouth. I suck it all off of his finger and reach up for him. He hugs me, tells me I did a good job, and that I'll "fit right in here." I'm not quite sure what he meant by that, but I don't care at this point. Peter just made a woman out of me.



I walk to the mirror and watch Peter clean himself up in the reflection. What a stud, I'm thinking. This young buck, who just fucked the manager in less than a week on the job. He broke me in, almost initiated me. I loved it, the thought of being used like that, regardless of my personal life, accomplishments or marriage. Peter was right, for a few minutes, he did make me feel like a woman. And I loved it. 



Thanks to Peter, I was off to a great start. I know this job will be a lot more than I bargained for, but I think I'm up for all sorts of challenges...



<i>...The Beginning!</i>

