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Klara is on the hunt for fruit for a delightful dessert, but little does she know that this escapade for a sweet treat will lead her down a sexual rabbit hole. She watches two grocery store employees sixty-nine in an office and is smothered in titillating foods as she get her pussy eaten out by a hot friend…

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Klara gave her trolley an annoyed shove as she tried to turn the corner into the produce area of the supermarket, she always seemed to get the trolleys that were challenged in some way. This time there was something weird going on with the front right wheel and if she so much as thought about turning in any direction, it jammed up and started skidding along the concrete floor.

She almost had everything she had come for, just a rockmelon for dessert at Brad’s tonight, she’d seen them on a deal but looking around her at the gridded, colourful sections of fluorescently lit fruit, she couldn’t seem to locate any. There were no staff on the floor, but Klara had seen someone go out through the forklift entrance, so she headed that way to ask whether there was more stock out back.

She pushed through the vertical, heavy plastic strapping that acted as a door and was faced with a Tetris like configuration of cartons of stock, some still wrapped and on pallets and others appearing as if they were about to make a dash for the interior shelves. Still, no well-priced rockmelon or helpful staff in sight.

 A furtive movement to her left compelled her to turn and walk in that direction, leaving the loaded trolley just inside the plastic curtain, in search of assistance. Rounding the corner of a particularly messy stack of cartons, Klara suddenly stopped and took a step backwards to keep herself out of view of some startlingly unexpected activity happening in a small office.

Shuffling closer to the boxes, she leaned forward to get a better look at what was unfolding, a very corporate, sharp edged, severe bun wearing goddess was using her darkly lipsticked mouth to eat the enormously hung cock of a man that looked to be at least 20 years younger. The side perspective Klara had of this free-to-air porn scene showed a face enraptured and worshipful, and a smooth, round ass tensed and toned.

Silently Klara squatted lower and found a viewing window that she thought was magnificent as it allowed her to watch with little to no chance of being seen. The fellatio was mesmerising, the constant sweeping envelopment of approximately half of the large cock looked like the executive woman’s favourite meal of the day, her lips left a high tide line where her reach stopped, a pretty, painted cock ring of decoration.

As she continued to watch, the woman stood from where she had been crouched, maintaining unbroken eye contact with her conquest, and slowly began to hitch up her tight skirt, revealing thigh high stockings and a bare pussy. She turned around and leaned herself over the desk, balancing on white shirted arms and offering up her snatch of paradise for the taking.

The man collected himself in his right hand, stroking and smudging the ring of lipstick as he prepared to enter her juicy slice, nudging his large tip in first, still supported by his hand, then pushing in further as he took control of her hips. He wasn’t fully immersed but dove deeper with each thrust, taking his time, enjoying the slick, warm wetness around him.

Klara squatted transfixed; rockmelon quest forgotten as she slid her hand inside her own leggings to rub herself in response to the lusty vision she was witnessing. Her fingers dove down past her clit to her soaking yoni, and she plunged them inside to coat them with her creamy essence, gliding back up to caress her clit with her own delicious lubrication.

Things were really steaming up in the office now, from Klara’s surveillance spot it looked like full penetration had been achieved, she could hear the smack of hips against ass and muffled groans and panting. Her thighs were tightening up from her wide legged squat, so she sank to her knees onto the hard concrete, one hand still pleasuring herself, the other holding the side of a carton for balance.

A change in intensity and position was unwinding through the glass, the male removed his cock and bent down to ravenously eat pussy from behind, pulling apart butt cheeks and labia, licking, probing, sucking. Klara began to imagine herself taking that massive dick into her own mouth, still tasting of the other woman’s flavour, trying to get it deep into her throat, holding onto his solid thighs to get better traction.

He turned the suited goddess towards him now, kissing her and teasing her with his fingers. She leaned back on the desk on stiff arms, legs wide, opening up to him as he slid his hardness back into her. She gasped as he hit her cervix with his length, her eyes opened wider, and she bit her lip with desire.

One hand went to the back of her neck, deepening their kisses, and he held tightly to her ass as his thrusts became faster and harder. Klara saw the woman bring her fingers to her clit as she started to cum and she imagined that she was that woman being plundered as she pulsed continuously at her own clit, so close to getting herself off.

Klara’s body began to spasm at the same time as the fornicating couple came together in frantic bucks and twists against each other, locked tightly, intimately, moving as one being. Their grinding gradually slowed to a contented rock as they came down from the serotonin high they’d just achieved.

Gently removing her hand from inside her clothing, Klara leveraged herself to standing on slightly stiff, slightly shaky legs, coming back to the reality of her surroundings. She quickly moved away from the office towards her abandoned trolley and burst her way back into the retail area like a return to the wardrobe from Narnia.

Strawberries and bananas would have to do for dessert, all she could think about now was finding Brad and ruthlessly smashing her pussy into his face while she 69’d him with his penis deep inside her throat.

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Dessert in hand, Klara rang Brad’s doorbell and waited impatiently for him to let her in. She’d made it home and thrown together the sweet treat for after dinner, it wasn’t quite a trifle as there was no splash of brandy, but it had a fruit salad base with large chunks of sponge cake on top soaking up the juice, topped with whipped cream spooned to the rim of the bowl.

As always, Brad’s smile gave Klara a solid twang of desire deep in her gut as he flashed it for her, he took the dessert out of her hands to lead the way down the hallway to the kitchen. The smell of rich tomato sauce wafted over as she neared the stove top where a pasta dish was bubbling gently in a red pond of vegetable broth. Brad placed her bowl on the large island countertop and turned to embrace her.

The images of the couple fucking in the office were still twerking through Klara’s brain and she was edgy and sensitive, even the air brushing against her felt erotic. Brad pushed her back against the cold stone of the island and kissed her softly in the way she loved, his kisses flowed and melted, running like warm liquid through her entire body.

She reached her hands behind her and hoisted herself up to sit on the granite bench. Brad slid his hands along her thighs under her dress to where she sat naked and wet. She grabbed at the hem of her frock, swept it up and over her head, then keeping her eyes locked with his, she slowly lowered herself backwards onto her elbows and moved her legs wider apart.

Brad needed no further invitation; his mouth found her clit and began the ritual of heady worship that he was so fucking good at, alternating licking and rolling with sucking and flicking, increasing pressure and releasing at just the point that it became too much, controlling her build up like a pro.

Klara watched his head between her thighs, relishing the sensation of being eaten out so delightfully in her madly horny state. She relaxed completely, laying her shoulders onto the countertop and giving herself up to lust and sensation.

Stretching her arms out, her knuckles hit against the bowl of dessert and her fingers brushed over the whipped cream. Klara scooped some into her hand, reaching towards Brad and running a thick line of cream from her pubis to her sternum. Another handful smeared artfully across her nipples had Brad’s attention, pulling his tee roughly from his torso and dropping his pants, he filled Klara with his fingers and began licking his way up her belly, following the frothy trail.

Klara gasped sharply as his mouth covered her cream covered nipple and sucked it firmly before licking over the rounded curves of her breast like a cat, then returning to suck again deeply. His hand pinched her other nipple through the cream as his palm massaged the delicate skin.

This was so hot; she could feel Brad’s cock about to replace his hand to fuck her like she craved. She lifted her head to watch, knowing he would be licking her juice off his fingers and enjoying it even more than the cream. When he had finished with that, he gave a wicked smile and pulled the dessert bowl closer, digging out a fistful of fruit, sponge and cream, slathering it across Klara’s chest and down her stomach. Then as if this had somehow marked her as his own, he held onto her thigh, smashing roughly into her pussy, while his food covered hand worked her breasts, rubbing through the gourmet mess.

Klara grabbed her own handful of try-hard trifle and coated Brad’s chest with the sticky mixture. Brad growled in his throat and dragged her off the edge of the bench so that she had to wrap her legs around him to support herself. He lay down onto her, still driving his hips savagely against hers, the food was mashed in-between them, and it somehow made the fucking super charged.

Kissing her mouth, grazing her teeth, capturing her tongue, pounding into her pussy, Brad was in his element. He gulped in oxygen between thrusts and kisses, the pliant softness of Klara’s lips seeming to mirror the feeling of their sexual body parts meeting below.

He brought more cream to them, and they sucked it off his fingers together, tongues overlapping and tangling, laughing at the sexiness of it. A mouthful of red wine from the glass he had been drinking while preparing dinner, slowly dribbled into Klara’s mouth then swirled between them, some escaping and trickling down the side of her face, Brad catching drips with his fingertips and painting it across her cheek.

He was getting closer to cuming she could tell, he intensified his relentless grinding into her, and she could feel her own pressure building. Klara tightened her legs around his hips and rocked herself with him hoping they could fall over the edge of orgasm together. His kisses became messy and unthinking, pure instinct, along with the groans he was making with each breath.

Klara locked into the sensations coursing through her body, primarily peaking at her clit but also aware of the concentration of blood flow happening within her nipples, crushed against Brad’s chest and the sticky and slippery remains of the fruit salad.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung desperately to him, wanting to merge into his pleasure, to crash to the apex of their arousal. Her cries were sex filled and uncontrollable, panting in short bursts from her throat, ripped from her heartbeat, bouncing off the kitchen walls.

Her climax overtook everything, and she felt her brain spin on an axis as if she were a figure skater mid twirl. Brad’s shouts receded as her body took precedence, before she fell back into consciousness becoming aware of the twitching shakes of Brad’s cock delivering his full load into her.