Priceless Tip

You don't need to know my name, just call me J. I work in one of the supermarket in Tokyo, Japan as security guard. It's a boring job but it pays the bills. That is until I met her, the woman who would change my life. Her name was Marina. She was a beautiful, busty, blonde bombshell with piercing blue eyes that could make any man's knees wobble. Every time she walked into the store, she had an aura of sex appeal that could make the fruit ripen on the spot.

Marina was a bored housewife, married to some guy who probably didn't know how to appreciate a woman like her. She had that "I want to fuck you right now" look in her eyes, and I was more than happy to oblige. She had a way of moving that screamed "Take me, I'm yours." Her hips swayed like the branches of a willow tree in the wind, and her tits bounced like they were begging for a good, hard squeeze.

The first time it happened was on a lazy Tuesday afternoon. The store was almost empty, and I had nothing better to do than to watch the security monitors. That's when she caught my eye. She was wearing a tight, low-cut dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. She looked like she was dressed for a night out, but she was pushing a cart filled with groceries.

I saw her again in the aisle with the condoms. She lingered there, looking at the different brands with a sly smile on her face. That's when she looked up and caught my gaze. Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. She looked away, but not before giving me a wink that said, "Follow me."

I did.

Marina led me to the back of the store, to the stockroom. She pushed the cart aside and leaned against the shelves filled with cleaning supplies. She looked up at me with a hungry expression, her lips parted slightly. She reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to her.

"You know what I want," she whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck me right here, right now."

I didn't need any more convincing. I kissed her, and she melted into me. Her mouth was like a warm, wet pussy, eager to be filled. Her tongue danced with mine as we explored each other's mouths. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I reached down and grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard. She moaned into my mouth, pressing her body closer to mine. I slid my hand under her dress, feeling her soft, round cheek. Her panties were already soaked.

"You're so wet," I murmured.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she confessed.

With that, I pulled down her panties and lifted her onto the shelf. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pulled out my cock. It was hard and ready for her. She reached down and stroked it a few times before guiding it to her pussy.

I slammed into her, and she gasped. Her pussy was tight, like a glove made for my dick. She was so wet that I could feel her juices running down my shaft. She bucked her hips, pushing herself onto me, taking all of me inside her.

We fucked like animals in that stockroom. She was wild, grinding against me, scratching my back, and whispering dirty words into my ear. I had never been with a woman so uninhibited, so eager to please and be pleased.

I felt my balls tighten, and I knew I was about to cum. I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach. She laughed, a naughty little giggle that made me want to fuck her again.

We had our little rendezvous in the stockroom every chance we got. Sometimes it was quick, just a blowjob behind the meat freezer or a handjob in the office. Other times, it was a full-on fuck fest, with her riding my cock like a cowgirl while I played with her tits.

Marina had a taste for the forbidden, and I was more than happy to give it to her. We fucked in the bathroom stalls, the manager's office, and even in the produce section. Once, she even gave me a blowjob in the middle of the aisle while I pretended to be checking the expiration dates on the milk cartons.

But the best was when we had the whole store to ourselves. We'd sneak into the back room and go at it like there was no tomorrow. She'd strip naked, and I'd take her from behind, her tits bouncing as she moaned with every thrust. Or she'd get on top and ride me like a bucking bronco, her pussy milking me dry.

We didn't always use condoms, which was risky, but the thrill of possibly getting caught was part of the turn-on. And when she let me creampie her, oh boy, that was heaven. I'd fill her up with my cum, watching as it leaked out of her pussy and down her legs. She'd smile and tell me how much she liked the feeling of me inside her, my seed filling her up.

Marina had a wild side that she never knew existed before we started fucking. She'd come to work with bruises on her neck from where I had held her down, and her hair would be a mess from my hands tangled in it. But she'd just laugh it off and tell her husband that she'd had a wild night with the girls.

The affair went on for months. We'd text each other dirty pictures and sext all day, planning our next encounter. I'd get hard at work just thinking about her tight, wet pussy waiting for me.

One day, she told me she wanted to try something new. She had a fantasy of being watched. So, we set it up. She told me to go into the stockroom and wait for her. When she came in, she had a tiny camera in her hand.

"I want to record us," she said. "So I can watch it when I'm home alone."

We turned on the camera and went at it like porn stars. She moaned and screamed, her tits bouncing as she rode my cock. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed through the empty room. When I was about to cum, she leaned back, giving me a perfect view of my cock disappearing into her pussy.

"Cum inside me," she begged. "I want to feel you in me."

And I did. I came hard, filling her up with my hot, sticky cum. She collapsed onto me, panting and smiling. We watched the video together, and she was so turned on by it that she made me fuck her again.

But all good things must come to an end. One day, her husband found the video on her phone. She told me that she was sorry, that she had to end it. But she promised she'd never forget the amazing times we had together.

I was sad to see her go, but I understood. I had my job, and she had her life. But every time I see a blonde in a tight dress pushing a cart down the aisle, I can't help but think of Marina and the wild, uninhibited sex we had in that supermarket stockroom. And I know, deep down, she's thinking of me too, remembering the days when she was a bored housewife turned naughty little slut, taking her pleasure from the security guard with the big cock.