0 comments/ 52173 views/ 6 favorites The Delivery Man By: salanore I had arranged with Jennifer to go and stay with her for a few days so that I could do some clothes shopping and also to give her pussy a good fucking. We decided that on my arrival she would be dressed in her schoolgirl outfit that consisted of a white blouse, red tartan skirt and white socks. I also told her that I wanted her to be blindfolded when she answered the door and that I would knock twice so she knew that it would be me. The journey from my house to hers was uneventful although the traffic was slightly heavier than usual. This meant that I arrived at Jen’s about 10 minutes later than expected. I was feeling devious and decided that instead of knocking on the door as planned, I would let myself into her flat and surprise her. As I was late, I knew she would be dressed as we had planned and hoped that I would catch her masturbating either on the bed or on the sofa. I left my bags in the car and made my way to Jen’s front door. I was hoping that she had not put the security chain on the door, as that would have stopped me getting in. I put my ear close to the door but couldn’t hear any noise coming from inside. I inserted the key into the lock and quietly turned it until the door popped open. I leant forward slightly putting my head inside the doorway and noticed that the bedroom door was pulled to but not fully closed. I could hear a moaning noise but couldn’t work out whether it was coming from the living room or the bedroom. I quietly pushed the door open enough for me to squeeze into the hallway and then quietly closed it behind me. I stood perfectly still and realised the noise was coming from the bedroom. My heart started to race as the thought of catching her masturbating was making me very excited. I crept quietly over to the bedroom door and peered through the crack between the edge of the door and the frame. My heart was really racing as I was expecting to see Jen laid on her back in her schoolgirl outfit, her white panties pulled over to one side and masturbating her clitoris. What I saw was nothing like that. Jen was kneeling on the bed, leaning forward so that her blindfolded face was resting on the bed and her hands were tied behind her back with a belt. Her blouse had been pulled down over her shoulders and her bra had been pulled up exposing her breasts. Her little red skirt had been lifted up over her ass and she was being well and truly fucked. The man doing the fucking was in his late twenties, about 6 feet tall and very tanned and muscular. He was completely naked except for his trousers and pants that were around his ankles. I recognised the brown uniform on the floor and connected that with the UPS truck outside. He was a UPS courier. He had his hands on Jen’s hips and was giving her pussy a really good shagging. He was forcing his huge cock in and out so hard that Jen was bouncing on the bed. I watched them both for about five minutes, my cock fully erect and straining to get out of my trunks. I was feeling a strange kind of excitement although here was this unknown man giving my girlfriend a good shagging and going by the noises she was making, obviously enjoying it. I was also trying to take in the situation and how this man came to be here. Perhaps the guy had knocked twice on the door as I said I would and at about the time that I was due to arrive. Jen was blindfolded as we had arranged so she didn’t realise it wasn’t me. The guy then noticing this woman dressed as a schoolgirl and blindfolded, took advantage of the situation. The guy was now starting to make grunting noises and very soon reached his orgasm, shooting his semen into Jen’s pussy. He continued pumping her pussy for a while making sure she had taken all his semen and then pulled his cock out. I then noticed the guy was wearing a condom and it was hanging down full of semen. He pulled the condom off his cock dropping it to the floor and then bent down to pull up his trunks and trousers. At this point I went into the bathroom and pushed the door over in case he decided to make a quick exit. After about 15 seconds the guy emerged from the bedroom and opening the front door, left the flat closing the door behind him. I immediately went into the bedroom and saw Jen lying on her side. Her hands were still tied behind her back and she was still blindfolded. I found a tissue and quickly picked up the used condom and returning to the bathroom, flushed it down the toilet. After washing my hands I returned to the bedroom and took the belt off Jen’s wrists. I sat her up taking off her blindfold and gave her a big cuddle. She looked at me with a big smile on her face and said that she had really enjoyed that. She was unaware that it had not been me giving her a good shagging, but a complete stranger. Jen than told me that she needed to come and asked me to masturbate her with her vibrator. She laid on her back, spread her legs and pulled her white panties to one side. I lay down beside her and taking the vibrator started rubbing it gently over her clitoris. In no time at all she had an enormous orgasm. To this day I have not told her what actually happened but am thankful the guy had the decency to put on a condom before fucking her! The Delivery Man The pizza deliveryman had noticed the girl who ordered the Italian subs before. Her bright eyes and long raven locks were hard to miss and when he stood by her desk while she paid, it seemed that she always leaned forward a little too far. She always had a smile for him too and on more than one occasion he could have sworn that their fingers lingered when she paid him. He hoped that today would be one of those. He walked to her desk and looked around, she was in the office all alone, he smiled. "Valerie, here's your sandwich, and how's your day going?" "It's going very well thank you and how is yours going?" Taking the sandwich, letting her fingers linger just a bit as she paid and the electricity shot up her arm, to her breasts, hardening her nipples and shooting down to her pussy ...a small sigh as she took a deeeeep breath and smiles demurely at the handsome man...unwrapping the sandwich slowly she chatted with him as she looked at it and ran her warm, pink tongue across her pouty lips as her eyes shined... "Gosh, I'm so hungry and this looks delicious!" As she bit into the sandwich she glanced up to see him staring down at her... a small dollop of dressing from the sandwich on the corner of her mouth, her tongue flicked out and slowwwly drew it back. Her eyes traveled to his pants where she noticed a swelling and a sly grin came over her face. "Ummm, what's your name?" as she put the sandwich down "Rick" he replied "Rick I have a big carton I need moved in that office over there, could you help me?" "Sure", he replied as she led him into the darkened office; not noticing the way his hips moved in time with hers or the way his eyes took everything in like a predator. She pointed to a box and asked. "Could you put that on the table for me and help me tape it shut?" "Where's the tape?" A small grin escaped his lips and his foot swung the door shut behind him. He walked over, lifted the box. Walking up to him she offered the tape to him and suddenly everything changed. "You fucking slut, you little whore, I've got you now." He grabbed her wrists with one hand and taped them together quickly.. Before she could cry out He slapped a piece of the tape over her mouth and dragged her up onto the table.. Her ankles were seized and spread wide as He taped them to the table legs and He stepped back with an evil glint in His eyes. "Prick teaser", He spat. "You've been flirting with Me for weeks you fucking tramp and now you're going to get your reward." He lifted a box knife and grabbed the front of her dress. The razor sharp blade slipping down between her breasts and slicing through the dress and her bra.. He unfolded the clothes onto the table and looked at her struggling against the tape.. Only her panties left on, her breasts full and the nipples telling Him all He needed to know about this fucking cunt. He drew the box knife slowly down her belly, not pressing hard enough to break the flesh but letting her know that it was indeed headed for her nether regions. Her hips flexed and bucked at the thought of the knife being that close to her private parts. She couldn't quite figure this Man out, He had seemed so polite and nice over the time He'd been delivering her lunch and suddenly He had this mad glint in His eyes and a cruel smile on His lips. She moaned behind the tape as the knife slid under the edge of her panties and He lifted till the elastic snapped and parted ... the cool air rushing in on her (as she suddenly realized in embarrassment) wet seething cunt. The realization that He was affecting her like this hitting her like a blow. He slid the flat of the blade down her lips and then lifted the glistening tool to His lips. She watched Him lick her off and her face turned bright red, her eyes closed in shame, but her body thrilled and tensed at the thought of this Man taking her any way He wanted. "All right you fucking cunt, now your lesson is about to begin. Don't Tease the Delivery Boy 101 is in session." His hand suddenly slapped viciously down on her gaping pussy, making her cry out behind the tape and her body thrash to escape the pain, but also sending a blast of excitement racing into the depths of her cunt and up her spinal cord to explode in her brain. Slap, slap, slap.... she looked up at Him with tears in her eyes from the pain and the need that was growing in her. He was driving her crazy, but she couldn't let Him know, those terrible things He said about her couldn't be true, she wasn't a slut, she wasn't a whore, she had never been a prick tease... what was He talking about ... confused and frightened, but excited beyond belief she screamed when she suddenly felt Him shove 3 fingers deep into her tight cunt ... working them in deep and hard. No niceties about it, this Man was trying to reach her depths and turn her inside out. His hand pushed and spread and finally began thrusting back and forth like a fucking machine, her hips involuntarily rising and falling with His rhythm. He laughed and reached down to strip the tape off her mouth... she gasped for air and prepared herself to scream... when He spoke quietly. "Don't even think about it slut, not a fucking scream. You will talk only when talked to and you will do as I say." "yes Sir... just please don't hurt me." For some reason she moaned softly. "Don't hurt you? Are you fucking kidding you nasty little cumslut, I'm going to hurt you till you can't stand it and you beg for release, and then I'm going to hurt you some more. Got it whore?" He grinned. He looked up from the girl on the table... His fingers still pumping in and out of her and scanned the office quickly with His eyes. She felt ... 'was it relief?'.... When His hand suddenly slipped from her cunt and His looming mass moved across the room. 'Dear God, how does He move so quickly,' she thought to herself. He rummaged in the desk drawer and grinned when He came out with a couple of the big black folder clips with the spring loaded ends ... spinning them around His forefinger He walked slowly back to the girl, making sure she was watching Him. "What, what are you going to do with those?" she asked softly. Laughing, He showed her... the cruel black metal biting into her tender nipple as He applied them to her breasts. The pain was excruciating and sudden, her nipples throbbed and shot stabs of pain throughout her body. He fiddled with the clamps a bit, making sure they were situated well and then returned to His original stance. Slap, "oh my god." Slap, "OWWW that hurts ... it hurts really bad," suddenly bursting into tears as He slapped her throbbing little pussy yet again. She was torn by the pain from her nipples and her pussy and suddenly noticed that they seemed connected. The pain increased, but so did her arousal. Not believing that pain could feel so good she was stunned into quiet for a moment, but when He reached down and twisted a clamp, she howled like a wounded wolf bitch. He continued stroking in and out of her pussy, the pain no longer even a consideration... Her hips grinding and thrusting as He took her further and further into uncharted territory. He watched her carefully, and when He knew she was beyond redemption He growled down at her... "Slut, whore, cunt, bitch, this is what you've been waiting for all your life isn't it?" Her answer shamed and excited her, "yes Sir, oh god yes. I never knew, I never suspected ... oh please have mercy." Again He burst into laughter, "Mercy? Do I look like a merciful Man? Do you think you deserve mercy after all the times you have taunted Me with your breasts and your covert glances? There will be no mercy here girl. Only My will." Her tongue hung from her mouth, spittle forming on her lips, an almost constant moan issuing from her throat. She'd never felt anything close to this. Sure, she'd played around a bit, she'd let a few have her for a plaything. But, she had never really understood what the big deal was. This Man, this ... sandwich delivery Man was violating her and she loved it ..., "I love it Sir ... Oh God help me I love it." The cry burst from her throat Laughing "You love it? Of course you do whore I'm going to let you in on a little secret." He bent low over her and growled into her ear, "I love it more. I love watching a little miss goody two shoes like you writhe in ecstasy and pain, I love watching the prim and proper lady of the office grunt as she cums all over My fingers, and My face, and if you are real good...My cock. Would you like that bitch? Would you like Me to slip My cock into that tight little underused cunt of yours and pound until I fill you with My cum? Is that what you really want?" "Noooooo, no no no..." she tried with all her strength to muster just a little bit of resistance. "You can't, You mustn't, no please I don't want that you bastard, don't you dare." He laughed, His face drifting down her body slowly and agonizingly biting and licking her as He moved south to her mound. His fingers slamming in and out of her, her body reacting separately from her words. Hips rising and falling with every stroke He made, rolling side to side to feel the penetration even as she tried one more time to stop Him. When His lips slid over her cunt, and His tongue slithered in...it was over. A pitiful moan escaped from her lips, her back arched up, legs taut, eyes closing, tongue sliding over and over her full lips as she accepted the fact that this...this was what she wanted more than life itself, to be taken by this Man, to be used as a fucktoy, a slut, a whore, she was everything He called her and more. He devoured her like a decadent dessert. His lips covering her cunt, His tongue slathering over the pink flesh and slapping the clitoris repeatedly. Her taste simply magnificent, He dove deeper and deeper into the succulence of her wet dripping juices. Her body reacted naturally, heaving and lurching against the tape, wishing only that she could wrap her legs around Him and pull Him even further into her. He growled as He feasted and the sound drifting up from her legs where He was muffled along with the vibrations sent her over the edge again and again. He feasted for a long time, in no hurry, savoring her, relishing the control He had, noting the reactions of her body as He hit individual hot spots. 'How would she behave if He did' ... this? His tongue slowly dragging up through the lips.' Or this?' Suckling on her clitoris and then biting the hard little pearl till she cried out in lust and pain and confusion at the feelings He was engendering in her. Finally, He raised His face and leered at her. She moaned at the sight of His face glistening with her juices, His eyes a strange blue seemingly not a speck of white or black to be seen. It startled her but thrilled her beyond belief as well. A savage bite to the inside of her thigh made her cry out in pain. He had her attention. He straightened His back and stood ... looking down at the girl taped to the table...He slowly undid His belt. As He unbuttoned the clasp on the jeans and slid the zipper down they fell to the floor at His feet. He was nude underneath, His cock hard and threatening, and the head purple and coated with His precum. He grasped the cock and smeared the juice back and over the head and shaft and slapped it against the tight hole leading to her deepest recesses. When He shifted forward and pushed the head through her entering, she howled like a wolf. When He drove it all the way into her depths she fought for air and raised her hips to angle the best and fastest entry. She had nothing in mind but getting that cock further into her. They moved together as if they had been together forever. Their mutual lust rising and driving their bodies into a startling frenzy of madness and passion that was frightening to behold. The only word that could describe the force and franticness of their union would be brutal. He pounded unmercifully into her, her body rebelling against her mind and repeatedly exploding into violent spasmodic orgasms. He drove on an on, the inevitable beginning to creep through His cells and His nerves setting on fire. When a sudden bolt of energy sped down His spine and threatened to explode in His testicles, He paused. Gathering His wits, His breath and calming His nerves for one last surge, He proceeded to fuck her like a wild beast. His hips swinging back and forward on a fulcrum, powerful muscles driving Him as deep as possible and drawing Him back to the very edge of slipping from her then exploding Him back forward in a savage dance as old as time itself. She screamed...an earsplitting sound that rocked the entire office building as her body bowed unnaturally in one more orgasm. It sent Him over the edge. His balls pumping jism into her beaten cunt at enormous velocity. He shuddered and stood pinned in her, unable to withdraw; impossible to move until the nervous seizure that gripped His body expended itself. With a sudden shiver, His body relaxed...His eyes closed and a low feral growl issuing from His chest for a few moments. She whimpered beneath Him, looking up at this Man who had taken her in ways that she had never even read about. Her mind, as it came back slowly, running through the possibilities from now forward. She gasped as He withdrew from her...He stepped back and stared at her, then picked up her clothes and wiped the cum and juices from His cock. With a sneer, He looked down and spit out, "next time try Chinese you silly cunt." He turned quickly and slipped out of the door without a sound. The girl lay on the table, taped spread eagled, juices dripping from her body and waited pitiably for someone to find her and release her. When she finally was free and had described her assailant to the police, she went home and found herself craving cannoli. The Delivery Man The only question now was what to do with the money. The mortgage had been paid off, the cars updated and trust funds set up for the children. There was still more. Much more. The Bahamas had been great, and they had both looked good in their new clothes, but now what? 'Money doesn't matter to me,' I had always told people, and myself. It wasn't until you had some, or a lot, that you realised what power it could bring. Of course I had known that my father had been a wealthy man, but I had had no idea quite how wealthy. During the twenty years that I had not seen or spoken to him he must have swum against the tide and vastly increased his wealth during the crisis that had afflicted most of the world. He had been an impressive man. Not very likeable, but impressive. Gazing at the photo of him on the cover of a business magazine someone had sent me, I marvelled at how physically alike we were. The strong jaw and compact build. The dark eyes. It was all there. Of course we would have been similar in character too if I hadn't consciously tried to mould myself in opposition to him. Even so I had seen flashes of his nature in my own. It pained me to accept it, but I had inherited more than just his wealth. My libido too, had come from my dear father but, unlike him, I had done my best to keep it under control. It hadn't been easy by any stretch of the imagination but I had managed it. More or less. A vigorous masturbation regime had been the mainstay of my effort not to destroy my family, through womanizing, as he had done. There had also been the occasional prostitute, but the fear and the guilt had overshadowed the pleasure. It wasn't that I had any moral objection to prostitution, as long as the girls were independent and not coerced, it was more a fear of catching something or getting caught and blowing apart the domestic bliss that I had worked so hard to achieve. Now, it seemed, even those eventualities could be avoided. The expression 'the world is your oyster' suddenly took on new meaning for me. While venting my sexual frustration on an internet forum someone had given me the email address of a man who identified himself only as the Delivery Man. It sounded weird, but what was the harm in checking it out. The Delivery Man catered to wealthy clients who needed to have their sexual needs met, in a discreet way. The first message I received after contacting the 'DM' contained a link to a secure website where we could correspond via a secure messaging service. The security of the system was of the highest level; it used the so-called 'dark web', so it was not indexed by any search engine, and our messages were encrypted. Financial transactions too, were secure and discreet. The DM sent a document outlining a method of payment and a cover story to hide the large sum of money I would be expected to pay. It consisted of a false tax demand and advice on how to break the news to my wife that a large amount of money would have to be paid. The DM explained that the two most important aspects of this 'event' would be safety and discretion. As far as safety was concerned he offered what he called a 'multi-level risk reduction strategy'. A doctor, retained by me, would test all the women, or men, involved for every known venereal disease; he would then wait three months and test them again. During those three months the 'partners', as he liked to call them, would agree not to have any sexual relations with anyone, and would be told that they would be investigated by a private detective. If the detective even suspected that they had slept anyone other than a regular partner during those three months, the deal was off. If they were caught doing pornography or any kind of sex work they were banned from working with the DM for life. All correspondence and a signed contract with the detective agency would be made available to me. The DM stated that although no sexual activity was risk free,they had never had an 'incident'. As for my sexual health the DM sent me a list of lawyers and doctors around the country, I was to pick one of each, get tested and take a clean bill of health along to the lawyer who would confirm my identity and sign an affidavit and send it off to the DM, keeping my identity private. Once it had been confirmed that I was clean, the DM sent a message which contained links to several psychometric tests, he explained that this would help him to deliver the best possible experience, should I choose to engage his services. "This seems excessive. Can't I just tell you what I want?" I said. "Why would you go to these lengths just for a long weekend of sexual indulgence?" He answered with a strange question. "Did you earn your money through work or did you inherit it?" He asked. "My guess is the second." "How could you possibly know that?" I began to worry that he had found out who he was. "Most of my clients are self-made men and they understand that everything I do is done to the very best of my ability. That is how it is for self-made men, they are not driven by money, which is just a score card for them. They are driven by an almost uncontrollable work-ethic. I am the same. I am incapable of doing anything half-assed," he said. "My compulsion is to give my clients the best possible experience, an experience they have never even dreamed of. Naturally I have also make money out of it, but that is not what drives me," he had said, and I believed him. "The clients who question my motives and methods are usually the kids of rich people or have made the money through some creative activity which doesn't necessarily require the kind of drive that making millions for yourself normally does," he said. It dawned on me that the very rich live in a different world. A world where every service you use is delivered by the best of the best. The email contained links to four different tests; one was a fairly standard 'Big Five' personality test, another was designed to assess my sexuality on a Kinsey-type 'fully heterosexual' to 'fully homosexual scale' and the third consisted of a series of pairs of photos of people. I had to click on the person I found most attractive. The fourth consisted of three rows of female silhouettes, each with a different hip-to-waist ratio and varying in body fat from super-skinny to obese. Again, I had to choose the ones I found most attractive. These types of tests were nothing new to me, I had done similar tests on the web for fun, the difference was I didn't get to see the results; those would go directly to the DM. He explained that he also wanted me to write down any long-standing fantasies I might have, he would incorporate all of this into a psychological profile which he would then use to design my ultimate sexual experience. There were some rules: "No children, no animals, no non-consent and no permanent injury. If that is what you are expecting I would suggest you go elsewhere," he said. Good news. I was glad I didn't have to bring those up myself. The anticipation began to build. I couldn't wait to find out what I had in store for me. I found myself checking the messaging system every couple of hours, hoping for a new message from the DM. It took a couple of days before the icon showed a new message. I had been expecting to be told what the weekend would consist of; I was disappointed. When I protested the DM explained that there was one significant drawback to being as wealthy as I now was. Lack of surprise. He said that for men like me it was easy to become jaded, knowing that I could have anything I want, whenever I wanted it. "Doesn't sound too bad to me!" I responded. "You say that now but, trust me, it is a real issue. It is best not to know exactly what to expect; it heightens the anticipation and the enjoyment of the event," he said. "What if I hate what you have planned?" I asked. "It hasn't happened yet," he replied. "We need to deal with your cover story; I presume your wife might have questions if you suddenly spring on her that you want to go away alone for three days?" She definitely would. "Do you ever have to attend conferences? Or do you have a hobby that takes you away from home on occasion?" He asked. "No conferences, I am a carpenter...not much call for that," I responded. "Too much information! I don't want to know what you do or where you live. It is best for you that way," I felt chastised. "Ok, sorry. I do like to go deep-sea fishing every now and again, but that is usually with a buddy or buddies," I imagined asking Phil to cover for me. He would never be able to keep his mouth shut. "Did you go to high school or college with your wife?" He asked. "If not tell her you have been contacted by an old friend on Facebook, or something, and you want to meet up for a fishing expedition," he said. "You will find she is much more amenable to that sort of thing now that you are rich," the slight against my wife's integrity grated with me a little, but on reflection he was probably right. She wasn't a gold-digger by any means, I hadn't been rich for most of our marriage, but we had been getting along more easily since the money had come. I supposed it was only natural. "I will hire a model and he will meet with you to have photos taken with the fish the two of you have 'caught'," I was aghast at the level of detail this guy would go to. "Don't post the pics on Facebook, your real buddies will ask who the hell he is." The plan was starting to take shape. Janice hadn't flinched at the tax bill or the fishing trip. She really was being a model wife. The DM said I should book all my own flights, to maintain full discretion. I had never been to Africa before and I was taken aback by the beauty and laid-back charm of Mozambique. I had always pictured it as a war-torn hellhole, and it certainly bore some scars, but there was an atmosphere of optimism and pride about the place and it certainly was beautiful. The journey from the airport to the boat had taken a long while, but it was new and exciting so the hours passed in a flash. The Bazaruto archipelago was gorgeous. I almost regretted that I wasn't on a real fishing trip. There as always next time. A boat was waiting for me in a small tourist town, ready to transfer me to the island. On the way some sort of ray jumped out of the water in front of our boat, it made the sound of a wet towel hitting the water when it landed. No dolphins, unfortunately, but the boat captain told me there were dugongs along the coast. The house was on a private island. The DM had explained that the only people permanently on the island, other than me, would be the 'partners', two of whom were trained chefs. They would cater to my every need. A cleaning team would arrive and sweep through in an hour each day. The partners had been prepped as to what to expect and each had been given a dossier containing my profile and my likes and dislikes, not only with regards to sex but also to food and drink. The partners would arrive in a couple of hours, I was free to check out the facilities and settle in. The heat of the African day made walking through the stone-floored, thatched mansion a sensual delight, in bare feet. The porter had taken my luggage up to the room on the top floor, which consisted of an enormous room complete with a gigantic four-poster bed and an open terrace with a sea view. The porter unpacked for me as I surveyed the luxury that was mine for the next three days. He handed me a touch-screen remote control device and showed me how to start an electronic guide to the house and amenities. The whole top floor had only one access door, which was controlled via the device. I could see who was at the door and decide whether or not to let them in. The guide started with the bathroom, a masterpiece of retro-colonial opulence, with a huge ball-and-claw bathtub, a modern hot tub and a high-tech shower big enough for four, at least. Another controlled-access door led from the bathroom, I opened the door to reveal a fully equipped fantasy room. There may well be a piece of BDSM equipment or a sex toy that wasn't represented, but if there is I have never seen nor heard of it. There was a leather massage table, a St Andrew's cross on the wall, whips, chains, cuffs, clamps and dildoes galore. My cock thickened as I imagined a girl spread-eagled on the cross; mine to take at my leisure. A glass cabinet contained all manner of gels and oils and next to that was a fully-stocked bar, complete with beer and wine chillers. A fancy stainless steel fridge contained caviar, soft-drinks, expensive water and, in the freezer, three bottles of the very best Russian vodka. A third access door led to a darkened control room fitted with an opulent black-leather chair with various controls built into one arm. The click of a button brought a wall-sized screen to life. I could control thirty high-definition cameras around the house and I practiced using them by zooming in on the porter, who was leaving in the launch that had brought us here. The other cameras were trained on several bedrooms, three bathrooms, a sauna, a swimming pool, a games room, the fantasy room and several strategic points throughout the house. A small bird by the pool alerted me to the fact that the cameras were all fitted with microphones. The sound quality was exquisite. The device beeped in my hand and I looked to see a message from the DM. He said that he hoped I liked the house and the facilities on offer. I was to use them in any way I wish. He said the 'partners' would arrive in a couple of hours and also asked that I give them forty five minutes warning, via the microphone, before coming down to the ground floor. This would give them time to prepare for my arrival and it would trigger a shut-down of all video and audio recording equipment, which would stay off until I was ready to turn it back on. This would prevent any inhibition I might feel. It really was coming down to the wire. This was actually going to happen. Sipping a super-dry Japanese beer, I surveyed my fantasy world. So this is what power felt like. Money, planning, hardware and human beings, all here at my disposal, all focused on satisfying my sexual desires. As I finished the beer a sensual female voice sounded around me, announcing that a boat was approaching. I found the screen for the jetty and zoomed in just as the launch landed and tied up. The feeling of power turned to one of dizzying excitement as the adrenaline, and all manner of endorphins, coursed through my blood. Three women disembarked first, giggling and chatting excitedly, 'oohing' and 'aahing' at the idyllic love-nest. They were perfect female specimens, with rounded, soft features and curvy bodies. Two of them had flawless dark creamy skin and the third was alabaster white with flame-red hair. All wore skimpy shorts and vests or t-shirts, the redhead had no bra on and for a moment I lingered on her full tits swaying under her vest as she walked. Behind them came a stately brunette, with an elegant build. Her face was not as feminine as the others and her hair was neatly bobbed. There was a slightly severe look about her, but she was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Then came a surprise. Two men. One black and tall, built like Greek god, and the second a Southern European looking guy, with longish hair and a dancer's build. I wondered what they hell they were doing here. The scene was almost cheesy as these incredibly beautiful people strolled up the lawn towards the house. All seemed to be in their early to mid-twenties, except for the beautiful brunette, who looked to be in her mid-thirties. I reveled in the total power I had over the image and these people. Soon I would taste of them all, well the women anyway. They were mine to plunder. Deciding to sit back and enjoy my own private reality show for a while I cracked another beer and fetched some crackers and caviar. All of them were laughing and horsing around, bickering good-naturedly over who would get which room, all except the brunette, she surveyed the house like some kind of event manager. The men were cooler too, but joined in a little. The big black guy lifted one of the girls onto his shoulder and carried her towards the pool, as if to throw her in. I zoomed in on her perfect ass as he carried her off, focusing tightly on the spot I was going to penetrate, with fingers, with my tongue, with my cock. The group roamed around the place, screeching with delight at a fridge full of crystal champagne. The Latin-looking guy searched for a corkscrew and the bottle soon popped, spilling white foam down the neck. One of the girls sensuously licked it off to everyone's laughter. Champagne poured, I listened to them speculate about me, wondering where, how old, how hot I was. "Sshhh!" Hissed the brunette. "Remember the instructions!" Her voice was a delicious mix of honey and huskiness. It commanded authority and the others stopped giggling and chatting for a second, but only a second. Remembering what the DM said about anticipation I decided not to watch as they changed to swim. Instead I luxuriated in the shower and tried to decide what I was going to do. Would it be better to go downstairs, or let one or all upstairs? What the hell was I going to do with the two studs? I decided in the end that I would give them a couple of hours alone, observe what they did and then make an entrance. Freshly showered I went into the control room and turned on the video kit. They were all in, or around the pool, all except the brunette, who was sitting on a chair to the side wearing a short, black dress. The sight that greeted me at the pool was enough to delight any man's heart. One of the darker, curvy girls was lying face down beside the pool, in nothing but a g-string. Her full ass was perfectly heart-shaped and golden brown. Focusing the camera on her legs, which were slightly parted, I zoomed in and up towards her ass. The definition was incredible, I could see the edge of her asshole just to the side of her swimsuit; I zoomed in some more and imagined plunging my finger into that sweet, puckered little hole as she sucked on my cock. Her huge breasts bulged out to the side and I was glad to see they were untanned, the creamy skin contrasting with the golden brown of the rest of her body. The redhead got out of the pool, her wet hair as glossy as an otter. She was more gorgeous than I had first thought, with full, rosy lips and a rounded, gentle face. She walked over to the curvy girl and asked her if she needed some sunscreen. I learned the curvy girl's name: Eva. "I don't tan" the redhead said as she began to rub cream across Eva's back. "I love your skin Annie, it is beautiful and delicate," Eva mumbled. I memorised the names as I watched. What would I do with Eva and Annie? My mind jumped from one scenario to another as the rubbing and massaging continued. Annie was squatting so I zoomed in on her pussy, the sweetest camel's toe formed as the material of her swimsuit strained against her wet pussy. "Do you like girls Annie?" The Latin man shouted as he caught a ball thrown by the black man. "I like everything, Juan" Annie giggled. "I guess that's why I'm here." She began to rub cream onto Eva's legs, moving sensually up from her calves onto her golden thighs. Eva moaned and her legs parted a little more. The rest of the group fell quiet; everybody knew some action was going to begin. The beer helped the dryness that had formed in my mouth. The two men pulled themselves out onto the edge of the pool to watch. Annie's hands were delicate and as alabaster white as the rest of her. Zooming in I saw her nails were unpainted but beautifully manicured. Her hands moved in unison up the inside of Eva's thighs, her fingers brushing against Eva's pussy. Eva visible melted under Annie's sensuous attentions. The men watched eagerly and smiled at one another. With a sweep up the outside of her thighs Annie grasped the top of the g-string and pulled it down, Eva pushed her ass up slightly to allow it to come off. The Delivery Man It was getting late in the evening and Karen was starving. She had just gotten back from a seven week business trip to Kenya and she was craving some American food. She also was craving black cock. While in Kenya, Karen accidently saw one of her clients undress. He was a gigantic Kenyan. Akeem, standing about 6'7"with at least 10 inches of massive, dark meat. Karen couldn't stop thinking about that glorious morning as she looked in awe watching his huge cock swing from side to side. It was as if, it was moving on its own and Akeem had no control over the big, black monster. From that day forward, Karen craved black cock. Every black man she saw, she wondered what his cock looked like. She was a Midwest girl, who grew up in a Catholic home and church. There weren't many black men where she was from, so she never had a desire about black cock. Sure, she heard about the myths and even looked up some on the Internet, but Akeem's cock was all she could think about. Karen ordered some food and was awaken from her day dream about Akeem by the ringing of her doorbell. "It's about damn time," she said, as she whisked to the door to get her food. She was exhausted from her trip and all she had on was a robe and nothing underneath. When she opened the door, she got the shock of her life. There stood the delivery man with her bag of food. But the food wasn't what caught her attention. The delivery man was a spitting image of Akeem. Well maybe not a spitting image. He was a few inches shorter, and definitely better looking. She quickly peeped down and saw the bulge in his pants. "Oh My God! His cock looks huge," she said to herself as she quickly glanced back up into his eyes. "Miss, here is your food. Better take it before it gets cold," said the delivery man as he tried to hand Karen the bag of hot food. The delivery man had a nice smile. He was dark skin, about 6'3"with a smooth looking bald head. His eyes were dark brown and by looking at his arms and chest, Karen could tell that this guy spent a lot of time in the gym. Karen wanted him so badly. Her longtime boyfriend of seven years broke up with her about six months ago and Karen was tired of using a vibrator to cum. She had to have the delivery man. "Ok thanks. But could you come in for a second. I want to give you a tip but my purse is in the kitchen." "Sure thing miss, but I have other deliveries." "Oh, this won't take long. I promise," Karen said as she gave him a friendly smile. The unsuspecting delivery man walked into Karen's home not knowing what was about to happen. "Today is your lucky day," Karen said to the delivery man. "Really? How so?" "I am so fucking horny right now and I want you to fuck the shit out of me!" "You want me to what," he replied as his mouth hung open. In a hurry, before he could change his mind, Karen took off her robe in front of him. Her body was amazing, thanks to yoga and her personal trainer Charles. She stood 5'10 and was a perfect size 8 with a flawless set of 34D breasts. Her nipples were large and pink and she had hips and thighs that would make black women envious. Karen noticed the bulge in the delivery man's pants getting bigger. She wanted to suck his cock! Karen walked over to the delivery man and dropped down to her knees. She quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He stood there giving in to her animalistic lust. Karen's eyes got big and her pussy began to get wet as she saw his large cock staring right back at her. It had to be at least 11 inches, bigger and thicker than Akeem's. She hit the lottery of dicks. Karen grabbed the black mamba and put it in her mouth. She had to open up her mouth a little wider as his cock was really thick. The delivery man let out a loud moan and gently grabbed the back of Karen's head as she began to go to town sucking his cock. Being a risk taker that she was, Karen tried to get all 11 inches in her mouth. She got halfway when she began to gag on his cock. The delivery man smiled and tightly gripped the back of her head with his strong hands. Karen couldn't get the cock out of her mouth but she was getting turned on by the fact that he took control of her like that. Her pussy was getting wetter and she felt like she was going to cum. He grabbed her head and forced all 11 inches down her throat. Karen gagged immensely and tried to pull back, but he had her head and wouldn't let go. Karen's eyes began to water and she had to breathe through her nose. She felt the sensations in her pussy as she began to cum. She tried to moan, but she couldn't. "You like that you little white bitch? You like this black dick in your mouth," he asked as his innocent smile turned sinister. Karen couldn't respond. She just looked up at him and gave him full control. Violently, the delivery man began to fuck her mouth. He would give slow strokes so that she could breathe, but every once in a while he would pump harder and harder. The head of his cock felt like it was in her stomach, but she didn't complain. She took it like the little white slut she just became. Karen came two more times as the delivery man aggressively fucked her mouth. He finally pulled out of her mouth and Karen was relieved. Her jaws were killing her. "Get up bitch and bend over," he commanded as he was stroking his black power tool. Karen complied and walked over by the sofa and bent over. The delivery man came up behind her and knelt down. Karen felt a sensation that she never felt before. His tongue was slowly tracing her wet pussy and he was sucking on her clit. Karen's ex-boyfriend wasn't good at eating pussy. In fact, none of her former lovers were. But the delivery man was something different. Karen let out a loud shriek. She couldn't believe how good his tongue felt on her dripping pussy. She gripped the sofa cushion tightly as her body began to convulse. "Oh shit I'm cumming!" Karen began to shake and her legs got extremely weak as the delivery man made love to her pussy with his mouth. His lips were soft. His tongue was sharp and gentle. She never knew getting her pussy ate would be so heavenly. The delivery man then stuck a finger in her soaking wet pussy and in her ass at the same time. Karen let out another loud moan as she came again. She was cumming one after the other and she tried to keep count, but after the sixth orgasm, she lost track. The delivery man worked her clit as he massaged Karen's G-Spot with his finger and twirled his other finger in her ass at the same time. Karen felt a build up inside her that she never knew could happen. Was she about to squirt? Karen began to buck her hips up and down as the delivery man fingering got more intense. He started to fuck her with his fingers long and hard and Karen couldn't hold back the urge. She felt like she had to pee and couldn't hold it anymore. "Oh fuck!" Karen let loose every fluid in her body. It shot all over the delivery man's face and he loved it. "Yeah baby! Give me that good juice." The delivery man licked up all of her juices and then stood up. His cock was rock hard and Karen had no idea that he was about to slip it inside her pussy. The delivery man slowly teased her pussy with the head of his cock and then he gently pushed it inside of Karen. Karen let out another loud scream as she came again as he began to slowly fuck her from behind. "Please don't stop fucking me! This is your white pussy." The delivery man didn't realize how tight Karen was. It felt like a warm wet tight glove and he loved stroking her. He began to breathe heavy as he felt the tingling sensation build up in his cock. He didn't want to cum yet, but the pussy felt so good that he didn't want to stop. His pace picked up as he grabbed Karen's curvy hips and began to pound her. Karen kept cumming and she almost fainted from the pleasure. The delivery man slapped her on the ass and that kept her conscious. "I'm getting ready to cum baby. Damn, I love your pussy!" The delivery man thrusts got faster and harder as he began to shake. "Oh shit baby I'm cumming!" He exploded inside of Karen's pussy and gave a few more thrusts to empty out his balls. Karen was exhausted and weak. The delivery man pulled out and gently grabbed Karen from the back. He kissed the back of her neck and caressed her breast. "That was the best tip I have ever gotten in my life." Karen and the delivery man both laughed and collapsed on the sofa. The Delivery Man Cometh Guys. I have done many things with Julia but never quite as much as I have with Marcus. Any of you who have shared a deep intimate relationship with another guy will understand just how utterly impelling it can be, ones whole life centres around it, physically and emotionally and if that precious relationship terminates it is easy to want to end it all. Then you can imagine how it was for me when, after five years, Marcus dumped me for a coloured guy who, he said so cruelly, was exiting - not boring as I had become, he just didn't have to say that - we had been close for a long time and had enjoyed everything together and it was never boring then! I was at my wits end, what would I do, how would I cope, but guys, I want to tell you there is always a silver lining, like with me - and I made bloody sure it was not due to just a rebound that I became infatuated with Julian who'd noticed I wasn't seeing Marcus any more, and when I asked him how was that he told me. He had fancied he first met me as a delivery driver for Iceland where I have essential provisions delivered every week. I remember he was always so nice and pleasant and nothing was too much but that was all, my life was taken up then and I would not have noticed Julian's interest. It is funny how it happened really, I guess he sussed the period I was going through when planting my provision upon the kitchen table - he asked if I was okay. Well we started chatting, one thing led to another when he mentioned he hadn't seen Marcus for a long time, because often when he delivered Marcus was present, in the garden or something. When I told Julian we were finished he looked surprised and yet there was a certain smile there. I shall never forget the way he closed to me and actually hugged me saying it was not the end of the world and there was plenty of more fish in the sea and so on. "But I miss Marcus so very much" I heard myself saying so pitifully and when I nudged my face into Julian's shoulder I felt a certain presence that was so enduring He was a good deal taller than I, about Marcus's stature so it was easy to imagine, standing there as I was, that it was Marcus and it seemed natural and as if by instinct I let my hand wonder. But then suddenly realising I apologised profusely, went to remove my hand with a jumble of words which tried to explain how that happened. But he grabbed my hand, guided it back to where it was gainfully employed and told me not to stop, that from now on it would be him and I, to forget about Marcus, that he had all that I needed and probably more. It all happened so quickly - I was a goner and to feel Julian like that - it could almost have been Marcus, right down to the moment I just, in deep desire, sunk to my knees, undid his zip and, like I used to so with Marcus all the time, pushed my hand between the gap and cupped him, feeling the utter warmth and growth come so quickly and I realised then that, yes - there were plenty more fishes and now I could enjoy another. Julian spread for me, whispering to make it quick unfortunately because he had other deliveries but would be back later. So I had to cut short what I was impelled to do, that could wait until later, but he seemed compatible, he smelt good and now I wanted to taste him, as I stiffly masturbated him I did take his glans into my mouth and it was wonderfully moist and soothing. There was Julian yelling for me not to stop, he was very hungry for it I could tell, it was like it was with Marcus - but I must stop thinking of him, now, and as Julian spurted lovely onto my cheeks, the warmth of him running down my cheeks, I was with Julian and Marcus was pure history. "Sorry about that, and being so quick too," Julian apologised - it is just that it came so quick and I ..." I interrupted telling him no worries, that I enjoyed and looked forward to more later. What he did then said everything of what I might expect, he closed his zip, and then, planting his hands around my hind, nudging me there deeply and just the way he whispered, "Save it all for me, later Huh?" Aroused me in the most delightful way. I planted a kiss on the side of his neck and he was gone, speeding off to do his deliveries, having delivered to me in more ways than one. I went into the bathroom, looked at my face in the mirror, it was just like before, my cheek glistening with him, I didn't want to wash my face for a while, just stared, my mind going through what had just happened. Julian was lovely, I was so thrilled and exited that without looking, another guy had already come into my life, and a guy that seemed so compatible at that! I went into the kitchen to put the stuff away into my freezer, put on the kettle for coffee, but was I ready for a drink, I could still taste Julian - if it was that good just how would it be inside. I wanted that so much, it had been a good month since Marcus and I was truly beginning to feel the pangs of carnal hunger, just the feeling, the magical feeling of feeling it there deep up inside, warming and thrilling me with those pulsing thrusting movements I loved so much. Well, Julian kept to his word and in the evening he came. We soon got to chatting and already, as I told him, I felt a lot happier when, only the day before I felt so very down. He' had been upset too in his love life, but in his case it was his girl friend that dumped him, also oddly enough, for a coloured guy, what is it about coloured guys! But he reckoned perhaps it was the best thing that had happened to him because their sex life almost none existent and he found his leanings were changing. And since he had met me he knew they had, that he had never ever before fancied another guy the way he fancied me. "But I just need for you to know, and after this morning I have been thinking, that I may have taken advantage of you, being on the rebound I mean and letting you do what you did so wonderfully." I could see what he was getting at, because I was conscious about that as well, but as I said to him it felt right, even although we hardly knew each other, that is felt good and I wanted for it to continue, so he needn't have any guilt bites. "Well, I can tell you, Pete - my life is empty now, I have a house, a comfortable one at that and am well fixed so, I know I am jumping the gun, but if you wanted to live in with me you're welcome." "On what condition?" I teased He picked up on my humour straight away and that was a good thing. "I think you know, I don't have to tell you Huh?" he replied with that saucy grin I had noticed on two or three occasions. Yes I was beginning to gel with Julian, he seemed right for me and after enjoying coffee and cake, he said he adored cheesecake, we felt the ice had been cut and I remarked if he remembered what they used to call cheesecake? He laughed and straight away he said he remembered gals calling scrumptious guys that when they fancied them. "Well I am no gal" I replied. "Thank God for that, but you can be my cheesecake never the less. Yes I think we have lift off, Pete?" "I think so too, Julian, I feel so lucky to have met you." "thanks to Iceland, huh?" he chuckled "Yes I am rather become by their delivery service." "Pete, with you, I can always deliver the goods," he looked down, I wore a pair if beige chino's and casual shirt, he was in smart jeans and top which suited him, he was well build and slender which I liked. "Can I touch you - I mean like you did me this morning, Pete? "Thought you'd never ask," I replied laying back into the settee, realising the wonderful thrill of being with a new guy, being occupied once more with the adventure of discovery, it was really wonderful and as Julian teased his finger tips down along the front of my chino's I felt the pumping and the delicious feeling of arousal, rising to the occasion. "Mmm, that's divine," Julian whispered starting to feel the circumference over my trousers. He laid his face against my thigh and for the next five minutes or so took time to enjoy me, his fingers working so wonderfully over and around squeezing, cupping. Then: "I think we ought to set him free don't you?" and he unzipped me. "Love your boxers, black and red really are a turn on!" Then he massaged me through my boxers, all the time I was growing, I felt the surge, wanting for him to go further, he did, through the button hole of my boxers and out into the open, I throbbed for him, my cock jerking u and down as he worked my balls in a frenzy, if I ever wanted the feel of his mouth I wanted it now and quick, as if knowing he immediately took half of me, his cheeks stretching, my throbbing cock wedged inside, enjoying the pampering of his tongue, what his mouth could do, what his fingers were doing, balling me up as he sucked, harder, harder - I was already away, could feel myself erupting like a proverbial volcano, I was about to cum so strong as he finally took me out of his mouth and tightened his palm around my stiffness, then the wondrous feeling of his wanking me so firmly. OMG! I was there, and it was divine, now we had both massaged each other, shared the vital act of mutual sex with each other, and there was so very much more to come... "Shall we go to bed soon, would you like that, Julian, just you and I?" He looked at me in that certain way and already I felt I was all his, his whole charisma was warm and belonging, for the first time since Marcus I wanted his fuck, I was getting that certain throb inside me, I had tasted him and felt him through and through, en he me. He didn't have to , the look on h is face said it all. He went down again, I felt comfortable with that now. The touching and the feeling down there. "I want to be inside you, I really do, Pete" he said looking up from below, his head perched upon my right thigh, his tongue licking my balls, between the crevice and underneath, giving me a wondrous sensual feeling. I felt then I could be anything he wanted me to be and when he prompted me to open my thighs I obeyed without hesitation. "Wider, wider!" he said, let me see you properly. I felt him stretch my cheeks wide apart and hear his cry of admiration, to lay there for him in that fashion said everything, just how comfortable I was with him, he started to play with me with his fingers gently teasing up inside, sniffing and sucking me there too, I looked down and saw his hard cock wavering as he rolled himself on the side of the bed to find a good position, I found his stiffness and squeezed awhile as he smoothed his tongue around and around. "That's so good!" I complimented - to touch him like that as he was exploring me, he had a wonderful way of stretching my cheeks apart, giving each a little slap, then back to the business of sinking his fingers deeper into me until I yelled for his fuck. His cock was really hard now, I leant down to catch it in my throat, a last taste before it went inside me, licking and tasting the length of it so soon to be enjoying my fuck. I took it slowly, feeling its pliability as I felt is fill my mouth with each suck, then I let go, rolled it in my hand again, priming it for fucking, for fucking me as he wanted me, bare back or other, I would be glad to receive it in any position he wanted, he chose bare back, I bent on all fours bringing my knees up beneath my chest as far as I could, to let him see the full presentation of ass and hole, just waiting for his penetration, the feel of his length delving deeper and deeper up inside me, giving me full penetration, seven and a half inches of pure primed cock for the fucking, and Wow! Did he fuck, he took me very rough, just as I wanted, I was starving for it and he knew it, I dried out for his hard fuck, harder! Harder! Then , almost to the point of mo return, he stopped, asked how it was, was it as good for me as it was for him? I said it was wonderful, "Feel me throb inside, Pate?" "Mmm! Yes I can and it is so beautiful." "Pete we will be doing this quite q lot and more if that's okay, I have a lot planned with you!" "The mind boggles" I returned He started up again, like a piston movement. Thrusting in and out of my well fucked ass. "Can I cum inside?" "Mmm! Yes just fuck the ass off of me" I urged and soon I felt his climax come simultaneously with mine which was a good omen. The delivery man had cum - and how. So guys if you are dumped, just don't look for another, he will come when you least expect, take it from me and then you will wonder why on earth you got so upset with a guy who treated you like shit by dumping you.