76 comments/ 93358 views/ 47 favorites Special Dee By: Flavian Copyright © 2014 The low, soft hum of the Quadrotor drone was drowned out by the squeals of delight of the children who had been invited to Dee-Dee's twelfth birthday party. Parents for Dee-Dee's five invited friends had dropped them off earlier and now all six of the girls were playing in our back yard as they awaited the announcement that the cake and ice cream were ready. I sighed as I thought about that -- OUR back yard. Yeah, it had been OUR back yard up until the final divorce decree about two months ago. Now, it was just MY back yard; unless you considered that it also belonged indirectly to my son, Dylan, age 14 -- who was sitting on the patio, looking on with a put-on air of indifference -- and my daughter, Deanne (we call her Dee-Dee), age 11 ... well, 12, as of today; thus, the birthday party. Wow! My little princess was only a year away from teenage. God help me! We had survived Dylan's rite of passage ... well, so far. Now, I just had to find a way to help Dee-Dee navigate her way through that minefield on her path toward womanhood without having the guidance and assistance... Shit! This is Dee-Dee's special day; the last birthday party of her time of childhood; before entering into the dramatic, luxurious, and painful time of adolescence. I had already decided in the days leading up to this that I would NOT let the joy of this day be soured by thoughts of Dee-Dee's bitch of a mother; my ex-wife, Donna. Instead, I would focus on giving Dee-Dee a memorable time; as well as preparing for the entertainment I had arranged with my friend, and now partner in our exciting -- and promising to be lucrative -- business venture, Nirmal Pradhan. "Easy, Diz," I told Nirmal, as we guided our remotely-guided aerial platforms by means of the tablet controllers that each of us held. "You don't want to drop it too early. They might be able to scoot away and we would miss out on the full effect." "Just make sure that you bring the other one in low over the back fence and hit the lights at the right time," replied my Indian-born friend. "Once y'all have them focused away from the real threat, then ... bombs away!" He had all but lost his sing-song sub-continent speech rhythm after his six years here in the U.S.; in fact, his living in Tennessee for four of those six years had caused a Southern softening of his pronunciation of English; and the introduction of terms like "Y'All" into his daily lexicon -- sometimes he even joked with me that he had learned in Knoxville that "Y'all" was singular and "All y'all" was plural. The six preteen birthday party girls were now moving around the back yard as they looked up at the Quadrotor hovering over them. It emitted a low hum as it moved a bit in one direction for a short distance, only to hover again. The girls tracked it and followed in order to be under it. It moved again in another direction for approximately twenty meters, and the girls flocked in that direction. Suspended beneath the Quadrotor drone that moved above them at an altitude of approximately eight meters -- the one we called 'Enola Gay' -- was a round object with ribbons streaming all around it. We had given the impression to the girls that it was an aerial piñata and that it would drop small candies on them at an appropriate time. So far, we had kept the other Quadrotor -- the one that Diz and I called 'ET' -- out of sight. I was the one actually controlling it, and I had it shut down for the time being. It sat in quiet preparation in a small clearing in the woods just on the other side of our back fence. I had lain my tablet controller down so that I could reach for my bottle of Budweiser Black Crown. I had selected that beer more often lately, since I was feeling a need for the slightly higher alcohol content ever since the unpleasantness of the events surrounding my divorce. But I was not going to get a buzz on today, since I would have to drive later; I just enjoyed the taste of it. Thus, I was limiting myself only to two. I coughed as I swallowed wrong because of the momentary distraction of HER arrival. I knew that Dee-Dee had invited Donna, my ex-wife, to her party; but it still upset me to see her as she breezed out the back door to the patio as if she owned the place; still the arrogant queen bee, lording over any and all that came within reach of her evil sphere of influence. She had surprised me, as I had not noticed her car arrive. I had to cough a couple of times to clear my breathing passage of the errant flow of beer that had worked its way in there when she had distracted me for a split-second. Donna still looked good, but not quite as spectacular as she had looked only a few short months earlier. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes, and fantastic body had always been able to get traffic at least to slow down -- if not stop entirely. These days, she was still very attractive, but she had put on a little weight that I am sure she resented having. The status that she had claimed for most of her life, since turning fifteen, of being the most attractive female in sight was now in danger of slipping away. After she had placed a wrapped package on the table that was set aside for Dee-Dee's gifts, she looked over directly at me. At first, showing no expression whatsoever; her face morphed quickly from brief delight to an absence of any emotion; then to a brief moment of sadness, followed by a clear look of resolve to face the moment. She gave a visible sigh as she made an attempt to put on a polite smile of greeting. "Glenn," was all she said as she walked over to where I was standing. "Donna," was the limit of my reply as I turned back toward our daughter and her friends. I made a somewhat successful attempt at dissipating the tension that had crept into my body simply at her mere proximity. She could still stir me up, but it was a different type of stirring these days. I looked at my watch and noticed that the time would be getting away from me if I were not more careful. I put my beer bottle down and picked up my tablet controller. "It's time, Diz," I said to my friend standing a few feet away from me with his own controller in hand. With his focus on controlling Enola Gay, I could not tell if he even knew that Donna was here. I knew, though, that, apart from finding her presence here mildly distasteful, he would not really care one way or the other about her being here. "Okay," he replied, simply nodding as he maneuvered Enola Gay closer to the back of the yard and nearer to the fence. I picked up my own tablet controller and touched the spot that would activate ET remotely. I could not hear it hum to life just beyond our back yard fence, but I noted the system status indicator in my tablet that informed that all systems were "Go," as they would say at NASA. With Diz moving Enola Gay around a bit to distract the girls, I lifted off ET from its holding site and sneaked it to an elevation that would just barely clear the trees in its path toward our yard. An inset screen in the lower left portion of the tablet's screen allowed me to see what ET was "seeing" via a miniature camera transmitting over a carrier wave in the wireless frequency band to my controller. With another onscreen set of controls, I could move the camera remotely so that its field of view could swivel in a 360-degree arc on a gimbal mount and even zoom in and out; but that was not really required today. Nor was the remote recording capability built into the tablet controller necessary. The girls were now so focused on Enola Gay that they did not see ET descend from its altitude as it cleared the last trees en route to our back fence. I heard Donna next to me take a deep breath in her surprise at seeing ET; she was about to shout a warning, when I growled at her. "Not a peep!" I was not looking at her, but I could tell she was slightly pissed. Up until our divorce proceedings had started, I had not been one to utter a cross word at her, and she was not used to being on the receiving end. I don't know if it was the determination in my voice or her surprised momentary outrage that got her to exhale instead of calling out to the girls and ruining the surprise. I only know that she chose, for her own reasons, to remain quiet as I guided ET remotely over the back fence and moved it nearer to where the girls were grouped -- but behind their field of vision. I touched two spots one after the other on the control screen, rapidly engaging the two capabilities of ET necessary to carry off the surprise. The two very bright red and green strobe lights began to flash alternately as ET hovered at an altitude that was safely just over head height of the tallest girl in the group. Just a split second later, the sound effect let loose. "Whoop! Whoop!" came the loud alert that mimicked the chirp of a police cruiser. The girls screamed and turned in unison to see the frightening display of two bright blinking strobe lights just above and behind where they had been standing. During that moment of paralysis, I heard Diz utter, "Bombs away!" and looked up from my tablet to see Enola Gay release the round, ribbon-festooned object hanging beneath it. The object had fallen only about a meter when there was a sudden burst from within it with a mild 'POP,' and the object disintegrated above the heads of the girls. The pieces of ribbon fluttered down all around them, only seconds after the mild drenching they received from the water that had blown out in a six-meter-diameter cone of spray by the compressed CO2 plastic gas burster that had detonated within the balloon. As Enola Gay began its return toward the patio and Diz, I saw the filament with the remnants of the burster dangling below its undercarriage. None of the burster's components had blasted away from it to cause harm to the girls. "Daaa-Deeeee!" I heard Dee-Dee scream, partially in outrage, and partially in humor, as she turned to see Diz and me laughing at them. I knew she was mostly reacting to being startled by the suddenness of the event that Diz and I had orchestrated. The water spray from the balloon was not of sufficient quantity to mess up their clothing or -- heaven forbid -- their hair! Dee-Dee had begun to stomp her way over to where I was standing with Donna in order to express her displeasure, when I heard Donna, next to me, make what sounded like a gagging sound. Turning toward her momentarily, I could see that Donna's eyes were open wide and her mouth was hanging open slightly. She was obviously surprised, but there was something more. That 'something' became apparent as she turned toward me with a look of fury and contempt. "It was you; you fucking bastard!" she said in a low murmur. Then she stepped close to me and slapped me soundly. It was a good thing that I did not touch the screen of the tablet controller when I reeled back from her strike, or I might have crashed ET or caused it to strike one of the girls as it moved. As it was, ET simply hovered in place. She got herself a bit more under control and said, "You know, you can be a real class-A sonofabitch some of the time!" Not known for my witty repartee or my ability to come up with quick comebacks, I surprised myself by responding rather quickly, "You mean as opposed to being a real class-A cheating slut whore bitch ALL of the time?" Donna's face turned red and she stood very still, contemplating a reenactment of the slap of a minute before. But, as Dee-Dee reached my side and slid her arm around my waist at that moment, Donna got herself a bit under control and squatted slightly in front of Dee-Dee in order to get down to face level with our daughter. "Happy birthday, Sweetie." She reached out to touch Dee-Dee's shoulder and my daughter let me go long enough to move to her mother and hug her around the waist. Donna, while not looking particularly comfortable with this public display of affection -- she had never been one to do the affection bit knowingly with anyone, especially me, in public -- nevertheless hugged Dee-Dee to her and said, "I'm afraid that I cannot stay, though. I just came by to bring your present and tell you that I love you; and, of course, to wish you a happy birthday." Donna sounded pleasant enough, but she was looking daggers at me. I didn't give a shit any more. And I did not care now whether she had figured out the source of her recent misery or not. I simply reached for my beer bottle and took a swig before putting it down on the table. I then touched the tablet controller's screen and landed ET, followed by touching the screen again to shut down ET's Wankel engine. Donna turned and began to walk away as Dee-Dee let go of her mother and came back to stand beside me. I guess she was getting to the point in her life where it was not cool to hug your dad around the waist with your friends all standing there as witnesses to all that was transpiring. Just as Donna reached the patio, Sandy Malloy stepped out the back door to the house and called out, "Who wants cake and ice cream?" The girls all began to run toward the picnic table where all the paper plates and plastic ware were laid out as Sandy set the cake down. Seeing each other at the same time, Donna and Sandy simply held each other's gaze for a moment. Then, Donna glanced back at me, dipped and shook her head, flipped me the bird -- evidently not caring that her daughter and friends might see her do so, and stalked around the side of the house -- toward her car in the front, I guessed. No! Sandy and I were not a couple now, or anything like that. This is not one of those stories where the cheated-on guy has a bevy of divorcées or office girls -- or even junior sisters -- waiting to try him on for size once he is finally divorced from his harpy of a cheating wife. Although, that might have been nice, it was just not the case here. Sandy was the single mom of eleven-year-old Virginia, the BFF of my daughter, Dee-Dee. Sandy had gotten pregnant in high school, but had never married. Seeing that I had my hands full with the party, she had volunteered to stay and help. Sandy had been over to our house many times over the past three years, either to deliver or retrieve Ginny, or to be part of the 'parental control cell' for one of Dee-Dee's then-little-girl get-togethers where Ginny was invited. So, naturally, Sandy was privy -- through her daughter's close association with mine -- to more of the details than I would have preferred concerning the crisis that had developed in my marriage and the subsequent dissolution of same over the past year. After Donna's departure, the girls -- along with Sandy, Diz, and me -- enjoyed cake and ice cream; followed by the opening of presents; and the dispensing of handfuls of small candies for which the girls had felt cheated a short while earlier, following the event involving the fake piñata and its wet surprise. After that, Diz and I gave the girls a brief description and demonstration of ET and Enola Gay as we buzzed the two drones around the back yard -- of course, the more acceptable term these days is 'unmanned aerial vehicle' or UAV, since the term 'drone' had come into disfavor with civil liberties types objecting to the government's domestic use of military and police versions of them here in the homeland, and against nominal American citizen ex-pats fighting with terrorists against U.S. interests overseas. **** While the FAA was still holding off on the approval and licensing of commercial UAVs until 2015, or even later, Diz and I were still doing all the necessary basic research and testing that we could get away with. We routinely maneuvered the two UAVs at minimal altitudes and on private land nearby so that we could be on the cutting edge of the business side of UAVs once the FAA's restrictions were lifted. We probably violated a whole bunch of regs in all of our activities, but we laughingly said to ourselves that we could keep it up as long as we stayed literally 'under the radar' (ha-ha). We also had foreign contracts and monetary advances for production of more copies -- and even more advanced versions -- of ET and Enola Gay from Diz' two cousins in India. Those two brothers were already planning to put UAV delivery into effect there, unencumbered by Indian law; something only envisioned publically here in the U.S. so far by the executives at Amazon Dot Com and Domino's Pizza. The two Indian entrepreneurs also visions of being the commercial leaders for all of South East Asia in the use of UAVs for such things as remote sensing (as in electromagnetic, biological, and chemical sensing). Commercial aerial motion picture filmmaking was also a lucrative field (Bollywood, the home of the Indian film industry, was already clamoring for their products). Add to these efforts those involving oil and gas exploration (and even minerals) and mountain rescue (many climbers coming from all over the world found themselves in need of emergency supplies while awaiting rescue in the Himalayas). We were talking about the potential for big bucks (or Rupees, as the case may be). I had been rather surprised at the amount of the advance payment and the promise of lucrative remuneration yet to come. After all, Diz and I had only been at this since he had finished his master's work the previous year, while apprenticing with the UAV research program. The FAA had finally approved extensive UAV research at only three universities: Texas A&M, Virginia Tech, and the University of Alaska at Fairbanks. Diz had been part of the program with UAF when he began renting a room from us. Diz had worked diligently on his graduate degree requirements while he apprenticed at the UAF test sites near Pendleton (just a few miles south of Oregon's border with Washington) and Tillamook (on the Oregon coast, just west of Portland). He had come to us at a time when Donna and I had desperately needed some short-term additional income and had decided to rent space in the house. Diz had been the first to answer the ad and, although Donna had had some initial reservations about renting to a foreigner on a student visa, she had finally caved. Diz had moved in the week after our first meeting. As my house was in Woodland, Washington -- just outside of and north of Vancouver, along the Columbia River -- this placed us about three hours from Pendleton and two hours from Tillamook. Diz only had to travel to those sites during the tests; the rest of the time, he had used to complete his postgraduate coursework via telecommuting from my home; but, since the divorce, I was now letting him live there rent-free. Even though Diz' name was Nirmal, everyone called him Diz, and he did not seem to mind. Someone had learned that the word 'Desi' is a Sanskrit term for the people, cultures, and products of the Indian subcontinent or South Asia. From that point, it was not a far reach to calling him 'Dizzy' or 'Diz.' He had thought about it briefly the first time someone had called him 'Diz' -- actually for about five seconds -- before smiling and accepting it, realizing that his acceptance of the nickname was congruent with his new friends' acceptance of him as part of our collection of friends and associates. Before my divorce, I had quietly gotten with Diz, after he had let me in on the potential financial tsunami that was approaching in the field of commercial application of UAVs. I was already having difficulties in my relationship with my then-wife, Donna, especially when it came to finances. She and I had some fundamentally different ideas about spending, saving, investing, and planning for our financial future. Thus, I had quietly gotten my lawyer to help me hide my investments in the UAV research and development that Diz was now doing for his cousins after his release from the NDA associated with his college apprenticeship. Special Dee I had been pleased that the terms of my divorce from that ... ... from Donna had gone through before the terms of my part of the business agreement with Diz and his cousins had been finalized. That meant that any profits I made from my new business venture were excluded from the divorce settlement; and were out of Donna's reach. **** After Dee-Dee's birthday wrapped up, we had dropped off one of Dee-Dee's friends at her house. Now we were driving home with Dee-Dee sitting in the back seat. Dylan was up front with me, bobbing his head and sometimes whispering lyrics as he listened to music via his Smartphone and his earbuds. "Dad," Dylan asked as he touched his phone screen to halt the music as he spoke. "What does it mean when Elvis Pressley says, 'No such zone'?" It took me a few seconds to switch gears from thoughts of Dee-Dee's birthday party, Donna's short visit and her somewhat violent outburst, and the aftermath involving taking Dee-Dee's friend home. Now it dawned on me just what Dylan meant. "Oh, you mean from that old song, 'Return to Sender'?" I asked. He nodded and I continued. "Your Grandpa Taylor" -- my dad -- "had to tell me about that when I asked him years ago. He said that when he was a teenager back when Elvis was still alive and young and in his musical prime, the U.S. Postal Service had not introduced Zip Codes yet. Since most towns in America only had one post office, there was no need. But, in the big cities, like Chicago and New York and Los Angeles, there were more than one post office and the cities were divided up into delivery zones corresponding to those post office building locations." I glanced over at him and saw him look out the windshield and nod his understanding. Then he asked me, "What does it mean when Elvis says he dropped a letter in the mailbox and sent it 'Special Dee'?" I replied, "These days, when you send a letter or package with special handling instructions, the U.S. Postal Service classifies it as Certified, Return Receipt Requested, Priority Mail, or Express Mail, or something like that. In the days before these came about, any special handling instructions or rush delivery requests came under the heading of 'Special Delivery,' or -- as some folks called it, and as you hear Elvis sing it in that old song -- 'Special Dee.'" Dylan nodded again and resumed listening to his music. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Dee-Dee was drifting off to sleep after all the excitement of the anticipation of the night before and the exhausting activities involved in the preparation and enjoyment of her birthday party. I could relate. I'd had to go through all of that with her, as well as all the bullshit I'd had to endure with Donna's appearance today. I shook away my irritation at Donna and looked lovingly at Dee-Dee and thought, 'My little girl -- yes, MY little girl -- is growing up; just like her brother.' Then, my thoughts returned to Dylan's question about the Elvis song he had heard on the 'Oldies' channel of his Smartphone's streaming music app. I suddenly laughed out loud, causing Dee-Dee to open her eyes in back and look inquiringly at me in the rearview mirror. Turning my attention back to the road ahead, I continued to chuckle as I thought about that line from the song again. 'Yeah,' I thought as I remembered the most important message I had ever sent to my now ex-wife. 'I sent it Special Dee...' **** The wedding had come suddenly and without a lot of welcome. It was just two weeks after Donna and I had graduated from high school and a couple of months after we had turned eighteen -- her in April and me in May. Donna was pregnant and everyone considered me to be the culprit. Even though I had tried to argue with my dad and hers that she had been seeing at least four other guys while she and I were dating, my dad had asked me if I had actually had sex with Donna. When I ducked my head, looking down to avoid his disapproving gaze, and nodded, he invoked an old time -- undocumented and unofficial, but still observed in some hill communities -- country legal maxim on me. 'If the originator of a bad check cannot be found, then responsibility lies with the last endorsee.' A week later, I had to kiss the bride. That was not too difficult, as I had lusted after Donna for over a year, and actually liked her, despite her apparent preference for playing the field across our senior class. And, to add to that, Donna Swinford really was a beauty. In fact, she had been the most beautiful girl in our high school class ever since she had been a sophomore and her womanly figure had begun to blossom. And she knew it, too. Donna had used the power of her looks in many ways during her time in high school. She was considered to be the queen bee around the school. She conquered boys and destroyed other girls with her looks, comments, and attitude; and word had it that she had even seduced a male teacher or two in order to get passing grades -- but that last bit had not been confirmed; and, to this day, she had never confirmed it to anyone, as far as I knew. The other things were common knowledge, though. After we were legally married, Donna's dad had offered to let us use the small apartment over his garage for a place to live while we attempted parenthood, work, and the difficult pursuit of higher education. After our baby boy was born, Donna's mom, while not particularly pleased with our lot in life, was nonetheless more than happy to take care of Dylan for us during the day while Donna worked at her day job and I attended the community college and worked part time in the evening several nights a week. **** We might not have had the best of starts as a married couple, but Donna and I grew as a family and began to enjoy our lives together, and we even began to experience the feelings of true love, as far as I could tell. We struggled financially at first. But, Donna and I had reasonably good jobs along the way. With the increase in pay that I got once I graduated from the community college with a degree in business and was hired by a local company, we began to breathe a bit easier. Our sex life together was amazing in our first year together. I had never had as steady a supply of pussy as I now had as a husband. And Donna, who had enjoyed sex before we got married, was over the top in her enjoyment of our sex life; at least I thought so at the time. It did not take even a whole two years before our sexual activities began to drop off ever so subtly. We still got together to mess up the sheets quite a bit, but I was already beginning to notice the drop-off in the frequency of sex. And this just happened to coincide with Donna's increase in out-of-home activities -- going out with friends at work; assisting a friend of hers with Mary Kay cosmetics parties (and getting a small cut of the hosting fee), and a mothers' walking group. Only with the last of those three activities was Donna able to include Dylan, as she could push him in the jogging stroller we had found at a thrift store along with the other young mothers and their babies in the group. The other two activities involved my staying at home with my infant, and later toddler, son; or asking Donna's mother to help out whenever I was working or studying. Anyway, our sexual activity had slackened to perhaps its lowest ebb since before our wedding day, when Donna approached me one night with a concerned look. Dylan, now just past his second birthday, was playing with a stuffed dog at my feet while I studied, when Donna finally spoke up from her seat across the table from me. "Honey, I'm sorry," she said softly, with a sad expression on her face. I had to pull my thoughts away from the business finance problem I was doing as homework for one of my classes, so it took me a few seconds to respond to her. "Sweetie, what are you sorry for?" I asked finally. "Glenn, I'm pregnant again ... and..." I looked up in surprise; with a true feeling of joy at the news. Donna's expression showed, however, that the situation did not offer a very pleasant prospect for her. "Honey, that's wonderful news!" I said as I rose and came around the table to give her a hug. She did not stand immediately; instead, making me take hold of her upper arms and pull her up for a hug and kiss. Her enthusiasm may have been off when we began the kiss, but she eventually returned the flicks of my tongue with those of her own. I made sure that I got it across to her that I was overjoyed at the prospect of being a father again. After all, Dylan had proven to be an adorable child and had not yet experienced the 'Terrible Twos' that we heard about from friends all the time. In just under nine months from that night when Deanne made her debut in our family. I tell you, that little girl captured my heart right from the moment the doctor had severed the physical connection from her mother, wiped her off, wrapped her, and given her to me to carry to the scales. I was now officially a member of the Mushy Pushover Club, as the father of a daughter; and I did not even know it at the time. The next day, I commented to Donna, while Deanne was learning to suckle, that the baby must take after her side of the family, as her ear lobes were not at all like those in the Taylor family. Donna had heaved a gasp suddenly and begun crying immediately as I said that. "Honey," I asked, stunned, "what's wrong?" Donna got herself under control and looked at me strangely for a moment. Then she smiled sheepishly through tears and said, "Glenn, Honey, I am just so worn out from the delivery; and my mind and body are so whacked out from the drugs and from all my hormones trying to get back to normal, I guess. I am sorry for all the emotion." She continued to look at me strangely for a moment. I could not put my finger on it at the time (of course, today, I know exactly what that emotional fuss was all about). Back then, though, something felt just a touch out of whack with what she was telling me, but I chose to buy in to her story out of love for her and our two children and my own excitement. "Donna, I know this has all been hard. You just rest up now, and get ready to come home tomorrow. Momma Swinford has the nursery stuff all set up and is looking forward to having all of us home, especially little Deanne here." I smiled at her with all the love I could at that moment. Donna looked back at me and responded with a smile and a raised eyebrow, one of her nonverbal signals for inviting a kiss. I complied and we both giggled at Deanne's little burp from between us. Donna had had her tubes tied after Deanne's birth, stating that two children were enough for her. We had spoken about it and, while I was not one to want to shut off all avenues of extending our family farther, I finally agreed with her. **** It was eleven years later, almost to the exact date, that I found out that we had been living a lie for a very long time. **** Once I had finished my degree and gotten a good job, as I mentioned earlier, we had begun to feel a lessening of the financial burdens that we had endured up to that point. We still had quite a few debts, but they were now manageable. Banks like to refer to debt in categories of 'Good Debt' and 'Bad Debt.' We were soon at the point where the balance between 'Good Debt' and 'Bad Debt' was such that, in conjunction with recent changes to banking laws, we now qualified for a low-interest home loan. We also lucked into finding a small but comfortable home that was affordable due to the bank's desire to get some income out of a property that had been foreclosed on when it was abandoned during a divorce case. Everyone was happy; the bank, since they were now making money off the property; Donna and me, since we now had our own place; and Momma and Papa Swinford, since they finally had us out of their garage apartment -- well, Momma Swinford was not quite as happy, since she did not get to see Dylan and Dee-Dee quite as often. When Dee-Dee began kindergarten, Donna lobbied me successfully -- but after some hesitancy on my part -- to allow her to go back to work during the daytime hours when the kids were in school. She assured me that she would not let our family time or special time with the children or me, drop off or suffer. For the most part, she kept that promise. At about the time when Dylan was just about to enter Middle School there in the section of Vancouver where we lived, Grandpa Taylor had had to endure the grief of the passing of Grandma Taylor. A short while later, he called my dad and me to meet with him at his place. "Tom," he told my dad, "I know that you and Ruth love your place and do not want to move. For that reason, I want you to consider letting me deed this house over to Glenn here as a skip-generation bequest. It's in good shape, and it's paid for." I expected my dad to raise an objection over being slighted by his own dad in this, but he seemed to be okay with it. After all, he and Mom, while not anywhere close to being rich, were reasonably comfortable financially. I was still surprised and asked, "Grandpa, don't you want to stay here among the memories of Grandma and you together?" "Son," Grandma Taylor said with a sad smile, "that's exactly why I need to move out of here. Those memories are so sweet that they make me sad that she's not here to talk with me about them. No; I want you to have this house for your young family and I am going to take the old RV out of the community storage lot and travel to see some of the places here in the Northwest that I have never gotten to see, before I'm too old to do so." Thus, Donna and I, along with our two children, became the inhabitants of my Grandpa Taylor's house in Woodland, just north of Vancouver. When the new deed was registered, Grandpa Taylor insisted that it be in my name only. I did not understand at the time, but I am glad now that he did -- it made the house somewhat 'divorce-proof.' If he had not done it that way, it would have made it terribly difficult for me to fight for and win the custody battle that came about in conjunction with our divorce. **** Just about this time last year, Diz had been renting a room from us for about eight months when I noticed a change in his attitude. He had taken a few weeks to loosen up after first coming to stay with us and he had been easy to engage in conversation by Donna and me after that. He had even shown remarkable patience with the almost constant stream of questions coming from then-thirteen-year-old Dylan (Dee-Dee had accepted Diz' presence, but still seemed a bit reticent about conversing with him). I noticed the change in Diz' demeanor, but decided that he must be trying to sort out some technical problem with the UAVs with which we were experimenting. Yeah, I said, 'We.' The company for which I regularly worked in Vancouver coordinated rather large-scale catering operations in support of several airlines operating out of Portland International Airport in Oregon. PDX was just across the Columbia River from Vancouver, Washington; only about 13 miles via Washington Highway 14 and I-205. Every day, our suppliers, chefs, packagers, and transporters prepared, packaged, and delivered individual airline meals to PDX configured for the cabin crews on the large aircraft to slap the main courses and cooked vegetables into the onboard galley heaters and pass through the aircraft handing out in-flight meals. We prided ourselves at providing quality prepared meals at a very competitive price. The coordinator for fixed base operations at PDX agreed with that appraisal, as he kept renewing our contract each year. Because of that, we were a very profitable enterprise. Some of the profits being distributed came in the form of periodic bonuses, as opposed to wages and salary. As a department manager, I had become the recipient of some bonuses that were surprising in their generosity. As I mentioned before, I had realized early on in our marriage that Donna and I had very different ideas about managing finances. In order that my bonus money did not turn into a financial river flowing noticeably away from my household, I had taken some protective steps. I'd found an advisory team of two brothers, one certified in financial matters and the other a lawyer. They helped me set up an investment portfolio, giving me the tax and legal advice that came with their services. When Diz' cousins made their pitch via email, followed by Skype video conference, I was finally convinced that investing in their enterprise could be very financially rewarding; and I was willing to take the risk. What I was NOT willing to do was share any of the financial rewards with Donna, since I had found out about her secret life about this time. My investment team came into play in that effort by helping me keep this investment venture quiet from Donna, and helped me to manage the timing of it until after the divorce settlement had been finalized. Why keep it quiet from my wife instead of including it in our family financial picture, you ask? Well, because I had finally convinced Diz to tell me what was bothering him. "Glenn," Diz said hesitantly."You know that I have been testing the camera support beneath the first UAV in tracking as well as station-keeping?" When I nodded, still confused about his discomfort, he continued. "Well, the stabilizing feature of the software is now to the point where I can stay with a moving object. "Also," Diz continued, "the GPS positioning feature and longer-endurance engine on the UAV now allow me to hold it over a fixed position on the ground for as long as four hours. The video recording feature on the tablet controller allows for video records even longer than that, but the loiter time of the vehicle is the determinant in that." I knew that wildlife management types highly desired these features so that they could monitor such things as bison, caribou, and elk herds. And the new, quieter Wankel engines we had installed did not produce enough noise to spook the observed subjects in the process -- while concurrently pleasing the Environmental-Noise Nazis. Diz then began to go into technical features that I had no real clue about, looking away from me as he rambled. I sighed and reached out to touch his shoulder, causing him to look me in the face again. "Diz; stay on topic here. What has got you so disturbed?" I asked. "You know that I would like to be able to help in any way that I can." I was still sure that it was all about some difficult technical hurdle he had encountered. While I could not help very much with the technical aspects of our project, I was well prepared to continue to hold up my end of things in our partnership. Not only did I provide capital, I offered Diz a place to live, a place to build and test the gear (my garage), and -- most importantly to focused engineers who were subject to mood swings -- encouragement. "Glenn; I..." he paused and thought for a second as he looked at me. Then he reached for his tablet controller. "I will simply show you." His eyes began to dart as he said this and he followed up with a strange comment, falling back into some of his earlier Indian speech habits. "But please not to blame the messenger." Diz held up the tablet controller after cuing the video he had stored. At first I had difficulty discerning just what I was viewing. The motion was initially blurry and jumpy. "Here is where the video stabilization took over," he explained, enlarging the video frame on the tablet screen as the moving imagery on screen began to flow smoothly. I watched the ground beneath the UAV in the video move across the approximately 9-inch screen. I noted the change from grass and trees to asphalt and concrete. He had evidently been piloting the UAV out of the areas restricted to fields and woods and into more built-up areas. Special Dee "I guess I could have knocked on your window, but I did not wish to startle you and I did not wish to endanger the UAV." He sort of grinned as he said this. I still did not know what he was talking about. Then I realized what I was seeing on screen. I was looking at ... ME! It was video of me at my desk, speaking toward the direction of my speaker phone in my office at work. I could not hear anything except the hum of the UAV and the noises of traffic and other activities one would expect in a commercial area. "You took this just outside the window to my office!" I exclaimed. Diz only nodded as I continued to watch. I was impressed by the quality of the video. Of course, I smiled as I realized that our company would need to pay more attention to the details of our cleaning and building maintenance contract. The window, through which I was looking at myself in the video, from the outside, was noticeably streaked with grime and in desperate need of cleaning. I could not help but chuckle. Suddenly, the screen's imagery changed to a rainbow-colored mélange of pastels and dark colors. The shapes that had been there before with normal video were now there in outline only. But the colors were strange. It looked like I was in the middle of a weather radar image on The Weather Channel. "This is the IR view," Diz said before I could even ask. Now that I realized I was watching the video in infrared mode, I understood that the different colors were actually different renderings of heat signatures. The window, since it was in direct sunlight, obviously distorted what was being viewed through it, as it had its own heat signature. "Diz, this is great," I said with a grin. "I know the wildlife guys will love this when they try to track the herds." Diz did not say anything to that. He pulled that tablet controller back and activated what looked like another video file. He sighed and held it out for me to see. This time, the video began in IR mode. From the shapes I was seeing, I could tell that the UAV had been hovering over a parked car with what looked like a driver and one passenger, from the heat signatures. As I watched, the human forms emerged from the car and moved around to the back. Activity on their part was indiscernible, but it could have been reflective of their taking something from the vehicle's trunk. They moved away from the car and I noticed the angle of the video changed to keep them in sight, but the position of the UAV did not change. "I had to avoid the tree under which the two of them moved after they removed a blanket from the car's boot." Diz appeared to be getting nervous as he said this. I could notice the creep of the sing-song intonations of the speech pattern of the subcontinent slipping back into his voice. Diz sighed again as the screen changed from IR mode to video mode. In this manner, I was able to see that the video had been taken in daylight; late morning or early afternoon, from the light levels. The other thing I was able to see was a clear view of my wife, Donna, naked and in the arms of Dean Winston. Winston had been one of our classmates in high school, and had been well known as a horn dog. He had also been one of the three or four other guys that Donna had been dating when she and I had been maneuvered into marrying because she had been pregnant with Dylan. Needless to say, I had not been entirely thrilled a year previous to Diz' revelation to learn that Dean Winston, after graduating from Boise State University and working in Seattle for several years, had returned to Vancouver. Not only that, but he now worked for the same company in which Donna was employed -- how's that for disgustingly convenient? At the point where the Dean and Donna characters on screen were both finally naked, with her on her back on a blanket and him between her thighs and about to do the deed, I turned away and cursed. I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep from hitting anything in anger ... or anybody. Diz stopped the video and held the tablet controller close to his chest. "I am truly sorry, my friend," said Diz. "I was simply trying to see if I could test the following and loitering features on easily recognizable people and objects. Thus, I mainly used you and your wife, so that you could verify how well the systems are working for us. I had no idea when I began that..." Diz let his voice trail off into silence, as I was not really listening at this point. After about three minutes of silence in the room, disturbed only by the heavy sound of angry air coming out of my nose, I finally spoke. "Is that the only one you have?" I asked. Diz hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I have three other instances recorded, but there have been other instances." The silence began again. After about thirty seconds, I said, "Is it about the same each time?" I really did not want to know, but it was simply something to say at the moment. After all, my thoughts had already turned to those associated with dissolving my marriage. "No," replied Diz. "It would appear, from the other three videos and from other instances that I observed, that they take long lunch breaks together and drive out to this quiet area just outside of Vancouver. Usually, they remain in his car and..." Here, he simply touched the screen to begin another video. The brightness and contrast were very different in this video and I commented on it. "That is because of the rain," said Diz. I nodded. Yeah, it rained quite a bit in the Vancouver-Portland area in the springtime. I could see why they would wish to remain in Dean Winston's car when they had their liaisons. Hell, I remember hearing Winston bragging about his new car with the oversized panoramic sunroof. Some cars with this feature came with a continuous glass roof; while others came with multiple panels; all intended to expose the entire cockpit to the sun and roll back to open at least part of the cabin to the great outdoors. Some people enjoyed the wind in their hair; others simply enjoyed sitting and gazing at the stars in the evening. Of course, in the rain that occurred here in the Vancouver-Portland area quite frequently, the panoramic sunroof still offered the visibility, but without having to endure rain in the face, or -- in the case of the ladies -- the hair. Dean Winston's car was a Chrysler 300S with all the bells and whistles, including the dual-pane panoramic sunroof, of which he liked to brag, "Yeah; the ladies like to do it in the luxury of my car while they enjoy the beauty of the sun and stars overhead." I had heard him say this at least twice at work-related parties I had been forced to attend with Donna. I had not heard my wife mention Dean, nor had I seen her do anything at those gatherings that might arouse my suspicion. I guess that the two of them -- my wife and her long-time lover -- had gotten good at disguising the signs of infidelity. As Diz held the tablet out for me to see the betrayal by my slut of a wife, I saw that the heat signatures revealed the two of them in activities similar to people removing clothing in the front seat of a car. They would kiss frequently as they did this. Finally, I saw the passenger move to the back seat and assume what I would assume was a position on hands and knees. The driver then moved between the front buckets and joined the other person in the back, evidently approaching from the passenger's rear. The rocking motion of the heat signatures and the telltale motion of the car verified what was happening from that point. They were doing the doggie. I had seen no indication before their move to the back seat of the driver attempting to perform any extra activities around his own groin area; so I assumed that he had not put on a condom -- they were going bareback. Not only was my cunt of a wife cheating on me, she was putting my health and maybe my life at risk by exposing the both of us to who knows how many sex partners this sonofabitch had had. With his apparent carefree approach to sex, it would not surprise me if he had frequently caught the clap in one or more of its manifestations over his so-called 'adult' life. "Diz," I said at last. "I will need copies of these videos. And it looks like my soon-to-be ex-wife and I are going to have it out in some manner over her 'extra-curricular' activities, shall we say? I will also need these videos as support when I petition the court for custody of my kids." Diz nodded and said, "Given her history, are you sure...?" He stopped abruptly, but I knew what he meant. Were the kids even mine? That was something I would need to verify from the standpoint of biology. But it would not matter from the standpoint of love. My kids were MINE! I did not care who the sperm donor had been. I loved Dylan and Dee-Dee and they loved me. I would NOT give them up without a major fight; and, even after that, I would not rest until I could get them back. Nevertheless, Diz had a point. "Yeah; I guess I need to get DNA tests; don't I?" "I am sorry, my friend," Diz said to me with an apologetic look. I nodded to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The latest video was still running and I sighed. "Hey, Diz," I said as my thoughts began to turn angry; even though I kept it out of my voice, I think. "Do you have any true video; I mean non-IR of these instances?" Diz got his pride expression on as he stopped the current video and popped another on screen. In this one, the view was one of the sexual activity, once again Donna taking her lover in the doggie position in the back seat. This time, it was in full normal video mode, and you could see their heads and faces from behind and slightly above the rear end of Winston's car. It was only a brief few seconds before the view changed back to IR view from directly above the car. I looked at Diz with a question on my face. "I dropped down and behind the car for a few seconds so that I could get a clear shot," Diz answered. "I could only keep the UAV there for a few seconds, though -- barely long enough to get the clear shot -- before moving out of their field of view. I did not want to alert them to the presence of the UAV and the camera. I mean ... you know that Donna knows about the efforts that you and I have put into this program; and she had seen some of the demonstrations we have conducted out back here. She would recognize the UAV in an instant if she saw it, and also realize that it was possibly capturing imagery." I had moved beyond my logical thinking about the situation that I had found myself in today when Diz had revealed his secret. I was now moving through the emotional levels. I was hurt on a personal level; but I was also worried for my kids. Mostly, though, I was angry and bitter at the two yay-hoos I saw in the video. My ... loving ... wife ... had not only cheated on me, and placed me in the path of physical harm by allowing Asshole Baby to do her without protection. It was the utter contempt and level of disrespect involved in carrying off this subterfuge of hers that really had me steaming. Oh, yeah; divorce was one thing. Revenge was another! **** I had my lawyer, Myrna Hawk, lined up with paperwork already prepared by the time Diz and I finally carried out my 'Day of Vengeance' -- sounds like a catchy movie title, doesn't it? I had asked about, and Diz had confirmed, the pattern of the midday trysts of the cheating couple. He informed me that it was always during an extended lunch period on Fridays (Casual Friday dress code rules allowed for their wearing clothing that was easier and faster to get on and off), but also sometimes on Tuesdays, the day of the week with the lightest workload. I had turned copies of the videos that Diz had already given me -- burned to a DVD-R -- over to Myrna Hawk and had asked her questions necessary for me to determine the best manner in which to have my wife served so that it could be as painful and embarrassing as possible. She informed me that she could have the paperwork en route to any location within 20 miles of Woodland, and even the northern edge of Vancouver itself (where Donna's place of work was located) within an hour, and actually delivered in the hands of the recipient within two hours. I had printed one still shot of the 'happy couple' at a point where they were going at it in missionary position on the blanket under the trees. I would include that shot in the packet of divorce paperwork. The DVD-R with those videos was only going to remain at Myrna Hawk's office as a precaution. Meanwhile, I had surreptitiously taken swabs and hair samples from both my kids; the former while they were asleep, and the latter from the hair brush and comb from on top of their respective mirrored dressers. It only took a couple of weeks for the results to come back; I had given Myrna Hawk's office address as the return address for the results. Therefore, I was in Myrna's small conference room when I discovered that Dylan was, in fact, all mine. Whew! I guess that Dad and Mr. Swinford had been right in forcing me to marry Donna at the time after all. My hand shook slightly as I reviewed the second set of results. Deanne was NOT mine ... well, biologically. She would ALWAYS be mine, if I could help it. I had too much love for my baby girl to lose her in the shenanigans that my soon-to-be ex-wife was sure to pull. The second set of results hardened my heart even more than it had been. This thing with Winston was evidently not the first time she has spread her legs for another dude while she had been married to me. That pussy that was supposed to be mine exclusively was evidently some sort of bus stop for her various lovers -- where they could 'come' and go as she could work out a schedule by which to do so without me finding out about it. **** The 'Day of Vengeance' had to be chosen carefully; depending on the weather report for the chosen Friday. It actually took Diz and me four more weeks of waiting patiently -- and of adding to our video repository along the way -- before a suitable day appeared on the horizon. It was getting into May now, and the weather report for the coming Friday was not only mostly sunny, but the anticipated humidity level was a remarkably low fifteen percent. Most assuredly, if the couple did not get out of the car, they would very likely do the deed in the back seat with the panoramic roof open to the outside. It would all depend on the weather. But Diz and I were prepared to execute in either case. "Oh, Glenn, are you sure about this? I mean ... ... this is just so disgusting," Diz complained. We were busy siphoning the contents of the bucket before us into one of the several special weather balloons that I had found at a military surplus store. We had practiced the bombing capability of the UAV that we now called Enola Gay. Diz had rigged a burster that used compressed CO2 and we had filled one of the weather balloons with water. Diz had carefully inserted the burster inside the filled balloon before I had sealed it; with the pull-actuator cord extended outside the seal. Around the seal, we had affixed several wraps of cloth tape and had made a loop from the tape as well. This loop would be held by the remotely-activated 'pizza delivery' grappler, for want of a better description, on the underbelly of the Enola Gay UAV. One touch on the tablet controller screen would cause the grappler to release its load on command. When the balloon had fallen far enough to put sufficient tension on the otherwise slack pull-actuator cord, the burster would release the CO2 in a sudden explosion of water -- or whatever the contents of the balloon might be at the time. I had insisted that we do three trial runs out back with the water balloons. We had done the last two rehearsals in conjunction with the UAV carrying the alternating strobes; the one we now called ET -- referring to the famous movie that had included many flashing lights on the spaceship that had delivered and retrieved the main character in the film. "You bet your sweet ass, I am sure," I said in answer to Diz' question. "I want them to be 'in the shit' -- quite literally." As I said this, I was pumping more of the obnoxious mixture of piss and shit into the large weather balloon. I had been inspired to take this action when I was out driving around, feeling sorry for myself, and I had stopped at a small pullout that was run by the Washington State Parks and Recreation Commission. The primitive site -- keeping it 'green and pristine' as the tree-huggers up here liked it, I guess -- actually had an equally primitive outhouse instead of a chemical toilet, as most of the more up-to-date sites had. That was when I had smiled in an evil way as the idea had struck me for just how to get my revenge. I was being careful now to wear surgical gloves while filling the balloon, as was Diz. We had a bucket of bleach and water mix, along with some disinfectant added beside us. Once we were finished filling the balloon, we wanted to seal it thoroughly and hang it from a hook in the garage while we dipped our hands into the cleansing mixture. It would be hell for Diz and me if, after getting revenge on the cheaters, we came down with hepatitis, or something just as awful in the process. We also had to make sure that we did not overfill the balloon. The previous water balloon versions had been quite a bit fuller, so that we could ensure we were building in a margin of safety as far as the weight and bulk of the delivery payload for the real thing was concerned. Now we only had to wait about another hour for Dean Winston and my wife, Donna, to leave work for their weekly Friday mid-day fuck session. I went to my tablet controller and started up ET's engine about ten minutes before the cheaters normally left the building. After about thirty seconds of warming up, I lifted ET off from within the sheltering copse of trees across the parking lot from the building in which my wife worked. I had practiced with the camera attached under ET using a gimbal suspension; and I had become pretty good at changing the orientation of the camera while moving the platform. As I left ET in hover mode, I practiced with the camera's motion and zoom to ensure that the mount did not stick at an inopportune moment during this; I wanted to be sure to capture all of the excruciatingly embarrassing action. I could not help but marvel at the fact that I was over thirteen miles away from where ET was monitoring my wife's place of work. Alibi? You betcha! Sure enough, Donna and Dean came out the door leading to the parking lot; together and right on time. They did not even seem to care what their fellow workers thought about all of this -- I guess that partially explained the 'You poor sucker' looks I had gotten from some of my wife's coworkers at the last couple of work-related gatherings. "Okay, Diz; we know where they are going. Let's load up Enola Gay," I said to my friend. With that, we carefully removed the filled balloon from the garage hook. We had a spooky moment when I almost lost my grip. But we paused and got our pulse rates back down below about six-hundred-and-fifty and moved the balloon over to where Enola Gay sat. I let Diz take it from here; he was the expert at attaching the pull-activator for the burster and the suspension mechanism for carrying the payload. I turned back to monitoring ET and moving it into position. I guess I was so focused on what I was doing that I did not even realize that Enola Gay was on its way until Diz moved to stand beside me with his tablet controller in his hand. We looked at each other and did a fist bump before returning our full attention to the screens before us. **** The view from above Dean Winston's moving Chrysler quickly got boring, but the excitement of what we were doing kept us on edge and in focus. Special Dee The trip to the favored parking spot that Donna and Dean routinely used normally took only about ten minutes and that did not change today. Diz chuckled beside me and said, "Oh, yeah," softly. When I asked him what he meant by that, he chuckled and told me, "Check out the sunroof." When I rotated and zoomed my camera slightly to give me a good view, I could see that Winston had opened the panoramic sunroof of his grand luxury car so that they could feel the spring breeze as they drove. I prayed silently that they would leave it open. It had rained the night before, so the ground was very wet. Today, however, the weather was gorgeous -- mid-sixties and mostly sunny, and the humidity had left the area temporarily. Conditions could not have been better for our purposes. Sure enough, once the car stopped, the couple got out and saw that the ground was too wet to do the deed on the ground under the trees. They came together in a passionate kiss and began to undress each other. We watched from an angle within the treetops nearby as they would each remove an item of the other's clothing -- unashamedly right out in the open air. Then they would reach inside the car to place the items in the foot well of the front passenger side, kissing and groping between the removal of each item of clothing. 'Damn!' I thought, 'she is still a foxy woman, even if she is bent.' I noticed in passing that Dean Winston's equipment was sort of in the Goldilocks category -- not too big and not too small -- just noticing, you understand; not dwelling. I watched and gritted my teeth as my wife of almost fifteen years pulled open the rear passenger door of the car and entered, positioning herself on all fours on the plush leather luxury back seat of Winston's car. He was not long in following her in and filling her cunt with his man meat. Their movements began slowly and I saw my wife turn her head to make her lips available over her left shoulder. I had begun ET's descent, and I captured on video the moment when Dean leaned in and kissed my naked wife, all the while pumping his unprotected cock into her cheating pussy from behind. I couldn't help myself; I had to clear the sudden appearance of moisture from my eyes. This marriage had been dying up to this point since I had discovered Donna's duplicitous nature; but with a date certain not yet determined. Now, it was determined. Today was that day. I kept ET hovering off to the side, behind their field of view and told Diz to begin his run. From that point on, I moved ET slowly and carefully into position below the level of view and behind the curvature of the trunk of the car in which the cheaters were now fucking. I had almost zoned out when I heard Diz give his alert. "Okay!" he said almost in a shout. Catching himself, he said, "Final approach ... strobe and chirp in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..." then in a calm voice just over a loud whisper, he said, "Now!" I raised ET to a level with the rear windshield. I got a momentary glimpse of the looks of ecstasy on the faces of the couple fucking on the back seat as I activated first the strobes and then the police chirp. Today, I had covered the strobes with a deep blue film. When the bright alternating lights went off, I chuckled briefly thinking of what must be going through the couple's minds. The lights looked like those atop a police cruiser. "Whoop! Whoop!" That sound was almost universally recognized across the United States as the chirp alert of a police unit. As planned, the startled couple quit moving and remained frozen in place for just a few seconds. Their frightened expressions were captured for posterity by the video feed coming from ET. I was smiling at their discomfort and congratulating myself on surprising them so thoroughly that I almost did not hear Diz. "Bombs away!" I gotta admit; I had not expected anything so ... disgustingly unpleasant as what ET's video capture showed me on screen. The movement inside the car behind the couple in my viewfinder was that of something dropping through the sunroof, but it only lasted for a split second before the back windscreen, with the exception of that area screened by the heads and shoulders of the couple there, was covered in an obnoxious brown film. It took the couple a split second to realize that they were now covered in a brown haze of piss and soft shit, as was the entire interior of Dean Winston's precious luxury Chrysler 300S. They had been looking out the back windscreen with Diz' device had burst, so their faces had minimal amounts on them -- just the residual droppings from the car's ceiling. This had been by design when Diz and I had planned the attack. I was supposed to ensure they were facing away from the bursting shit balloon so that they did not have shit blown into their eyes -- we did not want to blind them -- or their noses or mouth -- nor did we want them to ingest any. I mean ... it is quite one thing to tell someone to 'Eat shit and die.' It is quite another to realize that if they did manage to eat any of the shit, they very well could get sick enough to die. I had wanted revenge on them; not concern about dodging a murder rap. "Rounds complete," said Diz in a suddenly authoritative voice. Then, in a softer tone, he said, "I believe it is time to march order, my friend." With that, we directed Enola Gay and ET out of the area, keeping them as low as we could. We had them home within twenty minutes and were giving each other high fives as we shared Budweiser Black Crown beer together. **** Diz had taken off, per my direction, leaving me at home to await Donna's shameful return to the house. I had activated ET again to watch the main highway turnoff into our neighborhood and had quickly brought it back to our place and parked it in the garage when I saw the Chrysler make the turnoff. I had already alerted Myrna Hawk to have her process server in the area and to be on a ten-minute alert. She had given me his cell number and I had it entered and pressed, with the alert for him to do his thing just as my wife's lover drove his car down our street and into my driveway. My car was parked down the street, so Donna would not know that I was home. I had to admit that Winston's Chrysler was a beautiful machine -- at least on the outside. As he put it in park, I could still see the brown streaks on the inside of the windshield -- I guess he had used his undershirt or something to wipe it off sufficiently to see out while he drove. When the passenger door opened, I saw a woeful figure emerge. Donna's face was clear of the offending materials that obviously permeated the interior of Dean's car, including all of the clothing that they had piled into the foot well in front while they had done the deed in back. I knew this last bit from having reviewed the video from Enola Gay while Diz and I had enjoyed our post-operation beer. Diz' aim had been phenomenal. The shit balloon had entered the car dead center through the open panoramic sunroof and the burster had blown out its vile contents just a couple of inches over the center console between the front bucket seats. Enola Gay's camera caught the brown blast effect as it blew throughout the car almost instantaneously, even into the foot well where their clothing had been piled. Only a relatively small amount had actually blown up and out through the sunroof, due to the direction of focus of the burster Diz had set up; the guy was really pretty talented at this. I watched another dark car pull up to the curb and its driver got out and moved toward my front porch. He looked to be in his late twenties or earlier thirties and he was carrying a large manila envelope. He was moving briskly across the yard and caught up to Donna before she could get to the front steps. I had the window in the front room cracked so that sound could pass both ways -- from the outside in, and vice versa. He got within reach of Donna and started into his official presentation. "Donna ... " I had to chuckle. He began again, fighting through what must have been an awful smell oozing from Donna in all directions. "Donna Taylor?" he asked, and it sounded as if he was trying to breathe through his mouth and speak at the same time. Man! That smell must be really awful! "Yes; but I can't ... talk right now ... I..." she said, trying to brush him off. Bless his heart; he persisted and simply said, "Here." I was looking out the window and I saw Donna take the envelope he held out to her; I guess it was reflex. He then moved quickly toward his car and called out while walking backward, "Donna Taylor, you have been served." He took her picture with his phone, still moving away, in order to record the event; along with the date and time she had been served. The guy was thorough -- even though grossed completely out by my shit-smelling wife -- I'll give him that. Winston had wanted to leave right away. I guess he had wanted to distance himself from his old lover; get a shower; find a detailer with guts enough to clean up his car -- or an arsonist who would simply torch it and put it out of its misery -- and get on with life in anticipation of the weekend. It had taken him a few minutes to get out of my driveway, since the process server's car was partially blocking him in. The server reached in his car, got another envelope, and approached the driver's window of Dean Winston's car. I could not hear, but it looked as if the server got confirmation of Dean's identity and simply threw the envelope in the window, stepped back to take a picture, and took off -- I guess the smell was equally as obnoxious near the car as it had been near Donna. I moved away from the window so that Donna could not see me watching the events transpiring in my front yard. I heard her let out with a sob. I don't know if it was a sob of anger, sadness, self-pity ... or a bit of all three. I just know that it was loud. I heard several more after that. She tried her key and discovered that it no longer worked; I had taken the opportunity this morning to change out the locks and replace the garage door opener before the revenge mission had even begun. She did not yet know if I were home, yet she still rang the bell and listened. She pounded on the door several times and kicked it once. Then I heard what sounded like her slumping against the door and sliding down to sit on the porch. Things were quiet for a minute. Then I felt my cell phone vibrated in my pocket -- I had turned off the ringer so that she could not detect my presence in the house. I went into the kitchen before I answered the phone. "What?" Usually when I saw her number on the caller ID window, I would answer with, "Hi, Honey," or some other term of endearment -- not this time. "Glenn ... Honey ... something terrible has happened and I ..." she paused as she went into a paroxysm of crying loudly and pitifully. I stayed with the connection as she finally got herself under control after about a minute. "Oh, Glenn ... ... I can't get into the house ... my key won't work ... and I need so BADLY to shower and get clean! Ugh!" I almost laughed at the image of her sitting there on the porch crying as she felt the chafing of her shit-soaked clothing. Finally, I spoke. "Donna, did you receive the packet that I had delivered to you?" "Ye ...Yes," she responded. "What is it? The rude man who gave it to me said I had been 'served.' What did he mean?" I could not believe she could not figure this out. "Well, I guess you need to open it and see exactly just what he DID mean," I said. I could not help the harsh tone in my response. I could hear her tearing open the envelope, probably as she propped the phone in the crook between her neck and chin. "Glenn, why are you being so nasty all of a sudden ... oh ... OH ... NO ... NO-NO-NO!" I had instructed Myrna Hawk to ensure that the still shot of Donna and Dean fucking in the missionary position on the blanket on the ground was the first item in the packet of divorce paperwork. From the angle of the photo, it would appear to the observer that a tall man with a camera had taken the picture from about thirty feet away with a zoom lens. The secret of the UAV video would remain with just a few of us. **** Totally against the odds that most people would have given me, the divorce went slightly in my favor. The time-date-stamped picture of the cheaters may have helped -- I don't know. Since Washington is a no-fault state without requiring a period of separation before the divorce, the machinery moved fairly quickly. I got the house, since the deed was in my name only, but had to provide a shitload of monetary assets (from the known accounts) to Donna. This included only minimal alimony for two years, since she was, in fact, still employed. Since the house was mine, the judge ruled that the best interests of the children were served "when the existing pattern of interaction between a parent and child is altered only to the extent necessitated by the changed relationship of the parents or as required to protect the child from physical, mental, or emotional harm." In lay terms, that meant that they should stay in the house with me in order not to change their 'pattern of interaction.' To her credit, Donna did not try to paint me as physically, mentally, or emotionally abusive. If she had, I had given a list of witnesses to Myrna Hawk to call in to testify to the fact that I was not abusive. I could not get Dylan and Dee-Dee out from under Donna's influence completely, as the court also established 'mutual decision-making authority;' which meant that Donna could still have a major say in the kids' lives. Well, I guess, with the way that courts normally screw the dads, and the fact that I was not being squeezed out by the machinery, I could give Donna a little leeway without squawking too much. It sure would be nice not to have to deal with my ex-wife at all anymore, but I still had Dylan and Dee-Dee to consider. So far, I had shielded them from the infidelity aspects of the dissolving relationship between their parents. I planned to keep them in the dark for as long as possible. Donna got herself an apartment just a few miles away -- guess who had to pay for it! It was closer to Vancouver and her place of work. What chapped my ass was the requirement for me to pay for her connection for cable TV (I checked to see if it included 'The Cheater's Channel' in the channel selection with her package, but I didn't have any luck). I had no interest in whether Donna was dating or trying to establish some other attachment with someone. The subject never came up during the regular handoff of the kids for visitation and I did not ask. All in all, I suffered financially for about six months; until the payments began coming in from the business that Diz and I were conducting with his cousins in India. The amazing thing was that we did not really have to produce anything; we simply had to be idea men and broker the deals that resulted in manufacture, special configuration, and transportation of Diz' designs. We had to get another lawyer lined up to handle the export arrangements, since our stuff was still not legal for commercial use here in the U.S. and there were a few trade restrictions on exporting technology. But, oh, boy! Whenever the FAA got off the dime and gave us the go-ahead here in the United States, the sky -- literally -- was going to be the limit. I finally got a bit of a boost financially when the court settled in my favor in my Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress (IIED) suit against Dean Winston. It turns out the guy was up to his ears in debt and the final payout to me after attorney's fees and other costs amounted only to $43,000. Ah, well. Meanwhile, I was still making a pretty good living at my day job. Life was looking up several months after the divorce -- I guess. I was starting to get a little horny, though. I had to laugh when I learned that the insurance adjustor for Dean Winston's case balked at declaring the car a total loss; pushing for a thorough cleaning and return to service. I knew, as did Dean, that he would NEVER get all of the shit smell out of his upholstery. Dean kept claiming that a cop had been there when 'hoodlums' had vandalized his car. He insisted that the police car's incident camera MUST have captured some evidence to support his case. Calls to the State Patrol and to the sheriffs of Clark and Cowlitz counties, asking for the name of the trooper or deputy who might have been there, all came up empty. Diz and I had kept our mouths shut about the Shit Bomb Incident. In fact, we had said and done nothing to raise any suspicions until Donna had witnessed our little exhibition today at Dee-Dee's party and finally connected the dots. **** I had put Dee-Dee to bed after we got back from taking her friend home. Dylan had gone on to his room and was probably cruising around on the internet before he finally settled down to go to sleep. "Did you enjoy your twelfth birthday, Baby Girl?" I asked Dee-Dee as she pulled the covers up. It would probably be only a matter of months when I would no longer be welcome in her room for her nighttime rituals leading up to sleep. She was definitely growing up right before my eyes. "Daa-Deeee," she said softly in mock exasperation. "I am NOT your BABY!" Then she giggled. I could not help it. I started crying softly. She saw my tears and said, "Daddy; I ... I didn't mean it. I only meant..." "Sweetheart," I said gathering her up into my arms for a hug, blankets and all, "you will ALWAYS be my baby girl." She hugged me back and said, "I know, Daddy. I know." I kissed her forehead and, as she lay back down, I looked into her eyes and said, "You are just so special, Dee." She smiled at me and closed her eyes. The DNA results that said I had not sired this little girl would never see the light of day, if I could help it. I could not know for certain; but, given the way that Donna had insisted on being the one to name her, the probability was pretty high that Dean Winston had impregnated Donna with Deanne some time when he had been home from school in Boise all those years ago. That could have been a way for Donna to laugh at me in secret. I don't think she had told Winston, even if she knew about his possibly being Deanne's sperm donor; otherwise she may have had to answer questions about her other lovers. And it would have probably come out when he tried to fight my lawsuit against him. It did not matter now, though. I had my kids with me and my former cheating slut whore ex-wife was out of the house. I went downstairs and glanced at the clock, noting that it was only ten after nine. I usually do not answer the phone after nine, but instead let the machine take it. It had always seemed to me to be rude for someone to call my house after nine at night unless it was an emergency. For some reason, however, this evening, when the phone rang at nine-fifteen, I chose to answer it. I was surprised -- yet pleased, somehow -- to hear the voice on the on the other end. The voice of Sandy Malloy spoke into my ear and said, with obvious amusement in her tone, "Okay, Glenn; do you want to tell me what that vicious slap from your ex was all about?" Remember when I said earlier that this is NOT one of those stories where the cheated-on guy has ready-made female companionship standing by once he is finally divorced from his cheating wife? Well; I could be wrong. **** NOTE: For a good look at a Quadrotor UAV in action, you may want to check out the somewhat humorous video titled, "FPSRussia Prototype Quadrotor with Machine Gun" While the UAV depicted in the video carries a machinegun, it is the vehicle platform itself that is of interest as it relates to the story; not the weapon (unless you are really into that stuff). Special Dee **** THE END Special Delivery After delivering pizzas, hot buffalo wings, and Chinese food for several months, and being flirted with on many occasions, I figured there must be a way to make more money at this job! That is when the idea of expanding my services began playing through my imagination and I could not help but wonder what else my customers had a craving for. Quietly I began keeping track of the names and addresses of the cutest girls and sexiest women I delivered to regularly. There had to be a way to let my "regulars" know that I was willing to provide ANY service they hand a need for, whether it was delivering something extra like soda, cigarettes, or even alcohol, to even satisfying a fantasy or two - for a price. I was not aiming to be greedy, but if you have ever worked in food delivery, you know the "profit margin" is rather slim. Also, there were many evenings when I almost quit after driving the same streets again and again, delivering the same boring items, and generally not feeling as if I had achieved anything worthwhile. If not for the occasional warm smile and extra dollars tip, I would have lost all faith in people completely. Slowly my plan developed into a scheme with incredible erotic potential. As the weeks progressed I began being extra nice and friendly to the "regulars" and letting them know that in the future I could also be reached by text pager if there was anything besides food they needed. Most nodded politely and smiled, but a lot of the time I was not even sure if they heard me or took note of the offer. This couldn't have been farther from the truth, as I was about to learn. I had not yet given anyone the number or address of the pager, and wanted to prepare a flyer that implied everything I was willing to do in order to satisfy my most loyal and attractive customers. Exactly what did I need to say? How to subtly get the point across in a way that wouldn't get me fired or worse, maybe even arrested. I definitely did not want to end up with a police record for solicitation. Finally after another two weeks of mentioning my willingness to bring anything they needed to my customers doorsteps, and promising the information needed to ask for something "extra" would be available soon, my flyer was ready! I began distributing the flyer the following Friday, and everyone seemed very appreciative of my efforts to go the extra distance in search of satisfaction. Oh, if they only knew my true motivation! Perhaps some did judging by the occasional arched eyebrow or seemingly knowing smile, especially from the cutest girls or most harried looking women. The date "extra services" would begin I described as, "when the need arises, or the thought occurs..." and this indeed did not raise any questions or complaints. Did they understand? I could only wait and hope the imaginations of my regular customers were as vivid as my own! It wasn't long before the first page arrived one miserable, rainy evening and I was pleasantly surprised to see someone's imagination was hooked! The page read simply, "are you busy tonight?" and nothing more. A vague but intriguing message from woman or women unknown. You see none of my family or friends had this pager number and I had a definite idea someone was playing with me in their imagination. If their creativity was nearly as open minded as my own, this could truly turn into something exciting! Delivery after delivery, home after home, no further page was received as the rain continued, the darkness grew, and the surrounding streets became quiet and empty. When would the next page come? Tonight? What instructions would it deliver? Who would it be from? Finally towards the end of the evening, about an hour and a half before the last run typically occurred, the first of what was to become my "fantasy pages" arrived with a gentle buzz. "if you show me how much you appreciate my business - i will be very happy", a page filled with mystery that certainly stirred my imagination and aroused my curiosity (quite a bit in fact!). I had not received an order by direct connect yet, so the identity of my customer remained a mystery. It was just a few minutes later when the call came through. A lady I recalled as incredibly hot wanted Italian food from the best restaurant in town, which incidentally was on the opposite side of town from where I knew she lived. Why she would order from this particular restaurant when I knew there were three or four much closer to her home was about to become very clear. Only after I picked up the order and was headed back across town did further instructions arrive with another gentle buzz. "I don't want anything on my delivery man" was all the message read. My imagination swirled with possibilities and the few best began to rise to the top of the pile! Could it be true that someone I had been delivering to for months had hit upon my secret desire on her first try? I certainly did not think it was possible I could have said anything to her, or even used an innuendo that might have inspired such a direct hit. Yet her beautiful home was at the end of a gently winding lane, and the street lights were few and far between that far back from the main road. By the time I was more than half way there, I realized I might be wrong, or wondered if I had read more into the page than 'Ms. Winding Lane' intended? I was getting pretty close and more than a little nervous when the next page arrived and cleared any doubts from my mind. "where are you - i hope my delivery is still hot" which was almost immediately followed by "and naked"! Oh yes! This was it! I had struck solid gold!! After I turned off the last main road I looked for somewhere to park the car in order to deliver exactly what my customer wanted! I quickly spotted a dark fast food restaurant with a drive thru window, and being "in the business" knew that drivers sometimes parked at the window after hours while closing was finished. I pulled into the lot and right up to the window, then quickly turned of all my lights and engine. In order to insure I would not back out at the last minute I removed all my clothes, took a deep breath and hopped out of the car to place them in the trunk. The night air had a slight coolness to it after the rain, but the thought of what I was about to do kept my body warm all over! I kept my delivery hat so that I would not be completely nude and planned on putting my shoes back on to be safe. Safe? What was I thinking? A hot Italian meal was about to be delivered by me completely in the nude and I was worried about whether my feet were covered? Funny how 'programmed' our behaviors become after years of working! I restarted the car and pulled onto the lane where my regular customer lived. As I passed by a few cars parked on the street and several houses, I saw no one around the neighborhood. Many of the homes were set back from the road, which made the lane even darker and quieter. My excitement grew as I drove down the last few hundred feet to the address I had written in my notebook. I could feel my heart begin pounding very hard in my chest, and this made another part of my body twitch in rhythm! What if this was a setup? What if my delivery was being secretly recorded on video? I resolved myself to go through with the delivery and thought, 'the first one will be the most difficult'. As I turned the car into her driveway, I noticed the curtains were closed on the front windows and Ms. Lane's front porch was mostly blocked from view of the road and her neighbors by full evergreens. I stopped the car, turned off the engine, pressed the emergency brake to the floor and called in my arrival time to the dispatcher. As if everything was completely normal she called back, "see ya" to confirm my having been heard. Oh if she could actually see me now! I stepped out of the car, closed the door and began walking towards the house. I was very, very excited by this point and completely exposed to anyone with food in one hand and my phone in the other. In fact, by this point, I was so very excited I could operate the doorbell "hands free" if needed!! The cool air felt fantastic on my nude body, and my mind throbbed with anticipation of what was about to happen! The light on her porch was rather dim and surrounded by crystal beads. Suddenly I realized how incredibly warm it was out here, almost as if it were the middle of summer. A gentle gust blew across the porch and tickled my body. Wow! Did that feel great!! I rang the doorbell with my index finger on the hand holding the phone and stepped back slightly in order to be clearly seen through the lace behind the small window. At first nothing happened and I heard no sounds of stirring inside. The only sound I could make out was the beating of my own heart and a quiet nervous rumble from deep within my stomach. No turning back now, I was here and certainly had been seen arriving from some vantage point in the house. My own excitement was almost more than I could bear, as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other I really hoped this was exactly what my customer wanted! Finally a light somewhere in the front hall switched on and a shadowy figure approached the door. I could not make out much more than a vague female figure based on height and general shape and she approached the door. 'Breathe' and try not to faint were about the only coherent thoughts I could manage at this point. I wasn't even sure I would be able to open my mouth when she opened the door! Not to mention the next slightest breeze might send me over the edge and mean a little something extra would be delivered upon the front door! I heard the lock turn and could see the door handled begin to rotate! For some reason I couldn't help but clench my teeth shut and my goosebump covered butt cheeks together! Slowly the door began to open and I was absolutely stunned by the beautiful figure I had forgotten lived here! And I do mean "figure" as my mind quickly processed the fact that Ms. Lane was also completely nude and looked gorgeous!! This delivery was going to be the best I had ever made anywhere, somehow I knew this all the way down to the tip of my spasming member that was making a hot delivery of its own!!! To be continued... Special Delivery Taking her clit in her mouth, Miranda alternated between sucking it intensely and licking it rapidly back and forth. Reaching the brink of pleasure, Chloe dug her nails into Miranda's skin as she felt her consume and pound her pussy. Each flick upon her nub stoking her fire, each thrust of hand pushing her to the edge of eruption. Unable to hold back any longer, Chloe threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs, arching her back deeply as the orgasm rocketed through her. The muscles in her body contacting and releasing vigorously as ecstasy washed over her. Deeply inhaling the scent of satisfied sex, Miranda delightfully lapped up Chloe's juices, reveling in the her satisfaction. Chloe sighed contentedly as Miranda gathered her in her arms. Nuzzling her head against Miranda's neck and kissing her soft salty skin. "I can't believe this is happening," she said in a dazed voice. You wouldn't believe how jealous I was this afternoon, thinking you were going to have dinner with some guy." "No worries honey," Miranda replied lovingly. "You're the only one I'm having for dinner tonight, and we're only on appetizers." "Mmm, I can't wait for dessert," Chloe said jokingly. "Well it is Valentine's Day," Miranda responded playfully. Chloe looked up at Miranda, giddy passion dancing in her eyes. "Well then we'll just have to see how sweet you are, won't we?" Special Delivery I had taken the week off to catch up on some work around the house. I had only lived in the neighbourhood seven months and had not spent many weekday hours at home. During the weekend, the neighbourhood seemed quiet and residential. It was gone 3 o’clock when the doorbell rang amidst my reorganization of my bedroom. Few people knew I was off so I had no idea who was at to door. Turned out to be the mailman with a package that had shipping due. We exchanged pleasantries and I ran upstairs to get $10. When I came back I signed the paperwork, I handed over the cash made a few comments and off he went. When I went in the living room to open the package I noticed he was still standing at the base of the stairs looking back. Just then the phone rang and while talking I went to make sure I had locked the porch door. I noticed the mailman further down the block but he kept looking back. It wasn’t until an hour later I realized I had taken my threadbare t-shirt off and shoved it in my waistband. Below the waist I had on very old worn knit sleepwear bottoms. My upper body, which is real beefy, showed my tattoos and pierced nipple and there was no question I was naked under the sleepwear bottoms. FUCK I thought – no wonder he looked at me! As I was thinking about it my cock grew mega hard and I realized I was jerking off thinking about what had happened. But I knew the chances of a scene like that happening were nonexistent. But I replayed it in my mind all that day and woke up the next morning thinking about it. I spent the day imagining what I could wear that would give me another hard on – lycra running shorts, ripped and threadbare levis or cutoffs, underwear and socks – there were lots of possibilities. But then why would the mailman ring the doorbell again since I received so few packages? I kept trying things on and couldn’t decide what was the hottest. It wasn’t even 2 o’clock so I had plenty of time still and then the doorbell rang! Ninety minutes early – through the window I could see him. I had on the least likely choice I’d ever wear to the door – completely sheer form fitting trunks with a patch of very small lycra over the cock. I had no choice – I either went to the door like this or missed the chance completely. When I went to the door he wore an evil grin and laughed saying he had obviously disturbed me and all over 50 cents. I said “What?” He then reminded me that the shipping due was only $9.50 and that he owed me 50 cents from the day before. We had a good laugh and he asked if I was enjoying my week off. I said I was just about to have my afternoon coffee and he said he was just about finished for the day and he was going to do the same thing. I asked if he wanted to join me and we went into the kitchen while I made the coffee. This guy was nowhere near my type but he just fuckin oozed sex. He was medium height with a slight tight build and the polyester pants definitely were form fitting to his ass and crotch. His shirt was open three buttons showing his tight chest covered in grey and black fur. And his bald head, pencil thin moustache and black rim glasses topped off this nerdy looking mailman. My guess was he was around 58 a total suburbia dad type. I figured I was giving this closet case a good dose of cock teasing. When we went to sit down at the table I realized the extent of it too. His cock was obviously aroused as you could see the massive outline of the head pushing the taunt polyester inches out. I figured he had at least 8 inches and it was obviously nice and thick too. It took my cock about 5 seconds to start getting hard and I couldn’t take my eyes of his bulge that kept pulsating in his pants. We talked about pretty much nothing then he commented on my shorts saying they fitted real well and were pretty hot – he had never seen nay like them. I said right back that I had never seen a mailman fill out their pants that well either. We laughed and Bob said he could never fit into my shorts his pants were so tight at the moment – I asked if all his customers had that effect. Bob explained that a few had over the years but certainly I intrigued him more than anyone ever had. I went to get the coffee to refill our cups and it was obvious my cock was enjoying the attention. When I poured Bob’s his elbow brushed my lycra covered mound and he said if it wasn’t so big he might have avoided it – we both laughed and I said “ maybe I don’t want you to avoid it.” With that his fur covered hand covered my growing bulge and I reached to touch his polyester covered man sized meat. “ Yeah dude,” he said grinning,” I’ve been wonderin about you for a long time.” I couldn’t believe my ears – “Really?” I asked to which he responded “yeah, you are definitely a hot stud and I’ve been wonderin if you ever played with other guys since you never seem to date or have women around.” I laughed and said “ Well man I think you’re about to find out how much I like to play around with other guys.” Bob stood grabbed the back of my head and rammed his thick wet tongue into my throat. Obviously I wasn’t his first conquest and he knew exactly how to treat a young slut. My mouth answered right back and as he was tonguing my hungry throat his hand reached in and grabbed my cock and balls pulling them out from under the sheer fabric. I was moaning and sweating like a pig wanting him more than any man ever. Bob had me so hot and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we would fuck. His tongue came out of my mouth and he spit a huge gob of man juice down my throat. I drank the thick gob and he pushed my head down and into his poly covered huge mound. I licked ate and munched on the hot fabric and wanted more than anything to swallow his cock. I just didn’t want to rush the excitement this old stud was giving me. Without missing a beat Bob turned and immediately was pushing my head into his hot tight ass and I was enjoying every minute of eating his polyester covered hole. I couldn’t believe how hot he was and I was eager to do anything this guy wanted. I was so into eating his ass that I hadn’t noticed him remove the thick black belt from his pants and he instantly wrapped it around my wrists and bound them behind my back. He undid the button on his pants, unzipped them and released the most magnificent purple headed cock surrounded by masses of the thickest black and grey hair – I couldn’t even see his balls there was so much fur on them! I opened my mouth and begged for his cock and he said,” not so quick boy we’re gonna have some fun and started spurting his golden juice into my mouth.” This was becoming every fantasy I had ever had. I never thought he was going to stop and I loved every drop of juice he fed me. He was just finishing when he thrust his 8 inch cock right down my throat. It took me by surprise and while I had had much longer I don’t think my mouth had ever been stretched that far open. His cock was at least 6 inches around if not 7 and it felt like my mouth would never regain its shape – not that I cared at that moment. I ate his cock and opened my mouth to make sure I got every inch every was possible. I wanted this guy’s cock as far as I could take it and he obviously loved giving it. His moans and orders to his young cocksucker made me realize he loved being deep throated. “Suck my meat fag boy’” he kept saying,” yeah baby you’re gonna make me so happy, we’re gonna be fuck buddies for a long time now that I’ve discovered how much you like daddies boy.” I just kept deepthroating this guy who was thrusting his meat into me like a madman. He grabbed my arms and flipped me over and within 3 seconds had forced his cock into my asshole with only my spit as lube. I knew my hole was ripped apart from the thickness of his cock but I didn’t care. I also didn’t care he was fucking me raw. I knew he was going to be my new owner and that my ass would belong exclusively to him from now on. “ Yeah baby give me that hungry pussy’” he kept hollering at me. I just kept forcing my ass onto his meat – the pleasure and pain mixed to send me into pure ecstasy. I had never been so happy in my life. Here was this massive cock on a man more than twice my age fucking my hole like no one ever before and I couldn’t get enough. “Own me fuck my faggot cunt,” I screamed at him. He laughed and pounded my ass harder and harder everytime I screamed it. With that he started to shudder and I knew it would only be seconds………..and then he started to explode and with every ounce of energy in him he poured what felt like gallons of man cum into my ass and he just kept pounding and pounding me while he shot. I couldn’t touch my cock because of my bound wrists but that didn’t stop me from shooting the biggest load of my life in unison with Bob’s cream. This was the most spectacular fuck I had ever had. His furry arms were around me now holding me and all I heard was “ Baby everything will be perfect from now on – our fuck sessions will be forever and I will take care of that ass and mouth everyday.” I looked at him, smiled and said, “ That’s all Uncle Bob that’s all I ask.” He grinned back and said,” yeah baby your Uncle knew you were ripe for the pickin – I’m just glad he got to bring you this special delivery!” let me know what you think! Special Delivery My day brightened the minute Crystal walked in the door. Crystal made deliveries to my work place several times a week, and we had gotten to the point where we would flirt playfully a little each time we talked. At about 35, she was 10 years older than me, but that didn't seem to bother either one of us. Crystal was short, about 5'4" and weighed about 105 lbs. She didn't have the hard tight body of girls my age anymore, but her round curves made her more sensual to me. I'd estimate that her breast size was about a 34d, and her uniform pants did nothing to hide the roundness of her ass. We had been experiencing a heat wave the past week, and Crystal’s blonde hair was wet against her forehead when she walked in, but her blue eyes sparkled. "Hi Crystal," I said, "how are you doing today?" "Not bad, Kent, except for this heat," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead, "but this a/c feels real good." "I can tell," I replied, looking at her chest. Her bra and polo shirt did little to hide that her nipples had reacted positively to the air conditioning. "Yeah," Crystal said looking down at her nipples, "I must give people quite a show on days like this, but that's the price we girls pay for hot weather and air conditioning. Don't get me wrong, I love hot weather, but this past week has been ridiculous!" "I know what you mean," I replied, "I've been going to my parents house every day after work so I can cool off on their pool." "That must be nice," she said, "my apartment complex has a pool, but you don't get any privacy. There are little brats running around all day and then their no good fathers try to pick me up! That’s what I have to look forward to tomorrow." "That's terrible," I said, "Hey, I have tomorrow off, why don't you come with me to my parents place, they'll be out for the day, we can have all the privacy we want." Crystal liked the idea, and we made plans to meet at my work in the morning. I spent the rest of the day thinking about tomorrow, wondering what Crystal looked like in a bikini. The following morning dawned bright and just as hot as usual. I drove to work and found Crystal already waiting for me. She was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt, suggesting to me that she already had her bikini on. She gave me a quick hug, and I felt her ample tits press into my chest. We got in our cars and Crystal followed me to my folks house. We walked in the back gate, and I could tell Crystal was very impressed with the pool. "This is beautiful, Kent, thanks again for having me over." The pool was surrounded by trees and a solid wood fence, so we would not lack for privacy. Crystal noticed that right away, and remarked on it. "Oh yeah," I said, "I’ve skinny dipped here a few times, no one can see you." Crystal gave a little laugh, and i headed for the pool house to get changed into my trunks. I came back out in time to see Crystal removing her shorts; and it was a wonderful view. She was bent at the waist, causing her round ass to stick out even more. She wasn't wearing a thong bottom, but the bikini bottom still showed of a quite a bit of her ass. That was fine with me; I've always been ass man, and hers was a fine one. I walked over and we both lay down on our towels. Crystal pulled out her tanning oil and started to spread it over her skin. I enjoyed watching her oil herself up, her skin glistened. She handed me the bottle and asked me to do her back, and i happily obliged. I spread oil across her back, my fingers reaching under the strap of her top and down her sides to just inched away from her tits. I worked on her lower back, and i let my hands wander to just the point wear her ass cheeks started to swell. I finished her legs and handed her back the bottle. "Here," she said, "let me do you now, don't want any burning." I let her rub oil into my chest, her slippery fingers felt good rubbing my nipples, and i noticed she let them linger there a few extra seconds before moving to my legs. She started at my feet, and worked slowly up to my upper legs. Her hands found their way under the legs of my trunks, and came to rest just inches away from my semi hard cock. We lay back and started to enjoy the sun and each others company. Before to long, the heat got to be too much, and we jumped in the pool to cool off. We played around like little kids for a while, splashing and dunking each other in the cool water. I got a few quick feels of her ass while we were playing, and i felt her hands at my crotch a few times also. The day wore on, and as it got closer to the time for Crystal to leave, i started to feel a little disappointed. "I wish you didn't have to go," I said. "Well, i kind of have to" she replied, "I’ve got a hot date tonite, and i have to get ready." "Oh," I said a little disappointedly, "I hope he knows how lucky a guy he is." Crystal smiled and walked up to me, she leaned in and gave me a surprise kiss, her tongue licking across my lips. "Oh, i think he knows now just how lucky he is," she said smiling. She gave me directions to her place, with instructions to meet her there in 2 hours. I had the hugest grin on my face as she drove away, thinking of the possibilities the night had to offer. I got back to my place, showered and shaved. I dressed in khakis and a polo. I stopped on the way to her place to get some wine and made it to her apartment at the appointed time. Crystal answered the door with a smile and a hug and kiss. She looked beautiful in her simple summer dress that came down to her knees. The plunging neckline showed plenty of cleavage and did little to hide the fact that she wore no bra. As she turned to lead me into the apartment, i quickly dropped my eyes to her ass, I could not see any panty lines, so she either was going without any underwear at all tonite, or she was wearing a thong or g-string. Either way, it looked like a promising night. Crystal had cooked us dinner, and we ate by candle light, enjoying the meal and some wine. After we were done eating, we headed for the living room, where Crystal lit more candles and turned on some soft music. I held her close as we started dancing. Feeling her body close to mine, her head resting on my chest, we danced together, not noticing how time seemed to have stopped. Our hands roamed over each other while we danced and soon she lifted her head and pulled my face down to hers as our lips met in a sensual kiss. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, searching for my own. They dueled there together while my hands slid down her back to cup her ass in my hands. Crystal backed me up to the couch, and pushed me down on it. She knelt between my legs and i felt her fingers start to undo me belt and unbutton my pants. I lifted my ass of the couch and she grabbed my pants and boxers and quickly pulled them down my legs. My hard cock sprang free and waved in the air. Crystal gave a quick coo of approval and lowered her mouth to within a fraction of my cock. I felt her hot breath on the head, and then her tongue shot out and licked all around the tip. Crystal looked up and her eyes met mine and held me in her gaze as she lowered her mouth onto my waiting cock. Her mouth was so wet and warm, I gave her a moan of approval as she sucked me into her mouth. Her saliva coated my dick as she slid her lips up and down the shaft. After a few minutes of this, she slowly took me as far down her throat as possible. I couldn't believe it when my cock slid all the way into her throat. No one had ever done that to me before, and it had me on the verge of cumming a she milked me with her throat. Crystal could tell I was on the verge of exploding, and she slid up until her lips were locked on the head of my cock and started to pump the shaft with her hand. Her saliva on my cock made her pumping easier, and soon i was moaning her name, about to explode. "Oh, Crystal, that's so good. I'm about to come in your mouth," i groaned. That just made her work my cock faster with her lips and hand. The feel of her tongue lashing at the head of my cock was too much, and I explode into her waiting mouth. "Oh, god, I'm cumming!" Crystals mouth went into overdrive as she sucked the come out of me, letting it fill her mouth. My breathing and heart beat slowly came back to normal, and Crystal looked up a me and opened her mouth, letting me see all the cum i had deposited there. She smiled at me and swallowed, letting my cum slide down her throat. She smiled at me and bent her head to clean any remaining cum off cock. When she was satisfied that she had got it all, Crystal climbed on my lap and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, and as we kissed, i let my hands wander to her ass. I lifted the hem of her dress and let my hands finally feel her bare ass. I was right about her choice of underwear, I could feel the strap of her thong separating her ass cheeks. I let my fingers slip under her thong, and I could instantly feel her wetness. I let my fingers play up and down her slit, slipping a finger inside her pussy while my thumb rubbed he puckered asshole. We decided to move the party to her bed and I stood up, letting my pants and boxers slide to the floor. Crystal pulled my shirt over my head and added it to the pile along with my shoes and socks. Crystal grabbed me by the cock, and guided me to her bedroom. As we stood by the bed, I lifted her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. I stopped to take in her nakedness, her breasts hung soft and full, capped with pink nipples. I lowered my head to her tits and bathed them with my tongue, sucking each nipple in my mouth in turn. Crystal held my head in her hands, and started to guide my lips down her stomach to her panty covered pussy. I knelt at her feet, and slowly licked her pussy through her panties, noting that they were already wet. "If you want what's under there bad enough," Crystal whispered, "you're gonna have to take them off yourself." I smiled up at her and hooked my fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled her panties down her legs. I looked back up to see a almost hairless pussy right in front of my face. She left a small strip of hair just above he slit, like a landing strip. I leaned in and let my tongue slide up and down her lips, finally stopping to take her clit between my lips, and gave it a long suck. Crystals legs were starting to shake now, so I guided her to the bed, and she lay down with her legs hanging over the edge. I lifted her legs up and bent them at the knees, Crystal took the hint and grabbed her legs, bringing them up to her chest, totally exposing her pussy and ass to me. I leaned back in and let my tongue slide right up her pussy. Crystal whimpered and started to roll her head back and forth. I licked up and down her slit, and let my tongue wander down to her ass. i wasn't sure how she felt about ass play, but i was about to find out. I let my tongue circle her puckered hole as she moaned in approval. I slowly penetrated her ass with my tongue while my thumb rubbed her clit. "Oh, that is so nasty," Crystal breathed,” it feels so good!" I continued to tongue fuck her ass, and i could tell she was going to come real soon. As her body started to tremble with her orgasm, i pulled my tongue from her ass and slid it up inside her pussy, still rubbing her clit with my thumb. "Oh, Kent, I'm gonna cum! Keep that tongue in my cunt!!" Just as she was about to cum, i slid a finger up her ass, and that was all she could take as she exploded, flooding my mouth with her juices. I kept my finger in her ass and my tongue up her cunt until she finally recovered from her orgasm. Crystal pulled me up and i kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. My cock was hard again, and she could feel it rubbing against her stomach. Crystal reached down and grabbed it with her small hand, pumping it. She guided me to her warm, wet opening, and i slowly slid into her. She was so wet, i slid in on one stroke, filling her up. We rested like that for a moment, and then Crystal started to move her hips in a fucking motion. I followed suit, and soon we were fucking smoothly. I alternated between short, hard thrusts and long slow ones as Crystal milked my cock with her pussy muscles. I decided that a change of positions was in order, and i pulled out and rolled over. Crystal straddled my hips, and reached under her and guided my cock back into her pussy. She leaned over me and began fucking herself back and forth on my cock. I reached up and pulled her tits to my mouth, and i sucked on her nipples as she fucked me. I held her tits close together and lashed her nipples simultaneously with my tongue. I was getting close, and Crystal could tell. "Are you gonna cum, baby?" she whispered. "I'm gonna cum right now!" I groaned, and grabbed her hips so i could pump her harder as i exploded into her. "Oh that's it, cum in my pussy, baby. Fill it up." I pumped my cum into her for what seemed like forever. As i recovered, Crystal leaned down smothered my face and neck with kisses, my hands caressing her back and ass. She slid off me and we lay side by side, her head on my chest, with her hand grasping my shrinking cock. We held each other like that as we both drifted off to sleep. I awoke a few hours later to feel her hand still grasping my cock. It was hard again, and Crystal was wide awake, slowly pumping it. "I think someone is ready for another round," she said smiling. She slowly slid down and took me in her mouth, wetting my cock with her saliva. She released me from her mouth, and got on her hands and knees, facing away from me. Crystal looked at me over her shoulder. "Get behind me and fuck me doggy style, I love it that way." Seeing her beautiful ass in the air like that, there was no way i was going to disappoint her. She handed me some lube from her night stand and i coated my cock and her pussy with it. I knelt behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her slit, teasing her. Crystal got impatient and reached under her and grabbed my cock, stuffing it in her pussy. "Yeah," she moaned, "that's better. I love getting fucked from behind like this." i started to slowly pump in and out of her as she moved her ass back and forth, matching me stroke for stroke. I took her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart, watching my cock slide in and out of her. I could also see her puckered asshole winking at me with each stroke. I slicked up a finger with her juices and started to rub her asshole with it. Crystal moaned with approval, and i took this as permission to explore further. I slowly slid my finger in her ass and started to stroke in and out in rhythm with my cock in her pussy. Crystal seemed to enjoy this and i wondered how far i could take this. I pulled out of her cunt and placed the head of my cock at her puckered asshole. "How do you feel about backdoor deliveries? i asked. "Well, it's been a while since I’ve done that," she replied, "but you know i always do my best to satisfy my best customers." i poured some more lube on my dick, and also placed some on my finger and worked it in her ass. When she was well lubed up, i placed my cock at her ass and slowly pushed in. I met some initial resistance, but, soon her ass opened up and let me slide in until my hips rested against her as cheeks. I remained motionless for a minute, letting us both get used the the feeling. i slowly pulled back, feeling the tightness of her ass gripping my cock, and then pushed back in. i kept up this rhythm up and soon Crystal was moving with me. I gripped her hips and started to fuck her with increased speed while Crystal reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. We were both close to the point of no return, and Crystal was soon moaning my name. "Yeah, Kent, keep fucking my ass, I’m so close. I want you to cum in my asshole, I want to feel it squirting in my ass!" I felt her explode, her ass gripping my cock even harder, and I totally lost it, cumming up her ass. I held her ass cheeks hard against my hips as I pumped my cum into her. We both collapsed on the bed, and lay motionless as my softening cock slowly pulled free from her ass. We held each other tight, caressing each other. Unfortunately, we both had to work the next day, so I sadly gathered my clothes together and got dressed. Crystal walked me to the door, still nude, and we kissed goodbye. "It's been a great day," I said. "Yeah," Crystal replied, smiling. "What do you say we schedule a overnight delivery next time?" I smiled, "Sounds like a plan to me." I kissed he goodbye again, and walked to my car to start the drive home. Yep, it's been a great day. Your votes and feedback are appreciated. Special Delivery The door bell rings and you walk over to answer it. You open the door and a man in his early 40’s is standing there with a package. You look him over and immediately feel at ease as his eyes catch yours and then descend to take in all of your body. You can feel his gaze as it travels down your blouse and you wonder if that pesky button has opened again showing the lacy bra beneath. You dare not look for he’ll catch you. You tense as his eyes travel downward to your flat tummy and the top of your shorts. Down further - oh my god, can he see the beginnings of the wetness you know is already appearing? What is it about him that is causing this reaction in you? You steady yourself as he continues to look, lower and lower. His eyes now search your thighs and you wonder if he can see them quivering? You realize too late that your legs are moving apart. You know it is to make you steadier, but he knows it is your way of letting him know, you are in fact opening your body to him, if you admit it to yourself. You become unnerved by the silence and wish something could be said. The silence is broken by his voice, so comforting and reassuring. Your ears and mind do not work as his words fall meaningless on you. Then as you begin to regain your thoughts his hand is reaching straight toward you. Before you can move or resist the back of his hand brushes your breast as he raises the clipboard for you to sign for the package. Your eyes lift and meet his as his hand moves rhythmically against your breast. Is it intentional or just trying to get your signature? You realize with a sudden shock that his hand is steady and it’s you moving against his hand. He seems not to be embarrassed, but you are a bit. Your hand then reaches out to grasp the pen and you brush against his hand, so strong and yet so soft. Finally your hand works and you sign. He withdraws and senses your disappointment as the touch is broken. You know without looking your nipple is standing firm and tall, and pushing strongly against the lacy bra beneath. Embarrassed, your eyes drop and you find yourself staring directly at his crotch. You are aware that your mouth opens, but you are powerless to stop it as you realize his erection is strong and the bulge is not only obvious, but large. Is it seconds or minutes before you realize you are staring? You do not know, but you are aware when you raise your eyes that he has seen where you were looking, and he is very happy to see you looking there. His smile tells the tale and you feel your face become flushed....... His voice does little to ease you now, but he speaks anyway....asking if you would like to open the box to make sure there is no damage. You nod a yes as you begin to slowly open the small package which has been dented on one side. You notice the name is yours and the address is correct, but you do not notice the return address. Still your fingers work nervously until finally the package renders its contents to you. Blood rushes to your face as the long slender item falls to the floor with a resounding thud. You stare down at the device as it begins to vibrate from the impact. Your body will not work as it moves with a life of its own until it reaches your foot and attempts to climb to the place it will call home much too often. His voice pierces the deafening hum of the device as he states he guesses that it still works. He reaches down to grasp the device for you. He quickly finds the switch and mercifully turns it off. He does not rise but instead studies the device as if seeing it for the first time. His eyes lift to the form standing over him. You realize that from below he can see right up your cropped blouse and see what lies beneath. You can almost hear the mental thoughts going through his head as you finally allow your eyes to move downward. Then they meet his eyes and yours. Can he see the pleading in your eyes? Pleading, but for what? For the earth to open and swallow you up so you do not have to face him - or maybe something else. Then as if a great cloud is lifted, he steadies himself, but does not rise immediately. Instead his hand lands lightly on your leg, right above the ankle. He leaves it there for a moment, waiting for a response from you. Getting nothing he slowly moves his hand up your leg. You tense as the hand moves slowly toward your shin. Still you do not move. You feel his breath as it rises against your knee just as his hand reaches the same point. Your breath rises in your lungs and you do not wish for it to leave you. Your mind is racing. You know you should object as you know this is not right - but is it right for you to go so long without the touch of a man? Is it right for you to be denied such simple pleasures as this man's touch is giving you? So you do nothing. He takes this as a sign and raises his eyes to meet yours, but finds your eyes are closed. You can feel his hot breath now as it approaches your upper thighs. You know he can feel your heat, your desire as it wells up within you. You feel a chill as he blows lightly into your wetness. Can he know what lies beneath your shorts? Can he possibly know the heat which lies just beneath the surface? Does he suspect the total wetness which drips into your lacy panties? Does he know just how much you need to be fucked? The answer is yes, he knows. You struggle to open your eyes and look upon him. The struggle is great but you are almost there, when suddenly you feel his lips as they softly touch your upper thigh. His lips begin to move over the surface of your leg and you can feel your resolve has already been replaced with wanton desire. You need a hard cock and he is willing to give it to you. You feel his hands now as they begin to move your legs further apart. They go willingly as his lips move closer and closer to your heat. Your knees are growing weak, but you still stand as his fingertips move softly against your tummy. The fingers encircle and then gently play with your navel as his lips and tongue continue their assault on your upper thigh. Higher and higher his hand now travels as it comes to rest on the lacy bra. A touch so soft grazes over the cup and you feel your nipple grow even harder. A moan escapes your lips and your body begins to sway in a breeze that only you feel. You notice that he is no longer touching you and your eyes open just in time for him to lift you in his arms and carry you over to the sofa. He eases you down on the surface and immediately moves to your lips. He looks into your eyes and you know this is the last time he will ask. You smile at him as your eyes close. His lips then come down on yours, so soft, so demanding, so firm, and yet so gentle. You feel his tongue as it eases into your mouth and your body responds again. You feel his hand as it moves downward until it comes to rest on your breast, a soft massage as his lips grow more demanding. His hand then leaves your breast for a moment only to rise up again beneath the blouse. His fingers, so skilled flip the front closure and your breasts are released. His fingers move against your breasts for the first time. You yearn to have his lips there, but that will come. You feel his erection now, moving against your leg. You want to feel it in your hand, in your wanting pussy, but also in your mouth. You have never desired this, especially from someone you do not know, but this is different, somehow. His fingers then leave your breast and you moan your desire for him to return there. Then you feel them at work on the fastener and zipper of your shorts. You hear the zipper as it moves down it track and you wish all the clothing between you were gone. His hand is trying to do just that. You feel his fingers as they move along the top of the lacy panties that you know as wet as they can get. His finger dips inside and you automatically raise your hips to try and get his finger inside you. But every time you move, he retreats. Such is the way of the teasing man. Back and forth his finger goes and with each thrust of yours comes a withdrawal of his. Then as frustration is about to set in, he does not move back and your thrust is met with an equally desperate counterthrust. His fingers move over your clit and you are almost overcome with pleasure. After a couple more thrusts he stops, and rises above you. He smiles down at you and works the buttons of your blouse. They are released and then he immediately goes to your shorts. He grasps the sides and you raise your hips. Off they come along with your wet panties. You are almost embarrassed by the wetness. But he smiles and brings the wet garment to his nose. He breathes deeply taking in the entire aroma. He then shocks you by placing the wettest part, the crotch, into his mouth and sucks the nectar into his mouth. His eyes have you locked and he moves to his full height as he releases his own clasp and pulls his zipper down. His fingers move into the top and he lowers his pants to the floor. You can not help but stare as his cock stands straight out from his body. It looks so large, so much bigger than the man who has left you wanting earlier this very day. He is so thick and long, with a large purplish head topping the shaft. Your mouth opens automatically, but he has other ideas for right now. He drops to his knees and moves closer. You feel you wetness spread as it seems to want to suck this monster inside you. He moves closer and you can see the tip of his cock and a large drip of pre-cum as it hangs on the end. He grasps his shaft and pushes forward. He uses the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum around the entrance to your wanting pussy. You want to lung forward and take it all in, but fear he will pull back like he did before - so you restrain yourself. Then to your surprise he begins to push himself into you. The sound and the feel are tremendous as he fills you like no other ever has. Slowly he pushes against you as your lips spread wider and wider still trying to admit all of him. You hear a guttural moan and realize it is you as he has reached his final point of insertion. Then as if by magic he begins to withdraw. Your lips grasp him firmly, not willing to give up so easily the prize you have been given. You react as your hands reach out and take hold of his arms and you try in vain to pull him back in. The effort is wasted as he easily continues to withdraw. You feel the head of his shaft as it nears your entrance and a cry of utter dismay spills forth from your mouth. He in turn brings his finger to your soft lips to make you fall silent. Then as if by some miracle he begins to push forward again. Only this time the resistance is less and the speed is increased. Further and further he plunges until you feel his pubic area touch your own. You know he is as deep as he can go and this time when he withdraws you do not attempt to hold him within you, at least not intentionally. Still your soft wetness clings to his every stroke. In and back out only to repeat time and time again and again. Finally he is pistoning into you and with each thrust you feel his sack slap you on the ass. The beginning is a loud and resounding smack, but as he continues the sound all but disappears. You wonder why as he is pounding your sweet pussy like never before. Your own feelings are growing and as he pushes harder and harder you find your legs encircling him and pulling him into you with greater and greater force. Then the moment hits you. Your feelings are on the rise and your orgasm is growing closer and closer. He seems to sense the impending explosion and begins to really pound you even harder than before. Then you feel it, his size, while impressive before, is growing inside you and you lips grasp him like you never wish for him to part. Just then he whispers into your ear that he is about to cum and you realize that you are nearly there as well. Your hips rise as he grasps your waist and begins to drive into you like a man possessed. Finally it happens. He stops and then with a mighty thrust he erupts inside your pussy. The spurts can be felt throughout your body and the threshold you were at is crossed as your own body is caught up in the throngs of orgasmic release. His fluid jettisons into you and your own fluid meets his with a resounding slosh. Still he pumps and still you ride your own orgasm until finally a scream emits from your mouth like none you have ever heard before. The first time is always the best as your body rolls into a multiple orgasm for the first time in your life. A roller coaster of desire and passion is spent within moments and finally he releases you. Your body slides back to the sofa and he slowly withdraws his softening member. You can not resist a smile as you look below and see your pussy, better yet, you see your cunt standing open and pulsing with a life of its own. Your finger touches your clit and the feeling is one of utter joy. Then you look over at him and he is already rising. After all he has other packages to deliver. No words are spoken, none are needed as he adjusts himself and goes to the door. He turns and smiles as he lets himself out. You lay there, your legs spread wide and your cunt throbbing as you casually stroke your clit. A smile comes to your face as you look over at the package he just delivered. You pick up the phone and call the delivery company. Yes, the package was received in poor condition and you want to send it back. Yes, tomorrow around 11:00 would be a great time for the pick up. Thank you as you smile and hang up the phone. Yes indeed, you can hardly wait. Special Delivery Postmaster Brad Arnold looked at his watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Only forty-five minutes until he could close the front window and get out of the stifling post office. He had been through more than his usual crap for any day, but for a Friday, it was even worse. The air conditioner had quit just after lunch, the hottest hours of the day, and his small office in the back felt like a sauna. Sweat was dripping from every pore, screaming to be let free of the confining uniform and tie he was forced to wear. He looked at his watch again. Forty minutes to go. Of course, with the heat and humidity, there hadn't been many customers, and the ones who had braved the heat, only stayed for a minute when they didn't feel the usual relief from the air conditioner. But, the sign on the front window read "Close at Five" and postal regulations dictate that he stay open even if he was the only one left in the entire city. Thirty minutes. Can time go any slower? To keep his mind off the heat, he began to clean up the counter area. His back was to the front door when he heard it open. Cursing to himself, he went to help the person who would undoubtedly keep him past closing. "May I help you?" He said automatically, not bothering to look up. He neither wanted to help or even cared. He just wanted to go home and get into a cool shower. "I need to mail this package." A voice like smooth silk came from behind a large carton. He took the box and placed it on the scale, not bothering to look up. He made the calculations and turned back to the customer. "Would you like that to go first class or..." He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw the vaguely familiar face which had been previously concealed. In the five years he had been Postmaster of the little small town office, he had come to know just about everyone by name and although he recognized her, he was sure she wasn't a regular, nor a summer resident. He would have definitely remembered every detail about this woman. Her eyes were deep blue, not unlike the color of the lake just outside the office. Her long, flowing red hair appeared to glow even brighter with the sun beaming in from the window. And no one he knew would ever be caught dead wearing a suit in the middle of a hot, humid summer day. He couldn't help but notice the way her blouse clung like a veil against her voluptuous breasts. No one he knew wore clothes like that, Yes, he knew he'd never seen her in his post office before, but something about her was definitely familiar. "Hello, Brad." She grinned wickedly. "You don't remember me, do you?" She leaned over the counter, fully aware of the view she was revealing. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone and when she leaned over the counter, the rest of them were just barely keeping her from violating several federal regulations. "You look familiar...." he started, fully aware that the temperature in the office had spiked a few degrees. "About twenty years ago, I spent a summer working in the post office. My two months of hell between classes at college." His mind suddenly recalled a scrawny college kid, slumming with the working class for the summer before heading back to Princeton. He hadn't really paid much attention to her, but he did remember how some of the other guys had acted towards a young female in their ranks. And although at the time he had tried to help her, after two months he was not surprised that she'd quit. It was not a pleasant memory. "Julie? Julie Russell?" How did you end up here?" "To be honest, I was looking for you. I'd heard you'd gotten promoted and I came all this way to thank you for being a decent person when those other jerks were making a good case for sexual harassment. Want to give me a tour?" Julie Russell, he thought. If she had looked this good back then, he would have been the first one in line to get called up on charges. "Sure. I'm closing up in.." he looked at his watch, "...twenty minutes. Plenty of time for a quickie, he thought quick tour." He opened the side door and she followed him. He pointed out the various areas he thought might interest her, but her attentions were totally focussed on him. They made the rounds in less than five minutes and returned to the front counter. "Well, that's the whole tour. It's not much, but I call it home." " Oh, there's a lot more here than you think." She turned to face him. Her eyes sent beams of heat straight to his groin. She bit her bottom lip before she spoke. "Ya know, I never did thank you properly for your help." She moved closer, her hands finding the belt buckle on his uniform. He didn't move. "I really didn't do anything..." he stammered, trying to keep one eye on the front door, praying that the minute hand would hit twelve before her hand reached his six. "Those guys were all jerks..I.." his voice caught in his throat as she unzipped his pants and found what she'd been fishing for. She got down on her knees and backed up so that she was hidden under the counter. Totally hidden from view, she freed his penis from the confines of his uniform, put her mouth around the tip of his cock and began lightly licking. She heard the front door open and tried to suppress a giggle as her month began to suck gently on his now very erect cock. She was amazed at his calm as she heard him give the customer change. She heard the door close and grabbed the back of his ass forcing him in and out of her mouth, her tongue traveling the length of him, her soft sucking becoming harder and more demanding. He reached behind her head with one hand, taking total control, but never breaking her rhythm. He glanced at the clock. Ten to five. Fuck the time, he thought as he lowered the window with his free hand. Less than three seconds later, his sweet, thick liquid erupted into her hungry mouth. She stood up and slowly licked his cum off her fingers. "Are we alone, now?" "Totally." He could barely get the word out. She took her finger from her mouth and put it into his. He sucked on it as she had on him. His hands moved to her skirt. He slid a finger up one leg and into her soaked panties. He found her clit, already hard and inviting and deftly rubbed it between his fingers. He heard her moan softly as her breathing became deeper and more erratic. He moved slightly faster, putting two fingers deep inside of her. He felt her shudder as the first small orgasmic wave flooded over his fingers. "Where do you keep the mail bags?" she gasped. "In the back, why?" "I want you to take me in the mail room. That's what all those other guys tried to do, and I never let them. You help keep them away from me, so now you're getting your reward." He led her into the back room. She took one of the bags of mail, opened it, and tossed the contents onto the floor. She did the same to two other bags until there was a mattress of letters, postcards and magazines. "Whatever you want." She whispered in his ear, as she pulled off her panties and skirt and lay back on the pile of mail. She was wet and waiting as he entered her easily. She tossed off her shirt, her nipples hard and inviting. His mouth sucked on one while his fingers played with the other. A small scream escaped her throat as she moved her hips against him, forcing him deeper inside her. He felt her muscles contract around him, threatening to eject him from the warmth of her dark heaven. He took control, forcing her to slow the rhythm, to make the pleasure last. He watched her eyes, daring, challenging, begging him for the ultimate release that he knew she wanted, but he was determined to take her in his own way and his own time. "You are a bastard." She whispered. He responded by quickening the pace. She met him each time by pulling him deeper inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his back and lifted her hips to meet his. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and increased the intensity. He felt her orgasmic juices flood over him and onto the mail. He held his own orgasm until he felt her body trembling with pleasure. When he came, she grabbed him with the strength of her own ecstasy until they both totally soaked the papers that lay beneath them. "Someone is going to have a hard time reading their mail." She grinned wickedly. "Hey, blame it on the weather. Maybe now, they'll fix the damn air conditioner!" He smiled back at her, knowing he would have some explaining to do the next day, and not caring one tiny bit. She got up on shaky legs and began getting dressed. "I've waited twenty years for that." "Was it worth it?" He thought he already knew the answer, but she surprised him. "I'll let ya know." She gave him a mysterious grin, kissed him lightly on the cheek and disappeared out the back door. Three weeks later, a brand new central air conditioning system was installed in Postmaster Brad Arnold's office courtesy of the United States Postal Service. That same day, he also received a large envelope stamped with the official seal of the Postmaster General, Washington, D.C. Inside was a certificate that read: Special Accommodation for Outstanding Service is Hereby Presented to Postmaster Brad Arnold for Exemplary Service in his duties as Postmaster for the United States Postal Service. The accompanying letter also congratulated Brad on achieving the highest rating in the nation for customer service; 99.5, only a half point short of a perfect score. The letter was signed by the Postmaster General and co-signed by the Vice-President of US Postal Customer Relations: Julie Russell. Stuck to the bottom of the letter was a little hot pink post-it note on which was written in a very delicate handwriting: Next time, don't close before five. JR. Special Delivery I was having a fabulous time sitting in front of the back windows masturbating when the doorbell rang. "Damn! Who the hell can that be?" I cried out. Wrapped my silk robe around my warm skin, sniffed my juicy fingers and headed for the front door. I was pissed! The door opened with a whoosh and blew the robe open slightly just below my pussy. There, on my porch step stood the UPS guy and he had a package in one hand and a clipboard in the other. As his eyes scanned me, he grew a plank between his legs too. He looked away, and then cleared his throat. Finally getting up the courage to face me once again, he said, "Sorry to disturb you, ma'am! I have a delivery here for a Ms Jordan Wolf! Is she home?" "Yes, that would be me," I smiled demurely and held out my hand to receive the package. "Well, it's a bit heavy, ma'am, would you like me to set it inside the house?" his face blushed. "Oh thank you, that would be nice, " I replied and stepped back so that he could get through the door. The package was rather large and seemed to be a bit heavy. He sat it next to the front door. "Would you like a coke or some coffee before you continue on your way?" I asked him. "Gee thanks, ma'am I sure could use a cool glass of water! It's off-ly hot out there and a bit warm in here," he said looking at my breasts. "If it's not a problem, I'd love something cool to drink." "No problem at all," I told him as I sashayed past him, opened the refrigerator and took out a cold beer and a bottle of water. "You want a beer or a bottle of water?" I asked smiling at him fumbling with the box. "Wow! A beer would be great, but I'm still working and I don't want to lose my job. I should have the water!" I handed him the bottle of cold water and he stripped the top off it and guzzled it down. Then he wiped his mouth on his forearm. "Mmmmm, that hit the spot, ma'am, thank you for your kindness," he licked his lips savoring the refreshing liquid. I headed for the front door, and his arm accidentally brushed against my thigh as I passed. I turned and smiled at him. His face turned red. "Sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to touch you!" "So am I, I think that would be a pleasant thing!" I smiled. "Little warm in here isn't?" he asked as he looked around to see if there was anyone else in the house. "Yeah, it is. That's why I'm walking around with just this light robe on. I wouldn't have it on if you hadn't rang my doorbell!" I teased. "Oh, sorry ma'am; I didn't mean to disturb you!" he apologized. "No reason for you to apologize for doing your job. You didn't know I was in here half clothed," I teased him. "You're right, ma'am, I didn't know that until you opened the door. And I'm glad that you did open it!" he blushed. "Oh, really? And why is that," I flirted. "Well, ma'am, a blind man would see your beauty! You are kind and caring." he quickly covered his compliment. Changing the subject, I asked, "So what's in the box? It's pretty large!" "Well, ma'am, I have no idea. It is addressed to you, if you're Ms Jordan Wolf. "That's me, but I wasn't expecting anything," I ran a finger slowly across my lips and smiled. "Would you mind helping me get it in the house? And probably finding a place for it?" "That would be my pleasure, ma'am!" he handed me the glass he was drinking from and went to the door to pick up the heavy box. He strained as he pulled it into the hallway. "Will this do, ma'am?" "Yes, that's good enough for now. Do you think I can drag it into the spare bedroom after you leave?" I asked. "Oh, I'm sure that you can," he replied. "It's not that heavy." As I watched him maneuver the box, my pussy started filling with fluids and my clit cried out for attention. I had almost decided not to have any interaction with him other than what had already transpired. But it was too late now. My pussy was screaming for him and he seemed harmless enough. He had soft green eyes and a dynamite smile. But then, don't all killers look good at first? Effortlessly, he slid the cardboard box into the hall. "Is there a card or a return address on the box?" I asked. "No, ma'am, I'm afraid not. Not even on the routing slip." "Well, it must be from a secret admirer then," I whispered as I tried to figure out who might send such a gift. The delivery man started to leave and I called him back, "Wait, I haven't even given you a tip for delivering the package." "Oh, that's not necessary ma'am, I'm just doing my job." his eyes wandered to my breast. "But, I insist..." I protested. "I can't take your money, ma'am!" he looked at me wishfully then turned to go. "Wait," I called after him. He turned back to me and asked, "Did I forget something, ma'am?" "Yes, I have another tip for you," I smiled devilishly. He titled his head and asked, "What's that ma'am?" I loosened the sash around my robe and let the silk slip slowly off my body. The deliveryman stood before me, his mouth agape and his eyes glazed over. "They can't track this type of tip," I cooed. He licked his lips and shook his head, "No ma'am, they can't track that kind of tip," as he walked toward me. When he was within a foot of me he reached out and touched the hard nipple that greeted his touch. A chill ran down my spine. My breath caught at his skin on mine. "You have really soft skin, ma'am," he whispered hoping no one would here him. "My skin likes your touch," I respond. Then I took his hand and guided it down my belly into the wetness between my legs. I watched, as the bulge in his tight khakis grew larger. Slowly, he licked his lips. Then he pressed them to mine. His hardness pressing on my belly excited me even more. I had always dreamed of sex with a complete stranger. I hadn't even asked his name. I knew I'd never see him again. Taking his hand I lead him to the bedroom, around the large box that sat in the hall. Pulling the sash of my robe, I let it slip off my arms; it fell silently to the floor. I stood before him, my skin cool in the air-conditioned room. The deliveryman didn't move a finger. He stood before me and just looked at my body. A smile crossed his face. His dick stood at attention still imprisoned by his heavy denim pants. I walked up to him and began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly so as to tease him. He stood as a palace guard. Even his expression remained unrevealing. Only his sex tool belied his desires. Slipping off the heavy shirt, I threw it on the floor. Then I fumbled with the button that held the pants on him. It was difficult, but I finally freed his skin form the clothes. He stood there, pants around his ankles, socks and shoes still on his feet. Now a dilemma ... how to get the pants off over the shoes. "Lift up your left foot so I can get your shoe off," I directed him. He did so and I was able to get the shoe off and then we did the other leg. Unclothed, he stood there, awaiting my instruction. "Would you like to join me on the bed?" I whispered. He blushed, and then a smile crossed his face. "I would love to join you ... anywhere." Following me to the bed, he held my hand to assist my climb onto the mattress. Then he climbed on beside me. He tentatively, touched my bare skin, and I ran my fingers through the thick dark hair on his broad chest. He bent to kiss me, "You smell so sweet... like vanilla," he whispered in my ear. "I could just eat you up!" "Ohhhh, please do!" I spread my legs wide and he knelled between them. His tongue lapped at my erect clit and a shot of lightening ran down my legs. "Mmmmmm, you have a great tongue! Take your time and do whatever you want!" I whispered and lay back on the mounds of pillows. His prick bounced up and down as his tongue lapped at my Venus garden. Fire ran up my belly and I relaxed and let him pleasure me. "Fuck me, baby! I need a good cock!" I cried and pulled him on top of me. He thrust his thick penis deep into my liquid pussy. His motions were deep and rough. "I want to play wild and wicked! Will you play with me? I'll drive you crazy!" "That, ma'am sounds like a proposition that I can't turn down." It was the best fuck I had had in many months. He spilled his warm seed deep into my cunt and then rolled me over and did me doggy style and his prick penetrated so deep that he found my erogenous zone. His fingers played with my clit while fire trickled down my legs and grew deep in my belly. He pinched my nipples playfully and the grew harder and fuller. I cried out, "That's it baby! Fuck me good! Get that cock deep in me! Oh yeah, that's the way I like it baby." The more I talked to him the harder he fucked me. Then he turned over and rolled me on top of him. I straddled him and with one leg on the floor rode him as if he were a bucking bronco. His dick penetrated me deeper than before and I rubbed my clit as his hands moved my body up and down in his stiff pole. My orgasms were so deep that I nearly fell off his prick and the bed. My body shook and my tits bounced up and down as he pinched my erect clit. Throwing me off him and straddling me, he crawled up to my chest and lapped at my mounds, their hard nipples begging for attention. The sucking drove me crazy, his fingers gingerly played with my clit as his tongue lapped at my mammaries. Kneeling across my shoulders, he stroked his long dick. I saw a drop of cum glistening there and I wanted to lick it off. He took his dong in his hand led it to my mouth. I flicked my tongue at the head of his dick; it's head teased me at first and then he slipped it into my mouth and I tasted the salty precum. My pussy exploded with desire. And I sucked in the heart shaped head, swallowing it as deeply as I could with out cutting off my air. Within minutes, he blew his wad deep into my throat. His body shivered with excitement and as he fell backward my mouth sucked him harder, then released him as he rolled off of me breast. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. "That was fantastic!" he breathed heavily. His dick started to shrink and I sucked it back into my mouth. He shivered and sighed, "Oh, you do that so good!" Soon, the deep breathing of sleep filled the cooling air. I looked outside and saw the deep reds and gold's of sunset. The afternoon had flown by with our passion. With a jerk, my deliveryman awoke. He looked around, dazed, not knowing where he was. Seeing me he smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. How long have I been out?" "Not long, maybe fifteen minutes," I replied. "The sun's going down. Night will be here soon." He glanced out the window then shot out of the bed. "I need to get back to the post office! They're going to be looking for me. Man! I think I messed up!" "Tell them that your last delivery had some problems you had to straighten out," I giggled. "Yeah, they'll buy that won't they?" he grimaced. Rolling off the bed, he pulled on his pants then slipped into his shoes as he buttoned his shirt. "Do you want me to move the box out of the hallway?" "No, I'm sure I can handle it now. Thank you though. After he left, I got a knife and started opening the large box. It was heavy and hard for me to maneuver. I got a large knife from the kitchen and cut the lid off. I was shocked, when out of the heavy box jumped my boyfriend. "Whew! It was hot in there! " He cried. "What took you so long?" "Well, the delivery man had some problems with the paper work, and he just left about twenty minutes ago." Fortunately for me, the box was made of thick reinforced heavy cardboard and evidently it was thick enough that he hadn't heard the conversations between the deliveryman and me. "Gosh, I've missed you," he said. "And I'm so horny I could fuck a duck but your pretty pussy will do just fine!" His lips covered my mouth and his tongue jutted deep into my throat. He looked up at me and smiled, "I could sure use one of those sweet blow jobs you do so well." I held my hand out to him and led him to the bedroom. He didn't even notice the disarray of the bed sheets. He just stripped off his clothes and my silk robe. He lay me on the soiled sheets, his mouth went to my still cum filled pussy and he sucked and licked me for the next half hour. My body vibrated with joy and the pleasures he bestowed on me. Then he rolled over and I sucked his thick cock into my mouth. With his explosion, came the expected deep breathing... I masturbated, then lay close to his warm body and fell asleep myself. Special Delivery As a teenager delivering pizza, I'd heard all the 'stories', which for the most part was all they were; about the delivery boys showing up at someone's door only to be met by a young, attractive, very naked woman. In the short period of time that I actually delivered pizza, I never once experienced anything even remotely close to something like that. Years later, now working as a postal carrier, I'd heard the urban legends of the same type of stories, though usually on a much grander scale. Once again, during the five-year period that I spent delivering the mail, I never once encountered any such thing. Oh sure, I'd seen a few scantily clad women working out in their yards, some of which even made an effort to say hello, greeting me warmly as I handed them their mail. But the truth was, I never saw a naked woman, even in passing. Nor did anyone really flirt, or proposition me as I concluded my appointed rounds. "Neither rain, nor sleet nor snow....nor a sexy, bare-assed naked beauty will keep me from my appointed rounds." I mused to myself as I enjoyed a beautifully warm summer day delivering the mail. I'd recently been given a new route as the regular guy had retired. In a way, it was almost like being given a promotion, as it was a much easier route to deliver than those I had been doing. It was also in a much higher classed, upper neighborhood where everyone seemed to own BMW's, Jaguars, or Cadillac's. I'd only been delivering this new area for a couple of weeks, just getting familiarized with everything when I had my very first 'experience', though some might say it really didn't count. The way I figured it though, anything that resulted in my seeing something I wasn't supposed to, counted. Even if it wasn't a direct come-on or "urban legend" flirtation. Nearing the end of my day's deliveries, I had one last grouping of homes to deliver to. Parking my delivery van at the bottom of the street as I always did, I'd make my way up the long circular row of expensive homes, eventually working my way back to the van where I'd usually end my day well within the allotted time given me to have done so. Just as I reached the halfway point in this semi-circular delivery, I'd started up the rather long walk towards the porch of a home that would easily have fit three of mine inside it. Two fairly tall hedgerows framed either side of the walkway as I approached. Because of that, I was totally unaware that anyone was working outside in the yard until I reached the mailbox near the door. Obviously, 'she' heard me as I passed by, standing up, addressing me as I did. Startled slightly, I spun towards the sound of her voice, dropping a couple of the catalogs I'd been carrying. "Oh god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" she said apologetically. She was tall for a woman, taller than I was anyway by a couple of inches or so. She had long brown hair, though at the moment it was all twisted into a knot on top of her head. Almost immediately I took in the fact that she was wearing a pair of Levi short's that had been purposely cut, almost a little too short, revealing a pair of very long, shapely legs. But it was her bountiful breasts that I really had trouble keeping my eyes off of. She wore a loose fitting blouse, obviously something she felt comfortable wearing while working out in the yard. With one more button undone than was probably necessary, exposing a great deal of rather tempting cleavage. I wondered briefly if it had come undone by itself, with her unaware that had. Or...that she for whatever reason, enjoyed purposely showing off those magnificent full breasts. I decided on the latter. I laughed at her comment to me. "No problem. It's the dogs sneaking up on me from behind that I have to worry about. Not the women." Somehow that didn't come out the way I'd intended it to. She laughed causing me to blush slightly. As she did, I saw one of the magazine's I had dropped, suddenly flipping a bunch of pages as a mild breeze blew through it. Several of those loose post-card things suddenly began tumbling out and blowing across the yard. As I stooped over to retrieve them along with the magazine, she did the same. When she did, I got my very first "this one counts" view down her blouse at those lovely breasts. Braless, those twin beauties hung there briefly before my eyes. Gazing at those soft slopes, each capped with a slightly darker patch of skin hinting at even more lovely looking nipples, I had to force myself to look away in an effort to actually retrieve the magazines. When I did, I caught her looking at me. She had to have known what I'd been looking at as I felt my face redden even more deeply. Having somehow snared the magazine, I automatically held it out to her. Looking at it as I did, she let out a brief laugh. Flustered enough as it was, I looked at it myself and saw that it was opened to a rather racy advertisement of a woman standing there wearing a sheer, lacy bra. About all I could do was look stupid and grin. "Thank you," she said taking it from me. "Sure is a hot one isn't it?" I was still looking at the advertisement. "Yeah...I guess you could say that," I replied, realizing she was talking about the weather and not the photo I'd been staring at. She laughed, this time making it obvious that she knew I hadn't been discussing the weather. "It is amazing how far they've come in advertising. It hasn't been that long since they couldn't even show a woman wearing a bra on TV." Feeling foolish, I continued to look stupid, still grinning. That, and glance towards her breasts as I did. Another button had come undone, and now I could see the edge of one of those dark nipples's winking at me. "Well, I'd better get going," I said nervously beginning to turn away. "Sure you wouldn't like something cold to drink first?" she offered. I had a cold bottle of water waiting for me back in the van. I watched as she removed a handkerchief from her back pocket, using it to dab at the glistening sheen of perspiration that had gathered between her breasts. "I need to finish my route first," I told her evasively, having no intention of returning. I was forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. At worst, it would take me another fifteen minutes to finish. She smiled, her breasts heaved with each breath, even they seemed to be smiling at me. "By the way...my names Samantha, though everyone calls me Sam." "Nice to meet you Samantha...Sam," I corrected. "Call me Brian". I remembered looking at her mail. Everything had been addressed to an "S. Davis". I wondered if the "S" stood for "Samantha, or Sam". "I'm recently divorced," she said, answering my unasked question. "I'm sorry." "Don't be...he was a real shit. He got what he deserved," she added with a wicked smile on her face. "That's what I got for being a good little wife. Well...no more," she said with finality in her voice, though I considered her comment, wondering if there was some hidden meaning behind it. "You like iced tea? Lemonade?" "Either one would be great," I told her, though I was thinking I might need something a little stronger, like a Long Island iced tea as nervous as I was feeling at the moment. "See you in a few then?" she questioned, pressing for my commitment. "Sure. I'll be back just as soon as I can finish up." "Good. Just come around back," Sam told me. "I'll be out on the patio with our drinks." Glancing at my watch, I literally sprinted the remainder of my deliveries, finishing in record-breaking time. I felt a little silly pulling my mail truck into her driveway, but figured I wouldn't be there all that long. And anyone seeing it parked there would merely assume I was making a special delivery of some sort. Walking around back as she'd instructed me to do, I was surprised to see her waiting for me. Not that she was, but that she had changed clothes, now wearing an even more revealing bikini. The fact that there was a beautiful, rather large pool didn't make seeing her in that attire any easier. I felt awkward as hell, especially sitting next to her in my Postal Carrier uniform. "Would you like to go for a swim?" she asked. I was tempted. Tempted as hell. And even not having any swim trunks obviously, didn't register with me at the time. "Ah...no thanks. Maybe another time," I replied sheepishly. "Was she coming on to me? Or was she simply being nice?" I thought silently. At the moment, I really had no idea for sure what she was doing. She asked me about myself. How long had I been at the Post Office? Did I like it? Was I married? Any kids etc. I answered all of her questions truthfully; surprised she seemed genuinely interested in me. "Coming up on six years now," I said. "Some days better than others." I'd said smiling. "No...not married, though I had been engaged once." Which basically answered the kids question without really responding. Sam shifted in her chair, extending her legs a little. The movement of which drew my attention to them briefly of course. As she did, I saw the material of her bikini bottoms tightly clinging to her crotch, outlining in ways that made all rationalization of what I was staring at seem unimportant. Clearly outlined, wonderfully defined, her neither lips looked puffy, swollen...forming a perfect 'V' with the briefest outline of her pubic hair pressing against the thin material of her bright red bikini bottoms. I had hardly touched my drink really. She'd made iced tea. I hated iced tea, but wasn't about to tell her that. "It really is a hot one?" Isn't it?" Sam said standing up. My eyes followed her movement as she walked over towards the pool. "Sure you don't care to join me?" she asked almost teasingly. I smiled, nodding my head "no". I expected that she would in all likelihood walk around to the other side of the pool at the far end where the diving board was. Which she did. I sat there preparing to watch her, secretly admiring those sun-tanned, incredibly long legs and that heart-shaped ass, made even more so by the bright red material of her swim wear. What I didn't expect, now watching, as she reached around behind herself, undoing the bikini top still heading towards the diving board. Sam nonchalantly tossed it off to one side. Though I couldn't as yet see her breasts, I knew that momentarily, I was about to. The thought of which caused my cock to lurch excitedly inside my pants. Sam wasn't through shocking me though. When she reached the end of the pool, finally turning, allowing me to see those twin treasures, she once again stopped before climbing the three-step ladder to the board. Bending over, she shimmied out of the bottoms, tossing them somewhere behind her, and then stepped up onto the diving board. I took a rather long pull on the iced tea, not even tasting it as I sat there staring at her. She 'posed' momentarily on the end of the board, bouncing slightly, which in turn bounced her tits wonderfully. "I hate wearing a wet suit," she informed me, calling out to me across the length of the yard as though that explained everything. "Why bother even wearing one?" I asked myself, continuing to see her testing the bounce on the board, which in turn allowed me to enjoy the bounce of her chest once again. Satisfied, she took a few steps backwards, stopped, running forward, hitting the end of the board perfectly. For a brief moment, she hung suspended mid-air, looking much like a beautiful bird having just taken flight, now spreading her wings. As gravity took over, she descended into the pool making hardly a ripple as she entered the water. Just seeing her incredibly beautiful nude form slicing through water the way she did was breathtaking in itself. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood and was clapping as she swam over towards my end of the pool. "That was incredible!" I exclaimed as I offered her my hand, helping her up and out of the water. She took it, smiling at me. "Thank you. I used to be on the diving team in college," she informed me. "Though it has been a few years since I was." "Could have fooled me," I told her. "You did that perfectly." I was still holding her hand even though she had stepped completely out of the pool by this time. Glancing over towards the table, I followed her gaze, realizing she was looking at the folded towels she had placed there. I let go of her hand as she walked towards it, picking one of them up and began drying her hair. I was somewhat surprised she hadn't used one in which to cover herself with. Not wanting to appear too obvious about my looking at her, I quickly made my way back to my seat and my near empty glass of iced tea. "Would you like another?" she asked. "Ah...sure." "Why don't you follow me inside while I make some more then?" she asked, turning, heading back inside the house without waiting for a response from me. Without a further word, I obediently did so. Watching that gorgeous naked ass as she entered the house reminded me that I was "aroused", and I quickly glanced down, horrified to discover not only a very obvious bulge protruding from in front of my slacks, but an equally obvious 'wet-spot' pointing directly to the accusing area. "Fuck!" I said softly, catching myself, wondering as I did if I'd said it a little too loudly. And I had. "Something wrong?" I thought I detected a hint of a snicker in her tone of voice as I hurriedly caught up to her, placing myself purposely behind the counter as she walked around the opposite side of it finally facing me. Not knowing what else to say to even attempt to hide the obvious...I lied. "I must have spilled some of my iced-tea," I told her feeling my face turning crimson. Knowing full well where the supposed spill was, I watched in abject horror, mixed with a little nervous delight as Sam raised herself up on the counter, bracing her arms, pushing upwards to peer over the edge of it down towards me. She was grinning of course. Which didn't help matters. Though seeing those near perfect breasts suddenly swaying too and froe in front of me helped a little. "How bad?" she questioned, looking. "Not real bad...I'll live," I said glibly. "Maybe you'd better take them off so I can rinse them out before they stain," she said seriously. "Tea stains are a lot harder to get out than people realize. Though other types of stains are no problem at all," she said looking at me directly a hint of a knowing smile spreading across her face. "Did she know? Was I that stupid to think that she didn't?" "No really...I'll be fine," I countered. Samantha however procured a clean washcloth, immediately wetting it and then coming from around her side of the counter. "Well at least let me rub it a little." "What did you say?" I half stammered. "Rub the spot out a little," she completed, just then reaching me. Before I could even say another word in protest, she was dabbing at the spot in a circular motion with the cloth. "This should help." "Yeah...help make it worse." I said to myself. Which of course it did. The 'spot' not only got bigger as she applied tap water to it, but so did the bulge in my pants. "Really...you should let me remove these." Almost immediately, she began doing so before I could respond. Somehow I'd swallowed my tongue. As I felt her undoing my belt buckle, unzipping my pants, my erection sprang free like a cobra preparing to strike. "Oh god!" I exclaimed in embarrassment. "Well! What do we have here?" I heard her ask. But before I could say anything, I felt her velvet mouth suddenly encompass my shaft. In one fluid motion, Sam engulfed me, drawing my hot-throbbing prick deeply between those smoothly sucking lips. I felt her hand cupping my balls, kneading them as softly as bread-dough as she fondled me, sucking me simultaneously. I next heard her giggle around my cock as my knees buckled. "Would you like to come with me?" she asked. Once again I wondered if I'd heard her right. Though at this point it really wouldn't have made any difference either way. As it was, I merely nodded my head yes to whichever question she'd actually asked me. Standing up, releasing my prick with her mouth, she exchanged it for her hand however, leading me down the hall towards what I could only suppose was her bedroom. Which it was of course. Sam crawled up into the spacious four-poster bed, beckoning to me. "Why don't you take off your clothes?" she mewed suggestively. And of course, I did that too. In seconds, I was beside her on the bed where we found ourselves in a side by side, '69' position. As her mouth once again claimed my penis and began teasing it with tiny little nips and suckings, I probed her equally wet glistening split with the tip of my tongue, hearing a very satisfied moan as it escaped her lips, caressing my prick while I in turn tickled her clit with my tongue, amazed at how slick and juicy she was. Capturing her clit with my lips, sucking it like an extended nipple, I placed my finger between the lips of her femininity, feeling them adhere to it, sticking to it like glue. Her nectar was not only sweet to the taste, but frothy rich as my finger played in it, causing erotic, sensual squishy sounds to begin emanating from between her lips. I probed her with my index finger, feeling her quim sucking my finger inside, like her mouth was currently doing to my prick. Her juices continued to flow freely, running down the inside of her thigh, soaking not only my face, but the sheets beneath us. Soon, her ass was smeared in this rich coating and I began to gently toy with the tiny puckered opening I found there. Tentatively at first, "testing the waters" so to speak, I then included my middle finger as I pressed it gingerly against that opening. I felt her stiffen slightly as she became aware of my explorations. The fact that she didn't warn me off, allowing me my 'play', I continued. "Oh god...that feels good," she moaned softly around my cock. "I'll say," I said simply, the flat of my tongue still probing inside her. What she was doing to my prick had forced me to concentrate more fully on what I was doing. The sensation of her lips as she licked, sucked, and caressed my straining shaft was driving me insane with desire and lust for this woman. A moment later I felt my middle finger slip easily inside her up to the first knuckle. I remained there, teasing the inside of her ass, sucking her clit even more urgently than I had been until I felt her tiny contraction relax slightly. When it did, I pressed inside her a little deeper until my entire middle finger slid inside the opening of her ass. Here, I left it, unmoving for a moment until she could again find herself becoming used to the unexpected intrusion of her virginal ass. Now I probed her pussy more deeply, more exploratory with my index finger until the sensation of having two fingers situated side by side, separated by only the thinnest membrane of tissue, finally registered within her mind. "Oh fuck...that feels nice!" I grinned, licking her clit, sucking it as my fingers began to dance together in perfect harmony with one another. I felt Samantha tense, but it wasn't a concerned tenseness that seized her, but one of mind-blowing surprise and wonder at the sensation that now accosted her as I began my double fingering of both openings simultaneously. "Oh Brian! Brian! Please...Oh God, please don't stop!" she urged me passionately. I wasn't about to of course; I could feel her pussy suddenly liquefy even more than it had been already. The fact that her orgasm was upon her before she'd anticipated it to be was a pleasured surprise...for both of us. "Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she repeated over and over again. I felt both her cunt, and anal muscles contract as her orgasm ripped through her. As her cry of ecstasy came, I had also captured her clit with my lips, sucking it furiously. Samantha froze as though solid, her back arched, her knees locked as she clenched in a massive seizure of petrified joy. Special Delivery Having obviously released me, I continued to softly stroke her until the shivers finally played themselves out. Only then did I change positions, moving around behind her, 'spooning' her from behind. As she melted like butter against me, I continued caressing her breasts, toying with her still aroused nipples. My cock, rock hard, pressed itself against her exquisite ass. "What the fuck did you do to me?" she groaned contentedly. "I don't think I'll be able to move for a week!" she added contentedly. As we lay there together for several long, precious moments, basking in the afterglow of her pleasure, I felt her part her legs slightly, reaching down, grasping my prick. Placing it at the opening of her very wet, very succulent opening, I felt the head of my cock slide inside her as she moved back against me. "Make love to me Brian," she near whispered. "Please...I want to feel you inside me." # At the sound of the phone ringing I opened my eyes. Staring briefly out the windshield of my mail truck, I glanced at my watch, answering as I did. "Yeah?" "You awake?" I heard Larry asking. "Yeah...I'm awake." Larry was my best friend and also worked for the Post Office. We'd made a pact some time ago to call one another after lunch where we both often took a little snooze break. That's what he was doing now...calling me to make sure I didn't over-sleep my lunch period. "Ok...call me in an hour." he said. "My turn." I grinned as I began to sort out the mail for the next and last portion of my route. I was looking very much forward to seeing her as I did now nearly every single day since I'd taken on this new area. Making my way up the long walk to her door, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, knowing she was working in the flower garden just off the side of one of the hedgerows. "Good afternoon," she said standing up. I handed her, her mail. "Afternoon," I said politely, smiling, turning away as she headed up the steps into her house. "I wonder what the "S" really does stand for?" I asked myself. "Maybe one day I'd ask her." Special Delivery It'd been a very long, dark and rainy day. The morning passed quickly, but time seemed to slow down to a crawl after noon. I missed you, more and more, as each sluggish minute passed. Curled up on the sofa, I leaned into the pillows piled near the arm, and drifted off to reveries to while away the remaining time until you would come home to me. Someone knocked loudly on the front door, waking me with a start. Bleary-eyed, I glanced at the clock... 2:30p.m. hmmm. Too early for Emily, but it might be you; maybe you forgot your keys again. I stumbled to the door and opened it to find, not you, but a DHL courier service man, with a package in his hands. He read my name from the package and asked if this was me. I squinted doubtfully at the address label, because I hadn't ordered anything from the Internet anytime lately. But I answered, "Yes, that is my name," holding out my hand for the package. He scanned the label once, then again. "Just a moment, ma'am. I'm sorry." he apologized. "I didn't realize there were specific delivery conditions for this package. I need to call in to verify this. Would you mind if I step inside to make the call?" I opened the door wide to let him in, assuring him that that would be fine. He set the package down on the computer table, sat in the desk chair, and proceeded to make the necessary call on his cell phone. I was sitting on the sofa again, watching him, but he turned to me and said, "Excuse me, would you mind not listening in on my conversation?" I admit I was taken aback a bit, because something didn't seem quite right, but I told him, sure, and went into the kitchen while he made his call. I could hear mumbles from in there, but couldn't make sense of any of the words enough to understand what he was saying to the person on the other end. He finished his call, said everything was fine, he just hadn't realized that there were specific conditions for this particular delivery, and asked if he could use my bathroom. I was a little uneasy about allowing him in my bathroom, but Emily's toilet hadn't been flushing right, so I told him, yes, it's through the master bedroom, on the left. He went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and while he was gone, I thought I would be sneaky and check out the package lying on the desk, before he would get back. I picked it up, amazed at how light it was, shook it a bit and heard a quiet rustling from within. Now I was really curious, because I hadn't the vaguest idea what it was or who it was from, there being no other information on the delivery label other than my name and address. I set the package back on the desk and sat on the sofa to wait for him to return to the living room, but 5 minutes passed, 10, 15 minutes and still no delivery man. After 20 minutes had passed, I was really worried, thinking maybe he'd passed out in my bathroom and what would I do then? But did I dare just go in there to check on him and maybe find him in an embarrassing situation? I didn't know what to do, but had to do something. So I opened the bedroom door quietly, looking around the room first. The blinds had been drawn, and that along with the cloudy, rainy weather made the room appear darker than normal. No one was in the bedroom, so I approached the bathroom, and found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open a bit more and looked inside... no one there. Puzzled, I thought, where the hell did that guy go? Just as I was about to turn around to head back into the living room, I felt a body move in close from behind me and a hand cover my mouth. Panic filled my brain. He must have slipped back into the living room and hid while I was looking at the package, waiting patiently until I went into the bedroom to look for him to sneak up behind me. "Keep quiet," he ordered, "and you won't get hurt. Do you understand?" I nodded carefully, thinking ahead to how I would somehow protect myself from an attack. He kept one hand on my mouth, pulling my hands behind my back one at a time with the other; I could feel cold metal and a sharp click as he handcuffed them together, and then he tied a black scarf over my eyes. "I don't want you running away from me until I've delivered your package," he explained as he walked me back into the living room. He pushed me down on the sofa, picked up the package from the desk, and disappeared back into the bedroom area. Paralyzed with fear, I numbly looked up at the clock, thinking 'Emily will be coming home soon. Oh, my god, I don't want her hurt.' But just as that thought raced through my brain, I could hear the phone ringing, and a message from Em on the machine saying "Hey, I'm going home with Mary on her school bus after school. We have a project to work on together, so I thought we'd do it this afternoon, since she's available. I'll be home around 7pm tonight. Love you!" She would be safe; I had only myself to worry about now. He returned to the living room and pulled me to my feet, walked me back into the bedroom, and tied something around my right ankle, tethering me to a bed post at the foot of the bed. My breathing quickened with excitement and the fear of the unknown as he passed his hands over my body, feeling my breasts thru the t-shirt I was wearing, roaming down my back and over my ass. "You're wearing too many things for these delivery conditions. I have to follow my instructions," he announced. He tugged at my shirt, pulling it up over my head and down my back, letting it rest bunched up with the handcuffs behind me. My nipples quickly hardened from the cooler air, and he rubbed and pulled on them from outside my bra. "This needs to go, too." As he reached around behind me to unhook my sheer black lace bra, I could smell his cologne, a heady, sexy scent, which lingered on my senses. When my heavy breasts hung free from the confines of my bra, he quickly cupped and rubbed them, pinching and pulling at my nipples for what seemed an eternity until they must have been long, hard, and dark red. I could feel my pussy getting wet from the stimulation and an aching building up deep within me. "Just a minute," he whispered, "I need to take care of something before we go any further." I could hear him rummaging around in the drawers in the kitchen, and then he was back at my side. I heard the quiet snip-snip from my kitchen scissors, and my t-shirt and bra fell to the floor at my feet. "There, that's better," I heard him say in a satisfied voice. He pulled on my nipples again, and then began to suck on one, then the other. I moaned, the feeling descending straight down from them to my clit, and I felt another rush of wetness between my legs. He slipped his hands inside the waistband of my shorts, around to my back, and down to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart with his fingertips, pressing gently against its tight opening. Then he slid his fingers farther down, dipping into my wet pussy, and my knees nearly buckled with need from his touch. So quickly it made me gasp, he whipped my shorts down my ass to my ankles, where they lie. All I had left on now was my black lace thong, soaked thru the crotch, rubbing against my swollen clit. He grabbed the front of my thong, pulling it up and down tight in front, rubbing me hard, the friction pulling and tugging on my clit. God! It was so intense, and I was so beyond caring who came home and found me this way. He stopped rubbing my pussy with my panties, and again, with a quick flicking motion, he pulled them down to my ankles. Another quiet snipping sound, and my shorts and thong were gone, and I stood there, totally naked, quivering with need, at the mercy of a stranger. He turned me around, to face the bed, and pushed me gently, face down. Without any warning – smack – he'd slapped me hard across my right ass cheek. I gasped with the pain and the surprise, but a sudden rush of moistness from between my pussy lips betrayed me. Again, he slapped my ass, over and over, on the right side, until it stung and had to be bright red. Then the left one, until it stung as well. Tears ran down my cheeks from the pain, but my pussy ached more from need than my ass did from the spankings. Pulling me to my feet again, I stood there breathing heavily from pain and need, while he touched me here and there, pulling, pinching, rubbing, building the need greater within me. I heard him open the package he'd brought with him, the tearing of paper and cardboard. Then I felt something light and sensual drop over my head and settle on my sensitive nipples and skin. He tied it on either side of me, but it felt like a whisper, it was so light and loose. "There," he said huskily, "you look damn good in that." He moved me around to the side of the bed, and as I stood there, I could hear him rearranging pillows. Then he must have left the room to make another phone call, because I could hear him in the kitchen, talking in tones too low to understand what he said. I stood there, in a blur of sexual need and tentative fear, because he hadn't caused me any pain yet, other than the spankings, and those just didn't seem to be as dangerous as I had anticipated what he might choose to do to me. Back in the bedroom, he proceeded to once again stimulate me, pulling on my nipples, harder and harder, until they felt like they would explode. Then he traced his fingers down from my breasts to flick his fingertips against my sensitive clit. With a sudden intake of his breath, he must have noticed how swollen it was, because he began to fervently swirl around and around it, rubbing it so it must have protruded far from my pussy lips. He spread my legs apart, and reached into my aching and soaked pussy. He squatted down in front of me, my legs trembling as he licked my clit, my swollen lips, my pussy, back and forth, over and over, until I was on the verge of cumming, and then he would stop. I could feel my hips bucking closer in to his tantalizing tongue and humming lips begging for release, but he would withdraw and leave me quivering with need time after time. Somewhere during all this stimulation, I thought I heard a tapping in the distance, but I really wasn't very aware of much of anything, from the excessive stimulation. He left me again for a moment's time, and I could hear his footsteps passing through the kitchen, but as I stood where I was, trembling and unable to move, I wondered what would be next. Then he was back in front of me pulling on my nipples a bit more, and then he pushed me onto my back on the bed, my legs dangling from the edge of the bed, my hands still bound behind me. This time he began in earnest to eat my pussy, sucking on my clit until I thought it would explode, then withdrawing and tonguing my hot and wet hole, washing back and forth with his tongue from my asshole to my clit, back and forth, driving me to the edge of my limit with need. I could feel my hips thrusting to force him to finish me, but he teased and licked me to near mindlessness, and then would withdraw so I wouldn't cum. Suddenly, I could smell his cock, near my face. I was so hot, I wanted it so much, and I didn't care where. It was hot, and hard, and when he rubbed it on my face, I reached out with my lips to take it in my mouth. He let me play with it some, teasing me with it, letting me lick it with my wet tongue, but wouldn't let me take it all the way in. My frustrations continued and I wanted release. I could think of nothing but my need to cum. I was frantic under his touch, his scent, his taste, his teasing. "What do you want?" he whispered seductively? "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes!" I begged him. "Please, I want you to fuck me." "Where do you want it?" Again, that soft spoken voice. "In your mouth? In your ass? Or in your pussy? Tell me where you want it." "Oh, my god," I whimpered, "Fill me up. I want it all. Please fuck me, please! I need to cum; I need to cum so badly!" He turned aside, his fingers still swirling around my pussy and tugging at my nipples to keep me on the edge, and I heard him say, "Do you care what I do?" I told him I didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't answer me. I heard him whisper again, and then another voice's whisper answering him and I realized that there had to be another person in the room, but how they got there I had no idea. My mind was so blurred with the frenzy of my need, I didn't care anymore. I could feel his weight on the mattress next to me, as he rolled me to my side and quickly released my hands from their metal bindings, re-locking them together over my head. He positioned himself between my legs and pulled my legs up over his shoulder, my tether to the foot post straining a bit, stretching my right leg muscle tightly. Then he leaned in to my pussy, with his hot hard cock. Just a teasing touch and he'd withdraw. Then again in a bit further, then withdraw. I thrust my hips to pull him all the way inside me, but he laughed as he sharply slapped my leg and scolded me for being too eager. As he held my feet up on his shoulders, I could feel someone biting and pinching my nipples. Someone else was on the bed, next to me! I was too far gone to care, but lie there lost in the sensations, wondering what all they had in mind to do to me. Unexpectedly, the delivery man rammed his cock up all the way into my wet pussy. I gasped, and then a scream escaped my lips, but not from pain. It was more a squeal of ecstasy, of mindless sexual frenzy. He was so hard, so hot. It felt incredible, and I wanted him to fuck my brains out, to pound me over and over until I melted in an intense orgasm. And so he proceeded to do just that. In and out, faster and faster, he got harder and harder, making wet sloppy sounds from my fluids and his ramming me. And all the while, someone else was sucking, biting, and squeezing on my nipples, my neck, my breasts, and my lips. I could feel the pressure deep within, the orgasm building to its peak, and with a shriek, I climaxed, the waves from my orgasm causing shudder after shudder through my body, my pussy clenching his cock over and over with its spasms. And still he kept on ramming his hard cock in my pussy, my clit so sensitive now, I felt faint from the constant motion against it. But, it was only moments until I could feel my second orgasm building, and I knew this was going to be even stronger than the last one because of my over stimulated clit. With my head thrashing from side to side from the sensations, he lifted my ass up off the bed, now my knees on his shoulders, and slowed down on the pumping within me to a seductively maddening caress. With long slow deep strokes, his cock rubbed against my clit from the inside, and I thought I was going to explode from the pleasure. My pussy was so wet and so hot, and I could feel his cock getting larger and harder as he grew close to cumming. "More," I begged, "Give me more" I heard someone near my ear whispering, "How does it feel, Baby? Do you like being fucked by a stranger? Is this what you wanted? Do you want to be fucked in the ass, too?" "Yes! Please! I want both!" I moaned. And within a split second, my pussy was empty, but just for a moment. Immediately, I was pulled on top of the delivery man, to ride him with my pussy full with his cock, on my knees. Then I could feel someone else behind me, spreading my ass cheeks, and a hot hard cock pressing up against my tight hole. I was so wet from my fucking; it was only a moment before he pushed right inside me. I could tell he was standing at the foot of the bed, my ass perfect cock height for him. He leaned into my ass, and the feeling of fullness drove me far away from my mind and reality. I was being fucked in my ass, while I was riding another cock in my pussy. And it felt so dam good. Harder and harder, the two of them fucked me. They must have felt each other's cocks touch the other thru the soft skin separating them, because I could feel them rubbing against each other as they thrust in and out of me. My orgasm once again built to the point of no return and I moaned, "I'm cumming, o.m.g., I'm cumming again." Both of them sped up then, faster and faster pounding me, and in an orgasm like I've never felt before, I came with an explosive release. As the waves shook my body, both of them came as well, one in my ass and the other in my pussy. I could feel their spasms deep within me and their hot cum filling me with spurt after spurt. The man behind me slowly withdrew from my ass, and I shivered as I tumbled over off of the other one onto the bed beside him, spent, but satisfied. Someone gently removed the handcuffs from my reddened wrists and then the scarf from my eyes, but even in the dimly lit room, it was difficult to see at first. Then I realized - I was looking into your eyes. You smiled at me and asked me lovingly, "Did you enjoy that as much as I enjoyed watching, Baby?" I looked around me; we were alone; the delivery man gone. It was just you and I, lying close together on our bed, you caressing my back and my thighs with your loving fingers. I looked down at my body, at the sheer black open-front lingerie I was wearing, which left nothing to the imagination... the only tangible remains of my special delivery gift. "Hey," I murmured, "was that you I felt in my ass?" You chuckled softly, and as I snuggled in close to your warm, naked body, I whispered, "Yes, I did enjoy it. Very much. Thank you, love. It was just what I needed." Special Delivery Baby Girl had been a customer for years. One of my best ones, always courteous, didn't get pissy if I was later than usual delivering her packages to her, left me little gifts at Christmas. Twice a month -- at least -- I was walking up her walkway, a box or two in hand, my brown delivery truck idling in the driveway. Generally, I could time it so that I was at Baby Girl's house at 3:15 every afternoon. If she were home, she was comfortable, usually wearing t-shirts and panties, sometimes simple cotton that rode high on her shapely legs, other times the barest wisp of a silky thong. Braless goes without saying, and her oversized t-shirts barely covered her luscious pale pink cheeks peeking out beneath the hem. Two boxes, 3:17 p.m. and her car was sitting in the driveway. I walked up to her door and knocked, balancing the scanner on top. As I heard the lock tumble, I set the boxes down, knowing she'd have to bend over to pick them up. Baby Girl opened the door, brown curls tousled, as if she'd been running her fingers through them or sleeping, and whisky brown eyes smiling up at me. True to form, she was wearing a hot-pink t-shirt that skimmed the tops of her legs and barely covered her full pussy. Underneath was a wisp of nearly transparent white material that revealed her bald mound. Blood pooled in my groin and my mouth went dry as I anticipated what the rest of the panties would look like. Baby Girl signed the scanner and bent over to pick up the first of her boxes. The hem of her t-shirt rode up in the back, revealing the two round globes of her beautiful white ass, separated by a thin strip of white transparent material. Damn! How much is a man supposed to take before he succumbs to temptation? With a groan I reached over with one hand, grabbing the "T" at the top of her thong and pulling her towards me. With her hands braced on the box, she fell forward until her face rested right against my now throbbing cock. I pulled a little more on the thong, knowing I was causing it to separate her full lips and rub against her clit. Baby Girl knows what to do with a cock in her face, and she started nuzzling against the bulge under my brown shorts. I dropped the scanner and unzipped my pants with my free hand, releasing my throbbing member. Her pink lips parted and I slipped my thick brown head in between them. The sight almost made me shoot my load right then and there. I tunneled my fingers through her hair, releasing her thong once I was sure she wasn't going anywhere. She moved to sit on the boxes, freeing her hands to play with the length of my thick black cock that wouldn't fit in her small mouth. Her legs spread on either side of mine, exposing her pussy lips to anyone who happened to be going by, as she avariciously sucked my member. Her head bobbed up and down, tendrils of her hair brushing against my stomach and the tops of my thighs. Every now and then I'd catch a glimpse of her tongue, the pink an erotic contrast to the dark, bulbous head. She must've felt me looking at her, for she looked up at me, eyes wide and golden with desire, my cock between her lips and the hint of a smile tilting the corners up. Oh yeah. Baby Girl was loving what she was doing. With a wicked glint in her eye, she brought a hand underneath me, cupping my heavy sack in her small hand, rolling the balls together. One finger reached under, found the bridge between my nuts and my anus and pressed gently. Holy fuck! I rose up on my toes while ramming my dick deeper and harder into Baby Girl's mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest. I could feel her gagging against my penetrating thrusts, but I didn't care; the way her throat squeezed my head felt too damn good. Her magical fingers continued to rub against the hidden bottom of my shaft even while they lingered teasingly, tantalizingly close to my asshole. Baby Girl's hand that'd been stroking my cock left its spot and wandered down to tease and rub her swollen pussy lips. Soft moans reverberated around my cock and I could tell she was getting more and more turned on. "Oh yes, Baby Girl, just like that. Rub your pussy for Daddy. You like that, don't you?" A quick nod of her head was her answer. "You like my big black cock in your little mouth, baby? Like me fucking your mouth, using it for my pleasure?" "Hmmm-mmmm." Her tone and more head nodding let me know just how much. Just a few strokes more and... I yelled out my pleasure as streams of come shot from my cock into her eager mouth. She sucked it all down like a woman dying of thirst, shooting a very satisfied smile up at me as she licked her lips. Kneeling in front of Baby Girl, I gently pushed her shoulders back so she was leaning against the door. My long fingers found her now soaked thong, pushing it aside so I could feel her swollen pussy. Her clitty poked out from between the folds of her lips, begging me to rub it. I spread her full lips, gently pulling it from its hiding place. My mouth replaced my fingers, lapping at her juices. She tasted so sweet, and her essence was flowing down my chin, despite how much I was trying to drink it down. Capturing her clit between my lips, I sucked on it like a little cock, driving her to higher peaks. Her hips thrust up to my face, grinding against me. I knew I'd be smelling and tasting her the rest of the day. Baby Girl's legs were over my shoulders, granting me maximum access, and I could feel them trembling where they rested, letting me know she was close to peaking. I changed position, bracing my knees on the top step and, positioning my once-again hard cock against her slit, rammed into her. I almost lost it instantly. Her pussy fit my thick member like a silken glove that was a size too small, squeezing and grasping it. With her legs still on my shoulders, I bottomed out, filling her sweet hole and burying myself to the hilt. As I thrust in and out of her, my sack swung and slapped against her exposed ass. Her hands grasped my arms, holding on, while her shoulders rammed against the door. Each time I pulled my cock out, I could feel the head of her clit rub against it. Her juices continued to soak my shaft, some dripping down to tickle my balls. I ripped her shirt up so I could enjoy her full breasts, the milky white globes bouncing up and down, the tight, rosy brown tips begging for my mouth. Never one to turn down such a warm invitation, I tilted my head down to take one in my mouth, sucking on it in sync to my thrusts and about as hard. Baby Girl's fingernails dug into my arms as her body tightened under me. With a scream that could be heard well into the next county, she came, her succulent pussy gripping my cock even tighter as her convulsions ripped through her. The pleasure was more than I could bear, and with my own yell, I poured my seed into her waiting womb. We stayed locked like that for several minutes, never minding the traffic going by on the road or the sound of a lawn mower going just a couple of houses down. For the moment, it was just her, me and the culmination of a couple of years' worth of fantasies. Finally, mindful I had to finish my route, I raised up and zipped my pants, trying to ignore her look of disappointment as I covered the source of her afternoon's pleasure. I helped her up, then handed her her boxes to take into the house. With a brief but hot kiss, I left her. She turned to go inside and I turned to go down the steps, neither of us noticing the curtains in the house across the street fluttering closed. Special Delivery I have come up with a solution to my cum craving. I recently discovered my addiction to cum. An old classmate from high school found me on the internet and we began to email and chat. Eventually, we discovered that we both have had some interest, curiousity, in sucking on a cock and tasting cum. So, we arranged to meet at his house one evening when we knew that his wife would be away for a while. I drove over to his house and we went down to his office. In his office, he reached over and grab my cock through my pants. I just let him take charge and let him unzip my pants and pull down my underwear and release my groing cock. He let me sit on the couch and he removed my pants. He knelt down between my legs and took my 7 inch cock in his hand. He asked if I were ready. I told him, I was ready if he was. He was and he put the head of my cock into his mouth. He just held my cock there for a while. It was wonderful. He then slowly took more and more of my cock into his mouth. I could feel his tongue massaging the underside of my shaft. He couldn't take my whole cock, but he was trying. He was moving his mouth up and down on my cock. It had been so long since I had cum during a blow job, I couldn't control myself. I gently touched the back of his head and slowly hipped my cock into his mouth and shot my load into his mouth. I could tell that I surprised him. But, he was eagerly trying to swallow my cum. I wasn't paying much attention, but I don't think he missed a drop. I relaxed and he let my cock fall from his mouth and he said that I was delicious. I just smiled and rested. He sat back onto the floor. I gathered myself and moved off of the couch and crawled to him. I encouraged him to lay back and let me remove his pants. He obliged. I undid his pants and pulled down his underwear. The best I can describe my feeling was that I was looking at a natural wonder for the first time. I have never been this close to another man's cock since my experimentation in high school. This cock was beautiful. It was a little bigger than mine, but not scary huge. It was getting bigger as I was removing his pants. As I finally moved up above his cock, it was leaking precum. I didn't grab his cock, but instead just started licking the precum from his shaft. It was a wonderful taste. Licking his cum was wonderful, but as I worked my way to the head I was wanting a real taste of his cock. I locked my lips around his head and licked and suck cum from his dick like a straw. I was flicking his peehole to get more precum out of it. I then tried to take more cock into my mouth. I was amazed at how smooth his cock was. It just slid easily into my mouth. I tried to take it all, but I was too new to take it all. So, I decided to just slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I added a twist with my head and a twirl with my tongue. I had done some online research and was aware of different things that I could be doing to him and his body. But, I was really selfishly interested in getting his cum into my mouth. So, I just kept using his cock to fuck my mouth. I must have had a nice rhythm going because he started humping into my mouth. His cock was going deeper and deeper into my mouth. I was amazed at how much of his cock was going in and out of my mouth. I then felt him put his hand on my head and make a big hump with his hips and drive his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull off, but he held my head on his cock as he exploded into my mouth. I was surprise by how much cum there was. I locked my lips around his shaft and then tried to swallow his cum. It was really difficult to swallow with a mouthful of cock. So, I slowly released his cock and kept swallowing each of his finishing spurts. I eventually locked onto his head and sucked and swallowed all that I could. I then licked the cum that I missed off of his cock and body. Cum is delicious. I had tasted my own, but hot cum from a hard cock. I think everyone should try it. We had managed to get together about once a week give each other blow jobs. I was very greedy for cum and encouraged him not to swallow mine and made him snoball it back into my mouth. I would swallow all the cum I could. Unfortunately, I had to move for a job. We could only get together over the holidays. That was not enough to satisfy me. So, I asked him to jerk off and cum into a ziplock bag and then mail it to me. He thought it was a great idea, so he did it. I was waiting like a kid on Christmas morning for the mail to arrive. When it did, his cum looked wonderful. I warmed it in my hands to get it to a nice temperature and then unzipped the bag and poured the nectar into my mouth. I held it there and even swirled it around before I swallowed it. I soon emailed him for another order of cum. We came up with a system that when he would jerk off, he would save it in a baggie. After a few loads of cum, he would send it to me. The first time I recieved one of those multiload bags, I was overjoyed. I developed a system to warm the cum like one would warm a baby's bottle. I would drink down his hot cum, load after load. He then sent me an email stating that he was sucking off a couple of other guys. He was wondering if I wanted to taste their cum. I couldn't type fast enough to say YES. So, then I began to get baggies from a couple of his friends. Each one had a different tasting cum, but they were wonderful to me. Then one shipment he sent me a bigger container filled with cum. The note said that it was a "cum cocktail". The note said that he had a busy week and that he had met with five different guys. The sucked each of them several times, but didn't swallow. He saved it and put it into the same baggie. He even jerked off severl loads of his own cum. I knew that I had to do something special for him because he is sharing his hard work. I set up my camera and carefully prepared the cum. I filled several shot glasses and set them on the edge of the counter. I then recorded myself taking cum shots. It was wonderful. I have encouraged him to have another week like that again. I still check my mail for my "special delivery". I still drink as much cum as I can get. Special Delivery Carlie pulled the van into the kerb and sighed. Last delivery of the day. She couldn't wait to get home; it was a hot, sticky day and she needed to have a cool shower and then lie back on the bed and release some tension. The hot weather always made her feel even more horny than usual, especially as she hadn't had sex in a few weeks. A brief memory of the hot night she'd had with the guy she met at the club a fortnight ago flickered through her mind and she felt heat bloom between her thighs and her nipples tighten. Damn, she thought, I really need to fuck. Grabbing the parcel and her clipboard from the seat, she slid out of the van and made her way up the path to the door. She had managed to deliver every package so far and there was nothing to take back to the depot; as long as there was someone to sign for this delivery, she could go straight home and strip. Her pussy throbbed; forget the shower, she just needed to come. It looked promising. There was a car in the driveway and she could hear the faint strain of some smoky blues music drifting from inside the house. Stepping up onto the porch, she pressed her finger to the doorbell and waited... ***** Matt had just settled back onto the sofa with a tumbler of vodka and ice when he heard the doorbell ring. He swore under his breath. As was customary when at home, he was naked. The heat of the day had been overwhelming and he'd been glad of the opportunity to take a shower and relax. All he wanted was to have a few drinks and listen to some music, maybe watch a little porn later. He certainly wasn't expecting any visitors. Perhaps if he ignored the doorbell, they'd go away... ***** Carlie stood patiently on the doorstep, waiting for an answer. Come on, she thought. I know you're in there. Shifting the box to the other hand, she leaned forward to press the doorbell again. The clipboard shifted under her arm and she heard her pen drop to the floor. With a sigh, she bent over to pick it up... ***** As the doorbell rang again, Matt quietly let out a string of expletives. Whoever it was didn't seem to be taking the hint; probably some door-to-door salesman, desperate for a commission. Putting down his drink, he padded over to the bay window and carefully took a quick glance towards the door, hoping not to get noticed in this furtive act. His gaze was caught by the sight of a set of perfectly rounded buttocks encased in white cotton shorts. The fabric was stretched taut across the cheeks of this delicious arse as the female bent over to retrieve something from the floor. Whoever she was, she was wearing a thong; the outline of the fabric was just evident through the shorts. Matt felt his cock stir. He watched as she straightened again; she was a pretty girl, blonde, very curvy, with a pair of full breasts barely hidden under a cotton vest top and long, tanned legs. His hand went unconsciously to his now semi-hard cock and tugged it slowly as he imagined stripping those shorts from her buttocks... ***** Carlie swore under her breath as there was still no response at the door. She was certain there must be someone home; ringing the bell again, she then stepped across to the bay window, peering through the net curtain to see if she could spot anyone inside. It took a moment to realise there was a man standing just inside the window...and another moment to notice that he was completely naked and holding his cock as he stood there. Carlie stood still, unable to tear her gaze away from his naked form, feeling a familiar trickle of arousal slide between her thighs. Her gaze travelled down his body and back up to his face and she watched him slowly smile as he registered her appraisal. She held his gaze for a few more seconds; aware that his hand had started to move along his thick shaft, her eyes dropped to watch him. Oh god, she thought, that's so fucking hot. Then, stepping back, she shook herself and cleared her throat. "Ummm...Mr Craig? I have a parcel for you..." She stammered as she moved back away from the window to the door. ***** Matt heard the doorbell ring again, but before he had time to move, he saw the woman step across to the window and peer in. He froze, hoping that she hadn't seen him. As he saw an expression of shock cross her face, he knew he'd been spotted; for some reason she didn't move away. She remained, as the seconds ticked by, watching him as he stood with his turgid shaft in his hand. He realised she was boldly checking him out and a wolfish smile crossed his face. His eyes caught hers through the gauzy fabric of the curtain; holding her gaze he started to stroke his burgeoning cock once again. Then he saw her eyes drop to his groin and watch for a few seconds more before she stepped away from the window and called out something about a parcel. He stood for a moment and wondered whether he should cover up to answer the door; considering the expression on her face as she'd watched him, he decided to go as he was. Let's see how she reacts, he thought. Moving down the hall, his cock still in his hand, he opened the door and stood half-hidden behind it. ***** Turning as the door opened, Carlie was momentarily shocked to realise that the man was still naked, though partly hidden behind the open portal. She thought he'd have grabbed a robe or something. Stepping forward, she offered up the parcel to him. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr Craig, but I need you to sign for this," she said quickly. "Excuse my state of undress, I wasn't expecting visitors," he chuckled. "I got that impression," Carlie grinned back at him, recovering her composure. "I do apologise for snooping in your window, I knew someone must be in, thought that you might have been in the garden or something." He moved to take the package from her and her eyes were drawn downwards again, registering the shaven skin around his barely concealed tumescence. As he turned round to place the package on the floor, she caught sight of his taught buttocks. "Mmmm, great arse..." she thought, then clapped her hand over her mouth as she realised she'd uttered the words out loud. She flushed scarlet as the man turned back to her, grinning hugely. "Thank you very much," he responded in a deep voice that made her stomach curl. "May I say I think yours is utterly delicious too?" He's flirting with me, she thought. Carlie held out the clipboard and pen. "Erm, I need you to sign this," she insisted. "OK," Matt responded, taking them from her. He waited a beat. "Did you enjoy the view? Through the window?" His eyes sought hers as he looked up with a sensual smile. Carlie caught his gaze and swallowed. Before she could answer, he spoke again. "This pen isn't working. Hang on while I go and get another one." He turned and strode down the hall; she just stood watching him, as another flood of longing swept through her. She felt her juices trickling from between her pussy lips and moaned softly. As he returned, she laughed out loud; he'd barely covered his modesty with a tea towel. Grinning at her, he walked back down the hall. "Sorry, it was the first thing that came to hand," he said, chuckling. He picked up the clipboard again. "You didn't answer my question." Carlie was momentarily confused. "The view," he repeated, his voice low and sensual. "Did you enjoy it?" She licked her lips to moisten them and considered her answer. He was definitely coming on to her. All that was waiting for her at home was a cool shower and a vibrator. The decision was made. "I enjoyed it very much indeed," she said huskily. "In fact, I'd love to see it again." Matt put the clipboard down and held out his hand to her. "Come on in," he said. Drawing her through the door, he closed it behind her and turned to face her; deliberately, he dropped the towel and watched her reaction. Carlie swallowed heavily as her eyes travelled down his body. He wasn't a model figure, but he was in pretty good shape. He had a broad chest, covered in a smattering of dark hair, arrowing down to his groin, where he'd obviously shaven it clean. His cock jutted proudly from between his legs, and she stared at it with naked lust in her eyes. It was a nice length, thick, with a smooth pink dome and she knew she wanted to taste it. She moved forward and boldly curled her hand around his shaft. Matt moved one hand up to the nape of her neck beneath her hair and pulled her towards him, covering her lips with his. Her mouth opened underneath the pressure and she felt his tongue snake into her mouth, searching for hers. As they kissed, she felt his other hand move to her breast, his thumb brushing over her taut nipple sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Carlie's hand gently stroked his shaft, squeezing along the length before her palm glided over the smooth head. He drew in a sharp breath at her touch. "You're wearing too many clothes," he growled, sliding his hand beneath her top and pulling it upwards. Carlie released his cock from her grasp and lifted her arms up to help him. He threw her top to the floor and his mouth moved to close over one pebble-like nipple as his hands moved to her waist. He quickly unbuttoned her shorts and then slid his hand inside the opening, his fingers seeking the heat between her thighs. She shifted, opening her legs to allow him better access. "Someone's feeling horny," he chuckled as his fingertips encountered the soaked material of her panties. She shuddered as he teased her through the material, stroking her clit before he pushed the fabric between her wet pussy lips and inside her. A soft moan escaped Carlie's mouth as his lips returned to her breasts, suckling and nipping on each bud in turn while his fingers continued to probe at her soaked cleft. His other hand tugged at the back of her shorts; she shifted, allowing him to slide them down her legs. As she quickly stepped out of them, he moved her back to rest against the wall. She felt him pull the material of her thong aside and push one, then two, then three fingers deep into her pussy. Moaning heavily, she spread her legs wider as he started to drive his fingers into her pussy, rubbing them over her g-spot and almost instantly, her climax rushed through her. "Oh shit," she cried as her legs buckled beneath her. Matt grabbed her waist to support her as he continued to fuck into her spasming quim with his hand; her juices ran out over his fingers, wetting her thighs. He gradually slowed the movement of his hand as her climax came to an end, still lightly moving them inside her as she tried to catch her breath. Then he pulled his fingers from her and lifted them to his mouth, tasting her cum. "Fuck, you taste good," he said as he licked the juice from his hand. Then he kissed her and she could taste the salty, sweet tang of her climax on his tongue. Matt took her hand and led her into the living room. He stood her in front of the couch and stepped back. "Turn round for me," he said. She gave him a quizzical look, but complied. He watched as she slowly turned to face the wall. "Would you kneel on the couch and bend forward for me?" He requested. She did as she was asked, then looked back over her shoulder at him. "You really do have the most beautiful arse," he said in a low voice. He moved forward and kneeled behind her. Pulling her thong to one side with his hand, he leaned forward and inhaled the musky scent of her pussy. Then he darted out his tongue and teased her clit. Carlie shuddered and groaned with pleasure. Matt buried his face in her pussy, tugging on her clit with his teeth, licking and sucking at her pussy lips before burying his tongue inside her. His hands reached underneath her and his fingers twisted her nipples gently. She squirmed and pushed back against him, moaning heavily as his rough tongue scraped across her throbbing clit. "Fuck me with your tongue," she sighed as he lapped at her engorged labia. Then he pulled back, his face soaked in her juice. Moaning in frustration, Carlie pushed back towards him again; she stilled as she felt his tongue probe tentatively at her tight rosebud. His hands pulled her cheeks apart as his tongue circled the rim of her anus; hesitantly he pushed his tongue into the centre of her puckered hole. Carlie gasped and pushed back at him. That was all the encouragement he needed; he wriggled his tongue inside her, as his thumb moved to brush across her clit, rubbing over the swollen nub of flesh. Gently he tongue fucked her arse, while his fingers continued to torment her pussy. She bucked against his ministrations, whimpering with pleasure. Matt groaned in satisfaction as he felt her respond to his tongue. He wriggled it deeper inside her as his fingers slipped inside her soaking slit and rubbed over her ribbed walls. He could feel his cock throbbing and his balls tightening. Gently withdrawing his tongue from her anus he grinned at her howl of frustration. Standing quickly, he moved in close behind her. He took his thick shaft in his hand, rubbed it along her swollen lips and then in one swift movement thrust into Carlie's pussy. She gasped as she felt his balls slap against her thighs as he buried himself to the hilt. Grabbing her hips, he slid out of her until just his tip remained inside and then he sheathed his cock completely again, pulling her hips back towards him. Slowly he started to fuck into her; long, deep strokes that tormented and pleasured her in equal measure. Carlie pushed back against him as his cock thrust into her over and over again; enjoying the feel of his thick cock as it stretched her soaking cunt. Her hand slipped between her legs and she started to rub her throbbing clit in languid circles, not wanting to cum again just yet, building towards her orgasm slowly. She could hear the squelch of her sex as Matt's cock slid into her and the sound made her even hornier. She pushed back frantically at him, wanting every inch inside. "Fuck me harder, don't stop," she urged him. "I love your big cock inside me; it feels so thick...I'm full of your lovely prick." Matt groaned as his hands tightened around her hips. "Fuck it, you dirty bitch...you're going to make me come," he growled as he tried to slow the pace. Sweat trickled down his chest; the day was sultry and the heat of their fucking almost overwhelmed him. Carlie didn't hear him. She was lost in the moment; her fingers played over her clit as she felt her own orgasm building again. "Oh god...I'm coming...I'm..." Her legs trembled as she finally tumbled over the precipice into a tumultuous climax, the tremors wracking her body as she clenched tightly around his cock, her juices coating his shaft. It was all too much for Matt; the sensation of her climaxing pussy squeezing his cock was enough for the boiling seed in his sacks to spill over and with a loud grunt, he thrust deep as the spunk gushed from his cock. Carlie squealed as she felt him spurt inside her. "Oh god, that feels so good!" she cried, still caught in her own climax. Her pussy milked every drop of goo from Matt's balls until finally they both stilled, panting heavily. Matt's softening cock slipped from between her puffy labia and he watched as a final shudder ran through her. Carlie collapsed forward onto the sofa, her skin slick with perspiration; a dribble of their combined come trickled slowly from between her bright red pussy lips and instinctively he bent forward and licked the length of her slit, catching the salty, sweet, sticky goo on his tongue. "Let me taste it," she begged, turning towards him. He leaned towards her and kissed her, his tongue melding with hers, sharing the taste of their fucking. Carlie moaned into his mouth and then pulled her lips from his; with a grin, she moved forward and took his soft cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, cleaning the mixture of semen and her juices from him. Carlie lavished attention on his prick. She raked her teeth gently over him as her hands gently squeezed and caressed his balls. Matt stood silently, enjoying her tender ministrations, watching her as she worked on him. Then her lips trailed slowly upwards, tongue tasting the salty sweat on his skin as she moved towards his nipples. Carlie took one into her mouth, catching it between her teeth and gently tugging. Her fingernails traced languid patterns on his damp skin as she explored every curve and hollow of his body with her hands; her stiff nipples brushed over his body as she moved behind him. She caressed his back, fingers drifting down to his buttocks; her lips followed the same winding trail. She licked droplets of moisture from the small of his back. Matt felt her finger slip between his buttocks, swirling teasingly over his anus; her tongue replaced the finger and probed gently. To his amazement, his cock stirred to life once again. "What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?" he muttered. "Get round here and suck me, now!" Carlie wasted no time, kneeling in front of him, her tongue licking the length of the veiny shaft before her lips closed over the purple dome and slid along his length until he was fully enclosed in moist heat. He groaned, his hand threading into her silky hair and tightening; holding her in place, he started to fuck her mouth. She gagged as his tip hit the back of her throat and she pushed him away, threads of drool dribbling from her lips onto her breasts as she struggled to catch her breath. "Are you ok?" Matt asked with concern; his question was answered as she looked up at him and opened her mouth to take him once again. His hand still woven tightly in her hair, he held her head in place as he rubbed his cock over her face, smearing a mixture of precum and drool over her cheeks. Then he slid between her lips once more and pushed into her mouth, gently this time; within moments, Carlie was sucking ferociously on his cock, taking him deep into her mouth as her hands slid between his legs to play gently with his balls. Matt felt them tighten in her hands as he felt the surge in his cock; wrenching her head back, he pulled his shaft from her lips and sprayed hot jets over her face. Spurt after spurt covered her and then dripped in slow, stringy threads down to her breasts. Carlie reached down and scooped up dribbles of his come with her fingers; with a lascivious grin, she popped them into her mouth, savouring the taste of his seed. Matt chuckled as he slumped onto the sofa, totally spent. She stood, looking round enquiringly. "Could I use your bathroom?" "Help yourself," Matt responded. "Up the stairs; first door on the right." He watched her beautifully shaped bottom with a wry smile as she grabbed her discarded clothes from the hall and made her way upstairs. A few minutes later, she returned; although fully dressed, she was still slightly rumpled and definitely had that 'just fucked' look. She'd washed her face, but the upper slopes of her breasts still glistened with the shine of his sticky goo. Walking to the door, Carlie retrieved her clipboard and pen and stepped outside. Turning to him, she grinned. "Thanks for a fun afternoon...Oh...and you never did sign for your delivery." Matt took the clipboard, laughing. He signed his name with a flourish and passed it back to her. "By the way, my name's Carlie," she said. "See you around." She walked back to the van, enjoying the familiar sensation of soreness between her legs and the slow trickle of come that was now running down the inside of her thigh. Climbing into the van, she checked the delivery note. Punching the phone number into to her mobile, she grinned; she hit the call button, put the phone to her ear and waited a few seconds. "Hello, Mr Craig," she said, the smile evident in her voice. "I have a parcel that I need to deliver to you tomorrow afternoon..." Special Delivery I'd made my mind up. I was going to just come out and say it. I was expecting a package through the post and had prepared myself by wearing a white t-shirt, white boxers and white socks. The thought of what I was going to do made me hot and horny and, yes, hard. I wondered how long I'd have to wait before he showed. Mind you, I didn't know whether it would be a man or a woman. I had no idea. That was something else that made it so erotic. To be honest, I was having a really hard time keeping my hands off my private parts and wasn't even sure I'd be able to hold out. I must, I must, I must. I tried closing my eyes and jumped with a start when the doorbell went. I leapt up, still rock hard. Good. I adjusted my clothing so that my stimulated status could be in no doubt. With my penis pointing uncompromisingly under my shorts, I went to do the door and opened it. It was a guy. "Parcel," he said, without looking up. He handed me the parcel which I took and placed on the floor behind me. As I stood up and turned back to face him, he saw it: my bulge, my barely concealed hardness, my wanton display. I twitched. He tried to say nothing but let a little "wha..." slip before I took the pad and pencil from him and signed the form. I handed it back. Now was the time. "Would you like to come in and pee on me?" "What!?" No going back. My bulge bulged once more. "Would you like to come in and pee on me?" "Seriously?" I couldn't see whether he wanted to or not but I figured that him not just leaving (the professional response) was a good thing and, in any case, I could wank myself to just this experience for the rest of my life. "Seriously. If you would like to, I would love for you to come in and pee on me. No-one will know." "But I'm not gay." "Nor am I, I don't think. No-one will know. But I would like you to come in and pee on me. I want to know what it's like." The postman let out a little laugh and subconsciously adjusted his trousers. Good sign! "No-one will know... But I can't. You're crazy, though. I gotta go, man." With that he turned and left. Obviously, I'd have been staggered if he'd just come in and slashed all over me. Delighted, but surprised. I closed the door after him. I knew exactly what I wanted to do now. If he wasn't going to pee all over me, I'd have to do it myself. Time for a drink and to try and calm my cock down a bit. I decided to put the telly on. Daytime telly is enough to remove anyone's excitement but my mind kept drifting to the complete abandon and sluttishness of asking a complete stranger to pee on me. My erection really didn't want to go even though I knew I'd need some softness to be able to soak myself. Still, I was getting plenty of fluid down. I was going to get drowned! I tried to close my eyes and breathe slowly, just letting the words of the television fill my mind. I jumped with a start again when the doorbell went. I adjusted myself and noted with relief that my sex had subsided a bit and I made myself presentable for answering the door. "No-one will know, right." Guess who? "Right", I said, "no-one will know." "I can't stop thinking about it, you... you dirty boy. I'm curious, too, now; you've stuck this notion into my head and it won't go." I stepped aside. A pause as he looked thoughtfully at the door mat. Then he stepped in and brushed by me. Needless to say, my hard-on was back in full force. I shut the door and led him up to the bathroom. I sat down sideways in the bath with my legs hanging over the side. "What? You're gonna keep your clothes on? They'll get all wet and dirty. I haven't been, you know, since I started work this morning." I thought my organs were going to explode. It is the truth to say that my penis had never been so puffed up, so sensitive, so throbbing, so fucking hard. I spread my legs apart. "That's the point. Please pee wherever you want to. My face, my chest, my legs, anywhere." Another little laugh. His hands moved down to his zipper. "I'm not gay, remember... Man, this feels weird, now." He unzipped himself and pulled his penis out. He pointed it at me and we waited. He looked down, with a look of trying to blank his mind. A few seconds... No warning! His penis didn't move or twitch or anything. It just started peeing. His first stream landed down the side of one of my legs before gaining steam and passing through my crotch up to my chest. I could feel the warmth running down my leg and shirt. I could feel the splashing of his smelly golden fluid on to my chin and face. I closed my eyes slowly. My cock pulsated slowly and deliberately. It felt almost like I was going to ejaculate spontaneously without any stimulation. Well, direct stimulation. I'd never felt so horny, so sexy, so wanton in all my life. My mouth dropped open and I exhaled in ecstasy. The postman considered that an invitation and adjusted himself and let rip straight into my mouth. That opened my eyes. His pee frothed up and filled my mouth. It sounded like my head was inside a waterfall. The pee spilt over my chin and onto my chest. I smiled, spilling more. He was beginning to finish. A couple more spurts splashed over me. I looked at his cock, a teardrop of urine at its head. I noticed it was semi-hard. He shook it, but another drop appeared. "Allow me," I said, leaning forward. I put my face close to his privates. Slowly, deliberately, I moved in, stretched out my tongue and took the piss teardrop into my mouth. He didn't move. My nose filled with the stench of sex and my mouth tasted what I had taken. It was sweet and didn't feel watery exactly. That was the first time I ever tasted someone's sexual lubrication, someone's pre-cum. I reached out with my tongue once more but this time there was no pretense of cleaning him. I lifted his cock, his lava-hot cock, with my tongue and slowly licked up the entire length of the shaft before letting gravity exercise its control once more. Only gravity doesn't have much effect on a fully hard cock. I cradled his cock-head in my tongue and looked up. He was looking down. "I'm not gay." I didn't say a word but took his head in my mouth and started rolling my tongue around. I took my hands off the side of the bath and took hold of the back of his legs. His trousers were still up though undone, obviously, and so they kept moving slightly. I kept sucking and pushing my tongue into his penis in my mouth. It felt like my entire head was full of his manhood. It's not that it was big or anything, that's just what it felt like. I kept moving my hands to give me good grip when I felt all resistance in his trousers go and I could let them fall to the ground. My fingers went further around his thighs so that they were on the inside of his leg and I started to stroke and caress him. This time didn't catch me by surprise. I could feel when he was manufacturing his semen. I could feel his balls pulsate near my chin. I could feel his cum being pumped through his cock. I could feel his juice through the shaft past my bottom lip. He instinctively jammed his cock further into my head and let rip. Spuuurt, spurt, spurt! I knew it was coming but the volume of it felt unbelievable. It was like someone had jammed a hose down my throat and turned it on full pelt. I didn't particularly like the taste but, boy, did I like the intimacy and the feeling of sharing a primeval intensity. I could feel his penis soften almost immediately. He started to withdraw but I sucked his back momentarily so I could make sure he was completely clean. No drips. That would never do. I leant back in the bath, my legs still splayed; my cock still unbelievably hard. Then I learnt something. You can pee when you're hard (though I can't seem to do it on purpose exactly). I started peeing and I quickly pulled my boxers out of the way. His eyes bulged when saw the fountain of gold shooting into the air, higher than my head and come splashing down, well everywhere. All over the bath, my chest, my hair. "Woah!" I closed my eyes and made it the freest, wildest, most uninhibited piss ever. It went on for what seemed like an age before my bladder subsided. I was drenched. My clothes were transparent, I could feel them grabbing hold of me, squeezing me. My hair was full of warm wonderfulness, his and mine, clumped together. It felt like there was steam coming off my head. I slowly opened my eyes and looked straight into his hard, throbbing cock. "Let's get you out of those wet things." Comments welcome or speak dirty to me through the link below. Special Delivery Dear Readers, One of my first submissions here. I've been writing for a while, this is an old story and I thought I'd post it first along with others that are on their way. Love to get feedback. Enjoy :) ~Elf Take Me Home. "See ya guys." Clara said as she walked out of the pizza shop. "Hey you need a ride home?" asked James, one of the cute, young pizza drivers, as he caught up to her. After work Clara liked to walk home, but the June summer air was cool and it was past midnight. She smiled at James in gratitude and told him she'd appreciate the lift home. Perfect. James was so excited that his plan was going as planned. He had been in love with Clara for months now, only working at the pizzeria to be close to her. He lost count of how many times he had asked her out, but she said she thought of him as a brother or really close friend. That would change, he promised himself. Thinking about what he was going to do to the beautiful Clara, his cock instantly started to harden. "I have one more delivery and then I'll drop you off at home," James promised. "That's fine James, don't worry about me. I just appreciate the ride home," Clara said, unwittingly flashing the smile that drove James up the wall with desire. As she settled back in her seat James let his lusty stare glide over her. A beautiful face with a light, creamy complexion, shadowed by her dark curtain of silky hair. She had a fantastic figure. She was far from boney, which was how James liked his women. Ripe hips that James could hold onto as he thrust into her sweet pussy. Nice sized breasts that were the perfect amount for his hands and mouth. She was only 19, starting her summer break from college and working to get some extra money. James had been about to quit the week that she applied. While she was on break from college, he had graduated. He was 24, earned his degree in engineering and had a good job that started in the fall. However, when he had thought to give his two weeks notice, she walked in. He fell then and there. It wasn't a question that he would have her, in his life, and in his bed. Clara did notice that they had left the city and were in a remote country area. All of a sudden a huge mansion loomed in front of them. James drove up the driveway and the gates closed behind them quietly, stealthily. He pulled up to the front door and turned to her. Clara was in awe of the beautiful house, "I can't believe that someone living here would order pizza! But I guess no one can resist ours." She sent him an impish grin and wink that made his groin tighten and internally moan. When James just sat there looking at her, she got nervous. Clara looked behind her to find the pizzas for him so that she could get home quicker. What the hell, she thought, where is the food? "Um... James did you forget something... like the food?" She was joking around and thought it was funny that he had forgotten the delivery. He just continued to stare at her. Clara started to get anxious again and wondered what he was up to. He was so hot, she thought. 6'5 with a muscular build and made her want to run her hands all over his body. He had piercing blue eyes that she could stare into forever. But she knew he wasn't for her. James was too serious and grown up for her. She felt bad because she knew he had a crush on her, but she didn't want to get into a relationship right now. She found out from her previous boyfriend that since they were in a "relationship" he expected sex. He didn't know that she was actually saving herself for marriage. Well, that had ended that and she knew she couldn't have a relationship with James because he'd expect her to get intimate with him, too. Clara knew he also wanted something permanent and to settle down, but she definitely wasn't ready for that either. "There was no order placed here," James said, shaking Clara out of her thoughts. No, she didn't hear correctly... did he say... "What do you mean? Well, why are we here then?" Bad feelings started to course through her. James licked his lips and stared at her, "It's my house. It's going to now be yours too. Our home." He couldn't wait to get her into their bed. "What the... James, look, that's really sweet but I need to go to my home, back in the city..." She trailed off as he started to chuckle. James got out of the truck and came around to help her out. He opened the door and pulled her resistant body out of the car. Closing the door and pressing her up against the side of the truck he said "You're never going back to that apartment. Actually, you no longer even own it. I already called your landlord and told him this was your last month. He said that was fine, that he had a couple that was interested in moving in. I had your things moved here and he said they were going to move in during the next couple of days. Problem solved." He grinned down at her triumphantly, having successfully trapped her with him. Clara stared at him in horror... how dare he do this? What gave him the right to meddle in her life? He wasn't a part of it! His eyes suddenly turned cold and he tightened his grip on her. Shock had made her accidentally speak out loud and what she had said pissed him off. Shaking her, James said in a low, deadly voice, "You had better believe I am a fucking part of your life. You are mine Clara. I had every right to "meddle", you belong to me! Mine! I'm tired of your bullshit excuses about why you can't date me. You'll stay here with me because I want you to. Understand? Play time is over, Clara!" Before she could say anything, his mouth swooped down and crushed his lips against hers in their first kiss. It was a mixture of anger, madness, love, obsession, and punishment. He tasted so good, and even though he was rough, she moaned into his mouth. Hearing her mewling cries made embarrassment wash through her. She tried to push him away, moved her head from side to side trying to dislodge his lips. This just made him angrier. He tunneled his hands through her hair and held her still. Plundering her mouth with his tongue until he got his fill of her. Pulling back he whispered, "You taste so damn good Clara. I wonder how good you taste here." Sliding his fingers downer her body, her started to rub her pussy through her shorts. "Get. Off. Me.!" She shouted. Clara stared bucking and thrashing, trying to throw him off her. Picking her up, he carried her like she weighed nothing and took the steps two at a time. Opening the door, he didn't stop and pause for her to get a chance to look around and get her bearings. Strolling down a hallway, James held her closer to his chest to lessen her struggles. She was screaming that he put her down, threatening bodily harm to him when he let her go. Amusement crept into his eyes as he listened to her tire herself out. By the time they got to his personal wing in the house, Clara had stopped struggling and was biding her time, waiting for her chance to escape. Stepping into his master bedroom, James put Clara down. She immediately crossed to the other side of the room, moving as far away from his as possible. James locked the door and then turned to her. "Come here Clara." "Let me go home James, I swear I won't tell anyone what you were going to do." He shook his head. "Come here Clara. Now. Now, or it will be worse for you." Slowly she inched further away, "James please, what do you want from me? I never did anything to you! Just let me go home," she pleaded. Stalking her across the room, he was suddenly on her. Picking her up and throwing her onto the bed he settled himself on top of her before she could roll off. Immediately, she started throwing her arms and caught him in the chin. Grabbing her wrists he pulled them over her head and tightened his hands around them brutally. He tore her shirt off leaving her in a lacy white bra. Reaching over to the side table he pulled two silk ties from the drawer. Tying her wrists wide and to each bed post he leapt off the bed and admired his handiwork. "James, please don't do this. If you care for me you'd let me go." Her eyes pleaded with him to let her go, but he couldn't, she was imbedded into his skin. She was as essential as breathing, and he would fuck her until she felt the same about him. "You're so beautiful Clara. Beautiful. And your mine! No one will ever touch you again like I am going to Clara. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you will forget about any bastard you had before me." Hearing this Clara started to softly cry. "No tears, love. I'll make it so good for you baby, and you won't want to leave me. We're going to be together forever. You're not leaving me Clara! Ever!" "You sick bastard. My family will come looking for me and then you'll be arrested! I hope you enjoy this because you'll regret it." She glared at him. "I hate you." All of a sudden James was there and the back of his hand collided with her cheek. For a second she couldn't think or say anything. Hit for the first time, and hard, by a man. Anger, hurt, and fear swirled in her eyes when she looked at him for an explanation. "Never say that again. You don't hate me. Even if you aren't ready to admit that you love me, don't ever say that. It's not something you are allowed to say and if you do you will be punished." His chest was heaving in his anger. "I...I'm sorry James. But please just let me go... I swear I won't tell anyone..." "Shhh, baby. You aren't going anywhere." He set a knee on the bed quickly ripped off her shorts and tied her ankles to the bedpost at the end of the bed in a spread-eagle pose. "And as for anyone coming to look for you, that won't happen. Two weeks ago, I put my two weeks notice in, and faked one for you. Your last day was today. I told them you didn't want them to say goodbye to you, that it would be too hard, so it was kept from you." Stepping back he took his own clothes off. He took a minute to stare at his Clara in only bikini underwear and a bra. "You told me you don't talk to your family, remember? So there's no one Clara, no one in the world to come here and try to take you away from me. You are mine. Mine to do whatever I wish to, forever." James couldn't take his eyes off of his Clara. He bent down and took her mouth with his, tasting her as he unsnapped her bra's front clasp and let her breasts fill his hands. He let his lips trail down her neck to fall on her breasts like a starving man. He nipped, suckled, and pulled at one of her nipples with his teeth, while one of his hands plucked and rolled her other nipple. Clara's head swam in a haze of lust and denial... No, no this isn't happening. It shouldn't feel this good! She didn't even notice as his one free hands traveled over her smooth stomach to push her panties aside and slip a finger into her, feeling her wet cunt tighten around his finger. Moaning, she let out these little mewling sounds that drove him crazy. "James... please..." She was sobbing that he stop, crying out at his touch and begging him to never stop. Inserting another finger, James gently tried to stretch her to get her ready for him. James was on his knees, between her spread thighs and wanted more, all of her. "God you feel so damn good baby. I'm going to eat you up Clara." With that he threw her legs over his shoulders and speared her cunt with his tongue. After tongue-fucking her for a few minutes he bit into her clit, making her buck beneath his mouth. "Pleeease, James. I can't do this." Clara was panting, tossing her head from side to side, trying to not feel the pleasure that he was giving her. All of a sudden she exploded and could only keep her eyes shut tight and silently gasp for air. "You're so wet for me Clara. I'm going to slip right in." James crawled up her body until he was covering her completely. Clara snapped out of the afterglow and started struggling against her bonds even harder than before. Eyes so wide open that they looked like they took up her whole face she begged, "No James. I'm saving myself for someone that I love and who loves me. I wanted to wait until marriage. Don't take this from me." She tried to buck up and get him off of her. "I won't let you do this to me!" She shouted struggling and moving her hips, until she realized that she was rubbing herself against his cock and making him even hotter for her. Holding his huge cock to her cunt, he said, "You. Are. Mine. As soon as I'm sure that you can be trusted to not run away or do something stupid, I am going to marry you. We're a forever thing Clara and you are never allowed to deny me." With that he started to push his cock into her. Oh my god, she thought, he's going to rip me in half. Clara didn't think she could take all of him, but he still thrust into her until he met her thin barrier. "Mine" he growled and plunged through, making her cry out in pain. The tears felt like they'd never stop, couldn't be forced to stop. He's too big... it hurts..., oh my god, was all Clara could think. "Please..." she whimpered. "What baby, what do you need?" "Please... stop. It hurts." She looked up at him with such hope that he would. With a bark of strained laughter he bent he head and licked one of her tears. "No Clara, I won't stop. I'll never stop." Looking down at her, James thought he was the luckiest man in the world. Under him was his beautiful Clara, offering him the most precious gift she could give him. He loved and hated her mixed expression of pain and pleasure, loved being her first. "Come, Clara. Let me feel you come with me." He reared up and started stroking her clit in rhythm with his thrusts. Each thrust got longer, harder, and faster. Clara was gasping, crying out hoarsely. Before she knew it she was imploding and her climax burst inside of her. She felt James cum in her and each load felt like another thrust. James fell on top of Clara and held her in his arms while they lie there trying to breathe. He leaned forward and got her out of her bonds, tunneling his hands through her hair. James stared down at Clara for a long time until he bent down and kissed her, relieved when she cautiously responded back. "You know what this means now don't you Clara. I won't let you go. You belong to me. I love you and won't let you leave me. Choose Clara, the easy way or the hard way." "James..." Clara was confused. She thought he'd rape her, which he did, but she thought he'd be brutal and uncaring. He had hurt her, but that had been unavoidable. James had given her intense pleasure, loved her and wasn't going to let her go. Her feelings were so jumbled that she actually felt that she liked him, maybe even... loved him! "Choose, baby." He started rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. "You're mine either way. I don't want to hurt or punish you, but I will if you defy me and try to leave. I won't let you. Choose Clara." He bent his head down and took her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue back and forth. James wanted her so badly that he thought that he could keep her against her will. But he wasn't sure that he could do that if she really couldn't learn to love and want him. "You..." she whispered it so low that James almost didn't catch it. "What did you say Clara?" He glanced up, feeling hopeful, but stilled played with her, switching nipples. A little stronger, louder she said, "You. I choose you." She closed her eyes and let the pleasure that his teasing brought her wash over her. Looking up sharply he asked, "Why. Why are you freely choosing me?" He was afraid of her answer, but needed it, almost as much as he needed her. "Because..." She was silent for a few minutes her head turned away from his. Turning to look at him, he saw something he had only dreamed he'd see. With a watery smile she said "Because, I love you James. Probably have since I started working at that dumb pizza shop. I just wish you could have asked me out in a more traditional way." "Oh but Clara, I wanted so much more than to date you. You're going to marry me tomorrow, before you change you mind on me. This is your new home Clara. Our home. I want to start my life with you. Starting now. Marry me Clara, and make my life worth living." He looked at her with such love and adoration that she wondered why she had never seen it before. "Yes, James. I love you. Yes" She was laughing and crying, wrapping her arms around his neck, ready to start her life with this handsome man. "And you're quitting that job. No wife of mine will work when she can be home tending to my needs." He wiggled his eyebrows and swooped down for another kiss, both of them glad that he had taken her home. Special Delivery It was a day like any other, or so I thought. I woke up early, hit the shower, and went about my morning routine. I left for work, and put in a long, full day. By the time I got home that night, the last thing I felt like doing was going out for the evening, but I'd promised a friend of mine that I'd go to her housewarming party that night. So, I had a nice, long shower, put on a dress, did my hair and makeup, and pranced out the door about twenty minutes later than I'd planned. What can I say? The shower felt good! I got to Sarah's house and noticed that, as usual, I was the last one to arrive. Things were already hopping, the music was loud, drinks were flowing, and nobody seemed to even notice me slipping in the front door. I made my way to the kitchen and helped myself to a vodka cooler from the tub of iced drinks on the kitchen table. I stood there and surveyed the party, not ready to jump in and mingle just yet. I scoped out Sarah, and made my way over to her and her husband, Chris, to say hello. "I'm so glad you could make it!" Sarah said to me. "There's someone I want you to meet!" She steered me over to a small group on the living room sofa, and introduced me to two women and a guy. "These are my co-workers, Meesha, Leela, and Steve." "Nice to meet you all," I said, surveying the situation. Steve was smoking hot! Dark hair with just a little grey, gorgeous green eyes, and the best smile. He was pretty well built, with strong arms, a firm chest, and if I'd had to guess right then and there, a pretty tight six pack, too. I definitely approved! Sarah excused herself to get back to her guests, and the girls went back to their conversation. I made my way back toward the kitchen to retrieve my drink from the counter, and when I turned around, Steve was standing close behind me. We almost bumped into each other, and he came pretty close to wearing my drink all over his shirt. I wondered to myself how he'd look with a wet shirt sticking to his perfectly chiseled chest. "Hi," he said to me. "Hi, yourself" I replied. Smooth, I thought to myself. So smooth. We stood there talking to each other for about ten minutes, about the weather, how I knew Sarah and Chris, what a nice new house they had, what he did for a living (he was a delivery driver for Fed-Ex while he put himself through school, which made sense since Sarah was a dispatcher and they were coworkers), and various other small talk. I kept staring up into his gorgeous green eyes, and wondering how his lips would feel against mine. It's been about three years since my engagement to my ex had ended, and I hadn't been with a man since. How could I not notice how gorgeous this creature standing next to me was? We flirted for the rest of the evening, but nothing really seemed to come of it. I left the party feeling quite disappointed, but not really surprised. I was wishing he would at least have asked for my number, but I guess I just wasn't his type. I don't know who's type I really am, actually. I have long, reddish brown hair that reaches just above my waist, vividly green eyes, and I stand at 5'8 inches. I'm slender, large breasted, and have an hour glass figure. My mother always told me that I had a "classic" body style, whatever the heck THAT means. Men don't really seem to look at me the way that they look at busty, leggy blondes, but I keep hoping that some guy, somewhere, will take one look at me and have to have me. In the meantime, well, I have my vibrator, and a massaging shower head, and a better sex life than I had with my ex-fiance. I took out my sexual frustration on my vibrator that night, and all the while imagined it was Steve who was working his magic on me, not some small battery operated piece of silicone. The next day at work, things were a little hectic. We had a bunch of orders that were due to be delivered the next day, and our usual delivery driver hadn't been by to pick them up. I was on the phone to his head office complaining, when Steve walked in the door! Apparently our usual driver was out sick, and Steve had taken over his route for the day. Talk about a coincidence! As he walked in the door and saw me sitting at the front desk, he got this huge smile on his face. I did, too, at the sight of this gorgeous man walking toward me. He filled out his uniform marvelously, and it left little to the imagination! "Hi again! I'm here to pick up some packages. Are they ready to go?" he asked me. I replied that yes, they were, and led him to the back storage area, where the packages were. He followed me into the room, and closed the door behind us. I turned around at the click of the door settling into its frame. "Oh, you can leave that open" I told him. He took one look at me, and in a flash, had me pinned against the wall, his rough lips on mine, his tongue searching out my own. With a gasp and a sigh, my tongue searched out his, and our reward was found. We circled our tongues together, each probing, asking for more, as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. I moaned and melted my body against his, my arms reaching around his neck, and grabbing fistfuls of his silky hair. The kiss seemed to last forever, but ended much too soon. "Sorry," he gasped as he released me. "I wanted to do that last night, but we were never alone. Sarah was trying to set me up with Leela, and I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by making an obvious move on you in front of them." "There's no need to apologize," I breathed. "Really, no need at all. I was hoping you'd do that last night, too, but I just figured you weren't that into me." With that, he leaned in again, his mouth gently finding mine, our kiss more gentle, yet full of passion. "How could you think that?" he asked. "You are so beautiful, and if we'd been alone last night, trust me, you wouldn't have gotten any sleep!" My heart skipped a beat at his obvious innuendo, and I felt a slight moisture beginning to pool in my loins. "In fact, does this door lock?" he asked, pointing back to the entry to the storage area. I walked over and flipped the latch on the door, locking me in the room with this gorgeous man. My heart skipped a beat as I walked back to where he stood, waiting. He pulled me into his arms, his mouth on mine, and I felt the twitch of the bulge in his pants. Oh, God, it's been so long. Is this actually happening? My mind began to race, and then I couldn't think at all as his mouth trailed across my cheek, my jaw, and down my neck, where he found that tender spot that made my knees buckle. As he gently kissed and licked my neck, I began to gasp and quiver with delight. My pussy was getting wetter by the second, and I could feel his cock growing, straining to get out of his pants. His hand reached out and brushed over my left breast, his thumb probing and brushing against my hard, erect nipple. He took his other hand and began to unbutton my blouse. As each button was released, his fingers gently brushed against my flesh, sending bolts of electricity down my spine. I reached out and pulled his shirt over his head, gasping with delight at how firm and sexy his body was. Finally my blouse was unbuttoned, and he pushed it off my shoulders. His mouth followed his hands as he pushed the thin cotton off my body, kissing each inch of newly exposed flesh. My hands roaming over his chest, I found the buckle of his belt, and unthreaded it from his pants, pulling it out and leaving it in a coil on the floor. I found the button and undid it, and slid the zipper down low. I pushed his pants to his ankles as he removed my bra, and as I stood back up, his mouth found my nipple and his tongue left hot circles on my flesh as he nibbled and sucked on my erectness. I gasped with delight, and began to gently moan. I reached out, and felt his hard cock straining against his boxers, the thin material hiding nothing of his bulging meat. I pulled his boxers down, grasping his cock in my hands, and dropped to my knees. I put his cock on the tip of my tongue, and tasted the salty pre-cum that had escaped. Then, I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, gently running my tongue up and down his shaft and in circles over the head. He was so huge, at least 8 inches, and so thick. My mouth couldn't take him all in, but I did my best, and soon he was moaning and thrusting his hips, and his cock was thrusting deep into my throat. He let out a loud groan, then grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me up onto my feet, pressing his mouth to mine, and we kissed, the taste of his cock mingling in our mouths. As he kissed me, his hands reached up under my skirt and peeled my dripping wet panties from my hips. They dropped down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I reached for the clasp on my skirt, and he stopped my hands. "Leave it on" he whispered. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up onto the lunch table. Pushing me back with one hand, he spread my legs open with the other, and began to lick my wet, swollen cunt with his hot tongue. It took all of about twenty seconds of his tongue probing my slit before I felt my orgasm ripping through me. I screamed out in pleasure, thrusting my hips up and pushing my throbbing pussy into his face. He grabbed my clit in his teeth, and gently nibbled, sending me straight over the edge, and leaving me a gasping, quivering mess. He stood over me then, his cock pointing exactly where it wanted to go, and he took a step forward. He grabbed both my legs with his hands, and lifted them straight up in the air. I lay on my back, my feet straight up, and he positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I moaned and begged him "please, Steve, fuck me!" With that, he dove into me, all of him, straight into my tight, wet pussy, and I screamed again from the amazing sensation as my pussy stretched and stretched to accommodate every inch of his glorious cock. "Uhhhhhnnnn" I moaned, and he pulled all but the head of his cock out of me, and then thrust back in again. "Oh, GOD, that feels SO good!" I moaned, and he started to establish a rhythm. Soon, he was thrusting in and out of me, his balls slapping against my bare ass, his cock filling every bit of me. I came again as he fucked me like this, and as I was coming down from my climax, he released my legs and leaned over me to kiss me. "Did you like that, baby?" he asked me. All I could do was moan a quiet "yes." I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he stood in front of the table and shoved his hard cock back into my throbbing, empty pussy hole. I began to gyrate my hips and thrust my pussy onto his cock as he was thrusting into me. We matched our rhythm, and he fucked me hard and fast until his cock suddenly grew very hard inside me. He stopped thrusting his cock, and got a pained look on his face. "Oh, God, baby, I'm about to cum. Can I cum inside you? I'm not wearing a rubber, and you might get pregnant. Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll stop." I got a mischievous grin in my eyes, and I looked straight at him and said "I might get pregnant? Good!" and thrust my hips even harder, rubbing my pussy up and down the length of his hard shaft, milking him, until he could take it no longer. He closed his eyes, and shouted "Oh, Godd!!!!! I'm cuming! I'M CUMMMMING!!!!" His semen shot out of his cock in a thick, steady stream, bathing my cervix with his hot, creamy seed. My womb opened up, and took every last sperm inside. He collapsed on top of me, his semi-flaccid penis slipping out of my cum-soaked pussy, and he kissed my lips, and we lay there, our sweaty bodies entwined as our genetic material fused into one being and settled into my womb for the long nine month journey we had just begun. Special Delivery The loud banging on the front door awoke Katie from her deep sleep she pulled the curtain slightly open and could see a courier van in the driveway. Katie put on her dressing gown and walked to the front door peering through the peephole, standing on the porch was a young man in a FedEx uniform. "Who is it?" Katie inquired. " I have a delivery for a Miss Katie Fitzgerald." Replied the courier. "Just leave it by the door." Katie asked. "Cant do that Maim I need a signature." Demanded the courier. Katie slid the security chain from the door, unlatched the deadlock, and then opened the door. The courier looked directly at Katie's cleavage her pert breasts slightly exposed, she quickly scrunched the front of her dressing gown hiding any exposed flesh. The courier removed his attention from her cleavage and pushed his folder at Katie motioning where she needed to sign, he smiled and turned on his heels turning around as he reached his vehicle. "You have a nice day now." He announced. Nice day thought Katie, my Saturday morning sleep in disrupted by some smart pervert courier guy with that she headed into the kitchen throwing the parcel onto the bench and flicking the kettle on. It was not long before Katie was sitting outside on the decking enjoying her hot coffee. Katie felt the warmth of the morning sun on her body and she allowed the top her dressing gown to slightly open permitting its rays to greet the smooth skin of her pert breast's she titled head back a little forcing her breasts outwards enjoy it's touch. Katie sipped at the last of her coffee and headed back inside to make another cup; whilst she waited for the kettle to boil, she glanced at the parcel and picked it up giving it a shake, Katie made her coffee and returned outside with the parcel. Katie ripped the bag open and tilted the parcel shaking it's contents onto the table, the brown package dropped and a tiny white piece of paper floated down onto the ground, Katie leant down picking up the paper it simply read ENJOY. Katie quickly tore away the plain brown wrapping to discover someone had sent her a sex toy; her immediate reaction was to drop the box back onto the table as if it had some danger element to it. She picked up the FedEx bag looking for a sender's name one could not be found. Katie gulped her coffee staring intently at the sex toy, as she tried to think who would send her such a thing. It wasn't the fact that it was a sex toy that made her feel slightly disgusted it was the fact someone thought she needed it, perhaps it was that slimy young courier, her commonsense took control as she had never met the courier guy before he was just doing his job she told herself. Katie picked up the box and headed into her bedroom grabbing the cordless telephone along the way, her initial reaction was to ring all her friends and ex boyfriends and interrogate each one until she was able to reveal the sender, it was still early and she knew none of them would probably be awake or answer their phones. Katie's curiosity eventually got the better of her she picked up the box and studied it. The Sensational Woman's Wonder Toy the title touted, Katie smiled this will be good she cynically said to herself as she opened the box and shook the contents onto the bed. Katie giggled out loud as the flaccid latex dildo slinked out onto the bed amused at how it looked like a giant worm. Katie opened the instruction book. Step one press button one on the remote control before inserting into vagina. Katie pressed button one and the dildo started to self inflate stopping once it had slightly hardened. Step two insert Dildo fully into vagina leaving cord at base outside for easy removal of Dildo and press button two on the remote control. Katie pressed button two and watched as the dildo inflated to it's full nine inches and it's girth widen to two inches, once the dildo had hardened Katie noticed that the dildo had thick ribs an inch apart increasing in size along the shaft of the toy, the cord at the base now prominent with it's fluorescent pink tiny nodule end Step three once dildo is fully inserted into vagina press button three on the remote, this will secure dildo in place. Katie pressed button three and the base of the dildo inflated a large ring like rib about four inches in diameter, Katie picked up the dildo and examined it she felt gentle pulses against her palm emanating from it. Step four once satisfaction has been reached press button four on the remote control, and remove dildo-using cord attached to the base. Katie pressed button four on the remote control and the dildo instantly became flaccid, just the same as a man she giggled to herself. Katie felt warmness in her pussy; she put her hand against her pussy and was surprised by it is wetness, Katie removed her dressing gown and laid down on the bed, she ran her hands across her smooth breasts and over her nipples her touch making them stand to attention she parted her legs and gently stroked her silky inner thighs with her hands. Katie parted her pussy lips with her finger sliding up and down the entirety of her pussy with ease. She looked over at the dildo next to her and pressed button one on the remote control the dildo slightly inflated. Katie picked up the dildo and slid into her tight hole, she then pressed button two and the dildo started to enlarge Katie pushed the dildo completely inside her, struggling to keep it inserted as each reached it's full nine inches and spread her pussy wide with it's thickness. Katie opened hers legs as wide as she could and pushed the dildo in deep quickly pressing button three, the base of the dildo grew in size and Katie felt uncomfortable as the dildo stretched across her opening. Katie's first reaction was to pull on the cord to remove the dildo, however it would not budge and she then remembered the instructions, pressing button four on the remote control, she waited a few seconds for the dildo to deflate which it didn't, she pressed the button again and nothing happen. Katie started to panic she wanted this thing out of her and started to worry how she was going to achieve this and then in a moment of clarity she got up and walked to kitchen with some difficulty as the large object inside made moving quickly an impossibility, she opened the top draw and rummaged around for a packet of batteries she found them and hastily opened the packet and replaced them with the ones in the remote control. Katie calmed down feeling a little silly about the logical answer to her predicament she pressed the button on the remote and waited, once again nothing happened and fear again raced through her mind. Katie went back to the bedroom and read the instructions hoping she had not followed them correctly, she went through each step one by one and then reversed them and then in frustration continually pressed and held down buttons, still nothing happened. Katie noticed a sentence in small print on the booklet. Please note dildo will self deflate in thirty minutes of operation, if satisfaction has not been achieved simply repeat steps one through to three again. Katie let out a sigh of relief, I just have to wait thirty minutes and be done with it she thought she took looked at her watch and took note of the time. Katie sat upright on her bed trying to comfortably position herself, fluffing up pillows and placing them behind her trying to find some relief from the fullness of the dildo deep inside her. Once she had found a position that gave her some relief she picked up a book and started to read, her concentration only lasted a few minutes as the dildo pulsed inside her pussy. Once again, Katie became agitated, what happens if this thing inside me does not deflate, she thought. Katie walked back into the kitchen and started to pace back and forth, trying to think of the alternatives if the dildo did not deflate would she call a friend or drive straight to the hospital, she became angry at herself for her own stupidity what was she thinking when she did this. Katie glanced at her watch twenty minutes to go, crap she thought and with that Katie plunked her self down onto the kitchen chair, the dildo pushed deep inside her pussy forcing Katie to involuntarily stand up grabbing the table with both hands to prevent her losing her balance. "Fuck." Katie screamed out aloud. Katie took a moment to catch her breath and then gently and slowly sat back down she cupped her pussy with her hand trying to relief the pain she had just encountered. Katie could not believe how wet and swollen her pussy was, with all the panic and distress in Katie's mind the dildo was still working its magic on her pussy. Katie took a moment to sit still to feel the vibrations deep inside her hot cunt, the more calmness she felt the more intense the vibrations seemed to become. Katie's released the tight grip of her cupped hand and slid her finger along her pussy feeling her hardened clit and then down circling the rim of her stretched hole. Katie felt pleasure for the first time since she had inserted the dildo some ten minutes before, her mind and body finally in unison with each other. Katie opened her legs as wide a she could and slowly pushed her pussy hard down onto the seat forcing the top of the dildo to touch her deeper inside than she had ever felt before. The tip of the dildo pulsated against the top of Katie's cunt and she felt her swollen clit throb against the polished wooden seat. Katie grabbed the edge of the dinning room table with clenched fists as her hips rocked back and forth, her back arched pushing her body forward on the chair as her orgasm screamed through her body, the sensation of her clit throbbing against the hard surface sent another fiery orgasm through her. Katie slowly released her grip on the table as her body calmed down and after a few moments, she stood up, gingerly as her knees still trembled from the intensity of the dildo's pleasure. She glanced at her watch she could not believe that only five minutes had passed and that she still had to wait another fifteen minutes before the dildo would supposedly deflate she pressed the button on the remote once again with no result. Katie finally succumbed to the fact she would have to wait out the time and hope that the dildo would comply with the manufacturers statement and deflate. Katie felt the sudden urge to pea the effects of the morning coffees and the large dildo inside her put pressure against her bladder. Katie sat down on the toilet just in time as her gold fluid released itself, the quickness of the flow and the relief of fullness within her bladder sent a strange feeling through her body, and once again the pulsating of the dildo became prominent. Katie decided to lie down on her bed eager to drift off to sleep making the time pass quicker and to hopefully wake up with the dildo deflated inside her. Katie closed her eyes trying to ignore the pulsation deep with inside her swollen tender cunt. She rolled over on her side thinking that the rhythm in her pelvis would be less exaggerated to her dismay it didn't, her position made the dildo move inside her and put uncomfortable pressure against the left wall of her vagina, she returned to lying on her back. Katie placed her hand between her legs, touching her drenched pussy in an attempt to give some comfort to her engorged clit and swollen pussy lips, she gently caressed her fingers along the inside of her sticky lips, and momentarily felt relief from her touch. The fullness of the dildo inside Katie's pussy had kept her clit from it's cover pushing it out to it's fullest extent, exposing it's sensitivity for the last twenty minutes, Katie ran her finger around the edge of her hardened clit trying to avoid any direct physical contact, she was sexually exhausted and believed her body could not reach another orgasm. Katie moved her finger down to her stretched filled hole and traced the edges of it, her finger gliding easily around soothing its taught ness. Katie's finger entwined with the cord attached to the base of the dildo and she grabbed it with her finger and thumb and enjoyed the feel of the nodule tip. She placed the tip against her hard clit applying gentle pressure with her thumb, Katie's hips lifted of the bed briefly from its touch, allowing Katie to slide her other hand underneath her buttocks and push the dildo in as deep as she could take into her cunt. Katie stroked the nodule tip against her clit the ends of the silicone nodes fondling every part of her swollen sensitive pink love button, Katie felt her pussy muscles tense around the huge long dildo, she felt her clit start to thump and her pussy muscles contract. Katie fingered her clit faster and faster her pussy responded contracting quicker and quicker around the dildo, finally Katie's back arched pushing her pert tits upwards her body lunging forward out of control as wave after wave of pleasure filled her pussy as multiple orgasms exploded within her, finally Katie spent and exhausted drifted off to sleep. The loud banging on the front door awoke Katie from her deep sleep she pulled the curtain slightly open and could see a courier van in the driveway; she sheepishly looked around for the dildo, and could not find it. Had it all been a dream? Special Delivery Starting from my mid-teens, I discovered I had a growing fascination with having sex with another man. Although I'd always considered myself straight, the thought of having a huge cock fucking me in the ass or spraying cum down my throat was at times inescapable. However I remained wary of actually acting on these fantasies. I was open to very few people about my bisexuality, and didn't really want to just do it with a stranger that I could meet through the internet. I often thought that I'd never really have the courage to go through with my fantasy - until one day the perfect opportunity presented itself. I had just moved back home after graduating from college and was living with my parents. Living with them wasn't so bad, but I did enjoy when they went away every weekend to our lake cabin. The weekend of their anniversary they left as usual, but because my mom wasn't able to get off work early, they took both of our cars. Our house was in the middle of nowhere, and while I did have friends who could pick me up, no one was available that night. I was stuck at home with nothing to do, and more importantly, nothing to eat. I pulled out the phone book and ordered a pizza from the local delivery place. While I was waiting for the pizza, I pulled a beer from the fridge. Considering my empty stomach and the time it took for the pizza to arrive, the two beers I'd drank had me feeling a bit tipsy. When I heard the delivery car pull up I sauntered over to the door and opened it. Usually the delivery driver was a older woman on the plump side, not really my cup of tea. But the driver this time was a handsome black man, probably around 40 and quite muscular. He smiled at me and asked how my night was going. "Oh pretty good," I replied. He glanced inside the house and noticed the two empty beer bottles sitting on the counter. "And are you behaving yourself young man," he said with a chuckle, "or are being a bad boy?" "Trying to behave myself, I guess." He laughed again. "Well, I suppose trying is better than nothing." He handed me the pizza and told me it would be $18.61. I pulled out a twenty and told him to keep the change. I apologized for not having more to give him as a tip, but he told me not to worry about it. But it didn't feel right giving him a tip that was only a little more than 7%. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his knowing grin, but I felt comfortable around this guy and in a split-second decided to make my move. "How about I suck you cock and we call it good?" I purred in my best porn star voice. He looked shocked at what I had just asked and was speechless for a good few seconds. "Um...what? Are you...seriously?" "I couldn't give you much of a tip. Why don't you give me some of your tip." I couldn't believe that I'd just come up with that, but he smiled and seemed intrigued. He looked around, saw that there were no other houses in sight, and wordlessly stepped inside and closed the door. I led him into the kitchen and as soon as I'd set the pizza down and turned around, he grabbed my body and started kissing me passionately. I was tentative at first but soon let him stick his tongue into my mouth. I'd never really fantasized about doing anything sensual with a man, but the feeling of a strong body dominating me was exhilarating. I rubbed his back and shoulders as he grabbed my ass with both hands. As we pressed against each other I could feel his cock growing in his pants. After about 5 minutes of this, I knew I was ready to go. "Come on, we should get a little more comfortable," I said, leading him into the living room. He quickly took off his shoes, socks, and shirt, while I stripped off my socks, shirt, and jeans, and stood in front of him in just my boxers. As he sat down on the couch he told me to get on my knees and unzip his shorts. I did as I was told. After I pulled his shorts and underwear off, I grabbed his erect penis and started jacking it off. It was probably 8 inches and thick, everything I'd always dreamed about. Although I'd never done anything like this before, I all seemed to come so naturally to me. I continued rubbing his cock and kissed his chest, steadily moving downwards towards his crotch. I spit on his thick member and took the tip into my mouth. I then started to lick it from balls to tip, and he groaned in approval. However, when I tried to take more than a few inches of his cock in my mouth, my gag reflex kicked in, and after a few minutes it became apparent that it was going to to be hard for me to get him to bust a nut. "I'm so sorry, it's my first time-" "Hey I understand," he said, "we all have a first time. Why don't you show me that cute bubble butt I know you got in those boxers." I hadn't expected things to go this far, but at this point I was willing to try anything. My cock sprung up as I dropped my boxers to the floor, and then I turned around so that he could see my ass. He started off by rubbing my cheeks and then stuck a fingers inside to massage my asshole. I was getting so horny and he could tell. "You want this inside you?" "Fuck yeah," I said with a sneer, "I want all of it." With that I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. As we entered the bedroom he picked me up and threw me on to my bed. He then crawled between my legs to finger and rim me until my ass was ready to take his thick cock. When he asked if I was ready to take it, I nodded breathlessly. He eased it in, allowing my asshole to take an inch at a time until all 8 inches were in. I moaned as he then starred pumping his cock in and out of me. It hurt, but the pain felt so right, so natural. After fucking me in the missionary position for a while, he flipped me around and started doing me doggystyle. I also rode him on top and had him spoon me - he clearly had a lot of experience and knew how to hold his load. I finally came while we were spooning, sending cum gushing all over my sheets. "Oh shit, oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed. Hearing these words made me get on my knees and grab his cock. A few pulls on it shot cum all over my face and into my mouth. We were both exhausted and gasped for air after he finished. Just as I was going to suggest we cuddle for a while, he jumped up and ran downstairs. "I'm sorry man, I gotta go. I'm probably gonna get fired for taking so long." As soon as I had made it downstairs he was in his car, pulling out of the driveway. I was disappointed, but I knew I would be ordering a pizza every weekend from now on... Special Delivery What a productive morning! The promise of a visit at noon had motivated him. Unfortunately, this meeting with the marketing team was going over time. He chewed at his lower lip as the minutes slipped by. His phone buzzed at 12:30, and the receptionist relayed his message. His breath caught in his throat as he listened. She was here. The four people of the marketing team sat around his desk, waiting for him to continue the meeting. Unconscious of his tapping pencil, he sat staring at his desk. One woman cleared her throat, and his head snapped up. He had to make a decision. "Um, guys? I need to take a time out," he told the group. "Oooohhh," groaned one of the men. They had been hoping to finish soon. "What time do we have to come back then?" asked another. For just a moment, his eyes widened in surprise. Just as quickly, he blanked his face back into a neutral expression. Come back? There was an afternoon? Unbidden, thoughts of an entire afternoon with her came to mind. He shoved them away. "One - uh - one-thirty ought - ought to do it," he answered. Embarrassed to be stammering, he added briskly, "See you then?" A reluctant chorus of agreement followed as everyone gathered up papers and left. Standing alone, behind his chair, he gripped its back. He willed his heart to slow. It paid no attention. Inhaling deeply, he walked across his office and out the door. Five more steps brought him to the reception area. His visitor sat waiting in a chair, a slim package in her lap. Her eyes eagerly examined the activity in the bustling office. She's probably taking notes in her head, he chuckled to himself. She saw him two seconds after he appeared, and she carefully held her smile to a mild response. He saw her eyes light up, though. She felt more than she let the world around her see. "Want to come in a minute?" he gestured to his office. The corners of her mouth lifted, but all she said was a soft, "Thank you." He smiled to hear the cheer in her voice. He'd forgotten that about her. As she stepped past him towards the office, his hands felt drawn to her. But he kept them at his sides. He followed her, back the five steps to his office. Once inside, she walked to his desk and placed the slim package on it. He closed the door, muting the agitated sounds from the large outer office. Her back was towards him, and his eyes traveled from the tumble of long, brown curls down the length of her body to the comfortable shoes she wore. Pants, he thought. It must be cold outside. He hadn't seen her in pants before. He firmly quashed the twinge of regret that flowed through him. A skirt offered unique opportunities. For half a second his thoughts escaped his control. He leaned his back against the closed door, for a bit of additional support. How had he let himself be talked into this, he wondered? She had asked to meet him briefly, just long enough to give him a gift. Each of them knew that was only an excuse. A package could be sent by courier. But no courier could carry the sight of another's face. No package could contain the touch of another's hand. In the exchange of e-mail, however, they hadn't spoken of alternatives. She had asked to bring him the gift. He had agreed. Only a short visit, he reminded himself. He hoped the thought would strengthen him enough to stand away from the door. But when she turned and looked at him, his watery knees weakened further. Despite the ten feet between them, he could feel every stroke of her eyes over his face. If everyone looked at me with such delight, he thought, I'd go through my days walking on clouds. Though he smiled in return, he shook his head ever so slightly. Whatever does she see in me, he wondered? He pulled himself away from the door and approached his desk. She stepped aside, towards the chair for visitors. They met at the front corner. Eyes searching each others' intent, both stood riveted in place. Their smiles faded. Repressed longings filled the few inches between them. Still, neither made a move. Finally, her hands rose slowly towards him, and his hands met hers on the way. Fingers curling within each other, time held motion suspended. Risking movement with her eyes, she searched his face all over again, then slowly leaned towards him. Conflicting desires held him frozen. Helpless, he watched her approach with growing anticipation. Her lips touched his as if to give a quick peck, but they didn't leave. A light, lingering pressure remained, not hesitant, but not insistent, either. Overcome with a tumult of feelings, he stood still, lips barely touched, hands tightening ever so slightly. All too soon, though much too long for a quick peck, she pulled back. His heart sank at the necessary brevity. But her lips didn't quite leave his, not all the way. Instead, she unwound her fingers, still leaning towards him, and let her hands smooth their way up his arms and around the back of his neck. There was no mistaking the intention behind this kiss. All pretense of a business friendship dissolved in their embrace. Timed by the rude objectivity of a clock, it may have lasted less than a minute. Judged by the more accurate intensity of emotions, a month's worth of yearning separation sought expression. Nearly gasping as they stepped apart, she pushed him toward the desk. "Do you mind opening it while I'm here?" she asked, struggling to reclaim a lighter tone. "Sure," he answered politely, feeling doubtful about what the package held. He easily slit the single piece of tape and slid the contents from the envelope. He squinted at the printing, then smiled broadly. "Thank you," he said. She turned to go, and he followed dutifully. Reluctance slowed their footsteps, but obligation pushed them from his office. He held the door open for her. Meaning only to touch her back as she stepped past, his hand slid down her curves. He snatched it away. Studiously, they avoided any touches in the waiting room. They separated. Like a caramel pulled in two, the connection between them stretched. Sticky and persistent, the lengthening strands clung to her, down the elevator, out of the building, and into the waiting city. Special Delivery Our First Encounter I must have the best looking mailman ever. He's cute, sexy and has a devilish smile. We've looked each other over a couple of times and we've innocently flirted with each other. I've always enjoyed the view and the interchange. I've secretly had the most delicious fantasies about him. Imagine my surprise, one day , when I heard him knocking at my door. I opened the door and he told me that he had a package for me that he couldn't fit inside my mailbox. He also asked if he could come inside and bother me for some water. He forgot his inside his truck. I smiled, held open the door and graciously complied. As I came back into my living room, I noticed that he removed his hat and was looking around. I gave him the glass of water and he drank it very fast. There was something very sensual about watching him drink. He then took a handkerchief and wiped it against the perspiring glass. He proceeded to wipe his face with it. It was an extremely hot day. God, I was so turned on. I stood there taking in all of his hot body and I realized he was doing the same with me. We looked up and our eyes met. He stepped closer to me and I to him. He reached for me and took me into his muscular arms. Our lips touched gently at first but then took on a passion of it's own. Before I knew what was happening, we somehow managed to take our clothes off. The temperature in the room was searing and he was oh-so- hot. I couldn't believe when I looked down at him I discovered with absolute pleasure that he had the most rock hard and biggest cock that I ever saw. Oh my! He grabbed for me and pushed me hard up against the wall. There was nothing violent about it. It was just so intense. His one hand gripped my hands in his and he moved my arms up and above our heads. No foreplay was needed for us, just raw, primal sex. Slowly but surely he inserted all of his cock inside of me. I have never felt so full and filled with such utter delight in my life. His cock sprang into action and was pulsating inside of me. I moaned with such pleasure. He was lost in his own need and desire. We found our rhythm with each other and we simultaneously came pretty quickly. It was like a crashing wave of joy and wild abandon. He slowly relaxed his grip on me and we allowed our breathing to slow and our legs to find sure footing. He slipped out of me and we began to recover our composure. He then released his hold on me. He turned to the doorway where his clothes were piled in wild abandonment. He dressed himself and I dressed myself. We couldn't find words to say all that we felt. Just two people filled with delicious contentment and sated desire. He opened the door and let himself out as inconspicuously as he came in. I slowly grinned and realized that this mailman had the best package ever stashed inside his pants. What a delivery did I receive that hot and steamy day! I look forward with anticipation for the next package to arrive. I am sure that it will come soon. Second Time Is The Charm A couple of months passed and it was fall. It was a pleasingly, warm day and the windows in my house were opened. There was a soothing breeze blowing through them. I was feeling a little horny. I decided to pop in one of my erotica CDs and I had my vibrator laying by my side at the ready. I was getting really turned on to the movie and didn't realize that someone was knocking at the door. The knocking grew louder and it woke me from my reverie. I looked out the window and it was my mailman. Hmm? Did he have a package that needed attending to? I opened the door and let him in. He had a devilish grin on his face. Did he hear the audio from the movie? My answer was written all over his face. He glanced at the television screen and his eyes grew wide. He looked at me and nodded his head. He then sat down on the couch and before I knew what was happening pulled off his shirt, unzipped his pants and took his cock out. Oh, yeah, it was as big and gorgeous as what I remembered it to be. He slowly started stroking himself and I watched with fascination and amusement. Well, if he is playing with himself then I should join him. I pulled off my shorts and panties, grabbed my vibrator, inserted it into my pussy and let the buzzing begin. This was a fantasy that I always envisioned for myself. His eyes were closed and his body was pulsating with his turn on. I was getting quite turned on myself. Watching each other masturbate was making the experience even more intense. Before we even realized it, we both climaxed simultaneously. His jizz was all over his chest. I walked over to him, kneeled down and slowly licked him till he was all clean. He smiled down at me, inserted his fingers in my still wet pussy and scooped out my own secretions. He then took his fingers, inserted them in his mouth and sucked on them till all of my sweet juices were gone. Wow, that was hot! He then pulled up his pants, zippered himself up, put his shirt on and walked over to me. He took me in his arms, hugged me and gave me a slow, sensuous kiss. I could taste myself on his lips. We then pulled apart and he walked towards the door, opened it up and walked out. I then realized that I had no pants on, I put them on and sighed. What a warm afternoon and how great it turned out to be! I wonder if there will be a next encounter? Special Delivery Greg heard the door open behind him and smiled, but his eyes didn't waver from the glowing laptop screen on the black desk in front of him. Her plane was right on time. He needed to finish writing this code for work tomorrow, but that was going to be just a bit harder now with the distraction walking in. The door closed heavily and slowly footsteps approached him. His heartbeat quickened knowing she drew near and his mind went fuzzy on his work. Sara stood beside him and, without even looking at him, grabbed the far side of the desk and leaned over to rest her torso on the space Greg had cleared for her to his right. She laid her head down looking away from him and then she waited. He wanted to look at her very badly, wanted to extend a hand to caress an oh-so-soft butt cheek or feel her beautiful flowing black hair, but that wasn't part of the fantasy and he had a job to do. Concentrating on the screen again, Greg breathed slowly and thought about his problem. The half-solution he had been working on required some tweaking and several hidden gotchas needed working around. What he was doing was about as far from sexy as you can get, but still she waited. Twenty minutes later and checking the test results one last time, Greg was satisfied that the code would work, but it didn't feel as elegant as it should be. Too many workarounds cluttered the flow, but he'd looked at the problem for too long now to see anything new. He would review the changes with his colleagues tomorrow, but for now this would have to do. With that, he rolled his chair away from the desk and finally looked over at the woman splayed across the hotel desk. Taking the scene before him in, he swallowed hard. Sara's luscious rump was very close at hand and jutting up perfectly thanks to her red high heel pumps. It was all he could do to stop himself from taking her right then, but she had come a long way for this and he wanted to give her a night she would never forget. Black stockings wrapped her shapely legs and disappeared mid-thigh under her black dress with red highlights. Wanting to know if she was wearing the stockings just as he had asked, Greg let his fingertips touch her left leg just above the knee, then caressed slow circles up her leg. Soon he found the top welt and eventually the stocking ended just short of her groin, just as he had wanted. He longed to see those stockings complimenting her bent-over pussy, but for now he was enjoying playing under her dress, as did Sara. Her body twitched at having his hand so close to her, so he rubbed his fingers into the lace panties over her slit. Immediately she tensed up and pressed back at him, contorting her perfect body on the desk to do so. Pressing harder over her clit worked her up more and he could hear her breathing start to labor. Working his way back down to her opening, he brushed aside the delicate fabric and smeared his fingers into her wetness. His fingers danced around her hole while she tried furiously to take them in. He occasionally flitted his fingers up across her clit to squeals of delight, then suddenly plunged two fingers inside her and felt her instantly clamp down on them with a loud groan. Working his fingers in and out, she responded determinedly in kind, moan volume increasing, until finally she orgasmed and rested again, taking a deep breath. Greg loved everything about getting Sara off, but sadly had occasion to do so rarely. His work as a consultant took him all over the country, but seemingly never close to his distant lover. When she had agreed to fly to him for an extended visit, he was ecstatic. When she agreed to indulge his fantasy while doing so, he was apoplectic. The fantasy began with them selecting an outfit online together. It was important that she be comfortable with it because she would be wearing it on the flight to see him. It took a bit of negotiating, but eventually they agreed on something that was sexy but still wearable in public; a not-too-short dress with decent cleavage, stockings, and high heels. Not at all your typical airplane wear, but then that was the point. Just before leaving for the flight, Sara sent him pictures from her phone and he had to take a moment to thank the stars for his luck. She looked absolutely stunning in her dress and he knew she would turn heads her entire way here. He imagined the gaping looks as she passed through security, the leering stares as she waited in the terminal, and the longing glances as passengers shuffled past her in first class. Taking a cab from the airport, she picked up a key he left at the front desk and came straight to him, to wait just a bit longer. Now this beautiful package was his to unwrap and Greg intended to make this night as special for her as it was for him. Greg had waited as long as he could stand, so he moved his hands to each hip under her dress and hooked two fingers into the band of her panties and slowly tugged down. He pulled the flimsy panties out from under the dress and left them stretched just above the knees of her spread legs. Running his hands back up her firm thighs, he pushed the edge of her dress up and over her ass, revealing the red highlights in the welt of her stockings. Seeing Sara's glistening pink pussy next to those stockings triggered something inside Greg and he frenziedly kissed, then nibbled, then bit her surrounding legs and butt. She moaned loudly for him and he had to have her now. Swiftly he stood, opened his pants, and slid into her as far as he could. She felt so good and warm as she pressed back into him, starting a mini tug-of-war over who could press into who more. Finally he held her hips against the desk with his hands and pulled out, sliding back in to hear her low moan. Back and forth he moved, working his way to a climax while she writhed and whimpered underneath him. Finally sweaty and spent, he slouched back into his chair to survey the situation. If Greg liked her pussy before, he loved seeing it now. Her lips were even brighter from his recent pounding and the mixture of her juice and his cum oozing out of her somehow looked just right with her panties around her knees. He thanked the gods he didn't believe in again as Sara bounced her ass indicating she wanted more. He wanted to do something extra special for her and he had an idea. "I'll be right back," he said as he rose, closed his pants, and moved to the door, grabbing the ice bucket along the way. Sara waited obediently, ass in the air. Greg hurried to the ice machine down the hall, loaded up, and returned to the hotel room. When he opened the door, he admired her again and had a sudden urge to hold the door open. No one else could see her, he wouldn't do that to her (unless she asked), but she couldn't tell from her position. A long silence followed while he let her wonder and she began to twitch, then bounced her ass invitingly. Smiling, Greg finally entered, letting the door shut behind him. Returning to his chair, he set the bucket of ice between Sara's legs. Taking one of the long thin ice cubes in his hand, he touched it gently against the base of her slit and watched her jump. She let out a quick gasp, but moved back against the cube, hesitantly at first, but soon letting it touch her constantly. He responded by moving the cube up her valley, rubbing everywhere as she whimpered at the cold that pained and delighted her. She became particularly agitated as the cube rubbed across her engorged clit and soon the cube was almost melted from her heat. Greg reached for another cube and picked up where he left off. Sara's whimpers grew louder, but she didn't pull away. Moving the cube to her vagina, he inserted one end of the cube and listened to her gasp. Her vaginal muscles contracted and forced the cube back out, so he inserted it again as Sara began to twitch more. Over and over he played this game as she became more excited until the cube was almost gone. Looking at her, he could see the melted ice had run water all down her legs to her panties and he knew he had to have her again. Opening his pants and grabbing another cube, he stood and reached under her ass to tease her again. Sara moaned somewhat disapprovingly; he could see she was extremely aroused and eager for his cock. "Do you want my dick?" he asked and she nodded her agreement vigorously. "Then you shall have it, my sweet," he said and then shoved the ice cube fully into her waiting vagina followed by his almost equally rigid cock. Sara had been trying to stay on the quiet side before, but she gasped loudly at this turn of events. She seemed a bit confused at first, but soon pressed back into Greg and he took that as his signal to start pumping strongly. Soon the cube was melted and he asked simply, "More?" Hesitating only slightly, she nodded her head vigorously and he inserted two cubes this time and pounded furiously as she grew more animated, her breathing and moaning growing in volume while he worked. Again she assented when the time came and three ice cubes made Sara writhe like Greg had never seen before. When Greg stopped again and before he could say anything, Sara finally broke her silence and could only mutter, "My poor pussy." The words cut deeply and Greg instantly wondered if he'd gone too far. Sara had obviously enjoyed the ice play, but there was no doubt now that she was aching from the frozen touch. He hastily retrieved a towel from the bathroom and wiped away the melted runoff from her shivering legs. Removing the panties, he felt the drenched stockings and removed those as well with her high heels. Once he'd freed her of her dress, he picked up her naked body and carried her to the bed, still quivering, and placed her under the sheets. She looked spent and beaten and his eyes watered at what he'd done to this perfect object of his fantasy. Taking off his own clothes, he moved in next to her and pressed against her, whispering, "I'm so sorry, baby. I'll warm you up." Her small hand stirred under the blankets and grabbed his manhood. "Give me this warmth," Sara purred to him. Touched and instantly aroused, Greg moved over her and leaned down, kissing her more passionately than he'd kissed any woman before. Pushing himself into her, she eagerly took him in, craving the heat radiating from his cock. He fucked her slowly, earnestly, and with feeling, moaning in kind with her under the warm blankets. When his warm jizz flowed into her, he couldn't help but press himself hard into her as he gasped for breath. Collapsing on top of her, Greg's mind swam with the perfect evening Sara had given him. Looking at her now, he could see how she glowed with her own appreciation of the night's proceedings. As he caressed the hair from her cheek, she smiled and looked him in the eyes with a longing stare. He didn't know how yet, but he knew he would find a way to spend more time with this lovely, lusty creature. Special Delivery I know I'm like a lot of guys, I have a real fetish for women's panties. I have always enjoyed trying to get a peak at the color and texture of women's panties when they bend over, or are sitting in a chair and their shirt rises up enough to reveal a peak just above their pants. My wife (Diane) says that it is tacky when their panties are visible, but I rather enjoy getting a peak at what they are wearing underneath. Since Diane thinks it is tacky, she very rarely wears panties at all. I know that the idea of her having no panties on is sexy in its own way, but it does create issues for me. I enjoy using her panties to pleasure myself. My exploration into her dirty clothes often leaves me with nothing to use. I would prefer to find two pair, one to enjoy her sexy scent and one to wrap around my cock as I stroke myself. We are both in our mid forties, and we have a great sex life. We are both very open about our fantasies, and we have tried many things in the past. She has a super sexy body for her age, and is gorgeous. I get hard just thinking about her. Unfortunately, I travel for several months at a time, so I have to endure long stretches without tasting her sweetness, or feeling her tight pussy around me. It can be very frustrating. I ask her to wear some panties, and use her vibrator on herself then send them to me so that I can at least taste, and inhale her sweetness that way. She has obliged me, but keeps telling me that since she never wears panties she keeps forgetting. I have jokingly told her that if she won't send me any, she's going to have to start getting her friends to send me some. Truth is, it is only half joking, the idea of her friends sending me their used panties is extremely exciting! When she asks me "Who do you have in mind?", I just play it off, not sure if she is testing me, or if she would actually approach one her friends with this odd request. On my last trip away Diane would occasionally send me a care package, which would include a fresh pair of her panties that she would cum in for me. When I would receive the packages I would of course eagerly go back to my room as soon as I was able, to see what she sent me. Usually I would use the most recent pair to inhale her sweet scent, and then use the pair from before to wrap around my cock so as to feel the soft material that was against her pussy as I stroked myself to orgasm. I would of course prefer to taste her sweet juices, and feel her tight wet pussy around me, but this would have to do until I got home, and I rather enjoyed the anticipation of a new pair for me to use. One day when I was told I had mail, I noticed that it wasn't the normal package that Diane sent to me. When I looked at the return address I noticed that it was from Nina C. Nina is another hot little MILF that my wife goes out dancing with occasionally. We have discussed the possibility of having Nina join us in a threesome, but it has only been a fantasy discussion. I know that Diane would love to watch me fuck Nina, and I'm sure she would like to play with her as well. My mind was racing, what could Nina be sending me? Is it possible that Diane talked her into sending me a pair of her used panties? The day couldn't go fast enough, I couldn't wait to get back to my room to see what was in the package. I noticed that my hands were shaking, and my heart was racing as I finally began to open the package. It's not that I wasn't excited to get packages like this from my wife, but this was different. As I opened it I noticed that it appeared to be what I was hoping for. I noticed two Ziploc baggies with what appeared to be panties in them, and a handwritten note from Nina. In the note she explained that the black thong was what she was wearing to the club when she last went out dancing with my wife. The white cum stain in the crotch was caused by the very erotic discussion she had in the parking lot with my wife, followed by the very passionate make out session they had in her car before they left to go their separate ways. She explained that she was so wet, she had to go home and fuck her husband, Allen. Just the thought of this had my cock twitching. I know how passionate my wife can be, and I just imagined what they must have looked like kissing each other in the parking lot. She went on to explain that the dark blue cotton panties were ones she masturbated in several times the next day while thinking about me using them to pleasure myself. I of course immediately undressed, and laid on my bed. My cock was so hard, and almost throbbing. I opened up the Ziploc, and proceeded to examine these sexy little panties. My mind raced with thoughts of how wet she must have been while she and Diane were making out. I imagined how Diane was probably rubbing her thru the fabric, and wondered how hot and moist she must have felt between her legs. Then I inhaled her aroma, and as I do with my wife's panties I had to breath several hot moist breaths into the crotch to bring her scent to life. Her smell was stronger than my wife's, but so arousing. I used the soft cotton panties to wrap around my cock and stroke myself while inhaling Nina's womanhood from her thong. As you can imagine it wasn't long before I sensed that familiar feeling that I was going to cum. I was very careful to be sure I would not soil the panties wrapped around my cock yet. I would have to use these many times before I got another pair. I was so excited that I shot a huge load of hot cum onto my chest, and stomach. I had to tell me wife about my special delivery, she just laughed and said, "I knew you'd enjoy that, baby." What she didn't tell me, was that Nina was not the only one she had asked to help me out. I was regularly receiving panties from her friends. Some I knew, and some I had to go to her Facebook page to look at. What a wild trip that was. How many wives would do that for their husbands?! As if she hadn't done enough for me. When I returned home, she went out dancing with her friends one night. I am not much of a dancer, so I do not go with her. It is her girls night out event for the week. I do like when she comes home afterward, because we usually have a pretty wild fuck session. This one particular Friday night I was asleep when she got home, and didn't hear her come in our bedroom. I just remember her straddling me, and kissing my neck. As I woke up I could barely make out her silhouette in the darkness, and she whispered in my ear that she had a surprise for me. Of course I wanted to know what it was, and she explained that she had a very fresh pair of Nina's panties for me. That, along with the fact that she was grinding herself into me, was definitely waking my cock up. She went on to explain that I would have to do a few things for her before I got to enjoy them. I of course promised to do whatever she asked. The first thing she wanted was for me to lick her until she came on my face. Being that I love to lick her sweet pussy this was no issue for me. She was still dressed in her short club skirt, and her sexy stilettos that she wears to the club. Of course she never wears panties so all she had to do was straddle my face, which she promptly did. I noticed that she was exceptionally wet, and I went to work on licking her clit the way she likes it. She grasped the head board and was really grinding herself into my mouth, my face was covered with her wetness, it was so exciting. She came so quickly, and came so hard I had to grab her ass to keep her from moving too much. Of course my cock was fully awake and hard by this time. She quickly slid down and stuffed my cock into her hot, wet pussy. She was so wet it slid in with ease. She felt so good around me, and I started to thrust myself up into her. She pushed my hands down, and forced me to quit thrusting into her. She told me if I wanted Nina's fresh panties I would need to do as I was told. I quickly obliged, and awaited further instructions. Diane just continued to ride my cock, using it to pleasure her pussy, and putting on quite a show for me. I was loving it. She rode me for a few more minutes, and really seemed to be enjoying it, and then she said, "OK, you've been a good boy, you can have Nina's panties, but first you have to lick her pussy thru them." I was trying to figure out what she was saying, when I noticed another silhouette approaching from a dark corner of the room. It was Nina, she had been watching all along. At this point they both removed their club clothes, but Nina left her panties on. She is very small in stature like my wife, with very sexy dark features. I was not expecting any of this, but I was certainly enjoying it. Nina climbed up on the bed as she was instructed to do by Diane. Then she straddled my face, and was facing Diane. I was told to start sucking Nina's pussy thru her panties, while Diane continued to fuck me. The two of them began to kiss and fondle each other while I was enjoying Nina on my face, and Diane on my cock. They both seemed to be enjoying each other, and I was enjoying the whole scene. I couldn't take it anymore. I reached up and pulled the wet fabric to the side so that I could tongue fuck Nina. I had to taste her, and feel her wet clit on my lips. I sucked in her smooth lips, and teased her clit until I felt her body start to shake. I knew she was about to cum on my face, so I increased the pressure on her clit. She came so hard, and her moans of pleasure were incredible. Diane could sense that I was about to explode deep in her pussy, so she immediately climbed off, and told me I'd better not cum yet. My wife orchestrated everything from here on out. She had Nina lay on her back, and told me that if I wanted her panties this was the time to get them. So I quickly slid them off of Nina, and stashed in the nightstand drawer for later. Now Diane and I took turns licking Nina. It was very erotic for her and I to taste another woman together. Nina Obviously enjoyed it when she started bucking her hips up into my wife's face as she came again. Now Diane wanted to watch as I fucked Nina from behind, she just sat in the chair with her vibrator and watched. It felt incredible for my cock to go into another woman's pussy, as my hot wife watched and played with herself. Nina told me that she was being bad by fucking me, and that she needed a spanking. I did as I was told and spanked her sweet ass, as I plunged my cock deep into her pussy. The sound of the moaning was making me crazy, and Nina was telling me to fuck her hard, like I fucked her panties. I knew this feeling wasn't going to last long. The sight of my wife fucking herself, and her friend bent over in front of me fingering her clit while I fucked her pussy was making me crazy. I was fucking her deep and hard, I was going to cum any minute. I quickly pulled out my slick cock, and shot my hot load on Nina's back, and onto her dark ass. What a wild night my wife was giving me. I got took a little rest while I watched the two of them play together, then I got to join in again before Nina left. Of course it was very late by the time we went to bed, and we both fell asleep with a smile. I knew that in the morning I still had a little present to enjoy in my nightstand. The First Move [This is an excerpt from a story I have been working on called Special Delivery. I have changed it a little so it can work as a stand alone, basically this part is smutty fluff and who doesn't love that. Oh & I tried to write a naughty scene without using naughty words, review and tell me how it worked out!] The First Move Cassandra and William had met on the first day of college in apartment 5E due to an administrative error that listed him as Willow Hayes. An error he never had a problem with though he had reported it like a gentleman and was put on a waiting list that was then lost due to an administrative error. Both were nearing their 19th birthday but that was wear the similarities ended. Will was a month older, 6' even, with hazel eyes, short black hair and a mixture of nationalities that resulted in gorgeous golden brown skin. Cassie on the other hand fit the definition of the girl next door, 5'5 with shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes and an ample bosom that had a healthy tan on her pale skin. As time went by, well, two months, they had learned to live together even though they were two completely different people. She the only daughter of strict parents and he a life loving jock. In fact his buddies were surprised when he neglected to pledge to a fraternity but seeing his gaze follow Cassie through a room and when he took a pottery class that he was awful at with her they understood. Two more months later Will figured it out and worked all his tried and true methods to woo his flatmate but she just wasn't getting it. Eventually he sat her down and said he wanted to be with her, she just had to make the first move and headed down the hall to his room. Cassie went to her room and attempted to sleep, though after obsessing and fretting for five hours she got up and dressed then headed down the hall after she stopped in the door frame to her friends' room. She slowly pushed the door wider to reveal a slumbering Will. Cassie gasped surprised, her hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide as they took in his massive naked form that filled the double bed. His tanned skin was on display more than ever as she took in his well muscled shoulders and taut back along to the smooshy cuteness of his tush. She looked to his face to check she wasn't caught. Will's long lashed eyes were closed and his mouth was partly open, his mop of bed-head dark hair topped off the look of adorable. Cassie hid around in the hall, torn and conflicted. She had liked Will for longer than he had realised and not believed in his flirtatious nature until the moment he flat out laid down his cards. She snuck back into his room intending to see if he was awake yet, at least that was the excuse she thought of to take another naked peek. Something about that man just made her more daring, more able to take risks. She looked in the room once again and instantly blushed. Will had turned over and was now saluting the ceiling. Cassie instantly blushed as she murmured. "Oh my goodness." But for some reason she just couldn't look away. Drawn as if it were the magnetic pole she edged closer and closer to the oblivious naked sleeper. Crawling into the tiny space between the cold wall and his naked form, she tucked the sundress she was wearing around her legs. She rested her head on his warm chiselled chest, still captivated by what rose before her. Surely its size was wrong, something to do with jock genes because Will was very, very...blessed in this area. From the one time she had caught a peek at an old boyfriend there was a huge difference, as if he was the regular and Will was the supersize. Before she knew what she was doing her hand was out and trying take his measurement. Her tiny hand hovered close without touching only to be joined by the second to get the whole thing. She suddenly noticed how pale she was compared to his gorgeous tanned skin and found she liked the difference. The blonde laughed silently to herself over the situation and looked to Wills face. His mouth was agape and his eyes fluttered with dreams, sleeping away one of his fantasy moments. Cassie smiled slightly at the way he slept and continued discovering male anatomy. She reached out one finger and ever so slightly brushed the tip that was shaped like a mushroom. She was surprised when it throbbed in response, like it had a mind of its own. So enraptured by this strange feature she found she had invoked it several times before remembering to check on the huge guy who was still gently dreaming. Eventually she worked up to brushing the whole tip with her palm, finding the surface extremely soft over the hardness. Cassie licked her palm and rubbed again getting her first reaction from the sleeping giant. A throaty moan escaped as he stirred momentarily, his eyes remaining closed, thrill rushed through her as did nerves. She could just go back out now but he would never know how she felt. But she never moved from that spot by his side. Cassie never considered why she was doing this; it just felt natural, right. She licked her palm again and continued rubbing, holding steady with her other hand she was eventually rewarded with another moan. After a few minutes, moans and rubs later his hand slid from above his head to rest gently at the small of her back causing her to flash a look to his face. Still asleep, some instincts he had! Tired of licking her hand she considered cutting right to it, she leant closer and gently licked the very tip. The feel on her tongue was unique, fleshy but taut, hard but velvet soft. He was deliciously warm in her mouth, like 100 degrees of melted chocolate. Cassie was surprised at how much she was enjoying something she had thought would be dirty. She pushed her hair away from her face as her small mouth enveloped the head, her tongue flicking over the tip, her hands grasping the stem. It was like hands on sex education, she was just moving anyway she liked alternating between rubbing, licking and sucking. By this time Will was sure he was dreaming. He had been having one of his usual fantasies of a certain lady that involved them in the shower but it had shifted to a different often daydreamed situation. But it was so vivid he was sure he could feel every brush of her hand, every lick of her wet tongue. He was almost sure he could feel her resting against him, that he was holding her in his massive hand. His eyes were still closed, trying to cling to the dream. He moved his hand tentatively; caressing the small body he imagined was by his side, enjoying the feel of cool cotton and what she was doing with her tiny hands which were really talented. "mmm Cassie..." The growl escaped him laced in a moan. Cassie was way too into it by now; all thoughts of Will waking up had gone out of her mind so she didn't even acknowledge him mumbling out her name. It was much too fun seeing what sounds and reactions she could induce depending on how she stroked or sucked. A familiar feeling rushed through him and in that moment Will realised he wasn't dreaming anymore. He opened his big dark eyes taking in the unmistakeable bobbing blond. Cassandra Sandsmark was bekittened against him doing things he didn't think she even knew about and he was about to finish all over her. "Fuck, Cassie!!" His voice boomed as his eyes rolled back and closed, his back arching as he bucked and shuddered riding the waves of ecstasy. Cassie hadn't realised Will was awake and definitely had no idea what would happen if she caused an eruption. If Will had seen how fast she moved he would have thought it super human seeing the speed she put forth to avoid the salty white arch that ended sticky and smeared across Will's belly. The extra sleepy giant had felt her move and found he missed her weight instantly. He opened his eyes again expecting to find it empty, that he really had dreamed too hard for once so he was pleased to find the woman still in his room. Pleased but a little confused by how she had planted herself to the wall with a look of shock and surprise that dressed her wide eyed pale face. "Ewwwwwwwwww!!" Cassie finally broke the silence. "Ick!! Ick!! Ick!! Ick!! Ick!!" She repeated while looking at vertical boy accusingly, pulling away when he reached for her. "Get away!! You're Icky!!" Will was so very confused by this girl. He had only been awake for a few minutes and they had been awesome but now he kinda felt like he had done something wrong. "Cass, are you ok?" He asked without moving a single one of his many muscles worried he would scare her. She looked at him, traces of panic still in her eyes. "...I didn't know that would happen!!" Cassie explained. "There was nothing and then there was all this ick." It started out quiet but soon his barking laughter filled the room. "Are you serious?" Will managed to choke out full of mirth. "You didn't know that that was going to happen?" He questioned as he swung his legs off the bed and sat up grabbing a t-shirt from the floor to clean away some of the 'ick'. "I am definitely older than you." He stated as he pulled on some deep blue jean shorts. He looked back at her and finally saw the full picture. She was pouting slightly from the age joke, her hair was tussled and her eyes were vibrant. Then that dress, he wanted to personally thank who ever made that thing because it seemed to be made just for her. It sculpted her waist and accentuated her cleavage, to him it just screamed to want to be touched and my God would he oblige given the slimmest chance. He had always secretly wanted the limited edition Bad Girl Cassie but had he known Good Girl Cassie came with secret stealth suck action he would have changed his mind in a heartbeat. Seeing her in that innocent white dress after doing what she was doing he just flat out wanted her. "Can I borrow that?" Cassie indicated to the green shirt he had used unaware of the spell she had cast. "I have ick on my hands." The enchantment broken he flashed her with his trademark grin. "Sure sure." He reached out with the clean side and gently rubbed her petite hands. "So ...Hi." He finally welcomed her. "Not that I am complaining at all but what exactly was that? Other than the best wake up of my life." Cassie flashed a perfect smile. "The first move." [End of Excerpt] [Thanks for reading!! The ick thing really happened to me the first time I did oral. No one told me that would happen!! I went to a Catholic School.] Special Delivery Dawn was startled by the sound of the doorbell in the middle of the afternoon. It was too early for pick-ups and she hadn't been called by any of her daycare parents. She hadn't heard the UPS truck pull up to the curb because it was "free time" and the children were playing loudly. She quickly made her way to the door and found herself looking at the tall, thin driver dressed in his "summer browns". That is, shorts and a short sleeve shirt. He was holding a clipboard, one of those new electronic ones that captured the recipient's signature onto memory. "I have a delivery for Ms. Dawn Martin" he said, flatly. Dawn peered around him and saw a large box on a handcart. "What's this?" she said. "I didn't order anything". "Don't know Miss", he said, eying her coolly and with the hint of a smile. "Maybe it's a birthday present or something?" he added cheerfully. That's odd she thought. How would he know I just had a birthday? She convinced herself that it was just a coincidence and returned her gaze to the outstretched arm holding the clipboard. His arms were long and athletic, the result of his lugging packages each day. I'd like to "lug his package" she said to herself, thinking about how much she needed to be fucked. As she signed for the package, she tried to think of someone mentioning sending her a gift. She stepped aside and held the door open so the young man could lift the large box off the cart and move it into her house. "It's heavy so it must be worth something." He said with a grin. "You be careful with this and don't hurt yourself on it." he offered as he walked back through the door. That was an odd comment, wasn't it, Dawn thought. She pushed the package to one side and returned to her duties as daycare provider to the 8 children bouncing around the room. "All right you guys, it's almost time for nap time", she announced. Nap time was the one quiet time of Dawn's day. She looked forward to the peace and quiet that it provided however briefly it lasted. It allowed her to sit and rest for a short while and have a moment to herself. At most, she was afforded 20-30 minutes of quiet time but sometimes the babies slept longer and she just allowed that. It was hard enough to keep an eye on the older kids who weren't quite school-age but when you had one or two crying babies; it was enough to push you over the edge. Another reason Dawn liked nap time so much was that it was the only free time she had to masturbate. From the moment she rose to the moment her head hit the pillow exhausted, her day was a whirlwind of activity. By the time she got her own kids to bed, she was often too tired to make the effort. But the middle of the day was something different. She found that it gave her the energy she needed to finish her day with a smile on her face. She found herself subconsciously grinding her clit against the seam of her jeans in anticipation as she waited for her charges to quiet down. Why am I so horny, she thought? It had only been a day or so since she'd "taken care of business" or TCB'd as she liked to call it. She had gotten that phrase from her friend Erica, who was always going on about some guy and his "business", meaning his cock. Erica was her slutty friend who worked at the local Ford dealer and was surrounded by horny young men dying to get into her panties. Erica often found herself in a compromising situation with some young stud's "business" in her mouth or pussy. Soon Dawn took to calling it taking care of business and often found herself humming that old rock and roll song from Bachman Turner Overdrive as she set about her plans to relieve her tension. When the kids were finally quiet enough and all she heard on the baby monitors was quiet breathing, she slipped upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door. She knew she'd have to be quick if she was going to bring herself off a few times. A good day was having time to TCB and cumming. A great day was having a good fantasy to enjoy while doing this and making herself cum over and over. Her personal best with her favorite vibrator was five times but that was a long time ago and not likely to happen today. All she wanted to do was to come once (or twice!) and go have cup of tea before the kids woke up. She reached into the back of the bathroom cabinet, behind the towels and felt her hand reach Whitey. Ahh, Whitey, her faithful companion. No one loved her like Whitey did. Dawn and Whitey had been close companions for many years. She had bought this electric vibrator while in high school and it soon became her favorite appliance. It was getting on in years and she feared what would become of her if it ever broke. She chuckled softly to herself as she pictured herself carrying a still Whitey into a vibrator repair store, to serious young men in white labs coats. Dawn had masturbation down to a science, mostly out of necessity. She never knew if she was going to get 20 minutes of privacy or just 2. So, she didn't ever waste time with this task. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her panties to the floor. She plopped herself down on the toilet seat lid and plugged Whitey into the wall socket beside her. She spread her knees as far apart as she dared and pressed the cold, plastic tool against her pussy and clicked the switch to on. The low, familiar hum of her favorite toy instantly sent a shiver up her back as she pressed it against her clit. God I'm so horny today, she thought. But why? She found her mind wandering to images of naked men and women as she closed her eyes. Mmm, she thought, that's just the right spot. She held Whitey tightly against her pussy and began to feel that familiar sensation building. Whitey could ALWAYS make Dawn cum. Depending on her needs, sometimes she would allow the sessions to be long and slow, other times she would sprint to the finish and cum as fast as she could. Her personal best was a five-second orgasm, but that was on the receiving end of one of Erica's sales stud's tongues, and really didn't count. She let her head roll back and found her right hand cupping her left breast. Oh GAWD, I need to cum, she thought. The thought of sexy young men ran through her mind when suddenly she saw the image of the UPS man in her doorway from thirty minutes earlier. He was so young, with such strong, sinewy arms. Ahh, now she knew why she was so wet when she pulled down her panties. She had been thinking of him and his cock since he had surprised her with his visit. She remembers wondering if he had an especially large package and if she could give him "the business". She clicked Whitey up to high and imagined herself dropping to her knees in front of the young man. She knew he wouldn't object to getting a bj in the open doorway of her home. She unzipped his fly and pulled out a semi-hard cock which soon grew to monstrous proportions. His cock had to be almost ten inches long as she tried to stuff it all into her mouth. She started to lick and suck the head of his cock as she cupped his balls. Whitey continued to buzz away urgently between Dawn's legs as she enjoyed this fantasy. Suddenly, they were both naked as he stood in the open doorway. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft of his cock as he lovingly fondled her tits. One of his hands found its way into her long hair and began to guide her head to suck his dick deeper and faster. She felt his sack tighten as he prepared to shoot his load. Dawn felt her own orgasm coming as Whitey did his job. Her pussy was now soaked and she felt herself sitting in a warm puddle of her own making. She dreamed about this too-large cock in her mouth as she pressed Whitey hard against her cunt. Just as the delivery man's cock began to spurt come deep into her mouth, Dawn felt the first wave of a powerful orgasm hit. It was like a convulsion and she practically winced as it took her breath away. She panted hard as she thought about her mouth filling up with his jizz and held her toy hard against herself until the second orgasm hit and then subsided. I needed that, she thought to herself. Wow. That was a good one. She cleaned up Whitey and tidied up herself and made her way to the kitchen. She almost remembered the large package in the doorway when she heard a baby cry. Oops! Nap time is officially over. Back to work. For the rest of that afternoon, her day was a blur. Between crying and fighting kids, dirty diapers, the phone and other distractions, Dawn was in hectic motion the whole time. When the first of her pick-ups arrived at her front door, she noticed the box for the first time again. Oh yeah, she thought, I still have to see what that is. She slid it more out of the way of the front door, to facilitate the foot traffic of the pickups. The nosy Moms and Dads were always sticking their noses into her home and getting overly chatty as they picked up Junior or Tabitha. Eventually, the house quieted and Dawn got dinner prepared for her own kids. Then there was homework, baths, kitchen clean-up, family time and bedtime. She was exhausted when she finally flopped on the couch with a cold beer. She was about to click on the TV when she spotted the package for the third time today. "Oh Christ", she thought, and pulled herself back up. As she dragged the heavy box into her living room, she grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk. "Let's see what this heavy thing is", she muttered aloud. She cut the tape on the seams of the box and removed the Styrofoam protecting her new possession. There, before her, lay a brown half-cylindrical object, with a power cord coming from one end and a controller. It resembled an ottoman but was too short for that. She reached into the box and pulled out the paperwork that lay to one side. Congratulations! You're the owner on a brand new Symbian Love Master 3000. Think of this as your cushion to ecstasy! She was stunned. She had heard of these before, had actually found pictures online of women riding these, even masturbated to them, imagining it was her in the photos, head thrown back in complete surrender. Who had sent this to her? She returned to the outside of the box for a clue, but there was none. She lifted the heavy device out of the box and put it on the living room floor. She unwrapped the plug and plugged it in, moving the box and packing materials to one side. She looked down at the vinyl covered bump and ran her fingers over it tentatively. She felt her pussy begin to moisten at the thought of this. One end of the device had a raised edge, a bit like a saddle horn. She knew what this was for as she had seen the other women rubbing their pussies up against it. She picked up the heavy controller and looked at the push buttons, 1-10, giving 1 a push. It clicked smartly and a low hum began to emanate from the device. She felt it in the floor too, as she sat there studying this. She clicked the button numbered "2" and the hum got louder, stronger. She placed her hand atop the Symbian and felt the vibrations race through her hand and halfway up her arm. Wow! She pulled her hand back. Fully dressed, she clambered aboard her new toy and sat down. Dawn momentarily considered the open curtains and the fully lighted room but dismissed it. She had no plans to make herself cum right here in front of her nosy neighbors. She clicked the first button again and felt the pleasant vibration between her legs. It was nice, like sitting in one of those massage chairs at Brookstone, in the mall, but not erotic. She scooched her cooch up against the front of the machine but felt little through her jeans. She turned the machine up to 3, then 4 and the machine hummed louder and the vibrations became much stronger. There, now she was feeling something. The seam of her jeans was vibrating right across her clit and she couldn't resist the urge to press against it. "Mmm. That feels nice", she thought. She knelt there, enjoying the sensation, as the vibrations ran from her clit to her ass, making her butt cheeks tingle too. It was like having your ass rubbed while someone ate your pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and pushed up her bra so she could caress her breasts. Ah, that's better. Her other hand clicked the controller again and now the machine's strong current was running all the way through her body. She felt herself losing control, giving herself over to the machine as her pussy got wetter and wetter. She closed her eyes and imagined her last boyfriend beneath her, his cock deep inside of her. She licked her dry lips and imagined impaling herself over and over on his thick member. Soon the waves of pleasure began to overtake her as she ground her cunt against the upraised horn. She imagined herself pulling off of her lover, his cock sliding almost all the way out before she reversed direction, driving him deep into her pussy again. She came quickly and soon after heard a noise from coming from one of her kid's rooms. She shut the machine off and fixed her clothes. She was breathing a little hard as she staggered to her feet. "Wow!" she thought, looking back at the machine, as she crossed the room. From their bedrooms, all she heard was quiet breathing. Phew! That was close! Dawn returned the living room, gave a look out the window before giving the curtain cord a tug and gathered up her new present. She hefted it in two arms and carried it into her bedroom and laid it on her bed. What now, she thought? As she slowly undressed, she gave thought to who might have sent this to her. She thought about her distant and former lovers, the horny daycare Dad who was constantly flattering her and wetting her pussy. He had wanted her to suck his cock while the kids were in the house and was always finding excuses to come around. Dawn let him feel her pussy once or twice and had rubbed his cock through his pants but that was it. She always had kids around, his, hers and she was on good terms with the man's wife and didn't want to fuck this up, no matter how much he wanted to fuck her. Still, he was a good candidate for this and she almost text-messaged him that night. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down and then removed her blouse, still half undone from her fun in the living room. She stood in front of the oak framed full-length mirror and admired her body, in bra and panties. Her bedroom window and shades were open but she didn't concern herself with anyone looking. The closest house was a yard away and the angle was wrong for anyone to look into her room. She sometime imagined the neighbor man peeking at her as she lay on her bed but, by and large, it was almost impossible for anyone to see in, without standing on a ladder right outside her window. Her breasts are large and she unhooked her bra for the first time today, letting them fall free. It was such a relief to have them out in the air. She cupped them and held them straight out to her reflection. "Damn! These are some tig ol' bitties." She loved the way they looked and the way they felt in her hands. She reached down and pushed her panties to the floor and looked at her pussy. It was a little red where her jeans had been rubbed by the Symbian but, otherwise looked okay. She was still wet from her orgasm and slipped a finger between her lips and felt her own lubrication. Dawn took two fingers now and spread her pussy open and looked at it in the mirror. It was glistening and pink and she imagined putting on a show for a male suitor. Her fingers slipped easily inside and she gasped. Dawn turned around and looked at the Symbian on her bed. She'd already cum three times today and didn't want to be greedy but....She walked across the room, found an available plug outlet near her bed and repositioned the Symbian so she could see out her window. She liked to imagine that some stud was out there watching her, beating off at the sight of her masturbating. This was a regular fantasy, when she TCB'd in bed. She'd leave all the lights on, lie on her back, with her legs wide apart and use multiple vibrators and dildos while she fantasized. She loved to think how her sex had control over men. She'd known for some time what men will do at the sight of her pussy. They became sex-crazed animals, unable to control their instincts, usually masturbating at the sight of it. A favorite theme of Dawn's was a man in the closet or the man outside her window watching her have sex. Dawn was a bit of an exhibitionist and would often stand before her windows at night, daring someone to watch her. She got off on knowing that the sight of her voluptuous, womanly body made men stiffen in their pants. One whiff of her cunt and they were hers, doing whatever she demanded. She delighted in the memory of past lovers who she made fuck her in front of open windows. As she switched on the Symbian for the second time today, Dawn thought of her favorite fantasy, being fucked from behind, standing up, tits pressed against the glass of a hotel window before potentially hundreds of voyeurs. She would hold her arms above her head, palms flat against the window, so they could get a good look at her, as her hips rode a cock that fucked her hard, pressing her body against the cold glass. Her nipples stiffened at the thought and her hand found its way between her legs. She turned around and fished through the box the Symbian came in and found a smaller box, tucked into a corner. As she opened it, a packet of lube fell onto the floor as she stood looking at several pink phallic attachments. The largest of all was a large pink cock, at least 10" long. She trembled at the sight of this and immediately selected it for attaching to the machine. It covered the little horn and clicked right into place. She tore open the tiny packet of lube and lovingly rubbed it on the full length of the plastic dong. She immediately thought of the last hand-job she had given and how the recipient had come all over her tits. That was fun! She enjoyed licking the cum off herself and sucking her own nipples. The remainder of the lube found its way to her ready pussy, already warning up to the thought of this new experience. She straddled the Symbian and turned it right up to five. No sense fucking around now, she thought. She knew what the machine was capable of and wanted to have one last orgasm before she dropped off to sleep. She slid herself forward until the plastic phallus appeared to be growing from between her own legs. She laughed inwardly at the sight, thinking how much bigger "her" cock was, than the last one she had sat on. Her fingers traced the tip and she pressed her clit against its shaft. The sensation was delicious! She felt a shudder run up her back. Dawn found that she could slide her cunt up and down the long length of cock by leaning back and throwing her hands behind her onto the bed. She did this for a bit, savoring the size of the synthetic man, loving how her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Soon she was grinding up against the cock feeling the urge to have it deep inside her. She lifted her hips and in one swift motion, thrust herself hard onto it. Sparks exploded behind her closed eyes as the giant cock crashed into the back of her cunt. Never had she had such a large toy inside of her. She winced slightly and lifted her hips again to relieve the pressure. Then she started a rhythmic fucking and soon was taking the entire length gladly. She imagined a stranger standing outside her window watching her fuck and found herself even more aroused. Her hands squeezed her breasts as she rode the giant dick. The vibration between her legs was almost unbearable. As before, Dawn soon found her riding the crest of an unstoppable orgasm. She gave herself over to it and felt herself release a gush of her own cum. The added lubricity just added the enjoyment as she slowed her pace. Her cunt was sloppy with her own juices and she giggled at the sqooshy noises that it made. She clicked off the Symbian and collapsed backwards onto her bed, quickly falling asleep. Special Delivery The next morning, she awoke to the sight of a solitary, pink soldier, standing at attention. "Good morning, sir", she said and executed a smart salute. She pushed the Symbian deep into her closet and made mental plans for that afternoon's TCB session. Her day proceeded normally until the middle of the afternoon. She heard the unmistakable sound of a diesel engine and looked out to see a UPS truck stop at the end of her driveway. She watched from the window as the tall, lanky driver walked to her door, clipboard in hand. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." It was the same driver as the previous day. Dawn felt a twitch of excitement as she recalled her fantasy of him from the day prior. "My name's Kevin and I'm taking a survey on product and delivery satisfaction for both the manufacturer and for UPS. Do you have a moment?" Dawn hesitated slightly but then figured, what the heck? "Were you pleased with your recent purchase?" "Um, yeah..." "Did it give you complete satisfaction?" Sure, several times, Dawn thought to herself. "Sure." "How was the quality of delivery?" "Did the product arrive in good condition, unbroken packaging?" Dawn found herself staring at the driver's pants, where she had noticed an enormous bulge. "What? What was that last part?" she asked. "Did the product arrive in good condition?" "Perfect." She looked up at the driver who was smiling at her and she noticed that he hadn't made a note. "Is there anything else I can do for you today? Her eyes returned to the hard bulge in his pants and she felt herself getting wet. "Well, there is one thing", she said. She reached forward and rubbed the front of his pants, feeling his thick, hard cock through his uniform. He didn't hesitate to unzip his pants and release his giant cock before her. Her hand went immediately to it and stroked it lovingly. "Mmm, she cooed. That's nice. Would you mind if I gave you a tip?" He leaned back against the open doorway, his body blocking the view to the street. He nodded his assent and she dropped to her knees and began to suck his cock. It had grown considerably under the ministrations of her soft hands. Now that it was in her mouth, it grew to its full, enormous length. Kevin's monster dick was at least 9" long and equally thick. As she wrapped her lips around it she imagined how full it would make her pussy feel. She knew she needed to get stuffed by this giant. As she withdrew it, she scraped the head lightly with her teeth and then plunged his cock deep into her mouth again. Her warm hands massaged his balls as she felt him grab a handful of her hair and shove his dick deeper into her mouth. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down the shaft of his cock. She loved to suck cock more than almost anything and she was very good at it, despite being a little out of practice. It didn't take long for the driver reach his climax under her expert tongue. She felt his sack tighten as he prepared to blow his load. He fucked her mouth faster and her tongue danced around the head of his cock. He grunted softly as he began to spurt his salty load. Dawn sucked it down and waited for next wave. He came now in earnest, her mouth filling with his cum. She gulped it greedily, swallowing it all with only a trickle at the very edge of her lips. She continued to suck him until he stopped coming, swallowing every drop of the thick ejaculate. When he was done, she pulled back and looked up at him, knowing that she was going to fuck this stranger. Her cunt was as wet as it's ever been, as wet as if he had already come in it. Dawn stood up, closed the front door and took the stranger by the hand. "We have to be quick". Her charges were all asleep and she had to take advantage of this available and stupendous cock. She knew that at any moment, a baby's cry could terminate the encounter. She led the tall stranger quickly up the stairs to a guest room. His cock was already springing back to life at the thought of fucking her. Wasting no time, she undressed before Kevin. She unzipped her jeans and tossed her shirt over her head. He did likewise and soon they were standing naked together, separated only by his cock. She lay back on the bed and encouraged him with her eyes. He knelt before her and kissed her on the inside of her right thigh. A shiver ran up her back and she parted her legs for him. That was all the invitation he needed and his mouth went right to her pussy. His tongue was long and knew just how to tease her clit. He made tiny circles around it and then flicked at it with the tip. Her cunt was flooded with her own lubrication and she looked down at his erect dick. "Fuck me now, I need you inside me". Kevin's cock was ready and he placed the tip of it on the lovely pinkness of Dawn's pussy. He rubbed the tip up and down her slit, wetting it for easier penetration. Dawn was ready and encouraged him to pierce her with his hard staff. He slid it into her slowly and watched as her eyes got larger as he filled her up. His cock was halfway in when he reversed his direction and began to pump her. Her eyes went from wide open in wonder, to closed in ecstasy. Never had she experienced a cock so large. The way it filled her pussy and slammed into the back of her cunt sent sparks flying behind her closed eyelids. Soon his pace picked up and she began to writhe under him. She began to buck her hips in time to him, effectively doubling the strength of each stroke. His large cock pumped in and out of her, faster and faster. She felt the beginning of a wave of orgasms and focused all her attention on it. "Harder, fuck me harder", she cried. She felt tears of joy well up and soon her first orgasm broke, followed by a shudder and a gush of her own cum. He continued to pump his cock into her and her second orgasm was even more fierce. She felt her cunt spasming on his cock, and soon he was coming too. She felt him stiffen as he pumped her full of jizz. They came together, him squirting come deep inside her. He fell on top of her and began to suck her large, sensitive nipples. With his cock still inside her, Dawn felt herself becoming aroused again. She'd already come twice and here he was, going to make her cum just by sucking her tits! Just then, she heard a cough come over one of the baby monitors she had scattered about the house. One of the children was waking. She smiled as Kevin withdrew his shrinking yet still impressive cock. She gave it a little kiss and tasted her own juices intermingled with his, and got dressed. "Um, thanks. I really needed that", she said. "Yeah, me too", he replied. "I have a little confession to make. You see, it was me that sent you the Symbian." "What???" Dawn turned around in shock. "How could you know I'd like that?" "Oh, that's easy, he replied. I've been watching you masturbate for months now. You see that gray townhouse a block and a half away? I live there. I moved into it earlier this summer and I have the top floor bedroom, in the back, facing your place. Um, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a voyeur and spotted you one night with my telescope. I saw you undressing one night and before I knew it, I was jerking off to your naked body." Dawn felt herself getting wet again. "I'm a pretty shy guy, normally, but I was so enthralled watching you masturbate that I figured I had to do something about it or I was going to rub my cock right off. I hope you don't mind." Dawn smiled, walked up to Kevin and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Oh, I think we can have some fun with this" she said. She led him back downstairs and said goodbye and then ran into the nearest bathroom to see how unkempt she might look. Her face was glowing, her skin flushed and her nipples were stiff under her bra. As she walked back through the living room, she peeked through the front window and saw that the UPS truck was now gone. Later that night, when the kids were in bed, she locked her bedroom door, turned on all of the lights, cast open her curtains and positioned herself astride the Symbian, facing the window. Now it's my turn for a little fun. She started slowly, teasing her breasts, caressing them gently while riding her new favorite toy, knowing full well that her new friend would be watching her. The End Special Delivery This is my second submission to the site. I encourage everyone to leave comments and vote. For Bella -- A Proper Slut * Special Delivery: Bella loses control. Annabella was just arriving back to school after her winter break. She'd been home visiting family in Arizona. She loved her family, and it had been nice seeing everyone together. Moving away for college had been a very difficult transition for her. Bella, as her friends called her, was a good girl -- honest, caring and considerate. Now that she was on her own, she found it unnerving taking control of her own life. She had always done as she was told as a child, and she felt better when someone was telling her what she should and shouldn't do. Despite being shy and socially awkward, Bella was determined to do well in school and make her parents proud. She needed their approval. In a way, she always needed someone's approval to feel better about herself. Bella climbed the stairs to the second floor of her apartment building and pried the squeaky metal door open while she pushed her suitcase into the hall. "Why did I pack so much stuff?" She thought to herself as she wrestled with her luggage stumbling down toward her apartment. She fumbled through her purse pulling out her keys, and finally managed to get through the door. She noticed a small package next the entrance. She kicked it inside with her foot before the door closed behind her. Bella pushed her suitcase into her bedroom, and then fell back on her bed exhausted from the drive and the vacation. Her room was still very much that of a high school girl's room. Posters pasted on the walls, a four poster bed with a pink ruffled comforter, and the errant stuffed animals of horses scattered about. She sighed heavily before closing her eyes for a quick nap. She had stopped off for two days on her way back to school to visit a guy friend. She had known him a long time, and the last time they saw each other she had slept with him. Bella cared deeply for this boy, and had hoped that things would pick up right where they left off. She was twenty years old, and had only slept with two people. Neither experience was very satisfying to her, but she noted that neither one was dissatisfying either. Perhaps it was her fault she often thought. Maybe she didn't know what she was doing. Either way she couldn't help but notice the constant urges for sexual satisfaction that boiled inside her. Unfortunately, her time with Daniel did not go as planned. Bella tried her best to present herself as sexy as possible. She had leaned into him while they watched television applying the adequate amount of touching to hint at her sexual needs. She wanted him to take the lead. She wanted him to show her how to please him better. Daniel had not seemed interested. Bella wore a low cut shirt displaying a very generous amount of cleavage to spark his interest, but he had hardly noticed her large full breasts partially exposed for his approval. By the end of the second day, Bella found herself letting her hand wander as they cuddled on the couch. She could feel his cock beneath the fabric of his corduroy pants. She glanced at him for his acknowledgment to proceed. She wanted to see some recognition that she should continue. Daniel looked back at her, and although he didn't say anything, she took the twitching in his pants to be an answer. Mustering her courage, Bella slinked down to the floor and nervously fidgeted with his zipper before pulling out his cock. He wasn't impressively large at all, but he was thick and she remembered the feeling of fullness as her pussy had stretched around it the last time they were together. She took his cock into her mouth and did her best to provide him with her oral skills. If she did this right, he'd demand to fuck her she thought. If she could only get him so turned on that his animal instincts took over then she'd finally get what she so desperately wanted. She was proud of herself. She incorporated all the tricks that she read about it. Sadly, Bella's sucking did a bit too much for Daniel. With a satisfying grunt he emptied his balls into her mouth and yawned loudly as he sank back into the couch. Bella was disappointed to say the least. She still knelt between his legs with a mouthful of his cum and a pussy that yearned for satisfaction. She had gotten no attention at all, although she did enjoy the taste of him. It made her feel naughty, but feeling naughty only made her crave a release even more. She quietly picked herself up and retreated to the bathroom. She used her vibrator to get herself off, and then packed her bags so she could leave in the morning. As far as she was concerned the visit was a waste. She had replayed the events in her head on the long drive back to school. "What did I do wrong?" She wondered. She didn't think she was unattractive, yet he didn't seem all that interested in her either. She had only wanted to get fucked. The longer she had gone without sexual attention the more she wanted someone to take her. She fantasized about being used by someone that knew exactly what he wanted. Although, she was terribly inexperienced and didn't have the self confidence to flirt openly with men, she still had these particularly naughty thoughts that she played out in the privacy of her bedroom. After a brief nap, Bella woke and began to unpack her bags. She had put her clothes away along with her makeup and bathroom products. She stuffed her comically large suitcase back into her tiny closet. Finally she started setting out some clothes for the next day. School was back in session, and she would soon be busy with her studies. Bella made her way back into the kitchen satisfied that everything was in order for the new semester. She fixed herself a snack, and sat at the small table in the kitchenette. It was then that she noticed the package sitting in the middle of her floor. She had almost forgotten about kicking in the door when she arrived home. She walked over and retrieved it before sitting back down to finish her snack. The package sat in front of her on the table. The more she stared at it, the more it seemed strange to her. It had her name written neatly across the brown paper packaging, but there was no address, no return address and no postage at all. She reached into a kitchen drawer and retrieved a small knife carefully slicing the seams of the package. Once she opened it, she was even more confused, if not a bit shocked. She reached inside and pulled out the contents -- one black satin blindfold and a small hand written note. She opened the note and began to read. "Bella, put this on each night before you go to sleep, and make yourself cum." Well this just didn't seem right she thought. Maybe someone was playing a practical joke on her. Who could be so lewd? She picked up the blindfold and felt the fabric between her fingers thinking about her failed attempt to get satisfaction with Daniel. She had already planned on masturbating before bed, what would be the harm in doing it with a blindfold on she thought. She brushed off the thought again trying desperately to figure out who might have sent this. Truth be told, Bella didn't have a ton of friends at school. She certainly hadn't met any men that might have gotten the wrong impression from her. If someone thought she'd follow this instruction then they must have thought she was downright slutty. 'I'm not slutty,' She thought to herself. But even she could recognize the familiar feelings building up inside her. Even she knew that despite her denials this had turned her on. Later that night, Bella crawled into bed. She pulled her t-shirt off and slipped out of her panties and settled her petite, olive skinned body against the soft comforter. Her black hair fell across the pillows, and she spread her legs wide as her beautiful hazel eyes closed lightly. Her hands moved slowly down her body toward her neglected pussy. She touched herself lightly before opening her eyes and glancing at the blindfold resting neatly next to the lamp on the nightstand. She bit her lower lip in contemplation and then reached out and grabbed it. She pulled the thin elastic strap around her head and positioned it in place over her eyes. It worked well. She couldn't see a thing, and after a moment she let her hand travel back down to resume its work on her pussy. A few minutes, Bella erupted in a powerful climax that she was sure the neighbors might have heard. She relaxed in her afterglow with a wide smile stretched across her full lips. That had been more satisfying than most of her manual climaxes. For the first time she hadn't thought about Daniel's cock, but rather, she had thought about a stranger. In particular she thought about the stranger that sent her this blindfold. Bella had fallen asleep with the blindfold still in place. She woke to the chirping of her alarm. She reached up her tired arm searching blindly for the alarm on the nightstand before finally shutting it off. She sat up, stretched, and removed the blindfold that still covered her eyes. She held it again and stared at it. The same smile crept back across her face. She set it neatly next to her alarm, and got up to shower and start the day. Bella struggled to concentrate on her new course schedule. She was trying to find the new classrooms on the expansive campus, but she was distracted. Every time she passed a man she wondered if that could be the guy that left her mysterious package. Her usually very normal libido had kicked into overdrive, and her pussy was begging her for more attention. It was during her third class that day when she found herself drifting off. When the professor asked her a question, she snapped out of her daydream only to realize she was rocking on the end of her seat grinding her pussy on the hard plastic edge. She mumbled in an attempt to answer causing some mild embarrassment. It was then that she noticed a few guys in the row behind her staring in disbelief. Clearly they had noticed her gyrations. After her last class, she rushed home to her apartment. Throwing the door open and discarding her clothes in a pile on the floor, she dove into her bed and drove her vibrator deep into her pussy. Once it was seated inside her, she reached over clutching the blindfold and placing carefully over her eyes. The blackness made her sigh in satisfaction. With a slight turn of the end of her toy, the vibrator came to life. Bella mad an audible groan as she began to work the toy in and out of her pussy. An hour later she had came down from the last of many powerful climaxes. The second night of self satisfaction had actually done nothing to curb Bella's growing sexual appetite. She found herself racing home every day to slip the blindfold on and touch her increasingly needy pussy. She varied the pleasure in ways, alternating between her vibrator, fingers and a small dildo. One thing became quite clear, though, none of her orgasms were as satisfying as when she wore that blindfold. It had been a week, and Bella's curiosity over who delivered the mysterious package had grown as much as her sexual desires. She had never been one to excessively masturbate, but lately she was sure she had set some type of record. She wondered how she could go on without knowing who had done this to her. She usually prided herself on her self control. She had never been one to obsess in life, and was always grateful for what she had without asking for more than she thought she deserved. Her increasing needs were scaring her a little. This was out of character for the shy girl, and the more she thought about how strange her behavior had become, the more her pussy ached for attention. Bella had gotten through her last class of the day, and wearily made her way home to indulge in her own self satisfaction. She crested the top of the stairs, pried open the metal door and entered into the drab hallway. She stopped abruptly noticing a small package sitting outside her door halfway down the hall. Her heart jumped. Bella rushed forward in anticipation picking up the package, and looking around to see if anyone had seen it. Perhaps she was looking for who might have dropped it off. She examined the name on the outside before tucking it under her arm and pushing inside her apartment. She set the package on her bed. It was the same curious shape and size as the previous one. No addresses, no names, no postage... save the name 'Bella' handwritten across the top. She grabbed a knife, and opened the package carefully. She peeled the flaps of cardboard back to reveal its contents, and let out an audible gasp. Inside was a handwritten note and black leather bondage collar. She tore the note open and began reading it. "Bella, wear this each night along with your blindfold and make yourself cum. Leave the window curtains open for anyone that might be looking." This was absolute agony to Bella. There was no name, no address, and no hint as to who might have sent this. It answered none of the questions that plagued her. In fact it made her need for answers so much worse. "Who's doing this?" She groaned out loud. She wondered if this person realized the absolute pain and pleasure this was causing her. She wished that he would at least leave a clue to his identity. Something. Anything. She pulled the collar out examining it. She knew what it was. "Who would send a bondage collar?" She whispered to herself. "Clearly someone thinks I'm a slut." Bella was having trouble admitting that she just might be a lot sluttier than she ever thought. She put the collar on wrapping it tightly around her neck and clasping it shut. She walked over toward the mirror that hung above her dresser. She smiled slyly. She did like the way she looked in it, and she looked naughty. She admired it for another moment before thinking that perhaps it was the way it felt that she liked. The thick leather band wrapped so snuggly around her neck. It was just a bit constricting. Yes, she thought. It's the feel of it she liked most, and she certainly felt slutty. Bella walked over toward the window opening the curtains allowing a view of her room. She climbed into her bed and shed her clothing. Reaching over to the nightstand, she grabbed blindfold and slid it into place before digging her fingers deep inside her gushing cunt. She worked her pussy over and over thinking only of this man. "Who are you?" She thought. "What will you make me do next?" And then her orgasm rocked her petite frame sending her into blissful slumber. Things were spirally out of control for Bella. She was normally a well put together girl. She was studious, well adjusted and responsible. The advent of a second package had driven her into an absolute frenzy. She found herself making lists of people that she suspected might have sent these items. She devised scenarios where someone might be trying to prank her or embarrass her. She eyed everyone suspiciously when they spoke to her. This carefree girl had boiled her life down to two obsessions getting herself off and discovering the identity of the mystery man. She even began to wonder if this 'he' might be a 'she'. Could a woman be behind this plan to drive her into a sexual black hole? Bella even began carrying a spare set of panties in her bag in case her daydreams created any noticeable secretions -- which had happened twice in the last few days already. The thing that Bella couldn't understand was that this was exactly what she needed. It's what she had always wanted. She was being told what to do, and her need for approval made her follow each command. It was different than her childhood though. She wasn't being told to do her homework or clean her room. These commands came with such intense sensations, which by themselves were slightly addicting. It had been two weeks now and Bella was no closer to finding any answers than she was the day this all began. She walked back from the library briskly when it had occurred to her that the second package arrived exactly one week after the first. Once again she pried open the heavy metal door in the staircase and stood quietly looking at a small package sitting outside her door. She beamed at the sight of it. Finally, she hoped to get a hint or clue to the identity of her man. Bella sat on her bed again with the new box in front of her and knife in hand. It was like déjà vu. She broke the seams, opened the box, and withdrew the contents. This time she found a black garter belt, black thigh high stockings, two nylon straps and a hand written note. She peeled open the note and began to read. "Bella, wear the garter belt and stockings each night along with your collar and blindfold. Attach the nylon straps to the bed frame at the foot of your bed and bind your ankles so your legs are kept wide open. Cum five times each night. You're being a very good slut so far." She gasped aloud. It was true; he did think she was a slut. Bella sat there staring at the new items, and tried to understand the last couple weeks. Maybe she was a slut. She was surely unable to resist her need to comply with this stranger's commands. She needed it. She felt alive for the first time. She was good at following instructions. She thought about the wording. He was pleased with her, and that made her want to please him more. She could look past the fact he thought of her as slut, as long as she complied with his requests and earned his approval. She quickly got up and tried on the garter and stockings. Whoever had sent these items had gotten her size perfectly. She completed her ensemble with her black collar. She looked at herself again in the mirror. She bit her lower lip lightly as she admired herself. Her trim stomach and olive skin tone looked so good against the black collar, stockings and garter. Her breasts were so large, and hung so seductively. Each breast capped with a dark nipple. She thought she looked incredibly sexy. She shouldn't have trouble getting a man. In fact, if it weren't for her good girl personality and slightly awkward social skills she probably would have had many men by now. She smiled at thought. "I could be a slut." She said to her reflection. "I could be a proper slut if I wanted." Saying it out loud sent a tingle down to her pussy. She needed to cum. Bella turned around and grabbed the nylon straps quickly attaching them to the feet of her four poster bed. She climbed onto her comforter pushing aside her stuffed animals, and began to attach the straps to each foot pulling them tight. Once they were in place, she slid the blindfold down over her eyes and laid back to begin her evening ritual. It felt particularly naughty tonight. She tugged each ankle feeling the strength of the restraints. She felt so exposed and so vulnerable. The feel of the nylon on her skin brought her new sensations she didn't even know existed. She dug her vibrator deep inside herself and used her middle finger on her clit. She came quickly. She almost always came quickly lately. Tonight she couldn't stop herself though. Her need was insatiable, and each orgasm only made her want another. She was coming down off her tenth climax when she finally drifted off. Surprisingly, Bella still managed to complete her school work, which seemed like a miracle to her at this point. She had become adept at giving herself small orgasms during class, or larger ones in the bathroom stall between classes. Nonetheless, she did her work and then went home to masturbate. She wondered what people must have thought of her. She had become slightly more withdrawn lately, but overall she looked like any normal kid on campus. Certainly no one would expect that she makes herself cum between ten and thirty times a day depending on her workload. Bella found that she enjoyed sleeping with the straps attached to her ankles and her collar and blindfold on. It had been another full week, and she spent the entire day thinking about her man. She wondered if he was at her apartment at that exact moment dropping off her next package. She had contemplated staying home, and catching him in the act. She needed her package. She needed the next item that was going to lead her down the path he set out for her. She wanted to play by his rules. Special Delivery The day went agonizingly slow. When her last class let out she made her way home. She climbed the stairs, swung open the heavy metal door and glanced down the hallway. There was no package outside her door. She deflated and whimpered openly. She sullenly walked down toward her door. "Did someone take it?" She wondered aloud. "He leaves it right here every Monday. He wouldn't stop. He can't stop. He can't." Her world seemed crushed. Tears ran down her cheeks as her hand shakily brought her key to the lock. She would masturbate thinking of him. It was the only thing that could make her feel better. She dropped her bags inside the door on the floor, deposited her keys on the kitchen counter and headed straight for the bedroom. When she opened the bedroom door, she jumped back startled. Inside sitting in the middle of her perfectly made bed was another box. Her head whipped around to see if she was alone. He had been in her place. Panic struck. The panic triggered another emotion in her tiny body. Bella stood there looking at the unopened package. She dropped her pants to her ankles and dug her fingers into her juicy cunt. "You were here." She said aloud. "You were in my bedroom." She knew she should be alarmed, but this stranger was no stranger. This stranger had a right to be here she thought. She came fiercely. Bella ran and got the knife from the kitchen. She sat atop her bed and began her ritual of opening her mystery package. She looked inside and found three items -- a silver pair of nipple clamps, a dirty pair of panties and a handwritten note. She opened the note and began to read. "Five orgasms each night, Annabella. That was what you were asked to complete, nothing more. You haven't been following instructions. Put on your garter and stockings, collar and blindfold then attach these nipple clamps. You will wear them each night until I can trust that you'll cum five times only, not the ten times you came that first night or the excesses since then." Bella panted as she examined the note over and over. "Ten times," she thought aloud. "He's watching me." The realization shouldn't have been a surprise to her. She stood up to put on her evening attire making sure everything was perfect. She climbed back onto her pink frilly comforter, attached the binds to her legs and then reached down to retrieve the nipple clamps. It gave her pleasure to be at this stranger's command. She attached each end of the clamp to her nipples, and the pain seared through her large full breasts. She whimpered in pain, and then after a few moments the pain dulled and the sensations had created a gush of wetness in her pussy. She came exactly five times. Looking back into the box, she noticed that he hadn't mentioned the panties. She pulled them out inspecting them. They were her panties. The ones she'd worn the day before. She noticed the wetness and brought them to her nose. It was not her scent that she smelled. It was the distinctly delicious scent of cum -- His cum. The thought drove her wild and she wanted nothing more than to cum again. He had cum in these panties -- probably sitting right where she sat now. Instead touching herself, she brought the panties to her mouth and tasted him for the first time. The next morning, Bella dragged herself out of bed. She carefully detached the nipple clamps causing another searing pain through her tender nubs. Bella never liked pain. She held the clamps in her hands confused by her need to feel them on her again. What was happening to her? She had a late class that day. She decided to take the time to catch up on some reading. It was becoming difficult for her to concentrate on her course work. She sat in her living room reading and then rereading each page. The information just didn't seem to be sinking in. She wanted to cum. She thought for a moment, and then fetched the last note her man had sent. Did he mean she could only cum five times at night, or did that mean those five times were the only orgasms she could have all day? It wasn't specific. Perhaps he meant only five times a day. The thought was agonizing. She redoubled her efforts to complete some work, but could not seem to get comfortable on the small couch. She grabbed her book and retreated to her bedroom. This only seemed to make her need worse. This place with frilly pink bedding and colorful furniture was where she needed to bind herself in submission and cum. It didn't feel right being in here for any other purpose. She decided to change out of her sweat pants. She put back on her stockings and collar, climbed back into the bed, and bound her feet with the nylon straps. Immediately her breathing calmed. She felt better. She reached over picking up her textbook and began to read. It should have unnerved her needing to bind herself to concentrate, but on some level it felt so natural. By the mid afternoon, she had donned some school clothes and made her way across campus. She had an exam today for her biology class. She felt a bit on edge, not because of her test, but because she hadn't cum since last night and her pussy was practically dripping through her pants. She made it to the science building grabbed her blue exam book and took a seat in front of the classroom. When the clock struck 4pm, the professor announced that it was time to begin. Bella opened up the booklet and began her essay questions. She was confident after the first two questions that she had absorbed the material. It was halfway through the test that she looked up toward the clock in the front of the room. She still had another few questions to complete. She saw the professor sitting at his desk next to the lectern. He was watching patiently as students began to drop off their booklets. It was then that Bella noticed something. Next to his cup of coffee was a small brown package. She gasped at the sight of it. It was almost too hard to concentrate on the last question. She looked from the box to the professor and then back to the box. She was certain that the proportions were just right. It occurred to her that this was him. She studied him. He was in his mid 40s, salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders, nicely dressed. She never imagined him being so much older, but her pussy gushed at the thought. She bit her lip as she finished the last question glancing back to the handsome man in the front of the room. She thought about him tying her to the lectern in the empty classroom and ravishing her. The wetness between her legs was creating a damp spot on the crotch of her pants. She finished the test, and brought it to the front of the room. She carefully set it down in the box and eyed her name on the package next to him. "I think I did very well, Professor Stevens." She said glowing. "Oh, Bella, I'm glad to hear that. You seem to be an excellent student although you're a bit quiet during class." He stated. "Oh, and, this is for you, Bella." He reached over and grabbed the package handing it to her. Her heart pounded in her chest. "Thank you, Sir." She said. And then whispering a little softer, "Why didn't you leave this at my door?" He glanced up at her. "Why would I leave this at your door if you were going to be in class? I could just hand it to you here." Finally, she thought to herself. He was finally willing to reveal himself. Of course he wanted to hand it to her there, so she could look him over and see the source of her pleasure. "Well I guess that makes sense." She remarked. "It's just that you always leave it by my door, and when I saw it up here I was worried that you were upset with me. I did exactly what you asked. I only came five times last night, and I wore the nipple clamps all night long." His eyes opened wide, and his jaw dropped. "I... I'm not sure what you're talking about, Bella. That's an awfully inappropriate statement to make. This box was left in here when I arrived with a note to give it you after class. I...um... I would never..." He couldn't even finish his sentence. Bella's face burned a deep crimson color as she realized her mistake. "Oh, no! I... Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Professor Stevens. I've made a terrible mistake. Oh, I'm so embarrassed." It was then that she saw his eyes move down toward her crotch. She knew she was soaked and his expression confirmed that she must have a noticeable stain on her pants. She began to sob slightly, clutched the package under her arm, and ran for the door. She ran all the way back to her apartment without stopping. She wondered how she was ever going to show her face in that class again. It was a terrible mistake. She sat on the edge of her bed recovering her breathing. She couldn't understand how she'd become this woman. This was so unlike her. Yet she stared at the plain brown package, and felt her body react. She grabbed the knife that she now kept in the nightstand, and opened the box. There were two more nylon straps, a vibrating egg without the remote control and a hand written note. "Bella, you shouldn't make assumptions. You must feel embarrassed. You will attach these nylon straps to the headboard on your bed. Anytime you leave the apartment, you will insert the vibrator in your pussy. You may cum twice now in addition to your five orgasms tonight." He knew she would make the mistake in assuming her professor was sending the packages. She was so angry that he was toying with her, but she needed him more now than ever. She pulled off her pants revealing her stockings and garter underneath. She hadn't taken them off before class. She enjoyed wearing them. They made her feel naughty. She attached the new nylon straps to the top of her bed, and then put on her collar. She didn't understand the new straps. She couldn't strap herself down completely. Maybe he expected to use them on her. The thought drove her wild. She reached over and attached one to her wrist leaving three of her limbs bound tight. She pulled the blindfold over her eyes with her free hand and then dug her fingers into her pussy. She was so thankful for the additional pleasure he allowed her. The mix of embarrassment and need made them the most powerful she had ever experienced. Bella was all but lost in her new life. She hadn't thought of Daniel once since that first day back. As a matter of fact, she hadn't spoken to her family either. That was definitely out of character for her. She hadn't realized it until the following day on campus. She was sitting in the quad enjoying her lunch when the phone rang. She quickly snatched it up and answered. "Hello? Oh! Hi, mom!" She said into the phone. "No. I'm not ignoring you. I've just been really bu.... Oh, no!...." She screamed out as the vibrator came to life inside her. She had been so horny all morning, and her pussy seemed so sensitive lately that the slightest touch was unbearable. "What? Um... no... nothing is wronnnggg... unggg... uh... I... n...need to callahhhh... I'll call-unggggg back." She barely got it out before snapping her phone shut and bracing her hands on the stone bench where she sat. Her eyes moved wildly around the crowd of people in the quad. The package said the vibrator remote had a range of fifty feet. He was here somewhere, and that made the sensations even more powerful. She was about to lose it. She was about to cum in public. A few people looked at her oddly noting the almost pained expression on her face. Her body jerked slightly while she tried to conceal her condition. Then it stopped. "No!" She shouted drawing some more stares from onlookers. She wondered how he could tease her like this. She needed that release. Bella's days became increasingly more tortuous. Her poor pussy would ignite with sensations no matter where she found herself. She wondered who this man was. How could he be in so many places? Were his days entirely devoted to making her beg for release? It was worse than the first two weeks. Back then she could get herself off as she pleased. Now she was limited, but the limitations meant the few climaxes she was allowed were powerful, mind-blowing ones. It was a few days later that Bella found herself back in her Biology class. She had contemplated not showing up at all. She made her way down to her seat in front of the lecture hall. Professor Stevens had passed out lab assignments to everyone in the class. "Alright, people." He bellowed from the front of the class. "We're moving into the lab portion of the class. We'll be convening from now on in the lab downstairs. Don't show up in this classroom anymore. Now, I'm breaking the class up into groups of twos. Everyone will work with a partner. Since we have an odd number of students, one of you will have to work alone. Any takers?" There was silence in the class. "No one?" He asked again. "Fine. I'll choose." He took a moment to look over the classroom. "Hmm. Bella! You can work alone. You like to follow instructions, right?" His eyes were resting firmly on her breasts. His double meaning was not lost on her. "Yes, Sir." She squeaked out shyly. "Oh, Bella, don't look so upset. From what I hear, you always do what you're told. Besides if you run into any problems with the lab assignments or need any help, you can find me during my office hours. I like to be hands on with my students." "Yes, Sir." She said softly. The embarrassment was so degrading. He might as well as asked her to fuck him after class. It was her fault and she knew it. He continued with his lecture as the vibrator began a sudden assault in Bella's pussy. Her eyes closed tightly for a moment wishing this wasn't happening here -- At least not in front of this professor who in so many words had basically just called her a slut. Bella squeezed her legs trying to maintain some self control. She was being driven to the edge, and she could barely hang on. She knew she shouldn't cum, but she wanted it. Her phone chirped and she reached into her bag. Professor Stevens snatched it from her hands. "Bella, we turn off our cell phones when we're in my class. That goes for everyone here. If this is so important that you need to interrupt my class then maybe we should share it with everyone." With that Professor Stevens opened her phone to the new text message. "A text message! Now let's take a look." He clicked on the message, and stared blankly at the screen. Without saying a word he handed the phone back to Bella. Bella took the phone, and glanced at the screen. There was a single line text that read, "You may cum now, slut." Her hands were gripping the armrests on the chair so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. The second she finished reading the text her body slipped over the edge. "OOOoomph. Uh. Ohhhh." Professor Stevens realized that this girl had just climaxed in front of him. The bulge in his pants was at eye level with Bella's face. She continued holding the chair tightly to prevent the smaller tremors from her orgasm from making her body rock any more noticeably. Her face was beet red as she looked up, and made eye contact with her professor. He smiled devilishly at the young girl's debasement. She waited another fifteen minutes until the class was over, and then hoisted herself up on her unsteady feet and shuffled toward the exit. The vibrator had turned off and on for the remainder of the class causing her to struggle tremendously. She just needed to leave. She needed to get home. The implications of the last half hour were terrifying. Her professor knew she came in front of him, and at someone else's request. On command! But what plagued her more was that this mystery man had her cell phone number. He hadn't texted before. This was a new detail. Checking her phone confirmed the number he used was anonymous. She couldn't reply. She couldn't beg him to reveal himself. At this point she could barely make it home. The vibrator still hummed inside her meaning he was following her nearby. She barreled into her apartment heading straight for the bathroom. She cranked the nobs on the shower and climbed in slinking her weary body to the floor and letting the cold water run down her flushed complexion. Bella had never felt so slutty. She decided to spend the rest of the night in. She paced her small living room back and forth watching the hours and minutes tick by slowly. She wanted to crawl in bed, but she couldn't do that until she was ready to cum. If she came too early, she'd never get sleep. She needed that release to push her into her slumber. That was her new routine. She never wore sweatpants or pajamas anymore at home. They never felt comfortable so she paced in her garter belt and stockings with her collar wrapped snugly about her neck. After pacing for a few hours and nervously flipping through television channels, Bella made her way to the bedroom. She climbed carefully atop the four poster bed, and carefully, lovingly, bound her legs. She took pride in making sure the binds were tight without cutting of circulation. The restriction alone made her body tingle with pleasure. She attached the nipple clamps allowing the pain to course through her tender breasts. She placed the blindfold over her eyes and then began the glorious task of pleasuring herself. Bella woke the next morning in a fit of sexual frustration. As if her days hadn't been bad enough, now her nights were filled with terribly sexual dreams. She sat up straight looking at the clock. She was panting heavily and the pink sheets beneath her pussy were stained again. She laid back on the pillows and removed the nipple clamps with a loud moan. She begrudgingly removed the binds from her ankles. Bella lifted herself out of bed, and walked toward her dresser to get pick out her clothes. She gasped when she saw the brown package sitting atop her dresser. It hadn't been there the night before. She was sure of it. He must have come in last night. She didn't feel safe all of sudden, but her pussy defied her better senses. She tore the box open quickly, and retrieved the hand written note. "I like it when you follow instructions, Annabella. Now wear your stockings and garter today with no panties and no bra. You will wear the skirt, blouse and heels. I don't want you wearing panties anymore. Those are for good girls, and you're hardly a good girl, Annabella. You come home each night and tie yourself up like a slut before you play with your pussy. You're not a good girl at all." Her breathing was labored as she read the note again. She reached into the box and pulled out the articles of clothing. She slid the tiny skirt over her stockings and secured the clasp. It was impossibly short. The tops of her stockings were visible just under the hem of the skirt. The blouse was tight and the thin white material left a small dark tint where it covered her nipples. She sat down and strapped her feet into the black stiletto high heels. She brushed her hair and then stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom. The girl she saw didn't belong in this room. Her slutty attire looked foreign against the backdrop of the bright colors and childhood mementos. She picked up the vibrating egg and watched herself in the mirror as she bent forward, reached between her legs and pushed it inside herself. She looked awfully slutty. She wondered how she was going to be able to walk around campus looking like such a whore. She took a deep breath, grabbed her bag, and bravely headed out the door. She got such stares from just about every man -- leering, lecherous, dirty stares. Women sneered at her. When she thought the embarrassment was too much, she felt a jolt of sexual excitement burn through her. She felt like such a piece of meat, but some part of her was reveling in the attention. Not surprisingly the vibrator hummed inside her. She stopped momentarily bracing her hands against a tree as she gathered herself. She could do this, she told herself. As much as she wanted to hide, she needed it. Special Delivery She made her way to a coffee shop, and slipped inside. She ordered herself a tea from the barista at the counter. He was staring at her too. Luckily the place was almost empty. She took solace in the fact that there were only a few people there to judge her. "I didn't know that they legalized hooking on campus," the barista chided her as he handed her the hot tea. She brushed off the comments and slinked away from the counter looking for a table in the back. As she turned to the corner, she spotted a man sitting at the furthest table. She sighed heavily at her inability to find privacy. As she turned the man spoke up slightly. "You can hide out back here if you don't want the cashier undressing you with his eyes anymore than he already has." She turned back looking at this stranger. He was typing away at a laptop, but had apparently seen her interaction with the barista. She studied him briefly. He was an attractive guy. He was a bit older. She guessed he was about thirty. He had short blonde hair, nice features and a warm smile. He didn't stare at her like the every other man had today. "What's the harm?" she thought to herself as she walked back, and took a seat next to him. "Thank you." She said as she plopped down in the empty seat beside him. "It's... um... a beautiful day today... don't you think?" Her question went unanswered as he typed furiously on his keyboard. She tried a few other ice breakers to no avail. He hadn't seemed to be listening, and had barely looked up at her since she sat down. Finally, the man closed the lid on his laptop and looked over at her. "You seem awfully nervous and uncomfortable. Can I offer you a piece of advice?" He asked. She looked at him a little blushed. "What kind of advice?" She finally squeaked out. "Well," he said, "if you're uncomfortable with the way that guy was treating you, you might consider dressing a little more, um, conservative." He leaned in closer and whispered quietly, "I'm not sure if you noticed this when you left your place, but you look like a slut dressed like that. Not sure if that's what you were going for, but you don't seem to keen on it either." Her face quickly blushed, and her embarrassment doubled. "Oh. Yeah. I... um... yes. I realize how I look. It's a little hard to explain. I... really didn't have a choice." She said quietly. "No choice?" Replied the man curtly. "How is it that you have no choice? Is this a bet or something?" She looked at him shyly. "Not exactly. I... I just have to wear this today." "Says who?" The man asked. "I... I don't know?" She said shakily, realizing how ridiculous all of this must seem. She felt the vibrator fire up inside her again, and she groaned softly. "How can you not know?" He asked confused. "I... I just don't know. He told me to wear it. I have to. You don't understand." She blabbered. "You just don't get it. I... oh...ummmm... I should leave." It was getting harder to control the sensations inside her. "You seem awfully shaken up. Let me walk you home. You'll feel safer that way. Then we can call campus security or something if you want to report some type of harassment. At least let me get you back home before something bad happens to you. You don't look well." He said. He didn't understand her. She knew he was just trying to help. Perhaps chivalry is not dead after all, she thought. She reluctantly agreed more out of deference to the man. She didn't want to insult his offer, but she didn't want to disobey her orders either. She figured at least he could get her across campus with less embarrassment. They both stood, and exited the coffee shop. A few months ago, this is the exact type of man she was looking for. Now she thought that this man would have no idea what to do with her insatiable sex drive. She needed only one man -- a man she had never met. The stares began almost immediately. This time they were more concealed as she walked with a man by her said. She felt better already. They finally reached her apartment complex, and the man insisted on seeing her to her door. She invited him in for a moment. She felt relief now that she was back in her own place away from all those people. Just walking into her apartment made her pussy gush with need. She wanted her collar and her blindfold. She wanted to tie her legs up. She wanted to cum. It was time to ask this Good Samaritan to leave. "Thanks for walking me home." She said. "It was very kind of you. I'll be alright now." "Are you sure you don't want to call the authorities or something? It seemed like someone was harassing you from what you said. I can wait until they get here. It's no trouble." He said. "No, no. You misunderstood. I'm not being harassed." She said flatly. She wondered if she was being harassed, though. Certainly someone was playing with her, but she couldn't call the authorities. If he were arrested then the commands would stop -- the packages would stop. She needed more commands. She needed to be told what to do. She needed to feel slutty. It didn't matter if it embarrassed her. It made her feel alive. It made her want him more. "Are you sure? You had said that someone made you dress like this. You looked so uncomfortable and nervous..." He began. "I'm sorry. You've misunderstood." She blurted. "I mean, yes, he made me... but... I like it... okay? I like feeling uncomfortable and nervous. You wouldn't understand. I love how he makes me feel." She wished this man would just leave. No one could understand what she needed -- nobody buy her mysterious man. This guy certainly didn't understand her needs. He stared blankly. "But... I thought you said you didn't know who this man was. How could you let him force you to do things? I can he force you at all?" "No!" She blurted again. "I have no idea who he is. He leaves me messages and instructions, and I follow them because it makes me feel so... so... naughty! Okay? He makes me dress like a slut and I love it! I like being ordered around by a stranger. Now... you... you need to leave. I don't want him to get upset." The man just looked at her. "You don't want the stranger getting upset? The guy that you've never met, and that leaves you instructions on how to embarrass yourself in public?" "Yes!" He sighed heavily. "This sounds awfully strange. Can I leave you my name and number in case... um... whatever this is... gets out of control? It would make me feel better." She was getting increasingly impatient. She tried to be more understanding. This man was just trying to do the right thing. He was only concerned for her safety. If she just let him leave his information then he'd go. "I'm sorry. Yes, you can leave your information. I... I know this seems weird, but I do appreciate your concern." She said handing him a piece of paper and a pen. The man took the paper and pen and began writing. He handed it back to her. She glanced down at the card and then looked up confused. "Sir?" She asked. "This just says 'Sir'. What is that supposed to mean?" "Oh sorry. What you meant to say earlier was, 'I do appreciate your concern, Sir.'" He said flatly as the warm smile began to fade from his face. "I'm glad you enjoy my assignments so much, Bella," he continued as he reached out and grabbed a tangle of her hair, "I think it's time I got to enjoy you for myself." He dragged her to the bedroom as it began to dawn on her that this kind man was her stranger. He was pulling her so roughly. She wanted to scream for help, but she wanted to satisfy him as well. He threw her over the end of her bed using the straps to tie her legs apart to the feet of the frame. He stretched her delicate arms up toward the headboard and secured them to the other straps she'd installed at his request. She was bent over and helpless now. He reached up and ripped her skirt from her shaking body. Her ass bare. She felt his hands slip under her chest as his fingers gripped the opening in her blouse and tore it roughly from her small torso. He had opened the drawer next the bed. He knew exactly where she kept her collar and blindfold. He wrapped it around her neck and secured the blindfold. Stepping back he could hear her breathing heavily. She felt his eyes staring at her. She felt terribly exposed and vulnerable. His finger reached between her legs and ran along the slit of her pussy. She was soaking wet. She knew she couldn't hide her present condition. Her pussy betrayed her again. "Slut." He remarked. She knew he was right. She was a slut. Her pussy was so sensitive and so needy. She wanted his finger to touch her again. She wanted to beg him, but she could only lay there exposed and silent. He pulled his hand back and brought it down hard slapping her pussy firmly. Not her ass, but he slapped her bare pussy. The moment he connected she lost control. He stepped back and watched as she pulled against the restraints while her climax rocked her body in front of him. She was lost in the sensations. He had made her cum with one slap. As she came around from her climax, she heard him walk up behind her. He knelt down. She could feel his breathe on her pussy. He was maybe an inch away from her slit she thought. She heard him make a few sharp inhalations as he sniffed her wet pussy. Even she could smell the musky scent of her sex. Every time she felt his breathe or tugged at her restraints her pussy oozed further. It had never been so sensitive. She thought that the slightest touch might set her off again. Maybe even the thought of a touch would set her off if he kept her waiting, prone and helpless. He stood again. She whined softly wanting to feel his breathe on her again. He brought his hand back and brought it down on her ass hard. The sharp sting should have hurt, but Bella moaned loudly closer to another climax. He slapped her other cheek eliciting more groans of pleasure from her. She had needed this so badly. She wondered how this could be so exhilarating. She was being spanked hard. She could feel the heat beginning to burn on her supple ass cheeks as they reddened from her punishment. She'd never been spanked before, well, not since she was a child. She certainly didn't remember it stirring such emotions. He assaulted her ass again, alternating slaps on each cheek over and over. Her breathing was so shallow at this point that she was sure she would pass out if she came. She needed to cum. She needed him to make her cum. This was so much better than her masturbation had been. "Look at you." He said watching the soft curves of her petite frame stretched lewdly over her childhood bed. Her breathing indicated to him her need for release. He knew she was on the edge of her climax. "Look at what you've become." His words affected her as much as his touch pushing her slowly closer to losing control. "Tell me. Tell me what you are." She gasped at the command. She knew immediately what her answer was. There was only one way to answer him honestly. Her voice had trouble pushing out the words amidst the sensations coursing through her body. "I... I... I'm a slut." Bella moaned loudly hearing the words come out of her mouth. She'd thought it to herself in recent weeks, but never said it out loud to another person. It sounded so appropriate. It sounded so true. It was true she realized -- so simple and basic. She had become a slut. "Say it again!" He bellowed. "What are you?" "I'm a slut!" She cried out. "I'm a slut, Sir! Oh God! I... I'll do anything you tell me to... anything... just... please..." He brought his hand back down across her soaked pussy lips slapping them hard. "Oh Fuuuuuck! Ohmygoddd! Unnnnng! M.. My slutty pu... pussy is cuummming f.. for... you... Sirrrr." She writhed against her restraints. Her entire body trembled and jerked. He spanked her again in a flurry of slaps across her rosy ass cheeks and her upper thighs. The assault prolonged her orgasm as she moaned and mumbled lost in her climax. Oh how she craved his touch. She craved the ill treatment of her rear. She felt so slutty exposed to him -- for him. Once her climax subsided she lay there breathing huskily, deep and animalistic -- waiting for him. Only he knew what she needed. These past weeks, her pleasure was his doing. His commands. His control over her. She recognized the distinct sound of his zipper being slowly lowered and the sound of his pants dropping to floor. She knew he was naked. He slapped his large thick cock against her reddened ass cheeks. She felt the size and girth of it against her. It was so hard. She gasped. She knew what was going to happen next. She waited for him to complete his mission... to complete her submission... to make her his... Special Delivery She wanted it. She needed it. And badly too. Giselle had been working in Florida for six months in one of the top hospitals in Miami as an Italian and Spanish translator for patients. Originally from Boston, Giselle had left her family, friends, and boyfriend to pursue her career in international patient relations. She missed her boyfriend Damien badly. Especially the things he could do to her. He made her feel things no other man had ever made her feel. Giselle catches herself day dreaming about sex and becomes slightly wet between her legs. She looks at her computer screen and thinks - Oh god, It's only 1:30pm?! Get me the fuck out of here! - The rest of the day creeps by slowly, causing Giselle to be restless at her desk. When the clock finally strikes 5pm, she practically jumps out of the office and to her car. On the drive home, she begins thinking about Damien again... When Giselle gets home, she drops her keys and purse at the front door. On the way to her room, she unbuttons her white blouse and lets it slide down her shoulders. She removes her black pumps and unzips her black pencil skirt, which falls in a heap at the foot of her bed. She stands in front of the mirror in the master bedroom wearing only a matching black lace bra and panties. She takes the clip out of her neatly pulled back hair and shakes her head, letting her long blonde curls fall down her back. She stares longingly at the empty bed, her smooth ass yearning for a spanking, her legs longing to be stroked, and her hair aching to be pulled. She turns away, disappointed that she's alone and makes dinner in only her under clothes. Damien calls during dinner, but is too busy at work to really talk to her. He tells her how much he misses her and how he wishes he could come to see her for his birthday, but he's swamped with work. They both lead busy lives but they promise to Skype each other and have dinner "together" on his birthday, which is in only a few days. That night, Giselle wakes with a start. It's the middle of the night but she is jerked awake by an idea. She had been having a dream about her and Damien, somehow magically being together for his twenty-fifth birthday. Lying awake, Giselle reaches for her computer and books a plane ticket to Boston for April 20th. I'll come up and surprise Damien - she thinks with a smile. Then the plan begins to form in her head. She decides to tell Damien to be on Skype at the time she would be arriving at his apartment door three days from now. She falls back asleep and back into the dream. Three days later, Giselle is on the plane that is descending into Logan International Airport right on schedule. The plane lands and she quickly finds the nearest restroom and strips down. It is cool for April in Boston and Giselle has decided to show up at Damien's door wearing her signature thigh-high boots and a long black peacoat. And nothing else. She stuffs her clothes into her small overnight bag and leaves the airport. She hails and taxi and stops at a grocery store on the way. She buys a can of whipped cream, a bar of dark chocolate, strawberries, and a bottle of champagne. At the front door, she rings the bell to the top floor. Damien answers with a quick "Yeah?" In the deepest voice she can muster up, Giselle answers, "I have a package for Damien Smith. It needs to be signed for. Can you come down to the entrance please?" The buzzer goes off and she enters the foyer. She shivers as she hears the door to his apartment open and his heavy footsteps on the stairs. "Surprise!" she says when she sees Damien at the top of the staircase. His shocked eyes lock onto hers and then his facial expression changes to a look of raw passion and aggression. Damien practically falls down the last set of stairs and grabs Giselle with such force that she almost falls backward. He kisses her hard on the mouth, then pulls back and grins. "I've missed you so much baby!" She smiles back, takes his hand and leads him up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, Giselle drops her purse and leans down to pick it up. She turns around to see Damien gawking at her perfect behind peeking out from under the hem of the jacket. "No panties," he manages to squeeze out before Giselle winks and continues up the stairs. Damien scrambles up the stairs and catches up to Giselle just outside his apartment. She turns around in the dark doorway as he grabs her and forces her up against the apartment door, smashing his mouth onto hers. He holds her throat has his tongue explores her mouth. She forces his mouth away by turning her head to the side but he grabs her and pulls her back. He pins her arms up above her head when she tries to reach down to his growing cock through his pants. "Someone's missed me," she whispers into his ear. She can feel the wetness between her thighs as she nibbles Damien's earlobe. Still holding her arms above her head, he fishes for his keys in his pocket and forces the door open. He pulls her inside, leaving the food and champagne in a mess outside the apartment. They crash into Damien's small apartment, knocking over a lamp and a small table covered with mail. Giselle and Damien kiss furiously. Damien runs his hand up Giselle's thigh but she swats his hand away. "Uh-uh naughty boy," she scolds but Damien grabs her ass and picks her up and places her on the kitchen table. Once down, she moans into his ear and says, "Show me how much you missed me." Still devouring each other's mouths, Damien starts unbuttoning the huge coat. Slowly, one button at a time. He undoes the first button and kisses down to her neck. The next button reveals her collar bone where he plants soft but hungry kisses. Next, he licks the crest on the top of her breasts. Her giant double D's spill out of the jacket and Damien kisses her all around. Giselle moans in pleasure as he caresses her huge tits, thumbing her nipples, and licking his lips. Taking her left breast, he sucks hard at her nipple and Giselle can feel herself getting wetter by the second. With Damien standing between her legs, she knows he feels the same way as his pants grow bigger and more taunt. The next button comes undone and he starts kissing under her breasts. Her stomach is exposed with the next button and he nibbled her belly button as he slowly makes his way down to the tops of her thighs. The last few buttons come undone. He stands over her, drinking in her naked body with those fucking sexy leather boots. Where the boots end at mid-thigh, he places his hands. Giselle shivers but smiles. She can see how big he is in his pants and suddenly she wants him like never before. He slowly moves his hands up her quivering legs, her soft stomach, her tender tits, to find her waiting face and kiss her. Damien lays Giselle down on the table and slides his hands back down to her thighs. When his mouth meets her dripping wet opening, she can't help but gasp. Oh my god, this has been way too long! she thinks to herself. His tongue slides over her thick lips, and he can taste her sweetness. Damien starts sucking, licking, and blowing on Giselle's clit, sending such strong shivers up her spine that she has to grip the edges of the table. "Yes! Oh Damien, YES!" she cries as his tongue moves faster, darting in and out of her. She can feel her orgasm building, but she does not want to come yet. She wants to wait, let it build, let herself explode! She slides her hips back and sits up. She kisses Damien's wet mouth and slowly slides her hand down to his shaft. She works the button open and pulls at his zipper. She rips down his pants and her eyes open wide as she sees the full length of his member struggling to get free of his tight boxers. She slides off the table and onto her knees without ever letting go of his dick. In one swift motion, his dick is in her mouth and she is deep-throating him like a professional. She sucks the tip, plays with his balls, and lightly grazes her teeth over him. She knows he loves it when she does that because he always grabs her hair and moans. Tonight is no exception. He curls her hair in his fingers and thrusts his hips, fucking her mouth. He can feel himself coming close to the edge and so can she. "Don't stop baby. Please...don't...stop!" She feels him at the edge and gently pulls on his balls as he explodes in her mouth! She drinks every last drop. She stands and kisses Damien. "Come with me," she says as she leads him to the bedroom, dropping her jacket on the floor on the way. When they reach the bedroom, Damien is hard again from thinking about his cock inside his ravishing girlfriend. Giselle pushes him down on the bed and straddles him. He can feel her hovering just above his dick with only the tip touching her yearning hole. He can sense the heat rolling off her and her pussy is dripping eagerly. In one swift motion, his cock is deep inside her and she is riding him hard and fast. "Choke me, Damien!" she moans out loud. She grabs the headboard as Damien wraps his big hands around her throat and starts thrusting himself into her. After a few minutes, Damien lets his hands go and opens the drawer in the bedside table. He takes out their favorite toy: the bright red vibrator Giselle got for Christmas from Damien. Giselle smiles and without removing his cock, Damien flips Giselle over. She grabs the vibrator and presses it to her clit, sending shock waves through her tight cunt and into Damien's penis. After a minute, Giselle can feel herself letting go and coming. She screams Damien's name as the nails on her free hand dig into his back and she throws her head back in pleasure. After her body stops quivering, Damien says, "That's right baby, but I'm not done with you yet. Now turn around." Giselle rolls onto her side and up onto her knees. Damien reaches into the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. He squirts some onto her small ass hole and she sits back on her heels, sticking her butt out and wiggling it in front of him. "You better fuck me hard," she moans. "Oh you know I will, bitch." he says as he began playing with her ass. She sits back again, forcing his throbbing hot cock into her tight ass. Damien grabs her hips and thrusts hard into her while Giselle turns back on the vibrator and uses it on herself. It does not take long until both of them reach their second orgasm and they come at the same time, moaning and screaming. Damien collapses on top of her and she slumps down on the bed. They roll off the bed and clean up in the shower together. Giselle slips out of the shower, remembering the food outside the door. She slowly creeps outside to get it. When Damien comes out of the bathroom, Giselle has set up a naked picnic for the both of them. She is sitting naked on the floor with a thin flute of champagne. "Happy Birthday Damien," she whispers. Damien smiles and bends down to kiss her softly on the lips They spend the rest of that day and the next, locked in Damien's bedroom, fucking like animals and relishing in each other before they are forced to be apart again. Special Delivery Fiona smiled as she signed the delivery drivers tablet. It was another package from Victor. This was was smaller than the others. She wondered what kind of outfit it contained. As soon as she handed the tablet back to the driver her phone range. The display showed Victor's number. "Have you opened the package yet?" he asked. "How did you know I have it?" "Online delivery confirmation. You might want to open this somewhere you have some privacy, it is a little different." FIona stepped back inside and set the box on a table, kicking the front door shut. She pulled out her pocket knife and cut the box open. "I am opening it now." "Are you alone?" "Yes, why?" "Like I said this is different. It is not an outfit." Fiona frowned. She set the phone on the table and turned on the speaker. "You are on speaker, I need both hands to open this." "Okay, let me know what you think." Fiona pried the box open. Inside was a strapless vibrator. It was bright purple, but cock portion of it looked very realistic. Also in the box what looked like a oversized digital watch. "What have you sent me?" "It's a prototype. Your comment about Jade's strap on dildo got me thinking. I spoke to Jade about her experience with strap ons and strapless, and we whipped this up." "I like the color, what's so special about it? "For starters, it used induction charging, so no wires. It is a sealed unit, so it can be used in wet environments like the shower. You wear the remote on your wrist, it's a touch screen. Control is bluetooth. The feature Jade liked is that it has an internal heating element." "This seems a bit excessive for a sex toy. Shouldn't you being doing something useful with your time?" Fiona asked. "Actually, almost all the technology in this has legitimate clinical applications, I just put it in a fun package for testing. You will be doing humanity a favor by putting it to use." "I guess I will be coming for a good cause." "Yes, yes you will," Victor replied. Fiona reached in the box and picked up the sex toy. It felt incredibly real. Fiona stroked the penis part of the toy. She glanced around the room, even though she knew nobody else was there. She touched it to her lips. "It feels nice." "The covering is what we use for artificial hands, state of the art. It should feel just like skin." "You said this was the prototype, so it is one of a kind?" "It is one of two, Jade has the other one. Same unit, but the one I sent to her is more of a gunmetal gray. You two are the beta testers" "I'm honored." "The controller is touchscreen based, and should be pretty easy to figure out. There is also a smart phone app for it." "So someone else can control it?" Fiona asked. "Only if they have the unit control code." "Do you have the code?" The toy began to buzz in response to Fiona's question. "That's a little creepy, " she said. "You can reset the code something different with the remote if you are worried about my stalking you with a sex toy." Fiona picked up the remote and tapped the screen. Victor was right, the menus were easy to understand. Temperature,speed and intensity could call be controlled from the wrist mounted unit. "What is natural mode?" she inquired "It learns what your body does during orgam, and the cock mimics what a real penis does during orgasm, so your partner will feel you come." Fiona was speechless. This sex toy had more brains that several of her past boyfriends. She turned the toy over in her hands, examining it from every angle. "Does it phone home, do you know what I am doing with it?" she asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable that Victor could know when she was masturbating. "That feature is turned off by default, but I can tell you how to enable it." he replied. "No, but maybe some day". "Okay, well, I will leave you two alone. Have fun" Victor said, then he hung up. The phone went quiet. Fiona did not know what to think. She had was was probably the most advanced sex toy in the world, but was not sure if she wanted it. She tapped the remote, setting the temperature to normal. Heat from the toy radiated into her hand. She could not get over how real it felt. She put both hands around the shaft the penis, and pressed the other end against her crotch. Fiona glanced down the hall, again confirming she was alone. Only her reflection in a mirror looked back. She set the toy down on the table and slipped her shorts off. Fiona hooked her thumbs under her panties to pull them off, but paused to consider what she was doing. She picked up the remote and scrolled through the menus. When she found CODE RESET she selected it and put a new code in. She trusted that Victor had not put a back door in the software. She examined the other settings. Victor was right, the interface was easy to understand. She put the remote on her wrist and tapped the screen, adjusting the various settings INTENSITY: 25/100 FREQUENCY 10 Hz VARIABILITY: RANDOM Satisfied she was truly alone, and that her new toy would keep a secret, she pulled her panties off and put them on the floor. Fiona sat down at the table and picked up the dildo with one hand. She was holding the tapered cylinder that was designed to be gripped by her pussy, She was using it as a handle to guide the cock shaped part between her legs. Fiona slumped down in the chair so her ass was right on the edge of the seat. She pressed the head of the dildo against the lips of her vagina. She was dripping wet with arousal, and the toy slide easily inside her. She watched as her pink flesh stretched around the purple shaft. It felt warm and hard. It felt real. Without warning it began to vibrate. She pushed it in further, causing the tip to contact her G spot. Her muscles clenched down on toy. The vibrations became stronger, then faded away. Fiona slid it back out, pressing the tip against her clit. The toy began to vibrate again, and Fiona watched it slip and slide over her little pearl. Fiona looked back at the mirror in the hallway. She could see herself slumped in the chair, one hand between her legs. She stood up and walked closer to the mirror. The reflection of her naked from the waist down intrigued her. Having sex in front of a mirror was nothing new to Fiona. In fact, she could recall watching the reflection of Frank ramming his cock into in front of the mirror. The image of her bent over, hands against the wall, with her tits bouncing has Frank slammed into her excited her even more. Fiona liked to watch, and it occurred to her the view would be even better without a second body blocking her view. She got on her hands and knees, and turned her ass to the mirror. Leaning on her forearm, she reached back between her legs and put the toy against her wet slit. It began to vibrate again, and she pulled it into her pussy as far as she could. The apex of the two parts was vibrating against her clit, causing her to moan. She slide the toy back and forth, each time a little faster. Each time banging against her clit a little harder. She looked back the reflection of her ass. She could see the dildo going in and out as she fucked herself towards an orgasm. It was wet and shining from being inside her. Fiona pulled it all the way in, the rocked her hips back and forth. Her whole body was writing as she got closer and closer to coming. The material of her shirt rubbed on her nipples, making them even harder. Finally she came, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. She let go of the toy, and it's weight caused it to slide onto the floor. Fiona laid on the floor for almost ten minutes before she sat up. She picked up the toy and stood up. She wondered what else Victor thought she would do with this. No doubt she would be quizzed about her " testing" methods, and it was unlikely her first test would be much of a surprise. Fiona turned to face the mirror. She pressed the other end of the dildo between her legs until it was fully inside her, the let go. It was held in place only by her muscles clenching down on it. This is what Victor had designed it to do. Who did he expect her to use it on? Jade? Frank? The toy began to slip down. The wetness and fatigue from her last orgasm made it difficult to hold in place. Fiona grabbed the shaft of the fake penis to keep it from falling to the floor. As she did it bumped against her clit again. It felt good. She looked at herself in the mirror The purple color was not as obvious in the dim reflection. The reflection looked like a thin man holding his cock. Actually it looked like a thin man with nice tits holding his cock. Fiona wondered if the natural setting worked both ways. Slowly she began to stroked up and down. The toy was still wet and slippery from being inside her. She looked in the mirror, fascinated by the sight of herself jerking off. Fiona thought about the time she had watched Frank. The first time they had been facing each other. She had one hand between her legs, and the other on her breast. Frank was leaned back on one arm, and stroking himself with the other. Frank had a pretty intense orgasm, spraying come onto her breasts and face. He clearly liked watching her masturbate. The second time had been in front of this mirror. It was right after her first wax job, and her skin was too sensitive for sex. She had been in almost the same position, on her hands and knees, while Frank kneeled behind her. She watched him slide his hand over his cock until he came on her ass Now she was all by herself. The dildo started to vibrate, causing the lips of her pussy to quiver and the muscles in her belly to contract around the toy. She stroked it faster, pulling it tight against her clitoris. Fiona sank to her knees as her legs began to feel weak. As her orgasm rocked her body she imaged someone bent over in front of her. The image appeared only for a split second, then was carried away by the rush of her orgasm. Fiona fell forward, throwing hand on on the mirror to catch herself. She rolled onto her back, one hand still on the toy. The spasms and contractions slowly faded away. Fiona wondered about the image. She wondered who her subconscious wanted it to be. She had never thought about switching roles with Frank, although this toy would probably make it a lot of fun for her. Maybe it was Jade, the woman she seemed to be developing a girl crush on. Or maybe it was Victor. It would certainly be ironic if he got fucked by his own toy. Fiona found the strength to get up. She cleaned off the toy and put it in her nightstand, then walked back to the kitchen to retrieve her panties and shorts. Once she was dressed she grabbed a paper towel and walked down the hall to clean the mirror. The hand print was quite distinct. Her had was quite wet from her activity. Fiona turned back towards the kitchen, she would leave the print there. She wanted Frank to ask about it. Maybe he could shed some light on what she had just imagined. Special Delivery I didn't mean for this to happen. Yes, I often dreamt about it, but I never expected it to manifest in real life. I would wake from these dreams, wet, aching, heart fluttering, and almost ashamed of myself. How could I have dreams like this about a perfect stranger? Better yet, how could I have gone through with this? I'm not sure how to feel. It was my "chill" day at home and all I had planned was some little chores and catching up on emails, etc. I literally rolled out of bed, pulled on a little black tube dress, brushed my teeth and began my day. It was absolutely beautiful outside so the windows and sliding door were open to allow the fans to catch the fresh air. As I was sitting at the computer doing my bills, there was a knock at the door. No one knocks at the door. I can say I almost don't allow it. If I actually invite anyone over, they are told to just walk in. I have a fear of answering the door so I am very aware of who is expected and if I am expecting a delivery I am well prepared. The UPS man knows that I work odd hours and generally leaves my packages on the back porch so as not to wake me. Lately though, I have seen a new UPS man. He is the one in my daydreams. Again, a knock. I finally went to the door and looked through the keyhole. It was him. If I knew he was going to be a day early, I certainly would have worn something. I felt almost naked in my little tube dress. It was probably the thinnest material I owned and though it was flowy from my waist to my mid-thigh, it was form-fitting on top and well...I have a lot of top. Too late to do anything about it, I opened the door. He took a second to say anything but when he did, his voice was not what I expected. It was almost perfect. In a tone that made my heart skip a beat he said, "I have a package for you, but it is so big I left it in the truck. I wanted to make sure you were home before bringing it." I didn't say anything; my heart was beating too hard. He said, "Well...you're home so I'll go get it." I felt like a complete idiot. I just stood there in the open door and didn't say a word as he turned to head towards his truck. Great. Not only is he sexy as hell, but he has a voice to match. Standing in my bare feet, he almost towered above me. I think he is about 6'4″, his skin is tan naturally but it seemed like he had some bronzing from the sun, his eyes were the prettiest blue I had ever seen, and yes...I noticed his hands. He has amazing hands, big, strong the kind I want wrapped around my... "Do you want me to bring it in?" he asked. He was at my door again with a giant box on a dolly cart. I opened the door wider and pointed towards the wall where I thought he should put it. When he leaned it against the wall, I thanked him. He said, "Oh I knew you would have a voice like that. Were you trying to hide it?" I knew exactly what he meant. For years people have told me I have a radio voice or a baby doll voice. When I am calm and happy I sound as if I should be on a phone sex line especially when my silly little accent comes out. I don't know why, but I do try to mask it sometimes. I finally decided to chat with him a little as he stood in my apartment. The door to the outside is near my bedroom and I saw him peek in. He mentioned that he had never been in one of the apartments here but was looking for a new place to live. I told him he could look around if he wanted. My heart was racing like crazy. He had already seen the front room which is close to the kitchen area so he just stepped into the bedroom, looked into the bathroom and walk-in closet then came to me. I didn't move. I stood there in the center of my bedroom facing him...or actually looking up to him as he stood less than a foot in front of me. His right hand went to the place where my head and neck meet and he said, "You have the most perfect eyes, I think I like them looking up at me." His hand was warm and seemed to vibrate an energy right into me. He moved my hair back and his hand went to the back of my head as he leaned into me and his lips touched mine. There was no more hesitation. I felt like a rag doll in his arms. He lifted me as he kissed me. I could tell by the way he used his tongue he was just going to take control. As he sucked and bit at my tongue and lips, he lifted me onto the bed so I was standing on it before him. I was looking down at him, my hands on his shoulders as he nuzzled my tummy. His hands worked their way up to my thighs as he moved my dress out of his way. I was at the perfect height for him to start nipping and licking at my clit. I could barely stand still! I had never had anyone tongue my pretty little pussy while I was standing. He moved me just enough to push his tongue into me slightly. I wanted more. I wanted to lay down but he kept me standing above him as he lapped and teased my wet slit. I was literally riding his face as he stood there in front of my bed. When I was ready to collapse from my legs quivering, he supported me. My head was spinning. I wanted it so bad, but this wasn't me!! I'm not the girl who has random sex with strangers! He must have felt me tense up. He grabbed me by the waist and laid me on the bed. He layed beside me and asked if I was ok. I just shook my head, yes. He began kissing me again, harder this time, deeper. I moved to take his shirt off. I wanted him to be just as vulnerable as I felt. He was well-defined beneath his shirt. I hadn't actually expected it. All I could think about was the fact that I wanted to bite him, to run my lips and tongue across every inch of him. He had removed my tube dress and somehow we both were naked, each of us filled with a sexual energy like no other. As my mind started to wander, he caught it. It was like he could feel my thoughts. His hand went to my throat. That was it. I was his. My whole body relaxed as he climbed atop me, his hand still on my throat. He kept me pinned as he straddled me in such a way that his cock was sliding between my tits. I opened my mouth, welcoming it as his cock head peeked at the top of my cleavage, then disappeared into my triple D's. He moved with long, slow stokes and I could feel him throbbing almost to the same beat as my quickened heart. He kept his eyes on mine. He said, "I don't have long, so let me do what I want to do to you. Don't worry about anything. You are mine and I am going to make you cum." He kept his hand on my throat as he kissed and nibbled his way down my neck, my breasts, then his hands moved down to my wrists pinning them to the bed as his head went between my thighs. I let out a whimper. "Shhh Kitten, I am going to make you cum." His hands went up to my thighs holding them apart where he wanted them and I moved my fingers to his head keeping him where I wanted him though I don't think I had any choice. His tongue plunged inside of my sopping wet pussy and I moaned loud enough I'm sure the whole complex heard it with my windows open. He licked from inside of me up to and around my clit with a firm pressure. He was almost moving me with his tongue as I slid closer to him, wanting him more. I was starting to get frustrated. I didn't know if I just wanted to cum or if I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. Just as I was beginning to tense up again, he pushed his fingers deep inside of me. This time, he was biting at me. My thighs, my clit, my pussy lips were all getting nipped at as he continued fucking my pussy with his fingers. I was going to cum. I knew it was going to be crazy; it had been building up inside of me. This wasn't going to be mildl. I could feel it building and I told him I was going to cum. He stopped and in almost one move he said he couldn't handle it any more, moved between my thighs and thrust his throbbing cock deep inside of me. I let out a scream, OH MY GOD he felt so good!! He was so hard and oh I let go. He made me squirt and cum as he continued fucking me with every bit of forceful energy he had. My fingers dug into his shoulders and back as I held on for the ride. I could feel every inch of him tearing inside of me, in and out time and again and I just wanted more, more, more! He moved my head to the side slightly and bit into the spot where my neck meets my shoulder releasing any tension that was left in my body. I came again uncontrollably. I could feel the head of his cock getting bigger and I knew he was ready. He pumped faster and all at once he was farther inside of me than ever before shooting his hot, creamy load deep inside of me. He kept fucking me as he was cumming and I gripped him with my pussy cumming again. When finally he slowed and pulled out of me, I whimpered a little. I didn't want it to end but I knew he had to get back to work. He kissed my forehead and said, "I hope I did good for you Kitten. I don't think you expected a special delivery like this." He got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out, I watched him dress. I watched his muscles ripple as he moved, I watched his eyes twinkle, I couldn't believe what had just happened but I was euphoric. Once he was dressed, I went to him. He pulled me close and kissed me. As he was walking out the door he said, "I will see you again. Expect it." I had no words. I'm still high from it. He left hours ago and I don't know how to feel. I am absolutely ecstatic that he was so much better live than in my daydreams, but yet I am torn with emotion because I just slept with, no I got fucked by a perfect stranger. I'm not that girl!! Maybe I have been missing out...or maybe, it was just that much better because good things cum to those who wait. Special Delivery Phil had been admiring Jasmine for over a year now. The 22-year old postal employee turned him on every time he saw her. Standing 5'5" with a slender 34-b, 24, 34 body, Jasmine had long brown hair, usually worn back in a high ponytail. She had a tan complexion with large almond eyes and a very exotic face. Best of all, Phil loved the way her small, shapely ass looked in her tight blue postal employee pants. Phil was 34-years old and divorced. He was an average looking man just a hair shy of six-foot with short brown hair and just a hint of a beer gut. Not what would be considered a very handsome man, but not homely either. He had the kind of face that one just didn't notice in a crowd. Phil had first seen Jasmine when he stopped in the Post Office on the other side of town. He had just become separated from his wife and was feeling lonely and the pretty postal employee had waited on him with a smile and a warm greeting. He had noticed one of her buttons undone while she waited on him and when she leaned forward with his change he caught just the briefest view of her areola sticking out over her low-cut bra. It was enough to send him out of the post office with a hardon. Phil had stopped by that post office several times during the last year, always enjoying the sight of the pretty girl when he saw her. But he usually voyeured her from afar when he was there. He often thought about asking her out, but had learned from another clerk that she had a steady boyfriend and wouldn't be interested in him because of his age anyway. Phil was concerned when he failed to see Jasmine the last three times he stopped by the post office. He finally got up the nerve to ask someone about her and learned that she had volunteered to take a turn at delivering mail on a regular route while a friend was on maternity leave. Phil was surprised when he recognized the neighborhood she was now working as one that he had lived in before meeting his ex-wife. On a whim, Phil drove home through that neighborhood after leaving the post office. He remembered one of the streets as being pretty run down. He drove down the road and saw several unoccupied houses and an evil plan began forming in his mind. Phil took the next day off from work and drove back to that neighborhood. Parking at the corner he sat patiently waiting to see if this indeed was Jasmine's new route. After waiting about an hour he saw a postal jeep pull up and park. To his relief he watched as Jasmine climbed out of the jeep, hoisted a mailbag over her shoulder, and begin walking down the street. Phil couldn't resist unzipping his pants and jacking off while watching her tight ass shift as she walked down the street away from him. Now that he was sure of Jasmine's route he decided to put his plan into action. He got out and walked down the street paying particular attention to the abandoned houses. He saw one that he thought would do quite well. A little two-level building with the windows intact that sat with another abandoned house on the left and woods on the right. There was a large hedge in front that partially blocked the view of the door from the street. Phil memorized the house number and returned to his car. When he got home he addressed an empty envelope to a Mr. J. Smith at that address and put the letter into the mail. The next day he addressed two more letters to the same J. Smith, using different envelopes and attempting to change the handwriting, and mailed them. He also stopped by a pay phone and called an 800-catalog number and requested a catalog for J. Smith. A couple days later he parked down the street and walked by the house. Being sure that nobody was looking he went to the door and checked the mailbox. Sure enough, there were two of the letters. He grabbed them and left, feeling certain that sweet Jasmine would notice them gone and now believe that someone is occupying this house. Phil's next step was to stop by an office supply store and purchase a large packing envelope. He stuffed the envelope with torn newspaper and then addressed it. Phil then drove thirty miles away to another post office and filled out a special delivery certified mail slip for the package. After dropping it off in the mail he made arrangements to take the next couple days off work. Late the next day Phil drove to the house. It was pretty dark since there were no streetlights. He pulled into the driveway of the house and pulled around back so his car would be hidden from the street. Phil then got out of his car and jimmied that back door open and went inside. He brought with him a suitcase containing rope and other items he would need. He checked the mail out front and was satisfied to find the third and final letter, along with the catalog he had ordered. The next morning Phil rose from his makeshift bed on the floor in a rear room, ate a small breakfast consisting of a few items he brought with him. And sat waiting. Shortly after 10:30 he saw Jasmine walking up the driveway carrying the brown package. His heart was beating rapidly as he pondered his next step. He could simply refuse to answer the door and forget this whole thing. Or he could go through with his plans. He heard Jasmine at the door and knew that she must have pushed the doorbell. With no electricity in the house there was no sound inside. Phil quickly opened the door as if he had heard it ring. "Hello." Phil greeted, holding the door only slightly ajar. "Special delivery for Mr. J. Smith." Jasmine said to him in a sweet, innocent voice. Phil could feel his lust rising just by looking into her eyes. He knew that he had to continue. "That's me, I'll take it." He said, reaching for the package. "Sorry, but you have to sign for it first." She explained, showing him the form affixed to the top of the package. "No problem." He said. "Do you have a pen?" Jasmine withdrew a pen and handed out to him with her right hand while holding out the package with her left. She was not expecting it when Phil grabbed both of her wrists and jerked her forward as he pulled the door open. "Wh-what the hell…" Jasmine cried out as she found herself yanked into the empty room. She tried to pull free but Phil held a firm grip on her wrists. He kicked the door closed just as she started to scream. Phil shoved her to the floor then jumped on the struggling girl. The first thing he did was force a washcloth into her mouth o silence her. Jasmine continued to fight but she was no match for the stronger man atop her. Phil rolled her over and managed to tie her hands behind her back. He then lifted her and carried her into the back room so that nobody could see anything should they look into the windows. Once in the empty bedroom Phil dropped Jasmine to the floor. She continued struggling as he sat on her waist and began unbuttoning her uniform blouse. Jasmine screamed against the gag as her shirt was pulled apart revealing her small but shapely breast clad now only in a sexy cut bra. Phil pulled out a knife and cut the straps free then tossed the bra aside. Now Jasmine blushed as her perky nipples were exposed to her attacker. Phil took one of her tits in each hand and began fondling them. Then he lowered himself so he could begin sucking her now rock hard nipples. After a few minutes of this Phil began undoing Jasmine's pants. She began struggling again but he was successful in sliding them down her tan, sexy legs, then pulled them off along with her shoes. Jasmine wanted to cry as she was held down wearing only a pair of powder blue thong panties. Phil began rubbing her mound through the thin fabric until he could wait no longer and jerked the panties free. Now Jasmine's pussy was in full view. He was pleased to see that she had only a tuft of hair above her pussy and the rest of her pussy was shaved. He rubbed her pussy then slowly inserted his index finger into her tight box. "I'll give you a choice, babe," Phil instructed her. "You can suck my cock or else get fucked. Which will it be?" Jasmine didn't know what to do. She couldn't escape this man and now he wanted her to decide how he was to rape her. "If you can't make up your mind then I guess it's my choice." He said. Jasmine yelled against the gag. Phil pulled it out of her mouth and asked, "So, have you made a decision?" Jasmine didn't want to do anything. But she knew that she had no choice in the matter. She was going to get raped and had no way of escape. She weighed her options and decided that she would rather suck him off than let him fuck her. So she quietly told him so. Phil stood and removed his jeans and boxer shorts. Jasmine could see his 8-inch cock standing fully erect. She was no stranger to sex, but had only had men 5 or 6 inches before. And it had been almost three months since her last sexual encounter after her boyfriend had been transferred overseas with the Marines. Phil helped Jasmine to her knees then stood before her, his cock only inches from her face. "Well…" He said. Jasmine closed her eyes but was reprimanded by her attacker who wanted her watch everything she was doing. Jasmine opened her mouth and allowed Phil's dick to have access. Once inside she began to suck his cock. Phil stood there in complete satisfaction looking down at Jasmine's beautiful face sucking on his manhood. Phil had not had sex since his wife left him. And he had longed for Jasmine for so long now that he couldn't believe this was finally happening. Jasmine continued working her mouth back and forth along Phil's pecker, doing her best to get him off and end this ordeal so she could get out of there and call the cops. She knew that she was making him feel even better by her actions but was willing to do her best to finish this. Phil stood there, holding Jasmine's head in his hands helping to guide her as she continued sucking him. "Oh god, this feels so fucking great." He said as he felt his balls tightening. Jasmine felt his cock swell even larger in her mouth. Then she heard him exhale sharply and felt the first trickle of his semen fall onto her tongue. It was quickly followed by a full blast of warm, sticky cum that launched into her throat. Jasmine wanted to pull her head away but his hands held her tight. She felt more and more cum filling her mouth and had no choice but to swallow it. Jasmine gulped down his cum, fighting back the desire to gag as she did so. Phil continued pumping her mouth until he was fully spent and his cock began to go soft. Only then did he pull away from her. Jasmine squatted on the floor. "Can I go now?" She pleaded. Phil stepped back a couple feet looking her over. He could see a little trace of his sperm dripping out of the corners of her mouth and his cock began to grow again. "Sorry, babe. But we aren't finished yet." Jasmine began screaming and tried to stand but Phil shoved her back onto the floor and got down over her. "Scream all you want, darling. But nobody will hear you." Jasmine shut up, afraid of what would happen to her if she didn't. "Please let me go." She begged. "Don't worry," Phil tried to reassure her. "I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, before we're through you're going to feel real good." Phil grabbed Jasmine's legs and yanked them apart, lowering himself between them. Jasmine tried to kick free but he wrapped his strong arms around them and held her pinned as he put his face between her legs. "Oh, what a sweet pussy." He said as he kissed her twat. Jasmine strained but was unable to stop him as he began licking her pussy. Once he reached the folds of her cunt her clit sprang into view. Jasmine was horrified when his tongue began flicking her clitoris after realizing that it had become aroused. Her juices began flowing against her will, causing her to struggle even more. Phil was enjoying every moment of eating her out. Slowly he worked his way up and down her pussy lips, always returning to focus on her swollen clit. Jasmine ceased struggling and now only concentrated on trying not to give in to what was happening to her. But she could feel her insides growing warmer with every flick of his tongue. Jasmine rolled her eyes and jerked her head back and forth, crying for him to stop but knowing that her body wanted him to continue. "Oh god," she called out. "Yes," she let slip then consciously said, "no." so as not to reveal how she was really feeling. Then it happened. Jasmine climaxed under the oral assault of her attacker. Phil felt her juices flowing freely on his face as he licked her to orgasm. But he wasn't finished yet. Phil continued eating her pussy. Driving Jasmine crazy as he brought her to a second, and then a third orgasm. She begged him to stop for she didn't think she could handle any more. But Phil continued licking her. Jasmine roared with delight as her fourth climax struck her. Only then did Phil stop. Jasmine lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. She could feel her pussy dripping wet after having four intense orgasms. She did not realize at first that Phil was climbing on top of her. When he began kissing her she responded, not comprehending what was happening. Then she felt the head of his cock press between her soaked pussy lips. "No, don't!" She cried out. But it was too late. Phil's cock slide into her pussy. Once he had all eight inches inside her Phil lay still, enjoying the sensation of finally entering his long sought goal. Jasmine trembled as Phil began pumping her pussy. She did not want this to be happening but was unable to stop him from fucking her. Jasmine feared that she would end up pregnant if he didn't stop. But Phil ignored her pleas. Worse, Jasmine could feel her pussy responding yet again. She had never been filled so much in her life and after the expert licking she had just received she was in no position to resist what was happening to her. A couple minutes later Jasmine was crying out with another orgasm. Phil tingled with excitement as he felt Jasmine's pussy quivering around his cock. He was pumping her deep and hard, enjoying her tight pussy more than he had every enjoyed a woman in his life. Jasmine climaxed two more times in the next fifteen minutes before Phil unleashed his load deep inside her pussy. Jasmine pleaded with him to stop when she felt him about to cum but Phil refused to stop. He had gone too far to not allow himself the ultimate satisfaction of emptying his balls in her hot pussy. Jasmine lay exhausted when Phil got off of her. She had been with several sex partners in her life. And had enjoyed a very active sex life with her boyfriend. But never had she had so many orgasms in once encounter. Her legs were shaking so much that she feared she would be unable to walk if her attacker let her go. But Phil was not finished yet. He took two fingers and inserted them into Jasmine's cunt. Then added two more. Now he was finger fucking her with four fingers while sucking her right nipple while using his left hand to massage her left nipple. Jasmine bucked and shivered as Phil continued. She was moaning loudly and Phil's hand was drenched as she climaxed again. Phil got on his knees; Jasmine was surprised to see that his cock was hard once more. He grabbed the exhausted girl and rolled her over. Forcing her onto her knees so that her ass was in the air. He then slipped his cock into her sopping pussy and fucked her slowly for a couple minutes. Then he pulled out and pressed his cock against her virgin anal ring. "Noooo!" Jasmine called out as she realized what was about to happen. But once again Phil ignored her and began pressing forward. Jasmine was too tired, and her asshole too soaked from her own juices, to resist. She cried out as his cock invaded her bowels. She felt as if he was going to tear her apart as he sank if shaft deeper and deeper into her ass. Then Phil began slowly pumping her tight asshole. He had watched her shapely ass for so long that he could not resist taking her there. Jasmine was in agony at first. But little by little she began to grow used to his cock. Soon she was actually feeling pleasure from it. With her ass being stimulated by Phil's cock, and his hairy balls slapping her upturned pussy and swollen clit, Jasmine was soon enjoying her anal rape to the point where she was fucking back against him. Phil fucked her ass for close to twenty minutes before spilling his third load into her poop chute. Then he pulled out, completely satisfied with taking Jasmine in all three openings. Jasmine lay on the floor, feeling her pussy quivering. She could not believe that her pussy was ready to orgasm yet again. But she had no way of getting release. "Fuck me!" She cried out, surprising herself almost more than she surprised Phil. "What?" He asked. "I said, fuck me. Please fuck me. I need to get off again." Phil could not believe what he was hearing. It was almost enough to make him erect again. But as it was he wasn't sure if he could get it up a fourth time. Seeing his flaccid cock Jasmine said. "I'll suck you until your ready. But for god's sake please fuck me!" Phil could not deny her request. He untied her hands and lay on the floor while Jasmine got between his legs and began sucking his cock. She knew that this was the same cock that had only moments before been buried deep inside her ass but she did not care. Jasmine used all her skill to suck Phil's pecker until it was back to its full eight inches. Then she climbed atop him and slide herself down on his shaft. Jasmine placed her hands on Phil's shoulders and began slamming herself up and down on his lap enjoying every moment of this. She cried louder than before as her body was wracked with another orgasm. Phil grabbed her ass and thrust his hips up to meet Jasmine's ass she continued to ride him. They continued for over a half-hour, with Jasmine climaxing until her mind was too groggy to know or care what was going on around her. Phil cried out with joy as he came once more in Jasmine's pussy. She continued to ride him until she had one last orgasm, then passed out on top of Phil. When Jasmine awoke she found herself alone. She stood on shaky legs and began looking around the house for any sign of her attacker. But he was long gone. Jasmine found her shirt, pants and shoes on the floor but there was no sign of her bra or panties. She dressed hastily and grabbed the mailbag that still set by the door. Jasmine left the house. She knew that she should call the police but could not bring herself to do so. Sure she had been raped. But she had enjoyed nearly every fucking minute of it. There was no way she was going to tell anybody about this. The only thing she regretted was that she had to walk the rest of her beat with her nipples nearly visible through her white shirt and the crotch of her pants visibly soaked with her own come. Phil stayed away from that part of town for a couple months. He watched the news but never saw anything about a postal worker getting raped and decided that Jasmine must have decided to keep their secret. A few months later he chanced a visit to her post office and saw her behind the counter. He also saw that she was now several months pregnant. Phil left the post office immediately. Wondering if he would ever dare another encounter with his favorite postal employee. Special Delivery Kate Upton, her ass all rosy from the thorough spanking I had just administered while she yelped with joy, is bent over a training table back in the deep recesses of the Atlanta Braves' locker room begging me to fuck her brains out, when my fucking cell phone goes off jerking me awake. I come to lying on my sofa, having dozed off after a couple of beers, a chicken salad sandwich, and a boring Braves' game. "Hello," I mumble, fuzzy voiced. "Let me speak to Connie, Jim." It's Sheila, my wife's forty-three year old, narcissistic, binge drinking, forty-carat bitch of a friend who lives a few streets over. She's always pissy with me on the phone, something I don't fully understand because in person she's so sweet that honey wouldn't melt in her hot, pouty little mouth that looks like it could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, even to the point of being a bit of a tease and a flirt. Of course, in person we're always with Connie so I don't know how she'd act if we were alone and since we aren't ever gonna be alone, I pretty much don't give a shit. I usually just reply to her with smart-assed comments which, I suspect, drives her bat-shit. She and Connie became friends through the neighborhood bridge club and Connie genuinely likes her even though Sheila is about fifteen years older and they don't have shit in common. Connie is a push over when it comes to helping friends and Sheila constantly takes advantage. It pisses me off, but Connie doesn't mind so I let it be. "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number," I deadpan. "Cut out the bullshit and put Connie on the phone, Jim." "She's not here, Sheila. She ran off with some guy from Hollywood who likes her tits. He's gonna make her a body double which is gonna be awesome—I mean, she has a great body as it is and if he doubles it, she's gonna be outta this world, don't cha think?" "Quit fucking around and put her on the phone, Jim. I need to talk to her." "She honestly isn't here, Sheila. She went to the beach with some old sorority sisters. They left this morning and won't be back for a week." She can tell by my tone that it's the truth. "Shit. I needed her to go to the liquor store for me. I've had a few drinks and I ran out of liquor. I thought I had another bottle, but I don't. I really need a drink." So you want me to be your delivery boy, is that it? "Can't Harold go?" "No, the bastard's gone to Tallahassee to visit his daughter and her brats. It would suit the hell out of me if he'd stay down there." "What about a neighbor? Can't you run next door and borrow a cup of bourbon?" "They're not home and I don't...look Jim, there's not anyone around here I can ask." "I guess you're shit out of luck, then, aren't you?" Squirm, bitch. The tone of her voice changes. She can be very charming when she wants something. "Is there any chance you'd go for me? I'm afraid to drive and I really need a drink, Jim." "I don't know, there's a helluva Braves game on. I'm really into it and I hate to miss it." "It won't take you long. I don't have anyone else I can ask, Jim." "Beg me." "Oh, Jim," she says, annoyed, not believing that I mean it, but I don't reply and there's an uncomfortable silence. She lowers her voice and gives me that soft, sweet, sexy sound, with a southern accent that only true southern women can manage without it sounding affected, that resonance that'll make both your dick and your tongue hard. "Jim, will you please go to the liquor store for me, please, darling. Pretty please with sugar on it?" Damn! She sounds hotter than Kate Upton. "You can be down right sexy. You know that, Sheila?" I say, smiling, building her ego a little, then I give her a shot to tear her back down. "I never noticed that about you." I almost laugh imagining the look on her face. "What do you want me to get?" "A couple of bottles of Old Charter, please. Fifths. Half-gallons are too big and heavy." "Okay, Sheila, but you owe me. See you in a little while." Now even though she's a bitch most of the time, she's a good looking woman all the time and my money says she could fuck the horns off of Satan. She's a bit overweight, true, but she's put together pretty well—decent tits, nice ass, dresses to the nines, keeps herself immaculately groomed, carries herself like a queen and projects an aura of hard-to-get sexiness. You know the type. She gives off this wanton vibe and is probably neglected. Harold is in his sixties and doesn't seem to have much interest in sex—hell, she's probably bitched at him so much that she lost her appeal. I've always thought she could be had—hard-to-get and all—if you ever got her alone and got a few drinks into her, but I never pursued her. First off, I don't much like her and second it would be a risky hassle trying to get her alone and third I'd be running the risk of her bitchy ass rejecting me and then telling Connie. It just never seemed worth it. But now, here she is home all by her lonesome, begging my horny ass to bring her some liquor. Ain't it funny how fast your attitude can change when pussy enters the equation. Get ready, Shelia baby. Jim's coming to see your sexy ass. At the liquor store, I just go ahead and buy the limit, five fifths of Old Charter. I figure a gallon will last her a while although she can really go through the stuff when she's on a toot. When I get to her house, she doesn't answer the bell on the first ring, so I ring it again, knowing that she knows it's me and is just making me wait—that's Sheila. She just has to do little things to exert control. I chuckle thinking about exerting a little control over her. "Who is it?" she calls out, like the fuck she doesn't know. "The big bad wolf," I say, "Open up before I blow your house down." And fuck your piggly wiggly ass. "Don't do that. I might melt in this heat, I'm so sweet," she laughs opening the door and reaches out for the liquor, but I don't hand her the sack. "What? You not gonna invite me in for a drink after I went and got it for you?" Invite me in or no drink, baby. "Of course, I, uh, just thought you wanted to get back to your ball game or whatever." She sounds a little flustered, like maybe I've surprised her by wanting to come in. "No, I was looking forward to having a drink, too—you got me in the mood. Besides, it's not every day I get to have a drink with the prettiest woman in the neighborhood." She loves compliments, especially on her looks and age. Compliments that would insult most women, Sheila eats up—no amount of flattery is too much. She laughs, opening the door wider, "Well come on in, then, before I let all the cool air out. I don't want to air condition the outdoors, now do I. Just don't pay any attention to how I look. I'm a mess." She's wearing a pair of shorty pajamas with no bra. The loose fitting button up top virtually hangs from her nipples while the bottoms are a blousy panty style that gathers in the creases where her legs meet her body making a vee that ends at her crotch—sexy as hell. I wonder if she is dressed like this to tease me or if I really did catch her by surprise when I wanted to come in? Damn she looks good. Is the bitch setting me up? Does she want me to make a pass so she can reject me, then tell. Fuck it, I don't care, she looks too good not to give her a try. "You're not a mess, you look good. You've got this whole 'movie star lounging around on the weekend' thing going—it suits you." "What bullshit," she replies trying to sound modest as she closes the door. I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her braless tits press against my chest and I'm tempted, for just a split second, to slide my hands up to them. Keep your cool, now. Don't rush. "I got you a gallon." "Oh, you sweetheart," she exclaims. "Come on, I need a drink." She turns and walks toward the kitchen, her slightly chubby ass swaying and bouncing beneath those pajama bottoms. She doesn't appear to be wearing panties. Damn that ass looks good. At the kitchen sink, she pours herself a really big drink, about three fingers in a juice glass, swipes it under the running water, tosses it down and chases it with a couple more swallows of water. I do the same. She likes to sink drink and so do I, it's quick and effective. "Whew, that's good," I say. "I know. I needed that." "Here, let's have another." I pour us each a second round. She seems caught a little off guard and doesn't quite know what to do, but accepts the drink. I figure two big drinks, one right after the other, will loosen her up. It's a lot of bourbon. Tossing the second drink down, she goes "Ummm," in appreciation for how good it is and shivers, as a strong drink will sometimes make you do, causing her tits to bounce. I'll make those things bounce good, baby. "Damn, that's good," I say and put my arm around her shoulders, pull her sideways to me, and give her a kiss on the cheek. She likes it, I can tell and kinda snuggles against me for a second before pulling away, unsure how to act. "I didn't know Connie was going to the beach. I might have wanted to go with her," she says, trying to make conversation. "Eh, some college friend invited five of them—sorority sisters. I'm sure you would have just loved sitting around drinking some of that godawful flavored vodka shit that's in style while talking about the time Sally Jane Slutbucket lost her virginity to some jock and got the crabs and they had to fumigate the whole fucking I Felta Thigh house." She laughs. "It might have been fun." "Yeah, I can see it now. You sitting in a sand chair drinking coconut flavored vodka and grape juice or some damn thing, listening to some gal you don't know tell about the time she wanted a big cock and fucked a six-ten basketball player only to find his dick was the size of a roll of pennies." She laughs again. "Not the flavored vodka, but the rest might be entertaining." "What, you like small cocks?" "No, silly." "Oh, you like 'em big, do you?" Easy. Slow down a little. "Oh, hush. You know what I mean. Their conversations might be interesting." "What? Am I not interesting enough for you?" "Yeah, but you've got stuff to do other than entertain me." "What? Lesee," I say holding my hands out like scales, "Braves losing another game. Having drinks with the prettiest woman in town. Hmmm. Yeah that's a tough one." I laugh and slide my arm around her waist, give her a hug, then leave my arm there. "Oh, you're so full of shit," she says, giving me a playful bump with her shoulder and pushes me away, but remains standing beside me as we lean back against the sink I decide to increase the flattery she loves so much. "Damn, you have pretty skin. It's so smooth and clear. How do you keep it so perfect?" "Oh hush, it's not perfect." "It's damn close. God, I love it." I nuzzle her neck and she shivers. "Ooow. Don't do that," she says, scrunching her shoulders up and moves away from me. She acts a little unsure of herself as if she doesn't know what to do and pours herself another drink. Got to you, didn't I, baby You haven't had a man in a while, have you? "Seriously, how do you stay so young looking, have you had surgery or something?" "No, silly," she says and downs her drink. "Well, you're amazing. You don't have hardly any wrinkles. You don't look a day over thirty, you know that? " "Oh, bullshit I do too," she says, "But you know what? Dr. Neese told me that I have young skin. He said it might not wrinkle until I'm in my eighties or nineties." Her speech is beginning to slur just a little and she seems to be warming up. I decide to press her a little more. "Your skin is as soft as a baby's, you know that? I just love it." I pull her close, facing me, and gently run my finger tips over her cheek, barely touching it, like she's a priceless work of art that I can't resist. "Oh, hush." "And you have fantastic lips, so soft," I say and give her a peck on the lips followed immediately by a longer, kiss—still short, but longer than the peck. When I get you by the ears, we'll see just what those sexy lips can do. "Ummm," she murmurs, surprised. "Don't do that, Jim." "You're not only beautiful, you're sexy. The women are all jealous of you, you know that?" "Oh, they are not." "They are too. You have a beautiful face and a terrific figure. So curvy. And a great ass. I love your ass, you know that? It's fantastic." I slide my hand down and pat her ass, then run my hand over it and leave it there. Damn her ass is nice. So fucking soft. "Don't Jim. Please," she pleads and reaches back to push my hand away, but uses barely any force and I leave my hand there, continuing to gently caress as I keep talking to her, flattering her. She's a little flustered. "Women really are jealous of your looks. They see the way men look at you and it just drives them nuts. They all want to look as good as you—as young. They really want to look as young as you. You know they do." She gives up on moving my hand as I pull her closer and give her another short kiss on the lips. I'm surprised she gives up control so easily. Yeah, been a while since she's had a man. "Jim, stop. You're embarrassing me," she says. I know she's talking about the kiss and my hand on her ass, but I pretend it's about the flattery. "I'm just telling the truth. The men all look at you with lust in their eyes and wonder what you'd be like in bed. You know that?" "Hush, Jim." "They do. They all imagine you kicking and squealing. Does Harold make you kick and squeal, Sheila?" "Hush, Jim. I don't like this talk." Bullshit. You love it. "What? You don't squeal and scream?" "No. Now hush." I pull her real close where my mouth is next to her ear and give her ass a squeeze. "You got a boyfriend taking care of you, Sheila? Is he spanking that pretty ass of yours? Showing you who's boss?" Probably not, but I sure as hell will. "You know better than that," she says, weak voiced and takes a small step to the side, trying to move away from me, but wedges herself into the corner where the cabinets come together. I step in front of her, close, our bodies almost touching. She has nowhere to go now, her back is against the cabinets and I'm in front of her. You're ready to give in, aren't you, baby. Haven't had a good fucking in a long time, have you? "Don't tell me no man's ever made you scream. Haven't you ever screamed, Sheila?" "No. Now hush, Jim." Hush, hell. This bullshit's working, baby. "Damn, you're just like a virgin, then aren't you?" I murmur, moving in closer, my mouth close to her ear where she can feel my breath and say, "If a man sticks a big thick cock in you and fills you up good and full and pounds you long and hard until you think you can't stand it, fucks you hard like he means it and makes you come real hard with spasms rolling through your body over and over like they're never gonna end, and you scream, jerking and shivering, then he's getting your cherry, isn't he, Sheila?" "Oh my God, Jim. Hush. Please." I run my hand down inside the back of her pajama bottoms to her bare ass and kiss her again, holding it longer this time. I feel her tremble. "That's good," I whisper, then press my body against hers and kiss her again, holding her tightly while squeezing her ass. I can feel her erect nipples against my chest as she kisses me back, open mouthed, moving her lips and tongue. We break the kiss and she starts mumbling, "Jim, you shouldn't," but I kiss her again and she squeezes my arms, emitting a small moan. This baby couldn't stop now if the damn house caught fire. We break the kiss again and I begin unbuttoning her top. "Jim, don't," she says. I kiss her again and press my knee between her legs, putting pressure on her mound with my thigh causing her to utter a little involuntary moan. I brush her open top aside and cup her bare breast. Looking into her eyes, I slowly move my leg against her mound, squeezing her soft round ass with one hand while playing with her breast with the other, teasing its nipple, tickling its sensitive underside. Her face flushes. "You better stop," she says in a pleading voice. I run my hand from her breast down inside the front of her pants. She tries to squeeze her legs together, but my thigh keeps them apart while my hand finds her slit. "Damn, that's nice, Sheila. So fucking nice." "Jim, please don't." This hard-to-get shit is getting old. Sliding a finger into her pussy, I look into her eyes and finger her slowly, letting my hand rub against her clit as my finger moves in and out. I love to see a woman's eyes when she's getting hot. Sheila's eyes begin to droop and glaze—I love it. "Your pussy's wet, Sheila. Why are you wet, baby?" "I, I don't know." "You're not getting hot, are you? You better not get hot, Sheila. I'll fuck you if you get hot. I'll fuck you good." "Oh god, Jim." I think this baby likes being teased. "I'll stick a big ol' dick in you. I'll fill you up. I'll fuck you good, baby. I'll make you come." I begin to finger her faster, looking at her face. Her mouth goes slack and her eyes roll back. "Let's go to the bedroom, Sheila." "No, Jim. No." What the fuck? Is she trying to tease me? I quit fingering her abruptly and slide my hand up to her abdomen. She's squirming now, trying to get my fingers back, but it's too late, my hand is tickling her soft tummy. God, that ass feels good squirming in my hand. "Don't stop," she whines. "What do you want, Sheila?" "Don't stop, Jim." "Ready to go to bed now, Sheila?" I run my hand back down to her pussy and circle her clit, making her moan. "Uh huh." "Well, fuck you, I'm out of the mood. Telling me 'no' killed it, bitch. So, fuck you. I'm leaving." Once again I quit playing with her pussy and move my hand back up to her stomach. "No, Jim, don't. I didn't mean it. Don't go. Please." "Don't play games with me, Sheila. I'll walk the fuck out of here and leave your ass squirming. Don' play games with me." "I'm not. I'm not, Jim." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Yes, Jim. I'm sure." I slip my hand back down to her pussy, run my finger around her clit a few times, then slide it back inside her pussy. I finger her faster. I kiss her breast. I draw her nipple into my mouth and run my tongue around it, getting it wet. I blow on it and she moans, then cries out, "Oh, god," as I let her nipple feel my teeth. I begin rubbing her clit real fast and her knees buckle. If I wasn't still holding her by the ass, she would sink to the floor. She's about to come. I kiss her neck and ear. "Are you gonna tell me 'no' again?" "Hun uh." "Are you gonna mind now, do what I tell you, Sheila?" "Yes." Fuck yeah, she likes being controlled. Hang on baby, I'm about to make your day. I stop circling her clit. "What did you say?" "I said, yes, I said, yes, Jim." "You mean, yes sir, don't you?" "Yes, sir.." "That a girl. Now get your pretty butt in the bedroom before I change my mind." I give her a sharp slap on the ass. She yelps, tucking her stinging butt forward to avoid another smack as she takes a little hop step and starts toward the bedroom. "Yes sir, Master," she says and I know this is gonna be good. End Special Delivery Stacey waddled into the kitchen with a tray full of dirty dishes while thinking about how tired she felt all the time. She still had two months to go before her baby was due! She felt like a fat cow after gaining thirty pounds during this her first pregnancy. Her tits had now turned into mini Goodyear blimps and her belly looked like she was stealing a water melon from a fruit stand and hiding it under her nightie. No wonder Karl her husband seemed to lose interest in sex. When she looked into the mirror she appeared to be anything but desirable and to top it all off her nipples had begun to leak milk leaving her dresses and blouses stained and wet. God she would be glad when all of this was over. A shiver ran through her when she looked out the kitchen window at the foot deep snow that spread across her back yard looking like a perfect white carpet. As she gazed at the wintery scene her mind floated back to a childhood of sledding, throwing snowballs and building snow forts until her reminiscing was abruptly interrupted by the loud ringing of the front door chimes. She was dressed in only a nightie, normally she would have put on a house coat to cover herself but for once she just forgot about it and went directly to the door and opened it. Standing on the snowy front porch was a young Express Parcel delivery man, holding a package and a clip board. "Package for a Stacey Collins," He said while shivering in the cold January air. "I'm Stacey Collins, please step inside out of that cold for a few minutes!" She told him. "Thanks ma'am," He replied, "It's really a cold out there today," He said as he stepped into her living room. She signed for the package and asked him if he would like a cup of coffee to warm up. "Thanks a lot, I could sure use one the heater in the truck isn't working to well," He replied. "Come on into the kitchen and sit down for a few minutes and warm up," She offered. "Black or cream and sugar," She asked as she poured a couple of fresh cups. "Black will be fine thanks," He answered taking in a deep whiff of the fresh brew while also taking in a view of Stacey's huge chest. He couldn't help but notice the two wet spots on the front of her nightie. At the same spot where her big nipples poked through the thin material. Almost instantly he felt his dick begin to stiffen as he watched her big jugs jiggle freely from side to side. "My god," He thought. "She isn't even wearing a bra." He thought to himself again seeing her big nipples trying to poke through her nightie. Stacey wasn't paying any attention to him because she was busy opening the package that he had just delivered. "Well, it's finally here," She exclaimed. "Ma'am?" He offered. "My breast pump, it's finally here," She exclaimed happily "If you hadn't already noticed I am having quite a problem with my milk filled breasts and this little pump should keep them from leaking." She said as she looked him in the face. He turned beet red at the mention of the term "milk filled breasts" and quickly turned away while Stacey pulled the package open and was immediately faced with a hand full of loose parts that had to be assembled. She stared at them for a couple of minutes before turning to the delivery man. "Do you think you could take a minute to help me put this thing together, I am not mechanically inclined at all," She asked him. "Oh and by the way I'm Stacey, what's your name?" She asked the delivery man. "Uhhh, Alan, its Alan, uh let me see what you have there," He stammered while taking the pump and loose parts from her . After a quick scan of the directions it only took Alan five minutes to attach all the parts and hoses to the base unit. "There you go," He said triumphantly, "It should work just fine now." She answered as he handed the pump back to her. Stacey was aww struck at how handsome this young man really was. Just having him sitting in her kitchen was making her pussy damp. It had been so long since she had had any meaningful sex with her husband. Just at the mere presence of a strange man in her own home was enough to get her going. "How does it work, it looks so complicated with all those hoses and switches, I know I'll never be able to figure it out do you think you can show me how it works?" She asked him hoping he would help her in more ways than one. "Well ma'am, I don't think that it's my place to, you know, to help you with," All embarrassed like. "Oh please," She begged. "I'm so uncomfortable and I just know that you can show me how to use it, pleassssse?" She begged him again. Before he could answer Stacey slipped her arms out of her nightie and let it fall to her waist exposing the two biggest tits that Al had ever seen in his life. The breath was sucked right out of him as he looked at the two monsters jiggling on the young woman's chest. Another huge surprise was the size of her nipples. Al had never seen a pregnant woman's breasts before, the dark colour and rubbery appearance actually stunned him. Even though he knew he was staring he just couldn't help himself they were absolutely magnificent. "Okay, Alan?" She asked him. "Here show me how it works," She said while handing him the pump as she stood waiting patiently for him to connect the contraption to her nipples. With shaky hands he plugged the cord in to the outlet and placed the suction cup over her right nipple. After checking again to make sure everything was all set, he flipped the switch and the little motor began to hum. Almost immediately fresh breast milk began to flow through the clear plastic tube and into the receptacle that was sitting on the table. By now sweat had broken out all over Al's forehead and he reached for his handkerchief to dab his brow. "Alan?" She asked softly, "Could you do me another favour?" She asked again. "What would that be?" He asked back in a weak voice? "I'm getting the milk out of one breast but the other one is still full and needs to be emptied right away, do you think you could do that for me?" She asked smiling at him. "Uh, how would I do that, ma'am?" He stammered. "Well silly," She answered boldly. "With your mouth of course, how else would you do it?" Alan turned a decided shade of crimson as he tried to avoid the steady gaze of Stacey Collins. But again before he could answer, Stacey made the first move by deftly slipping her hand under the table and feeling the huge bulge in Alan's trousers. He jumped a little but didn't make a move to escape her soft caress. After standing up she leaned her breast forward towards his now gaping mouth. It was all happening so fast! It almost looked like a bowling ball coming at him, with the huge distended nipple pointed directly at his mouth. He didn't quite get his mouth opened in time so the big boob bounced against his face allowing milk to leak out on to his cheek. "Come on baby, open up for mama and suck her big nipple!" She cooed. That was all she needed to say as Alan opened wide and was soon sucking down the sweet nectar that poured from nature's tap! As good as it tasted to Alan it felt ten times better to Stacey. Oh how she needed a good tit sucking and this boy was giving her exactly that. Alan was amazed at the amount of milk that was gushing into his hungry mouth as he greedily sucked the huge nub trying desperately to empty the huge breast of its precious liquid. Stacey was in seventh heaven, it had been so long since she had felt a man's mouth on her aching nipples. That by merely having her nipples sucked was stoking red hot blast furnace that burned out of control between her legs! With every nip and suck to her nipple, a bolt of electricity shot through her now engorged clitoris and without even thinking she put her hand up under her dress and began furiously masturbating her excited pussy. When he realized what she was doing he moaned and pulled his cock from his pants and slowly jerked it up and down. He wasn't the best hung guy in town but Stacey couldn't wait to taste his luscious organ that stood up proudly only a few inches away from her hot body. She reluctantly pulled away from Alan's mouth and dropped to her knees taking in a deep breath to savour the smell of his hot male crotch. "God I need this," Stacey said as she took it deep into her hot mouth while running her tongue up and down his thick shaft. Alan held her head softly in his hands as she proceeded to vacuum his pecker. While he thought he was a pretty good looking guy nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to him before. Even though she was pregnant, Alan couldn't remember ever having such a beautiful woman want his cock so badly and what was even more incredible was the skill that she had in cock sucking. This was as good a blowjob as he had ever had. In just a matter of seconds he was sure that he would blow his gun into the pretty little mouth of this pregnant cocksucker. When Stacey felt the first spasms in his pecker she intensified her sucking forcing the cum filled nuts to release their package in hot torrents down her throat. "My god you're the fucking best," Alan groaned as the last spurts of cum shot from the slit at the end of his pecker. When he was finished she looked up at him with the look of absolute contentment on her face like a child who just got what she wanted for her birthday. "Oh thank you, Alan," She gushed. "I needed that so badly, it's been so long for me!" Alan couldn't believe his ears, here she was thanking him for letting her blow him, Incredible. "Stand up baby," Alan said helping her to her feet. "Let me see if I can help you now," He said as he lifted her nightie exposing her bulging belly and panty clad cunt. After slipping off her panties and quickly fingering her very hairy brown bush, he gently pushed her back onto the kitchen table. When she was finally in position with her legs spread wide apart he leaned forward pushing his face into the massive jungle of pubic hair while tonguing her red hot little slit. "My god, the poor thing is dripping wet." Her cunt was slick as butter and very sweet. He worked his tongue up and down her crack until her clit was erect and exposed. After feeling her tension building up he flicked his tongue over its little head gradually increasing the pressure until she was writhing all over the table and pleading with him not to stop. By now his cheeks were saturated with her juices while she was almost bucking off the table. Her breathing was becoming more laboured as she approached her climax panting and stammering as she begged him to finish her off. When she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him hard to her cunt he knew that she had gone over the edge and that her orgasm was spreading through her pussy like a wild fire out of control. In a strained voice she stammered, "Oh my god, I am fucking cumming so fucking hard," She stammered in a strained voice as her whole body stiffened when the first wave of her orgasm swept over her. It seemed to last forever, one climax after the other wringing her out like an old dish rag until when it was finally over. Neither one of them moved as they were totally spent. Stacey finally leaned up on her elbows and smiled at Alan. "Well thank you for putting my breast pump together, I couldn't have done it without you!" As Alan stood up and put his cock back into his pants. "No problem, we're a full service delivery company and today we really delivered." Alan replied. "I gotta go now but good luck with the baby, see ya." And with those words he was out the door and off to his next delivery about a half hour behind schedule. Stacey fixed her nightie and attached the pump to her still full breasts. While sitting there she could only smile as she thought about the best delivery she had ever gotten. Special Delivery Another story that actually happened to me. It's a bit long but I think it's worth it, enjoy. I was 22 and had just moved into my first place by myself a few months before. It was so liberating having my own space to be my true self without distractions or interruptions. Every day I came home I immediately transformed into Amanda and loved the freedom she gave. Beautiful clothes, sexy makeup, and the shoes; oh my god the shoes. What else could a girl ask for? Although I had had a few boyfriends by this time I was still pretty shy as Amanda and inexperienced as a girl. Every time there was a knock at the door I did my best to hide and pretend I wasn't home. I know it sounds silly but living in a very big conservative city I was terrified about being found out so Amanda just stayed home with the drapes closed. But little by little, every day Amanda was home, I became more comfortable as the woman I was. One night after I had finished my nails I was feeling especially horny (and a little tipsy) I went to the computer and started to browse. After a little while I found a few videos of girls trolling delivery guys, you know the story: Girl orders some food, the delivery guy shows up, she "accidentally" flashes a tit, cocks come out of pants, etc, etc. When I started watching some of them I thought "I wish I could do something like that." The thought of being exposed like that scared me but scared me in a very good way. After a few more glasses of wine I really started to think about it "you're passable, they wouldn't even try to stick around if you did this, you could always just close the door if things got weird." The more and more I thought about it the braver I became. By the time I had finished off what was left of the bottle it was settled...I'm going to do it. I walked into my bedroom, opened my closet and started to put an outfit together. I had a beautiful, knee length, see-through, black robe; a a sexy black push up bustier with pink laces up the sides (made my natural A-cup breasts look like B's with a little help); black bikini panties; black, backseam, thigh-high stockings; and a pair of shiny black, 5", knee high gogo boots. Once I was dressed up I went to put on my make-up. *Side note "ladies" do the make-up first and not with half a bottle of wine in you* After a few very unsuccessful attempts I finally finished my dark smokey eyes which made my eyes pop in just the right way and put on some Fuchsia wet-look lip gloss. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and turned off the light. I went back to the computer and started looking for pizza places across town thinking that it would be better if it wasn't someone I might bump into at the mall the next day. I found one, picked up the phone, and called. When they answered I ordered, in the most feminine voice I could manage, a small pizza and a soda. When the guy said that I had to have an order over $15 for delivery I nearly screamed, but a few adjustments later I was told it would arrive in a little over half an hour since it was snowing outside and the roads were icy. I had my cash ready and waiting at the top of the stairs, and waited for the longest 30 minutes of my life. I had decided to open up my living room drapes so that I could see when he pulled up and loved the fact that I wasn't hiding anymore. I opened another bottle and poured another glass of wine and slowly paced in front of my window, shaking with anticipation. About 45 minutes later a car pulled up in front of my house and I saw an older man get out and start walking up my path. I ran to the bottom of the stairs, as best I could in boots, and reached the door just as he rang the bell. I took another deep breath and slowly opened the door. He was around 40 years old and clean shaven. I peaked from behind the door and said "Sorry I left my money upstairs. Come in out of the wind while I get it" and started walking up. He said "Thank you" and I heard him open the door behind me. I heard him clear his throat and say "Oh, sorry, I didn't." I said "It's alright, don't worry about it" thinking "yes, I did it!." I grabbed the cash and slowly walked back down the stirs. I saw him looking up at me the whole time with a puzzled look on his face. When I reached the door I took the pizza, handed him the cash and said "Here, keep the rest." To my absolute devastation I heard him say back "Thanks buddy, um, Miss" and watched him quickly walk out. I was mortified. What did I do wrong? Was it my voice, was it my clothes, was something poking out, what? I resigned myself to thinking that it was ok, I did what I wanted to do, it's out of my system, and hey, food! I walked back upstairs and went to close the drapes. When I got there I saw him standing in front of his car smoking a cigarette. He looked up at me for a moment, threw his cigarette in the snow, and started walking back towards my house. A few seconds later I heard the bell ring. At this point I was panicking, what do I do? but I thought "it's ok, the door is closed, the latch is on." I walked back downstairs and asked through the door "Yes?" He replied "I just wanted to apologize, I didn't mean to say it like that I was just, you know." I unlatched the door and opened it just enough to look. I told him "It's ok, I wasn't really thinking either. Sorry for making you see me like this" and started to close the door. I felt his boot bump on the door and he said "Can I see you again for a quick sec?" I didn't have much choice in the matter as I felt him slowly pushing back on the door. I stepped back and stood there in front of him on the landing. He looked at me for a bit and very simply said "Nice." I didn't know what to say back so I just stood there and smiled at him. That's when I saw him reach down and start rubbing his bulge through his jeans. At this point I was electric inside, this could actually turn into something. I looked at him and said "If you wanted I could help you out with that before you go?" All he did was nod and start taking off his boots. I walked back upstairs, looked over my shoulder at him and pointed towards my couch. By the time he was upstairs I could see his cock outlined in his jeans. I asked him to have a sit and that I would be right back. I went to my room and grabbed a condom and a pack of lube. When I walked back in the living room he was already sitting with his pants at his feet. I told him I always play safe and he said "Whatever you want sweetie." I got on my knees and rolled the condom over his dick. It was about 4-5" long and about 1.5" around, nothing to write home about but my god it was hard as a rock. I started slowly sucking him and after just a few minutes I could feel his balls swelling. He put his hands on my head and asked me "Can I fuck your ass?" I was only too happy to oblige. I ripped open the package of lube putting some on my boipussy and the rest on his cock. I play at home with a butt plug so I'm usually ready to go anytime. I bent over the couch and felt him nestle up behind me. I felt his head poke through my hole, pull back out, then felt him start thrusting in and out slowly, all the way from tip to balls. He must have been really close because I swear it was only a minute before I felt his cock pulse and my pussy get very warm. He pulled out and I could see the condom hanging off his cock full of cum. I offered to take it for him and pulled it off his dick. I walked over to the garbage and when I turned around he was already at the bottom of the stairs putting on his boots. He just looked up at me, smiled, and walked out the door. I smiled and thought "What smells so good, oh yeah I ordered pizza." Special Delivery I have no idea what came over me that day... but laying here now, thinking about it with my wet pussy and cum all over my face, I'm *REALLY* glad it did... It all started this afternoon. I called my boyfriend to see when he was going to be home from work, and surprise of surprises, got the typical answer. So, I figured I'd clean up the house. I'd just gotten the living room straightened out, and was about to break out the Hoover when there was a knock at the door. I was irritated at the interruption, so I opened the door and huffed 'What!' at the poor guy standing outside... with this HUGE fucking bunch of roses in his hand! 'Uh, Miss T_?' he stammered, looking at the clipboard in his hand and balancing his load quite nicely as I checked him out. 'Yes, yes, what's this?' I answered, taking the flowers from him, and getting an absolute EYEFUL of the hunk behind them! 'Oh, uh, these are from...' He hesitated, again looking at his clipboard. I stared. THIS was just what I needed to break the monotony of housecleaning! He was absolutely delicious, maybe 25-30 years old, nice pumped body, and the tightest jeans... his cock HAD to be soft, and it bulged obscenely and massively through them! 'Doesn't matter, let me get your tip,' I said, and pulled him into the entryway. 'Oh, thank you ma'am,' he said, and smiled. I turned around and walked into my living room. 'Just let me take care of these really quick and I'll be right with you!' I called over my shoulder. After I got rid of the flowers, I came back to the living room, where he stood looking at one of the pictures on the wall... and I stood staring at his tight little ass through those jeans. I tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned around I reached out and grasped his package in my hand. 'Is this for me, too?' I asked him, looking up at his face. As he gasped, I squeezed his cock gently through the fabric. 'Do you have change for this?' I whispered, still looking up at him, and I felt him stiffening under my massaging grasp. He didn't say anything, just stood there looking at me, and I almost lost my nerve. He slowly breathed out, and when he didn't push my groping fingers away I decided he was mine for the taking. Still keeping only one hand on him, I began to work open the top button of his jeans. Dammit, they were button fly... I was going to have to do better to get what I wanted. I slid down to my knees on the carpet in front of him, hearing him stammer something but not giving a fuck what it really was, and began to work that hardening dick with my hands for real... then I grasped the button in my teeth (still stroking, of course) and jerked my head. All the buttons popped open, all the way down the row. He was breathing heavily now, and he grasped my hand in his forcing me to clutch his stiffness even harder... WORKING my hand into his cock. The tip bulged from the waistband of his briefs, and I could see a droplet of precum beginning to leak out of him... what a waste, I thought as I licked it off. He tasted hot, and all I could think of after getting a tease was how much I wanted his cum down my throat... I started to jerk his pants down over his hips, and then popped his ready dick out of his underwear. 'What...' he panted and then I had him in my mouth, wetting the shaft with my tongue on the way up and sucking the whole hot hard mass down my throat as I slid down to press my nose into his belly. With him buried to the hilt in my throat, I pried his pants further down, and finally slid his underwear down his thighs. Now I could get at his balls, too. I slid my mouth slowly back up his shaft, and felt his heavy balls in my hands. When I popped that head out of my mouth, and licked the spit off he moaned... then I dove to suck his balls... first just the sac, licking it lightly with my tongue at first, then sucking both balls into my hungry mouth. I pulled his legs as far apart as I could with my hands on his thighs, then those delicious nuts were laying on my face as I devoured that spot behind his sac. He moaned, and fucked his cock into the air where he wanted my mouth to be, but I wanted to suck that spot. Finally, I relented, licking his balls one last time on my way back to devour his cock. I blew cool air onto his wet and quivering dick, and lapped at his head, swirling my tongue around the tip and hole, trying to find any trace of the cum I love so much. I milked the precum out of him with my hand, and swallowed it, then I swallowed his whole cock again... this time almost frantic. My pussy was soaking wet. and somehow one of my hands found its way between my legs. He grasped me by the back of my head and held me so he could fuck my mouth and throat... plunging his cock so deeply in I almost gagged every time... and when I would, he'd moan with the pleasure of choking me with dick. I was madly diddling my clit, and had two fingers buried wetly inside myself when he finally croaked 'Oh God,' and grabbed my hair violently. I started to cum myself, when he yanked that lovely jerking dick out of my mouth and held me in front of it to shoot his load on me. FUCK ME I came so fucking hard taking those shots of cum to my eyes, my mouth, my cheek and even my forehead. Fucker had ALOT of cum in him, and I lay there jerking with my hand stuffed in my cunt and cum splashing onto my face. Finally he stopped shooting and I lay there on the floor, held up still by my hair, quivering and shuddering with the end of my own orgasm. I looked up at him through all his jizz, and he looked down at me. 'Ma'am, you're a mess,' he said, and smiled, as he used the handsful of hair he held to wipe his goo off my face. 'Do you deliver often?' I asked as I began to move my fingers around inside my pussy again... Special Delivery "Oh my head," I moaned as I began to rise from an un-restful sleep. The partying last night gave me a class A hangover. Thank goodness everyone in the house is either at work on school. I pull myself out of my bed. I’m wearing my long blonde wig, black lacy bra and black satin panties. In a haze I look down at the huge dried cum that stain my panties. "I wish I could remember what I did last night it must have been a lot of fun," I think to myself before the pain of the hangover stabs my mind again. I need something to drink because I’m dehydrated from the booze. Since no one is home I’ll just wander down stairs and get something cold. I picked up my black see through robe and head down to the kitchen. As I walk down the stairs my right hand is petting the satin that covers my semi hard cock. I took out a soft drink out of the frig and took a long sip when the door bell rang. "Shit who the hell is this," I mumble as I move to the side window to get a peak at the unwanted guest at the front door. There stood a tall muscular black man. He was wearing a uniform from one of those deliver services. Short pants, Short sleeve shirt that clung skin tight to his body and a baseball cap. "Mmmm dark meat," I thought to myself a smiled. Of course that little slip of concentration caused me to be discovered. The deliver man spotted me and called to me, "Miss..miss..I have a package for you." "What the hell," I say to myself as I go to answer the door. I love dirty talk. I open my mouth and insert Ray's black cock into my warm wet mouth and begin to suck him. His cock is so thick and long. I twirl my tongue around his rod as I move my head back and forth. Ray placed his hands on the back of my head to push it forward so I would get more of his meat in my mouth. Mmmm I'm getting a taste of his precum so I begin to suck him faster. "Whoa..whoa baby...let me get some of that snatch," Ray said helping me to my feet. "Okay," I answer and turn my back to him then I slid my fingers into my panties and bending over I slid them off. "Are you ready Ray?" I ask. "Sure..yea..lemme see some pussy," he replies. I turn around to see Ray is in shock at the sight of my stiff white cock in my hand. "What the hell is going on?!" he yells. "What's the matter Ray didn't you like me sucking your dick?" I ask. "Yea..yea, but that was before I found out you're a guy," he answered. "What a boy can't suck cock as good as a girl?" I begin to debate him. "Well yea...I guess..I mean..I never," he says searching for a good answer. I open the door and see his eyes widen at the site of me, "Can I help you stud?" I ask seductively. "Pppackage for you miss," he stammers handing it to me. "I also need you to sign for it," he adds holding out a clip board and pen. "Come on in," I invite him. He stepped into the house and I closed and locked the door behind him. As His eyes slowly scan my body I asked him, "It's so hot out there would you like something cool to drink?." Snapping to he answered me, "Huh? what? drink? yea sure that would be great." "Follow me, Ray," I instruct him. He looked puzzled how I got his name then he looked down on his shirt and saw his name. I led him into the kitchen over to the frig. I opened the door and bent over. My robe slid up displaying my ass to him. I pretended to be looking for a cola to give him time to enjoy the site. "That's so fine booty you got there missy," he complimented me. I pulled a drink out opened it and as I handed it to Ray I ACCIDENTLY spilled some of it on him. "Oh my..I'm so sorry..How clumsy of me," I apologize as I grab a napkin and begin to dab the soda off his shirt. " That's okay..no problem," he assures me. My handy work of cleaning Ray's uniform makes it's way down to his short pants and it doesn't take him long to see that I am really concerned in making sure his groin is taken care of. I look up at Ray and say, "I think you better get out of your clothes so I can clean you better." "Yea..that's a good idea," he relies smiling at me. I step back and watch him begin to remove his shirt. Then my eyes intently watch as he unbuckles his pants. I lick my lips as he pulled his pants down. I gasped lowly at the sight of his long thick black cock that was just beginning to stiffen. "Come here baby," he told me. I moved to Ray and he engulfed me in his arms and lowered his face to mine. As our lips met I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. I then felt his hands cup my ass cheeks and squeeze them firmly. We stopped kissing then I reached down and began stroking Ray's dick till it was standing at attention. I then knelt down and pointed the cock at my face. I could feel Ray's eyes watching me as I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the cock head. "Oh yea..lick that dick bitch," he hissed. "What the fuck," Ray said then stood and walked over to me. He picked up the tube of jelly opened it and dabbed a spot of it in the palm of his left hand. Ray smiled at me as I panted like a dog a real bitch in heat. Ray put the jelly down and walked behind me. He wiped his the middle finger of his right hand in the small puddle of jelly in the other hand. Next I feel the tip of the finger gently rubbing the puckered lips of my man pussy then slowly he entered me. I moaned lowly, "aaaaaa" wiggling my ass as I felt his long finger probed my tight hole. "You digging this ain't you," Ray said amazing that my femininity. Yehha..yehha," panted to him. I Ray started to get into it and got brave then began to massage my balls as he finger fucked me. I felt his finger come out of me and I bit down on my lip in anticipation as to what was about to happen. Ray place his left hand on my left butt cheek then holding the shaft of his black dick he rubbed the head of his dick at the entrance to my well lube anus then eased it in to me. When the head was in he put his right hand on my right ass cheek then moved his hips forward penetrating me as he pushed and I groaned. I walk to the kitchen sink and take off my robe. I open the top drawer next to the sink where the First Aid supplies are kept and pull out the tube of KY and put it on the counter top next to the sink. Next I grab the edge of the sink with both of my hands bend forward sticking my ass back at Ray and say to him, "Come on Ray fuck me...try it you might like it." Ray sat there for a moment stroking his stiff prick eyeing me up and down. I wiggled my ass and begin to beg to him, "You want this ass Ray..you want to fuck me..bring that cock over here and fuck my white ass you black bastard." I wanted his dick in me so bad I was physically shaking. Ray held tightly to my hips and slowly built up his fucking me rhythm. "OH..OH..OH," yelped with pleasure as his dick sawed away at my ass. Ray then would pound me with 5 quick humps then 1 long deep on before doing it again. Each time he made me cry out, "YES..YES..YES" with each thrust. Then I felt and heard the slap of Ray's right hand on my ass cheek not once but twice as he barked at me "Fuck it bitch..Fuck that dick." I gritted down on my teeth and began to push my ass back to meet Ray's forward force. Furiously we fucked each other I let go of the edge of the sink with my right hand and quickly took hold of my own cock and masturbated wildly. Ray's body began to shudder then he growled loudly, "RRRRRRRRRRR," as his cock spewed hot cum into my tight butt hole. The sensation of his fluid in me brought me to my ecstasy as I cried out, "Aaaaahhhhh," and shot my load onto the cabinet on the front of the sink. I walked Ray to the door and opened it for him. "Was it that bad Ray? I asked. "Bashfully he replied. "Nay..that was pretty good..thanks babe." He then planted a kiss on my right face cheek and left. Special Delivery It was Tuesday afternoon. I was home enjoying my day off from work. I was lounging on the couch, just about to doze off when there was a knock at the door. I get up and answer the door, it was the good looking UPS driver with 2 packages. She left them in my hand and winked as she got back in her truck and drove off down the street. I looked at the packages and noticed that on one it said open first and then on the other said open second. I sat the packages down and opened the one that said open first. Inside the box was a pair of black silk panties and a note. I picked up the pair of panties and looked at them, they felt moist and had the scent of a female. I put them up to my nose and took a deep breath, my body tingled as I inhaled the scent of a woman. I opened the note and started to read. The note read the panties that you are holding in your hand belong to the good looking UPS driver that you look at each day as I go by your house. Enjoy the scent of me, I can only imagine that the scent of me is making you aroused. Now open the second box and read the note and do as the note says. I set the note down and open the second box. Inside the box is an outfit and another note. I pick up the note and read. This note gives me some directions. Take out the outfit and put it on, then go and lay on your bed and wait for me to return. As I read the note I feel my pussy start to tingle and the excitement building inside of me. I am watching you and will return to your house in 20 minutes. The thought of her watching me makes me wet. I walk into the bedroom and start to put the outfit on. Its a black silk teddy and a pair of black silk panties. I lay on the bed thinking about her watching me. I feel myself getting wet. I start to play with my nipples. I hear the door open and close. I wait for her to enter the room and wait to see what she is going to do. She is smiling as she enters my room, She says boy do you look sexy in that black silk teddy and panties. I smiled and looked at her body and noticed what she was wearing. She had on a red silk teddy and red silk panties. She looks at me and said did you enjoy the scent of my panties. I said oh yes I did. She walks over and gets onto the bed with me. She leans over and kisses me, I kiss her back. I can't believe that this hot looking sexy UPS driver is in my bed. I feel her hand exploring my body. Her fingers are pinching and pulling on my nipples, I'm moaning as she is playing with my nipples. I feel my pussy getting wetter and my clit is tingling and wanting to have more of her. She senses my needs for her, she moves down between my legs, spreading my legs apart, she slides her finger under the panties and lets out a moan and says my my aren't we wet. I smiled and said yes, you are the one that is making me so wet. She smiles as she slides my panties off and then slides her tongue over my clit. I moan and cry out oh yes that is what I want. She is sliding her tongue up and down my slit. As she slides her tongue inside of me I explode on her tongue, she eagerly laps up my juices. I pull her to me and kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth tasting me, I want to taste her so bad now. I roll her over on her back, getting on top of her. I move my hands down her body, taking off her teddy to see her sexy body. I start to kiss down her body, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. I hear her moaning and wiggling her body under me. I continue to kiss down her body over her belly down to what I want to taste so bad. I slide her panties off and spread her legs, I can smell her scent. I spread her pussy lips apart and see her erect clit. I slide my tongue up and down her slit, she moans and cries out loud as I take her clit into my mouth and sucks on it. Her scent is so sweet smelling. I slide my tongue up and down tasting her, moving my tongue inside her. Licking her juices, hearing her moans turns me on so much. I bury my tongue further inside her wanting to suck all her juices. I feel her body quivering as she approaches her climax. I suck on her clit till I feel her body starting to explode, as I hear her cry out I slide my tongue inside her licking and tasting her as she cums on my tongue. I still can't imagine that I have this sexy woman in my bed. I lay down next to her and hold her as her body starts to calm down and her breathing slows down. She then says I have to get back to my route. Then she is gone. As she goes out the door, she says to me I will be watching you and will be planning my next visit. I lay there on the bed with her panties and start to finger myself as I relieve what had just happened. Special Delivery "Whoa oh oh-oh give me two strong arms to protect myself…" Jaq warbled happily to herself, singing along with the group on the radio as she drove along the road on her way back to base. The sun was glaring down and inside the van it was hot, but a cool wind whipping through the two open windows made it delicious rather than stifling. She reached over and cranked the radio up, frowning a little as she finally registered the ominous rumbling coming from somewhere round her feet. It had been nagging at her for a couple of miles now, but she had done her best to ignore it, to pretend it was just road noise. Her stomach sank. Surely the van wasn't going to break down and dump her in the middle of nowhere? Jaq was firmly of the ostrich school of thought as far as vehicles and their workings were concerned. If she couldn't see or hear the problem, then it wasn't a problem… However, with the best will in the world – not to mention the loudest music - it was becoming clear even to her that something was wrong here. The van lurched towards the ditch, and she reluctantly slowed down, checking no-one was behind her, and pulled off the road into a convenient gateway. She got out and walked slowly round the white Maestro, stroking her hand over its brightly coloured logos, smiling as she did so. She had been delivering car parts to garages for a little over 3 years now, and she still loved it. Quite apart from getting to drive all day and listen to the radio, two things she really enjoyed doing, she also got to flirt with some seriously cute lads! A grin took the frown from her face as she remembered some of the banter from earlier that day. "Oi Jaq, can I use my dipstick to check your fluid levels?" "How's your bodywork love? Got any holes need filling?" Jaq was used to the coarseness by now, and enjoyed it, giving as good as she got, and in most situations coming out as the definite winner. They didn't mean any harm by it, and most of them would have leapt to her defence if anyone had dared to really upset her. She squinted up at the sun, suddenly thirsty, and longing for a cold drink. It was a very hot day, and even now, heading towards late afternoon, the grasses still gave off an aroma of baking bread and the heat radiated back at her off of the road, the smell of melting tar sharp in her nostrils. In deference to the weather, she had put on some denim shorts and a tiny pink strappy vest top. She had a white cheesecloth shirt on over the vest, sleeves rolled up and buttons undone, tied in a knot at the waist. Williams Motor Parts weren't keen on their drivers being too casual, but the heat was unbearable when you were sat in a 4-wheeled oven, in a line of traffic, so the drivers had been allowed shorts and T's, on the condition that they were neat and tidy, and essentially, decent! Her clothes fitted all the provisos, but her long legs, nicely browned and finished off with neat tan leather kitten heeled shoes combined to make it look just a little less demure than in fact it was, a fact commented on at length by the testosterone fuelled mechanics at most of her calls that day. She shook her head, making her little conker coloured pony-tail bounce, as she admitted to herself that really, there was no point her wandering round the van looking at it, as she had no idea what it was she was looking for. The wheels were still attached; the engine still ran, just that there was that rumbling noise, and the steering felt wobbly. She sighed, and looked around her, wondering what to do. She was pretty far off the beaten track, between towns, and she didn't have a mobile with her. Flagging down another car wasn't an option, in case she got a weirdo, so that left her with one choice only. Mike. Sighing again, she got back into the van and pulled back onto the road, driving slowly, and with the hazards flashing just in case anyone should come up behind her and be impatient at her lack of speed. There was only maybe a mile or two to go to Mike's place, but as the majority of it was up a steep hill she hoped the van would make it. She didn't fancy the long, sweaty walk up to his remote old farmhouse and yard should it give up on her. As she crawled along she thought about Mike. It wasn't that she didn't like him or anything, and he'd always been nice enough to her. In fact she couldn't really explain her reluctance to seek help from him at all. Maybe it was just that she didn't feel as at ease with him? He was quite a lot older than her 21 years; he had to be around 40. And he was a big man, well over 6', and broad. A bit scary looking in fact. He reminded Jaq of her brother when he was going through his hippy phase at uni, all wild hair and unpredictable behaviour, challenging her to justify every remark, to really think about what she was saying. Mike certainly wasn't the usual grease monkey who liked to chat her up when in a gang, but became tongue tied if you tried to really talk to them on their own. He always seemed to have more questions than Jaq could answer, and when she was glib he seemed to look deep into her, and to sense her evasion. He was disconcerting, but strangely compelling too. "A day with a delivery to Mike is always an interesting day" she muttered to herself, and taking a deep breath she trundled into the overgrown yard that was Mike's car park. There was his land rover parked up as usual, and a couple of cars with wheels off and various other bits missing, up on axle stands. She couldn't see any sign of Mike, and she suddenly wondered what to do if he wasn't home. She parked the van up, and got out, looking around the yard. It was very quiet, and she could see for miles across the fields, being so high up. "Mike, hello?" she called, looking around the dusty yard. There was no answer, and it went from being peaceful to being lonely in the space of that split second. The doors to Mike's luxury fitted workshop – aka a tumbledown barn – were closed. Maybe he had the radio up and hadn't heard her arrive? Clutching at this straw she picked her way through the baked hard mud ruts, and pulled open the heavy wooden door, knocking a few flakes of faded and peeling paint to the floor as she did so. It was very dark inside, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the gloom. It was cooler though, so she stepped inside, calling a hesitant "Mike?" as she went. It was quiet and Mike plainly wasn't there, but she pressed on, driven perhaps by her reluctance to accept that no help was to be found here, or maybe just by her innate curiosity. The barn was only small; enough room for 3 cars maximum, although there was only the one there right now. Its passenger door was open, and Jaq saw a can of coke on the seat. She swallowed, wincing at the sandpaper rasp as she did so, and the dry furriness of her tongue. She gave a quick look around, wondering even as she did so who the hell she was looking for, since Mike plainly wasn't there, and grabbed the can. She didn't even register the coldness of it as she snapped back the ring pull and took a long pull at the fizzy iciness within. She swallowed and then coughed as the bubbles tickled her dusty throat, and then swallowed again, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in bliss as the liquid gushed down her throat, chilling her it as it went. She heard the rusty hinges protest and turned back to the door, which swung open, and sunlight streamed in, partly blinding her, but not before she'd seen the huge figure, framed in the light, putting her in mind of some figure from legend, a mystical warrior bathed in a golden aura maybe, or a giant eclipsing the sun… And then he stepped forward, and was human again, was Mike. "Enjoying my Coke then?" He raised an eyebrow, as he cocked his head to one side and looked Jaq up and down. She blushed under his appraisal and at the knowledge that she had been caught stealing, if you cared to face rude technicalities. "Mike, I'm sorry, I couldn't find you, and the van isn't well, and I was so thirsty, and I had to have something to drink, and it was so hot – " She stopped, as she realised she was babbling, and really, there was no need. She could pay for the coke if need's be. Surely he wouldn't begrudge her a drink on a day like this? Neither had she realised that she had been backing away as he advanced, until her back connected with the sharp edge of the open car door. "Ow!" she exclaimed, stepping forward quickly. Too quickly, she realised, as she fetched up against his chest with a jolt, the can in her hand splashing cold cola onto her bared cleavage. With an exclamation of annoyance she went to brush it off with her hand, and felt a momentary twinge of unease when Mike took hold of her wrist, and with mock politeness intoned "Allow me…" Before she had realised his intentions he had dropped his head and was licking the spilt liquid from her chest. Jaq was rooted to the spot, thrown into confusion by his actions and for a moment or two unable to move. She registered the heat of his tongue, in such total contrast to the chill of the coke. She tried to speak, but nothing came out except for a small sigh. She tried to push his head away, but found herself digging her fingers into his wild mass of hair instead. His mouth moved upwards, finally settling on her pulse which was racing wildly in the hollow of her throat. She felt his teeth pressing against her flesh and she moaned, an animal sound, all thought temporarily suspended and her legs turning to water. She stood there, one hand still wrapped around the catalyst that was the coke can, the other held fast at the wrist by Mike's rough hand, and she suddenly ached to feel him, to touch and stroke his shoulders and back and to run her fingers down his overall clad arms. And then, as she was leaning into him, starting to respond to his oral ministrations, he moved away from her neck and planted a resounding smacker of a kiss full onto her lips, "Mmmuaaahh!" He stepped back and released her wrist, grinning at her. Numbly Jaq stared at him, her brain screaming for her to look cool for heavens sake, not carry on standing there like some gormless virgin overpowered by a gorilla in a pair of greasy overalls! "Wha – I – uhh.." She cleared her throat and raised the coke can again; eyes still locked on Mike's she swallowed the drink, hoping it would untangle the mess her vocal chords seemed to be making of speech right now. "So, the van is poorly huh?" he asked, breaking the silence that had fallen, saving Jaq from having to make that embarrassing attempt at speaking again. "Best we go look at it then" He turned on his heel, went out through the door, stooping a little to keep from knocking his head on the lintel. Jaq breathed deeply, feeling as if she'd had the wind sucked right out of her. With a shaking hand she smoothed her hair a little, took another breath and walked out of the barn after the man that had just shattered her composure. He was lounging against the van, rolling a cigarette and whistling slightly, out of tune of course, same as his singing had been the times Jaq had heard him accompanying his radio as he worked. "What's the matter with it?" she called, hurrying a little, hoping it was fixable. He carried on working on his roll up, licking the cigarette paper with infuriating slowness and precision. Jaq narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. She was tapping her foot impatiently although she wasn't aware of it. Mike lit the cigarette, taking a pull on it as if he had all the time in the world. He blew the smoke skywards with obvious enjoyment, following the smoke trail with his eyes as it faded away. "Mike!" Jaq snapped, stamping her foot, holding back the anger, barely. He looked at her, smiling indulgently as if she were a favourite niece or sister perhaps, rather than another adult. "What's the matter Jaq, in a hurry to get away from me?" he grinned at her, well aware of how he was provoking her. "I can't tell you what's wrong with it until you tell me the symptoms and give me the keys, can I?" He sounded so reasonable Jaq found herself hating him, and muttering darkly she dragged the keys from her shorts pocket and thrust them into his calloused and oily hand. While she told him of the rumbling he started the engine, revving it and listening carefully. He asked a few questions, then he asked her to open the gate to the field across from the barn, and he would take it for a test drive on the hard baked grass. She did as he bade; leaning on the gate she watched him, wondering what on earth had been the deal with the scene in the barn. In a few moments he was back, parking neatly by the wall. Unfolding himself from the van he locked it behind, turned and chucked her the keys, saying "Phone's indoors, you'd best ring base, you'll not be driving that again till the wheel bearing's been replaced. They'll need to send the wagon for you both." Sighing, Jaq found herself following after Mike again, this time to the big old farmhouse that sat solidly into the landscape as if it had grown there. He led her into a kitchen that was surprisingly tidy, and deliciously cool. Through into a light and airy hallway with a flagstone floor, and finally into a small room, the air within heavy with a smell that she recognised. Old books. Jaq was stunned as she took in the sight of shelves full of them, wall to wall and ceiling to floor, books. In one corner of the room stood a beautifully elegant table, the wood rich and red with years of loving care and beeswax polish, on which the glowing blue phone seemed violently out of place. Mike gestured her in, and she smiled up at him, saying "neat phone!" her mind still overwhelmed by the mini library, one of the last things she would have expected to find in Mike's home. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she cringed. But Mike smiled back at her, saying "I like it" then left, closing the door behind him. As she dialled she took the opportunity to look more closely at the books, and what she saw both amused and intrigued her. There were certainly plenty of old classics on the shelves, but there were also more modern horror novels, autobiographies, even children's stories, as well as technical type manuals covering a wide range of topics. It seemed Mike was maybe not just a hippy mechanic. Jaq was fascinated, and her eyes kept returning to the books. She was blown away to see a particular childhood favourite of hers there, Mink Was No Ordinary Cat. Feeling quite sentimental she turned her attention to her phone call, as the voice of one of the order clerks came on the line. Five minutes later Jaq was not a happy bunny, as was plain to see by the way she stomped back to the kitchen and slumped in a chair at the table, opposite Mike. He looked at her, but said nothing. When the silence was more than she could bear she blurted it out "Ray is out with the wagon collecting a customer's car; he won't be able to get here till at least half past five!" She folded her arms on the table top, rested her chin on them and sighed with exaggerated gloom. Truth was she was strangely excited about the prospect of spending the next couple of hours with Mike. He may have been teasing her when he kissed her in the barn, just playing with her for taking his soda, but it had unleashed something in Jaq that she was having trouble putting back in its box. She studied him, covertly, under her lashes. He was attractive she now thought. Not conventional, certainly, but when he grinned he was charming, and when he had touched her there was electricity. She remembered the feeling of his teeth nibbling her throat…and she couldn't suppress a shiver. "Cold Jaq? It can get chilly in here, I've got to do some work for a minute, d'you want to come and give me a hand?" Mike pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching as he did so, a towering giant of a man. Jaq closed her mouth with a snap, realising it was hanging open as she took in the sight before her. Mentally grabbing herself by the scruff and shaking, she shook her head, no. "I think I'm going to sit in the sun for a while, think about some stuff" she smiled at him, hoping that would soften her refusal, and help to keep the friendliness that seemed to be developing between them. "Deep thoughts then? Decisions to be made?" he looked at her, seemingly serious for a moment. "Choose carefully, make sure you do want what you think you do" he advised, "no reason for regrets then." And with those few cryptic words he walked back out into the sunshine. Shivering again, she watched him go. Her mouth felt dry again, and her body felt itchy and gritty. On an impulse she undid her shirt, shrugging it quickly from her shoulders, and still watching Mike's disappearing back through the window, she swiftly undid her bra, slipped one strap down over her shoulder and out of her sleeve, performed the same act on it's partner, and with a flourish whipped the lacy wisp out from the hem of her vest. "Tadaa!" she announced to the empty kitchen, wishing suddenly that Mike would turn around, come back in, shove her down over the table and start suckling on her breasts. "Whoa! Where did YOU come from?" she asked the thought, as it danced around in her head, refusing to go away. It didn't answer, just continued teasing and dancing. With a watchful eye on the window, she pulled her vest shoulder straps down, and put the filmy shirt back on. A swift shrug down of the vest over her boobs, and an even swifter knot tied between them with the cheesecloth, and Jaq was decent again, barely. Her nipples showed through the material if you looked closely, but she defiantly told herself she didn't care. She pulled the pink vest off over the shirt and crumpled it into a small ball. Then she sighed, uncrumpled it, and folded it neatly into a small square, no bigger than a hankie. Ignoring the taunting temptress within that was urging her to go and find Mike, and pout and flash her nipples at him, provoking him into ravishing her, Jaq went back out into the yard. There was a somnolent quality to the over heated air that dulled the brain and slowed the limbs. She submitted to its spell and let it wash over her, calming her agitated thoughts and soothing the lust that coursed through her veins. Deliberately not looking towards the workshop she crossed to the van, sitting quietly and impotently in a patch of sunshine. She stowed her discarded clothes in the glove box, and considered the roof of the van. It only took a foot on the front bumper and a little hop, and one final scramble, and Jaq was queen of the hill. Stood atop the van she grinned to herself, thinking how ludicrous she could look should she strike a pose and imagine herself as a scout for an invading army, checking out the land falling away beneath her. The impulse was too strong to resist though and she raised one hand to her eyes, shading them, and planted her feet wide, imagining a spear in her other hand. She scanned the fields for rebels, and finding none she giggled and carefully sat down on the van roof, then lay back, luxuriating in the radiated heat from the metal. She didn't see Mike stood quietly in the shadows, watching her as she played. When she settled down, he turned and went quietly back to the house, shaking his head as if he had a lot to mull over. In the kitchen he opened the freezer, and took out an ice lolly from an open box. Sitting at the table he sucked hard on the frozen fruit pole, eyes narrowing as his mind worked. Eventually a low chuckle broke from him, and with a final crunch he devoured the rest of his cool treat, and grabbing 2 cans of cola from the fridge he strode from the house, into the dry heat again. In her mind, Jaq was on a sun-lounger, with the rays beating down and turning her a beautiful golden brown. She could hear the light breeze whispering through the palm trees surrounding her, and could almost smell the tang of the sea, and the hot glassiness of the sand as it baked, till it became too hot for all but the hardiest of feet. Special Delivery Her idyllic retreat was shattered as a core of burning iciness hit her hard in her stomach, making her gasp for breath and jack-knife her body into an abrupt and wholly unplanned sit-up. Her eyes flew open, and she stared in uncoordinated confusion into the face of Mike, as he stood over her, managing to look down on her, even given her current elevated position. Gradually her mind focused, as her eyes did, on the can in his hand, condensation misting its glowing scarlet livery. She stared incredulously at the drink can as it lay in her lap, dislodged from her sun-worshipping tummy by her sudden change of position. With a feeling of outrage she looked up from her study and straight into Mike's eyes. She was transfixed by the intensity of his gaze, and wondered how it was that she'd never noticed the deep brown of them before. It was like losing herself in a pool of dark chocolate, with tiny flecks of gold dusting the inviting depths. She could feel herself sinking, going deeper down in, and luxuriating in the richness and the warmth of his visual embrace of her. His voice when it came was nothing more than a minor distraction, low and husky, a rougher compliment to the smoothness of those eyes. "Thought maybe you'd like another drink to cool you down. You could get overheated out here, with the sun toasting you." She swallowed, wanting the drink, but unwilling to move and lose the moment. As their gaze remained locked, she felt an icy shiver move down her spine, like a late echo of the cold blast on her tummy. The difference was that this chill was born of desire, not shock. Mike was the first to look away. As he raised his can and drained it, Jaq found she was watching his throat as he swallowed, hypnotised almost by the gulping action as he drank the cola. She watched a trickle of sweat roll slowly down through the stubble, and the oil smears, down towards his chest, which was on plain view thanks to his unbuttoned overalls. She felt light-headed, and wondered briefly if she had been in the sun too long. She rubbed her stomach, still feeling the knot of tension originated by the freezing can, and perpetuated by her sudden desire for this compelling man. A smile played across her lips, and as if in a daze she watched herself shake the can, and point it at the semi naked torso gleaming hotly just a few inches away. 'Plunk, fizz' – an innocuous noise, and all that signalled her actions as she whispered, "Perhaps you need to cool off, let me help…" And then an almighty roar rent the air, as a torrent of cold cola hit Mike full force across his chest, and cascaded further down into the depths below his stomach, like a black waterfall irresistibly bowing to gravity's will. Jaq watched mesmerised as the fountain of fizzy dwindled to a stream of sticky bubbles dripping off her knuckles where they were clenched tight around the can. She was still in a trance when Mike shook his head in disbelief and shock, hair flying, and then raised it to look her full in the eyes. His were narrowed and glittering, nearly as sparkly as his wet chest was. But the look in those eyes brought her sharply back to the real world, and to what she had just done. With a little shriek she flung the can at him and pushed herself forward, scrabbling and sliding down the windscreen and onto the bonnet with a little bump, leaving a small dent that would puzzle the body-shop later. She half fell, half jumped off the bonnet, and started to run, then changed her mind as she realised she had nowhere to run to, and she turned to dodge back behind her van. Her heart was pounding, and she felt as if here legs were going to give way. She was horrified by what she had done, after all, this was a customer, moreover a customer who had done her a favour, and she had just drenched him with his own goodwill gesture.. What on earth was she thinking? The simple fact was of course she wasn't thinking, just reacting. And it was clear now that she couldn't rely on her reactions when she was around Mike, he was too disturbing, and provoked her in ways she wasn't used to. She paused to catch her breath, and thought maybe she should say something, apologise at least. Mike was stood on the far side of the van from her, watching her, but saying nothing. He'd pushed his overalls off his arms, and they were loosely knotted about his waist now. Looking at him stood there, she wondered what it would be like to lick him dry, and she grinned in spite of herself, a fact which Mike, watching her closely, noted with satisfaction. She was enjoying this! Good, because he fully intended now to enjoy her! "Umm, Mike, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened there…" It sounded lame, and untrue, and Mike evidently thought so too. "Really Jaq? I'd say what happened is you deliberately threw your drink all over me. Isn't that about it?" She giggled, and clapped her hand to her mouth, ducking down a little out of sight, and hoping he hadn't heard her. What if he got nasty? Reported her? She could lose her job, and she didn't like the thought of that. Fighting hard against the urge for hysterical laughter, she ventured "Uh, no, no, it was an accident, honestly… I just… forgot it was a fizzy can, and shook it a little to mix it" she called, her eyes clenched tight shut and her fingers crossed, as she prayed for him to believe her. "Oh really?" said a voice in her ear. Jaq shrieked and shot upright, opening her eyes she found herself imprisoned by an arm on either side of her shoulders, hands resting on the side of the van, and Mike stood face to face with her, close enough for her to be able to smell the sweet tang of the drink on his hot skin. "I heard you say something about helping me to cool down" he whispered, "or was that just wishful thinking on my part?" He cocked his head, face very close to hers, and smiled at her. She straightened up, took a deep breath, mentally shook herself and tried compose her thoughts, feeling her self control fraying. "Well I may have thought you needed cooling off after your antics in the barn, and who can blame me? You leap on me, practically rape me, all because I was thirsty, and you leave me out here in the heat so long it's no wonder my nerves are shot, I'm half deluded by heat and thirst!" She folded her arms, a tricky job in the limited space between their bodies, but essential if she was to put some space between them. And she glared at him, chin up, defiant outside but trembling inside. God she wanted him to kiss her! And stroke her, and – she quickly slammed the door of her mind on those thoughts, and concentrated on staring him out. It wasn't easy. He continued to look intently at her, that smile still playing about his lips... his lips... she couldn't help looking at them, noting their shape, their strength. They seemed to fill her vision, and she couldn't draw her eyes away from them. Her own lips twitched, as if anticipating how a kiss would be, and her fingers itched to run over his, following their outline, tracing their curves, and feeling their warmth. "Right, so I practically raped you, did I?" his voice sounded harsh, and cooler than before. Those eyes bored into her again, knowing her thoughts. "Well, no, of course you didn't, bad choice of words, I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today…" her voice trailed off. She slumped a little where she stood, horrified to find that she felt perilously close to tears. Mike moved closer, put one of his huge hands around her shoulders and pulled her to him, stroking her hair with the other, absently, as if soothing silly girls was second nature to him. "C'mere, it's been one of those days, I know, I've had 'em too." He comforted, still stroking her hair, still holding her close. She sighed, and relaxed into his embrace, unfolding her arms and just leaning on him, forgetting about should and should not, drawing comfort from his warmth and solid strength. She wriggled a little, snuggling in tighter, and she snuck her arms around his waist. His body felt so hot, and hard, she couldn't stop her hands from stroking his back, it felt so right. She told herself it was a natural reaction to him stroking her hair, a primitive mutual grooming instinct kicking in. And all the time she was justifying it logically to herself, her heart was giving her snorts of derision and disbelief, and probably making rude gestures too. She turned a blind eye to it. But she also carried on stroking Mikes back. She was growing hotter, her chest felt as if it was glowing, absorbing the heat from Mike's body, and adding it to her own, fuelling her inner furnace. But she didn't want to move. "Feeling better?" he asked, dropping a light kiss on top of her head, and filling her with joy at that unexpected but delightful gesture. "Mmm… yes, some.." she muttered against his body. "Good, because you've dried my top off nicely" he chuckled. Jaq gasped. "Was that all you were up to?" she demanded, trying to push him away, and failing. "No, but it was a nice side effect." He grinned, and stepped back, letting her appear to win the battle of strength. Glancing down, he noted "now you're the one who's wet…" A brief glance confirmed that her shirt was not only damp but totally transparent. Despite the heat her nipples were standing to attention, the material clinging lovingly to their shape, faithfully reproducing every bump and seeming to enhance the caramel colour, making it very noticeable. Blushing furiously, she went to fold her arms and turn away, and for the second time that day found her wrists held fast by Mike. "Don't," he said quietly. And she stood still for him, holding her breath, feeling her whole body flush under his gaze and the heat suffusing her loins. "Mike-"was as far as she got before one of her breasts was gently encompassed by his hand, and her fight was over. He squeezed it gently, tugging at it, and Jaq let out a low moan and leant forward into his caress. Releasing her other wrist he grabbed her ponytail, using it to tilt her head back and he lowered his lips onto hers for the kiss she had been wanting. Jaq responded eagerly, mashing her smooth lips against his rough ones. She felt the stubble of his face grazing her skin, and heard the blood pounding in her ears, and she wanted to feel more of him. She wrapped her hands around his head, winding her fingers into his hair and pulled him harder onto her mouth, opening up to him and nipping at his lips with her teeth. He growled and shoved her back against the van, his tongue filled her mouth, huge and strong, and she sucked it, and her own tongue joined it in its dance of discovery. She felt his hands tugging at the knotted cheesecloth between her breasts, and his mouth left hers, dropping to the curve of her neck, and dusting it with gentle kisses, before his tongue blazed a trail of fire downwards, towards her cleavage, making her squirm with barely controlled lust. Another sharp tug, a breath of air, and Jaq's chest was as bare as Mike's own. Time stood still as Mike's lips brushed her skin, teasing it into an almost unbearable state of awareness. Slowly he explored the canvas of flesh before him, tasting the curves and revelling in the quivers his roving mouth induced. He reached the rosy peak of one mound, and laid the flat of his tongue on it, covering it, becoming a blanket of moist warmth. With exquisite slowness his tongue read the Braille of her stiffened nipple, its bumps telling him of her need, her desire, and the dull ache in his groin mirrored that need, told of his own arousal. He drew her breast into his mouth, taking as much of the milky white globe as he could, holding it there and sucking on it in short hard bursts. Jaq wailed aloud, all false protestations swept aside by the lust coursing through her, and her desperate longing for this man to take her, and make love to her, to fill her body and her soul with the ecstasy she now knew he could give her. A hand kneaded her other breast, pulling and squeezing at the malleable flesh, firmly but not harshly, drawing the nipple out and rolling it between those rough fingers. Had Jaq not been so distracted she might have wondered at the delicacy of his touch. As it was, her legs were barely supporting her, and her insides had long ago turned to water. She felt unsteady, and out of control, and she was long past the capacity for rational thought. Her breathing was fast and ragged, accompanied by soft moans and whimpers, and her fingers were digging into his shoulders and his head, alternately trying to push him away, and then pulling him tighter against her. Unable to contain the pressure building in his balls for much longer, Mike reluctantly released her breasts, and his hands went to her shorts, fumbling with the button and the zip, undoing them and wrenching both shorts and knickers down together in one pull. Jaq wiggled her hips, helping gravity increase its hold on her clothes and stepped out of the discarded pile. Her hands flew to Mike's hips, and she found him already pushing his overalls even further down, and she helped him, urgently pushing at the damp and greasy fabric. She felt his cock spring free, and she wrapped her hand around it, balking a little at the heat and hardness of it. It was iron, covered in peach – soft skin. Stroking its length, she licked her dry lips and swallowed, quaking a little at the thought of the imminent act. She felt his balls, hot and heavy, and squeezed them gently. Mike groaned and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her hands away from touching him. "Jaq, I can't wait any longer, if you're going to say no, for God's sake say it now and leave, or else I'm taking you, right here, right now" he hissed, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw, not even sure he could stop if she asked him to, her touch was driving him mad with need. "Oh Christ no, don't stop Mike, please, just fuck me!" she whispered, reaching up to kiss his face. Mike pinned her against the van's side, kissing her back fervently. He slid his hands down her sides, over her hips, and round behind her. Spanning her bottom cheeks he dug his fingers into them, noting their softness and growling against her mouth. Jaq whimpered and thrust her hips towards him, wanting to rub herself against the hardness of his cock, to feel him finally touching her aching sex. His fingers slipped down the cleft between her buttocks, parting them a little, and then moved down underneath them, moving quickly onwards until they finally brushed her pussy lips. Stifling a groan and with a surprising turn of speed for one so big, he bent swiftly and grabbed hold of her thighs. Straightening up again he both lifted her and spread her legs wide in one smooth movement. Pressing her back against the metal he leant forwards into her, his cock seeking for her inviting depths. It nudged her lips, parting them, and she strained to move herself towards it, little whimpers of desire escaping her. "Please, please, please – "was all she could manage, and then with a grunt of effort Mike thrust into her, burying his throbbing prick deep inside her cunt in one movement. Her slick wetness made it so easy for him, coating his shaft with a silky lubricant unrivalled by anything man-made. He put his hands on the roof of the van to steady himself, and bent his thighs a little, supporting her weight partially on them. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself, to prolong the pleasure of being buried inside Jaq's pussy, feeling her muscles gripping and squeezing his cock, for all the world as if she was milking it. Jaq wrapped her legs up around his waist, her arms around his neck, and began to rock her hips, muttering for him to fuck her hard, fuck her hard! Abandoning any attempt at restraint Mike obliged. Pulling back his hips he slammed forward into her, over and over, rocking the van with the urgency of his thrusts. Jaq cried out at the violence of it, and responded in kind. Unable to match his thrusts, pinned and impaled as she was, she dipped her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, sucking and biting in the fever of her passion. Mike howled as this act of primal lust sent him over the edge, and he fell against her, crushing her, his pelvis a blur of frantic fucking as his balls emptied their boiling contents deep into her womb. Jaq felt herself coming hard then as Mikes pubic bone ground against her swollen clitty. She cried out, her voice muffled by the flesh of his shoulder that still filled her mouth, and she tightened her arms and legs about him as she struggled to keep from crying in the throes of her orgasm. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks anyway, running down and dripping onto his shoulder, mixing with the little smear of blood that bore testament to the sharpness of her teeth, and the strength of her passion. She whimpered and clung to him, eyes tight shut, feeling the thudding of his heart matching her own, and the heat of his skin against her, and the sharpness and discomfort of the metal on her back. She heard the birds singing in the trees around them, and felt the slight whisper of the warm breeze as it touched her naked body, drying the light sheen of perspiration that had been glistening there. She heard and felt all these things, and wondered how the world could carry on regardless around them, when she felt so totally different. Mike stirred, and let Jaq back down to terra firma. He crooked his curled index finger under her chin and lifted, tilting her face so he could kiss her lips, her cheeks and finally her forehead. He pulled his overalls up, knotting the arms loosely about his waist again, and then bent and collected her clothes. Holding them in one hand, he took hold of her hand in his other, and without a word he led her across the yard towards his home. Clad only in her shoes and flapping shirt Jaq walked quietly beside him, feeling as if she were in some strange dream. Was this really her, naked in the farmyard, damp and sticky between her thighs, being led who knew where by a battle-scarred warrior? She smiled. It was her, and she was enjoying herself. Gone were the nerves, the uncertainty of intent, and the battle of words in the flirting game. This was just a woman and a man enjoying each other in the most natural of ways. Entering the kitchen Mike spoke for the first time since their frantic coupling. "Are you still feeling hot?" His grin betrayed that there was more to his question than first appeared. Jaq smiled up at him, and nodded, wondering what was coming. He let go of her hand, dropped her clothes onto a chair, and crossed to the fridge/freezer. "Beer, Coke, orange juice, wine?" he called from inside, the sounds of rummaging carrying clearly through the still cool air of the kitchen. "Wine if it's white or orange juice, thanks!" she called back, thinking that it didn't matter about drink driving today, seeing as she was only going to be a passenger when the breakdown lorry turned up. The breakdown lorry! With a start she glanced round for a clock, wondering wildly what the time was. To her relief it was only half past 4, still another hour to go at least. Only another hour! Jaq's heart stopped, and then sank, as what would have seemed an eternity before now shrank to an all too brief moment of time. Mike was opening a bottle, and she studied his back, watched the movement of his muscles, and noted the bruise already darkening on his shoulder and a smile wiped the frown from her face. Surely this wouldn't be the end? There had to be more, an encore performance at least. Jaq accepted the glass of wine with a sheepish grin, one arm holding her shirt together, making an attempt at modesty. With a bottle of beer and a box in one hand, Mike grabbed Jaq and pulled her after him, laughing at her blushes as her shirt gaped open again. "C'mon Jaq, I like the view, don't deny me that!" Special Delivery He pulled her behind him along the corridor, and started up the stairs, grinning back at her, prompting giggles from her at his mischievous expression. They ran along the hall and into a bedroom – Mike's bedroom. Jaq gazed around, again surprised by what she saw. A room full of light and luxury. A big wooden bed, with 4 curved posts but no canopy, simple but elegant. A cream jacquard quilt with a deep fringe covered the suggestion of a mountain range of pillows. The floor was wooden, fine grained and silky looking, scattered with plush rugs in rich autumnal shades. Pictures on the wall seemed to be mostly Monet reproductions, colourful and pleasing to the eye. Up-lighters were set discreetly into the walls, and the one window was curved and deep, and fitted with a window seat. The sun shone in through it, bringing the room alive with warmth and beauty. She twirled around, her shirt flying open and she laughed aloud, full of joy at the discovery of more of this 'other side' of Mike. He smiled and took hold of her as she spun by, pulling her to him and kissing her. He pulled her ponytail free from its band and threw the band across the room. He ran his fingers through her hair, lifting it, and Jaq shook her head, settling the dark hair around her face and across her shoulders. She sipped her wine, relishing its chilled sweetness, and Mike took the glass from her and put it on a little table next to the bed, alongside his beer and that mysterious box. He pushed the limp shirt from her shoulders and she kicked her shoes off, and finally she was naked before him. She swallowed, suddenly a little nervous. Gazing into her eyes Mike loosened and stepped out of his overalls, and then his boxer shorts, having lost his shoes somewhere along the way. He performed that most elegant of manly manoeuvres, the one – legged stork removing his socks, and then he too was clad only in skin. Jaq stepped forward, and kissed his chest, running her hands lightly up to his shoulders, and then back down his arms, luxuriating in the feel of his body. She laid her cheek against him and sighed, a happy sigh. Wrapping his arms around her as if protecting her from the world, Mike guided her to the bed. They fell onto it still embracing, and they let their hands, and lips, and tongues explore each others bodies, stroking, and licking, kissing and caressing, a relaxed voyage of discovery. Jaq came to rest on her tummy, with Mike on his side next to her, stroking her back, and caressing the nape of her neck, causing sighs of delight to rise unbidden from her lips, and her hips to gyrate, as if her the erogenous zone of her neck were directly connected to the nerve endings in her pelvis. She lay there, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feel of Mike exploring her body, and she felt as if she could stay there forever. She felt his movements and let her body respond as it wanted, no longer worrying about appearances or clever word play. She paid no heed to the rustling of paper and the shifting of weight on the bed, relaxed as she was, and when Mike slipped a hand between her thighs to explore more intimate regions, she groaned in pleasure, feeling her pulse quicken, and she raised her hips, pushing her bottom skywards to make access easier for him. He pulled her back into a kneeling position, ass raised invitingly, and head and back bowed, supporting her weight on her forearms. She whimpered as he found her damp and open and slipped a finger inside her, probing her depths slowly but thoroughly. Another finger brushed lightly over her clitoris, and she gasped and pushed herself backwards, searching for its touch again, wanting Mike to stroke her into ecstatic oblivion. A firm slap on her upturned cheeks brought another gasp from her, and caused a reflex clench onto the finger still buried inside her. Her eyes flew open and she squealed in shock "You spanked me!" "Yes, I did. Shall I do it again? After all, you were a naughty girl… throwing a drink at me like that! Shocking lack of self control!" Mike said, with a smile in his voice. He accompanied the question with another slap for good measure, and Jaq's eyes widened and she dug her nails into the thick quilt, as an electric tingle jarred her pussy, making her feel as if she were leaking all over the bed. She had never indulged in corporal punishment as a sexual activity before, and she was shocked by how horny it made her feel. The sting of his hard and calloused hand made her throb from the very tip of her pouting clitoris to the little puckered rosebud of her anus. She bit her lip as she felt her pussy swelling and growing wetter, and in her mind she could picture herself pleading with him to take her, and she found herself thrusting her ass up higher, hoping for another slap, but not quite daring to ask, for fear he should think her perverted. He chuckled, and squeezed and pinched her proffered cheeks, which were glowing quite delightfully even after this brief chastisement. "Right then you little minx "he crooned, "Time to cool you down a little!" Jaq sighed, a little breathless and disappointed "no!" as he withdrew his finger, and she drooped her head, breathing more heavily, as her body responded to her lust, and readied itself for Mike to join with her, to become part of her flesh, and to cause her to convulse in the throes of orgasm. Her breasts ached for a caress, and she rocked a little where she knelt, brushing her engorged nipples against the rough texture of the quilt, sending a frisson of excitement through her, making her shiver with the thrill of it. She caught her breath as a cool breeze crept between her legs, and then she shrieked and jumped as something hard and ice-cold nuzzled into her hot and gaping cunt. In the few seconds it took her to recover her senses and try and move away, Mike had her held fast, his strong thigh under her pelvis and against her thighs, both supporting her and preventing her from lunging forwards, and his left arm encircling her waist, holding her still, whilst his fingers were advancing through the silky hair of her mound, to the jewel of her clitoris within. The coldness burned as the icy probe burrowed deep inside her, numbing her, and she screamed and wriggled, teetering between sexual arousal and fear. "Shhh, relax, I got you a lolly from the freezer" Mike soothed, as his fingers sought and settled upon their goal, and a deep shudder from Jaq confirmed he had scored a direct hit. A lolly? She shuddered again, as Mike's insistent fingers sent shock waves through her, and her muscles clenched hard in response, clamping onto the ice pole holding her open, and drawing a cry from her at the unexpected surge of sensations generated by that spasm. Her insides ached with the cold, but through the pain flowed pleasure and she hardly knew what to do with herself to relieve the intensity of the feelings wracking her. She began rocking, matching his thrusts as Mike continued to both cool her down and heat her up – a heady combination. She switched off the part of her mind that was still incredulously telling her she was enjoying having an ice lolly fucking her, and just let herself move, feeling her orgasm building, as unavoidable as the melting of the icy phallus within her. And then she was coming, her body afire with the force of it, and she fell forward across Mike's leg, her thighs trembling with the violence of orgasm, too shaky to support her. She sobbed Mike's name aloud, as she buried her face in the bed, digging her fingers in and out, like a cat flexing its claws. A strange cocktail of woman and orange flavoured water gushed down her thighs, and as the lolly faded to a sliver Mike flung it from them, let Jaq collapse onto the bed and he swiftly laid himself between her spread thighs and replaced the ice prick with his own hot one. With a groan he eased himself into her, finding her still throbbing from her orgasm. She cried out as he parted her lips and slid into her chilly depths, and he took hold of her hips, in case she should try to pull away. He wanted her so badly he couldn't have borne to wait. The initial chill made him shiver, and a twang of conscience smote him for a second as he had a taste of what Jaq had taken. Then heat blazed through him as Jaq arched her back, pushing herself back onto his cock, and begged him to fuck her. "Please, fill me up, I fucking want you to spunk inside me you bastard!" she spat out. The sound of proper little Jaq swearing like a whore spurred him on, and he draped himself over her back, trapping her, and forced himself deeper into her softness. He rammed her hard, and with each thrust he hissed his feelings in her ear, making her moan and thrash beneath him in lustful ecstasy. "Yeah, you like this Jaq? You like having me stretch that tight little pussy of yours around my fat cock? I'm gonna empty my balls right up inside you, gonna fucking fill you with my cum, oh yeah, then you're gonna cum again, while I fuck you even harder, so I can feel that cunt of yours sucking me dry, like the greedy little spunk bitch it is. You want that baby? Yeah, you like the sound of that? Old Mike fucking you till you can't walk? TELL me what you want!" And Jaq shouted for him to fuck her, to fill her, to make her beg for him to stop, and despite the handicap of his weight pressing upon her, she bucked and writhed with abandon. Mike felt himself start to come, and seeing the tempting sun bronzed flesh moving provocatively beneath him he repaid Jaq in kind and bit deeply into the curve of her shoulder, sucking at her hot flesh as if he were a seasoned vampire. "Fuck yessss, oh fucking Christ yes!" Jaq howled, desperately trying to find strength to force her herself even further back onto Mike's twitching cock as he emptied himself into her. And then everything was still. Jaq was squashed under the mountain that was Mike, but in no hurry to move. Her breathing was as laboured as his was. They panted, and gulped for air, bodies still joined and pulsating, a deep satisfaction replacing the urgency of a few moments earlier. A warm glow spread through Jaq as Mike kissed her neck, and her shoulder, and brushed the hair from her cheek to stroke it with his knuckles. How long they laid there she didn't know, but the shadows lengthened, and the room grew cooler. They changed position, and cuddled, and Jaq was totally content. The bliss was shattered by the sound of a heavy vehicle crunching across the ruts and gravel of the yard. Jaq shot up in horror, heart pounding, realising it had to be Ray, with the recovery truck, and she was naked and in Mike's bed! Mike pushed her back down; kissed her, and said "Don't you move." He grabbed his overalls from the floor and thrust his legs back into them, and shrugged his arms into the sleeves. He slipped out of the bedroom, and Jaq cringed and shrugged the bedcover around her shoulders, noting even in her distracted state that it was very wet and sticky, and would need a good wash once she had gone home. The window was open, and she heard the slam of the door, and Ray's voice calling her name. She tiptoed across to the window, peering out, craning her neck to see what was happening below. She saw Mike appear and have a brief conversation, then Ray clapped Mike on the shoulder – and Jaq was sure she saw him wince, and she suppressed a giggle – and then Mike was starting the van and turning it, Ray was lowering the ramps on the lorry, and just a few short minutes later her van was leaving the yard tied tightly to Williams Brothers Recovery Vehicle. She sagged back down, relieved at not having to face Ray, but wondering what had passed between the two men. Mike ambled back into the bedroom, whistling one of his old faithful tuneless numbers, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Ok?" She nodded, querying "What did you say to him?" "Just that you were feeling rough, possibly had a mild heat stroke, so rather than wait around here for hours, I gave you an ice pack and got you a taxi home." He stretched, flexing his arms above his head, then linking his fingers and cracking his knuckles. Jaq sighed in relief, and smiled at him. "So then… question is… do you want – would you like – to stay the night? Because, if you're wondering, I would like that very much. And it is Friday; we could maybe spend the weekend together… If you aren't busy, I mean of course you may well have plans and all…" Mike trailed off, and looked at her, anxiety and uncertainty suddenly showing on his face. Jaq stood up, stretched herself, and let the quilt fall to the floor. "Well, I don't have plans, I'd enjoy being with you, and besides, I think there's something you have to do" His brow furrowed as he studied her. "There is?" he quizzed, half smiling, still unsure of what was coming. "Yes," she purred. "You quite explicitly told me not to move, and I did. So, don't naughty girls deserve to be disciplined some more?" And she giggled, sticking her tongue out at him, and laughing at the joy and relief in his face, as he growled and advanced upon her, saying "Oh yes, you are going to need disciplining on a regular basis I can see!" And he ran his hand down one of the bed posts suggestively, grinned at Jaq, and wondered aloud if he had any thin rope handy. Special Delivery Ch. 01 Carol and I had been married for around two and a half years. We were both in our early twenties, happy, we had a beautiful daughter, a new home and good careers ahead of us. Our relationship was solid, our sex life was still good four years into our relationship and we were still very much in love. It may surprise you then, that on a Saturday morning, on my "get up with the baby" round, i found myself snooping through her mobile phone, reading through a variety of messages from friends, family and work colleagues to decipher what exactly she had been up to on the Thursday of that week. Carol is a Midwife at a local hospital, one of the largest in the country. She works very long hours, and in truth we only get by through the support of family. That Thursday she had been called off to a delivery in the afternoon – to find a scribbled note telling me of her whereabouts. I did the 'house-husband' bit, cleaned up, put the baby to bed, made some dinner. I sat down by about nine-thirty and poured myself a glass of wine, waiting for her return. I kept clock watching, because she'd normally phone if she was going to be home this late. Getting slightly worried, I figured I'd phone to check to see what time she'd get in. Julie, one of her colleagues answered my query. "Hi Alex....she's not been in at all today" she said, sounding slightly confused, "could you please make sure Julie?". She did, and I thanked her, explained I'd probably got my wires crossed and ended the call. There was probably some logical explanation for it, I thought to myself, there had to be. I decided to quiz her on it the next day. I went to bed at around midnight, with my wife still not home, I think I heard the door shut about thirty minutes later. The next day I asked her about work: "So, how was the delivery yesterday?' I asked. "Ohhh...yeah it was a difficult one, The baby was premature we had to make sure the little one was okay." "I see – everything okay on the ward?" "Yeah, that place is fine." Right, so something was amiss. I didn't suspect Carol of having an affair, but when something like that happens, when your spouse lies to you, its the first thing you think of, right? I shouldn't be so suspicious, but I had to find out what was going on, just in case. And so I found myself, having finished investigating a variety of texts on shopping dates to home births, looking through her bag. Lipstick, purse, body spray, and her work diary. I opened it, and looked at this week. It read: Monday: Day off Tuesday: 12-9 on call Wednesday: 12-9 on call Thursday: Special Delivery (5.30pm) Friday: 12-9 on call Saturday Special Delivery (5.30pm) *check Alex can have baby Sunday: Day off Now I'm no Holmes, but the Saturday and Thursday dates had the same note written past them. So, I guessed, she'd be at the same place Saturday as she was Thursday. Right, I hatched a plan. I called my mother to see if she'd babysit, and explained to Carol that I was going out for one of the lads birthdays. She was fine about it, and made absolutely no mention of work, anyway come about 4 o'clock I left the house, and parked around the side of the street. About thirty minutes in, i got a text message from her: 'Got to work...C U tonight, love Carol xxx' About fifteen minutes passed further, and her car pulled out of the street, turning right onto the main link road between our town and the nearest city. I started the engine, and began to follow my wife. What I was doing felt wrong, I was behaving so irrationally, but i had an instinct, a gut feeling that something was up. I drove about 5 or 6 cars back, and after about ten minutes so indicated to pull off onto a slip road. Once again, I followed carefully, as best I could. Eventually we reached a side street in a suburban area. She pulled the car up to a small house on the corner of the street, I pulled in about 100 yars further back. I watched as she looked around, and got out of the car. She looked great. She had on a knee length black skirt, with a slight slit on one side. A tight white shirt which showed off the curves of her breasts, and knee length black boots. Her lips were coated deep red, and her eyes dark with make-up. I loved the secretary look, and she was a perfect example. I sat in the car for about ten minutes, wondering what to do. She couldn't be, could she? We were so happy. She'd never complained about sex, nothing. We had a good sex life, or so I thought. I'm not the most well endowed man on the planet, but I had always been told that I was pretty good, and imaginative, in bed. However, here I was watching as my wife, dressed to kill, lying to me about where she's going, entering a strange house that I knew nothing of. I had to do something. I got out of the car and walked tentatively towards the house. My heart was racing. I approached the door, made of new PVC and with a handle, and tested it. It opened. By now I was charged, nervous energy taking over and a variety of emotions setting in. I took some deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. I was faced with a hallway and some stairs, and alerted by the sounds of some heavy moaning coming down from them. I walked quietly, halfway up, and looked round into a front bedroom where the noise was coming from. Sat on a chair was a man faced towards me but with eyes closed. He must have been late twenties, six foot in height, olive skinned with shot dark hair and dark brown eyes. My eyes followed his body down, he had a strong, cut physique, not overly built but the kind of body other guys envy. His chest was bare and smooth, his stomach muscles tensed and impressive. Lowering my gaze, my eyes fixed on his dick. It was equally as impressive, his full pubic region, his balls and his length had all been shaved, and were as smooth as the rest of his torso. His glans was a deep purple, uncircumcised, thick and impressive, it lead down to his shaft, which retained its thickness and must have been a full eight inches. I admired the veins, protruding and thick. Physically, he was one of the most impressive guys I had ever seen in the flesh. The moans, it had become clear, were his. Whilst i was admiring him I had almost ignored the fact that there was a woman hunched over him, slurping hungrily on his phallus. He seemed to be in ecstasy, and by the sounds of how much of her own saliva she was using on him, I could understand why. I scanned the woman performing on him. She was about five foot two, dark hair cut into a short bob and the she had pale, smooth skin. She was't thin, but had deep curves, the kind of figure I love. I could see her breasts, full and womanly, swaying down onto his knees. As she was knelt forward i had a great view of between her thighs I could see short dark hairs surrounding her pink sex. She had a tatoo of a butterfly just above the parting of a smooth, round and peachy backside. A tatoo that I knew so well, because it was Carol. I stood there, knowing from the start who it was, watching, still and silent. My hear felt like it was going to explode, my thoughts were racing, but i still watched. I couldn't take my eyes off it, off them. She was great at giving head, she really was, Carol had always loved the feeling of a man releasing in her mouth. Equally, she had always loved to push my dick to the back of her throat to gag, which I saw, and heard her doing now. I was purely transfixed, and I realised, amongst the range of emotions I was feeling now, the anger, the fear, the hurt, I had possibly the strongest erection of my life in my pants. I reached down, eyes hungry, and started rubbing my crotch. Carol had stood up to kiss him, and by now I could see the full wet glow of his cock, and her pretty little mound over it. She practically devoured him with her mouth, kissing deep and hard as he reached round to grab her plump little ass. "Fuck me Carol", he ordered, and my mouth opened further. She pushed her legs either side of him, responding to command, and slipped her pussy over the head of his penis. She rocked slightly, teasing him. Then, reaching her hand round, she slipped his smooth, thick cock into her wetness. I watched in awe as she spread around him, I could see the pink folds of her pussy stretch around him as she slid down. Slowly she slipped down, engulfing his length until she sat neatly on his knees. She let out a little giggle, like a school girl playing a prank, and leaned in to kiss her lover. This had gotten too much now, and my pants were dropped down to my knees. My hand had slipped around my seemingly inferior length and I was beating myself furiously. I watched as they kissed, and she started to rock up and down, her hands on the chair and her breasts shoved in his face. Neither of them could see me, so I decided to walk to the upstaris hall and get a closer look. I did, sweat dripping from my bow and precum from the tip of my cock. I was now about ten feet away from my wife screwing another man senseless. Not just another man, but a man whos penis was about twice the size of mine, a man whos physique made me look puny. She rode him deep and slow at first, reaching the very tip of his cock before pushing it back inside her. He suck frantically on her breasts, his hands arking over her ass. She was squealing, moaning louder than I'd ever heard her before. His whole phallus was by now covered in her juices, and the sounds of each slap into her pussy just served to make me twitch and get closer myself. She started to screw him faster, rocking from side to side and keeping him deep. I could tell she was getting closer and she threw her head back. He grabbed a handfull of her hair and leaned his full lips in to bite on the pearly flesh of her neck. She let out a large moan, 'I'm gonna cum, please please cum in me!'. He wasnt about to say no, and i could feel my own balls bulge as i watched the writhing, wriggling and groaning as they came together. My cock started to flood with precum, and i came, shooting a ream of spunk on the floor. 'Ohhhhh fuck yes Steve', she cried, as i watched his dick and balls convulse. She had soaked him, and a line of her sin and his started sliding down his dick. I nearly licked my lips. And then I realised his eyes were staring right at me. Special Delivery Ch. 01 Hearing a knock at the door, you walk out and peek through the window. You see a delivery van, and a man in shorts on the steps. You open the door, and you see a glimpse of a middle-aged face with a salt-and-pepper goatee and glasses as he passes you the standard clipboard. "Happy Holidays, ma'am," he says. "I just need a quick signature." Holding the clipboard, you take another look. He seems, somehow, vaguely familiar. You check out the muscular legs, and then your gaze wanders up and over his crotch. Unexpectedly you feel a hand come up and cup one of your large breasts, the thumb pressing into your nipple. As you start to draw a deep breath to yell another hand covers your mouth and nose with a thick cloth, while the first hand comes up to clamp around the back of your neck. You try to struggle as he quickly pushes you back and through the door, kicking it closed with his heel, but his grip is like steel. Then as you struggle to take another breath your vision darkens and slowly goes black, as you vaguely feel your body dropping. ------------- Slowly, you return to consciousness. Hearing returns first, and you can hear nothing more than normal. Slowly you try to open your eyes, but all is blackness. You realize that you've been blindfolded. Through the lassitude, you try to move your hands to your face to remove the blindfold, but find that your hands are restrained. Then you remember the man at the door, and your body tightens as you try to move and realize that you are fully restrained. You try to cry out, but feel the unmistakable feeling of a ball gag in your mouth, and all that comes out is a fearful moan. Still you hear nothing. The tightness of your nipples and an errant draft drifting coolly across your moistening sex tell you that you have been bound naked. Familiar sounds and scents tell you that you are likely in your own bed. And the feeling of the restraints tells you they are likely from your own toy stash. SMACK! Without any warning something slaps down upon your exposed, shaven pussy, and you yelp through the gag! SMACK! Again... and another yelp! SMACK! By this third strike you realize it is a hand striking you. Your nipples are straining and your pussy is juicing hard. This time the sound is not a yelp, but a moan. Your body responses and your own innate slut nature are already starting to betray you. Suddenly fingers grip both of your nipples and pinch HARD! Your body arches up off of the bed from the sudden pain, and you try to scream through the gag. The pinches hold and tighten slowly and you feel your pussy clench, your juices flowing freely. You can feel your body coming close to that first climax. Then suddenly the fingers release and are gone. You drop to the bed with a frustrated moan, which becomes a frightened whimper as you hear a sudden, very recognizable sound. The sound of the action being worked on a gun. That sound terrifies you, sending cold tendrils of dread to your very core. Oddly, however, it pushes your body to new levels of excitement. You can feel your nipples draw tighter, your breasts swelling and firming. You can feel your cunt clench, juices running down your lips, and your swollen clit pulsing. Then you feel something hard, cold and very metallic pressed against your dripping pussy lips. You jump slightly which causes it to nestle in a little deeper. "You'd better not make my gun rust, bitch!" a harsh voice rasps in your ear, his breath tickling the downy hairs at the nape of your neck. That's all it takes. Your body starts to tremble. Your cunt starts to clench and clutch. Your back arches off of the bed, as you moan loudly and fearfully. And you cum harder than you've ever cum in your life! The orgasm runs hard and long, and rolls on into more orgasms. You feel a hard object drive slowly and deeply into your clenching and fluttering cunt, driven to the very depths of your pulsating hole, so that it is pressed against your cervix. Then you feel it start to shift and vibrate hard and strong. You utter a shuddering moan as your orgasms grow harder and stronger! You whimper and moan and thrash against the restraints. Your entire body slick with sweat. Your hair matted to your skull. Then hands start to slap your breasts. HARD! Smacking straight down on them; pounding against the swollen, malleable flesh. Making your nipples, your entire tits, throb! You release a roaring moan, like a wounded animal with a mouthful of mud, as your orgasm explodes! ------------- This time consciousness returns more quickly. You can feel goose-bumps rising along your back from the cool air on your sweat-drenched skin. You realize that things have changed somewhat. Now you have been positioned on your hands and knees. The padded wedge and some pillows placed under you, lifting your ass; the restraints spreading you wide, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable. You are still unable to see anything, but you realize that your mouth is no longer bound with the gag. "Hello, is anyone there?" you manage to say in barely more than a whisper. Silence. "Is anyone there?" you ask a little more loudly. Still there is no answer, no sound but your own. You lay there for a few moments thinking. Perhaps something has happened and frightened your attacker off. Even so, you think, you are in quite a predicament. Your body is still exhausted, your muscles still twitching and trembling, from the massive orgasms you experienced. You are still bound tightly on the bed with no way of reaching a phone. Resignedly, you start to draw a deep breath to begin yelling for help, despite the humiliation it will bring you to have one of your neighbors find you this way. As you draw the breath, you suddenly feel something press against your anus and something stretching you wide as it drives into your ass! "AUUWW---!" you start to wail, from the sudden painful intrusion, when you hear the ratcheting sound of the gun again! "If you scream, I'm gonna blow your fucking head off, you filthy fuckwhore!" the voice rasps into your ear again. You clamp your mouth closed, biting your lip hard to swallow the scream, as the hard thick object is driven deep into your bowels. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as the object is held deep in your asshole, and you feel a hand slap hard on your right asscheek. The hand moves back and forth from one asscheek to the other, smacking hard. "Now I want you to start counting the spanks, slut," hisses the voice. "and after each count, I want you to ask nicely for another." SMACK! "One!" you cry. "Please may I have another?" The hand slaps you hard across the back of the head. "Master, you dirty cunt! Beg your Master for another!" "Please may I have another, Master?" you whimper. SMACK! "Two! May I please have another, Master?" The spanks continue to rain down upon your stinging, throbbing asscheeks. Your juices seep more and more heavily down your thighs with each slap, and you are clenching your ass tightly around the thick object buried deep between your cheeks. Until finally, at the count of thirty, the voice says "Enough." Suddenly you feel a hand in your hair, pulling your head up. Then you feel the unmistakable feeling of a semi-hard cock slapping across your cheeks and lips. "Mmmmm...," you moan, as you instinctively dart your tongue out to lap at the cock-meat. "Ready for some man-meat, are you, you filthy whore?" the voice wickedly chuckles. "I thought you would be. And, I've got all the cock that you need right here, just waiting to fuck your dirty, slutty face and throat! All you have to do is ask for it, you fucking nasty little cum-guzzling cockwhore." You moan deep in your throat and try to pull your head away, not wanting to allow yourself that final surrender to this man's will. Twisting your hair tighter with his hand he shakes your head roughly, slapping your face harder with what is obviously now a very hard, long, thick cock. "So, you want it rougher, eh, bitch?" he growls at you. You can feel the hard cock pressed along your face as he leans closer to you. Then, without warning, his hand slams down hard on your ass, suddenly driving the object deeper into your ass. As you open your mouth to howl from the pain he slams his hard fuckstick past your lips and deep into your throat. "Don't you dare gag, you fucking whore," he snarls down at you. "You'd better take every fucking inch, you dirty little cum-dumpster!" He roughly fucks your face for four or five strokes, balls deep down your throat, as you feel your mouth start to water. Tears seep from the corners of your eyes from the savagery of his thrusts, and you can feel your nipples instantly harden to diamond-like points, your cunt cream running in little rivulets down your trembling thighs. Then he yanks you up off of his cock by the hair, shaking your head roughly. "You want that cum, don't you, you dirty little whore?" he laughs harshly down at you. "You want to keep sucking that big, hard pulsing prick until it explodes down your fucking throat, you dirty little fuckpig!" "N...n...Mmmmmm..Yes!" you wail. "Yes I want that big fucking cock down my throat! I want you to fuck my fucking face with your big, hard fuckpole and feed me all of that hot delicious cum, goddamnit!" "Goddamnit, what, you stupid cunt?" the voice snarls as he smacks you hard across the face. "Goddamnit, Master!" you whimper, then snarl: "Fuck my face hard, rough and nasty with your big fucking cock, Master! Make me your complete, dirty, nasty little cum-gargling, ball-snarfing, butt-fucking slutwhore!" Then you feel rough hairs against your lips, and the musky smell of an asshole hits your nose as he presses his asshole to your lips. "Earn it, slut!" he yells at you. "You eat my fucking ass nice and deep, you dirty little cunt! And, so help me, if you do one thing I don't like I will make you hurt worse than you ever thought possible, and it will last a very, VERY long time!" Not that he even needed to add that as your tongue is already working up and down his asscrack, from his balls past his asshole, covering the whole of his crack with your hot, wet spit. You rim and tickle his asshole, moaning with lust as he pushes back on your tongue and you begin to slowly work your tongue into his ass. "Ohhhh, fuck! That's pretty good for a dirty ass-eating fuckpig, bitch" he half-moans, half-snarls at you. "You must like eating your Rape-Master's asshole out, you worthless nasty slut-slave!" You moan with affirmation, lost in your lust, as he fucks his ass back onto your tongue, taking the drooling, sinuous length of your tongue deeper and deeper into his asshole, clenching his cheeks, pulling and stretching the slippery, probing appendage. Suddenly he clenches his cheeks painfully tightly on your tongue and pulls so that you moan with pain! "Mmmmmm... You're such a fucking good ass-eater, slave" he chuckles as he holds your tongue captive. "Don't worry, that is something that you will have plenty of opportunity to practice. I promise you that, my dirty little whore." Releasing his grip on your tongue, you feel him move away. Then you hear the bed creak, feel it sway as he climbs onto it behind you. Suddenly you feel cool breath blow across the very wet and swollen, shaven lips of your pussy. You moan loudly and clench your ass and kegel muscles, brought that quickly close to the edge of cumming. "Now tell me, you worthless cunt," the voice rasps. "Who do you belong to...?" If you want the rest of the story, slut, you'll have to ask for it. Special Delivery, Friday It was Friday afternoon, 4:30, and I still didn't have my sofa. I bought it a week ago, and they said the earliest they could deliver it was Friday afternoon, between 1 and 5 pm. No problem, I thought. I went to the gym in the morning, took care of a couple of errands, and then settled in to wait for the guys from the furniture store. If they had been there right at 1:00 I think I would have gone into shock, but I'm pretty good at entertaining myself. I had a good book to read, the Internet to surf, I could even take a nap if it came to that. Still, by now it was 4:30, and I was tired of waiting. Finally the doorbell rang and I ran downstairs. When I opened the door the truck was backed up practically to my doorstep, and there were two young Latino dudes standing there. They were in their 20s I guess, good looking and pretty well built. The one who seemed to be in charge checked my name to be sure they were in the right place, then introduced himself. "I'm Eddie, and this is Jose. Where are we going with the sofa?" I showed him the way upstairs. My condo is one of those where the ground floor is the garage, the second floor is the main living area, and the bedrooms are on the third floor. Eddie was a little concerned about getting the sofa up the stairs and around the corner into the living room. He and Jose conferred, then they started bringing it up. Luckily, it turned out not to be any problem. I checked out the sofa to be sure there was no damage or anything, then offered the guys a beer. Eddie declined for both of them. "If we got caught drinking on the job, they'd fire us." I offered bottled water instead, which they accepted, then asked if there was anything else I could get them. Jose said something in Spanish, and they both laughed. I asked what he said, and Eddie replied "Oh nothing, he's just being rude!" "No, really, what did he say?" I asked. Eddie smiled sort of sheepishly and said "You sure you want to know?" I just nodded, and Eddie gave a little shrug. "He said a blowjob would be nice." Sounded good to me!. "Just him, or both of you?" I asked. Eddie grinned and answered, "If you're offering, I'm in!" I looked over at Jose and nodded. In a flash his pants were down around his ankles, exposing a nice uncut cock at half mast. I reached out and touched him, and his cock quickly grew to full size. "Very nice!" I said, giving it a few strokes and coaxing out a bit of precum. I dropped to my knees in front of him to have a taste. I took the head into my mouth, and Jose gave a little groan of pleasure. I had a feeling he wasn't going to last long, so I didn't try anything fancy. I ran my lips up and down the shaft a few times, then took him all the way into my throat. His cock was about six inches long or maybe a little more, and thick. I didn't have any trouble taking it all, and soon my lips were brushing against his balls. He made a growling sound and his cock seemed to grow another inch. I pulled back so that just the head was in my mouth, and gave his shaft a series of strong, rhythmic strokes. He exploded, filling my mouth with a thick, creamy load that I thought would never end. I continued sucking him until he stopped me, putting a hand on my head and pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Good!" he said, then turned to Eddie and repeated it. "He's good!" The whole thing took about 5 minutes, I'd guess, and now it was Eddie's turn. While I was blowing Jose, Eddie had taken off his clothes, and now he was standing there naked. "I might take a little longer," he said. "That OK?" I didn't say anything, just ran my hand over his belly, down across his crotch, just brushing against his cock, then cupping his balls in the palm of my hand. They were already pulled up tight against his body, so I massaged them gently, getting them loose. I sat on the sofa, pulled him closer, and began sucking and licking his balls, taking first one then the other into my mouth. At one point I had them both in my mouth at once, and he moaned "Oh yeah! Fuck, that feels great!" I thought to myself, you ain't seen nothin' yet! I ran my tongue all the way up from his balls to the tip of his cock then down again a few times, never quite taking him into my mouth, but getting closer each time. When I finally took the head between my lips, he was covered with precum. I sucked him gently for a while, just the head at first, then another inch, then two. I put my arms around his waist, my hands on his butt cheeks, and pulled him into me. He said something to Jose in Spanish, then translated for me: "I told him I think I'm in love!" They both laughed, and I kept working his cock, trying to see how hot I could get him before he lost control. I was sucking him steadily, and had a hand on his balls, squeezing them in the same rhythm. Now I had him put one foot up on the sofa, and I began to tease his ass with my free hand. I wasn't sure how he might react, so I took my time, but when I finally zeroed in on his anus, he whispered "Yeah, that's it. Give me a finger." My pleasure! I stuck a finger in my mouth to coat it with saliva, then pushed it into his ass. The first knuckle went in easily to his sphincter. I hesitated, just an instant, and he pushed back against my hand, taking me deeper. I worked my finger in and out a few times, and he said "Try two." Holding my first two fingers together I pushed them into him, while he fucked my mouth. I knew he was going to cum soon. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and gave him my thumb instead. With the other hand I stroked his shaft, intensifying the sensations he was getting. He held out for as long as he could, thoroughly enjoying himself. Finally it was too much for him, he lost control, and I got my second mouthful of warm cream in a little less than a half hour. He had a nice load for me, nearly as big as Jose's, and I just kept sucking and swallowing, getting every last drop. When he pulled away from me, he was laughing. He said something to Jose, then he said, "Holy shit man, I never came like that before in my life!" "Glad you liked it," I said, grinning. I looked over at Jose and saw that he was hard again. He said something to Eddie in Spanish, Eddie told him "No," then said to me, "We have to get the truck back before the warehouse guys leave. If they stay late for us, their overtime comes out of our checks." So that was it. We all said goodby, I went to the door with them, and watched them pull away in their truck. I poured myself a drink and tried to relax, without success. As much as I enjoyed my little adventure with Eddie and Jose, now I was all horned up and ready for more. I decided to go downtown to my favorite bar and see if I could find someone to help put out the fire. I had a quick bite to eat, then went upstairs to clean up. I started with the anal douche, just in case I got lucky. With that taken care of, I got a shower, shaved, put on a dash of my Dick Magnet cologne, and headed out. I made it as far as the stairway when the doorbell rang. I was tempted to ignore it and wait for whoever it was to go away, but fortunately I went to the door, opened it, and was surprised to see Jose standing there. The first words out of his mouth, I swear, were "I wanna fuck you!" I pulled him inside and closed the door. I didn't want my neighbors listening in on this conversation! "You're sure?" I asked him. "Sure," he answered. "You like it, right?" I could tell that he'd had a drink or two, but he didn't seem drunk. "Have you done this before?" He gave a little shrug of one shoulder, saying, "Couple of times." I wasn't sure if that meant he wasn't too experienced, or if he just didn't want me to think he was gay. Either way, I'd save myself a trip downtown. "Come on," I said, and led him up to my bedroom. He pulled out a bottle of tequila and handed it to me. I hesitated for just an instant, then had to laugh at myself. A couple of hours ago I gave this guy a blowjob and let him cum in my mouth. Now I wasn't sure about sharing a bottle with him? I took a swig, swished it around in my mouth, then swallowed, enjoying the burn as it went down. I told Jose to undress, lie back and let me take care of him. He propped a couple of pillows against the head of the bed so he could watch, then laid back and let me get to work. I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking him. He wasn't hard at first, so I was able to take it all, clear down to the balls, and feel it stiffen and grow in my mouth. I love that! When he was good and hard, I ran my lips up and down several times, taking him deep into my throat. He started to get excited, so I backed off and went for his balls. I loved the way he squirmed and moaned as I sucked first one then the other into my mouth. I sucked his cock a little more, making sure he was still hard as a rock, then I was ready for the main event. I got a condom and rolled it onto his cock, lubed it up well, and straddled him. Holding the tip against my asshole, I slowly started to lower myself onto him. I took my time, until I felt my sphincter open up. I held still with just the head inside me, took a deep breath, then pushed down until he was buried to the hilt. I pulled all the way off of him, got some more lube, then started again. This time I took his full length in one smooth motion and began riding up and down on his cock. The feeling was fantastic, and evidently he agreed. He started to say something in Spanish, then stopped and said, "Wow, that's great!" I wondered how long he could last, but I had nothing to worry about. I rode him until I'd had all I wanted, then dismounted and pulled the condom off. I put some lube in the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands together, and began stroking his cock with my right hand and mine with my left. I really tried to make us both cum at the same time, and the result was close enough. When I couldn't hold back any more I started shooting my load all over his belly and chest. That was enough to put him over the edge, and I was still cumming when he started. His first couple of shots mixed with mine on his chest, then he fired off a couple of really strong ones that landed right in his mouth. I ran my fingers around on his chest, mixing his semen and mine together, and let him suck it off my hand. He loved it, so I had a taste myself. Heaven! By now we were both exhausted. Jose went to the bathroom to take a piss. I thought he would want to get dressed and leave, but instead, he returned to the bed and snuggled with me until we fell asleep in each other's arms. He was still there in the morning when I woke up. But that's another story. Special Delivery Pizza Kristin watched the clock, never taking her eyes from it as it ticked the last seconds to five o'clock, then pushed her desk drawer closed, and stood up, to leave. She grabbed her purse and looked around her work space one last time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. On a sudden impulsive, she picked up the phone and called Domino's Pizza. When the sexy voice on the other end of the line asked her what she wanted, she said, "One large pepperoni and a liter of coke, please. Deliver it to 655 Forest Drive. Thanks." With that done, she waved to the few fellow workers still at their desks and left. "What a boring job'" she thought on the way out. "I'm a genius and a babe working as a no-brain clerk in a dead-end job. But it pays me pretty well, so what the hell." The drive home to her condo took a few minutes longer than usual, and Kristin was afraid she would miss the pizza delivery man. She had just enough time to walk in and drop her purse, take off her shoes and stretch her long legs out on the sofa when the doorbell rang. "Domino's delivers," called a deep, husky voice from outside the door before she could even answer it. Kristin opened the door just a few inches only to see an absolutely gorgeous delivery man carrying a pizza. She hurriedly unhooked the chain and opened the door wide. She could hardly take her eyes off him; in fact, she could hardly breathe. Trying to recover her composure, she said, "Come on in. Let me get my wallet." As she turned to walk into the kitchen, he spoke. With a sexy look on his face and a glint in his eye, he said, "That won't be necessary, if you want to pay another way." Her breath left her again momentarily. "What do you mean," Kristin questioned him, somewhat knowingly. Leaving the door open still, he walked over and set the pizza down on the table, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his cock. "Give me a nice blow job, and the pizza is on me." Kristin was a little shocked, but she got over it quickly. Her mind raced as she thought about her options. She had given a blow job before, sort of. Well, not really. She had taken a cock in her mouth, but she hadn't sucked it, stroked it, or really made love to it, and she sure hadn't tasted a guy's cum. So she faced the facts: she had never really blown a guy before. And now this guy wants the real thing. She had seen it done before in a couple of movies, of course, so how hard could it be, but had never really done it herself. "On the other hand," she thought, beginning to justify herself, "I am a little short on cash until the next paycheck, and, he really is good looking, and ... why not? I'm eighteen years old, and maybe it's time for me to find out what it's all about." Kristin looked him in the eye as she considered her options, not daring to look at his cock. He smiled, so cute and so confident, that all her resistance melted, and she seemed to have no choice. The front door to her condo remained wide open as she dropped her eyes to his cock and watched his cock grow. Oblivious to everything but this beautiful man in front of her with his equally beautiful cock exposed, she slowly went to her knees in front of him. Before she even had a chance to cradle his balls in her hand and take hold of his cock, it was almost completely erect. Hard, smooth and cut, his cocked seemed to call to Kristin. She cupped his shaved balls and began stroking his hard shaft. She bent her face close to his cock, and looking up into his dark brown eyes, kissed the head of it. Drinking in his passion with her eyes, lust overtook her. Parting her lips, she slipped the head into her mouth and explored it with her tongue. It was so hard, yet so soft. She drew it out, then back in again, slowly at first, then faster. She stroked the shaft at the same time, and rolled his balls around with her other hand. Her tongue explored every inch of his cock, and even pushed part way into the little slit at the top. She sucked him and continued to stroke him, careful to keep her teeth away from the flesh. His breathing quickened, and began thrusting with his hips. His cocked bumped against the back of her mouth with each thrust, something she had never felt before. A strong urge to deep-throat him overcame her, but she couldn't do it. Not yet anyway. She reached up and loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them slip to the floor around his ankles. She hugged his ass and felt the strength of his muscles as he continued to fuck her face. Kristin lightly fingered his ass and felt his balls begin to tighten up, and she knew that he was about to cum. "Oh fuck," she thought, "should I let him cum in my mouth?" She had never tasted cum and was a little afraid of it. With his next hard thrust, she gave in to her impulse, relaxed her mouth and pushed forward as hard as she dared. As his cock pushed against the back of her mouth, she stifled the gag reflex and let his cock slide down her throat, his short, trimmed pubic hair against her face. He pulled out, and thrust again. He moaned a deep growl as his cock took her mouth and plunged into her throat. Again and again, his cock slid down her throat, fucking her hard and mashing her face against his pubes. Kristin liked it. Actually, she loved it. Moans of pleasure escaped his lips as the hot stream of cum began to shoot out of his cock and into her mouth. She sucked hard on his dick, and he continued to fuck her mouth. He came more with each stroke, filling her mouth and throat with his cum. She swallowed much of the jism, a bit more leaked out the corner of her mouth, and she held the rest in her mouth. Kristin couldn't believe what she had just done, but she was feeling naughty and decided to live out a fantasy. When he finished cumming, Kristin let his spent cock fall from her mouth and stood up, her mouth still full of his cum. It was warm and pleasant, not bitter like she expected it to be. She wanted to swallow it all herself, but instead she kissed him deeply, and shared the salty-yet-sweet cum with him. He sucked it out of her mouth as he kissed her, tasting it and smearing it all over his tongue. Kristin then sucked it out of his mouth and off his tongue and swallowed everything. She licked her lips sensuously to make sure she got it all. Then, bending over, she licked the droplet of cum from the tip of his now-limp cock, then opened her mouth and took it into her mouth again, and sucked gently on it one last time to drain the last drops of cum. Kristin looked at him and smiled, almost drunk with passion and lust. Her mouth and throat and tummy were satisfied, but she could feel how wet her pussy was, and could feel a deep hunger building in her loins. The delivery man, quickly, and with slight embarrassment, pulled up his pants and buttoned them. The silence was deep and Kristin didn't know what to do. He walked to the door, then turned and paused. As he did, he smiled and said, "Pretty goddamn good. I loved it. Now, the next time you call for pizza, ask for Brandon to deliver it. And be sure to order the Combo – it beats the pepperoni all to hell. And the price includes all sorts of cool combinations." Special Delivery, Saturday Saturday morning I woke up with a hardon. So what else is new, right? I touched myself, loving the feel of my hand on my hard cock. I stroked it a few times, and gave my balls a squeeze. I thought about jerking off, but then remembered that I had company. It took a minute for me to remember who he was, and how he got there. Friday, Eddie and Jose, a couple of hunky Latinos, delivered my new sofa. Before they left I had sucked both of their cocks and swallowed two nice big loads. They had to get the truck back to the warehouse, or I'm sure they would have been happy to stay for more. As it was, Jose came back later by himself and told me, in his limited English, that he wanted to fuck me. Which is what he proceeded to do, letting me ride his cock for a good long time. When I was ready for the fun to end, I dismounted and stroked both his cock and mine until we erupted, shooting sperm all over his belly and chest, even hitting his mouth with a couple of spurts. A good time was had by all, as they say! Jose surprised me by inviting himself to spend the night, not that I'm complaining. So that explains the strange man in my bed. OK, so his name is Jose, he doesn't speak much English, he's a good looking guy, and I don't know if he's gay but he definitely showed me a good time last night. I looked over in his direction to see if he was awake. He was lying on his side, with his back to me, so I couldn't be sure. Either way I didn't think he'd mind if I woke him up to have sex. I slid in behind him, letting my cock brush against his ass, and put an arm around him. He gave a little moan, so I knew he was at least half awake. When he took my hand and guided it to his cock, there was no doubt. He was just as hard as I was. We snuggled a little, I played with his cock a little, and soon we were both ready for more. Jose reached back and took my cock in his hand. He gave it a few strokes, then shifted his body and held the tip of my cock against his asshole. The invitation was clear, so I took a timeout to get a condom and some lube, then got back into place. I pressed my lubed, jacketed cock into his ass, nice and easy. As far as I knew we had all morning, so I was in no hurry. I pushed in until I felt some resistance, then pulled back and started again, pushing in another fraction of an inch, then again, and again. Little by little I worked my way into his ass, until his sphincter opened up and the head of my cock was inside him. I held still, waiting for his body language to tell me he was ready for more. After about a minute he moved back against me, taking me deeper, and I thrust my hips forward to meet him. When I had given him a few short, gentle strokes, I withdrew completely and got more lube. He said something that I think meant "Don't stop," and I entered him again. This time I slid into him more easily, and went as deep as I could reach. We fucked like that for a while, lying spoon fashion with my cock pumping lazily in and out of his ass and my free hand slowly stroking his cock. In that position there wasn't much friction, and I felt like I could fuck him all morning. In time, though, I was ready for a change. I turned him onto his back and ran my hands over his body. He has almost no body hair except for the black tuft surrounding his brown, uncut cock. He was still hard as a rock, and I couldn't resist sucking him, just a little. I put a little lube on his cock to make it slide down my throat more easily, then ran my lips all the way down the shaft, until I felt his pubic hairs tickling my nose. He was getting more excited, but I didn't want him to cum just yet. I put his legs up over my shoulders, pointed my cock in the right direction, and pushed it into his ass in one long, smooth motion, not stopping until my balls were pressed against his butt. I was deeper inside him than before, and he made a sound that could be a moan of pleasure, or a groan of pain. The look on his face told me it was pleasure, and when he put his hands on my ass and pulled me into him, I was sure. I began thrusting into him with long, deep strokes. Meanwhile, he was stroking his cock in rhythm with me, at first just playing with himself and enjoying the sensation. Before long he was stroking himself faster, his face was flushed, and his breath was coming in quick, ragged bursts. I felt his sphincter tighten around my cock, and the first shot came flying out onto his chest. I pushed my cock in as deep as it would go and held on, while he pumped semen all over the place. I was afraid he would want me to stop fucking him now that he had cum, but he said, "You cum too." I interpreted that to mean that he wanted to feel me get off in his ass, and I was only too happy to oblige. I gave him a series of short strokes, trying to get maximum stimulation. My cock started to throb, I pushed it in to the hilt, then I was dumping my load. It felt great, as if I hadn't cum all week, and I held onto the sensation as long as I could. Eventually, though, I slipped out of his ass, and he pulled me down onto him and gave me a big, wet kiss. We enjoyed the afterglow for a bit, then I suggested that we could shower together. In a funny way, that felt more intimate than having sex. I ran my hands all over his body, and he did the same with me. I soaped up his cock and balls and played with them, then slipped a soapy finger into his ass. He pulled me into his strong arms, hugging me close to him, and said, "I need to go now." I wasn't really wanting more sex, I just loved playing with him and feeling him close, so I pulled away, reluctantly. We got out of the shower, dried each other off, and got dressed. I walked him to the front door, where he turned and gave me a soft, sexy kiss on the lips. He gave me a pat on the ass, said "Muchas gracias, amigo," and he was gone. Special Dinner for Megan I pulled my Camaro into the parking lot of the run-down old motel and parked at the far end right in front of #10. It was a weather-beaten, ten-unit roadside place located right where State Route 46 stopped at the west edge of town. It was just past four on a Friday afternoon and the motel looked pretty much deserted – there were only two others cars in the lot besides mine, and one of them was Megan’s SUV. She was waiting for me in #10, and appeared to have succeeded in finding a quiet, out-of-the-way place for us to do our dirty deed. I’d met her earlier that week in a bar downtown. Megan was 22 and worked as an advertising sales rep for a local TV station. We talked for a while and hit it off well enough that we ended up having dinner the next evening. I guess it went pretty well since before the night was over she was begging me to fuck her in the ass. After priming her fudge canal with a generous amount of lube, I slowly guided my fat ten-inch dick past her anal pucker and sunk it deep into her bowels. It definitely wasn’t her first buttfuck – that ass had been broken in before but it was still plenty tight. After a few easy strokes to loosen her up, I switched over to jackhammer mode and started really abusing her ass. As I pumped the length of my huge shaft in and out of her stretched asshole Megan was almost screaming in ecstasy, pushing her ass back on my cock trying to take it as deep and as hard as she possibly could. After ramming her for what seemed like an eternity, I knew I was on the verge of dropping a really big load in her ass but I had other ideas. Slowly I withdrew my thick cock from her gaping rectum. “Turn around,” I said. “Open your mouth.” Megan obediently turned around, but rather than just opening her mouth she grabbed my shit-stained dick and licked her lips. Then she wrapped her soft warm mouth around my massive cock, hungrily cleaning the slime from her own ass off my dick and apparently loving every bit of it. She had stuffed a good six inches of my salty prick into her mouth when I gave in. My cock spasmed hard seven or eight times as I shot jet after jet of hot sticky cum straight down Megan’s throat. When I finally got done, Megan swallowed the last of the load and licked her lips. She knelt forward and started to clean off my dick by gently licking and sucking on the head. Megan was proving to be a total whore, undoubtedly my favorite quality in a woman. “You’re a pretty kinky bitch, you know that?” I said to Megan as we lay there, exhausted. She looked over at me and smiled as she lit a cigarette. “If you think that was kinky, you should see some of the other stuff I like to do. Cum isn’t the only thing I like to swallow,” she said, smiling mischievously as she blew a long, creamy exhale towards the ceiling. I stared at her and was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but I did my best not to look too excited. Megan just continued to smile wickedly, showing off perfect teeth and a pretty face framed by beautiful black hair that fell easily around her shoulders. Her young, athletic body and large C-cup tits were more than enough to give me a raging boner, especially when she contradicted the angelic image by taking hard drags on her cigarette and letting the thick smoke flow gently from her mouth and nose. But if her perfect body could get me hard, the thought of her sweet mouth sucking a hot load of fudge from my ass was almost enough to make me pass out. We talked for a bit longer but it was getting late, and after agreeing that we should see each other again soon we parted company for the evening. Excited by the tantalizing prospect of what came next, I hadn’t seen or heard from Megan in two days when my cell phone rang at three on Friday afternoon. She told me to get in my car and meet her at this motel. She also said if I needed to take a shit, I should hold it. If I didn’t need to shit, I should hit off a drive-thru on the way over and “fill up”. I knew instantly that my wildest dreams were about to be realized and that this was going to be a very interesting afternoon. Since I hadn’t really been expecting Megan to just call up out of the blue and ask me to come take a dump on her, I hadn’t considered the possible consequences of my lunch three hours earlier when I’d eaten four burritos and an order of nachos. I was feeling the onset of a massive Mexican-fueled shit explosion, which meant Megan would be dining on my flaming diarrhea. She may think she likes to eat shit, I thought to myself, but we’re going to find out exactly how much she really likes it. I knocked on the door to room #10 and waited. In a matter of seconds the door opened just a few inches and there was Megan. She was completely naked and looked like a goddess with her perfectly shaved pussy and firm 34C breasts. She quickly pulled me inside, closed the door and locked the deadbolt. The first thing I noticed was that the queen-size bed and the section of floor directly in front of it had been covered in clear plastic sheeting. Megan had obviously done this before and knew how to plan for a messy afternoon. She stared at me with a look of intense lust in her eyes, using two fingers to frig her swollen clit as she stood there. “I haven’t eaten all day, and I haven’t taken a shit since yesterday morning.” With that, she squatted down on the covered section of floor in front of the bed with her backside facing me. I watch her anal ring pucker as the first thick brown turd began to squeeze out. She seemed remarkably regular; her logs were long and thick and a dark chocolate-brown color. The first eight-inch-long chunk of shit fell from her ass and plopped on the floor. Another six-inch log followed, and finally a fat five-inch turd emptied her bowels. Megan stood up and smiled, admiring the smelly pile of warm BM she had just laid on the plastic. “Mmmm, I think that’s for desert,” she said. Then Megan looked over at me. “But I’m really hungry and I’m definitely ready for the main course. What did you bring me for dinner, Gary?” she asked me sweetly. I decided to play it coy with her even though my bowels were on the verge of overflowing. “That depends. What did you have in mind?” I asked. Megan pretended to consider the question for a moment before looking very seriously into my eyes. Her voice took on a hushed, intense tone and all traces of sweetness disappeared. “I’m a dirty fucking shit whore who loves to eat shit. I want you to use me for a toilet and shit in my fucking mouth. I want you to feed me your delicious fucking kaviar and I want to swallow every last bit of that nasty fucking scat!” I wasn’t stunned by what Megan wanted, but rather how she asked me for it. Her demand for my shit was unquestionably the most vile, completely depraved thing I’d ever heard anyone say. It took every last ounce of willpower I had just to avoid coming in my shorts. “In that case,” I said, “I’ve got a nice hot load of spicy Mexican diarrhea just for you, baby.” I thought it was only fair to be up front with her and see how she reacted to my surprise. Imagine my shock when her eyes practically lit up! You’d have thought Megan just won the lottery. “Oh fuck, Gary, that’s the best! Please, squat over my mouth and squirt that runny shit down my throat! Cover my face in diarrhea while I swallow your slimy turds!” There’s nothing quite like hearing a woman beg to be absolutely degraded. I needed no further prodding as I ripped off my pants and underwear. My ten-inch rod was already at full attention from Megan’s filthy invitation, and my bowels were on fire and felt like they were about to explode. Megan lay across the bed on her back and I climbed up and straddled her. I started stroking my big cock as I squatted over her face, giving her a close-up view of my pulsating asshole just inches above her face. I knew she could smell the big load of slimy brown fudge that was aimed directly at her hot little mouth. “Here it comes!” I said, preparing her of the impending release. Megan just egged me on. “Come on, Gary! Do it! Brown my fucking mouth! Cover me with that nasty shit!” Finally I couldn’t hold the shit back anymore and I completely lost control of my bowels, immediately ripping several juicy, splattering farts. Slimy diarrhea sprayed from my asshole, splashing Megan’s mouth and plastering her pretty face with runny brown shit juice. Finally the bulk of the BM began and it was one of those soft ones that firms up just enough to form long gooey turds as it squeezes from your ass. Given the number of burritos I had eaten for lunch, it also figured to be one hell of a massive shit. As I felt the first slimy log begin to slide from my asshole, I wondered if Megan really knew what she was in for. By that point a nonstop flow of slimy goo began squeezing out of my shithole like soft serve from an ice cream machine. The foul squishy logs of diarrhea pushed their way past Megan’s open lips, packing her waiting mouth full of hot brown sludge. Her face was glazed with chunks of oily shit, and the runny BM flowing from my ass quickly overran her mouth. “How’s that taste, you nasty fucking shit pig?” I asked her. “Mmmmmmmfff” was her muffled, gagging response. With a mouth full of shit it was about the only noise she could make. A loud greasy fart escaped my asshole as I finally squeezed out the last of my massive dump. I turned around to inspect the damage and saw that Megan’s once-angelic face now looked exactly like a public toilet that hadn’t been flushed in about three days. I had packed Megan’s mouth full of my soft serve sludge and kept on going, topping things off with a nice thick pile of mush that completely covered her nose and mouth. It was easily the most disgusting thing I had ever seen, and for a moment I thought I might puke just looking at her. That’s when I realized I was stroking my dick so hard it was starting to hurt. Megan sat up, scraped the steaming pile of shit off her face and held it up with both hands. Her filthy tongue hungrily lapped at her shit-smeared lips as she stared hungrily at the pound of diarrhea she was holding, her eyes on fire with the sort of primal lust that only a truly depraved bitch could feel. Her mouth was still full, and my dick nearly erupted when I realized she was chewing and swallowing all the slimy fudge in her mouth as fast as she possibly could. I had never seen a woman who could swallow shit without some amount of gagging and puking, and most weren’t able to choke down very much of it before they threw up. But Megan seemed to absolutely love it – she had just swallowed an entire mouthful of sloppy diarrhea without hesitation and it seemed to have no ill effect on her at all. Swallowing the last of the full load I left in her mouth, Megan smiled broadly. Her once perfect teeth and gums were covered in smelly shit, and even from a few feet away her breath was so rancid it was almost enough to make me gag. I had never seen anyone debase herself this completely and get off so hard on it, but Megan wasn’t nearly done yet. She eyed the pile of slimy shit in her hands and then began shoving it into her mouth, hungrily sucking down the rotten brown sludge as fast as she could. A dirty shit whore who loved to eat shit, indeed. Megan used her right thumb to scrape the bigger streaks of shit off her cheeks and then push the foul chunks into her mouth. She slowly licked her lips with her slimy brown tongue and then sat down cross-legged on the floor, right beside the big pile of turds she’d squeezed out earlier. She began rubbing her pussy with her shit-covered fingers. “Still hungry?” I asked, not believing it. “Yeah, but I need something to drink first. Piss in my mouth?” Megan asked me sweetly. I actually needed to piss pretty badly so I moved directly in front of her, happy to oblige. Moving in that close caused me to catch a good whiff of Megan’s disgustingly rotten toilet breath and it almost knocked me over. Since she was sitting down and I was standing my hard dick was aimed almost perfectly at her face. She opened wide and I began to spray a hard stream of warm golden piss right into her shit-caked mouth. Megan gulped down my salty yellow brew like it was the best-tasting stuff on earth. I must have pissed for nearly a minute straight and Megan slurped up every last drop of it. “Mmmm, that tastes so good,” she cooed. Her thirst quenched, Megan turned her attention back to the thick pile of her own shit. “Yeah, I think it’s time for desert,” she said, flashing me that nasty shit-covered smile again. She picked up the rotten five-inch turd that topped the pile and took a large bite. Chewing it up like it was a big piece of shitty cake, Megan swallowed and quickly bit off another chunk. “I just love the taste of shit,” she said. “Sucking it fresh out of a guy’s ass is the best, but my own special blend is pretty good too!” Hearing Megan talk like the dirty shit lover she was while she chewed up another big piece of her own fat turd was enough to send me over the top. Stroking my long, stiff cock hard and fast, I let out a groan as I came violently and began pumping rope after rope of thick cream all over her shit-covered face. Streaks of cum landed in her hair and eyes, splashed across her filthy cheeks and sprayed in her shitty mouth. Finally my cock quit convulsing and I sat down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. I watched Megan as she swallowed the thick wad of cum in her mouth and then started rubbing the cum-shit-piss mixture on her face deep into her pores. After a few minutes she excused herself and went into the bathroom to clean up. While she was gone I rolled up the plastic sheeting and shoved it into a big garbage bag that Megan had brought along for disposing of the evidence. A half-hour later Megan emerged, spotlessly clean from head to toe. She was still naked and her black hair was wet from the shower. When she smiled I noticed that her perfect teeth had been restored to their usual pearly whiteness. I was lying on the bed, stroking my cock back to full strength as I considered the filthy events of that afternoon. Megan quietly walked over to the nightstand beside the bed and opened her leather purse, taking out a pack of the strong Marlboro Red 100s that she smoked. She placed one of the long cork-filtered cigarettes in her mouth, lit it with a disposable lighter and puffed out her first drag around the filter. Then her cheeks caved in deeply as she took a ridiculous five-second pull and sucked the rich smoke down into her hungry lungs. She removed the cigarette from her lips and held the smoke inside her chest for a few seconds, then launched a long, thick exhale from her pursed lips that expanded a good three feet in front of her face. “Oh, that feels so good! I really needed that,” Megan said, returning the cigarette to her lips for another hard, cheek-hollowing drag. Watching Megan smoke like this was getting me stiffer by the second. That a girl who looked so sweet and innocent could turn out to be so completely fucking hardcore absolutely blew my mind. “So, how was dinner?” I asked. “Fucking excellent!” Megan said, the burning Marlboro bouncing between her soft lips as she spoke. “You can feed me your spicy Mexican fudge anytime you want. It was delicious!” Suddenly the cherry on her cigarette began to glow bright orange as Megan took a hard, hands-free drag. She held the smoke deep in her lungs for a few seconds before allowing it to pour from her nostrils in twin streams while she left the long cigarette hanging from her lips. “So, what should we do now?” I asked, an almost ethereal cloud of smoke dancing around her beautiful face. Megan smiled brightly through the smoke, holding the cigarette seductively beside her face as she exhaled yet another thick stream. “Well, that depends. How do you feel about raping my ass with that big, fat cock of yours?” I just smiled and nodded, reveling in my unbelievable good fortune. There was no doubt about it – I was falling madly in love with this gorgeous, athletic-looking young smoker who seemingly lived to swallow human waste. She was a woman of incredible contradictions, but that’s what made Megan absolutely perfect.