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A Very Special Delivery

By: xPhantomKissX



I turned off my screaming hairdryer, thinking I'd heard the doorbell ring. Sure enough, the bell sounded again, and impatiently rang once more before I had a chance to descend the stairs. As I tightened the belt on my robe, I could see a young man in a red and white uniform standing outside, and he announced through the door, "Urgent delivery for Mrs. Steadman."

I cracked the door and noticed his computerized tablet and the embroidery on his shirt that read, Jet Stream Couriers. Considering I live in a very safe suburban neighborhood I had no reason to be suspicious, but I wasn't expecting a delivery, and I was wearing no more than a robe and thong. I opened the door wide enough to sign the tablet he handed me. I noticed him trying to peel my robe open with his eyes. "What a typical man," I thought, but he was young, and cute, so I decided to happily torture him by allowing my robe to open further as I adjusted his tablet to sign it. 

I pushed the door open further as I leaned towards him, assuring him a wonderful view, and pointed at the window where I was obviously supposed to sign and asked, "Sign it right here?" 

"Umm, yes m'am," he coughed. 

I jiggled my hand extra hard while I signed my name - feeling the cool breeze lick my nipple as my robe billowed in front of me. "Here you go," I said as I handed him the tablet. His eyes were as big as saucers and glued to my exposed breast. He took the tablet from my hand, and stood there almost dumfounded. "Umm... my box please?"

"Oh. Yes. Umm..." he stuttered as he bent over to pick up the box. "This is kind of heavy, " he said through an obvious blush, "would you like me to bring it in?"

I smiled back at him, almost giving in, "That's alright, I can handle it," I said as I took the box, "a peek is all you will be getting today." I winked at him as he handed me the box, which was heavier than I expected. I backed in the house and watched him as he slowly stepped away from the door, obviously hoping the events would turn in his favor. Just before the storm door closed I said, "That's Miss Steadman by the way. Another time perhaps?" 

His face beamed with the hope of salvaged opportunity and I spun around, using my back to push the main door closed. As I leaned there, suddenly thinking about the box, I heard him yell, "I'll leave my card in the door." I lifted my hand and waved to him through the glass, though I never turned around. 

My curiosity had kicked into high gear, and my eyes scanned the markings on the box. I didn't recognize the return address, and there were multiple stamps reading, 'Private' – 'Confidential' and 'Signature Required.' I carried the box to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the silverware drawer. I slid it along the tape and opened the top, only to find a molded foam liner. I set the box on the floor to get better leverage and slid my hands between the foam and cardboard box. The fit was tight, but the lid slid out without a battle. Inside, there appeared to be a large white container with a screw top and a note card that was wrapped with a bow. The entire box felt warm on the inside and I quickly grabbed the envelope, opened it, and began to read the letter:

My Dearest Madame,

For sometime, I have been following your picture posts on the Internet....

I gasped aloud before I could even read more. Oh my god, how could somebody have found where I live. My heart pounded in my throat and my hands shook so bad I almost dropped the note card. How could this happen? I folded the note and laid it in my lap. My thoughts rushed through me like a wildfire completely out of control, "It's only in good fun, I mean, oh shit, what if..." Frantically, I returned to the letter and continued to read:

For some time, I have been following your picture posts on the Internet. I would have never thought that I'd ever see anyone online that I knew, yet alone someone so beautiful. Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. I am old, married and consider myself a responsible, sane person. I and should no more be looking at your pictures and pleasuring myself to them, than you should be posting them. Admittedly though, I have never enjoyed anything so much in my life. - So, when I sign my real name to this letter, please accept that as a token of trust, that we will keep each other's secrets safe - especially considering the contents of this package. My name is William, and I work at a sperm bank.

Just as I had somewhat calmed a bit, the words "sperm bank" just seemed to hit me like a baseball bat, "What the fuck?" 

As you can imagine, we are never at a loss for donations, however, not all of the donations make the final genetic screening and are disposed of - well, most of the time. The contents of the container within this package are those donations that didn't make the final cut; however, I assure you they are absolutely disease free. I have taken the liberty to warm the contents and ship them to you slightly above normal body temperature. I am sure you are wondering why a person would send you over a gallon of cum, but the answer is quite simple; if you look at the number of times your posts have been viewed, if every man that read them only had one orgasm, it would theoretically be over a gallon. I hope you can find enjoyment in the fact that you make so many of us happy, when you see the abundance of pleasure you bring. Again, I assure you the contents are biologically safe - for any and all use.

By all means, please enjoy, 

William McNurthy, PhD, Metro Sperm Bank I was so in shock, I almost shouted, "Holy fuck, it's Sandy's husband!" Sandy is my accountant and while I don't consider us great friends, I am her client, and had met her husband on a number of occasions. I knew he was a doctor, but never knew where or what he had practiced. I sat there, stunned, kneeling on the kitchen floor with the letter half crumpled in my hand; my robe hanging open; a box of cum between my knees; absolutely numb. I didn't know whether to scream, cry, freak out, or call Sandy and tell her husband was a total freak. 

The phone rang and the sound sliced through me. I jumped up, and reach to hide the box, as if I had been caught. As my wits came back to me I just ran over and picked up the phone gasping, "Hello?" 

"Hey you," my secretary on the other end, "glad I caught you. You sound out of breath?" 

"Sorry Michele, I was running around to find the cordless," I lied, "what's up?" 

"You're meeting has been canceled, so don't rush in."

"Figures. It's turning out to be one of those days. Which is fine, because I wasn't feeling that great anyway." 

"Feeling sick?" 

"You have no idea." 

"Well, hell. Take the day off. You've been working too much lately anyway. I've got things covered here."

At the moment, nothing sounded better. My head was just spinning. I had never been thrown so far off tilt in my entire life. With very little thought, I just said, "I think you are right. Call me here if you run into any problems." 

"Ok boss," she replied, "just spend the day in bed. You'll feel much better tomorrow." 

"Umm... yeah," I said as various thoughts flooded my mind, "I'll call you later."

"M'kay. Bye," she said as the receiver clicked.

I hung up the phone and almost felt dizzy. I really felt as though I was going to pass out. I sat back on the floor next to the box, just staring at it and began to reread the letter. I must have read through it a half-dozen times before I reached into the box and lifted the container. There were 'BIO' stickers of various sorts on the sides and the lid seemed to screw into the top of the bucket. The sides were still very warm to my hands. 

At this point, I was feeling calmer and more rational. I was pretty sure, after reading the letter so many times, that the doctor meant what he said about keeping our secrets. While I had posted tons of pictures, there were very few that ever showed my face, and they never stayed online very long before I deleted them - though it was now apparent that "not very long" by Internet time-standards is too long. 

I ran an endless list of screen names through my head, trying to figure out which one might belong to the good doctor - yeah, good doctor. Right. I picked up the container and letter and had intentions to walk to the garage and throw it in the trash, but then I wondered what might happen if the garbage man saw a container with a 'bio-hazard' sticker on it fall into his truck? I imagined flashing lights in front of my house with various police and fire vehicles, and people in red and silver bio-suits, blocking off the streets. 

How the hell am I going to get rid of this? After much internal debate, I finally decided I was going to pour the contents into the toilet, then, with a ton of bleach and some rubber gloves, scrub the stickers off the container before I threw it in the trash. After that, I figured that dinner with my accountant was going to be in order, and I intended to have a very irate, and private word with the doctor. 

I carried the container upstairs to my bathroom and set it on the floor. I tried to spin the top but it was on tighter than I thought it might be. I knelt down on the floor and held the container tight between my legs as I used two hands to spin the top open. It took some muscle but the lid finally began to spin. As I got to the last few turns I cautiously lifted the lid. Milky white fluid dripped from the container lid into the translucent pool within. I held the lid slightly sideways, helping it drip, trying not to let it spill. The container was full to the brim, and the coating on the underside of the lid was thick, and barely flowing. A familiar aroma poured into my nostrils, causing me to speak out loud again, "oh yeah, that's cum alright." 

I looked into the container and for the first time it really donned on me just how much a bucket of cum truly is. The top of the pool glistened like silver under the halogen lights in my bathroom, and I could almost see my reflection in the surface. Curiosity had got the best of me, so I rested a hand on my knee and bent forward for a closer look. I peered into the contents and tried to imagine how many men it took to fill it. Sure, some men cum a lot, but, truth be told, if a guy can fill a shot glass, he's in the top "cum" percentile. 

My fascination with the unimaginable amount of cum redirected the concentration on my right hand and I felt the container lid slip from my fingers. I jumped with both hands to catch the lid and my knee began to knock the entire container over. Both hands instinctively grabbed the edges of the container, but not before bumping the lid and adding speed to its fall. The lid popped hard against the floor, sending splatters everywhere. I closed my eyes as I saw fluid flying towards me. I felt droplets pinging across my exposed skin and I cringed. When the sounds of bouncing plastic subsided, I slowly opened my eyes with an angry, "Ah...shit!" 

Both of my thumbs were now deep in the pool of cum as I held the container still. I looked down and saw droplets on my cleavage, robe and knees. As my anger subsided, however briefly, I could feel droplets on my face. I could not believe my stupidity and predicament. I wanted to just lift my hands out of the bucket and flick them, but I already knew I was going to have a wall, throw-rug, and floor to clean - not to mention myself. I didn't say, "Eww," as I was pushing the bucket away from me, but I wanted to. After the bucket was clear of my knees and robe, I quickly stood up. My thumbs started to drip right away as I headed towards the sink, so I bent my elbows and held my hands high. The warm river flowed across my wrists, under my robe, and to my elbows before I reached the sink. I quickly reached with my pinky finger and turned the hot water on. 

As I waited for it to warm, I looked at myself in the mirror. Splatters of warm cum glistened and ran between my breasts. Wet spots were visible on my cheeks, hair and chin. I looked at my hands, and thick globs rolled along my wrists and forearms, and the words, "biologically safe" echoed through my mind. I figured my robe was already soiled, so I quickly shrugged it off, and lifted my dripping hands again, this time over the sink. As I waited for the water to warm, I stood in the mirror, still surveying the damage. A large rope of cum had begun to slide across my belly towards my new, white satin and lace thong. I slapped a hand at it and smeared it up across my belly. In an effort to thin out the amount or roll it into my hand, I kept traveling up my body until my nipples betrayed me. As my hand neared them, they hardened almost instantly, and beckoned my hands. 

Before I had a opportunity to rethink my actions, both of my cum covered thumbs were kneading across my aching nipples. The words, "biologically safe," again, echoed in my head, and I concentrated as my thumbs rolled, He'd have to be telling the truth. If he lied, and I contracted something, his life would be ruined. He'd go to jail after I had exposed him. He'd never take that risk, especially with someone his wife knew and worked for. 

I opened my gaze to the image in the mirror - I looked again at my body, as my hands massaged the warm cum into my breasts. I looked down at the growing wet spot on the satin between my legs. Where a mild tingle was fiercely becoming an ache. I looked like such a slut standing there, rubbing the cum of countless strangers into my skin. I looked over at the bucket on the floor, and legs almost buckled, "God, there is so much of it." While I may have had some doubt remaining, it became apparent that the good doctor had my bodies trust. A man of his stature just couldn't take this kind of risk unless he meant what he said about trusting him. 

I walked back towards the bucket, lifting my robe off of the floor and spread it on the ground. I opened the drawer of the bathroom vanity and lifted my two favorite vibrators from within. I smiled to myself as I looked at the lubricant bottle in the drawer, and could only shake my head in disbelief at the irony. I returned my attention to the bucket as I sat down on my robe. I looked into the deepening pool, and was confused on how to approach it. I set my vibrators aside, and then dipped two fingers into the surface. I stirred it slightly in a small circle, feeling its density begin to swirl. I curled my fingers, almost like a spoon, and brought a thick serving to my awaiting breasts. My body clenched and shuddered as I gave in to the moment. 

"Mmm... So much...." I whispered through my lips, as I spread another mass of liquid on my nipples. I tried to pinch them, as I normally do, but my fingers just popped right past them, "damn it's so slickery." I reached out for another helping, this time with three fingers. I started to lift it but the mass ran off the edge. I held the edge of the bucket as I dipped my entire hand in. The warmth and sensations lit my sex on fire. I convulsed in a mini-orgasm of mild cramping that pushed a huge wave of wetness against my satin thong. I lifted my thickly covered hand from the bucket, and again, moved it to my breasts before too much could drip on my leg. I rubbed the drippings into my thigh as I slopped the handful of hot cum all across my torso. I looked back at the bucket and despite how much cum that was already on me, it still appeared full, almost overflowing. My left hand slid from my thigh straight to the ache between my legs. I was wet - wetter than normal, well, wetter than ever. I felt like such a bad, bad girl. My pussy was sloshing. My breasts were sloshing under the handful of cum and there was still, so much more. 

My hand pushed my panties aside and my normally teasing actions were all but lost in the intensity of the moment. My fingers circled my clit in fast tiny flutters, dipping deep inside me each time my hips rocked forward. I looked down across my chest and slid my cum covered hand to my lips, licked once, then again, then buried my wet fingers into my mouth - setting off a quaking orgasm. My hips bounced uncontrollably into my fingers. The taste of cum filled my mouth, then tonsils as I swallowed greedily. When the spasms subsided, I knew now, there was no turning back. 

My legs felt weak, as I stood and stretched out the tense aftershocks. I slid my wet thong over my hips and down my legs. I stepped from them one leg at a time, almost straining to stay balanced from my recent pleasure. Holding my panties in my hand, I looked at the bucket as I plunged them in, giggling to myself in disbelief at the thoughts running through my head. I rolled the satin and lace in the thick bucket of pleasure, almost as if I was hand washing them, but more squeezing them like a sponge to soak up as much as I could. When I was sure they were wet enough, I lifted them out of the bucket and slid into them as fast as I could. 

I felt cum running down my legs in every direction, and cupped the front of my thong and pushed it deep into my swollen lips with a slurping, sploosh. My hand, flat over the front of my pussy, pumped the dripping cum in and out of me like a plunger. I grabbed the towel-bar, with my free hand, and stood on my tiptoes - which were now decorated with the cum that had dripped from the tops of my legs. I looked down at the cascading wetness and felt it surging in and out of me as the waves began to build again. My body thrashed against my hand until I stuffed the wet fabric so deep in me that all but the straps almost disappeared. Deep, animalistic moans poured from my lips and shivers, and cramps, and twists and waves of intensity washed over me, until I could no longer stand. I collapsed on the floor, kneeling on my robe, next to my bucket - that still seemed full. 

As I gasped for breath, I again, looked into the still, full, bucket, and then back to the tub. I knew things were going to get messier, and with weak legs, moved my vibrators, and the bucket into the tub. Before climbing in, I reached over to the sink and grabbed a disposable cup from the decorative dispenser on the counter. I slid into the tub, exhausted and energized with lust. I closed the stopper to the tub, so even if I spilled some, I wouldn't lose it - not yet. I slid my soaked panties off and rested them on the edge of the tub. Sliding the bucket towards the bottom of the tub, I dipped my vibrator deep into my bliss. It came out coated and ready. I lifted my legs onto the armrests of my jet tub and plunged my vibrator deep into my soaked pussy. 

The sloshing sound was addictive - so much cum, so much heat. I watched myself and listened with focus and intensity. I wanted to be filled. I wanted to be dripping cum from every hole I could fill. I paused long enough to dip my second vibrator into the bucket then leaned back against the smooth, arched tub. I adjusted my feet, and slid a hand so I could push the wet rod against my tight, aching ass. 

With light pressure and twisting, the smaller vibrator pursed my tight hole. I wriggled a few inches in, and let it rest for a second. I had never let a man cum in my ass before, and now, all I wanted to do was pour a cup of cum in there. "Oh god, yes. That's it!" I want to pour a cup in my ass and everywhere. The soft small flexible, dildo bent with me as I leaned forward and dipped the cup into the bucket. I lifted it, and for the first time, the level of the bucket actually seemed to go down slightly. I leaned back as far as I could and lifted my knees to my chest. The small gel vibrator started to escape my tight hole and I let it slide onto the base of the tub with a clunk. I slid a finger into my ass and then, after a few moments, slid in another. I worked them back and forth in my wet ass until I was sure I could spread it open slightly. I leaned back as far as I could, and tilted the cup towards my ass. I felt the volume of liquid surge over my fingers and begin to run inside of me. 


A Very Special Delivery Ch. 02



It had been weeks since I heard from anything from Dr. McNurthy. My cravings for another delivery of cum from the sperm bank that he worked at bordered on painful. My dreams were haunted by a vision of an endless supply of flowing cum -- hot, warm, slickery cum. Until his first delivery, I'd never considered myself a kinky individual. Sure, I played on the Internet a bit, and even posted the occasional digital photograph of myself, but that was the extent of my kinkiness. Who would have thought that his special gift could have released such primal needs within me?

I often wake from my dreams, in the middle of the night, with an insatiable burning between my legs – beckoning for attention and release. When I close my eyes I can still see myself in the mirror, dripping cum from my face, hair, breasts and mouth – and it only fuels my desires more.

Last night, when I logged on to my favorite bulletin board, I was greeted by a new message from the Doctor. My hands were trembling on the mouse as a rushed to click on the message link, hoping that he was, indeed, going to send me another delightful delivery. When my hopes were confirmed in his letter, the strangest thing happened, I gasped, and welled with tears. Emotion had over come me in a way I'd never expected. 

As I sit here, awaiting his delivery, I contemplate the thoughts that kept me awake most of the night. What have I become? How could something like this have changed me so easily? How could my thirst for something so naughty, be so overpowering? 

Out the window, I watched for the approach of the delivery vehicle while sipping on my coffee. I'd taken the entire morning to prepare the bathroom and myself for another adventure. I washed and carefully arranged my collection of sex toys on the counter. I dressed in my favorite lingerie and heels, and I wrapped myself in the ultra-thick, white, terrycloth robe I'd worn the on the day my first package arrived. When everything was set, I phoned the office and told them I needed a day at home and catch up on my financials without any interruption. It was the perfect start to the soon-to-be perfect day. All I needed now was for my package to arrive.

I sipped again at my coffee as a white van slowed in front of the house. My heart stated to race and I jumped up from the bar stool I was sitting on at the kitchen counter, and headed towards the door at a run. Cool air rushed under my robe, and what I had thought was just a minor wetness, flowed down my thigh with each step. It felt liberating, but I could only think to myself, "What have I become?" With a smile, I answered myself out loud, "Someone who is about to have an excellent day."

I opened the door as the van came to quick stop in the driveway. I'd have run out and unloaded the box myself, but I had plans for the young delivery boy that couldn't be conducted in the driveway. Yes, I was going to give him a good tip. I'd already decided on it hours ago. I mean, what young man wouldn't mind a good cock sucking first thing in the morning?

The door to the van swung open and my heart nearly sank, as large, woman in coveralls stepped onto the driveway and walked to the rear of the vehicle. My vision of a thick, silky piece of meat, stroking my tonsils, vanished with a frustrated sigh and I tossed my head back in aggravation. I'd deliberated with myself for nearly an hour as to whether I should or shouldn't do something so downright slutty. After all that turmoil, and finally deciding to do something so out of character for me, it was irritating not to have the opportunity. 

The driver approached the house with my box on a red hand-truck. The box appeared much larger than the first one I had received. What could the doctor have sent this time?

She spun the wheels of the truck around and huffed as she popped the box up the stairs and onto the front step. The metal clunked as it struck the ground and the cart stood upright. She handed me the clipboard and I signed it quickly and passed it back to her.

"Running late for work?" She said as she looked down at the heels and stockings poking out from under my robe.

"Ummm... sorta, I replied while tightening the belt on my robe so she wouldn't see my corset. "I had planned to head to the office after this delivery, so I took my time getting dressed."

"Well, would you like me to put the box in the house? I'd hate to see you trying to lift something like this in those shoes," she said, gesturing to the large box.

'That would be great. Thank you."

I held the door as she carried the box in, "Just set it in the hall here," I said as I headed to my purse on the counter to get a more traditional tip. I returned with a ten-dollar bill and handed it to her as I showed her out the door. "Thank you so much for the extra help," I said, "Have a wonderful day."

"You too," she waved on her way to the truck. 

I grinned to myself and said softly, "I will. I most certainly will"

I rushed to the kitchen for scissors and returned to open the box. I slid one blade over the tape and ripped the box open with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. I yanked the Styrofoam inner lid off and smiled deviously as not, one, but two containers appeared. I could feel the smile reaching from one side of may face to the other. Between the two containers was another box, wrapped in silver paper with a gold ribbon and delicate bow. Next to the gift-wrapped box was an envelope. I lifted the envelope and the inscription on the outside it read, "Do not open until you are finished." 

"Just like the good doctor to be mysterious," I thought.

I slid the envelope into my robe pocket for later and started to unwrap the gift. I tossed the paper aside and opened the lid of the box inside. A thick, natural looking dildo appeared and connected to the bottom was a long tube and squeeze ball. I'd seen these squirting dildos in an online store before, and knew exactly what it was. I pursed my lips and lifted the tip of the dildo towards me and peered at the thick hole inside. It needed to be filled. Now. I needed to be filled. Now.  

I tucked the dildo under my arm, grabbed one container and rushed up the stairs to my bathroom -- then I returned for the other container. After the short trip, I set the second container on the floor next to the other and shucked of my robe, closing the bathroom door behind me.  I lifted the dildo again to inspect it, and read the small tag attached to the hose;

My Dearest Elizabeth,

I took the liberty to clean and sterilize this for you. It's ready for your use. May your day be filling and deliciously satisfying.

Doc.

I looked into the mirror at the reflection of the dildo in my hand – contrasting against the background of my black, lace corset. Above the counter top, I could see the snug lace tops of my thigh highs circling my leg and the very wet center of my thong. I set the dildo on the counter and slid my thong down over my hips -- letting it drop around my ankles. I stepped my heels out of the wet lace and kicked my panties to the side as I returned my attention to the mirror. I looked at my clean-shaven pussy. It looked so smooth and wet. I don't consider myself vain, or super-model material for that matter, but I do turn a few heads from time to time. I like to look good and I do work at it. I love the feeling I get when I dress sexy, and I like the look of me being sexy – or, as in this case, slutty. Today, I'm going to be a bad girl again -- very bad. 

My hand drifted to my aching sex, and immediately teased through my wetness. I watch in the mirror as one hand circles my aching clit and the second starts to plunge fingers in and out me. My attention drifts back to the dildo on the counter and I grab it and kneel next to one of the buckets. Within seconds I spin the top off and lift the lid sideways. As expected, the top of the lid is coated in pearl colored icing – begging to be licked clean. I tilt the lid to my lips and lap at the warm coating into my mouth. The salty taste flares across my tongue and the sharp aftertaste spreads over my taste buds with each swallow. I feel myself flowing between my legs, as if the liquid is pouring right through me. I adjust one hand to hold the lid and turn the attention of my fingers back to my aching clit.  

As I lick the last drops from the lid, the first wave of bliss quakes between my legs and a spasm courses through my body – jerking my hips violently. With my eyes closed, I hold my breath until I feel the tremors of my orgasm subside.

I looked down at the two buckets of cum in front of me, and wondered how many more orgasms I could stand to have today. While I wasn't sure, I was sure the next one was going to be with the new dildo I'd received. I spun the ball pump off of the hose and submerged it halfway into the warm pool of cum – squeezing the air bubbles out and watching the cum suck in. I felt the heat and wetness on my fingers as I dipped the bulb in deeper. When I was sure it was filled, I lifted it over the bucket and secured it to the dildo. I licked the excess off of the ball pump, and I dipped the dildo into the pool to lubricate it. A lifted up on my knees as I positioned the dildo between my legs. I slid downward slowly -- pressing my aching pussy over the dildo. The pressure of the thick head entering me made me quiver. My tightness squeezed the coating of cum down the sides of the dildo, and I watch as cum runs towards the floor like dripping paint. After a few thrusts I was sliding easily on the dildo and rubbing my button with my free hand. I held the ball tightly, and pushed my fingers hard towards my palm – injecting the first load of cum from the dildo deep inside me. The heat spread in my abdomen and I could feel the volume of wetness filling me. The dildo slid easier and faster. Cum leaked out of me around the dildo and I kept reaching down to spread it over my clit in fast, tight circles. As the waves began to build inside of me again, I pumped the ball furiously – feeling loads and loads of cum pouring into me. My hips bucked again, and electric shocks twisted my torso from side to side, as my second orgasm quaked through me.

Before I could recover, the doorbell echoed through the vaulted ceilings of my home. I tried to ignore it, but the repeated ringing soon led to knocking. I spun the lid on the container, stood on numb legs and placed the dildo on the counter. I quickly put on my robe, as the impatient knocking became suddenly became pounding. I tightened the robe, made myself as presentable as possible in the mirror and rushed to the door.

"Coming," I yelled as I descended the stairs wondering who the fuck could have interrupted my special moment.

When I opened the door, I nearly passed out. Sandra McNurthy, my account and wife of the Dr. William McNurthy, stood there, with an obvious look of agitation and anger.

"Where is my husband?" She said as she pushed her way in and past me, "I know you two have something going on. Where is he?"

I twisted to follow her as she barged into the house, and felt a river of cum begin to flow down my leg. Tried as I could, no matter how hard I could pull my muscles together, I could not stop the flow. I turned briefly away from her and pushed my robe into my crotch to stop the dripping, then turned to her with a sharp reply, "Your' husband isn't here. What are you talking about Sandra?"

"Don't 'what' me Elizabeth," I know what's going on. I read his email you know," she stated as she pulled a stack of printouts from the envelope she carried. "Where is he?" She repeated again, raising her trembling voice even higher.

"I told you Sandy, he's not here. There's nothing going on. It's not what you think."

"It's not WHAT I think Liz -- it's what I know," she said waving the printouts inches from my face, "It's what I've seen – like his collection of your naked pictures."

"You've got it all wrong Sandy. I've never done anything with your husband. I've never seen him. Ever! Except when the three of us have been together. I swear to you."

"Sure, and that's your everyday work attire?" She said as she pointed to my corset, which was now visible through the front of my robe. "Expecting someone? My husband perhaps?"

"Dammit Sandy. I told you," I retorted with more volume, "I'm not fucking your husband.  I'm not kissing your husband. I've never seen your husband outside of our working relationship. Can you stop with the accusations for one second so I can explain?"

She looked at me, tears streaming down her face and I could tell she wanted to speak again, but couldn't.

"I swear to God Sandy. I'd never do anything to hurt you, and I swear I have never, EVER, touched your husband. Please give me a chance to explain. Please?"

Her hand was resting against her over her lips. I could see her clenching her jaw and trying to hold back the flow of tears as she nodded. I grabber her arm and led her into the kitchen. She sat at the island and I poured two cups of coffee as she sat in a silent rage of emotions. She looked lost. And while her husband and I hadn't ever had a physical or emotional contact of any kind, I couldn't help but feel responsible for her pain.

I slid her coffee across the countertop, and my heart sank from her helpless sight. My eyes welled with tears and I looked into her eyes as I started to speak, " First, please believe me Sandy. I have never had an emotional, sexual or even flirtatious action or conversation with your husband. What has transpired between 'us', has nothing to do with 'us' as much as it has to do with 'something'. In order to explain it I have to start from the beginning."

I sipped at my coffee and prepared to bare my entire story and soul. I took a deep breath, and looked directly at her and started into my story, "It all began about a year ago. I found this bulletin board online where people post their erotic stories. I started out just reading stories, and a few of the people I met online talked me into posting pictures of myself. My first pictures were just lingerie pictures, and after a lot of coaxing from the viewers, I started posting nude pictures. I'd have never thought I could ever do anything like that in my entire life, but the more I did it and the more compliments and appreciation I got, the more addictive it became. I'd only posted a few pictures that ever showed my face, but when I did, I guess that's when William recognized me online."

I paused and waited for her reaction, but she was blank, so I continued, "I didn't know he'd recognized me until a few weeks ago, when he sent me a package. In the package he sent a letter that said he'd recognized me and that he'd keep my secret safe. The package," I stuttered, "was very strange. It was from his work, and, well... it..."

"It what?" She asked sternly.

"It was..." I stumbled my words, then put my face in my hands and shook my head, "It was..."

"It was WHAT?" She demanded.

"It was cum. I mean sperm," I blurted, "from the bank that he works at."

"No," she said in disbelief, "you're lying. How could... why... would he send you sperm? This is bullshit.  I read your mail. You told him you loved his package. Needed his package. You're seeing my husband. You want his cock and beg for it in emails. I'm not going to sit here and listen to these lies.  You're a whore and you're trying to steal my husband, and I'm not going to sit here and listen to this."

Sandy lifted herself from the counter and started for the door in anger. I chased after her and grabbed her arm to stop her, "I'm not lying to you. It's the truth dammit, and I can prove it."

I pulled her by the arm from the front door up the stairs and into my bathroom. She followed along reluctantly and I didn't let go of her arm until I pushed the bathroom door open, revealing my counter full of sex toys and two containers on the floor, "You see? Do you see the monster your husband has created?" I said pointing at the toys. I grabbed one of the containers from the floor and banged it on the counter next to the sink. I spun the top off and stood back from the contents and gestured towards it, "I'm not lying. Your husband sent me a bucket of cum from the sperm bank. I didn't ask for it. I didn't fuck him for it. I didn't want it. He did it. And," I paused "I played with it. I didn't want to. I wasn't going to. It just happened. And..." my tears started to flow, " And, I liked it. I didn't want to, but I do..."

Sandy never looked at me. My tears rolled over my cheeks and at that moment I didn't know who I should be mad at; William, Sandy or me? I wanted to turn the clock back and wished I'd never posted a picture or received that first delivery. Sandy never took her eyes off of the bucket, and she spoke without looking at me, "Is this really? I mean all this? All cum... sperm?"

"Yes," I sighed.

She leaned in towards the bucket and inhaled, "I don't understand? I mean why? How could..."

"I don't know why he did it Sandy. You'll have to ask him that. What I can tell you, again, is that nothing ever happened between us. Nothing. "

Sandy looked up at me for the first time without anger in her face, "I'm sorry Liz. I didn't know what to think. I mean..."

"It's ok. I can see why you got the wrong impression," I said as I leaned in to hug her and whispered in her ear as I squeezed her tight, "Nothing ever happened. I promise you with all my heart. There is nothing going on between me and your husband."

Our hug seemed to last forever. We cried at first, and just hugged silently until we released our hold. As we pulled apart, I held both her hands in reassurance, "In fact Sandy, after finding our your husbands Screen Name on the website, I went and read his posts on the site. He adores you. I've seen women flirt with him online, offer him invitations for cyber sex and even real sex – yet he always respectfully declines. He loves you Sandy. He really does."

"Then why doesn't he do things like this for me?" She said pointing at the bucket, "Why doesn't he want nude pictures of me?  I have desires too, you know? I have needs too. I mean, I don't have sex toys like this," she said picking up the squirting dildo, " but it doesn't mean I wouldn't want one" 

Her hand squeezed the ball and a long rope of cum shot from the tip, catching her across the face, neck and the front of her suit jacket. She jumped in surprise and dropped the dildo, letting out a squeal, "Oh god. Shit. Is this...?" 

I reached up with my hand and caught a large drip of cum rolling off of her chin. "Don't worry. It's safe. Your husband assured me of that. It's definitely disease free and you're not going to catch anything."  Subconsciously, I rolled the gob from her chin onto my fingers and straight into my mouth.

"LIZ! Oh my god," She stammered, "You ate it! Oh my god, you don't even know... Oh my god. How could you?"

"I week ago I couldn't, I said as I dipped two fingers into the bucket on the counter and slurped them clean in my mouth, "Now it's easy – and, you can thank your husband for that."

Sandy looked at me with disbelief, but not disgust, "Oh my God that is so wrong. What does it taste like?"

"Like your husband I suppose," I replied, "Some is sweeter than other's but it's all pretty much the same. It tastes... sexy."

"I've never tasted him," she sheepishly admitted.

"Sandy, you mean you've been married 15 years and never let him cum in your mouth?" She didn't reply and just shook her head. "No wonder he's on the Internet all the time," I muttered.

"I'm not a prude you know?"

"I didn't say you were."

"But you were thinking it," She continued, "We did it in the car once. In broad daylight."

I looked at Sandy in her proper business suit. Her deep brunette hair was pulled back tight and her trendy, wire-frame glasses rested across her nose. She was all business, all the time. Her figure was shapely, and her perky, firm, b-size breasts were always at attention. Her slender legs were nearly covered by her uninviting, almost knee-length skirts. "You know," I said looking at her, "I've got an idea. Just wait here. I'll be right back."




A Very Special Delivery Ch. 02



I rushed out of the bathroom and collected a sheer black, baby doll outfit I had hanging in the closet. I grabbed a pair of thigh highs and my digital camera and returned to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom, I caught Sandy inspecting my toy collection and she looked up with a startled blush, "Oh, sorry, I... umm..."

"Don't worry about it," I smiled, "I have a few in the closet I have opened yet, would you like to take one home?"

"No. That's ok. I couldn't."

"Sure you can. I insist."

"What's that for?" She said, pointing at the armful of stuff I had.

"I think we can show your husband just how sexy you can be. I mean, if you're willing?"

"That depends," she said with a curious tone in her voice, "I'm not really good at this."

"Practice makes perfect. Put this on," I said handing her the armful of stuff. She took the bundle and stood there. I looked at her to see why she was waiting, and she nodded her head towards the door, motioning me to leave. "Honestly Sandy, if you can't even change in front of me, you're hardly going to be able to pose for a pictures."

"Pictures?" She yelped with surprise, "You never said anything about pictures. I couldn't possibly..."

"Sandy, how else are we going to show him? Men are visual beasts. They understand pictures. Besides, would you rather him be looking at other people on the Internet, or pictures of you?"

She looked at the clothes in her arms, at the counter filled with toys, and then at the bucket on the counter, "I don't know if I can do this Liz."

"Sure you can Sandy. I'll help you." I stepped towards her before she could chicken out and lifted her jacket over her shoulders. It slid off easily and brought us surprisingly close. I dropped the jacket to the floor and began to unbutton her blouse, "Sandy, you really need to relax a bit. There's nothing wrong with feeling or being sexy from time to time." As I rolled her blouse over her shoulders, her sheer, beige bra appeared with her erect nipples poking through the fabric. She squirmed slightly as I "accidentally" brushed my forearm across one of them.  Her body jerked back slightly, and I noticed she was holding her breath, "It's ok to breath," I giggled.

"Sorry," she apologized through her exhale with a smile.

I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Without pausing, I reached behind her to unclasp her bra and I noticed her eyes were closed. It had been a very long time since I enjoyed the taste of a woman, and I suddenly felt my appetite for her growing, "This sheer bra looks incredible on you," I said into her ear, "does William like it?"

He's never seen it, "she replied as she rolled her head back further.

I slid her bra off of her shoulders and she extended her arms forward to ease its removal. The sheer fabric fell from her breasts. I wanted to lean in and nibble on them but I had a feeling that would end our moment before it even started. I quickly decided that if I were going to seduce her at all, it would have to be slowly, in a teasingly perfect manner.

As her bra came off I knelt on the floor in front of her and reached for the button and zipper on the left side of her skirt. The button opened easily and I took my time with the zipper, watching her expression and body language as I did disrobed her.

She lifted her arms away from her body and took a deep breath as I slid the skirt over her hips. The silk lined skirt slid smoothly over her pantyhose covered hips. As the waistline of the skirt crested her thighs, I noticed her sparse landing strip of hair behind the nylon, and the top of her smooth crease, "I don't were panties under nylons, I hate the lines. Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me Sandy. I totally agree, " I said reassuringly, "It's either this or a thong when I wear a skirt.

She finally opened her eyes, and rested a hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of the skirt. I gracefully helped her remove her shoes, and before I could reach the waist of her pantyhose, she was already rolling them down. Not wanting to be too, aggressive, I let her remove them on her own. I reached over, while still on my knees, and grabbed the thong for the baby doll outfit I'd brought her. It was a lovely lace pattern with a scrumptious string of fake pearls connecting the front and back. I held them out as she stepped into them, then lifted them up her legs and over her waist. My face was just inches from her lovely pussy, and I nearly drooled as the beads snuggled between her fold. I took a few moments to overly adjust the beads by wiggling the waistband back and forth. A slight gasp escaped her lips and she looked at me with a grin, "I'd have difficult time wearing these at the office all day. People would wonder why I was smiling so much."

I smiled back at her and licked my lips, "The smile is where it starts. It's finding the right place at the office to finish that's important.

We both giggled as she finished dressing and I gave her some personal space to relax the mood. I watched as she slid her perfectly painted toes into the thigh highs and rolled them over her calves, and up her milky thighs. I've always loved the feeling of nylon sliding against nylon and I wanted our legs tangled together -- soon. Why William overlooked her beauty I couldn't understand, but I wasn't about to. "Come here," I wiggled my finger, "Look in the mirror." She stepped next to me and gazed in the mirror. A smile spread across her face as she looked at the reflection of her newfound sensuality. "Just one more thing," I said as I reached up and undid the clips holding her hair. I teased my fingers though her sleek, glossy hair as it rained over her shoulders. I peered over her shoulder and spoke to her reflection, "What man could refuse this," I said as my hands slid from her shoulders to her waist, "I mean, oh my god loot at you. Even I'd do you..."

Sandy grinned at herself in the mirror and I had hoped she caught the hint that I'd dropped. If she did, she wasn't really bothered by it, and I risked proving my point by letting my hands slide under her chemise, which I lifted to expose her breasts, "I mean look at these, God they are so perfect. Any man would beg to taste and tease these," I said as I gave one nipple a brief tweak. I felt her body quiver and she blushed. I backed away quickly and changed the subject to relax her again. I decided each step towards her would bring a bit of pressure, then I'd give her a bit of safety by backing off, until she gave in to her desires. I grabbed the camera and swung back towards her, "ready to go super model?"

We stepped into the bedroom and clicked a few pictures to warm up. As she modeled I coaxed and praised her, "You need to seduce the camera more Sandy. Pretend it's a man and you are trying to get him off with your body language. Touch yourself everywhere and a lot. Pretend your hands are your husbands and just do what you like him to do."

"Ok," she giggled, "I'll try."

I walked over to my radio and turned on some music. Sandy swayed and her hands really started to slide up and down her body. "That's it. Pull at the fabric a bit," I instructed. She tugged on the waistband under her chemise and I watched as the beads slid back and forth between her fold -- which seemed to swell and then part as she moved faster. "Mmmmmm, that's it. God that is sooooo hot." The more she wiggled the more her slit parted. Her lovely pussy lips were now visible and looked as if they were almost reaching for the moving beads. She worked the beads back and forth faster as her hips were grinding to the music. If her eyes were open, she would have seen me discard my robe. My pussy dripped and I teased it a bit -- not caring if she saw me or not. Sandy was obviously lost in her own world and I knew it was time to move things forward. I stepped up and grabbed her hand, which was sliding towards her protruding clit, "Over here Sandy, I said as I pulled her back in the bathroom, "use this."

She took the squirting dildo from my hand and looked at me curiously, "use it how?"

"Lick it. Suck on it. Tease it," I said.

"Oh, ok," she smiled. "I can do," she said a bit reluctantly.

Sandy kissed the tip then circled her tongue around the head. Her lips parted and she engulfed the head of the dildo as my camera flashed. For a girl that never let her husband cum in her mouth, she worked that flexible cock like a professional. The squeeze bulb dangled between her breasts and swayed with her movements. When she opened her mouth wide and slid the cock in deep, I grabbed the bulb with a hard squeeze. Sandy's eyes flew open and I watched her swallow hard, then cough a bit as a I pumped it a second time. She jerked her head off of the dildo and before she could speak, I asked, "That wasn't so bad. Was it?"

"That was evil," she said through a wince and the potent flavor, "are you sure it's ok... I mean safe?" 

"The safest," I said as I lifted the spurting cock to my mouth and pumped three thick streams into it. Sandy's eyes locked on mine and she opened her mouth. I pointed the cock towards her again and pumped another stream into her mouth, then hit her on her cheek and face with another squeeze. "Ooo.. sorry. Let me get that," I apologized as I leaned in and lapped the dripping cum off of her cheek. Before she could react, I slipped my mouth over hers and pushed some cum from my mouth into hers. Our tongues darted back and forth, spreading the juice from my mouth into hers. I placed the camera on the counter and my hands went to work on her breast and clit. I pushed the beads from side to side, feeling her hips grind forward. She moaned deep in her throat as I breeched the opening of her pussy with two fingers. They slid in with ease through her flowing juices. She moaned again then peeled her lips off of mine.

"I've never..." She sighed, "been with a woman Liz, I..."

"Just enjoy it Sandy," I whispered, "You can dream about it later." I slid my hand over hers and moved it towards my pussy. It was all the coaxing she needed as her fingers went right to work. Her fingers plunged in and out of me and her thumb circled my button just perfectly. We paused for a brief second and removed our tops, and I slid her thong off. In pointed to our reflections in the mirror and we looked a porn pictorial – naked except for our thigh highs and heels.  I guided her to the floor and moved the open bucket from the counter next to us. As Sandy leaned back on the towel I'd spread on the floor, I dipped a hand into the bucket and held it over her belly. Cum dripped between my fingers and splashed over her torso, "Rub it in," I pleaded.

Sandy's hand smeared cum over her thin belly and breasts. Her fingers tweaked and kneaded her nipples as the aroma of sex began to fill the room. The smell of cum was like an airborne intoxicant, and the moment to slip into a dream-like state. I scooped cum into my mouth until I couldn't hold anymore.  I slid forward and straddled Sandy's stomach – grinding my pussy pack and forth on the slick pool of cum she'd spread on her belly. I leaned over her and my hair dangled down around her face. I removed her glasses and traced a finger over her lips, guiding her mouth open. I nodded and winked at her to signal that I wanted her keep her mouth open. I leaned my lips closer and let a gob of cum fall from my mouth into hers. Her tongue swirled it back and forth as I let the next drops flow over my lips. She swallowed deeply as I fed her, smiling with each gulp. I kissed her with an open mouth as the last of my mouthful passed into hers. For the first time, she acted without instruction and I felt her hands kneading my ass, then her finger pressed against the tight ring of my anus. I moaned acceptance and pressed hard against her wet finger as it pierced my tight hole. I threw my head back and pumped against her finger as she fucked it in and out of me. I only paused long enough to slide forward where her mouth could reach my pussy, and she plunged her tongue into me.

"Oh fuck yes, Sandy." I wailed, "That's feels sooooo good." My body quaked as her tongue flicked my clit and fingers probed my ass. Intense waves of pleasure knotted my insides and I bucked wildly against her face as my orgasm rippled through me and I fell forward onto my hands, gasping for air and calm. As I gained my composure I glided back down her body, I stopped to kiss her face and thank her, "That was so amazing Sandy, thank you." She smiled without speaking and I knew I had to return the favor, "you are going to love this," I kissed her as I slithered down her body.

I reached for a disposable cup on the counter and filled it to the brim in my bucket. I set the cup aside for a moment and lifted her legs behind her knees – pulling them towards her stomach. She held them in place as I worked my way towards her lovely, parted labia. I worked in one, then two fingers, pushing them apart to hold her open. When I could see deep in her pussy, I lifted the cup with my free hand and poured the contents into her. She worked her hips back and forth and her pussy pulsed, almost in a swallowing motion as cum drained deep into her. I slid my fingers out carefully then dropped my face between her legs. My tongue flicked over her clit then pushed deep into her – each time releasing a spurt of cum into my mouth. I nibbled on her swollen lips and clit, occasionally holding her labia between my teeth -- stretching them away from her body. My appetite for her pussy and cum just couldn't be satisfied. I couldn't swallow enough, or lick her fast enough. I plunged two fingers deep into her and curled them up towards her belly. I quickly found her G-spot and worked it hard and fast. Her soft mewing was no longer enough and Sandy nearly burst into song, "Oh god Liz. Right there. Oh god yes. Fuck me. Fffffffuck me. Yes. Please. Oh god yes."

My fingers reached as deep as they could and worked her G-spot with reckless abandon. She fucked hard against my fingers, screaming, and twisting as her back arched high into the air, "Oooooooooooooooo fffffuck Oooooooo," she screamed and fluid burst from between her legs – much more than I had put there. Steady hot streams of cum mixed with her spewing juices filled into my mouth, and sprayed across my face and into my hair. I swallowed for all I was worth, yet I couldn't keep pace with the drenching she was giving me. Her hips pushed so hard against my face I nearly fell backward. Her one hand reached for her clit and wiggle it wildly as more juice exploded from within her. I planted my open mouth over the second flow and gagged as I tried to swallowed the immense volume of hot liquid. Then, she collapsed.

I crawled up to her mouth, a liquid mess. She opened her eyes as I lay down next to her. She turned on her side to face me and we kissed through smiles as our legs tangled together – nylon sliding against nylon. Between kisses, she finally spoke, "How do we top that?" She said with a very broad smile.

I giggled, half wondering myself. "Get into the hot tub. I'll show you."

I helped Sandy to her feet and into my two-person jet tub. She leaned back into the molded sides as I collected the open bucket. Without warning I dumped the entire bucket over her face and body. Her hands immediately started moving cum from her body into her mouth as I opened the second bucket. I filled the squirting dildo and joined Sandy in the tub with our second batch. She glistened from head to toe – much like I did from her soaking, "roll over" I said, twirling my finger in a circular motion. 

Sandy rolled onto all fours and her cum dripped onto the tub floor from her entire body. Her small, heart-shaped ass looked wonderful. I dipped the dildo into the new bucket of cum then slid it up and down between her cheeks. Her small, pink hole seemed to beg for my tongue and I leaned in to kiss it. I pushed my tongue into a hard point and licked around her rim. Sandy moaned as I traced her pursed ass, and I probed at the opening, flicking my tongue into it quickly, until the muscled relaxed and opened enough for me to push my tongue in. Sandy groaned deeply as her ass accepted my tongue. Her hot muscles contracted around my tongue and the familiar taste of cum filled me from inside her. I was a little shocked, but more pleased when I discovered she'd already been spreading cum in there with her own fingers. I figured she must have been doing it when she was eating me earlier. I retracted my tongue and replaced it with the tip of the dildo. She pressed back against the head with force. Her ring opened slowly, as the head disappeared into her, "Ohh... mmmm. That's soo nice. Soooo full," she grunted, "Rub my pussy more Liz."

I lifted my hand to her clit and rolled it between my fingers. She relaxed a bit more and slid her ass deeper into the dildo. After long pause, she began to glide back and forth on the dildo. Her tight ass pulled against it, and her tight ring stretched away from her body every time she slid forward. It was so hot watching her ass fuck it the thick dildo. The more I rubbed her slit the faster she rode it the cock in my hands. Soon, she was banging away on the dildo and screaming to another orgasm. I pumped the bulb furiously as she came, filling her ass with cum as she let loose another round of deep moans and yelps. When she finally slid off of the dildo, her ass gaped open and cum flowed out of her like a river. I could only watch in amazement as the white ooze boiled out of her deep, stretched, red hole.  When the flow had almost stopped I leaned in and pushed my tongue, without resistance, into her ass as far as it would go. As her muscles quivered around my tongue as they tried to tighten – seeking relief. Each time I swirled my tongue, her hole would spring open again, and her body would shiver. "Oh," she gasped, with each word spilling out of her in a one hard breath, "Please. No. Mmmm... More... please."

Despite her begging, I plunged my tongue deeper, and swirled faster. My hand returned to her clit and rubbed it for all I was worth. Her body convulsed almost immediately, and she collapsed in another violent orgasm. She was spent -- curling into a fetal position on the tub floor, in an absolute pool of cum.

I slid away from her as she rolled on her back, drenched in cum, juices and sweat. I snuggled in next to her and poured what remained of the second bucket, over our faces, in our mouths and over our bodies. We kissed and wallowed in our pool of lust, fingering and licking each other to multiple orgasms before we drifted into a trance – resting in each other's arms. When we finally climbed out of the hot tub, we snapped a few pictures of each other in all our glory and decided to shower.

Out hot shower was filled with tender moments of mutual pampering. We soaped each other's bodies, kissed often and held each other for long moents of silence under the soothing spray above us. When the water started to run cold, I stepped from the shower and wrapped myself in my robe -- then grabbed a second robe for Sandy from my closet. I wrapped her in soft, fluffy fabric and kissed her a few times as I tied the belt, "You need to teach me now to do that," I said as I nibbled on her lower lip.

"Do what?" She kissed back.

"Squirt like that," I said, "I mean I know women can do it, but I'd never seen it or have had it happen to me. I was very, very hot."

"It's been a long time since that happened to me. Years even. So thank you for reawakening me."

I slid my hands into my pockets before I replied, and discovered the letter I had put there earlier. I lifted the letter out and started to open it.

"What's that?" Sandy asked as I opened the envelope.

"It's a letter your husband sent in the box. It said not to open it until I was finished."

"What does it say?" She asked.

"It appears," I said in astonishment, "That it's for you," I said as I handed her the letter.




A Very Special Delivery Ch. 02



Sandy gazed at the letter then tears rolled out of her eyes and across on her face. There wasn't much to the letter, but it said more than enough:

My Dearest Sandra, 

I want you to know that I love you as much today as they day we met. I hope you enjoyed your afternoon with Elizabeth, and the extra container I included in her box for you.

I look forward to hearing about your day.

Your loving husband,

William

PS: Elizabeth, thank you for all you have done.



A Very Special Delivery Ch. 03



Over two months had past since my adventure with Sandra. While we had exchanged email on a regular basis in the past, the volume of her new emails had little to do with work and more to do with the rebirth of sex in her marriage. If you hadn't known her before our afternoon of cum-lathered debauchery, you'd never guess her to be a modest woman by any stretch of the imagination.

Her emails were often accompanied by photographs, which were taken from her husband's point of view. While I had yet to see anything more than his thick, silky cock in the pictures, he did manage to show it stuffed in or sliding over every inch of Sandra's body. In the absence of any other gifts from him, I did enjoy giving myself a number of orgasms while I read her stories and looked at her pictures. Despite my happiness for them, I was jealous. Not of him or their relationship, but of the cum he so willing sprayed all over her and fed to her – while I west left to crave it.

I was confident, at this point, that I was merely a tool to help them rekindle their lost sensuality. On the days that I felt my pussy ache and every inch of my being was parched for just one more warm, succulent drop of luscious cum, I damned him. Damned him for the cum-slut he had created and no longer cared for.

I looked around the kitchen, then out the window at the gray, rainy skies. I wasn't looking forward to aother boring Saturday of laundry, house cleaning and chores. Just as I hopped off the bar stool at the island in the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

I approached the door swiftly but cautiously, as I wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door a crack and peered through as Sandra swung open the screen door to greet me. I hugged her as she stepped in and the rain on her trench coat soaked into my white tank top. As I stepped back from her with a smile I noticed her staring straight at my hard, visible nipples through my shirt and she giggled, "You know, I would love to just play with those all day but we have to go or will be late."

I was both stunned, immediately horny and confused, "What do you mean go?" I paused, "look at me I haven't showered or anything. I can't go anywhere like this."

Sandra stepped back and her eyes traveled from my toes to my tight, gray gym shorts, passed by my breasts then settled on my face and she snickered, "Not to worry. You won't be in those cloths long anyway."

I felt my pussy twinge at her words and smiled back and teased, "Oh really?"

She laughed and pulled two envelops from her pocket, "Yep. William has treated us to a Day Spa and we have dinner plans." She had unbuttoned her trench coat as she spoke then held it open. She wore a similarly casual denim pair of shorts and t-shirt underneath, "He said our dresses for the evening will be there and we only need to bring our most elegant black heels."

I laughed and nodded as I look down at her shoes, "Umm.. yeah. I was questioning your choice of shoes for that casual ensemble. I guess I'll have to grab my raincoat as well."

She laughed as she button her jacket up and teased, "Dare you to go naked underneath it."

"Oooo listen to you. Who kidnapped my prim and proper accountant?"

She looked at me with a soft but seriously smile and almost whispered, "You did."

I could feel the true thanks in her voice. I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek then stepped back. "Nobody is happier for you both than I am," I half lied. Before she could chime in and get us all weepy and emotional I spun on my foot and headed to the stairs, "Let me get my things. I'll hurry."

I grabbed my black trench coat from the closet and picked out my favorite black heels – an open toed, sling back stiletto. I slipped them on my feet and my mind began to race as a pondered the possible dinner plans William had in mind. While Sandra and I talked all through the drive to the Spa, I prodded her for hints about the evening. After 20-minutes of grilling her for details, I was honestly convince she had no idea what he had in store for us either.

The spa was located in a upscale neighborhood. It was small but very fashionable inside. We checked in and the staff did there very best to drown us in attention and pampering. The process began with a hot, herbal towel treatment and exfoliating scrub that just left my skin a glow and tingling. From there we received a manicure, pedicure, facial and a waxing in all the right places. As we were escorted to our massage they explained that our dresses, lingerie and accessories had arrived. After the massage we'd be able to take a sauna and shower before our hair was styled and we dressed for the evening. I was in heaven.

As the manicurist left us in the massage room, she dimmed the lights before leaving and apologized that our masseuse was running a bit late, "We're kinda backed up today, it shouldn't me more than a few minutes wait."

When she left I looked at Sandra then nudged her, "I hope he's cute. Think I can get a happy ending?"

Sandra giggled and nudged me back, "Oh my god, do you never not think about sex?"

"Hey," I said in my own defense, "I'm not the one getting it every day like some people in this room...." 

My words were cut off as the masseuse entered the room. Her heels clicked on the floor and her white lab coat brushed my shoulder as she stepped past, "I apologize for being late, have you been waiting long?"

Sandra and I both started to speak at once and I stopped and motioned for her to answer, "Oh no, just a few minutes. Don't worry."

She placed the clipboard in her hand on a nearby counter and returned to introduce herself, "My name is Alexa, so very nice to meet you both." 

She extended her hand and shook mine then Sandra's. Her straight blond hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore those rectangular, trendy glasses in front of the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. Her grip was firm, as her hands should be for a masseuse but her skin was smooth as silk. I'd decided I wouldn't mind her touching me at all.

The greeting was quick and she walked towards the center of the room, "You can leave your towels on the chair, I'll get the tables ready."

As I stood and unwrapped my towel I watched Sandra do the same – but a little slower and with a little reluctance. It was obvious she had lots more to overcome around strangers than in her tiny world with her husband and I.

As we walked towards Alexa she leaned and pushed the two massage tables away from each other and out of the center of the room. Sandra and I stood there, naked, until she turned around and oddly, eyed us up and down. It was more than obvious, that she was checking us out.

After a long awkward minute of her eyes devouring us, she looked from my face to Sandra's and spoke, "William said you were both really tasty" She paused for a very long time as her inspection become more apparent and even more seductive. "Do you trust William?" She nodded at Sandra, "You're husband?"

"Of course," Sandra replied without hesitation.

"As do I, " I added.

"Will you trust me to do exactly as he asked? If I promise you will be safe and that we can stop anytime you wish?"

I looked over at Sandra and she was visibly nervous. I looked back at Alexa and repeated her promise, "And we can stop at any time?"

She looked back at me with a sincere face, "We could stop now if you like... and you can both just get a massage." She paused and a devious smile spread across her truly beautiful face, "Or... we can have more fun than you'd ever imagined."

She lowered her eyes to my freshly waxed pussy. My heart skipped two beats and I turned to Sandra and gave her an assuring nod. Sandra reached over and wrapped her fingers in mine and answered for us both, "I trust my husband. If he trusts you than I do as well."

Despite her words her hand was shaking in mine. Maybe it was fear or perhaps it was anticipation. Standing there naked, in a warm room, all I knew is my nipples weren't hard because it was cold. I was game, "I trust him as well."

With our answers provided Alexa pushed the tables all the way out to the walls then walked towards the door. I heard the click of a lock as she dimmed the room lights to darkness and brightened a spotlight above us. There we stood, naked and on stage as she began to walk around us – her eyes devouring every inch of our bodies in silence.

After her fifth or sixth time around she leaned in from behind us, her head between both of ours and whispered, "Why don't you kneel in the center of the floor, back to back."

Sandra and I moved to the center of the lighted circle and knelt on the floor. She never let go of my hand as we moved into the position as instructed. She continued to walk circles around us, unbuttoning her lab coat as she walked. With each pass in front of me I strained my eyes to see what was underneath. On the final pass the lab coat was fully open and draped over her shoulders. The leather of her cupless corset pushed her small firm breasts into the spotlight. Her nipples were hard and amazingly long. From the corset stretched garters that held her thigh high stockings in place and those clicking heels from before were attached to leather boots that ended midway up her thigh. She circled a few more times, dragging the coat behind her in her hands until she dropped it on the floor.

Sandra's hands held tightly to mine and I could feel them sweating. Her head touched the back of mine and I could feel her head turning as she watched Alexa prowl. My head twisted to follow her and she stopped in front of Sandra and then sat on the floor. From what I could tell she sat with her legs curled under herself and one arm leaning behind her but could only see half of her. As I looked forward to rest my strained neck she began to speak to Sandra.

"Mmmm no need to be nervous. You are both very beautiful. Incredibly beautiful." I felt Sandra jerk and her back pressed against mine, "You have the loveliest breasts, I wish mine were that big."

My toes curled and my thighs tightened. I was aching to see what she was doing to Sandra.

"Mmmm.. and these lovely pink nipples, can I touch them?"

"Yes," Sandra gasped breathlessly. I felt her breathing deepen and quicken over the next minute. A soft cooing sound escaped her lips and she arched her back into me hard. Fuck I needed to be touched. 

I heard Alexa's leather shift on the floor and then felt her weight lean into Sandra. I pushed my back against Sandra to hold her up and I felt something brush my hair from behind and Alexa whispered near both our ears, "I here you girls are naughty little cum sluts, is this true?"

My body shivered and the insatiable fire in my pussy was now apparent as I felt I flow out of me. My mouth went dry and I tried to speak but no words came out.

"Your friend doesn't even have to answer I can feel her hard nipple pressing on mine, " she continued her seductive whisper, "but I want to here it... tell me you're naughty little cum sluts.

My answer began first but Sandra's words joined me in unison, "We're naughty cum little cum sluts."

The words seem to hang in the room. I'd confessed. In the months leading up to this moment I had slipped deeper and deeper into my need for cum. Every muscle in my body craved and ached for it at this moment. It owned me.

I felt Alexa's hands touch my hips and then slide up to my breasts. Her fingers rolled over my nipples and pulled on them as she leaned very close to my ear and asked, "What would you do for a bucket of cum, right now?"

"Anything," I exhaled – my heart pounding in my chest.

"Anything?" she asked more deviously.

"Anything at all," I said with more confidence.

I felt Alexa lean back and Sandra relaxed, giving my hands a double squeeze, as if she if to say everything was ok. I watched as Alexa walked to my side of the room and then into the darkness. I heard a cabinet open, then close. There was some shuffling and a clink of glass. 

When she returned she held three large wine bottles and a black bag. She held up the bottles in her arm with a grin and licked her lips, "Mmmm... warmed for her pleasure."

As Alexa bent to sit next to us, I reached and helped her with the bottles. The glass was warm, almost hot to the touch. The contents were not clear but milky and thick. My hands shook, like an alcoholic that had not had a drink in ages. As I shifted to set the bottles down I felt my own wetness pour from me like a river. I was on the verge of an orgasm and I hadn't even been touched.

Sandra's head was turned with mine and we watched as she held the bottle and uncorked it. The label looked professional but the word left little to the imagination, it simply read "cum" in a swirly script.

Alexa reached into her bag and lifted two wine glasses. She handed one to each of us and then filled it with the bottle resting over her forearm. She rolled the bottle to catch any drips and then placed it on the ground. She took the cork in her hand and lifted just under my nose, "Would you like to smell the cork?"

Inhaled and my body quaked. The intoxicating smell was enough to send me over the edge. My legs tightened and a wave of tremors rippled through my lower body as I came. I hunched forward as my hips bucked twice and I held my breath. When I finally looked up Alexa was grinning ear to ear.

"Oh my," she smiled as her lip curled around her next words, "you are desperately delicous."

I turned my head to Sandra and knew she'd felt my body convulse against hers. She was still holding her glass delicately and mine was clutched between both hands, before I could say anything, Alexa snapped her fingers, "Drink up ladies, we have things to do."

Without hesitation I lifted the glass to my lips. I tiled the glass and the warm nectar rushed over my lips and filled my mouth. I let it linger for just a moment, swallowed, then gulped and gulped again. As I tiled my head back I felt Sandra's tilting against mine – as if we were both racing to get it down. I held the glass upward for sometime. Even before the last drop entered my mouth., I knew I wanted more. Strike that, I needed more.

Alexa snatched the glasses from our hands and gave us a wink, "On your hands and knees ladies and press those lovely asses tightly together." 

I bent forward onto my hands and lifted my ass high into the air. It was good to stretch. I hadn't realized how long we had been kneeling and how much my muscles needed to move. I felt Sandra's legs slip between mine and I crawled backwards until my ass bumped into hers. I wiggled my hips. I could feel the heat of her pussy on mine – she was soaked. I wondered if Alexa's fingers had given her some attention while she was whispering to us. I looked over to Alexa and she was filling another wine glass with cum. The pearlescent liquid poured into the glass like hot, sensual, syrup. I licked my lips with anticipation. She dipped the tip of her finger into the glass and then sampled the contents. She smacked her lips as she tested the flavor.

"Hmm. Not too bad for boy cum, "she said as she set the glass down and drew a third glass in her bag. "It's just not my brand. I've been told a certain girl here could nearly fill her own bottle.... or... at least this glass. Is that true?"

Sandra whimpered like a desperate puppy on all fours, "Mmhmm."

"Well then, lets make a deal." She held her glass towards Sandra and seemed to choose her words very carefully, "If that lovely, fountain of a pussy can fill this glass, you'll both get your reward." 

Her hand motioned to the three bottles of cum next to her gorgeous, boot-covered legs. My pussy tingled and I answered that tingle by grinding my slit against Sandra a bit harder. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Mmmm," Alexa hissed as she bit her bottom lip and watched me, "I guess we can count on your help."

She set her glass down and reached into her bag with two hands and lifted a very thick double dildo from the bag. In the center of it dangled two bulbs – like the single squirting dildo William had sent me before. Alexa fondled the large double cock proceeded to visually torment us as she took her time detaching the bulbs, filling them and crawling nearer to us. As she inspected the veiny dildo she gave the bulb a playful squeeze and large rope of cum shot from the tip and splashed onto her long, erect nipple. I gasped and shivered.

Alexa giggled and scooped the cum onto her finger. It pooled in the concave, underside of her long, manicured nail and she lifted her dripping finger to my lips. I leaned out and engulfed her finger – savoring the deliciousness she served me.

Alexa giggled again and lifted her eyebrow as she pursed her lips tightly and spoke, "Oh god you just make this too easy. Addicts are soooo predicatable."

The word "addict" hung in the air as she rummaged in her bag. She withdrew a funnel and shuffled closer to me.

"There is another caveat to this test, " Alexa explained, "I mean we can't let the entire outcome hang on Sandra."

My eyes darted between her face and hands. She'd dipped her finger deep into the glass of cum and moved it behind me. Her hot dripping finger pressed against the tight ring of my ass in slow circles then pressed into it. My back arched and my body twitched as she pumped it up and down then swirled it in increasingly widening circles to open me. In one quick motion she pulled her finger out and replaced it with the funnel. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Sandra watching her insert the funnel into my ass. She lifted one of the wine bottles up to the edge and tilted it. While the plastic of the funnel felt cool, the heat of the cum pouring into me was unmistakable. I groaned as I felt it bubble into me.

She rolled the funnel in wide circles as she poured – pressing it down and spreading me open to get more in. By the time she tilted the bottle back the funnel was filled to the brim. She set the bottle on the floor and looked at me smugly as she pressed my shoulder to the ground, "Lets go missy, drink the last of this down."

I folded my arms and laid down on them – my head twisted back and looking at her. I could feel the pressure of nearly half a bottle of cum in my ass and my pussy was dripping so much it ran down towards my belly button. I flex the muscles in my abdomen, drawing in deeply. I could feel the fluid rush into me with a pull. My legs shook. I was in heaven. As I relaxed to pull in more I felt her hand come down stiffly on my cheek with a sting, I clenched my ass in surprise and felt a rush of fluid push back out.

"Don't spill a drop," she ordered. "Always in and not one drop out until I say so. Or the game is over."

I clenched down hard on my teeth. I looked at her, my ass stinging. This was one game I did not intend to loose. I sunk down into my hands and pressed my ass as high as I could in the air. I tightened my muscles in Kegel-fashion with deep pulls and slow relaxation. Her hand gently caressed the area she'd stung and when I felt I just couldn't draw in another drop when she announced, "Mmmm, very good. Now hold still while I sneak this out. Remember... not a drop."

I felt my colon quivering. It wanted to push. I held every muscle still and even pulled in slightly as she lifted the funnel out and massaged my hole closed. She lifted a towel from her bag and patted it around my puckered bottom. When it was completely dry she announced, "If even one drop sneaks out I'll see it."

She pushed our hips apart as she positioned the dildo between us. She teased it over our pussies as I clenched my ass tightly. How was I going to do this? Merely pushing it in would be enough to make me cum and if I came, I'd never be able to keep that hot, wonderful cum in my ass. I moaned hard as she worked the tip in. I felt Sandra push onto it desperately and I nearly screamed. I heard a stinging crack echo in the room, "Easy there pussy fountain... if you push too hard your girlfriend's ass will explode and it's all over."




A Very Special Delivery Ch. 03



I opened my eyes and looked back over my shoulder. Alexa was gently rubbing the bright red spot on Sandra's ass. I eased back onto the dildo until my ass bumped into Sandra's. The cum filled bulbs and short hoses dangled below us. Alexa let go of the dildo and leaned back, as if admiring her work. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Fuck her good my little cum slut. I want her girl juice."

With that I clenched down hard on the dildo and started to slide on it. I figured if I clenched harder it would help me not to spill and give me leverage to fuck Sandra until she came. As expected it was easier said that done. With ever push of my ass backwards I felt my muscles wanted to push the cum from my ass. I moaned hard at the end of every stroke and couldn't control it. It was the only relief I had from the tension building inside me. Sandra was getting harder to control. Her ass pushed harder into mine with each stroke and her coos and moans mingled in the air with mine.

Just when I thought I had gotten things under control I noticed Alexa reach into her bag. My hair was hanging down around my face and in the intensity of the moment I couldn't control when my eyes closed or opened. I didn't see what she had grabbed. I tired to look back as she moved towards Sandra and I heard her squeal and then hiss, "Oooooo fffuck. Yesss."

Her ass slammed into mine and I was sure my ass would explode. She bucked wildly once, and then a second time before she regained control and slid rhythmically. Alexa crawled over me. Her nipples pressed into the side of my back and my clit ached. Her hand reached under me and I felt a sharp pinch on my breast. I bit my lip and tensed. Her hand moved to the other but the pain didn't stop. I tucked my chin just as she clipped the second cloths pin on my other nipple. I inhaled deeply and a pleading whine escaped my lip, "Nooo.. please. I can't... I'll...."

My words were cut off by the force of Sandra's ass slamming into mine. I clenched deep inside as I felt the dildo collide against the wall of my vagina – pressing against my full abdomen, "Noo Sandra!"

I looked back and Sandra was lost in her own wild passion. She was fucking the dildo like a bitch in heat – tossing her head back as she pushed. I was in visual awe. My humble account was on her knees, her hair flying over her shoulders as she fucked me wildly with clothspins in her tits. I was ready to cum.

"Noooo Sandra. Ffffffffuck," I pleaded between gasps. I twisted my head and saw Alexa's hand underneath her, rubbing in a blur.

"Give me my girl cum you little slut," she order in a seductively stern manner.

Alexa's eyes were locked onto my ass. Waiting for me to fail. Sandra moaned and squealed as she fucked into me, harder and harder – her ass now audibly slapping into mine.

I was certain I was going to fail. I clenched every muscle I could but did so hopelessly. I looked back at Alexa with pleading eyes. Rather than help me in my moment of need, she did the worst possible thing, she reached under our asses and gave my bulb of cum a hard squeeze. I felt the hot splash deep within me. My head swirled in ecstasy and the room went white. On the second squeeze I felt the onset of hot tremors boiling deep within me. 

In a last ditch effort, I threw my head back and bit my lip hard. I forced my eyes opened and new I had to get Sandra to cum to find relief. I'd do the only thing I could to take my mine off my own body. I'd talk dirty to her.

"Mmmm fuck Sandy. Look at you... you nasty girl. On all fours for your Mistress like some little bitch that can't get enough."

I felt her ass buck and twitch at my words.

"How do those tits feel naughty girl? I bet William would love to see his hot little wife now. He be stroking that hot cock of his right in your face as he watched you like this."

Sandra moaned and her head fell forward. Alexa grinned and winked at me with a nod. 

"His cock would be inches from your lips and he'd be begging you... cum for me. Cum for me my bad, bad girl."

Sandra's back arched deeply and her body twisted and convulsed. Her legs spread and tightly against mine as she bucked and Alexa encourage her, "Oh yes baby. Cum for me. Squirt that cum for me."

Sandra wailed and bounced. I could see Alexa looking under her and assumed she was holding the glass directly under her spraying slit. Sandra moaned and buckled. I stopped the dildo form moving as she fulfilled the deal. My eyes were glued to Alexa and I saw her arm slide out and she held a half full wine glass of clear liquid. She lifted it to her lips and sipped – savoring it's heat and taste. She lifted her glass to me as if she were toasting and her other hand grabbed the bulb of the dildo below me. Her eyes drew together in a slit and a smile spread over her face, "Cum for me slut. Cum now."

Her hand furiously pumped the bulb and cum flowed into me with every squeeze. I slid on the dildo just once and my body began to shake and twitch as I relaxed every muscle. Cum fired from my ass and splashed over Sandra's. A hot river flowed out of my hole over the dildo and down over my aching pussy. I bounced on my knees as my body spasms contorted my insides.

When my body finally stopped shaking, I looked over at Alexa. I hadn't noticed that she had backed away from us or that she had begun to take pictures.

I could only image what they looked like with both of us on all fours, a huge dildo joining our cum coated asses, sweaty hair stuck to our faces and clothespins dangling below our nipples. What had I become? And more importantly, why did I love it so much.

"Smile ladies, " Alexa instructed, "this was Williams only request."

Alexa snapped dozens of lewd pictures as we recovered and even some cute ones ad we snuggled and kissed in the aftermath. She gave us our massages as she was supposed to and tended very nicely to our sore nipples. We had learned that she was the owner of the spa == which it explained why time wasn't an issue during our visit. After our showers she wrapped us in warm towels and handed the camera's data card to Sandra, "You will give this to William for me won't you?"

Sandra smiled and kissed her hard on the lips, "Of course I will. Thank you so much for your hospitality."

Alexa slipped her lab coat over her leather ensemble then leaned towards me. She kissed me on the lips as she held me and worked her way back to my ear and whispered, "I do hope to see you again soon. I have some lovely rope with your name on it."

I shivered at the thought-- a good shiver. Throughout the entire afternoon I'd never once gotten to touch her as I truly wanted – badly.

I turned my head to kiss her back and pressed my tongue deep into her mouth. When we finally broke the kiss I looked her in the eye and smiled, "Yes Mistress. I'd love to see you again."

When we finally left the Spa in the limo William had sent, my head was filled with visions of new adventures. Throughout dinner and the symphony Sandra, William and I chatted about everything except our secret lives. While the words were never spoken I was confident it was on the top of our minds.

Of course, the biggest question on my mind was, "How does it get any better than this? What devilish plans did that sensually brilliant man have up his sleeve next?"

I'd have to ponder those thoughts a bit more when I arrived home and enjoyed my reward – one of the two remaining bottles of cum William had sent to Alexa.



A Very Special Delivery



My fingers slid back and forth, holding me open and helping to push the liquid inside. I felt it run deeper and deeper as the entire cup poured until it over flowed. I slid my fingers out, and rested until my gaping hole closed - locking the hot load of cum deep inside of me. I leaned forward again, and filled the cup. I lifted it to my lips, and filled my open mouth - letting most drain right back out over my chin, face, neck and breasts. I leaned to fill the cup again, and swallowed what was left in my mouth. It tasted so good. I wanted so much more. 

I dipped the cup in again, leaned back, and with three fingers, spread the lips of my aching pussy open. Again, I poured the cup until I overflowed and then rested until I closed tight again. I reached and filled the cup one final time and lay back, pouring all of it into my mouth and holding it there. My hands began to please my body as never before. They rubbed cum from every angle and every direction across my entire being. Fingers slid in and out of both my holes. Cum drained into the tub, only to be recovered and spread on another part of my body. With each passing moment, I lost more and more control. Waves of bliss merged into other waves and the shivering and quaking never seemed to subside. The lust boiled over and I soon found myself over the bucket, shoveling handfuls of cum to my mouth while my entire hand pushed into my pussy, grinding to try and get past my knuckles. My entire body quaked in a fire of ecstasy. 

I was soaked with cum from a hundred of strangers, my own juices and sweat. I rolled onto my back and poured the last half of the bucket into my mouth and over my entire face, rolling in the milky pool that lay in the tub. My hair mopped at the bottom of the tub and thick wet strands clung to my face, neck and back. My entire body glistened, sparkled and glowed of sex. My body wriggled in the hot slop of teasing and plunging fingers. I don't know how many orgasms I had, but there were many - if not one ongoing one. I stood up to relieve my aching back, and the vision in the mirror, I had decided, was the bad girl I had always wanted to be. My hair was matted in cum, my body dripped in it and it dripped out of me. I spread my legs and gently pried myself open with two fingers from both hands. I watched as glop after glop of cum poured out of me. 

God, I am such a bad girl. He knew I wanted to be, he knew I could be, and let me. I picked up another handful from the bottom of the tub and lapped from my hand like a dog - just to harden the image of me being the biggest slut I have ever been, into my mind - forgive me, the biggest cum slut I have ever been. 

My legs ached, my back ached from the hard tub and yet, I lay back down and rolled around in my pool of lust until I drifted off to sleep. I awoke a few hours later and brought myself off a few more times, then decided to take a picture of my cum-covered toes before cleaning up. That night, I logged on to my favorite Bulletin Board and posted the picture of my toes. Minutes later, a private message arrived from a user named CumDoc and it read:

My Dearest Madame, 

Thank you for posting the picture. I am glad you enjoyed my gift. Let me know if I can assist you in the future with another Special Delivery.

Secrets safe, William

My reply to William was short, sweet and too the point: 

My Dearest Doctor,

You have wet my appetite in the most extraordinary way. Please send more. Soon. 

Secret Safe.

Your very bad, bad girl.

Part II coming soon.