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My name is Mike Winslow. I own a small delivery service. Its a small operation;
three Ford vans and my guys and I pick up things and deliver them to people or
companies all over the city and state. I want to tell you about last Friday. I
had picked up a package from the "Double Dare- Erotic Clothing Store" on the
West Side of town and I could not keep from wondering just what was in the
brown paper covered box as I drove to the address on the box:

"Ms. M.J. Darrengton 4520 North Lexington"

In fifteen minutes, I was knocking on the door of a fine looking house in the
Old Oaks subdivision. All of the homes are mansions there and Jaguars and BMW's
are all you see out there; parked in the curved driveways or passing you up on
the black-topped, tree lined streets.

After a long wait, a dark-haired woman opened the heavy, beveled glass door.
She was a tall, full -breasted babe with green eyes and a lovely red lipped
mouth and she had a slow southern drawl, "Yes... my purchase... come right
in... young man. Do you want me to sign something?"

"Yes ma'm... just... right here," I said as I gave her the package and moved my
clipboard so she might add her name to the growing list.

As she bent over, I was pleased to see that her dress front was unbuttoned some
and her lovely, round bosom was there and very visible to me. She caught me
glancing into the best looking set of tits that I had seen all month and she
smiled as she said, "Now ,don't run away! Give me a little time to try these
two things on. IF they don't fit, I want you to take them right-back!"

"OK," I agreed, because she was so sexy and the room was so cool and
comfortable... I really did not mind the short wait.

I was sitting in the living room of an expensive home; me dressed in slacks and
a sports shirt; dirty loafers and a five-o'clock shadow and it's almost 5:00
and thinking that this woman's husband will be walking in any moment and I keep
thinking that she is naked in the next room! Or maybe just half-naked...
putting on some sexy dress or what? And on top of that... I am getting a
"Monster Hard On" just thinking about her.

Suddenly, she walks in... and I almost freak-out! This lady is wearing a black
leather strap deal and her big, lovely, round, sexy, pink-tipped BREASTS are
visible to me as they poke through the belts criss-crossing her "DD" sized
chest.

"How does this look, Mister Delivery man? Too tight or maybe the wrong color?"
she laughed.

She was wearing a pair of black, thigh-high stockings too. The kind that have a
seam that runs up the back of her legs and some rather wicked, 5 inch, high-
heeled, shiny black shoes. She turns all around and allows me to feast on her
very erotic body and says, "I will fix you a drink or get you a beer, if you
will take a picture of me and let me try on the other little thing, I bought,
and take a picture of that one too."

Thinking that I must be dreaming, I hear someone say, "Sure Mrs. Darrengton...
that'll be fine... I'd love to take pictures of you... but what about your
husband? Is he going to walk in here and SHOOT ME any minute?"

"OH NO! There is no Mr. Darrengton! I divorced him a year ago!"

I hear the clink of a bottle and in a minute, she appears again with two beers
on a tray and she has on a red rubber latex dress; cut very low in front and
very short in length. It is so tight, I can see both of her very erect nipples
and the crack of her ass as she turns around, having given me one of the beers.
My heart is thumping so fast and I know that she is naked under that rubber
dress and she is going to scream "RAPE" any moment and six cops will jump me
and beat me to a pulp! Me, with beer on my breath, Lust on my mind and my cock
hard as a steel bar!

Well, the gal never yelled rape, my beer was drunk and I took the photographs
as requested. She wanted some sexy surprise shots to send to her new boyfriend
over the internet and I was just handy.

"Thanks, for the beer and the fashion show," I say as I'm getting up to leave,
but she stops me with, "Let me try out one more thing... before you leave!" she
says, disappearing again.

"Put your hands behind your back and close your eyes... and you'll get a big
surprise!" she sing-songs when she returns, holding something behind her back.
(Her rubber dress is so sexy... I really don't want to leave... just caressing
those jugs with my eyes, wishing my tongue was pressing those nipples is making
my head swim.) So... like a dummy, I do as instructed, sitting back on the
divan and placing both wrists behind me... and I hear the sound and feel the
cold steel of a pair of handcuffs closing shut!

"Come on, get up, Mister Delivery Man and follow me!" she said as she slipped a
black dog collar around my neck and snapped it shut. The collar had a leash
connected to it and I felt her tug me as she guided me to a studio-like room in
the back of the house. She had me sit down on a rubber sheet that was draped
over a over stuffed chair. The room was filled with artist stuff: paintings,
jars of paint, a big mound of green clay lay on a table and a nude bust of a
woman was sitting there, half finished. A typical artist's studio, I suppose.
Overhead, I saw a fairly large skylight that illuminated the room with the
afternoon sunlight. I am starting to enjoy the scene; a sexy ,woman has me
hand- cuffed and we are alone with her in the kinkiest outfit I have ever seen.
She has a look in her eyes that says "Look out bub!" as she moves close to me
and starts to unbuckle my pants.

My blue jeans are pulled open and she removes my shoes, then jerks off the
pants and un- buttons my shirt.

"Now... Mister Delivery Man, let's see what you've been hiding from me," she
giggles as she takes hold of my white Jockey shorts and zips it down my legs
and whips it completely off. My flaccid cock is bounced up in the air... all 5
inches of the now soft coward!

"Well... not as big as I'd hoped!" she says smiling that pixie smile of hers.
"But maybe Mona can change that!"

Now she is down on her knees, and moves in between mine, her rubber dress and
luscious big breasts just inches from my face. Before I can say anything, she
opens her mouth and lowers her full, red lips over my timid cockhead, which she
is holding with one hand and then begins to kiss, suck and swirl her hot, wet
tongue over my rapidly growing, excited cock!

She is an expert giving bjs, so in a few seconds, my small penis is grown into
its full erection length of eight throbbing inches! She is bobbing up and down
on my rod and its pink, shiny shape is moving swiftly in and out of her
talented mouth! She holds the balls and base gently but firmly as she twists up
and down, her lips urging me to cum in her mouth and I can feel that it will
indeed be soon as the feeling of orgasmic delight is fast approaching! Just as
I think I'm going to spurt a Dixie cup full of my sperm down her throat, she
comes off my erection with a comical sounding "pop" and quickly ties a thick
leather shoestring around the base of my penis, just under the tight, swollen
balls.

"Now baby-doll, you just sit still for a second and keep thinking: BLOW JOB and
I'll be right back," she says, wiping a bit of clear pre-cum from her lips.

I can hear a mixer going over in the corner of the room and she is busy doing
something that requires her adding water to a powder. In a minute she has
returned to me and is spreading some greasy, oily stuff all over my rigid cock
and tormented balls. She rubs the stuff all over me and offers, "This is a bit
of "mould release." It will keep you from sticking, too much.

I am about to ask, "What the hell are you talking about?" when she brings up a
big plastic container full of some thick, white stuff and POURS it all over my
throbbing erect cock. She holds the tip until the white material has flowed out
and completely covered it. Now I start to feel the heat generated by the
Plaster- of -Paris and it is hot!

"Don't worry hon... I've done this many, many times and I've never lost a model
yet!" she laughs as she bends low over me and I am looking into her fantastic
set of tits. Each is so close to me and the nipples so hard.... I forget my
discomfort and begin to think how I would feel sucking on those nips and
plunging my cock balls deep into her steaming cunt.

In a few minutes, the plaster has hardened enough to remove it and this she
does.

"Would you like another beer and a look at my collection? Mister? What is your
name anyway?" she says while throwing me a towel.

"Yes, yes and the name is Mike," I say as she takes the handcuffs and unlocks
them. She helps me to my feet and guides me into another part of the house.
This time, she takes me to a glass front china cabinet and inside on several
shelves are many, plaster casts of men's erections. Some are big, thick ones
and some are longer but smaller around. All are pointing up and are cast in a
life-like pinkish casting stone. All I can do is stare and ask, "Where do you
plan on putting MINE?"

She does not answer but laughs and soon has another cold beer in my hand and
returns me to the living room and plunks me and my towel, (that has been around
my waist since she gave it to me), down on the couch.

"Many thanks for being my 26th addition to my 'Cock Museum' Mike!" she says as
I finish the beer. "And... Mike, in payment for your services... how about me
finishing that which I started?" she smiled as she ripped her towel from my
loins and grabbed my semi-soft member with one hand and pulled her rubber dress
off with the other!

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Note: I did go back to this house, the next day and... EVERYTHING was GONE! The
house was still there, just everything in the house and the sexy woman had
disappeared!

The End

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