So I shook my head, getting my electronic pad out.
“Sorry ma’am,” I growled. “No can do.”
And there was some shuffling from behind the door as well as another gusty sigh, an exhale of Titanic proportions.
“Okay okay, I’ll do it then,” came the voice and the girl appeared this time … butt naked except for a pair of jeans wrapped around her middle. My mouth dropped open because she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Curvy with huge boobs, a fat ass and wide, swinging hips, the denim did nothing to hide her generous proportions, she was Venus de Milo come to life. My cock punched out immediately, my staff rock hard at the miles of creamy flesh before me, barely covered, side boob, under boob, top boob, all on display coupled with a tiny bit of pussy hair right where the denim stopped, the material unable to hide much.
“Sorry,” she muttered, looking down, trying to shake her hair forward to hide her face while biting her lip. “I just moved and can’t find anything,” she gestured to a mountain of boxes in back of her. But that movement caused everything to go awry. The jeans slipped despite the girl’s effort to keep them clutched under her armpits, falling to the ground in a crumpled pile and suddenly she was slickly nude before me, everything showing, cunt, tits, ass, miles of creamy flesh trembling and jiggling.
And I did what any red-blooded man would have done if his girl was naked in public. I stepped into the apartment, slamming the door behind me, protecting her from the eyes of inquisitive neighbors or anyone else who might stumble by. Because she was mine. This little brunette with the pink nips and beautifully flushed pussy was mine, all mine.
CHAPTER FOUR
Laurie
Holy shit, the delivery man was fucking hot. I’d been shivering on my couch, the effects of the hot shower dissipating, cold, wet as a mouse, with nothing to cover me but these blasted jeans and the flannel shirt. They were basically useless because the shirt was soaked through already and the jeans? Damp denim is no fun when you’re wet and cold.
So when a knock sounded on the door, I’d leapt up. My robe and soaps were here! Yippee-yi-yay! I grabbed the jeans to me as best I could and ran over to the door, sneaking a peek through the peephole. And gasping, I’d stepped back for a minute. Because the man outside had an amazing body, tall and athletic dressed in a grey jacket and nondescript shorts. Broad shoulders filled my vision, a muscled chest that narrowed to a trim waist, and thick, strong thighs, perfect for going up and down stairs. I couldn’t see much of his face because it was covered by a baseball cap, but I could see the razor-sharp edge of his jaw, square and dominating.
And when I’d opened the door, my first impression hadn’t been wrong. The delivery man’s eyes lifted and they were the clearest blue, penetrating, intense, making my pulse flutter immediately.
“Hi,” I gasped, cowering behind the door, shivering from the cold … or was it his closeness? I cursed myself. This guy was a total stranger, here to do his job, nothing more, and here I was creaming and trembling from just the sight of him.
But his voice augmented the shivers in my spine, making me weak, my knees almost giving out at the sexy rumble.
“Delivery for Ms. Holmes?” he asked, an eyebrow quirking, blue eyes amused, almost like he could see through the door. I cursed myself. What was wrong with me? Unless he was Superman with x-ray vision, he couldn’t see through solid wood.
And I embarrassed myself, grabbing at the package with my free hand while trying to keep myself covered, holding my head down, too humiliated to meet his eyes. But that was nothing because when it came time to sign for the delivery, I completely fucked up. I was forced to step out from behind the door and somehow bungled it all, I’m so clumsy and inept.
Because I dropped my jeans. Yeah, the only piece of covering I had over my naked body fell to the floor for some reason, and I was bare in my birthday suit before this gorgeous man, my pink nips hard already, my cunt moist just from his presence.
“Oh my god!” I screamed, trying to cover myself futilely, one hand shielding my pussy while my other hand skipped between my breasts, attempting to hide one big tit and then the other. But the thing is that I’ve got Double D’s and it was impossible, there’s just too much flesh, too much sweet heft going on, so my boobs kept popping out, much to the amused glance of the big man.
And swiftly, reacting immediately, he stepped in, swinging the door shut behind him so that at least no prying neighbors would see, no one would get an eyeful of this awkward predicament. Except that I was still butt-naked in front of him.
So leaning down, I scrambled for my damp jeans and pressed them to my breasts, the fabric hiding my girls at least, shielding them from his hot gaze. But that meant my pussy was bare and his eyes dropped immediately, taking in everything, my nether lips slick, my thighs already wet, smeared with the evidence of my arousal.
“Is that for me?” he growled, an eyebrow quirked, taking it all in, not missing a detail. “Is that beautiful juice for me?”
And to my shame, I just gushed more. Because yeah, I wanted him in me, I wanted him to feel my pussy, pet my kitty, squeeze my breasts and kiss my nips. It was exactly what I needed after an acrimonious divorce, some sensuous loving from an alpha male who was ten times more magnetic than Gary.
So I went with my intuition, throwing caution to the wind. Dropping the jeans on the floor, abandoning my pathetic attempts to hide myself, I purred at the big man, jutting one hip to the side saucily as my boobs bumped and swayed, my sleek vee glistening with temptation.
“Want some, big boy?” I purred. “Come and get it,” I invited.
And the gleam in those blue eyes deepened as he reached for me, growling, those big hands warm on my curves.
“I’ll take it,” he rumbled before drawing me close, pulling my head back for a deep kiss. And I was lost … lost in a tangled, delicious whirl, a storm of sensations descending over my body with every sweep of his lips on my mouth, his hands across my breasts, and oh god, that huge steel rod pressed against my tummy. I wanted it, no I needed it … bad.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tucker
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. Seducing clients isn’t part of the job, not by a long shot and I was way off the reservation here, alone in the apartment with a nude girl, ravaging her within two minutes of the door opening.
But she was so fucking gorgeous and exactly my type. That curvy body, those huge boobs, that slickly pink cunt. It was like she was a temptress stationed here to ruin me, and I actually considered that possibility for a moment. Maybe someone at the office was trying to catch errant employees and was planting fakes along the way, honey pots to lure unsuspecting delivery men into Hell.
But it’d gone way past that by now. Because if the cameras were rolling, if HR was going to jump out from behind the door, they’d already missed their opportunity. The girl was stark naked, purring in my arms, rubbing herself against me, that sweet kitty humping my leg with hunger as I pressed my cock against her belly.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, twisting in my arms, eyes half-closed. “Do me, please mister.”
And fuck it, it was worth it. Getting fired was totally worth this. So I swept the curvy girl up in my arms, loving her substantial weight, that poundage in my arms, and strode about five steps into the bedroom in back, depositing her on a squeaky mattress.
“Oh!” she gasped as she bounced onto the coverlet, ass jiggling, those big breasts flying. And I was on her in a second, parting those thighs with my massive hands, licking at her nips, stroking her cunt, feeling the wet folds cream for me, going at her, testosterone engulfing my body as I felt up my female, marking what was mine.
And the girl just twisted and squirmed beneath me, loving every second, egging me on with breathless “oohs” and “ahhs” of pleasure, her moist cunt gushing even more, nips as hard as rocks. Fuck, I tongued one in my mouth and rolled it around, that savory breast flesh so soft and hard at once that I devoured as much as possible, stuffin
g miles and miles into me, sucking on her tit like a starving man.
And the woman was a horny slut, hands down. Her hands scrabbled at my fly so that my cock popped out like a fucking jack in the box, stiff and ready to ream on demand. And she was hungry, her mouth falling open for a taste. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was almost like she hadn’t been banged in a long time and was desperate to take cock, taste it, fondle it, feel it all over her body. So not missing a beat, the brunette leaned down and sucked me into her mouth, the sensation so amazing, so fucking mind-blowing that I threw my head back and roared, my baseball cap flying off, the cords of my throat standing out as my chest and abs tightened, my balls ready to cream. But the little girl wasn’t letting up. Determinedly she sucked, her cheeks hollowing, those pink lips pursing around my stiff rod, her tongue trailing the vein along the bottom as she worked her way up and down.
“Arrmuphh?” she mumbled through the man meat in her mouth, her eyes flying up to glance at me through her lashes. Fuck, it looked so good, this nubile little girl, totally naked with my dick stuffed in her mouth, cheeks bulging with hot meat. “Arrmuuph?” she mumbled again, unable to articulate clearly. And I nodded knowingly.
“Yeah, in your mouth,” I growled. “I’m gonna shoot reams of hot semen into your little tummy, how does that sound? You gonna like it? Is that what you want?”
And the way her eyelids floated down dreamily, the look of ravenous hunger mixed with anticipation that crossed the brunette’s face told me that that was exactly what she wanted. Her soft hands crept up to stroke my strong thighs, the bottoms of my balls where I was especially ticklish and wandered to caress my perineum, the sensitive skin between my balls and ass. Oh fuck, I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I hadn’t had a woman touch me there in ages, it felt so fucking good.
But the brunette wasn’t done yet. While she worked my pole with her mouth, her fingers dropped back more to stroke between my butt cheeks, feeling for the dark, musty hole, my rusty star. And I seized her small hand then, those soft fingers stilling in my grasp.
“You sure you wanna go there, baby girl?” I rasped, hot slashes streaking my cheeks, my dick positively leaking cum into her mouth now. “You sure you wanna go there so early?”
The big brown eyes stared at me, her cheeks still stuffed with my penis. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down, affirming the exploration and I groaned even as I released her hands to begin their work again.
Because the girl was about to give me a prostate massage, heighten and magnifying a male orgasm with soft strokes on the interior of my anus, caressing where only a finger could reach. So I held my breath as she began her penetration. Fortunately, the brunette’s fingers were small so the breach didn’t take long. She circled my pleats softly at first before applying firm pressure to my anus, and with a few thrusts, it popped and she was into my sphincter one knuckle, then two.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned gutturally, my dick hardening even more, my balls high and tight, ready to spray at any moment. So much blood had flowed to my groin that I was ready to shoot on a moment’s notice, I was so fucking turned on, my hands buried in the brunette’s curls as she sucked my dick and fingered my ass.
And she didn’t let me down. The pressure on my fuckrod increased, her mouth going at it like a powerful vacuum while her little hand worked its magic in my ass, softly teasing before rubbing in circles, nimbly finding that special place that blew up my pleasure tenfold.
And that was it, I was a fucking goner. “FUCK!” I growled, gushing like a fire hose on max. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I roared as I unleashed into her mouth, choking her with lash after lash of hot milk, the white flying furiously down her throat, filling her cheeks until they overflowed, semen dripping out between my penis and her lips, coursing down her chin to drop to the floor.
“FUCK!” I bellowed again, gripping her head tight as I fucked her mouth, my hips moving like pistons, forcing her to take it. But I could tell the pounding was overwhelming her, her eyes were watering, lips stretched unbearably by my size, so I let up. Although I hadn’t finished coming, I pulled out and sprayed the rest of my sperm onto the coverlet, a pool of hot liquid seeping into the cotton as my dick unleashed its power, its juice, jerking and spasming furiously.
And the brunette watched with wide brown eyes, amazed at the sheer amount I had to give. She’d already swallowed several mouthfuls and yet I was spraying more and more, coating her bed in a film of cum, my seed so copious and wet that the duvet was soaked through in a matter of seconds.
And after I’d finished orgasming, my big body heaving, sweat glistening on my chest and abs, my dick semi-hard still, dripping with remnants of semen, the little girl did something so disgusting, so rancid, that I was immediately ramrod hard again.
Because the little slut got on her hands and knees, nude, beautiful and wet, and shook her kitty at me before dipping her head to the coverlet and tonguing the pool of cream. That’s right, the kitty cat was lapping at my sperm, drinking the semen that I’d spilled and she was really into it, closing her eyes while savoring the taste, licking her lips like it was the best stuff on Earth. And I watched, mesmerized, the nastiness of her actions jumpstarting my pulse to about two hundred miles an hour. Because oh yeah, this girl was perfect for me … we were two parts to a puzzle and I’d just met my match.
CHAPTER SIX
Laurie
Oh god, it was so delicious. I loved the fact that I’d just fucked my delivery man with no idea of what his name was, no condom, no nothing. It was so wrong and it turned me on, living on the wild side.
Because I’d been depressed and repressed at once, the divorce painful, and this hot action, this nasty little episode, was just the thing to shake me from my despair. So I completely let go, acting out my wildest fantasies, not holding back at all, sucking him deep while sticking my finger up his ass, drinking his juices, and after it was all over, pushing my tongue into the wet pool on the duvet.
And the big man loved it, watching my every move with ravenous eyes, his dick springing back to life even after he came.
“Fuck, little girl,” he rasped hoarsely, unable to tear his eyes away as I dipped my head for another taste of sperm on the coverlet. “Fuck, how’d you get so dirty?”
And I just looked up and smiled, pausing for a moment.
“Mister,” I murmured throatily. “It comes natural to me.”
His eyes lit on fire then.
“Natural, huh?” he asked, slapping a big hand against my ass, making me jump with shock before quivering with pleasure, those square fingers already massaging the sensitive space, my skin warm almost hot, tingling at his touch. “Well, you’re the best natural I’ve ever had.”
And I flushed, pleased then. Because I’d been so horny, so provocative that he hadn’t guessed my secret … that I’m a virgin. Yeah, it’s pretty unbelievable given that I’d just done a deep-throat combined with a prostate massage, but you can learn anything on the internet these days and I’ve seen my fair share of porn, firing up my laptop to surf the nasty sites, always making sure to clear my history afterwards. And even though I’m a slut, what I’d done today was nothing, totally nothing compared to what professionals did on screen.
But yeah, going back to my admission – I’m a virgin who’s also a divorcee. And it makes a twisted kind of sense once you know my story. Because why else do you think I left my husband? Gary and I dated two years before the wedding and we’d never done it during that time, never sampled each other, never explored each other intimately. My ex always said he wanted to “save himself,” arguing that he was “respecting me” by not touching me until there was a wedding band on my finger.
And I was so young then, so naïve, that I bought it. Gary was completely different from the boys in high school who’d been all over me, pawing at my breasts, trying to grope my pussy, even begging me for blow jobs, pleading with their faces scrunched up, groins twisted in agony. So when Gary argued that he was being the better man, acting the ge
ntleman, I believed it.
Except when it came to our wedding night, he didn’t deliver. At first, it was no big deal. We were in the honeymoon suite at midnight, exhausted from the festivities and Gary was face down on the big bed, still dressed in his tuxedo, shiny loafers on.
“Gary,” I said, prodding his shoulder. “Come on, get up. It’s time to get lucky.”
I’d shed my wedding gown and was clad in nothing but high heels some flimsy, filmy lingerie, a tiny teddy and matching g-string I’d picked up at a French boutique a couple days earlier. Oh yeah, the time had come and I was horny and wet, desperate to get my cherry popped. Even though we were exhausted and tired, I was still intent on fucking my new husband asap.
“Come on Gary,” I prodded again, groaning as I rolled his massive form over, trying to force him awake with a series of shakes at his shoulder. “Don’t you want to taste me? Come on, open your eyes, look,” I said. And I popped a boob out of my negligee, the huge tit pendulous and creamy as I dangled it against his lips, trailing the pink nipple across his mouth. “Come on big boy, doesn’t that taste good? Wake up, wake up.”
But Gary was dead to the world. He was so gone, so tired and drunk from partying that I couldn’t rouse him, couldn’t shake him from his stupor. I stared at the prone male form, disappointed and horny. WTF?! I’d been dreaming of this day for twenty-two years and my body was on fire, dying for cock, running wet and steamy despite the fact that my supposed partner in crime was a bag of rocks at the moment.
Looking at his unresponsive body, I thought through my options. I could be a good girl and get in the shower and go to bed, desperate and unfulfilled, or I could make the best of the situation. I pursed my lips, thinking. It wasn’t fair. I’d been dying for this moment, buying the special lingerie, shaving myself, primping with high-end products, and fuck but Gary was such a let-down. I looked at him closely again, and the man was handsome even passed out, that perfect, chiseled face, the jaw strong and firm even though his mouth slightly open as he snored.
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