Delivering the Virgin(3)

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, stuffing 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.