Delivering the Virgin(15)

And I was quick to agree.

"Oh of course," I nodded, "Yeah, absolutely. Too much money never solved  anything, and I'm a girl who's perfectly happy with pizza and beer," I  said with a smile.

And the big man's eyes darkened then, a warm fist descending over mine,  gripping my fingers, his eyes eating me up hungrily, appreciatively.

"I know," he growled deep in his chest. "That's one of the things I love  about you little girl," he said. "It doesn't take much to make you  happy, just a pizza, some beer, some shampoo and laundry detergent. Not  even the fancy stuff, just the regular brands," he rumbled.

And I giggled at that.

"Why, do some of your customers order stuff that's way overpriced?" I  asked curiously. "Shampoo from the department store, that kind of  thing?"

The big man just snorted, sitting back in his chair.

"Worse," he said with a wry pull of his mouth. "They order laundry  detergent from France, shit that costs ten times what it should. Can you  imagine? Instead of Tide or whatever, they're using some imported stuff  just because it's from France. Not to mention the bottled water," he  added, shaking his head. "They're washing their clothes in bottled  water, believe it or not."

And I was astounded.

"Really?" I asked, mouth dropping open. I'd never imagined that people  lived like this, going to such extreme lengths, this was way beyond my  realm of experience. I mean, there were rumors that A-list actresses  sometimes washed their hair in Evian, but I'd never imagined that there  were people so rich that they washed their dirty clothes in bottled  water, that was going beyond the pale.

And half in jest, I asked, "So do these special folks order their  garbage bags from Italy then? Like special, scented garbage bags that  smell of olives and wine?"

The big man nodded again.

"Honey, these folks are nuts," he confirmed. "Seriously batshit crazy in  some cases, with their priorities all wrong. If I weren't their  delivery man, I wouldn't believe it myself, but trust me, I've seen it  all."

And I laughed softly then, taking his hand in mine.

"Well better them than us," I murmured. "It's their lives, not ours, and  it's not our business. Hey, I support Made in America and I'm happy to  do my part."

And the big man gave me another long look before kissing me, drawing me  to sit in his lap, his strong arms like steel bands around my form,  comforting, ensconcing me in a safe place.

"And that's what I love about you," he growled against my jaw. "You're  so sweet, so loyal, so real and I can't get enough of it," he said while  claiming my lips for another deep kiss.

And sighing deeply, I melted then, dissolving against his big form,  feeling my muscles go limp as my cunt heated up, my insides beginning to  sizzle. Oh god, oh god, Tucker always had this electric effect on me,  the way he made me cream instantly, the way he could play my body like a  violin. So I nipped at his ear, biting lovingly, teasing my tongue  along his jaw.         

     



 

"Tucker," I breathed. "I want you. Fuck me hard tonight, I need you bad."

And he just chuckled, sweeping me into his arms, our mouths locked  together as he carried me into his bedroom, the giant space decked out  in deep navy, dark wood furniture, the décor totally masculine, totally  Tucker. Maybe he didn't live here permanently, but this place definitely  reflected his personality, commanding, assertive, an alpha male at  ease.

"You don't need to ask twice, little girl," he rasped against my mouth before setting me down. "Your wish is my command."

And I moaned then, stroking my breasts, playing with myself. Of course I  wanted his dick in my pussy, after all I'd just had my cherry popped  and I wanted to feel that blunt shaft in my moist recesses again. But  when I said I was a dirty girl, I meant triple X dirty, not soft core  porn. Because I'd seen something in a video that I wanted to replicate.

"Tucker, honey," I murmured slyly, looking up between my lashes. "Get your dick out."

And dark streaks immediately slashed across his cheeks, his eyes growing ravenous, hungry and aroused.

"Oh really?" he said silkily, blue gaze penetrating. "And is this what  we talked about before? About you taking the reins, being in charge?"

I nodded, a little shy but too supercharged to think twice.

"That's it exactly," I purred, licking my lips slightly, making sure my  pucker was pink and glossy. "Get your penis out, big boy," I commanded  breathily.

And in flash, his cock was out, making me salivate, my chest grow tight.  Because it was so beautiful, so gorgeous that I could hardly breathe.  All ten inches of him stuck straight out at me, the fuckpole so hard,  hot and heavy, a pearl of pre-cum already beading at the head. But I  wanted more than a drop, I wanted a fucking faucet, all for me.

So I lowered my mouth, running my tongue around his glans, tasting that fleshy pink helmet, trailing it lightly.

"Mmm," I murmured, smiling up at him with his dick in my mouth. "You taste good."

And Tucker just threw his head back, releasing a roar of pent-up energy.

"You better get on with it, I'm not gonna hang on long," he warned.

But I was only too happy to obey. Like a famished dog, I went at his  dick like it was the last one on earth, tracing the vein along the  bottom with my tongue, then flipping around and running my tongue along  the top of his shaft. I pulled the skin at the tip tight with my fingers  before pushing my tongue into that sweet slit and was immediately  rewarded with a gush into my mouth, the sperm sticky and salty.

"Mmmmph," I mumbled with dick in my mouth. "Mmmph."

Tucker was insistent, grabbing my hair and angling his dick in deeper  and I let him face-fuck me for a bit. His cockhead crept down my  esophagus, making me choke a little, coughing reflexively, but I fought  off my gag reflex and let the cock sink in deep, cramming me full,  cheeks bulging.

Meanwhile, my hand crept to his balls, one hand squeezing his testicles gently before wrenching hard.

"FUCK!" he roared, fingers practically pulling my hair out now. "Fuck you!"

And I just smiled up at him, cheeks crammed full with his pole. But I  knew he liked it from the way he was breathing hard, that massive chest  heaving, his eyes on fire as he thrust his shaft in ever further, even  harder, making me choke and gag. And I was rewarded with another deep  spurt of semen down my throat, straight to my stomach, his penis losing  it, inch by inch, little by little.

So I turned back to his balls, running my hands over the soft skin. God,  they were so hot, so wobbly yet the essence of man started here, this  was the factory for the good stuff. So this time I made my thumb and  forefinger into an "O" and squeezed his testicles in between them,  slowly applying pressure.

"Fuck, like a ball ring," he grunted above me, "who knew you were such a fucking slut."

But of course the answer to that was clear. I'd never been with anyone  but him, so the big man was the only recipient of my ministrations, the  only man I'd ever touched so intimately, fucking him nasty. And I was  rewarded with another deep spurt of semen down my throat, the releases  were coming faster and harder now, the warm liquid rushing into my  mouth, alerting me of impending climax.         

     



 

And when I poked a finger into his ass, orgasm hit like a raging earthquake, a tornado blowing through the big man's frame.

"FUCK!" he screamed, fingers gripping so hard into my skull that I was  sure I'd have a headache. "Fuuuuuck!" But I'd maneuvered my lips so that  as he released lash after lash of white, it didn't go straight down my  throat and into my body. Instead, I caught mouthful after mouthful in my  cheeks, swallowing some but making sure to keep some in reserve,  storing it up like a squirrel in winter.

"Fuck!" he shouted again, hips jerking, dick twitching in my mouth. Oh  yeah, another big mouthful came my way and I tucked it away, my cheeks  bulging now, I probably looked like Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Finally, the shudders ceased and the big man exhaled mightily, head  tilted back, showing off that strong jaw. The muscles in his neck were  still tense, the cords standing out, his pecs twitching a bit with  tremors but his dick had stopped juicing for the most part, just stray  droplets spurting reflexively, a little bit here and there, nothing I  couldn't handle.

So pursing my lips tightly, I backed off his pole, careful not to lose  any of the cum in my mouth. Slowly, the cock inched out, shining and  wet, covered in a mixture of saliva and hot jism, so much that it looked  like it was dipped in superglue. And once I got to the tip, I pressed  my lips together before popping the head out of my mouth, careful not to  lose a single drop. Oh yeah, I had a mouthful of cum and I knew exactly  where it was going.