Delivery Time!
I was always getting packages in the mail and from parcel services. Sometimes I was so busy working sexlines upstairs in the bedroom that I just left my front door unlocked with a note on in with instructions for the delivery men. I lived in an exclusive neighborhood with gates and security guards so I was never concerned about this habit. I loved my three bedroom house with an indoor pool, and I love my Jaguar convertible. To keep both, I had to work sixty hour work weeks, but at least I loved my job. Chatlines satisfied me mentally and physically.
Some days, like yesterday, were really fantastic days. On fantastic days, I was extra lucky because one of the delivery men came upstairs to my bedroom to personally deliver my packages. To my great pleasure, the carriers always managed to give me more than what they brought in from the truck.
Henry had delivered my package from Victoria Secret’s yesterday while I’m masturbating with one of my regular clients. Henry, a tall black man, with bulging muscles and an eleven inch dick, walked in on me while I was reclining on my bed with three fingers in my pussy.
A large smile crossed my face as I watched Henry disrobe. He knew he never had to ask; I was always open for his business. If by some chance, my store was closed, then it never took much persuasion for me to unlock the doors.
“I exchanged routes with a friend today,” Henry said as he placed his head between my legs. “It cost me a bottle of Crown Royal and fifty bucks, but you’re so worth it.”
I hung up the phone when I heard my client climax. “That’s all you think I’m worth?” I asked as I forced his head further down. “You better make me cum quickly then or I’m going to have to call your corporate office and request another driver.”
Henry mumbled something, but it was incomprehensible as his tongue was wrapped around my clit.
As the orgasm ripped through my body, I clenched my legs around Henry’s head and writhed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. When the last ripple passed, I had to taste Henry’s dick before he fucked me into another state of pleasure.
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