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Thank You, Fresh Direct by Mia
Here in Manhattan we have a grocery service called Fresh Direct. It's great - they have good, healthy, fresh food and deliver in boxes right to the customer's door. I love their fruits and vegetables ... the strawberries are plump, ripe and beautifully red ... and the carrots and cucumbers are just the right size.
So today the delivery man arrives right after I finish a call. I'm all hot and bothered, because I love this job and hearing a man get off drives me wild. As my dog, Queenie, barks, I throw on a skirt and halter top and run to answer the door, forgetting my panties and bra.
There stands a short, bald, hairy guy with the biggest bulge I've seen in a while. I always look there first, ~giggle. I guess I'm staring at it, because he clears his throat and shifts the boxes.
"Um, sorry, come in," I say, moving aside so he can push through. He places the boxes on the floor next to me. As he rises, his eyes linger below my hips, slowly slide up my torso and dance between my nipples, encouraging them to harden through my top.
He stands, and as I look into his eyes my pussy starts to throb deep inside. Suddenly the phone rings ... I forgot to turn off my availability! A sexy man is calling for phone fun and I simply cannot deny him.
"Um, uh," I say, running to the phone. The moment I pick up, everything around me disappears as I hear the recorded introduction and push 1 to accept the call.
"Hello Mia," a deep, masculine voice growls into my ear. "This is Mike. I'm so fucking horny from looking at your pictures. My cock is ready to explode!"
"Honey, I love to hear that," I purr as I walk to the couch, lay back, close my eyes and lift my skirt. "How would that rock-hard cock like my soft, warm mouth wrapped around it?"
"Fuck yeah!" Mike says. "Take it, slut."
"Mmmm, I'm kneeling down in front of you and wrapping my hands around your balls. Look down at your whore as I wrap my lips around your head. Feel a tickle as I flick my tongue across your tip and start to suck …my hands massaging your swollen balls …"
"Ohhhh yeah, oh fuck yeah."
My hand finds its way to my pussy and I stroke my clit, hips softly thrusting up and down, eyes closed as I imagine myself there with Mike, the tip of his dripping cock resting in my mouth as I massage it with my lips and tongue. "Grab the back of my head, babe, and slide my face all the way down your shaft."
"Uhhhhh … ohhhhh."
"Feel your tip push into my tight throat, your balls pushing against my lips. Make me choke on that big cock!" I reach to the coffee table and grab my 10-inch dildo. I open my mouth, relax my throat and push the dildo inside, gagging into the phone as it pushes past my tonsils and into my throat. The metal feels cool and slick against my lips as I suck it, imagining it's Mike's rod, hearing him moan as my index finger pushes into my pussy. "Mmmm gguhhhh, slurp ggguuhhhh."
"Yeah baby, you fucking slut," Mike pants. "Take it bitch. Ohhhhh yeah, you little whore, get ready for a mouth full of cum!"
I push three fingers in and out of my wet pussy as my hips rock violently up and down. Faster, faster, in rhythm with Mike's grunts.
"Ugh … ugh … ugh uh uh uh UGH! UGH! UGH!!"
"Mmmmm honey, yessss. Fill my mouth with your sweet cum. So delicious … keep going … I want it all."
"Ugggghhhhhhhhhh yeaahhhhh …."
Click.
My rhythm slows to a stop and I open my eyes. My pussy throbs deep inside as my pupils focus … I'm so horny after hearing Mike get off. No orgasm for me, it's not about me, it's about the guy who has chosen to call. That is usually fine, but today just not enough.
Suddenly the wooden floorboards creak, startling me. I jump up and frantically look toward the sound. I'm stunned to see the Fresh Direct delivery man standing there, jeans and briefs around his ankles, stroking his cock.
"Um, err, that was amazing." he says. "I've never seen anything like it."
Oops, forgot about him. But I'm too far gone to care. I turn, push down my skirt and pull off my top as I slowly walk toward him, eyes locked on his cock. It's about two inches thick and nine inches long. Ah yes, his bulge did not lie.
He stops stroking, bends over and pulls a Magnum condom from a back pocket. He quickly unwraps it, and by the time I reach him his shaft is sheathed in the rubber. He gets down onto the hard floor and lays back. The pulse inside me quickens as I position my legs on either side of his torso and slowly crouch down, my hands on his chest. He guides the tip of his erect cock to my welcoming clit lips and spears me as I slide down, the hunger inside me swallowing him whole.
I stay down for a moment, grinding on top of him, pushing my ass into his balls, feeling him deep inside. He reaches up and squeezes my nipples, hard. A sharp sensation rockets between my tits and pussy, sending shivers up my back. I slowly move up and down, left to right, his rock-hard cock pushing against the back and sides of my happy pussy.
I can't wait; I'm too built up from the day's calls and this man's bulge. I push into him and rock faster, harder. He grabs my hips as we slide back together, into the boxes of food. They tip over and out fall deep-red strawberries, spilling around us. I push forward onto my knees, my tits bouncing up and down as his cock plunges deeper, stretching my walls. It governs my body's movements and I bend over, my hips slamming up and down now, my pussy devouring his throbbing meat.
"AHHHH AHHHHH!" I cry …
"UGG UGG UHHHHH!!" he grunts, grabbing my ass and pulling me down as my entire body convulses and rockets shoot inside me. He shakes beneath me once, twice, three times as I fall onto him and we topple, crushing the berries beneath us, their juice squirting onto the floor.
We lay wrapped in each other, his cock emptying, my cum dripping out over his balls. Minutes pass and we slowly untangle. He stands and lifts me to my feet. He pulls on his briefs and pants and tucks in his shirt.
"Thank you," he says. I look down at the crushed strawberries and think of cleaning the mess before Queenie finds it. But the urgency is gone. My throbbing is sated.
"I need more berries," I say. "Will probably order again for the weekend, just so you know."
He smiles, turns, and leaves. As I close the door behind him, my phone rings …
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