UPS Always Delivers

UPS Always Delivers UPS Always Delivers

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Gary encounters a real surprise delivering his last package of the day.

Summary

Gary encounters a real surprise delivering his last package of the day.

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Submitted: March 16, 2016

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Submitted: March 16, 2016

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UPS Always Delivers

(Thanks to Sultry Alice for the idea for this story)

Gary drove his brown UPS truck down Ridgeway Park Drive, knowing this may very well be his last trip to this neighborhood. He had put in his bid for a smaller territory in an upscale area, which meant his daily deliveries would be fewer and he could finish his days quicker. He was certain that UPS would grant his request because he had perfect attendance, had no accidents on record and no customer complaints. The latter was always the deciding factor.

He stopped at the curb in front of the small house at number 342. He had not delivered here before, but he recalled seeing a woman in tight pants and a sweatshirt at her mailbox as he passed by one day. He didn’t see her face but he did notice her legs and great ass in the light gray pants. Evidently today was going to be his opportunity to see the face that went with the body.

He turned off the truck, no longer rushed. He had but one more small delivery and he could go home, an hour and a half early. He was all about hustle, and it paid off today. He took the package to the door and rang the doorbell.

“Hang on a minute!” came her yelled reply.

Thinking he might get some “afternoon delight” with his wife if he got home this early, Gary peeked through the curtains on the window on the door. The woman was naked from the waist down in the middle of her living room, squatting over and using a Sybian. She was clutching her tits and obviously close to achieving her purpose.

Gary set the package down, leaning it against the door and scanned the bar code. He selected “signature not available” on the scanner and headed for the truck. He was about to step inside the truck when the woman yelled at him from her doorstep.

“Hey! Dipshit! This isn’t mine; come back and get it!” She was holding a large towel around the lower part of her body, and she stepped back inside with the package, leaving the door ajar.

Gary went back and when he stepped inside, she shut the door behind him. He picked up the package from the floor and checked the address. “The address is correct, ma’am; aren’t you Patricia Kendall?” he asked.

When he turned to her she had dropped the towel. “Yeah, but I need your assistance, Mr. UPS man,” she said.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but I have to finish my deliveries,” he said as he turned towards the door.

“That contraption my boyfriend sent me isn’t doing the trick. I need a real dick, not a plastic one.”

“I’m really sorry, ma’am,” he repeated, as his eyes peeked at the wet pussy, dripping between her legs.

“Tell you, what, Mr. UPS man; you fuck me and deliver a nice load or I’ll call your office and tell them you pissed all over my package and tried to rape me.” She said viciously.

He was fearful of what such a call could do to his plans, so Gary agreed. “All right, ma’am, let’s get it over with; what do you want me to do?”

“Just lose your pants, underwear and shoes and sit on the sofa there by the window. I’ll do the rest, but you might want to pull your shirt up a ways; sometimes I squirt when I come.”

She sucked him as soon as he was naked, and when he was erect, she pushed him down on the sofa and straddled his lap. She did, in fact, do the rest, riding him hard, then slow, then grinding down on him while she squeezed her tits through her tee shirt.

She was bouncing away when Gary suddenly heard a motorcycle pull up into the drive way. He heard voices, male and female and he tried to warn Patricia.

“Um, Ms. Kendall, there’s somebody outside.”

“Fuck ‘em; I’m getting close,” she moaned.

Suddenly the door opened and a tall, burly man came in, followed by a woman. They both wore biker gear, chaps and leather vests over Harley shirts. They were both middle aged, and the woman was muscular for her age.

“What the fuck, Patty; what’s he doing here?” the man asked. He didn’t seem as angry as Gary thought he would be, finding this woman on his lap.

“That damn machine didn’t feel right, Billy, so I got Mr. UPS man to let me use his dick to get off, only you interrupted and I didn’t come yet!” she complained.

“I know how to cure that itch, Patty; lay down on the floor,” Billy said. As he started to undress he pointed to the woman who had come in with him.

“This here is Carrie, my riding partner. I wanted her to meet you, Patty,” Billy said.

Gary, suddenly freed from his wet, horny captor, stood and reached for his pants.

“Whoa, buckaroo,” chimed Carrie. “As long as you’re primed, you can take care of me before you go.”

Before Gary could protest, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the sofa. “Get on your back and stay there!”

Billy was already naked and between Patricia’s legs, grinding his hips against hers. She moaned and grabbed his ass.

As soon as Carrie was naked from the waist down, she climbed on the sofa, straddling Gary’s head. “I’m gonna need a little preparation, sweetie, and then we can both have fun,” she said. She settled down, pushing her pussy into Gary’s mouth. It was the hairiest he had ever seen, and anything but sweet, but Gary put his tongue to work to get her ready as soon as possible. Carrie was in no hurry, though; she rode his mouth and chin for much longer than Gary had hoped.

Finally Carrie climbed off the couch and got on her hands and knees on the floor next to Patricia. Billy stopped fucking Patricia and told her to flip over, then he motioned to Gary. “Come on over, buddy. Let’s see who can shoot the most cum on their backs!”

Billy and Gary each got behind their woman and they were off to the challenge. Gary held Carrie’s hips as he thrust in and out of her as deep and fast as he could. Carrie had a hand underneath, rubbing herself and moaning, “Give it to me; don’t stop!”

Patricia was rubbing her clit and she groaned, “I’m coming, Billy, come on me, shoot on me, babe!”

Billy pulled free and grabbed his cock, jerking it as he came. His seed splashed onto Patricia’s back, just above the crack of her ass.

Gary was relieved that Carrie was tight and he managed to come just as she was. He pulled his cock out and didn’t even stroke it, just let it rest atop her ass. His cum squirted up high enough to land between Carrie’s shoulder blades, and then he stroked his shaft until he was done, leaving even more on the cheek of her ass.

“Way to go, fucker!” said Billy. He got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel. As soon as he was out of sight, Gary slipped into his pants while the girls weren’t looking, grabbed his shoes and sneaked out the door. He jumped into his truck, started it up and took off.

As he drove away, he heard one of the women yelling out after him, “Hey, you forgot your boxers!”

 

 

 

 


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