Sexy writer
I diddled away at my sleek, shaven pussy and stared at the
blank page in my typewriter. Lots of sexual experiences
ran through my head. But, I couldn't think of a specific
one to write about. I'd just finished reading a slew of confession
letters and was hotter than the fireworks on the 4th of July.
I needed inspiration for my own confession letter.
The door bell chimed.
"A package."
"Come upstairs, I'm in the bedroom," I called through my open window.
My mailman, Bobby, and I went way back. Or, is that way up? Whenever
he stopped by, we were always sky high on sex. That's it! He could
inspire me. Presto! I'd have a letter.
"It's not what you think," Bobby said, entering my room.
"Not my monthly sex shop order?" I pouted.
"Nah. Probably a credit card in here that I need a signature for."
I signed the slip and handed it back. "Bobby, I need help. "I pulled
up my dress and showed him my swollen pussy.
"I'm behind today. It has to be quick."
"Is quick and dirty up your alley?" I slipped a finger into my juicy
hole.
Bobby's eyes twinkled. He knew what I wanted. "My pleasure."
"Fuck me like I'm a slut, " I ordered, when Bobby had undressedand was dangling his cock at me.
Bobby flipped me face down on the bed. He dragged me intoposition, where my head hung over the edge.
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up. "You hungry?"He stuffed his salami down my throat. "I bet you're starving,
you wanton slut!"
My pussy gushed. My abdomen tightened. I sucked Bobby's
cock, while he rammed it in and out of my mouth. I tasted his
salty semen. Pre-cum was pouring out of his cock-slit.
I craved a mouthful of bittersweet cum.
Bobby's balls tightened. He drove in and out, faster and
harder. I could barely keep up. I was sure he'd blow any second.
No chance. Bobby had the ultimate self-control.
He pulled out and walked around the bed. He hoisted me onto
my knees, jerking my dress up over my hips. Doggy-style,
he proceeded to fuck me for all he was worth. His thick rod
drilled to the end of my tunnel.
I wanted to beg him to play with my clit, to fondle my tits.
I knew better. I was getting exactly what I'd asked for -
to be treated like a piece of meat. And, it was setting me
on fire.
I reached under and twanged my swollen, throbbing nub.
The orgasm came out of nowhere.
"Don't you dare do that without my permission, " Bobby
roared, slapping my hand away.
Too late. I was coming in never-ending waves of spasms.
I wriggled and flailed. My ass gyrated in Bobby's face.
I fucked back as hard as I could, slapping against his bush, his
balls, pushing him into me until I thought he'd rip me right through.
This was too much, even for Bobby's level of self-control. His hands
dug into my hips. He practically lifted me off the bed. With one last
hard thrust, Bobby let loose his jizz into my cunt. The heat from his
goo set me off again. We rolled off the bed and fell into a heap on
the floor.
"Sorry to fuck and run..." Bobby was already half-way in the shower.
By the time he got dressed, I'd banged out a letter. He even took it
to the post office for me.
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