No Tinder Date So the Delivery Guy’s Cock Was More Than Welcome
His spongy, bulbous head was pressing up against my G-spot in such a way that every time my pussy muscles clenched, it would trigger a new spark, building up a new orgasm, even before the first one had finished.
I was a fucking hot cougar and I knew it. There aren’t many women that look the way I do at the respectable age of forty-eight. It didn’t come easy though. No matter how hectic my work life was, I made sure to hit the gym at least three times a week, go swimming, and do some yoga. A careful diet and lots of exercise kept my waistline thin. Not only did I have a trim figure, but I also had a perky pair of tits that matched my hourglass hips perfectly.
But being the CFO in a multinational company did come with drawbacks. The main one was that I was too busy for a relationship. Men my age wanted nothing to do with such a powerful woman. They expected me to be available at a moment’s notice, not caring that I had dozens of meetings and hundreds of things to do each day! It was either that, or they felt threatened by the fact that I was earning in just a week what they only made in half a year.
After multiple unsuccessful dates, I was one hundred percent done with finding a man who could keep up with me. But as with many other women, there were days when I felt lonely and wanted a warm body in my bed. Or a warm cock.
One of the perks of being a C-level executive and the founder of a company, was that I could, if I really wanted, take a day off and not care about anything. Well, this Friday just so happened to be one of those days.
My bald pussy was dripping with need. I wanted a thick cock in me desperately, but Tinder was taking too long and a lot of people got offended when they realized I wasn’t the thirty-year-old they expected, after seeing my pics. It was just that many men couldn’t get over the fact that I was older than them.
Today, it was just me, my fingers, and Mr. Pink again. I gently pushed my pink-colored dildo into my pussy, trying to imagine it was attached to a ripped, muscular blonde man, who would put my legs over his shoulder and pound my pussy until I screamed in ecstasy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and I tried to ignore it, closing my eyes and thinking about the man in my fantasy.
“Hello? Is anyone home?”
I groaned, not with pleasure but with irritation. I didn’t order anything, why was this man bothering me now of all times?
I pulled the dildo from my dripping pussy, and threw on the nearest article of clothing, then went to open the door.
“What?” I said, yanking the door open.
“I have a delivery for…”
I didn’t wait for the man to continue and just grabbed the package. I was about to sign for it when I realized that this was for someone else.
“Dammit! This is for Mr. York, one floor above me,” I said folding my arms under my perky tits, annoyed that I had to get up for nothing.
The delivery boy just gawked at me.
I blinked, taking in the man before me. A muscular young man, with broad shoulders and a tight stretched uniform on his body. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties.
The young man blushed, cheeks turning red as he quickly averted his eyes and put the clipboard in front of his crotch. That’s when I looked down and realized that in my haste, I had pulled on one of my sheerest negligees. It was practically see-through, which meant that the young delivery guy had gotten a good full look at my boobs and my waxed, sopping cunt.
“I’m so sorry!” the young man squeaked and quickly grabbed the package, fleeing for his life.
I stood there for a moment then turned around and went back into my apartment, fully intent on continuing my little session of self-loving. But this time, when I closed my eyes, I imagined the young delivery boy, blushing, stuttering as he tried to fuck my pussy. I would have to teach him, I thought to myself as I thrust the dildo in and out of my cunt. Or perhaps, he would surprise me…
Ah, but I lost my chance, he won’t come back again. Unless…
I immediately sprung out of bed, not caring about anything, and ran to my laptop. I could order something off Amazon, maybe the same guy would deliver it.
“Next day delivery. Perfect,” I said to myself.
If I were lucky, Mr. Blushy-Blushy would be on duty tomorrow. And if he wasn’t, maybe I’d just fuck whoever his replacement is.
The next day, at roughly the same time as yesterday, I put on the same negligee and waited for someone to knock on my door.
All too soon, there was a familiar knock on my door and I had to restrain myself so as not to appear too eager. I let him knock one more time before I opened the door and to my surprise, it was Mr. Blushy-Blushy.
“Mrs. Clark?” he asked and blushed immediately again, looking to the side and trying his best not to stare at my rock-hard nipples.
“That’s Miss, not Mrs.,” I said, opening my hand for the package. “You can look, it’s ok.”
“I’m sorry,” he said shyly, his eyes sliding over to rest on my tits again.
“You know what? I need to test this. If it doesn’t work, I want to send it back.”
“What did you order, Miss?”
“A remote-controlled vibrating dildo,” I responded with a straight face.
The delivery guy choked on his own saliva and then gawked at me, his face turning redder than before, no doubt thinking of my bald pussy being speared open by a dildo.
“But I think I need someone to help me test this new toy of mine. Why don’t you come in and help me out, Mr…” I said shifting aside so that he could have a look into my apartment.
He looked confused.
“Your name, honey?”
“Oh! I’m Luke,” the young man blurted out.
I reached out and hooked a finger in one of his belt loops, dragging him into my home.
Luke came willingly and stood awkwardly in my living room as I closed the door. I breezed past him, tearing off the plastic packaging as I went into the kitchen to get some batteries. I pulled the realistic dildo out of the box and popped in the batteries. Luke swallowed hard, his crotch area visibly tented and straining against the fabric.
“I’m going to put this inside me, and you are going to stand there and help me see if the remote works,” I purred.
Sashaying over to my sofa, I reclined on it and pulled up my negligee, spreading my legs and exposing my dripping cunt. Luke didn’t even bother to pretend he wasn’t staring at my bald lips as I raised the dildo to my mouth, sliding it past my cherry-red lips a few times, before sliding it down to my pussy. I was so wet that the head slipped in easily. I moaned as my pussy walls were stretched pleasantly by the dildo. The way Luke was looking at me made me feel even hotter. He looked like he wanted to jump on me and push his rock-hard cock into my gushing pussy. To be honest, I hoped that he would.
“Oh. Oooh,” I moaned as I slid the dildo deeper and deeper into my cunt.
Luke had subconsciously started to shift his hips, phantom humping the air in front of him as if the dildo was an extension of his hot rod. I didn’t waste any time, pushing the fake cock all the way into my eager cunt, poking my sensitive spot.
“Go on, Luke, turn it on!”
He fumbled the remote and then managed to press a button. The vibrator came to life, rolling and twisting deep inside my pussy. It twisted, turned, and stirred up deep inside of me, igniting the fire in my cunt.
I moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of the dildo massaging me from the inside. Luke clicked another button and the vibrator switched modes, giving off powerful pulses now. I pushed the dildo up against my G-spot and started gasping.
He pressed yet another button and this time, the pulses were longer and the pauses in between were longer too. This was obviously a dildo designed to tease and frustrate but I knew I’d get my release eventually.
“I think it’s working well, Miss,” Luke said, putting the remote down.
He was squirming. His pants must have been uncomfortable judging by the way his cock was trying to get out.
“I don’t think I like it,” I pouted.
I pulled the dildo from my cunt, juices sliding off and onto the tiled floor, then brought it up to my mouth and began to suck on it like it was a lollipop.
“It’s not enough for a woman like me,” I said, then pointed at the man’s crotch. “But I think that might be!”
Luke was in shock for at least two seconds, before the lust in his eyes returned in full force. He wasted no time ripping off his belt and shoving his pants and underwear down to his knees together. His rock-hard cock sprang free immediately, curving up toward the ceiling. Pre-cum was already beading at the slit, glistening on his bulbous tip.
I spread my legs wider as an invitation and he immediately dropped to his knees, in front of me.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week, Miss. You and your bald pussy. I wanted to get a taste so badly!” Luke confessed as he put his manly hands on my thighs, and admired my glistening cunt.
“Go on then!”
He buried his face in my pussy immediately, flicking his tongue over my clit and labia, then pushing it deep inside my pussy.
I moaned and squirmed but Luke used his hands to hold my hips in place while he ate my cunt furiously. His mouth worked tirelessly on my sensitive love button, kissing and sucking it like there was no tomorrow.
Pinning me down on the couch, I was helpless to resist his relentless attack on my pussy and I couldn’t stop my first orgasm from crashing through me. It started in my clitoris, ripped through my cunt, and then through the rest of my body.
Luke pulled his face away the moment I began to cum. He stood up and bent over me, impaling my pussy with his cock, in one swift thrust. He continued to pound my hole through my climax, while my pussy muscles clenched and milked his cock.
I was in ecstasy. My clit had been teased expertly and now this man was using his massive cock to pierce my very core. His spongy, bulbous head was pressing up against my G-spot in such a way that every time my pussy muscles clenched, it would trigger a new spark, building up a new orgasm, even before the first one had finished.
“Oh! God! Fuck! Ohh… I’m cumming!” I squealed as Luke began to thrust furiously.
My cunt clamped down, trying to hold onto the invader that was giving it so much pleasure. Every thrust of his dick felt like it was stabbing right into my cervix. I wanted to ride this man’s cock forever.
“You’re so gorgeous, Miss. You look incredible and your tits are perfect!” Luke growled, shoving his cock deeper.
I pushed my chest out, offering my heaving tits to him and he immediately cupped them with his large hands, massaging my firm flesh, and using my globes as handholds to pull me harder onto his cock. At some point, he pinched my nipples hard and tugged at them and I let out a loud moan.
Why can’t all men be like this? This was a man who knew how to fuck a woman. My body felt electrified and I was in a state of constant pleasure.
Luke twisted my nipples, sending a zing through my tits. I gasped, feeling my third orgasm creep up right after the second. The harder I came, the more sensitive my pussy was. The more sensitive my pussy was, the harder I came! It was a vicious cycle, but a very enjoyable one.
Pulling himself away from my tits, he picked me up, keeping me impaled on his cock.
“Bedroom?” he asked breathlessly, his muscles straining with the effort of keeping me on his dick while trying to walk at the same time.
I pointed behind me, then threw my arms around his neck, grinding my hips down on his lovely cock.
As soon as he laid me down on the bed, his cock slipped free from my pussy, and I whined at the empty feeling. Luke obliged me by pulling my legs over his shoulders, and then ramming his cock right back into my cunt. I squealed again, unable to stop myself from another orgasm.
“I’m cumming!” I cried out.
“Me too,” Luke growled as he slammed himself balls-deep into my cunt.
I felt his cock twitch and spurt his creamy jizz into my wet pussy. Panting, I continued to squeeze Luke’s dick with my pussy muscles and enjoyed his pleasurable moans, as I milked the last drops of sperm from his cock.
“That was amazing,” he said, breathless.
He braced himself on top of me as his dick continued to twitch. I kept flexing my pussy muscles until his cock softened enough to slip out of my well-used hole. Luke let out a soft moan, then rolled over next to me, on the bed.
I reached down and slipped two fingers into my cunt, feeling all orgasmed out. I knew it was temporary, and after a few minutes I’ll sure be sore, but it was all worth it.
“Thank you, Miss,” Luke said.
“Oh please, I just came three times on your cock, you can call me Eileen!” I responded and we both burst into laughter.
“Are you going to be ordering any more vibrating things soon?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me.
He trailed one hand up my stomach, resting it on my left breast and massaging it absent-mindedly. I smiled.
“Oh definitely. I’ll need you to help me test my next order!”
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