Working Girls #1 – NSFW

The holidays are always busy when you work as a delivery driver. It’s not bad work, just busy days and long hours. I have my regular customers who I see often. Some Amazon customers and the like. Plus the businesses on my route.

I have one business in particular that I stop at twice a week or so. Generally I deal with the secretary but there have been a few occasions where I get to see the head guy. And He is why this place is memorable. I always get a thrill when I see a pick-up request or a package for them arrive. It’s crazy because I know I probably won’t get to see him. And honestly, his secretary is super nice. She usually gives me a coffee gift card or a homemade muffin or something.

For all I know, the man is married happily with children and grandkids or he’s totally vanilla…. but something tells me when I look into his brown eyes that there is a fire beneath the surface. For some reason I can imagine him tying my wrists behind my back and leaning me over his desk. Or maybe that’s just my own wishful thinking.

It’s late Friday night when I get a call over the radio to stop by this very address. I check the time. It’s after 7pm. That’s odd as I’m positive they leave the office around 6pm. Well. It is the holidays. Perhaps they had to stay late. Fortunately, this came in right at the end of the day, so I know it’ll be my last stop before going home.

As I pull my truck in to the parking lot, I see it’s pretty dark in there. Getting out, I walk up to the doors and pull, letting myself in. It’s dim in the office but not too dark. I see the light on in His office. No one else is there. My heart stutters in my chest then takes off racing. My mind immediately goes to images of him fucking me on his desk. Get a grip, girl!

I gently knock on the doorframe to announce my presence. He looks up from his computer screen and a slow smile spreads across his face. He’s a big guy. Not fat-big, but commanding. Shoulders spanning a doorway, big. He’s tall. Over six feet I know. I can tell he’s ex-military by the way he carries himself, his haircut, the way he talks. He doesn’t have a loud demanding voice, in fact he’s got a sweet southern accent. But it’s the sort of voice where you listen when he speaks. That’s just him.

“I got a call…” my voice trails off as he stands. “I know. I called,” comes his response. I swallow. All sorts of naughty images flash before my eyes. It is as if he can see straight in to my brain because I see the moment the fire ignites behind his eyes. “Turn around, please.” It isn’t really a question. It isn’t said rudely. But rather with an air of someone who knows what he wants.

Of course, him being him and me being me, yeah, I turn around. He comes up behind me and his hands run up my arms to my shoulders. I shiver. He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck, my ear, then bites me right on the neck. I gasp. My panties become soaked instantly. His hands slide down my arms and take my wrists. ohmygod. He really can read my thoughts. I feel something wrap around my wrists and tighten. My pussy clenches. His hands reach around my front and grab onto my snap-down shirt, pulling roughly. I hear snaps tearing open and my bra tearing. It should bother me but instead I’m just that more turned on.

He turns me back around and surveys his handiwork. Reaching out, he grips one of my full tits in his hand. His thumb rubs over my very erect nipple. His eyes never leave mine. Then he lowers his head and sucks the other nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue swirls and licks. He suckles for a moment before pulling back and moving to the next one. With my hands bound behind my back, my chest is pushed out and still I let my head roll back, pushing myself into him further. I moan just a little.

Then he stands upright again and grips my elbow, guiding me to his desk. Oh. My. God. He’s going to. Right here. Fuck me. On. His. Desk. I moan out again. He pushes some papers off to the side and bends me over it. His hands grab my waistband and pulls my pants and soaked underwear right down to my ankles. I hear him breathe in deep. “I can smell you, princess.” I try to look over my shoulder at him but his hand entwines in my hair and he pulls back as I feel his cock push against me. He rubs my ass with it while his other hand grips my hip.

“Please, sir…” I hear myself beg. His hands release me as he steps back away from me. “Not quite yet, princess.” His hands go to my round ass and squeeze and pinch. There’s no warning as the sting of his hand comes down, hard. Instead of crying out, I moan, “more!” Again he slaps my ass. It’s hot, burning. Then he slaps my other cheek, harder this time. I gasp out, “harder, sir, please! harder!” Again and again he spanks my ass. I’m fairly positive that it’s bruising but still it feels glorious. I’m on the verge of cumming and he hasn’t even touched my throbbing pussy. I’m crying out each time now. The pain and pleasure inseparable.

The spanking stops and I feel his cock pressed to my drenched pussy lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“You!” I cry out. “Please let me feel all of you, sir! I crave you! Fuck me!” The words barely leave my mouth as he grips my bound hands with one of his and slams his big hard cock into me. There are no apologies. He wants me and he’s taking me. He’s only stroked me three or four times when my orgasm hits me, hard. I’m screaming out his name. This spurs him on and he continues to pound me hard, the occasional “fuck yes, princess” can be heard uttered from his lips. And then he’s past the point of no return and I can feel his hot cum shooting into me, again and again. Our mixed juices run out and down my thighs. Our breathing slows.

After a few moments, he pulls out and carefully stands me up. Turning me around to face him, he looks me straight in the eye. “What have you done to me? You’re all I can think about, week after week. Come home with me. Spend the weekend in my cabin in the mountains. Let us explore this deeper.”

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