Dedicated to Cat


You wake up to find yourself alone in the house. Your husband has already left for work despite the early hour. He’ll be home much later, because his boss demands unreasonable hours. You’ll never complain; one look around the luxurious house shows just how much he’s done to provide for you. You step into your kitchen, the one you wanted with the new appliances and marble countertops just like you’d requested when you were building the new house together.

Despite your comfort, you find yourself wanting. Your husband comes home exhausted everyday. Most nights he’s too tired to even take notice of you, much less give you the energetic and depraved fucking that you need and deserve. Marble countertops are a poor substitute for a hard cock in your pussy or ass. When you do get off, it’s from your own fingers or the vibrator that you ordered online without your husband knowing.

Today marks the 15th straight day that you haven’t had a cock inside of you, and you’ve had enough. Over the previous few days, you’ve noticed something. Me, on my route, in my FedEX truck delivering packages. I’m not Brad Pitt, but I’m young and keep myself in good shape. We first met when I delivered the vibrator that has since become your best friend.

Today though, you’d planned something. You’d ordered a package from the same company, a surprise that you can’t wait to open up and use. But that’s only a small part of your plan. You’re waiting by the door, totally starkers, ready to ambush me and my unsuspecting cock. You’re dripping in anticipation and have to resist the urge to finger yourself to an earth-shattering orgasm while you wait.

Finally, at 10:21, I ring the doorbell, as is company policy, and leave your package on the stoop. On the walk up your long driveway, I see the company logo on the box and read the receipt attached. I know what you ordered, and the thought of you playing with your toy has me rearranging my cock in my shorts. You’re a beautiful woman and the thought of you pleasuring yourself with a plastic phallus is both arousing and surprising. As beautiful as you are, your husband should be on his knees, ready to pleasure you on command.

You open the door as I ring the doorbell, revealing to me your amazing tits and beautiful shaved pussy. My brain struggles to comprehend what I’m seeing, and you don’t give me an opportunity to recover my equilibrium. Before I know it, you’ve dragged me into your exquisite kitchen and we’re kissing heavily as I crudely paw at your amazing tits.

After several minutes of this, I know what I need to do. I trail kisses down your jawline, to your neck and down your flat belly.