Hot Exhibitionist Delivery: An Explicit Dirty Delivery Guy Sex Story

Amber paced her living room, nervously checking her phone. She was twenty-seven, petite but curvy, with perked-up C-cup tits, jet-black hair cut in a sharp bob, and eyes the color of midnight. Her nipples tingled under her thin tank top as she waited. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Just the softest, shortest sleep shorts.

She’d ordered takeout—partly for the food, mostly for the delivery guy she’d seen before. Tall, lean, with sinewy arms, sandy-blond hair, and a crooked, dangerous smile. His nametag always said "Eric."

Her heart kicked when the doorbell finally rang. She took a deep breath, grabbed a twenty for a tip, and opened up.

Eric was standing just outside, brown bag in hand, wearing a tight delivery polo stretched over broad shoulders. His jeans rode low on his hips, and she could see the way his eyes drifted over her body—bare legs, hard nipple poking through her shirt. She let him stare. She wanted it. Needed it.

“Evening,” he grinned, voice low. “One sesame chicken?”

She bit her lip. “That’s me. C’mon in.” She stepped aside, letting him catch the unmistakable scent of her arousal—a musky, sweet tinge in the air. Eric raised an eyebrow but entered, eyes never leaving her.

As he set the bag on her table, she watched his ass flex in those jeans. He turned. Their gazes locked.

Amber’s voice was barely a whisper. “Hungry?”

Eric’s eyes flicked down to where her shorts had ridden up, exposing the soft curve of her thigh. “Not for food.”

Heat flushed up her body. She stepped toward him, taking his hand, pressing it to her bare thigh. His fingers brushed up just shy of her pussy. Wet. Her clit throbbed.

She pulled him close, reached up to graze his jaw with her lips. “Just so you know, I’m not wearing anything under these.”

His breath caught. “Fuck, Amber.”

She pushed her chest to his, letting him feel her hard nipples poke through the thin cotton. “Want to see?”

His mouth crashed onto hers—hungry, devouring, insistent. Eric’s hands cupped her ass, squeezing shamelessly, thumbs brushing over the bare crease of her cheeks. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her pussy against his thigh, desperate for friction.

He broke the kiss to tug her shorts down. She let them fall, standing brazen, tank top hiked up, glistening cunt bare in the open. Eric knelt, spreading her legs wide. Amber gasped as the evening air stroked her naked pussy lips, exposed, already dripping with anticipation.

Eric’s tongue slid up her slit, pressing flat and firm, swirling around her swollen clit. She moaned, pressing her hips forward, letting him feast.

“Oh fuck, yes—right there.”

He licked harder, sucking her clit until she was writhing, fingers in his hair, begging louder. “Don’t you fucking stop, god—my clit, suck my clit—”

Eric moaned into her cunt, tongue darting in, tasting her, his stubble scraping her inner thighs. She teetered on the edge, hips rolling. He slipped a finger inside, curling up, and she exploded—screaming, shuddering, pussy clamping around his fingers as she came, wetness gushing against his jaw.

He grinned, licking her juices off his lips as he stood and pushed her back onto the couch.

“You taste fucking incredible.”

Amber’s hands snaked down, palming the hard bulge in his jeans. “Take these off. I want to see your cock.”

He didn’t hesitate. Unbuckled, unzipped, shucked jeans and boxers in a single move. His cock sprang free—thick, long, visibly throbbing, tip slick with precum. Amber’s mouth watered.

She dropped to her knees, stroking his shaft, savoring the heat. Her tongue slid over the head, swirling the salty bead. Eric hissed.

“God, your mouth looks so good on my cock.” He fisted her hair, guiding her down.

She took him deep, lips tight, sucking hard. Her hand pumped the base, other hand cupping his balls as she bobbed her head, letting spit and precum drip down his shaft. She loved the way he moaned above her, watching his abs tense as she swallowed his cock to the root, throat stretching.

He groaned, eyes wild. “Fuck, I’m so close—”

She pulled off, grinning, licking his length. “Not yet. I need you inside me first.”

He hauled her up, spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, ass up, cunt dripping and exposed. Eric lined his cock up with her pussy, teased the head through her folds.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock in me. Deep. I want you to fuck me hard—make me scream. I want you to watch.”

He slammed into her, sinking his full length in one hard thrust. She screamed, clawing at the couch, cunt stretched deliciously around his thick shaft. He pounded her mercilessly, hips slapping against her ass, cock splitting her open. Wet, noisy, rough.

Amber looked back over her shoulder. “You like watching my ass bounce on your cock, don’t you?”

He grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her back. “Fuck yes. Your ass is perfect. I could fuck you all night.”

He slowed, pulled out until just the tip was inside, then slammed back in, harder. The growing squelch of her pussy filled the living room with every thrust.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. So wet. You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”

She pushed back against him, desperation in her voice. “Yes! Fuck me harder! Fill me up, Eric!”

He groaned, slapping her ass, making her shudder. He reached underneath, flicked her clit as he hammered her in, making her cum again, pussy pulsing, clenching around his cock. He didn’t stop, fucking her through her orgasm, cock swelling, balls tightening.

He pulled out sudden, grabbed her, and turned her, pressing her back to the couch, legs wide apart, cunt open and begging.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want this cock.”

Amber straddled him, nails digging into his chest. She sank down on his cock, both of them moaning, feeling every inch stretch her open. She rode him, grinding her clit against his base, bouncing fast, tits jiggling with every movement.

She leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. “I want you to cum in me. I want you to flood my pussy.”

He thrust up, meeting her desperate rhythm. Their bodies crashed together. Amber cried out, sweat slicking her skin, head thrown back as she drove herself down, again and again, soaking his cock. Tight, hot, drenched.

Eric grabbed her hips hard, moved her faster, his own moans matching hers. “Gonna cum—fuck—gonna fill you up, Amber—”

“Do it. Cum in my pussy. I want to feel you.”

His cock twitched inside her. He groaned, pulling her down tight as he erupted, hot, thick ropes spurting deep inside. Amber’s pussy milked him dry, her own orgasm crashing through her, their bodies tangled, sweaty, wrecked. She collapsed on his chest, giggling, both of them gasping for breath, his cum leaking out between her thighs.

After a long moment, Eric grinned up at her. “You want to order takeout tomorrow night, too?”

She laughed, squeezing his spent cock inside her. “Only if you promise to deliver it just like this.”