Taboo Sex Story: The Delivery Guy Who Couldn’t Keep His Hands Off Me

Lena bit her lip, a nervous ache pulsing between her thighs, as she peered through the front window. The sky was overcast, thick with mid-afternoon heat, and her neighborhood was silent except for the distant hum of traffic. She tugged at the hem of her oversized t-shirt, barely covering her bare ass, and strutted barefoot to the door at the buzz.

She opened it just enough to peek out. There he was—Jake, her regular delivery guy. Tall, tanned, and broad-shouldered, his brown eyes lit up every time he saw her. Today, he wore basketball shorts low enough to tease the trail of dark hair dipping into his waistband, and a tight white t-shirt clung to his chest. His arms were tan and veiny, ending in strong, blunt fingers wrapped around a brown package.

“Hey, Lena,” he grinned, running a hand through his messy dark hair. “Special delivery.”

Something about the way he lingered, eyes sweeping down her body, made her thighs clench. Lena leaned on the door, letting the shirt ride up just enough to flash the curve of her hip. “Do you want to come in? It’s hot out… and I could use some company.”

Jake hesitated only a second, his gaze glued to the place where her shirt gapped—the swell of her breasts, no bra underneath. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Hell yes.”

She stepped aside, letting him slip past, closing the door with a click. The tension in the air was electric. Lena’s breath was shallow, nipples prickling under the fabric. Jake’s eyes kept darting over her, the package now forgotten on the hall table.

He licked his lips. “You always answer the door like this?”

“Only for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Jake stepped closer. His hand found her waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the shirt, dangerously close to her bare skin. “You’ve been teasing me for months. You know that?”

She smirked, arcing her back so her breasts brushed his chest. “What are you gonna do about it?”

His answer was a guttural groan, his mouth crashing onto hers. Lena moaned, opening for him, his tongue sliding in deep. His hands gripped her ass, kneading hard, pulling her flush against the thick bulge pressing against his shorts. She whimpered, grinding against him.

Jake shoved her against the wall, gripping her throat, not choking but firm. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he growled in her ear.

She gasped, heart hammering, legs shaking. He yanked her shirt off, exposing her pale skin, pert tits with pink nipples already stiff. He dipped down, taking her nipple between his lips, sucking hard. His other hand slid between her thighs, fingers parting her slick pussy. Lena cried out, arching, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing furious circles.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he said, voice ragged. Two fingers slipped into her cunt, knuckles deep, pumping while his thumb kept working her swollen clit. “You want me, Lena? You want this dirty delivery boy to fuck you?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, please…” she moaned, clutching his shoulders, riding his fingers. “Don’t stop, Jake, I need your cock inside me—”

He dropped to his knees, yanking her hips closer, mouth hot on her pussy. His tongue circled her clit, lapping up the wetness dripping down her thighs. He slid two fingers back inside, curling them upward as he sucked her clit. Lena writhed, nails digging into his hair.

“Oh my god, yes—don’t stop, fuck me with your mouth, eat me—”

That set him off. He groaned into her cunt, tongue fucking her deep, fingers thrusting fast. She was shaking, body tensing as her orgasm built, higher and higher. Jake didn’t let up—messy, sloppy with his tongue, lips locked on her clit, fingers hammering her g-spot until Lena’s thighs clamped around his ears.

She came with a scream, hips jerking, pussy spasming around his fingers as hot slick gushed down his hand. Jake lapped up everything, not stopping until her trembling eased.

He stood, licking his fingers, eyes dark. “Now it’s your turn, baby.”

Jake yanked his shorts down, cock springing free—long, thick, veins throbbing, the head flushed and leaking pre-cum. Lena dropped to her knees, greedy.

She wrapped her lips around his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip, moaning at the salty taste. She looked up at him, eyes wide and needy, taking him deeper, inch by inch until the thick head bumped the back of her throat. Jake groaned, hand tangling in her hair, guiding her motions as she bobbed her head, sucking hard, spit dripping down her chin.

“Yeah, you like sucking delivery cock, don’t you?” he growled, bucking his hips. “Look at you, taking it all… fuck, you’re so hungry for it.”

She gagged, loving the way he used her mouth, drool and pre-cum mixing as she slid him in deep, over and over. Her hand stroked the base, twisting as she sucked harder, using the other hand to squeeze his balls. Jake cursed, hips jerking, eyes squeezed tight.

He pulled her up suddenly, lifting her effortlessly. “I need this pussy,” he snarled, carrying her to the couch.

He threw her down and climbed over, lining his throbbing cock at her drenched entrance. He met her eyes. “You want it raw, Lena?”

She nodded, desperate. “Fuck me, Jake. I need it so bad. Fill me up, stretch me out, make me yours.”

He slammed in, cock splitting her open, burying himself to the hilt. They both groaned, locked together. He set a brutal pace, thrusting hard—wet slaps echoing in the living room. Jake reached under to grab her ass, pulling her onto his cock, burying himself deeper with each stroke.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good—so tight, so fucking wet—” He pistoned in and out, making her tits bounce with every thrust. Lena grabbed her ankles, spreading herself wider, moaning with every savage fuck.

“Harder! Fuck me harder, Jake, ruin this pussy—”

He angled his hips, hitting her g-spot with every plunge. Her pussy clenched around him, milk-slick and pulsing. Jake leaned down, biting her neck as he rammed into her, grunting filth into her ear.

“You like getting used, baby? Like getting fucked by your dirty delivery boy?”

“Yes, yes, oh god, don’t stop—”

Lena’s body convulsed again, orgasm crashing over her—hot, desperate, her cunt rippling around Jake’s cock. He snarled, fucking her through it, barely slowing, sweat dripping from his brow.

He pulled out, flipping her onto all fours. “Gonna fuck this ass next,” he said, smacking her cheek hard.

She gasped, looking back at him. “Do it. I want everything.”

Jake spat, slicking her puckered hole, rubbing his fat cockhead against it. He pressed in, slow at first, stretching her tight ring inch by inch until the thick head popped through. Lena whimpered, back arching, head pressed to the cushion.

He gripped her hips and drove deeper, cock sliding into her ass, stretching her wide. Jake moaned, lost in the feeling. “So fucking tight—god, I’m not gonna last—”

He started shallow, then deeper, ass-fucking her with long strokes, every inch jamming home. Lena reached between her legs, rubbing her clit, pussy dripping onto the couch. The dirty, forbidden stretch of her ass being filled, Jake pounding into her, sent her over the edge again.

She screamed, shuddering, gushing all over her hand. Jake slammed in one last time, roaring as he came—thick hot cum flooding her ass, cock throbbing, buried to the hilt. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, bodies slick with sweat and sex.

Jake slowly pulled out, watching his cum ooze from her stretched hole. He leaned down, growling in her ear. “Next delivery, I’m bringing more than a package.”

Lena just giggled, still shaking, already craving the next round.