POSTMAN RINGS TWICE – BUSTED
While the first half of this story is fiction, I found out the "hard" way that Nifty readers are everywhere. Hope you enjoy it, and please consider supporting Nifty.
My lust over the mailman settled down after exercising my imagination and writing the little story about our fantasy encounter. I still enjoyed our banter but decided not to follow him into the restroom any more, didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Then about a week after the story went live on Nifty he stopped by while he was making his rounds. I had let him in earlier after he rang the bell on the front door.
"Mr. Sinclair, the postman rings twice," he said standing in my office doorway.
"Oh yeah that's an old movie, isn't it? Do you ever get teased about it?" I asked.
"Not until now," he said as he grabbed his crotch and massaged his junk in a suggestive way.
"Guess that means I'm busted," I said, turning beet red in embarrassment. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Don't always have customers follow me into the john and then read about," he said, his hand still working his crotch.
He had my full attention, that's for sure. Embarrassment was soon turning to full blown lust as I could feel my own cock stirring in my pants.
"That back room of yours available or is that just wishful thinking?"
"You bet," I said as I massaged my right tit with my left hand. "Got time to take a break?"
"Gotta be a quickie; you got that part of the story right."
"Shut the door behind you and let's do it then," I said as I got up out of my chair and grabbed my trick kit out of my desk.
He led the way, and I closed the inner office door behind us. He took his hat off and pulled me into an embrace, locking his lips on mine and pushing his tongue in my mouth. We started working our hands over each other's bodies, and within moments, he had pushed his hands under the waistband of my pants and started cupping my ass cheeks.
I reached for his belt and managed to unbuckle it, unbutton and unzip his pants. No disappointment there when I started massaging his now hardening cock and hefty balls through his bike shorts. Breaking off our embrace, I knelt down to his crotch and pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock that shot right at my mouth. Damn, he was cut but sported a hefty mushroom head that I immediately wrapped my lips around.
"You don't waste any time, do ya?" he said.
I popped off his cock and said, "Didn't think we had any to waste."
He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down on his seven inch cock. Was plenty thick and had a nice curve to it that I bet would hit all the right spots if we actually got to fuck. He guided my up and down as I slurped on his manhood for a few minutes. The man musk and piss scent buried in his pubes was like ambrosia to me and filled me with heated desire.
He pulled my off his cock and quietly barked, "Suck those balls."
I didn't need a second invitation and went to work sucking on first one and then the other, slicking them with my spit and then squeezing them both into my mouth. I pushed a finger toward his perineum and played with his taint while he arched back and groaned.
He pulled me up into a new embrace, and cooed, "Now it's my turn." He undid my pants and pushed them down and pulled my boxer shorts over my now hard cock, not huge but a respectable six with decent girth. He knelt down and gave my shaft a quick slurp and turned me around so my ass was in his face.
"Spread `em," he barked. "Isn't that what you wrote?"
"Yes, sir," I said as I did as instructed.
He spread my cheeks apart and spit into my crack, then followed with some tongue action lubing me up and sticking it in my hole.
"Mmmm," I murmured as he continued to eat my ass.
"Where's that promised lube and rubber," he said as he stood up, his rock hard cock rubbing my crack.
I reached over for my trick kit, unzipped it and handed him the lube as I dug around for a condom. "Got some XL," I said. "I think you need them."
He popped the lube and I heard him squeeze a dollop out that he started rubbing into my crack. And just like he was following the script in the story, he jammed a finger all the way to knuckle up my tight hole and started twisting and stretching the sphincter. He leaned in and nibbled my neck. "Nice ass. You ready for a good fucking?"
"Uh huh," I said as I handed him the condom. As I pulled a bottle of poppers out of the kit bag, he ripped open the wrapper and pulled the condom over his cock. He lubed the rubber and added some more to my ass. I took a big whiff of amyl and offered the bottle to him.
"Nah, you go ahead though. Brace yourself because I'm ready to spear your cute little ass."
I leaned forward on the cartons in the back room as he began pushing his rock hard rod into my resistant hole. And just like the story – he memorized his moves well -- and began teasing it, a little pressure in, not quite all the way through the sphincter, then a little more on the next stroke, until he finally broke through my ass rings. Soon he hit bottom and I could feel his balls slap against my butt cheeks.
"You like this daddy dick, don't ya?" he hissed as he started pistoning for real. Long strokes almost all the way out, and then buried back in my guts, that curve hammering my P-spot with every stroke, driving me close to orgasm every time.
"You ready for this hot load?" he hissed in my ear.
"Yeah.. Daddy shoot ... that baby batter ... deep in my hole," I sputtered between strokes.
That was all it took for him to make one last thrust. I clenched my ass rings around his cock as it spasmed his spunk into my ass. He reached around and in one stroke of my cock, I shot a huge stream of cum across the shipping cartons.
He pulled out, the condom full of his spunk. I stood up, turned around, and had to lean back on the cartons to steady myself.
"That was some delivery," I said.
"There could be more," he said with a smile, "but I need to finish my rounds."
We cleaned up as best we could with some baby wipes, pulled our pants back up, and he deep kissed me one more time.
Will the postman ring again?