50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 14

"Yes!" I exclaimed, successfully flipping and catching a pancake in the skillet. When my new boyfriend, an amazingly talented chef, went away for the weekend I felt like I was in the paleolithic era--hunting and gathering food. I seriously could not cook anything.

I devoured my lumpy pancakes and parked myself on the couch to watch Gilmore Girl re-runs. Saturday's were the best. There wasn't much to do except be lazy and as messy as I wanted.

I hadn't had a sexual fit in nearly 20 hours. I was out with some girlfriends last night, and as we were on the train coming home it came full force. I "not so discreetly" rode a stranger's cock right there on the train. Thankfully there was no one else on board except a sleeping hobo.

I don't know a whole lot about my condition but I'm pretty sure certain things trigger it like drinking alcohol, fast motion movements in vehicles, and sometimes just seeing two people be intimate or romantic.

As my mind was racing with thoughts, a heavy make-out scene started playing and I felt the all too familiar sensation arising. It began like hot molten lava in the pit of my stomach and slowly descended into my more sensitive reasons.

I began to shake by the intensity of the feeling and started to get up to look for my nearest dildo.

"Ding dong!"

'Oh shit, what now?!' I thought, contemplating if I should bother answering the door or not.

The bell rang again and I groaned in frustration as I ran to the door. My sexual fit was nearly in full swing and I needed to fuck something as soon as possible.

I impatiently threw the door open and saw a middle-aged guy in a UPS uniform holding a large box. 'Oh yeah, I forgot Declan saying something important was coming in the mail for her.'

Without even saying hello I nearly shouted, "where do I sign?!" The mailman chuckled and held out the form and a pen as I furiously scribbled.

"In a rush, little lady?" He asked in a deep voice.

I nodded and tried to smile. My knees were nearly shaking as I felt liquid trickling from my pussy and slowly down my thigh. God, I wish I could just stick my fingers in myself right now, I couldn't physically wait anymore!

The mailman took his time to bring the box in and I let out a whimper as my system got thrown into overdrive.

I let my eyes drift to the mailman's crotch and focused on the bulge in his pants.

As the mailman straightened up and got ready to take off, I stripped off my shorts, and nearly ripped off my t-shirt and bra, standing there in my underwear.

He positioned me differently on the couch and slammed himself into me so hard and fast, that all I could see was a blur of cock and balls.

"Aw yeah girl take it, take it real good. That good pussy was made to be stretched by big black cock. I bet you've been caught you getting nailed by a brother before, huh baby? Do your folks know their baby girl is getting fucked with some good black dick?"

He continued to whisper obscenities at me as he buried himself into me so roughly I could feel my whole body shaking.

He shattered my sweet spot and slapped his heavy balls on my clit one last time before I let my painful orgasm release itself on my body. I creamed around his thick cock and screamed out as he continued to pound his way through the thick cream.

He yelled out and slammed himself into the deepest cavern of my pussy, filling it with rope after rope of thick, hot cum.

I came again, screaming at the sensation, and trembled violently as I creamed even harder than before all over that giant black cock. He held my hips and made me ride it until every last drop of cum had been squeezed out and then took his time to lick my pussy clean.

I'm gonna need to start ordering more packages...