DPD: Delivering Penis Daily

PART 1 - THE DISPATCH

Working from home used to feel like such a delight until I realised my favourite pastime would be limited. What’s your favourite pastime, I hear you ask? Being a spicy little flirt. The game of seduction is one I will never sacrifice; whether its with a stranger in the street, the guy at the gym, or my husband. Seduction is fun, seduction is exciting, seduction is the embodiment of ‘what if’. Something us humans can’t help but indulge in. The extra time I have spare is lovely, but I do miss the chemistry and tension building with tasties in the office. It made me more motivated to do a great job and the days just fly by when there’s some naughtiness in the midst of things. 

It’s a usual workday, I’m in my 8x12 bedroom that also doubles as my office. I’m grateful for this space but damn I need my own home. I’m in my mid twenties and as much as I love my familial home, including the fam themselves (and the pets); it’s time for me to spread my wings and fly the nest. If only it was that simple. The cost of living is a whole ass crisis, and if I were to move out I’d be scraping the pennies to live a less than desirable lifestyle. Just for the sake of saying that I have my own space. The best option right now is to stay at home, hold my breath and fall into a deep non-awaking sleep… just kidding! I suppose I can hold out until the right situation crops up, whether it be a suitable housemate or partner, either way solo is a no go right now. 

Green tea in hand, I pull out my desk and set up my laptop and computer screen for another dull day of soul sucking corporate living. Today is the same as most, I check my emails and get myself aligned with the course of action for the days events. I jump on my routinely 9am call and whilst we discuss the upcoming vehicle launches, I hear the door bell ring and my dogs begin to bark. Frustrated, I thank my colleagues for their time, ending the call in a slight rushed manner, rise from my desk and answer the door. 

‘Hiya lovely’ I say in my neighbourly voice as my eyes fall upon a handsome delivery man. His bald head reflecting the brightness of the sun that resides behind him. He raises his deep brown eyes and greets me with a very charming smile. I’m dressed in my aubergine purple gym set. Tits under my chin, abs on show, ass looking phat. He sensually gives me a one over, gently licking his lips in the process. ‘Hello’ he responds with a deep tone. Handing me my parcel, he asks whether I’m well today. I respond with a ‘yes good thanks, yourself?’. He tells me he’s grand, I reply with a smile and tell him to have a good day. As he’s leaving my drive he says ‘you too’, but just before I have a chance to close my door he yells ‘EXCUSE ME, MISS’ and comes racing back. 

‘You are beautiful, I’d regret leaving without asking for your number, are you single?’ Yes sir, I am. We exchange numbers and it’s not too long until I hear from him again. Dante is a London man, a slightly ghetto one at that, I heard it in his accent the day he drooled on my drive. I find London men bemusing. Considering I live no more than 30 minutes from London, they assume I’m a country girl whose never seen the world. Darling, I’ve seen plenty. We FaceTime for the next few evenings, getting to know each other a little more before anything else happens. I needed to take some precaution, he does know where I live after all. 

Dante is sweet, his captivating smile reaches his ears, with a maintained short beard to frame it. Tanned skin and a cheeky attitude, it was hard not to be charmed when he turned up on my door step. As time has progressed and as we have started to get to know each other more, there is this slight hesitation I feel. My intuition tells me to be weary about this man, but its been so long since I’ve had even a slight bit of interest in someone. Something about this man excites me, and I want to explore more. 

He’s in his mid 30s with a child, the story about his baby mama was not too convincing, but I’m not planning on being a step-mum anytime soon. I just need to get an understanding of where this man is at spiritually before he dips his stick inside of me. All too often us women forget to vet our men because we are so allured by their predatory tactics, just for it all to be a facade. We end up being the portal they dump their dusty energy into, causing us illness both physically and mentally. I’ve learnt from my mistakes so I refuse to rush into bed with this man, no matter how charming I think he is. 

PART 2 - THE PICK UP 

Jokingly, during our first FaceTime conversation, Dante mentioned if I would be okay with a date in McDonalds. I don’t know what kind of bitch he thought I was, but I’m more likely to take your sanity than your money. Why men pose silly questions like this, I do not know. If you’re a good man and your romantic interest is a good woman, it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. If something feels right then it feels right! 

There were a few questions he posed like this, like he was the prize and I should be grateful his shiny bald head was giving me a chance. The alpha in me was ignited, I won’t lie to you. This is one thing I never enjoy coming out when I’m in the presence or dealing with a man. I want to feel soft, feminine and protected. Not challenged. I’m also not a quitter so despite these amber flags I thought, ‘let me give this man a chance’. I tend to be too cut throat with my love interests, tolerance on 0. We spent a few hours a day like this, going back and forth, challenging one another. There were flirtations but overall we kept things pretty platonic during those first days.

After a week of going back and forth with intense conversation and somewhat challenging questions, Dante explains that he’s scheduled to do deliveries around my street and area again. He wants to spend some time with me and positioned it in a way where he wanted my help with ‘knowledge of the area’. The excuse was weak but so am I. He calls me when he’s outside my house, I grab my phone and work laptop and slide into the passenger seat. I’m checking my emails and updating spreadsheets whilst he’s whipping around streets and dropping off packages. I won’t say that this wasn’t fun, it was a fucking delight. After months of being cooped up in my 2 in 1 office, I embraced the excitement and let myself roll with the adventure. 

We pull up outside a beautiful home, its small and sweet with a neatly cared for garden. The birds are singing and the sun is shining. I rest my elbow on the van window, take a deep inhale and appreciate the day. As conflicting as some of the conversations have been over the last few weeks, Dante as a whole seems like a good man. He’s a cheeky Chappy and when those deep brown eyes fall upon my face, I can’t help but feel a little twinge in the minge. I’ve been playing it innocent so far, but I’m always truthful with my answers to some of the intimate questions he’s asked such as: What’s your longest relationship? When were you last seeing someone? Whats your body count? That last one is always a trigger… I used to be a whore in my teens, okay? 

That sparked a controversial conversation, this is always a tricky area for me. I know I’m no longer the promiscuous teen, bouncing on who I want, when I want. I’m more reserved now, but once a lot of males hear the honesty of my past, they seem to doubt the honesty of my present. If I wanted to deceive you mother fucker, I’d do a better job than this?! Still, he listened, taking it all in. If anything, I felt he felt quite threatened. I'd never release my number, truth is I’m not 100% sure what it is now, children count. But he did feel the need to disclose that his was 3 figures, plus. Thats not impressive to me. I’m not one of your boys. What this information does disclose though is with all of that experience, if you’re not coming with the A1 dick. You’re a failure. 

I watch how he moves, the swag and confidence in his steps as he repetitively glides from the drivers seat, to the back of the van, to the door steps. Observing his social skills, seeing if his demeanour changes depending on who answers the door. It does change. I love people watching, actions reveal way more about a person than words do. From what I have gathered, Dante has some trust issues, some controlling issues, and probably a few more I haven’t detected yet. A few hours go by, we are bantering, teasing each other. It’s a pretty hot day and he hasn’t taken his fleece off, I mention he must fucking stink. He responds with a ‘come here and smell me then, ya cheeky bitch’. I do as I’m told, scooting myself over the middle seat of the van. 

Our eyes are locked as I do so, and when I lean down to give him a sniff, I bite my fucking lip. He smells yummy, musky sandalwood, essence oil type of yummy. I gently breathe on his neck and watch his hairs stand up. Before I have a chance to think about my actions, my tongue is caressing his earlobe. He pulls away slightly in shock then leans back in. ‘I knew you were a naughty one’. My hand slowly makes it way to in-between his legs, I’m anxious in anticipation, Dante isn’t the tallest but my guess is that he’s 5 inches and THICK. I feel his manhood growing as I firmly rub over his work trousers, tenderly moaning in his ear at the same time. He’s lightly groaning now. 

PART 3 - THE DELIVERY 

He looses himself for a split second and we mount a curb. I pull away from his crevice at the surprise, we look at each other and nervously giggle. I’m horny for life, not death. I tell him to continue driving because a bitch knows a spot. It must be his lunch break by now, right? We pull up to a set of 8 garages, there’s a locked gate to enter and to anyone passing by; the padlock looks secure. I, however, know it is not. Excitedly, I hop out of the van and open the gate, motioning for him to go through. The smile on his face is the biggest I’ve seen so far, he knows he’s in for a great fucking time. 

I strut to his side of the vehicle, making sure my hips sway just the right amount, his eyes tracking me like I’m prey. I swing open his door, holding steady eye contact and step up like I’m about to sit on his lap. I stand there, breasts pressed firmly against his face as I look down and give him a smirk. He buries his head in-between my breasts, the van door is still wide open as I pull my sports bra down giving him skin to skin access. His hands firmly cup and squeeze as his eyes trail to my right tit, the pierced one. Looking deep into my eyes, his tongue swirls my nipple. Shivers of pure pleasure treacle down my spine, I let out a small gasp as he latches his teeth on and steals a nibble. Sexy cunt. 

Can the neighbouring houses witness what we’re doing right now? Absolutely. Do I give a fuck? Absolutely not. It’s been so long since I’ve had this kind of excitement in my life and I fucking deserve it. Holding the back of his head, he makes his way to the left titty, I reach down to feel his length. Fuck he’s thick and very, very hard. I want him to ravish me, right here, right fucking now. I pull his head away from my left breast, his brown eyes looking up with slight concern, worrying that this is all about to end. ‘Fuck me’, I exclaim. The slight worrying now dissipated, he pulls my bra up quickly and tells me to ‘move it’ with a hard spank on my plump bum. I jump down from the step on the drivers side and as my feet hit the floor I feel his hands clasp in-between my bum cheeks and reach for my pussy. I’m so fucking wet. He keeps his hand there like I’m a fucking puppet, guiding me to the back of the van. 

He swings open the doors and we are greeted by a lot of parcels. I wonder how many of these are potential sex toys? Doesn’t matter, we’re going to play anyway. Did I think that the delivery a little over 2 weeks ago would lead to this? Yes, if I’m being honest. Maybe not this direct outcome but DPD be delivering penis daily, would be rude for me not to accept the package. I step up into the back and his hand gently pushes through to rub my clit over my leggings as I do. He follows closely behind and plonks me on top of a sturdy box of what appears to be dog food. Dante is now abruptly rearranging the parcels in the back, making space for us. The van doors still wide open for pedestrians to see. He analyses the space and turns to me to ask if there’s enough room. Before the words can leave his mouth, I’m undoing his trousers. 

His length springs up like an animal being released from its cage. My prediction was wrong, 6 inches not 5, and yes, very fucking thick. I take my time studying it, he’s circumcised and I'm not complaining. I gently kiss the tip with a fully wet pout and slowly circle my tongue around his bellend. He moans as his hands run through my chaotic curly hair. I take my time, both of my hands capturing his waist as I slowly but surely gulp him down inch by inch. Tears in my eyes as I choke on his girth, my spit dribbling all over him and the parcels beneath. He reaches down pulling my breasts out once more and pinching my nipples, I moan over his cock. ‘Such a naughty fucking slut aren’t you?’. I don’t say anything, I just look up with his fat dick in my mouth and nod in agreement. 

He pulls out, grabbing onto my chin, leading me to stand and then he spins me around. I don’t have time to register before my hands are above my head, leaning on the inside of the van, my leggings are at my ankles. He rips off my trainers and slides the leggings off of my right leg. He then lifts this leg onto the box I was previously sitting on. Parcels are falling left, right and centre with his rapid movements. My pussy is gagging for him now, clenching at the thought of him being inside of me. My legs are parted and I am very much exposed but I can’t see him, I’m facing the van fucking wall. He pulls my waist towards him and pushes my head down slightly, bending me over. I feel something wet slide into my arsehole, it’s not his dick. He begins to eat, I'm guessing it is lunchtime then. His fingers run up my front side, gently rubbing my clit. I arch in ecstasy. Moaning his name as his tongue tickles my arse, his fingers beginning to plunge into me now. The internal tension is rising so quickly but I hold off the release. 

‘Are you ready for me?’. I beg a ‘yes’ if you could even call it that, it was more like an animalistic mumble. He rubs his tip up and down my slit, teasing me before he enters. My body wants to fold inside out, just fuck me already! I plea a ‘please’ as he leans over and whispers ‘beg for me’. ‘I need you Dante, punish me like the naughty slut I am’. With that he thrusts, hard and fucking deep. I feel myself tear slightly with his width but the pain is overcome by the pleasure, I immediately clasp myself around him the moan is guttural. He grabs a large chunk of my hair at the scalp, making me arch deeper. His other hand guiding my hips as I throw it back in unison with his thrusts. 

Our breaths are hard and ragged, the deeper he goes the more painful it begins to feel. I tell him to chill and give me half thrusts, I like it when the strokes are slower so I can feel the ruggedness of his bellend rubbing the top of my wall. He obeys. My pussy is squelching, the juices overflowing as I inhale deeply and finally let go. My orgasmic spasms leading me to whimper euphorically and go limp, he grabs my arms keeping me upright as he gives me one final devilishly deep stroke and groans ‘FUUUUCK’ as he pulls out and cumms over a pile of parcels. I fall face first on the large package I was once sitting on, he falls on top of me as we both pant like dogs, bare arses feeling the cool spring breeze. As he climbs off me, I bend down to pull up my trousers. He grabs my face and gives me a lucrative kiss. I stare into them earthy brown eyes and tell him to take me home, my job here is done.