Fucking The Delivery Man

My ex started screwing around on me not long after we moved in together, and the final straw was when I caught him in our bed with some slapper. He moved out, but I stayed in
the spare room - it was too painful to sleep in the main one until I had it done out.
I redecorated and ordered a posh new bed - king-sized – and part of the deal was that the deliveryman would assemble it too. I made him a cuppa and, as he drank it, I lay down on the bed, just to try it out. I said it felt a bit big for just me, and he immediately replied that he bet I wouldn't have it all to myself for long. He looked a bit awkward, realising the comment was probably out of order, but I asked him was that a come-on.

"If you're saying yes," he said, and I just patted the other side of the bed. His name was Jack and he joined me, looking a bit awkward, but once I started snogging him, he got right into it, sucking my tongue into his mouth and rasping his against it. I rubbed my body up against his, moaning as his hands found my hips, then felt their way up to my tits.

He squeezed them, rubbing the nipples as I undid my top and pulled them out of my bra, then he bowed his head and sucked on them in turn. I splayed my legs, wrapping them round his thigh and humping myself against it. Although he was wearing jeans, I wondered could he feel how hot and moist I was getting?

Well, he knew for sure a few minutes later when his hand crept up my skirt. He fondled me through &oy knickers first, then slipped inside them. My slit was so lubed with my juices, his fingers just shot right inside my hole the second he touched it.

I tightened around them, pulling them in as deep as I could. Cock had been the last thing on my mind since the break-up, but now it was the only thing! I started scrabbling at his flies, hands shaking slightly, but he let me take my time, unbutton and unzip him, then let his meaty prick swell up in my hand. It was so hot against my palm and dribbling with wetness, and I was so tempted to suck it. But if my pussy could have screamed for a shag it would have, and so I rolled over on my back, legs spread in the ultimate invitation. Jack said I should be naked, this first time on my new bed - although I took this to mean he just wanted to see me with my kit off. I wanted to see him too and he didn't disappoint - nice, big, fit and totally in proportion.

He spread my legs then guided his dick into me, kneeling between my thighs at first then getting on top to do me deep, missionary style. Between us, we managed to tilt my hips so his crotch caught my clit as he stroked in and out, and all the thrusting and stirring soon had me boiling on the point of an orgasm. That's when he started giving my tits a bit of attention again, sucking one and teasing the other with his fingers. I felt myself clamp tight around his shaft, then pulse in climax.

He fucked me slow until I couldn't cum any more, and then I just lay back, all hot and tender, as he took care of himself. I wanted him to cum in me, but he didn't want us leaving a wet patch on my brand new bed! Even when I said I didn't mind, that it'd be like marking territory with our juices, he couldn't help but be professional about it! So I told him he'd have squirt all over my tits and belly instead.

He had a big pair of balls on him, and his spunk came out like it would never stop. When he finally did finish - with a little help from my hand - my boobs and stomach were one big mess of sticky splatters. I was tempted to roll over and rub the lot all over the bed but he'd have been gutted!

I haven't seen him again since then - he was based quite a way away and I'm not sure he was single. But he was right - it wasn't just me in my bed for long. I've got a new bloke now who doesn't mind where he cums as long as I'm getting off too!