At the door

As John reached the living room, the doorbell rang. John heard a cry of 'UPS', and figured it was a package. The voice was male. John debated not answering for a second, but he remembered that he had wished for the world to be 'like porn I like', and he wasn't into gay porn at all, so he finally decided to answer the door. John had half expected him to be in a porno costume version of the uniform, with short-shorts, etc., but he was wearing a completely normal uniform.

"Is Zoe Gibson here?" he asked.

"No, my sister just left," John replied. "I can sign for it."

John grabbed the proffered package, but pulled back when he received a shock. Shaking out her hand, she grabbed the package again, getting a good feel through the driver's pants, then easily ripping the crotch open. Joana knelt down and swallowed the driver's package to the root in one motion. The driver moaned, running his hands through her long, black hair, as she worked his dick with her tongue, pulling her head back and forth.

Deciding the package was nice and ready for signing, Joana stood up and leaned back against the doorframe, arching her back so her firm Cs thrust forward invitingly in her tanktop. Pushing her panties aside, the driver guided himself in slowly, drawing a low, breathy moan from Joana as she felt him plunge into her depths. He reached up and fondled her lightly through her top, but made no move to remove her shirt as he began a fierce sawing motion.

James, for his part, went as fast as he could. He had a lot of deliveries to make today, so he needed to get the signature done with. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but his boss would discipline him if he didn't get everything done on time, so with regret he pounded into this babe hard, willing her to cum. She did, explosively moaning, as her pulsing quimm around his dick drove him to his umpteenth orgasm since starting his rounds, each one just as pleasurable as the last. He had heard people say that delivery was an unfulfilling, dead end job, and he should aspire to more, but in these instants he had no desire to do anything else.

Pulling out of the babe, James didn't notice as their combined juices pulled his softening cock towards his stomach, latching onto his torn crotch and sealing over the opening in knit cloth. He turned and headed for his van, looking up the next address. Jennifer adjusted her tight brown halter top as she slid her way onto the seat of the van, the safety dildo penetrating into her under her regulation micro-mini skirt, with no panties of course, as the car started and pulled itself out into the road, heading to her delivery for Rick Martinez. She enthusiastically thrust herself up and down on the safety device using the handle bar that had replaced the steering wheel, drawing not a wiggle from her firm b-cups.

John took the brown cardboard box inside, leaving it on the table for Zoe. He was glad nothing weird had happened with the delivery. That driver was a good fuck, although he had a feeling there wasn't going to be a such a thing as a bad one.