Make use of what you have

The deliveryman stared at you, trying to be angry but was undoubtedly scared. You bit your lip, turned on more than you had ever been before. Snatching the package from his grasp, you tore it open to see what was inside. It appeared to be some sort of self care package Jane ordered. Face masks, sleep aid, a bath bomb, bingo! A small tub of moisturiser was hidden at the bottom. Looking back up at your unwilling guest, you smiled wide.

"This is gonna come in handy." you say, pulling his arm towards your bedroom.

"Dude, can you please let me go?" he begged, being pulled along without permission, "I'm straight and I have to continue working and this is just wrong on so many levels."

Ignoring his pleas, you pushed him down on the bed, face up, and began pulling off his shorts. The deliveryman was unable to resist, lying in disgust as you exposed his lower half. His cock was flaccid, obviously a straight man with no interest in being ravaged by a male stranger. That wasn't your target though. Pulling him to the edge of the bed, you pushed his legs up and wide, exposing his most intimate area.

"Fuck dude, no!" he yelled, finally realising your intentions.

"Can you hold your legs like that?" you ask, "It'll be easier for both of us."

Despite the deliveryman's protests, he hooked each arm under his legs, showing off his hole to you. You leered at him.

"Fuck, that is so hot." you moan, opening the tub of moisturiser.

"Fuck you!" he yelled, before gasping at the cool sensation on his hole.

You took a dollop of moisturiser and began massaging his cherry, preparing him.

"Dude, I don't think lotion is meant to be used as lube." he said, trying to reason with you than **** you, "It's not healthy. Maybe you should actually try find some real lube?"

"But doesn't it feel so good." you coo, working a finger inside of him.

The deliveryman gasped at the intrusion, probably the first thing to go up his man canal. Somewhere inside, you were aware he was probably right about the lube, but you were too horny to care. You worked in the singular finger, twisting it and pistoning his hole to relax it for even bigger objects. He groaned, not used to his backdoor being played with. You decided to add a second finger, making him cry out. With your free hand, you slowly masterbated your aching dick. Using the moisturiser, your pole was becoming slick and ready for action.