A special delivery

Her arms were numb. Her chest ached against the rough doorframe. The sun burned across her back, and the lotion the policeman had smeared into her cunt made her pussy slicker with every passing second.

Linda couldn’t take it anymore. She had to get free. She had to come.

Gravel shifted again. Someone new approached. She held her breath, listening hard. The step was lighter, less certain. A voice followed, low and uncertain.

“Mrs. J? Bloody hell… is that you?”

Her heart thumped. It was one of the young men from the village — she recognized the voice, though couldn’t put a name to it. Someone who had delivered parcels before, maybe. He sounded flustered, but he hadn’t run away. He was still standing there. Still watching.

Linda licked her lips, her pride crumbling under the weight of her need. She lowered her voice, making it breathy, coaxing.

“Yes… it’s me,” she whispered. “I’m stuck. I can’t get out.”

A pause. Then: “You— you’re half naked.”

Her cunt clenched hard. She let her ass wriggle in the frame, showing him everything. “I know,” she purred, shame burning her cheeks. “I need help. Please. If you free me, I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

The silence was heavy, charged. Then footsteps drew closer.

“Whatever I want?” His voice cracked, half disbelief, half hunger.

Linda’s whole body shuddered with a mix of humiliation and excitement. “Yes. Anything. Just… get me out of here.”

A hand landed on her hip, tentative at first, then firmer. Another grazed her inner thigh, sliding through the slick lotion. Fingers pressed between her lips, testing, and came away wet.

“Fuck me…” he muttered. “You’re soaked.”

Linda groaned. “Yes. Use me. Please.”

The air shifted, his trousers unzipped, the sound sharp and obscene. Then something hot and hard pressed against her slit, nudging, probing. Linda arched her back as much as the frame would allow, presenting herself, offering everything.

“Take it,” she whispered harshly. “I’m yours. Just fuck me free.”

And then he thrust.

Her cunt swallowed him, greedy, slick, her walls clenching tight around his cock. Linda cried out, her voice breaking with the sudden, brutal relief.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me—”

He pounded into her, each stroke jarring her body against the frame, her tits swinging violently beneath her, her nipples raw from the wood. The dog door squeaked in protest, but Linda didn’t care. She was being used, taken, filled — and she had begged for it.

Her shame only made her wetter. Her humiliation only made her cunt tighter.

“God, you’re fucking unbelievable,” he grunted, his hips slamming into her ass.

Linda wailed, her pleasure sharp and ragged, her pussy convulsing around him. She was close, so close, the friction tearing her apart, dragging her toward the release she’d been denied all afternoon.

She screamed when it hit her, her climax exploding through her body, soaking his cock, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, her breasts slapping against the door, her arms useless inside the house.

He groaned, driving into her harder, and then his cock pulsed, thick and hot, filling her with his release.

Linda moaned, luxuriating in the filthy ecstasy of it — trapped, fucked, and finally freed from her unbearable need.

But when his breathing slowed, he stepped back, his cock slipping free, his cum dripping down her thighs.

And Linda was still stuck.

Her cunt twitched, wanting more.

“Don’t leave me here,” she whispered, her voice ragged, pleading. “Please… I’ll do anything.”

And the footsteps retreated, leaving her panting, dripping, **** once more.