The doorbell rings

You finish the last few bites of your pancakes and begin to take your plate to the sink when the doorbell rings out.

"Sarah! Get the door!" You hear your mother yell over the vacuum in the other room.

You look down at your naked body, still hardly recovered from this morning's ****, seemingly ancient dried facial clinging to your furrowed brow. All that and it should be YOU to answer the door? She knows you're naked. What is everyone's problem this morning?

You throw your dirty plate in the sink with a huff, mom can at least wash your fucking plate then. You walk towards the door, briefly considering covering yourself but deciding not to bother. If there was a penis on the other side of that door you'd probably be saving them the trouble, and if it's a vagina they'll understand. Might as well answer the door on your knees.

You open the door and greet your feeder mailman, already working himself rapidly for today's home delivery. He smiles at your chest as he jerks, pulling your head downwards with his other hand, never really looking up at your face. You take the hint and kneel to take him into your mouth. You note that you definitely should have just answered on your knees as your mouth immediately begins to fill with his unnaturally thick cum.

"Oh! Good morning, Miss!" The postman says with his high pitched voice, noticing who you are for the first time. He continues you fill your mouth to the brim as he works your head back and forth over his cock with a gentle grip on the back of your head. "This dose is for your mother, but if you'd like to swallow I can just charge you for two today!"

He shows no signs of stopping and you mouth is rapidly reaching the breaking point. You figure your mother would be more mad about you wasting her dose in the doorway than having to pay for an additional dose today, so you begrudgingly swallow the huge mouthful of the hearty liquid. The taste doesn't differ much from regular semen, but it's much more filling. A fact you note quickly after swallowing several more sudden mouthfuls.

As the hose of cum begins to finally slow the mailman begins short tentative thrusts further and further down your throat. He's already getting worked up again. This was his job after all.

Quick shot that he is though, you don't want your parents yelling at you for two additional home delivery doses this morning.