THE DELIVERY
By Michele D.

I had just finished editing and labeling the bank computer tapes when
 there was a knock at the door.  It was the UPS man for the night pickup.
"Tonight I have a delivery for YOU, Ms. D."  
"What is it?" I asked.  
"I don't know,  it's in a plain brown paper wrapper."
I know I didn't order anything, and if I did, I would never have it sent here. 
I took my letter opener and cut the seal and opened the box, while the UPS
man stood and waited.  "What in the world...?"  I pulled out a box with a 9"
vibrator, a box with a 4" dildo, and a package marked "free gift", which was 
something I had never seen the likes of before.  It was a little pink rubber 
wand with a bulbous head.  But that wasn't the "piece de resistance".   The
best was yet to be opened!  The box was marked, "The mechanical tongue". 
The UPS man shared in my delight over the box's contents. I turned on the 
coffee machine.  This night would be a lot longer than anticipated.
The UPS man, who incidentally had the name Vince embroidered on his shirt, 
informed me that this was his last stop, and he would gladly wait for me so
that I wouldn't have to walk out into the parking lot alone.  Although that
was sweet of him, the glint in his eye told me that my welfare wasn't the 
only thing on his agenda.  I opened the carton containing the "tongue". 
"Have you ever seen anything like this?"  I asked him.  He smiled sheepishly.

Vince pushed the stack of files and papers to one side of my desk  "Up, 
up, up," he ordered, "we are going to try this baby out!"  Grasping the edge
of the desk, I slid my bottom up onto the cleared surface between my computer 
and pile of chaos.  Vince sat in my rolling secretary chair squarely in front of me. 
I was reluctant at first, but this man has the power to enchant.  He can melt a
glacier with his smile.  He buried his hands under my skirt, pulling off my nylons
then my panties.  My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and he placed my heels
on the edge of the desk, my knees parallel with my ears.  I found myself 
precariously balanced on my coccyx bone.  His nimble fingers parted my 
dark pubic hair then spread my secretions up and down my slit.  He then
took the little pink number and plugged my asshole with it, pushing it deeply 
so it would stay in position while he busied himself with the "tongue testing."
Now, I have to tell you, this "tongue" was huge.  It looked like a cow's 
tongue, detached, that you might find in the grocer's freezer.  I could feel
it fill my cavernous vagina even before he turned it on or touched me with it. 
When he flicked the switch on, it sounded like a chain saw coming at me.  I
closed my eyes tightly.  The surface, rough like a terry washrag licked my clit,
pushing it out of its protective covering.  Another flick of the switch and it was 
pounding me with a stabbing movement.  My clit felt engorged and that it would
explode any minute.  Unexpectedly, and to my delight, "the tongue" started to
rotate like a drill.  Vince plunged it into my hungry twat.  I couldn't contain 
myself, and lost my balance.  Grabbing Vince's head, I ultimately pulled his
face right into my tangled nest of curls and just in time to catch my cum on 
the tip of his tongue.  He came away looking like the little boy that ate the
whole pie, holding the pink anal stimulator between his teeth, lips and cheeks
slick with my wetness.  He stood up and we kissed.  "Your turn, your turn!"
I squealed, "We still have 2 more toys to try, and I do want you to feel this
 monstrous tongue on and in your bod!  

After unfastening his pants, they slid down, pooling around his ankles.
His boxers followed.   He grew anxious and annoyed with my dalliance
as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  His two little pink nipples stared  at
me like wide anticipating eyes. I gave them equal attention as I licked
one, then the other. They were sweet and tender to my lips. I nibbled
and gently sucked.  Slowly and deliberately, I ran my fingers down
the center of his torso.  Little goose bumps appeared on the surface 
of his skin.  A little cup on my desk contained paper clips and rubber 
bands.  I removed two paper clips and fastened one on each nipple
before returning to my desired destination.  His cock was warm and
steamy, the head a pretty shade of fuchsia, the eye oozing.  The 9" vibrator
seemed to match up just right, so I took it and held it to the underside of 
his cock and secured it with a rubber band.  I retrieved a small hand towel
from my supply closet and draped it across my desk to soften the sharp
edges, then instructed him to bend over the desk and spread his legs.  
He became reticent, but words were not needed any longer.  I was 
able to read his body language like a book.  After surveying the situation,
I came to the conclusion that  his anal opening was a little tense.  I needed
to loosen it up with my fingers before I could impale him with a more
pleasurable delight.  Fortunately, a little plastic tube of bearing oil came 
with the tongue so I broke open the plastic capsule and poured it on.  I
slowly massaged, then began penetrating, stretching and massaging his
tense muscles until relaxed.   His anus snapped shut when he heard the 
buzzing of the "tongue", but I pushed and prodded until I got a good 2" 
up into him.  It vibrated, it rotated, it pounded, it did everything but swallow.  
"I'm going to cum!" he yelled.
"No, not yet," I replied, then reached around to his cock and tightened 
the rubber band to prevent ejaculation. I put the tongue down and replaced 
it with the 4" dildo then pushed him down to a sitting position on my chair.  
Grabbing a scissors, I snipped the rubber band.  Vince held the vibrator 
in place while I straddled him and slid down the double tether.  His warm 
semen flowed into my womb.  This was the quintessence of the evening 
for both of us. 

We collapsed in each others arms.  The chair somehow 
rolled to the other side of the room. Just when I thought every drop of 
fluid was drained out of him, I removed the dildo from his rectum, but alas, 
more cum began to spurt from his fire hose.  He wasn't the only one leaking, 
his creamy cum was on it's way down my leg.  We simultaneously broke a 
smile, laid down in the 69 position and voraciously lapped up the secretions.  

As we dressed, a few business cards dropped out of Vinny's shirt pocket.
I picked one up, and right under the UPS logo were the words: "We deliver!"

The End