The Mailman and the Hunter

Mark walked away from that encounter feeling like he was levitating above his own body. Who was that person in there? Certainly not someone he recognized. Not the timid, shy, unconfident man he knew himself to be ever since his last relationship went down the drain. He felt so empowered by what he had been able to do to her, to this bold and strong woman, who so willingly gave herself up to him, that he couldn't help but focus all of his thoughts on what else he could do with her.

He had never been the dominant type in the past. Always simply content to go along with the sexual wishes of his partner, never really thinking of his own needs, his own deep, lustful desires. Yet as he laid in bed that evening, thinking back on their encounter and finally releasing the built up sexual tension, all he could think about was taking her, claiming her, owning her. He had already let one relationship die because of a lack of sexual fire. He was determined not to let another opportunity slip from his grasp.

And as Hunter laid in her bed, she was thinking the very same thing. The skill of his tongue was one thing, but the way he touched her, grabbed her, tossed her to the bed. The way he looked at her, the way he pinned her, the way he focused on her, taking control of her, it was everything she craved. So much of her life was about her taking control of everything around her. She craved a man worthy of controlling her. One she could completely submit to, and fulfill each of their deepest desires. She touched herself that night, thinking not only of what they had already done, but the possibilities of what could come next.

They both rushed through their mornings that next day, trying to get as much of their respective work done as quickly as possible before their inevitable next encounter. Hunter was firing off emails, barking out orders, making sure her inventory was accounted for. She had moved all of her meetings to the morning, as she knew he generally arrived in the early afternoon. As difficult as it was to stay focused, she crushed it, as was her usual.

Mark set up his route with a haste that he hadn't known in ages. Steve, owner of the route whose carrier case was right next to Mark's, noticed enough to make a comment about it. "Why are you in such a rush? Hot date?" he asked. Mark rolled his eyes at the absolutely cringy question, but he wasn't exactly wrong, either.

"Why don't you just try and keep up, Steve" He quipped back, shrugging him off, gathering his parcels and rolling off to the parking lot to load his truck. Soon he was on his way, delivering with an added sense of urgency, a quickness to his pace, and a briefness to his interactions with other customers.

He was somewhat nervous as he approached her house. Afterall, there wasn't a real conversation after their last encounter. He didn't know for an absolute fact what would happen next. He didn't want to assume anything, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted her. He wanted all of her.

As he walked up the path that led to her steps, she opened the door, standing before him with a confident, sexy grin. Her dogs were sure to let her know when he was approaching. She was dressed casual, tight jeans and a low cut black tank top that showed off just enough cleavage to get Mark's blood pumping immediately. "Why hello, Mr. Mailman," she teased him in her greeting, "You're early today."

"Am I?" he quipped back, "I hadn't noticed." He bullshitted with a grin that countered her own. "And why aren't you hard at work bossing people around on your little headset?"

She paused only a split second, before replying "Oh trust me, I've done enough bossing around for one day. It's exhausting." She sighed.

His heart beat faster and faster. He never took his eyes off hers. "Well then I guess you've got enough time to invite me in for a drink," He offered boldly, knowing how well that worked for him the last time.

Hunter knew he wasn't after a drink. She just batted her eyes at him, and said "Yes sir," as she spun around and led the way inside the house. He watched and followed, captivated by the way her denim jeans gripped her figure. She returned from the refrigerator with another cold glass and sat down on the couch upon handing it to him.

He took it as an invitation to sit next to her. His haste to get to her house paying off, as he could enjoy every moment of her company. Still neither one of them making a move, or even acknowledging the events of the prior day. Mark stayed stoic as he took a sip from the glass. Her knee touched his as she turned toward him. Her eyes focused on him, looking up and down his uniform, in a sultry, flirtatious way. "So Mr. Mailman, tell me about yourself. You got kids? A wife? Girlfriend? A hobby other than peeking through the windows of strangers?"

He grinned. "Ya know, you're going to have to start calling me Mark, eventually" as he casually placed his hand on her knee. "And no, no kids. No wife, been there, done that. No girlfriend. At least not yet." He paused to take another sip as Hunter listened to his reply. "And I don't know, I guess between work and all the time I spend gazing at strangers it doesn't leave time for many other hobbies." He teased back. "What about you?"

Never the one to shy away from her own confidence, she answered him, "Well at least you picked a good one to gaze at," with a grin as she playfully moved her foot along his calf. "I'm a simple girl. Give me sunshine, a breeze and my garden and I'll be happy for days."

He looked around the room, noticing all the plants she had adorning her decor. "I have noticed you spending time out there, growing all this lovely greenery." His leg dancing back with her as the tension continued to grow.

"Mmmmm yes, it certainly is my happy place," She answered, turning her gaze back to meet his eyes. "You'd better be careful. Once my vines start to grow inside of you, there's no turning back." She grinned the most sinister grin as his heart skipped a beat to her words. He leaned in closer to her, close enough that he could whisper into her ear, "Well I'm not running away." Once again closing his teeth around her ear as the last word left his lips. It sent shivers down her spine and made her desperately aroused.

As he pulled back from her ear, their eyes met once again, their lips just inches apart. "If you're not running away then what are you waiting for? Take me, sir." Hunter begged, and Mark hesitated no longer. He leaned in, kissing her immediately. A deep, heavy, passionate kiss. He swiftly reached for her top, only breaking their lips to throw it over her head, then immediately reconnecting them for more. He ran his fingertips around her sides and quickly unclasped her bra, letting it fall between them as her hands clawed at his back.

His lips raced toward her neck, diving back in for another taste of her skin. He couldn't get enough. His heart racing and bulge building beneath his pants, he swept her up into his arms. Her words still ringing in his ears. 'Take me sir'. He carried her to her bedroom, and tossed her to the bed. She watched as he stood there, a hunger in her eyes as he unbuttoned every button of his Postal shirt. He quickly followed by throwing his undershirt over his head and tossing it aside. She bit her lip, as she craved the monster raging beneath his shorts.

He quickly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off, before unbuckling his belt and letting his own shorts fall to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his boxer shorts, his full erection barely contained by the thin fabric above. He looked into her eyes and he could see her lust for him. Her hunger. A hunger he shared for her. Still those words playing over and over in his mind. He reached down and slid her panties off, baring her whole body for him. As much as it would have delighted him to taste her once again, the craving he had to feel himself inside of her was more than he could bear. She remained quiet, but slowly spread her legs for him.

Finally, he slid his boxer shorts off, releasing his fully engorged cock, standing at attention for her. Hunter looked at it for the first time and it was beautiful. Thick, uncut, veiny and throbbing. She wanted him inside of her so desperately that she moaned at the mere sight of it. And upon hearing her moan, he only wanted her more. He climbed into the bed with her, swiftly positioning himself on top of her small frame. He leaned his lips back to hers and kissed her again, as he reached down to guide his cock to her soaking, hungry pussy. He playfully rubbed the tip along up and down her wet slit, coating himself in her juices before breaking their kiss to stare into her eyes as he began to enter her.

Inch after inch he pressed inside, stretching her wide open with his girth. Slowly he moved, wanting her to feel each additional inch, as they gazed into each other's eyes. She moaned with each slight movement, feeling him go deeper and deeper, engulfing his cock with her pussy, until he was finally all the way inside, his hips touched to hers, his stomach rubbing her clit, and his thick cock stretching her to her limits.

He lingered there, pressed all the way inside of her, for moment after moment, as their chests slowly rose and fell in harmony with each other. This connection between them burned hotter than anything that either had ever felt in any past relationship. They didn't need to say a word to know how the other felt. Their chemistry was so natural. Once Mark was certain she was properly adjusted to his girth, he started to withdraw himself from her grip. Slowly, inch after inch he pulled himself out of her. Never breaking their deep eye contact, or their rhythmic breathing. They were completely in sync.

He plunged back inside of her, as he grasped her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. Quicker this time, but still deliberate. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel every last inch of him as he began to gain a rhythm. She moaned as he gained steam, and started to really fuck her for the first time. He couldn't help but groan back, as her voice, her body, her everything made him weak. He leaned in and kissed her neck as he penetrated her. Every time he touched his lips to that soft skin she moaned louder. Her neck was her weakness, and he had quickly learned to use it.

The lust inside them both growing with every thrust, he really started to pour himself into her. Attacking her pussy with a ferocity now. Not holding anything back, again and again and again he thrusted inside of her wet folds, as she took him deep inside. Without hesitation, he reached down and started to play with her clit between their bodies, rubbing furiously, as he still held her wrists to the bed with the other. She was powerless to stop him, not that she would have ever dreamed of it.

As he could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax, he looked deep into her eyes with a vicious lust that no one had ever seen before in his eyes. He wanted her so badly. So desperately. And she wanted him. He finally released her wrists, only to reach down and lift her legs up onto his shoulders. She loved the way he handled her body, screaming out with pleasure, "Oh... Mark..." between exasperated breaths, as he continued to punish her aching pussy, even deeper from this new position of strength. It was the first time she had actually said his name. "Please... don't stop.... Mark... cum inside me..." She begged as he railed her.

Her moans, her words, and the perfect grip on his cock were more than he could bear any longer, and he held nothing back as he pounded her, fully, deeply, until he erupted inside of her. The hot, sticky cum filling her pussy immediately triggered Hunter's climax, cumming right in unison with him. Her legs shook, and they both moaned out as they came together. He held his cock fully extended inside of her as the last streams of cum poured from within him. Her body held in his arms, her knees pinned to her chest.

They stayed just like that for a few lingering moments, staring into each other's eyes, as Mark's cock softened inside of her. Neither of them wanted to move. Neither of them wanted to let go of this feeling. They waited as each of them caught their breath, before Mark finally began to unpin Hunter from his powerful grasp. As he did, she playfully wrapped her legs around his waist again, and giggled. He giggled back, smiling into her eyes and saying "You know I have to finish my route..."

She pouted with her sexy, bratty pouty lips and said "I don't want you to go daddy," tightening her grip on him with her thighs. He just looked down at her and smiled, before leaning into her ear and whispering "I know Princess, but I will always be back. There's so much more I want to do with you. We're just getting started, and I'm definitely not running away," he assured her confidently.

She grinned as she loosened her grip around his waist. "Oh it's too late for that now. You had your chance to run. I tried to warn you. Now you've got my vines growing inside of you, and their grip is strong." She called back to their prior conversation. It was music to his ears.