The Mailman and the Hunter

The grip of those vines was indeed very strong, and there wasn't a moment that Hunter wasn't on his mind. Still, there were more questions than answers at this point. Everything moved so fast, it all felt like a dream. A wild, sexy, perfect dream, but still a fantasy nonetheless. It was unlike anything Mark had ever experienced. He wasn't used to being desired. He certainly wasn't used to feeling like he had this kind of power over another person. It was all a very new sensation that he was learning how to understand.

Was it just sex, or could it be something more? Would she want it to be more? Would it ruin the fun if he opened up that can of worms? He was nervous about ruining the first good thing in his life in a long time. Suffering through years of a passionless, sexless marriage devoid of emotional connection had left him scarred. It's why he hadn't dated since the divorce was finalized. The damage to his confidence was severe, and he didn't know if he could handle another blow. But maybe now was the time.

Hunter woke the following morning, and opened her eyes with a grin on her face. She was honestly still glowing from the events of the prior day. She sat in her living room, watching the sunrise through the window, sipping her coffee, and wondered if he was thinking of her. She'd had a few flings between her marriage ending and now, but nothing serious. No one that came close to making her feel like Mark did in their short time together. The way he controlled her body, it was something that she needed with every fiber of her being. It made her wet just thinking back on it, and she couldn't wait for him to arrive that afternoon.

She also had questions. Neither of them knew what love in a post-collapsed marriage era would even feel like. She had walls around her heart that she knew wouldn't be easy to tear down. Of course she didn't even know if he wanted to try. All she knew was the way this man touched her, held her, kissed her and fucked her, made her feel like everything made sense in that moment. Her mouth was watering at the next opportunity to serve him.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though the United States Postal Service had other ideas for them. Not every day could be as leisurely as they required to continue their afternoon tryst. Mark knew as soon as he walked in the office that he was in for a rough one. He walked past the stacks of letter trays, piled higher than he'd seen in weeks. The hampers were full of packages that were overflowing. To top it off, his supervisor greeted him as he strolled toward his case with a look of desperation that could only mean one thing: overtime.

"Hey Mark, we're in a bit of a pinch today," his supervisor Alex pleaded. It's nothing he hadn't heard before. "We've got a lot of mail and a couple sick calls, do you think you could help us out with a piece on another route today?"

Mark sighed. In the past he was always a team player, understanding the needs of the service. The mail must go through, right? But today, knowing his mail was already heavy and that alone would set him behind, the thought of doing extra work filled him with grief. Especially considering the fact that all he really wanted to do was get to Hunter's house in hopes of a repeat encounter from the prior day. But, duty called, and Mark begrudgingly accepted his overtime piece. Hey, money is money, he thought to himself.

Hunter waited patiently, going through her day, emails, meetings, spreadsheets, inventory. The same things she did every day. She was so good at her job it actually bored her to tears at this point. No challenge, unless her underlings were being especially incompetent, which was usually the case. Fixing the mistakes of others was her norm. But at least she could handle it, the money was good and the hours better. She couldn't help but be constantly staring out the window, waiting for a particular mailman to come strolling by. It's not as if they'd exactly exchanged numbers between getting completely caught up in the passion of each other's bodies, so Mark had no way of warning her that he'd be very late that day. She looked back and forth from her dogs who were always ready to sound the alarm of the approaching intruder, and the window, just hoping to catch a glimpse.

By the time Mark had finished his overtime work he was already almost two hours behind schedule, and even as he rushed to make it through his own route, the additional volume of mail was too much to overcome. He thought to himself there's just no way he was getting what he wanted today. He was saddened, obviously, but there was nothing he could do about it. Of course the job would have to come first. She'd understand, he hoped.

Hunter was smart enough to figure out that as the hours of the clock ticked past, something had to be up. Either he was off that day, and his replacement was really struggling to keep up to his pace, or his day was especially miserable. She was deviously hoping for the latter. She finished her daily work tasks and hung up her headset, all the while formulating a plan. She slipped out of her casual work attire, went to her bedroom and put on something sexier, a lacy black lingerie bodysuit that gripped every curve of her frame just right. She did her makeup and glided a light pink lipstick over her lips. As a final touch, she braided her long dark hair into a ponytail, emerging from her bedroom looking like a goddess, and she waited.

With each passing moment she grew hungrier, hornier for him to arrive. At this point she really hoped it wasn't his day off. Finally, after what felt like an eternal torture, she heard her dogs run to the window and start barking, the tell-tale sign of an approaching letter carrier. She leapt to her feet, and quickly followed them, peeking out the window from behind the curtain. Certain to not be seen, but of course, she had to be sure it was, in fact, him.

Much to her delight, she recognized her mailman walking up to her neighbor's house. He looked tired, an obviously difficult day written on the expression of his face. She had just enough time to put the final finishing touch on her plans. She rushed to the door, taped a note to it, and closed it just before he deposited her neighbor's mail and turned toward her house.

Mark was exhausted. It was truly the day from hell. He knew when all was said and done he was probably looking at close to a 12-hour shift. He knew he didn't have either the time or the energy to spare to have another go with his new flame, but still, approaching her house, he was just hopeful to get to say a few words to her and catch a glimpse of her smile. Even that would be enough to brighten the worst of days.

He didn't see her outside in the garden, so he assumed she was inside, or perhaps out running errands. For a moment, he was saddened, as he gathered her mail to place it into her box. As he reached out to leave it, he paused, noticing the card on the door. He dropped the mail in the box and reached for the card. On it read just two words, "Open me." His sad expression immediately transformed into a curious grin. And despite being very late, he couldn't resist playing her game.

His heart started to race as he slowly opened the door. And once it was finally opened, what he saw behind it accelerated that heart rate into a full blown sprint. Hunter was there waiting, dolled up, in her lacy lingerie. She had placed a pillow down beneath her and was kneeling for him, her hands on her thighs. He was stopped dead in his tracks. His lips separated as his jaw literally dropped. He was frozen, as if time had stopped moving. She grinned at him, before breaking the silence. "I was starting to worry you weren't coming," she said in a most sultry tone.

Her breaking of the silence broke Mark out of his temporary trance. He slowly moved toward her, and seeing her posed like that immediately aroused him into a frenzy. The bulge beneath his shorts formed rapidly, and Hunter never failed to notice. He smiled down at her, exhausted, but desperate to play along. "Sorry I'm late," he explained, "It's been quite the day."

Hunter stayed still, never moving from her pose. She looked up into his kind, tired eyes, directing him with her own gaze. "Don't apologize to me, sir," she answered. "You're a hard working man, and that hard work deserves to be rewarded." The tone in her voice was absolutely dripping with sexuality, as the undertones of her words were anything but subtle.

He was reluctant, as he was already going to be so late getting back to the office, but he couldn't stop looking at her, with her words still hanging in the air. His mind told him to resist but his body inched closer, taking another step toward her, now close enough that Hunter could reach out and touch him, but she remained still. Every single second that ticked by, the tension mounted. There was no fighting it. Mark's lust for her was going to win this battle every time. He'd deal with any work-related consequences later. Right now all he wanted was her. He looked down into her big brown eyes and she looked back at him, biting her bottom lip. "So reward me," he finally commanded.

She didn't want to show it, but those words filled her with a lust so powerful it took over her entire body. She was already so horny from hours of waiting for him. Hungry from imagining his cock sliding down her throat for the first time. And now that she finally had her command, she was about to blow his fucking mind.

She kept her eyes locked on his as she let her hand glide over the soft fabric of his uniform, all along his now stiff and bulging shaft. She caressed it in her hand, stroking back and forth, teasing him though she wanted to rip his shorts right off. Never breaking their eye contact, she reached up to his belt, unbuckling the metal buckle and loosening the grip it had on his waist. Ever so slowly she worked her hand along his throbbing dick, as her other agonizingly tugged his zipper down little by little. Finally she unbuttoned him, slipped her fingers inside the waist of his boxer shorts, pulled his shorts down, and freed the beast raging beneath.

His cock sprung forth, so close to her hungry lips she could almost taste it. Pre-cum already glistening at the tip of his fully aroused manhood. She reached out for him, taking his long, thick shaft in her hand and began to stroke him tenderly. Getting to play with him and show him all the attention he had given her. She softly cupped his balls in her left hand and teased them playfully as she continued to stroke up and down the shaft with her right. Her eyes locked onto his dick like it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen.

His legs were trembling at her every touch. He didn't dare move as she worked him like an artist sculpts clay in her hands. Every touch of her soft skin sent his nerves firing. It was so desperately needed in this moment, and he just let her take over. Doing nothing but releasing his tension through soft moans every time she did something new that felt incredible.

She leaned in closer, and looked up into his eyes as she started to use her lips. She began by placing gentle kisses along his upper thighs, over his pelvis, down his shaft, while she continued to massage his balls in her hand. She was slow and dedicated, determined to give him everything he had already given her. Next she removed her hand and kissed the underside of his cock before tenderly kissing his balls, first the left and then the right, and then finally taking them, one by one into her mouth. She could taste the sweat from his skin and even that turned her on more. She focused her gaze on them as she took each one at a time, and played with them with her tongue. She started to stroke his cock once again, stimulating him in ways he'd never even hoped to experience, but now that he had, he couldn't get enough. "Mmmmmm, good girl" he couldn't help but moan.

She loved the salty taste of his skin. She loved being so close to him. She loved how he moaned for her, but she especially loved when he called her a good girl. It made her all the more eager to taste his cock, so she released the grip her lips held on his balls and continued her work, once again kissing along the underside of his rigid dick, all the way up, careful not to miss a single inch. She held him tightly in her grasp around the base as she playfully flicked the underside of his head. She swirled her tongue around and around slowly, coating him with her spit as she did. He couldn't stop whimpering, the attention to detail, the slow, almost agonizing motions of her tongue, felt so incredible, but so, so torturous as he wanted so much more.

She lifted her gaze up to his eyes as she was ready to give him more of what he wanted. She kept eye contact as she wrapped her lips tightly around the head of his cock and took him inside of her. Only allowing herself to take the first couple inches before pausing, and using her tongue to torture him. Never averting her eyes from his, even as he threw his head back in ecstasy, whimpering like she hadn't heard before. She teased the head of his cock, kissing it like she had kissed his lips just a day before, dancing along his manhood with her tongue.

She used her hand and stroked him as she started to slide him in and out. Stroking in an exact rhythm to match her lips, which still only descended a few inches at a time. Teasing, manipulating, edging, focusing on giving him the pleasure he deserved. She could feel him throbbing between her lips and she was hungry for more, but she wanted to tease every last moan out of his breath. She wanted to make him beg for more. She wanted him to know exactly how good she could make him feel. She wanted to build his lust to the point of no return.

She continued to look up at him with those deviously flirtatious eyes, as she wrapped her lips tightly around his girth. Ever so slightly taking a bit more of him as she worked. Dragging out every long, slow descent onto his shaft, the tease that she was. Her tongue continued its ongoing tango as it was almost just as torturous for her. Nothing would have pleased her more than to take him entirely down her throat, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She was milking every last moment, every last touch, every last sensation from his body, until he would have absolutely no choice left but to take control.

He looked down at her, a horny, sweaty, mess of a man who so desperately needed a release. Their eyes locked on each other and it was as if he knew what she was telling him without her ever saying a word. The side of himself that he never knew before he met her started to reveal itself once again. He reached his hand around the back of her head, and slipped her ponytail between his fingers. Using it to grip her tightly as he started to move her down along his shaft. He held back at first, just easing her onto him a little deeper than she had been going on her own. Enough to show her that he had control, but that he wasn't going to hurt her.

When he gripped onto her like that, and started to work her lips up and down her shaft, Hunter absolutely melted. She would have let him do absolutely anything to her in that moment. She relaxed and became his as he continued to use her lips to build toward his climax. Her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft as he pulled her deeper onto him. He steadily continued, not too quickly, letting her throat adjust to each additional inch as he slid it deeper inside her mouth. He was strong but tender with her, and she loved it.

The pace continued to quicken, as he fucked her sweet little mouth. Still yet to fully extend his cock down her throat. Her eyes began watering a bit, and her makeup began to smear. It only made her look that much hotter to him. It only made him want her more. It made him want to feel her lips pressed to the base of his shaft. His heart was bursting out of his chest. His cock was throbbing and desperate for more. He couldn't resist another second as he gripped her hair tighter. He forced himself all the way down her throat and held her there, as she gagged and choked and gasped for air. This feeling swept over him like a wave of lustful pleasure. He never wanted to release her, but did so after a few blissful seconds, allowing her to gasp for air as she released his cock from her lips.

Her mascara started to run down her cheeks as her eyes watered from gagging on him. She looked up at him as she desperately sought her breath. Even more desperately she sought something else. And as she was able to collect herself just enough, she was able to whimper a single word, "More."

He bit his bottom lip and his eyes burned with a new devilish fire as her words rang through the still evening air. It was all he needed to hear. He gripped her tightly and forced her lips back onto him, and this time, he didn't hold back. He fucked her throat with a vicious lust, plunging his cock all the way down and back again, her lips gripping him tightly as she hung on, desperate to milk every drop of cum from within. She was gagging, crying, struggling to breathe, but she was also loving every minute of it.

He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, and he wasn't about to stop now. He thrust his hips forward as he pulled her lips to him, and suddenly, as he was completely buried deep down her throat, he exploded. His cock twitching and throbbing and jettisoning stream after stream of the hot sticky magma that erupted from his shaft. He filled her so fully that it poured from her lips and back onto his cock as he released her slowly and she began to regain her sense of self. Everything from the last few minutes was a blur. As she came back to reality, she was sure to lick up every last drop that spilled as he let go of her hair and freed her from his grasp.

He reached down and lifted her chin for her to look up at him as they both fought to catch their respective breath. He crouched down and placed a kiss on her sweaty forehead, her makeup destroyed, her eyes still watering, her breath still heavy. He pulled up his shorts and buckled his belt before reaching for her, and lifting her finally to her feet. He smiled as he looked in her eyes before he leaned in close to her ear. "Daddy has to go now, but you were such a good girl" He whispered, as he closed his lips around her earlobe and chills ran throughout her entire body.