This is a sequel to Story Delivery 1.
Please read that one first, as this story will not make much sense without it.
Also, this sequel contains somewhat unusual kinks which may not be your cup of tea. Don't downvote it because of it. Just move on. Or better yet, be open minded about it, try it out in your bedroom, you might be just as thrilled as the next couple!
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Today was another bright day. Brighter yet as I knew I had a package for Kimberly. I carefully saved that one to make it my last delivery of the day.
All through the day, I thought of how my last delivery might go. Was she still the cheery Kimberly I learned to know? Was she mad? Oh, maybe, did she tell Tom, her husband and now was he waiting for me, shotgun in hand?
Yes, as much as that last visit was one hell of a score for me, I wasn't too sure of how good of an idea that was. I could feel my deodorant failing as I thought about it.
It was mid afternoon when I had my list of deliveries complete, except one.
It was another heavy envelope, one that required a signature.
Pen in one hand, package in the other, I rang the doorbell. I was almost panting, definitely had a flushed face, and despite my nerves, I couldn't wait to see her and hear how she was doing, maybe she would even share how things went after I left...
RRRiiiinnnggg. Rrriiinggg.
It seemed it took too much time.
Wait, I could hear footsteps. Quick ones, small steps.
The door swung open and bounced off the stop.
Kimberly just stood there, in her skintight white sports bra and a yoga style pair of bright red shorts. A pair of new cherry red sneakers completed the outfit which obviously accented her toned tan legs.
"Hi!" Her voice sounded welcoming. You would have never known that I borderline raped her.
"Hi." she said again: "Thank you for bringing my next case. I almost feared I would be assigned a new courier service guy."
My heart skipped a beat. It was painfully obvious she was referring to what happened.
"Hi Kimberly" I said. "How are you?" I tried to be as upbeat as I could be. But when her eyes slanted down, I asked: "Are you mad?"
A flash of a second later she had the naugtiest look in her eyes. It almost looked like she was thinking devil's thoughts, but I assured myself, that was just in my mind, that wasn't really what she was showing through that you-only-will-meet-once-in-a-lifetime type of naughty smile.
She reached for my package and pulled me inside with it. The door seemed to close itself.
I tried to say something about signing and I would be on my way. Not much comprehensible noise came out.
I tried again. "How are you? What happened after I left? Are you OK?"
She lowered her eyes, only to lift them shortly after. There was energy in that look.
"Tom was PISSED!" she said it softly, but the tone sounded like a thunderstorm.
"I am so s.." That was as far as I got before she interrupted me.
Louder she continued: "He had a Terrible day! And to make matters worse, he sent me a few texts on his way home to ask if he needed to pick up anything at the store for dinner. He was already in a mood, and the fact I didn't reply -Thanks to you and your rope antics!- didn't help matters."
"When he came home, all I could hear was a short squeal in the garage for he pulled in too fast. Then the mudroom door slammed, something he never does. He stormed in, and found me, obviously as you left me."
"He wasted no time, and lost his pants even before he reached me. He was aggressive, his big hands groped me, without any foreplay he plunged into me."
"I tried to resist as much as I could, but with your sperm still dripping out of me, I had no chance. He sank his dick inside of me within seconds of slamming the mudroom door. He didn't let up on anything until he sprayed all over my insides."
Her monologue lifted a little, a smile peeked through, and she continued: "It was just what he needed though. He was all sweet afterwards. He untied me, kissed me, hugged me. He was nice to me."
"He questioned me about the rope, how I got that arranged like that. I just answered I wanted to present a surprise. He surely did get a surprise."
She looked at me with her naughty smile. "I didn't quite tell him quite everything about the surprise he stuck his dick into..."
I had no idea what to say or do next. I am sure I had a stunned look on my face that even a mummy couldn't replicate. I vaguely reached out for the pen and the signature sheet.
"Oh, no, no, no, nooo." She giggled, maybe more to herself than to me, as she turned her body and moved the pen and sheet out of my way.
"Come with me for a minute" as she paced off and up the stairs off the hallway.
I wasn't sure what to do, but as I found myself quickly alone, I ended up following her. Not with the same bounce in my step as her though.
By the time I made it to the top of the stairs, she was in the middle of the room, standing on some type of foam padding that was all over the floor of this home gym. There were weights and elastic straps strewn all over, some bars and exercise benches, posters of insanely ripped hot models on the walls, lots of light from the oversize windows, and her off course.
She was holding a pillow case. Light tan in color.
"Come here, let me show you something" she beaconed me over.
She looked really good in that skin tight outfit. Her naughty smile only topped it off. What was I to do? I certainly wasn't going to just leave and miss out on checking this chick out some more.
As I stepped forward, she moved behind me. I tried to turn towards her, but a hand on my shoulder directed me not to.
"put your hands down." she said.
I could feel the cotton of the pillow case on my hands, my lower arms, slide over my triceps. It was soft and gentle.
Bam! She kicked me in the back of my knees! And with both hands applied all of her body weight to my shoulders. I buckled down, inelegantly, and landed partly on my folded over legs, my butt and my back.
She wasted no time and put her body weight on my chest.
Now my predicament became suddenly very clear. My arms were caught in that pillow case, secured in place by my own weight. And I couldn't get up because she was holding me down. Oh wait, there were two ribbons attached to that pillow case? She pulled them tight up and over my shoulders and tied them in front of my neck.
"No sliding out of that one now" she giggled as she moved about me, careful to keep all of her body weight on me. I was breathing heavily.
"Time for payback!" she exclaimed loudly. The tone of triumph was clear in her voice.
She started struggling with my belt, button and zipper. Despite my efforts to try to wrestle free, she had all that undone in almost no time.
Without hesitation she reached into my boxers. I could feel her small strong hand groping around, and given other circumstances, I am sure I would have reveled in it.
Now however, I was nervous, and as she grabbed what she was looking for, I had a reason to be.
She clamped her hand around my balls and lifted up.
Crap, this chick was strong. "Owww Ouch, Ooouuucccchhh" I screamed. She pulled on my balls so hard I had no choice but to try to follow her hand with my hips.
She used her other hand to lower my jeans and boxers. I was soon naked from the waist down.
She giggled again, with a pride, the same sound of triumph.
Without taking any weight off my chest, she reached to the side with her left foot. I heard something slide over the foam floor. A bar of some sort, with Velcro on it.
She crawled around me such that she comfortably sat on my chest. Her hands now free, I heard the Velcro getting opened. I tried to see, but with her back in front of me, right over my chest, I couldn't see much. I could feel something being wrapped around my right ankle. Then she moved forward, and sat more on my hips. Reaching forward again, and feeling my legs being spread I started to realize what she was doing, a second later I felt Velcro around my left ankle. With my legs spread wide, and the heavy bar hanging from my ankles, plenty of cold air reached my nuts.
"There" she said, obviously quite proud of herself.
"Now it will be much easier to dish out some payback. And to make a fantasy of my own come true" she added.
She slid very high on my chest, her shorts were almost touching my chin.
"When you were a little boy, I am sure you got plenty of spankings. But it obviously didn't work, since you definitely didn't behave a few days ago. Sooo... You leave me no other choice to take over where your mommy left off" she almost whispered, and the anticipation was thick in the air.
"But since you are no little boy anymore, we have to up the ante a bit. And this is how we will do that." Her voice rose as she spoke.
