Ava stood under the hot shower spray, water cascading down her curves, but her mind was far from clean. Ryan's morning fuck had been good — surprisingly energetic — yet the orgasm had left her strangely empty. His cock felt… average again. Familiar. Safe. Nothing like the thick, relentless pounding she now craved.
She leaned against the tiled wall, fingers lazily circling her clit as steam filled the bathroom. Her thoughts drifted back to weeks ago. The day the big black box had arrived. The young delivery guy — Tyler — standing at her door in that tight black uniform, messy brown hair, cocky grin, and the unmistakable bulge in his pants when his eyes had dropped to her hard nipples.
She still had his card tucked in her nightstand drawer.
Ava smiled wickedly. *Why wait?*
She stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and grabbed her phone. Without hesitation she opened the delivery app and placed a quick order for "overnight express" — a random bottle of expensive massage oil she didn't need. She added a note in the special instructions: "Please deliver to Ava Bennett personally. I'll be home all afternoon."
She hit send. Her pussy throbbed at the thought.
Meanwhile, across town, Tyler Reynolds was finishing a delivery when his phone buzzed with the new order. He was sitting in his van, uniform shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a toned chest. At 22 years old, Tyler already lived a life most men his age could only dream of.
His backstory was simple, filthy, and perfectly suited to the job he had chosen.
Tyler had dropped out of college in his second year after getting caught in a four-month affair with his married 41-year-old English professor. The woman had been insatiable — sneaking him into her office during lunch, letting him fuck her bent over her husband's desk, even riding him in the marital bed while her husband was away on business trips. When the husband finally found out, Tyler had barely escaped with his life. The scandal forced him to leave school.
Instead of going back to classes, Tyler took a job as a premium delivery driver. The pay was decent, the hours flexible, and best of all — it gave him unlimited access to bored, neglected housewives in quiet suburban neighborhoods.
Nature had been extremely generous to him. At 9.2 inches long and impressively thick, with a slight upward curve that hit every sensitive spot, Tyler's cock had become his greatest weapon. Combined with his tall, lean-muscular build, messy brown hair, and that charming bad-boy smile, he had turned seduction into an art form.
In the last 18 months alone he had slept with 11 different married women on his regular routes. Some were quick kitchen-counter fucks while their husbands were at work. Others became regulars who texted him the second their husbands left the house. A few had even let him record them — on their knees in the living room, bent over the dining table, or riding him reverse cowgirl while still wearing their wedding rings.
He kept everything in a private encrypted folder on his phone titled "Route Specials." He loved the power. He loved turning "respectable" housewives into desperate cock-hungry sluts who moaned louder for the delivery boy than they ever did for the man they married.
And the moment he had delivered that big black dildo box to Ava Bennett weeks ago, Tyler had known she would be special. The way she had looked at him — flushed, horny, nipples hard under that thin tank top — told him everything. She was ripe. Neglected. Ready to break.
When the new order notification popped up with her name and the note "Please deliver personally," Tyler's cock twitched hard in his uniform pants.
He grinned at the screen.
"Got you," he muttered.
He typed a quick reply: "Delivery confirmed for this afternoon, Ava. I'll bring it personally. See you soon 😉"
Back at home, Ava read the message and smiled. Her pussy clenched with fresh excitement. Tyler was coming. And this time she wasn't going to stop at flirting.
She had no idea about Tyler's long list of married conquests. She had no idea he already saw her as just another trophy for his private collection. She only knew she needed a real cock again — thick, young, and eager.
And Tyler was more than happy to deliver.
**To be continued…**
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