Special Delivery

Roxanna Cross

An intriguing package is delivered to a posh residence. The door woman who accepts the delivery for the tenant is piqued by the alluring box. Yet, she cannot phantom the sophisticated resident of flat 5233 to be involved in anything her twisted mind is cooking up...

Today’s like any other one. Open the door. Greet the tenants with a polite smile here, a quiet hello there. Nothing out of the ordinary... until... the package came. The intriguing box has me imaging all kinds of naughty. Especially, since the delivery is for flat 5233.

Yet, I can’t imagine the alluring, sophisticated, Miss Sophie ordering anything from the sort of places that sends items in non-descript boxes as to avoid suspicion. I must admit my curiosity is piqued. Not only that. My nipples tighten as my imagination runs wild thinking about what could be hiding in that box, and, the sight of her with the items my naughty mind is cooking up.

Oh, that did it! My belly is now in knots. I can barely breathe. Too many images flash in my brain. Sizzling the blood in my veins. I need to get myself under control, I could get fired if they ever find out I’m crushing on one of the tenants.

Shit! Here she comes. Tall, collected, immaculate. Whatever’s in that box - it can’t be what I’m thinking. She’s too chic for that. I need to remind myself to keep my twisted mind in check as I greet her.

“Morning Miss Sophie,” Paige our building door woman says brightly. Did she say that with a bit too much enthusiasm? I wonder. No. This is just me being paranoid. I remind myself. Nobody knows what the courier just delivered. The package is a non-descript black box with no markings to identify its contents. Only I know what naughty treasures hide inside this mysterious parcel. I feel heat rising inside of me already.

As I’m waiting for the elevator doors to swish open, I try to get control of my racing heart. To no avail, it keeps beating to the tempo of an Irish jig in my chest. My thighs squeeze together tightly to provide friction on my pulsing clit. I dig my fingernails in my palms as my teeth sink in my lower lip. Ouch! The rusty salty taste of blood invades my mouth.

“Miss Sophie, you feel all right?” Paige asks with concern at the sight of my flushed cheeks and swollen lip.

“Oh yes, just a little heat spell is all,” I reply breathlessly.

“The A/C should be fixed by the end of the day,” she promises with a tender smile.

That won’t solve my particular ‘heat’ problem, the unbidden thoughts pop into my mind. Paige looks so sweet and gentle though, I offer her a genuine smile and say, “Thanks that will help,” I lie.

The elevator dings and I hurry inside. “See you later, Paige.”

“Have a nice day Miss Sophie,” she replies and waves to me as the door close.

Alone at last! My fingers twitch to open the box. Yet, I know the moment I lift the lid someone will get in the cart. Most of the tenants here already think I’m odd on the best days. If they caught me red handed with the contents of this box... well odd would be nicest thing they would have to say about me.

Impatiently, I watch the arrow move from number to number until it settles on my floor and the doors open once more. In a hurry to reach my flat, I nearly drop the damn thing. I close my eyes, take a deep steadying breath. The items will not disappear. I tell myself and resume walking at a more sedate pace.

“Pheeeewwww,” I let out a long breath and turn the knob. “Made it.”

Perhaps, the fact that I, at times, talk to myself is one of the reason the tenants consider me odd. Oh well. Here, in my little sanctuary, I finally peel open my treasure box. My breath catches in my throat. I knew they would be beautiful. Exquisite is the real word to use to describe the delicate crimson Chinese silk scarves within. Slowly I pull one out. The softness of it under my fingers is like thick melted chocolate - smooth and sinful.

My fingers reach inside for the other items. Eagerly, I pull out the custom made lingerie of leather and chain. The rich buttery leather feels exquisite against my skin and the finely detailed work of the knitted mail is so delicate it almost looks fragile - almost.

First, I admire the bra with the requested fitted adjustable nipple clamps. My nipples immediately harden in anticipation. Second, I’m captivated by the matching panties with a built in bullet clit vibe. My vulva throbs; pulses as if the vibe were already dancing on it.

The next item lying in the box is a hand crafted whip. Its solid handle is covered in more knitted chain mail. The near corset-style interweaving of it is breathtaking. Quicksilver runs in my veins as I keep looking at the whip. Twelve long braided tails with small little colored beads peppered throughout to mark their target makes my pussy cream.

I can’t wait anymore I tear off my clothes right here in my vestibule and bring one of the silk scarves to my eyes, tie it as tight as I can behind my head. Blindly, I pick-up the custom made leather and chain bra, wiggle it on, clamping my aroused nipples down almost to the point of pain. The flood of pleasure that infuses my pores and pussy tells me I haven’t breached that threshold of pleasure and pain - yet. I put on my specialty panties and turn on the bullet vibe.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” I let out a throaty moan and slump against my door.

My fingers reach down between the thin knitted chains and find my slick entrance. Two slowly sink inside my silken heat. Hot wet walls surround my digits and contract around them with each deep throaty moan I let out, “Ohhhhhhh.”

I bite down on my lip - hard - a trickle of blood hits my taste buds. It drives me wild. My head falls back against the door as an animalistic groan is thorn out of me.

“Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh.”

I don’t even care what my neighbors think! The way the clamps hold my nipples in a vice grip and how the little vibe dances on my clit is enough to make me scream bliss right about now. My skin is actually humming. That’s never happened before. I’m not sure if it’s because I took my eyesight away this time. It just seems to me that I’m feeling everything so much more intensely. To the point where a thin sheen of sweat is forming on my limbs as the inferno inside of me rages out of control.

I lick the salty moisture off of my lips and feel the bite of the clamps on my nipples as I arch my back. The bullet vibe keeps thrumming on my clit. More, I need more. That’s all I can think about as I burry a third finger inside of me. I’m so wet it slides in, curves up and hits that spongy spot sending me into euphoria.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck yes!” I scream as my abdomen constricts and I come on my fingers.

I don’t know how long I stay glued to my door regaining control of my senses. Eventually, my breathing returns to normal. So does my heart rate. In the moments of tranquility that follows, new little sounds reach my ears. It’s true what they say, about when you take one sense away the others become more acute. Well okay, maybe I didn’t pay attention to my newly developed sense of hearing while being super-charged turned on.

Now however, I can’t deny the fact that someone stood on the other side of my door. How long had my eavesdropper been there I wonder... Bet they heard my little performance from beginning to end. That’s how long! Well only one way to tell. Without preamble I open the door.

“Miss Sophie!” Paige exclaims with shock and embarrassment clear in her voice.

Considering that I didn’t remove my blindfold or my leather and chain accoutrements, I have no way to tell for sure what her facial expression looks like. By the way she ushers me inside and quickly closes the door behind her, I can only guess that a fierce sense of possessiveness suddenly overtakes her.

“Paige, how nice of you to stop by for a visit,” I say calmly.

As though I’m not affected at all by the fact that she just overheard me giving myself an out of this world orgasm or by how I’m currently sort of undressed.

“I-I-” she gulps. “Miss Sophie, I came to see if you were feeling better,” she stammers.

I don’t need my eyesight to know she’s on edge. The waves of nervousness pouring off of her hits me like a ton of brick. My heart races with each small noise the material her blouse creates when she pulls on her sleeves and tugs on her collar. If she’d pull and tug any harder the seams of her blouse would pop under the strain of it. Her state of extreme arousal also calls to me. The sound of friction her dress pants makes as she squeezes her thighs together turns my blood to quicksilver in my veins. Swish. Swish. Swish. Faster and faster, as if her clit is pulsing something furious and she’s trying to relief the pressure of it.

“Much better. Thank you. However, you seem to be quite uncomfortable at the moment,” I say huskily and take a step in her direction.

She doesn’t move away from her spot. I press myself to her. Her arms wrap around me almost savagely. In contrast, her lips tremble under my own when I claim them. Under my palms her heart is running as fast as wild mustangs. Her breath on my skin is uneven and very hot.

“You’re very beautiful, very sexy, Miss Sophie.”

“Mmmmm, really and what do you want to do to me?” I ask archly as I let my fingers trail down her chest cupping her full round breast, tweaking her nipple above the material of her stiff uniform.

“Make you scream in pleasure,” she replies before letting her hand fall on my naked derrière.

Wow, what a surprise!

The intensity of the spank sends the bullet vibe on my clit to a whole new height. She doesn’t give me time to recover my equilibrium. Her fingers twist the clamps showing through the thin chains of the bra tightening the hold on my nipples even more. A flash of pain courses through my body, intense pleasure follows flooding my pussy with thick hot cream.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” I moan.

She continues to unbalance me as a rustle of paper catches my ear, so does the sound of velvet cords being pulled opened. I stand there unhinged, crazed, salivating and palpitating for more. Her mouth finally crushes mine as the glass dildo, my last naughty item from the box, penetrates my sopping wet pussy.

“Mmmmmm-mmmmmm,” I purrrr.

“Louder Miss Sophie,” she orders as the dildo pumps in and out of my wet folds.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” I scream.

“Better. Again,” she commands.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan as loudly as I can.

“You’re so beautiful, Miss Sophie,” she praises.

I’m almost ready to climax. My abdomen is coiling. I’m panting for it and that’s when she stops pumping the dildo. Slowly she removes it from my pulsing pussy. The need to come hangs there crucially. My entire body throbs with it. Actually, I’m shaking from head to toe. That’s how bad I want to come right now.

“Soon,” she promises and brings the toy to my lips.

“Open.”

Even though they tremble, my lips part open.

“Suck.”

I suck the long glass dildo down my throat tasting my juices; rolling them on my tongue and swallowing.

“Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous,” she whispers in my ear; sending shivers down my spine as I continue to suck on the toy.

Her fingers are massaging my ass cheeks. So slow, they squeeze them together and then spread them apart. As they continue their massage they get closer to my asshole until finally they are rimming it. Tremors course through me at the illicit touch and I nearly swallow the entire dildo.

“You like this?” Paige asks as her pinky dips around my asshole.

“Ohhhh, yes,” I pant.

She grabs my wrists and leads me away from the door. Five steps backwards. Three steps sideways. My heart races in my chest. Two more steps backwards. I dare not stop sucking on the glass toy as she keeps leading me to my bedroom. Goosebumps form along my spine. No other woman as ever taken control of me like this before. My pussy creams from the thrill it derives from it. Who knew? That I could enjoy being submissive like this... To be honest, I have no words to describe the electricity invading my body in this instant of total surrender. All I know is; I’m ready to come undone in her hands.

My knees bump the corner of my bed. She releases my wrists and guides my torso down on my mattress; giving her better access to my rear. I hear her fumbling around the drawer of my night table.

“Oh, Miss Sophie, such a naughty girl you are,” she purrs.

Her fingers run along my ass crack once more. The cool sensation of their tips tells me she found my stash of lube. My abdomen tightens like a sailor’s knot. Paige pulls my asshole open and squirts a generous amount of lube down my entrance. With the added lubrication she starts to slowly push her fingers in my puckered hole.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moan.

The burning sensation is intense. Yet, the pleasure I derive from it makes it all the better. Plus, the stimulation from the clit vibe gives it that much more punch. As more and more of her fingers are pushed through my tight little hole the more I want.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream when her fingers are moving in and out of my ass with ease.

“Miss Sophie, would you like me to fuck you with that dildo there?” Paige asks with a voice full of sin.

I feel like my knees will give out on me at the thought of the glass dildo, currently sliding down my throat, penetrating my nearly virgin ass. All I can do is nod. Her hand reaches for the dildo in my mouth. I let her take it.

“Spit on it one last time,” she instructs.

I do. Paige squirts some lube on the dildo. The sound of her hands sliding up and down to coat it from root to tip makes my blood boil in anticipation. My body shakes with aching need. I’m panting like a bitch in heat, I want her so bad.

Then I feel the tip of the bulbous head at the opening of my asshole.

Slowly, she pushes in the glass toy. Her mouth finds mine and kisses me hard and deep as she keeps pushing the dildo inch by inch inside my ass.

“You’re amazing,” she praises when it’s buried inside of me.

Keeping a firm hand on the toy she unzips her dress pants one-handed.

“My pussy is simply dripping, Miss Sophie. I need to feel you in me.”

The words come out almost painfully. I’m actually impressed at her level of self control. For her to have lasted this long without shattering is indeed amazing. Then all coherent thoughts leave me as she plunges my fingers in her drenched heat. Simultaneously, her long fingers penetrate my swollen folds hitting the clit vibe to overdrive and sending me into a new level of rapture.

I just can’t believe that Paige, the sweet gentle door woman, could make this special delivery any better. Her fingers drive the glass dildo up my ass and her fingers rock in and out of my pussy to a fast and furious tempo. Just as mine pumps her juicy pussy... All I can think is... Next time I get a special delivery, Paige must come up with it.

We haven’t tried the whip yet!