Delivery Made

In July thus year I was masturbating at home, when I got caught by a delivery driver.
Only I wasn't just stroking my cock.

I was also using a dildo I'd bought from the Internet to fuck myself with.
Because of our delivery instructions, most companies know to leave parcels around the back, underneath the sheds lean to. And that's how he caught me in our dining room.

Instead of walking away, which he easily could have done, he stood there watching me and rubbing his cock through his shorts.

Minutes later after opening the patio doors, I had the drivers cock in my mouth as he held onto my head.
He literally fucked my mouth, making me gag a few times. Then as quickly as he'd slid his dick over my tongue, he came, flooding my mouth with his thick sticky cum.

Thanking me for a "Great blow job", he pulled up his shorts and began to walk away.
I say began, because I told him something that made him turn back around.

Now a few months on, he still calls by our home, only it's not always with a parcel. And I hardly ever use my dildo anymore.
That's because Tom has been fucking me two or three times a week since.

I work from home, my wife has set shifts and Tom only lives five minutes away by car, or van.

Being fucked by a dildo is ok, but it's nowhere near as good as the real thing. And Tom certainly knows how to fuck me with his six inch cock.