Semen Express Delivery
The postal worker who'd been giving me weird looks was standing there frozen stiff in her uniform.
I stared at her for a moment, then reached out and groped her tits. They squished so soft and pliant in my hands through the fabric. Just as I'd guessed.
"King-sized rack. Total huge-tits material."
The texture came through nice and soft even over her clothes, but whatever. A few buttons was all it took. I undid the cardigan first, then peeled off her t-shirt. Her bra-clad breasts spilled into view, cleavage deep and perfect—the shape was gorgeous, the feel divine. Premium goods, no doubt.
"Hoarding tits like these all to herself? That's a crime."
Muttering some creepy uncle shit, I unhooked her bra. Making her strip herself while trembling in terror would've been a solid way to break her spirit, but not today. Strip her down to the t-shirt, slap on Target Designation, and she'd be a total mess.
Watching her piss herself right in front of a stranger—the same guy she'd just sneered at—her mind would shatter on the spot.
"Fuck, her body smells amazing."
Did all women naturally smell this good? At this level, it was straight-up pheromone seduction—no exaggeration. Like the raw scent of a bitch in heat. I sniffed deep from her neck on down, armpits, breasts, licking slow across her skin.
"Haah... shit, so goddamn tasty."
I'd never gotten why guys raved about licking armpits, but damn, trying it myself? Yeah, it hit different. Eye-opening.
I swirled around those massive tits before latching onto a nipple, sucking it down like candy. Rolled it slow on my tongue, savoring every bit.
"Huu... perfection. Tits are always the answer."
Big ones, small ones—they all brought that sweet peace when you groped 'em.
I nursed on her nipples a good long while before sliding south. Left a couple red hickeys on her belly for good measure.
Her skirt was still on, so I hiked it up, ripped through her stockings, and groped her panties.
"Soaked already. This bitch is a total tit-slut, huh?"
Acting all high-and-mighty earlier, but one good tit-suck and she's down for the count.
I buried my nose in her panties, inhaling deep, then licked away. Kept at it till they were drenched in her juices and my spit, then yanked them down and draped them over the counter like a trophy.
"Oh yeah, this is what an adult pussy looks like."
Thicker, meatier flavor than the college girls I'd sampled. Not super old or anything, but post office job? Probably late twenties, maybe early thirties.
Her face didn't scream it, but the body had that mature allure no early-twenties chick could match. A subtle thickness to her skin that just felt grown-up.
I nudged the hood aside and dove in on her clit. Mmm, morning sweat from hours on shift—pure fantasy fuel.
"Huu... fuuuck, my dick's gonna rip through my pants."
Teasing her clit, soaking in that thick pussy scent and taste, had my crotch throbbing like hell. I groped myself through my pants—belt off, pants and undies shoved aside in one go. Her hole was a flooded mess already. I slammed right in.
"Time for Target Designation. On this postal slut I'm balls-deep in right now."
Target Designation: Postal Worker has been activated.
The second Target Designation kicked in, she lurched to life. Not so much "moving" as thrashing like a maniac.
"Nnghiii! Hiiik...! Haaah...! Uh...! Mmmph...! Ah! Aaaahn!"
Moans spilled out uncontrolled as her whole body quivered. Right on cue, piss sprayed everywhere, her climax rippling straight through my cock. Her walls clamped down, squeezing rhythmic and tight—pure fucking bliss. Like a hidden motor in an onahole, massaging my dick nonstop.
"Grk, sh-shit... this grip is insane!"
"Haa... heuu... eek... nu-nngyu... pleaaase..."
Even mid-orgasm, she seemed aware of whatever was stuffed in her. Or maybe cumming that hard just made it crystal clear—the shape of my cock grinding her insides.
"Heeeh... uung... haa... hyaaah..."
Aftershocks still jittered through her; she wasn't fully compos mentis. I'd hoped for sharper reactions, but this total surrender? Honestly, she might've been down to fuck anyway.
No resistance at all like this. My expectations nailed it.
"In that case, guess I'll grant your wish."