Hi, all. I used to write on fanfic dot net back in the day, but I haven’t written anything in years. I hope this story is ok. Also, I want to post this to GWA: I don’t have any experience writing scripts, so if a voice actor would like to perform this story, you can make up your own staging/sfx if you want.
Note: This was written with the intent of being [F4F], but since the speaker is talking to you and your gender is not specified, the reader can make adjustments to be whatever gender they want to talk to. The only allusion to genitals is a strap on.
Synopsis: You’re a delivery driver visiting one of your regulars. Your patron is hot af, has a girlfriend, and you’re not quite sure why, but ever since you first started delivering to her, she’s always let you finger her on the patio. Today you’ve brought your strap on to see how far you can push your luck.
The only person talking is the female protagonist, “as indicated by the quotation marks”.
Story:
I’m sitting on the couch, snuggled up to the love of my life, repeatedly refreshing the delivery app.
“Ugh!” My girlfriend laughs and says that ‘they’ll be here soon’. Our friends, another couple, agree with me. One of them point out that ‘it’s been forever! When are they getting here!’
I look down at my phone again and notice how close the car icon is to our house.
“I’m going to go see if they got lost or something”.
I kiss my girlfriend deeply then head to the door. I smirk as I hear her ask the other two ‘if they want to see something awesome’.
I walk outside and around the house to where the driveway is. I can see a familiar car stopped right by the gate all the way at the end of the driveway.
“What are they waiting on?”
I step into the beam of the headlights and give the car a wave. It slowly comes up the drive. I walk back to the open front door of the house, waiting for my favorite delivery driver to bring the food around.
At long last you come around the corner, walking a bit awkwardly.
“Sorry, did you need a hand?” I kind of feel like a dick now; should I have helped carry the food? I didn’t think we ordered too many tacos…
You set the bags down inside the house then shut the front door. I’m silent as I wait for you to look at me. A few moments pass…
“I told you, we can stop doing this whenever you want…” You finally meet my eyes, and I see the desire in them. I glance down to see you rubbing yourself through your pants. I feel my eyebrows raise in surprise. I giggle.
“Oh my, what do we have here?”
You step closer to me, pressing my back against the closed front door. You ask if this new addition is ok. Until now, it’s just been your fingers inside me. You’re slowly grinding the strap on against my thigh.
“Do you mind wearing a condom?” You’ve used me so many times, but we’re still just strangers. I open the front door. The foyer is devoid of take out bags. I grab a condom from the armoire and head back outside, to the sound of cheers coming from the living room.
You smile shyly as I hand you the condom. You open the wrapper with your teeth and slide it onto your waiting shaft. Your pants are already at your ankles.
“Do you like my dress?” I bend over, and you align yourself behind me. It’s so cute how you always start off so hesitantly, as if I don’t come to you panty-less and already dripping.
I moan softly, and you sink deeply into me. I’m bracing myself against the door as you begin to thrust.
“How did you know I could take so much?” Your hands on my hips move my ass closer to you in time with your pumps.
“Did you just assume that because I’m a slut, I could take all of this?” I laugh as I hear you try to stutter out an explanation behind me.
“Or is this 8 inch monster something you use on yourself? Hmmm? When you go home, do you masturbate to me and this gorgeous fucking pussy?”
Your hips don’t stop, but I know you’re blushing. I’m so glad I hit on you the first time you delivered here. Of course, it helped that you couldn’t stop staring at my tits.
“Fuck!” You move one hand from my waist to my shoulder. Jesus, you’re pounding me so hard. I guess you’re excited to finally come while you’re inside me.
“I love your strap! Oh fuck.” I cup my left breast, rubbing my nipple through the fabric.
“It makes it a bit easier for me. We can stop whenever you come.” Your pace slows as you ask if ‘I want to stop’.
“No–” I slip off of your strap.
“–but I do want to see your face when I tell you this.” My back is pressed against the door again. I guide you inside me and wrap a leg around your hips. Your stare at my lips as you automatically begin to move against me.
I place my hands on either side of your face. You are honestly so beautiful. I try to find the right way to say this…
“You’ve never made me come.” My hands hurriedly drop to your waist, stopping you from pulling out.
“No! Wait! I meant, it just takes a lot for me to come.” With the help of my hands, you absentmindedly begin to slowly pump inside me again.
“I’m asexual.” I keep guiding your hips, keeping you grinding against me. You’re picking the pace up; you’re face is flushed as you look into my eyes questioningly.
“I don’t enjoy sex in like a sexual way. It’s more like a massage. And my girlfriend gives the best massages. I like to make her jealous, but you want to know what I love?”
You look at me, panting slighty, thumping my ass lightly against the door with each of your thrusts. I reach up and tangle my hands in your hair. I pull you closer, resting your forehead on mine.
“I love being her sex doll. I love being used by her for hours. I love being tied up, being an object that she can use to make herself come. Being hers…belonging to her…”
“I — oh fuck! — I love being her fuck toy; a toy that she passes around to others. The stimulation gets me wet, but she knows it does nothing else for me. I can’t come from this!”
“Yes! Don’t stop fucking me! Does this turn you on? Knowing that I’m here just to please you? That I’m just a cock socket and she’s inside watching the security cameras? Making sure I take all you can give me?”
I’m still holding you close. I’m breathing in your gasps as you buck against me. Your pace has slowed but you are fucking so hard up into me, grinding your hips into mine.
“Sex does nothing for me, but it gets you all so hot and bothered. And that look in your eye…how good is this pussy? Hmmm? Am I a good little toy? Are you glad you get to play with me? Show me.”
I kiss along your neck as I feel you stiffen. You hips jerk back and forward. I can’t help but think I’ve made you cum.
You start to pull out but —
“Not yet!” I place my hand on your chin and gently lift your face. “Look into the camera, please.”
“Was I a good little whore for you?” You nod. I wait for you eyes to find and focus on the cube with the red blinking light.
“She let you have me. Thank her.” And you fucking do.
I let go of you, helping you undo the clasps of the strap on and kneeling to pull your pants up.
“Drive safely back to the restaurant.” I walk inside, desperate for tacos and the embrace of my sweetheart.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oalm1m/f4a_taco_tuesday_first_time_script_offer_a_lot_of