The drive to Kelly’s house isn’t exactly a long one. She’s only about 20 minutes out from downtown, if you can call the little town center that. It’s a large town, the town where she lives, a large town if your being polite. A few of shops and traffic lights. Not a mall or big box store for nearly 30 minutes. Though good people.
Not a long drive at all, but its hard to find. Out in the woods. You have to take Main out to old 15th, then follow its ponderous path to Sky line Drive. Which is a silly name as you can’t see much other than the trees on either side. Your going deep into the woods now. Finally, you turn onto the small dirt road just labeled as “72nd” and drive on it for almost 5 minutes. It weaves between trees and at times, if you don’t know her house is down it, you might even assume its some unused road. There aren’t any other houses for nearly a mile after all.
But then, after the 5 minutes, you crest the small hill and see her lovely back yard with the garden Kelly works so hard on. Since the kids left, since she took on the title of “empty nester” she’s had a lot of time for the garden. And she’s damn proud of it. Her squashes are her prize crop and she’s found so many uses for them. Uses that her fans on the internet love.
Kelly has a little secret, of course as she puts it online, may not be all that secret. Though, somehow, as far as she can tell, no one in town has figured it out. She is so careful to keep her face out of the photos. Her face is probably the only thing she hasn’t shown in the photos. And the money the app brings in is nice, but knowing how many horny men, and some women, are watching her sunbathe nude, garden with her tits out, or find strange places to slide her produce, is even better.
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The Fedex Guy, his name doesn’t matter, few people care to learn it and Kelly delights in calling him it when he’s in uniform, as if she doesn’t care that he has a real name. He’s just The FedEx Guy when he delivers a package to her.
He doesn’t subscribe to her only fans. He doesn’t spend his hard earned income watching women dance around on screen. He finds the idea pathetic. For one thing, a virtual woman is no match to the real thing. For another, you can find so much porn online for free. Not that he does that. At least, not often.
And since he has driven these roads most of his life. First delivering newspapers, then as a taxi driver, and now for Fedex. He doesn’t need a GPS to find the winding path to Kelly’s house. He knows the address well. After all, he always seems to show up with a delivery as she is sun bathing nude. It’s an image that is hard to forget, cresting the hill and seeing her lovely body, because she is lovely even if some sort of exhibitionist slut, spread out on her chair, facing him, asleep.
Not that he believes that of course. Not for a second. Once maybe. Falling asleep and not hearing the van coming once is one thing. But three times this month he’s shown up to deliver a package to have her feign that she fell asleep nude. Sheepishly covering herself with her hands before running inside to get something to cover up in. When, he could clearly see the outfit she had been wearing lieing only a few feet away.
The Fedex Guy doesn’t need to be one of her only fans fans to know that Kelly is an exhibitionist. That she gets off on showing off her body. Teasing people. Teasing men. Teasing. Him. And he feels just the slightest twinge of anger at that. The part of him he tries not to listen to that says, teases should be put in their place. That the reason tease’s tease, is because deep down they want to be put in their place.
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It’s 2:09 pm and Kelly is in her garden. She’s wearing a cute little sundress, flip flops, a large straw hat, her gardening gloves, and nothing else. She takes a few snaps with her phone, only half paying attention, as the tomatoes are having trouble. She looks at the photos, upskirts in her garden. You could see the rows of growing things on the edges, so its clear that she’s outside. That’s what her fans love and honestly, what she loves. Being exposed outdoors. Where anyone might see.
Her face isn’t visible, just pussy, leg, skirt and plants, and not to be too immodest, but her pussy is looking fine. She had shaved just this morning and masturbated earlier and it still had that puffy, horny swell to it. She posted one of the photos to the gonewild reddit and the others to her only fans.
She had this nagging feeling, as she examined the tomatoes and worried about why they weren’t growing properly, that she was forgetting something. Then she hears it, in the distance, the sound of a large van, and then her phone ticks to 2:15 pm and the alarm goes off. The pop up message says simply “Fed Ex” and she curses. He’s early or she’s late. Either way she has to move fast.
Around the tomato plants, she pulls the gloves off. Hopping over the beans, she kicks off the flip flops. Going around the small squash, she pulls the dress off in one quick movement, knocking her hat off, and throwing the dress to the side before turning quickly to grab the hat before it even hits the ground. She’s barely in her chair as she sees the van crest, her hat on her head, tipped down low. She spreads her legs just enough that she knows her labia, growing wetter in excitement, will be visible. She pretends to be asleep and hopes, hopes, its the right driver. Her favorite driver. He’s such a cutey and she loves the way he always seems so annoyed and turned on.
She especially loves that he knows she’s faking.
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And of course, as he crests the hill, he sees her in the chair. A giant hat flopped down over her face. Her small breasts glistening in the sun. He can’t see her pussy yet, but he can see her legs are open enough that it will be on display. He knows that she won’t move, will pretend to be asleep, until he specifically, loudly, “wakes” her up. To sign for the package. And that she will giggle at the word package if he says it.
The fucking little tease. How often did she do this? To how many other drivers? Did the mailman get a peek between her legs? Did the UPS driver, a woman whom he knew well, get to see? How many people did she show her pussy off too?
Of course, she’d have happily told him how many only fans, fans, she had, if he were to ask. But that wasn’t on his mind now. Only her naked body. Her breasts. The pussy he could see better and better as he drove in. And his irritation at her, the tease. His desire to do more than just look. His irritation that she would pretend he was stupid and didn’t understand she wasn’t asleep, only showing off her body in a way that anyone driving up, any stranger, friend, or family, might see.
A tease. A fucking tease. And how badly he wanted to put this tease in her place.
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She heard the van stop and a few moments later the doors open. He coughs from the van, to get her attention, but she was a deep sleeper wasn’t she. Just a tired little lady living out in the woods who fell asleep while sunning naked. What a shame if some sexy man stopped by the house and saw her. How embarrassing. Her nipples were getting so hard they started to ache.
Then she heard him coming closer. Slow deliberate footsteps. But that wouldn’t wake her. Oh no. Little sleeping Kelly. This man getting an eye-full of her as she slept. She wondered if he was getting hard. She tried to open her legs just a bit wider, as if shifting in her sleep.
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Damn it, he was getting hard looking at her.
As he walked towards her, he could clearly see her pussy. Shaved. It had been so taboo when he was younger that even now, when it was mainstream, it always made him think deliciously dirty thoughts. It was what a sluts pussy looked like. A teasing slut.
And he was pretty sure she was wet. Turned on. Pretending to be asleep, knowing she was being watched. A fucking pervert. He had called her that so many times, though mostly in his own head. Getting off on men seeing her. ANY men, she didn’t even KNOW who he was yet. There were other drivers at Fedex after all. Not to mention Carol from UPS.
She was a tease. A dirty little slut. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to get hard. And god damn it, he was. Her little mind tricks. Now she’d pretend to wake up, pretend to be upset, start to run back into the house.
Feigning her embarrassment at being caught.
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He said, loudly, “EXCUSE ME MISS” which was sweet. She was clearly too old to be a miss. It almost made her feel bad for the tease. Almost.
She pretended to startle awake.
“Oh my god,” she said, hands covering her chest, her crotch. “Oh my god,” she repeated, “this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry.”
She scrambled up and started towards the house. She tried to wiggle her ass a bit as she walked and then reached back to cover it with a hand. He was just whom she was expecting. The handsome one. Her favorite delivery man.
“You must think the worst of me,” she called over her shoulder.
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She was running from him, like always. The tease. The slut. The whore. The pretty sexy little exhibitionist. His cock was painfully hard and his blood was up. She was loving this tease. He just knew it. He could feel her gloating at his pain, his rock hard cock.
He must think the worst of her and he did. Though the word was taking a new meaning. Not just thinking the worst, that she was a dirty teasing tramp. But thinking the worst things a man could think about a pretty, nude woman, out all alone in the deep woods. So far from anyone that might help her.
There was the part of him. Deep inside. The part he never listened to. Felt guilty about. That part of him that whispered, “she’s teasing you because she’s a slut who wants to be fucked.” And it whispered, “why put herself on display if she didn’t want you to take what she was offering.” And it whispered, “she likes to pretend she doesn’t want it. But so clearly does.”
And suddenly, almost without realizing it, he was moving. He was yelling. He was already quickly gaining on her as she kept walking in a way that made her ass wiggle.
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“You fucking little tease,” he yelled from behind her, and she stopped, which in retrospect was probably dumb. Naked and a man yelling hurtful things was probably the worse time to stop and look over your shoulder. And there he was, the box he had been carrying hitting the ground, he was running at her.
Charging at her. Screaming at her. Coming for her.
She started to run again, no longer trying to cover her ass. Just trying to make it back to the house. Her floppy hat flying off her head. Her bare feet on the ground, in the dirt, pain as she stepped on rocks. Her heart thudding. Running for the house but hearing him gaining on her.
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His lust, his rage, his cock straining. He couldn’t help himself when she started to run. Some animal instinct. Some primal sexual urge that the modern world told him was wrong, but deep down he knew was right, pushed him. After her. Her naked ass, stumbling barefoot through the rough ground. But he had boots on. He was a man. He was stronger. Faster. He wasn’t the type to take normally. But she had so clearly asked for this, asked for him, invited him. And any court would agree.
Wouldn’t it?
Did it matter?
He was on her in moments. Grabbing her, spinning her, forcing her to the ground. Onto the soft grass, inches away from the growing squash.
“Wait,” she said, but he lifted an arm from her and smacked her. Hard. Satisfyingly hard. His cock throbbed with it.
“Shut up,” he said, his voice a growl. “Shut up slut. Shut up you fucking tease. I know what girls like you want. And your about to get it.”
The slap had stunned her, but knowing what was about to happen, she started to yell. To try to hit him. She screamed NO at the top of her lungs. But it didn’t do any good. He knew it was all a lie. He knew she really wanted what he was about to give her.
His weight was holding her down. His one hand pinning her arm down as she flailed uselessly at his back with the other. He reached down to unzip his pants and pulled his erection free.
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She tried to fight him. She screamed. Though deep down, she knew she didn’t want to fight. She had teased him and teased him. For weeks. Didn’t she know this would happen? Isn’t this exactly what she wanted? She acted like a slut, shouldn’t she be treated like one?
Deep down she understood. This was her fault. Deep down she understood. No matter what she said or did, no matter how wrong this was, it was going to feel good. Feel right.
She tried to hit him. Tried to claw at his back. But then she felt him entering her. Felt his cock inside her and, fuck all the gods, she moaned in pleasure. Moaned as this man took her. Moaned as she was, arguably, raped. Her ass pressing into the grass, into the soil, as he thrust into her.
His hands were grabbing hers. One pinning her wrists over her head and the other, covering her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Not that anyone would hear it. Out here in the woods.
“Shut up,” he muttered again, but he seemed more focused on groaning in pleasure as he started to fuck her.
And damn if it didn’t feel good. His cock, sliding into her, sliding out and in and out and in and out. Her pulse racing with the adrenaline of the failed chase. With her mind yelling at her, “THIS IS RAPE, YOU ARE BEING RAPED. YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO LIKE THIS.”
But none the less, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as she tried to fight from his grip. Fight off his weight on top of her. Even if really, REALLY, did she want him to stop?
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God she was tight! And so wet. So wet that clearly she wanted it. It was so clear that she wanted it. That she wanted him. Wanted him to take her. Force her. Make her.
“Your wet,” he said, stupidly, knowing it was a dumb thing to say, grunting as he thrust, knowing he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted, not in this tight, hot, pussy. This tease’s pussy. “You love this don’t you tease,” he continued, “this is what you wanted all along. To get fucked. To get used. To get filled with my cum.”
And she was moaning. Moaning as she struggled. Moaning as she fought. She could pretend and pretend and pretend. But this was so clearly what she wanted. She was enjoying it.
“You love this,” he said, “don’t you bitch. Being fucked. Being raped. Your teasing finally catching up with you?”
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She did love it. It was an awful understanding. Knowing what sort of woman she was. Knowing how hot it made her to tease a man and how, apparently, good it felt when he took her against her will.
She was going to cum. There was no helping it. She kept repeating, trying to repeat through the humiliation and the pleasure. ‘You shouldn’t like this. This is rape. Fight him. Only a whore would cum now.”
But, at the same time, the mantra was only making it better. Being a whore. Enjoying this like a whore. As the orgasm built inside her. As his cock thrust and thrust and thrust.
Then his fingers which had just been on her mouth, were on her nose as well. Closing it. Holding it shut. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t . . .
The orgasm hit.
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She began to thrash under him. Perhaps it was the movement of her body. Or the spasming of her pussy. Or just the knowledge that he was raping her and she was cumming. Or just how amazing her pussy felt. Or the adrenaline of the chase. The primal triumph of the take down.
But it was all he could take. He groaned in pleasure as it hit. As he felt himself pumping load after load into her tight pussy. No condom. Just the pleasure of her body. The pleasure of knowing his sperm would be leaking out of her. Like marked territory. That he had taken what he wanted. Damned be the consequences.
He had to remember, as she started to thrash her head about, to let go of her mouth, to let her breath.
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His hand moved and she could breathe again. Gasping in the cool, refreshing air. Feeling him shrinking inside her but still unable to move under his weight. She smiled and started to laugh.
“This was the best one yet,” she said, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Which he returned and then kissed her more deeply.
“Can you at least,” he said, still catching his breath from the orgasm, “make sure its me coming. It could have been Pete or Carol. It’s bad enough that half the internet has seen my wife nude. I am tired or Carol asking if we swing.”
“Shhh,” she said, kissing him again, “you love it.”
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And the worst part was, he did. He really did.
But time was passing and he was on the clock. He kissed her back and stood, zipping up and heading into the house, to use the bathroom. Why use a bottle when your own home was on the route?
When he was done, he found her in the garden again. Her sundress back on and clearing taking a picture of her pussy. He rolled his eyes and wondered how many people where about to see his cum sliding out of her.
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She looked up as he was leaving and called out, “don’t forget to stop at the market on the way home, I texted you the list, the kids are coming by for dinner later.”
Then as he was driving off she opened up the Amazon app and started to search for something fun to order. Something that would have The FedEx guy coming back to see her in a few days.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p7m232/the_fedex_guy_mfbdsmnoncon
What a wonderful wonderful story!!
Oh my god the twists and turns are amazing!! <3 I seriously respect the length of the story. Good job!