Delivery Girl Opens Box

Sandy shifts from one foot to the other as the doorbell rings. The woman at the door still wears her courier cap, ponytail pulled through the back, breasts pressing against the uniform. Anya Olsen holds the box wrong and the lid sits loose. Sandy steps in. She opens the box without asking. Four lengths of polished wood gleam beside coils of black rope, each wrapped in clear plastic. The butt plug stares at them both with its jeweled end. Anya bites her bottom lip. "I didn’t mean to–" "Too late," Sandy says. Her voice is calm. She lifts the thickest dildo, the one veined like real cock, and lets it rest across her palm. "On the table. Face down." Anya hesitates, then bends. Elbows on wood, ass high. Sandy peels the wrap free with one hand and works the bottle of lube open with the other. The oil lands cool across Anya’s hole. Two fingers slide in easy. Anya breathes through clenched teeth. Sandy adds a third, scissoring until muscle loosens. Then she presses the first toy in–slow, steady–until the flared base catches. Anya’s moan stretches long and low. Sandy takes the next toy. Slimmer, longer. She feeds it between Anya’s parted lips until the tip touches her throat, gives her no warning, just begins to fuck her mouth with it. Spit slides down the girl’s chin and drips onto her breasts. Sandy fucks her throat while the other hand rocks the plug deeper. Only when Anya’s thighs tremble does Sandy switch. She unties the rope, slips loops over both wrists, pulls them tight behind Anya’s back. Ankles next. The bow is simple, elegant, and it leaves the girl open from hips to knees. She fits the largest dildo to a suction base on the seat of a wooden chair, guides Anya onto it by the hips. The first push steals her breath. Sandy lets gravity take her another inch. The ropes creak each time Anya moves. Sandy circles her. Watches. Then reaches between them, thumb finding clit, two fingers spreading labia so the stretch shows clear. She stays there, working Anya slow and sure, until she feels every muscle gripping and letting go like a slow pulse. When the climax hits, Sandy pulls the ropes tighter and holds her in place, whispering close. "Take it all, sweetheart. Every inch you signed for."