Max Delivers 02

Max delivers 02

Hello there, I'm Max, I'm 23 and I drive a cube delivery truck which supplies many small shops in and around the city of Middleton. And I stay quite busy on my routes because every single box in the back of my cube delivery truck has "world's best" printed on it. Now, I don't know if that is true or not, but all of the boxes make that claim, so if you need some supplies, my company has them or can get them and I'm happy to deliver the "world's best (fill in the blank)" goods to your loading dock or back door.

And if you need references about my delivery services, just go ahead and contact the owner of Triangle Corner Coffee and I'm sure my products and my delivery services will get a good review from the owner, Mrs. Anchor.

"Shelia, will you watch the counter while I have a private discussion with our delivery guy about his performance lately?"

"Got it, boss lady Andi. I'll watch the counter and you firmly remind him that my boyfriend only drinks double-double bold coffee and Max never brings enough, so whip him good, boss lady, whip him good like only you know how to whip it, boss. Max has been a very bad boy."

Well, fine, once in a while a shop owner isn't 100% completely satisfied, but my boss has given me the authority to make things right when one of our customers isn't exactly happy. The thing is though, LOL, my boss never told me how to handle the tough situations when the customer wants to meet in private in their office behind a closed door.

"Max, I know you are shorting my coffee shop orders on purpose so you can come back more often, so are you fucking Shelia on the side as a way to keep her all riled up?"

"Take it easy, Mrs. Anchor, I do see Shelia on the side and Shelia is very good at getting "riled up", but trust me, it's all legit because we only shack up when she officially breaks it off with her boyfriend Jarrod every other week."

"Well, huh, I'm surprised that you admitted it, but I suppose that is refreshing. Anyways, are you saying that just because I'm married and I can't "break up" with Frank for three days, then I can't get a little pussy pounding action on the side? Like on the off weeks from Shelia? Things haven't been so good for me at home lately and by that, I mean for the last ten years or so."

"LOL, wouldn't that put a new twist to the name "Triangle Corner Coffee" and all. But, Mrs. Anchor, you are married and all, so we might have to stick with you giving me blow jobs in your office when you sign off on the delivery bill receipt. And by the way, none of this had better not have any bearing on Shelia's employment here at the coffee shop. She's innocent. I mean, she's a real wild cat in bed, but she's totally innocent and all."

"No, no, Shelia is my most prized and precious employee, not to mention your precious partner, so this is between you and me. And I'm not even promising any kind of "roaring 40's" in the bed, but I will be there and I'll be as active as I can be and it's about time you stuck your hard cock in another hole of mine, not that I'm complaining about sucking you off so much. You're actually very sweet tasting."

Again, a "make it right" conversation that my boss never prepped me for.

"Ah, Mrs. Anchor, I need to get on about my delivery route, so maybe we can talk about this next week, alright?"

"Fine Max, go say good bye to Shelia, but try to remember that I'm still a woman and I still have certain needs just like most other women, alright?"

Again, as soon as I get back to the warehouse, I'll be searching through the training schedule for horny and married shop owners. But one thing I didn't need any training on was how to swing by the coffee counter and grab my very special blend of double-double bold from Shelia.

"Here you go secret lover on the side Max, your special coffee to go blend and it comes with an apology today."

"An apology? Are you kidding me? That was the most perfect bite on my chest ever! The mark is still there and I'm quite proud of it. See? I mean, that says "branded" if anything does."

"LOL, not for that silly. But I thought you might be getting tired of me answering the front door in my jammies, so I went to the costume store and tried on a cosplay warrior bitch uniform, but apparently, I don't the right bumps and curves for that, so I'm sorry."

"Or you can go back and see if they have something in Jungle Lust or animal print jammies. Anyways, it's the thought that counts, so when are you breaking up with Jarrod again?"

"Not until next Thursday. Sorry babe, but he's taking me to a cocktail social this Friday. But listen, because I'm kind of cheating on you with my steady boyfriend, I won't say anything ever if you bang Mrs. Anchor this Friday night when she closes up the coffee shop by herself. One time, mind you and with a condom. And because you mean so much to me, if you manage to get your fat cock in her mouth first, well, we won't count that, however, I would expect that there would be some choking and gagging going on from her and by that, I mean she better cough and gag so hard that at least one of her false eye lashes goes flying off. One time, of course."

LOL, not a situation that I will ask my boss about in terms of how to handle the customers, right?

"Wait Shelia, did you just give me a free pass to force feed my sticky stuff down Mrs. Anchor's throat and to do her doggie over her desk? I mean, as my future wife, I just want everything to be perfectly clear between us."

"Well, you seem to have forgotten the "one time" part, but don't worry because I will remind you of that a lot. Anyways, Mrs. Anchor could use a little action and I may have too much to drink at the cocktail party which means I may actually fuck Jarrod for the first time. I mean, I'm still going to clean his wallet out, but I'm still committed to you, so, bang that old hag, bang her good and then we can put it all behind us. Now Max, show me that you secretly love me by leaning over the counter and pecking me on the lips. And Jungle Lust, you say, huh?"

Best side piece every other weekend girlfriend ever, right? And she wasn't lying about the way the cosplay costume probably fit her. Shelia has a great body, but not so much in the curvy curves and the huge bumps department.

Anyways, I had a free pass (LOL, I think), so I waited the few days until Friday rolled around and then I rolled around to the back of the Triangle Corner Coffee shop.

"I know why you're here Max, so just let me lock the door behind you and turn down the shop lights, Max."

Ah, and just how did she know why I was there? I mean, I didn't say or ask anything because if you remember, I hate conversations and asking too many questions.

"It's been a while Max, so I'm actually nervous, but I'm sure I will get over that soon enough. So Max, am I supposed to confess that Shelia and I have talked? Or can we just start with the kissing?"

There are probably many good things to say about making out, but in my humble opinion, cutting off conversation ranks right up there towards the top. I mean, engaging with Mrs. Anchor about what her and Shelia "talked" about could have taken up many, many minutes and I had a one-time free pass to do Mrs. Anchor, so the pillow talk was going to have to wait.

"Oh, wow, well, I guess I missed that part of a sex life too. Nice lip action, Max. So Max, now that you brought back all of the fond memories of sex, let's go into my office where I can scold you about your poor delivery performance of late."

I mean, I probably deserved a good scolding, right? After all, she and Shelia certainly put in the effort to make sure the height thing worked out while she sat in her desk chair and I stood directly before her.

"Oh, this height thing is so much better. I mean, damn, I may have to give Shelia a raise for knowing about these things. LOL, I have been damaging my knees for nothing over the last three months. Also, Shelia thinks this is first time I sucked you off, so let's keep all that between us, OK Max? Anyways, please step forward sir and let's get rid of your first one."

I said it already, I have certain authority to negotiate certain things with my delivery route customers, so I went above and beyond and took two steps forward. LOL, and the negotiations seemed to work in my favor because ten lacking years of regular sex or not, Mrs. Anchor knew how to do some stuff. LOL, and swallow some stuff.

"LOL, you can tell Shelia that my eye lashes flew off, Max. So?"

"So that was amazing, Mrs. Anchors. Now, how about wearing a coffee shop apron and only an apron for me?"

Huh, what do you know? LOL, that took less than two minutes.

"Ooh, you do like me in an apron, don't you Max? Come on baby, let's make out a little more and I wouldn't be mad at all if you let it slip to Shelia that I can really fill out an apron on the top. LOL, I also wouldn't be mad if we don't make any comparisons in the butt area. She's younger than me, so that doesn't count."

"I'm going to fuck you hard over your desk, Mrs. Anchor!"

"And I'm going to verbally let you know how that's going, Max, not to mention that I plan to whimper things about how I'm your number one now that you're finally fucking me in the pussy. Is this a good position for you, Max?"

Well, I'm not aware of any other way to bend over a desk, so sure, it was perfect. I mean, for me, all I had to do was to step forward again.

"Ooh, that's it Max, that's the thing I've been yearning for. Wow, and I thought you were big in my mouth! By the way, I'm feeling pretty warmed up down there, so speed it up if you want to, unless this is your thrusting speed baby. I'm not, ooh, ooh, complaining. I'm also not complaining that you forgot to slip a condom on Max, which we won't tell Shelia about, so feel free to leave your mess anywhere you want to."

Mrs. Anchor wasn't my first "over 40" woman, but as far as I was concerned, she sold herself short a few days ago when she said she didn't have it in her to go all "roaring 40's" on me. Granted, I pretty much had her pinned to the desk, but she was fully engaged and her middle section was rocking and rolling right along with mine.

"Oh, OMG, do me Max, do me just like that and don't be surprised if I speak to Shelia about making our one-time fuck into something more like once a month. Whoa, that was deep honey."

"I'm leaving it, ugh, ugh, ugh, inside Mrs. Anchor!"

"LOL, go ahead baby and if you get Shelia pregnant next week, LOL, maybe we can sister wives."

"Ah, LOL, right, Mrs. Anchor? Ah, LOL, right?"

"Well, we're probably OK. Kiss me again, Max."

Like I said, kissing takes words out of the equation and I didn't need to hear any more about them being sister wives, right?

"Hmmm, I think we should have done this long ago, Max. Listen I know that you're struggling with conversation right now, but you won't mind if I cut a deal with Shelia, right? I mean, that was great and there is no way in hell that I'm not going to experience your naked skin all up in between my naked thighs, so OK, right?"

"Well, you can talk to her, but don't blow it for me. And by the way, when you say that you want to feel my naked middle section all up in between your luscious thighs, you mean like this right? Now, just sit still Mrs. Anchor and I'll step forward again for the third time tonight."

"Ah, you're not spent, baby? Oh, snap, I guess you're not, so I guess I'll just shut it, sit still and spread my legs for you. Whoa, look at that! Um, wow, ah, contestant number one, please step forward."

Now, no, the third time wasn't all that, but what would be expected of me, right? I mean, her goal was to have me between her legs and that's where I was.

End Max delivers 02