The Postman & the Bitchslut

As far as summer jobs go, this one was perfect. I was a postman in a large European city and three days a week I would head out on a bike laden with letters and packages and would spend the mornings running up and down stairways of the old, classic buildings in a trendy part of town. The perfect job until I went back to university.

It was fantastic exercise and my body soon became toned and trim. By and large, it was an interesting job. I got to know the anonymous people behind the doors by what kind of post they received, sliding letters, postcards and magazines into their ornate letter slots.

Most of my route was uneventful. There was only one address that I looked forward to delivering post to. A simple handwritten sign revealed to me that a certain Maria Hansen lived there. I had no idea who she was or what she looked like but she involuntarily gave me enough clues to piece together a profile.

There was only one name on the door so I knew she lived alone. She was in her thirties – I could tell that from the newspapers and magazines she read and from the post she received and she was most certainly a party animal. She always received invitations to parties at trendy clubs and concerts.

Her sexual habits were also spelled out for me. Maria Hansen received, on average, three packages a week. They were always anonymously marked and sent from the same company: Eroticon. I checked the company’s website and found out that they sold erotic films and toys. Maria Hansen must have been one of their best customers. I had no clues as to what was in all these packages, but my fantasy worked overtime imagining what it could be.

Despite knowing so much about her, I had never seen her. She never answered her door when I knocked in order to deliver a package. I would just fill out a collection slip and slide it through the slot. Several times I would peer into her flat to gain some more clues, but her hallway revealed no secrets. Several times, however, sounds drifted from within her flat and out of the letter slot. Unmistakable sounds. The sounds of fucking. Excited female groaning and squealing and rough male grunting. And every time I heard these sounds, I could tell that a new male was doing the grunting.

I would listen at her letter slot with my cock hard in my shorts and images would form in my head about who she was and what she looked like. All too often I would get home after my shift and jack my hard cock in the shower.

One humid summer Saturday I was on my way up the stairs to her flat on the fourth floor with yet another package. I could hear a conversation between two people somewhere above me on the stairs.

“Come on, just let me stay...” said a pleading male voice.

“Fuck off and stop wasting my time!” This time a sharp, shrill female voice, followed by the slamming of a door.

On my way up I passed a man on his way down, looking rather dejected. He was clearly drunk after a night out. I didn’t give it much thought. Everyday dramas were a dime a dozen. I found myself outside of Maria Hansen’s door and rung the bell. I started filling out a collection slip, since she never answered the door, but I jumped when the door suddenly flew open. “I thought I told you to fuck off!?”

I looked up to see, for the first time, Maria Hansen. And almost all of her was visible. She was wearing a thin, short, white silk kimono and wasn’t too concerned about keeping it tied shut. She was, indeed, in her mid-thirties and she was blonde and tanned. My eyes had a mind of their own and quickly looked her up and down. Long thin legs, slender hips, perk, firm breasts. The latter spilling out of the silk that did little to contain them.

“Oh, shit, sorry, Mr. Postman....” I smiled at her and shrugged. “No problem. You just gave me a shock, that’s all. If you meant that guy that just went down the stairs, he’s gone.”

She smiled sheepishly.

“The fucker couldn’t get it up... what a waste of time. I hate that. I needed some, you know?” She winked with her twinkling, playful eyes.

She certainly wasn’t shy. All I could do was nod and shrug. “When you need some, you need some, I guess”.

“See, Mr. Postman understands me.” She ran a hand through her blonde locks and her kimono fell open to reveal pretty much everything she had to offer. She didn’t seem to care but I was sure to suck it all in. Her breasts were round and firm and her nipples as hard as nails. Her stomach was flat and trim and a quick glance revealed that she was clean-shaven and the mound around her slit was swollen.

“Hey, a package! Yay!”

“Yep. From Eroticon.”

She stepped out onto the landing and took the package from me. As she approached I could smell her sweet perfume laced with the scents of a night of partying: alcohol, faint, sweet sweat and the musty aroma of her woman’s pussy. I tried not to be too obvious as I inhaled, intent to remember every detail for when I jacked my cock in the shower later.

“I’ve been waiting for this one...” She started to unwrap the package right then and there on the landing. Despite my thrill at finally standing face to face with Maria Hansen and being overwhelmed that she was even better-looking than I could have imagined, I was uncomfortable.

She opened the package to reveal a medium-size, black buttplug and two erotic films.

“Yummy!”, she said as she lifted the buttplug up between her slender fingers and held it up to show me.

I nodded and smiled, not really knowing what to say.

She fixed me with her sharp, blue eyes. “When you need some, you need some... Isn’t that what Mr. Postman said?”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Well, I need some. Someone who can get it up. I’ve been out all night and I need someone who can get it up. I need someone who knows where I like to put this...” she dangled the black buttplug in front of my face and moved closer to me. Her voice changed to a hoarse, desperate hiss.

“I need to be someone’s bitchslut. Does Mr. Postman want a bitchslut? Can I be your bitchslut, Mr. Postman?”

Two intense questions to which I knew the answer but I was unable to reply.

“Can you get it up?” Her hand slid between my legs and what she found didn’t disappoint her. My cock was already hard as steel after looking at her, smelling her and hearing her filthy talk. I nodded.

“Good.” She forced the black buttplug into my hand and with that she spun on her heels and went back into her flat without ceremony, leaving me on the landing. I heard the package hit the floor in the hall.

I didn’t know what to do but I made a quick decision. I entered her flat, closing the door behind me.

It wasn’t a big flat, but I didn’t know where she went. I peered into the kitchen and a room that looked like an office. She wasn’t there. I was headed for the bedroom when I saw her in the living room and I went in.

Maria was on her knees on the floor in the middle of the living room. Her ass danced in the air and her face was buried in a pillow. She moaned in the pillow as she awaited my approach.

I couldn’t believe the sight that awaited me on the floor. Maria’s perfect ass with her tight hole perfectly framed in the middle and her slick cunt lips below, slightly parted in anticipation.

And there I was, standing in her living room, my cock hard in my postman shorts and a shiny black buttplug in my hand.

I had no choice. There was only one way forward. I knelt down behind her.

“You like your bitchslut’s holes? Huh? Do you? Come on, Mr. Postman, fill up your bitchslut’s aching holes... come on... do it... Do you like it? Tell me... talk to me...”

Maria’s dirty talk was an inspiration to me. I quickly got into the flow.

“Yeah, you dirty little bitchslut... I like your tight, wet holes... and I’m going to fill them up...”

She squealed at my words, as tentative as they might have been, and pushed her ass back towards me.

I leaned over so my face was close to her cunt and ass.

“You’ve been itching for this all night long, haven’t you? I can smell your musty cunt and ass. You’ve been hot and wet down there all night, aching for some cock, haven’t you? I can smell it...”

“Mmm, yeah... I’m so dirty down there... so musty... it’s been too long. I need it... please...”

I let my tongue lead the way. I started at her clit and flattened my tongue against her slit, licking her in one fluent motion all the way up to her asshole before breaking the contact. I could taste her musk and the salty residue of her sweat and fluids.


“Jesus Fucking Christ...” was all she could mutter amid a flurry of groans and squeals.

I took the buttplug and rubbed it along her wet slit. The tip parted her willing lips and it was soon coated in her juices. As she groaned, she reached out and fumbled for the remote control to the vcr. She pressed play and tossed it away. I didn’t quite understand why until an image toned up on the screen of the widescreen TV at the end of the room. Home videos of Maria Hansen fucking another man on the same floor. Being another man’s bitchslut right before my eyes.

Instinctual jealousy rose up within me, even though I had no right to call her mine. It infuriated me but more importantly, it turned me on even more. I rubbed the buttplug roughly against her cunt as I watch another man fucking her hard from behind. His large cock cleaved into her cunt, stretching it to the limit.

In my jealousy and passion I rudely thrust the buttplug into Maria’s waiting cunt. Her hips bucked wildly at the intrusion, pushing backwards to take it all in. I held the buttplug firmly in place and let her try to fuck herself on it while I let my tongue lap at her tiny, tight butthole.

“You like to be a bitchslut, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I love it... let me be your bitchslut... just do whatever you want.... just do it hard...”

I pulled out the buttplug in one movement, leaving her gaping cunt lips spread wide. She gasped at the loss of the penetration. I placed one hand on her ass cheek and positioned the tip of the buttplug at her asshole. Her muscles contracted at the touch and her moans turned more primal.

I was fascinated at the sight of her willing body on the floor before me and on the screen at the end of the room, where the nameless man continued his rampant fucking of her hole.

I slid the buttplug in a few centimetres and her ass muscles pushed back to try and accommodate it.

“I want your ass to take all of this buttplug, bitchslut... can you do that for me?”

“Yeah... give it to me.”

I put my back into it and forced the buttplug deeper inside her ass, watching her hole expand to allow all of it inside her. Her squeals increased in decibel with every centimetre the buttplug penetrated her. Just when her asshole was stretched to the limit, the plug narrowed and, with an inaudible ‘plop’, it was completely inside her.

Her ass writhed wildly and I tried to keep her still with my hand on her ass. With my other hand I desperately tried to undo my fly and drag my throbbing cock out into the open. My own breathing was ragged and my need to feel her hot folds of silky cuntflesh around my cock was reaching the boiling point.

I freed my cock from the confines of my shorts and gripped it hard in my hand, feeling the blood pulse in my shaft.

“I’m going to use your holes until I cum, bitchslut. That’s what you need, isn’t it?” My voice was now hoarse with desire.

“Use me... do it... do it hard...”

I intended to. I had jacked off to fantasies of this woman in my shower so many times, I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to fuck her hard. I watched the man fuck her on the screen. He slammed crazily into her cunt and Maria on the TV screamed loudly. Maria on the floor looked up at the screen to follow the action, too, as she pushed her ass backwards towards me, egging me on.

With cock in hand, I pointed the bulbous, blood-filled head at her cunt hole. With the other hand I grabbed the base of the buttplug and wriggled it roughly in her ass. Without warning, my cock slid smoothly and fluently into her hot, wet cunt, and keep on going until I was as deep as I could go. Our moans matched pitch and intensity as I buried my cock inside her.

There was nothing else to do but fuck my bitchslut hard and I proceeded to do so, taking my cue from the man on screen. I leaned into her and started sliding my cock in and out of her heat, slowly at first, but I soon needed to piston in and out of her. She met each thrust with a grunt as my cock filled her up and my heavy, cum-filled balls slapped loudly against her clit.

I was riveted both to the screen and to the sight of our fucking. I manipulated the buttplug as best I could, given the hard pace. On screen the man also had a buttplug inside of her ass but he soon ripped it out and tossed it aside, readjusting his position to slide his cock into the void left by the buttplug. Maria on the floor gasped at the sight of this and I had learned quickly what she needed. I did the same, letting the buttplug drop to the floor beside us and grabbing my aching cock and letting it force itself into her tight, musky asshole.

Maria responded by raising herself up on her hands, mirroring herself on screen and preparing for the ass fucking that was about to commence.

I reached around her and grabbed her tits as my ass started to slam my cock into her ass. No matter how hard I fucked her, she only groaned louder. I pinched her nipples and held onto them, pulling them hard and I soon lost myself in the pure ecstasy of fucking my bitchslut’s ass.

Sweat dripped down on her tanned ass and back from my brow and I was aware of saliva creeping out of the corner of my mouth but didn’t care. All that mattered was the glorious feeling of her impossibly tight asshole on my cock and her writhing body beneath me. The man fucking the on screen Maria was losing his steady rhythm, a sure sign he was soon to cum.

“Take me cock, bitchslut... take it...”, I mumbled as the fucking increased in intensity...

A rhythmic “yeah, yeah, yeah...” was all Maria could mutter.

Suddenly the man on screen uttered what sounded like a roar. He grabbed his cock as it flopped out of her ass and he held it tight as it sprayed hot droplets of cum on her ass. The sight was more than I could bear, and Maria knew it. She had played this game before.

“Cum on my ass, Mr. Postman...” she growled.

As I pulled out of her ass, her muscles grabbed hungrily at my cock. I held my cock tight and watched myself spray my load over her bucking ass. My cum flowed down over her hole and cunt lips.

Maria buried her face in her pillow as I ejaculated, seemingly relishing the feel of my hot sperm on her skin.

My body went tense until my orgasm peaked. I gasped for air and stared in awe at my white cum on her ass.

We both panted for a few moments until Maria said, rather matter of factly, “Now go. Leave me here like the slut I am. On the floor, covered in your hot cum...”

It surprised me, but I did as she suggested. Standing up, inserting my half-hard cock in my shorts and zipping up. In the doorway, I looked back at her, still prone on the floor with her ass in the air, my cum now dripping onto the floor.

On the screen, the other man was leaving, too. I headed out of the door, closing it behind me, looking forward to delivering the next package addressed to Maria Hansen.