My stepsister takes advantage of being alone at home to fuck with the delivery man

The doorbell rang, echoing through the quiet house. Priya, sprawled on the couch in her skimpy pink maternity tank top and tiny sleep shorts, glanced up from her magazine with a sigh. She was alone, her stepmom at work and stepdad at the office. This better not be another delivery she thought, waddling to the door, her heavily pregnant belly preceding her.

She swung open the door to reveal a muscular man in a tight white tank top and cargo shorts holding a box. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes alight with surprise and a hint of interest as they roamed Priya’s soon-to-explode figure. “Hello ma’am, I have a delivery for Rhea…” he said, his voice rich and deep.

Priya stepped back, gesturing for him to enter. “I’m her daughter, you can just leave it with me,” she said, leading him through to the living room. The man followed, his gaze now firmly planted on Priya’s rounded ass cheeks peeking out from under her tiny shorts. She could practically feel his eyes on her.

“Actually, I need a signature,” he said, putting the box down on the dining table. Priya turned to face him, her tank top riding up and exposing the underside of her heavy breasts. The man’s eyes widened as he took in the creamy swells.
Priya noticed his gaze and smiled mischievously. She reached back and pulled the tank top over her head, freeing her massive, milky tits. Her swollen nipples were dark and erect. The man stood rooted, gaping.

Priya took a step towards him, her belly sticking out so far she had to adjust her stride. She reached out and grabbed his tank top, pulling him close. “Can I have that signature now?” she purred.
The man shook his head, as if snapping out of a daze. “Well, well, well,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He reached out and groped Priya’s heavy breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple. Priya gasped.

Without warning, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the table next to the box. Priya yelped in surprise, falling back onto her elbows. The man wasted no time, lifting her legs and hooking them over his shoulders. He buried his face between her thick thighs, tongue flicking out to lick her already dripping slit.
Priya moaned, the sudden sensation drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. The man lapped at her pussy, sucking her clit, his hands squeezing her ass. Priya grabbed his hair, pushing his face harder against her cunt. He obliged, two fingers pushing inside her tight hole.

He curled them upwards, stroking her G-spot as he sucked hard on her clit. Priya writhed, her massive tits bouncing with each thrust of his fingers. “That’s it, lick my pregnant pussy,” she groaned, grinding against his face.

The man growled, scissoring his fingers inside her, stretching her swollen lips. Priya could feel her orgasm building, her belly quivering. Just as she was about to cum, the man pulled back. Priya whined in protest.

Standing, he unbuckled his shorts, freeing his enormous cock. Priya’s eyes widened, her mouth watering at the sight. The man lifted her thighs higher, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice gravelly with lust.

Priya bit her lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. “Please,” she whimpered, “please fuck me. My greedy little cunt needs to be filled, it’s been so long…”

The man grinned, pushing forward until just the tip of his cock was inside her. “Please what?” He demanded.

“Please, fuck my slutty, pregnant pussy!” Priya cried, desperate to be filled. The man needed no more encouragement, thrusting forward until his cock was buried inside her to the hilt.
Priya screamed in pleasure, her nails digging into the man’s shoulders. He started up a ruthless pace, slamming into her over and over. Each thrust jiggled her massive tits, the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin.

Priya could feel her orgasm building again, her cunt tightening around his cock. She reached down, fingers rubbing her clit furiously. The man picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Priya gasped, her thighs starting to tremble. The man hammered into her, his cock swelling inside her. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his hot seed spurting deep inside her. The sensation sent Priya over the edge, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came hard.

They collapsed together on the table, both gasping for breath. The man pulled out, his softening cock slipping out of her abused hole with a wet squelch. A stream of their combined juices leaked out, dripping onto the table.
Priya pushed herself up with a groan, her belly and tits sore from the pounding. She gathered her clothes, glancing over her shoulder at the mysterious delivery man. “See you next time,” she said with a wink.

The man grinned, pulling up his shorts. “I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said, saluting her with a wink before picking up the box and heading out.

Priya watched him go, a satisfied smirk on her face. She turned to the box, noticing an envelope tucked under the lid. Puzzled, she opened it, pulling out a business card.

“Raj Patel, Delivery Man Extraordinaire,” it read. On the back, he’d scribbled a phone number and a note. “For next time – Raj.”

Priya laughed, tucking the card into her top drawer. As far as deliveries went, this was going to be her favorite from now on.