Stress-Relief

It's Just Stress Relief. Nothing Else.

        (This is my first time of doing a one-shot so hope you like it. Enjoy. :)

                                                                              ( Second Person View  )

  It was a Sunday morning and you were having your favorite cup of joe. Black coffee with no sugar. You were busy scrolling through Facebook and didn't notice the knock on the door. The knock was louder the next time, causing you to drop your phone on the glass table and walked to your Echo video doorbell camera. Seeing it was the delivery person, you grumbled and walked over to the front door before opening it slightly. "Here you go miss," the delivery person said. "Thank you." Your voice sent shivers up his spine before you touched his long, hairy fingers. Taking the package, you bent down and put it near the flowers, allowing him to have a nice view of your ass. Immediately got hard, he was embarrassed and walked away his truck, going to deliver more packages with his filthy boner.

Closing and locking the door, you walked back to your seat and continuing drinking coffee. It was 7 and you had to be at your workplace by 9 AM. Finishing your cup of coffee, you put your cup in the sink. Walking to the garage, you opened the door, revealing your brand-new Tesla for your birthday. It was fully charged and unlocked the car door and opened it. Getting inside the car, you turned on the engine and drove off.

  Arriving at your workplace, you saw your supervisor, Lisa. Your dark grey eyes shined in the sun, you admired the lady very much. She was lovestruck. She was the most kindest person on earth, second to Mother Teresa. Walking over to her with puppy eyes, she saw you and gave you an motherly smile. "Hello, Shebi. It's been long, how are you doing?" "I'm doing fine, mistress- I mean.. - Ms. Patai." "Heh, cute," she mumbled to herself. 'She thought I'm cute! Cute!' Beaming in delight, Lisa walked into the building to greet all the staff while Shebi was still standing there. Soon, she ran up to the building and walked inside before heading to her office. Getting herself ready for the day, she tucked in her bag under the desk and started off to work the piles of papers stacked on her desk. It was an tiring job, but it payed off all her rent in a flash. Half through the paperwork, a lady came inside your room, saying the salesman manager needed her.   Well, she didn't liked the salesman manager one bit. He was a freaking weirdo to be exact. Hearing the rumors from the other workers, he was trying to get the President to be fired by the board and be President, in other words, overthrow him. You grumbled and walked over to his office, having a little sly smirk, as if he did something. "Please take a seat, miss." Taking your seat, he started off with a little chat which you seem to ignore and possibly wonder why he called you. "Sir.. I have to get back to my office." "Already? Please, stay. I'll even pay you to sleep with me." "Ew, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Leaving his office with the chair on the door, you washed your hands and went back to do paperwork.

  Coming back at 5:46 PM, you were exhausted and went upstairs to take a bath. Then, somebody called you, it was an unknown caller. Picking up the call, it was a deep voice, deeper than yours. "Hello, who is this?" "Ah... hello. Are you Shebi? I've been looking for you." "What the... who are you and how do you know my name?!" "It's me, the person you sold your body to at the club a few years ago because you were dealing with financial problems." "Well, yeah.. umm... What do you want?" "I was wondering if you want to have another round, if you don't want to, I have other alternatives." "What do you mean another alternatives?" "This is something you could not say no to. I know everything. You're about lose the grip of your job, you came so many times late last week. You're on the verge of getting fired. I could be of other... methods, of course." She gulped. He wasn't lying. You arrived so late that even your supervisor got angry at you . Putting her head down in shame, you shamefully agreed to his terms. Giving him your address, he would send somebody to you shortly. And shortly indeed. Before you even undressed, somebody was already outside. Opening the door, you saw a tall young man with a quirky smile. It took you a second to realize it was the delivery man. "What the... aren't you the delivery man?" "Well, um.. this is my side-hustle. I don't get paid enough for my rent so I joined this company." "Whatever. Come in..." Grumbling, you close and lock the door before he asks you questions. "Well... would you like it rough, medium, or gentle?" "Do what ever suits you best." "Whore..." He mumbled under his breath. Kissing you with swirling his tongue around yours, he licked your lips and grabbed you by the waist. Falling deep into his love, you couldn't help but grab his soft brown messy hair.     His hands fell down onto your hips and then your ass. Clamping down on it, you moaned it in his mouth before unbuttoning your suit, and licked your nipple. It was nothing more but just what he had to do. "Please... fuck me.." Sucking your nipples and playing with your breasts, you moaned in ecstasy. Your nipples were hard and lavishly pink before he continued to unbutton the rest of your shirt. His long index finger tickled your cleavage and down to her waist. "Noo... this is so embarrassing, I can't.." Yes, he wanted it too but he wanted to explore body and find your weak spots. Taking down your pants, he saw your lacy sexy underwear. "Such a dirty lewd woman with a dirty mind. I wonder how wet are you..." Ripping your panties off, he touched your clitoris and circled it. "Stop it... I'm going to cum... Just please, put it inside me..." "What an impatient woman." Carrying you by the legs, he dropped over your white fluffy couch before rubbing his fingers on your inner labia. Turning and circling all around your labia, you instantly cummed in no time. "Why..." Putting his fingers in, he pumped in and out of your entrance, breaking your hymen. Two fingers were already inside. Why not add some more. 3 fingers inside. "What are you doing? Stop!" 4 fingers. "Stop it, please. It hurts!" Could he fit his whole hand inside there? "Stop it, please..!" Tears gushed down her face. He didn't mean it like that. It was like a slop ol' joe. He messed badly. And fucked up did he.

( I will add some more soon as long this thing gets views!)