I became the mailman’s teen whore this week. I was waiting for my package. I ordered a vibrating bullet online. I used a gift card I got from my birthday and was a nervous wreck waiting for my special toy to be delivered. I was checking the tracking number nonstop. I finally saw that it was on its way early in the morning. Luckily I was the only one home. It was a rainy day, and the mailman apologized for the delay. I could tell he was intrigued by my package. I was practically ripping it from his hands. I yanked it out and apologized, but before I could even register that I cut the envelope apart, a loud thud came about. My shiny bullet encased box was free to see. The mailman made a joke, and I got beet red in the face. You could say he could see the fear in me because he asked me if my parents were home because he needed a signature. I knew he was bluffing, and what happened next would be pure blackmail. The mailman told me if I didn’t want to be said on that I would have to let him use the toy on me and he would need a nice blowjob. I spent that rainy morning giving him head and allowing him to explore my teen body.
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