Multi-Orgasmic Box Set

Naughty Delivery

Naughty Delivery

Sonia moved restlessly through the house, cleaning. She hated housework at the best of times, but when she was on tenterhooks like this, the dust certainly didn’t have much to fear.

She was saved from her half-hearted duster-flicking by a knock at the door. Abandoning the cloth with undisguised glee, Sonia rushed to the front door. Unlocking it, she greeted the delivery guy with a maniacal grin. Barely noticing his wary expression, Sonia signed his hand-held machine and closed the door behind him, clutching the box with delight.

Sonia rushed out to the garden.

“Ben! Ben, it’s here!”

Ben looked up from where he’d been weeding the garden, a smile spreading across his handsome face. Sonia’s excitement was catching. Plus, he was just as interested in the contents of the package as she was.

Standing, he followed his girlfriend as she scampered back into the house, retrieved a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and made her way upstairs. Ben paused to wash his dirt-encrusted hands in the kitchen before heading to the bedroom.

Upstairs, she was sitting cross-legged on their bed, scissors at the ready. Ben tucked his lanky frame into a mirror image of Sonia’s position, and nodded.

“Go on then,” he said, “open it.”

She didn’t need prompting twice. Slicing away at the tape sealing the box, Sonia was careful not to damage the contents. When it was done, she put the scissors down and waggled her eyebrows and fingers theatrically before folding back the flaps of the box.

Sinking her fingers into the polystyrene packing chips, Sonia resisted the childish temptation to scoop some up and throw them around. She’d only have to tidy them up; and she thought that time would be much better spent enjoying the contents of the parcel.

It was the first time they’d ordered s*x toys from the internet. Actually, it was the first time they’d purchased any s*x toys, full stop. Ben and Sonia had always been happy with their s*x life, but after reading one too many articles about how much fun vibrators and things were, they’d decided to find out what all the fuss was about.

They’d giggled like naughty schoolchildren as they scoured their website of choice, browsing through all the sexy things available for sale. After gawping wide-eyed and open-mouthed at several scary-looking implements definitely not designed for beginners, they’d navigated back to the more vanilla couples’ toys.

Following some umm-ing and ahh-ing, they made their choices, placed the order and waited. However, things weren’t quite the same after they’d clicked that ‘Confirm Purchase’ button. In the days that followed, their normal routine was punctuated with spontaneous s*x. It usually followed a conversation about the various things they’d seen on the website, not to mention the items that were winging their way through the postal system, en route to their house.

Or so they thought.

Ben looked on with anticipation as Sonia’s hands delved into the box. He watched her expression change as she touched something other than polystyrene; her eyes lighting up. His c**k twitched as his mind raced ahead, considering the possibilities of what was about to happen.

When Sonia brought a leather s******g paddle out of the package, the silence was palpable. She looked at Ben, a crease appearing between her eyebrows. Tossing the implement onto the bed, Sonia continued to rummage around in the box. The items she brought out in her hands next shouldn’t have been surprising, considering the spanker. But they were.

Because Sonia and Ben had not ordered thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs to go with the paddle. They hadn’t even ordered the paddle. Ben reached over to take the heavy cuffs from Sonia and lay them down next to the spanker.

Sonia soon unearthed the packing slip from the bottom of the box. Eyes flicking down the page, the crease between her eyebrows grew deeper.

“This is really weird,” she said, passing a hand across her forehead, as if to erase the confusion. “Something’s gone completely wrong here. This slip is actually correct.”

“Look,” she continued, turning the sheet of paper so Ben could read it, “it’s got the right name, address, items and price. But the wrong items have been packed. They’ve obviously f****d up in their warehouse. Someone is sitting at home like we are now, expecting all this kinky s**t, and they’ve got our stuff!”

“Well,” said Ben, looking across to where the offending items lay. “There’s not a lot we can do about it right now, is there?”

“Not really.” She sighed. “I’m pretty pissed off though. I was in the mood for a bit of fun.”

A glint in his eye, Ben grasped the handle of the spanker. Turning his gaze to Sonia, he said, “What do you mean, ‘was?’ What’s to stop us from having some fun anyway?”

He brought the flat of the paddle down hard on his palm, grinning wolfishly as Sonia yelped at the sound.

“You want to use that stuff?” Sonia said, looking worriedly at the heavy-duty cuffs.

“Well, it seems a shame to waste it. And you’ve always said you’d try anything once.”

“Within reason, I said!”

“Come on,” Ben chided, “it’s only a bit of b*****e, a bit of s******g. Let’s give it a go. I’ll tie you up first, then maybe later we can reverse roles. If we’re not into it, we’ll stop. It’s no biggie.”

Sonia looked at Ben, who copied her eyebrow-wiggling of earlier. She shrugged. “Why not? I guess we’ll never know if we don’t try.”

“That’s my girl. Now get your kit off and let me see that gorgeous body of yours.”

Sonia shifted off the bed, moving the box, complete with its polystyrene contents onto the floor. She kicked off her shoes, then bent to pull off her socks. Standing, she started unbuttoning her blouse.

The pace obviously wasn’t quick enough for Ben, who yelled, “Quicker than that, come on!”

Sonia looked wide-eyed at her boyfriend and considered teasing him all the more for his impatience. That would have been her usual reaction. But when he started tapping the paddle against his palm, she decided against it. He was obviously getting into character; he’d gone all masterful, getting off the bed and stretching to his full height, so he towered over her, glowering.

Sonia was surprised to discover that, far from finding Ben’s sudden dominance ridiculous or amusing, it was making her hot. They’d always been equals in the bedroom, but now the thought of being taken and ravished by Ben was causing a delicious heat in her groin that was only going to get hotter.

Shedding her clothes as quickly as she could, Sonia soon stood naked before Ben. Without realising it, she’d also slipped into character, standing there silently and awaiting her next orders.

“Good,” said Ben, still tapping the paddle against his hand, “now get onto the bed, and spread ‘em.”

As Sonia turned to do Ben’s bidding, he aimed a sharp smack at her rounded bottom, causing her to squeal and leap onto the bed. She spread-eagled herself quickly before any more s****s could be laid on her arse. As she watched for Ben’s next move, she felt the skin he’d struck grow warm and tingly. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, but Sonia suspected there hadn’t been much force behind the blow. Nevertheless, her p***y grew warmer at the thought of more force being applied.

Ben, still fully dressed, climbed onto the bed and picked up the wrist restraints. Shuffling up towards Sonia’s head, he knelt by her side, examining the cuffs to see how they worked. Soon, he slipped Sonia’s hand inside the faux-fur lined leather and did up the fastenings.

Breaking out of character briefly, he said, “Any time you’re not happy or comfortable, you let me know. I suppose we should have a safe word. That’s what they do, right?”

Sonia nodded.

“Okay,” he continued, “the safe word is ‘bananas’. You say that, we stop. Okay?”

Sonia nodded again, and Ben dropped a kiss on her head. “Good girl. Now put your arms above your head so I can chain you to the bed.”

She did as she was told. Ben slipped one of the slim chains around a bar at the head of the bed and clipped it to the first cuff. Then, reaching over her, he secured Sonia’s other wrist and attached the chain. She was now officially tied up. Of course, that was only half the game.

Moving down her body, Ben repeated the process with Sonia’s ankles. Once he’d finished, he got off the bed and moved across the room, turning to study his handiwork from a distance. He’d had a semi-on ever since Sonia had started undressing, and it had taken some real determination to keep his head as he trussed her up.

Now, though, looking at his girlfriend all tied up and presented to him like a gift, Ben’s c**k thickened. It pushed against the material of his boxers and jeans, eager to be let out. Sonia looked stunning. Her colour was high, her eyes shone and even from here he could see that her p***y was glistening with juices. He couldn’t wait to play with and tease her until she begged him to f**k her.

Ben stripped without preamble, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor and walked back to where Sonia waited. He joined her on the bed and moved into a kneeling position between her spread legs. Retrieving the s******g paddle, he held it up.

Looking into Sonia’s eyes, he spoke. “You look so delicious, I barely know where to start.”

Sonia said nothing, jiggling a little as if to test her bonds. Her breasts bobbed and bounced, drawing Ben’s attention. “Or perhaps I do.”

As the paddle impacted on Sonia’s pale flesh, she yelped. Ben knew it was just impulse; he was just testing the waters and hadn’t so far struck her very hard at all. Besides, although she’d made a noise, she hadn’t struggled or protested. He aimed a whack on the other breast.

Sonia squeaked again, then lay still, body tense and aching with anticipation. Ben wasn’t striking her very hard, but she suspected he was sussing out her pain threshold. She trusted him implicitly and knew he would never hurt her. Not any more than she wanted him to, at least.

The thought startled her, but really she shouldn’t have been surprised. Her brain may not have caught up, but her body was certainly reacting to the punishment Ben had been meting out. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and cunt, and her n*****s were hard little nubs, sticking up like buoys from a sea of reddened flesh.

Ben increased the pace and force of his strokes until Sonia felt like she was on fire. She moaned and gasped as the sensation overwhelmed her, her p***y seeping juices down her c***k and onto the bed sheets. Each blow was like a firework going off; the initial bang, a delay, then the slow spread of little dots and streaks of light.

When Ben stopped what he was doing, Sonia’s eyes flew open. She hadn’t fully realised they’d been closed. She watched as he shifted position, moving lower on the bed.

From his new vantage point, Ben had the most perfect and delicious view of Sonia’s p***y. It was spread before him, soaking wet and silently begging to be f****d. He wanted to. Oh God, did he want to. However, he also wanted to see how much further he could push Sonia’s limits. She’d come easily if he f****d her now, he knew that. But he wanted to see if some of the rumours were true; that the longer he held off, the more explosive her eventual c****x would be.

His c**k throbbed painfully as he thought about Sonia’s tight cunt and what it felt like to be inside it. He’d be there, soon enough. But first…

Sonia jumped as the first blow landed on her inner thigh. Ben had been studying her p***y so intently that she’d closed her eyes, silently praying that his resolve would c***k and that he’d stuff his c**k inside her and f**k her until they both came. Obviously that was not going to happen. Yet.

The pale skin of her inner thighs quickly changed colour as Ben alternated strokes on each. He was careful not to hit the same spot too many times, and soon Sonia’s flesh was pink and red from crotch to knee. She was so high on the sensation that she felt like she would come if Ben so much as blew on her clit. Oh, if only he would do something. The tiny cluster of nerve endings was distended and aching. Sonia desperately wanted to c****x, but it was not up to her.

Ben was in charge. She was helpless and she loved it. Somehow, removing her freedom of choice had freed her. She was completely at her lover’s mercy; didn’t have to think or do anything. Just feel what was being done to her by the man she loved.

And right now, he was discarding the s******g paddle and covering her with his big body. He leaned down to kiss her lips and as she opened her mouth to admit his tongue, he thrust his c**k inside her soaked p***y.

As soon as Ben’s pubic bone rubbed against her tortured clit, she came. And came.

When it was over, she decided she was mighty glad the s*x toy company had screwed up the order. She had no idea what s*x would have been like with the c**k ring and mini-vibe they’d actually ordered, but right then, she didn’t care.

She was so satiated that she had half a mind to write them a letter of thanks.

Dear s*x toy company. Thanks for f*****g up our order and the mind blowing orgasms that resulted.

Sonia giggled, making Ben stir in her arms. She quieted, not wanting to wake him up. Her gaze fell on the abandoned box on the floor. She smiled.

Thanks indeed.