Sordid Sorting Office Supper by Candice Fullsome

What do you do when you’re out of work in a new town and needing some cash, as well as a good hard shagging? In this story by Telephone Sexy’s very own Mistress, a woman finds answers to all her needs in her local post office.

I’d just moved to a new town and needed some work. Something where I would meet lots of men, of course. Now, I’m the type that looks all sweet and innocent but really I’m just a man-hungry slut.

I woke up to the sound of the doorbell one morning, so struggled into a dressing gown and slippers and wandered downstairs. It was the postman, with a parcel. I wasn’t too interested in the parcel, but he was very tasty indeed. Not too tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. Hmm, breakfast, I thought. My dressing gown happened to slip open as I took the parcel from him, giving him a quick flash of the tiny white vest I had been sleeping in, and an even tinier little g-string.

He glanced down and a slight smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth. “So, are you my regular postie then?”, I asked invitingly, blushing and covering myself up a little.

“Oh no, I normally work in the sorting office, but we’re a bit short today, so I said I’d run around in a van with the parcels.”

“Oh right, pity,” I said. He looked at me quizzically, “oh, you know, it’s always useful to know your postie…” I continued.

“Oh I see, well, your regular is Bob, he’s a good bloke”, he said, turning and leaving.

I went back in with the parcel, and the cogs of fantasy started whirring. I imaged that I’d been a little more awake and had actually invited him in. The old postman/milkman fantasy. Not original, but when they are as cute as that it’s a good one. I leaned against the kitchen table and just had to run a hand down to my pussy, to give it a little stroke. Not long after I was lying on the kitchen table with my knickers around one ankle pumping my pussy full with the neck of the champagne bottle left over from my lonely little moving-in celebration last night. God I needed that wank.

Later that day I couldn’t get that cute postie out of my mind, so I decided to go and find him. Sorting office he said, hmm, where’s the yellow pages. I found out where it was, got out my new map and found the road and off I went. Cycling over there it was a lovely hot day, and I had to stop and ask directions a couple of times, asking a cute guy of course. Guys are usually very helpful when you’re wearing a shirt, shorts and cheeky sneakers, especially if they are all crisp and neatly pressed!

I reached the sorting office, and got my little parcel out of my bag and went on inside. There he was! Simple! There was quite a long queue, so I had to wait, but I managed to get a good long look at him as his strong arms lifted parcels and mailbags over the counter. Hmm, time for lunch I thought to myself…

As I got near the counter I saw a poster stuck up behind the glass. ‘Counter Staff Wanted’. PING! The little light bulb in my head lit up and I thought, “that’s it, I could work here, with a bunch of cute posties!”

I got to the front of the queue, and unfortunately I wasn’t served by the cutie, another chap served, me, he was larger, with a fit muscled build, not bad either though. “Hi, can I send this First Class please?”

“Sure.”

“I see you’re looking for staff, is there an application form?”

“Yeah – hey, Andy,” he said to the cutie, “where’s those job forms?”

Andy hunted under the counter and came over with one “Here you go, oh hello, I delivered to you this morning.”

“Yes, thanks…”, I said, blushing as I saw the glint in his eye.

I paid for the parcel and went home to fill in the application, but not before having another wank – I was so horny – I had to get out my dildos and imagine that both of them were taking me: one up my pussy and one in my mouth. Full of throbbing hard cock, as I bucked around the bed in orgasm. Pity there was no man spunk to finish it off though.

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A few days later I got a letter in the post (as you’d expect from the Royal Mail, really), asking me to go for an interview the next day. It was at the same sorting office, so far, the plan was looking good…

The interview went okay, and the very next day I got a call saying I had the job. Excellent!

So, I turned up on my first day to be kitted out with uniforms etc. The choice was a little boring, but it was all neat little pale blue shirts, smart dark blue pullovers and a choice of trousers, shorts or skirts. The skirts were very dowdy, and not very nice, the trousers were okay, but the shorts were my favourite, not too short, neat and tidy, and quite cheeky really. Fitted my neat and tidy image perfectly.

I was wondering where I’d be placed to start off with, and it was in at the deep-end, straight behind the counter to help the guys on there. The very first day there I was shoulder to shoulder with my cute little postie, in my cheeky shorts with my hair tied back. I felt very naughty having planned all this, and especially as he was now in charge of me!

We worked hard all day, and there was lots of polite “excuse me” and “sorry!” as we brushed past each other all the time. All I had to do now was snare him, and have my wicked way.

It was just after closing time, and we were chatting about how it all went. I was just about to ask him if he fancied a drink, to go over the international postage rates with me, but he beat me to it, but he didn’t invite me for a drink, oh no.

“Fancy a fuck?” he said, nearly knocking me off my feet.

“Umm” I said, stuck for words.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just, you know, you’ve given me the horn all day, and from what I saw the other morning…”

“Right, yes, oh, come here” I said, taking my chance. I jumped on him and started snogging him hard. The rush was just huge, passion tore up my through my body.

His strong hands and arms wrapped around me, exploring my back and bum, he was wasting no time! I very quickly felt a lump in his trousers, pressing against my shorts. I slid my hand around for a feel, opening my eyes to see his reaction. He opened his and looked at me in shock!

“Mmm, you’re a naughty girl aren’t you?!” He said, breaking off from my mouth. “You look all neat and tidy and innocent, but really you’re just a fucking horny slag!”

“You got it.” I replied, “I was going to try and get you back to my place, but you beat me to it you bastard.”

I moved backwards towards the counter and undid my Royal Mail issue belt… I unzipped the shorts and let them drop around my ankles.

“The same knickers” I said to him, rubbing my pussy mound. “Want a closer look?”

He came over and dropped to his knees, burying his face in my warm thighs, he nuzzled away at my little white panties, as I shook the shorts off one ankle and lifted my leg up onto the counter. I heard a knock on the office door and saw someone peering in. “We’re closed.” I shouted as they swore and turned away.

I tugged at my g-string and pulled it to one side, his fingers roughly probing at my cunt-hole. His tongue found my clit, making me let out a little squeal. “Finger me, get those fingers right up my cunt” I said to him, wriggling in delight.

I felt his tongue lapping at me some more, slipping a couple of fingers in and out of my very wet and wanting pussy. I saw his other hand working away at his own trousers, freeing his hard cock, wanking it, making it ready to pump into me.

He stood up and grabbed hold of me, throwing me onto a big pile of full mail sacks, face down. “You fucker, go on, fuck me, fill me from behind.” I always did like the man to dominate. I pushed my arse in the air, and made sure my g-string was pulled right to the side, so he had a full view of both my waiting holes.

The first I felt of him was his trousers on my thighs, straddling me, I then felt the head of his fat cock against my arse cheek, he playfully slapped it against me, then slowly rubbed it up and down my waiting lips, making sure he was nice and wet with my juices.

Suddenly I was full, his cock thrust in right up to his bollocks. My cunt was on fire, full of prime naked cute-cock. He started hammering into me, fucking me hard, the postbags moving around underneath us. I hung on to a trolley with one arm, and my other arm flailed around looking for something to grab, it found the floor, as he pumped me harder and harder.

I could feel myself starting to come already, the days of working hard at getting this man coming to a climax, his fat knob striking my g-spot with every stroke. I started to scream out, not caring who might here me through in the sorting depot – I’d only been here a day, who cares if I lost the job!

He grunted as he fucked me, a strong almost silent fucker, I could feel his cock expanding as he pushed in and out, his foreskin pulling back and forth. I could take no more and let it go, let my orgasm out, hard, pulsating, squeezing his cock, my juices oozing out, onto his cock and balls, and no doubt his trousers.

He stopped pumping and withdrew. I wanted him more now, I wanted to be fucked in every position. I felt his strong arms spin me over, sitting me on the mail sacks. His cock being thrust towards my face. He was tossing himself off, obviously about to lose his salty load. I opened my moth wide, stuck out my tongue licking his end as he wanked away. I looked up cheekily at him, smirking. A final grunt and a huge smile from him gave the indication that he was ready, I wrapped my lips around his cock as he fucked my mouth, squeezing his hot juices right down the back of my throat.

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I did get him back to my place that night after all, and he was my morning postie once again.