I'm Olivia, I sat at the elegant table surrounded by soft candlelight. Before me, an exquisite dinner set awaited: Seared Scallops, Creamy Lobster Bisque, Grilled Filet Mignon with Truffle Mashed Potatoes, and Crème Brûlée, paired with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The aromas teased my senses, heightening my anticipation.

Fake life was more interesting than I ever imagined, and I hoped that Mark, my stingy boyfriend won't fail to send the money before that assertive waitress of a girl came with the exorbitant bill.

As I began to savor the delicious dinner before me, the sweet, creamy taste made me forget about all other worries. I completely lost thought about the unpaid loan I had taken last week, and the rented car that I was yet to renew it's lease. The company had given me an extra two days to pay, else they'll track down the car with their special team and a group of cops.

But that was behind, I needed to face this mouth-watering dinner before any other thing.

A few minutes later, I found myself scraping the bowl of my crème Brûlée, the rest of the plates already emptied. My heart skipped a beat as I realised that I hadn't received any credit alert yet.

As I began to panick on my seat, The waitress approached me with a bill folder and a pen. "Ma'am would you like to pay with card or cash?"

I looked at her, speechless. On the spur of the moment, a saviour arrived, "How much is the bill?"

The waitress called out the bill and without hesitating, he transferred the money with his mobile. The waitress confirmed it at the instance, handing him a reciept.

I looked up at him, my eyes widening in wonder. I was about to thank him from the depth of my heart when he said, "Don't say it, just come with me." The man said and started walking towards the exit.

I immediately picked up my purse from the table and followed behind him. My crazy mind read, "He looks rich. He may want to take me in as a wife."

The man led me to his car, it was the latest model of Bugatti La Voiture Noire. I was astonished by the extent of his wealth. My heart danced, knowing I just caught a rich man.

The drive to his mansion was awkwardly silent. His eyes were fixed on the road most of the time but there were a few times he took quick glances at me.

The interior design of his mansion was sophisticated and opulent, but his bedroom was an intimate sanctuary, wrapped in decadent silks and velvets.

"Take off your clothes," He said, locking the bedroom door.

Surprised, I asked, "Why should I take off my clothes?" But he didn't answer. He only began to undress himself.

At this point, I knew what was going to come next. I wondered why I had even thought that someone would pay those expensive bills without asking for anything in return.

"Anyways, since this is what he wants, I guess I'm up to the task. I'm not a virgin afterall." I said to myself.

As I began to strip, he sat, stark naked on the bed, waiting for me

After stripping, I sat on his thighs, my legs on either side. My br**sts were almost on the same level with his mouth. His d**k pointed at my p**sy with it's tip gently caressing it.

Looking straight into my eyes, he squeezed my a*s like he would a teddy bear. "So soft!" He whispered.

Enjoying his hands on my a*s, I instinctively leaned forward, presenting my lips. He gave it a few light kisses and brought his hand to my neck, making sure my lips were in the right position.

The soft pressure of his lips on mine was the kind that spoke of curiosity and exploration rather than passion and urgency. Time stood still as we savored the taste of our lips. The sensation of his bare skin on mine, and his d**k rubbing my p**sy was unexplainable.

His hands on my neck moved down to my a*s. He gave it a little squeeze before gently pushing my hips forward, causing his tip to effortlessly slide into my wet p**sy. Leaving it fixed at that point, he sucked my neck passionately.

I moaned and began cycling my hips on him while his unrelenting neck kisses made me forget about the surrounding. Laying on the bed with the man on top of me, he sucked my n**ples like an expert.

Amidst the moment of extreme pleasure, he raised my right leg, exposing my p**sy hole. As he added some lubrications with his mouth liquid, he shove his thick c**k inside me, pushed it in till my deep p**sy ate up the whole length.

Bringing it out, his d**k was already covered in my creamy juices. He shoved it in multiple times and all I did was moan to the pleasurable feeling. The slurpy sound made was a thrill as he kept on f**king my p**sy hole.

With every passing minute, he increased his pace. Soon he reclined, gesturing for me to come atop and ride him. I obeyed and sat on his erect d**k, causing him to let out a soft moan. He put a grip on my waist as I began to f**k him.

Almost half an hour of riding him, I felt a warm substance go into my p**sy from his d**k. Realising it was his c*m I tried to get up so he wouldn't spill all his seed inside me, but his grip on my waist was firm and unyielding. He made sure that every single sp**m went into my body before letting go of me.

"As he slipped from under me, he began to dress up.

"What was that for?" I asked,

"I hate wasting those," he replied plainly.

I had opted to stay a little longer, thinking that I had found a new, rich man but he didn't even want me to stay for an extra second. My heart dropped when he said that his wife would be back home in a few minutes and that I should leave immediately.

He dropped me off at the restaurant where he picked me, leaving me alone to face my loan and car debts. If not anything, I was grateful for the dinner, the luxurious ride and the sweet f**k.

I sat comfortably on my plush sofa, engrossed in my favourite book, "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks. Suddenly, Eugene burst into my door. His face looked flushed and reddened, his eyes welling up in tears.

I had never seen my bestfriend look like this, "Eugene, what is the matter with you?" I asked.

Eugene fought the tears that was about to fall as he sat next to me. "Scarlet broke up with me." He said,

"Wait, what? Why would she do that?" I asked, astonished.

"She told me she felt overwhelmed by my constant demand for s*x and that she couldn't continue anymore." Eugene said, the withheld tears finally trickling down his face.

My face turned sympathetic as I drew closer to him. I wiped off his tears and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't cry Eugene, you can always find someone else to satisfy your s*xual urge,"

Eugene turned to me, "someone else? You have no idea how hard it'll be to find someone so curvy, yet good in bed as Scarlet." He said,

"Don't say that, Eugene." I said softly. "You could always meet someone better than her."

Eugene sniffled, "but what should I do till I find another girl? How will I satisfy my s*xual urge till then?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes.

I took a deep breath, "maybe you could consider solo s*x. What do you think?"

Eugene sneered, "You know I don't do such. I need a girl who would satisfy me, not me satisfying myself!"

"Okay, fine. Eugene, how about you go home and take a relaxing bath, then tomorrow we can find alternates for your situation."

"Tomorrow? but I already feel the urge at the moment. I can't wait till tomorrow." Eugene said,

Immediately, my eyes darted to between his legs. His stiff c**k was visible through his black trousers.

Then I looked at him with suspicion. "What are your intentions, Eugene?"

"Maybe you could...Uhmm...Maybe you could help me out." He said, stammering.

My face quickly wore a disapproving look, and I inched away from him, creating some distance, "No, Eugene. You know that this could ruin our friendship." I said.

"But what are friends for? Isn't it to help each other in times of need?" Eugene said, "I'm in a dire need for s*x and you really can't help me? Seriously, Nita?"

"Don't take it that way, Eugene. It's just that.."

Eugene cut in. "It's fine, I completely understand. I guess I'll be on my way now." Eugene said as he stood from the sofa. "Bye, Anita."

Eugene's words stung deep and it really felt like he was gaslighting me. But if that was the case, then his manipulations made a real impact in me.

I stood up from the sofa, "Eugene, wait," my voice brought a halt to his exit. "Maybe I could help you a little.. just a little."

A soft smile played on Eugene's lips as he came closer. "Thanks, Nita," Eugene said, extending his arms for a hug.

He put his arms around me, squeezing my torso in a really tight hug. I could feel his heartbeat through his warm chest.

As he brought his face closer to mine, he looked into my eyes while uncertainty washed me. I knew what we were about to do was a typical example of "destroying the friendship for the friendship's sake".

Slowly, and as if asking for permission, Eugene brought his face even more closer to mine, his breath tickled my skin and I shut my eyes close.

The next thing I felt was Eugene's warm lips on mine. He kissed me slowly while leading me to the sofa, pulling my shoulder strap. My singlet fell from my shoulders down to my waist, uncovering my firm watermelon b**bs.

Eugene broke apart from me, his entire gaze moved to my b**bs. "You're beautiful," He whispered.

Then he went low, taking one of them in his mouth and squeezing the other one like a stress ball.

"Ahh! Oh my god, Eugene," I moaned when I felt his teeth on my n**ples.

After moments of sucking me, Eugene withdrew and looked at my face. "It's time for this, Nita." He said, pointing to his erected d**k which looked like it could tear the trousers apart if it wasn't satisfied soon.

Standing up, I pulled down my denim trousers. kneeling on the seat with my back to him, I relaxed my elbows on the headrest. My full a*s and p**sy was soothingly exposed to Eugene as I waited for him to bring out his c**k and f**k me.

Eugene unzipped his trousers and knelt behind me with his entire d**k out and ready to f**k. He put his both hands on my br**sts, our cheeks rubbed as his lower jaw relaxed on my shoulders while his d**k located my p**sy hole.

As his c**k dangled at the entrance of my p**sy, Eugene licked my cheek and trailed his tongue up to my ears. Gently and sweetly sucking it, he began to push himself really slowly inside me.

When his whole length finally entered, he began thrusting in and out steadily, his hands never leaving my breast. His waist collided with my bouncy a*s each time he thrusted in, and we both found ourselves moaning.

His energy seemed to increase with each passing moment, and the force he used to f**k me spiked. Soon, Eugene's hand moved from my breast to my cl*t. He rubbed it as he continued to f**k me. Our moans rose from quiet to loud.

At some point he slowed his pace. Each time he thrust in, he pushed my hips backward, causing his d**k to go deeper. And as y'all know, the deeper it is, the sweeter it gets.

I moaned uncontrollably, I never thought Eugene would be this good with s*x. He made me scream when he left his d**k in there for several seconds. He did it again, and by the third time, he resumed in his fast thrusts. This time, he went faster than ever.

His hands resumed to my b**bs, squeezing them with more passion. At this point I knew he would soon c*m. And just as I speculated, Eugene began to fill my p**sy with his c*m.

He took out his c**k, stroked it a bit and gave me some sweet neck kisses before he put the satisfied d**k back into his trousers.

I dressed myself up with my face on the floor the whole time. "Thank you, Anita," Eugene said with no hint of guilt. "I hope you won't reject me when I come for it tomorrow."

"Eugene it's getting late, you need to be on your way now." I said blankly.

As I walked Eugene to the door, he smiled slyly at me before going away. Shutting the door behind me, I walked back to the sofa and touched my p**sy. I took out a finger covered in my own best friend's juices. I heaved a deep sigh, wondering if I did the right thing or not.

Mikaela a 34 year old successful lady with no man in her life laid on her bed, au naturel. Her thick thighs were wide spread as she worked really hard to achieve a simple orgasm.

Good thing she had ordered a rabbit vibrator prior to this moment, since her dildo has been proving incompetent lately.

At perfect timing, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of her new rabbit vibrator. Mikaela jounced up, she put on a microshorts and a bra and quickly hurried downstairs. Opening the front door, she came face to face with the tan-skinned delivery guy.

His face was calm and endearing and his smile was pleasant. handing her a plain cardboard box, he said, "Here's your package ma'am."

Mikaela's eyes were fixed on the delivery guy, noticing every inch of him. Mikaela admired his professionalism as she took the package from him.

"Please sign on this," The delivery guy said, handing her the delivery reciept.

Mikaela signed on it and returned the reciept, "thank you for choosing us, ma'am," the delivery guy said. "We hope to get more orders from you."

As the delivery guy spun around, he walked to his motorcycle while Mikaela stood at her spot, mused. The sound of the motorcycle's engine on ignition sprang Mikaela into action, "hey!" She called out to him, "could you give me a hand at something? Please,"

The delivery guy immediately turned off the engine and walked over to Mikaela. "At your service, ma'am. What may I help you with?"

"Well, you see, it's my first time getting a rabbit vibrator. I have no idea on how to use it." She said softly.

"There is a user's manual in there. I'm sure it would be helpful." The delivery guy responded.

"But I'm so bad at adhering to written instructions," She said.

"Okay, then, I'll explain it to you."

"No, no, that'll be boring. How about you come upstairs and show me how it's done. You know... practically." She winked, moving her body sultrily.

The calm delivery boy's smile faltered, "ma'am, I've got many pending deliveries to make. This may not be suitable for my schedule."

"Come on, it's going to be really quick. Just show me how it's done and you can leave afterwards." Mikaela convinced.

The delivery guy's face contorted in a feeling of uncertainty. Yet, the devotion to his job won over. As Mikaela led him upstairs to her room, she shut the door behind her and handed him the cardboard box containing the rabbit vibrator.

As the delivery guy unboxed the vibrator, he began to show Mikaela it's components and the functions of each.

But Mikaela interrupted, "hang on a minute," She said as she unhesitantly started taking off her microshorts.

The delivery boy took in on this and immediately looked away. "Ma'am, what are you doing?"

Mikaela laid on the bed with her legs apart. "Come here and show me how it's done." She said, her voice low and smooth.

"Ma'am this isn't part of my job, I'm sorry."

"Well, at least you're here." Mikaela said, "come on, hurry up. You've got orders to deliver right?"

The delivery boy stood still as his gaze slowly moved to her exposed V-area,

"come on, I'm still waiting," said Mikaela.

Then the delivery guy sluggishly went over to the bed with the vibrator in his hands. He knelt between Mikaela's leg and lubricated Mikaela's p**sy with some saliva. As he gently inserted the shaft of the vibrator into her v*g*na, he made sure the clitoral stimulator was positioned correctly.

Mikaela moaned sweetly when the delivery guy turned on the vibrator. The shaft rotated in her p**sy while the rabbit-eared clitoral stimulator did justice to her clit. The delivery guy adjusted the speed and intensity of the vibrator, causing Mikaela to moan even louder.

At that precise moment, the vibrator went off and Mikaela groaned in frustration. "Why did it go off?" She asked,

"You've used up the residual charge Ma'am, you'll need to power it for a minimum of two hours before the next use." The delivery guy explained,

Mikaela sat on the bed, her eyes heavy in lust as she gripped the collar of the delivery guy, pulling him to her. "At least you are charged up yourself, right?"

"Ma'am, please- no..."

"Call me Mikaela," she whispered, her hands rubbing his d**k from his trousers. As Mikaela's hands deliberately slipped into his pants, she took out his long, fat c**k. "You're so hard." She said, taking his lips in hers while her hand efficiently stroked his d**k.

The delivery guy had gone weak in the knees by Mikaela's magic touch. He got turned on while f**king her with the vibrator and had controlled himself, but now it was impossible to. Mikaela's hands and kiss had left him spellbound.

"Ah!" The delivery guy moaned softly and Mikaela only fastened and tightened her strokes on his d**k.

Out of pleasure, the delivery guy took off his trousers, ready for a proper f**k with Mikaela's p**sy.

Mikaela smiled and reclined on the bed, rubbing her clit. "F**k me harder than you f**k your girlfriend." She said.

The delivery guy separated her legs and laid in between them, his long d**k going down into her p**sy.

Mikaela screamed at the sweetness, "yes, yes, yes. Go deeper!"

The delivery guy with no mercy, f**ked her violently and banged heavens out of her. His thrusts were very deep and frequent as his hands pressed her hand to the bed, f**king her p**sy hole.

Minutes went by and the only sound that echoed in the room was the soft creaking sounds of the bed as they f**ked, and Mikaela's scream.

The delivery guy's seed threatened to spill and he quickly withdrew, leaving it to splash on Mikaela's face and breast.

But that wasn't the end yet. He fucked her for an extra two rounds before Mikaela got to climax.

After their s*x, the delivery guy's memory quickly came back. He had completely forgotten about the other deliveries he needed to make. With his job at stake, he hastily got dressed and left Mikaela's home.

Mikaela felt unusually satisfied, how would she have known that an innocent-faced delivery person would possess so much potentials in bed.