The Transporter

Rule No. 1: Never open the package.

I always stick to my rules, and this one has saved my ass more than once, but this package caught my curiosity. I mean how often you got a package that kicks out and with muffled screams coming out of it? Honestly, my initial intention was to shut her up, so I could get the job done and go home, but when I opened the zipper and those big brown eyes stared at me over several layers of duct tape, something went 'click' inside my head.

I opened the bag completely and took a good long look at the girl. Her black hair was tied into a tight pony tail. She wore a skimpy little designer dress that looked very expensive and would have left little to imagination, even if it had not slided up over her hips while she had struggled with her bondage, which consisted of more duct tape round her ankles and knees, and another round of tape which secured her hands against her back and was wrapped tightly around her waist, accentuating her figure almost to a hour glass shape. Her undies were missing, her nipples showed clearly unter the thin fabric that covered her breasts and the moved up dress exposed her neatly shaved private parts.

Now she was all silent and stared at me, her eyes begging. I reached between her legs, feeling her smooth silky skin. She moaned softly into her gag, and I could feel she was already wet, her lips parting easily under my hand as I started rubbing her gently. Her moaning intensified as I slid 2 fingers into her soft, slippery pussy, always keeping eye contact. When I felt her pushing back against my hand I suddenly stopped - instantly the moans got a more desperate and frustrated quality, which made me smile.

"Don't want me to stop ?" I asked mockingly. She shook her head wildly. "Wow, what a kinky little slut you are" I said, absent mindedly licking some of her juice off my fingers. "Are you a little slut ?" She hesitated, then nodded weakly. "Uhu, course you are ... do you want to be fucked ?" She hesitated again, obviously ashamed. I leaned forward and pinched her nipples hard through the fabric of her dress, making her squeal with pain and surprise, and repeated, my face right in front of her, "Do you want to be fucked like the dirty little slut you are ?" As she nodded again, tears were running down her face.

I turned her over in the trunk, so that she was laying on her side, her bare ass sticking out towards me. While I unzipped the trousers of my tailor-made suit I could see a thin trail of liquid dripping out of her. In no time I had my hard cock out and was pushing it into her soaked cunt. She made a guttural sound as I slided into her and started to fuck the girl, slow and steady, holding her hips with both hands and pulling her back against me as I pounded into her. After a surprisingly short time her muffled screams grew more intense and I felt her tight pussy contract wildly around my cock - the girl was not only enjoying this humilating treatment, she was actually cumming. I pulled out immediately, watching her buckle and squirm and writhe in her bonds in frustration. Just when she was starting to calm down a little, I stuffed my still hard cock up her asshole, ignoring another muffled scream of pain and protest. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, making me think she had probably been an anal virgin before.

I took my time with her, enjoying the feeling of her tight flesh around my throbbing member as I fucked her deep and hard, getting harder and faster all the timem until I finally came inside her with a huge load, part of which ran down over her ass and pussy after I drew out. For a moment I thought about removing her gag and have her clean me up, but finally thought the better of it and just used a tissue so the mess wouldn't spoil my suit and my trunk carpet. When I turned the girl round on her back again, she seemed all spent, breathing weakly and hardly protesting as I pulled down her skirt, put her back into the bag, closed the trunk and headed towards the agreed meeting point.

After all, a deal is a deal.