Always make sure your cargo is tied securely before moving off.
Agi and Nicola had both delivered to me in the last week, but we had not had chance to do more than flirt with each other due to their busy schedules. It is now one week since they had visited me together and the clock on my workshop wall ticks past five in the afternoon. The day is drawing to a close and the evening light is starting to make the workshop darker. I am just putting the finishing touches on an intricate 18th-century porcelain tea caddy, applying a small dab of gold-leaf to the filler repair I had already made along a hairline fracture on the lid, when the sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive reaches my ears.
In fact, it is two vehicles, a synchronized duet made up of the throaty, familiar diesel rattle of Nicola’s van harmonizing with the muted, modern purr of Agi’s newer vehicle. Both crunch over the gravel of my driveway and cut their ignitions in unison., and all is silent for a few seconds until I hear van doors open and close, and the sound of footsteps on gravel.
A jolt of pure adrenaline shoots through my body, and my heart rate increases. I wipe my tools clean, set the tea caddy down onto the workbench, and take off my leather work apron. The doorbell rings twice, one firm, heavy press followed by a rapid, cheerful double-tap. When I pull the front door open, both women are standing side by side on my porch in their company uniforms, their expressions brimming with shared, conspiratorial delight.
"Good evening, Mr. Hartley," Agi says, her pale blue eyes glittering with an inner amusement. She is holding a small clipboard in one hand, while draped over her forearm are four black straps with a padded velvet lining.
"Evening, Max," Nicola grins, leaning comfortably against the doorframe, her dark eyes roving over me with obvious hunger. "We’ve got a very delicate consignment on our manifest today. Premium service with a high priority."
"Is that so?" I lean against the doorway, looking from Nicola’s luscious curves to the straps on Agi’s arm. "And what does the manifest say about my role in this consignment?"
"The consignment requires special handling," Agi explains in her crisp, melodic Polish accent, stepping past me into the hall without waiting for an invitation. "Our risk-assessment report from last week indicated that the recipient possesses high levels of kinetic energy during handling. To ensure maximum stability and full compliance with our safety protocol, immobilization is required."
Nicola steps inside right after her, kicking the door closed with her heel and turning the latch. "In plain English, Max: we’re tying you to the bed, and we’re going to have our wicked way with you until you can’t speak."
My breath catches in my throat. My cock gives an eager, heavy twitch beneath my jeans. "That sounds a very satisfactory pick-up plan."
"Completely down to your requirements," Nicola purrs, running a long, warm fingernail down the centre of my chest. "Unless, of course, the customer wishes to decline the upgrade and seek satisfaction elsewhere?"
"The customer accepts all terms and conditions," I say, my voice thick with anticipation. "I am trusting you with all my valuables."
"Excellent customer attitude," Agi approves, giving a curt nod toward the stairs. "Proceed directly to the packing area. Boots off first."
Upstairs, the bedroom is already dim, as dusk settles over the neighbourhood. I draw the curtains shut and turn on the bedside lamps, casting a warm, amber glow across the four-poster wooden bed. I turn back to face my favourite couriers, expecting them to tell me what is required, and they do not wait long.
"On your back, Max," Agi commands, pointing a slender finger at the mattress. "Spread eagle for access. We need to prepare the cargo and check it thoroughly."
I kick off my socks and sit on the edge of the mattress, but Nicola grabs my shoulders and gently pushes me back until my head hits the pillows. Nicola moves to my left side, Agi to my right. Working with effortless coordination, they reach down and begin to strip me. Agi unbuttons my shirt with deft, practiced fingers, parting the cotton and smoothing her palms over my chest, then moving back and pinching both of my nipples until they harden into tight beads. Nicola works on my belt, pulling the leather free with a sharp, satisfying snap, then unbuttons my trousers and yanks them down my legs and off my feet along with my boxers.
My cock springs upward, thick, vein-lined, and already decorated with a clear bead of pre-cum against my stomach.
"Look at that," Nicola murmurs, wrapping her warm, dark hand around my base and giving a slow, firm squeeze that makes my body squirm. "Rock solid before we've even started."
"Very impressive and responsive merchandise," Agi observes, her pale eyes tracking Nicola’s hand. "Now, let’s make sure that it is secure so that it survives the ride."
Agi takes the first padded strap, looping the soft velvet interior around my right wrist and fastening the heavy-duty Velcro securely to the solid wooden bedpost. Nicola mirrors her on the left, pulling my other wrist up and securing it to the opposite bed post. They move down to the foot of the bed, looping the remaining straps around my ankles and securing them to the lower corner posts, spreading my legs wide apart. I pull lightly against the bindings, but they have pulled them tight and stretched me to all four corners of the bed. They are snug and surprisingly secure, completely inescapable, yet comfortably padded. I am laid out entirely naked, bound and utterly at their mercy, stretched and unable to resist.
"How does that feel, Max?" Nicola asks, stepping back to admire their handiwork, her hands resting on her curvy hips.
"Helpless," I respond. "I don’t think I’ll be moving very far."
"Good," Agi says, a wicked smile curving her lips. "Because now the inspection begins."
Standing at the foot of the bed between my splayed legs, Nicola and Agi turn their attention to each other.
"Shall we dress appropriately?" Nicola whispers, her eyes locked on Agi’s.
"Standard procedure," Agi replies softly. “I want to make sure that we don’t spoil our uniforms, and if you don’t undress now, I am likely to rip your uniform off.”
They begin to strip, not with haste, but with the luxurious confidence of women who know they have all the time in the world. Agi unbuttons Nicola’s uniform shirt, peeling it off Nicola’s shoulders, exposing her black lace bra overflowing with rich, brown cleavage. Nicola reaches for Agi’s buttons, slipping the yellow uniform shirt away to reveal Agi’s pale, creamy skin and her sheer white half cup bra, with her nipples already peeping over the top.
They pause, stepping close. Nicola reaches behind Agi and unclasps her bra; Agi does the same for Nicola. The two strips of fabric fall away simultaneously.
Nicola’s heavy, velvety breasts with their broad, dark aureoles stand firm and proud, lush and full of bounce. Agi’s smaller, pert breasts with rose-pink nipples stand firm and high. The contrast between them in the lamplight is mesmerizing.
They lean in, their bare breasts flattening against each other as their mouths meet in a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Nicola groans into Agi’s mouth, her dark hands cupping Agi’s firm bottom, squeezing the curves through her work trousers. Agi’s fingers tangle in Nicola’s thick curls, pulling her closer, their tongues sliding against one another with an audible, slick friction.
"God, you taste good," Nicola gasps against Agi’s lips as they break apart. “I’d forgotten how good.”
"You are delicious," Agi murmurs, her chest heaving and her nipples now even firmer. "Now let’s get rid of the rest."
They push each other’s trousers and knickers down over their hips, stepping out of their boots and clothes in swift, graceful motions until both women stand completely, gloriously naked at the foot of my bed.
I pull against the wrist straps, groaning with desire, my erection throbbing violently. "You two are going to kill me."
"Only temporarily, Max," Nicola giggles. "We aim never to lose a customer once we have them in our list." With that they crawl onto the mattress like a pair of predators stalking their prey. Nicola settles on my left, Agi on my right, flanking my pinned body. They begin by showering me with synchronized touches. Agi’s cool, soft hands glide over my ribs and neck, her tongue tracing a line of fire along my jawline and collarbone, while Nicola leans down to take my right nipple into her mouth, suckling hard, swirling her tongue around the sensitive button while her hand strokes up and down my inner thigh.
I struggle to stay still, pulling against the straps, but they hold me fast, leaving me completely open to everything they want to do to me, completely at their mercy.
"Look how sensitive he is when he cannot move," Agi whispers across my chest to Nicola. She shifts down, taking my left nipple between her lips and biting down gently, making me gasp aloud.
"He likes being held down," Nicola replies, trailing her wet tongue down my stomach, licking up the drop of pre-cum from the head of my cock. She looks up at me with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes, then wraps her warm lips around the swollen head of my penis, sliding down until my shaft disappears totally between her lips with the head intruding into her throat.
"Fuck... Nicola..." I moan, my fists clenching tightly, the only movement of my limbs that the straps allow.
Nicola bobs her head in a steady, deep rhythm, taking me in and out of her warm welcoming mouth, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft with every movement. Beside her, Agi leans over my face, resting her bare breasts right against my chin. I reach up with my mouth, taking Agi’s rose-pink nipple between my lips, sucking and rolling my tongue over the tip, giving it gentle loving flicks. Agi lets out a sharp, trembling gasp, her hips shuddering as she rubs her bare, dripping pussy against my bound thigh.
"Tak... Max, suck it hard. That’s it, suck it just like that," Agi pants, threading her fingers through my hair.
Nicola slides her mouth off my cock with a loud, wet pop. "He's ready for the ride. Let's give him the priority service."
Nicola shifts position and moves herself up the bed, straddling my chest and facing the headboard. She shuffles forward lowering her wet, swollen labia directly over my mouth. The intoxicating, musky scent of her sex fills my senses. I open my mouth hungrily, thrusting my tongue deep into her dripping slit. Nicola throws her head back with a muted moan, her hands bracing on the headboard as I feast eagerly on her swollen clit.
At the exact same moment, Agi climbs over my hips. She positions herself over my rigid cock, guiding the head against her soaking wet opening. With one slow, deliberate push of her hips, she sinks all the way down onto me, taking every inch of my length into her tight, but very wet hole.
"Ooh... Boże..." Agi cries out, her eyes rolling back as she bottoms out against my pelvis. "You are so deep inside me. Max. No room for more on this journey."
The sensations are giving me a full sexual sensory overload. Above me, my mouth is buried in Nicola’s dripping cunt, my tongue working in frantic flicks against her clit while Nicola grinds her hips down onto my face making it hard for me to catch my breath. Beneath Agi, my cock is encased in slick, pulsing heat as Agi begins to ride me with rhythmic, merciless power.
Agi braces her hands against Nicola’s waist as Nicola leans forward, using Nicola for leverage as she bounces up and down my shaft. Nicola’s hands reach back, finding Agi’s inner thighs and parting them wider, slipping two fingers down to rub Agi’s clit while Agi rides me.
"Yes! Fuck, Nicola, rub me right there!" Agi screams, her rhythm turning wild, slamming her hips down hard against my pelvis with every thrust. Beneath Nicola's hips, I redouble my efforts, sucking Nicola's clit into my mouth and thrusting my tongue inside her. Nicola’s breathing turns into frantic, ragged sobs of pleasure.
"I'm going to come, Max! Agi!" Nicola screams into the pillow.
Nicola's inner walls violently spasm, flooding my tongue with her hot, sweet nectar as she clamps her thighs tightly around my head. The sight and sound of Nicola’s orgasm pushes Agi over the edge; Agi’s pussy clamps around my cock like a vice, her entire body rigid and trembling as she screams out in Polish, her climax gripping me in long, rhythmic, crushing waves.
I groan into Nicola’s dripping folds, thrusting my hips up helplessly against Agi’s descent, fighting with everything I have not to explode, but in vain, as I too come hard, and pump multiple loads of my hot seed deep into Agi.
Agi collapses forward, panting heavily against Nicola's back. Nicola rolls off my face, turning around, both women slick with sweat, their eyes glowing with ravenous satisfaction embrace each other and kiss deeply, their tongues entwined in their mouths. I am left tied as they momentarily take pleasure in each other, hands exploring each other as their mouths remain locked. Finally, they break apart and turn to look at me.
"You're coping remarkably well, Max," Nicola pants, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead. "Let's see if we make this a multi drop delivery."
Agi lifts herself off my cock with a wet gasp, leaving me glistening, but soft after my enormous release. Agi wastes no time, and takes me into her mouth, tasting both our juices, and giving my cock some very intense attention. Normally I would need some time to recover, but the multitude of erotic sensations assaulting my senses are having an effect, and I can feel my cock responding to her oral ministrations. I am getting hard again, and much quicker than I would have normally expected. Within just a couple of minutes, satisfied she has got me firm enough, Agi lifts her mouth off my cock and Nicola wastes no time as she straddles my hips, taking Agi's place, aligning my dripping cock’s head with her soaking cunt and sinking down in one smooth, lubricated plunge.
"Oh God... yes," Nicola moans, throwing her hands behind her, gripping my bound shins for balance as she begins to roll her hips in wide, grinding circles.
Agi moves herself to my upper body. She gently strokes my chest, not of course neglecting my nipples, which are given some hard tweaks to keep my attention. Then she leans down so her lips are inches from mine and stares deep into my eyes before she attacks my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, sharing the taste of Nicola's climax and our mingled arousal. With her right hand, Agi reaches down between Nicola’s thighs and my belly, finding Nicola’s swollen clit and rubbing it with a frenzied passion.
Nicola’s pace increases as her clitoris is attacked by Agi, and as my cock rubs the sides of her cunt. She rides me with wild, unrestrained passion, her heavy breasts bouncing with every downward plunge, the wet slap of our skin echoing through the bedroom.
"Max... look at me," Nicola gasps, breaking her gaze from Agi to stare directly into my eyes. "Fill me up... I want all of it!"
Agi slides her hand lower, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock where it meets Nicola’s pussy, then squeezing my balls vigorously in time with Nicola’s relentless bounces while kissing my neck and whispering breathless encouragement in Polish into my ear.
The combined assault of Nicola’s tight, clamping walls, Agi’s squeezing fingers, and the total surrender of being bound beneath them breaks my last restraint.
"Nicola... Agi... I'm coming!" I roar into the air above me.
Nicola cries out, slamming her hips down fully against me as her second orgasm crashes through her. At that precise second, I erupt, shooting thick, scorching ropes of cum deep inside Nicola’s womb. Pulse after pulse pumps into her, making her inner muscles convulse and milk me dry, while Agi holds my head, kissing my brow and gives my balls one final immense squeeze, gasping with shared ecstasy until all three of us collapse together onto the mattress in a heap of tangled, sweat-soaked limbs.
For a long time, the only sound in the room is our ragged, heavy breathing and the ticking of the bedside clock. Eventually, Agi lifts her head, a triumphant, deeply satisfied grin on her flushed face. She reaches down to the corner posts and smoothly unfastens the Velcro straps on my wrists and ankles, releasing me from my bonds.
"Consignment successfully received," Agi purrs, rubbing the slight red marks on my wrists with gentle, affectionate fingertips. "No damage to the goods during the delivery."
"I think the goods have been thoroughly wrecked in the best possible way," I wheeze, finally able to wrap my arms around both of them, pulling their warm, naked bodies tight against my chest.
Nicola chuckles softly, resting her chin on my collarbone. "Five-star service, wouldn't you say?"
"More like ten stars," I correct. "Definitely went the extra miles."
We lie together in lazy warmth for another fifteen minutes before the practical reality of their evening routines sets in. We pile together into the ensuite shower, the hot water washing away the sweat, slickness, and spent passion. We take turns soaping each other down, Nicola washing Agi’s pale back, Agi carefully lathering my chest and cock, and me soaping Nicola’s magnificent curves, laughing and sharing soft, affectionate kisses under the steaming spray.
After drying off, they dress back into their respective uniforms. Watching them pull on their work trousers, fasten their belts, and tie back their hair is somehow just as erotically thrilling as seeing them strip. Then we head downstairs and in the front hallway, Nicola picks up her clipboard and gives it a theatrical tap.
"Delivery completed on schedule," Nicola smiles, looping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a lingering, deep kiss that leaves my mouth warm and tingling. "I'll make sure our dispatch team puts you down for a similar service soon."
Agi steps in next, her pale blue eyes dancing with quiet affection. She cups my jaw, pulls me down, and kisses me with slow, breathtaking intensity.
"Next week, Max," Agi whispers against my lips, her voice silky and full of promise. "I have already planned the logistics. You better get plenty of rest ready for what I have planned."
"I'll definitely be ready," I promise with a grin.
Nicola and Agi turn to each other by the doorway, sharing one last, passionate kiss that leaves both of them flushed, before stepping out onto the driveway. The evening air is cool and fragrant, and the last vestiges of the sun’s rays have already disappeared.
They climb into their respective vans. Agi’s modern engine purrs, Nicola’s older diesel kicks to life with its normal rattle, and with a twin flash of their headlights and a wave from both windows, they back out into the road and disappear into the night.
I lock the front door, leaning back against the wood, an enormous grin of satisfaction plastered across my face. I can’t wait for next week to come.
