She was expecting a delivery from Amazon today and, due to the gradual up-tick in poverty and crime as a result of the coronavirus pandemic, stealing has been a huge problem and so she was following the driver’s progress on her phone. She would see that he was now … seven stops away … four stops away … one stop away … and she now saw him pull up to the side road near her house.

I couldn’t possibly have planned this; not in a million years, she swore to herself. The delivery man was a young Caucasian man in his mid-twenties, handsome—beautiful, with steely long legs, strawberry blond hair, and deep-blue eyes. She couldn’t resit. It has been months.

Her body screamed: “I need a cock. A white cock. This delivery man’s cock. I need his cock like I need my next breathe.”

She opened that door as the handsome young white man set down the parcel. She could tell something startled him. It was my ferocious look, she thought, my cock-starved stare. Unable to believe herself even, she blurted out: “Hi, Sir! Wanna … fuck me?”

She would never be able to forget the next thing that happened for the rest of her life.

He lifted his left hand, looked at the wrist watch, then lifted his eyes and made a face as if he was thinking: Hmm, I don’t know if I have the time; and in stead of saying what he was thinking, he merely said, “Really?’

“Yes!” She said. She—similarly confused, exasperated, frustrated, and desperate—pulled down her own blouse like a bitch in heat, popping out to the cold December air her round, perky breasts, and to which he replied: “Ok, but it has to be quick.”

A man telling me in advance he was going to be quick, she thought to herself, in horror, no man has ever said that to me. But she was unable to think. She shut the door behind him and got on her knees to pull his cock out and started sucking on it. As soon as the cock was hard, she pulled down her jeans to her knees and got on all fours in front of him. She was rubbing her clit as fast as she could. I can try to cum while he’s fucking me, she thought to herself. His steely white meat was pumping into her yellow flesh raw, then—

Then his phone rang. Oh my god, you are answering it, she thought to herself again, as her eyebrows furrowed, while you are ball-deep inside me—bareback! This is the first time it has ever happened to me!

He hung up and said: “I really can’t stay much longer.” He resumed pounding her and she managed to cum a split second before he finished. He started pulling out before he even stopped cumming, so a lot of his semen spilled on her clothing and her carpet. Then he zipped himself up and ran out of the door.

And then, there was her: on the floor on all fours, with a stranger’s cum running down her legs and soaking into her carpet. She felt like such a piece of yellow trash for needing to be fucked so badly that she would give herself to the first white guy she saw and letting him use her on the floor of her own house and leave without even saying—“thank you …”

She started to cry, and said to herself, “And yet I loved it!”

She stayed on the carpet, still, on all fours and made herself cum a few more times fantasizing about other white guys coming in through her unlocked front door and just helping themselves to the pathetic chink slut inside. Nobody ever did, but she would have been very welcoming if they had.