The Red Ribbon Society
Copyright© 2026 by Daphne Parish
Chapter 1:The Mailman Always Cums Thrice
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1:The Mailman Always Cums Thrice - George delivers the mail, but his intent goes much deeper with his patrons in a rich neighborhood. He has dirt on everyone and they understand the consequences when they don't follow his rules...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
As far as jobs were concerned, being a mail carrier for the US Postal Service was as good as any. According to George, however, it was the best job in the world. Meeting new people, seeing beautiful homes and landscapes, and plenty of fun. His route included, among other things, a nice expensive neighborhood with plenty of good looking women. They were mostly married or at least attached, and he didn’t mind walking to deliver packages when the occasion presented itself.
Over the years, George had been collecting dirt on the people he delivered mail to. He had enough evidence to put any of them in prison for the rest of their lives. He had delivered fraudulent banking documents, insider trading evidence, fraud and tax evasion information, bribery and corruption evidence with government officials, just about any type of crime that was accessible to the good folks in the neighborhood. There were a few exceptions, mostly due to “new money”, or they had recently moved into a home on his route. The good thing about delivering the mail? Time was on his side.
He did despise the occasional rain shower, until one fateful day when he had to deliver a soaked and tattered package to Mrs. Liza Friedman. She was a gorgeous 5’4” brunette with nice full tits and a bubble butt you could set a Coke can on. George had never seen Mr. Friedman, but there was mail addressed to him that included the gas and electricity bills and the water bill. Of course, that was before most billing went paperless, with the exception of their water bill. They were new to the neighborhood and George had only put together bits and pieces of their lives. He worked mostly out of town and she volunteered giving necessary medication and food to the needy in town. He was anxious to know more about the couple. He had a trail to follow, it would just take time.
It was a Thursday and the rain was on its fourth day straight. George grabbed the box addressed to Mrs. Friedman and began the long trek from her driveway to the front door. He was saturated by the time he rang the doorbell. He knew he couldn’t leave the partially opened wet box under her breezeway, but it didn’t seem like she was going to answer the door. He rang it three more times and waited before finally scurrying back to his small mail truck. Just as he reached his truck Mrs. Friedman opened the front door, holding her robe closed with one hand and waving with the other as she called.
“I’m here! Sorry sir! I’m home!” she yelled over the downpour. “Is that a package for me?”
George reluctantly trod back to the front door, carrying the completely soaked package. His attitude grew more positive once he spotted Mrs. Friedman’s partially opened robe.
“I’m sorry. Mrs. Friedman, right?” he asked as he reached for the door. She was already inside holding the door. Her robe had come untied and was open, completely exposing her ample tits and her soaked see-thru panties.
“Yes, that’s me,” Liza answered, excited to see a visitor.
“I’m sorry, your package took a little beating from our sorter I’m afraid,” George said as he attempted to hold the package and take out his release form. Since the box was coming apart and soaking wet, it was a necessary component in the process of releasing the package to her.
George tried to avert his eyes, but he noticed that she was fixated on her package. She didn’t seem to notice that her robe was untied. He licked his lips at the sight of the young woman’s bare breasts, pierced nipples, and her shaved pussy. The glossy white painted toenails and matching fingernails added an elegant touch to her ensemble. He took his time as he fumbled for his paperwork. Being in his late 50’s, George had lived the last twenty years in a very sheltered place, socially at least. A lot of his thinking about sex came from the internet. His mind seemed to always lean toward the darker side of innocent or accidental situations like the one he had just found himself in. He quickly surmised his predicament and made the decision to push forward. After all, a man like him didn’t find himself in a situation like this too very often, at least as far as she knew. His excursions with these rich folks usually required more finesse, and of course, documentation.
He stood with the outer door to his back, holding her package with both hands as if it were a delicate prize. Besides it being soaked with rain, the end had come open and the contents were all but spilling out. He was attempting to keep it intact, using his huge hands, but in the confusion of the door and Mrs. Friedman’s “slip of the nip”, the contents spilled out onto the porch. Before George could even bend over to pick up the three objects, he realized that Mrs. Friedman was in shock by what she saw on the ground as her hands covered her mouth.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. How clumsy of me, Mrs. Friedman. I was trying to keep this from happening. You see the sorting machine–”
“Never mind that,” she interrupted, obviously embarrassed. “It’s fine. Please, just give me the package and my, um, my belongings. Could you sir?”
It was then that George realized what had been in the large package and was now laying on the porch at his feet. Two of the three products were in their original retail boxes with explicit pictures on the outside as well as small instructions of how to use them. All three items were dildos, of different sorts, and it was obvious. He gathered them up and tried to put them back in the package, but the more he tried, the more the package came apart.
Mrs. Friedman looked past George and noticed her older neighbor, Mrs. Cromwell, peering out her upstairs window with binoculars. It was obvious that she was looking specifically at her and the mailman. Liza noticed her robe was exposing her own “goodies” and realized a serious dilemma. She quickly pulled George inside.
“Please, let’s get you inside, out of the rain, you’re soaking wet,” she said, urging him inside her massive home.
“Yes ma’am. We’ll need to fill out some paperwork anyway,” George said as he suddenly found himself inside and alone with her. “Give me just a minute, I’ve got to get these papers in order. I don’t suppose you have a pen we could use to sign this with?”
“Certainly, just give me one minute. I’ll get you a towel as well. You’re drenched from head to toe!” she said tip toeing across the marble flooring.
George pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his face as he studied the dildos. One was very large and had the word “REALISTIC” written across the box. It was a large pink cock with blue veins and a large bulbous head.
Another was advertised as “OSFA”. He quickly ran through the possibilities of words and decoded it as “One Size Fits All”. It was a smaller dildo, realistic in looks, but with a built-in switch, probably a vibrator. He smiled at the thought of Mrs. Friedman pounding herself relentlessly and wanting the larger cock for her pussy.
The third object was in a clear plastic bag. It appeared to be a stainless steel “acorn” shaped device with a short stem and a ring on the end. It had the word “ASSMASTER” in bold letters across the clear bag. It was rather heavy for its size, but seemed to be well made. George placed all three sex toys on the coffee table and snapped a picture just before Mrs. Friedman returned with the pen and a towel.
“Here we are,” she said cheerfully, now with her robe securely tied. “Where do I need to sign? I’m sure you have a lot of mail to deliver and I was just about to get a shower when I heard the doorbell.”
“Well, Mrs. Friedman. It seems we have a package that was clearly destroyed and, not to mention, soaking wet, which probably ruined your,” he paused briefly and cleared his throat, “devices.”
“Now I’m sure that everything is just–”
“I’m afraid I must insist that we make absolutely certain that your devices,” he said, pausing again, “are in proper working order.” He reached and picked up the ASSMASTER, still in the package. He held it up and studied it carefully, as if inspecting produce at the grocery. “Do you mind if we start with this one?”
“Well I don’t think you should be–”
“Hush, hush now Mrs. Friedman. The postal service trains us in these, shall we say, ‘delicate matters’ that involve sensitive instruments of the intimate kind. I’m sure we can verify the veracity of this particular device rather quickly. Do you have some lubrication or would you like to–”
“Sir, I would kindly ask that you please–”
“Oh no Mrs. Friedman,” George interrupted. “This is a federal matter that must be resolved. My superiors will be very upset if I don’t properly navigate this unfortunate incident with the utmost professionalism and scrutiny. Unless you’d rather have Mr. Friedman here to–”
“No, no,” she protested quickly. “Whatever we need to do to resolve this. Please, just hurry. Donald doesn’t need to be bothered about this. I’m certain we can handle it without getting him involved.”
“Perfect!” George replied with a comforting smile. “Now, as I was saying, do you have any lubrication for this device or are you comfortable with just using your own saliva for the test?”
A look of horror came over Liza’s face. George could tell the woman was inexperienced with this type of toy. He had watched many clips of women taking a thick cock or dildo in their ass, this would most likely not be an easy task. He quickly offered her a solution to ease her mind, if that was a possibility.
“I sense you’re maybe,” he paused, “not as experienced with this type of device?”
She nervously shook her head as she stared at George’s massive hand, twirling the ass plug around his index finger. Her fingers instinctively raised up to her lips. George took it as a sign that she wanted the plug in her mouth.
“Here,” he said, handing her the solid acorn. “See? It’s well made. Very solid. See how smooth it is? It’s made to simply glide right into any orifice, really! It’s quite remarkable, don’t you think?”
“I, I suppose so,” she answered, stuttering as she searched for a way out. The fear in her eyes was not going away and George decided to take an alternative route.
“Tell you what,” he said reassuringly. “Let’s try this other device first. Maybe, let’s get you warmed up a little?”