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I was in the bathtub when I heard the doorbell ring out through the halls of the house. Shit, that must be the delivery boy I thought. I was home alone this week. My husband was in India for the week on business and I had the whole house, pool, and hot tub to myself. I turned the water off and hastily wrapped the nearest towel I could find around my breasts. The towel, it turned out, was a tad too small and I had a bit of difficulty folding around my midsection as I ran to open the door. The doorbell rang again just as I rounded the corner into the foyer.
I opened the door and greeted the young delivery boy with my pizza. A college student no doubt. Working here for the summer. The obligatory "Thank you" and "How much will it be" took place and I reached out to give the young man his money in exchange for the pizza. However, a particularly large gust of wind blew the bills out of my open palm and onto the front steps. I bent down to pick them up and felt the boy looking strait at my tits which were very exposed at this point. I went down again for the second bill and felt the fold around my body start to loosen. I quickly pulled my hand up to my chest in an attempt to hold the towel tight but I was not fast enough and the towel fell to the ground leaving my entire face red and the delivery boy gaping at my naked body.
"Uhh... Let me get that for you." he said, his face still in shock.
He picked up my damp towel from the stairs and handed it to me. I noticed a growing bulge in his pants as I rewrapped the skimpy towel. I went to retrieve the last of my money and counted it all up. Shit! This was only seven dollars! I don't have enough money to pay for the pizza and tip, or even the pizza itself! Some of the money must have blown away!
"I-I'm so so sorry... I uh... don't seem to have enough for the pizza..." I stammered.
Suddenly the cheerful smile on the delivery boy's face was replaced by a disappointed and judging expression.
"The pizza's already baked and here for you ma'am. I'm afraid that you will have to make up the difference somehow." Then his face changed back to smile; only this was was more devious.
I saw the bulge growing larger and larger. "Well what do you propose I do then?" I asked cautiously dreading what I thought he might say next.
"How much do you think a blow job is worth?" he asked as he started to advance on me. "I'd say, oh maybe fifty cents a minute?" He was looking me strait in the eyes. "If that's the case, I would start now and the less you have to wait for your pizza." He was now two feet away and he reached down and unzipped his jeans.
"Kneel!" he ordered and I obeyed. He proceeded to whip out his hard 8 inch long cock and slapped me in the face with it. "Suck!" he commanded and thrust his member deep into mouth. I was so focused on breathing through my nose and not choking that I did not realize that he had torn off my towel and was pinching and rubbing my aroused nipples as well. "Look me in the eye when y
I opened the door and greeted the young delivery boy with my pizza. A college student no doubt. Working here for the summer. The obligatory "Thank you" and "How much will it be" took place and I reached out to give the young man his money in exchange for the pizza. However, a particularly large gust of wind blew the bills out of my open palm and onto the front steps. I bent down to pick them up and felt the boy looking strait at my tits which were very exposed at this point. I went down again for the second bill and felt the fold around my body start to loosen. I quickly pulled my hand up to my chest in an attempt to hold the towel tight but I was not fast enough and the towel fell to the ground leaving my entire face red and the delivery boy gaping at my naked body.
"Uhh... Let me get that for you." he said, his face still in shock.
He picked up my damp towel from the stairs and handed it to me. I noticed a growing bulge in his pants as I rewrapped the skimpy towel. I went to retrieve the last of my money and counted it all up. Shit! This was only seven dollars! I don't have enough money to pay for the pizza and tip, or even the pizza itself! Some of the money must have blown away!
"I-I'm so so sorry... I uh... don't seem to have enough for the pizza..." I stammered.
Suddenly the cheerful smile on the delivery boy's face was replaced by a disappointed and judging expression.
"The pizza's already baked and here for you ma'am. I'm afraid that you will have to make up the difference somehow." Then his face changed back to smile; only this was was more devious.
I saw the bulge growing larger and larger. "Well what do you propose I do then?" I asked cautiously dreading what I thought he might say next.
"How much do you think a blow job is worth?" he asked as he started to advance on me. "I'd say, oh maybe fifty cents a minute?" He was looking me strait in the eyes. "If that's the case, I would start now and the less you have to wait for your pizza." He was now two feet away and he reached down and unzipped his jeans.
"Kneel!" he ordered and I obeyed. He proceeded to whip out his hard 8 inch long cock and slapped me in the face with it. "Suck!" he commanded and thrust his member deep into mouth. I was so focused on breathing through my nose and not choking that I did not realize that he had torn off my towel and was pinching and rubbing my aroused nipples as well. "Look me in the eye when y
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