Memoirs of Pizza Boy

*This is a mostly true story with some exaggerations for story purposes*

Back in college I used to work for a local pizza franchise. Almost all of my tuition was covered in scholarships, but this was mainly for covering my car and gas bills as well as some walking around money. As such, I really appreciated the job, but never needed to have it, and was pretty sure I could find another one quickly if something were to happen.

I had been working here for over a year now and taken many hats so to speak. I had worked the register, cleaned bathrooms, did dishes, cooked pizzas, and delivered. I had basically turned into Swiss Army knife to be used however the store needed that given day. At this point most days I bounced between cook and driver. However, this particular day I was not scheduled to be in at all.

I had just worked six days in a row and was quite looking forward to a day off. It had been a long week with school and work so I was sitting in my dorm room with a video game and snacks, ready to play the night away and ignore responsibilities. That's when I get a phone call. My manager called me and said that both of his drivers for the evening had left. One of them got sick and could not come in and the other got into a fight with him over something trivial and quit. I almost immediately objected to his request, despite feeling bad for his position. However, two things swung me over. Firstly my manager said he would clock me in as a cook. This meant I had a higher hourly rate while driving, because typically the driver rate is lower to account for tips. This may not seem like much but considering this entire shift would be overtime it means I could make some real money. The other reason was he offered to work it so I could get the next day off which was Saturday. I never got Saturday off, and would be quite content with shifting my "do nothing" plan to the next day.

I begrudgingly got my uniform on and drove into work. To my surprise, they were actually kind of slow for a Friday night. Normally I would take two or even three deliveries at a time and almost constantly be on the road, but tonight I found myself only taking one here or there. Around eight, the order came in that would change my life. It was a simple one, one that I remember clearly. One large cheese and a two liter of Pepsi set to be delivered not too far from the store.

I packed up the order and got ready. As soon as the pizza was boxed I got in my car and took off. All in all tonight was going to terribly and I was making decent money for almost no work. I wasn't thrilled I was working, but I certainly couldn't complain. And that's when it happened.

I arrived at the small home that had a long dirt drive way, protected by a locked gate. I struggled to find my way in for a bit. I had to get out of my car unlock the gate, pull my car through and then re-lock the gate behind me. I drove for less than a minute and quickly arrived at the house. When I did, I noticed something I couldn't quite see from the gate, there was someone waiting on the porch. The order ticket said she was Katherine, so I greeted her after parking my car. "Hi Katherine, I hope you're having a good night!" I shout out, trying to validate I'm at the right address.

Katherine was sitting down on a swing, waiting for my arrival. She stood up after I called out to her and kind of surprised me a bit. She was a little older, about 30, maybe 35, but her skin was well maintained, no wrinkles or blemishes. She was about 5'8 with long flowing brown hair. She hand lightly tanned skin with beautiful brown eyes. Although her chest was not big, her ass and thighs were quite nice. To my shock, she was wearing a frilly black robe. As my response registers in her ears I can see sadness and what looks to be tears in her eyes. Despite this she calls back out to me "is cash okay?"

I take a second and try to process her emotions and mine as she walks towards me. On one hand she was a quite beautiful woman walking towards me in a robe. On the other she seemed rather sad, like something terrible had happened. I nodded my head to her question and found myself just staring at her for a second before preparing to hand her the food. Before I could she begins to answer the question I wanted to ask but didn't, what was wrong. "Just me tonight...I found out my husband of ten years had been cheating on me. So I'm staying at my mom's house tonight while she takes the kids to out to the movies."

Normally this kind of exposition from a customer wasn't uncommon, they tended to tell me more than they should about their personal lives. However, this time I didn't mind nearly as much. I found myself genuinely empathizing with her, she looked like she had been crying for hours and it made feel bad for her. I didn't know what to say or how to respond, I just stared at for a moment before forcing myself to speak "I'm sorry to hear that."

She nods her head and takes the food from me. She sets on her porch and pulls out some bills. She hands them to me and I do my normal fake gesture of starting to get their change, with the hopes they will tell

me not to bother. Katherine quickly stops me and tells me to keep the money. However she starts this quite long monologue about her whole marriage, from when they met, to getting married, having kids, to her giving up her career to stay home, all kinds of backstory and lore that she clearly needed to tell someone. Almost ten minutes later she finally finishes and apologizes "I'm sorry, I know you probably didn't want to hear this, I just....i just needed someone to talk to."

I shake my head. "No, it's totally fine, it sounds like you've had a rough day, I couldn't imagine what you're going through. And for what's it worth, I think your husband is missing out." I say this hoping to comfort Katherine to some extent. She smiles for the first time since I arrived. She has a very pretty smile. She stared at me for second, I could tell she was thinking about something but not about what. I say goodbye and turn to get in my car to leave, when she walks closer to me and pulls me in for an unexpected hug.

Im about 6'3, so I tower over her a bit. She wraps her arms around me and holds me tight, not saying anything. I thought about asking her to let go, but decided that she probably needed this and even against my better judgment hug her back. After about a minute she finally lets go and when she does I can see tears on her cheeks but a smile still on her face. She apologized profusely but I waved her off. "It's fine, really." I try to reassure her. I go to turn and leave again, and am stopped yet again, but not by her grasp, but by my own eyes.

As I go to leave she opens her robe up ever so slightly. The curve of her bare breasts and the appeal of her soft naked stomach immediately excites me and I cannot look away. I found myself staring at her in silence and she just gives a small peak at her magnificent body. After I break the trance I dart my head around to see if anyone is watching. This feels like a dream or prank. I can't quite believe that this is happening, and to make matters worse (or better) she then pulls back her robe more. I can now see the top of her pubic area, well trimmed with some hair on it. I can also now see almost her whole breast, including her magnificent soft-pink nipples. I become paralyzed, stuck looking at her body. She is the one to break the spell, she closes her robe and starts to walk inside her house. For a second I become a little gloom thinking this was just a peak. However the way she looks back at me, tells me she wants me to follow her.

For a second I find myself thinking about why I came here, my job. I was surely already late getting back, and if I entered the house, who knows when I would get back to the store. I may loose my job for this. However, I end up deciding that I would never forgive myself if I drove away now and follow Katherine into the small house. When I get to the door it's cracked open, I push it open gently and find Katherine on the couch, in full view of the door. She laid back with her legs spread open for my viewing as she toys with already glistening lips. "Fuck" I find myself involuntarily groaning at my view.

With the wave of her free hand, she beckons me over and without hesitation I follow. I walk over to the couch, gawking at her nude body. When I arrive she sits up and begins to fiddle with my pants. She is quickly, almost magically get them down by my ankles, my dick standing attention waiting for her. She stares at it for a moment I can't tell if she's dissatisfied or impressed and she doesn't say. However she takes her tongue and starts to lick around my head and down my shaft. She keeps licking all around my cock with her right hand still between her legs, every once in a while she moans ever so softly into my dick.

After her tongue has coated my dick, she starts to kiss on my tip with her soft lips. She kisses and kisses before engulfing my cock in her mouth. Her warm wet mouth devours my tip, forcing out a moan of my own. She then takes her hand that was pleasuring her pussy and moves it to her mouth. It grips my cock and she begins to move the two in tandem. No other woman had done this to me before and it felt incredible. Her hand and mouth worked together in unison and she moved up and down my cock, over and over, all the way down and all the way up. I grunted and groaned as she did "oh god" I found myself crying out. This caused Katherine to giggle, but not stop.

She then opened her eyes and began staring at me as she worked my cock. Her beautiful brown eyes made contact with mine and I must begrudgingly admit that I couldn't not contain myself. I bucked my hips and shot a thick load down her throat. The orgasm was big and plentiful, I moaned loudly as I filled her mouth mere minutes into her oral activities. "Fuck I'm sorry" I apologize a few times.

Katherine keeps her mouth on my dick for a second and swallows all of load. I can hear her gulp it down. She was a seasoned pro and I merely a rookie. After satisfied that she had all of it, she removed her lips "don't be, I'm not done," she teased.

She stood up and allowed me to touch her breasts and ass for a moment before taking my hand. She led me out of the living room and down the hall to a bedroom. When there she laid on the bed and asked me to eat her out, I very quickly agreed. She laid so that he ass was almost hanging off the bed. I bent down on the floor and positioned my head right against her lips. She wrapped her legs around my shoulder snd her thighs around my face. I started to lick her wet lips and maneuver my way to her clit. I wanted so desperately to return the favor I just received and to maybe even impress her. I licked her clit desperately and with great haste.

To my satisfaction she began to moan and call out. Every once in a while, unlike the few woman I had been with to this point, she would give me directions. She would tell me how fast or how hard, or if I needed to adjust my position a bit. I quickly followed any directions, wanting to make her cum. I could tell I was doing well when her legs or thighs would tighten around me. I then took one of my hands and maneuvered it to her lips, pressing two of them into the opening of her pussy. I fingered the roof of her warm wet cave as I lapped at her clit. This seemed to be highly effective as within moment Katherine's were rising off the mattress. I continued faster and faster and she nearly screamed out in pleasure, much to my own delight. She cried out and even squirted a little before falling back down.

I wondered if that was it. We both had cum, was this all she wanted. I had my answer quickly. While catching her breath she asked me "are you still hard?" I nodded my head and as if to invite me in she spread her legs and slid back onto the bed some.

I stared at her amazing body, I almost dove straight into her without responding to her question, but stopped myself. "Do you have a condom?" I asked as to this point I've never not used one.

She just stared at me for a second and responds "I don't." This flusters me a bit. I had always been very careful to this point, this whole adventure was a bit out of character for me but Katherine was literally throwing herself at me, I couldn't resist. Was I really going to have unprotected sex with a stranger?

After a moment of deliberation, I decide to take my chances and enjoy Katherine in her fullest extent. I climb into the bed and positioned my tip against her opening, I aim my cock and thrust myself into her. We both groan out in unison as I do. Her tight warmth squeezing me as I penetrate into her. "Fuck me," she begs. I have to fight to not end up like before as this sentiment nearly finished me. This time I am able to hold on. As asked I begin to ram my hips into here, slapping our bodies together. We shake the bed as sweat starts to form on each of our bodies.

I find myself not knowing what part of Katherine I wanted to watch. Her small but perky bouncing tits, her beautiful face as she stares at me, or my bare cock pumping into her lovely pussy. I end up darting between all of them, savoring every second. "Harder," she cries out and I comply. I start using my full force to slam into her. The loud noises of the shaking bed and clapping bodies fill the room and house.

I impress myself with the ability to hang on. Almost from the moment I entered her I was ready to cum, and have been fighting the urge to do so. I can't tell how long it has actually been, but I'm pretty sure I've been surviving for a good while now. The sex with Katherine has been amazing, some of the best of my life. The way she talks to me and looks at me is like no other. She then looks at me, orgasm building inside her "I'm about to cum, and I want you to cum with me," she begs, again almost finishing me there.

My ability to hold on is quickly vanishing. I'm using all of my muscles to just try and hold on a little longer. Katherine then starts to buck and moan, her chest muscles convulsing, I can feel it on my dick and it feels amazing. As she does she cries out in joy, "oh fuck yes! That's it cum in me!"

It is this sentiment that finally does me in. I was planning on pulling out, maybe cumming on her chest or somewhere else. However as she begins to beg to cum in her I start to unleash, I wouldn't make it out if I wanted to at this point. My dick pumps shot after shot of thick semen into her. We each groan out loudly.

By the time I made it back to the store I was unfathomably late. My manager yelled at me for several minutes demanding to know where I've been or what happened. I start to give him some made up excuse as to what happened, but he doesn't believe me and sends me off to quickly rush to make the other deliveries that had been stockpiling in my absence. Later at the end of the shift when all of the other employees had left I tell him what happened. He started to laugh almost uncontrollably, reassuring me he would have done the same.

For the next several months at work I would carefully comb over the orders at work no matter what role I was in that day, searching for Kathrine to order again, but she never did. I tried to call the number on her receipt, but she had it turned off. I never met her or heard her from her again, but I always remember that night, quite vividly.