You see a lot of crazy things when you deliver pizza to work your way through college. I also thought that all those stories that you hear of the pizza guys getting laid for a tip weren't true, this story shows how wrong I was or does it? I still think I came out pretty well minus my work uniform, of course.
I had a delivery to a new address at about 10:38 on a Monday evening, so I figured that it was for the football game that was on TV. I took the pie and walked up to the house and a very sexy black woman opened the door and invited me inside. I went in as I normally do and put the pizza on the table as she requested.
"That'll be $10.85," I told her.
"Well, you're direct and to the point aren't you?" she responded.
"Yeah, we're getting slammed at work and I need to get back," I said not adding that I was a little anxious about being a white man in a black woman's apartment at that time of night without her husband or boyfriend there to see that nothing happened. Last time that happened I couldn't move for three days!
"I was hoping that you might be a little company for me, Kyle," she said looking at my name tag.
"Well, Miss Johnson, I do have a job to do," I told her.
"Look, Kyle, just call me Vanessa, and listen to what I have in mind and I promise you that you'll stay," Vanessa offered.
"Well, okay, if you insist," I responded.
"I have to admit that I have always wanted a white man to have sex with me and you seem to fit the bill of what I want so I'm giving you the option of a game," she smiled at me.
"What kind of game?" I asked now smiling myself.
"Strip poker, with a bargin for the winner," Vanessa said holding up a deck of cards. "If I win and you lose you get to fuck me, but I keep your clothes and you walk out of here in the nude and forget about me forever. If you win and I lose then I'll walk down the corner market naked and get a pack of gum then give you blowjob and swallow your cum," she said with a grin.
Being a pretty good poker player, I agreed to her rules. Besides, I'm getting fucked or a blowjob. Didn't dawn on me that I was also betting my clothes on a fuck.
We sat down at her kitchen table and got started. I soon had her shirt and pants off and she was sitting there in just her bra and thong panties. I was starting to have trouble focusing on the game at hand because her titties looked like they were going to pop out of her bra at any time. Then my luck changed for the worse and the game went downhill fast. She won two hands in a row (shoes and socks didn't count and were already off) and I was sitting there in my bikini briefs with my hard cock peeking out the top. The next hand was a critical one either she was going topless or I was going to lose the game and every stitch of clothes I had on. Sweat popped out on my forehead as she called for cards. I laid down my three Jacks with a smug smile, until Vanessa said, "Lose the briefs, white boy," and laid down four Kings.