My heart felt as if it would beat out of my chest as the door swung open to greet the delivery guy. Just what would such an unsuspecting person think of my skimpy and ostentatious attire? I wasn't met with an immediate response to that question as I seemed to have kept him waiting a little longer than I'm sure he expected. His eyes were down, thankfully, on his phone as he typed a message with one hand. I had not been seen, but the inevitable had been simply delayed.
He was young but not too young; perhaps my age or a little less. I imagined the pizza gig was something that was short-term while he took some college course or other such schooling. His hair was black, tucked neatly under the ball cap featuring the pizza company's logo. Though he was bundled up in a coat to combat the cold, he looked to be well fit. I imagined that had I actually been a girl, I might would have found him attractive. Even then, I doubted that I'd make advances on him and his cock three seconds after meeting him.
"Hello. I've got your..," he started; trailing off as his eyes lifted to see me. They were normal size until they widened at the realization of what he was looking at. He must have thought that he'd stumbled onto a Halloween party that lasted well past the holiday.
"Hi there," I said in a coy tone. Having a little practice with flirting during my little schemes at the motel, I gave him a half-smile and twisted back and forth ever-so slightly in place. It caused my skirt to sway, but I was careful to not over do it. If I wasn't to be made to show off my caged cock to him, I sure didn't want to.
"I...I got two large pizzas here for delivery," he said in an astonished tone. With his phone back in his pocket, he ripped the Velcro flap open on the bag and pulled out the pizza boxes.
"Oh my, don't those smell yummy!" I said. That wasn't exactly a lie, though I wouldn't normally use a word like 'yummy'.
The delivery guy tucked his bag beneath one arm and held the two boxes out to me with a hand on each side. To further the flirting process, I extended my arms to take them but reached a little further than necessary. As I cradled the boxes, I let my index finger with its manicured nail touched his hand. As he pulled away, it grazed ever-so slightly. At the same time, I was gently biting my pink lower lip.
"Well, uh...have a good night," the guy said, seeming a bit overwhelmed.
"Wait," I said before he could walk off. He stopped momentarily to see what I wanted.
Taking a deep breath, I turned just inside the doorway and began to lean down at the waist. I was merely setting the pizzas down, but I was doing much more than that. My chastity wasn't visible to him and I hoped my panties were doing a well enough job to conceal my plug. My eyes cut up enough to see both girls peeking around the corner. Both were snickering at my attempt to seduce him.
About that time, the plug that I'd hoped to keep hidden came to life inside me. It was hitting my prostate hard at my angle and I quickly sprung upwards. Katie turned it off, but only long enough for me to check my skirt and then turn back towards my target.
"Was uh...was there anything else you needed?" He asked timidly.
It was about that time that Katie decided to fire up my plug again. The sensation practically made my knees buckle and I found myself grasping onto the door frame. Again, my balls ached and my cock twitched in its cage.
We looked at each other for a moment. The plug was surging away inside of me, continuing to drive me crazy! I bit my lower lip again as I rested my head against the door frame.
"I uh..," I started. Now my brain was flustered and I couldn't get my words right. "I just wanted to say thanks for the pizzas."
"No problem," he said. He shrugged and added, "That's what they pay me to do."
Katie must have been playing with the settings on the remote. The plug stopped vibrating at a constant level and started surging its intensity. First it would go incredibly soft before amping up. I must have looked like I was going to be sick. My balls ached in both a pleasant and unpleasant manner. My cock fought against its confinement. I was in no way stimulated by what I was doing, yet I never wanted to cum so hard in my life!
"Well, speaking of pay," I started. My hand wrapped around the door frame and I gently stroked it up and down seductively. "I'm sorry I don't have any cash. I really wish I could give you some sort of tip for coming all the way out here."
The guy stared at me in awe; like he couldn't believe what was happening. My plug began giving me sharp bursts that felt like it was making my crotch thrust forward. Amid the pleasurable feelings of it all, I really wanted it to stop. In hopes of speeding my flirtatious advances along, I brought my fingertip up to my slightly opened mouth and gestured as if I were wiping something away; like perhaps a little bit of male ejaculate.
"I uh...I really gotta be going," he said. His face was flushed red, and I didn't think it was all from the chilly wind.
I couldn't focus! Katie had my plug turned up so damn high that it was making it impossible to think. Perhaps that was the point. Maybe they wanted to see me act like some cock-hungry bimbo who couldn't think about anything else. Then there was a short jolt at my chastity that just completely ruined the sensation the plug was giving to me.
"Don't give up!" Christy whispered loudly to me.
"I, uh..," I started. The guy stopped and turned back around towards me. "I'm sure you're a quite busy guy and I like a man that works." I gave him a wink before I finished with, "I just thought I'd show you how thankful I can be."
Again, I let my hand rub up and down the door frame while I also accented my mouth in an opened, blowjob fashion. That was it though. Short of yanking his pants down and thrusting my mouth on him, I didn't know what else I could do.
"I don't know if this is a prank, but I've got a girlfriend." And with that, he turned and trudged away. Christy, as if to make me give one last go at it, gave my crotch another sharp jolt. It wasn't enough to make me try anything else. The delivery guy wasn't a creep looking for a little action. He seemed quite respectful and I hated myself for acting like a common slut just to suck him off; even if I had been forced into it.
"Awww, Dafni, you let him get away," Christy cooed as she walked up.
"I guess even sluts don't get some every time," Katie joked. She finally cut my plug off and I just wanted to collapse. Thankfully, I was still latched onto the door frame.
"Don't just stand there, quit letting the fucking cold air in and shut the door," Christy demanded. After closing it, I was ordered to grab the pizzas and follow them to the kitchen.
As I trotted behind, the amazing smell from the boxes wafted up my nose and made me forget about my denied orgasm. It had been months since having anything this delectable. Though they were cruel like Brady, perhaps they'd take pity on my nourishment and allow me just a little bit.
"Get us a couple of plates down," Christy order me. "I want to have some while it's hot."
Curtsying, I went over to the cabinet and pulled down two large plates. Taking a chance, I pulled down a small plate as well. I hoped that perhaps if they saw I would eat little more than a mouse, they wouldn't think anything of letting me have some. Once again, Brady had made sure to fuck anything like that up.
"What's this one for?" Christy asked.
"I was just wondering perhaps..," I started as I peered down and teetered back and forth like a child, "If you might allow me just a tiny bit?"
