Door Dash

I was needing some extra money and took some time to consider ways and means. I considered Uber but finding myself driving strange men to lonely places? I didn't think so.

Door Dash on the other hand appealed to me. Just pick up groceries or take away and deliver it to a local address. The store would collect the fees so I didn't need to be worried about being stiffed of my pay. I might also get a few tips which would be a plus.

So I signed up for Door Dash and started making a little extra, not a fortune but enough to give me some useful pocket money.

On this particular trip I was delivering groceries, and quite a few of them. The customer must have done several weeks shopping at a single trip.

I arrived at the customer's place and rang the bell and he promptly answered the door. I sort of recognized him as I'd delivered here before.

"Door Dash," I said with my normal bright smile.

"Oh, good," he said, smiling in return. "Ah, I hate to ask but can you help bring the things inside? I've sprained my wrist. Don't worry, I'll give you an extra tip."

"No need," I told him. "Happy to help."

With that we started taking the groceries in, stacking them on the kitchen table. I'd just brought in the last load when someone else came into the house.

I only needed one look to know they were brothers. Mirror images, bar the second man looking a little older. If asked I'd have put them in the middle thirties, somewhat older than my twenty.

"This her?" the newcomer asked.

"Yep. She's a beauty, isn't she?"

"Your taste is impeccable, as usual."

If they thought I was a beauty who was I to contest their opinion. My hair was so dark it shone blue when I brushed it. In contrast to that I had very blue eyes, the result of a couple of recessive genes coming together. My skin was smooth and my face was heart shaped. I guess some people would say I was a beauty. There again, most men seemed to prefer blondes and I didn't even register with them.

I didn't say anything about their comments, just smiling and saying I would be going.

"Before you go," said Robert. He was the actual customer and had introduced himself the first time I made a delivery. "This is Adam, my younger brother."

I politely said hullo and started edging towards the door.

"Hold on," said Robert and I paused as he was reaching for his wallet.

"Everything is prepaid, including my fee," I reminded him, although I wasn't going to refuse if he insisted. To my astonishment he took a couple of fifties from his wallet.

"Ah, what?" I mumbled. No way was he giving me a hundred dollar tip.

He took my hand and slapped the money down into it, me automatically clutching hold of it.

"This is for assisting in bringing the groceries in and for other little inconveniences we'll cause you."

I was trying to think of a polite way to refuse because a hundred was just far too much.

I was blathering trying to say no thank you and thank you very much at the same time. I really wanted that money but no way had I earned it. And then my tracksuit pants fell down.

I do Door Dash in a tracksuit. It's comfortable and I don't care if it gets messed up. I do not, however, wear a tracksuit that's too large. There was just no way my pants would fall down of their own accord. In this instance they had a little help in the personage of Adam. He'd just grabbed them and yanked them down.

I spun to face him with a yell, ready to blast him for his audacity. That was an error because as soon as I turned to face Adam Robert stepped up and my panties also went down.

Talk about furious. How dare they? My loose top still covered the essentials but as soon as I bent down to haul them up I'd be exposing myself to their lecherous gaze.

I crouched down, thinking that was the best way to grab my pants and pull them back up. Instead of that working they just waited until I was crouching, all smiles, and then Robert casually reached over and pushed me, resulting in me being flat on my back on the rug.

This also, I found meant that they could now pull pants and panties right off. They didn't stop there. Adam held me down and Robert stripped off my top and bra, leaving me lying there starkers.

At that point he extracted the hundred dollars from my hand, picked up my pants, and stuffed the money in my pocket.

"So you don't lose it," he said.

"The hell with that. I don't want it. Let me go."

"After all the trouble we went to get you here? Don't be silly."

Robert smiled and jerked his head towards his brother. Turning to look I found myself staring at Adam's erection, he having taken the time to lose his trousers. I swallowed nervously and turned back to Robert and found myself looking at another erection.

I damned near fainted at that point, not that I think it would have made much difference. They'd probably have raped me while I was out.

"Let me go. This is rape."

"Not yet it's not. Currently it's only indecent assault, but don't worry, the rape will come."

I exploded. Didn't help. They held me down easily and the language I was using was water off a duck's back, totally ignorable. Eventually I ran out of things to say and lay there, fuming.

The pair of them had taken the time to strip while I ranted and raved and were now as naked as I was. I had to admit that they were well built, solid with not much fat showing. I couldn't help but wish they were soft and blubbery. That way I might have had a chance.

They started touching me. Initially it was just light touches, hands gliding gently over me. Adam started by stroking my feet, giving me a foot rub, and then slowly working his way up. Robert's hands rushed across my breasts. I shouldn't say hands as only his fingertips were touching me. In other circumstances I'd have enjoyed what they were doing but these weren't other circumstances.

Adam's hands were slowly moving up my legs and I was acutely aware of where they were. At the same time Robert's hands left my breasts and were brushing their way down. I just knew where there those hands were going to come together.

To increase my annoyance I'd always found foot rubs erotic and my breasts had always been sensitive. Between them they were getting me aroused, like it or not.

Adam started stroking the inside of my thighs with my pussy reacting to that touch. For his part Robert was rather firmly rubbing my mons and I was reacting to that as well.

As I expected both of them started rubbing my vulva, with me stifling a scream as they did so. Both of them slipped fingers inside me, teasing and tantalising. I was breathing hard, wanting them gone, but knowing no relief was likely.

Suddenly both met sat up and looked at me.

"So who do you want first?" Adam asked.

"Nobody," I protested. "Just leave me alone".

"Ok, it looks like you're up, Rob. You've known her longest."

I protested that I didn't want Rob, first, second, or any other number. Rob simple cupped my vulva and squeezed it.

"Don't worry so much," said Robert. "You'll enjoy it. Any position you'd like?"

"What?"

"You know. Doggy style, missionary, watch me take you or be surprised when I take you from behind?"

I gave an all encompassing no, knowing it would be ignored.

The two men shrugged and then Adam grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. For his part Robert simply pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. That done he parted my lips and steered himself into place. I was now treated to a double treat, seeing his cock sink into me and at the same time feeling it.

I'm not sure what was worse, having Robert start to rape me or finding out that I was enjoying it. All the fooling around they'd been doing had left me completely aroused, my passage hot and wet and expectant.

I continued my protests of course, telling him to stop as he was hurting me. I suspect that I'd have been horrified and disappointed if he had stopped. I also suspected that he knew I was lying due to the way I was moving with him.

He was taking his time, enjoying himself. His hands were on my breasts, kneading them, apparently enjoying the feel of them. And Adam was still holding my hands above my head, preventing me from struggling. (It also stopped me clinging to Robert which was a plus.)

I have to admit Robert was getting to me. I was getting more aroused by the minute and he showed no signs of stopping. I could sense when he was reaching the end of his effort and I was waiting nervously. Then he started jerking into me as if there was no tomorrow and that was enough to make me climax. (Biting my tongue so I didn't shout out my pleasure.)

Robert rolled off me and lay next to me grinning like a fool. I just lay there, trying to keep my face blank. Adam released my hand and stood up and went elsewhere.

"Does this mean I can go now?" I asked hopefully.

Robert laughed and Adam came back with a cloth to wipe me down. That done he grabbed me and rolled me over, keeping me pinned like that. He lifted my hips, pushing my knees forward and there I was, head down, bum up.

He held me like that with one hand on my back and I started squealing a protest as he positioned himself and started pushing into me. I was shocked. Probably because I was feeling sensitive after Robert's little effort Adam's cock felt enormous. (It wasn't. I'd seen both cocks and they were very much the same size.)

As soon as he started to enter me he stopped holding me down, his arm circling and clutching hold of my breasts, squeezing them, claiming them as his own.

At first I thought that Robert and Adam were much of a muchness where rape was concerned. I quickly learned otherwise. Where Robert had kept things nice and smooth right up until the end Adam had started nice and smooth it didn't stay that way for long.

He started pounding into me, driving me harder and harder. This isn't going to take long I thought, already ticking Adam off as too eager and a careless lover. I could hardly believe it when he simply kept on going, his cock repeatedly slamming into me.

I'd managed to keep quiet while Robert took me. Difficult at times but

I'd done it. Adam wasn't giving me a chance. Shortly after he began giving me the works I was crying out. Not saying anything, just crying out. I couldn't help myself.

I was still gasping out wordless sounds when Adam went into his end run. His pace increased, which I hadn't thought possible, and he pushed me over the hump to a very noisy climax. I was dimly aware of him jerking spasmodically as he also climaxed.

This time Robert wiped me down and then they let me get dressed. I departed, well fucked but with a hundred in my pocket. (I checked and yes, it was there.)

Was I going to report what has happened? Don't be silly. Let everyone know what happened and be pitied? Not me. Besides I had the hundred to go and do some therapeutic shopping.

One thing I knew. I wouldn't do a Door Dash for Robert again. Or if I had to he could carry his own damn groceries inside, even if he had two broken arms.