At one point in my life I had dreams of a promising career. I even went to college and studied hard to make those dreams come true. Though as anyone familiar with higher education can tell you this is a costly endeavor. So I took a part time job delivering pizzas.
"Watch out for those lonely housewives," my girlfriend Molly would tease.
Little did we know those words would be so prophetic.
It started like all such life changing days do – as a typical day no different than any other. It stayed that way till the end of my shift. I was delivering a pie to a freshly built enclave of McMansions just outside of town. Surrell's Lake was being sold as an out of the way place for the lower upper class to show off their wealth. At the time of my visit most of the homes had been sold but only one was finished and occupied. That was my destination that evening.
I rang the doorbell and waited.
"Coming!" a woman called.
I waited for a few more minutes eventually checking my watch.
"Be right there!"
Come on lady, this was my last delivery and I just wanted to get home. When the door finally opened I could do nothing but gulp. Standing there was a drop dead gorgeous brunette, a head shorter than him with a sweet childlike face and long flowing hair cascading over his shoulders. What made the sight spectacular was what this woman was wearing. Cute little black kitten heeled shoes encased petite feet adorned with white knit socks that stopped short of her knees. A red mini-skirt that deserved to be called micro by its lack of material hugged very feminine hips and promised to reveal everything beneath with the slightest of movements. A white cloth strip tied in the front like Daisy Duke held fast to a large pair of firm, youthful and potentially man-eating breasts.
"Well hello there mister," she said in a practiced false childlike innocence, "have you got a pizza there for me?"
Despite her dress and speech I could tell she was somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties. This little show of hers seemed to be a kind of role-play or something. Not sure what else to do he just pushed on.
"That'll be $18.99, mam."
She made a show of checking her clothes for pockets she plainly didn't have.
"Oh poo," she said with a sexy little pout, "I don't seem to have it on me. Can you bring those inside while I get it?"
I knew I shouldn't but ...
"Sure."
Heading inside she took her time making sure to give her hips an extra swing with every step she took so I could get a better look under her skirt. The sight of her large juicy ass hanging out of a neon pink thong was very much appreciated. They stopped in a small kitchen.
"Can you leave that on the table while I get you some money mister?"
"OK."
She left through one of the side doors while I stood there awkwardly.
"You're a lot cuter than you let on," she called out to him.
What?
"I don't have any money, can I pay you some other way?"
At that she gave me a knowing smile.
"Alright I've had enough of whatever little game you're playing. Either pay up or I'm leaving with the food."
"You're a naughty boy who needs to be taught a lesson. Good thing I do tutoring."
Coming forward she shoved me into a wooden kitchen chair.
"Hey!"
Suddenly she closed leather straps around my arms pinning them to the chair's arms.
"What are ...?"
Before I finished she had done the same to the legs. Those cuffs had been made into the chair. Had she planned this? With a thud she plopped down into my lap.
"There much better."
Given my current state of restraint I felt it best to be patient with her.
"What are doing lady?"
"We're just playing our little game: sexy school girl enjoys helpless pizza boy. You said it was one of your favorites."
"What are you ...?"
With the speed of a cheetah she jumped forward and grabbed my head shoving it between her breasts. I was now very hard and she knew it.
"Ooh don't get to excited baby, we've still got a long night ahead of us."
I couldn't breathe. This crazy bitch had me strapped into a chair and was now smothering me with her breasts! Hot tight flesh was pressed on either side of his face. He couldn't see or hear anything. He could smell however. He could smell an oddly sweet odor of sweat but it was mixed with a lilac perfume of some kind she seemed to have sprayed in between her breasts. Had she been intending to shove someone in here tonight?
Despite how uncomfortable all this was I was very, very hard from it also. I couldn't help it I was a breast man always had been. It's not that I didn't that I didn't find my girlfriend attractive or anything because I did. She might not be as endowed as I would like but I loved her. It was just that she wasn't very ... playful if you get my drift. She would never do anything like this.
That being said the pressure and the lack of air was starting to get to me. My chest was starting to tighten up. My thoughts were becoming much more fragmented and less frequent. White spots began to dance before my eyes. Soon my vision started tunneling. I could feel a deep comfortable sleep settling over me.
