Delivering More Than Just Pizza. ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

Ladies and Gentlemen, here's another story i wrote before i became ill, if you see want i mean. And please be patient, ops pardon the pun, there's no bondage yet in this first, introductory, part. And this story is based a few years ago when the major pizza chains used to employ fleets of young moped riders in order to deliver their product to customers.

DELIVERING MORE THAN JUST PIZZA.

Just my bloody luck, eh? Just as the fixed interest period of my mortgage repayments was due to cease and before I’d negotiated an extension, a series of financial ‘cock ups’ by the government resulted in the official interest rate shooting upwards at an alarming trajectory. Meaning that my mortgage payments, that had been at a completely comfortable level, followed them upwards until I was really struggling to afford them. Triggering some difficult decisions that I’d have to take.

Like did I get rid of my motorcycle, one I’d lusted over for quite a while, before taking the plunge and borrowing some money to acquire? With, the situation when I’d bought her being that I could easily afford the extra financial burden, but not now. However, an advert I clocked on-line rather solved that issue for me, but at some cost it appeared.

It was from a company owning a major chain of pizza delivery stores, asking for more delivery drivers, or to be more precise, riders. I noted the number of my local store and gave them a ring.

To be informed that they did require more delivery riders, especially on a Friday and Saturday evening. Meaning, that only would I be earning money during those evenings, I’d be saving it as well, I’d not be spending any down my local pub, as I did so normally. A ‘win-win’ situation, if one ignored the fact that I was giving up something that I really enjoyed.

Well, I applied and after a quick interview was accepted, just for those two shifts though. Not only were they the busiest period of my new employer’s week, but those shifts also didn’t interfere with my main method of earning a living. I reported for work, at the first time on a Friday evening, finding my way into in my new task with ease, proving to be quite an asset, even I say so myself.

However, things didn’t prove to be plain sailing. With all of my colleagues being younger, most of them were students, none of them had passed a driving test for motorcycles, as I had, holding a full driving licence for motorbikes, actually for cars as well. Meaning that the fleet of scooters owned by the chain and provided for our use all displayed the obligatory ‘L’ plates required by learner drivers or riders. However, as I warned by the police one day, as a full license holder, it was actually an offence for them to be displayed when I was riding. Therefore, there became one bike that could only be ridden by me, the one with no ‘L’ plates fitted. Meaning the company allowed me, against their normal policy, to take my bike home with me, when my shifts ended, especially when I pointed out that my home included a secure, dry garage in which I could park my ‘company vehicle.’

Together with the savings generated by my not going down the pub, my extra earnings meant that I could now afford to pay my new mortgage rate and afford to keep my M.V Agusta F3. And not drinking beer like I’d used to, had some other benefits too, as you can all imagine my overall health improved too, as my waist stopped threatening to expand, as it had done so previously.

I quite enjoyed my new job, and it wasn’t long before I stopped missing my visits to the pub, enjoying my better health too. So much so, that I decided even if the mortgage rate was to fall again, I might continue this extra means of earning money. Not that there was any sign of that occurring on the immediate horizon!

My new career, well part time anyway, had been existent for about six months, when THAT night happened. A Saturday evening, that had started and continued in just same manner as any ordinary one would have, if you see what I mean.

If fact I’d officially ‘knocked off’ and was about to depart homewards when her call came through, ordering a couple of pizzas for delivery. And as I am by nature a decent and helpful person, I offered to convey them to her. The fact that the address of this customer was fairly near to my own home, and completing this job wouldn’t take me far out of my way, greatly assisting in making my decision for me, contributing to my acceptance to help out here. After all, it’s never a bad idea to hold your employer somewhat owing you a favour, especially when it involved so little effort on my behalf. So, once her pizzas were cooked, off I set, to deliver our female customer the goods she’d ordered and offered to pay for, as per the best traditions.

Two things became immediately clear when I knocked upon her door, as she opened it to me. Firstly, she was a beautiful young lady, fairly tall and slim, lovely golden hair cascading either side of her flawless face. And the clothes that she wore, or rather the lack of them did nothing to diminish her natural beauty, far from it. For she was adorned in stylish, expensive and very sexy lingerie, a very skimpy satin bra and panty set, also made from dark blue satin, a lacy suspender belt held up some very sheer nylon stockings. Although she wore a dressing gown over this sexy apparel, it was almost see-through, concealing very little. The other matter?

Something, or somebody had clearly upset her, her luscious eyes were completely full of tears, in fact her whole demeanour was of a person who’d been betrayed badly. “Oh, it’s you, I’d forgotten I’d ordered them,” suggested that said dis-appointment had occurred AFTER her pizza order had been placed. As did her, “I’ll just go and fetch some money,” again pointing to the fact that she’d been subjected to some sort of trauma that had made her forget she’d even ordered the pizza. And then she made her offer.

“Was this your last delivery, I fully realise it’s getting late?” When I answered in the affirmative, she then responded by asking “do you need to return home straight away? For I can’t eat all of this, and the ratbag who was to have shared it with me, has run off. Would you mind sharing it with me, I could do with some company right now, and you seem like a really decent bloke?”

I was quite hungry by now, it had been my plan to have knocked up some food when I’d reached home, and sharing my company’s product with a sexy lady, would alleviate me of having to prepare anything. Besides, she really did look like she needed somebody to talk to, to unburden herself upon. Add in the fact that she was SO damn sexy, dressed as she was, although she didn’t seem to be in any state for any such games, so I dismissed any such thought from my mind,

“Yes Ma’am,” well at this stage what else could I call her, I didn’t yet know her name, “I’ll gladly share that pizza, with you. I’m actually quite hungry right now.”

“Oh, thank you. Please come in. And by the way, my name’s not Ma’am but Debbie.” Holding out her hand in greeting.

“Thank you, Debbie.” Taking and shaking her offered hand. “Rob. Well officially Robert, but only my mother calls me that now, and that’s only when she’s annoyed with me.”

I followed Debbie into her luxurious kitchen placing the pizza boxes down on her large table and sat down on one of her chairs there. Waiting for her to open them, and we could start.

“The pizzas aren’t only thing that ratbag I me were supposed to share,” no by the manner in which you’re dressed I guess that you were intending a good shag, and therefore would have been sharing a bed, I, somewhat unkindly, thought, to myself, but no, I got that wrong it appeared as Debbie chinked two wine glasses together, and I followed her eyes towards a bottle of red wine standing upon her side.

“I can’t drink too much of that!” I exclaimed. “I have to ride home afterwards, and there are laws against using a motor vehicle when drunk. Laws that I agree with.”

“Well, you can stay the night. I’ve a spare room.”

To be totally honest, the idea did appeal. It looked a classy bottle, and it had been a while since I’d enjoyed a drink. And an evening with a woman, in this case the delightful Debbie, eating and drinking in her company did seem like a pleasant way to spend this night, believe me.

“Ok, I’ll gladly join you for a drink, as well as the pizza, Debbie. But could I put the bike away in your garage, please, out of the way of prying eyes? It isn’t mine after all.”

“Sure, no problem. Thank you for giving me your time, I need someone to be with at the moment. Follow me.” Debbie led me out of the kitchen into the garage, that and the house were connected, opening the main garage door, and indicating just where she wanted me to park the scooter. Leaving me to get on with the job, as she herself went straight back into the house. Meaning she was out of my sight for a while. Something that, as I would discover later, was to prove very significant.

For as I re-entered her kitchen, Debbie handed me a large glass of that red wine, which she’d poured, as well as one for herself. We ‘chinked’ glasses together and then I swallowed a large mouthful, sitting myself at her kitchen table, and looking forward to helping her devour that pizza.

After another slug of the wine, it was now that I began to feel, well, a little ‘woozy’ Suddenly I began to feel totally fuzzy, and then I passed out, collapsing onto the floor. I’d just discovered that there was another ingredient within the glass of wine that Debbie had handed me!

[Boundguy800]

Sneaky Debbie! Sounds like a fun start. Can’t wait for the bondage.

[LunaDog]

Sneaky Debbie! Sounds like a fun start. Can’t wait for the bondage.

She's more mischeivous than pure evil, in all fairness. Will he awake to find himself tied up?

[LunaDog]

When I ‘came to’ about twenty minutes later, things had definitely changed, and not necessarily for the better from my point of view. For a start, I was no longer within Debbie’s kitchen, no, she’d clearly moved me to one of her bedrooms. For now, I was lying upon her bed, that she had covered in pure satin, yes it was a luxurious sheet that I lay upon.

But I wasn’t simply lying upon it. As soon as I tried to move, I realised that I was unable to, For the full extent of my predicament then hit me, I was securely, if safely, tied to the four solid and secure four corner bedposts! And that wasn’t the end of things, by any means.

For both my legs and my forearms too, were covered in sheer nylon. Let’s start down there, shall we? Simple really, while I was firmly in ‘the land of nod,’ Debbie had put me into stockings and suspenders, classy items just like she wore herself. So, that’s my legs then.

At the other end, my hands had been put into some nylon mitten type gloves, which extended to just above my elbows. Featuring a tie, just at the finger end, which had also been tied, to the bondage tie that bound my wrist to the bedpost itself.

I’d been fastened, in a manner that left me no choice to Debbie’s bed and dressed in her lingerie. Could matters get any worse? Actually yes, shoved into my mouth, and tied there to prevent any ejection, was what I guessed were my captor’s panties, judging by the overwhelming taste of female arousal that they were emitting.

As the reality of my new situation dawned upon me, suddenly I became aware of the presence of another within the room, there sitting on a large, and comfortable chair was the lady of the house herself. She noticed that I’d stirred, lifting herself out of the chair she walked over and now stood over me, as if studying the result of her handiwork.

“Hello Darling, as I’m sure you can guess, pizza wasn’t the only thing I was supposed to share this night?” So, I been right. “No, I’m not referring to the wine, that was something that I introduced into the equation after he’d left, and when you’d turned up. Adding a little ‘something’ to your glass whilst you were putting your bike into my garage. So, I could capture you and put you just where you find yourself right now. Oh yes, Darling, you are now going to be SHAGGED! I’m right in the mood for some raw sex tonight, and as he’s gone, it’s YOU who is going to be the one who is to now be going to provide it for me!”

She sat herself down on the side of the bed and began to rub her hands over my nylon covered pins, an action that I have to admit felt delicious. Beginning to start taking an effect on a certain part of my anatomy, which up until now, because of the lingering effect of her drug I guess, hadn’t stirred into action just yet. Noticing this, she transferred one of her hands onto my tool, and this simply finished the job, soon it was completely erect!

“See, Darling, a least one part of you is right up, literally, for what I want! Now, can I trust you? Will you start screaming if remove the gag? If you promise not to, then remove it I will. However, any excessive noise from you, back in it goes. Understand? Nod if yes.”

Accepting that I was her complete captive, I resolved to keep control, recognising that I mustn’t start shouting or lose my temper with her, she held all of the aces here, and not me, I nodded gently at her. Which did the trick, she removed the gag.

With a normal voice, not raised at all, I simply asked, “why Debbie? If you wanted sex, why didn’t you simply ask me? You’re stunningly sexy after all, you could have saved yourself all the trouble of drugging me, then dragging me here and tying me up. If you asked me respectively, then I’d almost have certainly said ‘yes.’ I’ll willingly admit that a large part of me was hoping you’d do precisely that, and we’d end up in this bed together. But. not like this, I’m not sure I want sex with you now.”

“Too bad, Darling, you don’t have any choice in the matter now. You are tied to my bed, you belong to it, and as it belongs to me, then so, by default, do you. You are mine now, mine for me to do with what I want, how I want and for long as I, and I alone, want. Like I say, I’m right in the mood for some raw sex, and cold, hard, raw sex is what I’m going to get!” With her hand still stroking my cock, and her other one now starting to fondle my balls. “You never know, you might actually enjoy it, this part of your body looks like it fancies the prospect.” A true statement it appeared, for my cock had NEVER felt so hard in all of its entire life as it did at this moment.

Thing was, not that I could freely admit it, was that Debbie’s actions of placing me into her lingerie, then tying me up and turning me into her helpless prisoner had turned me on to a degree that I’d never been so before. A large part of me simply screamed for her to shag me.

In fact, so excited had I become now, that I looked her straight into her eyes and almost challenged her. “Please Debbie, please now Mistress, treat me as nothing more that your living dildo, please shag me into total oblivion! Simply regard me as a piece of dirt, show me NO mercy whatsoever and keep me here and ‘at it’ until you’re taken me beyond my limit of what I can stand and beg, yes BEG, you to stop!”


Just how do you think the delecatable Debbie should react to such a challenge, Ladies and Gentlemen?

[LunaDog]

“Good, we seem to be singing from the same hymn sheet here Darling! Make NO mistake that is exactly what I’m planning to do to you right now. I’m going to, as you’re asked for, keep you going until you beg me not to. Even then I won’t stop, Darling, you are now going to receive NO mercy whatsoever. You are, as you say yourself, my living dildo now!”

She climbed aboard my bound form, her lips found mine, and she initiated a kiss that was so full of passion and intent, promising that the sex she was about to inflict upon me was going to be of an intensity level that I’d struggle to cope with.

Cope with in the dark, by the way. For her next action was to slide her hand under the single pillow upon which my head rested, only to emerge containing a satin blindfold. Which I soon discovered was one of those proper ones, one that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate, as Debbie slipped it into position over my eyes. Balancing the fact that I could no longer enjoy the utterly delicious sight of her, by the fact that my state of intrigue was increased immensely. Not only could she do to me just what she wanted, with me utterly helpless to prevent her, but now I couldn’t observe just what delights she planned for me!

Which now meant that she got straight down to business, placing her soaking wet pussy over my ram-rod, otherwise known as my cock. “My God, does this feel good, or what Darling? Much tastier than a mere slice of pizza, no matter what the topping!” Can’t really argue with you there, Debbie, although as things had turned out I had never actually sampled that particular pizza, that I’d delivered to her that evening. Delivering my body into her hands instead!

After quite some moments, time during which Debbie almost savoured the feeling of having her pussy full with my cock, which if she didn’t enjoy it, well I most certainly did, she slowly commenced her pumping action me. MY GOD! I didn’t take long to become crystal clear that this was a lady who knew exactly what she was doing in bed, and I stopped worrying about the fact that I was her complete carnal captive and started enjoying what she was subjecting me to instead. Lay back and enjoy the ride, I told myself, and by Christ, I most assuredly WAS enjoying it!

Unfortunately, it was all over in far too short a period of time, but what this situation lacked in quantity it made up for in sheer quality, as by far the most intense, explosive and earth-shattering climax utterly overwhelmed me, taking me to places that I’d never been before and leaving me helpless with pleasure. And judging by the piecing screams that the room became filled with, it appeared that I wasn’t alone in enjoying the moment!

When we’d both calmed down a little, suddenly Debbie’s husky voice was back in one of my eardrums. “Was that good, Darling? Are you glad that I ordered that pizza now? For I sure am, mind you that was only the beginning, we’re the whole night ahead of us. What was that you asked me to do, oh yes, shag you into oblivion? I’m going to do just that. However, as we’re now undergoing that annoying period of time, when Mother Nature demands that your cock needs to re-charge, I’m going to give you another cock that I can ride.” See lifted my blindfold, not removing it though, and allowed me to watch as she fetched her new tool. A mouthpiece, fitted with a cock shaped dildo!

In quick succession then, my captor fitted her new toy, restored my state of complete darkness, and then, holding the bedframe to support herself on her hunches, she rode my second cock, until her sexual juices became splattered all over my face.

Thus, the night continued with Debbie alternating between my two cocks, with one of them available to her at all times, and clearly enjoying every minute. Oh, just to make things clear, she did the common decency to wash my face, each time she’d made use of her artificial penis!

However, this intensity for her, it was the vast majority of the work, couldn’t continue to last forever, gorgeous and fit that she was, her frame only contained a finite amount of stamina. Once she realised that her strength was beginning to fail, Debbie laid herself down beside me, and continued my torment, just using her hands, keeping me active whilst conserved what was left of her endurance.

Thus, pacing herself she was able to take me right to my limit, and it soon became abundant that her threat to keep me ‘at it’ until I begged her to stop wasn’t false at all. I’d have to give in and surrender to her.

“Mistress Debbie, you win. I can’t take any more, please Mistress mercy! Please stop!”

“Told you, didn’t I? Knew you couldn’t last. But I’ve bloody enjoyed it, so, yes, it is time.” With that she kept her word, untying my bonds, after which we cuddled, before falling off to so much needed sleep.

[LunaDog]

So, were there any consequences to the events of that memorable night? One that involved Debbie having to answer a question from an appointed official? Because, as I’m sure all of the ‘barrack room lawyers’ reading this can point out, she had been guilty of rape here, her capture and initial sexual actions could be argued to have taken place without my express consent or permission.

Although the question she ended up facing wasn’t in the form of “to the charge of unlawful rape, do you plead guilty or not guilty,” but the rather more pleasant one of, “do you Deborah Rose Higgins take this man, Robert John Dawson to be your lawful wedded husband?” Yes, she’s now my lady wife!

And yes, on many an occasion, she still ties me to the bed, shagging me utterly senseless, just like I want her to, very much including our wedding night itself. With me having been put into her stockings of course, I just love the feeling of sheer nylon on my legs, and why should you girls be allowed to savour the delicious feeling and us men not?

Just going to show, that on that fateful evening, it was very much as case of me,

DELIVERING MORE THAN JUST PIZZA.