Sal called out, "Anderson delivery is up." That was my delivery. I went into the kitchen to grab the pizzas. I tried to ignore Sal as he stared at my chest. He was such a pig and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was creepily staring at my tits I wondered if he even knew what my face looked like but I was positive he could pick my boobs out of a lineup he stared at them so much. I hated this job so much. Not that I ever had illusions that delivering pizzas for a summer would be fun; I guess I just didn’t grasp how much it would suck. The pay wasn't great and I mostly relied on tips. And most people were lousy tippers. One top of that I came home every day smelling like pizza grease. I would immediately jump in the shower but I always felt like I never got rid of that damn smell completely. And on top of that my boss was a pig who eyed my like a hungry dog. I hated the job but I needed the money. I should have looked for something in the mall, but instead I was delivering pizzas, and having to ignore Sal as he constantly stared at my chest. I took the pizzas and quickly turned around to head out. I was sure he was staring at my ass but at least I didn't have to see that. I was so sick of his creepy staring that I was actually looking forward to the summer being over and I could go back to school.
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I stepped outside and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. Just another reason to hate my job right now. I quickly loaded the pizzas into my car and jumped inside. The pizzas were covered by the insulated delivery bag and would be dry but I had no such protection and was soaked in the few seconds it took me to get in the car. When I got back I am sure Sal would love to see my soaked clothes clinging to my skin. I drove to the Andersons, cursing at the crummy windshield wipers in my car which did very little to keep my windshield clear of the pouring rain and made visibility very poor. Fortunately the drive was only a few minutes. And at least it was the Andersons. I knew them well; they were frequent customers. The Andersons always tipped well so I was always happy to deliver to them. I am pretty sure one or both of the Andersons had high paying jobs. Their house was huge and their two daughters, who were a year and two years younger than me respectively, went to my high school, and everyone at school knew the family was wealthy. I was pretty sure they didn't have to hold a crummy summer job like me.
I pulled into their driveway and fortunately had an umbrella in my car Still, it was hard to hold the umbrella, open and close my car door, and carry the pizzas all at the same time so I was even more soaked by the time I got to their door. I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, Mr. Anderson opened the door. As soon as he did, I should have noticed something wasn't right. He seemed nervous or stressed but it wasn't any of my business. "Hi Mary, I left my wallet upstairs, step inside and get out of that rain and I'll grab it." His voice seemed agitated but I didn't really catch it at first.
"Oh that's OK, thanks but I am soaked I don't want to drip all over your floor," I replied.
"Nonsense," he said. "Please, come in, I insist. I won't have you catching pneumonia on my floor's account." Normally I would have been reluctant to step into someone's house but I had delivered to the Andersons so many times, I knew I had nothing to worry about. Or so I thought. I stepped into the house and immediately a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind and began pushing me further inside. I knew immediately that I was in danger and I screamed and dropped the pizzas and tried to pull away but whoever held me had a strong grip and despite my struggles, easily pushed me inside further. I heard the front door slam shut as I was dragged through the foyer of the house and into the kitchen. I started thrashing around and yelling as I was pulled in and lifted up onto the kitchen counter. My captor spun me around and sat me down on the counter so I was facing him. My shouts and screams immediately stopped as I started in shock at who… or rather what, had grabbed me. Whatever it was, it was not human. The thing somewhat resembled a human. It stood six feet tall and had a humanoid shape, a torso, arms, legs, and head. But that is where the resemblance to a human ended. The creature wore no clothes and its skin was wrinkly and was a pale gray, almost white. The skin reminded me of that of a naked mole rat and it made this creature look ghastly. Its ghastly head didn't improve its appearance. Its head was larger than a humans with a giant bulging forehead. The back of its head was elongated and cylindrical and it narrowed to a point at the end, almost reminding me of the shape of the heads of one of the creatures from the Aliens movies. Its eyes were sunken into its head; they were narrow slits mostly concealed by the flesh around them but under the flesh in the narrow slots I could make out pitch black eyes. Its nose was nothing more than a small ridge with nostrils. Perhaps the scariest part of the creature's face was its mouth. The mouth was easily three times the size of a human's, proportionally large for even its oversized head and was filled with what appeared to be rows of large razor sharp teeth, like a shark.
Finally, the initial shock over, I let out a frightened scream. Suddenly two more of the creatures entered the kitchen. One of them grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. I looked around and saw Mr. Anderson watching in terror, tears streaming down his face. What were these things? Why had he set me up? Where was his family? Suddenly I felt something tugging at my jeans. My gaze turned to the creatures and I realized one of them was pulling them off. I cried out and tried to pull away but the one creature held me firmly. The third creature leaned down and began untying my sneakers and then pulled them off. My jeans were pulled down my hips and legs then off completely. "Please what are you doing," I cried, fearing the worst, but the creatures ignored me. Soon one of the creatures was pulling my shirt up over my head. As the shirt was lifted up over my head and covered my face I was temporarily blind to my surroundings but I felt hands peeling off my socks. The shirt came off and then my bra was unsnapped and pulled off. I was sobbing now, so terrified that I was frozen in place. One of the creatures pulled my panties down and off and I was now sitting naked on the counter.
Mr. Anderson still watched, I could see him trembling with fear. One of the creatures continued to hold my shoulders, keeping me pinned to the counter. The second slid his hands under my knees. He suddenly pulled them up so my knees were up to my chest and then pushed them apart. This left my vagina completely exposed. The third creature kneeled between my legs and I started to cry harder. The creature opened his mouth and a large tongue snaked out. The tongue was easily three or four times the size of a human tongue and its shape was not like a human's it was long, and almost prehensile in the way it snaked around. The creature leaned in and I could feel its hot breath on my pussy. I tried to pull away but the other two creatures held me down firmly. I cried out in terror as the tongue slowly moved towards my pussy. I gasped when I felt the tongue insert itself into my slit and began to slide up and down. The creature moan and pulled its head away. "She tastes delicious," the creature said. It's voice was high-pitched and raspy but it spoke with perfect English. The creature then leaned back in. It reached with its hands and pushed the outer lips of my pussy apart and then dove in again, its tongue sliding up and down between the inner lips. My pussy began to feel tingly. Not from arousal at first, the tingly sensation was some sort of a reaction to the creature's saliva. The creature's tongue pushed in deeper and I whimpered, humiliated and terrified, as it lapped at my pussy. The creature's tongue pulled back and then began flicking and teasing my clit. I realized quickly that, in spite of being horrified and repulsed at what was happening, my body was reacting to the stimulation. The warm tingly sensation was no longer just the a reaction from the saliva and I realized in horror that I was growing aroused. The tongue slid down from my clit and then the creature began to push its tongue into my pussy. The tongue began pushing in and out rapidly, as it fucked me with its tongue. Then it pulled out and returned to my now swollen clit. I let out a sob, humiliated. My body was betraying me, I did not enjoy this at all, and yet the arousal was building and building. Within a minute, I felt wetness begin to build, not from the creature's saliva but my own arousal. My loins burned and the wetness spread and spread, and the creature began frantically lapping it up. "Her nectar is perfect!" the creature called out before it dove back in, lapping at my slit, then teasing my clit, then forcing its tongue inside and fucking me with it. The tingling increased, this was like no arousal I had ever felt before, it was unnatural. I sobbed in humiliation, realizing in terror that an orgasm was approaching. I was going to cum from this, the thought was humiliating!
Suddenly the first orgasm hit me, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me. As I orgasmed the creature eagerly lapped up the juices from my pussy flowing and then once again pushed its tongue in and out of my slick throbbing pusssy. I came for a minute, two minutes, maybe more, my body was trembling and waves of pleasure continued to hit me as the creature lapped at my pussy and took in my juices. Though my body was reacting, in my mind I was disgusted by the creature and even more so that my body was reacting this way. The orgasm was the most intense I had ever experienced, seemingly unnatural, which I assumed was caused by some combination of the
Sal called out, "Anderson delivery is up." That was my delivery. I went into the kitchen to grab the pizzas. I tried to ignore Sal as he stared at my chest. He was such a pig and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was creepily staring at my tits I wondered if he even knew what my face looked like but I was positive he could pick my boobs out of a lineup he stared at them so much. I hated this job so much. Not that I ever had illusions that delivering pizzas for a summer would be fun; I guess I just didn’t grasp how much it would suck. The pay wasn't great and I mostly relied on tips. And most people were lousy tippers. One top of that I came home every day smelling like pizza grease. I would immediately jump in the shower but I always felt like I never got rid of that damn smell completely. And on top of that my boss was a pig who eyed my like a hungry dog. I hated the job but I needed the money. I should have looked for something in the mall, but instead I was delivering pizzas, and having to ignore Sal as he constantly stared at my chest. I took the pizzas and quickly turned around to head out. I was sure he was staring at my ass but at least I didn't have to see that. I was so sick of his creepy staring that I was actually looking forward to the summer being over and I could go back to school.
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I stepped outside and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. Just another reason to hate my job right now. I quickly loaded the pizzas into my car and jumped inside. The pizzas were covered by the insulated delivery bag and would be dry but I had no such protection and was soaked in the few seconds it took me to get in the car. When I got back I am sure Sal would love to see my soaked clothes clinging to my skin. I drove to the Andersons, cursing at the crummy windshield wipers in my car which did very little to keep my windshield clear of the pouring rain and made visibility very poor. Fortunately the drive was only a few minutes. And at least it was the Andersons. I knew them well; they were frequent customers. The Andersons always tipped well so I was always happy to deliver to them. I am pretty sure one or both of the Andersons had high paying jobs. Their house was huge and their two daughters, who were a year and two years younger than me respectively, went to my high school, and everyone at school knew the family was wealthy. I was pretty sure they didn't have to hold a crummy summer job like me.
I pulled into their driveway and fortunately had an umbrella in my car Still, it was hard to hold the umbrella, open and close my car door, and carry the pizzas all at the same time so I was even more soaked by the time I got to their door. I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, Mr. Anderson opened the door. As soon as he did, I should have noticed something wasn't right. He seemed nervous or stressed but it wasn't any of my business. "Hi Mary, I left my wallet upstairs, step inside and get out of that rain and I'll grab it." His voice seemed agitated but I didn't really catch it at first.
"Oh that's OK, thanks but I am soaked I don't want to drip all over your floor," I replied.
"Nonsense," he said. "Please, come in, I insist. I won't have you catching pneumonia on my floor's account." Normally I would have been reluctant to step into someone's house but I had delivered to the Andersons so many times, I knew I had nothing to worry about. Or so I thought. I stepped into the house and immediately a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind and began pushing me further inside. I knew immediately that I was in danger and I screamed and dropped the pizzas and tried to pull away but whoever held me had a strong grip and despite my struggles, easily pushed me inside further. I heard the front door slam shut as I was dragged through the foyer of the house and into the kitchen. I started thrashing around and yelling as I was pulled in and lifted up onto the kitchen counter. My captor spun me around and sat me down on the counter so I was facing him. My shouts and screams immediately stopped as I started in shock at who… or rather what, had grabbed me. Whatever it was, it was not human. The thing somewhat resembled a human. It stood six feet tall and had a humanoid shape, a torso, arms, legs, and head. But that is where the resemblance to a human ended. The creature wore no clothes and its skin was wrinkly and was a pale gray, almost white. The skin reminded me of that of a naked mole rat and it made this creature look ghastly. Its ghastly head didn't improve its appearance. Its head was larger than a humans with a giant bulging forehead. The back of its head was elongated and cylindrical and it narrowed to a point at the end, almost reminding me of the shape of the heads of one of the creatures from the Aliens movies. Its eyes were sunken into its head; they were narrow slits mostly concealed by the flesh around them but under the flesh in the narrow slots I could make out pitch black eyes. Its nose was nothing more than a small ridge with nostrils. Perhaps the scariest part of the creature's face was its mouth. The mouth was easily three times the size of a human's, proportionally large for even its oversized head and was filled with what appeared to be rows of large razor sharp teeth, like a shark.
Finally, the initial shock over, I let out a frightened scream. Suddenly two more of the creatures entered the kitchen. One of them grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. I looked around and saw Mr. Anderson watching in terror, tears streaming down his face. What were these things? Why had he set me up? Where was his family? Suddenly I felt something tugging at my jeans. My gaze turned to the creatures and I realized one of them was pulling them off. I cried out and tried to pull away but the one creature held me firmly. The third creature leaned down and began untying my sneakers and then pulled them off. My jeans were pulled down my hips and legs then off completely. "Please what are you doing," I cried, fearing the worst, but the creatures ignored me. Soon one of the creatures was pulling my shirt up over my head. As the shirt was lifted up over my head and covered my face I was temporarily blind to my surroundings but I felt hands peeling off my socks. The shirt came off and then my bra was unsnapped and pulled off. I was sobbing now, so terrified that I was frozen in place. One of the creatures pulled my panties down and off and I was now sitting naked on the counter.
Mr. Anderson still watched, I could see him trembling with fear. One of the creatures continued to hold my shoulders, keeping me pinned to the counter. The second slid his hands under my knees. He suddenly pulled them up so my knees were up to my chest and then pushed them apart. This left my vagina completely exposed. The third creature kneeled between my legs and I started to cry harder. The creature opened his mouth and a large tongue snaked out. The tongue was easily three or four times the size of a human tongue and its shape was not like a human's it was long, and almost prehensile in the way it snaked around. The creature leaned in and I could feel its hot breath on my pussy. I tried to pull away but the other two creatures held me down firmly. I cried out in terror as the tongue slowly moved towards my pussy. I gasped when I felt the tongue insert itself into my slit and began to slide up and down. The creature moan and pulled its head away. "She tastes delicious," the creature said. It's voice was high-pitched and raspy but it spoke with perfect English. The creature then leaned back in. It reached with its hands and pushed the outer lips of my pussy apart and then dove in again, its tongue sliding up and down between the inner lips. My pussy began to feel tingly. Not from arousal at first, the tingly sensation was some sort of a reaction to the creature's saliva. The creature's tongue pushed in deeper and I whimpered, humiliated and terrified, as it lapped at my pussy. The creature's tongue pulled back and then began flicking and teasing my clit. I realized quickly that, in spite of being horrified and repulsed at what was happening, my body was reacting to the stimulation. The warm tingly sensation was no longer just the a reaction from the saliva and I realized in horror that I was growing aroused. The tongue slid down from my clit and then the creature began to push its tongue into my pussy. The tongue began pushing in and out rapidly, as it fucked me with its tongue. Then it pulled out and returned to my now swollen clit. I let out a sob, humiliated. My body was betraying me, I did not enjoy this at all, and yet the arousal was building and building. Within a minute, I felt wetness begin to build, not from the creature's saliva but my own arousal. My loins burned and the wetness spread and spread, and the creature began frantically lapping it up. "Her nectar is perfect!" the creature called out before it dove back in, lapping at my slit, then teasing my clit, then forcing its tongue inside and fucking me with it. The tingling increased, this was like no arousal I had ever felt before, it was unnatural. I sobbed in humiliation, realizing in terror that an orgasm was approaching. I was going to cum from this, the thought was humiliating!
Suddenly the first orgasm hit me, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me. As I orgasmed the creature eagerly lapped up the juices from my pussy flowing and then once again pushed its tongue in and out of my slick throbbing pusssy. I came for a minute, two minutes, maybe more, my body was trembling and waves of pleasure continued to hit me as the creature lapped at my pussy and took in my juices. Though my body was reacting, in my mind I was disgusted by the creature and even more so that my body was reacting this way. The orgasm was the most intense I had ever experienced, seemingly unnatural, which I assumed was caused by some combination of the
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