[MF] Three Months Of Delivering Food For Extra Money Has Some Unexpected Perks

As a dude in his 20s trying to make it out in Los Angeles, I needed to take on an extra gig. Maybe “needed” is the wrong word. It wasn’t like I either delivery food or set up camp on the side of the street. More like, “Wow, I’m tired of having no money after paying all the bills.”

So around three months ago, I signed up for a delivery service. The process was rather easy. They even sent me a nice little bag and card a few days later. I was told doing food delivery in LA is difficult with only one person because you’re always looking for parking. I tested it out, and yeah, during the rush times? Fucking sucks. Would not recommend. But if you take the night shift? It’s really not so bad. You may not make as much, ah what the fuck, you don’t care about this shit.

Point is, I’ve been delivering food at night, and for the most part it’s been uneventful. I had been dropping most items off at the door, so I barely had to interact with anyone, which was cool with me. Here lately though, people have been more willing to accept the food, so I’ve had some strange interactions.

A few weeks back, this dude (50s, shirtless) answered the door, “Where’s the milkshake?” he asked almost instantly, as if he knew there wasn’t going to be a milkshake. “It didn’t say anything about milkshake, I’m sorry,” I replied.

“Fuck, man. Every time I order a milkshake from this place it never fucking comes,” he said, banging his fist on the door.

“I’m sorry. I can check to make sure it’s not on…” I scrolled through my phone, looking at the order. No milkshake, “Yeah, there’s no milkshake listed.”

“What are you saying?”

“I-I-I uh,” I stammered.

“I ordered a fucking milkshake.”

“Do you want me to go back?”

“And then have my fries get cold? I got fries so I could dip them in my milkshake.”

“I’m sorry. You can request a refund on the app.”

“I know,” he said and then slammed the door shut.

He was probably the scariest customer I’ve had. Not the weirdest though. I had one person answer the door on a leash. His “owner” was behind him. I had to literally place the food on this dude’s back as he crawled around on his knees. He barked at me before I left. I can only hope the bark was a “thank you” and not a “please help me.”

Anyway, it’s been fun for the most part, and I’ve been making decent money. But last weekend, the delivery gig went from “fun” to “best experience of my life.”

It was around 11 at night on Saturday. I had been driving since 8 and was doing pretty well. Nothing spectacular, but decent. I get this ping for a small order from this pizza place. I think it was breadsticks and these cinnamon roll things. I decided to accept it because I was right by the restaurant, and I wanted to see how high this person who ordered it was.

So I pick up the order and drive to the destination, which was about 10 minutes away. I expected to arrive at some apartment complex, but it was actually a fairly nice house. You know, the type of house that would cost like $200,000 in a normal city, but in Los Angeles it probably goes for close to a million.

I parked the car, grabbed the carbalicious snack and walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell and pressed my ear close up to the door to make sure the doorbell worked. I’ve wasted many minutes waiting on a broken doorbell. Before I could pull my head away from the door, it opened, and standing behind it was…not a stoner bro. It was a beautiful girl. She looked a lot like [Ana de Armas](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2017/08/27/20/439E6A4000000578-0-image-a-55_1503861240395.jpg), except probably a few years younger. She wore a tank-top and those comfy looking yoga pants that aren’t actually yoga pants.

When the door opened, I stumbled trying to gain my balance from the ill-timed lean.

“Sorry,” I mumbled like an idiot. She laughed and smiled at me. Then I smiled at her, because like, how the fuck do you not smile while looking at something so beautiful. After a few seconds of silence, I reached my hand out to give her the bag of food.

“You know, your photo on the app doesn’t disappoint,” she said, grabbing the food.

“What?”

“It shows your photo, on the app, and most of the time the drivers don’t look anything like the photo. Or even worse, they do.”

“That’s funny you say that.”

“Why?” she asked.

“That photo is like a decade old. I took it with my first iPhone,” I joked.

“You’re kidding!”

“Yes,” I said with a laugh, “I’m just playing.”

“You’re funny too, hm. Total package.”

“Well, I’m broke, so there’s that.”

“No worries, my parents are loaded,” she replied.

“Are they home?” I asked, and then realized how creepy that sounded, “Wait, what, don’t answer that.”

She laughed again, “It’s fine. They’re on a trip. I’m housesitting. I’m in college close by, so it’s not a big deal. Better than the apartment I share with my friend and her boyfriend, who wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal, by the way,” she paused, “I’m rambling. You probably have more deliveries. I’m sorry.”

“I do have an ice cream order in the car, and it’s definitely melted by now.”

“Oh no,” she grimaced.

“It’s fine. It was worth it.”

“Well, uh, if you’re not like tired or anything after you’re done, do you think that maybe you’d want to come back by? Have a drink or something? I’ll save you a breadstick.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’ll really save you a breadstick,” she responded with a straight face.

“Okay,” I laughed. “I’ll drop off the melted ice cream and swing back,” I smiled, “I don’t know why I said swing. I never say swing,” I added before running down the sidewalk toward my car, “I’ll be back!” I yelled.

And then I delivered that melted ice cream with the biggest grin on my face. Thankfully it was a “drop-off at door” order, so I didn’t get yelled at for handing them cold chocolate soup with sprinkles. After dropping off the order, I went offline and drove right back to Selena’s house. I think that’s the first time I’ve mentioned her name. It’s Selena. Now you know.

I parked behind her car in the driveway, blocking the sidewalk because who gives a fuck. Once inside, Selena gave me a short tour of the house and then led me to the living room, where a single breadstick was waiting for me on the coffee table. Admittedly, I wasn’t really hungry for a breadstick, but I nibbled on it to be polite. Selena picked at her cinnamon rolls.

“So is this something you do often?” I asked her as we sat a few inches away from each other on the couch.

“What’s that?”

“Like did you invite the pizza man in last night? Sparkletts dude tomorrow?”

“No,” she laughed. “You’re the first. We’ll see how this goes.”

We talked for a few more minutes before Selena got us some drinks. The conversation was nice. The connection was like something you’d see in a romantic movie. I had a friend who always said everyone gets one night. One night of Hollywood movie love, and I think this was mine. We just connected in a way I’ve never felt before. It wasn’t until an hour in that we shared our first kiss, and I’m honestly not even sure who initiated it, but I remember everything after.

I pulled her in close to me on the couch so I could place my hands on her waist. She bit down on my bottom lip and then patched the wound with a soft swipe of her tongue. My hands slowly slid up her sides until they reached her face. I slid my hand around to the back of her head and pulled her hair back slightly, so that her face lifted up a bit. From there, my lips traveled down to her neck. I sucked on it and kissed every inch before working my way down to the top of her chest. I could see her nipples hardening under her tank top.

My hands dropped back to her waist and lifted her tank top over her head. I pulled back, but only to take in her beautiful body, “Fuck,” I said softly. She placed one hand on the back of my head and grabbed my hair, using her grip to pull me from one breast to the other. I was biting, sucking and licking. There was enough of my saliva covering her tits to make it look like she had just gotten out of the shower. At this point, it was sloppy and dripping of desperation.

“mmm, yes” she moaned. I grabbed her tits roughly, gave them each one more rough suck, and then pushed her down on the couch. She nearly yelped with pleasure. I flipped her over, so that she was face down, and started massaging her ass through her pants. They were basically see-through. Her ass was full and soft. I slid my hand between the back of her legs and rubbed her gently. She let out another soft moan and started grinding against my hand and the couch, which made her ass look even more incredible.

I couldn’t take this long, so I pulled down her pants roughly and started to plant soft kisses on her ass. My fingers touched her wet pussy for the first time, “Fuuuck,” she moaned, “Eat me, please,” she begged. I had never been with such a vocal woman before. I bit her ass and then pulled her up just a little to get a better angle of her pussy. I went right in. I smashed my fucking face against her pussy and dragged my tongue across her lips. My mouth was coated with her juices. She reached around, grabbing the back of my head and pushed me deeper, “Oh, fuck, fuck,” she yelled out.

After a minute or two of this rhythm, I went up to her clit and flicked it with my tongue. She nearly jumped off the couch. “Yes, please,” she moaned, out of breath. I continued to flick it repeatedly until I switched up slightly by wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking gently. “Yes, don’t stop,” she moaned as she pressed her ass against my face.

“I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, please, please,” she faded out to a whisper until she let out one loud moan and buried her face into the couch cushion, “Oh my fuck,” she moaned softly as I took pressure off her clit and cleaned up the juices dripping out of her sweet pussy with my tongue.

She took a few seconds to collect herself and then stood up from the couch, only to position herself on her knees in front of me. “I bet you have a nice cock,” she said with a smile. She rubbed the outline of my cock in my pants, “Can I suck it?” she pouted. I nodded and unzipped my pants. She pulled them down the rest of the way, along with my boxer briefs, and smiled in delight as my cock jumped free.

“Fuck, it’s so pretty!” she exclaimed.

“Pretty?” I laughed, as I could feel the breath from her open mouth hitting my cock.

“Yes, it’s a good thing. Like I genuinely want to suck on it,” she nearly moaned before inching her face forward. She stuck out her tongue and gave my cock a long lick. “Oh yes,” I moaned, leaning back into the couch. She dragged her tongue against the shaft a few more times before wrapping her full lips around the head. She sucked gently.

“Fuck that feels so good,” I whispered, looking down at her. She looked so fucking hot with my cock in her mouth. She popped the head out of her mouth, pouted her lips, and then dragged them down the length of my cock, dropping copious amounts of saliva along the way. I placed my hands on the back of her head and grabbed her hair to keep it out of her face. “Thank you,” she smiled up at me before taking my entire length inside her mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned. “You look so hot,” I added as she gagged a bit on my cock. When she came back up for air, there was even more of her saliva covering my cock. I’m a sucker for a messy/passionate blowjob and she appeared to be a professional. She brought her hand up to my cock and stroked it slowly as her mouth paid some attention to my balls. She sucked on them and licked them roughly before kissing her way back up my length.

At this point, she was basically making out with the base of my dick as she stroked the top of it. The sensation was absolutely incredible. I was getting pretty squirmy on the couch, so I think she knew I was getting close to cumming.

“Where do you want to cum?” she asked me, still stroking my cock. Instead of answering her, I simply directed her. I pulled up my shirt, grabbed my cock and started stroking it toward my stomach. “mmm” she moaned as she sucked on my balls. Not long after, I released a massive load all over my stomach. “Fuck” I moaned as my hand squeezed out the last few drops.

I then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to my stomach. She got the message. She eagerly lapped up the cum on my stomach, sliding her tongue all around, even getting the little bit that had landed inside my belly button. It was the hottest fucking thing, and because I was so horny, I pulled her in close and gave her a sloppy kiss. She hopped on my lap and we made out for what felt like 30 minutes.

By the time I made it home, I had to take care of myself in the shower again. We’re supposed to meet up again soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nlmox7/mf_three_months_of_delivering_food_for_extra