Pizza Bitch Cum Machine

I had been out of work for a while when I finally caved and took a job delivering pizzas. It was humiliating, the hours were terrible and I hated myself daily, but it brought in enough money to make ends meet.

Really, I’m a musician. I’ve been playing guitar since I was 5. After years of attempting (*failing*) to become a famous rock star, I had relegated myself to joining a cover band. Playing “Summer Breeze” nightly did kill my soul a bit, but the band I was in had enough local success to enable us paid gigs, 5 nights a week. It was lucrative and I was able to make it my full-time job, until my fall fucked all that up.

The midwestern town I call home has brutal winters; just the bane of the population’s existence. The soul-crushingly low temperatures create horrific ice patches on the roads and sidewalks. Walking to get my mail one morning, I misjudged the stability of one of these swaths of ice and took a nasty spill, breaking my wrist on the concrete.

I was screwed. Unable to play guitar, lacking work experience and needing money, pizza boy I became. My wrist healed eventually, but by that point the band had replaced me. I couldn’t blame them (my recovery took months, after all), but it still sucked.

I was given a delivery one evening for a posh house in an affluent neighborhood. The address had an external gate, and I buzzed the small electronic box outside it when I arrived.

“Yes?” I heard a smoky voice ask. I could hear women giggling and loud jazz music in the background.

“Master’s Pizza here with your order,” I replied, emptily.

“Oh, right.. we *did* make that call, didn’t we. Al-“ the intercom cut off sharply. It buzzed loudly, and the gate creaked open on ancient, rusty hinges. It felt ominous. I didn’t care.

I swerved up the lengthy, s-shaped driveway lined with old elms and lavish 19th century lamp posts. I rolled my eyes as I came into a clearing and saw a circular drive with an enormous fountain in the center. It was packed with expensive, foreign cars. I somehow found a spot right in the front and got out with my delivery bag in tow.

As I approached the front door, an eerie sensation came over me. The porch light was off. *AlI* the lights in the house were off. I distinctly remember hearing music and multiple voices over the intercom. *Just get it done,* I thought. Indifferent again, I walked up to the door. I found it best to not overthink this job.

As I rang the doorbell, the front door slightly opened simultaneously. “Hello?” I said. This was weird.

“Come in,” I heard the scratchy female voice say.

“Could you open the door please, ma’am? I’m not legally allowed to open your door,” I said robotically, for the three hundredth time on my deliveries.

She laughed a quiet, tittering chuckle. “Oh dear, it’s okay, you can just do it. I won’t tell the pizza police. Don’t you worry.” More chuckles.

I rolled my eyes again and pushed the door open with a dull kick of my foot. It squeaked and stuttered, opening to reveal a petite woman in a wheelchair. She sat in a candlelit, high-ceilinged foyer, the flickering beams creating long, muddied shadows as they danced over her. Shrouded in what looked like a silk shawl, her face was completely hidden. It was kinda creepy and unexpected. I suddenly wanted this run over with quickly.

“I just need you to sign this receipt, ma’am,” I said, a little more agitated.

“I’ll sign it for you, sweetie. Come here, please. I have a hard time wheeling back through that doorway,” she said in a matronly way. “You can set those pizzas down on the table there.”

“Ma’am, I’d really rather you came out here. I’m sorry it’s inconvenient,” I replied, irritated.

“Son. I’m an old woman. Please..” she said.

“Ugh, whatever.” I stepped into the entryway. “Let’s get this over wi-“

I tripped, hit my head on something blunt and lost consciousness.

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I awoke some time later, naked, handcuffed to a wooden cross. My feet were tied to the base and I had a ball gag in my mouth. My head had been bandaged but it still pounded dully. The dark room forced my eyes to adjust. I squinted and could make out a series of rounded shapes at the other side of the large, open room and heard the distinct clicks of high-heeled shoes walking toward me.

The footsteps neared me and ceased. I saw a flash of light that quickly dimmed to show a hooded figure holding a match. They lit a small candle with it, extinguishing the match. The figure walked across the room, lighting various larger candles on tall, golden holders. I watched, scared. The dim light wasn’t much, but revealed a group of hooded figures on the far side of the room. A sea of heel clicks followed as the group approached me all at once. My eyes were wide with terror.

There were roughly ten figures in the group, fanned out into a line in front of me. They wore identical black, floor length hooded robes, all of their faces obstructed. The figure that lit the candles raised their hands up in a ceremonial gesture:

*“Videri debet ad verecundiam.”*

The group all moaned in unison. Female voices. They began to chant:

*”Nos sunt vasa pretiosa!”*

*”Nos sunt vasa pretiosa!”*

*”NOS SUNT VASA PRETIOSA!”*

The last chant held the final syllable and the sound built into a primal yell, culminating in all of them flinging off their robes with grandiose gestures. A group of women stood before me, nude save for their underwear. All of them wore large, black Masquerade masks. They spanned a wide age and height range, but all of them were lovely, shapely beauties. I was flummoxed. My cock stirred.

The group suddenly parted in two and the woman in the wheelchair whirred toward me, stopping just short of the cross. She looked me and up and down, and stood up. She began to remove her shroud, revealing a lovely, small woman of around 25. She had long, fiery red hair which hung over her shoulders in thick ribbons and small, perky tits on a waifish frame. She didn’t have a mask like the others, but a large, black swath was painted across her eyes, a brilliant, sparkling green. The whites boldly stuck out against her bandit-raccoon makeup.

She reached over to me and a scratched a soft line down my torso from my neck to my waist with her long, red nail. “You’ll do *fine*,” she said in that familiar smoky voice. I muttered “Who are you?” indistinguishable through the gag.

“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here, and that’s fair,” she said, pacing slowly in front of me. “You don’t get to know, though, my friend. It’s not relevant anyways. You are merely the conduit for our needs.” She walked up to me and cupped the side of my face in her hand. “Cute, though. This will be fun.”

She clapped her hands twice quickly and the two women on the outside of the line came up to where the petite woman stood. “The wax,” she said. They bowed to the waist and picked up two small candles from a nearby table.

“Dolores,” The small woman said, gesturing to the athletic, curvy black woman on my right. A wide, toothy smile spread across her face and she approached me.

The narrow white candle in her hand glowed against her dark brown skin. She raised it high over my chest and tipped it downwards with a smooth flourish of her wrist. A small bubble of liquid wax collected on the edge and dripped off, connecting with the skin just above my right nipple. I winced and tried to pull back, but I was firmly restrained. She approached me and licked my nipple just below where the quickly hardening wax connected with my body. My nipple mirrored it and began to stiffen.

The small red headed woman clapped once, and Dolores stepped back. The other woman, a tall, shapely blonde with enormous breasts that dangled like honeydews, came forward. “Anica, if you will,” Red, the de-facto leader said. Anica lifted her candle high, looking down at my cock and gauging the distance.

*Oh no. She wouldn’t* I thought.

She tipped her candle forward and I watched as the hot droplets fell on my lower stomach, just above my cock. I sighed, the temporary sting far more tolerable there than on my sensitive bits. Anica got on her knees and licked just below where the wax fell on my upper pelvis. She avoided my cock, but it quickly rose as her tongue sent my arousal into gear.

“No no, you don’t,” the redhead said, coming up to me. She approached me and crouched down to meet my cock at eye level. “*Not* yet.” She produced a ruler-sized leather riding whip and slapped my cock once, firmly. I tried to pull away to no avail. She smirked and leaned forward, licking the length of my cock once. The combined actions sent a shiver through me.

Red stood back up and clapped twice more. Dolores and Anica stepped back into line, and two more women stepped forward. Another tall, curvy blonde woman and a petite, chestnut-skinned Southeast Asian woman stood there, awaiting instruction.

Red smiled. “Feathers.” One loud clap. The two women also bowed to the waist and approached the long table, returning to face me holding identical, elongated feathers. Gigantic, they looked like they came from a peacock or some other opulent bird.

“Min, if you please,” Red said, her hand rolled toward me, presenting me. Min crouched down to be level with my cock and began to slowly trace a line up my inner leg with her feather, gliding in to caress around my groin. The soft sensation was titillating, but made me need to itch it very badly. I twitched under the gentle invasiveness of her light touch. She avoided my cock, which bounced slightly in the air as I fruitlessly shook and wiggled trying to appease the tickling sensations. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to acquaint myself with the discomfort.

Red spoke again, “Jessica, now.” Another clap reverberated through the room.

The other tall, vase-shaped blonde joined Min crouched before my cock, and began to feather my other leg. I was in an odd combo of agony and ecstasy: the soft surface stimulation a feast to my central nervous system. They worked in tandem circling my cock and tickling my inner thighs. It was maddening. My cock was cement-firm, dying for release.

Red clapped her hands three times in sharp, short bursts of sound. A cue they knew, Min and Jessica both went directly for my balls with the feathers. Focused, quick back and forth motions that drove me wild. I tried to push my cock toward the feather, toward their face, anything. The tip leaked pre-cum on a thin strand and it dangled there from the tip of my 9” dick.

Red saw this, and stormed toward us. Min and Jessica quickly stood up and straightened their backs, moving out of the way. Red replaced them, crouched before my aching member. She cocked her head and looked at the sinewy thin strand of cum hanging off of my tip, gravity quickly pulling it towards the ground. “No, *no* you don’t,” she said, laying down on the ground beneath its trajectory. She watched as it slowly careened down toward her. She opened her mouth.

“Don’t you move,” Min said to me menacingly.

I didn’t. The strand of cum dangled for a moment more, before snapping off and falling gracefully into Red’s waiting mouth, the remaining cum whipping back into my cock like a rubber band. An audible sigh came from the group of women in front of me. Red closed her eyes and tasted it, swallowing gently. “It’s perfect,” she said quietly. A murmur of pleased noises erupted from the group, but almost immediately ceased.

Red stood up. “Pineapple sweet,” she confirmed, nodding. “But not *yet*,” the last word accentuated by another slap from her short whip, directly under my balls. I seethed from the sharp pain, shuddering at the memory even now. My cock was red, angry and fully engorged. It twitched slightly in the silent room.

Red cut the silence with four, widely spaced out claps. Min and Jessica retreated to the line and four more women approached me. Another set of beauties, these women looked a bit older. All of them had the lived-in skin of people in their 40’s. Taut, tanned, loved skin stretched across each of them. They looked almost identical to one another. All were around 5’4” and had shoulder length brown hair, in various styles and shades. They all looked like they were avid runners or did yoga or *something*. There was enough subtlety to decipher one from the other, but all were in excellent shape and belied their age. They stared at me through identical black eye masks shaped like stylized cat’s eyes.

Red smiled and tilted her head down slightly as she did, giving her wide grin an evil undertone. “Clothespins,” she said almost in a whisper. My eyes bulged. I wanted to protest, but the ball gag was still firmly in place. Plus, I had had enough of the horse whip, my aching cock could not take it. I complied, as if I had a choice.

One of the brunette quadruplets walked to the table and returned to the group holding a wide bowl that made crinkling sounds as she walked. She held it in front of the other three women. “Heather, Tammy,” Red said, and two of the women snapped to life. They grabbed two clothespins apiece and approached me, smirks on their faces.

Tammy, the curvier one with the round ass, crouched to meet my pelvis. Heather, slightly thinner and with huge, D-cup breasts, stood before me. They looked at one another, nodded and both placed each of their pins on me at the same time. Heather clamped hers over both of my nipples and Tammy placed hers just on the edges of my inner legs. The surprising pinches sent my enhanced state into sensory overload. The pain was intense and would come in waves, throbbing and receding. So many points of contact at once did dilute the agony, making it almost sensual once I adjusted to it.

Two more claps, two more women. The next two were again curvy and large-chested. They had slightly more olive, Mediterranean skin and full bushes. Still, I could see one of them was soaking wet, her juices glistening on her pubic hair in the candlelight.

They too grabbed two clothespins apiece, and I shuddered anticipating more of those of my body. Tammy and Heather moved aside, and the two women crouched in their place, both licking their lips.

“Kelly, please,” Red said. Kelly, whose pussy was now dripping with wetness, approached my cock with her pins open. She looked like some sort of kinky crab. With light motions, she began to softly pinch the edges of my hard cock, taking care to not let them clamp down fully. The squeaking hinges of the clothespins were driving me mad, unsure of when they would connect. She did this repeatedly, each light pinch sending an icy chill through me. Still, my cock kept its strength, seemingly growing even bigger.

“Maria, you now,” Red added. Another set of clothespins were used to pinch the other side of my cock. Maria was not as gentle, and my cock throbbed with the sharpness. I winced, the jerking motions of my body making the other still attached pins wiggle and cause fresh stinging. This continued for a few, seemingly endless minutes. My cock was burning, both from the increasing need to cum and the incessant nibbles of the wooden clamps.

Four more claps echoed into the room. The two women stopped and stood up. They reached forward and removed the four clothespins from me. The relief almost made me immediately cum, the gnashing pain reducing to whisper. My nipples were huge and purple. The cool air delivered a relieving sting.

The clothespins were put back and the four women rejoined the others. Red paced in front of me, addressing the group. “The time has come, ladies. We will take into us the giving force. We all have our share. For Her.”

“For Her!” The group shouted in unison.

“We will now *LAC FILIO*!” Red yelled.

“*LAC FILIO*!” the women shouted.

Cheers erupted and the women drew in closer. Red approached me and drew close, making eye contact. “Are you ready, pizza boy?” she said, savoring her control over me. My cock was aching. I blinked and tried to make nice eyes to her, groveling for mercy. She softened a little, kissing my ball gag. “Aw,” she said with pity.

She licked my engorged nipple once and it made me shiver. Making eye contact, she dropped to her knees. She reached her small hands up and caressed my cock gently, alternating her hands first and then jerking me with both. A pearl of cum collected at my tip, and she cupped her hand to accept it. She licked it up and swallowed, closing her eyes and tasting it with feeling. She smiled and opened her mouth wide, taking in half of cock right away. The feeling was immaculate. Her warm mouth saturated my veiny, pulsing cock, and a pleasing wave of relief befell me. She slowly suckled me in small bursts, stopping, knowing how close I already was. She wanted to appreciate it, that was clear.

Holding my cock up to her lips, Red would spread my hole apart and tongue deeply into my urethra, extracting drips of cum and taking them in. She would squeeze my balls, run her hand up my cock’s length, and suck out her morsels. It was very hot. I wasn’t minding the buildup anymore.

Realizing she was perhaps savoring too much, Red snapped out of it and began sucking more purposefully, using her hand in front of her mouth to get me close within seconds. The cum boiling in my balls, I could feel it at the edge. Red pushed her mouth all the way down on my 9” and it sent me over. My taut, filled balls shot their prize as she was retracting me from her throat. She squealed joyfully as I unloaded a bucket into her mouth, ceaselessly bobbing up and down. Ropes of my cum fired into her mouth one after another. She never stopped swallowing. I looked down and saw her exaggerating gulping motions as she tried to get every drop down. My cock continued to unload gobs of thick goo onto her tongue, but she took it all in stride.

The women erupted in cheers. Red continued sucking me. She hadn’t removed my cock from her mouth for a second once I started spurting. Her sucks had taken on a firmer approach as she tried to get every last bit of it. My post-orgasm penis was quickly shrinking and becoming unpleasant to have in her mouth. I tried to pull away, but she resisted, stuffing her face into my pubes now that my cock was smaller. I winced at the feeling and tried to relax.

The cheering had begun to subside, and I could see Dolores standing behind Red, crouching down. Red seemed to take the cue, smiled up to me and said, “Ready for round 2, my little sausage?” Me eyes widened. She didn’t think..

Red stood up and kissed Dolores on lips, opening up to tongue her deeply. She reciprocated, making a satisfied sound as she tasted my cum. “Mm I’m gonna get me some of that,” she said, dropping to her knees.

My cock now entirely flaccid, Dolores looked up at me in a gesture that said *really?* and took the limp thing in her hand. She stroked it firmly a few times and I pulled back, the sensitivity sharp. She shook her head, stood up and walked over to the table. She returned with a large pair of shiny scissors. I shook my head in protest, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Calm down, slut,” Dolores said to me, rolling her eyes. She got back down on her knees and cut the ropes tying my feet together. The relief was exquisite. “Now, let’s see if mama can’t fix this broken pipe.”

She lifted my leg up, slid her head beneath my legs and immediately stuck her tongue into my asshole. The shock was short-lived, as her strong tongue dug deep into my ass, triggering an instant erection. The women oohed at Dolores’ mastery, watching as she stroked my freshly firm cock to hold its rigidity.

She swooped back up in a fast, fluid motion, engulfing my entire cock down to the balls. It felt incredible. She moved a long finger to my ass and jammed it in. I squeaked and I could hear Red laugh. Dolores was making excessive slurping and sucking noises as she devastated my cock with her mouth and fingered my ass. Long spools of drool hung from her mouth and my dick. I forgot all about the tingly feeling and focused on this fresh, intense pleasure.

I was already close. Dolores was a goddess at sucking dick and I was her pawn. She took me out of her mouth and stroked me firmly, my cock making sloppy, wet sounds as she did. She smiled her wide, Cheshire Cat grin and said “Gimme that jizz, baby.” She kept eye contact and started sucking me again ferociously. She was twirling her tongue on my head in a way I’d never felt before and I had to burst.

I moaned through my gag, now covered in strings of my saliva, and exploded another huge load into Dolores’ sopping mouth. She grunted in pleasure as I spewed dozens of shots past her lips. I dried up a bit quicker this time, but she didn’t stop. She too would suckle the tip, squeeze from the base of my cock up, and get every little droplet of my cream. She eventually stopped, began gargling it audibly and to uproarious cheers from the women, and swallowed audibly with an “Ahhhhhh!”

More applause and a line forming. *A line forming.*

Min was next. Dolores kissed her deeply with tongue as Min got on her knees before me. I could see long strands of my cum connecting their lips after they separated. Dolores stood up, and Min’s mouth was immediately upon my shrunken, exhausted member.

I remember not even feeling her mouth at first, my cock a useless slug. She tried licking and fingering my asshole, but it did nothing. She was getting frustrated and began jerking my cock more forcefully. It was hell. Her hands felt like sandpaper and I was sure I was getting chafed. I screamed through my gag and Min stopped, looking at me.

Red, who’d been watching with fiendish intent, approached us. She raised her whip to my eye, grabbed one of my balls and said “Now you’re *going* to give your seed to Min, yes?” She squeezed so hard I thought she would pop my testicle. Tears streamed down my face. I nodded quickly. Anything to stop this misery. “Good,” she smiled sweetly.

I closed my eyes tight. My cock stirred from its needed slumber begrudgingly. Min howled with delight, opening her mouth wide. She implanted her face on my cock and began sucking fast. There was a small window. She knew.

After a few moments I shot another load, this one much smaller. A few, short spurts were all Min could get. *You can’t get blood from a turnip,* I thought to myself in the haze. She sucked a while longer than the others, mining my sore balls for more cum.

This continued for hours. My cum would build back up and taper back off, some ladies getting more cum than I thought I had in me. I would pass out occasionally and wake up to another one sucking me. Or one sucking me again. It all got dreamy and unclear. At one point I just conked our for good. They could have drugged me. I wouldn’t have known.

When I came to, I was naked outside Master’s Pizza. It was almost dawn. I was bruised and red. My wrists were purple from pulling on the handcuffs. My jaw was sore and I could feel a long cut across my cheeks from the ball gag. My head bled slightly and throbbed. My cock was the worst of it. Purple, swollen, chapped. My balls looked like tiny raisins. My whole body welled up and I sobbed.

I quit that day. I never told anyone what happened or went to the police or anything. Can you imagine what they’d say? *Awww poor little boy had to get toooo many blowies!* I’d be a laughingstock.

So I’m telling you guys guess I needed to tell *someone*. It wasn’t fun, though. Would not recommend. There is such a thing as too much head, I guess. 16-year old me would’ve laughed his ass off at that.

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