A real bad lost bet

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A real bad lost betI worked many odd jobs to pay through college. On Fridays and Saturdays I stripped (I was the club’s resident big-tit, big-ass girl), and on Sunday nights, I had a less glamorous job delivering pizzas for a take out and delivery joint. I used to make bets with the guys in the pizzeria to make a few extra bucks. I was lucky with sports, but one day there was a major upset in a game and I lost a lot of money. One of the guys had recently found out I stripped, so he convinced the other guys and they told me they would forgive the lost bet if I was up to a dare. A couple of them had been pranked by customers answering the door nude, so they thought it would be fun if I stripped and then delivered a pizza in the nude. I was saving money to buy a car and for an apartment, so after some consideration I decided to bite the bullet and do the dare. Few people picked up late on Sunday, so I figured it would be just my coworkers. They agreed I could deliver to one of the regulars, as I was too freaked to go like that to a random house. Luckily there was this old guy who always ordered on Sunday night (and tipped well) and I was praying he would call that night. I tried to be calm as I delivered that evening. At around nine, I was already anxious that my regular had not called. Finally, the phone rang, and the guy who was answering put a big smile: it’s your regular! Pay up! As the pizzaiolo made the pizza, the other guys gathered. I took a nervous last look through the window at the deserted strip mall parking lot. I zipped off my hoodie. I was used to the sly looks they would give my chest all the time, as I don’t wear bras, but now they seemed transfixed. I pulled the polo shirt up, and as my boobs flopped out a couple jaws dropped. I took off my sneakers, took off my leggings, and finally my thong. They cheered. I did some dancing, twerking, ass clapping and boob teasing as the pizza baked in the oven. Finally, it came out. I was going to grab my clothes but one of them said no, you agreed to the whole thing. I protested that it should be enough, but they ganged up and did not relent. I took the pizza, and one of them passed me my drivers license and car güvenilir bahis keys. I opened the door, took a look around at the deserted parking lot, and ran to my car. The realization that you run half as fast barefoot dawned on me. Finally, I made it to the car. I sat as low as I could on the seat, turned the engine on and carefully drove the route I was familiar with. I came across several drivers, including one driving a truck who I suspect noticed something odd about me. I was nervous that a cop could stop me, and my heart raced when I saw one parked on one of the usual speed traps. Luckily he did not appear to see me. I arrived and parked on the driveway as close to the house as I could. The stupid driveway was gravel, so you can imagine how fun it was to tiptoe to the door. I rang the bell, and nervously turned around towards the street to see if anyone was around. There were lights on in a couple of houses, but luckily the street was deserted. I heard steps towards the door. I turned, and tried to put up my best possible face. The old guy opened the door, and his eyes went wide-open. I said “hi, here’s your pizza!” with the dumbest smile.-“Geez! what happened to you?! why are you naked?”-“Oh, I just lost a stupid bet with the guys at the pizzeria…please excuse me” and giggled a little as I quickly explained my poor choice of outcome for the day’s football game. The noise of a car in the street became noticeable. He looked out and asked if I wanted to wait inside for a minute. I saw a car approach, so I said sure, and stepped into the foyer. The warm carpet was a relief to my feet. He walked to the dinner table and left the pizza on it, and returned.-“How much is it?”-“It’s twelve seventy five”He pulled a fifty dollar bill from his wallet. I realized I had no change. -“Oh, my God, I am so sorry. I forgot to bring change…” I thought furiously: “you know what? It’s on the house”.-“No, no absolutely not. You just lost a bet and on top of that are going to pay my pizza? No way. Listen, keep the change. I would appreciate if you also sit and have a slice with me”. I gave it two seconds of thought. This guy always tipped well. At the same time, I was naked, perabet so he was getting a pretty good show for a slice.-“Ok, just a quick bite and then I leave”. I followed him back to the kitchen. I sat across him and he handed me a slice. He was really sweet and explained he and his late wife always liked to have pizza on Sundays. As we finished, he said “you actually resemble her a lot, you want to see?”-“Sure, why not”. I was dreading the drive back to the pizzeria but figured the later the hour the better. He took me to the living room, where a number of framed pictures of a woman were present. I had to agree with him, the voluptuous woman in the picture bore a striking resemblance to me. He then opened a photo album. I flipped through their vacation pictures. They had been to a lot of nice places. His wife and I did have an uncanny resemblance. He turned another page, and there was a large picture of her, nude, on a beach. He explained they had taken it on their honeymoon in Greece. His eyes watered and his voice quivered as he told the story, and said he always wondered if he would ever see her again, and today had been like a realization of that dream. I have a soft spot of romanticism, so the story did tug at my heart. I flipped the page to another picture of her naked at the beach, this time with a nude, slim, lean, extremely well-endowed man.-“Is this you..?”He nodded.-“…wow”-“Youth is amazing, isn’t it?”-“Yes, it’s huge…sorry, sorry, great” I said, flustered as I realized my mind slip. He smiled, but then said with the same evocative tone: “you know? the worst part is not being able to hug your other half again…I was wondering, and please don’t get offended, but, would you let me feel a hug from you? I will pay you a thousand, cash”. I stepped back a bit, not knowing what to say, and he immediately apologized. I explained that I was a very freewheeling girl, but I did not like the idea of prostituting myself. I looked at him and realized it had to be a very difficult thing for a guy to to suddenly be looking at a live, nude spitting image of his late wife, so I apologized for imposing on him over that stupid bet. I took a breath, perabet giriş realized the incredible twists in life, and said:-You know what? undress”He looked at me with disbelief. I opened his sweater and started to unbutton his shirt. His torso was not as muscular, of course, but had the same lean appearance as in the picture. I undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He wore long boxers, which I also pulled down. He was tan all over. He did not trim, like most men his age, so a large bush surrounded the flaccid penis, which was, like in the picture, uncircumcised, and very large. I hugged him, pressing my breasts onto his chest. He had large, callous hands that he ran from my back to my buttocks. My nipples became erect, and he soon was squishing my breasts with his hands as well. I looked at his penis, which had become somewhat tumescent, the glans partially emerging from the prepuce. I grabbed his ball sack, which, likely due to a combination of boxer wearing and large testicles, was fairly elongated, and with my other hand gently caressed his shaft. He let out a soft moan. I crouched down, and retracted the prepuce. I put the large glans in my mouth and began to suck on it. He smelled good and had a sweet-salty taste. The penis was still fairly flaccid, but after a few minutes I was able to get it fully erected. He commented he had not seen it like that in years. I knew this happens to well-endowed men as they age. He kicked his pants from around is ankles, took off his slip on shoes, and led me to the bedroom. I explained that missionary would probably be best to maintain his erection. I opened my legs, spread my lips open, and guided the penis in. I was surprised to find he maintained good stamina. I orgasmed, but he still was hard and had not climaxed. I changed position to on all fours, and he entered me from behind. He grabbed me from both breasts and thrust hard. His ball sack smacked loudly with each thrust. He grunted, eventually letting out a long moan as he ejaculated. I cannot describe the gratitude in the face of this man. He gave me a beautiful embroidered towel to wipe our juices from my vulva, which would be his keepsake. I kissed him, opened the door, ran to my car, and went back to the pizzeria, where they were actually worried about my delay.I continued to deliver his pizzas on Sunday for a few more months until he passed. He left me money for my apartment on his will.

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