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Katsumi: The Pizza Man’s Tale

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Hey y’all. My name’s Jose. And you gotta check this shit out.

So I got a part time gig delivering pizzas for Vincenzo’s in Canoga Park. Hey, it’s a job. It fits in with my school hours, and I need the money. I just started in the accounting program at Northridge, which is a state school but still costs a lot more than Pierce, the community college I transferred from.

So the thing about Vincenzo’s is, there’s no Vincenzo. Maybe there was once, but now it’s owned by the Hadari family, first and second generation immigrants from Iran or Iraq, I don’t remember which. I got the job through my man Rafi who was on my high school soccer team. Rafi’s a good guy. His uncle, Mr. Hadari, is the manager at Vincenzo’s, so I guess he’s the closest thing there is to an actual Vincenzo.

Anyway, Mr. Hadari agreed to let me start on a trial basis. As far as I could tell, everyone else that worked there (or at least all the delivery guys) were family. Sons, nephews, cousins, brothers, even Uncle Achmed from the Old Country, were part of the Hadari clan. But Rafi spoke up for me, and they were down a man, so Mr. H gave me a shot.

Now, one thing about me, which is a family trait, I work my ass off. Nothing ever came to me easy, I been getting paychecks since I was 11. I had a fulltime night shift job during my senior year in high school. I took a double load of credits at Pierce so I could get my AA early. So it wasn’t much of a shock when Mr. H decided after a week that he was gonna hire me on a permanent basis.

*

There were miles and miles of apartments and condos in all directions around Vincenzo’s, and that’s where we mostly delivered. A bunch of hotels and motels too, mostly down by the freeway where the neighborhoods got pretty dicey.

I was still pretty new, so I hadn’t really seen this yet, but the other drivers were always shooting the shit about getting flashed by girls. I guess it must happen sometimes, but most of it sounded like pure fantasy. I mean seriously, ladies, you gonna have a stranger deliver you a pizza, and you answer the door naked, and now he knows where you live? Come on.

But the hotels, that’s a different story. People would just be passing through, and I heard that hookers worked out of some of the hotels, so who knows. Achmed, who was like 60 years old, and a couple of other guys usually delivered down there.

Achmed was always talking about some black chick that seemed to be there a lot, and sometimes she would answer in a towel, or bra and panties or something sexy. The way they talked about her, she must have been hot as hell.

If she existed, that is. Achmed is as full of shit as they come, but some other guys swore it was true. And they said two guys got fired awhile back for fighting over an order that she called in. They said some dude was always there with her, but you never saw him. But once in a while he would be there with a different girl, and sometimes he had two girls with him. One of the drivers who had worked at Vincenzo’s for a long time said there used to be a different girl that he brought all the time, up until a couple years ago.

Anyway, I didn’t pay much attention to it, and Mr. H kept me super busy with a bunch of huge apartment complexes that were hard to figure out. Once you had one nailed, they liked to keep sending you again and again so there wouldn’t be a lot of wasted time and a lot of customers complaining about cold pizza because some new guy couldn’t figure it out. Achmed and a couple of his homies got most of the hotel orders.

Mr. H took a liking to me, because I worked harder than anybody else there.

“Kid,” he said one day, “I like how you work. You make your deliveries, you hustle back, you take extra runs. I wish I had ten of you. Instead, I’m stuck with all my brother’s kids and my cousin’s kids and my other cousin’s kids, and fucking Achmed for fuck sake. They’re a bunch of fucking jackoffs. But you, you don’t cock around.”

Cock around? Pure genius. Some guys have a way with words.

“Thanks, Mr. Hadari,” I said. “I really appreciate it. Thanks for the opportunity.”

“See, hatay escort look at that,” he said. “Respect. You think I get any respect from these other jackoffs? Fuck no.”

At this point, some other delivery guys were coming on shift. They were joking around and arguing about something.

“Hey Mr. Hadari,” one of them shouted. “It’s Thursday night. Who gets ‘The Special’ tonight?”

“Not you, you fucking jackoff,” said Mr. H. “If they order tonight, Jose gets the run.”

This was greeted by some pissing and moaning.

“That fucker ain’t even family,” whined Achmed.

“Fuck you, you fucking jackoffs,” said Mr. H. “Get your lazy asses moving tonight or Jose’s gonna be the one every night.” That shut them up.

Mr. H saw the question in my eyes, but just chuckled.

“Just a little prize for the guys that work hard,” he said. “You’ll see.”

*

Thursday nights are crazy, and that night was no exception. I kept my mouth shut and hustled. Out and back fast, extra runs, even manning the phone for a little while after Reza went home sick. Luckily, Mr. H got his daughter Shani to come in and cover phones, so I was back in the delivery rotation pretty quick.

Anyway, it was busy enough that I forgot all about whatever prize Mr. H was saving for me. Mostly.

So we were getting along toward closing time, and they had six orders ready for me to run with. It looked like a good run: a couple of big orders, which meant nice tips, and the addresses were bunched together, which meant I might be able to get back in time for one more run. I was just about out the door, when Shani called me back in.

“Hey handsome,” she said, “I got one more for you.” Shani always flirted with me, but the last thing I wanted was to get involved with the boss’s daughter. But hey, she was cute, so I enjoyed the eye candy. I gave her my best smile as she handed me the order, but I groaned as soon as I saw it.

“You gotta be kidding,” I complained. “A medium one-top? And it’s all the way over in Sherman Oaks? Come on, girl, can’t you give it to someone else?”

“Sorry, sweetie. Daddy said give it to you.” Then she gave me sexy smile and waved me away.

Achmed and Ali overheard, and they said something in their language and laughed at me.

“Have fun, lover boy,” said Ali, who was the biggest fucking jackoff of all the fucking jackoffs that worked there. “You gonna be thanking her when you get back.”

“Whatever,” I said, flipping him off as I left.

*

The run went fine. I made most of the traffic lights and was running ahead of schedule, and a couple of orders gave me pretty good tips. But I still had that stupid one in Sherman Oaks. So my attitude wasn’t the best when I pulled into the parking lot of the Acorn Inn. It was my first time delivering there, and it was pretty much a dump. I had been hoping this was Mr. H’s prize, like maybe I got assigned to a repeat customer who was known as a big tipper. But looking at the place, that didn’t seem likely.

The order was for some dude named DJ in room 221. Walking up to door, I could hear music that must have been pretty loud inside. Sounded like Nicki Minaj. I also smelled weed. Well, that could be good news or bad news. Stoners sometimes got obsessed and stood there for 15 minutes counting out exact change so you wasted time and got no tip. But sometimes they’d just hand you a couple of twenties and slam the door, leaving you with a $15 tip. You just never knew.

So I knocked on the door, and the music got turned down pretty fast.

“Who is it?” a female voice asked.

“Pizza delivery,” I replied.

“Just a minute,” said a man’s voice, and then I got ready for a bit of a wait. Hotel people usually leave you standing there for a long time while they look for their wallets, or finish wiping their ass, or try to figure out how to turn off the TV without fucking up the porn movie they were watching, or whatever the fuck. Cocking around, I guess.

I heard a couple of people laughing, and then a female voice moaning. The door opened just ığdır escort a crack, and a male voice said, “I dare you.” Then more laughter, and the door swung open.

Holy shit. It was a woman. A black woman. A hot black woman. In panties, and nothing else. Did I mention hot? Did I mention panties, tiny pink ones? She was pretty, and she had a rocking bod. She was kind of short, but she had a solid build and was muscular but still really sexy. Big tits, with hard, dark nipples. She stared at me with huge brown eyes, and the sexiest smile. Not sexy like slutty and over the top, like trying too hard to be sexy. More like shy and embarrassed. Like a little girl who got caught being naughty. She seemed nervous, but at the same time you could tell she was proud of her body and got some kicks out of showing it off. I could see her clear as day, because there was a bright light in the hallway behind me. Every detail was right there for me to enjoy, from like two feet away.

“Hi sweetie,” she said. Her body was all woman, but the voice was shy little girl. She giggled, and her tits jiggled. Fuck. This girl was sex on a stick.

“Uhhhh…that’ll be $17.75,” I said. Well, what the fuck was I supposed to say? What would you say?

“Okay baby,” she said, and her voice made my cock throb. I was hard as a rock.

She turned away from me, looking for the money, and her backside was just as nice as the front. Her cute pink panties turned out to be a thong. Her ass was muscular and freaking majestic. She had long braids, or dreadlocks I guess. Her skin was milk chocolate. This girl was a sex goddess. Somehow, I could tell that those muscles would allow her to just fuck the absolute living shit out of whoever she decided to fuck the absolute living shit out of.

She found a twenty on the table and turned back to me. I swear, her tits were in a different time zone from the rest of her. It seemed like they kept bouncing for a long time after she finished her turn. And those nips…so long, so thick, and so FUCKING hard…

I don’t know how long I just stared at her, or how much longer I might have kept staring at her. I was mesmerized by this sexy little freak. She seemed to enjoy giving me this private peep show almost as much as I enjoyed watching it, and she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to close the door. My entire focus was on her, and it would have taken something earth shattering to pull me away.

Well…something earth shattering was happening. I didn’t notice at first, on account of the naked beauty in front of me, but a loud moan gave it away. There were two people on the bed. Two people fucking.

The dude was on the bottom. He was a white guy, I could tell by his legs. I couldn’t see his head, because I was standing just outside the doorway, so he was cut off from view. To see more, I would have had step through the Pink Panties girl. Which was tempting.

What I could see, though, was the woman he was fucking. She was sitting straight up on him, cowgirl style. I was to the side and a little ways back of them, so I had a spectacular view of her back, legs and ass. From an angle, I could see some of her face, and her tits were big enough that I got a lot of sideboob.

“You lucky motherfucker,” I said, before I even realized my mouth was moving. It just slipped out. I heard Pink Panties laugh, and the dude too. The chick riding him was in a different world, though, and she wasn’t laughing.

This babe was even hotter than Pink Panties, who herself was on the short list of Hottest Chicks I’ve Ever Seen. The cowgirl was black, a couple shades darker than Pink Panties, and her skin almost seemed to glow. I could only imagine what it would feel like against my fingers.

She was tall, I could tell that. Long legs, long sexy back. Her hair went all the way down to her ass, and it was shiny and straight, not thick and curly like I was used to seeing on black women. That hair had a life of its own, flying around like crazy as she rode him. When the hair whipped to the side, I saw a tattoo on her back. It looked like Japanese or Chinese characters.

And ısparta escort she was riding that white dude HARD. She went up and down with long, fast strokes. Not that I was looking for it, but when she was at the top of the stroke, I could see that the dude had some serious equipment. He was pushing up hard to meet her, making a loud slap each time she dropped. I only had a partial view of her tits, but I could tell they were bouncing around like crazy, until he grabbed them in a firm grip. He slowed her down a little bit, and then he started talking to her.

“He can see you, baby,” he said. “He’s watching you.” She moaned and shivered. She was trying to fuck him harder, but he was slowing her down. Like he wanted her to enjoy it longer.

“Baby,” he said, “you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Say it louder, Katsumi,” he said, which I guess was her name. “You like it?”

“Yes!” she shouted.

“Tell me what you like baby,” he said. “Tell me you like him watching you.”

“Noooo…” she moaned.

“Tell me.”

“I…I like him watching me. Goddam you.” He just laughed.

“You want me to send him away?” he asked.

“No…don’t…please…”

She was getting really wild now. She was pushing hard against his grip, re-taking control of the speed and pushing the pace. She growled and shook her head like a wild animal. Her hair was going crazy, seeming like it was flying in every direction at once.

“Tell him baby,” he said.

“Noooo…please…” she said.

“Tell him!” he shouted. “Tell him you like him watching you fuck.”

“Oh fuck, oh Jesus,” she cried. “I like you watching me.

“You like him watching you WHAT?” he said.

“I like you…” she groaned.

“WHAT?” he shouted.

“WATCHING ME FUCK!!” she screamed

“Yeah baby. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yessss,” she hissed. “I’m a dirty slut. Your dirty slut.”

“Good girl,” he said, and pulled her down for a kiss. He let go of one of her tits, and spanked her hard on the ass. Then he spread her cheeks and caressed her asshole with his middle finger. I could see her shudder. He pushed it inside her, up to the first knuckle.

“OH FUCK!!” she screamed.

“Jesus,” somebody whispered behind me, and I realized that the audience had expanded.

“I want you to cum for us now,” he said. “Cum for us, kitty Kat.”

“Oh god…oh god…”

“Cum for us baby! NOW!!” He pushed his finger deeper into her ass, and spanked her hard with the other hand.

And then she exploded.

I’ve been with a few girls in my day, including some pretty wild ones. And I’ve seen plenty of porn. But I swear to god, I’ve never seen anything like this.

She screamed from somewhere way down inside, more animal than human. She slapped her palms on his chest, then dug in her fingernails and drew blood. She slammed her pussy down on him so hard I thought she was gonna break the bed.

“OH FUUUUUUUCK!!” she cried. The slapping of their bodies coming together became sloshes and then splashes. She was squirting like a fountain, and her juices were flying all over the place. The bitch was making it rain in that room.

“Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck goddam u are so deep baby!” she moaned. “Oh fuck oh shit oh FUCK I’M CUMMING!”

Her body convulsed. Her wild hair was soaked with sweat and cum. She rode that fucking amazing orgasm for what seemed liked forever. She came down slowly, and she shivered with mini orgasms even after she lay still in his arms.

Pink Panties was staring up at me. She seemed to be fascinated by my reaction. Then she noticed the three guys cramming in behind me.

“Show’s over, boys,” she said sharply, and they shuffled away in embarrassment. I started to move away too, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her. For one heavenly moment, I held her nearly naked body in my arms, and our lips met.

“Thanks for being a good sport,” she whispered in my ear, as she pushed away. “My turn next, I gotta go.” And with that, she stripped off her panties and stepped back. She was about to close the door, but then she hesitated.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” she asked.

“Jose,” I said.

“I’m Keela,” she said just before the door closed. “Maybe I’ll give you a call sometime, Jose from Vincenzo’s.”

And she did. But that’s another story.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Hey y’all. My name’s Jose. And you gotta check this shit out. So I got a part time gig delivering pizzas for Vincenzo’s in Canoga Park. Hey, it’s a job. It fits in with my school hours, and I need the money.…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Hey y’all. My name’s Jose. And you gotta check this shit out. So I got a part time gig delivering pizzas for Vincenzo’s in Canoga Park. Hey, it’s a job. It fits in with my school hours, and I need the money.…