I sighed heavily as I drove down some 35-mph residential street in the middle of nowhere, contemplating the inconsistency of my own attitude towards my job. As a pizza delivery guy, I had (apparently) a great job for a previously unemployed 18-year-old. I wouldn't know; I had no basis for comparison, as this was indeed my first job. It wasn't particularly difficult; I just grabbed the pizza and drove it from point A to point B, and I helped around the store when I wasn't on the road. And yet, every day, I dreaded work. I really didn't want to show up, but once I arrived, I found myself perfectly okay with being there. And I'll admit, it felt pretty good going home at the end of the day with a decent amount of tip money. Little did I know, today I was going to get an extremely generous tip from a lovely new customer.

Putting my job satisfaction aside, I glanced over at the pizza in my passenger seat, and at the receipt sitting on top. "NEW CUSTOMER," it read in all caps on the bottom. I wondered to myself what kind of person this "Victoria Adalia" person was. Would she tip well? Would she be young and pretty, old and nice, middle aged and shitty? Who knows. You got to meet all different types delivering pizza. Whoever she was, she probably didn't care much for eating healthy, because she ordered a large bacon, ham and sausage pizza. Unless it was for her kids or husband or something. I wonder if she'd tip me well?

"Fuck!" I cursed to myself as the road beneath me turned to dirt. Not only was this lady's house as far away from the shop as our delivery radius would allow, it also had to be on a crappy dirt road. Which meant shit-tons of elephant ear sized potholes. Just perfect. I suppose it's probably moments like these that make me dread work. "She had better tip well for all this shit," I thought, as my car circumnavigated a scale model of the Charlevoix crater. All in all, this delivery was just about the most irritating one I'd had all week.

Finally, my GPS beeped at me to signify that her house was nearby. I glanced up and down the road, looking for a mailbox or a tree or something with her address on it. Luckily, it was clearly visible on her garage, even in the dwindling light of dusk. I pulled into her surprisingly nice house's driveway behind an expensive-looking Cadillac. I grabbed the pizza bag from the passenger's seat and got out of my car, walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. As I waited for someone to answer, I glanced around at the yard. Various ornaments and found art pieces littered the well-kept lawn and shrubbery. There was even one of those water-drinking bird things that made a "Nih! Nih! Nih!" sound every time it dipped its plastic beak into the pool of water at its feet.

I heard the door behind me open, and I turned around to see a gorgeous Latina woman, probably mid-thirties, with huge breasts and an amazing ass, wearing only a bathrobe. It took all of my self-control not to stare at her body and drool openly. She was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had a nice face, even with no makeup on, almond-shaped brown eyes, and long, wet, black hair. She must have just gotten out of the shower.

"Sorry I took so long, I only just got out of the shower," she apologized. Bingo. "How much was it again?"

I snapped out of my hormone-induced daze and fumbled with the receipt. "It's $12.44, ma'am." I said, reading off the total. I took the pizza out of the bag and handed it to her.

"Thanks!" She said with a smile that could melt stone, and took it. As she did, her soft hands brushed briefly against mine, and I savored the contact, however fleeting or accidental. She turned, and bent over to set the pizza on a low table in the entryway. As she did, her robe was pulled up just short of her fantastic butt. Her long, shapely legs flexed in all their considerable glory as she straightened up again, and turned back to me. "One second, please, I have to go get my money."

"Take you time, ma'am." I replied, thinking "The longer I get to be with you instead of that damn dirt road, the better." She sashayed over to her living room (which was in plain view of the front door), and began searching, presumably for her purse. She appeared to have spotted it on a shelf beneath the coffee table, and once again bent over to retrieve it, causing her robe to fall open slightly and expose even more of her beautiful breasts, still glistening with moisture from the shower. I wished I could get closer. If I hadn't know better, I'd have thought she was deliberately teasing me. She stepped delicately back to the front door, rummaging through her purse as she did so, causing her bronzed boobs to shake and jiggle slightly. I could feel myself getting hard, and prayed that I wouldn't tent myself right in front of a gorgeous customer.

"$12.44, was it?" She asked, looking back up at me.

"Yeah," I replied, although I honestly couldn't remember. She continued her frenetic digging, causing her tits to shake even more furiously. Her robe had fallen open to reveal the full expanse of her cleavage and, just barely, the top of her bellybutton. She made no move to correct this as she handed me a ten and a five. I pocketed the cash, inwardly sighing in resignation.

"Hmmm," she hummed, "56 cents isn't a very good tip, especially considering the state of the roads out there." I recanted my inner sigh, hoping for a better end to this encounter. "But I'm afraid I don't have any more cash on me right now." She said with a slight, adorable pout.

"It's fine, ma'am, there's really no need-" I started to say, but she cut me off.

"No, no, I can't let you go empty-handed, that would be simply terrible of me. How about I tip you in some other fashion?"

I swallowed. "Other fashion?" I asked, slightly concerned, slightly excited.

She grinned like a hyena, and grabbed me abruptly on my rapidly swelling crotch. I let out a surprised gasp, and she grinned even more. "It simply wouldn't do to leave a hardworking individual like yourself unrewarded."

Not wanting to just stand there like a piece of furniture, I replied "Any contribution is most appreciated, ma'am-ah!" I gasped again as she stuck her hand down my pants and began rubbing my now rock hard cock.

"Hmmm..." She moaned softly as she leaned forward, pressing her voluptuous breasts against my chest as she undid my belt and slid my pants and undershorts down in one swift motion, allowing my cock to spring to attention faster than a drill sergeant at a performance review. "Oh, my." She said playfully as she rubbed the head gently with her soft, plying fingers. "Someone's happy to see me." I would have replied, but I was too busy moaning in ecstasy as this magnificent woman smeared my pre-cum all over my throbbing member. She stuck the tip of her fingernail ever so slightly into my dick hole, and slipped her thumb around the ridge of my head. I groaned again. Victoria knew what she was doing.

Then, right there on her front porch, she dropped to her knees, untied her robe, and dropped it around her shoulders, exposing every inch of her perfect body to me. Her still moist skin shone in the evening light, and her breasts looked even more amazing in their full, naked glory. They were the size of pumpkins, and had large, round, perfect, brown nipples perfectly centered on each one. Her legs spread, and I could see her pussy leaking all over the wooden porch. She grabbed my dick like a greedy child grabs a lollipop, and slowly, while looking up at me, put it in her mouth.

"Aaaahhhh!" I groaned loudly as she started sucking. The inside of her mouth felt incredible, like warm, wet, hot, pulsating walls pressing down on my cock from all angles. I was surprised that I hadn't cum immediately, it was so good. She took the whole length in her mouth, the muscles in the back of her throat compressing my head, then she backed up until only the tip was still hidden by her full, gorgeous lips, and she began to swirl her tongue around the ridge of my head, paying special attention to the most sensitive skin on the underside of the ridge, and absolutely coating the swollen, pulsating member with her saliva. Her tongue snatched the pre-cum from the tip of my cock, which had a slightly different consistency from her spit, and smeared it everywhere she could reach. She grabbed my butt with her hands, her long nails digging into me, and pulled me into her, her boobs slapping my legs as she moved back and forth, violently milking my cock.

Realizing my hands were idle while she serviced me so generously, I ran them through her silky hair, combing it out with my fingers and playing gently with it. She groaned her approval, and began swirling, sucking, extracting, lathing layers of saliva onto me with renewed vigor. I felt myself getting close, as wave after wave of hot satisfaction spread outward from my dick throughout my body.

"I'm going to cum!" I gasped, as I felt the pleasure pass the point of no return. Her fingernails dug even deeper into my ass, and she looked up into my eyes with her big brown irises and applied vacuum-like suction to my cock, melting it, milking it, trying to ingest every glorious drop. It was too much for me. I grabbed her shoulders, holding her, stared down into her eyes, and arched my back involuntarily as I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

I groaned uncontrollably as tsunamis of white-hot pleasure crashed from my dick into my body, reverberating through my very bones! I spurted shot after shot, stream after stream of cum into Victoria's mouth, unloading everything I had! I had never felt so good in my whole life. I shuddered, I writhed, my skin crawled, and my every sensation sharpened! I could smell the sweet scent of her lavender shampoo, see every detail of her beautiful chocolate eyes, taste the coolness of the evening air in my mouth, hear the symphony of moans and groans we were composing, and feel the delicate, soft curve her shoulders in my hands, the pain of her fingers digging into my buttocks, the indescribable pleasure of myself inside her cherubic mouth! She licked my cock, sucked it, extricated every tiny drop of cum from me as I squirted like a fire hose into her mouth, giving her all I could. She took it all, and when I was finally spent, she pulled away, one single string of cum connecting her lips to the tip of my swollen cock.

She opened her mouth, showing me the white, sticky pile of semen in her perfect mouth. Then, she ever so slowly opened her mouth even further until our mixture slowly leaked out onto her breasts and stomach, where it ran down to her soaked pussy, and dripped off her swollen clit onto the patio. She sat there, chest thrust forward, cum and spit dripping like cream onto her latte-brown skin, her hands spreading the concoction around her nipples, rubbing it in, absorbing the product of our intimacy. She stroked her breasts, stomach, arms, legs, and face, rubbing it in like it was water from the fountain of youth. I watched, my cock rapidly hardening again, as she even stroked a little into her hair, making it shiny with sperm. She got up, slipped her robe back on, and spoke.

"Darn, well it looks like I'm going to have to shower again. Thanks for the pizza!" She said cheerily. "And pull your pants up, you look a little silly just standing there like that." She winked, and moved to go inside. I blushed and hurriedly hoisted my pants back up, buckling my belt. She turned back just as she was about to re-enter the house. "Oh, and I'll be sure to have another nice surprise for you the next time I have the urge for, ah...pizza." The way she said pizza left me in little doubt as to what might happen the next time I delivered to this house. She flashed me one of her dazzling smiles, and turned to go inside. Before the door shut behind her, I could see fluid positively streaming down the inside of her legs from under her robe. I turned to go back inside my car, making a mental note to snatch up deliveries to this house whenever possible from now on. Shouldn't be too hard, considering how inconvenient it was to get to. I grinned, got back inside my car, and started coming up with an alibi for my lateness.