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Ashley Blows the Pizza Guy

Young Ashley plays an exciting game with her college friends.

Ashley could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she hurriedly rushed toward the door. She took a deep breath, hoping that it would slow her heart rate just a little. Her palms were sweating, but not because of the heat of the warm spring evening.

In the five days she had been living in her friend's apartment, she had ordered pizza from the same restaurant on a number of occasions. Each time, Hector would appear at her door wearing his baseball cap and a blue shirt emblazoned with the restaurant's logo. He always gave her a warm and inviting smile, and his friendliness was contagious. English was not his first language, but he did his best to communicate with her. He appeared to be around her father's age, and yet he seemed neither ashamed nor self-conscious about working as a pizza delivery man.

She opened the main door of the building, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny satin shorts and a button-down top that revealed her pale-white midsection in the most seductive way possible. She wore neither bra nor panties, and the friction of her shorts on her bare skin, combined with the naughtiness of what she was about to do, drove her wild.

"Hi, Hector!" she said in her sweetest voice. "Come on in!"

She led him inside the building, down the hallway, and into her friend's apartment. Hector couldn't resist watching her tight little ass wriggle as she walked in front of him. Her dark, shoulder-length hair swayed from side to side, reminding him of his wife when she was much younger.

During his last visit, this little vixen explained that her friends had dared her to convince a stranger to take nude photos of her. She had asked Hector for his help, and he was more than happy to oblige. Hell, it was the most exciting experience he had in a long time - maybe ever. She had stripped down to nothing, right there in the front hallway of her apartment, and handed her cellphone to him. He snapped a couple of photos, she thanked him sweetly, and that was the end of it. He hadn't been able to think of anything else since then. His heart raced when his manager told him he would be making another delivery to that address.

They entered the apartment and he closed the door behind him. “How much?” she asked.

"It's $10.25," he responded quietly.

"Okay, I'll be right back," she chirped.

He watched her walk away, and then stood at the doorway fidgeting and adjusting himself nervously. He was a married man. He had no business leering at such a young girl in such a lustful manner. He pulled his blue uniform top as far as it would stretch below his belt in order to hide the expansion he felt in his pants.

She returned promptly and handed him some cash.

"Thank you so much," she said. She was practically shaking. "Keep the change."

He smiled, and swayed nervously from foot to foot. He would have paid her a tip just for the privilege of seeing her again.

"And...can I ask you a question?" she asked with some hesitance. "I know you remember the last time...would you, maybe, take a couple of pictures of me, again?"

Her pulse was racing as he smiled and nodded his head.

"Yeah, okay," he responded with a nervous chuckle.

"Do you mind if I undress right here?" she asked.

"What?" Hector stammered. She wasn't sure if he didn't hear her or if he simply didn't understand.

"Do you mind if I undress right here?" she repeated.

He muttered something, but she couldn't quite understand what he said. He began to carry the pizza into the next room, but she stopped him. She needed for him to be in the front hallway.

"Oh, no, you can leave it here," she said. "It's okay."

Without hesitation or modesty, she removed her top, revealing her perky breasts. Hector smiled and laughed uncomfortably. He fidgeted with the pizza box and attempted to maintain his professionalism.

"Uh...ha...very nice," he stammered.

Ashley giggled nervously and covered her breasts in a demure way that completely contradicted her actions. She quickly turned around and unceremoniously dropped her tiny shorts to the floor with one swift movement, revealing her perfectly-shaped ass and cleanly-shaved cunt.

Hector remained frozen at the end of the hallway, pizza box in hand, with a dopey smile plastered on his face. He apprehensively shifted his weight from one foot to the other as if he were contemplating bolting out the door.

"Thanks so much for helping me out again," Ashley said, taking the pizza box from his hands. "You can wait right here. I'll get the phone."

Hector adjusted his pants and recomposed himself. He checked his phone. No message from his wife. That was a good thing. In no time at all, Ashley was back in the room. Hector quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket.

She sauntered over to him, completely naked, and handed her phone to him. "Okay," she said, "so, I'll just stand over here, just like last time? And just take a picture of me? Okay? Remember how to do it? Just like last time."

Hector nodded, unable to speak. Ashley stood with her back to the wall. She pushed her breasts together and smiled sweetly at the camera. Hector dutifully snapped a photo. She stood next to him and they examined it together.

"I think that looks good," she stated.

Hector put his hand around her, but was afraid to touch her, so he left it hovering just above her flesh.

"Do you wanna take one more picture of me, real quick?" she offered.

Hector nodded, and she returned to the corner of the entryway.

This time, she stood facing the wall. She bent over at the waist and thrust her delicious-looking ass in his direction, peering over her shoulder seductively. Hector snapped another photo, and she returned to his side to review it.

"I can take pictures of you?" he asked, fumbling through his pocket for his cellphone.

"No, it's okay," Ashley said. "It's okay. I just need them for my friend." Then she offered, "but I can give you a hug?"

Hector smiled and nodded, and she embraced him warmly. He put his arms around her, but was careful where he placed his hands. Then she said something that completely surprised him.

"And you can touch my boobs, too, if you want."

He hesitated for a moment. He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't resist. He reached down and cupped his hands over her breasts. She stood patiently with her hands at her side and smiled.

"You live here?" he asked, politely returning his hands to her hips.

"No, this is a friend's place," she explained. "I'm actually going back out of state soon. So I'm just staying here for a couple days."

"I could take pictures of you every week," he said with a laugh.

"No, I'll be leaving soon," she said, "but you can touch my boobs again if you want."

She was so cheerful and carefree in the way she spoke, it was disarming. He couldn't help but smile. He returned his hands to her breasts and gently squeezed.

"You wanna touch my butt, too?" she asked in that same cheerful tone.

"Yeah, okay," he immediately responded. She turned around, and he gently ran his hands along her backside as she bent over and leaned against the wall.

"You can slap it a little," she offered.

Suddenly, he moved around to her side, still keeping a hand on her back.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Old enough," she said with a giggle.

"No, how old," he said.


Satisfied with her answer, his hand returned to her ass. He ran his palm down the crack of her ass, and back up around one of her well-rounded cheeks.

"You can slap it a little" she offered once again, but he seemed content to caress it instead. Perhaps he didn't understand what she was saying, she thought.

"It's nice," he said with a smile.

"Well, thank you!" she responded with another giggle.

He continued to caress her butt for a moment, and she stood and turned toward him, hesitant about her next move. He pulled her into his arms and gave her another hug, this time placing his hands on her butt and giving it a squeeze. She laughed once more.

"Now what?" he said.

"Well...I know you said no last time, to the picture?"

He had forgotten that part. During their last photo session, she wanted to take a picture of him as well, but he refused, as he feared it would cost him his job.

"But my friend," she continued, "she also made a bet with me that I would get a picture of my hand holding a man's penis." She explained this in such a casual way, he laughed nervously in response. He still held her pressed against him, with his fingers interlocked behind her back.

"Would you be okay with that?" she asked.

"What?" he said, leaning in closer to hear, and taking the opportunity to slide his hands over her backside once more.

"To hold your penis," she said.

"Whose?" he asked.

"Yours!" she said. Clearly, they were having a communication issue.

He began to respond, but she cut him off. "I know you said no last time, but would you be okay if I just hold your penis?"

"Hold my penis?" he repeated.

"Yeah! I could rub it, and get it hard for you, if you want."

He still didn't seem to understand, so she mimed a jerk-off motion with one of her hands. "I can hold your penis and rub it if you want," she explained once more. This time he seemed to get it. He smiled and nodded, and mumbled something indecipherable.

"Yeah? You'd be okay with that?" She reached down and rubbed her hand along the front of his pants, touching him through the fabric. She slid her hand up and down several times, while he put his arm around her and smiled.

"I can touch you?" he asked, and pointed to her vagina.

"You can touch," she answered, hesitantly. He crouched down in front of her and began to part her pussy lips, but she backed away. "No, just touch," she told him. He played with her twat for a moment, touching her gently with his fingers. He then looked up at her, and she giggled.

"You want me to keep rubbing it?" she asked. He stood and unzipped his fly.

"Is anyone home?" he asked, nervously.

"No, nobody is here," she responded.

He reached inside his zipper and pulled out his cock. It was a bit on the small side, but it stood straight and hard.

"Wow, you're big," she lied, and took his cock in her hand, giving it several strokes. "You can touch me if you want," she said, and he placed his hand around her back. She squeezed and stroked his cock, and he caressed her buttocks.

He suddenly reached down and held her hand still. "I may finish," he warned her.

"You want to?" she asked. "I can put it in my mouth," she offered.

"You can?" he asked, excitedly.

"You want to?" she asked. Hector moved in for a kiss, but she backed away. "Oh, no," she giggled. "No kissing."

He moved in for another kiss and she backed off again. Apparently, he misunderstood what she meant by putting it in her mouth.

"No kissing," she repeated with a giggle, and gently pushed him away.

"Sorry," he said.

"No, that's okay," she reassured him. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth a little bit?" she asked, pointing at his hard cock, which was still standing at attention.

He nodded, and she kneeled on the floor in front of him.

"You know, you can back up a little bit, so I can bend over, and then you can see my butt," she said, pointing to the mirror on the wall behind her. He backed up a couple of steps until his back was against the wall.

She grabbed his cock and put it right in her mouth. She bobbed rapidly along his shaft only a dozen or so times before he stopped her. She sat back on her heels, and he said something to her in broken English.

"You want to finish?" she asked, looking up at him. He nodded. "Okay," she said cheerfully, grabbing his cock once more and stroking it several times. "Just let me know when you're gonna go, okay?"

"In your mouth?" he asked, incredulously, pointing at her mouth.

"Mmm-hmm," she said, nodding. "Yep. Okay, you'll tell me?"

He nodded, but it wasn't clear whether he understood what she was saying.

She took his cock into her mouth once more, and within seconds, she felt a warm flood of salty fluid fill her mouth. Evidently, he didn't understand her request. Not wanting to spit it all over the floor, she swallowed it. It was soon replaced with another mouthful, which she dutifully swallowed as well.

After sliding her lips along his shaft a few more times, Ashley sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. It was such a big load, she thought, the poor guy probably hadn't had sex in a month!

"Thank you," she said, sweetly, rising to her feet.

He lingered for a moment as he zipped his fly and readjusted his uniform. He asked once again if she would be staying for a while. Clearly, he was hoping for another round. She gently explained that she would be leaving soon.

"Anything you need," he said, "I give it to you." It was sweet, she thought, but he had just given her everything she needed.

As soon as the door closed, Ashley hurried to the bookshelf to retrieve her video camera. She needed to make a phone call, but there was a more urgent need taking priority at that moment. After pressing the red button on the camera to stop recording, she rushed into her bedroom, flung open her dresser drawer, and extracted the little pink vibrator.

She lay on the bed, set the vibrator to its highest speed setting, and applied it directly to her clit. Within seconds, her muscles tensed, and a warm and tingling sensation washed over her entire body. She pressed the vibrator harder against her clit and moaned loudly as she convulsed on top of the mattress. She held it there until she couldn't take it anymore. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive, the lightest breeze was too intense to tolerate.

She returned to the living room, grabbed a slice of pizza, and hungrily devoured it as she collected her clothing and phone. She stepped back into her skimpy shorts and thumbed through her phone, looking for the number.

"Chelsea?" she said in her cheerful voice. "It's Ashley! How are you?"

"Hey, girlfriend!" the voice at the other end intoned. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," Ashley said, chewing another bite of her pizza. "I just wanted to check in and add a few points to my total."

"No way!" Chelsea said. "Okay, hold on. Let me get my log book!"

Ashley took the opportunity to take another bite of pizza while she waited. The pepperoni did an excellent job of masking the taste of that old man's cum in her mouth. Oddly, she felt a little sad about that. Not that the pizza man turned her on or anything, but it was just so exciting to do that to him. She didn't think it would be so exciting.

"Okay," Chelsea chirped once she returned to the phone, "what do you got for me?"

"Well," Ashley said with a dirty grin, savoring the moment, "I had a couple more naked pictures taken of me by a stranger..."

"You naughty girl!" Chelsea chided. "So, let me see...that's twenty-five points. Who was it this time?"

"The same guy," Ashley stated.

"The pizza guy?"


"What is it with you and this pizza guy?"

"I don't know," Ashley said. "He just seems nice, and I can tell that it's, like, the highlight of his life or something. It's fun to be able to give him that thrill."

"Yeah, but wait. You can't get double points for the same stranger."

"Are you shitting me? Says who?"

"Says me! Remember, I'm the Rules Czar! Whatever I say goes, bitch!" Chelsea said in mock indignation, causing Ashley to burst into laughter.

"Okay, fine," Ashley said. "I also let him touch my boobs. And my butt!"

"You slut!" Chelsea squeaked, causing them both to giggle. "Okay, that's fifty points for each. Not bad."

"But that's not it," Ashley said.

"You're joking!"


"Okay, let's hear it."

"Well...I also got him to take his dick out, and I gave it a few strokes."

"Shut up! You did not!"

"Mm-hmm! And that's not all..."

"You filthy slut!"

"I also let him put it in my mouth...and he finished."

"In your mouth??"

"Mm-hmm." Ashley was loving this. For years, she had endured her friends' teasing for being the "prude" of their group.

"I don't believe it," Chelsea stated, flatly. "Do you have any proof?"

" proof," Ashley said, proudly.

"Shut up!"


Counting the hundred point bonus for swallowing, Ashley racked up a cool five hundred points in a matter of minutes. It was almost too easy. Incredibly, she learned from Chelsea that she still trailed in the contest, but it was close. Unfortunately, there were less than forty-eight hours remaining, and Ashley would be spending the entire next day traveling. It seemed nearly impossible that she would be able to rack up enough points in such a short period of time.

The following morning, Ashley awoke early, loaded her car with her suitcases, and headed toward the airport. It was a bright and gorgeous day, and she had left plenty of time to enjoy the scenery one last time before returning home. She would miss the palm trees more than anything else, she thought.

With her stomach growling, she decided to make a detour into a rest stop for some breakfast. She ordered a fruit platter and some granola cereal after finding a quiet table in the corner. She couldn't stop thinking about how exciting it was to give a blowjob to the pizza guy. Never in a million years would anyone have thought she would ever do such a thing. She grew up in a small Midwestern town, and was the product of a strict upbringing. She was a virgin when she graduated high school, but that changed during her freshman year in college. That was when she met Chelsea and the other girls.

They were so unlike the girls she was used to hanging out with back home. They swore like sailors, and had no hang-ups about displaying their bodies. They discussed sex so casually, as if it were no big deal. They constantly bragged about hooking up with random boys and giving blowjobs as often as they liked. "Blowjobs are the new handshake," Chelsea had once told her.

She recalled how dirty it seemed when she gave her first blowjob to a boy in his dorm room. She became instantly addicted. She loved the way it felt in her mouth, and she was amazed that she could give a boy so much pleasure with so little effort. It wasn't as big a deal as she had been led to believe. It wasn't any different than kissing, really. It was just kissing a different body part.

As her mind wandered, she peered out the window to the parking lot and saw a long row of eighteen-wheelers. Inspiration came to her in a flash, and she quickly finished her meal. There may be a way to score some more easy points without much effort at all, she thought.

She stepped outside wearing her favorite pair of denim cutoff shorts that were strategically frayed at the bottom. Her tight T-shirt made her breasts look bigger than they were. As usual, she wore no bra, as she didn't need one. She smiled warmly at the pair of truck drivers she spotted chatting alongside their trucks.

"Excuse me?" she said sweetly as she approached them. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I have a question."

"Anything for you, darlin'," one of the truckers said. They both appeared to be in their mid-forties, with the typical bodies of men of their age and profession. She couldn't help but notice the way they both looked her up and down, from head to toe, as she approached.

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing," she began, putting her hands over her face for dramatic effect and nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs. "My friends and I? We have this sort of bet. It's like a scavenger hunt, sort of? Anyway...I need a photo of me flashing my boobs to a trucker. Would you two help me with that?"

She giggled as their mouths involuntarily opened. The cigarette dangling from the lips of the trucker on the right nearly fell out of his mouth, but he caught it just in time.

"Hell yeah!" the one on the right said. He quickly scanned the area around them. "Come on back here, between our two trucks, where no one can see."

Ashley hesitated for a moment, second-guessing whether she was putting herself in harm's way, but they both seemed harmless and friendly, and she felt safe with them. She followed the two of them to a spot between the two trucks, which shielded them from view.

"I'm Bob, by the way," the trucker on the right announced, extending his hand. "And that's Darryl."

She politely shook both of their hands. They both felt hard and calloused, but they shook her hand so gently, she thought it was sweet. They stood awkwardly and awaited her next move.

"Okay," she said with a giggle, "Darryl, can you take my phone? You just press the button right here." As she showed him the button, he placed his hand gently around her shoulder. "I'll stand over here, next to Bob. Let me know when you're ready."

Bob stood by his truck with a big grin on his face while Darryl positioned himself to take the shot. "Ready when you are," he said.

Ashley paused for a moment, smiled, and lifted her shirt from the bottom, exposing her breasts. Bob's face lit up with a huge smile, and Darryl happily snapped the photo.

"Okay, let me see," Ashley said, moving beside Darryl once more to review the photo. Once again, he put his arm around her, holding her a little more closely this time.

"Awesome!" she chirped. "Thank you both sooooo much!"

"Thank us? Thank you!" Bob said. "That's the biggest thrill I've had since...hell, maybe ever!"

"Oh, you two must get flashed all the time out on the road," Ashley responded.

"You'd be surprised how often that happens," Darryl said, keeping his hand around her shoulder and rubbing it a little. "But it's usually just a quick flash as we drive by, you know? Not like this."

"And they're not always as pretty as you," Bob added.

"Aww, you guys are so sweet!" Ashley gushed. She checked her cellphone. "You wanna see them again? I'll let you look a little longer this time."

"Hell yeah!" Bob shouted, and then immediately shushed himself.

This time, Ashley removed her shirt completely. She stood before them, bare-chested, and they both stared at her tits, mesmerized.

"You can touch them if you want," she offered. Darryl's hands moved right to her chest, while Bob cautiously looked around to ensure they weren't being watched. He crept over and joined Darryl, squeezing one breast while Darryl squeezed the other.

Darryl bent forward to take one of her tits into his mouth.

"No, it's okay," Ashley said, jerking backward from them. "Just touch, okay?"

"Sorry," Darryl said.

"It's okay," she said, cheerfully. "You wanna see my pussy, too?"

Both men stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Then they began looking all around them, as if looking for video surveillance.

"You're not a cop, are you?" Bob asked.

"No, silly," she giggled.

"And you're how old?" Darryl asked.

"Twenty-one," she stated.

They both took a couple steps backward. "Okay," Bob said. "I'm gonna keep an eye out," he told Darryl, "and make sure no one comes walking up here."

"Good idea," Darryl said, licking his lips. He looked at Ashley and nodded.

Without hesitation, she wriggled out of her tiny cutoff shorts. Completely naked outdoors, during the daytime, she thought. That's another twenty-five points!

When Darryl saw that she wasn't wearing any panties, his hands instinctively went to his mouth, and he gasped.

"My oh my," he said, shaking his head. "You are one gorgeous little lady."

"Aww, thank you!" she gushed.

Bob's head was on a swivel, alternatively checking the parking lot and leering at Ashley's luscious backside.

"Would you mind taking another picture?" she asked Daryl, holding the cellphone out to him. He snatched it from her hand, and she posed seductively next to Bob's truck. He took several photos, and then returned the phone to her.

That's one hundred and fifty points, Ashley thought to herself, tallying the numbers in her head.

"Thank you so much!" she squealed. "You guys are so nice!"

"Is there anything else we can do for ya?" Darryl asked with a smile.

"Well..." Ashley said, putting her finger aside her mouth. "If I get a photo of my hand holding your penis, I get an extra fifty points."

Before she had completed the sentence, Darryl began unzipping his fly. He struggled to pull his dick out, given its rigid state. Ashley was surprised that it was bigger than she imagined it would be.

"Wow," she said, reaching out to hold it in her hand. "You have a really big penis." Darryl smiled with pride, and gave Bob a thumbs-up sign. Bob's eyes widened when he saw what was happening, and he mouthed the words, "What the fuck?"

Ashley handed Darryl the phone once more, and he took a photo.

"You know," she said, stroking his cock, "if you flip that little button on the side, it'll record video. Can you do that for me?" She asked in such a sweet voice, how could he say no?

"You keep doing that," Darryl said, watching the action through the cellphone, "you'll get a nice reward."

"Oh," she said, stopping suddenly, "are you going to finish already?"

"It's been a long time," he said, seeming embarrassed. "We're on the road for weeks at a time."

"It's okay," she said. "You want me to put it in my mouth?"

He blinked a few times, and stammered, "Wh-what's that?"

"You want me to put it in my mouth, so you can finish?" she said with a sweet smile.

Darryl nodded. "Uh...okay, yeah, sure."

Ashley kneeled on the pavement before him, using her shorts as a cushion. She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth, holding on to each of his thighs for support. She looked up at him as she bobbed up and down his shaft, ensuring that he was recording.

She was just about to ask him to let her know when he was about to cum when he emitted a groan, and she felt a powerful spurt splash against the back of her throat. She nearly choked on it, but managed to continue sucking and slurping as several more spurts went straight down her throat. When his dick finally stopped throbbing, she removed him from her mouth and sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Thank you!" she said.

Darryl simply looked at her in shock, as if he suddenly doubted his state of mind. "Th-thank you, young lady," was all he could manage to say.

"Ho-ly shit," Bob said. He was still standing in his lookout spot, and one of his hands was secured to his crotch.

"I can take care of you, too," Ashley offered sweetly, looking down at the bulge in Bob's pants, "if you want."

Bob hurried over to where they were, and snatched the cellphone out of Darryl's hand. "You go look out," he told him. "This ain't gonna take long."

He produced his cock from his pants and held it out for Ashley. It was considerably smaller than Darryl's, but fatter than any dick she had ever seen before. She placed it directly into her mouth, and within seconds, she felt his dick swell, followed by a warm deluge of semen.


Her pussy was throbbing with such intensity that it only took a slight touch to provoke a powerful orgasm once she had returned to her car. She looked around, wondering if anyone had seen her, and then reached into her pocket for her cellphone.

"450 more points!" she texted to Chelsea.

She backed the car out of the parking spot and headed back to the highway. Once she reached the rental agency, she checked her phone and smiled as she read Chelsea's response:

You slut! Can't wait to hear all about it!

"Am I in the lead now?" Ashley typed. She waited for the attendant to give her the paperwork for the car.

Still behind, the response read, but you're really close!

"Dammit!" Ashley said out loud. "What on earth do I need to do to win this thing?"

She entered the airport, checked in at the counter, dropped off her bags, and stood in the long line at the security area. As she waited for her plane to begin boarding, she couldn't help but smile as she thought of all the dirty deeds she had accomplished over the past few days. It had taken her days to work up the courage to get naked in front of the pizza man, but she did it. She couldn't believe how thrilling it was, and she immediately became addicted to exhibitionism.

When Chelsea called on her first day of Spring Break and told her about this game, her first thought was that she wouldn't participate. But the more she thought about it, the more exciting it seemed. She had never done anything like that before. While hardly a prude, the other girls certainly made her feel that way. When she made the decision to play the game, she was so proud of herself for stepping outside her comfort zone.

Ashley made her way down the aisle, boarding pass in hand, and found her seat in an empty row. She was happy to have booked an aisle seat, and even happier to see that the seat next to hers was still empty as the last remaining passengers boarded.

She clicked her seatbelt and checked her cellphone one last time. Just as it seemed that the door to the aircraft would close, a last-minute straggler rushed through the door and hurried down the aisle.

"Shit," Ashley muttered under her breath. She knew exactly where he was heading. Sure enough, he stopped right next to her and gave her a sheepish smile. The plane was only half-filled, and the entire row behind them was empty, and yet she was destined to rub elbows on this flight. She unfastened her seatbelt and moved aside, allowing him to brush past her. He plopped down into the window seat and spent several minutes stowing his belongings.

"Didn't think I'd make it," he said, breathing heavily. He wore a wrinkled business suit and looked as though he had just sprinted through the airport on the way to the plane. He removed his jacket, folded it carefully, and then shoved in under the seat in front of him.

Ashley flashed him a polite smile.

"You heading home?" he asked.

"Back to school," she replied.

"Oh, college student?"

"Mm-hmm. University of Minnesota."

"Ah, a Gopher!" Ashley giggled and nodded. "Were you in Tampa for Spring Break?"

"Yeah," she said. "I was staying at a friend's place on the beach."

"Oh, nice!"

"Yeah, it was really nice, but a little boring. I was supposed to go with my roommate, but she backed out at the last minute. Thankfully, my friend, Chelsea, came up with a game that made the trip a little more interesting."

"A game?"

"Yeah, it's kind of like a combination of Truth-or-Dare and a scavenger hunt. You get points for stuff, and the person that collects the most points wins."

"What do you win?"

"Well, there are six of us, and we each put in fifty bucks, so the grand prize is $250."

"I bet that'll come in handy," he said.

The plane sped down the runway, and Ashley braced herself, gripping the armrest.

"I really hate takeoffs and landings," she said with her eyes closed. Once the plane began to level, she relaxed and breathed deeply.

"I'm Russell, by the way," her new friend said, offering his hand.

"Ashley," she said with a sweet smile.

"So, Ashley, what kind of stuff did you collect for this scavenger hunt?"

"Well, it's not really stuff that you collect, but stuff that you do."

"Interesting," he responded. "So what kind of stuff did you do?"

"Ohhh..." she said with a naughty grin, "just some fun stuff."


"You wanna see?" she offered. He nodded enthusiastically, and she took out her cellphone and scrolled through her photos. She held up one of the photos Hector had taken, showing her standing naked against the wall and holding her breasts. She held out her phone, and Russell's jaw dropped.

"Wow," was all he could manage to utter. Ashley giggled.

"That one was worth twenty-five points," she said, proudly.

"You have a really nice body," he said, continuing to stare at the photo.

"Well, thank you," she responded. "You wanna see another?"

"Of course!" he said.

She swiped the screen, and the next photo showed her peering over her shoulder with her back to the camera and her gorgeous, firm young ass proudly displayed. Russell responded with another "wow." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and continued to stare at the photo, completely transfixed.

Ashley held the phone for him a while longer, and her gaze reflexively lowered to his lap. The poor guy had built a tent, which prompted her to smile. She enjoyed having this effect on strange men.

"You know," she said, lowering the phone, but keeping her eyes on his package, "you can help me with this game."

"I can?" he asked, wide-eyed.

"Mm-hmm," she said. She looked up and down the aisle. Flight attendants were busy handing out drinks. "Hand me your jacket."

He hesitated for a brief moment, and then handed her his blazer. She unfolded it, and then placed it over his lap. She looked at him and giggled, and then slid her hand beneath the coat and placed it over his rapidly-growing member, squeezing and stroking it lightly over the fabric of his pants.

He nervously scanned the plane, and looked at Ashley with an expression of disbelief. An attendant approached, and Ashley quickly removed her hand.

"Can I get you anything?" the attendant asked. Both Ashley and Russell shook their heads. Russell looked frightened and pale.

The attendant continued down the aisle, and Ashley whispered to Russell: "Take it out."

Once again, he nervously surveyed the surroundings, swallowed hard, and unzipped his fly. He looked at Ashley, and she suppressed a laugh and slid her hand back under the jacket. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked it while looking straight ahead to the front of the plane.

She paused for a moment and took out her phone once more.

"I need a picture," she explained. "For proof."

Russell nodded, and after another furtive glance around the cabin, he briefly removed the jacket long enough for her to snap a picture.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. "A hand job on a plane has to be worth extra points. I'm not sure if I'll need them, but better safe than sorry!"

"C-Can you?" he stammered awkwardly, motioning toward his lap.

"Oh, you want me to do it some more?" she asked. He nodded in response, and she smiled and put her hand back under his jacket. She stroked his dick at a more urgent pace, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

Ashley continued to glance toward the front and back of the plane as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. She couldn't believe she was doing this. It was so wrong, and yet so undeniably thrilling. She could feel a wet spot forming on her shorts, and she couldn't resist touching herself with her free hand.

"I—I'm getting close," Russell suddenly whispered.

Ashley slowed her pace. "You're going to ruin your jacket," she warned him.

"I don't care," he said. It was adorable, she thought.

She unbuckled her seatbelt. "Keep a lookout," she ordered. She removed his jacket and lowered her head to his lap. He gasped when her warm mouth enveloped his penis, and he looked, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, up and down the aisle, silently praying that no one would interrupt this amazing moment.

Ashley bobbed her head up and down on his lap, taking him deep into her throat and back up again, over and over, as quickly as she could. She felt his cock expand in her mouth, and she braced herself for the warm flood of semen that soon filled her mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all, and kept her mouth on his cock until it stopped throbbing.

"Thank you," she said, sweetly, wiping her mouth.

"Oh my god," he said, quickly adjusting himself and zipping his fly. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. Thank you!"


Ashley's roommate, Stacey, met her at the airport. After greeting each other with squeals of delight, Stacey drove the two of them straight to the restaurant where they were to meet the rest of the girls. By the time they arrived, the other girls had already been seated and were halfway finished with their first round of drinks.

Glass-shattering squeals filled the dining room as Ashley and Stacey were greeted. A rather awkward-looking young waiter appeared and took the drink orders from the new arrivals. The ladies sat around a circular table and chattered over each other at competing volumes.

"Okay, everybody quiet down," Chelsea suddenly announced. "It's time to settle some bets. Ashley, why don't you show us what you've got?"

The table became eerily quiet as the girls all leaned forward to see what Ashley had to display. They exchanged disbelieving glances while Ashley fished the phone from her pocket and scrolled through her photos.

"Okay," Ashley said, smiling proudly. "First, I have a couple of photos to show you."

She held out her phone to Stacey, who held her hands over her mouth as she looked at the photo, wide-eyed. Each girl seated around the table shared the same expression in turn.

"Who took that photo, Ashley?" Chelsea asked with a grin.

"The pizza guy," Ashley responded, which elicited more gasps.

"And what else did you do with the pizza guy?" Chelsea asked, barely containing herself.

"Well..." Ashley said with a grin. She swiped the phone a couple more times, and then pressed the play button on the video. The girls all leapt from their chairs and gathered around her. As the video played, the girls shrieked when they saw Ashley get naked in front of the pizza guy.

They shrieked again when she gave him a naked hug, again when he fondled her tits and ass, and again when she convinced him to take out his dick so that she could stroke it. When she dropped to her knees in front of him and put his dick in her mouth, all five of the other girls at the table gasped and squealed so loudly that the people seated at the other tables turned around to face them.

"Pay up, bitches!" Chelsea shouted, wearing a broad smile from ear to ear.

The other four girls groaned loudly, and one by one, tossed a hundred dollars on the table.

"What is this?" Ashley asked.

"This," Chelsea proudly announced, "is my finest moment! You see, I bet all of these skanks a hundred dollars each that I'd get you to suck a stranger's dick during Spring Break. None of them - I mean none of them - thought you would do it. But I knew there was a dirty slut inside you, just begging to be let loose!"

Ashley's expression fell, and her eyes glistened. "You mean this was all a trick?"

"Not a trick," Chelsea corrected her. "A bet. And I won."

A tear trickled down Ashley's cheek, and she quickly brushed it away.

"Oh, don't be like that," Chelsea said. "Don't worry, you'll get your money. You were promised fifty bucks each." She shuffled through all the bills in her hand. "Here you go. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Fair and square. You earned it, girlfriend!"

"But...why did you make me do all those other guys?" Ashley sniffled.

"Oh my god!" Bethany shrieked. "There were more guys?!"

Chelsea giggled. "Honestly, at that point, I was just curious how far you were willing to go. You're even sluttier than I imagined!"

Daggers shot from Ashley's eyes.

"Oh, lighten up," Chelsea said. "It was all for fun. Don't tell me you didn't have fun! You gave those guys an experience they'll never forget. They'll tell all their friends, but no one will believe them. How cool is that? You spread some happiness and reaped a nice little reward for it. Everyone's a winner! Well, except for these other bitches."

"I have to use the restroom," Ashley said, and scampered away quickly.

"Me, too," Bethany announced.

Chelsea watched as Bethany walked away. As soon as she reached the bathroom door, Chelsea leaned in toward the other girls.

"Okay," she said, "who wants to bet me another hundred that I can't get Bethany to blow the waiter?"

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