Chicken loving Cuckold

Chicken loving CuckoldI was fresh out of high school and working as a delivery driver for a major pizza chain. It had only been about a month on the job and I was still getting the hang of it. One of my coworkers, a man born in the "free-love" generation, passed his delivery to me. I figured he was either being generous because I was new, or just didn't feel like taking the call. Either way I figured I was a newbie and should appreciate each chance I got to make tips. I left my store in my Saturn station wagon with the pizza and wings in tow. The order had come from a part of town I was unfamiliar with. This was back in the early days of GPS and it was not a standard feature on my crappy LG flip phone. I drove down the dark neighborhood streets of downtown Tucson, looking for the customer's address.I finally came up on a wooden fenced yard with an abundance of weeds. I entered the yard through the weathered gate and knocked on the door. No answer. I waited a few moments and knocked again. A middle-aged woman answered the door, accepted the delivery, and paid me. I return güvenilir bahis to the store and was approached by the driver who gave me the delivery. He asked how it went with a bit of a smirk. I say it went alright, just had some trouble finding the house. He chuckled and walked off. About ten minutes later my boss received a call from said customer and tells me they claimed the chicken wings were raw in the middle. He said that it was bullshit because all the wings came pre-cooked and we just heated them up. But it's a corporate company with product to spare so we comply with her demand.I returned with the replacement wings, this time the ticket says to come to the garage. I knocked, the same woman answered and asked me to enter, I oblige. Once inside the almost hoarder like garage, I see an elderly man with long, thin, white hair sitting naked in front of an old projection screen computer. Immediately I feel at unease. Was this woman going to c********* me and harvest my organs so this geezer could continue beating his leathery penis for another couple months? türkçe bahis He called me over to his computer desk. Completely shocked by this scenario, I do so without thinking. He show's me a porn site he's looking at, RedTube. I hadn't heard of it, I was still buying dvds, magazines, and subscribing to Burning Angel. He continued to masturbate while speaking to me. I noticed his wife, or whatever she was to him, remove her tank top. He offers her pussy as a tip. I was reluctant initially, who knew what kind of diseases these perverts had. She casually walked up to me and took my hand and placed it on her G-cup breast. I instinctually squeezed. He asked. "How's it feel? Nice right? Soft". I shook my head yes. She was Hispanic, about 5'5", rotund, and bruised on her arms and thighs (possibly from intravenous d**g use or just rough sex). She turned around and pulled down her sweatpants. Now fully nude and grabbing at my crotch, she asked if I wanted to fuck. I said yes, but was lacking a condom (a lie). They said it wasn't a problem. She began unzipping my fly and güvenilir bahis siteleri tugging on my turgid member, then lowered herself to begin sucking with her plump lips. I said I would check my wallet in my car and see if I had a condom. I returned to see the man standing up pulling his prick and the woman fingering her shaven vagina. I tore the wrapper open and applied the prophylactic. She hurried over to me and bent over, spreading her phat ass, and pressing herself against me. I felt her wet warmth and began undulating. The man watched, masturbating, and I did my best to ignore his presence. Sweat began welling out of both of us and the wet smack of skin became louder and louder. I asked if I could put it in her asshole and she denied me. What a prude! I finally finished and pulled out. Took the condom off and tossed it in the trash can by the computer desk. Thanked them for their patronage and hospitality and left.In the car on the drive home I felt sick, began dry heaving and repeating, "What the fuck have I done?". Although I had been laid before, that was my first step into true kink. Weeks later I returned to the house, inebriated and horny, ready for anything. To my disappointment they weren't home, and I never got a second chance to really indulge in depravity, with them at least.