The Food Delivery Rider
Copyright© 2025 by OpenDeeply
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The food delivery rider gets a tip and more
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction True Story Cheating Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Oral Sex Squirting
I scrambled to cover myself, my face flaming with embarrassment. The two newcomers looked at me with a mix of surprise and hunger, their eyes raking over my half-nude form.
“What’s going on here, Jer?” one of them said, his voice filled with amusement.
“Sophia came to deliver our dinner. It’s just a little ... extra service that she’s providing,” Jeremy said with a smug smirk.
The two men looked at each other, then at me, and broke out into laughter. “Well, don’t let us interrupt,” the taller one said, walking over to the bar and pouring himself a drink. The other one, slightly younger, took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, his eyes never leaving my body.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, but something about the situation was strangely exhilarating. Jeremy leaned down and whispered in my ear, “They’re my friends. They know the rules. If you want to stop, just say the word.” His hand slid down my back, pressing me into the sofa cushions.
The two friends had moved closer now, their eyes glinting with interest as they took in the scene. The taller one, with dark hair and piercing green eyes, took a sip of his drink, his gaze lingering on my bare breasts. The younger one, with a mischievous grin and playful brown eyes, licked his lips and leaned in. “I’m Alex, and this is Mike. Looks like we’re in for a treat tonight.”
I tried to protest, but Jeremy’s hand was still in my hair, keeping me in place. “I-I don’t know about this,” I stuttered, my heart racing as the two men approached us.
Mike, the younger one, was the first to act. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice smooth and comforting. “Just pretend we aren’t here.”
Jeremy’s grip on me tightened, and his voice was firm but gentle in my ear. “Just keep going. Pretend we’re all alone.”
He brought his cock to my mouth again, and I parted my lips, letting him slide in. The taste of him was familiar, yet the presence of the others added a new thrill. I felt the heat of Mike’s gaze as I took Jeremy deeper, my tongue swirling around the head. Alex leaned in closer, his eyes dark and intense, watching my every move.
I took a deep breath, trying to focus solely on him, blocking out the presence of Alex and Mike. The salty taste of him filled my senses, and I could feel his excitement growing.
As I pleasured Jeremy, I could hear the faint clinking of ice cubes as Alex took another sip of his drink. Mike remained quiet, his eyes burning into me, watching every move I made. Despite their nonchalant demeanour, the tension in the room was palpable, thick with desire and curiosity.
Jeremy’s hand moved from my hair to my cheek, tenderly stroking it as he whispered, “You’re doing so well, baby.” His voice was low and soothing, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths he was taking. He leaned back into the sofa, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed my ministrations.
Ignoring the presence of Alex and Mike, I focused on the sensations in my mouth and the warmth of Jeremy’s cock sliding in and out. I took him deeper, trying to block out the sound of their breathing, the occasional clink of ice against glass, and the faint rustle of fabric. Jeremy’s grip on my neck tightened, guiding my movements, pushing me to be bolder, to take more of him. His hips began to buck gently, and his breathing grew heavier.
“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “I knew you’d be perfect for this.”
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pressure building in my own body. The wet sounds of my mouth on his cock seemed amplified in the quiet room. My hands trembled slightly as they gripped his thighs, but I pushed on, driven by a strange mix of fear and excitement. The more I focused on him, the more his friends faded into the background, becoming shadows at the edge of my vision.
Jeremy’s hand continued to stroke my cheek, his thumb occasionally brushing against my bottom lip as I bobbed my head. His other hand rested on my shoulder, the pressure a silent reminder of his control. He guided my movements, pulling me closer when he wanted more, easing me back when he was on the brink. His whispers grew more urgent, his voice a mix of pleasure and command.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my bare shoulder. I gasped around Jeremy’s cock, looking up to see Alex standing beside us, his hand trailing down my spine. “Mind if I join in?” he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of challenge. Jeremy’s eyes snapped open, meeting mine for a brief moment, seeking permission. I nodded hesitantly, and his smile grew wicked.
Jeremy withdrew himself from my mouth and with surprising strength, lifted me up, his hands firmly grasping my knees and holding them apart. My back arched as I was displayed in front of him, fully exposed to his friends’ hungry gazes except for the scrap of fabric covering my pussy. The sudden change in position made me yelp in surprise and embarrassment, my cheeks burning.
“What are you doing?” I gasped urgently, trying to cover my breasts with my hands.
“Relax,” Jeremy said, his voice low and commanding. “They’re just watching.” He didn’t bother to hide his amusement as he watched me squirm.
Mike took the hint, his gaze dropping to my panties. He leaned forward, his eyes widening at the sight of my wetness seeping through the fabric. “Looks like someone’s enjoying herself, she looks like she’s really wet,” he said, his voice a low growl.
I blushed deeper, trying to ignore the way the material clung to me, outlining my arousal. “I-I’m not,” I protested, my voice shaking. But my body was betraying me, my pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
Alex’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached down to stroke the damp fabric. “Oh, but you are,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. He slid a finger under the elastic band and pulled it aside, exposing my glistening folds to the cool air and their eager stares. “What do you think, boys?”
My cheeks burned brighter than the setting sun as Mike leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. “She’s soaking wet,” he murmured, his eyes raking over my exposed pussy.
I couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through me, despite the embarrassment. The idea of being watched by these two strangers was taboo and thrilling. Jeremy’s grip on my knees tightened, keeping me open and vulnerable. His eyes never left mine, a silent question hanging in the air. Was this what I wanted? The look in his eyes was a challenge, a silent dare that sent a shiver down my spine.
With a deep, shaky breath, I nodded. Jeremy’s smile grew, and he leaned back, giving his friends a clear view. Mike was the first to act, his hand sliding up my thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing against my wetness. I gasped, my body jolting at the unexpected touch. His thumb traced circles around my clit, teasing it gently as I watched him, my eyes wide with shock and arousal.
Alex set his drink aside and approached us, his gaze intense. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He reached out and stroked my cheek, his thumb grazing my bottom lip before he leaned in and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slid against mine, tasting me, and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. Jeremy’s grip on my knees tightened, his hips flexing, urging me to continue my task.
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