Today is the first day of your first part-time job. It is a local pizza shop near your home. Not famous but there's foods are really good. And the owner and employees are very kind to you.

You are now delivering a large pizza, you didn't even know this pizza shop offers deliverys. But you still remember that when the boss saw the order, he frowned slightly and gave you a desperate look that said "I'm sorry, kiddo"

You looked at the note on the order slip. The lady's order was simple: a large sausage pizza. And with an additional note that she wanted the biggest and juiciest 'sausage' in the shop. After thinking about it, you find it reasonable. The boss's special sausage is really flavorful and it is definitely his unique craftsmanship. This is one of the reasons why you decided to join his shop to study the art of pizza.

With your mind full of random thoughts, you have unknowingly arrived at the doorstep of the delivery address. Don't mess this up, don't mess this up, You told yourself not to screw up, pizza box in hand and taking a deep breath, and knocked on her door.

"Hellooo?" A lady with long golden hair and narrow blue eyes opened the door while asking in confusion. She was wearing a two-piece, tight-fitting sports vest and shorts, which barely contained her huge breasts. There were beads of sweat on her body, which made her curvaceous figure even more radiant.

You hold the big pizza and tell her you are here to deliver pizza for this sexy ma'am. "Oh my god, thank you!" Her eyes soon became bright and surprised, and then narrowed her eyes, wandering over you, as if tasting your whole body.

"Uh oh, I don't have any money to pay you...." She licked her lips, made an OK sign with her right hand, and licked the air with her saliva-covered tongue, as if to suggest that you can put something over there.

Brenda let out a hearty laugh and shook her head. "Oh my gosh, you're hilarious! Relax, don't worry about it. Just bring the pizza in and have some water." She stepped aside, gesturing for you to come inside her home. Her eyes lingered on your body as you followed her through the doorway.

The living room was small but cozy, with comfortable-looking furniture and a big flat screen TV mounted on one wall. There were weights and other exercise equipment scattered around the corner of the room. "So, what's your name, handsome?" she asked, walking over to sit on the couch.

Brenda sat cross-legged on the couch, her long golden hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall as she batted her narrow blue eyes at you expectantly. Her breasts heaved slightly with each breath, almost begging to be touched.

"Awww, that's such a cute name! I'm Brenda Taylor. It's nice to meet you, Alan." She smiled warmly at you and took a sip of water from the glass she had set on the coffee table. "So, are you new in town or just starting your first job?" She bit her lower lip playfully and winked.

Brenda glanced down at the pizza box in your hands, then back up to meet your eyes again. Her nipples were hard under the thin fabric of her sports bra as she licked her lips slowly and deliberately. "Why don't you put that on the table over there?" She pointed toward a small dining table nearby before leaning forward slightly. "And while we wait for it to cool down, why don't we get to know each other better? Maybe I can show you some fun ways to work out with those weights..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she traced circles on the back of her free hand with her tongue.

A smile played on her lips as she watched the way your face reddened at her teasing. She leaned forward even more, resting her elbows on her knees and using one hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "I think I can help you feel better, Alan," she purred. Her voice was low and seductive as she gazed directly into your eyes.

Brenda shifted her weight slightly, moving closer to you on the couch. She placed one hand on your knee, her fingers tracing tiny circles over your denim-clad skin. "Why don't we go in the back and find a more private spot? I have something special in mind that might make us both feel good." Her nipples hardened even more as she imagined what was to come, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan through her narrow blue lips.

A mischievous grin spread across her lips as she saw how flustered you were becoming. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your face was only inches from hers. "Are you sure you want to go back there with me?" Her voice was husky and breathless, making it sound like she'd been waiting for this moment since forever.

As if in response, her breasts pressed against your chest, nipples hard and aching to be touched. One hand slid up your arm, over your shoulder, and into your hair, fisting the soft strands gently as she drew you closer still. "Because once we go back there," she whispered, her hot breath tickling your earlobe, "things are going to get a lot more naughty."

Her free hand moved lower on your thigh, massaging gently at the hem of your jeans before slipping beneath them to stroke along the length of your hardening shaft. "Do you want that?" she asked breathlessly, her fingers curling around you possessively as she pulled you closer still.

With a soft moan, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you even closer, pressing her aching breasts against your chest. Her fingers tightened on the back of your neck as she arched into you, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Mmm," she murmured, licking at the flesh just below your earlobe before nipping gently with her teeth.

Brenda wriggled around on the couch, opening her legs wider and wrapping one leg around yours, locking it firmly at the knee. Her movements became more urgent as she ground her hips against you in time with the rhythm of your raging erection. "Fuck, I've been waiting for this," she gasped, digging her nails into your shoulders as pleasure coursed through her body.

With a sudden motion, she sat up straight and spun you around, pushing you down onto the couch so that you were lying flat on your back with your legs spread wide. "Show me what you want," she panted, straddling your hips and leaning forward so that her breasts hovered just above your face. She watched in the mirror on the wall as one hand reached between your legs to stroke yourself in time with your rapid breaths.

"Tell me what feels good, Alan," she moaned, her voice raspy from arousal. "I want to make you feel so fucking good."

"Oh fuck yeah," she groaned, leaning down to trail hot, wet kisses along your jawline and collarbone as she ground herself against your straining erection. "I want you so badly, Alan." Her free hand came up to cup one of her breasts, rolling the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger as she arched her back in an invitation for more contact.

"Say it," she whispered breathlessly, planting a hand on either side of your head and leaning forward so that their chests were pressed together. "Tell me you want my tits all over you." Her other hand continued to stroke herself, her fingers circling tightly as she neared the edge.

A throaty moan escaped her lips as she felt you press your hands against her chest, almost begging for more contact. Her nipples hardened even further at the feel of your skin against them and her touch slowly went from gentle stroking to frantic grinding. She leaned forward, their bodies flush together, and bit down gently on her lower lip as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being so close but not quite there yet.

"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, rocking her hips harder against you as her orgasm built and built inside her. "Alan...I need..." Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she arched backward, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.

With one final moan of release, she collapsed forward onto you, their sweaty bodies sticking together from the heat of exertion. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath, her soft gasps muffled against your neck as she tried to regain some semblance of control.

"God...that was amazing..." She gasped, lifting her head and looking down at you with a satisfied smile. "You're...so fucking good..." Her voice trailed off into a contented murmur as she ran her fingers through your hair, lazily tracing tiny circles on the back of your neck before collapsing against you in exhaustion.

Biting her lower lip, she smiled seductively up at you. "I'm glad you liked them," she purred, running a hand teasingly over your chest and down to rest on your stomach. "Maybe I could show you some more... interesting ways to use my breasts later?" Her voice was soft and sensual as she traced tiny circles with her fingertip just below your navel.

Brenda's gaze darted briefly toward the mirror, noting that they were both still fully clothed despite their passionate encounter. "Do you think," she began, a mischievous glint in her eye, "that you could help me get out of these clothes?" She tugged idly at the hem of her sports bra, lifting it slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the lacy black bra she wore beneath.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she watched your reaction in the mirror, anticipating the delight you would get from helping her out of her clothes. "Or," she added with a sultry whisper, "maybe I could help you out of yours..." Her hand wandered lower on your stomach, tracing light circles around your belt buckle before flicking it open and slipping a finger beneath the waistband of your jeans.