Erotic Fiction

Delivery Dice Dare (Part 2 of 2)

When unsure what to do, keep letting the dice decide!

Taking the dice from the table, I rolled again. Two and six make twenty-six.

+2 to the later delivery driver task section, and if the door is not fully open, open it by three inches

I made a note on a pad to up the delivery drivers task section by two points, when it came, and then opened the door by the required amount.

I’d been making noises during the deep-throat task, and a lot more while fucking myself. It was one thing doing that behind a closed door and one that was ajar though. If I had similar tasks coming up then there was a far better chance that I’d be heard by a random passer-by.

And maybe someone would investigate?

There was an add-on for the game that I’d decided to ignore, called “whore.” If someone interacted with you before the delivery driver arrived then you were to offer them a blowjob for a small sum of money and catch up with any missed rolls when done.

Right now though, right now, I was reconsidering that. I wanted someone to touch me. Was getting to the point where I needed someone to touch me. My intention, if discovered in the game, had been to say that’s all it was, and get rid of them. I was no longer sure that I’d do so.

The task took me no time at all, so with most of the five minutes left I used the opportunity to get a cloth and wipe up the lino floor around the dildo. With the drool from my deep-throating lying there, as well as the juices from fucking myself for five minutes, it had become a slip hazard!

Part of me, the part that was being a dirty bitch, considered using my mouth to clean it up. I didn’t though, as that seemed the sort of thing that I should roll for and then get given as a task. Of course I’d do it then, but, without being allocated to do so, it seemed presumptuous for me to make that decision.

I spend the remaining time touching myself, but just gently. I was ready to boil over and wanted to wait for the delivery driver to arrive before that happened.

Time up, and ready to proceed. Two and three, giving twenty-three. A lot of rolls in the twenties.

Put a large butt plug up your ass and keep it there until the tasks are done

That was more like it, something to push my limits!

And this one really would. Until I’d started looking at this game, and playing it through at home, I’d never had anything up my butt. Nothing at all. Just the idea of it was icky, and I was convinced it would hurt a hell of a lot. Nope, not for me, thank you very much!

Over the last couple of weeks, I’d started using a set of plugs bought from Amazon. Even the smallest had been damn uncomfortable. As I walked around with it in, trying to get used to it, I felt so self-conscious, sure that people would see me moving in such an odd manner and know what I was doing.

The middle-sized one of the set had taken a few attempts to get inside me, even with a lot of lube being applied both internally and on the toy itself. In the end, I put it down on the floor and sat on it as hard as I could, just using my hands to keep it straight.

This was done with my parents out of the house, so they didn’t hear me scream and moan as I did this, and at each repeat of the experience, although it was a few days before I’d gone again. Although there was no blood, I did wonder if I’d damaged myself doing this, and the search history on my phone would show a cluster of results on the topic.

It took a while before I found the slightest bit of pleasure in having my butt stuffed, but using something inside my pussy at the same time was certainly interesting.

While I couldn’t ever see myself getting off with just a butt-fucking, if it was combined properly with other things then… maybe. I’d need the guy to go very slowly and gently though, so it would have to be someone I trusted a lot. And why wouldn’t they be if I was letting them fuck my arse — unless I messed up here and had to let my ex do it. Bugger!

The largest size of my butt plug set was something I’d only had inside me once and had hoped to never use again, but that’s what the dice gods had decided for me. The length didn’t seem an issue, but the width of the flared part as it slid through my anal ring stretched me, and stretched me, and stretched me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Squatting down, leggings around my knees again, I was breathing in a pattern to encourage me to take it a little bit further each time. Knowing that once it hit the widest section the rest would just push through with relative ease.

At least this time I knew that my butt-hole would shrink back to its normal size, given time. That was another urgent search I’d made online when my gaping arse kept gaping far longer than I’d expected. I’d been worried that the space would never close up and that I’d be leaking material for the rest of my life.

Oh, bloody hell, that was sodding sore! At least it was only in until the rest of the tasks were over. I could have been made to wear it from the start. As I stood and replaced the leggings, again, I could feel the moulded section still on the outside moving the rest of it on the inside. A weird pressure!

Right, maybe one more to go — if he was on time — so another roll to make. Waddling over to the table, or at least it felt that way, I took up the dice again.

A pair of two’s, and more tasks in the twenties — maybe I needed new dice!

Remove your bra

At this stage of things that seemed quite mild. Boring in fact. Although the driver wouldn’t know about the other things that I’d done, he might well note that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my crop top. I’d be swinging free, but there was no reason I shouldn’t be in my own home. Or rental caravan.

I took it off, but almost re-rolled hoping for something more. I didn’t though, as that wasn’t the rule. Simple or difficult, it wasn’t to be my choice.

Moving my butt plug, and playing with my clit, I was wondering what it would be like to go down on the dildo like this. How it would feel inside. How it would feel to be double-teamed by two guys. Maybe something for the mouth as well? Airtight, I think they call it.

I spent a pleasant few minutes in the world of my imagination until the timer went off again, and it was to roll once more. Four and three, forty-three — which was out of the twenties anyway!

If you are still wearing your outer top and bottom, remove them now

I was wearing both, although my leggings were soaked and sticky around the crotch. Taking them off and throwing them across the room left me in only crotchless panties. Unless I rolled an option where I got to put something back on, then this would be how I’d be greeting him. And anyone that came to investigate what was going on in here.

There was plenty of time to play with my now bared tits, and my exposed pussy. It seemed lewder for me to wear crotchless underwear than be nude, and I liked it that way.

Checking my phone, when the timer went off again, I could see that I’d been at this for about thirty-five minutes. As the estimated time of arrival had been thirty, then this could be it — so I hoped for a good one.

Something filthy, as I was no longer thinking of what I’d get away with, but rather what I’d do as an extreme.

There was no way I was going to be doing a forfeit with my ex-boyfriend. Whatever the hell came up, I’d do it, and quickly, and the same went for the driver. I’d do him as well, although maybe not quickly!

The whore option in the game was sounding better to my sex-driven mind all the time. Inserting fingers in my pussy, as I’d waited for this section to be done, hadn’t made my thinking any clearer, but twisting my freed tits certainly helped keep my senses on full alert.

As I raised the dice, I could see car lights making their way through the site and guessed that my food was coming soon. I didn’t even hesitate, and rolled again. If he got here before five minutes were up then he’d find me doing whatever I had to. And I’d not stop until my time was done.

Two sixes this time, and it felt nice to go out on a maximum.

+6 to the later delivery driver task section, and you must now put the suction cup dildo as far up your ass as you can before making any new rolls. If you already have the butt plug inserted, then fully open the door, if it is not already, and leave it that way, before turning your back on it and removing and replacing the plug

Marking that up on the chart, I decided to roll for that section as well before opening the door. I wanted to be prepared for him when he found me, so that I could go straight into my offer.

‘Hello, thanks for my food… and oh, would you like to do X with me?’

I was to roll three dice for the last part of this, what to do when the driver arrived, and as I saw the headlights of his car getting closer to the caravan I grabbed the three from the table and did so.

This table was one with cumulative items, so if you rolled anything other than the lowest, you’d need to do that and all up until your number. Roll high, and you’d be carrying out several tasks.

When the dice settled this time there were a four, a three, and a six, giving me thirteen out of a possible eighteen to come from them — but from the tasks I’d already taken there was an extra eight added to that.

Twenty-one was higher than part of me had hoped, back at the beginning, but now I was disappointed that more of the add-on numbers had not come up while doing the tasks. To make this really interesting. I was ready for it though. Whatever it said, was what the guy would be offered.

For the first time, it hit me that he could say no. Or that he could be a she. I’d not thought of that.

Bugger. Anyway, the person was to be offered…

pay + 20% tip

ask delivery driver to spank you 20 times

ask delivery driver to slap your tits 20 times

ask delivery driver to slap your pussy 20 times

ask delivery driver if you can give him a blowjob, and swallow if he accepts

All in all, that was fine with me, but where at the start I’d have thought this bloody daring, now I was more than a touch disappointed not to go further.

Next would have been access to my pussy — in whatever position he wanted — then my arse, then offering him the chance to come back later, and with a friend was the top item.

Grabbing a highlighter, I ran it across the items that I was now supposed to be doing. I wanted it clear from the start what I was — and was not — offering. No confusion on either side seemed a very good idea.

I was about to look a stranger in the eye and ask if he wanted to slap my tits and pussy. That seemed much worse than doing the same to my arse — maybe because he wouldn’t be able to see my face as he did that. To see how much I was getting off by what he was doing.

Opening the door fully, I stood there for a moment knowing that the light would be illuminating me. Knowing that if there was anyone out there, or in a nearby caravan, their eyes would be drawn to the brightness and then my near enough naked body.

Turning, and kneeling, I took out the butt plug, struggling mightily to do so. My arse was being stretched to the limit again as I bore down on it and tried with my internal muscles, and my fingers gripping the external part, to shit the damn thing out.

If I’d been writing the rules for the double six roll, the highest you could get, then I might have added the penalty of having to clean the thing off with your tongue before it got replaced. At least I might have before seeing it now.

There was clearly poo on it, along with a pink froth of lube. It looked bloody gross, but I added more lube and did my best to ram it back inside. In full view of anyone out there and, as I could hear the car pull up on the gravel at the end of the caravan, I knew the man would finally be with me in a few more moments.

Grunting like a pig, tears falling again, I pushed and pushed, knowing there was a chance of doing harm, but desperate to get it in before he arrived.

It wasn’t like I was going to be looking my best, whether I succeeded or not, but I still didn’t want to meet him for the first time in the doorway with my arse in the air.

He put a foot onto the outside step and raised a hand to knock on the open door… and stopped dead when he saw me, the large paper bag in his other hand dropping to the floor.

I was standing just inside, wearing only my crotchless panties, with drying cum on my thighs, streaky mascara on my face, and, although he couldn’t see it as yet, a large butt plug inserted.

The dildo that was stuck to the floor would be partly hidden behind me, but even if it wasn’t, his eyes were fixed firmly on my chest, and he’d never have spotted it.

“Hi,” I said. “I’ve been carrying out a set of dares and wondered if you’d help me. I’ve a list of things I’d like you to do to me and, if you do, I’ll give you a blow job.” I smiled, and hoped he’d take pity on me.

He was probably in his early twenties, and so not far off my age, and fairly ordinary looking. I guessed he made a bit of spending money on weekends doing this sort of thing. I also guessed that he didn’t come across my sort of thing regularly. If ever.

I handed over the highlighted sheet with the things I’d rolled for this evening. The items that I was now bound to — in my head anyway, if not in any legal sense — and wanted him to agree to.

He was looking at the paper, and sneaking further looks at me, so I told him he could look all he wanted. If he agreed then he was going to get to touch all the interesting bits anyway, so looking was absolutely fine.

Bemused was probably the best way to sum up the look on his face, but while his brain was coming to terms with the shock he’d received his jeans had been tenting, and I knew what side of things he was going to come down on.

“I’ll do it, but I want to film you. Us. I want you to ask me again, and say your name so there is no doubt it is you, and let me film it all. That way there’s no risk to me if you have second thoughts about this. Go to the police and accuse me of something. Know what I mean?”

Yes, I did know what he meant. If I did wake up in the morning feeling remorseful and wanted to accuse him of taking advantage of me, then it would be simple to hide all my gear and say that he’d forced me to do what he wanted.

Filming was not one of the rolls I’d made and, in fact, it wasn’t on the dare sheet at all, but I could see his point. On pretty much any other day of my life I’d have told him to go jump off a cliff. No bloody way. Today though, I had needs that overruled almost anything else in my world.

“Fine,” I said. And then, realising that I’d come across as grumpy and that I needed him to be happy — not thinking of how much he might regret walking away unfulfilled, and how unlikely he was to say no to my offer — I carried on with a smile.

“Sure, I do understand. And thanks for doing this. I am grateful, I really need it.”

Was being filmed so bad when it came down to it? I would have done the most extreme things that could have come up if need be. Fucking the guy, or asking him to come back later with a friend to spend the night with me as their toy. At least I thought I’d have gone through with them. I’d never know.

Although the dice would let me know… next time.

A note from the author to the readers

The sheet that I based this game on does exist, although I tinkered with it a little for my purposes as the final section seemed out of order. However, all the rolls made in the story were made using an online random number generator and are from the game. The central parts of the dare could have gone in different directions if those numbers had come up differently!

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