Ignored Delivery Man

-This story is based on a Japanese porn video I found and really
enjoyed. In it a delivery man comes to a house where for some odd
reason no one notices him or anything he does. It is as if he
does not exist, but he can interact with everything as if he can.
He decides to take advantage of this. A lot of sex ensues. Enjoy
and let me know what you think. (M/F+, Creampie, Cuckold, Mature,
Lactation, Supernatural?)-
Miles Martin (martin369@gmail.com)

	Bringing my car to a stop, I look down at the receipt in my
hand. Glancing up at the mail box only a few feet away, the
address matches and I have the right house. I turn off my engine
and pull out my keys, as I open the door I reach down and pop my
truck. Pocketing my keys I walk towards the back of my car,
reading the receipt once more before checking my trunk. There
should be three pizzas back there, order number 27. And sitting
in my trunk are three pizza boxes, all with the number 27 written
on them. I grab the boxes out before slamming the trunk shut and
walking towards the house.

	When I get to the door I ring the doorbell, wait 30 seconds, and
I ring it again. I follow this with three quick wraps of my hand
on the door. This time I wait a minute before holding the
doorbell down and knocking louder. No one comes to the door.

      Placing the pizzas on the ground, I check one more time
that I have the right address. The number has not changed on me,
and the numbers on the front of the house nailed next to the door
are an exact match. Reaching into my pocket I grab my cell phone
and dial the number the customer has given. The phone rings, I
can hear a phone likewise ring on the other side of the door.
This must be the right house, and it is probably not a prank
call. But no one answers the phone either. The dumbasses must
have left, figuring they would be back before I got here. I hate
it when people do that.

      I have no real choice but to go back to the shop. And they
are going to call later and complain that I never came. When I
say I did come and they were not there, they will say that they
never left the house. My boss would get on my case about it, even
though he knows it was entirely their fault. Shaking my head in
frustration I pocket my cell phone and reach down for the pizzas.

       But as I am turning to leave, the front door suddenly
opens. A woman who must have been in her late fifties walks out
carrying two trash bags. She rushes by me without even a glance.

      Shocked, I follow after her saying, Excuse me maam. Did
you order pizza?

      She just keeps walking as if I were not there.

      I catch up with her as she drops the bags into the trashcan
on her curb. In a much louder voice I exclaim, Excuse me. But I
think this is your order!

      Again this gets no reaction.

      What, is this lady a blind deaf mute or something?! Or am
I just so beneath her notice! I think to myself as I follow her
back to her door.

      She does not slow her stride as she opens the door and
walks back inside. Before she can close it all the way, I stick
out my foot and stop the door. She ignores this as well, just
walking down the hall deeper into the house.

      Pushing the door the rest of the way open, I shout Hello?!
I have a pizza delivery!

      No reply.

      Sighing with frustration I slowly walk into the house and
down the hall. Before I make it to the end of the hall a man,
about the same age as the woman, passes by it. I hurry my step to
follow me, and in a raised voice say, Excuse me.

      The man just keeps going, not even turning around to see
who I am.

      I follow him all the way into the living room to fin the
woman is sitting on the couch, watching TV. I watch as the  man
sits down next to her. Stepping in front of them, blocking their
view of the TV, I yell at the top of my lungs, EXCUSE ME! I HAVE
A PIZZA DELIVERY!

      They just stare as if I was not there. As if they could
still see the TV

      They cannot fucking possibly both be blind and deaf! I
say to myself, placing the pizza boxes down in frustration. If
there were why would they have the TV on! Deciding to test out my
idea, I slowly walk closer and pat the man on the shoulder.

      No reaction.

      I pat one more time.

      Still nothing.

      I grab hold of his shoulder and shake, and he still just
sits there watching. Reaching over I try the same thing with the
woman.

      Again she acts as if nothing is happening. But all a sudden
the man reaches out and grabs the remote, changing the channel.

      Stepping back, I stare at them flabbergasted. I have never
heard of people who cant hear, see andfeel! I am shaken out of
my ponderings by the sound of a phone ringing.

      The woman abruptly stands up and grabs the phone. Hello?
She says into the receiver. Oh hi sweetheart! How are you?!

      So the bitch can hear and talk after all. So what the hell
is going on! I stare at her puzzled as she continues her
conversation.

      Oh you are on your way here? You have perfect timing we
just ordered a pizza, it should be arriving anytime now.

      At this I harrumphed and looked down at the pizzas.

      It will be great to see you two and the baby. Yes it has
been a while since you have visited. Oh it is alright, no need to
worry. See you in a few minutes, bye. And with that she hung up
the phone.  She turned to the old man and said, Well it looks
like we are going to be having some visitors. Now if only that
lazy pizza boy would arrive before they do!

      The old man did not bother to look away from the TV and
only responded with Thats nice dear.

      This was all very fucked up. They were ignoring my very
existence, and yet seemed to be waiting for me none the less.
This was going to end now, the joke was over. With righteous
indignation on my side, I stormed up to the old broad and got
right in her face. Listen here, you stupid old bitch, I have had
enough of this bull shit game! Give me my fucking money now, or I
am taking the pizzas and leaving!

      She continued to stare right through me as if I was not
there.

      So I stormed over to the old man. How about you? You old
fucking bastard! You going to give me my money or not?! I
demanded of him, poking him in the chest to emphasis.

      He did not even react to the touch.

      Yelling and screaming is not all that rewarding when the
target completely ignores you. Sighing in defeat I turned around
to leave, that is when I noticed the old womans purse lying on
the floor. I was going to test them to see how far they would
take their stupid little game. Well if you will not give me the
money, maybe I will just take it instead. With great
exaggeration I stomped over to the purse and picked it up.
Dumping all the contents to the floor, I rummaged around in them
until I found the wallet. Opening it I found five crisp new
twenties. Their order had added up to about $30, so this would be
a really great tip. I swung around to make sure they saw me
pocketing the money.

      But they were still just watching the TV.

      Still infuriated I next pulled out all the old ladys
credit cards and pocketed them as well.

      Of course, there was still no reaction.

      Alright you crazy old fucks, I have no idea what sick game
you are playing, but I am not going to take anymore part in it. I
am out of here. I will leave the pizzas, but I am taking the
hundred bucks and your credit cards. Do not be surprised when I
max the shit out of them! With that said I started towards the
door, not bothering to look over my shoulder to see if there was
any reaction.
