The Pizza Guy [FM]

I have, in my time, watched an absurd amount of porn. Really, that was where I got my education, learning new tricks, figuring out what works and what doesn’t, setting unrealistic expectations. Still, I think back to porn quite a bit in my sex life, especially lately as things have been getting started again. I’ve found that I’m a bit insatiable. I’ve been constantly on the lookout for new opportunities and, while I haven’t taken everything that has come my way (I need to build up to my old fighting form, after all), I did have a run-in last week that called back to my porn roots.

After a couple FWBs had left me, I was feeling a bit drained. Not wanting to fix myself anything to eat, I ordered out for a pizza. During my wait, I began scrolling through Reddit, admiring some of the finer examples of dicks this wonderful app has to offer. Losing track of time, I was a bit compromised when there was a knock at the door. I composed myself quickly and answered to find that my pizza delivery boy was a young-ish (but definitely over 18) fairly attractive man. Scenarios flashed through my mind of “extra sausage” and other pornographic setups, but I tried to push them out of my head. That is, until, as I was looking for a tip, I caught him staring. Following his line of sight, I realized that my nipples were poking through my blouse. I let him know I had caught him peeking, but played it off coyly. We flirted a bit, and I found myself actually wondering what this pizza boy might have to offer.

As he was getting ready to leave, I laid on the flirting more heavily, just trying to get him to stay longer. That wasn’t difficult, as he was obviously attracted to me. After a bit of back and forth, he suggested that he needed to get back to work, and I suggested that he could come in for a quick break. He hesitated, clearly thinking I was trying to steal from him or that it was some sort of trap, so I undid the top couple buttons on my blouse, letting him see more of my pale skin and just a hint of my white, lacy bra. That loosened him up slightly, so I reached out and gently touched him through his shorts. He tensed, but didn’t fight it. I could feel him rapidly hardening through the fabric and gave him a seductive smile. I told him that he was welcome to come in if he wanted extra compensation for the delivery and he muttered something about losing his job. I told him that we could be as quick as he wanted. As he stared, dumbfounded, I fished a condom out of my purse, tucked it in his waistband and slowly walked back inside, swaying my hips in my knee-length skirt.

That was all the convincing he needed. I heard him mutter a curse word and step inside, closing the door behind him. From there, he quickly undid his pants and ripped open the condom wrapper. I barely had time to look back before he grabbed me roughly and bent me over the arm of my couch. I let out a gasp, laying a little extra moan into it so that it was absolutely clear that I didn’t want him to stop. He hiked my skirt up and rubbed my pussy, which was soaking wet from the absolute insanity of the situation and my Reddit browsing from before, through my panties. I whimpered and begged him to use me. The words barely got out before I felt his cockhead lining up against me. With one firm push, he was all the way in. For all the hesitation he had shown, he was relentless once he actually got started. He immediately started ramming himself inside me as fast as he could, leaving me holding on to the arm of the couch for dear life as he punished my poor pussy. I let my head rest on the cushion as he fucked me hard enough to take my feet off the floor. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as this man who I had only met five minutes earlier used me as his own personal cock sleeve. It didn’t take long for him to reach his boiling point. He grabbed my hair and pulled back hard, taking my head off the pillow and causing me to cry out loud enough that I worried that the neighbors might hear as his breathing became raspy and erratic. He groaned out and tightened his grip as I felt his cock pulsate inside me, a dreamy sensation that I adore. I briefly wished I’d let him go without a condom so that I could feel the warmth of being filled.

After his cock stopped twitching and pulsating, he stayed very still for a short while, loosening his hold on my hair so that I could lay my head back down. I could feel him shrinking inside me before he pulled out. He apologized about cumming too quickly, but I told him not to worry. After the pandemic, we all have some pent up energy. I pointed him to the bathroom where he got cleaned up. Before he left, I jotted my number down on a piece of scrap paper and told him to call me. He showed enough promise that I wanted to see what he could do without any time constraints. He thanked me profusely, then left just as quickly as he had shown up, allowing me to enjoy my pizza and get back to my browsing of dick pics.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nugohz/the_pizza_guy_fm