Giving Pizza Girl My Hot Italian Sausage [MF]

I’ve been going to the same pizza place about 5 minutes from my apartment for the last 5 years. I pick up pizza on Tuesdays after going to the gym, so I’m always wearing sweats when I go there. There’s a couple cute cashiers who work there, I don’t know how girls that hot are slinging pizza, but that’s what happens in a hick town in the midwest. Pizza girl has straight, jet black hair, a small button nose, and big green eyes that make her look younger than I think she is. She’s got a nose piercing, a tongue piercing, and a lot of tattoos. She looked more emo than goth, but she was always bubbly when she was talking to me.

The other girl, I don’t know, let’s call her Pasta Bitch, I didn’t speak to as much, but she always smiled when she saw me. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, real mean girl cheerleader vibe. I had heard from a friend that she was easy, but I was more interested in Pizza Girl. She was always working the register when I came in, I’d call her “pizza girl” to her face, so she started calling me “hot italian sausage guy” because that’s what I get on my pizza.

I’m 29, she looked like she was maybe 20? I never found out. I wanted to fuck this girl, but I didn’t want to work too hard. I started by tipping a little bit more, shooting the shit with her, she was usually by herself, but sometimes with Pasta Bitch who she must’ve told to call me “hot italian sausage guy” because she did too when she was working the register. After we had a rapport going and I wasn’t just some creepy rando, I asked when she got off work and if she’d like to come over. I remember I said, “If you smoke weed, you can come over and watch a movie. If you don’t smoke, we can drink and watch a movie. And if you don’t drink, you can come over and we can fuck.” She blushed and said “I guess I don’t drink or smoke then.”

I picked her up late, her shift was over at 11pm. She normally wore a black polo with black pants at work. It gave her a real Avril Lavigne vibe, but she stripped them off the second she got in my truck. Underneath her work clothes she wore a black tank top and black short shorts. Pizza girl was fucking stacked. Girl was bursting out of her fucking tank top. And she had this big ass that came out of her thin hips.

On the short ride back to my house, I asked her what I should call her instead of pizza girl. She said she didn’t mind, she liked the nickname. She started giggling and asked, “do you know why we call you hot italian sausage guy?” I looked at her like she was dumb. “Because that’s what I get on my pizza?” I said it was obvious. She started giggling more. “Well yeah, but also because your fucking hot and we can see your dick through your sweatpants.” I smiled, I hadn’t thought of it.

We got back to my place and got into it immediately. I appreciated that I didn’t need a pretense to fuck this girl. She saw a big dick and wanted to fuck it, I respect that. We started making out on the couch and this girl was fierce. Tonguing me hard so I could feel her piercing and moaning in a sexy way while she did it. I gripped her big tits through her shirt and she eagerly took off her shirt and bra revealing her big, pale tits with giant areolas.

I pulled out my dick and she pounced on it, sucking thirstily. This girl moaned and slurped and sucked me hard. I could tell she was just waiting to get me out of my sweats and into her mouth. She was fucking incredible and it didn’t take long til I was wet, hard, and ready to give her the dicking of her life.

She climbed on top of me and started riding. She had a tight pussy, especially compared to my big dick, I was stretching Pizza Girl out. She was going wild, holding her hair with her mouth open wide like she couldn’t believe how big I was. Her eyelids fluttered and I felt her come hard on my dick. I’m more tan than she is (my mom’s Italian) and I liked the contrast of my darker skin to her pale whiteness. She was slamming down hard on my dick, but couldn’t take me balls deep. She compensated by moving and gyrating like a fucking fidget spinner.

When she started to lose steam, I got behind her and teased her asshole with my thumb, she recoiled a bit and said, “don’t…” but she was moaning as she said it. I stuck my dick back inside her and grabbed her hips. I shoved myself in deep and she fucking screamed “Oh fuck! You’re so big! Fucking God! You’re so big! Oh fuck!” I told her to call me daddy, I like to make the younger girls do that. “Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me, daddy!” I asked her if she was my little pizza whore. “Yes, daddy! I’m your little pizza whore! I’m your little pizza slut. Fuck me with that big dick, daddy! Don’t stop! Fuck!” and she came again.

I could’ve kept going, but I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. I asked her where she wanted me to come and she said she was on the pill. So I gave her my sauce and made Pizza Girl a calzone. She shook as I emptied my load inside her, I still couldn’t get balls deep, but she did the best she could. I went to pull out and she kept backing up into me, still thirsty for my dick even though she’d come twice. I spanked her juicy fat ass and sat back down on the couch. I asked if she had a ride home and she looked all mad, but called a friend to pick her up.

I fucked her a couple more times after that, she booty called me a few times after work. She’d get dropped off and I’d give her my special sauce and then have her get picked back up; nothing like delivery. It’s been a few weeks since she’s called though. I think she got mad after I fucked Pasta Bitch. PB was fucking crazy, though. High-pitched wails like a banshee and let me put it in her ass the first time I took her home. I didn’t have to tell her to call me daddy, she was fucking screaming it until my neighbor banged on the walls.

Morale of the story, always pick up your pizza, delivery’s too fucking expensive.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oq86tn/giving_pizza_girl_my_hot_italian_sausage_mf