Ding Dong! [MF]

**Ding Dong!**

*Was there anything better in life than that relaxing feeling you get after doing a series of yoga stretches,* Becky wondered as she focused intently on her downward dog pose. She loved this pose. Hands and feet planted on the ground, booty pointed to the sky, her sleek black yoga pants stretched to their limits, warmed by that perfect little spot of sun peeking through her back window. *Okay, yes I can think of one or two better feelings..* Her mind wandered to an encounter several weeks ago (*God, had it been that long?)* – she hadn’t been able to forget and nor did she want to. He was cute. Not her normal type. A little taller than her, with short blonde hair parted to the side. A little bit nerdy, but in a cute way. She had been in a similar position that night. It was one of her favorites. She loved to feel a man grab her hips as he penetrated her. Becky found herself rocking her hips involuntarily just thinking about it. She felt a slight flutter between her legs. *Well I don’t have anything else to do today,* she thought, a sly grin creeping across her face. It was rare that she had a full day to herself anymore. Between work, her online classes, and a social life, her schedule stayed pretty busy. Needless to say, taking time to enjoy her body wasn’t a common occurrence.

She hopped up from her yoga pose, said a quick namaste, and giddily trotted into her bedroom. She slid open the drawer of her bedside table and was faced with her first difficult decision of the day. *Okay, which of you wants to pleasure me today?* Becky didn’t have a huge assortment of sex toys, but she had the basics covered. A silicon penis shaped dildo for penetration, her trusty rabbit for when she just needed a quick release, and then there was “Mr. Jack,” which one of her girlfriends had given her back in college. It worked both of her erogenous zones, the dildo end thruster at variable speeds while the other end was shaped like a little pink forked tongue that vibrated her clit. It was a bit cumbersome, but got the job done. Rolling around in the back of her drawer was a little red velvet bag which she had all but forgotten about. Inside was part of a set of cute little butt plugs, which she had bought as a joke for one of her friend’s bachelorette parties. She wasn’t sure why she decided to keep one. She never really had any interest in putting anything in her ass. But the idea of it did excite her, the tabooness of it. And it helped that it was super cute, with a pink and rose gold colored jewel on the handle. She had never gotten up the courage to use it, despite it being the smallest of the bunch. She had briefly explored her ass with a finger before, just rubbing her anus lightly, which she admitted felt amazing. Putting something inside was another matter though. She undid the drawstring and slid it into her outstretched palm. She was met with the feeling of cold, heavy metal. The sensation made her tingle. She rolled it around in her hand for a moment, toying with the idea of sliding it into her tight little asshole. *Maybe next time,* she thought as she set it back in her drawer on top of the bag. Just thinking about it did begin to get her juices flowing though.

She ultimately decided to grab her standard dildo. She liked to keep things simple, plus she figured the batteries in the other toys were dead anyway. So, tool in hand, she fluffed her pillow, laid down on her back and closed her eyes. Normally her solo sessions were fast and furious romps that were nothing more than a quick stress reliever. She decided today would be different. She wanted to take her time exploring and just enjoying her body. Yeah there were chores that could be done, but that was one of the beauties of living alone. They could wait.

So she laid back, propped up by her big feather pillow, and closed her eyes as she ran her hands up and down the curves of her body along the outside of her clothes. She unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her top, exposing her chest. She rubbed her hands inside her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra today. She normally didn’t if she wasn’t expecting company, preferring the freedom. She lightly squeezed her breast with one hand as she pinched her nipple with her other, rolling it around between her index finger and thumb. She slowly inched her hand down her tummy, circling her little belly button, then continuing toward her pleasure zone. She could feel her wetness building as she gently traced circles around her pussy outside her pants. There was something about the fabric that seemed to heighten the senses. The way it stretched and rubbed against her skin as she moved. “Mmm,” she let out a tiny moan as if to acknowledge her own movements. She gave her breast a firm squeeze and then left it, reaching for her silicon friend. She held it firmly in one hand and resumed circling her nipples with the tip of the toy, imagining that it was the head of her lover’s cock. It was a decent substitute for the real thing – soft but firm, and unlike a great number of dicks she had experienced, it never disappointed. She brought the toy down to her crotch, rubbing the tip firmly against her wet opening. She could now feel the first traces of her juices on the outside of her pants. “Mmm” she moaned with satisfaction, ready to move on to the next stage of her pleasure time. She hooked her fingers inside the band of her pants and began to pull them down with eager anticipation.

“Ding Dong!” *What the fu..* “Oh, shit!” she whispered to herself, realizing she had completely forgotten that she had ordered a pizza nearly an hour ago. *Ugh, I’ll get rid of him and continue this momentarily*, she thought, tossing her toy on the bed, grabbing her wallet and hurrying to the door as it rang again. “Coming!” she yelled. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she said it. *Soon, hehe.* She swung open the door as she looked into her wallet. “Hi, sorry – how much do I owe you?” she asked hurriedly.

“Uh, ahem, uh.. It’s $15.22” the pizza boy said.

Becky shot him a glance and realized he was staring directly at her exposed chest. Her face had to have turned the deepest of red. She froze for a moment, dropping a handful of change on the ground. *Jesus, could this get any more embarrassing?* Her question was soon answered as her dog promptly shot out the door.

“Toto!” Becky protested. With one hand holding the pizza box, the pizza boy reached down and swiftly scooped up the little dog into his other arm and offered him back to her. Becky was stunned at the event. It was as if she had just seen someone lift a semi off a little old lady. She looked at him for the first time, really looked, and what she saw did not disappoint. Standing in front of her was a not a pizza boy at all. No, this was a pizza man. Tall and well built, with dark brown hair that wasn’t overly styled, and a physique that showed he took care of himself.

“Miss?” he asked. Evidently she had been staring for longer than she realized. She snapped back to reality. “Yes, yes. Thank you so much!” she exclaimed as she took Toto inside. “Here you go” she said as she handed him the cash.

He counted it quickly and pointed his finger at the floor. “You, uh. dropped some change there.”

Becky snapped around and instinctively bent down to retrieve her money, and, in the process, gave the delivery man a perfect view of her ass, and the wet spot that she had created earlier. She spun back around to hand him his change, now noticing it was him that was in the stupor, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape.

“Here you go” Becky said, as she handed him the rest of the change in exchange for the pizza. “It smells deli…” and then she paused as she opened the box and looked up at him with some confusion.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Uhm, well, it’s just this isn’t what I ordered. This is a veggie pizza and I ordered the sausage.” She almost didn’t say anything about it, as she was eager to put this embarrassing scene behind her and get back to her task at hand, but to be honest, she was a bit annoyed. She really did hate veggie pizza.

“Oh no! I must have got yours mixed up with another customer. I’m so sorry! I’ll get you another one, no charge.”

“Oh, uh, really that’s okay.” She couldn’t bare to think of him showing up in another hour and seeing the state she was in. “I’d, uh, hate for you to go to all that trouble.” She took a moment to admire the man standing in her doorway, when a thought occurred to her. “Maybe there’s.. something else we can figure out.”

“Uh, well I’m not sure there’s much else I can do, other than give you a refund.”

“Oh, I can think of something you can do,” Becky said, as she looked up at him with a coy smile and bit her lower lip. This was so unlike her, but she didn’t have much to lose. She would never see this man again. And if he refused, she would simply get back to her business, imagining what he would be doing to her instead.

*Was this really happening, he wondered. This was like a scene from one of those bad pornos he had watched as a teen.*

Well, he wasn’t going to take any chances of missing out on such an opportunity. “I mean, yeah, I’d be happy to see if I can help you out with whatever you need.”

“Oh, that’s great” Becky replied. She dropped the pizza to the floor. “Well, you could start by delivering the sausage I ordered.” She was laying it on think now. No back peddling for Becky.

His face turned three shades of red. And there was no point in even trying to hide the bulge that was growing in his pants. Becky couldn’t help but notice and gave him a sly wink. A brief moment of awkwardness ensued as both parties stared at each other lustfully, nervous to make the first move. Becky finally broke the tension.

She moved up to him, her exposed breasts lightly touching his chest. Her hands embraced his back, up to his hair, and then downward, giving his firm butt a gentle squeeze. A hot breath escaped his lips. They kissed. It wasn’t her best kiss. But in all honesty the kiss wasn’t what she was really interested in anyway.

She pressed her body tightly to his, feeling his hardness against her thin yoga pants. At this, he returned the embrace, his hands engulfing her ass. Excitement now building, she reached around and rubbed her dainty hand on his chest, unbuttoning his uniform, top to bottom, his abs more pronounced than she had previously imagined. With his shirt now mostly off, she was really able to admire his physique.

“Alright.” she exclaimed. “Time to taste this sausage.” There were three things that Becky knew she was good at: making delicious cheesecakes, shopping, and sucking cock. She had been told countless times how good she was at it, and actually had a somewhat strange amount of pride in her fellatio skills. Hearing a man moan and seeing his body twitch and squirm while his cock was in her mouth always made her pussy tingle with anticipation.

She lowered herself to her knees, her hands at his waist – a position that she was quite familiar with. She looked up at him, a smile in her eyes, as she slowly unzipped his black pants. She wiggled them back and forth, smiling as she noticed a half dollar sized wet spot near the top of his tight fitting blue boxers. This moment, the time when anticipation and uncertainty was at its highest, was one of her favorites. She loved to tease and be teased. That tension was perhaps her favorite part of sex.

The pizza man let out the first of many groans as Becky lightly sucked, kissed and nibbled his inner thighs, all the while running her hands up and down the back of his muscular legs, occasionally making their way up as far as his lower cheeks. Her mouth eventually ended up finding the solid member that was still contained, restricted you might say, by his outwardly stretching boxers. That wet spot she had previously noticed had now doubled in size. She paused for a moment, as she admired her handiwork. She never would get over the power that she held over a man in this position. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes – wide with anticipation. She smiled and flitted her pink tongue over the wetness, instantly generating another subtle moan – just the reaction she was hoping for. She continued this light licking – there was no taste, just that of wet cotton – and then ever so gradually gave the spot some gentle kisses. She had to stifle a giggle as she felt his member twitch under her mouth. This involuntary spasm was a sure fire sign that she was doing a good job.

Satisfied with her teasing efforts, Becky decided it was time to give the poor pizza man what he was wanting. She pulled his waistband out from his waist, getting her first peek at her prize. Cocks always amused her. Even though they were all generally the same shape, the differences in them could be vast. For that reason, she was always anxious and excited upon first laying eyes on the member that she would be spending her immediate future with. Would it be big? How big? Hopefully not tiny. Curved? She could deal with that. Clean shaven or natural? So many possibilities. Suffice it to say, the pizza man’s cock did not fail the eye test. A beacon of strength, standing like a soldier at full attention. It wasn’t the biggest she’d laid eyes on, but it was more than adequate – she actually preferred it that way; too big and she wouldn’t be able to take its full length in her mouth, or in her pussy for that matter. She was also pleased to see he liked to keep things tidy. There wasn’t much worse in life than trying to enjoy a dick sucking session while in fear of getting a stray hair stuck in your throat. No, this cock would do nicely. Smooth and hard as a brick wall, with a slight curve at the top to give some added interest.

The source of that wet spot now clearly in plain view, Becky took another moment to tease her pizza man. She stared at his manhood like a lioness stalking her prey, ready to pounce and engulf her dinner. She restrained herself, however, wanting to savor the moment and prolong the fun she was about to have. Instead, she pushed the shaft upwards gently with her hand and gave a series of sensual kisses along the underside of his cock. Starting low, near the base and gradually working her way up, giving the most attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. She licked and gently kissed this spot, waiting for the inevitable twitch that was her sign that he was enjoying himself. It didn’t take long for it to happen, and it came with an audible “mmh” as he looked down at her with eyes that appeared to say “Please. Stop torturing me.” At least that’s what Becky heard in her head. With one last strong suck at this most erogenous of zones she pulled away, plotting her next method of torture.

She could have gone all in at that moment, throwing her face at that glorious cock. Lord knows she wanted to. It was all she could do not to just rip a hole in the crotch of her newly purchased yoga pants and just fuck this man wild. But something felt different today. Maybe it was the randomness of the whole scenario – the fact that this pizza man didn’t know anything about her, and yet was standing here with his cock, what had to be his most prized possession, staring in her face, like a fishing rod with a catch on the line. That excited her greatly as she began to become conscious of her own wetness growing within her.

*No, with a cock this splendid, I shouldn’t rush,* she thought to herself. *I may not get another like this for a long time. I need to treasure it.* And that she did. Despite the pleas of the pizza man’s eyes to engulf his member, she instead elected to take a different approach. One that she didn’t practice with all her lovers, but this time made an exception. He was impeccably clean shaven after all. It deserved rewarding. She lowered her mouth back to the base of the shaft, where she had begun her torture. But this time she didn’t stop there. At first a subtle lick, which caught a curious glance from him, as if to say “wait – was that an accident?” And a second lick in response, to say “no – tonight, you are mine.”

“Unnnngh” was the moan that was heard as Becky fully took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked, gently. Then moving to the other side and back again, alternating both the speed and strength of the sucking, making sure to not let him get accustomed to any kind of rhythm. Alot of her girlfriends would never dream of touching their man’s balls, but Becky really didn’t mind, as long as everything was kept clean. She knew how much it turned men on, and that, in turn, turned her on. In fact, to Becky, the *sounds* of the sex acts were every bit as exciting as the acts themselves in many ways. The sound of a man eating her pussy, the sounds of being taken from behind and pounded, skin slapping against skin, the sound a man makes right as he is at the peak of arousal – all of them set her on fire. The sound he makes when getting his balls sucked was no different. She took her right hand and ran it up his leg as she sucked, and felt him twitch again as she brought it up to his cock, looming above her forehead like some great fantastical tower. His breathing deepened as he let out a moan, almost animalistic. She lightly traced her index finger along his length, pausing briefly at the very tip, where she felt the fruits of her labors in full force. His member had produced a substantial amount of pre-cum, or what she liked to call the *nectar of the goddess.* She loved playing with it – taking her finger and going round that tiny opening in a circular motion drove men wild. She peeked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes, her face mostly hidden by his manhood, her mouth full of his nuts. Another twitch. At this, she released her grip, feeling quite satisfied with herself, and turned her gaze to that glistening nectar, now pooled to the point where it was just about to drip all the way to the floor. Becky decided she couldn’t let that happen. With her tongue outstretched, she methodically ran it all over the head of his cock, which instantly triggered yet another twitch, and a subsequent surge of nectar to follow, which she eagerly enjoyed.

Again, Becky looked up at the pizza man – one eyebrow cocked in an inquisitive fashion, her mouth forming a firm but relaxed suckle on the head of his member. His response was exactly what she had expected. Eyes rolling back in his head, he nodded, as if to say “Yes, please goddess. I know that I am not worthy of what you are about to do to me, but I want it all the same.” At least, that’s what Becky heard.

At long last, Becky gradually took his dick into her mouth, working her way down, like navigating a tunnel deep underground. Once she felt the tip of his cock tap the back of her throat she held it there for a fleeting moment before retreating back to where she began. She continued in this manner, aiming to make it a tiny bit further with each stroke. She challenged herself in that way. She didn’t have the strongest of gag reflexes, but it was still exciting to her, and she certainly knew it was exciting to him. She ever so gradually began to pick up pace, placing her hands on the front of his muscular legs for support. As she grew faster, it became clear that he was enjoying himself, as he began to sway his hips at the rhythm of her sucks. She liked to imagine her mouth as her pussy in these moments. In and out – so wet – getting fucked. She lowered one hand down to her crotch, feeling her own wetness seep through her pants again. This turned her on even more. Her other hand moved up his leg to find his balls, now slick with her saliva from earlier. She tugged and rolled them around in her hand while continuing to suck his manhood deep into her mouth.

“Oh my god, yes” he exclaimed. It was clear that her pizza man was pleased with the day’s activities thus far. But the next event she admittedly had not been expecting. “Stand up,” he exclaimed, in a tone she hadn’t heard to this point. It was so abrupt, so demanding, that she obliged, albeit with a puzzled look on her face. She had never had a man instruct her to stop, especially at this point in the action. The mere thought of what was to come next made her shiver. Without words he directed her over to her love seat, where he eventually got her into a position that he was satisfied with. It was not one that Becky was accustomed to but she knew what was about to happen from seeing a fair bit of porno when she had spied on her brother’s laptop when he was in college.

Becky found herself upside down on the loveseat, her feet up against the wall over the back of the couch, her shoulders resting on the seat, with her ass up in the air and her head hanging off the front cushion. The pizza man was in front of her, his wet cock standing rigidly right at eye level. He approached and pulled her pants up in a somewhat forceful manner, but not one that she disapproved of. Her cute pink panties that she had chosen this morning now visibly wet from the afternoon’s events. He left those on, perhaps wanting to get a little payback for the teasing she had done to him. She approved. He then placed his hands against the back of the couch, between Becky’s feet, and squatted a bit to position his cock into her mouth. He now had full control. Her pussy was right there for the taking, hidden for the moment behind her cotton panties, but there nonetheless. And the rhythm and depth of the sucking was now at his complete disposal.

“Don’t worry,” he said, perhaps realizing the tinge of nervousness in the room. “I’ll be gentle. For now.” Those last two words – *For now* – drove Becky over the edge. She didn’t wait for him to enter her mouth. She worked his cock like she had never done before. She made it her personal goal to please this pizza man better than any of her previous lovers. He responded in kind, thrusting his hips back and forth, in and out. He was fucking her face, and she was captivated.

As they began to get into a steady rhythm, he elected to bring one of his hands down from the couch and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, put his hand directly on her wetness. The anticipation of that moment finally realized, Becky let a satisfying “Mmmnnn..” escape her mouth, despite it being full of cock. He teased her, as she had hoped originally – his fingers flitting in and around her panties like magic. He knew all the right places to touch a woman. Her soft inner thighs, her delicate tummy, a firm squeeze on her breast, a playful pinch on her nipple, teasing his way down to that one pleasure spot, but retreating just before he reached it.

The rhythmic fucking of Becky’s mouth was more enjoyable than she had imagined. New erotic sounds filled her mind. “Schlip, schlip..” All her senses were heightened as her blood rushed to her upside down head. She kept her eyes closed, imagining that her mouth was instead her intimate opening. She could feel some of her saliva, mixed with cum, begin to trickle out of her mouth and stream down her cheeks. On a normal night of passion this would have caused Becky to stop and adjust. She wasn’t a slut, afterall. In fact, of her close friends, she was the most reserved. It wasn’t like her to do this. She had never slept with someone who was so anonymous as “pizza man.” But that was part of the turn-on. That thrill of the unknown. A little danger, and a whole lot of fun. She didn’t know anything about this man, other than the fact that he was incredibly handsome – not the snot-nosed teenage boy that typically delivered pizzas. She admittedly knew more about this man’s cock than anything else. She had certainly spent more time with it than any other part of his body.

*Schlip, schlip..* Those sounds brought her back to the present, just as a new sensation sent tingles up her spine. The pizza man had been tormenting her for some time now, teasing his fingers in and around her panties, perhaps sliding a finger just over her outreaching clit, which was begging for attention. On the next pass, his magic fingers finally broke this vicious cycle, plunging one finger slow and deep into her up-turned opening, at the same time giving a slow thrust with his cock into Becky’s mouth. He held it there for a moment, seeming to explore the depths of her with his finger. His hands were surprisingly soft, but firm. With his other hand he held Becky’s panties to the side while resting his thumb directly on her now exposed clit. He didn’t stroke it. He simply rested it there, as if it was a coincidental placement. Becky knew better, however. It was just another move in a long line of moves to send her over the edge, to make her squirm with anticipation at the pleasure she was going to have this afternoon.

He pulled his thick member out of her mouth for a moment, giving Becky a chance to get a proper breath, simultaneously sliding that finger out of her beautiful slit. “You ready?” He looked down at her face between his legs. Becky felt a shudder at the words. He was remarkably good with words, despite speaking so few of them. All Becky could muster was a “mhm” as she spread her legs wide and gaped open her mouth to allow him to take complete control of her face and pussy. He responded in kind. *Schliiiiiip* HIs bulbous cock pressed into her mouth slowly, but with a solid steadiness. At the same time her opening was filled now with not one, but two thick fingers, which met no resistance due to the immense amount of wetness she had generated. He pressed his fingers deep into her, every inch bringing her closer to convulsing right then and there. His cock, also pressing further than it had before – she could almost feel his slick balls tap her on the nose. She let out a guttural moan as he picked up a rhythm with his hips and fingers, fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time.

The rhythm was steady, faster than before, but still building. Each stroke seemed to pick up a miniscule amount of speed. Perhaps it was in her head. No. No, that stroke was definitely faster than before. What had begun as a playful, teasing, and sensual blowjob had now turned into a full blown face-fucking session, similar to what she had seen online years ago. At the time, she was appalled at what she saw. *How could a woman ever allow a man to do something like that to her?* she remembered wondering, while at the same time feeling a tinge of excitement at the thought, never imagining she would be in that very position years later. Now she was just sad that she hadn’t tried it sooner. *Schlip, schlip, schlip, schlip!* With each slide of his cock into her opened mouth, she could feel a bit more spittle leak from her lips. Her face was now quite the mess she was sure, but it was nothing a quick rinse and some makeup couldn’t fix.

*Schlop Schlop Schlop Schlop!* A new sound demanded her attention. That was the glorious sound of her opening being fucked by this man’s fingers. He pressed them tight together as he drove them repeatedly into her pussy, his palm slapping up against her with each thrust, making that delightful sound. Together they made a chorus of *Schlip*’s and *Schlop*’s, first the *Schlip,* as his cock would slide out of her mouth, then the decisive *Schlop*, as his hand would fall into her, sending wave after wave of sensation crashing through her body.

Becky was getting close. Just the very idea of what was happening turned her on to no end. She didn’t even know this man’s name! And yet, here she was, legs sprawled, upside down on her couch, pussy getting slammed by this unknown man’s fingers, mouth getting relentlessly pummelled. She may not have been a slut before today, but she certainly felt like one in this moment. But not in an ashamed way as she had imagined that word. It was almost.. liberating. She could have put a stop to any of the actions taken place if she had wanted to. But why should she? It was her body. She shouldn’t be ashamed of what she enjoyed. No, fuck that noise. Today she was a slut. Not for this nameless man, but for herself.

*Schlip, schlop, schlip, schlop.* The rhythm now was at a steady, what Becky would describe as a “fucking” pace. The pizza man had now added some attention to her clit at long last. Reaching with his other hand into her honey pot, he would slather her own juices on to her delicate bundle of nerves, rubbing and massaging it with his fingers while maintaining that “fucking” rhythm with his cock and right hand. They could each feel their climax growing within. He tried to slow his pace slightly, seeming to want to prolong the moment further. But Becky had had enough waiting. She reached her hands around either side of him and grabbed his tight glutes, pulling him into her wet tunnel of a mouth. He obliged, realizing he had no other choice. He picked up the pace of his pelvic thrusts slightly, at the same time ramping up his finger banging immensely. Becky’s pussy was now getting pounded by this man’s fingers, and she was loving every pulse. She began to give out the tell-tale signs of her climax. Her breathing slowed as the blood began to rush to her genitals. She lost herself, eyes closed, as if in another world. “Mmmm, mmmm” she let out a high pitched moan, nodding her head slightly. The sounds were as understandable as a morning greeting to the pizza man.

With each thrust of his fingers Becky experienced a tremor of an orgasm, each one building on the last. As he felt her body begin to quiver, he vigorously stroked her clit and thrust his fingers deep into her slot, watching her body squirm about, before finally spasming as her ass lurched upwards in what he knew to be a moment of complete ecstasy.

“Uhhhhhh hnnnngggg” were the only sounds that escaped her throat. The vibrations of the moan vibrated his cock, sending him into his own state of semi-consciousness. He pulled his cum soaked fingers out of Becky’s hole and grabbed her upper thighs, pinning them to the back of the couch as he executed a series of final thrusts, like a gladiator, rippled muscles dripping with sweat, his sword plunging into the flesh of his opponent. With one final push, his cock pressed into the back of her throat. A deep and low grunt resounded as Becky felt his girth swell within her mouth, followed by a series of short bursts as he coated her throat with his warm fluid. She imagined his cock pulsating inside her sloppy, wet cunt, sending one final shiver through her whole body. She gave his member one last suckle as a parting gift, which was met with a satisfying groan and a final spurt of sweet nectar.

“That was..” he began..

“Just what I needed” Becky finished, her mouth still filled with his juices. She let some of it dribble out of her mouth down onto her cleavage as she had seen girls do on her brother’s computer.

“You are a little slut!” the pizza man exclaimed, a big, goofy grin on his perspiring face.

“Only when I want to be” Becky retorted, one eyebrow raised and a coy smile on her face, which was a complete mess of saliva, sweat and nectar. On any other sexual romp she would have rushed to the bathroom to clean herself up. But not today. It could wait.

“Well, I should probably get back to work if I don’t want to get fired. And I need to get you that pizza you ordered.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Becky replied with a sly grin. “I’ve eaten enough sausage for one day.” They both chuckled. It was the first non-sexual moment they had shared. “But yeah, you should probably get back. I’d hate for them to think you got lost or kidnapped or something.”

“Heh, well I don’t think you’d have to worry ab-”

“Of course,” she interrupted, “if you DID want to get kidnapped..that could probably be arranged.”

The pizza man had just begun sliding his boxers back up over his remarkable ass when he paused, eyes wide, as he turned back to look at Becky. God, she was sexy. Standing there, still in her panties that had never been removed, her snug fitting top showing off her curves, her hair, tussled about from the afternoon’s events, and that face – good lord, that face. Dainty lips covered in what was once a pristine shade of hot pink lipstick, now smeared in a number of places. The cutest little nose he had ever seen, and eyes – eyes that could melt a man. He wanted to take her again right then and there, but the male biology wouldn’t allow it, not yet at least. Perhaps in his younger days, when he could practically have back to back spunk sessions at the drop of a hat. Looking at her like this, dishevelled, a hot mess, his own cum still clinging to her cheeks, he realized he couldn’t possibly want her more than at that very moment. He dropped the rest of his clothes and moved in to give her a passionate kiss.

To be continued…

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