Order Pizza with extra

It’s late. You can’t face cooking. So you pick a delivery.

You head straight to the Local Pizza app, pick pepperoni pizza and doughballs, and then use the code Stella gave you to choose the deliverer. Stella’s name is on it, and you immediately choose her. Then you send your order and wait. While you wait, you check your cash, then turn the large statuette on.

Thirty minutes later the doorbell rings. Stella is standing there with a big smile on her face, and the two boxes in her arms.

“Hello, John, here’s me, your chosen deliverer, with your pizza and doughballs. And do you know what else,” she leans in as if conspiratorial, “this is my last delivery of the night.”

“I hoped as much. Are you available for extra?”

She looks you up and down and gives you a wink before stepping inside. “For you, definitely. How much are you are you willing to pay?”

You shut the door behind her and guide her into the lounge. On the table there’s a pile of money.

“For me?” You nod. Stella puts the pizza and doughballs down and picks up the cash. She counts it. “And what do you want me to do for this?”

“First, I want to see your tits again.” She thumbs a few notes aside. The looks at you expectantly. “What can I get with the rest?”

“Blowjob.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She puts the cash back down. Then takes her top and lifts it over her head. For a moment its tangles in her hair and in her hat. You watch with amusement while she wrestles with it, opening the pizza and grabbing yourself a slice. Then you sit down in one of the chairs to watch. Having unwrapped herself from her top she sees you eating your pizza smirking at her.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Not as much as I intend to be in a moment.”

She raises one eyebrow, puts her top down, then reaches round and unhooks her bra. She lets it drop to reveal her small round breasts. She jiggles them.

“I thought you took photos of them last time?”

“I did, but the real thing is better. I can’t do this with a photo.” You gesture her forward and direct her to knee before you. You widen your stance so she can slip between your knees. Then you reach forward and grope her tits. There’s just enough to them to give you purchase, to feel the smooth flesh, to rub her pronounced nipples with your thumb. They harden at your touch. You leave a slight smear of grease where your fingers touched. You lean down and kiss her.

“You taste of pizza,” she tells you as you pull back. “Nice, but I want to taste something else.”

Her hands are at your trousers, unbuckling them. You raise your ass of the chair so she can pull them down, followed by your underpants. Your cock is freed. Its already stiffening at the sight and expectation. Fresh air just adds impetus to the blood flowing in. Her grey eyes are enraptured by its length.

“I knew you’d be fun. Didn’t know you’d be this much fun.”

She leans it and gives your shaft a long lick, from balls to frenulum. Your cock bounces with the pleasure. Then her lips move to the glans. They caress the bulb, her tongue swirling round as they do so. To keep it still she has to wrap one hand around it. She spits onto the shaft and then uses the hand to rub the dampness in. Your cock responds by growing and hardening. She responds by spitting more and rubbing more. Meanwhile her tongue tickles the urethra.

You groan in pleasure. Stella really knows what she’s doing. A fact made evident the first time she takes your cock fully into her mouth. You don’t know what her tongue is doing, but it’s eliciting a level of pleasure you’ve never felt before. She’s swirling it round your head. She’s slowly swallowing more and more of your length. You feel the back of her throat. It opens to let you sink further. Her saliva starts to bubble from her lips, to roll down the unclaimed root of your shaft, to dribble over your balls, to tickle your ass as it stains the cushion beneath you.

She pulls off and looks at you. All the while her hands run up and down, lathering spit into your skin. “Shame you didn’t give me more money. Riding this will be the highlight of my year.”

She’s back on your cock, sucking it, licking it, kissing it. She descends to your balls to suck them, eliciting more groans from you. Each groan sparks a twinkle in her eyes. Then she’s back claiming the whole shaft, sliding it through her mouth, down her throat, until her nose is buried in your pubic hair. There she pauses, her tongue working wonders, her throat sucking greedily, her grey eyes fixed on you.

Off for another round of licking and kissing and rubbing. Each action just amplifies the pleasure. You’ve never experienced a blowjob like it. You’ve had friends who said they preferred blowjobs. You always though them weird. A throat is not as good as a pussy. But this, this is as close as you’ve ever come. This is heaven.

And you can’t hold on anymore. You’re so lost in your own experience you forget to warn her. The first shot hits the back of her throat. She pulls away but the second smears her tongue. And she’s sucking, sucking the jizz out of you. You see her throat desperately gulping each serving you fire into her. Even when you’re spent, she’s still sucking. At last, she pulls off with a pop.

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had,” you tell her.

She licks her lips, wipes the saliva from her tongue, investigates the wet patches on her breasts. When she looks up at you there’s a big smile on her face.

“You liked it, good. Because you’d better be hiring me regularly. I like the taste of cum, but yours is some cordon-bleu stuff. I could live off that and die happy.” She leans in and kisses your wilting member. “And if I don’t get to ride this in the future, I’ll never forgive you.”

“If your pussy is as good as your throat, I’m definitely getting the money together to try it.”

“My clients tell me my pussy is the best part of me.”

You can’t help but grab her under the saliva-soaked chin and pull her up so you can kiss her. Tongues entwine, lips clash, you pull away satisfied but wanting more.

“Just as well I took my top off.” You pass her some paper towels, and she dries her breasts, before slipping back into her bra and top.

You offer her some pizza. It’s been growing cold, but you had better things on your mind.

“And spoil the taste of your cum. As long as you promise we’ll be doing this again.”

“I promise.”

She helps you finish the pizza, picks up her money and leaves. You go to the app and give her delivery 5, because you can’t give her any higher.