Order Pizza with sex

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?”

“Depends how much extra you want.”

You hold up the wodge of cash. You and Stella swap burdens and you shut the door while Stella counts the money. Then you escort her into the living room. You place the pizza and doughballs on the central table. By this time Stella has finished counting.

“Just the right amount. I would have been disappointed if it had been less. Where do you want it?”

Your response is to reach out and grab her. An arm round her waist and you pull her to you. Chuck aside her baseball cap, so you can lean in and kiss her. She’s quick to wrap her arms around you. Her kisses are aggressive.

“You’re eager.”

“After last time, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve seen your cock. I’ve tasted your cock. I want to feel it all. I’ve been dreaming about this moment. Most of my clients, are, well, a bit disappointing, fun, but disappointing. I know you’re not going to be that.”

You kiss her again, and while you’re kissing her, you lift her t-shirt. She’s not wearing a bra this time. You raise an eyebrow.

“I took it off before I came. It’ll only get in the way.”

It would have done. You lean down and kiss her right nipple. Then you run your tongue over it, flicking it to full hardness. Then you suck on it. She moans in appreciation. You switch to her left nipple.

Somehow, she’s unbuckled your trousers. The first you know about it is when they slide down your legs, and her small hands are busy tugging at your stiffening shaft through the cotton of your underpants.

You help pull the t-shirt over her head. Then she’s sliding down your body, pulling your underpants down as she does so. She kneels on the carpet and takes your now free dick in one hand.

“This would be amazing. But I know this gets so such much bigger.”

No more talking. She takes the half hard penis in her mouth, twirling her tongue, sucking on the head, pulling off with pop sounds. She spits on her hand, spits on the shaft, then uses the hand to rub her saliva in. Your cock responds to the pleasure. You groan to complement it.

Stella really knows how to suck a cock. She plays around the head, sucking, kissing, spitting down the shaft so her hand can work. She descends to your balls, licking the wrinkled flesh, opening her mouth to engulf the entire ball, switching to the other to repeat the process. She takes the shaft deep, until her nose is buried in your groin, until the head is halfway down her throat and her gagging sends waves of pleasure rippling up your body. All the time her grey eyes are locked on yours, beaming with pleasure. Even when gagging. You could suffer this forever. But…

“I’m not paying for a blowjob,” you tell her.

She pulls off and leaps to her feet. “Good, because I’ve already told you, I wouldn’t be satisfied with just a blowjob.” She’s quickly out of her shorts, pulling down her knickers at the same time. She has a shaved pussy, a thin little slit, that looks inadequate for your monster. “Where do you want me?”

“Kneeling on the sofa.”

She jumps onto the sofa and leans over its back, presenting her toned ass towards you. While she’s done that, you’ve removed your shirt and stepped out of the puddle that is your trousers and underwear.

You want to bury yourself inside her, but you want to taste her first. You kneel on the carpet and run your finger through her slit. It’s puffy, and blood filled and wet. You part her folds to reveal her hole. One finger, two fingers slip inside. Her moans are moans of acceptance. You part your fingers, and her love canal opens wider. Maybe she can take your monster.

As your fingers continue to play, you lean in until your nose is pressed against her ass, and your tongue licks out to taste her pussy juice. It’s rich and heady, the tastiest thing you’ve sampled all day. Tastebuds explode into an extravaganza. They want more. Your tongue delves deeper. Surely your tongue isn’t that long? But it delves into her depths, eliciting further moans, drawing richer, more fragrant juices from her.

For a while you’re lost in her taste, in her flesh. You’s always shied away from eating pussy before, but now you can’t get enough of it. But there’s something you want more than the taste of Stella. And there’s something she wants more than your tongue. You pull away and stand up. Stella shivers at the prospect. Your dick is rock hard, curved and monstrous and in need of being smothered. A few pats of her snatch and then you direct it inside.

She’s hot and wet and tight. But her flesh already knows the way to part. There’s no resistance as you sink into her depths. None until the head hits her cervix and you stomach touches her ass. The long slide in is greeted by her moan gaining in volume and tone the deeper it goes. And when you’re fully embedded you pause in bliss.

“Now this is what I paid for.”

“I’ve never felt so full. I’ve never felt so good.” Her response is made through gasps. Gasps that break down as you start to move. You pull all the way out. You push all the way back in. Thrust after thrust, your hands on her hips, your dick alternating between freedom and heavenly confinement. Slow motion at first, gathering in speed and ferocity. Her gasps turning into guttural moans. Her moans transforming into squeals and squeaks. Sweat dripping off the both of you. Juices squelching each time you thrust back in.

When your muscles start to burn you pull out, slap her ass to the side and throw yourself onto the sofa. “Get on top of me,” you order. “I want to see your face when you cum.”

She shuffles her naked body along the sofa, straddles you, grabs your slick cock, and descends back onto it. This time it’s her doing the motion while you lie back and sink into the soft cushions of the sofa. You watch her face, her chubby cheeks, her twitching nose, her open mouth, as exhilaration washes over her. Her cheeks are red with her effort. Her eyes are lost in her pleasure. Her mouth hangs open with each cry of joy. For a moment her eyes focus on yours, catching the pleasure in them, and the pleasure spreads.

You can see she’s close. You can see she’s near. But she’s slowing down. You catch her ass, bring it to a pause and then you piston upwards at a pace she’s incapable of setting, a pace she’s incapable of enduring.

Her eyes, her face, her small breasts, her flat stomach, the inner lining of her pussy all burst into convulsions. She’s lost in it. Everything spasming. All sense lost. She recovers quickly.

“You haven’t cum yet. Good.”

“Close.” You’re very close. Your balls are starting to churn. Any more motion and you’ll be bursting. But her only motion is to pull off you. She sways as she stands. Then she reaches for the pizza box, flips it open and pulls out a slice. She kneels before you. Takes your cock in her free hand and starts to run it up and down. Not as wet or as pleasant as her snatch, but you were so close already it doesn’t matter. You cum. And she catches each spurt of white with the slice in the other hand.

Once you’ve finished, she takes the slice and starts to eat it. While she does so, her grey eyes never leave yours. “I could have this condiment with every meal. It complements everything.”