Pizza is here!

John stepped outside of Lunas room. He was not sure what he had expected. A crowd of cheering girls, celebrating Lunas first time being taken by a man? Probably. Or at least something along those lines. On the other hand, what had actually happened, was a phenomenon he was all too familiar with as well. At every party, at some point, every single person ends up in the kitchen together.

The thing was though, here he was, hard as a rock and just having decided not to cum down Lunas tight fuckholes. John was about to make his way to the kitchen and choose any of the other party guests at random, as he heard a somewhat faint knock at the door. He would probably not have heard it at all over the loud music and the chatter from the kitchen if he had not been standing right next to it. The giggling gaggle of girls in the kitchen did not seem to hear it.

Naked as he was and with a full-on raging boner he opened the front door. A short black-haired girl in a red uniform, that managed to look somehow bored and stressed at the same time, stood on the other side holding up a stack of pizza boxes. As she was looking down at a receipt, she did not notice who had opened the door.

John was just wondering about what to say to her, not that it mattered all that much realistically speaking, but then he spotted it. He had not seen one of them in a while, but at her wrist dangled a shiny red bracelet. That certainly made things a lot more straightforward. John heard more than saw the door to Lunas room open behind him. Good, she should see this, he thought.

The delivery girl was not especially attractive. Her hair was coming loose from her ponytail and it was a bit shiny, but not in a good way. Almost oily. Her boobs were medium-sized, her figure overall was not remarkable. But there she was, red bracelet and ready. Well, per definition she had to be ready at least. In reality she had no idea what was coming for her, staring down at her receipt.

"That will be 52,25 plea- HEY!!" she suddenly exclaimed as John shoved the boxes out of her arms and they fell to the carpeted hallway floor with a dull flump. Her mind was still visibly trying to cope with the situation. She did not react much as John reached out to tear her uniform to pieces. The cheap polyester-like fabric somehow managed to tear before the buttons opened. Either way, there was now a gaping hole on her shirt that revealed all of one and half of her other breast.

She still just stared down at her exposed chest and at Johns raging cock perplexedly. Her shorts followed the same way her shirt went. In pieces, the hung from her legs. When John roughly turned her around and gave her a push to bend her over the banister in the staircase, all she managed to say was a quiet "What the..." but just before turning her around John could see a look on her face that was very confused but also showed a hint of a smile.

To the sound of Luna gasping and clasping her hands over her open mouth, John grabbed a handful of the pizza girls black hair and roughly pulled her body in position to guide his throbbing dick inside of her. It did not take very long for him to cum after all that had happened before. But still, in the minute or so he used her as rough and hard as he wanted, she finally broke her silence. It sounded as if about 5 pizza sluts were howling through the echoing staircase as John repeatedly buried his cock inside of her.

When he finally pulled out, came all over her ass and her torn uniform. she limply hung over the banister for a moment. John turned to Luna. "Did you like what you saw there?" he asked her but did not get any response apart from a shocked stare. John reached for the bag he had brought and pulled a small package out of it. He threw Luna the badly wrapped box and said. "If you do, and really take your time to think about that, That could be you next time. Happy birthday."

As John walked off, he heard the commotion as all of Lunas friends now realized what was going on. Some of them were calling after him to please stay. Some were asking Luna what she had there. And that was the last thing John heard from them, as he walked out of the buildings front door. He could picture Luna in his minds eye though, holding up the brand-new red bracelet and the note he had out in the box.

Happy Birthday, Luna!

Here is my gift to you. Take your time and think about whether you want to be a red-bracelet-girl. All the oens I came (hehe) across seemed to have fun with it, but the decision is yours. However, do not expect there to be men taking you day in and day out with that thing. It still is a matter of luck to meet one. To get you started with your new life as a total free-use whore, if you choose to be one, you can come by my apartment. I won't ask questions or answer them. Not this time. Not if you have that thing on. Maybe we will see each other again soon.

Best, John