1. The Pizza Boy


    Date: 4/14/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: mike8253, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    I’ve never done anything like this before. But I am beyond horny and in a teasing mood. I ordered a pizza to be delivered. I have plenty of money, but don’t intend to pay. I’ll have some fun playing with the pizza delivery guy and maybe get myself a free dinner. The doorbell rings. I’m naked, wearing only a short silk robe that hugs my body and shows plenty of leg and cleavage. The pizza delivery guy is young and handsome. Not what I expected. His age and looks make my plan even more interesting. He hands me the pizza and tells me that it costs $12.00. “I don't have any money.” I tell him, giving him my best, “I’m sorry” look. “Is there any other way I can pay?” I ask, hardly believing that I am actually going through with this tease. The young man hesitates and then stammers, not knowing what to say. I can feel myself getting wet between my legs. "How am I going to pay you?" I ask, as I take him by the hand and walk him through the door and into the house. I am amused by the confused, uneasy, look on his face. I untie my robe and let if fall open. He stands there, wide-eyed, staring at my fit body. "Do you like what you see?" I ask, enjoying how uncomfortable I am making him. "If I let you touch my breasts, would that pay for my pizza?" The young man surprises me by reaching out and pulling me close, grabbing my hair and kissing me. It is a strong, tongue down my throat, wet, sloppy kiss. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach, as I try to escape his grasp. "So, you ...
    want to fuck with the pizza boy?" he asks. "That's not nice. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson." He lowers his head and takes a nipple in his mouth, flicking it around with his tongue. Then he bites the hard little nub. "Ouch! That hurt." The young man says nothing and throws me onto the couch. I watch as he lowers his pants, my nipple still stinging. His manhood pops out and waggles back and forth. My god, he is big and thick. I am both excited and scared. I was already wet. Now I am flowing. He pushes me down to my knees, grabs my hair and pushes his cock up against my lips. "Suck it!" The head and part of the shaft slide between my lips, spreading my mouth open until it hurts. Pizza boy pumps his manhood into my mouth. It is big; I try not to gag. He is rough. This is not pleasure sex. I have been a bad girl and he intends on making me pay for my naughtiness. Pizza boy fucks my mouth. My eyes water, saliva trickles from the corners of my mouth, my nose runs, and my mouth and jaw hurt. He tosses me onto the couch, flips me over, moves my robe to the side, grabs the back of my neck, and pushes my face down into the couch seat. I can feel the head of his cock at my pussy as he slides his giant spear over my wet lips and covers it with my nectar. He enters me, slamming his full member into my hole. The tip of his cock strikes my cervix. It hurts. My slit stretches to accommodate his pole, but I am being torn in half. His thick tool begins to fuck my pussy. I clench my teeth, ...
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