1 comments/ 21556 views/ 13 favorites Pizza Man By: Ashson School was finished for the year and the cheerleaders in the graduating class were having a pyjama party. It would probably be more correct to call them ex-cheerleaders as school was over for them and the work-force beckoned. That was partly the reason for the party, mutual commiseration and celebration. They were all fit and attractive young women, all around the same age, late eighteen and early nineteen. They were having a few drinks, reminiscing, bemoaning school days while looking forward to starting work. And earning money. "Anyone for Pizza?" went up the cry. There was a bit of toing and froing and eventually a pizza order was determined. Michelle rang it through to the local pizzeria. "Delivery in half an hour," she informed the others. The girls settled down to talking again. No-one was willing to say who had the original idea but the plan unfolded something like this. "I saw a video on the 'net the other day where a woman would order pizza and accept delivery in the nude. There were some hilarious double takes by the guys delivering." "Anyone here feel like answering the door in the nude?" someone asked. There was a general consensus that nobody did. "You'd have to be kidding. What if it's someone who knows us? We'd never live it down." "I know who does the deliveries," said Michelle. "It's old man Henderson. He supplements his pension that way." "I know him. He's nice. He'd see the joke and not tell anyone." "Maybe," said a voice, "but you're not going to catch me answering the door naked. With my luck a dozen people I know would choose that moment to walk past." "What if we don't answer the door?" said someone, laughing. "How about we all strip and hang around in the lounge room and when Mr Henderson arrives we just yell at him to come on in. He'd get a real eyeful and no one would believe it." There was silence except for a bit of giggling. "Let's do it," said another voice. "It'll be a hoot. But we'd better get started. He's due here shortly." With much giggling the girls shed their pyjamas, taking up various poses around the room. Some were careful about what they actually showed. Others were more brazen, but they were all nude. There came a knock on the door and a call of pizza. "Showtime," said Michelle. - - - I was hanging around the local pizzeria, chatting to Mike. He was acting manager and also the current cook, churning out pizzas as per command. He'd just finished one larger order ready for delivery when old man Henderson came in. "Hey, Andy, one order to go," said Mike. "Hey, Mike, and that's a damn shame," said Mr Henderson. "My car's sitting out there with a flat tyre and that order ain't going anywhere until someone changes it. I got someone coming out to change it but until then you're stuck." "Shit. Can't you change it yourself?" "Not at my age, kid," said Andy. "Feel free to do it if you want to." "I can't. I'm the chef. Peter?" he said, appealing to me. "I could, but it will still take time. How about I just deliver the order for you? It'll be easier." "Done," said Mike. "Here's the order and the address, the bill's in the pocket of the warmer. Don't forget to collect straightaway. If you give credit you never get paid and it's pretty hard to repossess a pizza." I grinned, took the order and departed. Arriving at the address I knocked on the door and yelled, "Pizza". A woman's voice called back. "Can you bring it in, please? We're in the room on the right." I shrugged, opened the wire door, the main door was already open and walked into the room on the right. I didn't say a damn thing for a moment after I walked in. I suspect that my face didn't show any reaction either. This was because I was too stunned to even blink for a few moments. Not that I'd have wanted to blink. If I had I might have missed seeing part of the display and that would have been a damned shame. Six, count them, six naked lovelies draped around the room, all of them showing off everything they had to its best advantage. Straightaway I knew that they weren't going to tip me, but I figured that in this particular case I wouldn't mind. After those first couple of seconds my mind started working again. I recognised Michelle first. She's an absolute honey. I was interested to note that she had a clean shave. The second young lady to fully register on me was Jenny. Her I knew very well, although it was a long time since I'd seen her naked. She's my younger sister, so I sort of just noted her and kept looking around. Recognising Michelle and Jenny, however, promptly brought the whole deal into focus. Jenny had mentioned that she was going to a pyjama party with the other soon to be ex-cheerleaders. With that much of a clue I was able to easily identify the other girls when I managed to lift my eyes to face level. Mind you, the girls weren't just sitting around letting me check them out. There'd been stunned silence when I walked in, and then pandemonium. Girls were squealing and trying to hide and frantically reaching for pyjamas, some putting them on and others just holding them in front as a shield. I found my voice. "Hi, Michelle," I said calmly. "I've got your pizza order. That'll be fifty one dollars, plus tip." Michelle was one of the girls trying to hide behind her pyjamas. She just looked at me and screamed for me to get out. I shrugged and spoke to Jenny. "Come on, Jenny, have your friends cough up. They did place the order, after all." Jenny just looked at me. She could see the evil smile that I was trying to hide and was not impressed. "If you'd care to wait by the front door, Peter, I'll get the money," she said. I nodded and returned to the front door. She came out shortly with the money. Fifty one dollars, exactly. "What, no tip?" I asked. This time it was Jenny who had an evil smile. "Of course you get a tip. Basically the tip is that you will wind up dead if you ever mention this to anyone." She then pushed me out of the door. I wondered how things were going inside. - - - I was home alone then Michelle fronted up the next afternoon. She was dressed to kill, and I suspect that I was her intended victim. She was wearing a boob tube and tight yoga pant. And I mean tight. Bought one size too small and then shrunk in the wash tight. I'm prepared to swear that she could wear a coat of paint that would give better coverage of her body. I showed her into the front room and waited, and she didn't beat about the bush. "What are you going to do about last night?" she demanded. "Didn't my sister tell you I'd keep my mouth shut," I asked pleasantly. Michelle shrugged. "I feel that I'm responsible as it was my house we were at. So I've come to find out what you intend to do." "Jenny's assurance not good enough?" I asked. "No," she said. "I don't trust you. You're going to want something. You're just biding your time." Her voice broke off and then started again, a lot more hesitantly. "What are you doing?" What I was doing was peeling her yoga pants down. Somehow, considering how tight the things were and how there'd been no visible panty line, I wasn't really surprised to find that there were no panties under them. Michelle just stood there staring as I lowered them, apparently not know how to react. I left her pants bunched around her knees and answered her question. "It seems to me that you're insulting my sister by not accepting her assurance that I wouldn't do anything to cause you trouble. You're also insulting me when you imply that I'm likely to try to blackmail you over the incident. As you're both insulting me and expecting to have to pay a price I've decided to let you pay one. Lift your arms." When she did I lifted her boob tube straight up. No bra. "I see you're a real two piece girl," I said. Michelle was starting to come out of her shock at finding me undressing her. "What are you doing?" she repeated, this time shrieking the query. "And what do you mean a two piece girl." "A two piece girl - one who wanders around in only two items of clothing. It lets them strip fast. And surely what I'm doing is obvious? I'm helping you strip." Michelle had one arm trying to cover her breasts while she was groping for her yoga pants with the other hand, presumably to pull them up. "Here, let me help," I said. Bending down I finished pushing her pants right down, lifting an ankle to help her step out of them. "I was trying to pull them up, not off, and you know it," she screamed at me. "I suppose this is your way of making me pay?" I grinned. Reaching over I cupped her mound and squeezed. "Don't be silly," I gently reprimanded her. "You came here dressed like that for one reason and one reason only, so don't go getting all coy on me now." "You, you. . ." She broke off, swallowed and tried again. "You have got to be joking. What the hell makes you think I came here to have sex? I just wanted to know what you're going to do?" Maybe and maybe not. One thing she had forgotten was to push my hand away from where I cupped her vulva. It felt nice, fitting my hand quite neatly. I reluctantly released her. "It doesn't really matter why you came, I guess. I'm about to give you my personal guarantee that I won't say a thing to anyone about that little incident. It was really quite hilarious when you stop to think about it." "It was not. It was horrible. Can I please get my clothes back on?" "No. Did any of you have your phones on, recording what happened?" Michelle's face went red. Funny that. My stripping her hadn't seemed to embarrass her but my guessing that the girls had been recording the incident did. "Um, you do realise that I wasn't recording anything as I was taken by surprise. You might inform the others that if any videos starring my sister get out I'll be very displeased." I saw it finally dawn on Michelle that I couldn't really say anything about the incident without also implicating my sister. I saw the relief cross her face. "You're can't really say anything, can you?" she said triumphantly. I gave her a mocking clap. Then I unzipped my trousers. "What are you doing?" she asked, yet again. "I'm undoing my trousers," I pointed out. "How the hell do you expect me to fuck you if I don't?" By then my erection was out and I was moving closer to her. "But I don't have to," Michelle protested. "I mean, I don't want to." "But you're going to," I said. "Consider it a penalty for being an idiot." I took her hand and drew her towards me. As soon as she was close enough I put her hand on my cock and slid my hands around her, closing them upon her bottom. Then I just held her like that, waiting to see what she'd do. She just stood there, clutching my cock tightly, looking confused. "I don't have to if I don't want to," she said rather desperately. "You can't make me." "Well I could, but I wouldn't," I said. "I've seen you do the splits out on the field. Can you do a vertical split?" "Of course I can," she said, sounding indignant that I might suspect otherwise. "Why?" "Show me." Michelle looked surprised for a moment, but then the current status of her attire came to mind and she reddened. "But I'm naked," she pointed out. "I'd be putting everything on display." "Not really," I said. "I'll be making sure you're properly covered." She blinked as she got my meaning and got even redder. "But I said no," she whispered. "Mmm. I heard you. But we both know you don't mean it. Do you need a hand lifting your leg?" The suggestion was apparently an insult. Michelle sniffed and took a small step back from me. I let her go. Then she smoothly transferred her weight to one foot and lifted the other vertically, one hand closing around her calf to help hold herself steady. She'd been one hundred percent correct about putting herself on display. I just stepped closer to her, put one hand on her back to help hold her steady and eased the tip of my erection up against her slit. Her eyes went wider as she felt me touching her there but she held both the splits and her tongue. I slid smoothly in, pushing in deep until my groin was pressed firmly against her pussy. My hands were on the cheeks of her bottom, holding her tight against me. "Have you ever been taken like this before?" I asked. Michelle was breathing deeply and all she did was shake her head. "Do you think you can hold that pose for the full length of time it takes for me to take you?" I got another shake of her head. "Want to try?" I asked softly. She bit her lip and then nodded. I started sliding gently in and out of her. She couldn't move with me, not standing in that position and she was soon sweating, trembling under my sensual assault, wanting desperately to move but unable. I kept it nice and slow, enjoying the feel of her as my cock sank deep into her, time and again. I just took my time, quite happy to prolong out enjoyment. Michelle was starting to mutter under her breath as I slowly ground away at her. Unfortunately, although expressed in a most heartfelt fashion, they were not exactly words of endearment she was showering upon me. I continued on my merry way, slowing occasionally if I thought things were proceeding too fast, but generally happy to keep going at the same lazy pace. I will admit that Michelle lasted longer than I expected. There was no real sign that she was reaching that stage. One moment she was holding her pose, whispering tender little curses to me, then her leg snapped down and wrapped around my waist. Her other leg promptly lifted off the ground and also wrapped around me while her arms went around my neck. With a few rudely explicit instructions as to what I should be doing Michelle pushed herself firmly against my slow moving cock. Not so slow moving now as Michelle set to work, arms and legs hard at work as she bounced against me. That was the beginning of the end. I already had Michelle so worked up that I as slightly surprised that she hadn't already climaxed. Personally, I'd been praying for strength to keep going. Now with Michelle turned into a frenetic banshee gyrating around my cock, I was a goner. Michelle found she was sitting on a geyser that just exploded straight up into her. This bothered her not one whit as she promptly exploded to keep me company. It was a source of amazement to me that we were actually still standing when we finally calmed down. I lowered Michelle onto a seat. The only reason she'd been standing was because she'd been clinging to me. After a while Michelle blinked and seemed to focus. I handed her her clothes and pointed her in the direction of the bathroom when she asked. Ten minutes later she came out, dressed and cleaned up. Bouncing and ready to go. She waved airily to me and headed out, mission accomplished. I wondered if she'd reassure the other girls that they had no need to worry about me blabbing. I hoped not. I'd much rather they came visiting so that I could gently reassure them, each and every one. As long as they didn't all come on the same day. That might be a bit much. Pizza Man Cometh *names have been changed to protect the innocent Maggie and Beth were sitting alone in their living room watching a bit of TV one night when they both decided that they were hungry. "Let's order a pizza!" Beth suggested. "Sounds good, from where?" Maggie asked. "I hear Dick's Pizza is pretty good. Fast delivery with huge pies and generous toppings." "What's the number? Isn't it something like 555-Dick or something similar?" "Yeah, give that one a try." "Um hi, Dick's? Yes, I'd like an extra large pepperoni. About 45 minutes? OK great!" Beth had just finished the order when she noticed that Maggie was watching something else on the television. Judging from the hair, the fashion sense, and the soundtrack, it was a porno from the 80's. "Where'd you get that?" asked Beth. "Found it in my dad's sock drawer," replied Maggie. They both burst out laughing at the absurdity. The title of the porno in question was The Pizza Man Cometh. It was one of those that tried to develop some semblance of plot and characters. Evidently these two coeds were sitting around bored and horny and had decided to have some fun with the pizza guy, hoping that the pizza guy was halfway cute and didn't have a pencil dick. "Let's watch some of it until the pizza guy gets here." Maggie said. "Fine with me." Neither woman had ever been with another woman before but they had each confessed to wanting to try the experience at least once. After watching a few minutes of the movie, the two of them were both really horny. The movie depicted the two coeds on screen engaging in lesbian activities such as pussy licking and deep, passionate kissing. It was definitely hot. Beth and Maggie looked at each other with intense yearning. Beth leaned over and gave Maggie a kiss on the cheek, then being bolder, kissed her on the mouth, shoving her tongue down Maggie's throat. They both moaned. They were both wearing tight miniskirts. Beth reached up Maggie's and began to finger her pussy as she kissed her deeply. Maggie moaned louder. Then Beth unbuttoned Maggie's blouse and cupped Maggie's left breast in her hand, squeezing gently, then flicking her nipple with her thumb. The nipple stood out , erect. The movie was now background noise as they had both forgotten about the onscreen action, only the cheesy 80s soundtrack broke through. The doorbell rang. "Shit! The pizza guy!" Maggie startled. "It's OK. Let's have some fun with this guy. Don't bother to button your blouse and answer the door." Maggie was obviously disheveled when she answered the door. " Did you order the extra large pepperoni?" the pizza guy asked. His name tag said Jonathan. "Um yes, we did. Care to come in?" "I'm really not supposed to." Maggie opened her blouse slightly and licked her lips. Maggie pointed at Beth, who was sitting on the couch showing her long, sexy legs. "But me and my friend are lonely and horny, I mean hungry!" Maggie laughed. Jonathan's face blushed at the slip. He had never found himself in a situation like this and figured it was too good to pass up. So he entered. Jonathan was still in his pizza man outfit when he set the pizza down on the table. He was quickly undressed by both Maggie and Beth. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was like a dream. Then Maggie and Beth undressed each other slowly and seductively as Jonathan stood and watched. They could tell he was liking what he saw by his nearly hard erection. They both had incredible bodies with curves in all the right places. They were built for sex. Then they noticed Jonathan's cock. It was huge and curved to the left with thick veins all over the shaft. The head was well defined. Both women couldn't help but to stare at it, transfixed. "Let's go to the bedroom." Beth said duskily. Once in the bedroom the women knelt down in front of Jonathan, who was standing at the edge of the bed. They both looked up at him with lust in their eyes, like they were ready to worship his cock. And worship it they did. They took turns sucking his cock for a while. One would lick his balls while the other one sucked then they would swap. Jonathan moaned in approval. Then one would suck on the head of his cock while the other one stroked the shaft. It was bliss. Then they both did the ultimate. One was on either side of his cock, their lips kissing the shaft. Then they both moved their lips up and down the shaft. Jonathan was in ecstasy. He thought he would come right there but instead thought of baseball. When they were done worshipping, Beth laid Maggie down on the bed behind them. Beth licked down Maggie's thigh until she reached Maggie's pussy. Beth then began to eat her pussy, licking up and down the lips, licking her clit. Then darting her tongue inside Maggie. Beth's ass was in the air while eating Maggie out. Jonathan knew what she wanted. Jonathan got up on the bed behind Beth then leaned down and started to eat her pussy. The two women were moaning , mad with pleasure. "I want you to fuck me with that cock!" Beth demanded. Jonathan grabbed his cock in his left hand and smacked Beth on the ass with his right. It left a red hand mark on her ass. He pushed the head in , teasing a bit at first, then pulled it out. It was wet with Beth's juices. Then he shoved it all the way in as Beth continued to eat Maggie's dripping-wet pussy. Beth let out a groan as Jonathan's cock penetrated all the way inside her. He looked down to see his engorged cock spreading apart Beth's pussy lips. The head was so big that it looked as though her pussy couldn't accommodate it, but it did after a bit of forcing in, it was definitely a tight fit. Jonathan continued pounding away inside of Beth, so much that she came within a few minutes. Maggie had already came several times. His balls were slapping against Beth's ass. Then Jonathan pulled his cock out and began rubbing the head on Beth's clit. She moaned loudly and came again. Jonathan felt that he was getting close. He put his cock back deep inside Beth and gave her another orgasm. Jonathan felt the cum rising up in his balls and making its way up his shaft. "I'm gonna cum." Both women knelt down in front of him as he spurted his load. His spunk went every where in majestic white jets. The cum landed on Beth and Maggie's face and mouths. Jonathan was screaming in pleasure. After what seemed like a minute, he had spent himself on them. They then both kissed each other, sharing Jonathan's cum, swapping it back and forth like manna from the gods. The three of them went back in to the living room and ate the now cold pizza. "I love it when life imitates art." Jonathan quipped. The three of them burst into laughter. Pizza Man Delivers My husband and I have lots of fantasies concerning sexual escapades, so one night we decided to act one out. We called one of the local pizza places, ordered up a super deluxe pizza to be delivered. Little did the delivery guy know that he was going to help us out by being the main character in one of our fantasies? I am somewhat of an exhibitionist and love to have people watch me while I masturbate. My husband loves to watch and have me put on shows for other men. We decided that he would wait in the kitchen when the pizza guy came. (Our kitchen was dark looking in but not looking out). While I waited I also turned down the lights and put a Lesbian movie in the VCR. When the doorbell rang I answered the door in my sheer black robe. The almost transparent material clung to every curve of my body and the subdued lighting from behind me highlighted the delicious features of my body. When I answered the door he just stood there not knowing what to say, as he looked me up and down. "That will be $15.89", he stuttered looking at me with a certain look in his eyes. I watched his face, then looked down to the front of his trousers where a very prominent bulge was rapidly rising. "Well" I said, "I will give you a tip if you could do me a favor." He just looked at me again and gave me what could be best described as a SEG (shit eating grin) "And what would that be" he inquired with a glint in his eye. I took the pizza from him and told him that my husband was out of town and I was real horny. The problem was that I needed to cum but couldn't unless someone watched me. Would he be so kind as to help me out? He nodded his head silently and reached down to the front of his pants to adjust his cock so it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. He said that he could stay for a few minutes but he had some other delivers to make. Breathing Heavily, I informed him that wouldn’t be long because I was so turned on and needed to cum real bad. . Taking his hand in mine, I led him into the living room and instructed him to sit down in a chair while I lay on the couch. All the while my husband is in the other room already masturbating. After sitting down, he noticed the movie I had playing He just smiled as I started to play with myself I could tell he was already getting quite a hard on. “ Go ahead and take it out. I know you want to”, I said as I lay down on the couch and pushed the material away from my drenched pussy. . I love the feel of my pussy when I am turned on and boy was I wet. I gave him quite a view as I pushed the material away I started by rubbing my pussy, giving him a good view of my wet clit. It was already sticking out from the folds at the top of my pussy and begging for some attention. I was already so turned on that the juices were flowing from inside me. As I started to massage my clit, rubbing it all over, I looked over and saw that he had pulled his cock free from his zipper and was stroking it gently with his hand. It looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick with a bulbous purple head at the tip. I knew that he was getting turned on, but still preoccupied. His eyes kept darting back and forth taking in the view. All the while he was watching me, looking at the movie and watching his watch. I, on the other hand, was getting wetter and wetter as I saw a telltale wetness appear at the tip of his engorged cock. I was so turned on knowing that he was getting excited and that my husband was in the next room getting a great show. I started out with just rubbing my pussy but then the eager to put something in me grew too a deep need. First one finger, then two, then three fingers sliding nicely into my soaking pussy. His breathing came heavier as his cock throbbed in the open air, his hips thrusting upwards with each stroke of his fingers and each push of my hand into my pussy. I banged myself even harder needing that release. My breathing became more rapid and ragged as my fingers flew across my clit, then in and out of my sopping hole. I tensed, my body starting to go rigid as I reached my climax… I yelled…. OHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAAA …IMMMMMM Cumming…as my hand was bathed in juices. When I was done I looked over at the pizza guy and saw fresh rivulets of cum running across his hand. We didn’t say anything… we didn’t have to. He just got up, said thanks and walked out the door while zipping up his fly. I looked into the kitchen and saw my hubby, cock out, and still stroking. My pussy was still flowing as I reached back down to finger my clit. He stiffened, eyes closed, and then gasped as several thick ropes of cum flew from his cock. Me, I just smiled, because I knew what was coming later that evening when he recovered. Pizza Man Got A Piece of Him I am 35 and single. The dating scene has been a fucking nightmare. I tried the Internet but ended with stalkers or women with so much baggage they needed an extra car to carry it around. Deciding it was best to just get to know me. I went out earlier getting a few porno flicks planning on jacking myself off until I couldn't stand up. Holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and my cock in the other, I began watching the movies. One nasty little bitches after another getting fucked. I was really into beating my meat when the doorbell rang. Who the hell could be here at this time of night, I thought? Slipping on my shorts, I went to the door to see a pizza delivery guy standing there. "Hey man I got your pizza that will be $11.45." He said and stared at me. He could not help but notice my cock was hard because the big purple head was peaking out of the top of my shorts. "Hey if you don't have the money we can work out a deal. What you watching over there? This is my last delivery for the night." I was damned near drunk and not sure what to say to this guy. He was about twenty-five years old, six feet tall, and firm from head to toe for a guy I guess he was sexy. What the fuck maybe we could fist fuck to these movies together. "I am watching porn flicks and drinking man you want a drink?" "Sure pour me one dude." He went over to the couch and made himself comfortable turning up the sound on the fuck flick. "Hurry man you are missing some good shit," he yelled into the kitchen. I walked back and plopped down on the couch to notice he had taken off his shirt and was just sitting in his shorts. "Hey my name is Brain." Looking at him I said, "I am Frank nice to meet you." I reached my hand out to shake his when I did his hand brushed the head of my cock that as still throbbing. It was just a mistake I was sure of it. This guy did not look gay and I knew I wasn't so I let it pass. We drank a bit more going through two more porn flicks. Putting the last tape in I really wasn't sure what it was about. The movie had something to do with escaped convicts probably raping women it was called "Men in Chains." Brian was well lit and not used to drinking a lot. I was a bit far-gone myself. I had been hoping this guy would pass out so I could fist fuck and get this load of come that was building in my sack. We watched the movie through half lidded eyes. Realizing it was a gay flick. Brian said, "Hey man check out the big cock on that dude." I nodded he was right the guy had a rock hard huge cock. The man with him was deep throating him. It must have been good they were both moaning then he shot his load down the guy's throat. The man didn't spit it out he swallowed the whole thing. Damn a wish to find a woman to do that. All the women I had spit or did not finish the job. Feeling my cock getting harder. I started stroking again through my pants the purple head peeking out even more. Brain looked over seeing my cock head deciding to stroke his own. I watched him for a minute when he leaned back pulling it the full way out he had a good eight inches compared to my ten. He said out of the blue "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have a dude suck your cock?" Now he was staring at my meat like it was a meal. I smiled and said "Hell after I just saw that guy take a load I would love to have my cock sucked that good." Brain bends over pulling my throbbing cock out and started licking me. Soon he was between my legs giving me the best blowjob I ever had "That's a good bitch, suck my cock. Damn you are one hell of a cock sucking bastard." "Your cock taste so good man this pre come is great. Stroke my cock while I suck you." I did not hesitate as I started rubbing his cock like I would be my own. He started fucking my fist really getting into it. I don't know what made me do it but I smacked his ass he really liked that. "Hey play with my ass hole it feels good when you get your ass hole fingered." I wasn't so sure about it until I felt my shorts being pulled off. Pushing my knees apart and lifting my legs, he started to tongue my ass hole. Brain was right it felt good having your ass reamed. Moaning loudly as I felt his tongue go deep into my ass while he stroked my cock. Not remembering how we ended in a sixty-nine but I spit on his ass and inserted my thumb. It was so hot and tight. Wanting to always try some anal on women but none ever wanted to do it because my dick was so big. Brain acted like he liked it. I pulled him up bending him over the couch. I spit on his ass and slowly pressed my monster head into his rosebud. He winced at first feeling the rim starting to loosen I shoved it all the way in. "Yes that feels so good fuck my ass, fuck me hard. Let me feel those big balls hit mine" I pumped in and out of his ass slowly but the tight hotness of his hole was too much. I went faster reaching around to fist his cock. Brain was moaning telling me he was about too come. "No, you can't come until I tell you. Right now you are my little bitch when you come I want to see it." He seemed to like the sub position and I kept pounding his ass. I yelled out ,"I am going to fill your ass with my load of come. Here it comes you tight ass bastard" Grunting loudly pumping him full of my hot jism. He loved every minute of it. I pulled my cock out of his now stretched ass and watched the overflow dribble out. Turning him over taking his cock deep in my mouth. Damn cock does feel good in your mouth. Hot smooth hard and throbbing I reached to grab Brains balls that had grown tight letting me know he was about to unload his come in my mouth. One, two, three more, sucks pumping deep strokes, feeling his balls tighten. Then he cut loose shooting the salty sweetness into my mouth. I guzzled it all down not wasting a drop. Sitting on the couch not believing what I had just done. Brain smiled saying he had to get home to his wife. "Maybe we can meet up once in a while," he said with a hopeful smile. I nodded in agreement and he left. I hope to one day find a woman or maybe not, that will suck my cock as good as Brain did.