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Pizza

By: dirtydeeds1001



Chapter 1:

It was a compromising position to say the least. Big Mama burst through the door and looking onto my and the waiter’s situation began ranting and raving:

“This is a place of business,” She screamed. “I cannot have my head waiter and my delivery girl spending all their time out here fondling each other!”

She sighed. “Girl… Pizza! Go!”

And with that she shoved a pizza into my hands and walked out of our previously secluded back alley. I knew my job and right now that meant delivering the pizzas – even though I was so horny that even my gear-stick looks attractive.

I’m driving along and keep thinking of my waiter, of his hands and his lips all over my body. My hands trail down my pants as I reach a traffic light. I think more and more about the waiter’s mouth suckling on my breasts – his tongue sliding around my nipple teasing my nipple.

I mentally feel his erection against my thigh, and I think of reaching down and sucking at his hard…

“BEEP!” I am rudely awaken from my wet dream. I drive off feeling a little embarrassed about the pile-up of cars behind me.

When I reach the destination I am surprised that the pizza is still hot, what doesn’t surprise me is that I’m even hotter. My nipples are hard and my underwear are dripping wet.

I ring the bell. A middle-aged man of good build, but it is hidden behind his dirty sleeveless t-shirt, answers the door.

“Wow.” He says, “Pizza has never been so kind to me.”

“It comes to $17.50, plus a delivery charge of $2.” I say

“Let me go and get my money. Come in and make yourself comfortable.”

I enter the room. It is littered with old beer cans. A large single couch is in the centre of the room and a TV directly opposite it. I sit down and watch the video. 

It is a scene in a roof-top restaurant that is empty, except for the manager and a guest.

“I want what isn’t on the menu.” says the actress.

“I do have one speciality.” Says the manager. “It is lucky that we are alone. I can give you today’s special.”

And with that the camera zooms into his tongue gently lacing up and down on the actress’ pussy.

I am incredibly hot now and with out realising it I have my hands in my pants as the man with the money returns to me.

“It’s never as good when you do that by yourself.” He says, making his way over to my position on the couch. He undoes my fly and helps me wriggle out of my pants.

I am still watching the porn, too caught up to look on anywhere else. He places his warm tongue on my cunt and starts lapping me up like a dog. I feel my body start rocking with his rough tongue. It dances and flicks over my clit. I feel him open me, drinking at my juices.

“Stop.” I say, “It’s changing.”

“Surely I should pay for your services.” Says the actress reaching at manager’s now bulging pants. She doesn’t bother taking the whole pants off, but rather just unzips his fly and begins to suck at the cock that she exposes.

“So,” says Mr Goodhead, smiling from ear to ear. “Do I also get the house special.”

He slides his cock into my willing mouth and I gladly suck it. As he fucks my mouth he rubs my breasts and I feel greedy to make him cum in my mouth. I think he does too, because moves his hands from my breast to the back of my head and help me pump his throbbing cock.

“Any room for dessert?” a puffed manager asks the actress.

She takes his cock from her mouth

“Oh, I always have room for dessert.” She says, standing up and leaning against a chair, pulling her skirt to her waist. She leans against the chair as the manager inserts his large dick into her from behind.

Mr Goodhead takes his cock from out of my mouth and turn around so that I am holding onto the chair with my ass sticking into the air.

“I didn’t think a night in would ever be so fun.” He says as he slides his large dick into my wet cunt. “I’m glad you’re such a good chick. I’ve always wanted to fuck to porn.” I look to the wall behind the chair and see a mirror. I can still see the porn. But, right now, I don’t need to. My own porn industry is going on right in my own pussy. 

The first strokes are smooth and long. I can feel him fill up my whole cunt with his big dick. Then the fucking starts. He jerks his power into me, wearing at my walls. A finger is placed on my clit. He flicks it as he continues to power inside me with hard, strong, fast strokes and I can do nothing but scream and moan in unison with the actress onscreen. His strokes become more vigorous and fast. Each time he furthers himself deeper into me, harder into me. Everything becomes a blur in my orgasm

“They (They)… All(All)… Cum (cum)… For (for)… Me (Me!)” Mr Goodhead and the manager say in unison as they pump their respectful guests with their juices in long hard strokes.

He cums inside me. My orgasm is so intense that my body is shaking. He keeps his cock inside me and carefully rubs my clit, kissing my back at the same time.

I think he is probably the best fuck I’ve ever had. I rest their for a moment and think of going again, but a bad reminder pops into my head: Big Mama!

I race out the door, grabbing the money and my pants on the way.

Big Mama is furious. I tell her I got lost, that I got stopped by a policeman having a bad day, that there was traffic.

She scowls handing me a huge load up of pizzas. I deliver them all as quickly as possible. Nothing interesting here as before: just the usual dad, mum and two kids scenario. At least they tip well.

I head back to Big Mama.

“Another Pizza to the same address.” She says, “don’t get lost!”

I smile at the address and grab the pizza. “There is still traffic that way.” I scream out the door and am gone before she can reply.

I race all the way - thinking of that big dick fucking me again. Only I go a little too fast and a police officer pulls me over.

He leans in the window, his eyes looking down at my breast.

“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” He asks me

“No,” I reply honestly.

“well, it was quite a bit over the speed limit… and ah…” he stops talking cause I have taken off my top.

“Oh,” I say with mock surprise in my face, “I like it fast.”

“Excuse me ma’am, would you please put your clothes back on.”

“Are you sure you want me to?” I ask, “Only I’m so hot and horny, and my breasts are so tender…”

I can see the bulge in his pants and I lean out of my window, and undo his fly with my teeth, taking his cock in my mouth.

“I guess seeing as there is no one out here on these roads, that there is no real trouble for you to be speeding. Besides I like it fast too, but I like your breasts more.”

He bends down and adjusts the seat so that it is now horizontal to the ground. My bra is now off on I can feel him fondling my breasts with his hand. He sucks the nipple lightly, almost like he is afraid they might break. I take his dick into my hand and rub it till it’s hard.

“Have you ever been breast fucked before?” He asks. I plead my ignorance and he tells me to squeeze my breast around his dick. I do as he asks and he seems to go wild fucking my chest. Unfortunately, although he is getting a great deal of pleasure out of this, I am not. I try to touch his dick with my tongue and succeed only just. But it is great fun and I flick my tongue quickly over the tip of his dick.

He must get my point because he uses my open mouth as an opportunity to enter.

Now, I’m happy. His throbbing dick plunges in and out of my welcoming mouth. I can feel he is on the verge of cumming and so I suck harder. I suck and suck until I feel the sticky mess running down my throat. 

As I am lapping him up I hear him:

“So, you’re a pizza girl? Is this part of the service? I’m off duty tomorrow. Do you mind if I order a pizza?”

“Only if you bring the batton.” I say looking at his dick, still wet with his own cum.

I start the engine once more and head for Mr Goodhead.



stay tuned for chapter 2

Pizza



Wearing only her thin black leather O-ring collar and her favorite black crotchless panties, she crawled into the den. Although I noticed her entry at the edge of My peripheral vision, I continued scrawling notes concerning the redesign of a friend's Web site, glancing back and forth between the screen of the laptop and the nearly-full page of the legal pad. 

For quite some time, she knelt beside My chair, her back slightly arced to make her breasts more prominent, her wrists crossed behind her waist similar to soldier at parade-rest, her knees spread to about shoulder-width. This was not a "natural" position for her, and had taken some time for her to internalize. In recognition of her personal achievement, I petted her head as if she were a young puppy, then retracted My hand and renewed My focus on the redesign. 

At last, the initial note-taking phase completed, I slid back My chair and turned to truly greet my young slave. She looked up at Me with loving eyes, baring her soul to Me in the same way as she bared her body to My scrutiny. When she had first learned of My "darker passions," she was intrigued, but stated that she could never be able to bare herself to anyone outside a purely sexual situation. 

How far she has come!!! she will sometimes go several days without wearing a single article of clothing - just the collar. However, out of recognition for her perfect obedience for the past week, she was permitted today to wear crotchless panties - this allowed her the feeling of wearing something while still allowing Me complete access to her most intimate treasure. 

I parted My legs, and she instinctively crawled into the newly-created space. With a sweet smile, she caressed My thighs while looking up at Me, her eyes continuing to show Me the trust and devotion and love within. As her hands slowly worked up My stomach, I began to wonder what her motive was in coming to Me at this time. 

"Would You like to eat, Master?" she asked softly. Subconsciously, she retracted a hand to move aside a few strands of her shoulder-length fire-red hair which had fallen across her left eye. 

I glanced at the clock across the den atop a bookcase. It was definitely past our usual dinnertime, which took Me by surprise. The initial note-taking on My friend's Web site obviously took longer than I had anticipated. 

Returning My attention to the beautiful siren between My legs, I caressed her face with both hands, even as she moved her hands down My stomach and around and around My growing erection. It was clear that she wanted to stroke the hardening flesh through My jeans, but she was still not comfortable with first asking for permission - an area where she needed to improve, but in her own time. 

"Perhaps pizza tonight, little one?" her smile was all the answer I needed, but she quickly added, "Yes, Sir, please!!!" 

"The usual?" 

"Yes, Master!!!" 

"Would you care for an appetizer while I order?" 

"Yes, Master. May I please suck Your cock?" 

That sounded a little more "natural" than usual, although she still needed to learn to ask of her own initiative. "you may, little one." 

her technique was nice, well-practiced, and non-intrusive. While I turned back to the laptop to order online, she deftly unzipped My jeans, reached inside My briefs, and withdrew My hardened organ, all in a manner which did not disrupt My attention as I ordered dinner. she thoughtfully only stroked My hardness until I had finalized and sent the order; only then did she take Me into her tiny mouth. 

The feeling of her oral cavity was perhaps even better than before. she had once admitted enjoying giving oral sex because it thrilled her deeply to know that she could cause such pleasure for someone. On this particular occasion, she was truly getting into the act, her fingers wrapped snugly around the base while her tongue darted about so quickly that I could have easily thought she had a quartet of butterflies in her mouth. her head bobbed quickly, and I could feel the back of her throat ever so briefly before her head retracted and prepared for the next lunge. 

I sank back in the chair, enjoying her expertise, knowing that if I let her work too long, I would erupt inside her mouth, which was not part of My plan that evening. 

"Time out," I noted a little breathlessly. "Go get dressed so that you can answer the door when the pizza arrives." 

Reluctantly, she backed away from me, her lips and fingers retaining contact as long as possible. "Yes, Master." With that, she turned and crawled away, just as the New E-mail sound chimed from the laptop. When I checked it, I saw it was the expected order confirmation for the pizza. 

While My loving slave was absent, I checked Literotica.com, hoping to find a new story by My favorite author, Yui; unfortunately, only the same excellent tales were listed for her, but I clicked on My favorite one nonetheless and began to read while I awaited My fiancée's return. 

Once again, Yui's writing style drew Me in so deeply that I did not hear or see my beautiful siren return. Only her touch upon My knee alerted Me to her presence. 

"May i continue, Master?" 

At My nod, she resumed her work, My erection never having faded due to Yui's masterful writing. I glanced at the clock, calculating how much time has passed and how much time remained before the pizza is delivered. 

With a sudden violence, I shoved My lover to her back on the floor. she looked up at Me, obviously bewildered, clearly trying to determine what she had done wrong to anger Me. her expression of disbelief quickly transformed, however, once I knelt between her thighs and pushed up the black skirt she had chosen. 

she groaned loudly as I slipped through the intended slit in her panties and entered her velvety wetness, sheathing Myself in her warmth. she was already quite wet, although I was unsure whether her condition was simply from her enjoyment of giving oral sex or because she had illegally touched herself while dressing. In either case, her copious discharge made the initial entry quite smooth and easy, allowing Me to bury My manhood practically to the hilt with the initial thrust. 

Bending over her, I grabbed the young slave's shoulders and felt her legs wrap around My waist like a vice. her hands grabbed My back, her fingernails curled into My skin despite the thin gray shirt I wore. I dropped My head to give her lips a brief, loving kiss. 

Then it was simply a fast, furious, vicious, primal fuck, until I rapidly withdrew and launched My seed upon her black skirt and blouse. 

Moments later, the doorbell sounded. Looking down at her, she truly looked like she had just been royally, thoroughly, brutally fucked. I could smell the thick essence of sex in the den, and knew that the scent would follow her. 

"Go get the pizza. Give the delivery guy a nice tip." 

her eyes opened wide, and for a moment, I honestly thought she would invoke her safeword. But instead, she rolled to her front and began to crawl. 

"You may walk. Don't leave him waiting too long." 

her chest still heaving from the hard fuck, she scrambled to her feet and walked quickly out of the den while I redressed Myself. Turning My attention back to the laptop, I put the iBook into Sleep Mode, setting Yui's tale aside to be finished later. 

When I finally made My appearance in the dining room, the Barbecue Chicken and Bacon pizza had already been served on two plates, with coffee brewing in the kitchen and two mugs awaiting on the table. The white, drying streaks upon her black clothing were unmistakable, and only a prepubescent child would not know what they signified. But before I could ask about the delivery guy's reaction, she blurted to Me:

"Her name is Nancy, and she said she's jealous. She'll be working this shift tomorrow as well and hopes we'll order again!!!" 



Pizza



It was Saturday, alone. There was nothing going on but the sickening sight of Big Brother torturing 8 house mates over a glass of water or so it seemed. This intellectual exercise was going way over my head and I was in desperate need of something a little more down to earth. But what is more down to earth than a pizza and a porno flick? Ah, yes! But what... but what do I want on the pizza? Pineapple? Mushroom? Sweetcorn? HA! HA! I'll get all three - Pineapple! Mushroom! & Sweetcorn! Better yet, I'll get everything - the works!

With shaking hands and trembling fingers, I picked up the telephone and triumphantly placed my order: "Three pizzas - the works and a six pack of diet irn-bru." I impatiently waited for my gourmet feast to arrive.

Needless to say, by the time the doorbell rang, I was hungry and horny. I had popped in the video and Ron Jeremy was already fucking uber-BBW Star Melonie Anton on a couch; his huge cock and her massive tits (and belly) vying for 1st prize in what would fill the screen first.

The doorbell rang. I lethargically lifted my body from my couch and slowly, coolly, walked to the door. (Mustn't let on any show of anticipation to those pimple faced, lecherous pizza boys.) I methodically opened the door. My jaw dropped. My stomach wriggled. My words unconsciously slurred.

"Pizza!" she said.

She! Yes! She! This was no pizza boy! No! This was a woman! And what a woman!

"Pizza!!" she said, a bit impatiently, again.

"PPPllease cccome in." I, through my extreme nervousness (it took all my conscious effort), calmly directed her into the living room and motioned toward the couch. She, without a bit of hesitation, without a bit of surprise - almost as if this was a regular occurrence during her nocturnal pizza travels - plopped herself down, opened a box of pizza and enthusiastically began to feed.

As she sat on the couch, I quietly sneaked into the kitchen, out of reach of her unsuspecting eyes. There I could get a better look at her features. She was big - about size 22 (UK), blue eyed, and wore her hair in two tight pigtails, like a hefty farm girl, innocent to the ways of the world. She was, naturally, double chinned and her large, plump, rotund breasts must have weighed at least 15 pounds each. Her attire was the routine "pizza" blue and red. To be honest, her whole appearance was that of excess. But though, I must add, her physical appearance appealed to me, it was the way she carried herself. The way she ate pizza, for instance. She grabbed the disc with both hands, unafraid of getting her palms greasy or oily. Then in laser-like succession, she would sink her teeth into a slice, devouring half of it in one mountainous bite. After finishing off a piece, she would coolly wipe her sauce-stained mouth with the back of her fleshy right hand and then continue on. She did this with twenty slices.

I stared, lost in the rapture and passion of the moment. It was truly love at first sight.

I came to my senses and walked back into the living room. The video was still playing. I looked intently into her eyes. No words were spoken. She knew my desires.

"Want some?" she indifferently asked.

There were four slices left in the third, and final, box. It was not pizza I wanted.

"NNNoo, III'mm really not hungry. Shouldn't you be getting back?" This was only a formality. I thought it should be mentioned.

"You want me to leave?"

She read my mind, "No... No!"

"Well let's put on some music!" she replied. She got up from the couch, turned off the tube, and went headfirst towards the record collection. CDs' were subsequently strewn across the floor. She found she wanted.

She awkwardly removed her top to reveal at least a 54G bra which, with difficulty, contained two titanium-sized melons. She began to dance. Her stomach wriggled with each gyration, moving with the elegance of a ballerina. She continued this sensual writhing. Plump hands being lifted over her head, to the left, to the right, then her whole big body bending forward! For at least fifteen minutes she continued, and then her jeans fell heavily to the floor. Heavily, I might add, but it was such a fluid motion, it seemed an essential part of the dance. All she had on where her panties and bra. Her oversized saddlebag ass now joined her oversized balloon orbs in the elegant bouncing and swaying. She then, without warning, did fifteen jumping jacks. The fat shook. The walls shook. The room shook. The vibrations of ecstasy...

I, by this point, was in heat. I had the most massive hard-on and was all but ready to explode. She noticed my fevered state.

"Was' a' matter, big boy?" she laughed. Her double chin now bouncing incomplete rhythmic synchronization with her breasts and buttocks.

I lost control. I fell to the floor and wrapped my wanton arms around her sequoia-like thighs.

"I know I am nothing! But if you have any mercy at all, you'll show me some meaty passion! I can't go on much longer!" Why I said those exact words, I'll never know. However, you know how it is during the heights of ecstasy.

Anyway, she understood, and seeing the pitiful puppy dog expression in my eyes, she took my hand and led me to the couch. She sat me down on the chair and proceeded to remove her bra and panties. Her breasts were larger than ever, at least 15 pound each. Her nipples were the size of a bologna slice. She grabbed me head and massaged it between her fleshy orbs. The sensations of the flabby walls of breast fat rubbing up against both my sensitive cheeks almost sent me out of control. How I somehow managed to sustain control, I'll never know. I was unequivocally in heaven.

After this lesson in sexuality, she grabbed my penis and - how can I describe it - well, she sort of rolled it up and down in her belly fat and implored me to, in her words, "Fuck my fat!" It felt so good that I decided to 'go with the flow'.

What transpired next is still a haze to me to this very day. It seems I was so completely immersed in the intense pleasure of the moment, I sincerely believe I left my physical body and entered some supreme spiritual state (I came six times!). I do vaguely recall, however, removing my penis from her fantastic rolls and inserting it into her massive love tunnel. After numerous earthshaking orgasms, everything after that moment, unfortunately, is a complete blank.

When I finally awoke from my 'passion stupor', it was 3am. I quickly jumped to my feet and desperately searched, hoping to find... But it was too late. The pizza was gone. The diet coke was gone. She was gone. All that was left was a food-stained note taped to the refrigerator door. It read:

"Thanks for the pizza and the sausage."

I sadly opened the refrigerator door. It was empty. Everything was gone. I walked back to the couch. The house mates were walking over hot-coals for a glass of water. 



Pizza!



Author's note: Mostly true, the situation changed a bit to spice things up. While I didn't sleep with "Kathy's" mom (not for lack of desire, she was hotter than "Kathy"!), the motel event did actually happen.

Enjoy! 

*

It was the early 1990's and I was 33, stationed in Savannah, Georgia. I'd been there for about four months and got a part-time job delivering pizzas, figuring that the extra cash would help and the time spent working would keep me out of the bars and out of trouble.

Kathy, my new girlfriend, worked there also. She worked at the same pizza store and we'd been dating for two months. Kathy was a 24 year old short little hottie with huge boobs, but not especially pretty. What she lacked in looks, though, she more than made up in body and personality. It was always great to hang out with her. We were about to take the next step in our relationship, meeting her parents, the next day. I hoped that hurdle was the last before I got into her pants.

It was a Thursday night, and the following day was a training holiday (ie, day off for you non-military types), so I volunteered to work the closing shift. It was about three minutes to closing and I had already cashed out when the phone rang. I gave Gary, the manager, a disgruntled look as he reached for the phone to take the order.

"C'mon, man," I pleaded, "you can ignore it this one time. I'm ready to go home."

Gary gave me a stern look and picked up the phone. "Thank you for calling [big pizza chain with mafioso overtones], may I take your order?"

I saw him jot down the order (yeah, no computers then) and I started making the pizza even before he hung up. After he did, I glanced up at the clock: 11:02 PM.

"You realize that I'm off, right?" I said.

"Just pay for the order with your tips and go home after the delivery," he replied. "If they stiff you, I'll reimburse you tomorrow."

I checked the address. It was in "The Hood" as we called it. There were several places in Savannah that a pizza guy, especially a skinny white one like me, had to keep his head on a swivel or else someone would liberate all his cash, accompanied by bruises or some cuts. We'd had two drivers robbed in the last six months and normally Leon, a massively-built black guy that nobody messed with, delivered to this area. The irony was that for all his mean looks, Leon was probably the nicest guy anyone would ever have the pleasure of meeting. Unfortunately for me, he was off that night to study for finals at the college he was attending. I was going to have to make the delivery.

Twenty minutes later, I nervously walked up with the small cheese pizza and twenty-ounce coke in hand. The delivery address was a sleazy motel that I'd never delivered to before. I knocked on the door to room 3 and waited. It was on the ground floor and I was angled so that if the door opened and I saw a knife or a gun, I could drop the food and make a break for it.

When the door opened, I was more surprised than if there HAD been a knife or gun sticking in my face. The woman that answered the door was probably in her mid to late 50's with salt-and-pepper hair cut into a bob. I could see that life hadn't been kind to her, and her face showed years of hard living. She was a few inches shorter than me and a bit on the thin side. The truly surprising part was that she was wearing a full-length nightgown that was completely see-through.

Her tits were small and kind of flabby, and she had the "old lady pooch" of a belly. Other than that, however, she wasn't too bad to look at. She had nice legs.

"Uh....pizza!" I stammered, averting my stare and looking past her and into the motel room instead. I noticed that there wasn't a single light on in there.

She turned and walked to the back of the motel room, leaving the door wide open. With her back to me, I noticed that she had a really nice ass. She pulled some cash from her purse, then turned around and stood there as if she wanted me to come into the room.

I'm a Star Wars geek. I wasn't surprised to hear Admiral Ackbar's voice saying "It's a trap!" in the back of my mind, so I wasn't planning on walking into that room. I shoved the pizza box out in front of me and repeated, "Pizza."

She gave me an exasperated look and simply stuck her hand with the money out. I glanced around the dark room and didn't see anyone, so I gathered up my courage and walked into the room over to her. I took the cash and set the pizza and soda down on the desk next to her purse. I thanked her as I started to walk out, but I made the mistake of looking into her eyes.

The second my eyes met hers, I knew I was going to fuck her. I could see it in her eyes...pleading, yet triumphant. The sexual connection between us was such a shock that I stumbled and almost fell. As I regained my composure, she had walked over and closed the door. It was almost pitch black, the only light coming around the edges of the curtain from the streetlights outside.

My breathing was rapid as she walked up to me, then I felt her slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. Nimble fingers unbuckled my pants, unzipped my jeans, and fished my half-hard dick out of my pants. The sensation of her wet, soft lips sliding down the head of my dick was exquisite. I'm sure that the situation heightened my senses...the dark, the mysterious woman, and all that, but she had the best mouth that ever covered my dick.

I felt the head of my cock nudge against the back of her throat, then her mouth slowly slide off it. Her tongue ran itself around my cockhead before the whole length disappeared back into her talented mouth. One of her hands caressed my balls while the other ran itself up and down my belly under my shirt.

She was mewling softly as she hungrily sucked my dick faster and harder. I knew it t wouldn't be long before my dick would explode in her mouth, and I told her, "Jesus, lady, you're going to make me cum!"

She yanked her mouth off of me. "No!" she said in a loud whisper. "I need to get fucked hard." She stood up, and in the dim light I saw her turn around, bend over the bed, and gathered her nightgown up around her hips. "Fuck me in the ass!" she commanded.

I was definitely wet enough from her mouth. I moved behind her, lined up my dick with her asshole, and slowly started pushing myself into her.

She obviously didn't want gentle. She slammed her ass back into me and my cock slid smoothly deep into her ass. I heard her gasp in pain, but she didn't pull away.

I immediately started to pump my cock in and out of her, but she hissed "Wait....wait..." It was difficult to keep from moving, to keep from twitching my hips and making my throbbing cock move inside her hot, tight ass. I was just about to give up and start fucking her hard when I felt her relax around my cock and heard her say, "Fuck me hard, honey."

My hands grabbed her hips and I started pounding into her with abandon. With every thrust, she grunted in pain/pleasure. My thighs slapped loudly against the back of hers. I felt her hand brush across mine as it shoved it's way beneath her, her fingers search for and finding her clit. She stroked it madly as I frantically fucked her.

"Unnngh....oh.....OH........YESSSSSSSS," she moaned. I could feel her asshole convulse around my pistoning cock as her fingers brought her over the edge to orgasm. It brought me to the brink.

"Fuck, baby!" I grunted as my cock throbbed deep into her ass. My cum exploded into her, filling her ass with sticky wet heat. It felt like it went on forever as she massaged me with the muscles in her ass.

Eventually I collapsed on top of her, exhausted. Even though it was short, I put all my energy into fucking her ass and it left me drained. My dick slowly deflated inside her, then popped out with a rush of my juices.

I slowly rolled off of her. As I laid there and caught my breath, I felt her stand. A moment later, the light in the bathroom came on and I heard water running. I watched as she came back from the bathroom, a washcloth in hand. Climbing on the bed next to me, she gently washed my dick with the washcloth, then tossed it on the floor and laid down next to me.

"Is there more?" she asked, softly. There was a hint of a smile in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am...uh, what's your name, anyway?" I asked.

"Wanda," she replied as she laid back on the bed.

"Nice to meet you, Wanda," I said, rolling over onto my stomach next to her. I kissed a trail from her neck to her chest, ending up with one of her nipples between my lips. I licked it gently, then softly sucked it into my mouth.

"Ohhhh," Wanda moaned. In the dim light from the bathroom, I could see her hand slip between her thighs again. She slowly stroked herself as I paid attention to one nipple, then the other.

As I said before, she had small, kind of flabby tits. It was obvious that they were sensitive, however, as she arched her chest up and pulled my head against her breast tightly with her other hand.

"You can bite a bit," she whispered. My teeth instantly grabbed the nipple and gave it a quick, sharp bite. She rewarded me with a gasp followed by a long moan.

As I alternately sucked and bit her nipples, my hand slid down her belly and pulled hers out of the way. My fingers found her sopping wet pussy, and I quickly found the engorged nub of her clit. I bit down fairly hard on a nipple as I forcefully rubbed her clit. She gave out a cry, but didn't pull me off of either. The rougher I was, the more she moaned.

"God, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me now!"

I pulled my mouth from her tit. "Are you in a rush?" I asked.

"Yes....no.....I don't know....God, put your dick in me, please," she begged.

I bounced up and slid between her legs. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lined up my dick with her pussy and shoved. She was sopping wet, and my dick slid effortlessly into her. She wasn't very tight, but the heat radiating onto my dick and the warm wetness of her pussy was intense.

I had thoughts of making love to this woman, fucking her long and slow, making her cum again and again. However, I was so turned on that I immediately started pounding her hard. I was immediately rewarded when she came again, scratching my back with her nails and slamming her crotch up to me in time with my thrusts.

I continued pounding into her pussy. Her pure lust had turned me into a raging animal desperate to mate. I was fucking her hard, feeling like an 18 year old with limitless energy and stamina. I wanted to cum, cum deep into her incredibly wet pussy and fill it with my seed.

I heard her gasp another orgasm and dimly felt her fingernails pull more furrows into my back. I slammed into her deep and hard and held myself there as my cum boiled out of my balls and sprayed deep inside her. I came so hard that it made me shake.

Suddenly, my body reminded me that I wasn't actually an 18 year old with limitless stamina. Drained, my quivering hands released her thighs and I slowly collapsed on top of her. Gasping for air, I felt her pussy give a few more soft contractions.

"Uh...." she said, her voice shaky, "you're heavy."

"Sorry," I mumbled, using my last bit of strength to roll off of her. She immediately rolled onto her side, her head cradled in the crook of my shoulder.

Silently, we laid there together, both of our chests heaving. When I caught my breath, I gently started to pull myself away from her.

"No.....please stay," she said. "Stay with me tonight."

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't have to work tomorrow, and I wasn't supposed to meet Kathy until the afternoon. "Okay," I said. I felt her relax against me, one arm tossed across me almost possessively.

I don't know which one of us fell asleep first. When I woke up, both of us were on our sides and I was pressed up against her from behind. I had a hand full of one of her tits.

While she softly snored, I untangled myself from her, got up, and did my morning bathroom routine. Seeing the motel had a coffee maker in the room, I made a pot. The smell must have woken her up.

"Good morning," she said from under the covers. "Did you make coffee?"

"Yes," I smiled back. I poured her a cup ("one sugar") and brought it over to her.

"Do you know when the last time a man brought me coffee in bed was?" she asked.

"Seeing as how I just met you last night, no," I laughed.

"It's probably been decades," she said, taking a sip from her cup.

I raised my coffee cup in salute to her. "Here's to the next time being less than a decade," I said.

Both of us lit up a cigarette and she gave me her story as we drank coffee and smoked. It turned out that she was married with an adult daughter that lived at home with them. Her husband wasn't all that spectacular...overweight, overbearing, and she hadn't had sex in a long time.

"So, do you do this often?" I asked.

She blushed. "No, this is the first time. I've been thinking about doing it for years, but I finally worked up the courage."

"This is probably the wrong part of town to pick up strange guys," I said. "You could have gotten robbed, or worse."

She nodded. "I know," she said," but I didn't want to have an affair, I just wanted to feel like a desirable woman again. I needed it so bad that I wasn't thinking straight."

"So how did you get out of the house without your husband knowing?" I said, curious.

"I'm supposed to be visiting my sister in Rincon," she replied. "They don't get along, so he'd never call to check up on me." As she talked, her hand moved between us and gently grabbed my dick. It instantly sprang into full hardness.

I set my coffee down and leaned over her. I kissed her, a full lover's kiss that spoke of the desire that she was causing in me. She responded, pulling me down on top of her.

I made the slow, sweet love to her that I had intended to last night, then left her basking in the afterglow as I went home. On the way out, I grinned at the unopened pizza box on the desk.

When I got home, there was a message on my answering machine from Kathy, reminding me that I was supposed to meet her parents that evening. Honestly, I did feel a bit bad about the spending the night with Wanda the day before meeting my girlfriend's parents, but I rationalized it as just a one-time thing. She needed it, and I definitely enjoyed it, but it wouldn't happen again.

I did some stuff around the house during the day, then about 4PM I took a shower, dressed in "meet the parents" clothes, and headed over to Kathy's house. She answered the door and let me in, leading me to the living room. Her father sat on the couch, engrossed in some show or other on TV.

There was an immediate dislike between us. He'd spent some time in the military, having been drafted in the 60's and thought he knew everything there was to know from his short term of service. After about 20 minutes, I gave up trying to correct his misconceptions about military life and gave Kathy a pleading look: Get me out of here.

Kathy asked me to help her in the kitchen. Once in there, she said, "Dad will probably take getting used to."

"No kidding," I said. She seemed a bit irked when I rolled my eyes. 

Where's your mom?" I asked, sneaking a slice from the carrot she was slicing up.

"Oh, she went to visit her sister yesterday," Kathy replied. "She should be home any minute."

Something twigged my memory, but I couldn't put a finger on it. Stealing a second slice, I asked, "Oh? Where's her sister live?"

"Rincon," Kathy said. The sound of the front door opening and closing carried over the TV's volume. "That's probably her."

"Mom! We're in the kitchen!" she called out. She completely missed my choking on the slice of carrot. I managed to cover it. Surely, it couldn't be.....

The color drained out of Wanda's face as she saw me standing next to Kathy. She didn't recover as quickly as I had, and Kathy had to ask her, "Mom...are you alright?"

Wanda nodded. "I'm fine, Kathy," she replied, her voice strangled. 

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," I said. I acted like I hadn't just pounded her pussy, fucked her asshole, and filled her with load after load of cum the night before. She shook my hand, then quickly left the kitchen.

Dinner went fairly well, if you exclude Kathy's father being an ass the whole time. Wanda was quiet at first, but when she realized that I had every intention of keeping our secret, she opened up some and by the time dinner was over she was fairly chatty.

After dinner, I really didn't feel like sticking around and visiting any more with her folks. I really disliked her father, and I was afraid that either Wanda or I would let something incriminating slip. I suggested that Kathy and I go see a movie and we left. Wanda was smiling as we left, giving me a big hug.

As we drove to the theater, Kathy said, "I'm sorry about Dad acting the way he did. He's always like that, unfortunately. But, at least Mom really liked you."

"Imagine that," I said, smiling inwardly.

Kathy snuggled up against me. "Yep. She even told me that you were a keeper."

Smiling, I figured I knew exactly why she'd say that.



Pizza and a Peek



Jack knew exactly where he got the idea. From the internet, of course.

The internet can be a genuine kick in the ass, some of the antics people do are amazing, those little video clips seem to be everywhere. The amateur ones were what he liked, he almost couldn't believe people would actually do some of those things, and even show their faces?

People that would never dream of being seen in public naked spread their legs with closeups for the camera, like somehow Mom or Dad or the people at work never go look at those sites, too?

Of course it didn't help much that Jack was a complete flaming voyeur already, that had started very early on one Fall when fresh out of high school and barely into college he realized he could look out his bedroom window and see the neighbor lady across the way.

Not able to afford college really, he had left his parent's home and moved in with his Grandmother so he could establish himself as a California resident.

That meant he could attend a local Junior College, get his Associate's degree in something.

Jack just had no real idea what the degree would be in, though.

His Grandma was a sweet old lady, she doted on him. Jack loved having a private bedroom, not that he had any real chance to ever use it for anything but to sleep. Grandma was on the old fashioned side. 

Back home in Oregon he and his other three brothers shared an upstairs room that was like a dormitory. That place was a huge ranch, it meant up at 5 in the morning and work all day.

It wasn't a bad life, growing up half wild on a huge farm. But in Oregon it rained. It rained all the time, it never stopped except for brief periods, the standing joke was that the clouds were just reloading.

California was much dryer, hotter too. The first thing Jack noticed was that the girls all wore one heck of a lot less clothing.

That was fun, for a few weeks he didn't know where to look first, he simply was not used to girls with lots of skin showing.

Oh, hell, Jack wasn't used to girls at all.

Then one evening he looked out and realized he could see the neighbor lady in her window. 

Good lord! She was in the process of taking off her clothes! Jack's face flushed, he had seen some naughty pictures of what women looked like with no clothes on but this was a real female!

She took them all off, too! Every single stitch, then went into a different room. She came back out a few minutes later with a towel and began to dry off.

Jack stared out his window until finally the woman turned off the lights. That was when he realized his own lights were on, if she had looked up she could have seen him standing there in his own window, his pants down around his ankles, furiously working his cock.

Jack's face flushed when it hit him that she might have actually seen him. But then he figured that she must not have, she had shown no reaction at all. After that he was careful to turn his own lights off. The truth was that Jack was a little bit modest, the idea of someone seeing him like that would embarrass him.

Regular as clockwork, it became a ritual. Nearly every night at around 10 PM she was there. It was easily 100 yards to her window from his, but he could see her clearly. Once in awhile he saw her husband briefly, but usually it was just her, naked, doing her thing.

He could see her even better after he bought the pair of 40 power field glasses at a hock shop, they cost him 10 bucks and the left lens was blurry, but he could close that eye and see her just fine.

One night he used every bit of courage he could muster and sneaked over the fence. There was a row of Orange trees in their back lot that he could hide behind crossing the yards, Jack managed to get within a few feet of her window.

That night was when it struck him that she must know he was watching. She pointedly ignored the window like it wasn't even there, then this time as she was drying off she put one leg up on a chair and used the towel between her legs. She was even turned so that she fully faced the window, a lamp was on a nearby table and shined the light right on her.

That was spectacular!

Jack had his dick out and was rubbing it furiously, he could see the woman's swollen vagina as clear as a bell. He was less than 10 feet away from her. She must have spent a solid five minutes with her leg up like that, her right knee turned at almost a sideways angle to her body. 

Her big swollen lips appeared to stick right out of the hair she had down there, the pussy lips got bigger and bigger, Jack had no idea until right then that women got swollen up too. He also noticed her huge black nipples tightened up into tiny little nubbins, one was perfectly round and the other one was a slight vertical oval shape. Her tummy was round and soft looking, she had big beautiful hips. She even had some funny looking marks on her lower stomach, Jack didn't find out until a long time later that those were stretch marks.

When her husband walked in and glanced towards the window, Jack took off running back to his own house, not an easy thing to do with his cock sticking out of his pants in the middle of spraying down the lawn.

That went on for nearly an entire month, Jack sneaked over there every chance he got, she now used the chair a lot. Once she turned her back, he was upset about that until she leaned way over and dried her legs, her feet were way apart. She reached far down with the towel and slowly drew it up her leg, over and over. 

Jack was gasping, his pants unzipped and his erection out. He could actually see her butthole, it had hair on it too. She stayed like that so long he wondered why she didn't get tired.

He had to run again that night when he saw her glance at the window, turn her head and say something. Jack had been staring at the view of her big titties swinging gently between her legs.

He realized her husband had to be right there out of sight, so he took off.

Then they moved away. When the new people moved in, the curtains closed and stayed closed.

Jack began to look around after that, he wanted to feel that same sensation, it was crazily erotic. He really missed that.

But women out on the street kept themselves covered up, at least mostly. Sometimes Jack would go down to the mall and watch the women, some of them wore halters or thin tops, he often could see their breasts bounce, and he saw lots of bare legs.

That was all fun and helped, but that memory of the neighbor lady stuck in his mind. Her deliberately putting on a show while pretending that it was all innocent just yanked Jack's chain.

One day he discovered the park. That was over two miles from the house, there was a cement wall about three feet tall and people would hop up and sit on it in the sunshine. Jack discovered that if he was across the street he could see right up some of the woman's dresses, if he walked by on the same side most of them would close their legs. Besides, he was almost six feet tall so all he could see from that angle was legs.

He saw lots of woman's panties once he figured out that part, it was like they didn't even notice him over there. He did see one woman that sat up there reading a book, he was sure that she didn't have any panties at all on but he couldn't tell for sure. 

The next day, from a vantage point in the bushes and with his 40 power field glasses, he could tell for sure, she wasn't. But then she didn't come and sit on the wall the next day, he never saw her again.

+++

That same Fall he met Tina. Tina was just a month younger than him, she seemed to really like him. A cute blond, 5'7" feet tall, she was slender and athletic, and also competed in gymnastics so she could twist and turn her body in ways that appeared to be impossible.

The first time he saw her in the gym she was doing back flips, she actually appeared to hang in the air like she was floating. The gym outfit she had on hugged her body, Jack sat there mesmerized. It had leggings that covered her ankles and the arms of it were the same way, but it clung to her body everywhere.

Finally one day he was sitting in his usual place watching her, she stopped and picked up a towel, then came over to him.

"Hi! I'm Tina. I see you here all the time, you must like gymnastics?" She said.

"Yea, it's..fun to watch. I like the way everyone moves....and stuff." Jack blushed from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

"Neat! Hey, I need to run and take a quick shower, if you wait can I buy you a sandwich down at the cafeteria?"

"OK. Sure! I guess I am a little hungry."

She was back in less than 10 minutes, dressed in jeans and a blouse. They hit it right off, Jack got over being shy, he even paid for the sandwich.

They dated, things progressed to heavy petting, Jack discovered her soft little breasts that fit his hand almost perfectly. He had seen their shape in the gym suit she wore, but now he had them in his hands, completely bare. He loved to touch them, stare at them. When they parked, he always picked a spot where a street light or something would shine in so he could see them.

The first time she had let him touch her inside the sports bra she wore, she had pressed herself to him shyly to hide them from his view. Jack had to satisfy himself with just touching them, but then she got warmed up and her breath changed.

"I want to see you so badly!" He managed to tell her.

"Why?" She asked him.

"I don't know, you are so beautiful, I love you so much!"

That seemed to do it, she relaxed and leaned back. Jack looked at her beautiful breasts, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to her nipple.

"Don't!" She said, but he didn't stop. Then he felt her relax again, after that he could play with them all he wanted to.

She would make a purring sound in her throat when he stroked them. She investigated his pants, too, finally one night she reached inside instead of just rubbing him through his jeans.

In the process of exploring him it went off in her hand, she looked at that in the dim light in fascination before finding a paper napkin left over from a hamburger he had eaten, and used that to wipe her hand off.

Then she used the napkin on his cock which was still half hard, and damn near set it off the second time.

That became a regular event for them, they both used their hands on each other because Tina was one of those that refused to have actual sex until she was married.

They got very darned close to doing it a few times, though. Several times Jack would be right at the point of probing at her entrance when she would reach up and push him back.

Then she would sit up and take him in both hands, damn she was good at that. He did think briefly about how she knew to make him hang right at the edge of a climax for a very long time, but then he decided he liked it so much he didn't care.

Jack had to carry a spray can of cleaner and a towel to wipe up the head liner of his old car he had bought so they could really go on dates. He had actually managed to spatter it a few times.

He got some on the windshield one night also when she was trying to point it to make the least mess possible. Then that was happening so much she began to carry a small towel in her purse. Jack noticed it was a different one every time.

Things progressed even further, one night they were parked and Jack was kissing and licking her bare tummy, that made her giggle. He reached down and tugged the crotch of her pantie to one side, stroked her with a finger. Tina was at the point of allowing him to do that now, for a little bit anyway. 

"Don't!" She said when he leaned down and slid his tongue over her. He really didn't know why he wanted to do that, he just did and it seemed to be right at that moment.

"Why not?" Jack asked her.

"That's nasty, it's dirty." She mumbled.

"It's wonderful, you are delicious, I want to." He told her.

Tina's protests faded and she lay back and let Jack gently lick her, after that she never objected at all. Then one night she was rubbing his erection, and she leaned over and stuck it in her mouth. Jack climaxed in about 3 seconds at that, Tina puffed out her lips, quickly rolled down the window and spit it out.

"Oh, yuck! You did it right in my mouth!" She had her face screwed up tight. But then she didn't seem to be too upset, and she did that some more. Especially when Jack was licking her, she began to suck on him while he was doing that but she always spit it out.

They spent a lot of time in the back seat of his car, she liked to be on top sucking him while he would tickle her pussy with the tip of his tongue. Her pantie would always be pulled down over her legs, so that she could yank them up quickly just in case they got surprised.

Jack found one secluded spot that had a street light, it shined right in the side window on her behind, that way he could look at her. He loved it when she was on top, he could look at her from inches away.

He was busy licking her late one night while she had her lips sliding over the head of his cock when he saw a motion. He could barely make out a shape of someone back by the bushes, watching.

At first he was surprised, startled, then that got him even harder. Tina let out a moan as his cock went completely rigid in her mouth. The shape moved closer, Jack kept right on licking her furiously. He reached up with both hands and spread Tina's butt cheeks out wide, pretending to not notice the person standing there.

Then he turned his head slightly, so there was no shadow, licked lightly up the side of her pussy. The face appeared in the side window, now inches away. Tina's lightly hairy pussy was open, even her butt hole was in clear view. Jack realized from the motion that the man was furiously masturbating as he stared at her most intimate spots.

Suddenly Tina flooded with wetness, far more than he had seen before. Her actions with his cock became more furious, she actually lifted her butt up even higher as she climaxed, before pressing herself back down against his face. The man outside went stiff and shuddered, then moved away. Jack blasted off himself, harder and more explosive than he ever had before.

He then felt ashamed of doing that, letting someone else look at her. He was worried about what she might think or say if she knew. She might even get mad and not like him any more.

They pulled their clothing back into place, she settled into the seat.

"Was someone there?" She asked quietly, shyly looking down.

"No." He fibbed. She turned her head and looked out the window with a small smile. They were quiet all the way to her house. Tina leaned over and kissed him, he reached up with one hand and stroked her breast, realizing as he kissed her that she had swallowed his sperm that time.

"I love you, Jack." She whispered.

"I love you too, honey." He said.

Jack never parked in that spot after that incident, he was concerned about upsetting her.

Tina even mentioned it, asking why they never went to "their" spot any more.

"I am just afraid of someone catching us." He told her.

"Oh." Was all she said.

++++

With his degree in business in hand, Jack found a job working in a local office. It paid fairly well, good benefits too.

So now that he was settled and on his way, he asked Tina to be his wife and she jumped at the idea. They found and bought a starter home, settled in. Life was pretty good, Tina was fun in bed. 

Once it was OK to have real sex she wasted no time at all in finding out what that was all about. That first night she kept reaching out and grabbing him, getting him up for one more go until finally it was impossible.

Once Tina actually got him inside her, that was what she wanted from then on. Even when Jack leaned down and slid his tongue over her swollen pussy, he could only manage a few seconds because she would start tugging at him, wanting him to shove himself inside her.

Once he asked her how many times she got off.

"I don't know, it just starts and keeps on going as long as you do." She smiled.

After that, Jack started trying to last as long as he could, and he got pretty good at clamping down to keep from ejaculating. Then he would feel himself soften slightly, a few strokes and he would firm right back up and start again.

He did finally manage to get her to the point where she could not take any more, she reached up and pushed on his shoulders, her entire upper body was bright red that time.

It only took a few minutes of rest and she climbed up on top of him and sat down, he then just allowed it to let go. Tina was wonderful in bed, it was not possible for a woman to be more nasty.

It took two solid months for her to finally calm down a little bit, they settled into a nice 3 to 4 times a week. Jack didn't mind that at all.

It was damn near a vacation.

He did lose nearly ten pounds.

Work progressed nicely, Jack got promoted, then one day his boss called him in and asked him if he would take the position of company trouble shooter. That meant even more money, and a very nice expense account. But it also meant days on end away from home, away from Tina.

There were long nights alone in a hotel room by himself, Jack filled the time fiddling with the computer in his room.

One evening he found an amateur video website, it didn't take very long for his tendency to like innocent accidental peeks to rear it's ugly head.

If it was possible for people to do it, people filmed it and posted it on the website. That was a kick in the ass, there were lots of them with women outside exposing themselves. Most of them would first glance around to make sure no one was watching, then off would come the clothes, titties pulled out and displayed, skirts pulled up.

He even got a much faster laptop, telling his boss he needed it for his work. That was no problem, the company bought it for him. After that, he didn't get the short videos in little jerks, then have to wait as it loaded some more of it.

Jack saw so many different woman of all sizes and shapes blatantly masturbating that he almost got bored with it.

Almost. But he still liked the flashing ones the most. The ones that seemed to be nearly accidents, those were the ones. At first he just looked at the free ones, then he used his credit card and got an account. "TinaNJack" was his log in name.

When he saw one where the camera showed a delivery, he was hooked. The doorbell rang, and a woman answered it holding only a towel. A rather startled Pizza delivery man stood there with his mouth hanging open as the woman went for the money, turning her back and her completely bare behind to him.

The man's reaction was a gas, Jack felt himself springing right up at that one. He typed "Pizza" and "delivery" into the site's search engine, up popped pages and pages of videos.

Some were quick, just a few seconds, some were longer. Over and over the scenario was similar, the woman would accidentally drop the towel, act shocked, giggle, yank the towel back up. Then she would pay the man, the door would close and he could hear the laughter and the guffaws of what was probably the husband or boyfriend in the background.

One extremely well built and attractive young woman managed to drop the towel no less than four times. Once she allowed it to fall behind herself, then turned to reach down and yank it back up. The shot showed the delivery man actually leaning over to look between her legs as she fumbled with the towel on the floor. She appeared to be having troubles, even squatting down with her legs apart to reach it. She finally managed to grab it and jerk it back in front of her.

Unfortunately the woman was facing the camera with her behind in the air, Jack wanted to be on the other side so he could see that himself so badly that he had two climaxes in one yank watching it.




Pizza and a Peek



The couple giggled and laughed for a full minute after the delivery man left, delighted in her antics.

Jack downloaded and saved that video, playing it back over and over.

He became fascinated with the possible scenario. The idea of his own pretty little Tina flashing some guy like that turned him on completely. That idea became his main source of relief when he was stuck out of town on the jobs. His orgasms when thinking of his own Tina being seen by some guy naked like that were the most powerful he could remember, it was as close as he could get to being home with her.

Of course she would never do anything like that, and Jack knew he could never ask her to. He was positive she would think badly of him.

He even found a chat board where other men talked about their experiences, about how much fun it was to have their wives flash some unsuspecting man. Sometimes it was women that wrote, too, they told about how they got talked into actually doing something naughty like that.

Almost without fail, they told how doing it in front of a stranger was OK, but they could never do anything like that if anyone knew them.

It did seem odd to him, so many actually showed their faces.

Jack got right into that himself, making up stories to tell on the message board at the site, it helped to fill the lonely nights he was forced to spend in strange hotel rooms. 

His favorite fantasy scenario was to call for a delivery, time it perfectly so that his wife was just getting out of the shower, still wet.

"Get that, honey!" He wrote that he called to her, having just set up the camera.

"I just got out of the shower, I don't have any clothes on!" She would yell back.

"Grab a towel or something, I am stuck here!"

Then the bell would ring the second time.

"Oh, all right!" And Tina would wrap a towel around herself, open the door to a cute guy standing there, shocked.

He would stutter the amount, standing there not knowing what to do or say for sure.

"Just a minute." Tina would turn and dash to her purse to get the money to pay him, displaying her entire bare ass in the process.

She would hand him the money and reach out to take the Pizza, and the towel would of course slip, displaying her in all her naked glory.

She would act startled, then modestly reach down and grab the towel to cover herself.

The camera he would set up got the entire thing, so he could replay it over and over.

That scene played in his mind as he typed it out on the blog board. Then he would reread what he had written, and get turned on again.

The only bad part was the many insistent private messages asking him to post the videos.

Of course he never mentioned any of that to Tina, she was not overly modest but she would never even consider doing anything like that, of that Jack was sure.

Jack did know that the full body leotards she wore to her weekly gym classes left very little to the imagination, they were thin and hugged her slim body completely. Anyone who looked could tell she didn't shave due to the puffy little bulge the hair made in the cloth. Her nipples made obvious bumps, too.

Jack liked that. No one could really see her of course, but in his mind they could.

Sometimes Jack even went with her to watch, it was as close as he could get to his fantasy. Watching Tina stretch and do cartwheels, practicing the tumbling run she had done while in high school, then sometimes work on the weight benches was fun. 

Often he would sit and watch as she did the splits, her new thin body suit type leotard was legless, and had snaps right at the crotch, he could see them clearly when she dropped down into a full split. She did that so easily and gracefully it was like she had no bones at all.

In his mind's eye she would be down like that, one leg pointing one way, the other opposite, and the snaps would come undone. But Tina always wore a pantie underneath, a few times the edge of it would peek out but that was all.

They never did come unsnapped, but he got incredibly turned on at the idea. Even being able to see a thin edge of her pantie just got him so hot he would be gasping for breath. A few times he noticed some of the other men sneaking peeks at her when she did that, the fantasy grew in his mind to the point of being overwhelming.

Many times he relieved himself, thinking of one of the over muscled guys peeking at the bit of pantie, knowing that just another half inch and they would be able to see her pussy.

Tina of course was well aware that Jack loved to look at her like that, she did a lot of sexy movements, always very close to him sitting there. She deliberately placed herself to tease him, knowing full well she was going to benefit from his reaction at home. Jack always seemed to be even harder during sex, on the evenings he went with her to her workouts.

She never even really noticed any of the other men looking at her, she was always only aware of her man's reactions.

+++

That one fantasy of the snaps slipping, and the one of her answering the door in just a towel, letting a delivery man see her were his favorites, he masturbated many times to visions of his own wife. Even watching his favorite videos, he would close his eyes and it would be Tina on the screen.

Jack sat down and wrote out that fantasy, how Tina had just settled into a complete splits on the floor, and the snaps let go. The material suddenly gaped open completely, exposing her bare hairy pussy, her lips wide. Everyone was looking at her, her most intimate spots spread wide open, and she didn't realize as she rolled up into a handstand, letting her legs open to right angles.

Jack had to stop and relieve himself as he was writing that one. He was tickled when his story was ranked at a 4.5 by the voters.

Jack also wrote several "delivery man" stories, all of them just men getting good looks at her. They were all ranked fairly well, to pass the time during his long nights out of town alone he wrote more and more of them.

Jack really liked it when men noticed his wife. It made him feel proud. Still, Tina was his and all his, they could look at her and that was fine, but not touch her.

The fantasy? He thought he could control it, he just left it in the back of his mind, only allowing it to surface when he was alone. It became a ritual in his hotel room when out of town on jobs, watching the new clips, his pants undone, thinking of Tina at home and wishing he was there with her.

Jack began to visit the flashing website to watch the new videos when he was home. He was always careful, he only did that when Tina was off shopping or busy doing something else. He was careful to close the screen and clear the history before she got home.

One day Jack was sitting in front of the screen watching one of the videos, it had progressed into way more than flashing, the wife began to have sex with the Pizza guy. Jack didn't like those that much, it looked phony like a porno movie, he had no interest in the ones that appeared to be faked. 

He also didn't like the idea of some other man involved, of them actually doing anything other than look. Someone other than himself touching Tina was a complete turnoff to him. But the idea of them seeing her, naked? By "accident?"

That never failed to do it for him. He kept on writing the stories, too. Each fantasy that got posted got him more private emails, some wanting pics, some demanding he post the clips, others just told him they enjoyed it and wished their own mates would do something like that.

Jack finally realized his own kinky fantasies were not so kinky after all, there appeared to be one heck of a lot of men just like him, with modest wives they wished would be much less modest.

He thought that if many wives were a lot more nasty around their husbands there would be one hell of a lot less divorces.

Also a lot of them wanted to watch their wives actually have sex, but he just could not get into that. He did think he understood it though.

There is some kind of strange pride in that, a stranger seeing a man's woman can fill them with pride.

It's a lot like "look at what I have!" when driving the expensive bright red sports car. An odd and exhilarating feeling of power and pride all mixed up into one emotion.

But Jack knew that if he had a fancy sports car, he wouldn't want anyone else driving it. For sure he didn't want anyone else touching his wife, either.

But looking at her? She was his, beautiful, it made him puff up with pride. Any man would want her, he knew that. But Tina was all his.

+++

On the screen, the male turned sideways to expose an erection that looked to be impossible, then he started to mount the woman. Jack felt his erection begin to wilt.

He was going to close the screen when his phone rang, so he quickly zipped his pants and walked into the other room to answer it.

"Jack, I need you down in Miami by Tuesday, OK?" Mark, his boss asked. That was a surprise, this was a Saturday and his boss never called him on the weekend.

"OK." Jack sighed. He had been looking forward to a week or two at home with Tina, he had only barely gotten home the Wednesday before. His boss told him the flights were scheduled, his hotel booked. The job was going to take a full week.

Just shit! Jack didn't want to go.

He hung up the phone unhappy, turned to go back to his computer.

Tina stood there, leaning over to peer at the screen. She looked up at him and started laughing.

"I didn't know you watched this stuff." She told him.

"I don't! I was just...my boss just called and I...." He stammered, his face turning bright red.

"Oh, hell. It's OK, honey. This is pretty dumb, though." She looked back at the screen, the Pizza guy had his pants down around his ankles and was giving it to the housewife, the screen shot was a closeup right between their legs from behind. The big Pizza company logo was clear in the shot on the back of the guy's shirt, there was some guy's voice, apparently the husband with the camera.

"That's it! Fuck her, ram it in there!" The background voice sounded excited, whoever was running the camera was moving around to get all the different angles.

"That thing looks like it would hurt!" Tina grinned at him.

Flushing furiously, Jack walked over and clicked the screen back, that brought up the name of the website. Tina looked at it and then at Jack, back at the screen. He quickly closed it, far too late.

"Been playing with your weenie, huh?" She said.

"I..uhhh.." Jack was mortified.

Tina just grinned again and went into the kitchen.

He expected all hell to break loose, nothing happened.

That night in bed, she snuggled up to him.

"So that's what you do when you are out of town, huh?" She asked.

"Yea, sometimes, not very much." He lied.

"It's OK. I would rather you did that than pick up women or something like that."

"You aren't mad?"

"No, of course not. I want you to be happy, I miss you so much when you are off working."

"I miss you too, honey. Those hotel rooms get so lonely, sometimes I watch the videos and think of you."

"You think of me? Doing something like that?" She sat up.

"No! I mean, I think of you and me...you know...together." Jack stammered.

Tina raised an eyebrow. Then she laughed, and snuggled up to him again.

"So which ones turn you on, Honey?" She asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

Jack gave in and told her about liking the reactions of people when they got an unexpected flash from some girl. Then trying to explain, he told her about the woman across the yard and how she had undressed right in front of the window when he was back in college.

"Maybe that is what started it, I was young and that was exciting."

Tina just giggled and snuggled up even closer.

"You like those women giving some peeks, huh?"

"Yea, I guess I do."

"Do you want me to do something like that?" She pressed.

"No. Of course not! It's just a silly fantasy." He lied.

"So you wouldn't like the idea of someone seeing my pretty little titties, or maybe even getting a look at my hairy pussy?" Tina rolled over and slid up on top of him.

"Oh, God!" Was all Jack could say as she settled down over him. She was looking right at him, an odd expression on her face, then he was lost in the moment with her.

Monday morning Jack was getting his gear together, Tina came into the bedroom.

"Jack, can I come with you this trip? I have always wanted to see Florida, a whole week there might be fun."

"That's not on my expense account, but why not? We can afford it. I am just not sure I can book the flight this late. Sure, it might be fun." 

He called the airlines, shuffled the schedule around and managed to get them both on a flight. Tina acted all excited, she started packing and finally Jack had to explain to her that they weren't moving there and he refused to unbolt the sink!

Tina laughed at that, then she began to redo the suitcases.

The only bad part was the late reschedule meant they had to sit apart, that drove Jack batty, he wanted her right there with him.

She managed to get everything into one suitcase for each of them. Jack left and went in to the office to get the paperwork for the project, and schedule the equipment he would need. A few hours later he went back home to pick up Tina and get a cab for the trip to the airport.

The long flight was uneventful, even the stopover to switch planes in Dallas went smoothly for a change. They even got to sit together on that 2nd flight.

The hotel room was nice, it sat back from the beach but gave them a nice view from the balcony. There was a separate bedroom from the larger than normal living room, and even a small alcove that served as a side office with system hookups. Jack liked it that his company always booked him into the business suites. He set up his computer and got everything ready.

Tina joined him that first morning as they watched the Sun come up over the ocean. He held her tightly with his arm around her, she tipped her head to lean it on his shoulder.

That was one of those magic moments. Then Jack had to leave to work on the job. He did call around noon, Tina told him she was grabbing lunch in one of the hotel cafes. He told her he would be back around 5:30 or so.

Later that evening, they got back to the room, having had a nice small meal in the cafe. He asked her if she wanted to go out, maybe have some drinks or something.

Tina told him she was tired from the long trip and would rather just stay in.

"Maybe we can get a snack later if you want?"

"OK." Jack told her, not thinking anything of it. He clicked on the large TV set and scanned the unfamiliar channels.

Later, Tina asked him what he would like for a late snack.

"I don't care, anything is fine, get whatever you would like." He told her.

"How about a Pizza?" She grinned at him.

"That would be....." He stopped and looked at her. She grinned broadly.

"What?" He asked.

"I saw that website you like to go to." She grinned at him. Then she reached for the phone, dialed room service.

"Canadian Bacon, and can you put some Olives on it?"

"OK, great! How long?"

Tina hung up, smiled sweetly at Jack. She got up and went to her purse.

"What's good for a tip, honey?" She asked him.

"Uh...five bucks I guess. What are you doing?" Jack was a bit confused, was she going to...?

"Nuttin, honey!" She said in a sexy voice, putting her hand on her hip and striking a sexy pose, acting just like that Peters woman in the pantie hose commercial on TV.

"They said 30 minutes, I guess I will go catch a quick shower." She giggled and went into the bathroom. He heard the shower start, and just sat there mildly confused. He turned back to the computer and the forms he was working on.

"I will get it honey!" She called out when the knock on the door came.

Jack looked up from his computer as she came out with a big white towel wrapped around herself, her hair was still wet. She walked over and cracked the door, looking out around it. His breath caught in his throat, all he could do was stare.

"Oh, you guys are fast! Sorry about the towel, I just got out of the shower, come on in." She swung the door wide open. The startled young man stepped inside, she swung the door shut. He got a big grin on his face.

"Just a moment, let me get you a tip." She turned and walked across the room, her hips now taking on an exaggerated motion. She picked up the bill and walked back, holding the towel barely in place. Handing it to the young man, he reached out to hand her the box. 

As she reached for it the towel slipped to the floor! Jack felt himself go instantly erect.

She stood there for a moment acting startled, both hands on the Pizza box. Then she looked down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She said, acting flustered. The young man grinned, then he reached down and picked up the towel. He boldly stepped up to her and wrapped it around her again, then stepped back as her elbows settled down to hold it in place. It didn't quite cover her left breast, Jack could see that from where he sat. The young man looked her up and down slowly, then he glanced at Jack and grinned.

"Not a problem, miss. Thank you for the tip, if you need anything else just ring room service, my name is Thad." He smiled at her, looked her up and down again and turned towards the door.

"I hope you folks enjoy your stay!" He smiled as he closed the door.

"Oh, my God! I did it! He saw me NAKED!" Tina started giggling.

Jack sat there surprised but so turned on he was about ready to come in his pants.

"I can't believe you just did that." He said, reaching for her. 

"He called me "Miss", he couldn't be a day over 20!" Tina giggled, her hand to her mouth.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Jack walked over to answer it, the same young man stood there.

"I forgot to have you sign for the pizza, sorry." He said. Tina was standing in the middle of the room, she quickly grabbed the towel and held it up in front of herself.

Jack looked back at her, then looked at the delivery man. 

"Come on in, I will get a pen." He grinned.

"Oh, I have a ...err..sure!" Thad said. Jack swung the door wide and he came in. He closed the door behind him.

"Honey?" Tina asked, still standing there holding the towel spread out in front of herself, her face suddenly flushed.

"What, babe?" He grinned at her as he walked by to the desk to get a ink pen.

"You asked for it!" Tina suddenly laughed, as she tossed the towel on a chair and went over to sit on the edge of the bed. She walked right by the young man, who stood there with a happy expression on his face.

"I never saw anybody...this is new to me." He managed, staring at her quickly hardening nipples.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I am just being comfortable." She grinned at him. She reached up to wipe back an imaginary wisp of hair, pretending nonchalance. 

"NO! I don't..I mean...it's all right, I don't mind at all, go ahead and be comfortable. It's OK. Really!" He stammered.

"Good." She smiled sweetly, then began picking at her toes. Her knee cocked sideways, she pretended to ignore him, intent on what she was doing.

"I need you to repaint my toenails, honey. They are getting all chipped." She held out her leg and wiggled her toes.

"God!" Thad said, letting his breath out in a gasp.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. Am I embarrassing you? I didn't mean to show my.." Tina asked coyly, looking down at her partially open crotch.

"No..it's just that..."

"I'm Tina. I really do hope I am not embarrassing you. I just got out of the shower and I want to be dry before I put my clothes on."

"No. It's all right. You are really pretty!" He stammered, leaning over to the side to try and get a better look.

Jack could hear all of this as he pretended to fumble around looking for an ink pen. He was hard as a rock, this was an incredible scene.




Pizza and a Peek



"Thank you, Thad. I always thought my body was barely average, that's so nice of you to say that." She was teasing him now. Jack glanced sideways at them, he was so excited he was fumbling in the drawer.

"You are pretty enough to be in magazines!" Thad blurted out.

"Oh, do you really think so?" She scooted forward closer to the edge of the bed, brought up one knee and tucked her cheek against it. She had shifted from teasing to blatant.

Thad boldly stepped sideways one step to bring her now very open legs into line, Jack knew he could see clearly up between her legs from that angle. He found the pen and walked over to sign the slip of paper. He glanced back at Tina, her pussy was in clear view. She looked as swollen as he had ever seen her, the inner lips were bulging, her prominent clitoris was extended.

Tina's eyes met his for a moment, she had a wild expression on her face, her lips slightly pursed.

She made no move to cover up, she just sat there completely exposed.

"He's right, honey. You are spectacular!"

"Oh, you guys. Thank you, that makes me feel so good!" She said, her voice betraying her excitement. She stretched her arms over her head, that lifted her smallish breasts higher on her chest. Then she leaned back flat on the bed, one knee still up. For a moment he thought she was going to just spread her legs as widely as they would go but she didn't. Jack saw her stomach muscles shuddering, he grinned at that.

Jack signed the form, handed it to the young man, making sure he was slightly to the side so as to not block his view. The young man stood there for a solid 60 seconds, just holding the slip of paper, finally he reluctantly left.

"God, he even picked up the towel and covered me back up!" She was giggling so hard she almost had tears in her eyes. 

"Then when he came back in, I just couldn't help it, did you see his eyes? He was staring right at me!"

"I really wasn't looking at his eyes." Jack picked her up and carried her to the bed. He did his very best to last but found he couldn't, it didn't matter since Tina beat him there anyway.

When Jack went limp, he got up and grabbed the towel off the chair, wiped her up. They really made a mess that time.

"I don't think they can save this towel." He laughed.

Later, they lay on the bed, her naked body mashed tightly up against his side.

"I still almost don't believe you did that." He grinned at her.

"So you didn't think your naughty wife had it in her, huh?"

"No, the truth is I didn't, it was just a fantasy. For some reason it really excites me when a man looks at you and likes what he sees. Maybe it's because I like what I see, I just don't know."

"That was fun, honey. I did it to make you happy, but it really was fun. That young man looked right at me, right at my...God! He wasn't even bashful." Her voice had an excited catch in it. Jack felt himself developing another erection at her talking about it, he rolled her over onto her back.

"Oh, my!" She grinned up at him as she opened her legs.

Later, they again lay there in each others arms. Jack was curious, he didn't quite know how to ask but finally he just did.

"That really excited you, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did. I just wanted to make you happy and here we are, out of town and all so I thought, why not? Nobody knows us here anyway."

"Well, I did like it myself, but where do we go from here?" He asked her.

"We could call room service again tomorrow, I bet we would get the same guy."

"Probably, what would you do?" Jack asked.

"How about I just answer the door...completely naked?" She giggled.

"Only if I can get it on video." He grinned.

"Video? Oh, I see. You want to post it on your naughty website?" She giggled.

"Yea! You will knock them dead! I bet it gets all 5's!"

"Maybe, but only if you don't show my face." Tina laughed.

"Oh, NOW you are bashful, I see? No face will just get you 4's." He teased.

"I don't completely understand your fantasies, honey. You got all excited at me letting that man look but...?"

"I don't understand them either, I guess maybe when it's almost an accident? That first part looked that way but then...?"

"I just got all turned on, but...I can have...accidents." She giggled, snuggling even closer.

"So tell me? Have you ever had any...accidents..before?" He asked.

"No, not really. Down at the gym I get looked at a lot in my gym outfit, but that is all. That makes me feel good, I admit. They look when I go out shopping, even if I wear a bra. It never crossed my mind because men always look, until I found that website you go to, and I read your stories."

"You read my stories?"

"Yes, most of them. They are pretty hot." She grinned.

"Hot, huh? Well, you are pretty hot yourself!"

"Do you really want me to do some of those things?"

"Yea, I guess. If you want to."

"Which one do you want to do first?" Tina asked.

"Can I really make a video next time?"

"Oh, my! You are a pervert, aren't you?" She giggled. "Then what?"

"I don't know, maybe a nude beach?"

"Nude beach? That means, you too?" She smiled.

"I guess."

"Oh, boy! Just wait until all the cute girls see your big dick! Of course we will need to get you waxed." She teased.

"Me?"

"Yea, and by a girl!" She laughed.

Jack had just been teasing her about the beach, there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone yank his pubic hair out by the roots, female or not. But it was fun and sexy to tease, think about things like that.

Thursday was hot. Jack got done early, some programs were coming in the next day via Express which meant he was done until they arrived, so he managed to get out early. 

Tina wasn't in the room, he rang her cell phone.

"I'm in the hot tub, it looks right out over the ocean. Come on down." She said. She sounded a bit on the tipsy side. Jack dug around in the suitcase, found his old bathing suit and tugged it on.

It still fit, but it was a little bit tighter, he noticed.

Tina was sitting in the tub all by herself when he got there, a drink sat on the edge of the tub.

"Getting tanked early I see?" He laughed, sliding in beside her. She reached for her drink and took a sip.

"What is that?" He asked her.

"Some kind of juice and Vodka. Thad brought it to me."

"Thad?"

"Yea, you know. Our Thad."

"Oh."

"I think he likes me." She giggled at that.

"I can understand that, that suit you have on is a little skimpy." Jack eyed the part he could see above the bubbling water.

"I bought it in the gift shop here, do you like it?"

"I have only seen part of it." Jack grinned.

Tina stood up out of the water so Jack could see her suit. The top was a simple pale blue wrap around with no straps, the top and bottom of it was elastic to hold it in place. It didn't look to be sheer, but even with Tina's small bust the upper portion barely covered her nipples.

The bottoms weren't any better, the side straps were high on her hips, it was narrow in the front, and when she turned around, it was even narrower in the rear. The lighter expanse of flesh where her other normal bathing suit covered her showed in stark contrast.

"Wow! I am surprised you are here by yourself, I would think half the men in here would be joining you."

"There was an older couple when I first got here, but the woman made him leave because the old guy kept staring at me." She giggled.

"I can understand that. It's so small it makes you look three tone." Jack grinned.

"Yes, plus I had to shave because the bottoms are so narrow. I will do some tanning when we get back home."

"Can I get you something, sir?" Jack heard. Tina dropped back into the water quickly, Jack looked over his shoulder and Thad stood there with a big smile.

"Sure, I would like a whiskey and cola."

"Anything for the lady?" Tina ordered another drink too. The young man left to get the order, still grinning.

"How many of those have you had?" Jack asked her.

"This one will be three, I think. Or is it four?" She giggled again.

"I can just carry you back to the room I guess." Jack laughed.

"I'm not drunk yet." She scooted around the edge of the tub to get closer to Jack.

"Hey, want me to flash a titty at Thad?" She whispered.

"How are you going to do that?" He asked her, suddenly interested.

"It's easy, watch this!" She lifted up out of the water, reached out with one arm and slightly rolled her shoulder forward. The top of the suit rolled over and slid down, baring one breast. She tugged it back into place with a giggle.

"See? It's an accident." She picked up her drink and downed the last of it. As she lifted her arm, the suit popped off of her again.

"Oops!" She giggled. Jack realized that Tina was obviously getting drunk. A bit too drunk actually, he didn't want to cause a scene. He looked around, no one was nearby.

"let's go on up to our room." He encouraged her.

"OK. I bet you are all horny now?" She reached out and rubbed his crotch under the water.

"Oh! I see you are! Just wait until the cute boy gets back." She teased. 

Thad had just walked up with the drinks, she looked up and saw him, then reached for the drink he handed her. Her top slipped but not completely, it hung precariously from her nipple. She slid back under the water as Thad served Jack's drink.

If you need anything else at all, just let me know. I am on until midnight." He told Jack. Then he hesitated for a moment, glanced at Tina and then back. Finally he reluctantly left.

After some encouragement, Jack managed to get her out of the tub. He got the towels and they dried off, then they each wrapped one around themselves and took the elevator back up to their room.

Jack took her in his arms, then got her to the bed. He managed to get into the beginning stages of making love but Tina dozed off so he got her damp suit removed and put her to bed. She curled up and slept soundly. He stood there for a moment looking at her.

She was delightful to look at like that, lying on her side with her breasts sagging sideways, the soft curve of her behind darker above and lighter colored below where her suit she used to wear covered her. The sparse hairs on her loins were gone, that was interesting.

He pulled up the covers and tucked them tight around her, then went and sat in a chair looking out the window at the city down below. Finally he joined her in the bed.

Tina woke up several hours later, sat up with a groan. She looked over at him, he smiled at her.

"Evening, hon." He said.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"About 10. Ready for a late dinner?"

"I guess. Let me get a shower first." She rolled her feet out of bed. Jack watched as she got up and went into the bathroom, he always enjoyed it when she was naked like that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She peeked back out the door, coyly hiding behind it.

"I was noticing your bare beaver, I never saw it like that before." He grinned. Tina slid her lower body out from behind the door, lifted one leg.

"You like?" She grinned.

"Very much!" He grinned right back. She laughed and shut the door. Jack thought for a moment of going in and joining her but he knew they would never make it to dinner if he did.

Tina was still naked when she came back out, rubbing her hair briskly with a towel. Then she picked up a large paper sack, pulled out a long peach colored dress. She tugged it over her head.

"Is that all you are going to wear?" He asked her.

"Yep!" She gave him a wicked grin, then did a little spin.

The dress was open at the front to the middle of her breasts, It had a light sash that tied at the side. The top didn't hold her, instead it just lay in place, supported at her shoulders by fairly wide straps. It was fully sleeveless. When she turned, he saw it was split up the side almost to level with her crotch.

"Damn, honey! If you don't keep your legs together, everyone will be able to see your nuts!" He roared at his own joke.

"Well, they might see something but I bet it won't be nuts." Tina teased right back. She reached down and picked up her purse, for an instant her entire right breast popped into view.

"Hot damn!" He grinned.

She stepped in front of the full length mirror, turned back and forth.

"This is a little bit naughty for just dinner, isn't it? Maybe I should go....?"

"No way in hell! I will be the envy of everyone down there. Let's go." Jack said. He was excited at the prospect of being with her like that, having someone see her.

It was nearly 11:30 by the time they got to the restaurant, the waitress told them the kitchen closed at midnight. But she took their order and went into the kitchen. She must have said something because one young Hispanic looking man peered out around the corner, smiled and went back inside.

They were the only ones in the place. Jack didn't really mind, he was enjoying watching Tina eat, there was almost no way she could keep the front of the thing she was wearing in place, not and move, too.

He was thinking that he wanted to get back to the room, all he could think about was getting the door shut and peeling that dress off of her. That was assuming he could get it up, things had been a bit overworked lately.

"Let's go in and listen to the band, maybe dance?" Tina asked, as she pushed her plate back.

"You want to go dance? In that?"

"Yea, I do! But no drinks, I will just have some juice, OK?"

"OK. I bet you start a riot." He grinned.

"That's the whole idea, honey." She smiled, getting up.

Dave also ordered a glass of juice, then they got up to dance. It was a slow number, Tina's leg slid out of the slit up the side with each and every step. The next song was a faster one, he started to lead her back to the table but she started dancing.

They were surrounded by other couples, even so Tina was getting a lot of attention. She was managing to keep her top in place but barely. 

They sat down when the song ended, instantly a man asked her to dance, she gave him a polite "No, thank you." With a sweet smile.

He was replaced instantly by another older man, then over the next half dozen songs she was asked at least 10 times.

One much older man came over, he had silver hair and was only about 5 feet tall. He politely asked for a dance, Tina opened her mouth to say no but then changed her mind and got up.

She gave Jack a wicked look as the old man led her out onto the dance floor. That was hilarious all by itself, the old guy had a strut in his walk, apparently tickled with his success at getting Tina to dance with him. 

Jack was struggling to keep from laughing, the top of the old man's head came almost perfectly to about the top of her breasts. When he put his arm around her waist, his face looked like it was right in her cleavage. Tina actually had to lean down slightly, which Jack suspected gave the old guy a perfect view inside the top of her outfit.

As they turned, it looked like the old guy's face was crammed in there.

Tina kept glancing over at Jack with a giant grin on her face. The song ended, the old man led her by the hand back to their table.

"Thank you, it's a pleasure to dance with such a wonderfully lovely lady!" He told her. He actually bowed. Tina beamed and sat down as the man turned away.

She leaned in close to Jack.

"One inch closer and I think that old guy would have been nursing me!" Then she broke into giggling laughter.

Jack found that funny too, he had watched them dance, at least as closely as he could, but the old man was short, compared to Tina who stood 5'7". It didn't help that she also had on two inch heels. Jack had gotten glimpses of them through all the other dancers but it was difficult.

"So what did he do?" Jack asked.

"I think he was looking inside my dress, the top of his head didn't even reach my chin." She was still grinning broadly.

Just then another man came up and asked her to dance, she turned him down and he walked away.

"Let's go, honey?" She asked.

"OK." They got up and headed back to the room. This time when Jack stripped her naked she didn't go to sleep. He also only got about five minute's rest before she had him up and raring to go again.

"You are going to kill me." He told her, laying back panting.

"You started this." She grinned at him.

"Well, I didn't know I had a pervert for a wife!" He teased.

"You should have known." She told him.

"Why? How would I know?" Jack was puzzled by that.

"You remember that time...way back? When we were parked? You spread me open and let someone look at me in the window."

"You knew about that?"

"Yes. That was the first time I ever swallowed your stuff." She grinned.

"I didn't know you knew, I don't know what came over me, I just got hot at the situation."

"I got a little hot myself at that one, honey!" Tina smiled, leaning down to suck his limp penis into her mouth.

"I think that's broken, babe."

"I better fix it then." She mumbled around the head of his cock.

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, honey." He teased.

She let his penis slip out of her mouth.

"Now I am going to kiss you!" She said, sliding her breasts up and over his stomach, plastering her wet lips to his. He could taste the mixture of the two of them.

"Oh, yuck! You got some in my mouth!" He laughed.

"See what you put me through?" She teased.

Later the next morning, she asked him when he was going to buy the video equipment.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, really!" She batted her eyes at him. Jack felt that tingle in his groin, he almost couldn't believe he had anything at all left.

"I need to figure out a way to get it on my expense account." He grinned at her.

"Cheap bastard!" She laughed.

"I'm just kidding. How about when you are at the gym? I could sit in the sidelines while you do your routine."

"You want to film my routine?" She asked, puzzled.

"Yea. Those snaps at the crotch of that thing, do they ever come loose?"

"No, not really. They are pretty secure, I wear a thong just in case."

Jack grinned at her.

"Oh. OH! You little pervert!" She laughed.

"I am your little pervert!" He took her in his arms and kissed her.

"Let's go eat." He reached out and took her hand.

"I couldn't do that at the gym at home, everyone knows me." She said as they ate.

"I know, it's just a fantasy."

"Nobody knows me here." She grinned, sliding some mashed potatoes into her mouth.

"Did you bring your leotard?" He asked.

"No, but I bet I can find one, I need a new one anyway." She batted her eyes at him.

"God!" He said.

"You better go buy a camera."

"I have my phone, it's less obvious."

Tina just laughed.

The next day was uneventful, except one delivery was short. He got that straightened out, then headed back to the room.

"Want to go out tonight?" Tina asked him the moment he came in.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" He asked.

"Oh, someplace nice, dinner, dancing maybe?"

Jack took one look at Tina when she came out of the bedroom after getting dressed. He very nearly changed his mind about going out to eat.

The top of her knee length dress hugged her breasts nicely, the wraparound lower portion flashed one leg with every step she took. She had taken deliberate pains to apply her makeup carefully. Normally just looking at her turned him on a bit, looking at her like that made it tough for him to even think.

"Whoa, big boy! Later, I spent a half hour getting ready." She giggled, scooting just out of his reach.

Dinner was another excellent time, the tall good looking waiter named Marcus was cordial and attentive. He was trying hard to not sneak glances at Tina and kept failing miserably, even though all she did was calmly sit there.

The top portion of her dress was not see through but the shape of her breasts were completely obvious. Jack liked that, she showed no sign at all of even being aware of it, just letting them stick out there.




Pizza and a Peek



"High beams on, I see?" Jack teased.

Tina just tittered.

"I almost wore the sheer one." She told him. It took Jack a moment, then he remembered that one, and she was right. It was sheer, she usually wore it with a black bra.

"You wouldn't. You mean, wear that in public?"

"Wanna bet?" She laughed.

They did manage a couple of dances but Jack wanted to get Tina back up to the room, so long before they got close to being drunk she tucked her arm into his and they headed for the elevators.

The door was no more than barely shut when he kissed her, thinking of nothing else but dragging her off into the bedroom.

"Can we get some wine? First?" She smiled.

"You want some wine?"

"Sure, and I want you just like you were the other night." She batted her eyes at him, an amused expression on her face.

"Wine? Well, OK. I will call room service."

"I will take a quick shower and change into something...more comfortable." She headed for the bathroom, stopping at the doorway.

"Get your camera ready!" She laughed, shutting the door.

"You are really going to let me video that?" He called out through the door.

"Yep!" She called back, laughing.

Jack scurried around, he set the camera up on a table, checked the angle so it was just right. All he had to do was push the button when someone knocked on the door.

He was reasonably sure it would be Thad again, so it should be a great shot. The shower stopped and it was quiet for a few minutes, then the knock on the door came. He pushed the button to record, went over and sat down at his laptop.

"Can you get that, honey?" He called out loudly, just like he had written it in his short story.

"I just got out of the shower!" She called back.

"Grab a towel or something, I am tied up here!"

"Oh, all right!" Tina came out, she had a large towel tied loosely around herself. She winked at Jack, opened the door.

A rather startled young woman stood there, holding a tray with a bottle of wine and some glasses. She and Tina looked at each other in surprise, then the woman grinned ear to ear.

"Well, come on in!" Tina said, stifling a giggle.

The woman set the tray down, looked at Tina with interest. Tina blushed furiously at her obvious inspection. Then she gathered her wits.

"Here, let me get you a tip!" She walked over and found a bill, the towel was open enough to bare most of her behind. She walked back and handed the money to the woman.

"Thank you! I am Carlita, give us a call if you...need anything else." She looked over at Jack who was sitting there in surprise at this turn of events. She smiled broadly.

She went to the door, paused and looked back at Tina who was standing there with the towel barely covering her. Then she looked at Jack, and winked.

"Anything....at all!" She grinned again and left.

"Oh my God!" Tina laughed.

"I didn't expect that."

"You forgot to drop your towel." Jack grinned.

"It was a woman!"

"She didn't seem to mind at all." Jack was laughing now.

He couldn't help himself, he reached out and grabbed Tina's towel, then she took off running. He forgot to turn off the camera so there were scattered shots of mayhem as they darted back and forth. 

He had her cornered in seconds, reaching down with one hand to undo his pants as she squirmed in all directions. He poked at her a half dozen times before managing to get himself lined up and slid into her in one motion. She quit squirming, began to thrust back at him.

Later, they played back the video, laughing hysterically at the startled look on Tina's face, then portions of the chase around the room. When he finally got her down on her back, all the screen showed were their legs.

"Should I post this?" Jack asked her.

"Fine with me, it doesn't show anything much though."

"I bet everyone will just freeze the frame at the good spots, I have about three seconds of your bare beaver here and a bunch of titty shots."

"Your dick isn't in there anywhere, that's boring." She laughed. She was leaning over his shoulder looking at the tiny screen.

"Oh, look! There are your hairy balls!" She went into hysterics as his fanny showed for a second or two while they were going at it on the bed.

Only part of one of her legs showed, it was high in the air, along with glimpses of her behind.

"I think we need a cameraman." He laughed.

"No way in hell!" She grinned right back at that.

"It's still fun though. We can blur the woman's face out." Jack told her.

"Maybe she won't mind?" Tina asked.

"Why don't you call her up and ask her?" Jack laughed.

"Hey, I don't swing that way." She poked him with a fist.

"I wasn't thinking about you."

"You asshole!" Tina giggled.

"Pervert!" He answered.

Back home, Jack modified the video so the room service girl could not be identified, and posted it on the website.

A day later he checked, it ranked below a four.

"Maybe I should have shown more skin?" Tina laughed, looking over his shoulder as he played it for about the 20th time.

"That would have helped but I like this one anyway." He grinned at her.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist, gave her a hug.

Jack didn't care. They would get better at it.



Pizza and Whips for Valentine's Day



Valentine's Day. I fucking hate Valentine's Day. Everyone is "in love" but me. Being forty and single is difficult enough, but add Valentine's Day to the mix, and its absolute hell. I have been on a dating frenzy this past year. Met some real nice guys, but I didn't make any love connections. They were either funny, but completely unattractive or hot as hell and dumb as a rock. It's going to be a very, very long day.

When she first mentioned that I would make an excellent mistress, I was confused. Should I be flattered or insulted? What did she mean by "mistress"? Did I look like the type that would fuck a married man? 

But that's not what she meant.

Mary Ellen was the owner and proprietor of an adult toy shop. I have been single most of my adult life with a few quick relationships mixed in. The only real pleasure I could count on was Bob (my battery operated boyfriend). However, Bob liked different oils and lubes and an occasional upgrade to the clit critter attachment. It took me years to become comfortable with myself enough to actually use my toys, but to be a frequent costumer in a store... 

Little did I know that Mary Ellen was not only running a toy shop, but also a dungeon. No prostitution of any kind, legal, safe, and anonymous. The clients as well as the mistresses had complete anonymity. Only Mary Ellen knew the identities of her costumers and she was the epitome of discretion. When a client would come for his appointment, she alone would escort them down the back stairs to the basement, the dungeon. Once he paid his "bill", she would shackle him to whatever to the device of his choice, a pole, a bed, or even a crib. Then she would disguise him with a black hood with a mask.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, as I was making my purchase of a new water soluble lubricant for Bob and I, when Mary Ellen and I got to chatting about men and money, my least favorite topics. "You would make an excellent mistress" she said.

"Excuse me. Did you say "mistress?" Then she reaches under the counter and hands me a pamphlet, BSDM -- Submissive Play for the Adventurous Adult. "So many of my clients ask for a redhead and your long hair is would really bring in the cash. It's completely safe and anonymous. I have all types of ladies that work for me, teachers, accountants, even a lawyer."

"I don't think that's for me. But thanks for the, uh, complement." Mary Ellen put the pamphlet in my bag, told me to read it and think it over. I could make easy cash and I just might enjoy myself.

Five weeks later, it's Valentine's Day and I am working as a mistress for Mary Ellen. Just one night a week for a few hours. The pay is phenomenal and it is actually kind of fun. Definitely empowering. 

She saves the easy ones for me. I am still what she likes to call a "mistress in training" with only 5 slaves under my belt. My very first client was an older gentleman, I think. He was into the baby scenario. When I walked into his cell, he was laying in an oversized makeshift crib wearing a diaper. He asked if he could call me "mama" and I had to spank him for making "poo poo" in his diaper. I made $125 that night on him alone. Oh the stories I will have to tell, if I ever get the nerve up to tell anyone what I do in the evenings.

When I am in my leather costume, the only thing that really shows is my hair, which I pull back into a pony tail. I wear a mask and gloves and black boots with 5 inch heels. Slaves have absolutely no idea who I am and I don't have any idea who they are. Perfect.

My client for tonight was a newbie. Mary Ellen gives me just a quick background on him. My client tonight, on February 14th was a virgin to BDSM. He actually has a gift certificate for it. Apparently his friends bought it as a gag and he said "What the hell? Never know you like it till you try, right?" according to Mary Ellen. 

He begins to talk. "Excuse me, who's there?" His voice is different. Masculine without being macho. Manly and articulate. I am instantly aroused. This is going to be a fun one. Before I walk into the cell, I get my mistress act on. Being as bitchy down here as I want to be in real life...now I am in the dungeon. 

"Shut up! You talk when your mistress allows." I reply attempting to disguise my voice.

"Oh, sorry. I am new to this."

"Did I ask a question? Now shut up and get ready. Before I begin your pleasure, slave, do I need to review the rules?"

"No madam."

"I am your mistress, not your madam. We need a safe word, your choice, as long as it's not ouch."

"Um, how about cellophane?"

"That's a new one. You are a creative slave that I get to punish tonight."

"It's just that lately I feel like cellophane, you know, see-through."

Although I completely understood his feelings and I absolutely loved the analogy (hmm, a man with a creative brain...interesting), I raise my leather flogger and 'crack' right on his ass. "I didn't ask for your life story, boy!"

Crack! Crack!

I raise my whip for the next one and ...

"CELLOPHANE!" he yells out.

"Jesus, slave. That was a quickie. I hope you enjoyed your punishment. Mary Ellen will be in soon to untie you and give you some instructions." I step out of the room and shut the door behind me. It's a waste that I didn't get to see his face. I would ask Mary Ellen his name, but that is against her rules. Slave and Mistresses will always remain anonymous, no exceptions.

I go in the changing room and put on my street clothes, just a old pair of jeans and a sweater. By the time I get to the back door, Mary Ellen is there with my tip. "What the hell did you do so quickly? He left you a $150 tip!"

"Three hits and he was done. I know you can't tell me anything about him, but can you tell me one little thing?"

"That depends. What do you want to know?"

"Is he handsome?"

"He was an attractive guy. Nice smile and sweet brown eyes."

As I remove my costume, I decide to enjoy my Valentines' Day the best way I can. I say my goodbyes and head out to enjoy the rest of my Valentine's Day at my favorite pizza place. 

Parking is a bitch, so I park a few blocks away. It's cold outside, blustery winds, but the pizza is worth the walk. I come up to the door at the same time as a man approaching from the opposite direction. He reaches for the door and gently grazes my hand. With a quick glance I can tell he is tall with dark brown hair, conservatively dressed in a button down shirt and jeans. He has very kind brown eyes. As he moves in toward me I can smell him, clean, not over done with cologne. 

"Excuse me. Ladies first," he says just above a whisper.

"Thanks." I give him my filthy smile, after all I am only human, and walk in. The place is packed with couples enjoying the best pizza in the city. I walk up to the counter, noticing kind brown eyes behind me. I reach the counter and give my order.

"Large Pizza with double pepperoni, please."

"Ha Ha! That's exactly what I was going to order," he says under his breath.

The counter girl says, "Sorry we are low on pepperoni. No double orders tonight."

Just as I begin to say alright, the man begins politely interrupts. "I was going to order pepperoni, too. Can we just put our two pizzas together? Oh, if that's alright with you? If you wouldn't mind sharing with a stranger?"

The flirtatious frenzied dater in me agrees, of course, and so does the young girl behind the counter. How could she deny two lonely people on Valentine's Day? "Would you like it for here or to-go?" she asks with a sly smile across her face.

Without hesitation, I reply, "To-go. Oh, I am sorry. Would you prefer eating here?" With that I am praying he wants to get out of here. I am more than horny and he is really cute. I quick Valentine's Day fuck might be nice. Definitely worth a go.

"Your place or mine?" He laughs and so do I. We introduce ourselves and pass the time with small talk until the pizza is ready. He is so friendly and talking with him is not only interesting but also easy. I am trying to flirt but I am not putting on my best game. He agrees to go to my place since I live just 10 minutes away.

We ate and talked for what seemed hours about everything and anything from movies, books to childhood and even religion and politics. Thank god I had some beer in the refrigerator. Alcohol always helps me relax a bit when trying to flirt.

This guy is definitely different. He is funny and intelligent. I fall at ease so quickly with him. Most men I have dated have either turned my on because they are just cute or just funny, never both. It's hard to find someone who is funny AND cute, but adding smart to the mix just makes me wonder if I should just knock him out and tie him up in my bedroom. I can't let this one get away.

As we sit at the dining room table, finishing off the beer, I notice that his leg is touching mine. I slowly rock my leg back and forth. Just this light touch is making me hot. Suddenly he gets up to leave. Maybe I spooked him, too much too soon. He might just want a friend, which I can do very easily, but I am dying to get laid and he is too perfect. He really seems like a great guy. I walk him to the door and thank him for a wonderful evening. "I haven't enjoyed a Valentine's Day in years."

"Me either. This was great. We'll have to do it again soon."

Oh great! Like I haven't heard the "we'll do it again" or "I'll call you'. Maybe he is just the typical man who runs, but without getting a piece of ass. That never happened before. And I was getting that warm and fuzzy feeling again. Oh well, don't dwell. I did have a great conversation and absolutely delicious pizza. I could always use another friend, especially one that I can talk enjoy talking to so much.

We reach the door. There is an awkward silence. He stumbles over his words, "Good night and happy valentine's day."

"You, too."

With what seems like an eternity, we stand at the doorway just staring in each other's eyes. Finally, as if he couldn't take it anymore, he kisses me. With the slightest touch his lips meet mine. Sweet and soft. He pulls away and we both have a smile. Without any hesitation, I lean forward and get on my tiptoes to meet him. I kiss him. First, sweet and innocent. Then I slowly move my tongue between his lips only to meet his tongue waiting for me only the other side. With a quick move of his right hand, he grabs my head and plunges his tongue deeply. He moves his tongue around as if to be exploring every inch of my mouth. My knees get week but I can't stop. He removes his hand from my head and wraps his arms around my back pulling me into him as I gently thrust my hips into his crotch. His hands start to explore my body. First, my lower back then down on my ass. His kisses are wet and hard, and then quickly change to soft little flicks to his tongue. His hands move back up to my waist. He slides his hand into the waistline of my jeans. I can feel his cock grow hard against me and heat begins rising from between my legs. As he starts to suck on my lower lip, his hand reaches under my panties against my bare ass. I groan with excitement and anticipation. If his kisses make me wet, what would sex be like? I can't stop kissing and grinding against him. He tastes so good and we are so in synch. I start moving my hips back and forth into him. 

He moves from my lips and slowly kisses my cheeks, then down to my neck. I moan as he moves his right hand to the front of me. Without stopping his sucking on my neck, he moves his hand to my tits, rubbing on the outside of my shirt. My nipples grow like hard little pebbles with each movement of his fingers. With one smooth motion, he slips his thumb under my shirt and bra. His thumb rubs my erect nipple. I moan a bit louder and our breathing gets heavier. He moves back to my mouth, slamming his thick tongue deep into my mouth as it was his cock. He hand squeezing my tits making me moan louder and louder.

With one movement he removes his hands from my tits and grabs my face. It is my ultimate kissing turn- on. I feel like I am in the final love scene of a chick flick where the leading man gets the girl and kisses her deeply and passionately. I am beyond turned on at this point. My panties are wet and I fear that the moistness will be apparent through my jeans. His cock is hard as a rock against me. I move my leg over so his cock would be right between my legs, if only our jeans weren't blocking. Oh god, I wish he would just fuck me right now up against the open door. 

He gives me one last kiss, sweet and soft. "Tomorrow, dinner, my place." So he's not running. My smile must have taken up my entire face.

He steps outside onto the porch, but turns to me and smiles...

He whispers ...

"Cellophane."



Pizza Boy



Everyone in this story is over 18

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Margaret sat quietly as her husband and son debated over dinner. The 38 year old housewife was only 5'7", weighing barely 120 pounds. Petite and plain, Margaret highlighted her features by wearing yoga pants and tank tops, showing off her supple body.

"Mom what do you think?" her son Tom asked, drawing her attention away from the TV.

"Um, pizza?" she suggested, knowing it was her son's favorite.

"Fine, go ahead and order one and we'll ride to the store, I'm not paying an extra four dollars for soda." her husband griped before grabbing his keys.

Putting a call into the local pizza joint, Margaret waited as her family drove away. Because of her romantic television show, different sexual fantasies had started creeping into her mind, causing her to jump when the door bell rang.

"Aren't you Justin, Delia's son?" she smiled when recognizing him.

"Yeah, me and Tom are friends." he answered as his eyes drifted across her black leggings.

Digging through her purse, Margaret caught his eyes when handing over the money, sending a shiver through her spine. Overcome by her fantasies, she tracked his eyes as they followed her hand, rubbing down her stomach and in between her thighs.

Justin swallowed nervously as she smiled at him. "Uh, Mrs. Jones, what are you-"

"What's wrong? See something you like?"

"Well. . . yeah." he chuckled.

Biting her lip, Margaret squeezed her breast before getting on her knees. "Close the door." she ordered, watching him step into the house and shut it.

"Now take them off." she moaned, pointing to his crotch.

After setting down the pizza box, Justin unzipped his pants and lowered them. Dull gray briefs were all that covered him now, giving outline to his erection. Slipping his thumbs into the elastic band, he yanked them down, freeing himself of it's bondage.

"Jeez, Kid!" Margaret gushed when laying eyes on it, mentally comparing the size to her husband's. Inadvertently licking her lips, the housewife moved closer before grabbing him.

Justin shuddered from her touch, causing him to inhale sharply. "How long do we have?" he asked.

Pulling her lips away, Margaret hummed before she answered, "Ten minutes I hope."

"We should hurry then." he smiled.

Opening her mouth, she attempted to devour his entire length in one motion. However, due to her lack of experience, Margaret was only able to do half, stopping when the tip hit her uvula.

Justin moaned as her lips tightened, sucking and pulling him forward. "Holy cow, Mrs. Jones." he chuckled when she gripped his buttocks.

Breathing through her nose, Margaret strained as she worked harder, sucking his erection into her throat. With each inch going down, his hairless stomach approached her face. Gripping and squeezing his backside, Margaret shut her eyes before pushing forward, finally reaching his base.

"Oh my god," Justin gleamed happily. "not even my mom can do that." he confessed, causing her to recoil in shock.

Gasping for air, the housewife struggled to make sense of what he said. Opening her mouth to speak, Justin wasted no time in forcing himself back inside her mouth.

With his balls on her chin, Justin held her ears, thrusting into her face repeatedly. Unable to resist, Margaret held her breath as he proccedded to fuck her mouth. Does he treat his mother like this? she thought as his length pushed down her throat again, sending shivers to her pussy.

"I'm about to blow," he grimaced as she looked up at him. "here it comes!" Pushing forward, Justin's cock sunk completely into her throat, his balls emptying into her stomach. 

Margaret's eyes watered as her body cried for oxygen, only getting relief once he withdrew. Coughing and gulping air, the married woman stared in awe at the young teenager's drooping erection.

Before she could speak, headlights appeared in the driveway. "Oh shit, they're home!" she panicked, rising from her knees and swallowing before wiping her mouth.

Car doors slamming were heard outside as Justin pulled up his briefs, tucking his wet erection away before raising his pants. 

"Mom, we're back!" Tom shouted, seconds before he opened the door. Standing in the hallway was his friend Justin, smiling as his mother held the box of pizza.

"Oh hey, Justin." Tom smiled before grabbing the pizza and running into the kitchen. 

"It was nice seeing you again, dear. Be sure to tell your mom to call me, okay?" Margaret said, knowing her son could hear her.

As her husband entered the house, he was slightly startled to find someone else standing there. Once he realized it was just the pizza boy, he brushed off his concern and walked to the kitchen, giving Margaret's cheek a kiss as he passed. 

"Thanks for the meal." she smirked.

"No problem." he replied.



Pizza Boy Delivers to a Frat House



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Josh moaned when he saw the order he was up for next: two large pies, double order of chicken wings, and two chocolate dessert stix going to the ATO House late on a Thursday night. That usually meant that there was at least a small party already underway at the frat with a reputation for partying hard all weekend. He had already become more of an object of teasing attention at that particular house than he cared for....not that he wouldn't have been willing to play some with the hot older guys that were frat brothers, but the teasing had been all that ever happened and their tips were normally pretty shitty. Josh sighed as he bagged up the order and noticed the extra note of "pool room" next to the address. 

"Great," he mumbled to himself as he walked to his car. The pool room at ATO was secluded clear in the back and had a reputation for where the butt pats, crotch grabs, and sleazy suggestions tended to be the worst....especially when there were three or more of the frat boys partying. Ten minutes later, Josh was making his way thru the narrow hallway of the old house and smelling the sweet aroma of good smoke wafting thru the darkness. As expected, the comments started as soon as the door to the room closed behind him.

"Oh look....the pizzas are here....and they sent us the cute young one this time," was the first smart remark from one guy. 

That was quickly followed by "Yeah....when there are five of us, we need that young stuff with the stamina to handle it all," from another. 

The first butt slap from yet another was accompanied with "Nice firm cheeks though.....bet he's a virgin." 

Josh was not amused and struggled to maintain himself for the sake of the potential tip as he sat the loaded delivery bag on the edge of the pool table in the center of the room. "Got your cure for the munchies fellows....one of you rich boys have the cash?" was his opening volley in what he expected to be a short war of one liners.

One very buzzed up brother stepped up, grabbed his own crotch, and spouted off with "I've got some munchies you can take care of right here pizza boy." 

Another also obviously stoned brother joined him and teased with "I have the money so I get the first blow job."

Seeing the two $20 bills in his hand and knowing the order was for $32 something, Josh decided to work them for the chance of hearing "Keep the change." He leaned back against the pool table, ran his hand across his own box, and teased back with "Maybe you guys need to take care of this is more like it."

That crack brought laughter from four of the brothers and the one with the money winked as he said "This one has balls....I like that." He stepped closer and slipped the two bills in Josh's pants pocket, grabbed a handful of crotch, and whispered "Keep it all

studpuppy....but take a couple hits off the bong and let's see just how brave that mouth of yours really is." 

It had been more than a week since he had played, and Josh grew hard as soon as the hand rubbed him. He looked straight into the eyes boring thru him and simply replied "Bring it on!" 

An already well packed bong was pressed into his hand by a second brother that was suddenly standing directly in front of him, and a third slid up against him on the right as he took a deep first draw. A hand found its way under his shirt and fingers began circling his belly button as he inhaled. "That's it pizza boy.....drag that smoke all the way down here and hold it." By the time Josh took the second hit, his erection was full and the hand had moved north to find and tweak a nipple. He stifled a moan for the sake of a third deep hit and then passed off the spent bong to one of the two brothers that were standing behind the others. He admitted silently to himself that he was enjoying the attention and between his horniness and the numbing buzz that was coming on quickly, that he was pretty much ready for whatever the five frat boys had in mind. 

Josh heard "Lock the door." as he was being lifted up and gently pushed down on his back on the beer stained green felt of the pool table. The ancient smoke crusted Budweiser bar light above it cast just enough glow to be able to watch as his pants were unbuckled by one brother and his polo being pulled off by another that had joined him on the table and was kneeling just beyond his head. His shorts and boxers were yanked down his legs in the same motion and his 7" of pride bounced off his pubes once before standing at attention for the frat guys.

"Oh fuck yeah. Pizza boy is ready," is all he heard before a mouth closed over his already oozing cock. The guy who was also on the table with him, stood up and Josh watched intently as he quickly stripped right above him. He couldn't help but lick his lips as the now nude college boy sank to his knees and straddled his head so that the 8" of boned manhood he had settled across Josh's forehead and the oozing dick head slid over his nose to the lips that were parting in anticipation. Josh was just taking the mushroom between them when he felt his legs being spread and separate tongues licking each inner thigh. He tried to count the different number of mouths and hands that were exploring him, but with the combination of the full effect the pot was having and the stud that was forcing hard dick into his throat, it was impossible to concentrate that much. Instead, he spread his legs further and felt new hands pushing his ass upwards. He tilted his head back to allow the final inch of the 8" tool to fill his throat and was enjoying the rapid short thrusts and balls rubbing across his closed eyelids. 

Not sure he could have even if had wanted to, Josh didn't object when his butt cheeks were being parted and his legs pulled up to be placed on waiting shoulders. The familiar feel of a large cock head being pressed against his puckering rose bud caused him to begin sucking with more fervor making that frat bro very happy from the "Oh fuck yeah pizza boy," that came from the shadows above him. 

Just as the bulbous head popped thru his tight anal ring, he felt knees bump against his torso on each side and hard tools being brushed back and forth on his pecs almost in unison like a well choreographed dance. The cock in his ass was probing deeper and as the brother going there took the final full plunge, Josh felt his lips stretch as a second piece of pulsing meat joined the one that had been pounding his tonsils for what seemed like hours. In a brief moment of lucidity, he counted quickly and decided that all five frat boys were now accounted for before he drifted back to being worked one way or another by each of them. A free hand from somewhere had wrapped itself around his pre soaked rod and with the pistoning jack hammering of his ass, the double blow job he was giving, the twin frottage on his chest, and the soft paw stroking him....Josh knew that he would soon explode. 

That feeling was evidently shared as he heard a voice utter "Gawd damn I am close." 

That sentiment was followed by a quartet of "Me too," from the rest. 

The brother that had been slamming Josh ever harder and harder and bumping his button with every stroke ordered: "Set it up guys!" In seconds, he felt a warmness on his stomach and looked to see one of the pizza boxes sitting there with the lid peeled back. Far too much into the eroticism of being in the middle of a six way fuck fest, Josh didn't try to figure out what the deal was with the pizza and re-closed his eyes as his balls tightened. As the juices started the move from his gonads to the throbbing shaft, one of the cocks pulled from his mouth and he heard a loud cry of "Mother-fuck-me-running!!!" at the same time a long rope crossed his face and ended up splattering on the pie. 

The other tool that had been filling his face pulled out also and he watched as three large wads flew over his chin and become extra topping on the pizza also. The sight of it brought him to a Mount Vesuvius eruption and Josh added a half dozen thick globs of his own to the mix. One of the guys that had been fucking his pecs cried "Hell yeah pizza boy....cover that thing!" at the same time he and the other guy blasted more cum loads on the sticky cheese. 

Two more deep plunges by the steel rod that had been hammering his ass and Josh gasped as it suddenly withdrew and more than equaled the amount of hot streams Josh had drained on the pizza. He had a huge smile on his face as the stud looked down at him and milked one last thimbleful onto the slices. He grinned at Josh and told him "With loads like yours pizza boy, plan on pledging here in the spring." 

Josh grinned back and looked on in awe without saying a word as the ass banger picked up a slice and the others followed suit when he licked the sticky top and slid it in his mouth. As his new friends chowed down, one asked "You've never tried a double pepperoni, double protein pie, pizza boy?" Josh shrugged his shoulders and grabbed one of the remaining three slices, chewed off a chunk with cheese, pepperoni, and cum and savored the new unique flavor mixture that was tantalizing his taste buds. Not only was it good, but he also found himself completely hard again in the middle of the pool table by the time he pushed the final piece of jis soaked crust between his teeth. A quick scan of the five frat bros confirmed that the extra topping you will never find as a menu option had affected them the same way.

He showed off his pearly whites in a wide smile as he asked them: "You guys ready to mix up some more special sauce for the other pie?"