Alicia had the fantasy all the time: She orders a pizza and embarrassingly realizes she doesn’t have any cash to pay the delivery man. But then she gets an idea—she’ll pay him in yummy sexual trade. The pizza man can’t believe his luck and their encounter heats up while her pizza cools down.
With her husband out of town, Alicia decides to finally enjoy a special delivery from the man who has a reputation around town for bringing something extra with his pies. But little does she know, this pizza man wants more than just a delicious quickie.
Warning: Gratuities (8,700 words) contains awkward oral, bubble bath foot worship, and high caloric naughtiness.
I couldn’t hide my arousal. “Is everything all right?” my husband asked me, as Stephen continued caressing my legs. “You sound flustered. Are you feeling well?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a little bit tired. I don’t want to keep you, so maybe I should let you get back to work.”
The next thing Andrew said would usually make me incredibly happy, but in this case, it was the exact right thing to say at the exact wrong moment.
“No, I have plenty of time. And I wanted to hear your voice. I felt bad that I didn’t get to come home before I left.”
“That’s really sweet of….”
All of a sudden, Stephen opened my legs wide and buried his face in my pussy, licking my folds as if his tongue was mining for hidden sexual treasures.
“Honey, I have to go to the bathroom real quick. Hold on a sec,” I gasped and tried to hide my exquisite discomfort.
I put my hand over the phone and moved it as far away from my body as I could. I leaned over and watched Stephen fucking me with his tongue.
“What are you doing?” I whispered breathlessly. “At least wait until I’m off the phone.”
He lifted his head up from the work he was doing between my legs just long enough to say, “I’m taking care of you. You know you love it. You should enjoy it.”
“I would enjoy it a little bit more if my husband wasn’t on the phone.”
“Then hang up.”