the pizza guy caught me tipping with my pussy and now he delivers every friday

still 45, same ohio apartment, same starbucks, same nursing notes i use as cum rags. friday nights my roommate crashes at her bf’s, so it’s just me, netflix, and a large pepperoni. i order from the same place every week cause the delivery guy (24, curly hair, dimples, tight red polo) always flirts when i answer in tiny shorts.

tonight i was extra horny. double shift, no breaks, pussy throbbing under the apron all day. ordered at 11pm, tipped $20 online but had a better idea. stripped to just an oversized crop top (no bra, nipples poking) and a red thong that says “EAT HERE” on the front. doorbell rang. heart pounding, i opened wide, pizza box in his hands, eyes dropping straight to my tits.

“uh… $18.47” he stuttered. i grabbed the box, set it on the counter, then grabbed his wrist. “keep the change, want your real tip?” pulled him inside, shut the door. pushed him against it, dropped to my knees on the welcome mat. yanked his jeans open. dick sprang out: 7 inches, thick, already leaking. smelled like pizza dough and sweat. i took him deep, throat opening easy from all the practice, nose in his pubes.

he groaned, hands in my hair, hips bucking. “fuck you’re hungry”. i popped off, drool stringing. “starving”. stood up, turned around, bent over the couch. thong to the side, pussy dripping down my thighs. “deliver it here”. he didn’t hesitate. lined up, slammed in balls-deep. couch scooted across the floor with every thrust, my tits bouncing wild, nipples scraping the fabric.

he grabbed my hips, pounded hard, balls slapping my clit. “this what you order every week?” “yes daddy” i moaned. he slapped my ass, left red handprints. reached under, rubbed my clit sloppy. i came fast, pussy gushing, squirting on his sneakers. he kept railing, grunting, “gonna fill this tight cunt”. “do it, breed me” i begged.

he buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding me. so much it leaked out around him, running down my legs onto the rug. he pulled out slow, watched it drip. i turned, dropped again, cleaned his dick with my tongue, sucked the cum off his balls. he tucked away, zipped up. “same time next week?” i nodded, pussy still twitching.

now every friday he “forgets” the receipt. i answer naked, bent over the kitchen counter before the door even shuts. sometimes he eats my pussy on the pizza box, sauce on my clit. sometimes he fucks my ass while i hold the tip jar, coins rattling. last week he brought a friend (22, coworker), double-stuffed me on the living room floor, both loads mixing inside me while i screamed into a slice.

starbucks paycheck goes straight to domino’s now. who needs nursing when you’ve got nightly creampies?