a sock in her lingerie drawer.
I got a twenty out and then called the closest pizza place to request a delivery. I wanted a pizza with all the red meat they could find on it. While I waited for the pizza, I turned on
I had just sat down when the email chime went off on the computer. I got back up and went to read it.
Humph, he was beginning to sound like he was full of shit. I talked a lot of junk but I could back my shit up. I wasn’t so sure about him, but what the hell. Might as well find out. I responded right away.
I glanced at the time in the right-hand bottom corner of Jon’s computer screen and realized the pizza place was getting dangerously close to their thirty-minute guaranteed delivery time. Shit, free pizza is even better than good pizza.
With a mere two minutes left, there was a knock at the door. As I went to open it, I said, “Shit!” After I opened the door, I said, “Triple shit!”
The brother standing there in front of the doorway was just that: fine as triple shit. He was tall, dark, clean- shaven, and had lips to die for.
He just stared at me for a second, checking me out. I spun around and poked my ass out at him so he could get a better look.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked him.
“Uh, yeah, I love what I see,” he responded hesitantly. “Um, here’s your pizza.”
“Could you be a sweetheart and bring it inside for me?” I grabbed my right wrist. “I have that darn carpal tunnel syndrome, fooling around with that computer mouse and all.”
“Sure, I can bring it in,” he replied.
“Thanks.” He followed me into the dining room. “You can just sit it down right here on the table.”
“No problem.” He looked at the receipt taped to the side of the box. “That’ll be sixteen-fifty.”
I had tucked the twenty into my bra. Instead of reaching down to get it inconspicuously, I put on a show. I unbuttoned the shirt I had on and exposed my bra, then whipped out my titty so he could see my nipple and took out the money. I handed it to him, without covering myself up. “Here you go. Keep the change.”
He licked his sexy-ass lips. “Thanks.”
I started squeezing his arm. “You look like you work out. Do you?”
“Whenever I get a chance.”
“You work out at home or at the gym?”
“Mostly at home but sometimes I go to the gym.”
“Which one?” I asked.
“The Body Sculpture.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of it.” I licked my lips back at him. “Do all the men who work out there look as fine as you? If so, I might need to start hanging out there.”
He blushed. “Um, I’m not sure. I’m not one to check out other men.”
“So you don’t know if they’re as well-hung as you, then?”
“What makes you think I’m well-hung?” he asked me.
“Just an assumption. You seem like the type of man that would have major holdings.” I slid my hand down his arm and onto his crotch. “Oh yeah, my assumption was right.”
He started laughing. “This is wild!”
“Do you have other deliveries to make?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but they won’t give them to me until I get back to the shop.” He looked at his watch. “I should really get going.”
I stood on my toes and nibbled gently on his chin. “Couldn’t you tell them you had car trouble or something?”
He lowered his mouth onto mine and darted his tongue into my mouth. “I suppose I could do that, if I had the right motivation to do so.”
“Well, then, let me give you some motivation.”
I sat down on a dining-room chair and started unzipping his pants. He looked like he could split bricks with his dick when I took it out.
“Um, chocolate on a stick, my favorite,” I said. I remembered seeing some whipped cream in Jon’s refrigerator. “Sit down on the table. I’ll be right back.”
When I came back, he was completely nude and spread-eagle on the dining-room table.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I said. I squeezed some whipped cream on the head of his dick. “Feed Momma the dick.”
I took my time licking the whipped cream off his dick as he moaned and groaned. Then I deep-throated him until he exploded in my mouth.
“Mighty tasty,” I commented afterward.
“Glad you liked it,” he replied.
I took off my clothes and climbed onto the table from the opposite direction, placing my pussy over his face while I took his dick into my mouth again. We sucked on each other for a while and then I moved down, smearing my pussy juice over his chest and abdomen. I climbed on top of him backward and sat on his dick. As I rode him, it sounded like someone slurping up a thick milkshake through a straw.
Once I had my way with him, I told him, “You can get dressed now.”
He agreed, after peeping his watch. “Yeah, I better go. But listen, I get off at eleven. Want me to come back?”
“No, I have plans,” I answered.
“Well, what about tomorrow sometime?”
“I have plans then, too. And before you ask, I have plans the day after that and the day after that.” I wanted to make sure he got the hint so I added, “In fact, I have plans for the rest of my natural life.”
He shook his head as he put on his clothes. “Damn, you don’t have to be that cold.”
“Let’s just keep it simple. You came over here, we were attracted to each other, we explored it, and now it’s over. You can go back to delivering pizza and I can finally eat mine.”
He had the audacity to cop an attitude with me. “Okay, whatever. I’m used to whores like you.”
I smirked at him. “Let yourself out. I have to go take a shower. Whores like me keep busy schedules. I have to go get ready for my next fuck of the night.”
I left him standing there looking stupid, the little hound dog.
I debated about keeping my appointment with DickinUDown. I had already met my dick quotient for the day. Then again, he was into domination and submission and that was a huge turn-on. I stopped by an adult shop and picked up some items, then headed over to the Paradise U.S.A. motel.
I waited for more than thirty minutes for him to show up and was about to leave when I spotted a raggedy
