I knew a woman in my yoga class who used to brag about how tired she was every morning due to the fact that her husband gave her a good fucking the night before. She would stand there in the locker room, going on and on about how big his dick was and how long he lasted and how tired and sore her pussy was after riding that massive cock for hours. Most of the women laughed, some were put off by it, but I listened with interest.
“So, when you say ‘big’, what exactly do you mean?” I asked one day as I slipped out of my sweaty yoga pants.
She held her fingers out to indicate about ten inches. “About that big.” she said. She then made a C shape with her fingers. “And about that thick.”
I nodded my head. “Not bad.” I said, feeling a bit jealous. My own husband’s dick is only about six inches. It would be nice to get stuffed by such a huge cock every night, I thought.
To my surprise, I found the woman crying in the locker room before yoga class one day. She told me her husband had left her and was moving out that day. I said whatever comforting words I could think of as she sobbed uncontrollably.
“And the worst part is, he works with me at Sheldon’s. So I still have to see him all the time!” she lamented.
“Sheldon’s? The pizzeria on 7th?” I asked. She nodded her head and continued to cry but I had to get out of there. I was suddenly craving a pizza with extra sausage! I gave her a final pat on the shoulder and left the gym.
I walked into Sheldon’s and saw a couple of teenagers working and picked up a menu. A middle aged man walked over and greeted me, asking me if he could take my order. I told him that I just had a grueling yoga class and was dying for some carbs. He smiled and asked where I did yoga and when I told him he smiled and said his wife took yoga classes there too. “Well, my ex wife-to-be, I should say.”
Bingo! I had the right guy. I leaned against the counter, knowing that my cleavage looked perfect and smiled at him. “Do you deliver?” I asked with my most sultry voice.
He nodded his head. “Yes. I can deliver a pizza anytime and anywhere you want. “ he stared at my tits and actually licked his lips! I told him to bring over a small cheese pizza in about thirty minutes and gave him my address. My husband was out of town, so I wasn’t worried he’d spoil my fun.
As soon as I got home, I stripped my clothes off and was about to take a quick shower for my pizza delivery man when my doorbell rang. I peeked outside and saw that it was Pizza Guy, standing at the door empty handed. I opened the door and let him in.
“Oh fuck yeah, baby!” he said when he saw that I was naked. He put his hands on my hips and stared down at my bald pussy, licking his lips again.
“Where’s the pizza?” I asked.
He blinked in surprise. “Did you really want a pizza?” he asked. I burst out laughing. I guess I really didn’t. What I really wanted was to get a look at his giant cock. I told him to get his pants off. He complied very quickly and I finally saw the famous phallus. It was indeed a large one, very thick just like Yoga Woman had described.
“Fuck the pizza. I’d rather have this cock for dinner.” I got on my knees and wrapped my wet mouth around his snake. As soon as my tongue made contact with it, it twitched hard. I slid my lips up and down the shaft and that was a very long trip for them. With each pull, I got a little more of that dick inside my mouth until I was swallowing it whole, the head of it hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a few times but managed to deepthroat it. I let my teeth scrape lightly against his velvety skin and he moaned loudly and hissed between his lips with intense pleasure.
I massaged his balls and they were very hard. I knew he had a monster batch of cum brewing in his nuts. He grabbed my hair and held my head still while he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. The wet slurping sounds from my mouth got louder as he pumped faster. I felt that warm gush of cum spraying like a hose inside my mouth. I quickly swallowed what I could and then pulled some more out of his cum hole.
I didn’t tip him, of course. But I did make him go back to the pizzeria to make me the cheese pizza he was supposed to bring. When he came back, it was his turn to eat… but he didn’t eat pizza!
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