Pre-pandemic I went through a phase where I really enjoyed seducing pizza delivery guys. Yes, these things do happen in real life! To be clear, I only did this for fun and fully paid for all of my food, aside from the few that were so grateful they refused my money and paid for it themselves out of pocket (like the one middle-aged Indian guy who delivered to my hotel and when he came in my mouth he kept repeating “I love you! I love you!” He was super sweet and appreciative and refused my money for the pizza). I would open the door wearing something a little too low or too high to first grab their attention. Again, I absolutely love the part where a man’s face changes when he realizes that a sex goddess stands before them, and is readily giving them the attention they need and deserve.

This particular time, I opened the door, and greeted him with a friendly smile while the shoulder of my robe slid down, slightly revealing one of my pierced nipples but I pretended not to notice. He was standing on the part of the porch that was 1-2 steps below the front door, so he was eye-level with my glorious, sumptuous breast. He stepped up and barely uttered a coherent sentence as he handed me my pizza and the receipt to sign, as I tactfully grazed my exposed breast and nipple with my forearm as I reached out, thus causing the robe to slip down even more. I “modestly” tried to cover myself and offered for him to step inside so I could put the pizzas down and sign my receipt; this would end up being the turning point. Some would get nervous and decline, which I totally respected and they went on their way. But as I always say, “Fortune favors the brave and the bold,” and this bewildered young man stuttered something about needing to get going with more deliveries. “I won’t take up too much of your time,” I would croon with a sly yet meaningful grin.

So he stepped inside and oh my goodness—I don’t have a pen! This darn robe has zero pockets. I watched his body language as he fumbled in his pocket for one and then I get very direct: “I see you looking, you don’t have to be shy,” I say, then I stepped forward and grabbed his free hand and placed it on my breast—both hands if I’m lucky. He slowly caressed and squeezed them with a breathy “Nice” while I purred with satisfaction at my imminent success. He kept looking back between my tits and my eyes, gauging my reaction while I nodded with approval. Then he stepped forward and hungrily sucked on my tits, squeezing them and breathing heavily through his nose while I pulled his head closer into me.

I pulled back, biting my lip, and shifted my gaze down to his impressive bulge and back to his face “May I touch you?” And he nods vigorously (because consent!). Then I squatted down and started to undo his belt, gazing up at him hungrily while he shakily and almost frantically finishes with the belt and undoing his zipper. The moment his cock springs out, I grabbed it firmly and tastefully lick all around it and then shove it in my mouth the way that pizza was going to be in about 5 minutes. He sharply inhales and then exhales “Fuuuuuck” while I go down on him, slurping and sucking. I’m positive he’s never had head nearly this good in his entire life. He placed his hand on top of my head and stroked his cock into my throat in unison with my rhythm. After a moment or two I pulled back, sucking up a long, gooey string of spit just long enough to tell him to let me know when he’s about to cum.

He then grabs my head with more force and I open my throat for him to fuck it as he pleases. He began to lose his balance so I help him out by grabbing him by the thighs and pressing him into the wall behind him while never losing contact with his shaft penetrating my mouth, so he has nowhere to go but up into cloud nine. As his breath got quicker and I felt his cock get harder, I knew he was about to come to fruition. He managed to squeeze out a desperate “I’m about to cum!” And I moaned an “mm-hmm” in a “Yes, feed me” type of inflection. He pressed his cock to the back of my throat and I open wide—I can feel the base of him pulsing and twitching, and with each spurt of that sweet nut, I reflexively swallow until he’s completely drained and breathless. Being a good host, I cleaned him off with my mouth and he resets his pants and belt situation. He’s obviously speechless and I sign the receipt and thank him, while he thanks me back and leaves, because the next pizza on his route was probably getting cold.

Dreams do come true when you manifest them into reality. I’m happy knowing I gave them a moment of bliss they’ll never forget and can share with their friends.