Even though I worked as a pizza delivery guy for years at university, I never thought it’d happen to me. I didn’t think it actually did, to anyone, in real life.

It felt like any other early Saturday evening the night I got fired from my delivery job. I was driving to a new place. The only thought in my head, was I hoped they gave a good tip.

The address was a small, two-story terraced house. It had a black painted door with both a brass lion’s head knocker and doorbell. All perfectly normal looking.

 I opted to use the knocker. I slammed it against the wood of door, but for long minutes, nothing happened. I was just about to reach for it again, when it swung inwards, away from me, and then I saw her.

She was short and blonde and stunning. So pretty, she could be been a model. Her eyes were wide, as if in surprise, her face was flushed, there was an odd expression on it, it looked like both excitement and fear. I couldn’t understand why, I was just a pizza delivery guy, but as I glanced down, I got it.

“I got your pizza,” I managed to say, although language wasn’t coming easy, that part of my brain felt like it was shutting down.

She stared at me. She looked as stunned as I felt. “You’re cuter than I thought you’d be,” was all she said.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I gestured at her. “And you’re more naked than I thought you’d be.” I was babbling. I didn’t know what to say.

She wasn’t entirely nude. She was wearing a t-shirt, but only a t-shirt, and a short one at that. Her legs were long for such a petite woman, they were smooth and toned. Her stomach, from what I could see of it, was flat. She had a tended patch of dark blonde hair, two plump, pink, cute, waxed pussy lips beneath. God, she looked fucking incredible. I was rock hard before I knew it, my cock throbbing against my thigh in my jeans.

“I’m doing a dare,” she said in a rush. “For my webcam thing. I’ve only just started. Online, I mean.”

 My mind was numb, I had no idea how I was supposed to be acting. “How’s it going?” I blurted out.

“Good. I think. Oh god, I’m freaking out.”

 She was. I could see it in her eyes. “That’ll be twenty-one fifty,” I said, trying to focus on some sort of normality.

 “Do you take cards?”

“Yep.” But it was so surreal to be having this conversation, with this gorgeous woman standing before me bottomless. I was struggling to keep my eyes on her face, it was difficult stopping them wondering down to her bare thighs and her hips and her pussy.

“Actually, do you want to come in?” she asked in a rush. “I’m filming this right now. If I’m going to use this, could you sign a release form for me?”

If I’d have been thinking clearly, I’d probably have refused. But I wasn’t. How could I have been? “Sure.”

I stepped inside her house like a moth flying to a flame. She shut the door behind me, and the moment I was in there, a change came over her. Her nerves seemed to fall away. “You really are hot,” she said. “You want to finger-fuck me on camera?”

What? OK. “Hell yeah.”

It all happened in a bit of a daze then. I must have put the pizza down, somewhere, as suddenly I was in her arms. We were pressed into each other, she was kissing me, her tongue was in my mouth, mine in hers. Her breath was sweet, her lips even softer than they’d looked.

She sighed, she wriggled into me, she sounded horny, as if her stunt had turned her on, as if inviting a strange guy into her place did.

It was all happening so quickly, I was more than a little bewildered. I wasn’t thinking, my hands moved over her as if they had a mind of their own. I held her face, I ran my fingers through her silky hair as we kissed. I dropped down to her t-shirt, I grasped at her sizeable breasts through her clothes, she moaned, low and breathy, to urge me on.

My other hand glided down her narrow back to her naked butt, and sweet fucking Jesus, she felt incredible. I’d always been an ass lover, it was the part of a woman’s body that most fired me up, and this woman, whoever she was, had a glorious rear. Her cheeks were full and hefty and curved, they were dense, they felt springy, like you could bounce pennies off of them.

She moaned with fast rising urgency, into my lips, as we kissed. “I’m filming this. Is that OK?” she panted.

In that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. “Whatever.”

“Thanks. This could really help my channel. You want to finger me?”

I didn’t reply with words, I slid my right hand around and down her body. She stepped her feet wider apart as I passed through the silken hair. She moaned, she shuddered, as my fingers closed over her smooth, slippery cunt.

God, she was soaking, and what greater compliment could a woman give you than that? She trembled against me as I skimmed over her, as I stroked, as I held her pussy in my hand, as I rubbed her with a circular motion of my wrist. She pressed herself into me, eager for more.

I parted her folds gently. I traced my middle finger up through the wetness between to find the small, firm bulge of her clitoris. She’d asked me to finger-fuck her, but I knew only good things came from stroking a girl’s clit.

She groaned into me as I tickled across her, she sucked on my lower lip. She showed me what she wanted with her body, with her bucking hips, I matched her pace with my fingertip. I used more pressure as she mashed her clit into me.

I still had my other hand on her magnificent ass. I gripped and mauled her. I slid between her curved cheeks. The angle wasn’t great, but I managed to press a digit into the wet warmth of her cunt. I stretched with a second.

She made high, panting, moaning sounds as I pleasured her front and back. I was pretty sure she was putting it on for the camera, but I wasn’t going to complain, it was horny as hell.

She pulled her t-shirt off as I flitted across her clit, as I screwed her streaming pussy. She pressed her a pair of wonderfully-rounded, full, high tits into my chest. I dropped my face to kiss them. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I sucked on her thick, rigid nipples.

One of her hands slid down me, she searched for the bulge of my cock, she found it. She groaned as she ran her fingers over me, as she tried to close them around my dick through my clothes.

A part of me still couldn’t quite believe that this was happening. It didn’t feel real. Maybe that’s why I did what I did next? I traced my little finger on the hand I had between her buttocks higher. I pressed it to the clenched pucker of her asshole. I tickled her with it, in that most forbidden of places.

She didn’t stop me. This woman, whatever the fuck her name was, moaned all the louder for it. “Let me see your cock,” she gasped with her lips on my ear.

“Take it out,” I replied.

She pulled at my belt, she tugged my jeans open. She shoved them down to my knees along with my boxers. My dick bobbed up and stood proud, as if in eager expectation. I shudder ran through me as her fingers closed tight around my shaft.

“You’re big,” she groaned into my lips. “I like that. You’re so thick.”

We kissed, I did my best to stroke her clit, to screw her pussy, to tease her asshole, as she tugged on me with what felt like genuine urgency, as she moaned and mewled. Her other hand fell to my balls, she cupped and stroked me. “That feels good. You can finger my ass, if you want to,” she whispered.

Fuck yes.

I drew my two digits out of her pussy. I left her clit, I dropped the hand I had on her front lower. I pressed my index and middle fingers up into her cunt. With that angle, I could bury myself in her all the way. I could curl forwards to find her g-spot. Her whole body shook as I rubbed across it.

I spat on my other hand, I smeared it between her buttocks. I did it a second time, a third, she moaned to urge me on. I pressed my middle fingertip to her asshole, I massaged her, soothing that muscular entrance, softening it. With just about enough lubrication from my spittle, I pushed up and into her ass.

She made the most sublime groaning-grunting sound as I penetrated her pucker, and fuck, I loved doing this way too much. Being in a girl’s derriere was as intimate as it was bad. And it was like nothing else. Her sphincter was soft but strong, it felt like she was trying to crush my finger. She was hotter in her ass than in her cunt.

She jacked my dick with zeal, as I pleasured her g-spot, as I pleasured her rear. I eased into her further, through that inch-deep ring of muscle into the more open space beyond. That space that felt perfectly smooth, like warm velvet. I tickled within her back passage, her legs nearly gave way.

I went back to her clit at the front of her, she gasped as I made contact with that swollen bump, she bucked into my hand. I found the rhythm she needed, I stuck to it. Her moans became high-pitched gaps.

She was trembling against me, her gripping fist a blur along my prick. Her body was tightening, I could feel and hear her climax coming. I ached to get her there, it was the only thing I wanted in my life in that moment.

I managed to stay on her clit, no matter how much she juddered and reared, I managed to maintain my pace. I touched another fingertip to her asshole, I pressed, she parted around me gloriously, lewdly, as I sank a second digit into her anus.

It did it for her. It pushed her over the edge. Her lips fell from mine as she moaned, as it rose to a yell of pleasure and release, as her orgasm took her.

She rolled and shook and gasped as she climaxed. She rode my hand. Her asshole spasmed around the pair of digits I had in her there. I kept moving, with her, I kept her coming and coming, as she yanked on my dick.

I made to take my fingertip away from her clit as her orgasm finally ebbed away, but she stopped me. “No. Don’t quit. Not now. This feels too fucking good.”

Fine by me. Most of the women I’d been with grew too sensitive for direct stimulation on their clits after coming, but it seemed like she was one of the lucky ones who could keep going. I flickered across her, guided by the motion of her lower body. I began to pump the fingers I had in her bum, properly screwing her with them. She made such fantastic noise for me, she kissed me madly, as if she hadn’t fallen far from the peak of her climax.

This was insane, it was heady and frantic, a dream come true, yet I wanted more. One impulse burned in my head, I couldn’t think about anything else, I couldn’t resist it. “Can I lick your cunt?”

She laughed. “So polite?”

“I’m angling for a good tip.”

Another laugh. “Then stop talking and get on with it.”

I managed to keep those two fingers deep in her ass with my hand around her hip, as I dropped to my knees at her feet. She parted her legs wider for me as I leaned into her lower body.

Her pussy filled my vision, her dark blonde patch of hair, her flushed, slick pink lips, this girl I didn’t know the name of, that I’d met little more than ten minutes ago.

She groaned as I pressed my face into her, as I kissed her cunt. She tasted faintly of warm skin and salt and woman. I kissed her more firmly, with open lips, I sucked her fleshy outer folds into my mouth. She opened her thighs wider to give me more room. She tilted her hips up, as if offering her pussy to me.

I drew my tongue over up, the length of her cunt, in long, flat laps. I moaned with her, I wanted her to know how much this turned me on. I kept my fingers pumping in her rear, I didn’t forget about them.

She dropped a hand to my head, she sank her fingers into my hair. She tightened her hold of me, she pulled me into her pussy as I licked her. She moaned louder.

I opened her around my face by pushing into her. I curled my tongue up, I found her clit as a spot of firmness amidst all that soft wetness. She gasped as I flickered across her. Her butt tightened around my digits.

She rocked into my face as I settled into the quick rhythm she demanded with her rearing lower body. I raised my other hand to her, I slipped two fingers into her pussy. I got them back on her g-spot, I danced them across her in harmony with my tongue.

She’d climaxed barely seconds ago, but she was so riled-up, she was trembling with lust, she rose back to the peak of her pleasure with speed. She ground herself into my face as her moans rose higher. She was so wet, it ran down my chin, it was smeared across my cheeks.

I loved this. Licking cunt. And this woman was so hot, and this was all so unexpected. I lapped at her clit with insistence, I fucked her with all four fingers, in both places. She tugged on my hair, I felt how hard her legs were shaking. Her moans became gasping words: “Yes…. Yes…. Like that…. Yes…. Yes…. Oh god, yes…. Yeeesssss!”

She came, again, with noise and drama. She reared into my mouth, into my fingers and my tongue. She shook and bucked as she orgasmed, she was rough with me, but secretly, I liked that. I kept flicking my tongue across her, I screwed her clasping cunt and her rear with driving digits.

Her legs finally gave way. My fingers came out of her as she slumped to her knees on the floor with me. She wrapped her arms around my chest, she kissed me.

“You taste of my pussy,” she said with a manic smile on her flushed face.

“You like tasting yourself on me?”

“Yeah. It’s hot as fuck.”

“How about on your fingers?” I raised the two I’d just had in her to her lips. I ran them over her.

She groaned. She took me into her mouth, she sucked. She grinned at me.

“God, I came so hard I don’t think I can stand,” she said, as I took my fingers back.

“Then don’t. Stay on your knees.” I raised up, I loomed over her, my rigid dick inches from her eyes.

She shrugged. “I’d say you’ve earned it.” She grasped my cock, she angled it down it to her lips.

I stood with my hands on my hips, I watched on as this absolute stranger of a woman eagerly kissed my cock. I sighed as she ran her small, pink tongue all over me. She grinned, again, as she gazed up into my face, as she took me into her mouth.

Glorious warmth closed around the head of my dick. She sucked, creating a tight vacuum. She slid down me, taking me deeper, her hand rose up my shaft to meet her lips.

She moved slowly, languidly, at first, as she bobbed back and forth at my feet. She moaned around my prick in her mouth, she made more noise than I did, putting on a good show, no doubt.

With that thought, I glanced around as she slurped on my cock, as she knelt on the floor of her hallway. I saw one webcam on the stairs, facing me. Another was off to one side, perched on a chair in what looked like a living room through the open doorway. The idea that I was being filmed didn’t bother me as much as it should have. I was way more focussed on this beautiful woman eagerly sucking my dick.

She used her tongue on me, in her mouth. She let saliva slide down me, she wiped it along my shaft with a hand, she turned me sloppy.

As magnificent as it felt, I still wanted more. And she’d treated me roughly, so maybe she’d be into it, too? I held her head, I pulled her on to me, tentatively, at first, but she groaned, her eyes flicked up to mine, there was a look of what appeared to be pleading in them.

OK, then. I pulled her onto me harder, I went into her deeper. My cock met the back of her throat each time she slid down me, each time I thrust. She coped with it. She moaned even louder as I fucked her mouth.

In the heat of the moment, I got a little too into it. I drew myself out of her, I rubbed my spit-soaked dick over her face, I was bad, but she moaned for more. She trembled as I ran myself over her cheeks and her nose and her forehead, before I pushed back into her mouth.

She sucked, she jacked me, as I went back and forth between screwing her face and rubbing my prick over her. It seemed to have an even bigger impact on her than it did on me. She mewled and panted like she was the one being pleasured.

I was getting close to the point of no return, I was filling with tension, with the need for release, and it would have been so easy to come like that. To come in her mouth, maybe on her face, maybe both? But this was a chance of a lifetime, when else was I going to have such easy fun with a woman who looked like this? I had to make the most of my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “I want to fuck you,” I said to her, stating it simply.

She took my cock out of her mouth. “Yeah. Sure. That’d be hot.” And without another word, she spun around and dropped to her hands and knees before me. She raised her broad, thick, perfect heart of an ass up towards me, like a fucking offering.

Holy shit.

I leapt to it, just in case she changed her mind. I knelt behind her with my dick in my hand. I pressed it between her curved buttocks to find her sopping cunt. She moaned as I rubbed myself over her, as I slipped between her outer lips, as I found the entrance to her. We groaned, together, as I pressed into her body.

I went inside her slowly, but all the way, I buried the full length of my cock in her cunt. I revelled in the feel of her, warm and wet and snug and sublime. I stayed still, for long seconds, to bask in it.

She pulled forwards, and it stirred me into motion. I eased halfway out of her, I grasped her wait, I drew her onto me as I slid deep into her, and we were away then. We moved in synch, we sped up with each drive, reaching a canter of a pace as we fucked on the floor.

We rutted with urgent energy in her hallway. I caught a whiff of cooling pizza, and a distant part of my mind realised how late I was, that I was supposed to be back at the shop picking up the next delivery, but fuck that.

I tightened my hold of her, I dug my fingers into her flesh, she moaned louder for it. We screwed harder.

Fuck, she looked insane like this. Her blonde hair was a mess, her back was elegantly arched, her waist was narrow, but she curved out to a large, round, captivating ass.

I couldn’t help myself. I raised my right hand, I flashed it down. She yelped as my palm cracked across her right buttock. She stared back at me. “Yes. More,” she yelled.

I was good with that. I slapped her other cheek, I kept on, I whipped my hand across them, spanking her flawless derriere as I pounded her.

With my other hand free, I had another opportunity to make this even more fun, and I absolutely couldn’t resist that, either. I stuck my thumb in my mouth, I made it wet, then I dropped it to her ass. I pressed between her cheeks, I found her pucker, I slid my thumb into her welcoming anus.

She made even more wild noise, as I slammed into her, as I smacked her buttocks, as I screwed her ass with my thumb. She had a hand under herself, she had her fingers on her pussy, I realised. This woman I’d never met, that I didn’t know anything about, not even her name, was frantically frigging herself as we crashed into each other.

I thought that would be the end of it. I thought this was as good as it got. Fucking her like this was a dream come true, what else could I want? She showed me.

She stared back at me, over her shoulder, her face red and strained with pleasure. Her eyes were wide and wild. “Fuck me in the ass,” she growled at me.

What? I may have paused in my pounding of her, I wasn’t sure, it was hard to focus on anything else other than what she’d just said.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she said again, louder, with quite some urgency.

I moved without thinking. I took my thumb out of her, then my dick. I raised my cock, an inch or so higher, but she reached back to take it out of my hand. She spat on her fingers, she rubbed it all over me, again and again, until I was slick, till I was dripping with saliva. And she was the one to press me firmly to her pucker. She was the one who took a long breath, and then pushed backwards, easing me into her sphincter.

I groaned. I stared, as her asshole closed over me. She went still, and just the head of my prick was in her, but it was breath-taking. She was so tight, it was like being squeezed by a soft but insistent fist.

She took deep breaths to steady herself, to stay calm. When she was ready, she leaned backwards and another inch of my dick went up her.

I was dying to slide all the way into her derriere, she felt so insanely good, I was aching to experience the gripping heat of her along all of me, but I forced myself not to move. I let her set the pace. I let her slowly work more and more of me up her incredible bum.

My prick went through the intense compression of her sphincter and into that void beyond. Into that soft place that felt like I was floating within her.

She kept strumming her pussy as she took me deeper into her ass. She was trembling and panting. My dick was throbbing in her.

I was sure she’d stop, she didn’t have to go all the way, I was big, too big for her rear, surely? But no. She was determined. She stuck at it until her pucker was squeezing around the root of my cock, until all of me up her ass.

I grabbed her buttocks, I parted her to get the best view I could. To stare at the vision of her asshole strained open around my prick. As I watched, as I saw everything, she eased herself forwards. She groaned as she pushed back onto me, as my dick was swallowed by her ass again.

As when I was in her cunt, I moved with her. We settled into a slow but unceasing rhythm as I fucked her derrière. She grunted and groaned, her fingers never stopped moving on her clit. At her urging, we went a little quicker. It looked like she wasn’t doing this for me, not just to be bad, but because she took real pleasure from having a cock buried in her back passage.

I kept her cheeks held apart, I had to see all of this. She trembled as we rutted, she moaned now with each exhalation. But even so, I didn’t expect her to move any quicker. I was wrong.

She reared back into me with rising energy, coaxing me on, asking for more, for faster, to go deep with each thrust. I fucked that woman’s butt with more force than I’d have ever imagined she’d want, that she’d need from me, but she moaned and gasped like it was bliss for her.

I dug my fingers into her buttocks, I smacked her cheeks with short, sharp slaps, she yelped and panted, she went faster. I heard her orgasm coming, I felt it in her eager motions. I was right there with her. I was filled with tension, hot sensation was rising up through my dick.

I tensed my stomach muscles to hold it back, to make this moment last, but this was so wild, she was so wild, I couldn’t. I willed her to climax, to get there before me, but it was no good. The throbbing pleasure reached the end of my cock, there was no stopping it.

She heard my climax coming, surely she felt it as I screwed her with fast, deep presses, she glanced back at me over her shoulder again. “Come in my ass,” she demanded, and that did it for me.

I groaned as I released, as the molten tension erupted out of me. I groaned with every pulse of my orgasm, each time my dick throbbed and pumped a spray of jizz deep into her anus. I made noise, I was rough with her, as I came harder than I could ever remember coming, so hard my vision blurred with it.

But with that final, depraved act, with me coming in her ass, it sent her over, too. She yelled out as her own climax took her. She bucked into me, her asshole spasmed around my dick with rhythmic strength, it propelled my orgasm even higher.

We came together, on the carpet of her hallway, gasping and moaning and juddering, both of us lost to it. As I slowed, as the last of my come spurted out of me, she eased herself all the way forwards. My dick slid out of her slippery ass.

She span around, she knelt facing towards me, to my final surprise, she took my cock back into her mouth, she sucked the prick that had just been up her own bum. She swallowed the very last of my climax.

I was fired that night, obviously. No one in the pizza shop believed a word of what I told them when I finally got back. Although they did, a few months later, when someone I knew found the video online and shared it with everyone. But by that point, I didn’t care, I was already making more clips with that glorious girl.