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I love a good blow job fantasy, and one with a delivery boy is my favorite. There is nothing like sucking off a hard dick for a hot meal.


A knock on the door brought me to my feet. Why the fuck did I order pizza when I’m broke. Desperate times call for desperate measures. A quick look in the full-length mirror as I walked by stopped me in my tracks. Spending all day at the beach. My naturally curly brown hair had that windswept look, but it was my lips that caught my attention. Parched from the sun, a sheer coating of gloss would define them and bring the supple pout back to life. Who could turn down the perfect California surfer girl over a twelve-buck pizza? Give the boy a blow job for a free pie.


One tug on the solid oak door and my mouth gaped open. If I ever had a fantasy delivery man, here he stood. Six-foot-tall, dark hair, and the body of Adonis. I’m sure he could see that I was drooling over him. My panties so wet the moment I laid eyes on him.

I wonder if he will ever forget me?

“Here’s the deal. I don’t have any cash.” fluttering my lashes, a single finger moved down his chest, flicking the button of his jeans open. He knew what I wanted. “Come in, close the door, and feed me that cock for payment,” a snicker from within, thankfully I had seen this in a porn once. He was about to live out all my fantasies and get blown for payment. He was excited for a blow job.


My hand couldn’t wait for him to agree. Pulling the zipper down, reaching in and grabbing that thick hunk of meat. Stroking him in the confines of his jeans. “Take it out,” his voice raspy and demanding, he wasn’t one for many words. With a cock like that, he didn’t have to say anything. Pulling his dick from the trousers, he had to be ten fully erect inches. This pizza boy was bigger than any I had seen in the past. His thickness was mind blowing. This blow job would compare it to a coke can.

Blow job for food? Why not.

“Damn, I’m starving,” whispering as I dropped to my knees, rubbing the shaft all over my face. Even the scent of his dick made me tremble. Musky, with a hint of his body wash, my tongue ached to take the first lap over that massive meat pole. Slithering my tongue over the thick mushroom head, I teased the slit like a snake tasting the air. Pulling back, I spat on his prick. My lips stretched over the head, looking up as I dropped mouth to kiss the base. I was giving him a hardcore blowjob.


His hand knotted in my brown hair, holding me till I gasped for air. Saliva poured from my mouth, his cock pumping its way into the back of my throat. Pulling back, slapping the head on my lips, a thin line of saliva connected us. His dick was throbbing when I devoured him again. Gagging and choking with increasing lust. Stroke after stroke, his dick punched into my oral cavity, pulling back only when he was about to cum. He wanted to shoot all over my face.


Cum on my face,” pleading, my hand wrapped around the saliva coated cock. Massaging his dick till the first shot of cum hit me on the chin. Ropes of cum splattering all over my sunburned face, I licked the head to clean up the glistening head. Yes, I gave a blow job for a free dinner.