03H1824- Pizza delivery man’s daughter gets fucked with an aphrodisiac cock at the delivery door

It was just another day in the life of a pizza delivery man. I swung by the local bakery to pick up a few orders, my trusty van chugging along the narrow streets. Little did I know, one of my stops would turn out to be an unexpected adventure.

I pulled up to a quaint little house, the address matching the order slip. The door creaked open and out stepped a vision of beauty. Long wavy locks cascaded down her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face. Full, pouty lips curved into a smile, revealing perfectly straight white teeth. But it was her eyes that really got me – a mesmerizing shade of emerald green that sparkled with mischief.

“Delivery for Barker?” I asked, holding up the hot pizza box.

She giggled, a delightful tinkling sound. “That would be me. And you are?”

“Name’s John,” I replied, somehow finding my voice. She was closer now, and I couldn’t help but notice her tight jeans hugging her voluptuous curves in all the right places.

“Pleasure to meet you, John,” she purred, sidling up to me. Her finger traced along my chest, sending shivers down my spine. “You know, I’ve been so craving pizza all day. And now here you are, delivering it right to my doorstep. Like a sign from the universe, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t have agreed more. There was no way she was this flirtatious with every delivery guy. No, I could see the hunger in her eyes. Not for pizza, but for something else entirely. And I was more than happy to provide.

“Well Barker, I hope this pizza is to your liking,” I said, taking a step closer. “Anything you need, just let me know.”

Her eyes twinkled with delight. “Oh, I’m sure there’s plenty you could do for me,” she murmured, her breath hot on my ear.

In a flash, her hands were on my belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. She sank to her knees, looking up at me from under long lashes. “I’ve been so bad today,” she breathed. “I need you to punish me.”

I barely had time to process her words before she had my cock out, her hot little mouth engulfing me. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive flesh. I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, Barker,” I gasped. “You’re so fucking good.”

She giggled around my dick, sending vibrations through me. Her hand pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach, working me over expertly. She was insatiable, sucking and slurping, her pouty lips stretched wide around my thick shaft.

She popped off with a wet sounding “pop”, strings of drool connecting her mouth to my straining erection. “I want you to fuck me raw,” she begged, hands pawing at my ass. “Ruin me with that huge dick.”

Who was I to refuse such an enticing request? I yanked her to her feet and pushed her against the nearest wall, hitching her leg up around my hip. She moaned as I ground against her, my rock hard cock nestled between her thighs.

“Please,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips. “I need it so bad.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Shoving her jeans down, I grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading the firm flesh. I slipped my fingers lower, finding her dripping slit. She was sopping wet, her arousal dripping down my fingers.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I growled in her ear, sinking two fingers knuckle deep. “Is this all for me?”

She could only moan in response, pushing her hips forward to take my fingers deeper. I curled them just right, rubbing that special spot that had her writhing.

“Just like that,” she gasped out. “Don’t stop!”

Her hand found my cock, lining it up with her entrance. With a brutal thrust, I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt. We both cried out at the sudden intrusion, relishing in the exquisite stretch.

“Shit,” I groaned, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She could only moan, eyes rolling back in pleasure as I set a punishing pace. Her nails raked down my back, her teeth finding my shoulder, biting down. The delicious mix of pleasure and pain spurred me on, hips snapping forward as I fucked her mercilessly.

“Harder,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I want to feel this for days.”

I happily obliged, bracing one hand against the wall while the other dug into her hip. The wet sounds of our joining filled the air, punctuated by her wanton cries. I could feel my orgasm building but I gritted my teeth, determined to make this last.

“Cum for me,” I urged, tweaking her clit. “Show me what a good girl you can be.”

And that was all it took. Her cunt clenched like a vice around me, hot cum gushing out to soak my cock and balls. I didn’t hold back, slamming into her through it all until I was spurting deep inside her, painting her walls with my seed.

We collapsed together, sweaty and panting. She nuzzled into my neck with a content sigh. “Now that’s what I call excellent customer service,” she laughed, a light sheen of sweat on her brow.

I grinned down at her, already feeling myself stirring back to life. “I aim to please,” I replied, voice dipped low with promise. “And I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna get a lot more deliveries from me from now on.”

She shivered in anticipation, a sly grin spreading across her face. “I certainly hope so, John. I have a feeling this is the start of a beautiful partnership.”

And it was. For the rest of the day, I couldn’t get her off my mind. Every delivery was a chance to relive what we had just done, the phantom touches sending shivers down my spine. I knew I would be seeing her again soon, and the anticipation was delicious.

As I clocked out for the day, I could already feel the stirrings of an idea forming. Next time, I would make damn sure to bring enough protection. Because one taste just wasn’t enough. I would have her all to myself, over and over again, until we were both left sore and spent.

But until then, I would have to content myself with the memories. And the knowledge that the next delivery was just around the corner.