Cheated on a man on Valentine’s Day with a pizza supply man.
On a frigid Valentine’s Day night, Jessica was feeling notably uncared for. Her boyfriend, Tom, had fully forgotten in regards to the event, obtusely engrossed in his online game event. Jessica had gone all out in preparation – cooked an elaborate French-inspired meal, set the temper with flickering candles and rose petals, and donned a scandalously attractive pink lace teddy. But the sight of Tom, carrying nothing however his boxers and focsed on the TV, left her fuming and unbearably aroused.
As the evening wore on, Jessica’s frustration grew, boiling over into reckless anger and secrecy. She determined to take issues into her personal fingers. Literally. Scrolling by way of her contacts, she discovered the quantity for “Domino’s Voyeur Pizza,” an area supply service with an unsavory repute for its pervy drivers. Her fingers trembling with anticipation, Jessica positioned a big pepperoni order with a web-based cost.
It was 11:47 PM when the doorbell rang. She checked the peephole and noticed a hefty, hairy-armed man holding a pizza field. Opening the door casually, she mentioned “Come on in, I’ll just get my purse…” and walked away, bending over provocatively to seize her pockets from the kitchen counter. The supply man, not one to overlook a chance, overtly gawked at her shapely ass, barely lined by a skinny pink thong. She might really feel his hungry gaze burning into her.
“What’s the matter, never seen a woman in lingerie before?” Jessica purred coyly, sashaying in direction of him. The man, fully greatly surprised, began to stammer an apology. But Jessica minimize him off with a finger on his lips. “No need to apologize… I prefer men who show their true colors,” she whispered huskily, tugging at his belt buckle.
His eyes widened as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his denims and slid the zipper down. He was yanked out of his trance when she wrapped her hand round his hardening cock. “Mmm, that’s what I’m talking about,” Jessica moaned, stroking his manhood in earnest. The man’s eyes rolled again in his head, all ideas of pizza and professionalism evaporating like steam.
Jessica shimmied up towards the kitchen counter, hopping as much as sit on the sting. She slipped her heels off and unfold her legs, revealing her soaked folds. “What are you waiting for? I thought you were a pizza delivery man, not a delivery boy,” she teased, working a finger alongside her slit. The man scrambled to tug off his jacket and shirt, tossing them to the ground. He stepped between her legs and grabbed her ass, pulling her to the sting of the counter.
Their mouths crashed collectively, tongues eagerly exploring. Jessica felt a jolt of enjoyment as his thick fingers unfold her open, pushing inside her moist warmth. She gasped into his mouth and wriggled towards his hand. “Fuck me,” she breathed desperately, “Ruin me for my pathetic boyfriend. Make me forget he ever existed.”
The man wanted no additional encouragement. He pulled her hips to the sting of the counter and notched the top of his engorged cock towards her entrance. With one highly effective thrust, he hilted himself inside Jessica’s tight channel. She cried out, seeing stars from the sudden fullness stretching her open. Fuck, she had been teased with Tom’s meager two inches for months. This was bliss.
The man set a relentless tempo, hammering into Jessica’s quivering pussy with animalistic vigor. She floor her hips up towards him, matching his rhythm. The moist slaps of flesh echoed obscenely by way of the kitchen. Tom asleep mere ft away in the lounge remained oblivious, because the pair extracurricular actions took middle stage, forgetting about romance and sappiness.
“Oh god, you’re so fucking deep,” Jessica keened, nails digging into the person’s shoulders. His cock felt prefer it was splitting her open, plunging proper into her cervix. She’d by no means felt so totally claimed. The man rutted into her like a person possessed, led by base instincts alone. “Gonna…hng…cum…cum inside you…fill you up…” he grunted towards her neck, pounding furiously.
“Please,” Jessica begged shamelessly, “I want it, give me every last drop. Breed my slutty cunt!” Her soiled discuss drove him wild and he erupted deep inside her, portray her internal partitions with thick spurts of child batter. She got here explosively round him, milking his pulsing shaft, waves of ecstasy crashing over her in a deluge.
They collapsed collectively on the kitchen flooring, his softening cock nonetheless nestled inside her. As a lot as Jessica needed to relive the second again and again, actuality got here crashing again. She had simply fucked an absolute stranger, one who was nonetheless technically employed by Domino’s, in her kitchen, unprotected. Way to go bringing house a pizza.
“Alright, stud, I think it’s time for you to go,” Jessica mentioned uncomfortably, extricating herself. She was a grown lady, dammit. She did not want some snaky supply man sticking round after the deed was carried out. She swiftly wearing her lingerie and handed over a wad of payments for the pizza, which had been forgotten and was now stone chilly. The man Leave Dante was sensible sufficient to know when he had overstayed his welcome. He sheepishly grabbed his discarded garments and booked it out the entrance door.
Jessica collapsed onto the lounge sofa, pulling a throw blanket over herself. She noticed the tell-tale “Unpause” pop-up on the TV display and felt a depraved thrill rush by way of her. Tom by no means even knew what he had been lacking out on. She curled up, the faint coppery tang of intercourse nonetheless on her tongue, and drifted off to a deep, glad sleep, a smile taking part in on her lips. Valentines Day had ended fantastically, a lot better than anticipated. She had taken issues into her personal fingers, somewhat actually, and in doing so, had reminded herself that she was a sexual being too, not simply somebody’s forgettable girlfriend.
