Tipping the Delivery Driver by Sucking His Tip

It may only be 3 pm but I am alone and feeling tipsy at home. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I like to day drink occasionally. It’s a great way to pass the time on lonely days. But today I’m feeling, “The Double H,” as I call it; hungry and horny. This is a tricky combo as it leaves me contemplating which desire to satisfy first.

Normally, I would choose to calm my appetite with food first, but since I‘m about to finish an entire bottle of wine, my sexual appetite is more fierce. Just as I begin wondering how I could appease both at the same time, it hit me like a dick across my face. I could order pizza and have both food and a man (or woman, I’m not picky) delivered to my door.

At the very least, I would be in my towel and accidentally let it drop, giving him a good look. I’d then pleasure myself afterward from the rush of flashing the delivery driver. “But who knows, he may be attractive,” I thought. In that case, I would probably end up fucking him if he was willing…and they usually are.

I place the call to the local pizza restaurant and begin stripping off my clothes. I wrap myself in nothing but a towel barely covering my nipples, grasping just enough that if I were to release my hand, it would fall to the ground. I practice dropping the towel a few times to make sure I have the form down. After my third attempt, however, I realized I left the window blinds wide open. Oh well, that just makes it more fun.

The accidental exhibitionism gives me an idea. I glance over at the security camera as I pick up my phone. I text my husband who is away on a business trip. I tell him to turn on the living room cam and enjoy the show, followed by a pizza emoji and a car. By his reply, I suspect he knows it’s not going to be safe for work.

“I’m with my clients right now. Is that okay?”

I met the clients he is referring to. I know they’re more concerned about having a good time than they are actually doing their job. I bet they’re also day-drinking right now instead of working.

“If you don’t mind, I don’t mind,” I text back.

He replies with three heart eyes emojis. I hear the click of the camera which lets me know he’s watching, as his two clients hover over his phone like horny teenagers.

I hear the sound of tires easing into the driveway and know it’s showtime. Before I have time to settle my nerves, there is a knock at the door. I pause to make it seem as if I wasn’t waiting by the door the whole time. I open the door slowly and somewhat nervously, but quickly swing it open as the scent of pizza and a man rushes over me.

There stands the delivery driver. He is a middle-aged man who looks like life handed him some bad cards along the way. He‘s not ugly, but not what you would call handsome either. He looks like a man who could use some good luck…or a good fuck. What I‘m about to give him will be somewhere in the middle.

His words greet me as they would any customer, but his eyes treat me differently. I can see the desperation and lust in his eyes as he keeps glancing down at my towel, wondering what lay beneath it. I smirk knowing he won’t have to wait long to find out.

As I reach for the pizza, I chose to use the hand holding the towel rather than the door. As expected, my towel slips, falling to the ground. I pause for a second, pretending I didn’t notice.

I release my hand from the door to do a half-ass cover-up of my boobs as I place the pizza down on the coffee table. I pick up my towel and do a fraction-of-an-ass job of covering up my body. I act like I’m embarrassed and apologize. I wait for his response before determining how far I will go with this.

“No need to apologize,” he begins to say with a giant smile from ear to ear, “in fact, I should be thanking you.”

I let out a schoolgirl-esque giggle. His response is what I was hoping for; some sort of signal that he‘s not offended, and even better, enjoys it. I reward him by giving up on trying to be coy. I release the towel letting it drop once again, only this time, I don’t plan on picking it back up.

“I’m glad I could make your day.” I reply, though I don’t think he hears me seeing how he’s now in a trance, staring at my fully exposed body.

Normally, this is about the time a delivery driver would leave, but he’s showing no sign of retreating. I decide to take it further.

“You can touch them if you want,” I say, causing his eyes to nearly pop out of his head like a cartoon wolf.

Without hesitation, he reaches out, grabbing my left breast. My nipples are hard and I can tell he likes that as his fingers dance around them. He moves in closer as he uses his other hand to grab my right breast. He’s inside my house now and once I close the door I’ll have him by the balls.

Ironically, the balls are exactly where I reach out and grab him first, giving a slight squeeze to let him know I’m in control of this situation. He moans and presses my tits together before leaning down to suck on them.

With my hand still down below, I feel his cock rise like Olympus above the Serengeti…and yes, I’m quoting Toto. I can tell it must be getting cramped inside his pants, so I decide to offer him relief. I undo his zipper and can tell it excites him. He reaches around to grab my ass, pulling me in closer.

There is just enough room between us for me to reach in and fish around for the worm inside. I grab a hold of his cock. It’s rock hard which makes it easy to slip through the hole in his boxers, then out the front gates.

His dick is bigger than I expected, causing me to have to back up. I give him a gentle stroke as I watch the reaction on his face. He’s biting his lip as if he’s about to scream.

“If this is enough to make him want to burst, just wait until what comes next,” I think to myself.

I stroke his shaft a little longer as I start to touch myself. Staring at his dick, my mouth begins to water. Perhaps I’m just hungry, but it’s starting to look like a lollipop.

I slowly get down on my knees with my hands stretched up, allowing my hands to run across his body. I tease him a little as I play bobbing for apples with his cock, pretending I can’t seem to get it into my mouth.

I surrender and hold my head steady with my mouth wide open. He picks up on the queue and inserts his dick into my mouth. I thought it was big before, but inside my mouth, it feels like an entire summer sausage. Not complaining, again, I’m hungry.

He starts off slow and gentle, moaning loudly, only taking breaks to tell me how good it feels. I go in for a deep throat, leaving my mouth engulfed around his thick cock for a few seconds. By his reaction, I can tell he’s not going to last long.

Out of nowhere, he grabs the back of my head. What started as a slow sensual blowjob has now become a full-on face fuck. I’m not mad about it though. Sometimes it’s fun to be handled like a jackhammer.

I try to pull my head back for a moment to catch my breath, but it’s too late. He’s about to come and by the strength of his hand against my head, I can tell he wants to blow a load in my mouth. At this point, I’m hungry enough to devour anything.

He comes, filling my mouth with what feels like a gallon of sperm. He slowly pulls his dick out of my mouth and somehow is still coming. It lands across my face, with some dripping down onto my tits. I open my mouth wide to show him what he left inside me before proceeding to swallow it.

The satisfaction on this man’s face who I just met minutes ago, and his come on my face and body arouses me like you wouldn’t believe. It is now my turn and I’m going to make him watch.

I begin rubbing my clit as I wrap my lips back around his rod, cleaning up any leftovers. I stand up and consider asking him to eat me out, but my legs are trembling and I don’t want to move. I grab his hand and lead it down to my pussy, showing him the exact motion I want. He’s a fast learner.

I’m not one to orgasm quietly, and the delivery man is about to find that out. Just as I start to come, I grab him by the neck with what would be described as a death grip rather than the gentle squeeze I was intending. He didn’t have time to worry about the fact he most likely couldn’t breathe because I was bursting his eardrums with a moan that would make an opera singer jealous.

Fully satisfied, I release his neck, leaving marks he would have to answer for when he returns to work. I can tell he wants to stick around longer, but I have no further need for him. I tell him thanks for the good time and to never return here or else my husband will kill him. He wouldn’t really, but I didn’t want him to think this was anything more than a lucky day for him. He began explaining how we could meet up somewhere else, so I had to shut him down.

“Listen, you were nothing more than an appetizer, and I don’t keep leftovers, I throw them away. So be a good boy and fuck off back to work,” I say as I push him out the door with his dick still hanging out of his pants.

I shut the door and walk over to the security camera to blow a kiss. I can hear my phone buzzing. I already know it’s my husband and his clients, but the texts will have to wait. For now, I must do something really steamy; eat pizza in bed while binge-watching House of the Dragon.