Pizza night

[hotsnatch6]

My story idea is about a wife whose husband calls on the way home from work and tells her to order a pizza for dinner since she’s a lousy cook and the only recipe her mother taught her was how to make tomato soup out of ketchup and hot water. So she orders the pie and then puts on a sheer gown hoping to surprise her husband and maybe get some action after the pizza.

When the doorbell rings a few minutes later, she opens the door with her perky tits jutting out and her full bush on display. Much to her chagrin, it’s the pizza man and not her husband. He says, “I’ve got your double cheese and sausage – that will be $27.30.” She realizes that she has no cash on her and that her husband was going to pay when he got home. Furthermore, she can’t charge it because she’s recently been laid off from her job at Kentucky Fried and the bank canceled her credit cards. So she says, “Come on in. My husband will be home momentito and he’ll pay you.” “No can do,” the driver says. “I’ve got 8 pizzas out in the car and if I don’t get them delivered pronto, it’ll be my ass.”

So she asks him if there’s any other way she can pay since she’s short on cash, thinking she could come to the pizza parlor later and wash dishes. He agrees to give her the pizza if he can jack off while watching her in the sheer gown. She doesn't like this but she's very hungry and wants to please her husband so he'll bang her buns off after dinner, so she consents. The guy starts rubbing his crotch through his jeans but soon he moves in and starts licking her pussy like crazy. She’s going hog wild and can’t believe how good it feels. Out of the blue, the driver whips out a meaty boner and starts humping her like crazy. She’s cumming and cumming all over the place and can’t believe how good he’s screwing her. Eventually the driver pulls out and shoots a massive wad all over her bush and belly and then pulls up his pants, says, “Thanks for the sweet action” and sprints out the door.

I’m stuck on where to go from here – any thoughts? And do you think it would be better if she's an ethnic woman who is slightly overweight and has oily hair?

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

My story idea is about Becca, a wife whose husband, Dwayne, calls on the way home from work. He tells her to order a pizza "from the Dew Drop Inn," for dinner -- because she’s a lousy cook and the only recipe her mother taught her was how to make tomato soup out of ketchup and hot water -- So she orders the pie and puts on a sheer night gown hoping to surprise her husband and maybe get some action after the pizza.

When the doorbell rings a few minutes later, she opens the door. Her perky tits jutting out and her full bush on display. Much to her chagrin, it’s the pizza guy and not her husband.

“I’ve got your double cheese and sausage," he says, "that will be $27.30.”

She realizes that she has no cash on her and that Dwayne was going to pay when he got home. Furthermore, she can’t charge it because she’s recently been laid off from her job at Kentucky Fried and the bank canceled her credit cards. So she says:

“Come on in, would you like a drink? I'll find some cash. We have some around here somewhere ... "

"Mrs. Johnson," says the pizza guy.

"Yes," she says, surprised. She turns back towards him.

"Dwayne--"

"Dwayne?" She is doubly surprised to find that Dwayne is on a first name basis with the pizza guy.

"Dwayne usually just does me and we call it even."

"Does you?"

"Yeah, you know Becca, a bee-jay."

"Dwayne..." And "Becca" how does he know--

"Uh huh."

She isn't trilled by this. But she's very hungry and wants to please her husband so he'll bang her buns off after dinner, so she consents. The pizza guy starts rubbing his crotch through his jeans ... Just then she hears a noise. Keys in a lock and the ... The front door opens. Now normally this might be considered an awkward situation. In this case it's doubly awkward. Dwayne walks into the house as the pizza guy starts licking Becca's pussy like crazy.

She’s going hog wild and can’t believe how good it feels. Dwayne is in the doorway to the kitchen and he is watching the pizza guy kissing his wife's mound and nibbling on her labia. As she drapes a leg over the pizza guy's shoulder Dwayne whips out his meaty boner and starts stroking it like crazy. She’s cumming from pizza guy's tongue and cumming all over the place thinking about Dwayne watching her get eaten and she can’t believe how good [/B] it is.

A moment later Becca is laying on the cool vinyl flooring and pizza guy is screwing her. Pounding her hard as Dwayne watches with his dick in his hand. Eventually the driver cums pulls out and shoots a massive wad all over her bush and belly and then Dwayne kneels down and takes his place. He fucks her long and hard. He drags his prick through her bush on the way in and in doing so he turns the mixture of air, her lubricant, and pizza guy's cum into a frothy mix.

Pizza guy straddles Becca's head and shoulders putting his rod in Dwayne's face. Pizza guy is asking Dwayne if he can taste Becca's cunt on his dick as Dwayne is sucking on pizza guys cock. Coming hard he shoots his load into Becca, as pizza guy pulls his wang out of Dwayne's mouth and kneels over Becca.

"Open your mouth," Dwayne commands.

As Becca finishes sucking pizza guy off to his second orgasm in half-an-hour, Dwayne explains:

"Remember the other day when we were talking about old lovers, and I told you about Trevor?"

"Mrrrummff"

"Becca, meet Trevor."

Trevor comes, and Becca swallows his load. Then together Dwayne and Becca clean Trevor's fun-pole. The three sit down and have some pizza and a cold beer. As he is leaving Trevor says: “Thank you both for a most excellent evening, I do hope we can get together again soon,” and he walks slowly to the front door.

FWlittleIW, I don't like too many explicit physical descriptions of characters in stories because my "10" might be your "7" (or "3 1/2.")

 

[JaxRhapsody]

As somebody who actually deliver pizzas, I wish something like this would happen to me.

 

[Carnevil9]

As somebody who actually deliver pizzas, I wish something like this would happen to me.

As someone who worked his way through college delivering pizzas, I always wished something like that would happen to me, too. Never did. Rats.

As for the story, obviously the husband would show up as soon as the pizza boy departed, sees his wife exhausted on the floor, cum dripping out of her snatch, and has a dilemma to deal with:

"What do I gobble up first? Pizza pie? Or cream pie?"

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

His wife, exhausted on the floor, cum dripping out of her snatch. He has a dilemma to deal with:

"What do I gobble up first? Pizza pie? Or cream pie?"

Pizza can be reheated.

 

[Carnevil9]

Pizza can be reheated.

Excellent point.

 

[sirhugs]

As someone who worked his way through college delivering pizzas, I always wished something like that would happen to me, too. Never did. Rats.

As for the story, obviously the husband would show up as soon as the pizza boy departed, sees his wife exhausted on the floor, cum dripping out of her snatch, and has a dilemma to deal with:

"What do I gobble up first? Pizza pie? Or cream pie?"

"Pizza Pie or Cream Pie? " would make an excellent title.

 

[Hypoxia]

Perhaps y'all pizza boys were in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong product. Folks calling for pizza might not be real adventurous, hey? An acquaintance who delivered Thai food to midcentury modern homes in Palm Springs during Sonny Bono's mayoralty claimed to have witnessed, but not been invited to join, every sort of perversion imaginable.

For a story, skip the Dominos and Little Caesar kitchens in sluburbia. Instead, feature a Tokyo-style pizzeria serving the Hollyweird Hills, a shop producing Japanese crazy pizzas for decadent gringos lacking inhibitions and clothes. The deliverers are chosen to match customers' perversions. Tips are generous.

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

"Pizza Pie or Cream Pie? " would make an excellent title.

Pizza Pie then Cream Pie then Cream Ale.

Perhaps y'all pizza boys were in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong product. Folks calling for pizza might not be real adventurous, hey? An acquaintance who delivered Thai food to midcentury modern homes in Palm Springs during Sonny Bono's mayoralty claimed to have witnessed, but not been invited to join, every sort of perversion imaginable.

For a story, skip the Dominos and Little Caesar kitchens in sluburbia. Instead, feature a Tokyo-style pizzeria serving the Hollyweird Hills, a shop producing Japanese crazy pizzas for decadent gringos lacking inhibitions and clothes. The deliverers are chosen to match customers' perversions. Tips are generous.

You always get the best pizza from some "hole in the wall" mom and pop pizza joint.

Mid century modern architecture and furniture is kewl.

Japanese tenacle monsters in Hollywierd run an oriental restaurant that offers a "very special delivery service."

 

[Hypoxia]

Pizza Pie then Cream Pie then Cream Ale.

Ginnie Cream, of course. (That's Genesee Cream Ale from Rochester NY, cans formerly sold cheap at vending machines outside Army mess halls.)

You always get the best pizza from some "hole in the wall" mom and pop pizza joint.

My favorite was an uncompromising pizzeria run by a young Italian couple on a side street in mile-high Antigua Guatemala. I credit the wood used to fire the oven. And their skill, of course. My second favorite was in Napoli. That sounds like heresy but it's true. Alas, there's nothing good anywhere near my current remote mountain hamlet.

Mid century modern architecture and furniture is kewl.

It used to be cheap. No more. My cousin bought such a house as a bargain and sold it for bookoo bucks. Clothes were banned at the backyard pool.

Japanese tenacle monsters in Hollywierd run an oriental restaurant that offers a "very special delivery service."

It's located next to an all-night market that sells chilled longneck bottles of blood to the hipster vampire crowd. Now imagine pizzas sold to ghouls and werewolves. But where are the aphrodisiac pizzas when we want them?

 

[sirhugs]

Perhaps y'all pizza boys were in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong product. Folks calling for pizza might not be real adventurous, hey? An acquaintance who delivered Thai food to midcentury modern homes in Palm Springs during Sonny Bono's mayoralty claimed to have witnessed, but not been invited to join, every sort of perversion imaginable.

For a story, skip the Dominos and Little Caesar kitchens in sluburbia. Instead, feature a Tokyo-style pizzeria serving the Hollyweird Hills, a shop producing Japanese crazy pizzas for decadent gringos lacking inhibitions and clothes. The deliverers are chosen to match customers' perversions. Tips are generous.

"Thai" immediately makes me think ladyboys...