Anthony hated his job at "Randy's Pizza". He wasn't a simple delivery boy. A Don Juan - that's what he was! He should be the father of all the kids in this city! Women just had no idea, what they were missing. He could be every lady's secret friend - he definitely was discrete enough! Everyone in his family still thought, he was a virgin, but he had already done Mary-Jane in one of the stalls at school. Not his best performance for sure. But he knew how to do it and would be the greatest lover, if only the women would let him.
It was super unfair. Instead of riding to student's house partys on an old bike, he should stop by there with his own Kawasaki. And instead of waiting at the doorstep, passing on the food, he should be taken in with open armes, girls swarming, kisses and also drinks comming in for free...
Still depressed from his last Saturday night delivery, he checked the next order on his list. It was for a girl on the 8th floor. Probably a student. One pizza meant, maybe she was single. Anthonys mood went up as he entered the building. Maybe today was a lucky day after all. He remembered the book he had just started to read: "Post Office", an incredibly funny story about a postal guy having sex with all the pretty ladys on his route, written by someone called Bukolic or something. (Anthony was never great with names and stuff.)
In the elevator, Anthony checked his hair and readjusted it a little, then practiced his most friendly and endearing smile. The elevator doors opened - show time, he thought to himself, chuckled and swiftly moved down the corridor to the proper appartement. He hadn't even knocked: The door just swung open and ther she was.
"Ramona Melter?" He asked, immediatly switching on his charms when her pretty face showed up in the door. She just smiled and gazed at him with this strange flicker in her eyes. He slightly tilted his head and scratched his neck, so he could check her out. If she was a crazy chick, maybe she was at least hot.
And actually, she was. Both, obviously. Her body hat soft curves in all the right places, and she was showing quite a lot of it. Except for her short white crop top, she was only wearing some weired kind of pantyhose and gloves on her hands. In her left hand, she held a dildo. Anthony swallowed.
"You are perfect!" said Ramona Melter. And before Anthony could even collect his thoughts, his left hand felt the touch of her gloved right. A loud "SwoooooOOOOOsh" extinguished his conscience for a moment, then let him awaken with a pulsing desire to be stroked and rubbed all over. He was stiff, his head erect into the sky, feeling a warm, gloved hand around himself, wishing it would start to move up and down, up and down, up and down... He needed this! Instead he heard the crazy chick mumble: "Amazing! This is simply amazing! I have to try him out right away!"
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Ramona woke up hours later and hungrily grabbed one of the last slices of pizza. She had brought the box with her to Daisy's bed, so she could enjoy it whenever she got tired from her new living dildo Randy. (She had named the dildo after the pizza service.) It was so much better than the stiff regular dildos: It was warm, it bent and even took action by itself. It seemed to know how to stimulate her and could even spill sperm, as she discovered and relentlessly used afterwards. The best thing: Other than men, the dildo didn't fall limp after it ejaculated, so she could use it again right away. And she did! Since she secretly loved being covered in semen, she spilled it all over herself and the pantyhose-Gregory, before inserting the dildo again, still wearing the moaning pantyhose couple.
Eventually at the height of her arousal even giving it a blow job so she could swallow some of it. Of course, she could not know, just how intense this felt for Anthony, who was slowly drifting into madness, while being used again and again. He could not think of anything else anymore, only about spilling his juice over his mistress....