Pizza delivery!

“Would you like me to leave it at the door?” the pizza delivery guy, Mike, asked over the intercom. The only response was the muffled sound of shuffling feet and a giggle. The address was a typical college apartment building, but something about this delivery felt off.

He waited for a moment, the scent of freshly baked pizza wafting from the cardboard box in his hands. “Hello?” Mike called out again, his voice echoing through the corridor. This time, the door clicked open a crack. Through the gap, he saw a sliver of a room illuminated by flickering candlelight. His curiosity piqued, he pushed the door open slightly.

Inside, the room was a mess. Clothes strewn across the floor, empty bottles of wine, and the unmistakable scent of lust hung in the air. The college girl, Rachel, appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a skimpy black lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She bit her bottom lip and gave him a playful wink, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’m so sorry,” she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. “I’ve had a bit of a party, and somehow, all my cash got… misplaced.”

Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the scene. Rachel’s blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in wild waves, her cheeks flushed with what he assumed was a mix of alcohol and excitement. He tried to keep his cool, his heart thudding in his chest like a bass drum. “Uh, no problem,” he stuttered, his eyes flicking back and forth between Rachel’s barely-covered body and the pizza box. “But I do need payment for the…uh…pizza.”

Rachel stepped closer, her lingerie-clad body moving with the grace of a panther stalking its prey. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand trailing down her side to rest on her hip. “Well, I was hoping we could work out a little…arrangement,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Mike’s spine. “You know, a trade of sorts.”

Mike’s mind raced as he took in Rachel’s proposal. He knew what she was implying, and a part of him was already saying yes. But another part of him was still trying to process the situation. He swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on her curves. “What kind of arrangement?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite his racing pulse.

Rachel stepped closer, closing the distance between them to mere inches. He could feel the warmth of her body and the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the aroma of the pizza. She looked up at him through thick lashes, a sly smile playing on her lips. “How about this?” she whispered, her hand reaching up to lightly brush against his chest. “You get to keep the pizza, and I…take care of you.”

Mike’s mind swirled with thoughts. This was not how his Friday night was supposed to go. But the offer was tempting, and Rachel’s touch was electrifying. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “Okay,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “But you’re sure about this?”

Rachel nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Positive,” she said, her smile growing wider. “But we should go to the bedroom. It’s more…comfortable there.” She took the pizza box from his hands and sailed down the hallway, her hips swaying with each step. Mike followed, his eyes glued to her backside, his thoughts racing.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with a king-sized bed in the center of the room, the sheets rumpled and inviting. The candles cast a warm, flickering glow on Rachel’s skin as she turned to face him, setting the pizza box on a nearby nightstand. She reached behind her back and slowly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced slightly, and Mike’s mouth went dry at the sight.

Rachel stepped closer, her bare chest brushing against his shirt. “I’ve had a long week,” she said, her voice velvety soft. “And I’ve been craving a little…release.” She reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. “Do you want to help me with that?”

Mike nodded, his throat tight with anticipation. Rachel’s hands moved deftly, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She traced her fingertips over his chest, exploring the contours of his muscles. He could feel his body responding to her touch, and he knew he was in for an unforgettable night.

Rachel leaned in, pressing her lips to Mike’s neck. He felt her breath, hot and sweet, as she kissed her way up to his ear. “You’re so strong,” she murmured, her voice sending shivers down his spine. She reached around and unbuckled his belt, her movements deliberate and practiced.

Mike’s hands found their way to Rachel’s waist, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat between her thighs and the softness of her skin. Rachel’s hands slid into his pants, her fingertips grazing the outline of his erection. He gasped, his body responding eagerly to her touch. She giggled, the sound sending a thrill through him.

With a swift motion, Rachel dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Mike’s. She undid the button of his pants, her fingers dancing along the zipper. His pants fell to the floor, and Rachel took him in her hand, her grip firm and confident. Mike’s knees threatened to buckle, but Rachel’s gaze held him upright. She leaned in, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin, and took him into her mouth.

Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head as Rachel began to move, her mouth a warm, wet heaven around his cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, her movements growing more urgent with every passing moment. He could feel her enthusiasm, the way she enjoyed this, and it only made him harder.

He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair as Rachel took him deeper. The sensation was incredible, and Mike knew he wouldn’t last long. Rachel seemed to sense it too, her eyes meeting his as she picked up the pace. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.

With a final, guttural groan, Mike came, his body tensing as Rachel swallowed eagerly. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, wiping a trickle of cum from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mm, that was delicious,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rising gracefully to her feet, Rachel slid her panties down and stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side. She took Mike’s hand and led him to the bed. She sat and laid back, her legs spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her shaven pussy. “Why don’t you come work on my while you recover, stud!” she said with a seductive smile, as her hands slide up the inside of her thighs.

Mike, still trying to catch his breath, was in awe. Rachel’s confidence was intoxicating. He stepped closer to the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her glistening pussy. Rachel spread herself wider, a silent invitation that Mike eagerly accepted. He knelt between her legs, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, making his cock twitch with renewed interest.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth to her inner thigh. Rachel’s skin was soft and warm, her muscles tensing as he kissed his way closer to her center. When he reached her pussy, he paused, looking up at her for approval. Rachel’s eyes were hooded, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She gave him a nod, and Mike took it as his cue.

His tongue slid along her slit, tasting her sweetness. Rachel gasped, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. He explored her folds, finding her clit and flicking it lightly. Rachel’s hips bucked, a whimper escaping her lips. Encouraged, Mike sucked on her clit, feeling it swell under his tongue. Rachel’s moans grew louder, filling the room, and Mike felt himself growing hard again.

Her legs trembled, and Mike knew she was close. He increased his pace, his tongue working her in a rhythm that had Rachel’s body tightening with pleasure. She arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice breathy and needy. “Don’t stop.”

Mike didn’t stop. He continued to lick and suck, his fingers sliding into her wetness, feeling her tightness and her heat. Rachel’s body began to quiver, and she moaned louder. With one final flick of his tongue, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Rachel panted, her chest heaving. “That was…amazing.” She looked down at Mike, her eyes glazed with lust. “Now it’s your turn again,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She pulled him up, and before he knew it, he was on his back, Rachel straddling him.

Her breasts hung above him, her nipples hard and begging to be kissed. Rachel reached down, guiding his cock to her entrance, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re so hard,” she murmured, stroking him gently. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” With that, she sank down onto him, her wet pussy enveloping him in a warm, tight embrace.

Her breasts bounced as she reached for the pizza box on the nightstand, her movements a blend of grace and urgency. “I’m starving,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of mirth and desire. She grabbed a slice and took a bite, the cheese stretching and snapping. She leaned forward, offering him a taste, and Mike took a bite.

Rachel’s eyes danced with mischief as she chewed, a smear of sauce on the corner of her mouth. She began to grind her clit against him as she took continued eating her slice of pizza, her movements deliberate and teasing. With each swallow, she leaned down to kiss Mike, the flavors of tomato and cheese mingling with the sweetness of their shared passion. The heat of her breath washed over his face, her tongue slipping into his mouth as they kissed deeply.

The sensation of Rachel riding him, the taste of pizza on their intertwined tongues, and the smell of their arousal filled the room. Mike’s hands found their way to her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on her skin as he helped guide her movements. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head, a moan escaping her as she took another bite, her teeth sinking into the crust with a crunch. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into Mike’s chest, and took another bite.

With a playful smile, she offered him another bite of the slice, her cheeks flushed from the exertion. Mike took a bite, their mouths meeting in a mess of sauce and passion. Rachel took the opportunity to lean down and suck his earlobe into her mouth, sending shivers down his spine. The salty, savory taste of pizza mingled with Rachel’s sweetness was an unexpected aphrodisiac.

Finally, Rachel finished her slice and tossed the crust aside, her eyes locked on Mike’s. “Now,” she breathed, her voice thick with lust, “it’s time to really pay for that pizza.” With renewed energy, she began to bounce on his cock, her movements growing more erratic as she approached climax. Her walls clenched around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Mike’s hands gripped Rachel’s hips tightly, helping her to ride him with wild abandon. Her breasts bobbed in rhythm with their carnality, the candlelight casting an erotic glow over her skin. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she moaned, the sound of passion and hunger. Mike could feel himself approaching the edge, Rachel’s tightness and the heat of her pussy driving him wild.

Suddenly, Rachel stopped, her body going completely still. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, “Suck my titties, stud!” Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He sat up, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing as Rachel’s breath hitched. Rachel’s eyes rolled back, and she leaned into the sensation, her hands tangling in his hair as she directed his movements.

Her moans grew louder as he switched to her other nipple, sucking and biting gently. Rachel’s body began to move again, her hips rocking back and forth, her wetness coating his cock. He could feel her pussy contracting around him, and he knew she was getting close. Rachel’s hands tightened in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp.

Mike realized that Rachel had interrupted his climax to extend her own pleasure, and it only made him want her more. He felt a surge of lust, his cock growing even harder. Rachel’s actions had a dominant streak, and it was a side of her he hadn’t expected but found incredibly sexy. It was a heady feeling, being used for her pleasure, and it was clear she was in control of the situation.

With a newfound sense of urgency, Mike began to thrust upward, meeting Rachel’s movements. Her breasts bobbed in front of him, and he took another nipple into his mouth, sucking harder this time. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her hands back, gripping the headboard. Her nails dug into the wood, leaving little half-moon indents. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Rachel’s cries of pleasure.

“Yes, fuck me, stud!” Rachel screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. It was a sound that sent a jolt of raw desire through Mike’s body, urging him to give her everything she wanted. Rachel’s pussy was so wet now, so tight, and her movements had become frantic. She was close, he could feel it. Her thighs were quivering around his hips, her breath coming in ragged pants.

Mike’s eyes were locked on Rachel’s face, watching the play of emotions as she approached climax. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her breasts bounced in time with her movements, the candlelight playing across her skin like a dance of shadows and fire. He could feel her nails digging into his back, her body arching, begging for more.

And then it happened. Rachel’s thighs clenched around him, her pussy spasming as she came, crying out “YES!, YES! HARDER STUD!”as she rides his hard cock, her thighs clenching and then releasing as she orgasmed over and over. Mike felt the warmth of her release around his cock, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasms. But Rachel didn’t stop, her hips continuing to move, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his hard cock until Mike could hold back no longer.

With a roar, Mike came, exploding inside her with a force that seemed to tear through him. Rachel’s eyes went wide with surprise and delight, her walls clenching around him as she felt the hot spurt of his cum fill her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply as her thighs held him deep inside her, her tongue dancing with his as he pumped his release into her, their bodies joined in the most intimate of dances.

When Mike’s spasms subsided, Rachel collapsed onto him, her body limp with satisfaction. They lay there for a moment, their breath mingling in the quiet room, the only sound the occasional drip of wax from the candles. Rachel’s heart was racing, her chest heaving with each breath. Mike could feel Rachel’s heart pounding against his own chest, a testament to the passion they had just shared.

They remained intertwined for several moments before Rachel finally pulled herself off Mike, her legs wobbly from the intense orgasm. She grabbed the pizza box and held it out to him, a cheeky grin on her face. “I think you’ve earned another slice,” she said, her voice still a bit breathless.

Bonus content

I reallllyyyy struggled with picking a single photo for this one. I thought I knew what Rachel looked like and had found a good sample of photos to choose from, and for some reason a few days later I re-read this story and was like….no, Rachel would not have that hair. I went back and recreated some photos aiming for a shorter hairstyle and I think I found the sassy and in-charge Rachel that was in the story.