Paying for pizza-2

“Noooo,” Marley squeaked. She took both his broad shoulders in her hands and said, “Pleeeease,” with a little girl whine that was not at all unbecoming, especially with her new pixie cut hair.

He looked at her evenly.

Marley rubbed the big muscles in her palms and mewled.

“Well,” he said, tilting his head. “How do you intend to pay for your pizza?”

***

Marley knelt with the pizza guy’s big cock in her mouth.

She felt perfectly shamed, humiliated by how the afternoon had worked out for her, but for some reason her pussy was soaked with excitement. She wrapped her fist around his shaft and pumped him, his big round head filling her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the little knot of skin below the head. More than anything else, she wanted to impress him.

She’d practically had to beg him to let her suck his dick. When she first presented the idea, he said, ‘It’s an eighty dollar order,’ as if eighty dollars were too great a sum for what she was prepared to offer. She took it as a challenge and rose to the occasion, straddling his lap and taking his face in both her hands. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, in her throatiest pout. As she apologized, she started grinding her crotch on his lap. “I treated you poorly.” She pressed her chest to his, enjoying the feeling of her stiff nipples against his chest. Leaning toward him, she licked the cavity in his ear. “I was planning to give you a big tip to make it up.”