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.”

She could scarcely believe how easily she’d slipped into the role of a whore, but she was determined to get her way. She leaned back to look him in the eye and said: “Let me suck your cock.” As she made her offer, an electric thrill of illicit desire raced from her chest all the way down to her pussy. She presented it like penance, but she understood that this was just an act to make the agreement more palatable for him. His dick throbbed under her and she grinned, taking his erection in both her hands and biting her lower lip in what she hoped was a slutty look. It worked! He breathlessly agreed, and she quickly hopped off his lap, led him by the hand to her father’s den, and then shut the door.

That was fifteen minutes ago.

Now, on her knees in her father’s den, her jaw was getting sore.

His cock was pink and long, jutting from a small unkempt patch of ginger hair. The further she got from winning his concession, the worse she felt about playing the whore. She felt regret. She felt shame. She felt a wavering sense of unease. Looking toward the wall, she saw a picture of her father, the pastor and her stepmother. All three adults stared down at her as she slurped and nuzzled the wet cock in her hand. Marley wondered how she’d allowed herself to get in such a position. She wanted it to end.

Redoubling her effort, she pumped his shaft and massaged his balls. And then suddenly, like an old friend, her dizzying hunger was back.

Marley stopped stroking his cock. The cockhead in her hand quivered. She felt certain he intended to fill her mouth with his semen. Looking up, she saw the pizza guy’s eyes were half-lidded, and he licked his lips. He opened his eyes and cast them down at her.

“Do not come in my mouth,” Marley hissed. It came out harsher than she intended, and the pizza guy slumped his shoulders, gave a little half laugh, and shook his head.

Just then a tentative knock sounded on the door. Marley looked at the door holding the wet cock in her hand. For a beat, no one moved.

“Marley?” Joey said. “Are you in there?”

Marley jumped to her feet and hustled the delivery guy from view. Opening the door a few inches, Marley peered out.

“The man is back,” Joey said, his eyes all big and sad.

Marley slipped out the door and closed it behind her. Squatting down, she took her little b*****r’s face in her hands. Her crotch was soaked, her nipples still hard, and her head whirling with desire. As shameful as it felt to suck that boy’s cock, Marley couldn’t deny her own excitement. She blew air from her lungs and tried to think clearly.

“He says we can’t play in the backyard for the rest of the day,” Joey said.

A huge wave of s****rly strength rose up inside her. She took little Joey’s hand in hers and stood. She could feel the sodden material of her panties between her legs.

In the backyard, the landscape guy was spraying from a bottle strapped to his back. Marley sent Joey to stand with the other boys by the picnic table and then went to confront the man. She picked up a baseball bat and propped it on her shoulder as she crossed the yard.

He startled as she tapped his shoulder. “Young lady,” he said, eying the bat in her hand. He took two steps back and held his nozzle like a weapon.

“Fuck you,” Marley said. Stepping toward him, she poked her finger into his chest with the rhythm of her words. “The boys,” she said.

“Are using.”

The backyard.” His eyes rose to a point just over Marley’s shoulder, where the pizza guy stood silently with his arms folded across his chest.

“Let me have a word with this guy,” the pizza guy said.

Marley looked from the pizza guy to the landscaper and then back again. She turned on her heel and marched to Joey and the boys. In a few minutes, the pizza guy followed.

“Who are you?” Joey asked.

“I’m Chet,” the pizza guy said. “You guys want to go inside and watch a movie?”

All the boys cheered.

Marley let the bat roll from her shoulder. She gave Chet a skeptical look.

Chet shrugged his shoulders, tipping the pizza delivery cap back on his head. The landscaper was spraying insecticide and thought it would be best to keep the boys out of the yard. Inside the house, Chet dug out a pile of DVDs from her father’s collection. He found an old Japanese horror movie from the 60s he thought the boys would like.

“Horror?” Marley asked skeptically.

The boys cheered and whooped.

Chet smiled. He was a film student and knew a lot about movies. But more important, he was a big b*****r and knew even greater deal about eight year olds. “Who’s going to be the first to cry?” he asked.

“Not me,” the boys all laughed in unison, tossing out their little chests.

Twenty minutes into the movie, the boys sat transfixed. Chet silently rose from his seat on the couch and took Marley by the hand. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. Somewhere between watching him making popcorn for the boys and telling them stories of watching movies with his own younger b*****rs, she’d decided to give him head, and even to let him come in her mouth. She wanted him to have all the benefits of a proper boyfriend. The two walked toward the den arm in arm.

Inside the den, however, everything changed.

Marley pressed her body into Chet as he closed the door. She wanted to tell him about her new resolve to swallow his cum when he took a handful of her hair and gave her head a sharp tug backwards, exposing her throat. Marley groaned helplessly. She felt his hot mouth on her neck and his big meaty palm on her breast.