Sue Set Free: the Pizza Boy

I've been in an open relationship for a while now and I have several guys I tend to turn to when I'm feeling horny. One of them is Philip, who's a couple of years younger than me, and I find it flattering that he enjoys sex with me. I know he has other girls closer to his own age that he plays around with, but I think he likes a woman who knows what she wants, that being sex.

I was sitting working at my desk when I got a text message from Philip. My heart fluttered a little when I saw his name in the notification and I quickly unlocked my phone to read the message.

I'd hoped he was coming to work in our building, but at the same time hoped that wasn't it as Emily has started getting involved in those meetings, but he'd asked me to come over to his place. I'd told him I wasn't really in the mood for a gang bang as it seems every time I go over there I end up having sex with him and his roommates and whoever else is there. It seemed his roommates were away and he was lonely, so he'd like some company. I agreed to go over after work the following day and we'd get a pizza and watch a movie or something. And fuck, obviously, as that's the main reason we hang out together.

I got up early, showered and shaved and dressed in stockings, garter belt and matching thong and bra, covering it up with a cute summer dress that came to around my knees. I knew Philip wasn't going to be that interested in my dress. I slipped on some high heeled shoes and went to work. I told Dave I'd be late home from work and headed out.

Emily seemed to notice I was dressed sexier than usual and kept an eye on me. I didn't do anything unusual, and didn't go to meet Philip downstairs or anything, and at the end of the day we left without her commenting on it or asking what I was doing.

I drove over to Philip's, parking behind his car on the street outside. I walked up the path and knocked on the front door, looking around behind me as I waited.

The door opened and Philip happily said "hi," ushering me in.

I dropped my bag on the sofa and we embraced, kissing passionately for a while, holding each other tight.

We broke and came up for air.

"I've missed you too," I told him with a grin.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," he said. "I went ahead and ordered a pizza for us, then I figured we'd go and lie in bed and eat while watching a movie."

"OK," I said, "that sounds nice."

"Hey," he said, "can you flash the delivery guy? The service picked up last time you did that, but it's been a while and it's dropped off again."

I sighed theatrically - I was into it. "Sure."

I turned my back to him. "Can you help me with my dress?"

He held my hair up and unzipped my dress. I slid it down and stepped out of it, draping it over the arm of the sofa.

"How's that?" I asked, turning to face him again.

"I like it," he said, looking me up and down approvingly. "But can we lose the bra? You've got great tits."

I reached behind me, unhooking my bra and taking that off. I dropped it on my dress.

Philip pulled me to him again, his hands going to my bum and my tits as we kissed again. I could feel myself getting more turned on and I was looking forward to the rest of the evening.

I reached between us and stroked his cock through his jeans.

We were still kissing and feeling each other up when there was a knock on the door and we broke apart again.

"That'll be the pizza," he said.

He grabbed my phone from on top of my bag, smiling at me, and passed me the money for the pizza.

I looked at him, pointing the phone at me, and opened the door.

The pizza guy looked really young and I squeaked, putting my hands over my tits.

"You're like a kid!" I said, backing away from the door.

"Come in," Philip said, "come on in."

He ushered the... boy... into the house and closed the door behind him. I was backing away, still holding my hands over my tits. The last thing I wanted was to be arrested for flashing a minor.

"Dude, how old are you?" Philip asked him.

"I was eighteen on Tuesday," he said. "You have to be eighteen to drive for money."

Ah, I didn't know that.

Philip took the pizza box from him.

"There you go," Philip said to me as he walked past to put it down.

On his way back, he tugged the cash out of my hand.

"Here you go," he said as he handed it to the guy, who was standing there just staring at me.

"Do you like my friend?" Philip asked him.

He nodded.

"Wouldn't you like to see her tits a bit longer?"

He nodded again.

Philip turned and looked at me. I relaxed, taking my hands off my tits.

"Thanks," the guy said, staring at my tits.

"Would you like to feel them?" Philip asked him.

I shot him a look and saw he was taking pictures again. Grinning at me.

"I don't think..." I started.

"C'mon Sue," Philip said, "it's almost his birthday."

The guy came towards me, raising his hands to grab my tits. He lifted and kneaded them, playing with my piercings while I just stood there with my arms by my sides looking down at his hands.

After a couple of minutes of this, Philip asked him "don't you think your dick would look great between them?"

We both looked at him. I must have looked shocked, as I hadn't signed up for this.

"Birthday!" he said again.

The pizza guy backed up a little and hurriedly started undoing his pants.

I sighed and knelt in front of him, holding my tits up towards him.

He managed to dig his cock out and pointed it towards me. I leaned forwards and enveloped it between my tits, pushing them together around it. I tucked my head in and dribbled some saliva onto the head of his cock, massaging it around with my tits.

The guy moaned softly, closing his eyes and leaning back.

"Go ahead," Philip said, "fuck her tits. It's your birthday!"

The guy started humping away at my tits. I glanced down at his cock, sliding between my tits, at Philip taking pictures with my phone and up at him, face screwed up as he was thrusting forward and backwards.

He humped away at me for a couple of minutes, pre-cum leaking out and lubricating him. He gasped and then started cumming. I was looking down at the time and watched him spurt from between my tits, across my upper chest and even hit my chin.

When the guy had finished cumming, I looked up at Philip and smiled for a picture, holding my tits around his cock.

He started to pull away and I let go, my tits dropping away from him.

"Can we clean him up so he can go back to work?" Philip said, grinning at me.

I knew he didn't mean for me to go and get him a wash cloth. I leaned forward, reaching out to grab his cock. I ran my tongue over it, cleaning up the remains of his cum on it as he looked down at me with an awestruck look on his face.

I finished cleaning him up and pulled his underwear up, tucking his cock away. He took over and pulled his pants back up and zipped up as I sat back on my heels and watched him.

Philip came and ushered him to the front door.

"I hope you enjoyed your little birthday party," he said, all but pushing him out of the door.

"Uh, yeah," the guy said, looking back at me as he left.

Philip came over and walked around me, taking pictures with my phone. He stopped and took my hand, helping me to my feet.

"Can I get cleaned up?" I asked him, gesturing at my cum covered front.

"Sure," he said, walking to the kitchen. I saw him checking his hand - I'd probably got cum on him.

I heard the water running and then he came back and passed me a wash cloth, watching as I cleaned myself off.

"That'll do," he said, taking the cloth back from me.

He went back to the kitchen then came back to join me again. He held the phone up again.

"Bend over," he said, and I bent forward at the waist with my knees locked, feeling my tits hang away from me.

He walked around me once, taking pictures. When he got to be in front of me again, he had me stand up straight again.

He came and fiddled with my thong. He pulled it down and up a little, arranging it to just about cover my little landing strip.

"Hold this out," he said, getting me to take over holding the thin waist band out from my body.

He took a couple of pictures, from in front and behind me.

He came back and slid my thong down further so it was just about covering my slit with me still holding the waist band out. He went around behind me and moved it to uncover my bum crack. More pictures.

This time, he took the waist band from me and slid my thong down to my thighs, then took some pictures.

He came and slid it down to my knees and took more pictures.

"Take it off," he said, taking pictures as I slid it to my feet and stepped out of it.

He had me move my feet about a shoulder width apart and knelt down and took some pictures up at me. He passed me the phone and I looked at him quizzically.

He leaned forward and put his hands on my bum, moving his face to my pussy. As best I could I took pictures of him as he kissed and licked at my pussy and clit.

I found myself pulling his face into me with my spare hand, and when I started grinding my pussy into his face he stopped, making me whine a little.

He reached up and took the phone from me, taking pictures of my now puffy and soaking pussy.

He clambered to his feet and took my hand. He led me to his bedroom, which was pretty messy... he's a single guy.

I gave him a kiss on the lips, then went and bent forward over the bed, moving my feet apart until my hips were on the bed.

I lay flat on my front on the bed, waiting a minute until he came and pushed his cock into me.

I relaxed and concentrated on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. I was really turned on so I knew I wasn't going to last long and I hoped he was the same.

His hands were on my hips, under my garter straps and I felt him gripping harder. I felt myself clenching as my orgasm arrived and I started shuddering. Through my orgasm, I felt Philip's cock swelling and pulsing even as he thrust in and out and he pumped me full of his cum.

His thrusting slowed down and his grip on me relaxed. He let go of me with one hand.

"Stay there," he said, then slid his softening cock out of me.

I heard the fake shutter clicking noise behind me as he took a bunch of pictures. I squeezed my pussy, feeling his cum running out of me.

I heard him leave the room and come back again, putting a cold, wet cloth against my pussy. I reached underneath me and held the cloth to me as I pushed myself up again. I turned and leaned against his bed as I squeezed the rest of it out of me, wiping myself clean as he took pictures, grinning at me.

He'd already dressed himself while he was out of the room and when I was done, he took the cloth from me, dabbing at the small puddle on his comforter for a second.

I picked up my phone from his bed.

"Well," I said, "I guess I should get myself home."

"You don't want to watch a movie?" he asked.

"I don't think we need to do that now, do you?"

"I guess not," he said with a grin. "Just as well I like cold pizza, isn't it?"

We went back into the front room and I collected my clothing and dressed again. Philip just stood and watched me.

When I was ready to leave, he embraced me, kissing me hard.

"Thank you," he said, "I had a lot of fun."

"Me too," I told him, heading out to my car.

He stayed by the door, waving as I drove away.