There he was, tight jeans, Pizza bag in hand, and eyes as wide as the Grand Canyon. They wandered up and down my body, inspecting every inch of me. Was I coming off too strong? Was I dressed to scantily clad? I hope he doesn't think I'm a whore.
"Well hello there..." he started to say but was interrupted by me grabbing his belt buckle and pulling him in my doorway. Kicked the door closed and pulled him into a deep kiss, circling his tongue with mine. I was burning with desire, mind swimming with ideas of all of the dirty things I wanted to do to him. He dropped the bag to the floor, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling me close so that our hips pressed together. It wasn't long before his hand started to explore my body, reaching up and grabbing my breast and fondling my pierced nipple with one hand while continually grabbing handfuls of my luscious booty with the other.
Judging by his reaction, he wanted this just as much as I did. All of the butterflies in my stomach instantly disappeared, the feeling of nervousness turned to lust as I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me. While he continued exploring my body with his hands, I started to work on undoing his belt. I was working as hard as I could, but my fingers were not moving fast enough. I finally managed to get the belt undone, I grabbed the waste of his pants with both hands and pulled in the center. I was obviously too eager because the button popped off and fell to the floor and the distinctive sound of a zipper being ripped could be heard. I could tell he was starting to get hard, I could feel him grinding it against me. I broke off from our kiss and dropped to my knees tugging his pants and boxers around his ankles in one swift motion. His half hard dick bounced in front of my face as the waistband slipped over the rapidly growing knob of his cock. I let out a small gasp seeing how big it was even half hard. I took a sharp inhale through my mouth and stuffed all of his thickening rod in my mouth that I could manage.
A deep guttural moan escaped from his mouth as my lips touched the base of his shaft. He leaned his head back and rested it against the door, slowly closing his eyes. I pressed my tongue to the bottom of his shaft firmly and slowly moved my head back, ascending to the tip of his swollen head. I took one last slow deep plunge forward as I could feel his cock thickening in my mouth, filling it to capacity. I began bobbing my head quickly as his cock grew harder and longer. His hand began to slowly caress the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair while I picked up rhythm. His cock was pounding the back of my throat, still leaving three or four inches not enveloped by my warm slick throat. I felt his fingers start to curl up and grab a good hold of my hair. I sensed what he was doing and let him take over. He began ramming his cock all the way down my throat stuffing every inch he had into my mouth. I did my best to relax my throat, but could not stop my gag reflex. After several more thrust deep into my throat, wincing through the pain, I became used to his size. The sloppy sucking and gagging sounds good be heard throughout my apartment.
I reached up with one hand and grabbed the base of his shaft, and tapped on his leg lightly with my other hand. He pulled my head back and his massive cock sprung out of my mouth, flinging a mixture of spit and pre-cum on to my face.
"God DAMN how big is this thing?" I asked him as I held onto the base of his cock while flickering my tongue back and forth across his head, looking up at him with the widest eyes I could manage. I could tell it was no small wonder from the clear outline in his jeans that I had seen on previous delivery visits, but damn this white boy had a big dick.
"Almost nine inches" he said with a dirty little smirk "a full nine on a good day" he added, still smirking.
"Is it a good day?" I asked looking up at him, kissing the top of his cock, teasing it with little flickers my tongue each time my lips touched.
