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Pizza Delivery Guy Pounds Femboi CustomerMartavious James checked his phone after hearing it notify him that he had a new text message. He replied and tossed it back aside. The eighteen year old full-time community college student and part-time pizza delivery driver turned his tricked out shiny metallic blue 2000 Honda Civic SI into the parking of the complex where he had his final customer of the evening. He hopped out of his vehicle and grabbed the carrying case containing the pie. He knocked on the door and waited. He grew impatient as he was ready to go home and chill. He knocked again and decided to call the number on the ticket. “Hello,” a sweet voice answered.“Hey, I’m at your door with an order Luigi’s,” he said dryly.“Oh my bad! Gimme just a sec. I was just drying off,” she added.“No problem,” he smiled.The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-seventy-pound young man hoped he would get a glimpse of a beautiful woman, but figured it would be some ugly broad instead. When the door opened, he was greeted by a long legged vixen. She towered over him and wore a lush pink robe with matching slippers.“I’m so sorry, sir,” she apologized.“You straight,” he forgave her. “Just sign here,” he handed her the pizza and the receipt.“Okay,” she scribbled her name. “Hang on. Let me get you a tip.”Martavious watched her walk away with slender hips swaying and taut booty shaking. He felt a rise in his pants. She returned and handed him a five dollar bill.“Thank you, ma’am,” he grinned.“Sir,” she said.“Yes, ma’am,” he inquired.“No sir. I was saying I’m a ‘sir’ – not a ‘ma’am’.”“For real,” he laughed. “My bad.”“No worries. I get it all the time. Have a good night.”“You too. You got company comin’ over?”“Not tonight. I’m just here all by my lonesome.”“You want some company,” he piped up.“What are you trying to say,” she pressed.Martavious cleared his throat, “I’m sayin’ I wanna come chill with you.”“You heard me say I’m a dude, right,” she reminded him.“Yeah, but you look as good as a girl. So, I wanna chill.”“How old are you?”“I’m eighteen. What do it matter?”“I’m thirty-one.”“And?”“Well, you’re awfully young.”“Age ain’t nothin’ but a number and I been fuckin’ boipussy for a while.”“Excuse me,” she hissed.“Ease up, sexy. I know what time it is. I just wanna spend some time.” “You’re a handsome li’l fellow,” the six-foot-one-inch-tall customer summed him up.“Yeah. Thanks! But, I got a big dick.”“And how do you know I want it,” she smirked.“If you thirty-one, türbanlı mersin escort why you playin’ games. Can I chill or not?”“Okay.”“Bet. Lemme run back to work and clock out. I’ll be back in twenty.”Lenny Gooden set the oven to warm, threw the pizza inside, and headed back to his bathroom. He brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth, and rubbed lavender scented baby lotion all over his body. Then, he put on a yellow lace-trimmed tank top and a pair of black nylon & spandex mix boyshorts that had ‘NAUGHTY’ written across the butt in gold block letters. He added a pair of white footies then grabbed a seat on the couch in the living room. He hit play on the DVR and went back to watching the last episode of the Real Housewives of Atlanta.A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Lenny got up to verify that it was in fact the delivery guy. He opened the door and said, “Come on in.”“Thanks,” he acknowledged.“Have a seat,” she waved her arm towards the sofa. “Would like some pizza and something to drink?”“Yeah, boo, if you don’t mind,” he replied taking up a spot on the comfortable piece of furniture.“What do you want to drink?”“Whatcha got?”“Water, milk, lemonade, vodka, bourbon, sprite,” she rattled off.“Can I get some vodka?”“Aren’t you too young to drink?”“No,” he shot back matter-of-factly.“I don’t need to be contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”“I ain’t gonna tell nobody.”“Okay,” Lenny relented.Lenny returned with the pizza, two plates, and two glasses. He ran back into the kitchen and brought the liquor along with lemonade. Lenny told him to help himself. He poured straight vodka and grab a couple of slices. Lenny mixed his with lemonade selected a piece.“So, I’m Lenny. What’s your name,” the host inquired.“Martavious,” he said stuffing his mouth. “What kinda pizza is this?”“Veggie.”“I ain’t never had pizza with no meat. Not bad.”“Yeah. It’s my favorite.”“That’s wassup,” he continued munching.“So, I have a question,” Lenny started.“Yeah,” he grunted grabbing another slice.“You said you been fucking boipussy for a long time, but you’re only eighteen. How old were you when you started.”“f******n,” he responded.“Young. How did it happen?”Martavious took a long sip of the vodka and cleared his throat. Then he began, “When I was twelve my mom went to prison and my dad was already locked up. My grandma got custody of me. Anyway, about the time I fucked the first dude, I had been türbanlı mersin escort bayan actin’ out, skipping school, and shit. So my grandma put me on lockdown and every time she left the house, she took me with her – even to the beauty shop.”Martavious continued, “One day after school, she had to get her hair done. So we was at the beauty shop. She realized she didn’t have her checkbook so she needed to run home. She was the last customer and I was doin’ homework and she asked the hairdresser if she could just run home and leave me there to finish my work. He said yep. She left. Being f******n, you know yo’ dick stay hard and shit. Anyway, he saw my outline and asked if I was okay.”“I said, ‘What you mean?’”“He said, “Looks like something got you excited down.’”“I said, ‘Huh?’”“He said, ‘Your jimmy is bulging.’”“I said, ‘It do that a lot.’”“Then he asked how I usually take care of it,” Martavious kept going. “I asked him why he need to know. He said he was just wondering cause it looked so big and was wondering if I was having sex with girls yet. I told him I was till my grandma grounded my ass. Then, he asked if I liked it being sucked. I told him yeah. He asked if I wanted it sucked right then. I asked him by who and he said he’d be willing. By then he was touching it and I was like go for it. He sucked the hell outta my dick and then I bent his big ass over and busted in them guts.”“Wow,” Lenny remarked in awe. “How old was the beautician?”“Twenty-one. We fucked nearly every day till I moved up here with my uncle.”“Your grandmother didn’t catch on.”“Naw. After we finished he told me to start sweeping up when we heard her car outside. He asked her if I could work for him a couple of hours in the evening cleaning up before he closed.”“And she said yes?”“Yep. I rode my bike to his shop at about 7:00 every evening. And he drove me back home by 9:30. I wasn’t gon’ tell cause he kept me up and shit.”“Why’d you leave,” Lenny prodded“She passed away,” Martavious revealed. “So I came up here. Just stayed after I graduated.”“I’m sorry.”“You good.”“So you like what you see,” Lenny asked.“Hell yeah! Let me see that ass.”Lenny stood and showed off his petite booty. Martavious gave it a slap for good measure. He grabbed his crotch and inquired, “You think you can handle all this?” Lenny knelt down to feel it. Martavious had not been lying. His dick was around nine-and-a-half inches and really türbanlı escort mersin thick. Lenny just looked knowingly in his eyes and shook his head in the affirmative. “Well, shit. Let’s make it happen,” Martavious stated.Lenny extended her hand and Martavious stood. Lenny led the guest to his bedroom where an orange vanilla scented candle was burning. Lenny hopped on the bed and began unbuckle Martavious’ belt. Lenny pulled the monster from his boxers and began slurping. He kissed, jerked, licked, and swallowed the shaft like a hungry babe nursing on a bottle. Lenny slapped the lengthy tool against his left cheek and called out, “You got a big fat dick!”“I’ma put this big fat ass dick in that tight ass,” Martavious retorted pulling Lenny’s head back towards him. “I’ma tear that boipussy up.” Lenny sucked for a few more minutes. It was completely sloppy job which Martavious loved. “Aiight, now bend lay yo’ ass down on yo’ stomach,” he commanded taking into account Lenny was a good bit taller and this position would negate the challenge of regular doggy-style action.Martavious bent down and buried his tongue in Lenny’s light brown hole. He spanked each of his light caramel colored cheeks. The anus felt like a sauna to his mouth and tasted like strawberries – flavored lube he thought. Martavious grabbed a pillow and slid it under Lenny’s waist. He mounted the soft bottom and spat on his dick. He started working it in. Lenny squirmed as the head popped in. Martavious held him down revealing his strength and scolded him, “Be still and take this dick.”Martavious pressed both of Lenny’s arms into the bed and thrust his cock in and out. The hole began to loosen and Lenny stated to moan. “Mmmm,” he cooed. Martavious loved how Lenny clenched his walls around his dick. Soon, Lenny was farting and Martavious was fucking him wildly.“You got some good ass boipussy,” Martavious confessed.“Mmm. Thank you! You got some good dick,” Lenny wailed.“You like this big fat dick in that faggot ass?”“Ooh yes sir!”That comment was enough to make Martavious cum. But, he pulled out in effort to avoid ejaculation before he was entirely ready. “Roll over,” he ordered. Lenny flipped on his back and Martavious put his legs over his shoulders. Martavious angled up and went about hammering Lenny’s sissy pussy in the missionary position. Lenny fondled his defined, but not over muscular, chest. “Kiss me,” Lenny whined.“Hell yeah,” Martavious grunted as he leaned down.The tongue wrestled while Martavious cupped each of Lenny’s butt cheeks and slammed his dick repeatedly in Lenny’s cookie jar. “Fuck, bae,” Martavious huffed. “I’ma cum. I’ma cum. Oh shit, I’m cumming!!!”Martavious shot his load deep inside. He collapsed on top of Lenny. He was sweaty and spent. Lenny licked his ear and whispered, “We gotta do this again, sexy.”
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