Pizza, beer and … (standard:romance, 776 words)
Author: PeterFromOZ	Added: Apr 04 2011	Views/Reads: 2978/2034	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Pizza, beer and … - is a short story about sex.

Pizza, beer and ... © Copyright Peter E. Williams 2000 

“Hi, everyone. I'm Sasha and today we're going to talk about activities
and eating patterns that go together. Can anyone give me some 
examples?” 

“Pizza, beer & sex,” Julie instantly says loudly, and to her own
immediate shock. She blushes. People begin to giggle. 

“Is that before or after?”, Sasha says mockingly. 

Well it wouldn't be during, would it, dickhead? she thinks. 

The crowd begins to laugh. 

With a sudden movement, her arm, which is supporting her head, slips and
jolts her awake. She has been daydreaming in the Weight Voyeurs class, 
as she calls it. 

When Julie had gone there, for the first time tonight, all she wanted to
loose was five kilos, but it depressed her to be told that, according 
to the charts of ideal weights based on height and gender, she needs to 
loose twelve kilos. She always thinks about sex when she is feeling 
depressed – to cheer herself up, she likes to remember those good 
times. 

I wonder how many calories there are in cum? She thinks. I damn well bet
their booklets won't tell me. She silently curses being only 
five-feet-five tall. I'm not over-weight, I'm just under-tall... isn't 
that how that old joke goes? she thinks. 

As she drives home in her car, she listens to the radio. “Bend me, break
me. Breaking down is easy. All I want is you. I fall down just to give 
you thrill” The words of the Garbage song reverberate around her head. 
It is a great song; her favourite now. She wishes someone would thrill 
her like that. She keeps remembering the melodies of that song. 

She arrives home and picks up the phone, and calls Johno's Dial-A-Pizza.


“Hi, this Julie, from 27 Cartleton crescent.” 

“Yeah, I'll have a regular seafood special, with extra oysters. Send Jon
over with it will ya? OK bye.” 

Jon has no problems finding his way to number 27 Cartleton. He knows it
well. He knows the routine and just what is expected of him. 

She thinks; I'm not going to be long enough for the pizza to get cold. 

“Damn fur. It's all in the way. I can't find your pussy for all this
fur.” 

“OK,” she says as she parts her pubic hair with her hands. She is happy
to help, after all he is tied up; or rather he is tied to the bed. And 
she does love what he does with his tongue. 

“Is that better?” she asks, lowering her clitoris to barely above his
nose, with her arse above Jon's head, and facing his body & legs. “I 
know just the way to muffle your cries for help.” She says as she 
carefully lowers her vagina into Jon's mouth and says “Eat this, and 
eat it well. Suck that damn clitoris liked you've never sucked it 
before!” And Jon surely is an obedient slave, for suck he does. And she 
begins to moan in ecstasy. 

She unlocks a 50mm padlock, and as she locks it around his scrotum, says
“Remember Slave Jon, this only comes off if you're a good boy, and I'll 
be the judge of that. Understood?” “Y-y-yes M-m-mistress” he replies. 
It locks in place with a solid steel click and grips and hugs his balls 
strongly. She knows this padlock is not going to come off without being 
unlocked. 

He lays tied down to the bed, sucking on her clitoral hood, probing and
tasting, sucking and licking. Jon wants to do it for hours. He loves 
it. She loves it. He knows that she's trying extra-hard as she goes 


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