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Monica Gift

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Episode 16: eXXXtra Toppings

Erotica Sex Story: Episode 16: eXXXtra Toppings - Monica Gift was always a nympho. Her namesake a gift to all men. Drop dead gorgeous but playing both sides of the spectrum, she could be the quiet nerd or the slut all men craved. Her Jekyll and Hyde persona was what made her so desirable. Growing up far too fast the beautiful high school student meant to create an empire based on lust. Give guys what they wanted, putty in her hands. Barely legal, she had their attention long before. In more ways than one. "Who wants some? That many! Yesssss!"

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Teenagers   Consensual   Teen Siren   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Incest   Father   Daughter   Uncle   Humiliation   Rough   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Male   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Male   Hispanic Female   Anal Sex   Bestiality   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Facial   Fisting   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Spitting   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism  

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Monica Gift walked alone! While eyes watched her no one followed that closely behind the bombshell brunette with wet hair. Decidedly nobody from her locker room showering stunt had said a word about it. It was a safe bet that they hoped for more days like today so keeping her safe from expulsion, including themselves for taking part, the male students bit their tongues. Oddly enough those few teachers that were in the knowledge loop also shut the hell up. Bad enough the school had active cameras that saw departures. It was likely authority did know but just had not said anything. Lucky girl, Monica Gift! Lucky indeed!

“I was going to walk home today but Ryan wanted me to meet him by his car. Guess I’m a hitchhiker.” She left the front entrance to Summersby High School and ventured toward the parking lot. Nothing in her hands having left her book bag in her locker she eyed the exterior camera overlooking the front of the school. “I bet Principal Janson knows what I did on his car hood. That particular camera might not shine down on his car, but I know for a fact there’s one facing the lot. I wonder why he hasn’t called me to his office yet. Now that I think about it there’s a camera in the hallway running in front of the locker room. In every hallway for that matter.” She giggled over everything she had done so far.

“I don’t think Dane Morrison’s class has one unless it’s a nanny cam version. Who knows, who cares! If I get in trouble, I’ll deal with it however I have to. Crazy thing is, if I go down swinging a whole lot of boys and Morrison do too. The way Coach Randall acted as I was leaving the gym, my gut says he knows I did something. He seemed awful happy with that thumbs up he gave me. I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.” Amid her walk toward the lot, she chose to unbutton her lengthy white shirt and just let it all hang out. Titties bouncing with every step she didn’t have a care in the world. Those few students ahead of her sure had a good time watching her walk the concrete runway like a Playboy Bunny. “I don’t think this batch has seen me yet. Time to give them a first time look at me.” Vertical hem on her shirt spread wide she flashed her chest all the way down to the waistband on her leggings, nipples spiking in the afternoon sunshine.

“You’re crazy Gift.” A boy broke the silence. “Want to go on a date with me?”

“I don’t date Freshmen. Just enjoy what I’m willing to offer.” The boy Jason Hemrick looked to his two friends teasing him for getting shot down and a wrestling match ensued. “Fighting over me won’t get you laid.” She laughed and walked right on by them her shirt now drawn over her shoulders but hanging in there. Reaching the faculty parking lot Monica located that camera and stopped in front of Principal Lloyd Janson’s car and faced the lens above. Removing her shirt entirely she shook her tits at the camera.

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Finalizing it she pinched her nipples, lifted both for a tongue swirl around each of her areolas then blew the watcher a kiss. “If that doesn’t get me expelled, I’m going to start upping my exhibitions.” Whistles and wolves she feigned shyness and held her shirt in front of her as if hiding. Laughing she revealed herself again just that fast. “Howl away!” How about a horn instead?

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Ryan Quinones out at his car blared his horn to get her attention. Jumping at his insistence she waved at her fans and scurried across the parking area to reach Ryan. Standing outside his car with arms folded while exuding a hint of ego he pointed at the asphalt. Smirking at him Monica tossed her shirt on the ground and knelt down on her knees atop it. “I’m here Master.”

“Took you long enough. I have to deliver pizza in an hour so let’s make this fast. Tug those leggings down over your ass and moon everyone while you place your face right into my crotch.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. I love your style!” She greedily straightened her posture enough to roll her grey leggings down over her ass cheeks to mid-thigh. Leaning forward she opened her mouth wide and planted her teeth right around the erection imprint that was pressuring from within his jeans. Now the wolf calls were centered on Ryan for his control over Monica. Cellphone pictures were being snapped by the dozens.

“Keep your face on me and pry your ass cheeks wide.” Done! Boys were getting bolder in getting up close to capture her pussy lips widening along with her anal pucker. “Wider!” He heard her mumbling, “Yes, Master!” While it sounded glorious Ryan was still struggling with the regal aspect of it all. Humoring her was in his best interest. Just as he was ready to end this charade his cellphone rang. In his back pocket he retrieved it and noticed the caller as his boss from Vagiano’s Pizza Parlor. Gnashing his teeth he took the risk of answering it.

“Hey, Mario what’s up?”

“That’s what we want to know. We’ve been getting calls for pizza asking if someone named Monica could deliver it. That’s three times just today. Any idea who this girl might be? Pranks, maybe?”

“Shit! No, it’s no prank. I started seeing my next-door neighbor. She rode with me last week and met a few people. She’s smoking hot so I’m guessing they assumed she worked for you guys. I hope I’m not in trouble.”

“What’s with all the howling in the background. You should be out of school, right?”

“Yeah! In the parking lot actually. Monica is here with me. Every guy in school wants to date her and they’re giving me grief over being the lucky one.” She was licking his inseam with long wet laps of her extended tongue as he talked. Flick fLICK!

“Ah! Good for you, My Man! No, you’re not in trouble. Ask her if she wants a delivery job. Ron just fired Gilespie he came in drunk again. We could use another driver seeing as Kinney and Reese can only work certain days.”

“Monica doesn’t have a driver’s license.”

“Shame! She’s in demand that’s for sure.”

“I’m telling you Mario, she’s molten lava hot.” Hearing Ryan brag about her those close enough to hear him spoke out loudly in her favor. The words were probably too sexy to be used but Mario at least laughed over it.

“Sounds to me like you better hold on for dear life if you want to keep a girl that popular. Between that fanfare and my delivery requests she might be worth more to us than Kinney and Reese.”

“They like their jobs please don’t fire them.”

“No worry! We’re not! Bring this girl by, if she’s this in demand I might persuade Ron into letting her ride along. You drive, she delivers.”

“Seriously? Uhhh! Let me talk to her about it. I need to get home and change. If she wants to ride along tonight, I’ll bring her in with me.”

“We’ll pay her minimum wage, and she can keep your tips.”

“Haha! I need my tip money.”

“We’ll figure it out, Buddy.”

“Cool! See you in an hour.” Hanging up he grabbed Monica by her hair and pulled her up into him. Risking it he kissed her on the lips, and she melted into him. Hand on her exposed ass cheek he took his time letting their voyeurs enjoy the show. She was still keeping her ass pried open from one side. Kiss abandoned he smirked at her. “Ride with me tonight and deliver?”

“Bikini?”

“After we leave the parlor. Wear shorts and a dark t-shirt over it until we hit the road.”

“Can I turn around real fast?” He allowed it and she rotated but planted her ass directly over Ryan’s crotch. The clustering students cheered for her until she calmed them down. “ORDER A PIZZA FROM VAGIANOS TONIGHT AFTER 6:00. I’ll deliver it to your front door naked.” HELL YES! Pulling her leggings up and snatching up her shirt she scurried around to the passenger side and got in. She remained topless clear across town until Ryan pulled up behind his garage. She valiantly waved at everyone she saw along the way and used Ryan’s ballcap sponsoring Vagiano’s Pizzeria to promote it. The titties hanging over the car window in their faces had them on speed dial within the hour. So much for seatbelt laws.


Parting ways for quick change on both of their parts, Monica freshened up, applying perfume and makeup before she rejoined Ryan at his car. “Your parents say anything?”

“Neither of them are home. I left a note on the kitchen island saying I was with you.” Wearing tight pale grey shorts and an untucked Navy-blue tee that had Japanese kanji on the chest she was ready to go. Vibrant ass cheeks hanging out was a beautiful sight to behold. BeHELD even!

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“Did you wear a bikini underneath? I don’t see thread lines through your shorts.”

“Nope!” She giggled! “I changed my mind. I’m only delivering like this or less. Preferably less!”

“What’s your shirt say?” She rotated in her seat to face him. “I don’t read Japanese.”

“Look closely!”

“At your nipples poking out?”

“Those too! No, the kanji means blowjob.”

“Planning on giving a few tonight?”

“You tell me, oh, master.” She batted her lashes! “Vagiano’s takes the pizza orders, I take yours.”

“Nice! After that stunt in the parking lot, I bet we get bombarded by the guys at school.”

“Add in the drivers drooling over my titties on the way home. You just know that means I get bombarded with big juicy tips.” She wagged her tongue as she connected her seatbelt.

“How long is that shirt?”

“Ehh? Barely hides my coochie if I tug it down. Let’s avoid that.” She giggled! “I doubt that it’s long enough to hide me when I lose my shorts.”

“Perfect! Let’s make a good impression on Mario and Ron first. I really did expect to lose my job over last week. Maybe next week.” He chuckled! “Honestly, I don’t care if I do.”

“I might be persuaded to ride along once a week. I’ll even give you my paycheck. I can quadruple that check with tips I make and live on that.”

“I might let you do that.” Backing out they had a good time predicting the immediate future. It took Ryan a mere seven minutes to reach the parlor. Parking out in front of the parlor at 4:30 on the dot Ryan shut the car off and took a deep breath. “Okay! Try not to over sexualize things, leave that to the customers. Ron can be grumpy; Mario is the cool brother. If they ask what your shirt means say you don’t know.”

“I found it at Goodwill cheap. I looked up the kanji though.”

“I say if it’s someone we know from school you deliver naked. If it’s not, then wear only the shirt, you can lift it up if their response is good. We won’t have long between deliveries so whatever you do has to be fast.”

“I get it. I will get it.” She snickered! “This is going to be fun.”

“Make a good impression. Oh, and act like my girlfriend in front of Mario and Ron. That could go in our favor.”

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“Anything you say Lover.” She razzed him and opened the door. Joining her outside they grabbed each other’s hand and walked into the parlor. Still early the dining room only had three people. Leading her into the kitchen Ryan made their arrival known. Releasing Monica’s hand he made quick introductions.

“Monica this is Ron; Mario is the bushy haired Freakshow.” That made Mario reluctantly shake his head. “Let me go clock in I’ll be right back.” Leaving her with the owners both men stopped cold in prepping pies. Ron was shockingly more than willing to check out the little cutie.

“So, Ryan finally found a way to lose his virginity.” Ron grinned!

“So, worth it.” She fanned her features. “Three hours straight.”

“Nice! Pleasure to meet you, Monica.”

“Pleasure will always be mine.” She beguiled them. “You heard the guys in school I hear. They all want me.” Ego much? They understood why though. Those nipples stabbing through her cotton tee were vicious. “I hope I’m dressed okay. I hate wearing jeans when it’s so hot outside. I told Ryan I’d work one day a week with him. My parents want me to get a job anyway. I just want to finish school before any long shifts.”

“We totally get it.” Mario spoke up. “And yes, we heard you were well-liked.”

“With a body like mine I’m sure you know why. Don’t sweat over saying the wrong thing you can complement me any way you want to, I promise I won’t sue.” She laughed as Ryan returned.

“Let’s just say you’re beautiful and stop while we’re ahead.” Ron smirked! “Keep this girl, Quinones! We just got two more calls asking for her.”

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“I’ll do my best.” Monica in turn showed the men three fingers and nodded with an appetite in her eyes. They knew exactly what she meant and chuckled.

“What did I miss?” Ryan tried to comprehend what she had just emphasized.

“Threesome!” Mario blurted then put his hands up defensively. “Just kidding!”

“I’m game.” Monica added fuel to the fire. An oven beeping Ron turned away to take out a pizza. “No, I was just telling our fearless leaders how you fucked me for three hours straight. I’m hooked on you, Ryan.” The young man dropped his jaw and glanced at Mario. The man simply waved it off and took a call.

“Are you crazy? What part of good impression didn’t you get?” Ryan whispered! “This is going to go so bad.”

“Stop worrying, they both love me.”

“You’re up, Q!” Ron had cut the pizza and boxed it up. A printed sticker with an address on it was stuck with the receipt and placed into a red padded container to keep it piping hot. “And Qtie!”

“Seee! Ron thinks I’m as hot as that pizza.”

“Is that true, Ron?” Ryan laughed!

“As true as that t-shirt’s offer.”

“You speak Japanese?” Ryan looked puzzled!

“Blowjob! It’s not Japanese, it’s made to look that way. I should know firsthand, that shirt used to belong to my niece.” Small world!

“That’s where I’ve seen that before.” Mario added after hanging up and relaying the order to Ron. “His niece, my daughter. My wife made her get rid of it because she was too young to sponsor it at 14.”

“Her loss my gain.” Monica took the risk of shaking her titties. “Grab that pie and let’s go shake my tips.” The pizza brothers caught onto her wordplay. Accepting the tray Ryan just laughed and headed for the door. Monica paused in following him and made certain the men were looking before shaking her tight booty their way. “Keep the orders coming. I will!” Out the door she went.

“Are you sure about this, Little Brother?” Ron lost his smile and worriedly frowned at Mario.

“Well? That last phone call requested her again. I told them she was working. So, let’s see what happens.”

“Those shorts couldn’t contain her ass cheeks.”

“Were they supposed to? It’s the fashion these days. I say we let her wear those and print Vagianos on the ass.” Ron did pucker as he began peppering cheese on the next pie crust. Cheesy grin to match!

The idea was a nice backup plan.


“Relax! They like me.”

As Ryan drove toward the address in his GPS, Monica unhooked her seatbelt and slid out of her grey shorts. Tossing them into the backseat she sat with her shirt exposing her inner thighs. Rubbing her clit the remainder of their drive she listened to Ryan getting over his worry. “I know they did. The thing is we don’t know who this order belongs to yet. Baxter is the name on the address. I don’t recall every making a delivery here before. This wasn’t a request for you.”

“It will be next time.”

“Just be careful.”

“You just be ready to count my tip money.”

“Uhh! They paid our tip already on their credit card.”

“Not my tip.” She winked as he pulled up to the address. Still daylight the duplex was wide open, no shrubs or trees to hide behind. The front door was at an angle from the driveway so Ryan couldn’t see if she was in danger. “I’ve got this.” She opened the passenger door and claimed the pie tray from the backseat. Wiggling away with her delivery she found the front door open but knocked on the outer glass storm door. A minute later a man showed up wearing a towel about his waist. A mighty big sausage pushed that towel outward.

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“Catch you at a good time?” She flirted! His deeply tanned chiseled chest had her cunt weeping down her thigh.

“Maybe!” He grinned at her reaction to him. “Nice shirt.” He eyed her chest, nipples begging to rub against his pecs.

“If you tell me what it means accurately and tip me good, I might show you what’s underneath it.”

“Already figured it out.” He chuckled as he stood holding the door open to claim his pizza. “If you want a good tip, I’d rather you obeyed your shirt.”

“What does it say?”

“Blowjob!”

“That deserves a peek then.” She sat her red tray on the landing and hiked her t-shirt up over her tits.

“Very nice!” Holding the pizza in one hand he untied his towel and dropped it in front of her. “Come get your tip.” He turned and walked away to get rid of his cardboard burden. Taking a deep breath Monica caught the door and went indoors. An open concept interior the man sat his pizza on the dining table and walked back toward her without either burden. A huge eight-inch erection wagging he stroked it with a confident grin. “You’re not running. That’s a good sign.”

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“Never! But I only have five minutes.” She giddily whipped her t-shirt off and dropped to her knees. “Monetary tip if I make you cum in three minutes.”

“Hundred bucks if you do.” He stepped directly up to her. Monica examined him first then swallowed his cock like a ravenous beast. No tonsils allowed her to deep throat the man while her fingers kneaded at his bulbous scrotum. “I got lucky! I figured a guy would deliver the pizza. And no, I’m not into guys, the towel would have stayed on.” He smiled looking down into her big brown eyes.

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“Damn! You’re good at that. Eyes on my clock.” He watched a clock on his wall over a lifeless fireplace. Monica was determined to succeed. Hearing his praise only enticed her to offer better. All eight in her throat she tried her best to add in at least one of his balls. “Jesus! Three hundred if you succeed in taking my balls in too and let me nut down your throat.” Thumbs up she fought as hard as she could muster. Saliva was dribbling all over her titties in her rabid appetite to succeed. “Two minutes down.”

Sweating over it she pushed herself and actually succeeded in taking them under her lower lip. With the man palming the back of her head it helped. Snarling under the assault the man started getting weak in the knees and trembled. Face beet red he lost his load down her throat. Releasing her scalp he looked up and noted Ryan standing in the door. “You didn’t come alone.”

“You’d have to tip me a grand to drop by alone.” She spoke once she drew back releasing his dick, her saliva, his semen spilling dramatically all over her chest. “Order pizza on Thursday’s more often, it’s the only day I work.”

“You a hooker?”

“Not really! To be honest I’ve never made money for sex. I’m a nympho. But, I will take that three-hundred. The grand too if you feel frisky.”

“Well-deserved! I’ll dip into my savings for that grand if you let me fuck the holy hell out of you.”

“I’ll keep you in mind. I know where you live now.” She stood up with her shirt and put it on. “Can I drop by sometime?”

“Only during the week. I get my two sons every other weekend. I work from home so I’d be here.” Wallet in hand he peeled off three crisp hundred dollar bills. “My name is Conrad, first name only.”

“Thanks Conman!” She took his money and wiggled away to the door. Ryan backing off she stopped just inside. “See you soon Conrad. Miss me! Oh! Our secret!”

“Absolutely!”

“Well, accept from my boyfriend there.”

“Gotcha!” Towel on he watched her leave and jump on Ryan’s back for a piggyback ride. “Look at that gorgeous ass. Damn! I think I hit the lottery.” He was rich already! Even if his ex-wife took half in their divorce.

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