Monica Gift
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Episode 27: DEEP DISH
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 27: DEEP DISH - 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 Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Father Daughter Uncle Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Vagiano’s Pizza! 7:00 PM!
“At this rate we’re going to need to hire a third pizza chef to keep up with orders.”
The phone was ringing off the wall and online delivery was piling up. Business on a Thursday had never been this good. Both owners of the parlor brothers Mario and Ron Vagiano were losing steam. Even with third man Vince Moretti helping out their ovens could barely keep up.
“You know this is because of Monica Gift.” Vince spoke up while spreading cheese on a pizza crust. The brother’s paused briefly to stare at one another. “Guys! You are NOT stupid. She flaunts her body and gets huge tips on your dime. Hiring her is either you two striking oil or getting a bad rep. I’m betting on crude. She’s smart enough to avoid the customers who may be old and religious. She aims for the high school crowd and the bad boys.”
“I say we let her do her thing. Business was dipping drastically before Ryan Quinones brought her to our attention.” Ron shrugged! “Let’s just roll with the punches and just say we didn’t know what she was doing. All we knew was she delivered for us.”
“Delivering in spades!” Mario grinned! “Fuck!” The phone was ringing again.
What choice did they have at this point. At least they had Shane Kinney and Ryan Quinones on deck as deliverers, sharing in hauling Monica from customer to customer. The boys had it all figured out. Even more, Monica had her shit together tonight! Baby oil and bikini. A specially made bikini at that. Little girl had help in sewing a name on her bikini bottom. The word VagianO was embroidered into it with the V like an arrow pointing at her cunt and a large O right where her butt pucker should be. Cue the slut!
Reaching their destination Ryan Q stopped on the curb and let Monica do the rest. Claiming the pie befitting the address she raced up to the front door and rang the doorbell. She knew the inhabitant already, so this one was easy to please. Before the homeowner even answered his door she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as wide as she could, tongue extended. Baby oil glistened in the porch light. So perfect!
As the door opened there stood Conrad. She only knew him by a first name last week but the last name on the pizza box gave him away. Conrad Bolton was ready for her. Standing naked with a mighty erection he carefully opened the door. She lifted the pizza box up for him as if an offering to a god.
Taking it, she went in for the kill and swallowed his eight-inch erection with vigor. Balls squeezed beneath her chin Conrad was teetering in step. Luckily, just inside his door was a small stand with a key bowl. Pizza box rested next to it he was free to palm the back of her head and force feed her throat. Gag reflexes dramatic she was drooling onto her chest in the process.
“Now this is service! Good to see you again, Pizza Hoe!” Conrad sighed! “Fuck, I love your mouth.” A thumb up on her effort she once again deepthroated him until she could consume both balls. Last visit she performed this stunt and got a $300 tip. She hoped for more this time. With Conrad groaning over her success, he couldn’t really thrust anymore. She had him right where she wanted him.
Captivity was enough to force him to detonate a glorious stream of warm milk. Demanding, he remain inside her lips as her throat swallowed like a boa constrictor, she finally pulled away. Quite messily! Saliva build up was streaming all over her chin and titties.
Hearing a horn honk Monica stood up and stroked his cock as if an angel. “I know you paid by credit card.” Also in that key bowl was her tip. Bringing it to her he showed her $400 this time. Her eyes lit up over the increase. “Yes! Thanks, Conman!”
“I’ll give you more once you let me fuck the shit out of you.”
“Kids on the weekend, right?”
“This weekend, yes. Maybe the following weekend. Unless you want to drop by during the week.”
“I’ll let you know if you give me your number. I’ll only text you.”
“Fair enough!” He recited it to her and she memorized the digits. “Send me a few naked pics.”
“Those are free.” She blew him a kiss and scurried away. He noticed her bikini bottoms and had a good laugh at her creativity. Hunger ruling him Conrad enjoyed his deep-dish pizza.
Back in Ryan’s car Monica tossed him a hundred-dollar bill. “Here! Milk money!” She showed him her opened mouth and exhaled on him. Grimacing, Ryan put the car in gear and hit the road, faster than he should. On a time crunch he said very little besides suggesting a breath mint. Whatever! Conrad’s jizz was minty tasting already! Good enough for her. Yummy!
Monica’s second drop off was the one that excited her the most. This delivery was to the biker Ben Mulder, the gigantic bodybuilder who dominated her in his garage and atop of Ryan’s car hood. No dents luckily! Last time that is. He intended to park further away to prevent any repeat that might require insurance.
“You better come back for me Ryan. You know the Hulk will tear me up. Yay me!”
“I think you’re insane. That guy was rough on you.”
“Take some lessons and I might just fall for you.”
“Oh! So, my being your master isn’t enough?”
“Only an act! But I do enjoy serving you when in front of others. I still shiver when you locked me in your car trunk. That was hot.”
“Don’t make me do that tonight.”
“With the tips I’m giving you I wouldn’t.” She razzed him! “I don’t see ... oh!” The Mulder garage door opened up and inside stood Big Ben Mulder along with two other big biker friends. “Uh! Come get me tomorrow.”
“Not even! Deliver these and I’ll come get you in thirty minutes. Tell him that’s all the time you have without getting fired.”
“Fine! See you in forty.” Climbing out with their two pizzas Monica sat them on the car hood just long enough to remove her bikini and throw the fabric into the passenger seat. “Make that fifty!” Boxes in hand she wiggled up the driveway. Ben waited until she entered the garage then triggered a remote that closed the door. All three bikers flipped Ryan off.
“Fuck! I should have known she would pull this.”
Driving off he delivered more pies before they could get cold. Some deliveries were disappointed that Monica wasn’t their handoff. In the case of students Ryan promised them Monica in school or right after. It was the best he could offer.
Back at the Mulder house, Monica had Ben all over her. Currently seated up on his Harley, Ben fingered her cunt with savage intent. His friends Bellow and Proctor enjoyed devouring her nipples without so much as an introduction. They simply took possession of her and made her their puppet. Monica was in heaven.
“Welcome to hell!” Ben growled at her.
“Do you hear me pitching a fork?” Monica moaned with a strained expression. “You can dig deeper.”
Sneering at her Ben considered her disrespectful and added all four fingers up her vulva. Thumb ready she squirted all across his knuckles. Before he could consider adding his fist the back door to his garage opened up and there stood Ben’s son, 15-year-old Terry. Eyes wide at hearing Monica, then seeing his dad readying to punch through paradise he froze out of fear.
“WHAT!” Ben yelled! “Come get your pizza and go eat.” Shuffling into the garage Terry looked over at Monica with worry.
“Hey, Terry! I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Hold up! The boy needs some schooling now.”
Removing his fingers and prompting his buddies to back away he reached over to pluck Monica up by her hair. Dragging her from his bike he marched her directly up to his son. “Give him his first blowjob.” Terry bulged his eyes at the order. Monica flipped her tongue out at Terry then knelt before the boy. Hands going to his sweatpants it was easy to lower them. Terry was self-conscious about anyone seeing his wiener so fought a tad.
“Just relax! I’ll be gentle.” Monica whispered up to him.
“Turn your backs!”
Ben ushered his crew to oblige. They laughed but complied. They knew this would be quick. With no eyes besides Ben, Terry let Monica pull his meager five-inch free of his underwear and kiss it. Once her lips wrapped his crown the boy nutted. Yup! It was quick. Regardless of his delivery Monica pressed onward and sucked him off for two minutes. Ben moved behind his son and squeezed his shoulders. “High time you became a man.”
“Sorry, Monica!” Shaking her head negatively she kissed the tip then showed Terry her milky tongue. With a wink she swallowed it with a smile.
“I SAID MAN! MEN DO NOT APOLOGIZE. ENOUGH OF THIS SOFT SHIT. ON YOUR FEET BITCH.” Monica hopped up and stood with a nervous moment creeping in. “TAKE MY BOY TO HIS ROOM AND CLAIM HIS VIRGINITY.” Terry wanted to cry but resisted, knowing his dad would likely smack him in the back of the head for sharing too much emotion.
“Come on Terry. I’d love to see your room.”
At the door leading into their home stood a woman who looked shy and worried. She had heard Ben yelling and came to see if she should at least try to rescue her son. Yes, Terry’s mother Martine Mulder was in the way.
“Get your ass in the house.” Ben snapped at the redhead. “Don’t you dare get in the way of progress.”
Martine cringed and disappeared without a word of defense. Monica almost felt badly for her. Taking Terry by his hand Monica lured him toward the door in hopes to get this over with fast. Time was ticking away. Once inside Terry took charge and guided her to his bedroom. Going inside he tried to close the door, but Ben put a halt to that by kicking it open. “I’m not playing! I see this happen. I’m not standing out here while you fake it.”
“We can do this Terry. I know you like me. I can be your first.” Not by choice! She truly didn’t want this; Terry was hardly her type. But in order to get to Ben this became necessary. She loved Ben’s no holds and holes barred policy. That big dick bruiser was too fucking incredible to deny. After helping Terry disrobe Monica took him to his full-size bed and coaxed him on top of her in a missionary position. With a little help Terry’s erection pierced the veil. Once inside Monica he dropped his jaw. “Just move it back and forth.”
“Okay! I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Neither could she! Still, she kept calm and smiling for his benefit. Ben standing in the doorway with arms folded watched his boy finding a rhythm in his thrusts. Monica faked her moans just to give Terry the impression he was doing good.
“Fuck her faster than that. Feels good, doesn’t it boy.”
“Yeah! I like it.”
“Spit in her face and call her a whore.”
“What?” Hesitant at first Terry winced at what he was about to do. Stirring up a loogie he spat down at Monica pelting her brow. “You’re a whore.” Monica nodded at him convincingly. She knew she was! Possibly the biggest whore in Florida!
“Roll over! Let her ride you.” Coaxed, Terry fell sideways and Monica rose to hop over his thighs. Lining his cock up she sat down on it and began gyrating. While she did Ben made an unexpected move. Dropping his jeans he walked to the foot of the bed and crawled in behind Monica on his knees. He spat on her asshole then took her canal with a vengeance. “Don’t say I don’t do anything with you boy. This is primetime bonding.” Thrusting heavily into her anus Monica came all over Terry’s cock. The boy was privy to a scalding hot flood.
As Ben entertained Monica his wife ventured to sneak peaks around the door frame. Catching Martine, Ben growled. “Get in here.” Shyly the redhead entered. “Get that dress off.” Eyes wide Martine hadn’t anticipated taking part in any way. Without delay she removed her dress and stood there naked, never allowed underwear. “Stand on the bed in front of her. MOVE!”
Martine hurried, knowing she would be in big trouble later if she defied her husband. Straddling her son’s shoulders Terry closed his eyes rather than look straight up at his mother’s pussy. Goaded closer by gripping Monica’s hair he shoved her face into Martine’s snatch. “EAT!” Martine had to gravitate closer to allow Monica to lick at Martine’s labia. Using the headboard Martine stretched backwards to support herself just to be in reach. Three minutes of hard anal fucking and forced appetite Monica made Marine climax. Her juices trickled right down over her son’s face. Terry was not exactly happy.
“Good! Now go get Bellow and Proctor and take them to our bed.” Shit! Martine pouted but left the bed, literally leaving her dress on the floor. Alone with the Mulder men, Monica was roughly pulled off of Terry.
“Boy! On your knees over her face.”
Terry moved into position as Ben shifted to the opposite side of Monica’s cheeks. “Beat that meat and cum on her face. If you beat me to it, I’ll start respecting you as a man.” Monica simply laid there looking up with her mouth wide with anticipation. Poor Terry could barely see with his mother’s juices partially in his left eye. Wiping it as he jerked off, he focused on his mission. Ben wanted to nut but resisted.
Finally, Terry shot a second load that struck Monica’s nose and upper lip. Once the spill began Ben added fuel to the fire. His load much thicker covered most of Monica’s face and chest. In reaction she rolled into Ben and worshipped his weeping beast like a nympho obsessed. Devotion stopped; Ben left the bed and patted his boy on the back.
“Next Thursday you can try anal.” From there he left the room and ventured to his own bedroom. Door wide open he found Martine dealing with DP from Bellow and Proctor. While they were busy Ben swiped their wallets and took out two-hundred-dollar bills from each. They owed him money anyway.
Taking the money back to Terry’s room he discovered more than he bargained for. Terry was straddling Monica and titty fucking her. Monica just knew he would be back, so she advised Terry to do something to make his dad proud. Terry was loving it now. “That’s my boy!” From there Ben tossed the money on the bed and walked out. Game over, Terry growled, faking another nut. Their secret!
“I really am sorry, Monica. I didn’t know this would happen. I swear I won’t tell anyone at school.”
“No! You need to brag or your dad might find out. I’ll just say Ryan made me do you.”
“Really? I can? You’re so awesome. They won’t believe me though.”
“I’ll do something so they do buy it. I need to go; Ryan should be outside by now.”
“Okay! Can I get a hug?”
“Always!”
Standing together they embraced! Finding Martine’s dress Monica used it to clean up her face and chest. Walking out once Terry had his sweatpants up, they found Ben face-fucking his wife while his buddies tore up her holes. “Does this ... happen often?”
“First time, I think. Unless it happens away from home.” He let her out the front door. “Thanks, Monica.”
“Man up!”
She blew Terry a kiss and raced out to the street, leaving Terry to pump his fist out of triumph. He just lost his virginity to the hottest girl in school. Barely beating Ryan to the curb where he had just pulled up she did a sexy dance in his headlights. Frowning at her Ryan motioned her to get in. They needed to go back for more pizza so there was no time to waste. Monica left her bikini off until the very last second, enjoying the night air. Ryan didn’t ask questions. Shocking!
By the time they reached Vagiano’s, Monica had slipped into her bikini and put on a logo pressed Vagiano’s t-shirt, nametag and ballcap. Once ready and a shot of perfume to mask her manly enhanced scent she joined Ryan and newly arrived Shane Kinney in heading inside. Pies waiting Shane eyed Ryan and Monica before accepting four large pizzas and hot wings from waitress Fern Braddock.
Fern flirtatiously winked at Shane, but he really wasn’t all that interested in the busty blonde with a bit more backside than he liked. Nothing obese, just thick in certain areas. The girl was a recent hire who remembered the boys from high school. She had graduated two years ahead of them but kept an open mind. Blind as a bat without glasses didn’t help. Once Fern noticed Monica she bulged her telescopic eyes beneath the lens.
“I remember you. Monica, right! You always seemed shy and reserved. Look at you now.”
“That’s why they hired me. People like to look at me and I love to be looked at.” Model pose! Model pose! Model pose! “Hey, Fern!” Her name tag helped remind her of the girl’s name.
“Ron and Mario want to talk to you, Monica.” Secondary waitress Beatrice Cumming stopped on her way to the dining room with plates of spaghetti. “Where are your pants?”
“See for yourself.” Monica pointed at the dining room. It hadn’t occurred to either girl but out of thirty people being served, only two were women. “Tongues are wagging.” Sure enough, every guy in the parlor was panting. It sure wasn’t over any food. Fluttering her fingers at the attendees Monica turned and hiked her shirt hem up over her bikini bottoms. “You better take them extra napkins and get a mop bucket ready.” Shaking her booty, Monica left the workers speechless and charged right into the kitchen.
“Mario! Luigi! I hear you want to... “ She lifted the front of her t-shirt this time. Both brothers lowered their gaze to see her bikini bottoms. Eyes narrowing, they realized the embroidered Vagiano name disappearing beneath her triangular thigh gap. Pivoting she let them see the back half. “ ... see me.” That they did!
“Uh! Good work! Keep it up!” Ron stammered! Mario was less easily halted in his tracks.
“Did we okay that uniform?”
“I can take it off and just wear the shirt.” She untied her left hip and let the strings dangle, her patch drooping to show off her silky-smooth bikini area. No pussy, but mighty close. Even Vince was stunned by her actions.
“Tie that up. Answer that phone.” Mario pointed! “Take the order and write it down.” Pad by the delivery window Monica barely laced her bottoms and turned to pick up the phone.