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"Natalie & the Pizza Delivery" from the Natalie Porn Dream Collection

Natalie was hungry. Unfortunately neither the quickly chopped up cobb salad nor yesterday’s chicken drumstick could satisfy her untamed appetite. Natalie wanted pizza. Could it be the crispy crusting? Maybe it was the sauce, or the cheese. Or maybe, smiled Natalie, it was the playful eyes of the cashier, who was always happy to welcome Natalie to the store. Well, whatever it is, the combination of all the aforementioned thoughts makes a great treat, pondered Natalie. “Got to wear something sexy,” she thought as she earnestly searched through her extensive wardrobe of male enticement. A tight white spandex blouse revealing her beautiful waistline and gorgeous round-shaped breasts would do the trick. She smiled to herself. “Can’t wait to see him.”

Natalie walked into the pizzeria. Carlos, short Mexican kid working dough, saw her first. He smiled, turned to the crew and blurted something to the rest of the crew. Attention was instantaneous and a bit stronger than what Natalie expected. Smiles of admiration followed her every step and tenacious hellos dropped from every member of the cooking crew. Natalie was beautiful. In the white tight blouse emphasizing her bronze tan and magnificent shape, she was enchanting. Anthony, could not help staring at her. “Hi, Tony,” Natalie said approaching him at the counter, “I would like the usual please.” “Hi. Mushrooms, peppers, onions and broccoli.” Anthony confirmed. “Yep,” Natalie answered overextending the “p” sound in her answer. She looked at him intently and he froze, drowning in her captivating eyes. “He is such a sweet fool,” thought Natalie, smiling at him. Anthony smiled back, still a bit unable to rescue himself from her intense gaze. He wasn’t bad looking himself; actually girls were always attracted to him, for his sad light brown eyes and red cheeks, not to mention a tall and slender body. But in front of Natalie, the pizzeria owner’s son, felt small, inadequate and insecure, unable to think and act normal. He just kept smiling and walking around the counter, trying to appear busy and with so much to do. Natalie studied his nervous body language and it gave her immense pleasure to see him so apprehensive around her. “Tony,” she called him. “Yes?” The boy appeared instantaneously in front of her. “Do you deliver?” “Of course we do, ma’am.” Natalie looked at him flirtatiously and lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. “No. I meant, do YOU make deliveries? You. Not Peter or Jose. You.”

Her voice rang in his ears over and over with the strong and imposing “you” landing on his mind. “Why do you ask?” He asked already knowing the answer but wanting Natalie to take him there. “Because I wanted you to make the delivery.” She said looking at him plainly. “I don’t trust Peter or Jose with my pizza.”

Anthony was confused. “Was she hitting on me? Or is she just really particular about her pizza? Or is she making fun of me?” His confusion was feeding Natalie’s appetite for adventure. Anthony decided to keep it straight and not fall into any traps should the girl be setting up for him. “Yes. I can deliver. Here are the store hours. If you call, just ask for me and we will go from there. Ok?” As he asked her, he quickly turned around, put a newly made pie into the oven, wiped his small cooking area, rang up her order, answered the phone and went on in the back to tend to some other “important” activities. In a few minutes, he returned, just as serious and quiet, took out a slice of her pizza from the oven and casually put it on a paper plate for her. “Stay-or-to-go?” “Oh staying but of course,” Natalie said waving at him playfully. She picked up her slice and sat down close to the counter. “Why is she always doing this to me?” he thought in anger. “Who the fuck does she think she is?” Anthony was getting angry by the minute. He hated losing control of his words and actions each time she came. Her presence drove him mad. “Deliveries!” he thought to himself, “is she making fun of me? Or is this her idea of fun? Oh, but what would she want with me? She is too hot to be really interested.” The last thought made him sad. He wiped his area for the tenth time and retired to the back. Natalie waited for him to reappear but he never did. So the girl ate her slice of pizza in thoughtfulness, picked up pizzeria’s menu and business card and left.

The next weekend, Natalie was home alone. She cleaned up the apartment, read the newspaper, and baked ziti a la Vodka sauce. The stereo was playing “The World is Mine” and Natalie could not help feeling the same. Her mood was playful and ready for adventure. She opened a bottle of Romanée Conti, her cherished possession she has brought from France, a gift from an old and very rich friend. “This wine will be savored to the drop.” Natalie said outloud. “I just need a good company to fully relish its taste.” Natalie smiled. Anthony. She ran to her purse, took out the card and quickly dialed the number. Somewhere between dialing the last digit and the phone ringing, Natalie wondered if she was making a mistake. Nervousness preoccupied her and she decided to hang up. “It is just going to be a part of my fantasy; nothing more.” She said to herself. She picked up a finger to shut off the phone and suddenly heard a distant voice in the phone. Hesitant, she listened to Carlos repeat several times “Johnny’s Pizza, can I help you. Hello, Johnny’s Pizza. Can I help you?” Natalie hung up the phone and called her girl-friend instead. Susan wasn’t available and Natalie was back to feeling adventurous but lonely. She went around the house in search of something to do to take her mind off of her urge to see Anthony. However, nothing helped. Neither her book collection nor music, nor TV, nor internet could not make her forget his sad gorgeous eyes, his hot red cheeks, his strong big hands and tall slender body. She wanted him. Natalie dialed the number again. “Ah, whatever happens…” This time it was Anthony’s voice. Soft, kind, gentle voice, almost a whisper. “Even his voice is sexy,” Natalie thought. “Hi Tony. Do you know who this is?” “Natalie?” An answer came almost instantly. Natalie felt excitement overcome her entire body. “Yes.”

“How are you?” came back his response. It was a real question asked with real care. “I am fine. Thank you. Yourself?”

“Well, you know how it is. Busy here. What can I do you for?” He asked trying to sound busy yet friendly.

“I would like to order my regular for delivery. Can you deliver?”

There was silence that lasted for a long time. Natalie stopped breathing. Finally, she heard the word she has wanted to hear more than anything else: “Yes.” It was said quietly, softly, with passion and so much meaning, Natalie knew she wasn’t making a mistake. “Your address?” “544 Park Avenue. The doorman will show you in. Just give my name.”

“See you in twenty.”

“Can’t wait. Don’t get lost on the way, I am very hungry.”

“I am sure you are.”

“Ciao.”

“Ciao.”

In less than twenty minutes, Natalie’s door bell rang and she shouted: “It’s open.” Anthony walked in to the apartment, immediately becoming overwhelmed by the lavishness of the place. It was a huge loft with artistic canopy design ceilings, arcs and roman columns. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows revealed panoramic views of sunset in Manhattan. Warm colors of the interior welcomed and pacified, being further enhanced by the myriad candles romancing the room. “And here I am.” Natalie said coming out of the shower covered with nothing but a thin silk kimono. Anthony stopped cold staring at her body. The kimono wasn’t appropriately tied at the belt and he could not help seeing a blond bush when Natalie walked by. Anthony got hard. Natalie saw a change in his pants and lowered her eyes to that part of his body. They now stood one foot from each other, audaciously undressing each other with their eyes and locking them onto a largely physical connection without as much as a word being uttered between them. His eyes working their way up and down her body made her feel naked and the sensation sent chills along her breasts and lower abdomen. Overwhelming energy began to rise up in her chest paralyzing her ability to move, think or breathe. He continued to stare. Natalie’s back tensed and she began to feel short pleasurable spasms in her buttocks. “Pizza delivery,” he thought. “Indeed very clever.” Anthony looked in Natalie’s sexy grey eyes and measured the vigor of her urge. Her eyes eloquently described the peak of her sensation and Anthony’s eyes were equally as descriptive. Natalie read very well what he had wanted to do with her. Both were reaching an orgasm without a single touch or spoken word. Natalie felt her wetness and that further excited her.

For about a minute that lasted a life time, Anthony caressed an excited imagination of all the things he could have done to her had this been a dream. But the reality of it made him tremble in uncertainty of too many possibilities. What if he got it all wrong? What if she did not want him at all and the culprit of this entire drama was a simple wardrobe malfunction due to a faulty button on her kimono. And even if it wasn’t, what if whatever he could have done to do to her would possibly freak her out. What if she would not like him? What if she was too good and he wasn’t enough?

His head began to spin and he started to feel the same way she always made him feel – helpless and dumb. Suddenly as though feeling his fears through a connecting tube of emotions, Natalie moved her arm, shaping it into a triangle and resting her palm on her hip, so that her promiscuous kimono had moved completely out of sight revealing the unparalleled beauty of her exotic long legs connecting in the oasis of her femininity. Anthony could no longer think straight. Suddenly uncertainty vanished in an instant, being replaced by a strong and undeniable male instinct of selfish and instant gratification. He no longer feared her. Whether she will like it or not, mattered no more. The only thing that mattered was that he had to be back at the pizzeria in twenty minutes and he wasn’t leaving without scoring.

“Take off your clothes.” He commanded with an ordering tone. Natalie did not have to be asked twice. Her kimono instantly dropped to the floor. “Nice,” said Anthony without a smile, staring her down, making love to her with his eyes only. Moving his eyes from her feet up her long slender legs and stopping to take a longer look at her soft blond tiny line above her lower pink lips, he owned her body without as much as laying a finger on her. Anthony smiled at her beautiful round breasts, making a mental note of the fact that their pink nipples were forming into small perky raisins. She was either cold or too excited, he thought, marking a victory in his own right. Natalie started to feel uncomfortable. It was over a minute now and all he was doing was examining her. Is he not happy with the way she looks, she started to panic. Am I not beautiful enough for him? And just when she could no longer tolerate this audacious power struggle, he ordered: “now turn around.” She quickly obeyed. Standing with her back to him, Natalie got even more uncomfortable, though the feeling of uncertainty quickly subsided under a sudden overwhelming gush of excitement as she felt even more naked, less in control and more unaware what was to come next. “Get on your knees.” He ordered her again. Natalie dropped down to her knees, and began to spasm all over as she felt him put a blindfold on her. “What is it?” she asked, wondering if it was the belt from her kimono which she feared would be spotted by her mascara. “Don’t you fucking worry.” Anthony answered rudely. “Now spread those legs.” She complied, although a bit upset with his tone. She started to wonder if she was making a mistake. What did she really know about him? What if he would cross the thin line of fantasy role playing and actual taking what was not rightfully his to take. What if he would be too rough? Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tickle coming from her lower lips, which felt like a tongue. Immediately following that, she felt a strong fat finger enter her vagina, and yet another finger entering her asshole, while simultaneously feeling his virtuoso tongue greedily devouring her clit in a wild dance of left and right and up and down. Natalie exhaled the built up emotion in a sweet moan that made Anthony even more excited. He stopped what he was doing, picked her up and laid himself underneath her, so that his face was buried in her bush. Both of his fingers were still hard at fingering, with his movements becoming harder and more ruthless. Natalie started to moan louder, feeling an immense excitement building within the bottom, where Anthony was pounding her with his tongue and fingers. He placed two fingers into both of her openings and continued pleasuring her with his tongue. Suddenly feeling her wetness, he picked her up again, thrust her aside and before she could even think what was happening he was inside her. It happened so fast, she sighed and instinctively opened her mouth but feeling the girth and length of his manliness, released a long and loud moan. The moan did wonders. Anthony turned her around, placed her with her back to the floor and entered her again. Natalie shrieked again, trembling with her entire body. Anthony took his penis out of her completely and looked at her, studying and again marking his victory over her. She took off the blindfold and looked at him, begging. Reading her face, he teased her for a little while and entered her again, coming out of her completely yet again. He looked down at her bush. He could see her pink lips anxiously awaiting his return, he could feel the aroma of her sweet wetness begging him to come back and fill up every inch of her, he could almost feel her pussy breathing in wicked anticipation of his next movement. “Please don’t tease me” Natalie breathed out in a weak voice, “I want you so badly!”

Anthony forced himself not to obey her. “I want you to say, please baby.”

Natalie lowered her voice to a whisper. “Please baby!” she said with a pleading look. “Please!” she repeated. Anthony put his hands on both sides of her legs, spreading them apart further. He looked at her hole, dripping from anticipation and placed his cock on her clitoris. His heat was torturing. Natalie started to move her body to envelope his cock into her, but Anthony remained unyielding. He took his cock into his hand and began to move it up and down her lips. Her pussy was getting wet and hot. “Please baby,” Natalie begged, “Please!”

“Please what?” asked Anthony, knowing full well what she was dying for but wanting to hear it from her lips. “Please fuck me!” Natalie begged. “Put your cock into my pussy and fuck me.”

Anthony moved his hand slightly down and suddenly both he and Natalie felt an overbearing cloud of ecstasy in their bodies. He was inside. Firm, hard and slow, he began to move in and out of her. Natalie smiled and rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling. “Yes baby.” She said. “Just like that. Please don’t stop.”

Anthony moved a couple of more times and suddenly rolled down from her pussy into the opening of her next hole. He looked into her eyes as he gently expanded her asshole. Natalie couldn’t think straight and rolled her eyes again, exploding in a myriad of orgasmic sensations. Suddenly he was half way inside and the second she began to feel unparalleled pleasure, he moved out of her ass into her pussy. That created a new feeling: a happiness in one place and a sadness in the other. While her pussy was happy to welcome him home, her asshole was left abandoned and craved him back. Anthony, as though responding to the needs of her body, moved out of one and into the other. Again, like on the battle field, where there is a winner, there is a loser, and her vagina began to spasm uncontrollably, begging for his return. “Please fuck me! Please my pussy is begging you.” Natalie moaned. And the second he obeyed, she begged again: “Please fuck me in my asshole! Please! Now!” Anthony ignored her and continued to pound her hard into her pussy until she begged him by screaming. He put his finger into her mouth, ordering her to be quiet and squeezed her vivacious pink perky little raisin. Natalie began to convulse underneath him in hot anticipation. He took out his hard, long dick and stuck it hard into her asshole. The opening was very welcoming and began to spasm all around him. Anthony began to fuck her hard. Natalie placed her middle finger on her clit and massaged it, stimulating her orgasm. And then in one instant, all three, highly satisfied points of her body jumped up in a complete unison and she felt enormous relief from every cell of her organism. She came vigorously and loudly. Seeing her convulse, rolling her eyes and puffing up her lips, Anthony reached his peak. He suddenly rushed to her face and forced himself into Natalie’s mouth. And the second she wrapped him around her beautiful lips, Anthony’s cock exploded in a lava of escaping joy. He came loud and hard, moaning and shivering from an unexpected and surprising outcome of pizza delivery.


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