More Than Just a Tip

Tonight was a typical Friday night at the shop, orders pouring in left and right, some of them large and some of them small. Most of them didn't tip much, which was always a downer. Working as a driver was tough, the basic pay wasn't something that covered running up the miles on my ride, not to mention the price of gas wasn't getting lower. So the moment I saw the notification pop up for an online order under the name of Hanna Taylor, I knew my best customer would treat me right, she always did.

Just to go the extra mile, I made sure to be the one to work on her order. I knew all of her special instructions by heart. She liked light sauce, extra cheese, and lots of meat. So I lorded over her pizzas, making sure each bite would have everything she loved. I had been doing this for a long while, ever since I had been the one to deliver her an order a few months back. She ate a lot of our stuff, and I was all about keeping the pretty girl real happy with our services. It also helped that I might've had a thing for her too.

Once everything was packed up I was ready to go, I busied with rushing because I wanted it to be hot out the oven for Hanna. I also wanted to be able to spend a moment or two with her, so the sooner I got there, the longer I could stay and chat. It would be a great end to my shift, seeing as she was one of the last customers of the night.

When I pulled up I could see the lights were on at her apartment, and instantly my nerves were running high. Now I know that I looked like a big dumb jock, which is pretty on the money, I played football in college so I was built like a truck, and I worked out all the time. So most people assumed the kind of girls I liked were fit ones, or those thin as a damn rail. In all honesty, I had never really been into them. My first crush was on a friend growing up, and she wasn't a twig by any means. I loved the idea of someone soft against my hard body, and I loved the idea of feeding that someone.

As I got out and walked up, I couldn't help but smile knowing that I would see a pretty face who was drop dead gorgeous to me. It was a shame she had a boyfriend, but I respected boundaries, kept my flirting to the playful and harmless kind, which I think she returned. Still, even without the romantic aspect of it all, Hanna was perfect, and I just loved chatting about things, even if it was a small moment stolen on her doorstep.

You can imagine my surprise when the door opened even before I knocked, and there stood the girl of my fantasies in just lingerie and a robe, which was only tied loosely about her plump body. She was full figured and curvy in all the best places. I have to admit, seeing her like that had me more than a little excited. All I could do was smile wide at her while I held her food in my arms, waiting for her to take it with that same enthusiasm I was used to seeing.

"I was hoping they would send you, it's been a while." Her tone was soft and teasing, that playful smirk that always killed me tugged at the corner of her lips, and my mind checked out into another world. One where I watched her mouth do some delicious and wicked things. I had to swallow a lump in my throat and ignore the one forming in my jeans.

Pulling out the receipts she needed to sign and hand back, I made sure to linger a little when our hands touched. "I had to make sure your food got here quick, and that my favorite customer was properly satisfied." Maybe I was laying it on thick, but you really can't blame me for it. While she was busy with the pen and paper, I was getting her large order out of the thermal bag. "You need me to bring it in for you again?"

She nodded and smiled at me as she ushered me into the apartment, giving room so I could pass with all the food. "You won't be mad if I can't afford the typical tip I give you, right?" When she asked the question I shook my head, turning around to face her just as I realized she was closing the door behind me.

My brows furrowed only slightly, but I made sure to answer her. "I think I'm happy enough with getting to see a pretty face like yours at the end of my night." She was stunning, and I wasn't going to pass on the chance to compliment her, especially if she was giving me some pretty heavy signs that it was on the level.

"Maybe I can make up for the lack of monetary praise, and provide a different kind." The way she moved, those curves, her voice, it all just left me speechless for a moment or two. Once I got my wits back you can bet I wasn't going to pass up this chance, not if she was offering what I was pretty damn sure that she was putting on the table. "Unless you're eager to get off work sooner than later."

I couldn't help it, my jaw dropped in awe of this moment because it was like one of my dreams come true. This never happened, at least not with someone I had a real attraction towards. I had nearly forgotten about the food when I realized that I was still on the clock, and there was hot pizza waiting to be devoured. That's when I got the idea for what came out of my mouth next. "Only if I can feed you some of my hard work before I get off." It was a silly line, sure, but I knew how much she liked extra cheese.

"I think I can handle that." It was then that her smile changed into something devious but still adorable. "Maybe we can make this a habit, I order and you deliver in more ways than one." That got a chuckle out of me, but it was fleeting as the distance between us closed.

With her hands on my chest, I looked down at Hanna and paused, wanting to remember this moment. Then I was broken from my trance by a kiss, one of her hands pulling me closer to her level. So I let my own hands move to find her figure, and as soon as I did a couldn't help but groan softly against her lips. "You're so fucking beautiful." The words were out before I could think about what I was saying.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and a big smile, stealing one quick kiss before questioning me ever so softly. "Enough for you to ask me on a date?"

I realized that this was her letting me know that I could do what I had wanted to do for a month or so. "As long as you don't mind that I might have to make it a regular thing." This time I offered her a smirk of my own, all nerves about being alone with the woman of my dreams faded into a euphoric haze. If this was a dream I didn't want to wake up.

"I'd really like that, so long as you don't mind feeding me on our dates." Those words combined with the weight of her pressed against me, I was in heaven. All I could do was nod my head eagerly and bend down for another kiss, this time more passionate than playful and sweet.

When that kiss finished breathlessly, I cupped her face and whispered into her ear. "I think we need to fill you up before it gets too cold." Then I leaned over and opened the top box, grabbing one of bigger slices, meat overflowing and cheese pulling into long strands as I did so. "Open wide for me, princess." This made her smile before her pretty painted lips parted, and I slid the pizza in slowly, watching every moment intently.

The sounds she made while I fed her were amazing. Soft moans, and distinct whimpers of pleasure. By the time she was done with her fifth piece, the tension in my pants was very clear. While I started to feed her the sixth portion, her hands were undoing my jeans to reach in to start lightly stroking me. It was one of the most erotic moments in my life, topped only with what happened next.

Once I had fed her that last slice, Hanna didn't allow me to get my hands on another one. No, she had other plans it seemed, and I wasn't going to get in the way of what she wanted. When she dropped to her knees I just watched, jaw tight with how hard I was clenching it, enjoying the way her mouth eagerly started to explore me.

Slowly at first, her tongue lapped at the underside of my length, helping it to get even harder than it had been only moments before. Then she took the head of my cock into her mouth, that lovely mouth I had thought about too many times, and forced every inch she could skillfully into her throat. By then one of my hands was gripping at the counter behind me, while the other one tangled in her hair. I didn't force her to work harder, but it seemed to make her work more fervently.

All I could do was moan and look down at that fat jiggle and sway with her movements. It didn't take me long to grow frustrated. Her mouth was amazing, but there was something I craved more.

Carefully I took a firm hold of her hair and coaxed her to stop what she was doing, my cock protesting almost as much as she did. "I want you on top of me." The words were heavy, and there was no way for her to mistake the desire in them. Before she could even attempt to push up off the floor, I was helping her up and pulling her towards the couch.

The plushness of it was exactly what I wanted, something to ease the weight that her knees would have to hold. With my boxers down around my ankles, I sank into the sofa, pulling her closer and urging her to straddle my lap. One of my hands kept my cock in place as she settled slowly. I could feel how wet she was as the head slipped between her soft lips, rolling against her eager slit. As she pushed down further, both of us gasped as she worked to take the girth of me, as well as the length.

When I realized that she was trying to keep some of her weight off me, I brought my hands up and gripped at whatever flesh I could, the feeling of the warm folds was even more of a turn on. "Don't be scared, I'm a big boy, I can take it." As I spoke I made sure to clarify with an example. As the full weight of her lowered my cock was forced as deep as it could go, making her moan loud, and it caused me to give a low growl of satisfaction.

Using my strong arms and the force of my hips, I made sure that each thrust bounced her up a little; which was delightful to watch, her heavy rolls and supple breasts jiggling with each movement. Every time she whimpered for me and I just smirked with pride. The full weight of her pressing down on me left me breathless in the best of ways, and with each buck of my hips, I brought Hanna closer and closer to the edge, until there was nothing left but to climax.

All the while my hands were playing along her body, adoringly fondling the fat, enjoying the warmth of it and the way it moved as I worked hard for her. I aimed to make her come again before I was finished.

Tight walls around me, her body on top of mine, the sound of our bodies colliding with the effort, it was all perfect. Shortly after she came once more, I couldn't help but follow as well. The length of my cock inside her throbbed against the hold her body had on me, almost as if she was trying to pull every last drop from me. I was more than happy to give her all that she wanted and more.

With a satisfied whimper against my ear, she kissed down my neck and I could feel her body shudder with a soft laughter. Then she leaned in and whispered to me. "I hope that was a better tip than your usual one."