The pizza slut

It was truly a glorious day in the Sir Angus Wilson household. It was the first time the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Isabella E. O. Wilson would be left home alone for the night. Isabella's mother needed to jaunt to the neighbor Town for work and would stay the night there. It had taken Isabella a workweek to convince her mom, but after many farsighted conflict, she finally had."Mom, I can do it, I don't need a babe baby-sitter. please"She begged until her mother, with a get the better of voice, gave in."I will be home tomorrow morning. there will be food for thought in the fridge, do NOT answer the door for anyone early than me. If something happens, or you need anything, call Mr. Carl Rogers. I've told him you're going to be alone. I love you."She said as she walked out the door.

Isabella I would never call her Mr. rogers, their next-door neighbor. She thought he was sort of creepy. And besides, she had other architectural plan. Just the same as any teen would do when their adults were out of town, the maiden thing she did was clamber up the stairs, straight to her mom's elbow room. The succeeding thing she did was head to her mother 's outsize closet. She went through the single-foot of dress, most of which were several sizing too great for her.

Isabella tried on some oversized bandeau. She was eagerly awaiting the day when her breasts grew to the size of her mom's. She saw the way men looked at her mom, and she wanted that kind of attention. She settled on wearing a skimpy footling nightgown. It looked huge on her, but she didn't idea, she liked its softness. Heading to the bedside pants, she rummaged through them. Jackpot, she thought while holding up her prize. A credit identity card. Perfect.

She ran down the starts as fast as she could, straight to the house phone. Picking it up she walked to the electric refrigerator. She dialed the number written on a slight xanthous sticky bank bill for"ding pizza"The dial feel rang until a raspy voice picked up."nick pizza, menage of the duple high mallow stuffed encrustation. What can we get you ?"She requested a large pepperoni pizza pie."Ok would you like to pay now or at the prison term of pitch ?"Her mom thought her to never evidence a alien your cite card bit, especially over the telephone set. With that on her psyche, she chose livery"Ok, feed me your address and it will be there in 20 minutes."She happily complied. Thinking nothing ill could amount out of it.

Queen Isabella eagerly waited for her treat to arrive. She had big plans for the nighttime. Watching old movies and eating as often pizza and ice-cream as she possibly could. What more could she want in life ? A ragged looking station beach wagon pulled into her drive. The car room access opened and tall man that looked like he had forgotten to shave climbed out, carrying with him large satchel. Isabella knew her pizza pie lied Within. He strode up to the driveway and echo the bell. Isabella the Catholic was set and swung the doorway undecided wide of the mark. Without looking up at her he asked for the $ 12.69 the pizza would cost. Isabella held out her wit, or rather or mothers. The man took it and swiped on his hand-held visiting card reader. While it was proccing he took his first good smell at her.

"So are you home alone this evening or what ?"

Queen Isabella was bubbling with pride. pridefulness that she had been trusted by her mother enough to agree down the fort. With that pride, she gladly told him that yes, she indeed home alone.

"Big home all to yourself. So, you're sure your mom 's not coming home tonight, then right ?"

He probed. Queen Isabella thought it was an odd thing to ask, but figured he was just making small talk. She confirmed again that she was alone all night.

"wellspring, your card has been declined. It says it was deactivated, do you have any other money to pay ?"

He said while taking a step into the threshold. Panic raised itself in Isabella's chest. She didn't know credit entry cards could be deactivated. She felt crying fare to her eyes, she tried to hold them back but failed. She confessed to the man that this was the first fourth dimension she had ever been left place alone and that she didn't have any other money. Between tears, she apologized to him and told him he could accept the pizza pie away. Unfortunately for her, he had other plans.

"It's ok, maybe there's some other way you can pay for it."He said while walking in. he closed the room access, locking it behind him."I don't know what you mean I don-"

She was cut off as he quickly grabbed her forcing her to her knees. He took his limp pecker out of his fly then he used both deal to coerce out-of-doors her mouthpiece and put it in. He was not soft for long. She was pinned between him and the wall to her back. She felt him slide in and out of her mouth. Frustrated she was n't taking it all, he slapped her straits and put all his force into his rosehip. Pushing himself down her throat. She gaged. She felt like she needed to thrust up, but his dick kept forcing it back down. He pulled out, and she vomited her stomach contents.

He began to take his trouser the rest of the way off. Seeing that she thought she saw a opportunity to fly the coop. She crawled to the stairs on all quartet. With his pants still at his ankles, he caught her. He clamped her hands together, pinning them to the stairs. He ripped her nightgown off with his other, revealing her garden pink puss. He licked it once before forcing his rock-hard cock into her twat. Using his former hand, he pushed her face into the carpet lining the steps. She was pinned to the stair as he pounded away, he went cryptic than she thought was possible. she felt a deep pain with every jabbing. He got off his genu and stood. He pulled on her ass up, raising it heights. Balancing on one foot he pushed the other one against her face, grinding it into the ground. With his men now unfreeze, he slapped her bottom every time he went in and out of her hole. After what felt like a lifetime he pulled out and stood up. Tears streaked her expression. She hoped he was done, but she would not be that lucky.

He grabbed her long hair and pulled her up the stairs, once in the entrance hall he forcefully flipped her onto her back and mounted her. He stuck his glossa into her mouth as he raped her hole. His mitt found their way to her small-scale breasts. They fit into his hands with relaxation, he squeezed them hard while thrusting his hips. Isabelle wanted to die as his fingernails impaled her physical body, they were among former thing that were penetrating her human body. Minutes rolled by, but to Queen Isabella, it felt alike hours. Finally, He pulled out and baffle it back into her mouth. She felt something hot and mucilaginous go down her opening. She gaged it up until it was covering her boldness. He stood up and kicked her in the hard in the tit. He told her that commodity adulteress should swallow. He left her lying there, cum covered and crying. He walked downstairs and began eating the pizza he had bought. She just laid there, regretting all her decisions that lead to this tip. Regretting her life-time as a whole. She hadn't even been treated as a homo, no to him, she was nil Thomas More than a fuck hole.

•As with all grownup sensitive, you can pretend the theatrical role are whatever age you wish, but in this story ALL of them are over 18. with no exceptions.

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