This story is completely fictional and the product of an overactive erotic mind. While it may be fantasy some parts of the story are based on real events. I leave it to the reader to separate the fantasy from reality.



“Holy shit”, I muttered.
‘”Fucking hell!”
I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me! I stood glued to the spot, afraid to
breathe. I was standing in the lounge of one of my customers. I must have had a dumb and dumber expression on my face. My mouth hung open and my jeans strained at the crotch.

Let me start from the beginning. My name is Jack. I am 1.9 meters tall with darkly tanned skin. I have brown hair which I crop very short to the scalp and have brown eyes. I am 42 years old, single and I am the proud owner of a very busy pizzeria in the heart of the bustling Cape Town waterfront.

The business is an eatery but also does home deliveries. It was 1 am Sunday morning and a month-end weekend. We had been busy as hell and as usual if anything could go wrong, it invariably did. That night, Sam our regular delivery guy, had a motor vehicle breakdown towards the end of his round. Luckily, he was almost finished but for one large seafood. While Sam called the break down to tow in his vehicle, I told him that I would take care of his last drop.

Truth was I was exhausted and welcomed the chance to take in the fresh air. I ordered a fresh seafood from the kitchen staff (the last one for the day) and as soon as it was done, asked Jenny my manager to lock up and took the pleasant drive on my Harley to the customer.

Anni was a regular at the pizzeria and would normally have a friend or two with her when she visited my eatery. She would often call for home deliveries as well. She was well-liked by the waiters as she was always friendly and a good tipper. As owner of the little pizzeria, I take pride in getting to know most of my regular customers. Anni was no exception.

She was about 29 or so year’s old, of average height with sparkling green eyes and dark brown hair that hangs around a cute face. In my business, skinny women made bad customers. Not that Anni was fat but she did have curves in all the right places. She was not big in the breast department either which is always a pleasure for me. Women with smaller breasts would often wear no bra and this I always found very appealing.

Anni was the creative director for an advertising agency based on the waterfront. She was not married and did not seem to have a regular boyfriend, although she did come in once in a while with male friends. Most often, she would be with female friends when visiting the eatery. When she did have male company, it would always be clear that they ate out of her hand. Women who have high career and corporate ambitions often made poor girlfriends or wives. It seemed that Anni fit that profile but in her case, while she was very successful at her work, she did not fall in the trap of flaunting her wealth.

I knocked on Michelle’s door. I could hear music coming from inside.
“Party’s still going strong. I wonder if anyone can hear me knocking.”
I knocked loader and immediately regretted doing so.
“Shit I’ll wake the neighbours.”
The last thing I need now is a shouting match with the neighbours. It had been a long day and I needed to get in a shower. I tried the door knob and it turned, opening the door.


Whenever Michelle walked into the pizza shop I always loved looking her over. She had a uncanny resemblance to my school-girl sweetheart Hilary. Hilary had a great body; about 5`5 and slightly plumpish but not fat. She was never a fashion model but filled a bikini in a way that would draw appreciative looks. She had a friendly personality and everyone liked her at school. I had the hots for Hilary. She had, similar to Michelle, a pear shaped face adorned with brown hair that framed her face. Her face broke easily and often into a smile that lit up her green eyes. But the most adorable feature was her nose- slightly high and round. Sadly we parted ways when I moved overseas to continue my studies after high school.

But standing in Michelle` s living room that fateful Sunday morning, any resemblance between Michelle and Hilary had become inconsequential. Michelle, naked in her pale glory and in the soft glow of two red colored wall lamps, was on her back sunk in the couch, feet firmly planted on the shoulders of a female friend who was eating her pussy her like it was the supper! Her soft moans and the music from the CD all but obliterated everything else in the world. I took me a while but I soon recognized Michelle` s friend. Her name was Tania and she would often eat with Michelle at the pizzeria.

Tania was about 4 years older- in the late thirties- than Michelle and had large breasts that she always highlighted in her dress code. She had light brown hair cut short around the neck and had an attractive mature face. Tania certainly knew what buttons to press as she licked and flicked at Michelle` s pussy lips and clit. This drove Michelle wild. She lifted her ass off the couch to encourage Tania to use her tongue deep in her. Michelle played with her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Her moans of ecstasy were turning me on and my boner was as hard as nails. Tania slipped two finger in Anni` s wet pussy and pumped while she lapped at her puffy pussy lips and swollen clit.