Warm Like a Hot Pizza Pie

It was a late evening, and the sun set over the city. Charlie entered the pizzeria for hopefully the last time today. After a long day of delivering pizzas to all the corners of the city, Charlie was glad the day was ending. He closed the door and locked it, letting out an exhausting sigh as he turned the sign to 'closed.' He wiped the sweat from his brow as he gazed at the empty and silent pizzeria, and only the low hum from the ovens could be heard.

Amara remained in the kitchen, kneading some dough to freeze for tomorrow. She was the pizzeria's cook, baking the most delicious margheritas the human mouth could taste. She loved doing her job, always enjoying seeing the young and old smile over her pizza. But even she was tired after such a long, exhausting day at work. She stretched her arms far up in the air and walked over to the counter, where she leaned over and looked at Charlie as he cleaned the tables.

She leaned over the counter, resting her elbows on it as she watched Charlie strolled around the tables. Her tanned skin gleamed underneath the fluorescent light, smudged by flour and oil. She leaned against her arm, a naughty grin growing on her face. Her thick thighs pressed against each other beneath her apron--and nothing else. She hadn't bothered with it during the sweaty summer weather, and now the thin cloth clung to her curves like a second skin. It was a little secret she kept from Charlie, she carried just for the thrill.

Charlie had remained after shifts for the past couple of weeks, hanging around to help with the cleaning after one of the cleaners left for another job. But luckily for Amara, the other cleaner was sick today.

Amara felt bored just standing and watching Charlie clean the tables. The same old routine, same grease stains and the same shitty tip-outs. She would scream if she didn't find a way to amuse herself soon.

"Have you locked up for tonight?" she called lazily.

Charlie turned around, his pink cheeks covered with freckles, flushed as always. "Y-yeah, it's closed." Charlie was short and witty, probably still shedding the last remnants of his teenage years. He had messy, long and blond hair, and long eyelashes that would put a female to shame.

A wicked smile grew as she cocked her hips against the counter. Her fingers idly toying with the strings of her apron. "Good boy."

"Uhm, Amara...?" Charlie's voice was shaky and uneven. "Are you not wearing any clothes?"

"Why do you wanna know?" She snickered scornfully, looking down on him at his red face. "Would you like to see?"

Charlie just stood in awe. "A-Amara, you know we can't do this here," he said with worry. This wasn't the first time Amara had done something like this.

Amara didn't seem to listen as she began to pull on one of the strings. She laughed as Charlie stared at her with wide eyes, licking her upper lip. "Are you hungry?" She asked, almost whispering. "Cause I have a special pizza for you."

She let her leg fall from the counter, turning around to face the furnaces. The strings, still loosely tied around her back, dangled between her bronzed cheeks. She swung her hips deliberately, Charlie unable to move his eyes away. He walked up to the counter, eager to take a closer look at her.

When Amara bent down to grab the pizza from the oven, she took her time to give Charlie a longer time to admire her behind. His eyes traced every inch of her exposed skin, a loud, uncontrollable sigh escaping his lips. He was so lost in the sight of her folds.

When Amara rose with the fresh pizza in her hand, the apron ties, which had been barely secured in the first place, loosened with a soft snap, and the apron fell to the ground. She turned around with a wide grin, with the pizza in her hands. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Looks like it fell off," She acted as if it were an accident, but the way she stood there made it feel far from unintentional.

Now her lustrous curves were completely exposed for Charlie to stare at. Her golden and round breasts looked like two perfect mountains, a sight that left Charlie breathless. The sweat from her body ran between her breasts like a river, glowing bright from the pizzeria's light, travelling further down through her thin sides and to her round hips.

She then placed the pizza on the counter. A deep-dish monstrosity loaded with cheese and meat. "Hope you like it," she said, presenting the delicious pizza to him. Charlie just stood there in the middle of the pizzeria and gazed with awe, a stunning, golden-brown-skinned woman, grinning at him with a golden brown pizza in front of her, loaded with the most delicious cheese.

But before Charlie did anything, Amara walked around the counter, still with her grin across her face. Her feet stuck to the sticky floor, curling her toes with every heavy step. She swayed her arms and hips in theatrical slowness, striding towards the front of the counter where the pizza stood, still smoking from the heat.

"Hope you're hungry, I have made this one extra special," Amara said before straddling over the pizza and sitting down, right in the centre of it, hard enough for the sauce and toppings to ooze out around her thighs.

She hissed through her teeth from the warm sensation, burning hot, sloppy and filthy in the best way possible. She wiggled her hips deliberately, grinding her butt cheeks into the pizza, smearing the sauce up her legs and letting the cheese cling to the folds around her ass. She opened her legs, smearing the cheese and sauce over her, then revealing what she hides between them. Some of the cheese was clinging to her inner thighs.

Charlie stood there in shock as Amara was playing with the food. Charlie's shaft was straining against the fabric of his pants. His chest tightened, every breath quicker and quicker. Despite trying to refrain from looking, he was too tempted.

She bent down and tore off a big piece of the pizza and lifted it up above her head. She stuck her tongue out to catch all the grease dripping down from the big slice, but all of it fell on her, splatting over her naked chest. She took a big bite of it, tearing off the hanging cheese. When she noticed all the grease that she had spilled over her chest, she simply wiped it with her hand, only smearing it all over. "Oops," she said as she continued to smear it around her sun-kissed breasts like a slob. She swallowed the pizza that she had in her mouth, letting the remaining slice slip out of her hand and land face down on her rather round, but skinny stomach.

"Ugh, I feel so greasy and messy," she moaned as she continued to rub the greasy golden oil on her body. Her hand moved down, grabbing the pizza slice and sliding it down over her privates. She stared deeply into Charlie's eyes as she began to pleasure herself with the pizza. She licked her lips, tasting the remaining strings of cheese that hung from her lips.

"You're gonna just stand there and drool?" she taunted him, dragging her two sauce-slick fingers from her vagina, some strands of her vaginal juices hanging from her fingers. "Or are you gonna come clean your dinner plate?"

"W-we can't do this here, Amara," he said with a shaking voice.

"Come on, my sweet boy, don't be such a mood killer," She snickered as she grinned. "I know you love this."

Charlie swallowed hard, stumbling forward and slowly approaching the counter where Amara sat.

"That's right," she whispered, spreading her legs wider. "Get nice and close."

He obeyed her words, his mouth meeting the mess that she had made on the plate without hesitation. His lips met her thighs, licking off the cheese that she had spread over her greasy skin. She gasped for air as his slimy tongue ran across her inner thighs, licking up every spot of sauce on her legs. Slowly but steadily, his tongue made its way closer to her privates, both of them eager for the sensation that was about to happen.

Amara gasped for air at the first touch of his tongue, his lips meeting hers in a warm and sweaty embrace. His tongue flicked her clitoris, making her body shiver, letting out a satisfied moan.

Amara tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him deeper into her temple, starting to grind against his mouth, using him shamelessly. "Slow, Charlie," she said, almost out of breath, tugging his hair lightly. "This isn't a takeout order." She continued mockingly.

He moaned between breaths, his tongue growing more restless as he lapped and sucked every drop from her body. Amara let her head fall back, her chest beating with power as Charlie's tongue went deeper into her. The greasy heat, the saucy mess, just the total obscenity of it all was suffocating.

When she finally came, she held his face tightly against her, gushing all over his face and hair. She was shuddering with a gasping tremor.

Only after her muscles finally relaxed did she let go of Charlie's hair, letting him finally breathe and wipe her love fluids from his face. His cheeks, brow and lips were redder than the tomato sauce across Amara's buttcheeks.

She smiled at him, wrecked and dazed, sticky from head to toe. She licked off a smudge of cheese from her own breast and smiled. "You're a fucking mess. But damn you are good with that mouth of yours."

Charlie could not form words, just standing there, panting like a dog. He tried to rise off of the counter, probably thinking his work here was done, but Amara wasn't entirely done just yet.

"Where are you going?" Her commanding tone stopped Charlie in his tracks. "That was only the main dish, you still have dessert to finish."

Amara pushed him aside, jumped down from the counter and walked over to the ice cream machine. Her feet stuck to the dirty floor, leaving dirty footprints after her. Charlie moved after her. She pulled the lever for the ice cream machine, letting the bright white ice cream pile up in the palm of her hand. It immediately began to melt between her fingers. She then turned to him, the melted ice cream running down her arm.

"Hold still."

Without warning, she let the melted ice cream fall onto the head of his cock. The ice-cold feeling hit him like a shock, making him gasp for air and his hips twitching forward. As the ice cream ran down his pulsating shaft, he lifted his arms and placed them around her neck.

He gritted his teeth. "C-c-cold, s-so c-c-cold," he said, shivering as his hips jerked in the air. "W-w-we s-shouldn't d-do this."

"Yet you're just begging for it," she said as he whimpered. Gathering another handful of ice cream, she moved her hand downwards and took a hold of his penis.

Slowly, she began stroking his cock, using the ice cream as lubricant. The cream trickled down his penis--her palm sliding easily over it from the mix of cream and pre-cum.

"You're so sensitive," she laughed. "I just love toying with you like this," her warm hands continued moving with a slow rhythm, every stroke making the cool sweetness drip further down his testicles and legs. She just stared at him as his entire face turned red. His lips parted, and panting heavily, clearly enjoying it despite the cold.

"Do you like it? When I put all this ice cream on your throbbing cock?" She sultry whispered.

Charlie nodded, almost trembling, as he moved in closer. Amara's fingers squeezed the base and twisted tightly near the tip, dragging her fingers up and down his shaft.

"I could do this all night," Amara teased, licking some of the cream from her knuckle. "You're so hard... just for me to play with," she leaned in, her lips brushing his cheek as she gave him a light kiss.

Charlie continued to whimper like a puppy, leaning in closer before his head fell onto her shoulder, continuing to hug her with his arms around her neck. His erect penis brushed against her lower stomach, Charlie grinding up against her.

Slowly, she picked up the pace, and Charlie was still shivering. The cream was running down his legs and dripping onto the floor. "You like this, don't you? Me, jerking you off in the middle of our work space?" She said, grinning widely as Charlie rested on her shoulder, only whimpering in response.

"You like fucking the ice cream, don't you?"

"Yeah, I l-like it."

She began licking her ice cream-covered fingers, thoroughly cleaning them. Her tongue danced between her fingers sensually and gaping wide for Charlie to see. "So sweet, but not as sweet as you," a soft hum escaped her.

Charlie stood a few inches away, flushed and breathless. It was as if he was hypnotised by her slow and sensual movements. She slipped her index and long finger in her mouth, pushing them deep inside her before dragging them out with a soft pop.

"You like watching, don't you?" She asked. "Watching me enjoy the dessert."

Charlie just nodded his head as he moved in closer, slowly wrapping his hands around her. Amara lifted her hand, the one that was pleasing him, to give it a taste, but Charlie caught her wrist, lightly biting into the side of her palm. He began licking her hand without breaking eye contact.

Charlie leaned in, still with a firm grip around her palm, and Amara gladly accepted the invitation. Both of them began licking her hand, slowly and sensually. They sucked the ice cream and let it melt inside their mouths.

Amara let out a small and surprised moan, parting her lips slightly after her hand was clean. She moved it out of the way, now nothing between their desperate lips. He yanked her into a kiss.

Their mouths crashed together, sharing the ice cream between their tongues, mixing and melting as their lips moved in a messy, dirty dance. It was hot, yet cold--messy, yet delicious. Charlie's hand slid down her greasy sides, gently gripping her hips as he rubbed his penis between her thighs, just beneath her dripping vagina. The cold vanilla, still clinging to his shaft, clung nicely to Amara's privates, making her shiver a little. But neither of them cared--they were lost their kiss, moaning softly into each other's mouths as they melted into each other.

When they finally pulled apart, Amara licked the corners of his mouth. "You're a messy eater," she said jokingly.

Charlie grabbed her left cheek as he began sliding his shaft between her. She ruffled his hair with her greasy fingers as she guided his tip inside her, making Charlie gasp for air. The mix of warmth and cold took him by surprise as he pushed deeper inside her. Quickly, they picked up the pace as they hugged each other. Amara ran her hand along his back, smearing the grease and ice cream along it while she scratched with her nails.

The ice cream had begun to melt, leaking onto the floor. It pooled up underneath them, splashing as they stepped into it, their feet with each motion--if anything, they couldn't care at all.

Charlie's hand went behind her back, desperately grabbing her shoulders like he didn't want to lose her. Amara slid her fingers between his butt cheeks, firmly grasping them. They leaned their foreheads against each other while gasping for air. The ice cream from Amara's mouth leaked out onto her chest, running between her breasts.

Everything seemed to blur for Charlie, staring into Amara's eyes as his were filled with tears. Tears of joy. His legs started to tremble lightly as he ejaculated, pulling out from Amara. It shot with furious force, combining with the sludgy and greasy ice cream between their bodies. Amara held him tightly as he was shaking. It felt good.

Charlie rested his head against hers, taking deep breaths. Amara admired the messy creation they had made, like melted sugar coating their skin.

Amara scratched his hair, giving him a smile. "You liked it?"

"Yeah," he simply answered, trying to stand up. After he was on his feet, he took a look at their bodies and the giant pool of melted ice cream beneath them.

"Shit," he exclaimed, raising his arms in the air. "We have made a fucking crime scene here."

Amara laughed, rubbing her hand on her stomach to get rid of anything, but failing miserably. "Yeah, we really need to clean up here."

Charlie grabbed a towel and began cleaning up his body after handing it to Amara who gave him a soaked towel to get rid of the rest. They helped each other with their greasy bodies before they continued on with the floor. They worked in sync as Amara cleaned the ice cream machine and counter where the pizza stood while Charlie mopped the floor. Sadly, the pizza was beyond saving, but none of them were really hungry for pizza right now. All the greasy fingerprints on the floor, counter, fridges, they cleaned off, vanished as nothing was there to begin with.

After everything seemed to be spotless, they dumped their old clothes in a bag to take home for cleaning and put on new uniforms from the office. Charlie adjusted his sun cap and pants and Amara her collar.

"So, what was the whole ordeal with the 'pizza' you gave me?" Charlie asked.

"Oh," Amara licked some dried ice cream off her thumb. "I was just bored and wanted to see you squirm."

Charlie laughed as they walked out of the pizzeria together, locking the door after them.