So some time ago my housmate worked out what a broken little cunt I am, and sometimes likes to play with me (which I of course love).  She isn't much into kink herself and admits that she finds my sexual interests baffling and even alarming, but persists in asking me lots of questions and sometimes likes to try to put me to the test.  Last night was one of those nights...

We were both in and planned to have a night on the sofa with a bottle of wine (each!) and order in some pizza. 

Amy was in her curious mood, asking lots of questions along the lines of how far I would go with a pizza delivery guy if it got a free pizza.  I tried to explain to her that it wasn't about the pizza, but that Master says anyone should be able to use this whore body and I wanted to please him.  Amy kept on asking, and eventually I had to conceed that quite frankly I love sex a bit too much, and that sex with strangers turns me on - a hell of lot.

I knew what was coming - Amy's been in this mood before.  She asked me if I was horny (I was and usually am), and with squeals of delight told me I should offer myself to the pizza delivery guy.  It was a stupid plan, one that only works in porn and wouldn't work in real life, but Amy sometimes doesn't get that difference...

So anyway, I was horny and wanted to show Amy how much of slut I am and so agreed to try it, knowing it wouldn't work, but actually sort of hopeful it might and also keen to test my skills at seduction.  Amy suggested I wear my new yellow string bikini (I've been buying up more 'slutwear' for my wardrobe of late), but I thought that was too much so we settled for a black balcony bra and thong under a thinish white shirt with flipflops as a slightly more subtle alternative.

A long twenty minutes later, there's the knock on the door and Amy snuck off to her room, peering through a crack in her bedroom door and giving me a thumbs up as I straightened my shirt and took my throbbing cunt to the front door.  Through the peephole I could see the pizza guy still wearing his helmet and a big bulky jacket and trousers - I guess it is still winter and pretty cold outside, and when opening the door to him the cold air reminded me just how little I was wearing.

The guy looked me up and down, but with his helmet still on and just the visor open I could only see his eyes and it was hard to read any expression.  For a moment I worried the guy might be a psychopath or something, but the anonymity of it was also turning my legs to jelly.  He handed me the pizza box with the reciept taped to the top and I sort of curtsied in front of him before turning and carrying the pizza, with an extra little wiggle in my walk, into the lounge and bending to put it on a table and making sure he saw my ass.  When I turned back around the guy was now stood inside the doorway asking for payment.  I think he was actually worried I was going to try and steal the pizza or something, and in his puffy weatherproofs he looked quite big and scary.

Anyway, he was pretty keen to get paid the £26 or whatever it was, and even as I approached him coyly and stood right up against him, he seemed unmoved and just asked for the cash in a deep voice with seemingly broken English.  I looked over to Amy's door and almost shrugged, I knew it wouldn't work, but I was giving it all and so started to unbutton my blouse as slowly and seductively as I could.  The guy, still not cooperating, said something like "money first", and so defeated I went in a huff to my wallet and got £30 for him and put it in his gloved hand.

I expected him to leave at that point, but instead he was still stood there looking me up and down.  I wasn't sure, but he could probably have smelt my hot pussy if he wasn't still wearing his helmet.  He indicated with his finger in the air that I should turn around for him, so I twirled on the spot, letting my shirt float up to give him a clearer glimpse of my thong, not that the thin cotton shirt covered it much anyway.  The guy sort of grunted his approval as he removed a glove and fumbled around in his pocket.  I think he caught me staring at his crotch as he fumbled in that pocket, and I sort of tried to get closer to him again.  Finally he produced the change from his pocket and gave it to me before patting me on the ass with his ungloved hand and then leaving.

Amy burst out of her room and was keen to claim victory - from what she'd seem the pizza guy was very co-operative and I was a total slut.  But she said that if I'd tried harder (read, worn the bikini) we should have got pizza for free aparently. 

Next week perhaps...