Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Pizza Pallor Pussy Published: May 2014 By: Oneheavyhand@hotmail.com Keywords: mF ** Disclaimer ** Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. ** Disclaimer ** Back in the not so glorious eighties I was just another snot nosed punk kid looking for a cheep thrill and a piece of ass. Perhaps the only thing separating me from the rest of the trash was I had a job. It was not a great job, nor one I got on my own. My parent both worked for the Pizza parllor, my dad as head cook and my mom as one of the waitresses. It of course fell on me and my older brother to follow in their oh so special foot steps. Well it was not all that long before my brother got smart and got himself fired. That happened right about the time he realized that working Friday and Saturday nights was getting in the way of his social life, or about two weeks after he got hired on. I was fifteen when I was first put in the back as a dishwasher. It was an easy job if hot and thankless. It has never ceased to amaze me how greedy waitresses are when it comes to the tips. They were required to pay me a measly ten percent of what I know was often more than a hundred green backs, yet if I saw two dollars I was lucky. Hell even my mom found ways to cheat me, mostly by taking what I did earn as room and board. With no social life to speak of I had no time to date and that meant no girlfriend and no sex. You say for a kid of fifteen that is no big deal, well clearly you got less than even I did! Anyway I did alright even with my parents help. After only six months on the job I was given the opportunity to become a cook and six or so months later I was given the Sunday morning shift. Sunday morning shift is a work shift. By that I mean that is when the weeks stock came in and any left over clean up from the prior week was done. I was cool with that, I was being trusted with the business as it were even if only for a few hours a week. The waitresses however were not so happy with the lack of tips that came with working the after church crowed. I cant blame them, I saw what they were getting and I can tell you there are few groups that tip less than church groups. As a result of the bad tips Sunday morning saw a different waitress each week. Or it did until Lisa came to work with me. The first time she showed up two weeks in a row I thought nothing of it figuring she just needed the extra hours. I knew she had a two year old girl at home and even back then I understood how hard it could be to raise a kid on your own. I guess we were five or six weeks into her requesting to work Sunday mornings when I found out the real reason for her odd choice of work hours. The week before I was putting the newly delivered food into the reefer when Lisa came into the back and asked me to fix a pizza. This was not an unusual request, the odd thing was the couple in the dinning room looked familiar. In fact I could remember them being there every week sense she started the Sunday morning shift. Now at that time the waitress took care of the till and I just handled the back. A little talk with my dad who had a talk with the manager changed that. It was decided that the cook who was technically in charge should be the one handling the till. Come the following week end I not only had the key to the door but the key to the till as well, and that caused Lisa no end of misery as the morning progressed. When her weekly customers showed up it got even worse. Again Lisa came to get me as I was bringing the stock in, and again I noticed the same two people in the dinning room. This time however Lisa hovered in the back with me instead of going out and chatting with them while I cooked up there chosen pie. Once the pie was at the table Lisa again returned to where I was working in the back, this time asking for the till key which I promptly refused telling her as I was responsible for it I was the only one going in it. There was some hemming and hawing from Lisa which I staunchly refused to give in to before she came out and asked if I wanted to smoke a joint with her. Call me what you will but I had smoked a few joints in my time and never had a good experience with it. Sorry I just could not handle grass growing through my toes or the sick feeling I got after. My refusal seemed to upset Lisa to no end and she stomped off to take care of our guests. When she returned a little later she told me we had a walk out, and it was the couple who had been coming for weeks. I was young not stupid, I knew what Lisa had done and I confronted her about it. I told her exactly what she had done and how she was implicating me in her little drug trades, worse she was putting both her and my jobs on the line. Then I told her I had no choice but tell the manager. It was going to be a shame seeing her fired as she not only had the kid at home she was taking care of herself but she was also one of the better looking waitresses. Nothing to write home about but she did have a nice body and decent enough face. Well it was better than having my mom there anyway. Lisa about exploded when I stopped talking. She called me everything this side of Sunday then a few things I was not quite sure of. Lisa went so far as to grab up her purse and tell me she quit before stopping at the door and coming back. I was expecting her to slap me or something when she stopped in front of me. Instead she looked me straight in the eyes and asked what it would take to keep my mouth shut. I still remember exactly what I said. "Nothing your ass can handle!" And her smirk as she answered, "My ass can handle anything you throw at it." That lead into one of them "ya sure whatever" and "You only wish." conversations. And next thing I knew Lisa was offering to fuck me if I was cool about the pizza for pot exchange. Unluckily by that time the first of the Sunday crowed was starting to pull into the drive. I had a choice, let her off for the week and hope she let me come over for some pussy or protect myself. It also crossed my mind that she might try to turn the tables on me but like any kid looking for some pussy my dick ruled. That turned out to be the right choice for me to make. Lisa caught me during a break in the afternoon rush and after pushing me back around the corner where the dough mixer sat, slipped down onto her knees and fished my cock out of my pants. I am not going to brag here. I will just say the Lord blessed me with more than enough to get the job done. Definitely more than Lisa could fit in her mouth even with me trying to fuck her skull. That was not intentional, I just got so into it that when the feeling took hold I gave in to the more primal urges. Lisa took it. She took all the dick she could handle and she took my load moaning the whole while as if she actually enjoyed it. After she cleaned me up and put me away then just walked off like nothing had happened. I don't guess I cared so much about the sudden disinterest, it just seemed strange given up until that moment I had only had sex with girls I thought I was in love with. Sunday's always work the same. Arrive at eight to start the dough, prep the table and clean, open at ten, accept new stock, and finally cook until the assistant manager arrives and tells you to go home. For the Waitress the day starts a bit later not having to prep quite as much so I was quite surprised to see Lisa standing at the door with smoke in hand when I arrived that next Sunday. As soon as I got the door closed behind us Lisa headed for the back calling out "Lets get this over with." in what was perhaps the least sexy voice I had ever heard coming from a woman talking about sex. Had I cared about her I might have felt bad seeing her strip off her pants without the slightest bit of passion before asking "Top or back?" Having only done it missionary I jumped on the word back thinking she meant I could fuck her ass. Sure I had heard about it, and yes I wanted to give it a try. No my girlfriends did not think the same nor did Lisa though I had to find that out the hard way. When I told her back she leaned over the sink in back and waited for me to start prodding her back side with my very hard cock. I was looking for that ass hole and when I found it Lisa about jumped through the roof. It took a bit of apologizing for her to turn back around and let me have another go, but not without guiding me to the right spot. Fuck was she tight! I cant say how often she fucked but not knowing how pussy works I figured it could not have been that often. Often or not I gave her my best, even fought back the urge to blow my load until she started moaning and I felt her pussy juices really begin to flow. That was how I knew when my last girlfriend had came so I figured it was the same with Lisa. There was no holding back after that though. She was yelling pull out and I was shoving her against the sink as my sperm filled her tight little twat. God was she pissed at me. She was telling me how I could get her pregnant and all I could think to say was "You knew I Wasn't covered. Should have let me fuck that ass if you was scared of getting pregnant." That shut Lisa down but did nothing to make her any more amiable for the remainder of the day. And as Lisa had held up her end of the deal I did too. When she asked me to make the pizza for her suppliers I did her a good turn and doubled up the meat and cheese. The following three weeks worked almost the same save Lisa brought in condums and insisted I use them. The next she gave me a blow job as she had forgotten to pick up a pack of trojans and I refused to be seen buying them. But the next weekend when she forgot them again I refused the blow job telling her the deal was for pussy not mouth. Of course she tried to tell me it was all the same a fact I rebuked and proved when I asked "If its all the same then I should be able to get some of that ass." Lisa had a point when she asked me if I wanted a dick up my ass. I still shot back that dicks were for chicks, not that my little rhyme helped the discussion any. In the end I took the blow job not wanting to loose out entirely, and Lisa took the abuse I served up in retaliation. Had I knew how well she was going to take it I may have thought to really skull fuck her. As it was I was satisfied with the belief that I had somehow won something by making her gag on my cock, and she walked away knowing she was good for another week. I was by that time like a rooster in the hen house. I thought I was getting away with murder as it was nothing to write off the stock needed for a single pizza. I learned different not too long after our little spat. Normally as I opened on Sundays I would leave work around ten Saturday night. That left two cooks, the manager and two waitresses there until the store closed at eleven. Clean up took an hour and two people, one cook and one waitress and as my parents rode together some how they never had that particular job. Unluckily when two of the cooks called out on the same Saturday night I did. I was driving by then and as I left early I always drove myself in. That made it perfect for my parents as when the other cooks called in, one being the closing cook all dad had to do was tell me I was staying. I griped and grumbled the whole evening but did as I was told and at eleven sharp watched dad take off his apron and clock out. With in five minutes mom had counted out and the two left me to clean up the nights mess. I guess they had been gone around fifteen minutes when I realized I had not seen Dave, our manager or Lisa and decided to find them. The back of a Pizza parllor is quite small so it only took me looking around one corner to see Dave's lilly white ass pumping away at Lisa who was bent over that same sink where I was likely to tag her the next morning. Talk about bursting a boys bubble! Not knowing what to do I just turned around and went back to what I was supposed to be doing. I went to bed that night thinking how fucked up it was that she was fucking the boss. She Wasn't my girlfriend or anything like that but it just seemed fucked up that she was putting out to someone other than me. By morning jealousy had set in deep and I was fuming, and Lisa knew it the second she called me to the back and I ignored her. Lisa could and should have just let it be. Hell she was fucking the boss so it Wasn't like I could have gotten her fired. She didn't. Lisa pushed and pushed for me to tell her what was wrong. What really pushed me over the edge was when she laughed after I told her how I had stumbled on her and Dave the night before. As such things go when one explodes they take the other with and this was no exception to the rule. The louder I got the louder Lisa got until I brought her little girl into the argument. I don't remember exactly what I said. I know it had something to do with her turning her baby into a whore which I admit had no place in the argument. No matter though as Lisa did not take it well, she went from screaming to swinging in nothing flat. Don't know if I have mentioned that Lisa was well into her twenties, but if you know anything about women that don't mean shit when it comes to fighting for their kids. I wont deny she got me a couple good ones before I was able to get a hold of her and toss her to the floor. The fight continued as something of a wrestling match until we were both too tired to fight. However it happened I was the one on top when the fight ended so Lisa really had no choice but to cry uncle as it were by taking on a more adult tone and explaining how it was her choice who she screwed and where. Then telling me she thought I understood before telling me she regularly fucked nearly every dick in the building. It seemed my dad was the only one she Wasn't fucking, and would not have fucked me if not for Sunday being the only day she could get her stash replenished. Oddly her new tone of voice and simple honesty got through my hard head. And even more surprising after I let Lisa up and she recomposed herself she asked if I wanted that fuck or not. Trying to make myself seem a little less the idiot I jokingly asked her if she thought it safe to which she answered "Gotten it a lot worse than anything you've done." I laughed as I caught the condum she tossed my way, then held her head inside the empty sink as I fucked her for everything I was worth. I was eighteen last time I worked a Sunday at the parllor and Lisa was still giving it up. For all I know she still is to this day. End...