Feeding their hunger

Hearing the delivery was here, Paul slowly detangled himself from his girl’s grasp. Molly whimpered at losing his touch, but he comforted her with, “you are wonderful & sexy, girl. I will be right back.”

“and powerful,” she continued as she stretched, “and pleasuring.” She continued languishing in the tingle running over her body as she heard her Master walk towards the front door.

Without anything else nearby, Paul grabbed her bathrobe and tossed it around him to grab the pizza’s from the doorstep.

As the thunk of the deadbolts unlocking travelled down the hall, something inside Molly kicked in the last ounce of adrenaline in her body. Looking down her body over her bare tits and erect nipples, she could see around her raised knee that Paul was about to open the door to outside and she had a clear shot at him in her pink robe. But as the seal to the door creaked apart as it began to open, her brain finally realized if she has a straight shot of the door, whoever is on the other side of the door as a straight shot at her.

With a new found energy & agility, Molly quickly scrambled across the floor to hide in the corner out of site.

“Um, hello, Sir. I have your pizzas?” The delivery guy saw some weird things but his customers always seemed to amaze him some. Middle aged, bald, glistening in a pink bath robe is a bit different. But what does he care; he gets paid no matter what & the tip was already on the order.

Paul, a little surprised to see this “contactless” delivery guy, and a little embarrassed at the color of the robe, simply responded, “thanks!” Taking the pizzas, “nice robe by the way.”

Blushing a bit more, Paul responded, “not really my color,” and let the door close before turning back to the living room.

However, not seeing Molly he figured she went to freshen up. Placing the pizzas on the coffee table by the wall, he turned to get plates seeing Molly huddled in the corner.

“You okay, hun??” He moved over to comfort her.

She flinched a bit, “he could have seen me, Sir.”

Looking back at the bed and then to the front hall, “geez, hun. I didn’t even think about it; it was supposed to be a contactless delivery.”

“didd... did he say anything?? Did he looked surprised???”

“Well, yes, but it was my attire and look he seemed to be caught on,” he said with a sheepish grin.

Looking him up & down, she suddenly realized the guy saw him in a pink robe and giggled a bit, “i guess it is distracting.”

Chuckling, he agreed, “a bit eye catching, yes. And not to make you too nervous, if he had seen you, he would have definitely focused on you, so its safe to say your outta-site body was out of sight.” He grinned at his obviously bad dad joke.

Despite her nerves she laughed in agreement at his bad phrase, “I guess so.”

“So, don’t let that harsh your mellow, hun, and lets get something to eat.”

With her fear monster satiated, Molly’s ravaging hunger finally took control, “oh god! I am starving, Sir!”

“We worked up quite an appetite,” Paul said as he stood up, “I’ll get plates and drinks, you start setting up the pizzas.”

Molly quickly crawled over to the coffee table and Paul couldn’t help but stare at her shiny ass as she wiggled it over to the food like some sort of stalking cat. “Damn, you’re beautiful!”

She looked over her shoulder at him, suddenly realizing where he was looking, she knelt down in front of the table, and shook her head at him, “please go get us plates, Sir. You old perv.”

“Only when I see you, slut,” he responded as he left the room.

Blushed incessantly as his silly flirting, flipping up the pizza boxes. She grabbed a slice before he could return and was half way through it before he walked in. Mouth practically full, she responded back at him, “sawwy, ay wus ungry, ‘ur”

Tossing the paper plates at her, “at least pretend I did something to train you and eat off a plate, before I toss a few slices on the ground and make you eat of the floor.”

Putting her half slice of pizza on a plate, she separates them and puts two slices on another plate before turning around to face him kneeling, knees spread wide, arms holding the plate at full extension, leveled above her towards him with her head bowed, she waited silently for him.

Taunting her a bit, he placed two cups on the table and pored drinks for both of them. Watching out of the corner of his eye, he saw she didn’t move or flinch; truly wanting to show up and impress him. Him picks up a glass, walks to in front of her and lifts the plate away from her. She remains completely still with her hands above her head, ready to hold the plate again.

Reaching in line up his big toe with her clit, “good girl,” he says before making contact allowing her to drop her arms, “now get your plate & drink, and join me on the mattress.”

She closes her eyes and moans under his toe teasing her sensitive nub, but doesn’t move until he pulls his foot away.

Paul sets his drink and food down before removing her robe to place it to the side. Turning on some show they had been watching for background noise, they snuggled up on the vinyl covered pillows to try to satiated their nourishment hunger.