Hot 'n' Ready

As my two sluts pumped eagerly on my shaft, their mouths gaping in anticipation, I painted them with my appreciation. Since it was a team effort, both sluts felt an orgasm pulse through them with each sticky rope that landed on them. A spiderweb of spunk hung between the satisfied suckers. "Thank you, Master." They moaned, sharing the salty treat and cleaning each other like eager kittens. As they finished cleaning my cock, I heard a furious barrage of knuckles against the front door. "Hope you enjoyed your appetizer ladies, because dinner is here." I rose to my feet and stepped over the afterglowing whores, skin still wet their saliva. I tucked my softening tool back into my pants and opened the door, meeting the awaiting glare with a smile. I wasn't expecting an older woman to be carrying the pizza, but she definitely was MILF material. I would guess late 40s, early 50s by the subtle wrinkles around her piercing eyes and angry mouth. There was some slight graying in her short, raven hair. She was wearing a simple black blazer, open to reveal her sizeable tits straining a blue company button up: a nametag reading 'Roxanne'. She was revealing professional amounts of freckled cleavage, still full while sagging with age. Her full hips were held tightly by a knee length skirt, and her toned legs were encased in a dark pair of stockings that disappeared under her skirt. Her toes were flexed by a one inch wedged shoe. She thrusted my order at me with a cocky smirk, unaware of how her confined tits were wobbling long after she had stopped. "I'm glad my delivery girl request was met." I offered a wink in exchange for the warm box.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Sir," her voice dripping with venom, "but it's company policy to not send our employees to creeps. So I came this time." Interesting. Did the ring not work across telephone lines? She wasn't done with her rant. "You're lucky I didn't send one of the delivery guys to be a little more forceful with this message like usual; I wanted to see you squirm in person." Her dealing with this herself was not typical? Maybe the ring worked after all, but she had just rationalized her actions. This would be fun if I played along. Time for a visit from pre-ring Peter.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" I acted ashamed, cowering before the smug manager. You want to punish me more, I commanded, using her current state to ease my need to use the ring. "I promise I'll never do it again." I offered her some cash for the pizza, pretending to try and end the interaction. She stopped the door with a forceful hand.

"Oh no, Mister, I'm not done with you yet." She mocked. I stumbled deeper into my apartment, and she followed the bait confidently. I heard snickering coming from the kitchen, and I noticed my two fuck slaves were no longer on the couch. I tossed our dinner on the dining table and turned back to the women striding toward me. "I think I need to punish you more, so I know you really learned your lesson." She closed the space between us quickly until her full breasts were lightly buffeting my torso. Despite her confident gaze and stance, her small stature gave her a more bratty appearance than authoritative. I backed myself towards the closest chair and sat myself down in 'fear.' Punishing me with sex will humiliate me the most, I sent this mental command to her as she stalked me through my apartment. I saw her come to a sudden thought that she really enjoyed. "If you wanted sexy, you're gonna get sexy." She taunted.

Roxanne never realized how fun dealing with the creepy customers could be. Watching this strong, arrogant man cower before her filled her with pride and a little arousal. She could still command men like she did in her prime. If she had met this man at a bar, she might let herself be charmed by him, but now that she saw his true colors, she was disgusted by him. And that's exactly why she was going to punish him with sex. She was going to show him what he was missing. A strong man like him would be humiliated by being dominated by a confident woman like her. She approached the now sitting man and stood straddling his quivering leg. She leaned forward with her hands squarely on her hips, letting her heavy chest swing low in his face. She watched his terrified eyes follow their path hungrily, and she admired his pants straining. 'Using my tight asshole would humiliate him the most', she thought suddenly. Of course it would; if he had been a gentleman, he would have gotten her experienced pussy, but using her dirty, brown star would make him feel disgusting. "I bet you wish you could get some of this warm box," she purred in mocking tease, "but bad boys like you don't get that hole." She swung her outside leg around, spinning about on her planted foot, until her tight rear was now swinging in his face, and her wide stance spread her legs wider. She hiked up her work skirt showing off the lacy hem of her stockings as they tightly hugged her creamy thighs. She pulled aside her matching panties with a handful of ass flesh, letting him see her puckered hole. "Take out your cock, you naughty boy. It's time to get what you deserve." She heard him fumbling with his zipper and soon a thick **** pressed between her cheeks. She flinched at the dry tightness, wondering if this was really such a logical choice?