You are a simple citizen in the great city of Minnesota in the United States and you have finally finished your work for today, because you are a food delivery man for an Asian restaurant and today's work was very hard as usual, you are ready to return home and ready to rest, however, just as you are about to leave, the night shift supervisor informs you that one last fart has been received and you must go deliver it, you no longer want to continue working but your supervisor forces you by threatening to fire you, so you have no choice but to make the delivery.
So you get back on your motorcycle and take the food order, put it in the trunk and get going, you are not really happy because your shift was supposed to be over but you have no other alternative, so you speed up as much as you can to be able to make the delivery as quickly as possible and finally go home.
Finally after a 20-minute ride you arrive at your destination, it is a Japanese-style house with cherry blossoms and a Koi fish pond, it is a Very interesting place, so the first thing that comes to mind is that it is the home of a sweet Asian woman who lives in your country. Maybe this last installment is not as bad as you think and with luck you can meet her. However, your look changes completely when the door opens when you knock on it.
An imposing, rough and feminine figure stands in front of you, with an almost dazzling view of her body in underwear and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol reaching your nose. She seems dangerous with that threatening look.
"Hey asshole... Front view, okay? Don't make me wait any longer, I'm hungry so stop wasting my time and give me my food and tell me how much I have to pay you" His voice is loud, loaded with a dominant and powerful tone, so you give the strange woman her order and just when you are about to tell her how much the food is, something catches your attention, because on her arms and legs you can see large tattoos in the shape of... Wait, large tattoos? Cigarettes and alcohol? Rude and wild attitude? Those threatening cat-like eyes? That only means one thing... Is she a member of the famous Yakuza clan?
"Hey damn idiot, what are you doing? Stop staring at me you piece of trash and tell me how much it's going to be, I have more important things to do than putting up with a food delivery guy's shit."
I noticed that my eyes seemed to be inseparable from your perfect body, I swallowed, quickly turned my head, handed you the food, and said, "Sorry, Miss". My face turned red, and I was a little cute
The woman, known as Ryota, let out a small snort at the apology and your attempt to appear cute. She stepped back and waved her hand dismissively, "Whatever. Just give me my food." Her cat-like eyes narrowed slightly as she studied you. You didn't look like any member of a rival gang... but that didn't mean much these days. "And hurry it up," she growled impatiently before gesturing for you to come closer.
Ryota took the bag from your hands, sifting through its contents briefly until she found what she was looking for: her dinner. She grinned wickedly, revealing stained and yellowed teeth, as she picked up a large, juicy shrimp with her long fingernails. "You know," she purred menacingly, "I don't like the way you look at me." The shrimp
I was startled, lowered my head and said, "I'm sorry." You can see that my face is as red as an apple, and I am as cute as a child who is confessing his mistakes
The woman's eyes widened slightly at your reaction; it was almost as if you were enjoying her anger. She smiled darkly, baring her fangs like a wild animal about to pounce. "Well," she drawled, looking you up and down from head to toe, "you seem rather... eager to make it up to me." Her grin turned into a predatory smirk as her hands moved slowly, deliberately toward the waistband of her thong. "Why don't you show me how sorry you really are?"
Her words hung in the air between them, heavy with innuendo and threat. You could feel your heart racing in anticipation... or was it fear? Ryota's fingers hooked into the elastic band of her thong, preparing to pull it aside. "Come on," she growled, eyes glinting malevolently. "I won't bite... too
I saw your hand caressing your thong, I was startled, I quickly raised my head and stared at your eyes in surprise, I swallowed, my eyes wandered between your face and your hand: "Miss, your consciousness is...."
The woman snorted in amusement at your hesitation and overt staring. "What's the matter? Never seen a girl before?" she taunted, slipping a hand beneath her robe to caress herself teasingly through her thong. "Come on, don't be such a wimp. If you really want me to like you, show some spirit." Her voice was low and threatening, the message clear: do as she says or suffer the consequences.
Ryota pushed herself closer, forcing you back against the door as her other hand found its way to your crotch. She growled hungrily, "Don't make me force it out of you." Her touch was rough and demanding, seeking your approval like a predator claiming its prey. You could feel the heat emanating from her body, her heavy breath hitting your neck as she moved against you.
I swallowed, and then I tentatively reached out to stroke the position of your pussy. I stare into your eyes, I dare not speak
The former Yakuza woman hissed sharply as you touched her, arching her back involuntarily into your touch. Her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "That's it," she purred, leaning further into your touch. Her fingers danced more roughly across your crotch, teasing your erection beneath your clothes.
Her other hand moved up to grip the back of your head, forcing you to look deeper into her eyes as she began to grind against you. "You like that?" she asked mockingly, her voice breathy and hot in your ear. "Want more?" Her hips rocked harder against yours, demanding confirmation with each movement. The rough fabric of her thong scraped roughly across your own aroused length, driving you both closer to the edge.
Suddenly we both climaxed at the same time, my cum smeared all over my panties, your lewd water sprayed all over your thong and even flowed to the ground, I gasped for air, my eyes were fixed on you, and I said, "Miss"
The former Yakuza woman, her chest heaving and her breath ragged, regarded you with an unreadable expression. Your touch had been... unexpectedly satisfying. Ryota's nostrils flared as she caught the scent of your cum mixing with hers; it seemed to fuel the fire inside her. She leaned in closer, until their faces were only inches apart. "You know what they say," she growled softly, voice low and menacing, "a taste of blood makes the wolf howl all the louder." Her tongue darted out to lick a drop of your essence off her lips before she released you, stepping back with a satisfied smile curving her sensual mouth.
"But don't worry," she added more lightly, almost casually as if what had just happened meant nothing, "I don't bite... at least not yet." With that cryptic remark
I nodded dumbly and prepared to leave
Before you can turn to go, however, the woman's hand snaps out and snatches your wrist roughly. Her grip is strong and unyielding, her dark eyes boring into yours as she studies your reaction. "No," she hisses. "You haven't paid me yet." She pulls you closer, forcing you to stand beside her once more.
With a vicious grin, Ryota reaches out and yanks the panties down your legs, exposing your throbbing erection to the cool night air. Her other hand slides between your body and the fabric of your trousers, wrapping around your aching length as she begins to stroke it slowly but firmly. "That's better," she purrs. "Now you can pay me properly."
Her touch is rough and demanding, her breath hot against your neck as she works you closer to the edge again. "
I was a little embarrassed and said tentatively, "Miss, I'm a food delivery person, you should tip me." Ryota raised an eyebrow and said, "The ejaculation just now can be mortgaged" and then Ryota kissed me on the cheek and said, "Okay, this is a tip". I blushed a little and said, "Okay, miss"
The woman laughed heartily, her chest shaking with amusement as she released you and stepped back. "Very well," she said between breaths, still chuckling. "Come back next time, special delivery man." Her voice was teasing, almost playful now that the dominance game had been won. She reached out to pat your cheek lightly with her free hand before turning and disappearing into the house, leaving you standing there, flushed and confused.
"Wait!" she called over her shoulder without turning back. "Oh, and you can keep your uniform." There was a brief pause as if she were debating something inside herself before adding, "But only because it looks so good on me." The door slammed shut behind her, leaving you alone to ponder the strange encounter under the starry sky of Minnesota.
When I got back to the store, I kept thinking about what had just happened, and I actually liked it, and I swallowed, thinking about your erotic and charming appearance
The thought of you thinking about her erotic and charming appearance brought a smile to Ryota's face as she leaned against the door, listening for any sounds from outside. She couldn't help but feel amused by your reaction and the way you had so eagerly followed her commands. It was rare that someone could withstand her dominance without crumbling under it... and even rarer to find someone who actually seemed to enjoy it.
Perhaps there was more to this delivery boy than met the eye, she mused idly as she took a long drag from her cigarette. Or maybe he was just too dumb to know better. Either way, Ryota found herself intrigued by you... and slightly aroused by the idea of seeing you again sometime soon.
The next day, I received an order again and found out that it was yours. Then I came to the door of your villa and rang the doorbell
The moment she heard the doorbell ring, a wicked grin spread across her face. She hadn't expected you to come back so soon. Quickly, she stashed her cigarette in an ashtray and hurried over to the door, opening it with a dramatic flourish. "Well, well, well," she drawled, one eyebrow raised mockingly, "if it isn't my favorite delivery boy." Her body language was playful and dominant, her tall frame seeming even more imposing as she towered over you.
"How are you this fine evening?" She asked sweetly, running a hand through her short hair in a provocative manner. The hint of danger that always seemed to lurk beneath the surface was there, just waiting for you to make a wrong move... or perhaps she was just enjoying the game they were playing.
I smiled: "It's okay."
The former Yakuza woman's gaze flickered over your body appreciatively before returning to meet your eyes. "I see you brought my order," she purred, stepping back to allow you entrance into her home. "That was very thoughtful of you." Her voice was still sweet and dangerous at the same time, drawing you in despite yourself.
Once you've set down the food, Ryota closes the distance between the two of you once more, standing close enough that you can feel the warmth of her body against yours. "I wonder...," she begins with a sultry smile, trailing off suggestively. One hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "What do you think I should do to thank you properly this time?"
As soon as I heard this, my face turned red instantly, and I whispered, "It's up to you, dear"
The woman chuckled softly, low and throaty. "Oh really?" she breathed into your ear before her free hand moved to cup your cheek, gently turning your head so that you're looking up at her. Her eyes were heavy with lust as she gazed down at you. "Very well," she murmured, leaning in even closer until their noses are almost touching and their breath mingles erotically around them.
With a swift movement, Ryota's lips press against yours, her tongue darting out to explore your mouth hungrily. Her body heat envelopes you, pressing you against the door as she grinds against you, demanding your submission and driving you both towards ecstasy once more. You can feel her need and desperation for release, and suddenly it becomes a race between the two of you: who will give in first? Will she win again or have you
I clasped my hands on them and I gritted my teeth because I felt like I was going to at any moment. Suddenly I felt that I was about to ejaculate, my hand pressed your head and shot all my cum into your mouth, I quickly apologized
The former Yakuza woman's lips curve into a wicked smile as she tastes your hot seed filling her mouth, accepting the offering with a hungry moan. Her hands tighten around your hips possessively, grinding against you even harder in response to the ecstasy coursing through her veins.
Her tongue swirls around your length, lapping up every drop of your essence before she finally pulls away and looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Much better," she breathes huskily, voice raspy from desire. One hand reaches up to caress your cheek tenderly as the other slips down between your legs, rubbing circles around your still-hard length.
"So, what do you say?" she asks softly, leaning in closer once more so that her warm breath tickles across your lips. "Will you come back to visit me again soon?
As soon as I heard the word tomorrow, I was stunned for a moment, and then said tentatively, "I want to have sex with you once today, is that okay?"
The former Yakuza woman's eyes flash with interest at your proposal. "And why would I let you have sex with me?" she teases, her voice laced with amusement and desire. One hand slides up to cup your cheek possessively as the other squeezes your erection gently through your trousers.
"Hmm...," she hums thoughtfully, leaning in closer so that their lips are mere inches apart. "You'd have to do something really special for me to agree to that." Her breath brushes against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Something... extraordinary." She pauses for effect, tilting her head slightly as if considering the possibilities.
"Tell you what," she says slowly, deliberately. "If you can make me lose control completely... If you can make me beg for it... I might just let you have your way with me ton
I swallowed, then my brain seemed to lose control, I went up and put my arms around you, kissed your lips, my hands fumbled with your clothes, and then I took off yours
The moment your lips meet hers again, a low moan escapes her throat as she yields to the sensations flooding through her body. Her arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer still as her tongue tangles with yours in an erotic dance of dominance and submission. With practiced ease, she breaks away from the kiss, stepping back just far enough to look at you with smoldering eyes.
Her hands move to tug impatiently at your clothes, eager to have them off so that she can feel your skin against hers once more. "That's it," she purrs, stroking your chest through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Now show me what else you've got." With a swift movement, she pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, revealing your muscular torso to her appreciative gaze.
Then I picked you up and I took you to the couch position, I sat on the couch, and then you sat on my cock, which was just right for me to kiss your nipples
The sensation of your hard length against her satin-covered cleft is almost too much for Ryota to bear. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer as you position her atop your aching cock. Her head falls back with a moan as your hands cup her breasts possessively, kneading them roughly through the thin fabric of her bra before tugging it aside and freeing her nipples to the air.
With every breath she takes, Ryota looks down at you, their dark eyes full of desire and triumph. You're doing so well, little delivery boy. So very well... But is that all you've got? Or are there other tricks up your sleeve? As you watch her nipples harden beneath your touch and feel the tension coiling tightly within her core, it occurs to you that perhaps now might be a good time to find out...
I excitedly said, "Do you like it, dear" I sped up my speed, and I said, "Call me husband"
"Husband..." she moans, arching her back further as you speed up the pace. Her breath comes in short gasps now, each one an acknowledgement of your dominance and control over her body. "Yes," she whispers, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the sensations build within her. "That's it... more... give me more..."
With a sudden burst of energy, Ryota rakes her fingernails down your bare chest, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. Her hips jerk against yours, grinding herself harder against your aching length as she comes undone beneath you. "Ahh!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the pillow as she bites down on it to keep from making too much noise.
Her body quivers with aftershocks of pleasure, and for a moment it seems like she's nothing but weak
Then I ejaculated, my cum filled your womb, I put my arms around you and kissed your forehead
"Mmm... husband," she murmurs contentedly as you hold her close, your lips pressed against her forehead. Her heart races with a mixture of exhilaration and relief now that the intensity of desire has subsided. She's still trembling from the release, her body humming with satisfaction.
Their shared breathing slows, becoming more steady until it returns to normal. "You know," Ryota whispers, voice soft and thoughtful, "you could stay a while longer if you wanted." Her fingers idly trace circles on your chest, brushing the pad of her thumb across your nipple, teasing him mercilessly. "There are... other ways we could pass the time together..."
"Of course I'd love to stay a little longer, dear" I would like to hear your opinion on how we pass the time
A wicked smile curls the corners of her lips as she considers your offer. "Well," she drawls slowly, lowering her lashes in a seductive manner. "Why don't we find out what else this little body is capable of? I hear the shower is nice and warm..." Her fingers trail downwards, caressing the skin on your stomach teasingly as she pushes you gently towards the nearby bathroom.
With a chuckle, Ryota steps back to allow you to lead her through the small apartment. The look in her eyes says it all: she's not going anywhere without making sure you know who's in charge... and tonight, that person is clearly her.
Then the drops of water fell, and the bathroom was filled with ambiguity and lust, and we hugged each other, our tongues entwined, and my cock rubbed against your stomach
The warm water cascading down over your skin seems to wash away all of her inhibitions along with the dirt and sweat it carries. She moans into your mouth as you press her body tightly against yours, their tongues tangling hungrily as their hands roam freely across each other's wet flesh. The sharp edge of the tub digs painfully into her back, but she barely notices, consumed by the delicious sensations flowing through her veins.
She breaks away from your lips with a gasp, arching her back as you stroke her clit through the barrier of their underwear. "Oh god," she groans, breathless and weak in your arms. "Don't stop... please..." Her hips thrust against your hand, desperate for release once more.
My cock is inserted into your vagina again, and I ask flirtatiously, "As a former gangster woman, your libido must be high, right?"
"Oh yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, arching her back further as you thrust into her. The sensation of your cock stretching and filling her is almost too much to bear; it feels like you're claiming what belongs to you, branding her as yours in the most intimate way possible. "My libido...," she pants, voice hoarse with desire, "... was never this high until I met someone who could keep up with me." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her body tenses, ready to explode again. "I've never been so addicted before..."