Superbabes: Special Delivery Service

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Volcana was early for work tonight, so early, in fact, that she hadn't had time to shower before she left her daughter and apartment in the capable hands of Kathy. She got into work, tossed her clothes into the locker, and quickly rinsed off her shapely MILF body under the hot water of the Superbabes showers.

Washing down her big breasts, her curvy waist, her wide motherly hips, and her shapely, wobbling ass, she sighed under the hot water before soaping up and then rinsing off. She shook out the water from her orange-ginger hair.

"Hola, chica!" cooed Hawkgirl as Volcana walked out of the showers to put on her uniform. Hawkgirl herself was mid-yanking her green pants over her shaking culo as she bounced in place.

"Hey." Volcana yawned in response before reaching into her locker and grabbing her black top. "I thought you were off tonight?" she asked, slipping on her pants and squeezing her body into the tight black leather.

"I was. But apparently a couple of other girls called in sick. So I'm taking Leslie's shift." Hawkgirl slipped her mask on. "Grace is coming in later too… apparently it's virgin season." Hawkgirl giggled as Volcan just seemed confused at that statement.

"Virgin season? We don't have any virgins." She declared as Hawkgirl chuckled.

"I'm paraphrasing." Hawkgirl replied, checking herself in the mirror. "But you know how it is. Plenty of delivery work tonight…"

"Great…" Volcana sighed loudly, already imagining getting pounded by a pack of eager, horny young men desperate to have their first time.

"Oh, don't be so negative!" cheered Hawkgirl sweetly as she 'La-la-cha-cha-cha'd' out of the locker rooms. "You LOVE it." She certainly loved the extra cash she brought in, but being groped, fondled, and squeezed all night wasn't entirely something she looked forward to. Or at least the being tired and sore part after her night…

"Well, at least I can continue contributing to Sarah's college fund." Volcana replied, walking out of the locker rooms as Orders arrived, slipping behind the two older women and slipping behind her counter.

"That's the spirit." Orders replied monotonously, contributing to the conversation with her usual half-hearted encouragement. "Don't think of it as work." She added, "Think of it as providing a necessary service that also happens to provide a monetary gain."

"With you getting a finder's fee?" Hawkgirl added cheekily, but Orders ignored her, picking out a crossword puzzle book today.

"Would you prefer none at all?" Orders replied casually before turning to turn on deliveries for tonight.

"No. Just saying." Hawkgirl replied before shaking it onto the floor. Volcana soon joined her, putting on her prettiest smile and wobbling out onto the floor herself for at least a couple of hours.

It was her first break of the night, and after a couple of hours of pinching, rubbing, and flirting, she was looking forward to getting off her feet and walking into the back. Orders raised her hand to the phone. Before just as quickly dropping it… Volcana wrote it off and was about to sit down when Orders raised her hand again. As if preparing to quick draw the phone in a duel at high noon… or midnight, as the case may be. But her hand dropped again, and her purple eyes narrowed in frustration, raising her head and glowering at the phone as if it insulted her Mama…

Specifically the 'Mama' that raised her, not her biological mother: insult that one as much as you want.

"…Orders?" Volcana asked hesitantly as that hand rose and fell again. "Is something the matter?"

"No." Orders grumbled, "…He's nervous." She added irately as Volcana blinked.

"Who?" She then hesitated before adding quickly. "Never mind." She said as Orders suddenly lashed to the phone and yanked it off the hook.

Time: 11:30 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)

Ri-CLICK

"Superbabes we deliver."

"I-Uh-"

"I'm just going to hurry this along."

"What-"

"One Power Girl burger with Volcana."

"Wait-"

"Too late. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. Name and address please."

Meanwhile

Orders slammed the phone back onto the hook, making Volcana jump in surprise as she stared at her with her piercing purple eyes. "You have one."

"…Do I really?" she asked hesitantly, but Orders finished writing the receipt and ripped it off her pad, holding it out to Volcana.

"Yes." Orders snapped impatiently, food soon sliding across the counter. "I have no time for people to waste." Volcana took the receipt and the food, checking the address and heading out the backdoor as Orders said casually. "Out you go." Volcana could only shake her head and then her ass as she strutted out the back door to her car. She put the food into the passenger's seat before starting the engine and speeding off into Gotham…

The outskirts, home to slaughter swamp, motels, and hideouts… For a very brief period after her divorce, she had to spend some time in a motel. It wasn't long, and it wasn't a very enjoyable time, obviously. So once she returned to one of the most famous of no-tell-motel chains in Gotham, Motel 5, she wasn't exactly thrilled.

She parked in the lot, right up front near the check-in office. The worker at the counter didn't even bother to look up as she slipped out of her car, walked around, and grabbed the food from the passenger's seat. She walked up the steps to the second floor, checking the receipt again before walking down the row of apartments. One man peeked through the vertical blinds of his front window to watch her walk by in curiosity and settled on her body with interest.

Because she was a curvy woman in skin-tight clothes and was basically a walking fetish, it's not hard to figure out. She got to the midpoint of the second floor before checking the number and slipping the receipt into the bag. Raising her hand to loudly knock on the door.

"Superbabes."

Time: 12:09 AM. Place: Gotham Outskirts (Motel 5 #204)

"Special Delivery Service." She finished, the door rattling with her fist knocking on it before putting that hand on her hip. And waiting… and… waiting. She raised her hand again and knocked. "Superbabes." She repeated frowning, then checking the receipt again.

Yep. Sure enough, she was in the right spot. Orders doesn't make mistakes; she works in infuriating ways.

"…I know you're in there." She said, glancing at the window and peeking through the vertical blinds. "Hello?" She saw movement; to be more specific, she spotted pacing, judging by the shadows of the vertical blinds. She rapped her knuckles on the window. "…Hello?"

The movement stopped, and then there was a loud 'click' behind the door, and it opened, finally. She turned on her heels and strutted to the front door, standing in front of the blushing guy in front of her. "Ooooh." He moaned nervously, staring at her big breasts as she raised an eyebrow curiously. He was easily in his late teens or early twenties… either way, he was young with a decent build for his age. Like he could play sports if he wanted to. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a rather boyish youth to him. "Sorey" he said, and she frowned.

Oh. He was saying, 'Sorry'. Strong Canadian accent there…

"Right. It's fine." She said, walking right in and handing him his food. He checked the insides of the bag as she helped herself to his bed, sitting on the end of it. He had pulled the small table right up to it where a laptop sat and was still opened on the Superbabes page.

Her picture, of course.

"I'm Malcom." He said quickly as she raised an eyebrow.

"Well I'm Volcana." She said, "Hello, Malcom." She said patiently as he seemed to debate on staring at her. "You can shut the door now." She said, as he jumped and then shut the door. She sat on the bed as he moved away from the door and sat down on the bed, not too close to her. "…you can sit closer, you know." She noted as he shifted an inch towards her. She blinked, then sat up a little straighter, pushing her chest out and watching him. "…Are you nervous?" she asked patiently as he jumped again.

"I… I am." He said sheepishly, "My friends told me about 'Superbabes'." He added, "And since I just got off a bad breakup…"

"…Ah."

"Sorey is this weird? Going into detail?"

"No. It's not weird." She said as he fidgeted with his hands over his erection. "It's perfectly normal." She hesitated. "So you had a bad breakup?"

He hesitated before replying quickly, "…I caught her cheating on me."

"…Ah." She said again, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu. "Well. I know how that feels." She said patiently.

"YOU do?" he said, and she laughed at the sheer shock on his face.

"Is that so hard to believe?" she asked, surprised as he nodded.

"Yeah." He said, looking her up and down. "…I mean, even if you do… this. Who'd be dumb enough to cheat on you?" She chuckled again, his eyes focusing on her chest, as if the sheer size of her big MILF breasts and quickly deducing that whoever cheated on her was insane.

"Someone dumb." She replied bluntly. "So… your girlfriend cheated on you and you ran off to Gotham?" she asked as he fidgeted.

"Something like that." He said. "My friends told me about Superbabes, and I thought while I was in town I… could see what was on the menu."

"And you settled on me?" She replied casually, "I'm flattered."

"Well, I like redheads… and boobs. And older women…"

"I'm glad I could hit all your fetishes." She replied blankly.

"Sorey." He said again, "I'm oversharing…"

"No…" she said, suddenly standing up. "Don't be sorry." She then grabbed her top before lifting it up and over her head. Tossing her hair, his eyes widened, staring at her big, wobbling breasts while she stood in front of him. "Here." She grabbed his hands and pulled his hands towards her chest. His hands resting on them and squeezing them tentatively. "That's it." She declared before pushing her chest into his hands then further.

She straddled his lap, pulling his face now into her chest and wrapping her arms around his head and holding him between her chest. Feeling his bulge against her crotch as she straddled his lap. "MMgh?... Mmn…" he moaned softly, his face between her soft body; she squeezed him tightly, grinding steadily on his lap as he mumbled again.

"what?" She pulled his head from her chest as he gasped for air. Looking up at her in surprise.

"…I didn't say anything." He moaned and squeezed her chest. "S-so… I can… we can just."

"We have an hour." She whispered sultrily. "And we should take advantage of it…" she added, "And I can't think of a better way to get back at your ex… than having sex with someone you REALLY want." She added, feeling his bulge against her crotch twitching eagerly at the idea.

"…right." He said, seemingly convinced, opening his mouth and suddenly wrapping her lips around her right nipple. Loudly sucking on it, his tongue flicking around it as she moaned softly, grinding on his lap slowly and rubbing him through his pants. His hands sunk into her chest, squeezing gently as if trying to milk her.

"Haah…" she moaned, bouncing slowly on his lap, her crotch bulging against his cock as it readily throbbed against her. Despite his hesitation, he was clearly eager to satiate his urge for a big-titted, redheaded milf… can't really argue with that. She suddenly pushed him off her chest with a loud wet pop. "MMn…" throwing him back onto the bed before sliding off his lap and getting on her knees between his legs, slipping her fingers between his shorts, and tugging them down. "Ha!" she gasped as her face was suddenly whapped with a big 9-inch girth.

She stared at it for a second before wrapping her hand around his shaft and slowly stroking it, he groaned, pre-cum oozing from his tip immediately, his balls spasmed and clanked at the feeling of her hand stroking him, then fondling him… before opening her mouth and slowly sliding her tongue along the shaft. She slid it along his length, then wrapped her lips around the tip. "Mmgh…" she sucked slowly, sliding her lips down, then up again.

Up and down she went, steadily and meticulously giving him a mind-blowing blowjob… at least from his perspective, she imagined herself as average when it came to giving head, especially compared to the other blowjob specialists of Superbabes… which was grossly underestimating the quality of Superbabes alone. There were no 'average' givers of head in superbabes. All of them were well above 'average'.

Saliva and drool dribbled down his cock as she kept pumping her mouth up and down. Her tongue spiraling around his shaft as she continued her oral tending, "Mmgh… mmn!" twisting her head, his hands clawing at the motel bed as he bucked his hips up into her mouth. She pulled away, "Ah…" opening wide as he cupped her chest and abruptly slapped them around his shaft. Like pushing a button, pre-cum erupted from his tip up into the air before it dropped down onto her chest. "Haah…"

She lifted her chest, licking the pre-cum from her curve before sliding her chest up and down. "Ughh!" Malcom moaned slowly. "Holy… crap." He groaned, bucking his hips between her breasts, slapping beneath them instinctively as she began squeezing them up and down, wrapping her arms around them and squeezing. "Ooh…" he groaned as she sped up, dropping her chest onto his lap as he kept bucking his hips.

"Gonna… it's cumming!" he declared suddenly. His hands clawed the sheets, his legs twisted against the bed, his tip oozing cum as she kept squeezing and bouncing his shaft.

"Haah! Ah! Haaah!" she gasped, gazing up at him before he finally moaned and shot a load of cum. "Haah!" she breathed seductively as his load shot into the air before splattering back down onto her chest. "Ooooh!" she pressed her hands to the side of her big tits, squeezing them together as she continued her titjob, milking out more of his cum as it oozed from his tip and down into her cleavage. "Aha… ah-ha…" she chuckled, still sliding her chest up and down, squeezing his cock playfully as he coated her tits with plenty of spunk…

"That was… those were…" He breathed happily, his cock twitching between her breasts as she pulled away. "Wow…" he moaned, his cock still twitching as she grabbed his sticky length and stroked it tentatively.

"…And you're still so hard." She gave it a flick. "…But you made quite a mess." She added, soon standing up and peeling her leather pants from her body, pushing them down over her thick legs onto the floor. She stood naked before him as he stared at her plump, matured body, his cock still twitching. "…Got to clean it up." She said lazily, squeezing her breasts and walking around the bed, running a finger over his length and strutting towards the bathroom.

This room didn't have a tub and curtain; it had a straight-up glass shower, and now that she was covered in sticky cream, she decided to do a quick rinse before getting right back to tending to the younger man's needs. She did kind of throw herself at him… but to be fair, being reminded of being cheated on got her riled up like a reverse Rosa. Malcom watched her hesitantly from the bed before sitting up and carefully walking around the bed… He was walking awkwardly as if he had just spent the last hour with her riding him like a stallion rather than a woman giving him a once in a lifetime titjob…

The likelihood of more occurring naturally was slim after all. She sprayed his cum off her chest as he watched her outside the glass door of the shower. She glanced over her shoulder at him, and with her tits now thoroughly sprayed clean, she turned around and gestured for him to join her, waving her hand at him as his sticky dick wobbled upright towards her.

The glass door of the shower squeaked open, and he squeezed inside, his tip wobbling against her thigh as she spread her legs, leaning against the wall of the shower as he spread her slippery pussy. "Oooh!" feeling him plunge into her body with one thrust "That's it… keep going." She moaned as he rested his hands on her hips and began grinding against her, burying his face back into her now clean chest as he kept pumping faster and faster. "Oooh!"

"Your body is awesome!" he moaned into her cleavage, slapping his hips wetly against her.

"Haah! Mmn!" she moaned softly as he kept thrusting his hips against hers, grabbing her waist and plunging in and out of her. Wrapping her hands around his bucking hips, pulling him deeper and deeper into her body she gasped in pleasure. "Haah!" howling in the showers as her body trembled. "Oooh…!"

"Haah! Ah!" Malcom gasped, furiously swinging his hips into her body before burying deep into her. "Aah!-Ah!? Oh!... shit." He gasped as he tried to pull out only to thrust back in, shaking as his cock twitched and sprayed her insides with another load. "Uugh…" he pulled out of her, shooting a sticky rope down her thigh as she shivered.

"Oh… oh crap uh… I came inside-OH!" she grabbed him and pushed open the glass door.

Bodies still wet, she pushed him onto the bed before sliding her body across his, smothering him with her breasts again before sliding his still erect cock back into her pussy, shooting upright as she sat on his lap. "Uugh!" Malcom groaned as Volcana gasped in pleasure. Rolling her hips around on top of him before resting her hands on his chest and bouncing up and down.

Her breasts bounced up and down as she hopped on his lap. "Ugh. Ugh! Ah!" gasping softly, riding him and grinding on his waist, she felt his hips bucking up beneath him. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" shaking on top of him as she rode him wildly.

Malcom grabbed onto her body again, springing his hips up into her to wetly slap against her body. Whap-whap-whap, throwing himself up to meet her writhing form as she fell over onto him. "MMgh!" His hands wrapped onto her thick behind, squeezing her ass cheeks as he furiously pumped away, squeezing her ass cheeks as they rippled in his grip.

"Ooooh YES!!" she gasped, shaking in orgasm before screaming it out. "Haaaah!!" She threw herself suddenly off him, shaking on the bed, her legs hanging off to claw her toes in the carpet of the floor. Malcom gasped softly, standing up and between her legs, spreading them further apart before gripping his trembling meat and sliding it back into her body. Grabbing her waist again and rapidly swinging his hips. "Ah! Ha! Ahh! Don't! STOP!" she howled. "Eeh-aaah!" Her breasts swinging wildly on her chest as Malcom threw himself into her.

"Haah! Ah! Ah!!" bucking his hips forward, his back arching and throwing his waist into her. She shivered again, writhing in another climax as he buried his cock into her body, but then abruptly ripped out of her, resting his shaft on her quivering folds before shooting a hot wad across her stomach and splattering beneath her big breast. "Haah…" she pushed them together, squeezing them firmly as he groaned, resting his hands on the bed and sliding his length back and forth on her pussy…

Volcana shoved him back off her body before sliding off the bed and squatting on her heels, pressing her tits back together and sliding them onto his cock, pumping them up and down his hanging shaft as she felt him get harder… "Ugh! mMgh!" Malcom moaned, thrusting down into her cleavage as she continued sliding them up. Pressing her face against his stomach, she kept pumping her tits wildly up and down, faster and faster. "Oh! My! GOD!" he bemoaned, before feeling him bulge between her chest… "Uggh!!" and shooting a hot rope deep into her chest before ripping out and giving her a shot on the chin.

"haah…" resting his cock between her cleavage and spraying the rest of his balls out on top of the shapely curves of her chest as she panted softly… leaning back against the bed as he fell against the wall. Looking satisfied and contented as she displayed her cum-covered body. "Haa… Aha…" she gasped. "So…" she breathed softly, "How did that feel?"

"GREAT…" he declared as she slowly pulled herself up on trembling legs.

"…Don't be so nervous." She said softly before leaving him against the wall and heading back into the shower. "Trust me." She shouted over the water that had been still running. "You're a handsome young man; you'll find someone…" Malcom seemed to register that statement.

"Really?" he asked, not really believing it as she soaped down again.

"Yes. You just need to get out of your own head. Like I did." She continued, quickly washing herself off before wrapping the towel around her body and stepping out of the shower. "…And you know… have a bit of fun." She noted as he wobbled past her into the shower and she sat on the bed, still wearing the towel.

Soon Malcom got out of the shower, wearing a towel of his own, and he sat next to her. "So… is this post nut clarity?"

"In my experience, yes." Volcana replied, tossing her hair. "So… do you want to go again?" she asked, "You still have some time." She asked as he blinked thoughtfully at that.

"…Can we just cuddle?" he asked as she chuckled, grabbing her towel and opening it up.

"Cuddle away." She said as he rested his head against her chest and then fell back to the bed. Wrapping his arms around her and sighing at the smell of her body covered in cheap soap. Burying his face into her soft body and groaning contentedly as she rubbed his head.

And that's how they remained until the time was up. She crawled out of bed and tugged on her top and tugged up her pants. "…Okay." She said, shaking him as he mumbled sleepily, "You still need to pay for the meal and delivery."

"Oh right." He said before shifting off the bed and grabbing something underneath it, his suitcase. He opened it and grabbed a wad of bills, handing them to her as she stuffed it into her top.

"Next time you're in town." She said simply, "Give me a call." She said as he grinned cheekily at her.

"…Thank you." He said as she waved and walked out the door, heading back to her car and sliding into it. She sighed loudly, checking her face in the mirror before pulling out of the motel and back into Gotham.

Time: 1:32 AM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)

"I'm just saying I could've gone." Rosa said as Orders glowered at her.

"I really don't care." Orders noted as Rosa could only shrug, standing by the counter and depositing her various tips.

"Well, if you were going to randomly send girls out, you could've sent me."

"He was going to order her anyway." Orders said as Volcana returned, "I was cutting out the middleman and hurrying everything along… speaking of. Get back to work." She pointed back to the floor, stacking Rosa's money as Volcana pulled her wad out of her top.

"I'm on break." Rosa said sweetly as Orders sighed and sorted Volcana's cut.

"Good work, Violet." She said as Violet nodded appreciatively.

"Yeah. Well… I guess he needed a win."

"Don't we all." Orders mumbled, "Take your break." She added as Violet stretched her body and adjourned to the couch. Rosa picked up a magazine as Violet sat down next to her.

"So… feeling better?" Rosa asked cheekily as Violet sighed.

"…Yes. But don't look so smug." She snatched the magazine from Rosa's hand, but the sexy babe only laughed, grabbing a different magazine.

"I'm not smug. I'm appreciative." Rosa replied, then after reading a moment, asked, "…By the way, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and Koji to our timeshare cabin?"

Violet blinked at her suspiciously. "…Timeshare cabin?"

"It's a cabin that we share."

"I know what a timeshare is; I'm just surprised you have one." Violet replied, then hesitated, "…Why?"

"For reasons." Rosa replied cryptically, "Just to get away from it all for a weekend or so…"

"I wouldn't." Orders noted, but that's standard practice for her.

"Just adults having a nice, quiet time in the mountains." Rosa said in a way that just screamed suspicious.

"…So don't bring Sarah?" Violet said unsurely as Rosa lightly slapped Violet's big, soft breasts with the magazine.

"Just a little mommy time! You could use a break! We have a hot tub! Fresh air! A nice, calm forest! You'd love it."

"It does sound nice." Violet said unsurely.

"I wouldn't." Orders repeated, but Rosa waved Orders off.

"Come on. It's just for a couple of days! And Kathy can watch Sarah! And if necessary, Orders will fix it."

"Fuck you." Orders snapped, but she would, and she was still ignored.

"…It does sound like fun. Just a couple of days?" Violet asked as Rosa smiled.

"JUST the weekend." She said. Violet blinked at Rosa, then took a long, deep breath.

"…Okay. It sounds fun."

"FUCK you…" Orders grumbled as Rosa finally acknowledged Orders commentary.

"Oh don't be such a spoilsport." She said sweetly, Orders glowered with a steely, purple-eyed stare, then went back to her crosswords.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." She warned.

…And suddenly Violet felt that she might have made a mistake.

End