Mr. Asshole has a Real Name

I turned the key in the lock to my apartment. When I walked in there was a dozen pink roses in a tall glass vase. I had been gone to the gym then the market for some dinner. It had been a few hours at least, but there was only one person who could have done this: Mr. Asshole the super. I walked around the apartment to make sure I was alone, then I proceeded to put in a work order for a leaky faucet. It's funny, some women would have thought this to be a sweet gesture, but I was infuriated. I expected to give Mr. Asshole a very special thank you the next time we met. In fact, I got on my laptop and bought a few goodies for the occasion.

I didn't have any more surprise flowers, and on Monday morning, I was greeted by Hector the other maintenance man. He fixed the fake problem and hurried his ass on his way. I sat at my computer and wondered why I didn't bother to even get Mr. Assholes name. I wanted to scold and fuck him senseless, and him being AWOL was getting in my way. I fantasized about fucking his mouth the last time and got a bit horny. Maybe I would see him around the complex, I thought to myself. If I did, I was definition going to get him alone in my lair. My week went as usual, working, adulting and having a few private cam sessions. But no Mr. Asshole.

Tuesday morning I was running on my treadmill when there was a knock on the door. I was only in a sports bra and shorts, I grabbed a hand towel to wipe my sweat and opened the door. Sure enough, there he was; tall, sexy, quiet and needing to be disciplined very bad.

"Hi, I'm here to follow up on the leak you had last week." He had a stack of work orders in one hand, an envelope in the other.

I moved and gesture for him to come in. "No problem come on in." I locked the door behind him and smelled him as he waked past. He smelled great. A combination of hard work and cologne. I don't know, maybe I was just horny but I had to be careful and not lose focus and let him fuck me this morning.

"So have you been having any problems with what was done for the problem?" He walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink. I had him cornered now, and he was going to have to answer for letting himself inside my apartment and doing whatever he thought he wanted to.

"No, I don't have a problem with the sink, the guy fixed that. I do have problem with you letting yourself inside my place and leaving those flowers. Who told you to come into my place?"

I was standing there hands on my hips, pussy lightly fussy, nipples hard as fuck, but I had to make my point. He had his eyes to the floor.

"I had the orders from management to check all the heating vents in the building. I left the flowers to show you I was thinking of you. I apologize goddess if I offended you."

"Well I am offended. I hate flowers and I hate when men- especially my subs overstep their boundaries." I stepped closer to him. His eyes never left the floor. I put a finger under his chin and made his eyes meet mine. "So I have a punishment in mind for you...are you free for the next couple hours?"

Fast forward thirty minutes later and Mr. Asshole was "tied up" literally. I had him straddled across a bench with his hands tied, while I gave him short fast lashes on his tight backside. His huge cock was useless yet again, and barely hard at all while he had to endure the pain I inflicted.

"Pop!"

Mr. Asshole groaned and squirmed. The hair on his ass cheeks couldn't hide the thick red lashes my riding crop delivered. I gave him a few more in secession.

"Thwack...PoP...Thwack" I realized I needed a name for him though his nickname was funny and easy to remember. I found a creative way to get it.

"Tell me your name you asshole!" I said as I trailed the crop up in between his legs, until I reached his balls. I began to slightly tap them.

"Scott. My name is Scott Wesner Goddess." He was facing away from me trying to look back and please himself with the sight of me. I was completely naked accept for heels.

"Thwack!" I hit him across the ass. "Scott. Are you going to come into my space without asking me again?"

Silence.

"Thwack...Thwack...Thwack!" He threw his head back and arched his back. "No Goddess! No I promise."

I positioned myself on all fours in front of him still bound to the bench. My round ass was just out of reach of his tongue and mouth but so close he could see my pretty juicy holes. I teased him a bit, fingering my pussy in and out, and gaping my asshole driving him crazy.

"Goddess, can I please?"

I looked back at him still holding my ass open. "Can you please do what?"

"Can I please tongue your ass?" His breathing was deep and raspy.

I moved back just close enough that his tongue went in my asshole. Drove a shiver up my spine and I moved back meeting his tongue thrusts. My back arched, I held one nipple between my fingers and let Scott bring me to orgasm. My pussy juices ran down my leg. I was still very interested in seeing more of what Mr. Asshole could do. I untied him. He rubbed his wrists after being tied for so long, and stood up to show that big proud cock of his standing at attention. His eyes burned into mine but I was still in complete control.

"Scott, my tits need some attention, come and lick me now."

I laid on the bed in front of him. He proceeded to smell my skin. He started at my neck and without any hands on me he licked down between my tits. My nipples already rock hard anticipating a hard lick or suck. When his tongue touched my nipple my back arched and I wanted him to touch me, but he showed restraint and he only did as instructed. He sucked my nipples and circled them licking and sucking until I could hardly take anymore. I pushed his head down to my pussy, which was soaking wet from him loving on my titties. He was at the foot of my bed sucking and licking me for all he was worth. I looked down at him while he satisfied me. When I reached my third and final orgasm, It was a very wet dripping nut. I pushed his head back from my pussy and stood up in front of him.

"Time to cum slave. Show me how you make that cock cum. You're a dirty fucking creep. Grip that cock tight!"

He stroked his cock tightly staring into my eyes. He wasn't so overbearing when he was on his knees. He was shorter than me. I turned around and put my ass back into his face.

"Stroke that big cock Scott. Cum for your Goddess." I pushed my ass back into his face, and he came at the same moment, splashing onto the back of my ankle. It was a lot of cum. He let out a loud groan and got his final licks before retreating. I turned to him and wiped a bit of me off of his lip.

"Good job My pet."

"Thank you goddess. That was nice." He said while getting up and getting into his clothes. He got some cum on my floor again, but this time I spared him the cum shirt walk of shame. I stayed naked, not bothering to get my robe. He buttoned his collared shirt to the top and buckled his belt. Last he stepped into his boots. While tying them he said

"Goddess, the envelope in the kitchen is for you."

I passed him a wet paper towel. He only used it to wipe his hands. I guess he wanted my pussy juice all over him for the remainder of the day. There was still not many words between us. I think I made my point perfectly clear, and got a bunch of orgasms while doing it. He picked up his stack of papers and looked though my peephole before letting himself out. I locked the door and rested my back against the door while thinking. Mr. Asshole was Strong, silent, and hung. I had to be careful with him or I would end up letting him have the sweeter side of me. The phone rang, I grabbed the envelope on the way to get the phone.

"Hello?" I opened the envelope and flipped through the money. A voice came through the phone.

"I need you goddess..."