Viper looked over the newest reports. She had thought that maybe the Rocket had been unsuccessful at first when he came back alone. Only for him to bring in a bag load of cash a day later. When she had asked where it came from, he just smiled.
"The Gym leader and I have reached an arrangement." He didn't say how it was reached, but she noticed he seemed to have acquired an invitation to the private tea ceremonies. The newest income stream being funneled in by Erika was enormous. The profits from the grass princess's perfume empire last week were more than what the game corner brought in a month. By no means an easy task to achieve. Especially since the Cerulean gym sisters had begun putting on shows. Drawing in crowds that tripled every night they performed. As she heard it the shows were more stimulating than what were performed back home. As she thought about catching a show that night herself the phone ranged.
"Adam Viper. Who is- BOSS!", her poster corrected itself as if he was there in person.
"Y-Yes, he has been very successful in-… A private meeting? Er- Yes I'll send him up right away!" Giovanni had already ended the call before she was finished talking. Sweat was beading down her back. Biting on her thumbnail she yelled for someone to get the Rocket.
'This is the big times now you grunt. I hope you can swing another miracle, because now you got the big Boss' attention.'
He just knocked on the door. No schemes were going to be needed, no tools prepared. A Mr. Mine in an apron opened the door. Looked him over with an uncertain glance, hesitant to let the Team Rocket member in.
"Who is it Miney?", came a sweet motherly voice announcing herself. A beautiful woman appeared looking over her Pokémon. Her amber eyes reflected gorgeously in the sun light. "Oh, it's you!", She smiled clapping her hands up to her face. "It's okay Miney. Let him in, and please be a dear and set a chair for him." Her Pokémon glared at him but obeyed his master. Delia beamed happy for the surprise company and continued talking happily as she let him in. Not strangers at all. The two often saw each other at the local Kink club.
"If I had known you were coming, I would have made myself up. I must look a mess." She giggled running a hand through her long auburn hair. Fixing whatever imaginary messiness she saw.
"The opposite in fact.", He complimented, "You're looking very lovely today." He followed behind. Enjoying the little extra sway show up in her step. They went to the living room where her Pokémon pulled him up a chair. Delia wasted no time in talking about the recent fun and trouble of running the only restaurant in town. She mentioned her son, a trainer now in his twenties, and his most recent travels abroad. The Rocket smiled and nodded as he listened. Enjoying a cup of tea she poured him, and commenting appropriately as she spoke. He had never been to her house, and as he looked around it, he could see all the pictures of the mother and her child along with their friends throughout the years. Noticing Misty was in a few as well, he chuckled finding that funny. Finally, Delia came to a break about the recent going ons in her life and asked him why he had decided to visit.
"I wish I could say I just wanted to stop in, but it's work related."
"You're not here for my Miney are you?", she teased to the determent of suddenly going pale, paler, in the face.
"I would sooner quit and go straight. I couldn't do that to a former Rocket."
"More like former old Rocket. I still have my uniform somewhere in my closet, but it be hopeless trying to get on. A miniskirt from your youth just becomes a belt. One you can't even get up past your thighs in your forties." The image she conjured up in his head made his cock twitch. The Rocket could feel his cheeks warm as he glanced at how the long blur skirt she wore molded itself against shapely legs.
"What a sight that would be to…", He followed them up to sloop of her mature hips, "Take in." There was an underlining hint of a growl in the last two words. Delia laughed with a rosey color spreading across her face, "It would be silly! But oh no I interrupted you. Please go on. Something for work?"
"Orders came in from the top."
"From Von-von!", she gasped.
'Von-Von?'He ignored the cute nickname she had for the leader of a criminal empire. "He sent me here to get back some important files you had. I don't know exactly what he wants, he was rather vague about it, but do you still have some old files laying around?"
Delia looked up to the ceiling in thought. Confusion written across her face, "No…All I kept was my uniform, but no paperwork or…"
There was a lightbulb he could see light up, and she sprung up to her feet. "Ah! Maybe he's talking about-" Delia poured over a collection of books on a nearby shelf, "Here it is!"
She withdrew a photo album that looked only a slightly bit faded in its green color. Keeping it seal was a little heart shaped lock in need of a good polishing. She handed it to him and took off searching for the key.
"I almost forgot I even had that!", She called out from the kitchen where he could hear her rummaging around the drawers. "I have the key somewhere…Here it is!" Holding it up victoriously as she came back. Taking a seat on the arm of his chair Delia leaned over his shoulder. This close he could smell the pleasant aroma of fresh baked bread lingering on the woman. He held the book up while she undid the lock.
"I haven't looked through this in forever. I always kept it locked so Ash never saw, but oh~ look at me!", She pointed to a picture from when she had to be seventeen. A slimmer more punk Delia wearing a biker jacket scowled at whoever was taking the picture. "A real trouble maker weren't you?", He chuckled looking at the other pictures. Delia seemed to narrate as he looked, "I used to be so rebellious then. Staying out late to the break of dawn, partying with a real wild crowd. We would ride motorcycles all over Kanto picking fights. Then I met my sweet Von-von."
It was something to see a youthful Giovanni. He was still an imposing youngster, but there wasn't so sharp an edge to his face. Less lines from future heavily scowling. He hadn't developed a taste for fine suits yet. Being seen throwing an arm around Delia at some concert in a denim vest. Covered in rocker patches and bright hair dye on both their heads. A few pages flipped, and the transition into the organization's early years was documented before him. Delia was standing among the original Rockets founders. Just a little bit older in brand new black uniform, just a little different from that issued to new recruits, consisting of a midriff black shirt and the iconic R, and a small black matching skirt that showed off her legs. There were more pictures of her and Vo- uh Giovanni together. Dates, first crappy apartment, etc.
Delia sighed wistfully, "I'm still a little sad we broke up, but it was for the best. I realized I just wanted something different in life than him."
"You made a good one for yourself."
She smiled softly at him and rubbed his shoulder affectionately. Moving up to his neck getting a knot he didn't know he had. "I'm too sweet to be a bad girl anymore."
"You don't have to be bad. There's too many villains in this world already, and we like good girls." He cast a glance up at her, "There fun for us to tempt and corrupt." Delia shifted needing to suddenly look away. While she composed herself, he looked back at the scrape book.
"This could be what he wanted me to retrieve. There's a lot of information here for anyone trying to dig up something. A few of these people are now situated in top positions of business, and government. This little scrapbook could end their careers in a heartbeat."
Delia nodded, "I remember now. He had to defend me a few times from everyone else because I took pictures of everything." They both laughed. He turned a page and realized that wasn't the reason at all.
"Of everything." Delia leaned back over his shoulder, not seeming to realize she pressed her soft bust against his face and squeaked turning bright pink. Rows of candid pictures of the Boss of Team Rocket. All of them barely wearing anything but the gag and tape he was wrapped up in. Some had a petite foot, the Rocket guessed belonged to Delia, stepping over a hard erect cock. There was a whole collection on the next page just of Giovanni's face shoved between her legs looking pathetically in love. Delia had multiple pictures, all in different locations, of him covered in his own erupting excitement at whatever she had done to him. Delia grabbed the book and pulled it to her chest still bright as a spring flower.
A crackle of energy had just been charged into the air between them. Delia was fanning her own face embarrassed he had seen what she had done. "I completely forgot we even used to do that hehehe.", She laughed awkwardly.
"I think he had as well until recent." He just smiled impressed at what he'd seen. That was a new fact about the Boss he was going to save for later. 'He must have been thinking about old girlfriends on a lonely pent up night. After the post-nut clarity it hit him this evidence still exists.' Amusing to think of a cruel man who inspired fear with his mere presence sweating bullets about the time his little girlfriend made a seat out of his face. The Rocket took in the filled out voluptuous body of the milf and imagined Giovanni beating himself up at losing her. "Delia is it okay that I take that book back?"
Tucking some hair behind her ear, she took in a calming breath. Putting a surprise glimpse into her dominatrix days behind her with a smile. "If I said no?"
He smiled right back, "I would have to take it."
"Oh no~ Give me just one second. Miney dear.", She called out to her Pokémon. Holding up the book she pointed to it, "Can you please make this disappear till I say otherwise." The little butler who had been keeping an eye on them raised a finger. With a wave of it the book glowed a bright blue before vanishing from sight. Delia clapped her hands together, "Thank you Miney dear. You can take a break outside, and don't worry about anything you hear." The Mr. Mine rubbed the back of his head looking worried tried to argue, but Delia cut it short. With a glare at their guest, he left leaving them alone together in the house.
Delia, still with her hands together, turned back to the Rocket, and offered them. Looking happy with herself ready for some rough play. "Aren't you something." The Rocket as he took ahold of her wrists. He pulled Delia making her fall over across his lap. She squealed like a schoolgirl as he pulled back on her ponytail.
"For all that sweet act. You're still just a little Slut!"
SMACK, his hand punctuated the word across her ass. A throaty groan purred from the woman. "No I'm not~AH!" He yanked up her skirt revealing the cotton pink panties she wore. She didn't get a chance to comment as he began repeatedly spanking her, the heavy strikes echoed out along with her cries. His hand throbbed with the stinging pain equal to the red her white skin turned from the hits.
"Ouch! Ah! AH! FU-!", She bit back the word she was too sweet to say.
He pulled on her hair speaking maliciously into her ear, "What a filthy mouth. Maybe I should just shove something large, and thick down it. Make the only sound coming out of it a sloppy gagging noise." He hooked her panties at the crotch around his finger pulling them up. Wedging them between her soaking wet pussy lips. She moaned as he played with them.
"Please~ Don't do that. My little mouth couldn't possibly take it. See!", Delia opened it like she was expecting a bite of cake. He gripped her face keeping it open. Growling in his deep voice, "All I see is a cock starved whore." Spitting in her mouth Delia swallowed the gift. Moaning as if it was delicious. "Get on the floor. I want you on your toes.", he commanded with a cheek stinging slap to the face.
Delia hurried to the floor, spurred on by more painful hits to her ass. As she balanced squatting down on the balls of her feet he got up. Grabbing her roughly by the hair, and pressing her flushed face against the bulged printing in his pants. Her bedroom eyes went from it, back to him, and back to it. Chewing on her lips as she tentatively outlined it with her finger, "Are you really going to rape my little hungry mouth with this big cock?", her voice sweet, playful, and wanton. The Rocket undid his belt with one hand, "Yes, and if you don't spill a drop I'll fuck all your other holes too. Now get to work Bitch."
He cracked his belt whipping her backside. Delia jolted crying out from the pain, but didn't beg him to stop. Quickly undoing his pants to free the monster cock it hung over her face. Obscuring her vision, drowning her brain with his scent. Licking her lips as she admired it. He whipped her again when she attempted to use her hands to stroke it. She hissed with pain as he roughly pulled her hair, "No hands. Just these dick sucking lips." He ran a thumb over them, "Understood?"
Delia kissed his thumb with a smile, "Yes Sir." Kissing from it to the shaft prodding her in the face. Burying her face into his balls she huffed the smell of his sex. Kissing and sucking on his balls back up the bottom of his cock. Running her tongue flat up the length to just under the crown. Then back down again bringing him satisfaction. He ran his hand through her hair letting her know how good it felt. "Good girl, now open wide for me.", he praised her. Giggling happy with herself Delia began to blow him. Taking his head into her mouth with the first few inches easily. Her mouth wet, hot, and her satisfying tongue running under his cock.
Only stopping at the point she began to gag. The tears building up in the corner of her eyes only making him harder. She drew back, taking a controlled breath, and repeatedly bobbed her head. Making his cock slick with her drool. Vibrating it with her moans as if it was a delicious meal. He slipped the thin leather of his belt around her throat. Pulling it tightly cutting off any chance she could breath. Constricting her tight throat around his size even more. Delia shifted her balance, turning a light blue in the face. Still she didn't make any move to free herself. Keeping his cock down her throat blocking the air way. Gagging as she went lightheaded with tears streaming down her face. Giving it some slack she had a chance to breath. Taking a deep inhale through her noise Delia weakly moaned. Her eyelids heavy and drunk.
Whining as he withdrew his cock from her air passage, but he quickly slammed it back in. Pulling tight on his belt to choke her some more. He flexed his biceps as he used the belt as a leash for the face fucking. Delia didn't fight it, letting herself become nothing more than a toy to be used. She only braced herself against the coffee counter so she wouldn't fall over.
Existing off the small slivers of breath she could take when he loosened the belt before pulling it tight again. Feeling his balls bouncing off of her chin that was covered in her drool. It dripped off falling onto her shirt.
"This is all this mouth of yours is good for.", He growled gripping her hair.
"Hungry little cock slut~ I could use your help teaching some little cunts how to do it right." Delia made a happy gargled noise. He was close and became even rougher with her face. Slamming her face flatly against his stomach. Pulling his belt tight, squeezing so tightly his cock became trapped down her throat.
"If you spill a drop this is over.", He threatened unsure if she could even hear, but Delia's throat muscles began to work overtime. Squeezing his cock till it came blasting a thick stream of white cum down her throat. Delia's eyes shot wide open at the volume she had to swallow, but she didn't let a single drop spill. As the Rocket rode out the explosive joy of his orgasm he loosened the belt. Slowly he withdrew his cock she kept herself suctioned to. Cleaning him off as he took it out. The milf made a show with her mouth open showing him the pool of white collected in her mouth. She had to keep her head tilted back to keep it inside her lips.
"Good job. Now swallow it."
Delia shut her mouth smiling as she savored the taste before taking a large gulp. Making the noise of enjoying a delicious meal before showing him it was all gone. "Can I please have more~"
He pulled her head back by her hair, "As you wish." The Rocket pushed her to the floor, tearing off her clothes. Shredding off her shirt and skirt as she giggled and screamed excitedly.
Delia arched her back putting her ass up in the air wiggling for attention. The Rocket forced her arms behind her back, and using his belt tied them together. He pulled down her panties leaving her soaking wet sex open to be abused. His fingers stroked her, spreading her lips, and running over them. Delia trembled swallowing a pitiful cry as he began fingering her. Sinking his digits all the way in. Enjoying how her body squeezed tightly around them. Lining up his cock he pressed into her. Delia didn't try to stay quiet. Groaning out in pleasure as he buried every inch of his cock splitting its way inside her. He didn't take it slow after seeing just how easily she took him. The Rocket gripped possessively onto her hips as he bucked into her, making her whole body shake with recoil at each thrust. His cock took away her ability to think about anything else. Delia moaned wantonly, begging to be fucked harder.
"Please~Hurt me mor-AH!", He slapped her ass hard. His hand cracking against it leaving a solid red print of the hand. Gripping a hand around her throat he chocked her from behind as he didn't stop slamming his hips. Delia grunted as she came closer to the edge of cumming. She just needed a little bit of help. The Rocket's deep voice whispered in her ear, "I'm not pulling out. I'm going to fill you up and leave you with my bastard to raise. I'm going to make you a mommy again."
"I'm going to be a Mommy again~", Delia sighed dreamily as her hold on his cock became tighter. He felt her body begin to twitch under him, her choked voice growing higher, and then she jerked cumming so hard it almost made him do the same. He didn't slow down. Pounding into her making her scream out from the overstimulation. Quickly building her up into a second orgasm that finished him. His cock erupted inside sending his seed deep into her womb. Delia's sweet warm voice hitched as she whimpered.
It got him hard again, so they fucked for another hour. In the end the Rocket got the book, and Delia a little while later broke the news to her son that he was going to be an older brother.