I Had a Bad Day

I spent over twenty years working as a critical care paramedic. During that time I had many upheavals in my life. Some of them good. Others not so much.

I had been dating a woman long enough that we had decided to move in together. On the subject of sex, this was a great idea, as we had some form of sexual interaction daily, if not more frequently. None of it was ever bad.

On the job, there were good days and bad days. Supposedly, this is just like any other job out there. Except for one small detail this holds true. When folks have bad days in "any other job," it typically does not involve someone dying, being horribly mangled in an accident, or some other medical emergency or traumatic event. My days had more than a few of those.

After working nearly 19 hours of a 12 hour shift, I was having a particularly bad day. In part because of the reasons stated above, but also in part because of the absolute bullshit our dispatch for the ambulance company I was working for liked to pull. For instance, why was I still there, 7 hours after my shift had ended, just to sit and watch a wide spot in the road, just in case, because no relief was available for us yet. I get 15, 20, 30 minutes, maybe even an hour. At some point, it passes beyond believability into absurdity.

We communicated during the day while I was at work, my girlfriend and I. Obviously this communication occurred in-between the jobs I did throughout the day. She knew what a shit day I was having, and she was determined to make it better on my return home.

Finally, I was released from work, and allowed to go for the day. Thankfully, it was my last day of the rotation and I had four full days off coming to me. If not, my next shift would have started a mere five hours later. Calling my girlfriend on the way home, as per usual, we spoke about many things, except what she had in store for me.

As I pulled in the U-driveway of our large farmhouse (three barns, 600 acres, such like that) I parked my truck. Not knowing what was in store for me, I proceeded through the garage into the laundry room. Did I mention it was high summer, and hot as Hades? Well, walking into the cool of the house was already a bit of relief. I proceeded, after doffing my boots, into the kitchen where she typically greeted me.

Our kitchen is a very large, old fashioned farm kitchen. Think of those old photos/paintings where four or five people are working comfortably in a kitchen together and not in each other's way. I turned in there and beheld a site that made me forget all my troubles of the day in an instant.

My son was with his mother. Her boys were with their father. We were home alone. Naturally, this lended her the ability to greet me in that spacious kitchen, lounging (if one can be lounging) on one of the barstools therein. She was clad in a scrumptious bit of fetish wear. The top was a leather crop top that barely covered her ample DD breasts. It was held in place by the barest straps and formed to her upper torso so well. Her fit and trim stomach remained exposed over the leather mini skirt that was barely long enough to be deserving of the name. Beneath that, between her spread legs, I could see an tiny little thong keeping Victoria's Secret! All of it was black, one of my favorite colours! It also complimented her dark, Bohemian skin and hair nicely.

After my jaw settles from bouncing off of the floor, I know instantly what is required of me. I press myself against her, kissing her passionately as my hands begin to fondle her ample bosom. This is only an intermediate stage of the initial foreplay, as one hand runs lightly down her stomach to begin massaging the panties I had glimpsed earlier. My kisses migrated across her cheek to her neck and up to her earlobe. Her moans were evidence of the pleasure I was already bringing to her. The strain of my clitty against my own panties showed just how excited I was myself.

My fingers quickly found their way past the already wet panties and began a sensual dance against her clit and labia. Stroking and rubbing the very flesh to drive her instantly wild. It wasn't long until she had reached down and pushed my fingers deep inside of her as she squirted out her first orgasm.

I'm a large mammal. As such, I really enjoy enjoy eating. Pussy, is one of my favorite dishes. And let me tell you, the more she squirms and squirts, the hungrier I get. So, feeling her ecstasy splash against my hand was more than I could resist. My mouth left her earlobe, worked it's way down over her leather clad breasts, though, as I think on it, I'm fairly sure my free hand had exposed as much of that supple flesh as the straps of the top would allow. I'm quite certain that I must have paused in my southward migration to pay attention to those peaks. However, the sustenance they provided wasn't what my current appetite required to be satiated. As such, I continued down until I was kneeling between her legs. The height of the stool was perfect.

Now, many folks like to instantly remove any clothing bits that happen to be in the way of whatever their sexual desires are currently objectifying. Mine trend in a different way. Panties are my biggest fetish. As such, I only slid that thong to the side before my mouth and tongue began to work on her soaking wet vagina!

As the meme says, if you're going to eat pussy, you should do it with the same exuberance that Winnie the Pooh face fucks a jar of honey. I lost count of the number of orgasms I caused during this feasting somewhere around five. I was soaked. My uniform, my hair, the floor, were all positively drenched in her exuberance! At some point she had started begging me to fuck her. Well, obviously, no matter how much pleasure you are bringing to a woman, ignoring her requests becomes just downright rude.

One thing had to happen first. Well, two actually. First, as I stood up, I pulled my phone from my uniform pocket and took pictures of a woman who's pussy has been more than thoroughly eaten. Including close ups of the preferred dish. Secondly, I had to divest myself of my uniform. This I did with great alacrity.

There was no question of my readiness or willingness to proceed with the fucking requests. My clitty was as proudly erect as any example you care to bring to mind. This, I thrust inside of her pussy, driving it to the hilt.

Returning my mouth to hers, we kissed out our passion as I began to thrust myself in and out of her. With the flawless rhythm of a drummer, I built myself up to a crescendo as I pumped in and out of my girlfriend. She moaned out at least two more orgasms, leaving me and the floor even more wet than we already were. On her third orgasm since my clitty's invasion of her vagina, I too came. My hot sperm burst forth from the tip of my clitty as deeply inside of her as I could push it.

We remained in our post-orgasmic, blissful embrace for an unknown time. Eventually, we did have to part. As I pulled from her, my cream pie began to leak out. This too, became part of the days photo collection.

I still have those pics of the well eaten, then well fucked pussy in my collection. As I conclude my tale, believe that every word of it is absolutely true, for it is. I hope you have enjoyed.