It’s Friday, late afternoon, almost evening. You’re still in the office (the only one in the office) because you work harder than those around you. You’re not in the best of moods because you realize you will have to either stay until 10 pm or take work home with you to do over the weekend. Your wife is going to be out with her girlfriends, leaving you an empty house to come home to. You decide to head home.

As soon as you walk in the door, you remember your wife told you that you’d need to fend for yourself for dinner. She didn’t leave anything easy for you to heat up. Your choices are between cooking something yourself, going back out and picking up take-out, or ordering from a delivery service. You’re tired, you’re achy, and your neck feels stiff. Pizza delivery it is. You make a call. And then you wait.

And you wait. And you wait. You wonder what in the heck is taking a pizzeria that is only 2.4 miles away so long to make and bring you just a simple pepperoni pizza. You call the restaurant. After being put on hold, the dippy teenager on the other end tells you that they’re making it now and it should be there soon. Your frustration grows. After 20 more minutes, you get a call from the manager apologizing for the delay but assuring you that they are making it as he speaks. You bark at him for the situation and then hang up.

Not even 5 minutes later, the phone rings again. You don’t look at the number before answering, “What?”

“Excuse me?” you hear me say.

“Holy shit, Ashlee. Your velvety voice is the most beautiful sound on the planet. You can’t know how good it feels to hear you right now.” You go on to tell me about your frustrations at work, the long hours, and the shit-show that’s happening with the pizza. I listen attentively, uttering sympathetic bits of encouragement as you get everything off of your chest.

“Babe, you need a nice, hard fuck.” You immediately realize the value in what I’ve just said and your shock and silence tells me that you couldn’t agree more. I go on to tell you that “You need to have your balls emptied above anything else right now. I’m on my way over.”

You open the door with a scowl on your face as you thought you’d be met with the floundering delivery doofus. Your expression quickly changes to delight when you see me. I enter, pin you against the wall and begin to make out with you. You can feel the stress leaving your body. The blood flows from all places to your erection when you feel my hand pawing at your crotch through your pants. Within seconds, your bulge is causing your pants to become tighter. “Take your clothes off for me, baby. There’s no reason we shouldn’t be naked right now.”

We make our way to your bedroom. I’ve barely spread my legs before you’re on top of me, reaching with your fingers to find my clit. After just a few seconds of playing with it, I let out a moan. It’s enough to ignite your balls into overdrive. You plunge straight into my pussy with your engorged cock, driving it deep into me. Your eyes close, your head arches back, and you grab my hips to pull yourself further into my tightness.

I know that you love me, babe. I also know that you’d do anything for me. But at this very moment, it’s about you and fulfilling your primal needs as a man. “Fuck me hard, lover. I want that rigid cock slamming into me, balls deep! I want to feel your cock pulsating inside of me until all of that cum that’s festering in your tight balls explodes from them, shoots out through your cock, and sprays up inside of me.”

Moments later, you collapse on the bed next to me. I’m left panting for air and your cum is still trickling out of my full pussy. As we lay there motionless, you open up one eye and softly say, “Thank you, Ash.”

“It’s my pleasure, baby. I’ll always cum to your rescue!”



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