Just Had To Do It

My hobby is cooking. I absolutely love it, and, I’ve been told, I’m very good at it too. Not since my student days have I eaten a store-made pizza. All those preservatives.....makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it.  But.....two days ago I had the day from hell. We were non-stop from 8:00, and since I was on call the previous 24 hours, my day had started at around 6:00. It seemed that the day was the day of choice for patients to break teeth or have some other kind of dental emergency.  I had gone from 06:00 through to 19:00 non stop...and I mean non stop. I managed a pee around mid day and that was it.  When I got home I was exhausted and starving. Even I couldn’t be bothered with cooking, so, phone book, and pizza.  I chose the best looking store, and their prices seemed to reflect their “100% fresh on the day” boast for their ingredients. So, order placed, a promise from them of twenty minutes, and me a quick dunk in the shower.  I was out and robed just as the doorbell rang. I opened it, and holy fuck.....I’ve never seen such a walking god before! He was African American, I’d guess about 18/19, and utterly beautiful.  Unlike Homer Simpson, whose brain once said “eatthepuddingeatthepuddingeatthepudding.” Mine said “fuckthepizzaguyfuckthepizzaguyfuckthepizzaguy.” i let my bathrobe fall open and he saw everything.  In that nanosecond I was wet, really wet. I can be a real whore sometimes. “You’re call.....cash tip, or cash tip,and fuck me.”  The next minute I was bending over my couch and he was in me. All I wanted in the entire world was his dick, deeper, faster, harder. I actually wanted it to hurt. His hands on my hips, pulling me backwards against his thrusts, and that dick....Oh. My.God, that dick. I don’t know, because I didn’t see it if it was actually an elephant’s trunk, but it could have been, and I couldn’t care less if it was.  I had a friend who claimed her boyfriend could “fuck my cares away”, and this guy was doing that with my exhaustion.  I felt his finger against my asshole and it slipped inside. I came....and came....and came....and came. I would have loved that dick up my ass, but he didn’t try that....oh, it would have been sublime agony to try to take it, but i was that into it at that moment, I would have rebelled in the pain of it. Hmmmm pain....I hadn’t thought I’d like that, yet here I was being stretched way beyond what might be called pleasurable, and loving every thrust.  I felt him cum in me. He didn’t even try to pull out, or even ask. Not that I minded in the least. He came, I came, and when he eventually pulled out of me, a cascade of sperm ran down my legs. Another shower later, then. He got a big tip, after all, I’d had his tip, and a lot more beside.  I forgot all about the pizza and staggered, literally staggered upstairs, and collapsed on my bed smiling from ear to ear.  The following morning...a day off thank God....I woke actually feeling sore. Deliciously sore. I relived the events of last night...how sudden it was, how unspoken. No seduction, just and invitation from me to fuck me.....how savage that fucking was. It almost felt like being forced. My clit throbbed but I was starving. I must have been hungry to override my clit which usually takes precedence.  A cold pizza lay in its box, and I took a look at it before binning it. After all, it hadn’t been in the fridge and it was a warm night.  I walked to the kitchen behind my couch and my foot landed in something wet. Damn, sperm on the carpet. I’ll have to clean that later.  Oh well....at least I know where my next pizza is coming from.