9 comments/ 35056 views/ 3 favorites The End to a Very Bad Day By: lioness_71 I was home from work by 4:25. It was a beautiful Thursday, and I went in early today so I could get in a decent bike ride after work. I've only been biking for 5 years, but at 30 years old, I'm doing close to 2500 miles in summer. My long legs are built for biking, and I find it very relaxing. After the first 10 miles, I just go into this zone. It also makes me horny. That's not the reason I go biking, but it is an added bonus. I stripped off my office clothes and replaced them with my biking outfit; shorts and a moisture-wick tank top. The 'darks' basket was getting full so I dumped it in the wash machine and started that up. I checked on the ingredients for supper, and then wrote a note on the white board -- "Went biking 4:30, fajitas for supper, darks in wash." With any luck, Mike will switch them to the dryer when he gets home a little after 5:00 and fold them when they're dry. I hate laundry! I grabbed my gear, checked over my bike, locked up the house and headed out. ******** Today sucked! That idiot Edwards did nothing with the project, and he's had it for over 3 weeks! He didn't check the facts, research any companies, or do any projections, NOTHING! So guess what I get to do today? Yup, you guessed it. I get to check facts, research companies, and work out all the projections, because the project deadline is tomorrow, and I need this research to complete my portion of it. Why doesn't Edwards do it today? I'll tell you why. Because he has a dentist appointment in the morning and took the whole day off because of it. What kind of grown man takes a Thursday off to get his teeth cleaned? I'll tell you that to. The kind of idiot that wants a 4 day weekend, I will bet money he calls in sick tomorrow. I found all this out this morning, first thing. I had Sandy cancel all my appointments for the day and reschedule them for next week. Then I had to start the project. I figure 3 hours fact checking, 4 hours researching, 2 hours with projections. Then my work shouldn't take more than 2 hours. I'm 52 years old, I don't need this kind of crap. Sandy came in at 10 to say all the appointments were rescheduled. I might have grunted something at her, I don't remember. She came in again around 1:30 with a chicken salad sandwich and some coffee. "I thought you might like a break. You should eat something, Mike." That was the highpoint of my day; Sandy bringing in a sandwich because I had completely forgotten about lunch. I thanked her, and went back to researching. I finished early, just before 7PM that night. My eyes hurt. My neck and back are sore. I had a headache and I was still in a bad mood. I sent copies of the finished project out to the three people who required it. Then I sent the project, in a separate e-mail, to the owner of the company, Don. I wrote a short note in the e-mail stating I would never work with Edwards again. I paced the room a bit, and reread the e-mail. Then I edited it a bit to sound less like a ranting lunatic and more like a professional. I also added that I was taking a personal day tomorrow. I e-mailed Sandy and asked her to reschedule my Friday appointments. I also thanked her again for the sandwich. I headed out of my office, and before I got 10 steps, my phone rang. It was Don. He must have been waiting for the project, because that was a very fast response. "Hey, Mike. That bad, huh?" I started working with Don when I was 24. That was almost 30 years ago. I've been managing accounts and training people here for the last 20 of those years. He knows me pretty good, and can tell when I'm angry. We had a lengthy conversation about Edwards that night. We talked as I walked out of the building and locked it up. We talked as I walked to the truck and headed out of the parking lot. We talked until I was almost home. I'm not usually a vindictive person, but Edwards is a slacker. He never finishes anything, and always finds excuses to pass projects off to someone else. Don said he would talk to Edwards tomorrow. I laughed and said I'd give him $100 if Edwards showed up on Friday. Then I had to explain the 4 day weekend theory to Don. Don's a smart man. He would check with other people in the office, and get rid of anyone interfering with the flow of work. I felt a little guilty, but still it was a very bad day. I needed a beer and a shower. ******** What a glorious day! I finished my 27 mile bike ride at 6:45, put my bike and gear away and headed inside. Mike's truck wasn't home yet. I checked my phone and there were no messages. If he was going out with friends he would have called. I switched the laundry from the washer to the dryer. Did I mention I hate laundry? I drank a big glass of water, stripped off my clothes, grabbed my jammies, and headed for the shower to wash off the dirt and road grime. I was wearing my Green Bay Packers boy shorts, and a black tank top when I made my way into the kitchen to start supper. I draped a towel over my shoulders to catch the water dripping off my red hair. I'm not traditional in any way, shape or form. I'm 6'2, about 250 lbs, and I have legs most football players would kill for. I bike every chance I get, I love swimming, and when I'm bored I go for walks through the state park behind the house. I just turned 30 last year, and I'm with a guy who's 52 years old. I never thought I'd end up with an 'old guy,' but he's cute, smart, has a great laugh, loves taller girls and is fully functional. We just sort of meshed. So, I'm pretty non traditional in every way. Mike's a fairly standard guy. He's a banker, about 170 lbs and gets to travel a bit for work. He has this salesman personality, and can just get along with everyone. He's about 5'10, has short salt and pepper hair, beautiful brown eyes, and an easy smile. I am just heading into the kitchen when I hear the garage door opening. I start pouring myself a glass of milk, before starting supper. I hear Mike opening the back door, and then a bunch of 'thuds.' So, now I have to go investigate. I drop the towel on a kitchen chair and head out of the kitchen into the long back hall. I see Mike dropping his bag and his jacket onto a newly formed pile of shoes. Right in the hallway! I am so not picking that up! I fold my arms across my chest and watch at him. Mike walks toward me, I lean forward to kiss him, and he reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair and bends me over the hall table. I hear it before I can react; that unmistakable 'whoosh' of air. WHACK! He slaps me hard on my right ass cheek. He's holding me down by a handful of hair, bent over the hall table. WHACK WHACK WHACK. My hands are grabbing the edge of the hall table, as I cry out. He stops long enough to pull my Packer shorts and my undies down to my knees. WHACK WHACK WHACK He uses his foot to push the shorts all the way to the floor. Then he nudges my leg and I step out of them. He kicks my legs farther apart. WHACK WHACK WHACK He slaps my ass and upper thighs, mostly the right side, but once or twice he gets the left. WHACK WHACK WHACK I can feel my ass starting to burn, especially the right side. I can hear Mike opening the zipper on his pants. One hand is still in my hair, the other is pressing his cock along my slit, feeling for my opening. I can feel the thick, hot head as he finds it. And then nothing happens. I wait a few seconds, waiting for him to thrust into me. I take a chance and look behind me. His eyes are closed, and his brow is furrowed. He opens his eyes and looks at me, and I realize he's not sure if he should continue. He's waiting for me to tell him "No" or "Stop." My pussy is dripping wet; it always is after a bike ride. The need he is radiating is making me horny. The spankings I just received have started a fire deep inside me. I look into his eyes and nod yes. Without even waiting an extra second, Mike slams into me. I'm dripping wet but it still hurts a little. Mike has an 8 inch cock with a nice big head. Again and again and again he pounds himself into me, using long powerful strokes. His cock is hard and hot as he uses my pussy. I'm grabbing onto the table trying to steady myself. I feel him releasing my hair, as I rest my chest on the table. Mike grabs both my wrists and pulls them behind my back, holding them there with his left hand. He continues to pound into me, occasionally pulling out long enough to slap me again. WHACK The fronts of my thighs are banging against the edge of the table with every thrust, and my knees are buckling. WHACK WHACK I can feel his strokes getting faster and more desperate. Six-Seven-Eight more strokes before he slams into me one last time and holds himself inside me. I can feel his cock exploding as he shouts out. Feel him pulsing and emptying inside me. He groans and slowly lays himself across my back. His cock is still inside me, I can hear his heavy breathing next to my ear. I stay motionless for a few moments, breathing as hard as he is. I think I might have been screaming. I can feel his cock still inside me, and it's not getting very much smaller. I slowly start to squeeze him, and I hear him groan. He stands up again, and pulls out. I can feel his cum running down my thighs. He grabs my hair again with one hand, and the bottom of my shirt in the other. He pushes me to the floor as he pulls my shirt over my head. He tosses my shirt next to my discarded shorts and panties. The cool wood floor feels so nice on my ass. His cock is bouncing before me, slick with moisture. He is still hard and that's very unusual. He reaches for me again and grabs a handful of my hair. I look up at him and lick my lips. He rubs his cock over my lips and cheek, before pressing himself into my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, sucking and licking our juices. He starts thrusting into my mouth, sometimes he goes too far and I start gagging. He pulls out and lets me recover before starting in again. I've never known him to remain hard after he has cum. If he cums first, he usually finishes me off with TTF (tongue, toys and fingers).I think this might be a long blowjob. After a few minutes, I start rubbing and rolling his balls as he's fucking my mouth. I can hear him growling when I hit the sensitive spot just behind his balls. My ass is starting to burn again, and it's distracting me, but I know what he likes. He puts a second hand into my hair as he picks up his pace, he's getting close. My jaw is starting to hurt and saliva is dripping down onto my tits. I slip my middle finger into my pussy, getting it wet. With my thumb on his sensitive spot, I slip my finger into his ass. I flick it against his prostate. He starts groaning as he presses himself deeper into my mouth. I feel his balls tighten up in my other hand. He growls and presses himself forward a bit too deep and I start gagging again as he cums. The first blast is in my mouth, the second and third are on my face as I cough. I now have cum and spit dripping down onto my chest. Mike releases my hair and I lean back against the wall. In a few seconds he is sliding down the wall next to me. We're both panting. I'm a mess on the floor, and Mike's still dressed. I see that his cock has started to shrink back to its normal, sated self. We lay against the wall, catching our breath. Mike slips his arm around me and we sit together. "Are you OK?" he finally asks. I think about it for a second and reply "No" He looks at me, very concerned. "Did I hurt you? Are you OK?" I laugh a little. "You've cum twice and I haven't cum at all. If you don't finish what you started, I'm going to explode." Mike laughs and calls me a brat. "You're gonna kill me!" I've heard this before, and my answer is always the same. "Yeah, but you gonna die with a smile on your face, so stop whining." We sit in silence for a few more minutes, neither of us sure we can stand yet. Every part of me is sore, my pussy, my ass (especially the right side), my thighs, my wrists, my jaw, my hair even hurts. I take a chance and ask what happened today. Mike just says he had a very bad day, and he'd rather talk about it tomorrow. I just nod and rest my head against him. Then he adds that the look I was giving him in the hallway when he got home just set him off. He knew exactly what I was thinking, that I was NOT going to clean up his mess. His only thought was that he was NOT going to take anymore crap today. Mike recovers quicker than I do and starts getting up off the floor first. He slips his cock back in his pants and offers me his hand. I'm not really sure I want to get up yet, but he's insistent. He pulls me to my feet, and kisses me. I'm covered in cum and saliva, so I try not to get his suit dirty. He steps aside and tells me to go take a shower. I tell him I just got out of the shower (it feels like an eternity ago, but it's probably less than half an hour). WHACK! I squeal as Mike pushes me toward the bathroom and he starts to walk away. "Where are you going?" Mike turns around, with a mischievous grin on his face, and says "To get the proper tools. You said I have a job to finish. Now get your ass in the shower!" (I'll leave that for the next story) The End to a Very Bad Day Ch. 02 I head for the bathroom as Mike makes his way to our bedroom. I flick on the lights and stand in front of the mirror. I'm shocked by how I look. Immediately I grab a hand towel and run it under the faucet in the sink. Starting on my face, I wipe the cum and saliva off my face and chin. Slowly working my way down my neck, and finally wiping the white sticky goo off my chest. Grabbing a brush, I quickly run it through my damp, thoroughly messed up, red hair. I notice a red handprint on my wrist, with a similar one on the other wrist. That's going to leave a mark. Looking down, I notice twin red marks on my upper thighs where they were banging against the hall table. Nervously I start turning around. Mike spanked my ass pretty hard, and often. The sensations I feel every time I move are still sharp, like pins. The burning is intense. I wonder what color my cheeks actually are. Ouch! My left side is a nice bright red; I can even see outlines of handprints. The right side is another story all together. Mike focused most of the spankings on that side. It's a dark red, almost purple. My thigh is close to that color, but not quite. I rub my hand along the surface, feeling the heat pouring off it. My hand looks pale by comparison. My desk job is going to be awful tomorrow. I notice Mike walking toward me. He's stripped off his clothes while I was cleaning up in here. There's just something sexy around a naked man, even if mine's over 50 years old. The confidence of his walk. The curve of the muscles as they lay over his shoulders. The way his biceps and triceps play against each other when his arms move. The sparse hairs covering his chest, with the little trail drawing my eyes down to his cock, gently swaying between his legs as he walks toward me. I remember how horny I was a few minutes ago as desire flames back to life between my legs. Mike walks into the bathroom; standing behind me he wraps his arms around me. Kissing my shoulder and neck, he asks again if I'm OK. I show him my wrists, and he kisses them. I show him my thighs and he gently rubs his hands over them. I place my hands over his, and guide them to my ass. He stands back to get a better look. In one of his completely annoying, but also completely irresistible 'cocky' moments, Mike lets out a low whistle and tells me I should be more careful when I ride my bike. My eyes roll, my head shakes, and Mike gets a light slap on his chest. He leans in and kisses my forehead, and then he kneels down behind me, his hands gently cupping my ass. I rest my hands on the countertop and spread my legs a little. Softly he kisses my dimples, and then he gently kisses all over my ass. I close my eyes and just enjoy the combination of feelings; the heat, the pin pricks, the soft caresses, the coolness of his skin against mine. Mikes' hand starts to meander up my inner thigh. I moan softly. While still kissing and gently biting my ass and thighs, Mike slips his hand between the moist folds of my sex. His fingers are slowly running along my crack; back and forth, again and again. "Please, Mike." I start begging him. Mike slips one finger inside me. My body reacts instantly and starts pressing back against him. With his finger sliding in and out of me, Mike stands up, kissing my back and shoulders. I spread my legs a bit farther, leaning over the counter a bit more. A few more blissful seconds pass before he pulls his finger out of me. It takes me a moment or two to realize my world has stopped. Confused, I turn to look at him. He has a grin on his face and says "I thought I told you to get your ass in the shower?" "Don't you dare stop! You can't. Please, Mike." The Evil Bastard, as I have started to think of him, tries to guide me to the shower. My legs are kind of wobbly, and he has to help me in. Leaning against the wall of the shower, I watch as The Evil Bastard turns on the shower and directs the spray of water over us. He takes me in his arms and starts kissing me. Softly at first, and getting more demanding as we go on. I can taste him as his tongue dances in and out of my mouth. My hands slide over his wet body, resting on his shoulders. I can feel his hands on my chest, cupping my tits. His thumbs slowly start rubbing my nipples. His mouth starts kissing and nibbling on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, and neck. "Ahh, Michael. That feels so good. Please make me cum." Mike steps back a bit. Did I mention he's an Evil Bastard? He takes the bath scrubbie and the lilac soap and holds them under the water. Slowly he rubs them together, creating a nice lather. I stand and just watch him, almost in a daze. My body is on fire; my mind isn't working very well. It's almost like I'm watching from somewhere far away. He turns back toward me, and slowly starts washing my body. Starting with my face, he glides his soapy hands over my arms, and chest, down my stomach. He spends a few extra excruciating minutes between my legs, teasing me. Then he finishes my pampering by soaping my long legs. Mike turns the water on me to rinse off the soap, and he gives himself a quick wash and then rinses himself. He turns the water off and I groan. It was warm under the water, and now I'm going to have to move again. Mike stands before me and kisses me again, his hands roaming down my body. One of his hands goes right between my legs, slipping inside me without even pausing. I can feel how sore my pussy is from our earlier encounter, as Mike slides one, then two fingers deep inside me. He kneels down in front of me as he leans forward and starts to suck on my clit. My hands grab at his head, trying to steady myself. Leaning against the shower wall, I spread my legs, making it easier for Mike. He continues to lick and suck my clit, even an occasional nip. His fingers are driving furiously inside me. I'm begging him to make me cum. I can feel it building up. My only thought is 'Please, don't stop.' I'm so close now. Please. Please. Please. Mike can read me like a book by now; he knows how close I am. He knows how to play me. He can make me cum, or make me beg. He seems to be in the 'make me beg' mode. Evil Bastard. He pulls his fingers out of me, his tongue snaking along my slit, licking me clean. He stands up and slowly starts licking and sucking his fingers. I just stand there, watching him. My body is confused, disorientated. He kisses me again, softly, and leads me out of the shower. I stand there with my eyes closed, trembling slightly, as he dries us off. Taking my hand he leads me to the bedroom and sits me on the edge of the bed. "Lay back, baby. I'll make you cum soon." Dropping back onto the bed, I lay there with my legs hanging off the edge. I mumble something about him being an 'Evil Bastard' and I hear Mike's soft laughter. "If you're going to be a bad girl, I might just stop." Panic runs through me a little at this thought, and I tell him I'm sorry. My mind is foggy, but one thought still rings clear, please don't stop. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. I feel Mike climbing onto the bed beside me. I can sense him kneeling over me. I feel his warm breath and soft kisses on my skin. "Ready, baby?" To exhausted, to distant to answer, I just nod and moan softly. Suddenly I hear the buzz of a vibrator; it's the small silver bullet. He has it between his fingers as he runs his hands over my body. It's electrifying. I suck his fingers as he slips them in my mouth. My nipples are rock hard, almost painful under his touch. He works his way toward my pussy. I can hear a lower pitched buzz now also. That would be the 7 inch purple vibe. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. I spread my legs as Mike gets closer. "Good girl" I hear. I can feel him pressing the vibe around my entrance, but not entering. He gently slides the buzzing toy along my slit. The bullet in his other hand is gliding over all my sensitive spots. He's driving me crazy. My hips lift off the bed, trying to get him to press it inside of me. "You want something, baby?" "Yes. Yes, please. Please make me cum. Please." At the same time I can feel him slide the vibe inside of me; I can also feel his mouth clamp down on my clit. Oh fuck! He starts fucking me with the vibe. His hand with the bullet is grabbing at my tits. His mouth is working his magic on me. I'm so close. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. I can feel my hips bucking against his hand. My juices are covering everything. So close, I'm so close. His hand stops mauling my tits and I can suddenly feel the buzzing on my ass. No No No No No. Ah Fuck. Mike slips the bullet into my ass, just as he sucks my clit deep into his mouth. I start screaming, my back arches up off the bed. After an eternity of waiting, I finally feel the orgasm rock through me. The room goes dark, and everything explodes. Seconds go by, maybe even minutes or hours, I don't know. The bullet is out of my ass but still buzzing away somewhere and the vibe is out also, but silent. I'm panting, but I can still feel Mike between my legs. He's licking and sucking like a kid in a candy store. Evil Bastard. I suddenly realize that he's trying to get me to cum again. "Wait Wait Wait Wait" Mike concentrates on my clit again as he slips two fingers inside my pussy. He hits my spot instantly. "No No No No No" as I feel a second, powerful orgasm starting to explode inside me. It's too soon; I'm still tingling from the last orgasm. My whole body tenses up as I feel the explosion wash over me. I have tears in my eyes, and my voice is sore from screaming. I feel my body collapse back onto the bed. He crawls up me, and starts kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips. I can feel Mike's warmth resting against my side, his hand absently stroking my skin. My legs are still dangling off the edge of the bed as we both recuperate from the last hour of sex. We lay together for a bit before Mike starts nibbling on my earlobe, whispering a question into my ear. "Well, are you going to apologize?" I open one eye and look at him, confused. "What?" "You told me to finish what I started in the hallway, and then you called me an Evil Bastard for doing exactly what you told me to do. I think I deserve an apology." I smile and give a half-hearted laugh, that's all I have the energy for. "You are an Evil Bastard." I push him away from my earlobe, and lay back down on the bed. Mike smiles at me and we lay together for a while. A few minutes later, Mike breaks the silence again, and in typical male fashion no less. "What's for supper?"