A Visitor

There's a knock at the door. I look up quickly, startled at the sudden intrusion. Why the fuck do I have someone at my door? I think to myself as I put down the trading cards I was opening. I never get visitors. Possibilities run through my mind as I walk to the door, even as I open it expecting something uneventful. But waiting on the other side is you. Standing there on my step in a flowing dress, showing off a distracting amount of your generous cleavage, your hand raised to knock again.

"Oh uh hi gorgeous, what in the world are you doing here?" I manage to get out while my eyes stumble over your body. You merely smirk knowingly and push past me to enter the house. "Yeah sure come on in.. What's going on?" I try again as I follow you in. "You never just show-". As I catch up, you turn and silence me with a finger on my lips and a hand cupping my crotch.

Wordless I stare back at you and subconsciously take a step back. You match me and start lightly pushing me deeper into the house. The sultry look in your eyes and the sudden contact with my sex has me swelling already, and more than amenable to your current ministrations. As we perform this curious dance you bump me into something and briefly fall against me. My hands naturally find firm holds on your voluptuous ass and hold you there. I lean forward to lay claim to your full lips as you look up at me, but you swat me away and keep pushing; intent on some destination, the couch maybe as I glance behind me. Immediately your hand darts up and pulls my jaw back towards you. Eyes on you, understood. Soon my legs bump into something again, yes it is the couch, and I feel your fingers running down my chest. Before I can start to question you further, I can feel you grip my waistband and slide it confidently to the floor to spring my cock up in front of your face. I start to speak again but receive a look that seems to say, "Really? You want to talk now?"

No, in fact I don't think I do, so I quickly shut up. My pants on the floor and you kneeling in front of me, I eventually take the hint and sit down when you push me again, kicking off the last vestments of my lower garments. Your insistent advances have poured steel into my shaft, making it bob in time with my rapid pulse under your burning gaze. Intent on your desire you lean forward slowly and make me groan softly as you start to suck firmly on the head of my cock. With your lips sealed around it, your tongue slowly glides up, over, and around the tip driving me crazy with anticipation. My hand slides up your neck and lodges itself in your hair, a silent plea for mercy. You finally relent and suddenly forcefully take me fully into your throat. I jerk involuntarily with pleasure and use your soft curls to hold your face against my groin. When I finally let you up for air, you start stroking me slowly with your hand while kissing my engorged crown and smiling up at me.

"Fuck babe that feels so good, I love seeing your lips around my head." I manage to get out in between gasps.

A soft "Mmhmm." Is the only response I get, along with a wider smile, as you move down to suck my balls into your mouth.

"Oh yess, keep stroking me." I murmur. You comply with a soft teasing touch and pretty soon I can't take it anymore. "That's it you witch, playtime's over." I say with purpose and pull you up with my hand still in your hair until our lips meet. This is no soft brushing of our lips or a dance as I work my way around your throat. No, I need you right now and I let it be known by the crush of our lips and my tongue hungrily meeting yours. You all but fall into my lap, meeting me with a passion that surprises me. My hands want to feel every inch of you, but the press of our bodies resign them to their happy fate holding your hip and getting tangled in your hair. When we part for the nth time, I stand up and easily swing you into my arms. At this point I've given up on talking, but that doesn't stop you from waylaying me with kisses as I head to the bedroom. To your dismay, or pleasure if we judge by the sound of the soft moans escaping your mouth, I can navigate this route excellently in the dark. Soon we reach the bed where our eyes open and I softly lay you down.

"My turn," I say getting down between your open legs under the gaze of your hooded eyes. I hitch your dress up to find.. no further obstructions to my goal. I glance from your gleaming bare pussy calling my name to your face where I find a wide self satisfied grin. Shaking my head, I move in closer to your sex before pulling away and biting your inner thigh. Garnering alternating mews of disappointment and pleasure, I slowly make my way up your leg sucking and biting as I go. Finally I reach your wet mound and you gasp as I slowly slide my tongue into your slit and work my way up, brushing my tongue back and forth across your inner folds.

When I reach your clitoris, I softly push against it and work in slow circles, eliciting a long groan of pleasure accompanied by a back arch to end all back arches. My prize now hidden from me momentarily, I look up to see that you've slipped out of your dress straps and your milky white globes have joined your bare snatch. Unable to resist, I stretch one hand up and squeeze you, enjoying the soft give under my fingers. Going back down on you, my tongue finds a rhythm lapping over your clit; sending your hands flying to my hair, holding me in place. Your body is tense as I stroke you faster and faster until you cry out and sandwich my head between your thighs, cumming hard and fast. Your body twitches madly, grinding me happily against your dripping pussy before releasing a tension I didn't even realize you had, but I'm not done yet.

As your legs fall away from my face, I bring one of my hands up and slide a finger into your hot depths. By the sound you make, I don't think you're done either. I press you down into the bed with that finger and make a hicky on your inner thigh until I can slide a second finger in. With both fingers deep in your tight grip I start rocking you back and forth and go back to slowly licking the top of your lips. After your initial urgency, you seem to have relaxed into the pleasure, your hands loosely held on your tits. While enjoyable, this just won't do I think to myself. I want to feel you cum again, see you shake uncontrollably because of me, hear you moan in release. So directing my attention back to your mound, I suck your clit into my mouth and hold it there building pressure.

Your juices trickle into my mouth and I reflexively swallow without breaking the suction, unwilling to give up on my experiment. After a minute or two I slowly brush my tongue across your sensitive bean and immediately receive a hip buck in return breaking my connection to you. I guess two fingers just isn't going to keep you in place. Not to be deterred, I take you back into my mouth, and sliding my fingers out of you, wrap my arms around your hips to press you into the bed. After a while I try again and get met with pleasing results. As I swirl my tongue against your swollen button again and again, your hips buck uncontrollably. Held in place by my powerful grip, you resort to twisting the sheets in your hands and writhing in place. "She seems to be enjoying this." I think to myself wryly after an especially evocative moan. "I'll just keep her like this until she throws me off or maybe she'll finally say something." But as I continue at it for minutes more, I start to notice the pace and breadth of your moans changing.

The lower more consistent sighs still clearly indicate pleasure, so encouraged and curious I continue on; thanking the gods that your hips seem to have lost their energy. Taking breaths through my nose every so often, I'm surprised to find myself relaxing. The desire I have to bring you pleasure comes with a focus and intent that usually prevents me from truly relaxing, but this repetitive motion and your cries of ecstasy put my mind at ease. So much so that I almost don't notice your hips start moving rhythmically on their own again. Casting my attention back to you I hear that your moans are no longer building and are low and drawn out. Almost like you're having an orgasm... Oh you're cumming! And have been for a few seconds now. I release you from my mouth and sit back to admire my handiwork. You're still convulsing slowly on the bed, your moans barely audible, and your limbs hanging loosely askew. I've never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Wanting to share this with you, I slide my stiff rod easily into your sexy pussy and feel you clench around me over and over.

After what felt like an eternity of pleasure, I see your eyes crack open and return to the world. Your gaze travels down my body to find me buried within you and back up again. With a smile you beckon me towards you and I lean forward to place a long soft kiss on your mouth. Meanwhile I feel a pressure on my back causing me to rock forward slightly. Your legs are locked behind my back accepting and holding me inside of you. My serenity now rapidly retreating in the face of lust. I lean back upright and pull my hips back in preparation to thrust. And wait, and wait again. You wiggle your hips in impatience, as I knew you would, making me grin as I sheath myself easily in you again. I start making long deep thrusts that send shockwaves up to your tits. Captivated, I reach down and cup one of your breasts softly, feeling the recoil of my thrusts through your body. You slowly reach over to grab my wrist, pulling me towards you. Knowing you, I settle my hand around your throat and start to squeeze. Rewarded with a content moan, I use my leverage to start driving my throbbing dick harder into you.

Your breasts rebound with greater intensity and short gasps come from both of us as our bodies meet. Maintaining the same force, I pick up the pace until your body bounces continually off of me. Our rhythm is aggressive but I can tell you still want more. My fist tightens around your throat until you can barely breath and I rest my other hand on your shoulder. Your eyes roll to look at me and you nod rapidly, knowing what's to come. Immediately I shorten my stroke until I'm barely leaving you before slamming forcefully back inside, bouncing you away and slamming you back down on my pelvis. Your moan (because at this point it doesn't stop) climbs higher in pitch and I tremble with barely contained orgasm. Just when I realize I can't hold on any longer, you cry out with ecstasy and hold on to my hand around your neck with the last vestiges of your strength. Moments later my release comes and I pound into you one last time; shooting my load deep inside your core, shaking as I do so. As the last streams squeeze out of me I flop down next to you on the bed and pull you to my chest. With no resistance you lay plastered to my side, hair spread like the sun, limbs tangled in mine.

As we drift off you say, "Goodnight love."

"Goodnight love." I murmur back. Not even realizing you said it out loud.

I think I like this visitor...