Amy's Visit

The knock on the door, caused me to return to the real world. I'm afraid I had been daydreaming. I stumbled to the door. I looked through the spy hole to see her standing outside. I opened the door to her.

"Hello Amy, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"We need to talk," she said pushing past me.

"Come on in," I said to her back. I followed her into the room.

"What a dump," she said with her back to me. "I would have expected you to move to a nicer apartment," she said. "This place is so small, you don't even have a living room."

"Why would I need a living room. I'm not planning to entertain anyone," I said as I moved to return to my work table. At that particular time the work table held a rather large plastic cup filled with rum and coke. I sat down, lifted the cup and took a long drink.

"What are you drinking," Amy asked.

"Rum and coke," I replied.

"How about fixing me one. We need to talk," she said.

"You know I don't approve of drinking and driving," I said.

"You aren't my father you know," she said.

"There's a bucket of ice in the freezer and the rum is on the counter, help yourself. I am not going to be the one to cause you to have an accident," I said.

When she returned she had a cup the size of mine. She walked right up to the work table, then sat across from me. Once she was seated, she didn't waste anytime. "So, why did you leave?" she asked.

"You know why," I replied.

Amy was a woman of few words. She sat quietly for a while. I took the opportunity to take a good look at her. I hadn't done that for a while. Amy was in her mid twenties. She was probably five six or seven. I really should have known how tall she was, but I never asked. She had hair the color of old straw. It was a strange color of brown almost gray but not quite. Her eyes were definitely brown and her face was only slightly rounded. I knew from my years with her, that Amy fought to keep her weight down. Even though she dieted constantly she remained a couple of pounds overweight at any given time.

Her body was pretty well proportioned except for her large soft breasts and her slightly protruding tummy. She was mildly attractive, but not nearly a knockout. She was however very sexy. I could never quite figure out what exactly it was that made her sexy. It might have been her graceful movements. I just could never quite be sure.

"So are you coming home?" she asked.

"Not a chance," I replied. I watched as she finished off the rum and coke. I sat quietly waiting for her next move. I expected her to curse me then leave in a huff.

Instead she returned to the kitchen for another drink. When she returned she asked, "Is it me?"

"Some, but mostly it's me," I said.

She fell silent again. She continued to drink. She looked as though she were searching for the right words. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to come home?" she asked.

"I can't think of a thing," I answered honestly.

Another long silence followed. After a few more minutes, she returned to the kitchen. When she returned her eyes were drooping a little. Amy was certainly not a drinker. She never had been. She looked at the wall for a long time, while she continued to drink. She finally looked at me again.

"Don't you want to come home? I mean everything you worked for is there.

"I can do without it. It isn't as convenient running the business from here but I can do it."

Amy looked away while she continued to drink. She finished the third drink then asked, "Do you want me to fix you one?"

I watched her stand. I held my glass to her. She took it then headed to the kitchen yet again. I waited for her to return. I was thinking that I wished she would just leave.

When she returned from the kitchen she stood close while she handed me the drink. I made no move to encourage her. She finally took the hint. She returned to her own chair. I noted that she had been in the apartment for half an hour. The conversation had taken no more than a minute. For twenty nine minutes of the time she had been drinking. The booze was beginning to hit her.

"I really don't know what to say to you," she said with a thick tongue.

"There is nothing you can say. I have made up my mind."

The conversation died again. We drank our drinks in silence. When she again rose after a few more minutes she took my cup without asking. She was gone a few minutes longer on that trip. We were both pretty looped when she returned. Sometime during the long silences I had turned my chair so that I would not have to face her directly.

When Amy returned she forced herself between my legs. She moved close against me. She put the drinks onto my work table then put both her hands behind my head. She then pulled my head against her belly. She didn't say a word. She simply held me tight against her. I resisted the urge for a short time then I surrendered. I put my arms around her then pulled her to me. She somehow managed to lean into me so that her body was pressed against mine.

She finally moved away from me. She took her drink then seated herself near me.

"I have been wanting to do that since you left," she said. "I have even dreamed about you."

I didn't know what to say. I had a feeling that anything I said would be used against me later. I said nothing.

"Come on Mike you know you want me," she said.

I could do no more than nod. She somehow held my gaze. I could not stop looking into her eyes.

"Would you like to see my breasts?" she asked drunkenly.

I couldn't answer. She had me locked in her steady stare. I couldn't even find the strength to nod. She broke eye contact with me only for a second as she pulled her top over her head. I stayed focused on her eyes even though I knew she was wearing only a lacy bra.

"Come here Mike. I want you to unhook my bra," she said.

I held her eyes in my gaze but I moved to my knees in front of her. I reached between her large breasts to unhook the bra. When I had the front hook open her breasts spilled from the lacy cover. I gasped as I saw them. The bra though unhooked still hid her nipples.

"Take it off for me Mike," she demanded in a soft voice. I removed it. Then I gasped again as her large dark nipples became visible. I noted with satisfaction that her nipples were as hard as my cock.

"God Mike, you have such a hungry look that I am about to come," she said. It made no sense but then nothing seemed to make sense at that moment. She pulled my face against her naked breasts. I sucked one of her large brown nipples into my mouth. I sucked on it gently at first, then harder as she moaned her pleasure. After a while I could feel her pressing her cunt against me. She came but it was very gently.

She used both her hands to force my mouth from her nipple. She pulled me to her mouth. When she kissed me it was with a passion I hadn't felt in a long time. Her head was bent in what had to be an uncomfortable angle. I was gasping for air when she finally broke the kiss.\tab

"Take off my panties," she demanded in the voice of a woman in charge.

It never occured to me to refuse. I looked her in the eye while I ran my hands under her skirt. I grasped the waist band of her bikini panties. I pulled down while she raised her hips to allow them to pass. I had no idea what her next demand would be but I looked forward to it.

"Eat my pussy baby," she demanded spreading her legs to grant me access to her. I lowered my head between her legs. I moved up her thighs until I could lick the her lips. At first I licked the outside of her pussy. Then I inserted my tongue inside her. Just as soon as my tongue enter her, she grabbed my head. Then she pulled me hard to her. Her hips beat a wild rythemn against my face. I could tell she was working toward an orgasm. Just before she reached it I forced my head from her. I moved to take her clit in my mouth. I licked and sucked it until she was rocking hard. I could tell she was cumming in waves. Even though she begged me to stop, I continued to lick and suck. She came several more times before, I finally allowed her to push me away.

"God, Mike that was so good," she said with her eyes still closed.

I didn't answer, I simply took a long drink of the rum. I took a good look at her large soft breasts drooping slightly from her chest. Even now, I had to admit she had great ones. It took her a few minutes to recover.

I waited while she took a long drink of the rum and coke. She looked me in the eye again, then said, "Take off your clothes Mike, I want to see you naked."

I moved quickly to remove my clothes. She looked hard at my cock as I stood naked before her. I watched her lick her lips as she extended her arms. She placed one on either side of my hips them pulled me to her. The angle was almost perfect for her to take my cock into her mouth. I looked down to watch her kiss and lick my cock for a long time before she finally allowed it to penetrate her lips. Once my cock began to slide into her mouth, my knees buckled. I almost fell so strong was the sensation. She sucked it deep into her mouth, then forced it out with her tongue. The double sensation was madening. I began to feel a tightness in my balls. I expected Amy to sense it. She sank her teeth into my cock just enough for me to loose the pressure to cum. She forced my cock from her mouth, then said, "Not so fast baby you have lots more to do before you cum."

She pushed me into the straight chair then moved with her back to me. She held my cock in her hands while she lowered herself on it. She moaned as she rocked herself to an orgasm. I could feel her muscles as they clenched against my cock time after time. I knew each of those muscles spasms corresponded to an orgasm. When the string ended she leaned back against me. She pulled my arms around to her breasts. I rubbed and pinched her nipples while she came down. When she was completely relaxed she stood freeing herself from my cock. She collapsed into her chair across from me.

"God Mike that was the very best ever," she said.

I noted that her breasts were bright red. I still couldn't see her pussy, because she wore the skirt. I watched as she stood to remove the skirt. I noted her small protruding belly. Even that turned me on. I watched as she bent to retrieve her oversized pocket book. "Come with me," she said. "I need for you to help me."

I followed her into the bathroom. I watched as she removed a bag from her purse. It was a douche bag. She sat on the edge of my tub then pulled me between her legs. I sucked on her tit while she filled the bag with warm water and shampoo. When the bag was full she changed her position so that her legs were inside the tub. She pulled me beside her, then handed me the bag. I knew what she wanted. I inserted the tip of the bag into her. I squeezed the bag until the warm soapy water ran into her. I watched as the water poured from her. The sight was so arousing that I began to manipulate her clit while I forced the water into her. I could sense her cum over and over.

"Oh god," she moaned as she came. "No one has ever done that before."

When the bag was empty, she pulled me down to kiss her. I kissed her long with a lot of tongue. She was as hot as before when she finally pushed me away.

She exchanged the pink tip for a gray one. She filled it with warm soapy water while I watched. When she finished she moved from the tub to the bathroom floor. She moved to her hands and knees. She then handed me the bag.

"Do it in my ass," she whispered, "Be gentle."

I slowly inserted the tip of the bag into her asshole. I squeezed the bag slowly. I heard her moan. I reached between her legs to manipulate her clit. She came even as the enema filled her ass. She held it as long as she could then moved to sit on the toilet. I forced her legs apart and played with her clit while she emptied her bowels. She was racked with gut wrenching orgasms.\tab

"I have to fuck you," she moaned as she stood from the john. "If you can do all this, you have to be great in bed."

She led me to my own bed. When she realized my cock was no longer hard, she sucked it into her mouth. The warm wet passage quickly hardened my cock. When it was hard she pulled her face away from it. She tried to pull me down on the bed, but I turned her away from me. She ended up in the doggie position with her ass hanging over the bed. I entered her while still standing. I began to stroke her. I stroked her to several orgasms before she began to moan and try to talk.

"Come on baby fuck me hard," she demanded.

Her pussy was painfully dry from the douche, but I continued to stroke her throbbing pussy. She finally began to lubricate. When she did her pussy seemed to stretch. I lost all the sensations. I was still able to stroke her to several climaxes.

She seemed to have cum enough. I was shocked when she said, "Baby, I want you to cum. Fuck me in the ass. Come on baby I know you can cum in my ass. My pussy is too stretched but you can cum in my ass," she moaned.

I removed my cock from her pussy and inserted it into her ass. I went slowly at first, until my own lubricant made the moves easier. When I began to stroke her ass, she went nuts. After a while she begged, "Harder Baby, fuck my ass harder."

I began to stroke her harder and faster. I felt my cum begin to move from my balls to the base of my cock. I knew it was only a moment away when she shouted. Come on baby I know you want to cum. Shoot it in my ass."

The cum ran from my cock like water from a garden hose. I almost collapsed from the intensity of it. I moved to the side of her then fell onto the bed. I felt her move then a moment later I felt the warm washcloth move over my cock. After she finished I moved to lay on the bed. A few moments later she was beside me. I fell asleep with a nipple in my mouth and my hand on her.

When we awoke the next morning she was in my arms. "Can I tell mama you are coming home?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said.

"If you ever want to fuck me again, you are going to have to come home," she demanded.