A Visitor – Part II

This is a follow-up to my previous story, a personalized story I wrote for a redditor who prefers to remain anonymous. If anyone is interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me. [Here’s the first part of the story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d6pye5/a_visitor_part_i/).

I spent that entire day thinking about Amanda’s body. Amanda’s lips. Amanda’s lips on my body. My lips on Amanda’s body. And, above all else, the mind-altering orgasm she gave me in her mouth. How I wanted to cum like that again. And again and again. Maybe it was selfish to think, but I could be happy letting her mouth get me off every time I came.

It was earlier than expected when I got a message stating that Amanda was actually done with her meetings for the day. She said she was going back to her hotel room to lie down and she’d be waiting for me in bed–naked. Clutching the key-card still in my pocket, I immediately got hard and my erection pointed me toward her hotel.

Riding the subway over, I played our last session over and over in my head. The feel of her clit buzzing on my tongue, her mouth on my mouth, her tongue loving every inch of my cock. How could anyone just give that up? All I wanted was more of her.

When I got to the hotel, I felt like a trespasser. Walking in, over to the elevators, up to her floor, down the hallway like I was supposed to be there. Clutching her key-card the whole time. My secret pass.

I beeped into her room to find the lights out. I gently closed the door behind me and found her in bed, as she said, naked, as she said, but asleep. I took a moment just to look at her beautiful body, the body I’d been taking in from up close. Every soft curve, every tempting crevice, her beautiful face, mouth, lips.

I quietly stripped naked and climbed in behind her, big spooning my arms around her delicate smooth frame. And I nuzzled my face into her neck, I felt my dick spring alive against her ass. She must have felt it, as well, because she fuzzily turned her head to me, her hand moving across my arm. She smiled realizing it was me and she leaned back to kiss me. I moved one hand to her breast and twisted her nipple between my fingers as we kissed and kissed and my cock got harder pressed against her soft, round ass. I continued to kiss down her neck and squeeze her tit as my other hand tickled its way down her side, her belly, toward her crotch. As I tickled her, she squirmed in my arms pressing her naked skin against me, rubbing herself on my dick. She felt so good, both wrapped in my arms and pressing her softness against my hardness, that I dragged the tickling out as much as I could. She was giggling and gasping as I tickled her belly and pinched her nipple. She let out the biggest gasp which quickly turned into a moan as my fingers reached her clit.

I continued to kiss and nibble the back of her neck as I pushed my middle finger against her clit, pressing on her outer lips with my other fingers, dipping down into her pussy to pull those juices back out and lubricate her clit again. I wanted to just let her lie back and enjoy as I eased her out of her nap. It turned me on so much to watch her, eyes closed, moaning as I gently played with her most sensitive areas.

But smelling her sex fill the room as she got wetter in my hands and hearing her moan right into my ear had me dripping precum as I humped her fleshy ass. Suddenly her thighs closed tighter around my hand and her hips were bucking faster. I knew what was about to happen and it turned me on so much!

I pinched harder on her nipple and moved my fingers as fast as I could on her clit. That’s when she let out a scream to tell me I’d done my job well.

“OH! Mason! Fuck, yes! FUCK, I’m so glad you’re back!”

She kept screaming and writhing. I felt proud and horny at the same time and I didn’t know how much longer I could take before I needed to feel her warm pussy lips wrapped around me. I let her come down, just a little, from her orgasm before I slightly re-positioned myself and slid my rock hard cock between her cheeks and into her wet, welcoming pussy.

“Yeeeeeeeees!” she cried, realizing I wasn’t going to let her orgasm fully end and I was going to fuck her to the next one. She was so wet from her first orgasm, I slid in easily and I’m surprised I didn’t cum right then, she felt so good. Once she was back at a plateau, she turned her head back and kissed me while I fucked her, both hands playing with her breasts. We kissed like lovers, passionately rolling our tongues around our mouths. Her hand had reached up, fingers in my hair, holding me against her face as we kissed.

When we broke our liplock, still fucking, she said, “I started without you while I was waiting. Before I took my nap.”

She reached behind her pillow and pulled out a small silver bullet vibrator. I heard the buzz just before it landed on her clit and I could feel it on my dripping cock as I moved in and out of her.

“You don’t need help,” she said, “but this is gonna make me so much wetter for you. So wet for your cock to enjoy me. What does your cock want?”

She was getting wetter. Before I knew it, she was cumming again, moaning my name into my ear and grinding her ass against my hips. Her warm pussy was gripping me as she washed my cock in her juices.

“My cock wants,” I tried to get out, “my cock wants your pussy to make it explode.”

“You can cum inside me.”

“Yeah?” I was so excited. “Even without…?”

“You could have yesterday. I just wanted to taste you. I’m gonna want to again later!”

She hardly got the words out when she was quivering and pressing herself against me, holding the vibrator harder against her clit. Her words melted into guttural moaning, and with her permission I just couldn’t hold it any more. I thrust myself against her until I felt the build-up right around the head of my swollen cock. I pressed myself as far into her as I could and I squeezed her perfect tits as her warmth and wetness overcame me. I clenched my asscheeks holding myself inside of her as my dick pulsed.

“Yes, Mason, keep coming!”

She was making circles with her hips, grinding on my cock. She loved dragging out my orgasms.

I bit down on her shoulder as I squeezed her and stayed inside her pussy as long as I had control over my muscles. Everything about orgasming in Amanda was earth-shattering, mouth or pussy. Her orifices wanted my cock, my cum so badly. Reaching my climax practically felt like a gift to her. I never wanted to stop, but she was exhausting!

Finally, we both released and relaxed. She turned the vibrator off and tossed it off the bed. She rolled over to face me and we kissed again. Just clung to each other, sweaty bodies rubbing against one another, kissing and kissing. It wasn’t even 9pm yet, but we were so spent from each other. I rolled over becoming the little spoon and we fell asleep.

* * *

It must have been around midnight when I woke up to the most wonderful tingling sensation. I rubbed my eyes and looked down to see Amanda on her hands and knees on the bed next to me, her mouth slowly and lovingly sucking on my morning wood. I snorted a bit upon noticing what was happening. Amanda looked up at me and smiled with my cock in her mouth before slurping her way to my head and kissing it lightly.

“I know that you like this,” she said before going back down on me.

“Cumming in your mouth was one of the best orgasms I ever had,” I was able to get out, as I turned my head to look at the clock next to the bed; 12:45am.

She kept sucking me while popping up just enough to speak in starts. “And I… really liked… the way you… woke me up yesterday. I wanted… to do something… for you.” She then stuck out her tongue and pushed her mouth all the way down my hard-on, tickling my balls with the tip of her tongue before closing her lips around me and slowly working her way back up. “Plus I told you I wanted to taste you again… at least once.”

Once her lips were again wrapped around me, her tongue dancing across the underside of my cock, applying more soft pressure than I thought possible. I reached under her to grab her breast and squeezed and played for a bit, enjoying the unpredictability of where her tongue would play with my cock next. Then I moved my hand along her skin, across her back, down her ass, and I reached to grab both legs and swing her in my direction. She squealed as I did, but never lost her lips’ grip on my cock. I lifted one leg up and over so I had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. Giving her ass a little smack, I spread her cheeks and ran my fingers down the beautiful bare skin of the pussy I had come to crave over the past two days.

I pulled her toward me, mouth open, tongue out, and started on a midnight snack while thinking about what I would do when this pussy wasn’t in town anymore. She tasted so specific, and the way she pushed her pussy toward my tongue when I was going for it, the way she moaned with such grateful satisfaction as I pleased her pussy. And, in particular, the way she sucked harder the more I lapped up her delicious juices. This pussy was going to go back to someone who didn’t care about all that and I was gonna be here dreaming about feeling her clit pulsing against my tongue.

I grabbed her cheeks and spread her ass again as I licked her lips. I heard her moaning for more and felt the vibration against my cock. Slowly, I moved my thumbs in to massage her tiny asshole, gently at first, and I feel her moaning get more intense as she locked her mouth right around the head of my penis and stroked my shaft while she held down my balls with her other hand.

This was getting to be about all I could take, and I could tell that it was for her, as well. I noticed the now familiar trembling of her legs on either side of my face, and could hear that, even muffled by my dick in her mouth, her moans were turning to screams. It was so hot how she was getting louder and louder without letting me out of her mouth.

I pressed harder on her tight hole while moving my other finger right to the opening of her pussy. She retaliated using her tongue and thumb right against the tip of my cock. I pressed my tongue as hard as I could against her clit while putting two fingers all the way into her pussy.

I felt her clench around my fingers as I felt the rush in my dick. As I came, she moved her hand back to the base of my cock and started sucking up and down again like mad. Playing orgasm chicken with her was quickly becoming my favorite game. My dickhead was so sensitive, but she was still sucking the full length of me as I continued to finger her and lick her. I could feel this orgasm in the back of my neck and all I could do was try to make sure it was the same for her.

Finally she gasped as I won our game of chicken, and she flopped over next to me. Winning felt almost as good as she hand still stroking me, squeezing every time she reached my head til I thought I’d pass out. I continued stroking the inside of her thigh, occasionally playing with her pussy lips to give her the aftershocks she was giving me.

“I’m gonna miss this.” It was probably the absolutely wrong thing to say, but it just came out of my mouth.

“I’ve been missing this,” she responded, “and having it again this weekend has been the best feeling. Even just feeling… wanted.”

“I want you, Amanda.”

“You’ve got me, Mason. At least until my last meeting tomorrow is over. But doesn’t start til late, so we’ll have the morning.”

I reached up to tickle her feet a little bit. When she giggled, her hair brushed my still crazy sensitive penis. She kissed around my crotch before taking one more long suck, which made my entire body shudder.

“Okay, okay,” I screamed, “I’m too sensitive!”

She turned to re-position herself face to face with me. “You’re perfectly sensitive.”

Then we did what we’d gotten so good at, and kissed and kissed until we fell asleep.

* * *

When the alarm went off, Amanda and I were holding each other naked. Something felt really right about it. We both groggily woke up together and I looked over at the clock.

“8:30am?”

“Huh?” she asked.

“I thought you didn’t have anything to do this morning.”

“Just one thing,” she sleepily smiled as she reached under the covers to play with my cock. As her fingers traced my still flaccid penis, gently stroking it to full size, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. We were laying in bed, touching and kissing like lovers. Like two people who had grown close, grown to know what each other liked and wanted, and who cared deeply about the other’s pleasure. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling how soft it felt, how warm her face felt against mine, how her lips and tongue felt on mine. I brought one hand to her bare breast and slowly rolled her nipple between my fingers. She was similarly stroking me so softly and slowly. I wonder if we both felt we needed to savor this last time before she’d go to her meeting and then back home. Maybe the last time forever?

It was passionate and romantic. We held each other, clung to each other, needing the feel of our skin rubbing. We breathed into each other’s ears as we kissed on each other’s faces, necks, shoulders. We gasped as we touched each other. I slowly climbed on top of her and slid between her waiting pussy lips. We didn’t even have to ask at this point; we’d been spending the weekend learning each other physically, knowing exactly what to do to each other.

I pressed my lips against hers as we found our groove. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper inside her. Her hands were grabbing my shoulders and I was squeezing her breast while we slowly enjoyed fucking each other. Of everything we’d been doing that weekend, this was the simplest, most vanilla, missionary fucking, but I felt closer to her than any other time. It was so emotional I was afraid I’d just cum before she was ready. But I could feel her breathing quickening on my neck and I knew I was getting her to the same place I was.

“I need this,” she gasped into my ear. “I need this all the time. Just like this!”

I kissed her hard as I felt her muscles tightening around my cock. I pushed myself as deep into her as I could and started to pump faster.

“Mason, don’t make it end. Don’t make it end!”

But we were there. She crossed her feet, squeezing me and pulling me all the way into her, my pelvis slapping right up against her clit as the muscles in her pussy jerked me off.

“Amanda, you have the most wonderful body!”

“Cum with me, Mason!”

We fucked until we both came together, panting into each other’s ears. Hearing her cum made me thrust harder as I came and came inside of her, her silky wetness driving me wild.

For a moment we lay there, our genitals still interlocked, kissing and holding each other. Finally she slid me out of her as she slid out from under me.

“I guess it’s time for a shower,” she calmly stated.

“Why?” I asked, groggily.

“Because I’m not done.”

That was all I needed. I hopped up to join her in the bathroom. She was already turning the water on and testing it with one hand. When it had reached the temperature she desired, she took her other hand and grabbed me by the dick, pulling me into the shower with her.

This was not the same timid woman I’d met in the bar two nights ago. Not the woman who was afraid to kiss in the bar in case she’d be discovered. Not the woman who was resigned to not have sex in her life anymore. She was emboldened and calling the shots. I was so turned on by it, I decided to give her a little of that back.

As we stepped into the steam and hot water, her hand still on my cock, I put a hand in her hair, gave a little tug and turned her around to me. I saw her mouth open in a gasp as I did, and I took that opportunity to pull her body into me and stick my tongue in her mouth. I heard her moan as I kissed her, and she continued stroking me as the hot water fell around us.

Somewhere in there we grabbed the soap and started rubbing each other’s bodies down. At some point we shampooed each other’s hair and held each other’s heads in our hands as we kissed.

I was so hard, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her pussy caress my cock again. I positioned myself behind her and slipped in as easily as I had before. I held her hips and she reached around behind my neck as I fucked her from behind.

Shower sex is really hot, but also rather difficult. Aside from the logistics and moving parts, I always had a difficult time remaining in a standing position the most excited I got. I could tell that Amanda was seriously enjoying the fucking, and I was so happy to feel her pussy at least once more, but I could also feel my knees buckling. I didn’t know that I could go on, but I couldn’t let her down. Finally, as amazing as she felt, I knew my knees would give if I tried to keep going. I pulled out of her, so reluctantly.

“Huh?” she cried, suddenly brought back to reality.

But before she had time to say anything else, I had taken the shower head off the wall and was wrapping my arm around her waist as I put the shower head to her clit.

“Oh!” she squealed.

I held her close to me, my erection still rubbing against her ass, grabbing her tit and squeezing her nipple with everything I had. She was quivering in my arms. I started to tease her, pulling the shower head away and bringing it back. She’d thrown her head back and was resting it on my shoulder as she gasped and moaned.

Finally, she pushed the shower head away and turned herself to me. “I told you I wasn’t done, yet,” she said, kissing me. She then looked down and said, “And it looks like you’re not, either.”

“I have a hard time keeping myself upright,” I laughed.

She reached and turned the water off. “Then you don’t have to be.”

She led me, both of us still dripping, out of the bathroom and back onto the bed. I felt the sheets growing wetter as I laid back on it, and suddenly her mouth–her fucking amazing mouth–was back on my stiff cock.

“I want to make you cum one more time,” she said between licks, “and I *need* to taste you again.”

My head fell back on the mattress as she went to work back on my cock. God, this was the best blowjob I think I’d ever had, including the others she’d given me that weekend. Her mouth was so concentrated and her tongue so attentive. At times I felt every slight movement down my shaft, around my head, right at the tip. And sometimes I had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but my cock was going nuts over it.

Having just fucked her and watched her cum in my arms, it was not going to take much. She held my cock head between her lips, quickly darting her tongue back and forth across the tip, while stroking me off into her mouth. As I bucked my hips up toward her face, she held on, pressing her tongue against my pulsing, sensitive knob.

I was wriggling, writhing, practically screaming, and arching my back, but she didn’t let go. She had clearly swallowed everything I’d spurted into her, and she went back to sucking the full length of me. I went absolutely cross-eyed. By this time my body had gone limp, but somehow my cock hadn’t.

I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t finished, but I’d learned over the past couple of days that Amanda’s sexual appetite was vast and needed to be filled. I lay on her hotel bed so thrilled I was the one filling her for the weekend.

I’m not sure how much more time had gone by, but suddenly I was cumming again. I don’t think I was squirting as much into her, but I know I was squirming and whimpering when she finally let me free from her mouth. I tried to catch my breath as she gently kissed my penis and playfully moved her fingers around it.

“You like to push me past the edge,” I was eventually able to say.

“I like to know what I can do to a man. What I can *still* do to a man. I kind of can’t believe I make you that excited.”

“You’ve excited me since before we met,” I said, stroking her hair as her head lay on my pelvis, her lips still occasionally reach out to kiss my slowly softening cock.

“And that,” she said, “excites me like nothing else.”

We cuddled a bit more before getting up to slowly get dressed, stopping every now and then to kiss. I took a last grab of her nipple right before her beautiful breasts went back into a bra. She grabbed my ass before I put my pants on, and then again after. We playfully went down and had breakfast together in the hotel restaurant, holding hands across the table.

Finally we stood outside the hotel, ready to part ways.

“What am I going to do when I’m home?” she asked, hiding her sadness badly.

I held her face in my hands.

“You have to come back,” I said. “You *have* to come back.”

She nodded, looking to the ground. I lifted her face up and we kissed one last time, finally in the sunlight.

She grabbed a taxi to her meeting and I walked to the subway.

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