THE VISIT

The sounding buzzer on his intercom caused a frown to cross Sumner Holton's face as he was wading through a series of depositions on a case he was preparing for trial the next day.

  He put down the documents and in a slightly irritated voice asked his secretary, "What is it, Alice? I asked not to be disturbed." 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holton," she replied. "There is a young woman out here who claims to be your wife and is demanding to see you." 

"My wife," he exclaimed in surprise. "I'll be right there, thank you, Alice."

  He strode over to the door and upon opening it, sure enough, there standing next to Alice's desk was Faye, his wife of three months. 

"Honey," he said in a slightly strained voice. "What on earth are you doing here? I am absolutely swamped."

"I just had to see you," she replied with a hint of desperation. "Can we go into your office for a minute? Please?" 

He was about to tell her he'd see her at dinner, but just as he was about to open his mouth, she opened the front of her fur coat to reveal that the only thing she had on underneath it was a pair of thigh high pull on stockings.

  Faye was standing only a few feet from his secretary, and only the angle of her line of sight was  keeping her from seeing just exactly what Sumner had just seen. 

He was stunned into momentary silence, but his pretty wife mouthed the words, "I need you right now."

So figuring that arguing would get him nowhere, he took her by the arm and led her into his office, where before closing the door instructed Alice to hold all of his calls.

Once inside, he was about to ask her what the heck was going on, but before he could get word one out of his mouth, she threw herself at him.  She covered his lips with hers and gave him a long hard deep kiss that immediately sent a small shock wave to his groin. 

He gently pulled them apart and asked in a slightly breathless voice, "What in the heck's gotten into you, Honey?  I've got a ton of work to do and not much time to do it." 

In her best little girl's voice she replied. "I don't think you love me anymore." 

 "W-why would you say such a thing, Faye?" he asked softly. "You know I love you more than anyone or anything in this whole wide world." 

"You're not showing it," she replied as a real tear slid down her cheek. "I just want to make sure that you still want me." 

"Baby," he shot back. "Why in the world would you think such a thing?"

  "How long have we been married?" she asked sweetly. 

"Uh, a little over three months," he replied. "Why?" 

"In that three months," she went on. "How many times have we missed making love in the morning before you went to work?" 

"Well, uh," he stammered. "I guess we haven't missed at all, until today, is that what this is all about." 

"You left for work and didn't even try making love to me," she wailed. "Did I do something to make you mad at me?" 

"Oh, no," he quickly replied. "It's nothing like that Hon.  It's just that I had to get to the office so early today that I didn't want to wake you up." 

"Well it's not fair''  She said between sniffles. "I'm so used to it now that I can't go without it." 

"I'm sorry, Baby," he said while giving her a hug and leading her towards the door.  "Don't worry, tonight I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She dug in her heals, pulled out of his grasp, and replied stubbornly, "No, you hafta give it to me now, and I'm not gonna leave until you do."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and said with more than a touch of exasperation.

 "Now wait a minute, Faye, I have a lot of work to do and you're just going to have to wait until this evening, now you run along home, okay?" 

"I said no," she retorted. "I will not leave until I get what I came for."

  "Jesus, Baby," he replied. "You want me to fuck you right here, you must be crazy." 

"Don't call me that," she said a little harshly.  "All I want is for my husband to make love to me.  Is that so wrong?" 

"Of course not," he answered.  "But be reasonable, Baby.  This isn't the time or place." 

"Oh," she barked.  "I suppose that time on the elevator in New Orleans WAS the right time and place." 

'Shit,' he thought for a moment.  'It's impossible to win an argument with a woman.' 

So for the last time he pleaded. "Please, just wait until tonight and I'll do anything you ask." 

 As if to seal the deal, she gave him almost a cold look and replied, "I'm not leaving here.  So you might as well get used to the idea." Then much to his chagrin, she took off her coat and tossed it on the floor.  She stood in the middle of his office in only her black hose and a wry smile.

"God, Faye." he submitted.  "What if the boss comes in?  I could get fired."

"You should have thought of that this morning," she shot back. "Besides, if you would've gotten down to business right when we came in here I'd already be long gone." 

He stared at her for a second, realizing that he was going to have to take care of her one way of the other.  He was just about to speak when she said in her sexiest voice,

"Sumner Honey, just look at my little pussy.  It's all wet and everything, can't you just stick your big thing inside of me.  Just for a minute or two? please?" 

She was just incredible, the body of a whore and the voice of an angel, an absolutely devastating combination, and of course he was powerless to resist her.

  She interrupted his thoughts again when she asked sweetly, "You've always really liked my tiny boobs, and just look at my nipples.  they're all hard and crinkly, just the way you like them.  Come on now, come and get some sugar from your little honey."

In the end, he was just a little boy who would do anything she asked of him. So when she spread her lean tan thighs apart and said, "Come on Baby.  Do me first with your tongue."

He just dropped to his knees and let his tongue snake out and feed on the opening in her ripe organ. 

"That's a good, boy." She cooed as he fed ravenously on her plump vagina.

 You make me feel so nice with your warm tongue. Oooooooooooh Yessssssss.  Do my clitty for me.  Mmmmm, you're such a good boy.  Oh yessss Baby, do me!" 

She was like a narcotic and he an addict who couldn't get enough of her, and it crossed his mind that he must have been crazy to have skipped this to read depositions. 

After three months of marriage, he had discovered that her pussy was an unbelievably responsive to oral servitude, and so it came as no surprise when she shuddered hard and climaxed hard into his open mouth, drenching him with a flood of hot pussy juice.  He was hoping that that would tide her over until later, but it had only whetted her massive appetite as she grabbed at the front of his crotch and tried desperately to extract his penis from inside of his suit pants.

"Come on, baby," she panted. "You know that sucking me off just gets my pussy started, you hafta fuck me hard and fast.  Now get it out, and hurry."  "Ohhhhhhh, myyyyy," she sighed when it popped into view, "I just love your pecker, it's so thick and hard and just made for me." 

She grabbed it firmly and pulled it towards her gaping slit, while all the time telling him what a perfect cock he had and how much she loved it.  She was right about one thing, she always needed more than a good sucking, and now he was going to give it to her, in fucking spades. 

 "Oooomph," she gasped as he drilled her cunt with his seven inch spike, "uhhhh, fuck me, stud boy, give me your prick and fuck me." 

He loved fucking her, but always wondered how she could take the brutal attacks his pecker made on her soft little pussy, while over and over again he rammed his thickness into her as she thrust her hips forward,  making each stab just that more devastating.

His shirt had turned into a sweaty rag as the perspiration dripped off of his face and down onto her heaving chest, which ran down between her cleavage and formed a small puddle in her cute little naval.  They were now moving in perfect synchrony, with his thrusts being matched by hers and her clit and his pecker head rocketing towards climaxes that were sure to leave both of them shuddering and devastated. 

While this wasn't quite up to the sex of the elevator fuck in Crescent City, this was coming pretty damn close as both of them writhed around and ground their heaving organs together as their orgasms twisted every last ounce of pleasure out of their quivering loins.

He lay on top of her for what seemed like an hour, when in fact it  was only minutes.   Finally he was able to struggle to his feet and slip his well fucked cock back inside his pants.

He helped her up, slipped the lynx coat over her shoulders, and said softly, "Well, Mrs. Holton, is it all right if you husband gets back to work now?" 

 "MmmmmHmmmmm," she hummed. "But tell him he'd better not forget what's important, can you give him that message for me please!?!"  He kissed her hard on the mouth one more time and replied softly, "Message gotten, message received.

THE END