Redhead Creampie Story:
It was well after 5 pm Friday evening when I got out of my meeting,
so I knew I was going to be later than planned. As soon as I found a
phone booth along the highway I phoned the hotel, got connected to her
room, and told her that I was running late and definitely wouldn't be
able to arrive on the dot of 6:00...more likely closer to 7. Ginger
answered that she was sure she'd find something to keep her amused,
but that dinner would be ready as soon as I got there.
I called from another phone booth 10 minutes out, and this time I could
hear what sounded like a man's gasps and moans as he was fucking...perhaps
she had a redhead creampie on the TV, but it sounded very realistic. After
I told her I'd call from the hotel lobby when I picked up the key she'd
asked the desk clerk to give me, she asked me if I was hungry.
"Hell, yes!" I answered, "what's on the menu?"
"Buns smothered in hot redhead creampie sauce...I know you'll like
it!" she responded, coyly. "But call again from the lobby."
Even though I'm more of a meat and vegetables kind of guy, I still got
excited thinking about the meal waiting for me: in fact, my cock, which
had been thickening during my trip, actually became almost fully erect
as I placed the phone down, got into the car and drove the last few
blocks to the hotel.
I couldn't get the grin off my face as I showed my identification to
the front desk clerk, picked up the key and dialed the room number from
the lobby phone. Ginger seemed a bit out of breath when she answered
the phone, but told me that redhead creampie was almost ready, and would be served
up on the coffee table when I made it to the room. I forced myself to
take my time: I parked the car in the lot, grabbed my travel bag and
headed for the elevator. Two floors later I exited the elevator and
walked to my left almost to the end of the corridor, searching for Room
311. I put the plastic key in the door lock...backwards, I guess - no
green light. I turned the card around and tried again. This time it
showed a green light, so I swung open the door and looked ahead along
the narrow hall into the room.
Just in front of the far window a coffee table had been pulled over
directly in line with the hallway, and on it was a naked woman, lying
on her back with her feet toward me but crossed over the back of an
equally naked man whose balls (a painful shade of blue) obscured the
redhead creampie pussy, but definitely not her ass. I dropped my bag
and approached the table, to the accompaniment of a familiar female
voice urging her lover to fuck her redhead creampie pussy harder and a male voice rising
in pitch and volume as it announced the arrival of his orgasm. I bent
to suck on her redhead creampie, so vulnerable and exposed below his
balls, just as they pulled away. I heard his roar of ejaculation as
I sucked on that beautiful rosy orifice, and pulled back to view the
climactic event. As I raised my head I saw him pointing his red piece
of drill steel at her thick red bush, and my clothes melted off me
while I watched. His face contorted in a fierce grimace, he shook and
squeezed that long thick dick just above her quivering quim.