Redhead Creampie

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.