A gorgeous redhead with an insatiable sex drive takes a young desk clerk for the ride of his life.

The motel where I work sits on a stretch of interstate highway out west, between nothing and nowhere. Our customers — bleary-eyed road warriors who stumble in after a stupefying day behind the wheel — just want to sleep for a few hours before resuming their journey. I’m the lucky guy who works the night shift at the front desk. I know that sounds sarcastic, but the truth is my luck really did come in one hot night last July.

It was around 11 p.m., and I was sitting in the air-conditioned stillness, lulled by the faint drone of 75-mile-per-hour traffic on the interstate. I’d have been bored out of my mind if not for the copy of Penthouse Variations I was reading. Then came a blast of hot night air as the lobby door swooshed open, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. I was so engrossed in my magazine that I didn’t look up right away. When I did, my glance turned into a double take.

The woman standing before me belonged at a posh Beverly Hills hotel, not a crummy motor inn far from civilization. She looked older than me. The hair falling in lustrous curls about her face was darkly red. Her white sundress showed off her freckled shoulders and an ample amount of creamy cleavage. She smelled good, like she’d blown in on a fresh spring breeze from another world.

“Hi.” She propped her elbows on the counter and leaned forward. “I’d like a room, please.”

I tried to collect my wits. “Sure. Uh, fill this out.” I slid the reservation form across the counter. Her eyes — sea-green irises rimmed with gold — lingered on me. Then she happened to glance down. Her eyes flicked back to my face almost at once, but now they twinkled mischievously. She’d seen what I was reading.

“Do you have a pen?” she asked, her smile growing more interesting by the minute. I handed her one. She tucked a strand of crimson hair behind her diamond-studded ear and put pen to paper with a quick, careless air. Thirty seconds later she handed the reservation form back to me, along with her credit card and driver’s license.

Her name was Anna, and she was a long way from home. She’d listed her car as an Aston Martin convertible. Yeah, right, I thought. No one who drove an Aston Martin would be caught dead in a joint like this. Well, if she wanted to have a little fun with the details that was okay with me. I coded a key card and handed it over. As she took the key, Anna flashed me her hottest smile yet.

“She speared herself on my lengthy rod.  She was sopping wet inside.”

“P-park around the side,” I stammered. “Your room’s on the second floor.”

Anna chuckled. “What’s your name?”

“Gavin.”

“Nice to meet you, Gavin.”

With a parting wink, she headed for the door. I stood there admiring her perky ass and her sexy legs, which were bare to mid-thigh. Another blast of hot desert air hit me as the door opened. Then Anna was gone.

Feeling light-headed, I turned back to my magazine. I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, and I was considering a retreat to the back office to relieve my condition when the phone rang. It was my most recent check-in calling.

“How can I help you, Ms. — ?”

“Oh, I love the sound of that, Gavin. You’re the first one to say it in five years. But call me Anna. Have you got any glassware? I’d rather not drink champagne from a plastic cup.”

“Sure… Anna. We have glasses in the breakfast room. I’ll bring one over.”

“Bring two,” she said. “Thanks, Gavin.”

I hung up the phone and put the Will Return Shortly sign on the counter. Then I got the glasses and headed for Anna’s room.

It was still quite warm outside, despite the hour. “Come in,” Anna called when I knocked on her door. Inside, the ancient air conditioner rattled away, to minimal effect. The shag carpeting and low ceiling screamed 1970s. The scene was all pretty shabby.

“Here are your glasses,” I called out, letting the door close behind me. Anna’s suitcase was in the corner, but she herself was not in sight. Light spilled from the doorway to the small bathroom. I peeked in and there she was, in the tub, with bubbles up to her slender neck.

“Wonderful,” Anna said, beaming at me. “There’s the champagne. Have a glass with me.”

I thought about the front desk, unattended. I thought about what my boss would say. Then I grabbed the bottle from the ice bucket, popped the cork and filled both glasses. Handing one to Anna, I asked, “What are we celebrating?”

As she lifted her arm from the suds to take her glass, a goodly portion of her right breast came into view. “My divorce,” she replied. “I finally got the papers this morning.” She took a sip of bubbly and went on, “Michael’s a good man, but we were never right for each other. He let me have the Aston Martin. I put the pedal to the metal and haven’t looked back.”

So she hadn’t been joking about the car. I had other things to think about, though, because Anna was rising from the bathwater like Aphrodite from the sea. She paused to down the rest of her champagne and then handed the empty glass to me. Clinging bubbles hid her private parts, but not for long; Anna slid her hands over her shiny-wet body, wiping the suds off. Truly nude now, she stepped out of the tub with brazen assurance. My cock was already as hard as wood, on its way to forged steel.

“Towel, please?” Anna said.

I grabbed one for her. She used it on her hair, taking her time. Handing it back to me, she turned and said, “Dry my back?”

I put my glass down, took a deep breath and started at her shoulders. I was about halfway to the enticing swell of her ass when she whirled around to face me. Startled, I dropped the towel. Her breasts were large yet surprisingly buoyant; her nipples stiffened as they brushed against my hands. Anna stepped closer, pressing herself against me from hip to chest. When she lifted her pretty mouth for a kiss, I was ready. Circling her waist with my arm, I pressed my lips to hers. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth; our tongues danced madly.

“It’s incredible,” I said. “To think I met you only an hour ago.”

“Less than that,” Anna said, “but who’s counting? I never count, Gavin. I just follow my desires.”

She darted out of the bathroom and threw herself across the bed. I followed while tugging my polo shirt off — and then stopped, transfixed. Anna reclined on the bed in all her naked glory, with her still-damp hair fanned out across a mound of white pillows. Her breasts were like mouth-watering cones of vanilla ice cream, complete with cherries on top. Her midriff was toned and slim, and her long legs were carelessly splayed, revealing the smooth lips of her pussy. My gaze was arrested by Anna’s artfully groomed pubic mound. It was diamond-shaped and close cropped — like a putting green — but most striking of all was its fiery red color. The effect against her alabaster skin was striking.

I dropped my shirt on the floor and got on the bed, straddling Anna. We kissed again, passionately, while her hands raked my back and mine played with her boobs. She was breathing heavily by the time I moved downward to kiss her breasts. She arched her back off the bed, and I licked and sucked her nipples, making her gasp. I slid one hand down along her side to stroke her hip, while I used the other to massage her breasts. Anna began to make soft, deep-rooted sounds of pleasure; her whole body thrummed beneath me like a finely tuned racing engine.

After petting and suckling at her exquisite breasts a while longer, I revved her up even more by continuing down her belly to between her legs. She reached for my head with a kind of primal moan, anticipating my next move. I lowered my face between her creamy thighs, and my nostrils filled with the heady scent of her arousal. Anna’s skin, dewy-fresh from the bath, was as smooth as a rose leaf. I wished I’d taken more care with my shave that morning, because it seemed a crime to rub my stubbly face against the incredible softness of her inner thighs. She craved it, though; with a shudder of desire she drew me in farther, to her most sensitive flesh. I kissed her smooth pussy lips and pushed my tongue between them, exploring her juicy folds. With a sound like the coo of a dove, Anna coiled her fingers in my hair and held me aggressively to her hot spot. I parted her outer lips with two fingers and lapped away, paying special attention to her clit. Before I knew it, she was squirming wildly and bucking against my face. I sealed my mouth to her opening and kept at it, relishing the taste and succulence of her inner recesses.

“Jesus, Gavin. Oh yeah, baby,” cried Anna, as her pussy moistened my lips and chin with its sweet honey. Her thighs clamped to my ears, and she shook mightily with the force of her climax. When at last she released me, it was only to get at the zipper of my pants and yank it down. My cock was aching by then, of course, so I got my shoes, pants and underwear off in record time.

Anna turned herself over on hands and knees and looked back at me, inviting me to mount her from the rear. As I moved to get in position, she dropped her shoulders all the way to the mattress, leaving her backside high in the air. The impatient girl rocked back at me. “Come on, Gavin,” she intoned, her face turned sideways on the pillow. “Put your dick in me. I want to feel you deep inside.”

Kneeling behind Anna’s sexy ass, I took firm hold of her hips, nuzzled my cockhead between her swollen cunt lips, and pushed inside. The warm, creamy depths of her pussy almost made me swoon.

Anna was completely focused on the feeling of my heavy pole as it filled her up. When I bottomed out, she gave a long, pleasurable sigh and slowly, rhythmically, began to rock against me. I stroked the sides of her ass and moved with her. As we bumped together, I had the added visual treat of seeing my fat shaft disappear into and reappear from Anna’s juicy hole again and again. I saw her fingers down there, too, as Anna reached back and started playing with her clit from below. Pounding her faster, I slapped her ass a couple of times, hard enough to leave a momentary pink outline of my hand on her white skin. “Oh!” she cried, rocking ever more violently to meet my thrusts. Her fingers were working furiously at her clit, and I was slamming my cock in and out of her cunt sharply enough to make the bed bang against the wall. With a long, high-pitched squeal, she came like a hellcat. I felt the gush of her molten pussy all along the length of my cock. Even my ball sac dampened as it slapped against her slick labia. She kept right on fucking me, frenetically seesawing on her elbows and knees to draw out our mutual pleasure as long as possible. She was on a mission to extract the cream from my balls, and she soon succeeded. With a mighty grunt, I pushed up against her one last time, pulled out and deposited my load all over her ass. The spurts kept coming and coming, until finally I sat back, panting. Anna whirled around and, fixing me briefly with a wicked grin, licked my cock clean.

I flopped back on the bed. Anna went into the bathroom for a minute, then came back, turned off the lights and lay down beside me. Eventually, her slow, even breathing told me she was asleep, and I dozed off, too. I had a really nice dream of a beautiful redhead going down on me, worshipping my cock with her eager mouth. The sense of her soft lips and velvety tongue sliding up and down my manhood was so deliciously real that I woke up with a start, and discovered I wasn’t dreaming.

I don’t know how long we’d been asleep — a couple of hours, maybe — but the room was still dark, except for a narrow shaft of moonlight coming through the curtains. The bluish-white beam fell across the bed and gleamed in Anna’s hair as she bobbed up and down, hungrily sucking my dick. I was pretty hard already, and when I looked down at the awesome sight of Anna’s rapacious antics, my erection quickly maxed out. Realizing that I’d awakened, she glanced up and met my gaze. Her mouth was sloppy, and her eyes gleamed with desire. She licked her lips and went back to work on my cock with even more glee than before. I smiled to myself in the dark, marveling at Anna’s insatiable lust.

“I jacked my hips off the bed and climaxed, shooting hot cream into Anna’s ass.”

My cock throbbed as she swirled her tongue around and around my sensitive crown. Meanwhile, her hand played with my balls, expertly massaging them in a way that made me moan. Spurred on by my reaction, she ran her tongue down there and thoroughly laved my balls while she pumped her hand up and down my prick. Then she moved even lower. My eyes widened as she tongued my back hole and dipped a finger in there. Waves of pleasure rolled through me; I was in the hands of a master. Returning once more to my cock, Anna sucked my sensitive organ so ardently that I’d have shot my load down her throat in another minute. She realized this, too, and decided to change things up, anxious to keep me on the edge a while longer.

Shooting me a wonderfully devilish look, Anna climbed on top of me and squatted over my shaft. Her hand went down past her russet pubes, and her fingers splayed the folds of her pussy as she centered herself over my cock’s portly crest. Then, with a quivering sound of anticipation, she lowered her body and speared herself on my lengthy rod. She was sopping wet inside. As her pale, lithe frame settled against my groin, her eyes fluttered closed; she seemed momentarily overcome by the depth of pleasure she was experiencing. Her fingers were still in motion, touching herself near where my cock disappeared inside her before she brought all of her weight to bear against me. She was trembling with excitement, and she pivoted her hips this way and that, rubbing her clit against my root. Finally, her eyes opened; she gave me a sly look and brought her hand to my lips, giving me a taste of her wetness. I sucked her fingers into my mouth, making her grin with salacious delight.

The shaft of moonlight from the window fell now across Anna’s breasts. I reached out and stroked those ivory mounds, drawing a moan of delight from my companion when I fingered her erect nipples. I let my touch wander down her sides to her supple, curving hips. Reaching back farther, I squeezed her ass.

Anna began to move like a piston atop my cock. She rose, fell, rose, and fell again, her hips and thighs flexing as she rode my pole. The mattress springs began to squeak as her pace increased. Leaning forward over me, she took my hands in hers and held them to the bed on either side of my head. “Relax,” she purred, “and let me fuck you.”

I was happy to comply, at least for the moment. Lying still beneath Anna, I relished her enthusiasm as she rutted and rocked with my steel-hard cock inside her. I could not, however, resist the temptation to lick her heavenly boobs, given their immediate proximity to my mouth. My efforts made Anna even wilder. She rode my penis with an abandon that took my breath away. I thrust my cock into her from below, wondering how much longer I could hold out.

Then — in the darkness I couldn’t see this well, but I certainly felt it — Anna lifted off me for the briefest of moments, just enough to reach down and replant my spike at her smaller, tighter hole. It was a surprisingly minute adjustment, and Anna performed it with well-practiced finesse, but I could feel the change at once — the tight yet elastic grip of her backdoor as it yielded to the entrance of my juice-slickened cock. In just a few seconds, my crown was through her ring of muscle and into the enveloping space beyond.

“Oh… oh yeah,” Anna whispered as she sank down, taking my slippery dick farther into her ass. “Oh my God — yes… ” She bottomed out, her asscheeks nestling against my balls. It was the most incredible feeling to be all the way in there, filling up her rear passage. Once acclimated, Anna resumed her lusty pace, only now she sat up straight and rode me with her hands on her thighs. Her firm breasts bounced only a little, but her hair flew in every direction and her cries of passion filled the room. It wasn’t long before I reached the point of no return. With a throaty cry of my own, I jacked my hips off the bed and climaxed, shooting gobs of hot cream into Anna’s ass. I guess my violent orgasm tripped Anna’s hot-wire, too. She sat down hard and ground herself against me, shuddering and moaning uncontrollably. Her anus clenched, and I felt her pussy drench everything below it in sticky wetness.

After catching our breath, we enjoyed a quick shower together, and then we returned to the bed and slept deeply. At least I did — deeply enough to miss Anna’s departure. It was well past dawn when I woke up. Anna and her suitcase were gone, but she’d left me a note: Thanks for an unforgettable start to the rest of my life. I smiled and silently wished her safe travels.

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