Chapter 1

“Thank god I’m here” I exclaimed as I entered the reception area of the motel.

For the last half hour I had been racing ahead of a massive dust storm that was gradually catching me. I arrived just on 6 pm, but it could have been mistaken for any time in the night - the sun has been obliterated by the dust for the last couple of hours of my drive.

“Good to see you again Chris” was the happy greeting from the petite beautiful lady behind the desk.

“Hey Cat” I replied.

Cat was her name - she was 25 years old, and of North American Indian heritage. Her mum and dad had named her after a movie character by the name of Cat Dancing - a movie that had starred Burt Reynolds in the 70s.

She was married to Bobby, and they jointly owned the Lazy Rest motel which was now just off the main highway due to recent highway realignments. Much to the annoyance of Cat, Bobby had returned to long distance trucking - he found the pace of life as a motel owner too “boring”.

“How’s things?” I asked.

“Pretty quiet. Just had a family check in ... so it’s just you and them. And I think that will be it for the night with this dust storm nearly on top of us now”.

She handed me my key saying “Your regular room”.

I was a frequent visitor to the motel. It wasn’t anything special to look at, and the rooms were comfortable and not overly modern.

What made up for it was the company that shared my bed during my overnight stay.

Yep ... Cat slipped between my sheets ... and we satisfied each other’s needs ... all night long.

I dropped my bag into the room and headed towards the restaurant where I found the family already eating their evening meal prepared by the live-in cook and room maid.

Sitting back after ordering, I watched the family. There were three of them - a mother, father and a teenage girl.

The father had a couple of large beer bottles in front of him - one empty and the other well on the way to being empty as well. I estimated him to be around 35 years old, just a little younger than me who had just turned 40 last birthday.

The mother was quite pretty. She was a tall slim redhead with what looked like a very ample bust. She was watching on with some contempt as her husband got gradually drunk. The daughter was a mini-me of her mother ... tall and slim with a bust that was still developing, but looked to be a nice handful already.

I watched them with interest as I ate. The mother caught me watching a couple of times. I smiled at being caught ... which she returned.

Half an hour later I had showered, and was laying naked on my bed ... stoking my fierce hardon as I watched a porn movie on the in-house movie channel.

There was a soft knock on my door, and then the door opened. It was Cat.

“Ah ... I see that you’ve started without me again” she teased as she approached the end of my bed where she quickly removed her clothes, discarding her dress, bra and panties. Cat had a nice light tan colouring that went well with her black hair that hung to her shoulders.

Her breasts were a nice rounded B-cup with small almost black nipples. Her mound was totally devoid of hair - she had had it laser removed.

She climbed up onto the bed and sat cross-legged between my spread thighs. I removed my hand from my cock allowing her to take over the stroking.

“I can’t believe that I’m able to get this inside me” she commented as she played with my hardness.

“But it fits every time” she added with a smile.

I knew that she would soon mount me ... she was always desperate for cock when I arrived - I only called here every four weeks. True to my expectations she stood up on the bed, straddling my hips ... and slowly lowering herself until my cockhead parted her wet lips and rested at the entrance to her pussy.

“Fuck ... I need this” she groaned whilst my cock penetrated her tightness, sliding into her hot wet depths.

“Yes ... fuck yes” she moaned.

My hands slipped up under her rounded breasts ... feeling their weight and shape with my fingers casually touching her hard little nipples.

Cat started to move up and down in my shaft. I could feel her pussy depositing its juices all along my shaft until it was totally covered. Her ass rested on my hips - she had totally impaled herself on me.

“Oh god ... oh god” she gasped. Her pussy started out spasming all round my shaft, and graduated to squeezing and milking ... and then convulsing as her orgasm exploded.

“Aghhhhhh ... eeeeeeeeeee ... oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!” she wailed. Cat was a very vocal sex partner - yelling and screaming when she orgasmed. Given that she was the owner and manager of the motel, there would be no noise complaints acted upon.

“Oh ... oh god ... oh fuck” she moaned as she leant forward ... pressing her full breasts against my chest, and bringing her lips to mine.

This lady was a dynamo when it came to fucking. She had admitted that she was faithful to Bobby except for the four weekly fuck sessions that we enjoyed. For the other times she relied upon her trusty vibrator ... and lately the Ben-Wa balls that I had gifted her.