0 comments/ 57781 views/ 0 favorites Laundry Service By: SexySeraphim I haven't seen you in a long, long time, so I decide to surprise you one day. I wait until I can see you from your bedroom window - it's Sunday and you're getting together some laundry to wash for the coming week. I notice you are wearing a tight white tank top and thin white shorts, and I can see your bra easily through your shirt; in fact, your shirt is low enough that you can make out the edges of your nipples peeking over the neckline. I stare at your curves and I begin to get very hard. Through the window, as you bend forward facing it to pick some clothes up off the floor, your chest spills forward in the shirt, driving my eyes and my body wild. I stare into such deep cleavage and I want it all to be mine to play with. I watch as your perky breasts, firm, round balls of skin jiggle in your shirt as it struggles to keep them contained. The amount of your deep cleavage is amazing, and I watch you bounce around in your shirt temptingly as you pick up the last of the clothes. You take the basket and leave through your bedroom door, I know there's no one else home, and that I could probably sneak by the laundry room undetected, so I decide that's what I want to do. I wait a second, then go to your back door and let myself in. I sneak my way through your home as I've done so many times before, to the door of the laundry room where you're separating your whites and darks. Not noticing me standing in the shadows, you begin to peel off your shirt slowly. I watch the skin reveal itself, until you're pulling your shirt above your head, with your arms raised high above you, your chest lifting and your breasts falling into one another, creating tight cleavage that I wish my tongue could explore. Your bra is showing off an evil amount of skin just as you throw the shirt into the wash. The bra is black and a little small for your size, it cuts into your chest at the top, your skin slipping over the edge of the material and bouncing with even the slightest movement you make. It looks to me as though you're going to pop out of it at times as you sort - one strap falling off your shoulder temptingly before you replace it to its position. I'm standing in your hallway, and now my cock is *very* hard and I can't help but continue staring, I want nothing more than to make my presence known, but I'm still in hiding a bit - wanting to watch you longer. You finish sorting your laundry and start the washer. I didn't think it was possible, but this is when I got even harder - with your back toward me, you undo your bra and slip it off, throwing it in with the rest of the dark clothes. Topless but not facing me, I watch you pick up a long white nightgown from on top of the machine and slip into it; I can picture the soft material sliding down your nipples as it covers your breasts in a translucent way. You turn toward me as you start to button the first button, showing off your toned belly and tanned skin; you're showing so much skin that my cock is starting to ache in my pants. I watch you continue to button it up some more, but before you can reach the last button and turn around to leave the room, I've already snuck up to your room and ducked into your closet. A few seconds later you enter the room, only a few buttons on your nightgown are buttoned, and I still have a great view of your cleavage as you sit down on your bed. As I stare from out of the closet, I realize why you haven't done the entire gown up - you're going to shower. Waiting to make my move, you pick up a towel from off the bed and leave the room. I sneak out of the closet as I hear you turn on the water; I move behind your bedroom door and wait for you to come back into the room. When you're done, you come back into the room empty handed and brush the door closed a bit, not looking behind it as you walk in the room. You go across the bedroom and pick up elastic to tie your hair up, and I start to make my move. As you lift your arms above your head and start putting your hair up in a pony tail, I sneak up behind you and slip my hands up under your arms and latch on to your breasts gently gripping them and starting to stroke your nipples immediately. Your body jumps - obviously startled, your body tenses, you whimper in fear quietly. You're scared, but then you look in the mirror and see me, and with your body still a bit jumpy, your back arches and you start accepting my hands. You whimper under your breath softly again, but more welcoming - wanting this time. I feel you up through your gown, feeling your nipples get rock hard. The feeling in my pants is similar and I realize that they're getting tighter. With your soft hair brushing against my face, it makes me hornier. I continue to feel you up, squeezing and lifting, slipping the smooth material of your shirt back and forth so it slides over your nipples. I kiss your neck softly as you lean back into me, almost to the point where I'm holding you up against my body by your chest as I move my hands in circles. You feel my cock pressed hard against the back of your leg... You pick up my hands, turn around, and place them on your back; them kiss me deeply and run your hands through my hair. You kiss around my neck and slowly pull off my shirt, revealing my tight stomach and pecks, throwing it across the room. You stare into my eyes and lick your full lips sensuously - I love it when you do that because I know you’re up to something naughty. I get harder in my pants, to the point where it's almost uncomfortable now. You start to kiss down my body, slipping through my arms on your quest to your knees - turning me on so much that I feel the need to take you right there but I know there are better things to come. I feel your fingers fiddle with my belt and my pants are agonizingly tight, you unzip my pants and then stick your tongue through the opening under the button, wrapping your tongue around the button and pulling it into your mouth, sucking on it and then it comes undone. Making it to your knees, you reach up to the waste line and pull down both my pants and boxers, my hard cock springing out and positioned very close to your face. It rubs against the side of your cheek as you push my pants all the way off. I feel you explore with the very tip of my tongue, my cock is as hard as ever as you grip it with your hands: stroking it, licking around my balls, then up the sensitive base of the shaft... gently but with a strong tongue, scraping, and pulling at the skin, kissing around the shaft, and grazing it with your lips. I throb, and you grab the base and start licking the head like a lollipop: over and over while staring deep into my eyes until I have to tilt my head back and close them. My shaft is red throbbing and swollen and slippery from saliva and pre-cum, you reach up underneath and grab my balls, feeling them gently and softly. You know that I want to cum, but you don't let me. I know you are teasing, tormenting, wanting me to want more and more. Though we haven't spoken a word, you're making me so very horny, darling'. Just when you feel me want to explode, you ease off, and then get an idea in your head. You say "c'mon" then grab my hand and parade me naked through your house, leading me to the bathroom where your shower is still running. Without hesitation, you step into the shower and pull me in with you too. I'm lucky enough to be able to watch the water seep into your white shirt as it sprays down harder and harder, you lean your chest into the spray, and I watch the material become transparent and cling perfectly to your luscious curves. You pull me closer and kiss me deeply, your wet clothes clinging to me too. My very swollen cock pressed against your wet shorts and I start reach up undo your wet gown buttons, one by one, until I have only one left. You stop me, turn around in my arms, and with my cock pressed against your ass you guide my hands upward, your body getting tense in my arms as you push my hands into you. I realize that you like it when I grope you, and feeling that the shirt is very tight on you, the button straining to stay fastened as your chest heaves in my hands, I massage your tits and the thin wet material, the water beating down on you like a thousand soft fingers touching you. You reach down and undo your shorts and start to finger yourself, breathing heavily. I flex my fingers and rotate my wrists, pinching your nipples harder as I feel your back arch, your body tense up again. You push your chest outward, and the poor, lone button pops open... You pull me closer - kissing me and grabbing at my ass. Pulling my hard on against your shorts, I kiss you and grope you as you reach down and push off your shorts. It's then that the tip of my very, very hard cock brushes against you. I know that you want it bad when you reach down and grab it with a strong grip that makes me throb in your hand, and guide me into you. You shove the tip just into your hot, wet opening. I tease you by only sliding it in part way, but you don't want any of that teasing right now. You moan loudly as you grab my ass and pull yourself all the way over me, your body tensing, your back arching in my arms. Your hips start moving quickly back and forth and my hips respond and start to copy yours. I thrust harder and harder, hearing you moan more and more. Seconds turning into minutes, you making me more and more horny because I like it when a girl is a vocal and tells me she wants it hard. It's that soft, under your breath moan that isn't quite screaming but isn't quite a whisper either, you have it down to perfection. Your moaning more and more as my thick, rigid shaft throbs and I thrust faster and faster. I move in and out more and more, and you know I can't take much more... my hands on your torso as your hips push and pull me. You pussy grips me hard and with a sudden thrust forward, I lose control and cum, hard and deep. You pull your pussy away and quickly and wrap your lips around me again; the sudden change in sensation drives me even more overboard. I cum hard against your tonsils, emptying my balls, filling your mouth and it drips out of your lips and down your body, making a mess. You tear your lips away and the water tickles me... I mistakenly give off one more blast, and it bounces off your chin and lands on your chest. You rub my cock over your chest and then face the shower head. As I watch you rinse off, I get giddy at the thought of being able to fuck you again. Laundry Service This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! I looked out the hotel window from the third floor, out across the harbour and the sun low in the sky over New York. I was working as a bellboy in a medium sized hotel. The hotel wasn't a grand place, but it was a nice tidy getaway for people. It had hosted a few international celebrities who liked its out-of-the-way status, such as Kylie Minogue, Angelina Jolie just a couple of weeks ago, and Bono from U2. They had complimented the hotel because they said it allowed them to escape the media. This evening I was doing a 5-9 shift, filling in for someone that had bailed at the last minute. I was doing my normal rounds of returning laundry, delivering new towels and so forth. I yawned and glanced at my watch, which read 8.20pm. 'Only 40 minutes to go before I can bail' I thought to myself, and picked up my list. I looked at the next room on my list, and saw there was a celebrity with us. It was Shakira, she'd only just booked in earlier in the day. She'd obviously just flown in. I picked up her laundry and headed up the stairs to her room on the 5th floor. 'I wonder if she's around?' I thought to myself, hoping to get to meet her. I reached her door, my heart rate increased with slight nerves at possibly meeting the hot Colombian star. I raised my fist and knocked loudly on the door. There was no answer, so I knocked loudly again to be sure. Again there was no answer. I figured she must be out, so I found my bunch of keys and let myself in. I stepped cautiously in, in case she was in. "Ms. Shakira ma'am?" I said tentatively, but there was no response. I closed the door behind me, and carried her laundry to her bedroom. I set it down on the bed, and set about having a quick tidy of her suite, which was what I was being paid for after all. She had the luxury suite on the top floor, near separate from the rest of the rooms, to give them some quiet I guessed. I heard a shout from the bathroom and realised Shakira must have been there after all. I walked quickly down the hall and knocked on the door. ***** Shakira wasn't out of her suite, but was relaxing quietly in the bath. She'd had a long flight in, and needed to relax, so had opted for a hot bubble bath. She lay calmly in the water, her humble breasts just poking up from amongst the foam, her smooth thighs also visible. She sighed contentedly and gripped the sides of the tub to move herself into another position. As she put her weight on her hands, they slipped along the sides with the wet. She slid forwards and her foot smashed the tap. "Arrrghh FUCK!" she screamed in pain, and sat up in the bath. She went to pull her foot up to look at the damage, but couldn't move it. She looked down and saw her toe lodged in the tap. She pulled again hard, but couldn't move it. She wasn't in the best position to pull her toe free, and wasn't strong enough obviously as it was wedged solidly. She was about to start despairing over what to do, when she heard a knock on the door which gave her a shock. "Erm...Ms. Shakira, are you OK in there?" I said. "Who's that?" she shouted from her vulnerable position. "Umm, just room service Ms. I was just returning your laundry and having a quick tidy when I heard you. Do you need anything?" I said, trying to ignore the images my mind was now producing of Shakira in the bath. "Yeah....well there's one thing. Have you ever gotten your toe stuck in a tap before?" she said in an embarrassed tone. "I can't say I have, but you could try using soap. You know, to lubricate it so it slips out" I said, wondering how she could've managed it. Shakira felt around in the bath for a moment, then looked over the side. There was no sign of the soap. "Here's the thing....I can't find the soap" she said quietly, obviously embarrassed about this, which was to be expected really. I thought for a moment. "OK, well I have another with the towels, I'll get it for you" I said, and went to her room where I'd left the towels. I picked up the soap and headed back to the bathroom, tearing off the wrapper as I did. "Right I've got the soap, how do you want me to give it to you?" I said, knowing she surely wouldn't want me in there. "Well you best just come and give it to me before there are any more problems" she said. I was shocked for a few seconds, and then reached down and turned the handle with a shaking hand. I slowly opened the door and looked in. Shakira was sitting up in the bath, covering her breasts with her arms. "It's OK, I'm decent" she said, biting her lip with embarrassment. To be courteous, I looked away for her comfort and walked slowly towards the bath. Because I was looking away, I didn't see the other bar of soap laying on the wet tiled floor. I stepped on it and slid. "Oh Fu..." I shouted as I slipped over forwards. Shakira reached forwards to try and steady me, but couldn't. I landed hard-on the side of the bath, just about avoiding smashing my head, and ended on my knees holding onto the bath. Shakira had her hands on my shoulder. "Are you OK?!" She said worriedly. I turned and looked, and had a glorious view. Shakira's uninhibited chest was right in front of me, her firm, pert breasts hanging softly on her chest just inches away. She looked down and saw me staring at her chest, and pulled her arms back to cover herself. "I...I...I'm so sorry!" I spluttered, managing to stand on the wet floor. I went to hand the soap to her and fumbled it. It dropped into the water on her stomach and slid down from view under the bubbles. "I'm so sorry!" I repeated, and turned to make a swift exit. She reached out and grabbed my hand with both of hers, so I turned back to her, and was again greeted by a view of her naked top half. "Calm down, it's not a problem." She said. I looked at her and gave a nod towards her naked tits, starting to get a slight hard-on. "It doesn't matter, you've seen me now. Can you help me get my toe out of this tap. I gawped at her for a moment before snapping to my senses. "Oh yes I'll certainly try" I stuttered, and knelt down by the bath at the taps. I looked around. "Uhhh...we need the soap" I said. Shakira looked down at the water, then put her arms down and started feeling around. She felt around for a few seconds, then came up empty handed. "I can't feel it, it must be down there by my foot somewhere" she said, looking down past her knees then back to me. I pulled my jacket off and threw it back towards the door, then rolled my sleeve up. I tentatively lowered my arm into the water between her knees, and gave her a glance. She looked back, then spread her legs slightly more. I looked back to the water and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. I felt around for a few moments, brushing against one of her smooth legs. I found the soap just near her heel, and grasped it firmly, and pulled it from the bath. "Ahh good," she said with a slight sigh of relief, "now we can get me free now, hopefully" she said with a slight giggle. I suppose you had to laugh at situations like this. I gave a nervous smile, and took the soap. I rubbed it round her toe and the tap, making sure to get plenty on so she'd get free. Once I was satisfied it was enough, I laid the soap down on the side of the bath so it couldn't cause anymore episodes. "Give it a pull" I said to her. Shakira pulled hard, and twisted a little, but it had no effect. "You're going to have to help me" she said, looking at me. I reached into the bath again and figured out the best place for my hands. I grasped her foot with my left, and then her smooth lower leg with the other. "OK then, on 3" I said, hoping she'd get free. "1....2.....3!" I said, and tugged sharply, while Shakira pulled down and back from the tap. With a loud pop, her toe came free. I fell back onto the floor, and there was a loud splash of water as Shakira slid back in the bath. She looked over the side of the bath to see me sprawled on the floor, just getting up. "Are you OK?" she said, looking over, the tops of her boobs just appearing over the edge of the bath. I stood up, and straightened myself out. "Yeah I'm OK. And we got your toe free which is the main thing" I said. "Yeah. Can you pass me a towel?" she said. I walked and grabbed her a towel, and held it out to her. She gave me a knowing look, and I turned away. She stood from the bath and stepped out, before wrapping the towel around her waist. She turned round to get the plug in the bath and stepped back slightly. My hand slid right across her tight arse, its toned cheeks pressing on my palm. That did it, my already semi-hard cock swelled to rock hardness, stretching my trousers. Shakira gave a slight glance as she brushed me with her rear, and saw me turn away to re-arrange my trousers. Shakira gave a sly smile, and turned away. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, pulling her fingers through her hair. She looked around for her hairbrush for a second, and spotted it on the floor. She bent over very slowly and deliberately in front of me, pushing her tight arse up high in the air. She wiggled it slightly as she reached to get her hairbrush from under the sink. If my cock could've gotten any harder, it would've right then. She reached her hairbrush and stood again. She gave a glance over her shoulder at me, her eyes flitting down towards my crotch. She blatantly knew I had a stiffy over her, and looked like she might be enjoying it. I knew at this point I should be asking if she needed anything else and leaving, but I couldn't. I was fixated on her topless figure in front of the mirror, just as any man would be. Shakira glanced again and giggled, then walked across the room to the towel rail. She picked up another dry towel, and then with a flick of her wrist, undid the damp towel round her waist. It dropped to the floor in a heap, revealing her gorgeous arse and legs to me without a thought. I could do nothing but gawp as she calmly wrapped the dry towel around her breasts and body and tucked it in to keep it up. It only came just past her arse, giving me full view of her legs. "Can you come and have a look at my toe for me? It really hurts" Shakira said, turning to face me. I managed to nod and give a reply in the affirmative, and followed her. She walked into her bedroom and sat on the bed, her knees together so I couldn't see up to her snatch. I kneeled down and took her foot gently as she extended it to me. I tried to keep myself positioned so my hard-on wasn't too obvious. I examined her toe as she looked intently at me. I saw no visible injuries, and lowered her foot. "I can't see anything wrong" I said, trying not to look up her towel. "Well I think I could use a foot massage, I've been on the go all day" she said, stretching. "OK then, I'll send for the masseur" I said, going to stand up. She leaned forwards and put a hand on my shoulder. "No, you do it for me. We've been through enough for me to be comfortable with you rubbing me" she said with a slight smile. I thought for a minute, my heart starting to race. I told myself to calm down, and took some deep breaths. "I guess I could do that" I said, gently taking a grip on her feet. She wriggled slightly as I started to massage her feet, not having much experience. She laid back on the bed as I got to a rhythm and rubbed her feet, trying different methods and so forth. She let out a groan and then spoke. "Your girlfriend must be a lucky girl to have someone like you" "Well...erm...I haven't actually got a girlfriend" I said quietly. Shakira visibly spread her legs a few inches, and I couldn't stop myself from looking right up her towel. Her clean shaven pussy lay neatly between her legs. I made sure to keep up the massage so she didn't suspect my roaming eyes, at least not so much. I stared for a good few seconds at her hairless cunt, before averting my gaze again to her feet, though my eye flitted back from time to time. My cock was harder than ever at her little show. "Have you got a boyfriend at the moment?" I asked without really thinking. She seemed to think for a second or two. "I haven't no" she said simply, and groaned again at the foot massage. After a few more minutes of the foot rub, she sat up. "I could do with a backrub aswell" she said, turning and laying face down on the bed. I wasn't sure how she wanted me to do it, so I slowly kneeled onto the bed next to her and started to do the same as I had on her feet. "Sorry but that's just not very soothing, you'll need to be in a better position. I don't mind where" she said with a slight tone of anticipation in her voice. I looked and thought, and realised that the only better position was to kneel over her. She had said any position, so I slowly took position with one knee each side of her. I made sure not to put too much pressure on her with my weight, and started to firmly massage her shoulders once again. She gave a groan of pleasure this time, and I continued with the same style motions as I had on her feet. She relaxed as I did this, and I continued for a few minutes with different pressures and movements until she spoke again. "Can you move lower down?" she said. I looked behind me and realised I'd be straddling her amazingly firm arse if I did. "I'll have to move back" I said, with a slight questioning tone. "I know" she said with a sly smile. I did as she asked and moved slowly back, it not being extremely comfortable with a major hard-on. I shuffled back till I was about where she wanted, and lowered down. I was sitting the top of her legs and bottom of her bum. My hard-on nestled between the cheeks of her arse, which were clearly defined through her tight towel. I hoped she hadn't felt it, and started massaging lower down her back. Shakira felt the hard-on pressed between her arse, and wanted to go further. She pushed her firm arse up against my, and I felt the sheer tightness of the cheeks even through the towel. My thoughts were not on the massage at hand that was for sure. "I need to get more comfortable" she said, "this thing's cutting into me" and pulled the towel from around her body and laid down again, leaving her naked arse to my eyes. I tried not to stare but couldn't help it. The cheeks were as tight as any photograph, smooth and perfect with an awesome shape. I just had the urge to squeeze it, but managed to resist. I kept massaging her back though I think she could tell I was distracted. After a few moments, Shakira pushed her arse up and clenched her cheeks tightly on my rock hard cock. "Are you sure you don't want to get a little more comfortable?" she said sexily, gently rubbing her butt upwards on my groin. "What do you mean?" I said, kneeling up off her. With her freedom to move, Shakira took the chance. She rolled over in front of me, and gave me a full frontal. Her small, firm breasts were topped by hard nipples, and her clean shaven cunt looked even better in full light, the lips glistening slightly with moisture. "This is the view you've wanted all evening, so when I say more comfortable what do you think I mean?" she said in a sultry tone. I was fairly stunned, but went along anyway. I kicked my shoes off and then pulled my socks off, and threw them aside. Shakira sat up and watched me. Her hand slid over her thigh and onto her pussy, where her middle finger started to gently stroke her clit. I unbuttoned my shirt with shaking fingers and dropped it onto the floor, then undid the buckle on my trousers. As I started undoing them, Shakira spoke. "Oooh, come on. This is what I wanna see, the cock that's been poking me in the arse for the last 20 minutes" she said with a smirk. I smiled back and undid my trousers, and let them drop the floor, to reveal my shorts tented by my hard-on. I kicked the trousers out the way as Shakira lustily eyed my groin. I pulled my shorts away from my body, and then down to bring my hard-on into view. "So bellboy, or should I say bigboy," she said with a wink, and then a giggle as she looked at my 8" cock. I kicked my boxers away, and stood before her totally naked. "You going to introduce me or what?" she said with a giggle. I smiled at her and climbed onto the bed, my cock bouncing as I pulled myself up against the pillows. Shakira rolled onto her side and looked up at me, and then down to my rock hard erection. She reached out and gently took a grip on my cock, which made it twitch. She smiled and gently started to jerk me off, sliding her hand up and down its length. Shakira did this for a couple of minutes and then rolled in between my legs, her head right by my cock. She really wanted to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Shakira" she said to my cock, and then slid the first 3" into her mouth and sucked for a few seconds, and then pulled it out with a long lick of her tongue. "This is my tongue" she said, and then plunged back down on my cock, all the way down till her nose touched my pubic hair, deepthroating with no problem. "And that's my throat" she said, jerking me off again. She then sucked on the head of my cock whilst jerking the bottom of it, and then pulled off again, her fingers gently fondling my balls. "I hope we can get to know each other better" she said, and then sunk my cock back into her throat. All I could do was groan. She was a fantastic cocksucker, and wasting no time, sucking me hard and playing with my balls. She bobbed her head up and down with increasing pace, still sucking like there was no tomorrow. Having been horny for ages, it wouldn't take long for me to cum. After only a few more minutes, I felt the pressure and warned her I was nearing the edge. She simply got faster and more vigorous in a bid to get me off. That was all it took, and I grabbed her head. My fingers twisted in her blonde hair as I came into her throat with a grunt, blowing what felt like the biggest load of my life. She choked slightly in shock and then swallowed my load in a series of big gulps. I let go of her head and slumped back against the pillows as I regained my breath. Shakira kneeled up and wiped her mouth, smiling at me. "That was amazing," I said. "Thank you," she replied simply, and then laid down on the bed next to me, fondling her nipple. I caught my breath and admired her long, toned body. It was enough to give me another hard-on, which hadn't fully subsided in the first place. I extended my hands and ran them over her body, giving her a quick feel. Her small breasts were firm and pert, her stomach was perfectly toned, and her pussy smooth as the day she was born. She gave a moan and let me quite happily, before she rolled on top and leaned down to give me a kiss. I returned her kiss, our tongues meeting. Using her elbows, she pulled herself up my body so my cock bounced up between her legs, and then pushed herself back down, pushing me into her. I gave a groan, as did she as she pushed her tight, wet Latin pussy all the way down my 8" shaft till my balls hit the back of her pussy lips. "Now that's the stuff" she moaned, and pulled herself up till just my head was in her, and then pushed back down harder than before with a grunt. She sat up on my cock and locked her knees onto my hips, and then started bouncing on my cock with increased pace. She grunted every time she pushed down on me, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she gasped for air. It was a great sight, the hot Colombian singer riding me, her tight, shaven lips gripping my cock tightly. I reached out and held her hips, enjoying the tight hotness of her cunt. She looked like she was getting quite tired, so I leaned up and drew her into a kiss, and then rolled her onto her back. Laundry Service She spread her legs wide as I settled into place on top of her, and then locked them tightly behind my arse as I thrust into her. I kissed her as I pounded into her, feeling her rapid breathing. We'd been fucking for around 20 minutes now, and she started moving faster. She groaned loudly as her body tensed up, then shook as her orgasm washed over her. She moaned loudly again as she came, her tight pussy clamping down and massaging my cock. I couldn't hold against her orgasming body, and came myself. I drove into her and let my load go deep inside her, which made her give another grunt. We both slowed to a stop, sweating and tired. "Well that was fun" Shakira said, unwrapping her legs from behind me. "I can't deny that" I said, rolling off her onto the bed next to her. "Do you give this room service to all your customers?" she said with a giggle. "No, only special customers" I said with a laugh. She smiled and gave me a kiss, before peeling her sweaty body from the bed, pulling me with her. "We need a shower" she said, heading back to the bathroom. "Don't get your toe stuck this time" I said humouredly. She rolled her eyes with a giggle. She turned the water on and stepped in after giving it a few second to warm up. I stepped in after her, and she leaned up to give me another kiss. She grabbed the soap and we started washing the sweat from ourselves. "Can you wash my back?" she said sexily, handing me the soap and turning round. I lathered up her shoulder blades and then moved down. With her being shorter than me, I knelt down behind her and soaped up her lower back. She wiggled her hips slightly as I started washing her tight bum, soaping up the cheeks and tops of her legs. She wiggled her arse some more and stuck it out. "If you keep teasing me with that arse I'll have to fuck it" I said to her in a mock-warning tone. "We couldn't have that now could we?" she said with a sly smile, deliberately teasing me. I stood up and washed her back again, and she pushed against me. "I think that's enough back washing" she said, my cock resting between the top of her firm butt cheeks. She washed my hard-on, taking plenty of time and stroking me gently, teasing me some more. I pushed my cock up between her firm cheeks, and she clenched tightly on me. "I warned you, don't think I won't do it" I said with a smirk. She looked at me and smiled, then reached up and flicked the shower off, and stepped out. She threw me a towel as I stepped out and grabbed one herself. I gave myself a quick overall rub over, but she spent far more time. She spent lots of time gently drying every inch of her body, bending over in front of me and drying her tight, inviting arse. Her long legs were fully stretched, her smooth pussy on display as she dried her shapely rear off. "I warned you about teasing. If you don't be a good girl you'll have to have that teasing arse taught a lesson" I said in a more warning tone. "Well I guess my ass is on the line" she said with a cheeky smile. I decided that enough was enough, and I wanted to fuck that arse. She was now facing the bath, so I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock into her arse. "Have I done something wrong?" she asked innocently. "You've teased once too many times" I said, rubbing my cock gently on her lower back. "Well I best take my punishment then, it's the only way I'll learn" she said sexily, bending over in front of me, gripping the side of the bath to steady herself. I stepped back slightly to admire her tight arse, and simply couldn't help myself. I reached out and laid a firm slap on her rear, giving a healthy sound. She moaned lightly, and I took position behind her. I pushed my cock between her buttocks and up to her tight arsehole. She seemed pretty relaxed, so I carried on without saying anything. I held her hips as I gently pushed forwards and nudged my cockhead into her tight sphincter, trying to persuade it into releasing. I continued to enter her gently so as not to hurt her. I looked at her and could just about see her biting her lip and heard her rapid breathing. I got the head into her and then pushed into her slowly in a single motion. Her back arched and she groaned as I pushed my full 8" in up to the hilt. She grunted in slight pain as she got used to the feeling. I slowly pulled back out to just the head then pushed firmly back in, faster than before, causing her to grunt in a pain-pleasure sensation. I started slowly fucking her in the arse as she got used to the feeling. I firmly gripped her hips and pushed in and out of her, gaining pace. Within a couple of minutes, I was fucking her tight arse at a good pace. She was groaning constantly, obviously enjoying being fucked in the ass, her hands gripping the bath tightly as her body rocked with every thrust. Her juices ran down the inside of her thighs from her hairless cunt. She was breathing hard between her groans, and she started grunting louder. I sped up so I was fucking her arse good and hard as I figured she was about to orgasm. I was right, she squeezed her legs together and tensed up. "Ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." she muttered as her body shook with orgasm. She screamed loudly in pleasure as her orgasm hit her full on, her sphincter clamping down so hard-on my cock I could barely move. With the increased tightness and a screaming Shakira, I had to let go. I gave a few thrusts and then drove myself all the way into her and let go. My hot load shot into her arse, causing her to give another groan as she felt it spurting into her. We slowed down, and I rested against her for a few seconds before I pulled my shrinking cock from her arsehole. I stepped away from her, and she stood up, rubbing her back from being bent over. "Well there's a punishment that I won't forget in a while" she said with a smile, turning and giving me a kiss. She led me back to her bedroom, and we laid down to rest after our exertions. "That was great" I said to her, looking at her. "Well, I've only ever done 'that' a couple of times before, and then it just hurt because they rushed it" she said, holding my hand. I glanced at the clock. It was 9.45. "My shift finished ages ago" I said idly. "This was better than working don't you think? And it was work, you were simply giving good customer service" she said with a giggle. After getting dressed again, I decided to ask her the question playing on my mind. "Will I get to see you again?" "Well, I like this hotel. Nice and quiet, out of the way, and has very pleasant service" she said with a smile and wink. "So anytime I'm here, I'll stop in here and maybe our paths will cross again" she said with a smile. "OK cool," I said, unable to think of anything else to say, "well I've got to go." Shakira stood up and gave me a long, passionate kiss. "Thanks, it's been a very nice evening. Goodnight" she said as she showed me out the door. I walked out into the stairwell and grinned widely. I had just slept with Shakira. Maybe working late shifts at the hotel had it's upsides... This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! I looked out the hotel window from the third floor, out across the harbour and the sun low in the sky over New York. I was working as a bellboy in a medium sized hotel. The hotel wasn't a grand place, but it was a nice tidy getaway for people. It had hosted a few international celebrities who liked its out-of-the-way status, such as Kylie Minogue, Angelina Jolie just a couple of weeks ago, and Bono from U2. They had complimented the hotel because they said it allowed them to escape the media. This evening I was doing a 5-9 shift, filling in for someone that had bailed at the last minute. I was doing my normal rounds of returning laundry, delivering new towels and so forth. I yawned and glanced at my watch, which read 8.20pm. 'Only 40 minutes to go before I can bail' I thought to myself, and picked up my list. I looked at the next room on my list, and saw there was a celebrity with us. It was Shakira, she'd only just booked in earlier in the day. She'd obviously just flown in. I picked up her laundry and headed up the stairs to her room on the 5th floor. 'I wonder if she's around?' I thought to myself, hoping to get to meet her. I reached her door, my heart rate increased with slight nerves at possibly meeting the hot Colombian star. I raised my fist and knocked loudly on the door. There was no answer, so I knocked loudly again to be sure. Again there was no answer. I figured she must be out, so I found my bunch of keys and let myself in. I stepped cautiously in, in case she was in. "Ms. Shakira ma'am?" I said tentatively, but there was no response. I closed the door behind me, and carried her laundry to her bedroom. I set it down on the bed, and set about having a quick tidy of her suite, which was what I was being paid for after all. She had the luxury suite on the top floor, near separate from the rest of the rooms, to give them some quiet I guessed. I heard a shout from the bathroom and realised Shakira must have been there after all. I walked quickly down the hall and knocked on the door. ***** The End. As usual, E-mail me with any responses. I like reading your feedback, so let me know whatcha think! Laundry Service Its times like these that I wish I had a dryer. Standing here in an abandoned Laundromat, on probably one of the hottest summer nights in Texas, isn't how I expected to spend my precious free time. Then again, I didn't expect my all too reliable Kenmore dryer to fuck up. Short circuit...go figure. Now, as I'm staring at the hypnotizing whirl of colors in the Dexter Stack-On dryer, I'm wishing it would hurry the hell up. I want to go home and spend the rest of my weekend on something more exciting before I have to get up at six the following Monday morning. The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker while the dryer whirs and does its job. It's so hot. I can even feel the sweat beading on my neck, dampening the cuff of my t-shirt. The air conditioning long since burned out, I assume. Morbidity sets in as I think about whether or not burning alive would be better than freezing to death. I snort. Probably not. I mean, with freezing to death, everything goes numb so there's no pain. Burning alive, however, would hurt like a bitch. Skin from flesh, flesh from bone...Jesus, I need to get out of here! As I contemplate this, I suddenly realize that I'm not alone. The door swings open and a man steps through, seizing my gaze for a moment before he returns to the task of maneuvering his basket inside. My inner 'creeper alarm' doesn't go off so I feel compelled to flash him a smile. You know those signals, the ones that tell you if he'll strangle you where you stand or if he's just an average Joe? But let me tell you, there was nothing average about him, and yet, everything was average about him. From his plain grey t-shirt that hugged his muscular upper body down to the sweatpants that hung low on his hips and finally, to the generic white tennis shoes that meant business. Those shoes don't mess around. I don't realize I'm staring until he purposely clears his throat and I look at it. Not at him, but his throat. Smooth skin, Adam's apple and as my eyes travel upward, his neck along with half his face is stubbed with dark, tidy hair that matched the ruffled hair atop his head. A manly man, this one...simply delectable. I finally lift my gaze to his and his eyes truly captivated me. Cheesy? Yes, but I digress. The deep green orbs reflected a fine emerald hue and I would bet on it that if I was closer I could spot specks of gold. His bemused expression and raised eyebrow make me chuckle. He smiles. It's so hot. I turn my head back to the whirl of clothes, but I am unaffected by them now. I am mesmerized, drawn to him. I want him. Hyperaware of his presence now, I keep my eyes fixed on my clothes. He loads a washer with his laundry and the appropriate detergent. Lowering the lid of the machine, he flips a knob to start it and turns to me. He gives me his name as if it's common etiquette to introduce oneself to a stranger in an empty Laundromat. I shiver when I hear that husky southern burr. God must've known my weakness. I can feel my nipples tighten against my shirt, my nether regions becoming damp with desire. I nod to him with a shy smirk and return my attention to the dryer. There must be something wrong with me tonight; getting turned on by the mere sight of a stranger...a mysterious and insanely sexy stranger. When had I become so wanton? But, he doesn't let it drop. He presses for my name and I chuckle softly and turn to him. Once I deliver it he nods and we both return to gazing at the dryers. I feel him peeking out of the corner of his eye at me, and I don't understand what he's looking at until I finally glance down. I am taken aback by how hard my nipples are blazing through my flimsy t-shirt. Fuck, I forgot to wear a bra. Fuck, how long have they been doing that?! Hell, I wasn't about to give him a show. Defiantly, I cross my arms over my chest, flinching at the friction I inadvertently applied to my sensitive nipples and look at him pointedly. He turned away with a grin, knowing as well as I that the current blistering temperature in the room had nothing to do with my peaking buds. I glare at nothing in particular. I didn't want to be attracted to this man. I didn't want to imagine what he would look like naked and slamming into me, his face contorted in intense pleasure...I didn't want to be turned on by that very thought! I shifted my weight nervously onto my other foot and felt his eyes on me. I turn my head towards him, captured by his gaze yet again. This time, he brazenly toured my body, probably undressing me with his eyes and licked his lips. Apparently he liked what he saw, for when his eyes returned to mine, they were darker and swirling with lust. Growing uneasy and with weakening restraint, I finally accept the truth. It was obvious to both of us that we wanted each other, but the hurdle of being in a public place was too big for me to overcome. Although I have to admit that the idea excited me greatly, I'm not so uninhibited. Never was. Then again, he doesn't know that... The dryer beeped its conclusion and I wrench my eyes away from his to glare at it. I heard him chuckle under his breath and I smiled in response, focusing on his mouth. My gaze sought full lips that looked rough due to the bordering facial hair and were curved into a genuine smile. Lips that I wanted to kiss. That being said, I grabbed my empty basket with a sigh and begin to load my clothes, not bothering to fold them. I'm turned away from him, but I can feel his admiration of my backside. My objective was simple: move out. With everything in tow, I nod my head in farewell and he ruefully reciprocates. You bet your ass he did. I may not be the fantastical rail thin blonde, but hey, I'd like to think that men like a little somethin' to hold on to. I arrived at my car and loaded the backseat, relieved that my common decency was still intact. Going through my mental checklist of items I brought with me, being the responsible adult that I was, I realized I had forgotten my box of fabric softener. Shit. Should I leave it? Or should I go back as an excuse for one more glance of the ridiculously hot and mysterious guy? The choice was obvious. On shaky legs, I climbed out of my blue Elantra and slowly strolled up to the door. Once I reentered the stifling facility he was facing the door, waiting for me. With a sly smile on his face, he held up my box and rattled it, taunting. I blink in disbelief and walk towards him. Reaching for the box, I don't see his other arm shoot out to snare my wrist. Next thing I knew, he dropped the box and we were all over each other. I couldn't even tell you how I got here. One second, I'm leaving this man's life, the next I'm being lifted in his arms and placed on one of the washers with his tongue down my throat. And Lord, could the man kiss. Our tongues massaged one another as he wedged his hips between my thighs, my short skirt riding dangerously high. One of his hands gripped the back of my head to brace for the onslaught of his kiss, while the other smoothed up my outer thigh. His lips were softer than I expected, despite the fact that he crushed them to mine as if he was staking a claim. His beard scraped against my face, making me desperate for more of that numbing friction. This wasn't just making out. This was electric...consuming...explosive. He nipped at my bottom lip before exploring the expanse of my neck and found my sweet spot. I mewled in his ear, my hands clutching his strong, broad shoulders to bring him closer. "You're so sexy," I hear him murmur against my sweat-dewed skin. I tremble at his words. If burning alive is what this is called, then fuck freezing to death. I nibble on his earlobe and hear his animalistic growl. This is what I need: some good old-fashioned fucking by a man who clearly knew what he was doing. Now, I don't even care about the fact that we're out in public where anyone can just walk in and see. All I can focus on is this anonymous man and his sinful, unexplainable desire for me. I can feel my wetness seeping down my inner thighs, ready for the hard tool bulging out of his sweatpants. The next minute, my shirt is whisked over my head and he dives into my breasts, suckling my hard and pink nubs. Coherent thought at the moment is lost as he hungrily tongues the responsive peaks, rasping my nipples against his rough beard. The tingly shocks of pleasure shoot all over my body, creating an almost unbearable sensation and I arch into his touch. The hand that familiarized itself with my thigh moves inward, burning a path to my center. His fingers lightly brush my drenched, naked pussy and he pulls back to look at me in surprise. "It is laundry day," I shrug. He grins devilishly, turned on by my choice of 'going commando' as they say. Calloused fingers return to my folds and I moan before I'm silenced again by his demanding mouth. Waves of pure heat spread throughout my body and I need to feel him moving inside of me. Now. Uncaring of potential onlookers, I frantically rip down his pants and boxers and fist the hard shaft in my hand. He groans at the friction, further fueling my passion. He had the most beautiful cock and it fit perfectly in my grasp. Faster and faster I stroke him, fastening my lips to the accelerated pulse at his neck. Nipping his skin, he replaces my hand with his and spreads my legs to place the head of his member at my aching slit. I almost scream aloud when he rubs the mushroom head against my slippery folds, teasing my hidden nub. Instead, I bit my lip to stifle my excitement as he shudders from the action. Slowly, he begins to push into me. By now, I'm so close to coming, had he entered me in one quick thrust, I would have exploded all over him. Even still, the slower, agonizing entry builds up something deep within me. Pressing into me, he bottoms out and I wrap my legs around his lean waist, trying to pull him in as deep as he can go. His hand curves around my hip and grips me there, while the other smoothes a scorching trail up my back to support me. We begin moving, our moans and whimpers blend into the others. I knew I wouldn't last long. The angle of his penetration caused the ridge of his cock to brush against my clit and every thrust felt like an explosion. It was too much. I came hard all over him, my pussy clenching and milking his cock. He responded with a throaty growl that was drowned out by my screams and continues pumping into me, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts. I claw at his shoulders as I'm hit with back to back orgasms, my legs quaking from the brutal drives of his rigid cock into my slick pussy. Driven purely by lust, he quickly plunges into me, shifting my body up and latching his mouth on my nipple. The warm and hard suction shoots straight to my essence and I cry out in ecstasy yet again. He came with a roar a second later, his seed jetting into my womb in four quick and powerful thrusts. He buries his face at the juncture of my neck and shoulder while my numbed limbs hang over the edge of the washer. Our breathing is frantic as we hold one another, waiting for our breath to slow. Finally, he pulls out of me and I can feel his sperm seeping out of my ravaged core and down my inner thighs. I loved it. I hop off of the counter as he pulls his shirt over his head, catching a glimpse of the little half moon indentations on his shoulders. I smile and he returns it while pulling up his pants and boxers. Smoothing down my wrinkled skirt, I replace my shirt and hesitantly walk towards the door. He calls out my name and I turn to him, cocking my head to the side curiously. He holds out the fabric softener I had long forgotten about and I blush and step towards him. Just as I'm about to take the box, I glance up into his eyes and melt under his stare. My hand connects with the box but I don't take it just yet. Instead, he leans over and places a gentle kiss upon my lips and it makes me feel cherished, appreciated. I respond to him in kind and his tongue trailed over my quivering lips, memorizing my taste before he pulled away. "It was nice meeting you," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. I snort. "You too." I look into his eyes once more, then turn my back and leave. In my car my heart races, unbelieving of what I had done and extremely exhilarated by it. The entire drive home I replay those last fifteen minutes that would forever be ingrained in my mind, shifting in my seat as the waves of desire take root in my body once again. Once home I place my basket on my bed and glance at the box nestled there. It was then that I noticed he had written my name on it. Eagerly, I take the package in my hand and open the flap to find that he had scribbled a date and time with the words 'see you then' underneath it. Grinning ear to ear now, I ran to my hamper and emptied it, gathering as many dirty clothes as I could but then stopped myself. What the hell was wrong with me? My mind started to chastise me for my actions but it was silenced by the lustful images that flashed into my mind. "Fuck it," I said aloud, gathering my dirty clothes once again. After all, he might need to borrow some fabric softener.