8 comments/ 42164 views/ 3 favorites The Laundromat By: marriedpervs by Steve. Bloody machine! Don't you just hate that? The very day your wife needs her favourite dress washed, your frigging washing machine breaks down and you have to go to the local laundromat. Dee & I were heading out to a cocktail party for my work when our machine decided to chuck it in and spew water all over the laundry floor. Dammit! I grabbed my keys after cleaning up the mess and jumped into the car with Dee. The local mall had a laundromat and we raced in. There were several other people in there, most of them reading books or magazines as they waited for their clothing to be finished. We were both frantically getting things sorted out with the machine. When we finally got it all going after putting our coins in, we noticed that the other people had left. Strange. We were all alone. The only noise that could be heard was the rattle of the machine containing Dee's dress, and the faint hum of the traffic outside. Dee suddenly looked up at me with THAT glint in her eye. "Uh-oh" I mumbled. But it was too late. Before I knew it she had bent over one of the washing machines, and hiked up her skirt. She yanked down her knickers and said, "Fuck me babe". Her fingers were rapidly moistening the slit I know so well, and so without hesitation I walked over to her. I grew hard very quickly, and as I grabbed her by the hips, she reached back and guided my cock to her hungry cunt. I knew Dee was in one of her really wild moods from the way she was acting, and so I decided to give it to her good. As I felt the tip of my cock touch her lips, I jammed upward and in. She gasped with shock from the sudden onslaught. I really enjoy sometimes fucking the crap out of my wife as most of the time she takes charge. This time I decided I would show the horny bitch who was boss. I fucked and fucked her, jamming it in hard and deep. As I was looking at the clock trying not to cum with the intensity of what we were doing, I noticed a man standing in the corner. He must have come in and seen us, and stood watching quietly, not wanting to disturb us. His cock was erect inside his shorts. I whispered in Dee's ear, "Dee, theres a man wanking in the corner watching you fuck you slut! Shall we put on a really wild show for him?" Dee did not answer. She merely pushed my cock out of her sopping pussy, and scooped up some of her own fluids onto her fingers. Without looking back at our voyuer, she rubbed the juices all over her anus, and inserted two fingers. She pushed them in and out a few times before groaning, "Stick that fat cock in my ass. Make me squeal like a stuck pig as you cum in my tight ass hole. HURRY - I want you in my asshole NOW!". Without hesitating, I pushed the head of my cock into her tight asshole. It was slippery but still tight, and so I eased it in. I did it slowly, but also firmly, pushing and pushing until the sphincter muscle relaxed and the remainder of my cock almost popped in. Dee responded beautifully. She pushed back and begged me loudly to fuck her deep in the ass. The guy in the corner now approached us and stood about three metres away. He had a clear view of Dee's face now as I pumped her ass with my cock. He was wanking furiously, and Dee looked up to see him stroking his cock. I knew she would be unable to resist. "Get under me and suck my clit" she said to the total stranger. I backed off a little until the guy could get positioned under us enough to suck on her swollen clit. I then pumped back in her ass and gave it all I had.I waited about two minutes and then Dee started to cum. I knew it because she reached down and almost pulled the strangers head off tugging his hair. At the same time she simply jammed her body backwards so that my entire cock was buried in her ass. I started to cum too, and this guy did not miss a beat! He simply sucked and sucked on Dee's throbbing clit until her spasms subsided. I collapsed in a sweaty heap onto one of the benches next to the machines. I was surprised to see another four people were sitting opposite watching! Email Us - Don't forget - if you would like Dee to do some posing for you, just ask! Email Us. The Laundromat She wandered through the house feeling restless and bored. All her work finished. She had taken advantage of the quiet earlier in the day and napped. Now she was wide-awake. Picking up a book, she found she did not really have the concentration for it. Sighing she put it down and decided to take a chance and call him at the office. This was some times risky and she knew not to call him if it was not important. Reaching for the phone, she came up with an idea for something to do, as well as be a legitimate excuse for calling him. Either he will let her do what she wanted, or perhaps he will be motivated to get home a little quicker. Secretly she hoped it was the latter. It was not as if she really wanted to go do more work this late at night. Dialing the number, she did not realize she was holding her breath until he answered. Hearing his voice always made her feel better. "Hello?" Exhaling as she smiled, "Hello, Master." "Still up this late?" She ran through the list of what she had accomplished while he was at the office. "And this hasn't tired you out?" "No, Sir, I um took a nap earlier" She explained sheepishly, knowing this was not a usual practice that he encouraged, unless he was home to nap with her. Going on she asked him, "how long before you come home?" He ignored her question, sensing that she was trying to manipulate him into coming home before his work was completed "Was there something on your mind?" She hesitated briefly before launching into her request, "Well Sir, I um, thought that if it was going to be some time before you got home, I could go to the Laundromat and wash the heavier bedding that I can't do at home. It's open all night and it wouldn't take all that long, an hour and a half at the most?" There was a brief silence as he thought about her request. Normally he would not allow her to be out so late and unattended. However, he felt she knew that he would deny the request and was hoping this would spur him to come home earlier. Smiling to himself, he finally answered her. "That's probably a good idea. I have a couple hours left to finish up some paperwork." She sucked in her lower lip, biting it softly, holding back any sound of disappointment as he continued. "Dress appropriately for leaving the house. Wear your collar, of course. Take the money you need from the house moneybox. Go straight there, and right back as soon as you are done. Which Laundromat are you going to?" Stifling a sigh, "I will go to the one at the strip mall on Carlisle Rd. Thank you Sir." They said goodbye and she hung up the phone. It was not often she reacted like this but she could not help feeling annoyed. The annoyance was with her self. She knew she had taken a misstep with that phone call. She knew that he was aware of it as well. She mentally kicked herself for even thinking she could manipulate the situation. She made her way to the bathroom first to fix her hair, putting it up before leaving the house, as he always required. In the bedroom, she slipped into her clothing, a bra, skirt, and blouse. Slipping on a pair of low heels she looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted her collar. She did not look like someone embarking on a late night trip to do laundry. She recalled the days long ago when going to the laundry meant an opportunity to dress down and be a slob. She loaded up the car and headed out. At the office, he sat and looked at the phone for a few minutes as he contemplated their phone call. He had been disappointed that she had chosen this manner to try to get him to feel sorry for her, as though it was his problem that she was merely bored. Turning back to his work, he found he could not focus on it any more. It WAS late. He had not really planned to be here this long. Finally, he shoved the paperwork aside and got ready to leave the office. An idea was forming in his head. She arrived at the Laundromat, relieved to find it unoccupied. She did not want to make small talk with anyone. Experience dictated that most people doing laundry this late at night were not the type she wanted to engage in conversation. She loaded the largest washer there with the bedding and settled in with a magazine. There was a TV on, too loud since it was set for the daytime, when the place was constantly humming with the sound of numerous machines running. The TV ran 24 hours a day, mounted high on the wall so that patrons could not touch it. Eventually, she found an article to get engrossed in and tune out the noise. In the parking lot another car pulled up. Peering into the windows of the laundry, he did not see her at first. Getting out of the car, he walked towards the door, spotting her sitting at the other end of facility. He slowly opened the door, watching to see if she heard him. It exasperated him that she was not paying attention to her surroundings. The element of surprise will serve his purpose. He had not realized how isolated this place was late at night. In the middle of all these stores, but nothing else was open. He was beside her before she ever looked up. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head just as she was startled to realize someone was right there. Her gasp excited him. "HEY!" She yelped. Then on seeing him, "Oops, Master!" She laughed nervously. Grasping her hair tightly, he pulled her up from the chair. The magazine she had been reading slipped to the floor. Pulling her over to the nearest washer and had her bend over it, resting her torso on the vibrating machine. His left hand pressing firmly down on her back, while his right hand pulled her skirt up, exposing the bare pale skin of her bottom. He caressed the warm skin. He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear, "Are you to call me at work because you are bored?" "No Master, I'm sorry." He pulled back his hand and smacked her bottom with a satisfying thud. "Is it your place to try to manipulate me into doing what you want?" "No Master! I'm sorry!" Again, his hand found its mark, this time pinking her skin. He rubbed his hand roughly over her skin before pulling back and smacking it a few more times. He stood up behind her, keeping his left hand on her back so she did not move while he unfastened his belt and slid it free. Doubling it over, he gave it a snap in the air first. He grinned at the sound. "Part your legs, and stay there," he said as he bent over her and softly spoke into her ear. He stepped back from her, eyeing up his target. Flexing his wrist, he began to bring the leather belt back and forth across her lovely ass. He enjoyed watching the reddening strips rise up, criss-crossing over her skin. Watching her back, he could see that she was breathing heavier. Her legs quivered. Her legs were always a favorite of his and he did not want to neglect them. He took a step back for room and swung the belt lower, across the top of her thighs. A few times the rolled end of the belt fell neatly on the tender inner thigh. Over the noise of the machinery and television, he could hear her whimpers. Tossing the belt onto the next washer, he moved against her, the material of his trousers feeling rough against her abraded skin She could feel his erection pressing against the cloth of his pants, and against her. She pushed back against him, enjoying that he was aroused. He looked around and spotted a door that was slightly open. He grinned and asked her, "is that the bathroom?" She glanced up to see where he was looking and shook her head yes. He yanked her up and led her to the small bathroom. She was blushing, her red bottom still exposed, hoping no one would walk in. In the bathroom, he had her place her hands on the edges of the sink, slightly bending over. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He stroked it while one hand played across the raised welts of her buttocks, causing her to squirm and whimper. He began to rub himself against her, and asked her, "What do you want?" "You Sir." "If that's all, you have me here, I guess I can go home now." She gasped, 'No Sir.please..." "Please WHAT?" She could not see him smiling at her discomfort. There were things she could take, but speaking frankly and openly was a weakness for her. It made her squirm more then any belt could. He enjoyed her distress. "Please Master, I want your cock." "My cock is right here, don't you feel it?" as he rubbed it harder against her for emphasis. Frustration rang in her whimper, "Please Master fuck me." "What was that? I could not hear you. You really MUST learn to speak up dear." He knew the word dear rankled her, and almost laughed aloud when he heard her unsuccessfully try to hide her irritation. He rubbed his cock between her legs and felt her increasing wetness. "Master, will you PLEASE FUCK me now?" As much as he wanted to continue teasing her, he did not want anyone as a witness. Slowly he eased his cock all the way inside her. He steadied himself, grabbing onto her hips. His cock throbbed at the wet heat wrapped around it. He slid a hand under her shirt, working the cup of her bra over her breast to expose it. Finding a hard nipple, he rolled it between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure until she squirmed hard against him. She pushed back against him, gyrating her hips at the same time. Her mouth opened as she breathed harder. Lifting her hips slightly she would then drop down on his cock, riding it. He exerted more pressure on the nipple, making her gasp and tighten her muscles surrounding his cock. They both groaned. He thrust more quickly into her, feeling orgasm growing closer. She let go of the sink with her right hand, lowering it to her crotch. Sensing the movement, he grabbed her wrist and forced her hand back to the sinks edge, whispering, "No, this ones mine and mine alone. You'll have to wait." There was a whimper of protest from her as he shoved himself deep inside her. He held himself there and felt his cock expand and explode inside her. His sperm mixed with the wetness, filling her. The small room was too warm, and smelled of sex. He wiped the perspiration from his forehead as his cock slid out from her. He rubbed the last beads of cum on her reddened bottomed before tucking it back in his pants. Helping her stand back up he turned her around to face him. She turned her face up towards him, waiting for his kiss. Kiss her he did, on the forehead. He turned to leave the room and saw her reaching for the paper towels. "What are you doing?" he asked her. "I was going to clean up, Master" was her reply as she looked at him, puzzled. He grinned as he explained, "Oh don't bother. You'll be home soon enough and clean up there." She looked down; already the wetness was trickling down her thighs. Hearing the jingle of his keys she looked back up at him, "are you leaving?" "Of course I'm leaving. I have had a long day and I am tired. I will see you at home. Unless I fall asleep first" He walked out the door. She watched him leave, feeling more alone and frustrated then she had earlier. She knew it was her own fault, her own lack of patience. She threw the bedding into the dryer, hoping they would dry quickly. The wetness snaking down her thighs kept her aroused and wanting. Outside he started up his car, watching her. He pulled over against the building across the parking lot out of sight. He was not about to leave her alone in that isolated place this late. He enjoyed watching her pace inside the Laundromat, knowing that she had a strong desire to be back home now, regretting her earlier tactics. Once he saw her gathering up their belongings, he left his hiding spot and headed home. He would ponder whether she would get her release yet tonight, or make her wait. He was inclined to make her wait. The Laundromat One Saturday morning I was on my way to get some work done on my motorcycle at a shop that was about forty-five minutes away from where I live. After arriving and turning my bike over to the mechanics to work on it, and mulling around a bit in the motorcycle shop, I decided to head outside to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the nice weather. I walked pass the Laundromat to a small convenient store and purchased a bottle of water. When I stepped back outside and lit a cigarette, I watched a couple of guys in front of the Laundromat talking. I walked passed them and sat on the window ledge under the Laundromat's awning. I smoked my cig and drank my water just minding my own business when a guy walked out of the Laundromat and our eyes met. He did a double take and looked at me again and I gave him a small nod and smile. He walked over to the two guys talking; said something to them and then they finally left. He walked back towards the entrance of the Laundromat near where I was sitting and looked at me. I said "Hi." He replied with the same and quickly walked inside. A few minutes later he walked back out holding a cigarette in his hand and asked me for a light. I gave him one and we started talking. I found out his name was Phil, from out of state and the assistant manager of the Laundromat. We did small talk and he asked if I was married after telling me he was divorced. "If I want a wife, I'll borrow someone's." I replied with a smile on my face. We laughed when he asked teasingly if that also applied to the husband to which I replied, "Hell yes, husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends!" "You're not serious are you Tony?" he asked with a surprised but hopeful look on his face. "Oh yeah. Hell if his woman isn't treating him right, then I will!" "So you're saying if he wanted for example, a massage, you'd give him one?" he asked nervously. "What are you hinting at Phil? You need a massage?" I blew out a plume of smoke. He started rubbing his neck mockingly and "Well now that ya mention it..." I quickly slid over and started rubbing his neck. "Oh god that feels good Tony!" Then he stood up quickly. "You okay Phil?" I asked my hands still in the air where his necked was a few seconds ago. "Yeah. I just have to check on my laundry." And with that, he was inside. I decided to follow him and walked up behind him and reached out for his shoulders this time and started a nice deep finger massage. "Oh please Tony." He pleaded weakly. "Ya want me to stop Phil?" I stopped abruptly lifting my hands off his shoulders. "No! It's just that..." he looked around nervously. "It's not very private here." "Phil," I said, "there's no one in here but us." Without another word, Phil grabbed my hand and led me into a back office that was labeled 'Janitor'. He unlocked the door and we stepped inside. His mood changed quickly, "So you think you're so fucking cute huh?" I started to say something back when he cut me off and said, "That's right! Open your mouth and get on your knees!" And with that he placed a firm hand on my shoulder 'helping' me to my knees. In a flash he had his jeans undone and down to his ankles. He cockily placed his hands on his hips and stared down at me, "Well ya lil' whore? Ya gonna suck it or do I have to shove it in your mouth myself?" I gulped hard as I looked down and saw the thick outline in his underwear. A large wet spot was already forming at the tip of his cock. I started to reach up but obviously not fast enough as Phil grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face close. My nose nuzzled against the shaft of his cock that was straining through his underwear. I quickly cupped his ass cheeks as I regained my composure and started to 'mouth' the outline of his cock's thick shaft. "Oh yeah!" Phil moaned out. "That's a good lil' slut." I reached up and slid my fingers inside his waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang out and landed against my face with a heavy thud. I let out a small moan as I felt the heat from his cock on my face. I quickly reached up and grabbed his thick shaft and started stroking his cock. Phil had a beautiful cock; about seven inches long with a thicker than average shaft, and the head of his cock was wide and a bit 'flat' looking but delicious nonetheless! His balls were extremely hairy and a bit musky but I did sample them to please him and let him know I am a slut! As I was giving Phil head he was moaning and calling me all sorts of wonderful names slut, whore, cocksucker to name a few. I swallowed his gorgeous cock all the way down to his hairy, cum-filled balls. "Oh shit!" he groaned. "You are a fucking whore!" I pulled all the way back and stroked his cock, as I looked him in the eye. "Do it again," he nearly begged me. I kept eye contact with him as I started swallowing his cock again. He started to melt and moaned out, "Oh fuck!" And with that he quickly pulled his cock out of my throat and started jerking his cock. "In my mouth Phil!" I opened wider and tried to position my mouth in front of his cock to catch his sperm. He didn't hear me and kept jerking and was about to cum when I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. I quickly swallowed him down and his cock skidded to a sudden stop inside my throat. Part of his shaft was dry from his hand stroking it and I couldn't swallow him all the way down like I wanted. He came and his cock twitched inside my throat as he did. For a moment there I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen if his cock didn't stop twitching and cumming inside my throat! When he finished cumming he pulled his cock out and thanked me for a hot blowjob. I smiled at him and told him next time I was around; I'd love to have him fuck me in my ass. The Laundromat Disclaimer: Adapted from a manga called "Half Dried Laundry" by Doi Sakazaki. :-: Amy Noteworthy was one of those ditzy women who left doing laundry until the very last minute. She had dark brown hair that reached past her shoulders in waves like a dark river spun over sturdy shoulders that in no way looked manly. She was tall -- almost 6 feet without even wearing high heels) and her most prominent feature, beside her blue eyes and her cute bubble butt; were her tits. Let's be blunt people, Amy was a good person and also a good coworker, but I had the luck of being the only woman in the whole floor of the large company I worked at to get the job because of my mental skills rather than my looks, so whilst I could be reasonable and comprehensible if only for the sake of keeping good relations at work; I was reasonably upset with her. I've been told that I have good enough looks, my breasts are a 34B cup, and since I have about a medium height they are in good proportion with my body. My body is lean, but other than that I have no prominent feature that I like. Amy, on the other hand; had 38D sized breasts; she was taller -- as mentioned before -- and considered one hot piece of ass in the whole building. My problem with her wasn't her body or her attitude, it was that she was always dragging me to do laundry on a lonely Saturday night because she was on the verge of having literally nothing to wear and I was sick of it. It was also unfortunate -- for me -- that I lived two blocks away from her apartment complex. So far, nothing note-worthy had happened, but I should've been careful that night. :-: Since I had been running around doing chores around my small but very cozy apartment, cleaning and such, I just grabbed the easiest outfit ever and ran to pick Amy up. I just didn't notice that I'd pick the one outfit I shouldn't have. My outfit consisted of white shorts -- no underwear since I had been in a rush to get out of my bathroom and into my room -- and a pink shirt -- no bra either, on Saturdays I often went without. I combed my hair, grabbed my short change, my key as well and left. :-: Amy shocked me when she said that she really had nothing to wear. She entered the almost empty -- self-service -- Laundromat and quickly divested of her clothing, leaving her with a tiny swimsuit that resembled a long strip of lace really that covered only her nipples and her pussy lips, though the lower part was much more difficult. Since the swimsuit barely covered her nipples, her aureola were clearly visible to the side, one wrong move and she'd be completely topless. Her lower half wasn't even better. It was just a tiny T-shaped thong attached to the top from the front. I could see -- without even trying too much -- that she was shaved bare. When I couldn't tear my gaze from her, she giggled and said that she always used the laser gun -- one of those new things I wasn't too eager to try -- every year to prevent razor burns when shaving. I sat on one chair not even looking and frowned. I stood up and my frown deepened when I realized I had sat in an old greasy chair. My white shorts from the bottom to my waist were filled with grease. When Amy realized what happened, she gasped. "Oh Diane! You have to wash your shorts, your shirt too! If you don't, it'll stain for sure!" -- I was disgruntled, but couldn't see the problem of it. It wasn't until I slid my shorts down to my legs that I realized I hadn't worn underwear underneath. "Diane, are you going commando tonight?" -- She teased, and I blushed a little as I grumbled out that I had been in a rush all day that I'd forgotten to wear underwear. So there I was, sitting -- in another chair of course -- with my legs shut and my bare arms over my naked bosom. Immediately, Amy sat down next to me and she gave me a magazine so that I wouldn't get bored. Still, I could sense her gaze at my uncovered mound. "What is it?" -- I asked. "Well... I just didn't know you kept your hair like that. Don't you ever shave?" -- She asked in her ditzy voice. I shook my head. I kept my dark auburn pubic hair groomed, but I never shaved. It seemed so indecent to me. Then, I don't know how or from where; but she offered to shave me with some hand soap and a Gillette. "Amy, where on earth did you get that?" -- I asked concerned. "Oh... well... the owner of the place always has these grooming stuff for men. This Laundromat is the closest to the highway, so it stands to reason to have something for possible customers." -- She said flippantly. That, did not make sense to me at all. In the end, I was coerced into sitting on top of a folding-clothes table and spreading my legs so that she'd shave me nice and clean. I thought that nothing could get worse than this, but those 'possible' customers made their way to the Laundromat just then. I was mortified, Amy wouldn't let my legs go and she continued to shave away my pubic hair from my major labia and sometimes even going as far as dipping a finger inside to take away all hair from the inside too. The two men that came in didn't look like truckers, but I guess it didn't matter that much to me whether or not they met my prejudiced criteria of what a trucker should look like. I crossed my arms over my naked chest, but couldn't stop Amy from shaving away. The ditz even started to shave the hair around my anus! I was completely exposed. "Well lookit here!" -- The older one said. He was so tall that next to me -- I was sure -- he could dwarf me. "Mike, leave her alone." -- said the younger male. He was also tall, but not as freakishly tall as his friend. They both had short brown hair, no beard and teasing green eyes. They took in the sight of me and Amy looking so deliciously naked -- or nearly naked in Amy's case -- that I shivered. When Amy finally finished her duty, she washed me off -- I was beyond mortified because she touched every nook and crevice of my major and minor labia in her quest to make sure it was soap-free -- and I almost died when she stood up abruptly leaving me with my legs wide open to the sight of the men. "Oh hello!" -- She said as if she hadn't just pawed me in my naked and hairless pussy. I jumped out of the table and immediately covered my naked and hairless mound and put an arm around my tits in a quest for modesty. The men just continued to gawk at us, but they were charming good guys. They didn't do anything more than stare at our naked forms. As I relaxed -- but only for a minute -- thinking that nothing else could go wrong, the lights went out for two seconds. I almost panicked, but then the lights came on again and I relaxed a little again. Then it began to smell like smoke. It turned out that my shorts had gotten caught in one of the moving wasps of the washing machine. The leaner guy -- who turned out to be named James -- was gentlemanly enough to get it free. He also took my shirt out of the machine and we discovered that they were both ruined pieces of clothing. I was in big shit now. :-: "Well... it seems you have the worst luck little lady." -- James said to me as he handed the torn pieces of clothing to me. "Trust me. I think it'll get worst." -- I grumbled to myself thinking I wouldn't be overheard. Just my luck then, I was overheard by the big guy named Mike. "Well... I guess we could help you out. I could give you one of my shirts." "I don't think I have enough money to pay you for it." -- I said sadly. Then Amy did her ditzy thing and put us into much worse trouble. "Well alright you men, I'll take off my clothes too in payment for the shirt." -- That said she took off her tiny swimsuit and stood there looking more naked than I felt. "Well that isn't quite what we had in mind... although we do appreciate the eye candy... I could let go of my favorite shirt if you suck my cock." I blushed horrified at the idea. I was not a virgin but neither was I an experienced lover. And it looked like he'd be too big for me. Amy looked pensive for the moment and said... "Just a blowjob and that's it? You've got something up your sleeve, I can smell it." I could just about throttle her neck. "Yup. Just that." -- Mike said again leering at us both. "Then ok. I'll do it." -- Amy offered confidently. Mike didn't seem so confident now. It seemed he had been going for the pleasure of seeing me squirm. It didn't quite work. Amy took his cock out of his pants and I was surprised to see he was small. "You did it again Mike. Blowing things like that out of proportion." -- James said snickering to himself. I just swallowed and looked the other way or tried to as James came up behind me. He didn't touch me -- at first -- but his teasing words of discussing Amy's technique left me bewildered and as much as it shames me to admit it --wet. And then I parted my legs a little bit signaling that he had won in his little seduction game. His big hands cupped my naked sex gently whilst he grabbed my breasts and teased my nipples into erection. It pained me to give out a small moan. "Look at that... you're so wet..." -- He said softly in to my ear and I relaxed my naked back against his chest. Soon he had me wailing about my first orgasm of the night, next he had me on top of the table where it all began, pounding his rigid tool -- he was bigger than I'd assume -- into my eagerly wet awaiting pussy. I even forgot where I was after the third or fourth round of sex. Mike looked ridiculously angry because all he'd gotten out of the whole deal was a blowjob. Amy hadn't been forthcoming with anything else, but I doubt she wasn't pleased with herself. I looked at the mirror and almost gasped out loud at the thoroughly ravaged picture I represented. James walked me home -- I was almost naked, the shirt covered me; but somehow it was a windy night and the shirt tails kept flying up and about leaving me bare to the elements. I only took a satisfying hot but quick bath, and slid into the covers of my bed naked. I fell asleep quickly. :-: That Monday morning, I woke up with a sense that there was something wrong. I met with Amy on the bus that took us to work, expecting her to be giggling about my 'misfortune' that Saturday night. She didn't. She did thank me for going with her to the Laundromat that Saturday night. I accepted her thanks with a grain of salt not knowing what to say... until I couldn't take it anymore and asked... "Do you always get into trouble there?" -- I asked. "Trouble? No. I- please don't think me a slut, but most of the time I feel horny and going to the Laundromat on Saturday nights helps get rid of that 'hunger' you know. Anyhow, those previous days you'd come by with me where meek at best... this time though, it was awesome! I never got to have such big orgasms like I did when I watched you be taken by that guy." -- She admitted. I felt a blush coming on to my face. "But why? I am not as pretty or as alluring as you are." -- I asked knowing that I had just dug my own grave. She seemed to smile mysteriously. Then she said: "You know Diane, you give yourself too little a credit. You're a smart woman. You may not have my curves, but you've got something else that men are driven absolutely crazy for. And that is innocence. You're innocent to your own sexuality, so many men would want to have you again and again." -- She said quite matter-of-factly. I felt my blush get brighter. "Oh! The man who ravaged you on Saturday night gave me his number. He wished that you'd call him before Monday morning, but I forgot to call you on Sunday. Oops!" -- She said as she foraged into her bag for the missing number. I reached out for it and she took it away. "What is it?" She smiled widely in one of the smiles that I took to mean she wanted something. "Well... you have to promise me that whenever you and this person hook up, you'd take me along. I won't take your man if that's what you're worried about... I just like to watch." It was official. My face was so red many of the other passengers had taken notice of it. I was embarrassed as I acknowledge her plea and promised. Using the cell phone that I invariably almost never used on the women's bathroom was the most mortifying thing ever. A deep voice answered the call, and I stammered: "Is this James? It's Diane... from the Laundromat on Saturday night..." -- I'd hope no one else was hearing this. I felt so embarrassed about calling a man I had no knowledge of besides his name and had engaged in lascivious sex not once but four times in the course of the evening! "Ah... so it's my little flower. Did you not get my message to call on Sunday?" -- He said. I stammered a no and explained what had happened. He said that he'd call me back and hung up. I was between upset at being hung up and angry that I had risked so much and gotten nowhere. When I returned to my cubicle there was a note there. It said my boss wanted to see me. I wondered what for, I had finished my work for the week on Friday. I was very dedicated to my job, but I thought that I should also go and see what the matter was. My boss is a huge fat guy, who is usually very kind to me. When I entered into his office I expected to be given some sort of new chore to do, but I didn't get that. Off to his right stood a tall man who -- without me knowing why -- made my heart beat like crazy in my chest. Still, with nothing showing up in my face from my prior discomfort I asked my boss what he called me over for. "Well Miss Rogers, even though you do your work splendidly here, I don't want to let you go, but I have to." I felt like the floor had caved off from my feet. "I don't understand Mr. Smith!" -- I stammered softly feeling tears gather up in my eyes. "Mr. Falkes is the Company's president -- and owner -- and he has been looking over your work over the projects. He considers you to be badly situated and has told me he's offering you a job with him. You won't act as his secretary, more like his partner. You'd be working exclusively for him." My heart thundered in my ribcage at those words. I was being promoted?! Then Mr. Falkes turned around and my heart thundered twice as faster. It was the guy I had called not two minutes ago on my cell phone! His green eyes were amused at my small blush, whilst his face was impassive. "You're to come with me right away. I'll have someone else pick your stuff at your cubicle for you." -- He said nonchalantly and then said his goodbyes to my boss. I was too stunned to do much else than nod goodbye and follow up my new boss. When we were far away from prying eyes and ears, I turned to him and stammered... "You recognized me?" He smirked knowingly. "But of course! I have to know every single little detail about everyone who works for me! It was a bonus plus to find out how feisty you're about sex." I blushed deeply feeling humiliated. He stopped the elevator and I felt a quick notch of fear drive up my back. "Let's make this clear Miss Rogers, I know you are qualified for your promotion. But after normal working hours... you're mine. Heart. Body. And most importantly... Soul." Then he kissed me violently rendering me without any strength to stand my weight on my legs as the elevator's doors closed on us. The End The Laundromat Before I tell you my story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am a freshman in college. I live in a small dorm by myself (don't ask me how that miracle occurred). I have always been a straight A student. I am not the type to break the rules, but desperate times call for desperate measures... I looked up after finishing my homework last Wednesday night and realized that my hamper was overflowing and my closet was absolutely, completely empty. "How could this happen?" I asked myself. I was so caught up in the throes of college that I was wearing my last outfit and hadn't even noticed until 9:45. I threw the contents of my hamper into a few laundry bags and raced to the Laundromat just off campus. I ran to the door and found it locked. Normally, I not a very forward person, but this was a major disaster. I banged on the door obnoxiously until it swung open. A man, who looked a little older than me, was on the other side. "We closed at ten," he said with an annoyed look on his face. This was going to be difficult. "Please, please, please. I just started school here and this is the last outfit in my closet and I have to give an oral report tomorrow. I can't wear something I've already worn. I'll pay double." He thought about it for a minute. I noticed his eyes start to wander to my tight tank top. I sighed deeply, which (not accidentally) pushed my breasts up even further. "Alright. I could use some company while I do the drop-off laundry." I began to load my clothes into the washer while he cleaned up a little, rearranged the carts, and closed the blinds. From across the room, he started to talk to me. "Did you say that was your last outfit?" "Yes," I said, a little surprised that he was initiating conversation. "Well, if you want, you can wash that too. I wouldn't mind." I was taken aback by his casual forwardness, but I really did need to have as many outfits as possible. I had never exposed myself to anyone in the light; even with my boyfriends, I always preferred to keep it dark. And I had absolutely never shown anything without at least three dates. That was my rule. But he did let me in here after hours. I figured one way to repay him would be a little show. After a few minutes, I had made up my mind. I slowly pulled my tank top over my head and dropped it into my first washer. I put the detergent in as usual, and started the load. I wondered if he was watching, or if he really didn't mind. I unzipped my skirt and it crumpled onto the floor. I stepped out and bent over to pick it up, taking a little longer than necessary, giving him the perfect view of my ass in my lacy panties. I was very grateful that my last available lingerie was some of my best. The panties were sheer, lacy, and hardly covered me. The bra was covered with the same material and pushed my breasts together comfortably. I had been saving them for a special occasion, but none presented themselves, so they were left for laundry day. At this point, I figured I would just go all out. I slowly walked over to him, swinging my hips slightly. "Can you unhook this for me?" I asked in a whisper. He chuckled and eased the material off my shoulders and watched it drop to the floor. "Whoops, how clumsy of me," he said with a devilish grin. I followed his lead by turning my back to him and slowly bending down to pick it up. When I turned to face him again, I heard him gasp a little and followed his eyes to my chest. My nipples were hard and pointy. I must admit, it was exhilarating to expose myself to a nameless stranger. As a bit of a finale, I took a few steps away from him, hooked my fingers in the lacy fabric of my panties, and slowly slid them down my thighs, giving him a great view of my now bare ass. I strutted back to the other side of the room, dropped the rest of my clothes in, and started the load. I headed to the row of chairs against the wall. "Sorry ma'am, I was about to wipe these chairs down. I'm going to need you to sit on one of the washers, or stand up." I enjoyed the firm, but gentle way he spoke to me. I eased myself on top of one of the washers I just started. It was a big load, and it was an outdated washer, so I still had an hour to wait. I leaned my back against the wall and enjoyed the warmth of the washer underneath my bare skin. It shook and vibrated a little, which began to relax my tense muscles. My eyes involuntarily began to slide closed, but shot back open when I realized my voyeur was approaching. "You look really stressed," he said quietly. "College," I replied simply. I gasped a little as he took my left foot in his hand and started to rub and massage it. "Relax," he laughed "I'm not going to hurt you." His soft, strong touch made me melt. I leaned my head back against the wall and enjoyed the erotic situation I had fallen into. After what felt like hours of him stroking my feet and calves, he placed my left foot on the far end of the next washer over and whispered for me to leave it there while he did the same with my right. In any other circumstance, I would have been embarrassed for a man to see how stimulated I was, my clit hard and my pussy lips spread apart, my juice forming a small puddle underneath me. But I was entranced by this stranger. He kissed up my right leg to the very tip of my thigh, up my hip and across my stomach, and down my left leg. I was spread open as far as I could reach, completely vulnerable to his every desire. I gasped and curled my toes as he leaned his head between my stretched legs and blew his warmth into me. He then lightly ran his tongue over my unshaven mound and my pussy lips. Just as I thought I could not be more stimulated, he flicked my hard nub with his tongue and I let out a small scream. He grinned at me as if to say "That made you scream? Then you will be hoarse before I'm even halfway done." He pressed his nose against my clit and began licking my lips with only the tip of his tongue at first, then licking my entire slit in one swipe. I began to sweat and moan with pleasure. He worked his hands beneath my ass and pulled his head back a little to watch my reaction as he began to lightly squeeze. I shuddered with pleasure. My ex-boyfriend was sweet, but very plain and rather embarrassed when it came to our physical relationship. Needless to say, he never went near this region, so this was a complete shock to me. Satisfied with his effect on me, he began to lick my pussy while he rhythmically squeezed me. He worked his long tongue further and further inside of me, exploring every last inch, and then slowly licked his way out. He bit me lightly, eliciting a louder scream. He was obviously enjoying his ability to make me moan and writhe. He played with me, tickling and squeezing and cupping my ass while he ate my pussy. The vibrations and warmth underneath me coupled with the cool air pumping through the room would have been enough to stimulate me, but combined with the stranger giving me head and the feeling of subservience, I was pushed to the edge. I screamed louder than I ever have in my life as my back arched, forcing my breasts to pop out even more. Right at this moment, he stuck two fingers into my vagina and one into my ass and began to finger fuck me while he bit my clitoris. The intense pleasure coupled with the burning pain kept me shaking and screaming at the top of my lungs until he decided it was to be over. At the exact same time, he bit down hard on my clit and pulled his callused fingers out of me. I lay there still shaking in the florescent lighting as my orgasm subsided. I was still extremely stimulated by the eroticism of our situation and felt almost as if I was on drugs. All of my senses were heightened and-- BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. The sound of the washer nearly made me fall off. My first load was ready to be put in the dryer. "Here, let me help you with that," the man who had just given me fellatio said, as if I was just a customer with a lot of laundry. We quickly loaded my clothes into the dryers, both anticipating what was about to happen. My mind and heart were racing. I had no idea what he expected me to do, or if he even had a plan. But I didn't even have a minute to think about it. "Get on your knees," he firmly instructed. I followed his command and knelt down in front of him. He ordered me to stay in that exact position. A moment later, I felt come up him behind me and suddenly I was enveloped in darkness. He tied some fabric around my head as a blindfold. I heard his voice come from somewhere above and behind my head: "The dryer cycle lasts for an hour. You will keep your hands behind your back and give me head until I cum, and then I will instruct on what you are to do next." I was aroused by his control over our unplanned encounter. His domination of me was apparent and I was surprised at how incredibly exciting it was to be told what to do. I was ready to do anything that would please him and was actually looking forward to feeling his dick inside of my mouth. I felt him get close to my face and I involuntarily started to drip my juice on the floor. I let out a low moan as his cock made contact with my face. He spread his pre-cum all over my waiting lips, then stood still with his dick at the entrance of my mouth, giving me the signal that I was to start. I let the tip of my tongue dance around his member, across his head, and in between his thighs. I leaned my head forward a little so that I could reach his balls. I measured the weight of them on my tongue, and then let them rest in my mouth while my tongue darted across his p-spot. After I was done licking, sucking, and nibbling on his balls, I slowly glided my tongue up his swollen member and to his head. I began to take him into my mouth inch by inch until my lips met his crotch. I was astonished at how thick he was, filling my mouth and reaching well into my throat. I slid back up to the tip, then back to the base, and repeated this motion over and over again, getting faster each time. I used my tongue liberally and sucked harder and harder, making squishing noises that turned both of us on. His hand grabbed the hair on the back of my head as he fucked my mouth faster and faster, harder and harder. "OH GOD HERE I COME," he screamed as he released a load into the back of my throat. "SWALLOW IT BITCH," he yelled as he pulled out past my lips and came again all over my face. I willingly gulped down every drop and even licked my lips for more. I felt so vulnerable, kneeling on the floor of the Laundromat, blind, with a stranger's cum coating my face and throat. He began to stand me up and I obliged. He guided my hands to my sides and left them there. He circled me a few times. I could feel his intense stare and it sent shivers through every inch of me. He came up behind me, rested his crotch against my ass, and whispered in my ear: "That was very impressive my darling. But we are not done. You are going to make me hard again. If you cannot do this in five minutes, you will be punished. Begin." I was a little afraid of the idea of punishment, but eager to please my new lover. He reached his hands up to cup my breasts as I began to grind on him. The feeling of our nude bodies creating friction was sending waves of pleasure all through my skin. "Four minutes." I kept rubbing our bodies together and hoped that I was getting him hard so he would fuck me. My body was overloaded with intensity and desperately wanted release. "Three minutes." I started to grind a little slower and with more motion. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I dripped even more of my fluid onto the linoleum. "Two minutes." I was beginning to get nervous. He squeezed my nipples even harder as I pressed my ass even tighter to his crotch. "One minute." He stretched my nipples out as far as they would go, and then let them spring back. I was really nervous now because no matter how I moved, I could not seem to get him hard. He pulled away from me so suddenly, I almost lost my balance. He didn't reach out to help me. "I am very disappointed in you. You have done a good job up to this point, but you did not follow my request and now you will be punished. Bend over with your legs spread and your hands flat on the floor. Do not move." I was practically shaking with fear. What was this man going to do to me? After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a minute, I felt his presence behind me again. "Do you understand why you are going to be punished?" "Y-yes," I replied shakily. "And why is that?" "Because I couldn't make you hard." "That's right. You learn fast. You could make a very good sub. But first, you need to obey all of my orders." SMACK! I felt an immense pain as he smacked my ass. SMACK! He came down on me again, harder this time. SMACK! Harder again. I could feel welts forming. "Do you understand why I am doing this to you?" he asked. "Because I didn't do what you told me to." "Yes, my pet. Are you ready to make me hard now?" "Yes, sir." But I didn't have to put much effort in this time. I think something about seeing me bent over for him to control made him lust after me. In less than a minute, he was fully ready. He bent me over again, this time spreading my arms out even further so my glistening pussy was even more accessible. He began to caress my lips with his fingers, rubbing and tickling and spreading them. All of the erotic things that we were doing stimulated me so much that he hardly even need to touch me to send me over the edge. I began to have another orgasm, shaking and sweating and screaming. He took his opportunity and slid his dick into my slippery cunt. He thrusted in and out of my tight, young pussy while I experienced the euphoria of multiple orgasms. I screamed and screamed, unable to control myself. This was so much more intense than any emotion I had ever felt in my life. "I'M GOING TO CUM INSIDE OF YOU" my lover screamed as he pumped a huge, sticky load into my already soaked pussy. I collapsed onto the floor of the Laundromat, exhausted. Soon after, my dryers started beeping. He helped clean me up and folded my clothes with me. He dressed me, helped load my bags into the car, and sent me back to get some rest. The perfect gentleman.