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Dirty Laundry

By: AustinTatious7787



My name's Joshua, I'm 19 yet I still live at home with my mom, I started working right out of high school and haven't gotten into college yet, plus I think Mom enjoys me helping her out around the house. She's definitely not weak, but who doesn't mind a helping hand?

I'm 5'10" tall, about 183lbs, blond hair kinda spiky. Mom always tells me I'm a good looking guy. I time to time look at myself naked in the mirror and don't mind what I see, though frankly I'm not thrilled with the size of my package. It's not small by any means, but simply an average 6 inches and as thick as an Italian sausage. But I watch so much porn that times I wish I was as large as the guys with cocks nearly as big as their arm...okay, so maybe not that big but I wouldn't mind it being bigger!

Mom actually looks good for her age, though she's often depressed and thinks no man wants her. She's definitely mistaken in thinking that though, there are tons of guys who want her, for some reason she's just too blind to see that.

Mom and I had just moved into a new apartment with her boyfriend. The guy was a nice guy, but he and I barely talk. I can understand that though, after all I'm the 'tag along' kid who hasn't gotten his own place yet. Her boyfriend, Russel works all day, so since neither her nor I have found jobs in this new town yet, we've been spending a lot more time together. It's kinda nice getting to hang out more.

On this very interesting day, mom got changed into a one piece swimsuit, one that must be new because I've never seen it, and headed down to the pool. I declined the invite due to the fact that my swim trunks are still in storage somewhere from the move. I instead took the time to 'catch up' on things I've missed. By this I mean look at porn online of course. 

It took me a while to find anything online that sparked my interest, but I finally got a massive hard on and started jerking like there's no tomorrow. Unfortunately, I had to quickly stuff my thickened cock back into my jeans as I could see mom coming up the driveway thru the window.

"damn it!" I thought to myself. "I really need to jack off or I'm going to explode inside!"

I retreated to the bathroom, thought about jacking off but I knew mom would be inside any second, so instead I just stood up and waiting for my cock to go soft again. I stepped out and asked mom how the pool was.

"It was good. You know there's a fitness center down there too, you should go sometime." she smiled at me.

"Sure mom," I replied.

Mom went over to the washer and dryer, put a lot of clothes from the wash to the dryer then put some dirty clothes into the wash. It has been hot lately, this must be why mom is still wearing just her one piece bathing suit. I was surprised how revealing this suit was. She had been complaining about her wait, but this was a very low cut and crotch-riding piece. I could actually tell that she has shaved her bikini line. I don't know why I caught myself staring, I guess because I had never seen her like this before.

"Oh shit" I heard mom call out, "the laundry detergent cap fell behind the dryer. It doesn't look like the dryer can come out with ease. Son, can you get me a hangar?"

"Sure mom" I walked to the bedroom closet and got a hanger, unfortunately they were all plastic, a wire hanger would've been perfect.

I handed the hanger to mom and she sat up on the washer, bent at an angle and tried to get the detergent cap with the plastic hanger. I couldn't help it, I started staring again. The crotch on this swimsuit was so small, I couldn't believe my own mother was wearing this. She came back up and handed me the hanger.

"This isn't working," she sighed. She then grabbed a broom and decided she would push the cap to the side til we could reach it without it being behind the dryer. 

She once again did this twist move, basically her ass was on the washer and she twisted her upper body so she could maneuver the broom yet still sit firmly on the wash. This time I noticed something different though...either it was an accident, or mom pushed the crotch of her swimsuit to the side. In plain view I could see a small patch of hair and part of her moistened pussylip. I wondered if it was wet because of the pool or if she was horny? Instincts took over my mind and body. I came up to her, really to get a closer look at the forbidden pussy taunting me.

"Can I help?" I asked. I placed my hand on her thigh, then made it look like an accident as I pulled my hand back. She didn't say anything, so I tried another sly move. I pretended that the broom was nearly going to hit me when she started to bring it up.

"Woah, watch the broom handle!" I exclaimed in false threat as I reached for the broom handle, but instead brushed her pussy thru her swimsuit. Mom's breath and speaking stopped for a minute, then she let out her breath and simply said,

"I'm sorry Son. I got the cap from behind the dryer, do you mind reaching in the side and getting it for me.

"Of course, Mom." So as to be a good sun I did so. I still hard to reach quite a bit but got the cap. I turned around,

"Got it..." and was face first into my mothers pussy. 

She made it look like an accident, but neither of us moved for what felt like an eternity. Once again, instincts took over. I lightly licked the front of her swimsuit, grinding my tongue into her pussy. She moaned and grabbed onto the washing machine. I pulled the crotch of the suit to the side and was greeted by a musky, wet pussy covered in short hairs. I licked her long and slowly and sucked on her clit. I could tell she never had a guy eat her out quite like this from her moans and digging her nails into my back and in the washing machine. I set her on the washing machine and spread her legs wide, slipping my tongue deep into her amazing pussy. As I licked her pussy I also slide my middle finger inside her and began to rub her insides in thrusting, twirling motions. This nearly sent her over the edge, her legs shivered and rocked.

I picked her up and took her over to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed as I took my pants off as quickly as possible. We kissed a very passionate kiss, one I haven't had in a very long time. She reached down and started rubbing my already throbbing cock. Her hand strokes felt so amazing. She rubbed my balls and even tickled my ass a bit, then finally directed the head of my swollen prick to her yearning pussy. I slipped deep inside her, it felt so amazing, definitely better than some of the pussy I've had before. I started out slowly, letting her feel every single inch of my cock as her pussy swallowed it. As we both got hotter and wanting it more and more we sped up our lovemaking. I pounded her pussy hard and deep, moaning loudly and holding her close.

"Oh fuck mom, I'm going to cum!"

She pulled me closer into her, squeezing my ass cheeks as my hot seed unloaded into her amazing pussy. I groaned and jerked as 10 huge load shot deep into her pussy.

She grinned, "well, you're already quite the dirty boy. I have one more thing you have to do if you ever want to fuck me again"

I was confused, but it became clear as she pushed my head down to her pussy. Her cunt dripped with my cum, and she wanted me to clean it up. I spread her pussy lips and started to lick and suck my cum out of her sweet pussy. She moaned and told me how perfect I was.

Needless to say, laundry was always much more fun around the house.

Dirty Laundry



Darrel Duncan walked through the front door of his apartment and immediately announced his entrance to whoever might have been in earshot. When he wasn't answered with any sort of immediate retort he continued on deeper into the home until he came up on the first bedroom door to cross his path. Darrel beat his fist against it before twisting the knob and poking his head inside the room.

"Hey, Jamie," he said after taking notice of the young lady puttering around the cluttered floor of her bedroom. She had been busy gathering up the discarded array of clothing articles when he interrupted her. "Your mom around?" he asked once he had her attention.

"Try back in her room," Jamie answered him with a slight hint of resentment in her voice as she leaned over to snatch up a few more articles. "It was where she was the last time I heard from her."

Darrel pulled his head back and decided to do just that. He walked on back to the bedroom that he shared with Jamie's mother, Paula, and found her right where she said he would. She appeared to be engaged in a similar act of tidiness as she bounded from one side of the room to the other.

"Hey," Darrel said, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. He quickly began peeling his way out of the soiled clothes that he had one.

"Decided to make it home at a decent hour today, huh?" Paula said to him as she continued to go about gathering up clothes and tossing them into the basket that rested on top of their bed. "Can't say I'm upset about that. Just go on and toss those clothes over in the basket. I'm about to go down and get a few loads started."

"You do that," Darrel said, tossing his shirt over towards the hoop. "I'm gonna go ahead and hop in the shower."

Paula stood there and waited until he'd stripped every stitch of clothing from his body and made sure they all made their way into the basket before collecting her things and leaving the room.

Jamie spun her body around and hopped up on the closed lid of the running washing machine next to the one her mother was currently in the process of filling with another load of dirty clothes. With the basement laundry room being as empty as it was at this hour in the evening every racket that the two women kept up seemed to echo that much louder off of the dingy walls that surrounded them.

The noise of the rickety machine that Jamie climbed up on gave Paula cause to cut a few quick looks over in her daughter's direction. She took quick notice of the snide grin that had somehow found reason to appear on her lips.

"What the hell are you grinning on about?" Mrs. Duncan said as she poured detergent over the pile of clothes that she had just finished loading into the washer in front of her.

"Because," Jaime said, placing her palms down on the lid in the space between her legs as she leaned her upper body forward. "I got a date this Friday night. With Sam Jennings," she said, kicking her legs out one at a time as she leaned back into an upright position.

"Is that so?" Paula replied adding the detergent into the machine. "He's not that boy I caught with his tongue halfway up your snatch a few weeks ago, is it?"

"No," Jamie said with a look of disgust on her face. "He's nobody you know. And while we're on the subject, you and Darrel kept me up half the night last night even after I told you I needed to get up early this morning."

"Well, I suppose it serves you right," Paula said, adding another scoop of powder to the load. "Not like the two of you ever give me any consideration when you're going at it."

"It's your own fault," Jamie said to her. "Don't forget who's idea it was for me to start using his cock to break in my hole."

"Something that I've been regretting ever since," Paula said as she lowered the lid and turned the dial on the machine. "How're you coming along anyway?" she asked, sliding herself down to the next washer where another basket waited to be unloaded.

"Alright, I guess," Jamie replied. "We haven't really been at it for awhile now. It's been mostly just straight fucking. Either that or him gushing down my throat. Where is he anyway? I saw him nosing around looking for you earlier."

Darrel stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. Once he was done drying himself he went to his room and threw on a set of sweatpants and a T-shirt. His growling stomach eventually led him in the direction of the kitchen where he was left extremely disappointed by the lack of any readily available sustenance. Afterwards, he left the apartment and made his way down to the laundry room.

"Well look who it is," Paula said when she saw him come through the door. "Speak of the devil."

"Speak of him all you want," Darrel said as he approached the two of them. "What are you planning on doing about feeding him?"

"We were just talking about you," Jamie said to him.

Darrel moved past Paula's back and pressed his body up against the machine that Jamie was sitting on; moving into position between her hanging legs. "Yeah? Anything I'd be interested in knowing about?" he said, rubbing his palms up the length of thighs that protruded from the short pants that she wore. In return Jamie placed her palms against his chest and rubbed them up to his shoulders.

"Not unless you're interested in finding out what a shiftless shit you are," Paula replied as she loaded the machine. "One who'd rather go around making throat babies rather than dumpin' his nut where he's supposed to."

"Damn it, Paula, don't start with me."

Jamie actually found herself tickled into giggles by the sound of yet another storm brewing between them. So excited, in fact, that she casually let a hand slip down and slide in beneath the waistband of his sweats. Jamie fished around for his cock until she had located the thick glans and began massaging it in her palm.

"Hey," she said to him. "Did you hear? I'm going out with Sam this Friday."

"Really?" Darrel said.

"Yes," Paula answered him as she continued to sort through the laundry. "Maybe then someone might finally get around to reaming her out instead of just fucking around."

"Shit," Darrel muttered to himself over the tune of Jamie's giggling. He rolled his eyes up until they came down on her grinning face. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the small cosmetic bag that Paula had brought down with the rest of her things. "Come on, Jamie," he said as he snatched back the zipper and shoved his hand into the mess inside.

"Are you kidding?" Jamie said over a mouth filled with chuckles.

"No. He's just being a dick as usual," Paula said.

"I'm dead serious," Darrel said, flipping up the lid on the small bottle of lotion. "Anything to shut your damn mouth."

He squeezed a huge glob of the slick solution out into his palm. Jamie let go of his dick when he reached down and pulled down the front of his pants and watched as he slapped the lather onto his swelling shaft. Darrel began running his palm over the length of the growing organ with so much vigor that Jamie could hear the noise of the wet spank of flesh slapping against flesh.

"C'mon. What if somebody walks in?" Jamie said, still full of cheer over the ensuing situation.

"Nobody's coming in here," Darrel reassured her. "Paula, would you go check the door?"

"Oh, for shit's sake," she fumed, tossing down the clothes that she held before making a stride over towards the door. She stuck her head out the door and peeked a look up the stairwell, listening for any signs of life out in the small corridor. "There ain't nobody there," she said as she moved back over to her original place behind the washer.

"I can't believe this," Jamie said as Darrel took a step back to give her room to hop down from the top of the machine.

She turned her back to him and placed her palms down on top of the machine. The slapping rhythm made by Darrel jerking his cock off paused for the length of time that it took for him to grab hold of the waistband of her shorts and underwear and yank them down over the fleshy curves of her ass cheeks. He left the rear of her waistband resting just beneath the bottom arc of the two humps to reclaim his hold on his now fully erect staff.

Paula, having gotten back underway with her sorting through the pile of clothing in front of her, cut a look over in their direction and watched as Darrel craned down the wet tip of his pole and worked it through the soft valley between the two mushy hemispheres of Jamie's ass. When she heard Jamie wince out loud she was sure that the meaty mushroom cap had succeeded in coming into direct contact with the outer ring encircling her tight sphincter. She was pretty sure that that was all that had happened seeing as how a lengthy portion of his rod still remained visible to her.

When Jamie felt the weight of his warm, wet cock head come down on the wrinkled mat surrounding her asshole, gaping open the pucker, she leaned forward on the washer and stepped her legs apart as she angled her rear end up higher to meet his intentions. She whined out in anticipation of the movement of the broad shaft that was set to follow the hefty headpiece once it started on its way further up into the depths of her body.

Darrel grabbed up the bottom of her shirt and worked it up just high enough to leave Jamie's tits hanging free. Grabbing hold of one of the well-fleshed mounds, he placed his other hand down on her waist and shifted his hips forward.

Paula watched his stick slip in to the base with one ease of a push. Jamie greeted the filling sensation with her signature shrill cry and Darrel immediately took off with reckless abandonment. Paula twisted her lips up at the sight of Jamie's trembling, rippling flesh as Darrel repeatedly spanked her bottom with his pelvis. With the sound of slapping skin and Jamie's whimpering cadence reverberating off the walls she went on with trying to finish sorting through the laundry.

"So who's this Sam guy?" Darrel asked through a mouth filled with gnashed teeth as he stared down at the picture of his cock slamming through Jamie's crack. The sound of his words were strained as he tried using them in place of the grunts that he wanted to spit out while he relished in the feel of the snug wrap dragging across his shaft. "Anybody we know?"

"No," Paula answered him. "According to Jamie he's some new guy."

"So is she bringing him over or not? Ah, shit!" Darrel belted out loud, feeling his cock thicken and jerk around in Jamie's ass. He slid his hand down the center of her back, coaxing her to bend over further and shove her backside harder in his direction as he sped up the pace of his hips.

"Why?" Paula asked over the noise of Jamie's pants and whines. "You plan on scaring him off?"

Darrel was barely able to focus on her words when he felt the beating pulse swimming up through his straining shaft quickly approaching critical. The next words out of his mouth were a series of grunts that he directed down towards Jamie's trembling cheeks once he felt the wetness start flowing out of him. He slowly began to dial back the speed of his hips which also lessened the volume of Jamie's cries until they were just wheezes and moans.

"As tempting as that sounds," Darrel said as he leaned his exhausted body forward and placed his palms down on the washer next to Jamie's. "I was just curious as to whether or not I needed to be on any kind of special behavior, is all." He gave out another groan as Jamie smashed her cheeks back into him and swiveled her hips around on the dwindling mass still impaling her.

"Feel free to try," Paula answered him. "But I'm sure it'd be a wonder to behold if you managed to pull it off."

Jamie was all chuckles again and Darrel looked over in Paula's direction with a twisted look of resentment on his face.

Paula Duncan walked through the front door of her apartment carrying two armloads worth of groceries. She could hear the television playing in the living room as she kicked the door closed behind her.

"Hey," she called out to the two lumps that she was sure were parked on the couch in front of the screen. "Could one of you get in here and help me?"

Paula made it all the way to the kitchen without receiving so much as an acknowledgement of her presence. After sitting the bags down on the counter she stormed into the living room to see what the holdup was. Once she moved into the room it wasn't hard to figure out. All it took was one look at the television screen for her to understand why no one had been in a big rush to come to her aid. The nude couple undulating and gyrating their fused bodies certainly explained a lot. And a closer view of the pair sitting on the couch watching the show explained a lot more.

Actually, Darrel was the only one watching the action at that particular moment. Jamie was, at present, busy slowly dragging her lips up and down the pole jutting up from his bare lap. Paula walked over to the couch and laid a light slap against the back of Darrel's head, adding more bass to his next aching groan.

"What the fuck?" Darrel whined as he turned around to get a look at her while rubbing the back of his head.

Jamie lifted her head up from his lap and looked in her mother's direction.

"There're groceries in there in the kitchen," was all Paula had to say to her in order to get a disgusted sigh and eye roll out of Jamie. Seconds later, the fist that she rubbed around Darrel's cock suddenly stopped moving and she rose up from her position on the couch.

He returned her look of disappointment when she passed in front of him on her way into the kitchen. "What the hell did you do that for?" Darrel said to Paula as he scooted over to make room for her on the couch.

"Shut up," she said, getting comfortable on the cushion. "Where's the remote?" When Paula was able to fish it out from between the cracks in the couch she pointed it at the television and switched it to something with a little less shock value. Although now the picture of the engorged shaft next to her that she just couldn't quite seem to keep from cutting her eyes over to get a look at seemed a bit more out of place. It didn't help much that Darrel had a disturbing habit of constantly reaching down to apply a few massaging pumps to it (some slow and long, others short and quick) to keep it in a somewhat rigid state. "Do you mind?" Paula said to him.

"No," he replied. "As a matter of fact, I don't." Darrel released his hold on the stick that was still slightly damp from Jamie's mouth and reached over towards the buckle on the front of Paula's pants.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said, looking down at his busy fingers.

"Oh, be quiet," he snapped at her. "Now just sit back and take it. It's obvious that you need this more than I do." After he succeeded in getting the buckle undone and the zipper down Darrel reached up for the fabric around her waistline and began tugging down at the material. "Lift up," he ordered her.

Paula sent out a gust of frustrated wind through her nostrils and lifted her hips up from the seat. Once Darrel got her pants and panties down to her thighs she sat back down, never once taking her glare off of the television screen. Darrel continued to snatch her pants and underwear down the length of her legs until he got them free of her body. When he rose back up he shoved her thighs apart with just enough force to elicit a groan of aggravation from her and gain him a frowning glare from her face. Sliding his fingers down her lower abdomen and sinking a couple into the slit that had been left vulnerable with the spreading of her legs gained him an entirely different noise from her. When he went to digging around between the strips of flesh he was also able to turn that look of scorn on her face into a twisted mockery of itself.

Massaging her inner thigh with one hand and keeping her legs spread wide, Darrel used the fingers of his other to mix up a batch of juice in her cunt that left a glossy shine on each digit that he ran through her slit. He sank a pair into her slick opening and Paula became so moved by the sensation that she fumbled around with the remote that still held until the video that he and Jamie had been watching when she entered the apartment came blaring to life once more.

"Oh, fuck you," Jamie said, announcing her return to the living room. She didn't know which upset her more; the fact that her mother had taken up a seat on the couch next to Darrel while she was busy stowing away the groceries in the kitchen alone, or that his shifting fingers had her hips humping her seat while she panted and moaned out louder than the couple on the screen.

She walked around the two of them and dropped down sideways on the couch next to Darrel. With her eyes focused in on the television screen she scooted up close enough to Darrel to reach out and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

Feeling his fingers slide out of her hole and glide up through her cut until they were able to peel back the hood sheltering her clit, Paula lifted her shirt up until her breasts dropped down into her cupping hands. She kneaded the two masses and pinched at her nipples until the combined sensation of every hand fondling her body forced her muscles to spasm as her clit burst loose with a mind shattering orgasm.

Darrel continued to throttle the bulging bit between her legs even as he spoke over her cries with his own moans that had been supplied courtesy of Jamie reapplying her salivating mouth to his stiffening dick. The lips and the fist grip that she had wrapped around his straining pole continued to pick up their steady increasing pace until he was forced to pull himself away from Paula and apply both of his hands to the head bouncing in his lap.

"Wait an minute!" Darrel grunted out as he struggled to stop the motion of her face and pry her lips up from his twitching member. "Wait a minute." When he finally got Jamie's head up from his lap he had to suffer a confused and upset look from her before turning his face in Paula's direction. "Come on," he said to her.

Jamie leaned back in her seat and folded her legs in Indian style as she watched her mother angle her body over in Darrel's direction. She took his staff up in her grip and her fist became a blur as it began swiping strokes across the lengthy piece of meat. All eyes were on his cock as he leaned back in his seat and began pumping his hips up to keep in tune with the motion of her hand. When the noise of his grunts began to grow louder and more labored Paula cried out to Jamie.

"Hurry up and get me something before he nuts all over the place!" Paula yelled at her.

"Something like what!?!" Jamie called back to her, her eyes still glued to the distended head of his codpiece as she anxiously waited for her mother's pounding fist to produce the first burst of drainage from the organ.

"Shit! It don't matter! Just hand me something! Quick!"

Jamie breathed out a disgusted wind and peeled the T-shirt that she wore up over her head and threw it in her mother's direction, leaving her nude from the waist up. Paula was swift enough to cup the material beneath the head of his cock and bring up a net of fabric to catch the first blast that Darrel grunted and sent showering out of the small slit in his glans. Paula kept pumping her fist until the imprint of her hand could be made out against the wet material that surrounded it. When he was done spraying Paula wiped the drool up from the end of his prick, bawled the shirt up, and tossed it over towards Jamie. She lurched back and swatted it away, voicing her disapproval with a sound that matched the look of objection on her face. Paula got up from her seat, grabbed her clothes up from the floor, and headed off towards her bedroom.

"So how about this guy you're bringing over tomorrow?" Darrel spoke up after he found wind enough through the gasps and wheezes that had consumed him. "Were you wantin' us to clear out of here so you two could have a little privacy or what?" he said, giving up some laughter with his words when he was done.




Dirty Laundry



Jamie leaned her body back against the armrest and threw the heel of her foot out towards his thigh. When it hit Darrel only responded with more laughter and a swipe at the ankle that she quickly jerked away.

"Don't suppose it matters, I guess," Jamie said to him. "Long as you ain't got any plans on bothering us."

"Then you just see to it that we don't have to," Darrel said back to her. He reached over for the remote and added some volume to the television while stroking a palm over his shrinking erection.

Jamie looked over at the action taking place on the screen and crinkled her lips into a frown. "Hey," she called out as she gripped a hold over one of her breasts and shoved a hand down the front of her shorts. "Everybody's had a chance to get off but me."

Darrel turned in her direction and made a reach for her shorts. "Will you quit whining?" he said, dragging them down the length of her legs until he had them off. Jamie's fingers continued to rummage through her lower lips even as Darrel pushed apart her thighs and began lowering his face down towards the wetness at the center of her hips. When his lips and tongue took over for her fingers Jamie captured both of her breasts with her hands, threw her head back over the armrest, and belted out a scream.

Lloyd walked out of the kitchen carrying two bottles of beer in his hands. Chuckling uncontrollably as he moved across the living room over to the couch his friend sat on, Lloyd extended his hand and offered up one of the bottles that he held completely oblivious to the look of outright resentment that Paula bore on her face. Darrel reached up and grabbed the bottle and before Lloyd had a chance to walk himself over to the lounge chair in the corner of the room he felt the other being snatched from his grip by Paula.

"That one's mine!" Lloyd fumed as he looked over in her direction.

Paula tossed back her shot of whiskey. "Seeing as how you ain't so much as lent one plug nickel to a drop in here I say it's mine." She turned the bottle up to her lips and drained it of some of its contents.

"Come on, Paula," Darrel said, taking a drink out of his bottle. "Don't be like that. Lloyd here is our guest. And it wouldn't kill you to at least try and be a little more hospitable."

"Yeah," Lloyd said. "It's not like I haven't been on my best behavior."

Paula took another drink. "If you ask me, we've been hospitable enough," she said.

Lloyd groaned out a disappointed sound that voiced his frustration at having to return to the kitchen for another bottle.

"What'd you do that for?" Darrel said to Paula after Lloyd had left.

"Please," Paula said back to him. "It's just stupid ole Lloyd." She rose up from her seat and grabbed up the whiskey bottle from the floor between them. "You can have fun kissing his ass all night if you want to." Without another word she made off for the hallway with the beer bottle turned up to her lips.

When Lloyd returned to the living room he found nothing there to greet him except for the numerous empty seats. After twisting the cap off of his bottle he had a seat in the lounge chair and enjoyed the first cold sip of his drink.

Darrel shut the bedroom door behind him, getting Paula's attention. She looked up from where she was standing in front of the dresser and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror in front of her. "What's wrong?" Darrel said to her before turning up his bottle again and slowly approaching her back.

"Nothing," she said as she reached up to unlatch one of the earrings that she wore from her lobe. "I guess I'm just tired, is all." She reached up for her other ear. "And if it ain't one thing with that Lloyd it's always some damn other."

"Yeah," Darrel said, moving in behind her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. "And you're a lousy drunk." Paula looked at the picture of his face over her shoulder and held back her grin for as long as she could. It was a feat that was growing more and more difficult to resist once Darrel sat the bottle down on the dresser top and let his hands begin roaming aimless around her body.

Lloyd turned his bottle up once more and emptied it. Neither Darrel nor Paula had returned to the living room and with the whiskey bottle missing he was growing exceptionally bored with the lack of company. He got up from his seat and took a walk. One that lead him down the hallway listening for any hint as to where the two of them had gotten off to. His search eventually lead him to the shut bedroom door at the end of the hall. Lloyd pushed open the door and stepped inside the room. His face instantly lit up with a smile.

Paula lifted and lowered her hips again, giving off another gruff moan as she smashed her glazed labia against Darrel's face. Straddling his head as she was with one of her fists clenched tightly in his hair, she did what she could to ease the pressure with which she smashed her cunt against his face regardless of the abuse that she was suffering from his gaping mouth and lashing tongue. Darrel didn't seem to be in a mood to assist her restraint as he gripped his fingers into the fleshy cheeks of her naked ass and drug her hips down that much harder every time that she dropped them.

Paula was humping his head hard as she strove down the final stretch on the way to her next orgasm when she lifted her head up and saw Lloyd shutting the bedroom door behind him. "What the fuck do you want, asshole!?!" Paula snapped at him. "More beer? Can't you see we're busy? Aaaaauugh!" She dropped her look back down to the head between her thighs and started humping her hips faster as she felt her oncoming climax start to shudder her hips.

"Damn it, Paula. Now why do you have to be like that?" Lloyd said as he continued to watch her naked body shudder and shake as she rode his friend's face into the mattress. "I couldn't have been that much of a fuckin' bother tonight, could I?"

As disgusted as she was with the sight of him standing there in her bedroom, Paula couldn't help but to give in to the sensation swimming up through her body from the juncture between her hips. "Would you just shut up already, Lloyd, and get your sorry ass over here."

He'd already had most of his clothing unbuttoned and peeled away from his body when her words came wafting his way. By the time the last stitch fell to the floor Lloyd was already on his way towards the foot of the bed. Even with her revulsion running rampant all Paula had eyes for at the moment was the growing protrusion extending up from his waist that bobbed and wagged with each step that he took in her direction. When Lloyd reached the edge of the bed she leaned her upper body forward and made a grab for the rod, wrapping her fingers around it and tugging Lloyd forward just a little bit more before stuffing the swelled end into her mouth.

Jamie opened the front door of her apartment and stepped inside. "Come on in," she said to the guy that followed at her back.

Sam Jennings let his eyes float all about the place as they continued to move deeper into the apartment. "I thought you said your folks were gonna be here," he said after they had made it to the empty living room.

"I thought they were," Jamie said, walking over and switching off the television. "I guess that's just all the better. Let's go." She led the way back to her bedroom and invited him to have a seat on the bed. "Did you want something to drink?" The sound of a phone ringing in the distance brought a look of disgusted frustration to her face. "Hold on a second," Jamie said as she went for the door.

Lloyd let out a long running groan as he watched Paula's lips drag all the way down to the hilt of his rigid shaft. The plump crown of his piece slipped into the gaping portal of her throat just as it had done several times before. Darrel had since crawled out from under her. Kneeling down behind her now, he continued to use his fingers to tamper at her holes, all the while exchanging the occasional look of intoxicated glee with Lloyd every time that Paula had managed to twist up his face in crinkles and draw out one straining noise after the other from him. Once Paula drug his member back out of her throat Lloyd got in another quick series of thrusts into her mouth before Paula pulled him out completely. He enjoyed a few rapid movements from her hand until Darrel tugged back on her hips and turned all of her attention on him. Paula turned around and watched Darrel drop down to his back. When he gripped hold of his cock and angled it up toward the ceiling she straddled his waist and positioned her wet channel just above the thick peak.

Sam sat alone in Jamie's bedroom awaiting what he thought would be a quick return. When that didn't happen his focus began to drift around the room until it landed on the television remote sitting atop her dresser. He got up and walked over to the dresser. He made a grab for it and just before his fingers touched down his eyes caught a glimpse of the cracked open drawer just beneath him. Sam pulled his arm back and opened the drawer a little wider revealing the immense trove of sexually explicit viewing material. As stunned as he was by the size of the library, Sam closed the drawer and grabbed up the remote. Moving back over to the bed, he had a seat and hit the power button. Needless to say, the action that blazed across the screen was an immediate reflection of her apparent taste in theater. Sam quickly hit the power button again.

Lloyd stood bedside with his erection in hand watching the one that Darrel possessed being slammed up into the gooey hotbox that surrounded it. Keeping her cheeks spread wide, his friend had left him with an awesome vantage point of all the action going on between Paula's legs. "Damn it, Darrel!" Lloyd finally spouted out. "You gonna be all fuckin' night or what?"

Darrel's laughter spilled out and competed with Paula's moans for control of the atmosphere. "What the hell are you talking about, asshole? She's my fucking wife."

Suddenly Paula was the one rippling with giggles. "Now who's the one that needs a lesson in hospitality?"

Watching her continue to hump her hips over Darrel's pole, Lloyd was the only one in the room not reeling from the humor of it all. Darrel threw a light slap into the side of Paula's hips and she slowly lifted herself up from his lap. She turned around and crawled towards the corner of the foot of the bed still bubbling with laughter. "Any chance I could get you to pass me that beer?" she said to Lloyd. He snatched the bottle from the dresser top, nearly spilling some of it with the force, and handed it to her. Paula turned it up to her chuckling grin while he maneuvered himself around on the mattress behind her.

When Darrel came walking around the front of her body he grabbed hold of the bottle and wrestled it free from her hand. "I think we've had just about enough of that for awhile."

Sam sat alone in Jamie's bedroom still awaiting her return. He'd grown so anxious and uncomfortable that he thought it might calm him to actually go out in search of her. He stepped out of the bedroom and looked both ways down the hall. Having decided that his best bet was in the direction of the living room, he managed a single step before a noise at his back turned him around.

Sam moved down the hall until he reached the door that hid the disturbance. When he grabbed the knob, gave it a twist, and pushed it open he heard what at one time been the noise of muffled groans amplified into the full blown call of a man seemingly in distress. Sam pushed the door open wider and nearly reeled from the shock of seeing the woman down on all fours on top of the mattress taking a pounding to her rear end from the man kneeling behind her.

Even more shocking was the picture of the man standing at the foot of the bed constantly shoving his hard-on down into the depths of her gaping mouth. Sam thought he'd nearly tumble and fall when he saw the fellow pry loose his dick from her lips and hold the wet tip of the expanded bell against her whimpering face while he pumped his fist across the shaft just beneath it. The guy exploded with a deep grunt of release when he forced the first river of white up out of the tube and sent it washing across her face. He saw several more shots follow as the guy continued to move his palm and Sam slowly began to ease his way back out while they all remained too distracted to notice him.

Lloyd reached a hand forward and rubbed it into the thick mess of hair on the back of Paula's head, using that grip to tilt her head to the side. As Darrel continued to rub his cock back and forth across her lips Lloyd was able to get a look at her profile and the wet mess that Darrel had made of it. The image only helped to add more speed into the thrusts of his hips until Paula was forced to grip her palms into the covers and push back harder just to keep from toppling over the edge of the bed. When the tight squeeze of her cunt rubbing across his shaft gave another constricting spasm of motion the orgasm that Paula was experiencing rung a blast of cum out of him that nearly caused him to topple head long over her back.

The pace of Lloyd's hips suddenly became erratic and uncontrollable as his twitching and jerking member filled her box to flood level. When he finally slinked back down to the mattress behind him Paula looked back and sent a breathy laugh his way. "Whadoyasay, Lloyd? You think you worn out your welcome by now?"

"Shit, Paula," Lloyd huffed out as he rubbed him palm across the wet, rubbery strip of flesh between his legs that was still warm from the friction. "You wanna gimme a minute to get my shit together before you go showing me the door?"

Jamie returned to her bedroom and found Sam right where she left him. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Oh, shit!" she suddenly gasped out as her mind flashed back to the instance of their initial parting. "I forgot about the drinks."

"Don't worry about it," Sam said to her, rising up from the edge of the bed. "I'd probably better get going anyway. It's getting pretty late."

Jamie's mood instantly soured. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said, stepping around her as he made a move for the door.

"Okay then," Jamie said to him. "Well I guess I'll walk you to the door."

After doing just that Jamie stood and watched him turn around to face her as he backed out into the hallway. "Call you later?" he said to her.

"Sure," Jamie replied. After waving him off she slowly sealed the door shut again.

Darrel walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a beer.

"Have you talked to Jamie yet?" Paula asked him as she stood over the stove preparing a meal for the evening.

"No. Why?" he said, twisting the cap off the bottle and tossing it in the trashcan.

"Because. She's been acting funny all day," Paula said to him. "I think it has something to do with that boy she was going around with last night."

"Well did you ask her if there was anything wrong?" Darrel said before taking another guzzle from his bottle.

"Of course I did, you dumb shit. Don't mean I got anywhere. Now go on in there and see if you can get anything out of her."

"How do you know she doesn't just want to be left alone?"

"If you don't get your ass in there I swear I'm gonna dump this entire pot right in the crapper," Paula snapped at him.

"Okay. Okay. Take it easy," Darrel said to her, raising his hands in the air in concession. "I'll go check on her."

Darrel wrapped his knuckles against Jamie's bedroom door and waited for the go ahead before he entered. "Hey," he said, stepping inside and shutting the door closed behind him. He looked over Jamie's body as she lie curled up on the bed with her back to him and her pillow sandwiched in between her thighs. Afterwards, his eyes quickly flashed over to the television screen and zeroed in on the provocative action taking place there. "You alright in here?" he asked, taking another taste from his bottle, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Why do you ask?" Jamie said to him.

"Honestly?" Darrel said, taking another sip of his beer before putting the bottle down on the dresser. "It's your mother." Darrel stepped across the floor and hopped onto the bed behind her. "She's got it in her head that something went down between you and what's his name last night that's got you acting all funny." He continued to keep watch over the television as he nestled in close to her and slid a palm across her waistline. "I tried to tell her there wasn't nothing to be worried about." He gave her hip a shake. "Was I right?"

"Yeah," Jamie said to him. "You were right."

"That's what I thought. So what is this?" he said, referring to the television once more. "Something new?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I picked it up earlier today. You like?"

"I could get use to it." He slid his hand along the side of her hip until a few fingers managed to slip down beneath the waistband of her shorts. He pushed in deeper and rubbed his palm around over the smooth, warm skin of her cheek until he reached the valley separating the two humps. He glided his fingers down along the trail until they ran directly into the batch of moist folds at the bottom of the curve. "You obviously seem to be enjoying it," he said to her as he fondled around through the slick strips.

Jamie gave out a light chuckle and began working her hips on a swivel as she slid her crack back and forth across his probing digits. Out of nowhere Darrel drew his hand back and used both of them to shove her shorts down around the curve until he had her bare ass to look at with his studious gaze. He placed a palm down over the hefty hump that was on top and pushed it forward until the divide between her cheeks split open. His other hand quickly went back to work sliding through her slit.

Jamie did her best to keep her concentration on the movie playing but Darrel wasn't making it easy for her. She even managed a whine or two as she felt the constant probing, fondling, and slipping of the fingers swimming around her wet openings. When she'd finally had enough she sat up on the bed and stripped off her shirt and shorts, much to Darrel's apparent pleasure. She shoved him over onto his back and began undoing the buckles of his pants as he reached up to fondle the two hanging orbs on her chest. He tugged and pinched at her nipples until they bulged out stiffly from the surrounding areolas. Once Jamie had his pants loose she slid down to the edge of the bed and drug them down his legs while Darrel removed his shirt.

Jamie crawled back up the length of his legs and grabbed up the length of growing flesh in his lap, eliciting a solitary groan from Darrel when she wrapped her fingers around the plumping stick. She cranked it back in her direction and began pumping her grip over his member until it swelled to capacity. All the while she had her head turned to the side watching the television screen as she felt his cock change into a solid state in the palm of her hand.

When Jamie swung her head back around in the direction of the rigid tool that she held she saw that the headpiece had swelled well beyond the size that it had been when she last looked on it. She lowered her face and swallowed the bulb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the warm knob as she slowly bobbed over it. She drug her fist up and down the rest of the exposed shaft and listened to the noise of Darrel's groans slowly begin to drown out the voices spilling out of the television. Eventually her head began to drop down in tune with her moving hand until she had his entire shaft wet with her sucking.

Darrel alternated his glances between the picture on the television and the sight of Jamie's ass hanging in the air as her head continued to bounce over his pelvic region. Time and again he felt her work his cock deep enough into the warmth of her mouth to cause the meaty tip to cork the opening into her throat. All it took from him was a hand placed down on her shoulder and on the back of her head and a well timed upward shift of his hips to match her next downward stroke in order to get the bald knob slipped down past the back of her tongue and into the gape. She gave his cock two more rides down before she lurched her head back and sat upright again.




Dirty Laundry



She continued to rub her palm up and down across his slick shaft even as she worked her way further up his body. When she finally had her hips in range Jamie lifted them up and guided the rod that she held until she felt the bulbous end slip up into the juiced opening of her box. She breathed out a steady, whimpering gasp as she slowly lowered her hips, feeling the inner lining of her pussy stretching out to accommodate the thick mass that she was sliding into her body.

Darrel's hands were at her tits again as she leaned forward to brace herself on his chest while she hopped her hips up and down. She rocked and swiveled her waistline as she ground her sex into him while making her stride toward the finish. The feel of his palms kneading and pressing into the two soft mounds of flesh that he held helped to push her along around every bend. The voices on the television could hardly be distinguished from the moans and whines coming out of her mouth and the groaning staggers coming from him. All of which played over the slap of flesh as she continued to vigorously ride his dick. When Jamie finally lost it Darrel had to grip hold of her thrashing hips just to keep his cock embedded in her hole as she cried and bucked all around.

Jamie's body was still humming with the waves fluttering through her when she felt Darrel rolling her over onto her back. She was so disoriented from the orgasm that she had just spent that it took her a moment to realize just what he was doing. He was able to keep his erection sank deep in her cunt the entire way until ultimately she found herself looking up at him. Darrel hoisted his body up over her causing Jamie to have to lift her ass up from the mattress and pull her knees back beside her shoulders just to keep in line with the movement of his body. When she realized that he had been reaching over for the nightstand next to her bed she let out a depleted whimper at the thought of his oncoming intentions.

Darrel pulled back and straightened his body over her again. He handed her the tube of gel and took to fondling her tits again while he slowly slid his cock around inside of her. Jamie continued to keep her legs back and her ass hoisted as she flipped open the top of the container and filled the inside of one of her palms with the gel. When she made a reach down for his dick Darrel slid it back until the tip slipped out and hung over her swelled labia. She coated his shaft with the slippery solution making sure to wet his inflated glans as she pushed it back and aimed the fat plug at the tightly puckered opening between her cheeks.

Darrel watched her rub the slick end all around the nest of wrinkles before he pushed through the slippery grip of her hand and punched the head of his cock through the tight fit of the ring. Jamie cried out at the feel of her asshole stretching out around the hot pole sliding up her chute. She tried tightening her grip on his dick in an attempt to slow his descent but still managed to lose sight of a few more inches of the thick tube as he slipped though her fingers. Already wailing out at the feel of having her ass packed with even that much meat, she began to rub her palm up and down what was left of the shaft that was just aching to follow the rest into the squeezing clutch that her insides had on him.

Darrel took it slow at first, lightly bobbing the upper portion of his cock into her hole while keeping her legs penned back beside her. But the greasy solution that she had applied to him made for an easy slip deeper and deeper into the pocket, and before he knew it both he and Jamie were at the mercy of his pounding hips.

Paula pushed open Jamie's bedroom door and was nearly stunned into a step back by the scene that awaited her. As if her daughter's violent screams weren't enough to send a chill up her spine, the picture of Darrel lying on top of her keeping her thighs penned back as he hammered his massive cock into her exposed anus with a fit the likes of which she hardly recognized nearly threw her for a loop. The springs of the mattress beneath them almost sang out as loudly as their spanking flesh. She stood there in astonishment as she watched him watching his own cock beat a path back and forth though Jamie's ass all the while hurling curses at the girl who could do nothing besides cry out and reach down beneath her legs to use her palms to keep her cheeks spread wide against the force of his assault.

Paula watched the blur that was his cock suddenly vanish from her sight until nothing was left but the hanging bag filled with his spunk sandwiched between her cheeks. Spunk that was now most assuredly rushing out through the lengthy shaft that was buried hilt deep up Jamie's chute, given the drawn out groan that was coming from Darrel. Even though his hips had stopped moving Jamie was still in the process of whining profusely when Darrel craned his head around in the direction of the door.

"Yeah," he forced out through his heavy breaths. "What is it?"

It took Paula a moment just to realize what she had come in there for. "Food's ready," she finally got out after shaking off the stun. "You two get cleaned up and come on out here and eat before it gets cold."

"Alright," Darrel answered her. "Just give us a minute."

Paula decided to do just that, stepping back out into the hallway and closing the door behind her.



Dirty Laundry



"Sorry!" Will yelped the word out while trying to turn around gracefully with an over-stuffed laundry basket in both arms and the door propped open with one foot. It didn't work; when he pulled his foot away from the door, it smacked him in the elbow, almost causing the laundry basket to slip from his grasp and forcing him to lean heavily on the doorframe to trap it between the entrance to the laundry room and his body.

The person he'd directed his apologies at watched his minor humiliation with a sympathetic smile on her face as she sat on the low bench between the two washer/dryers. "Don't worry," she said. "It's all right, you can come in. I don't mind." She sounded perfectly comfortable with the situation, but Will couldn't help but feel like he was intruding--she wasn't wearing anything other than a red silk bra and a matching pair of panties.

"No, really," he said, blushing, "it's fine. I can come back later, it's fine, I just didn't figure there'd be anyone else here at this time of night, I--" He got a firmer grip on the basket, realized he was staring, and looked away. "Sorry," he said again quietly, preparing to leave.

"No, really," she said quickly, before he could close the door. "It's fine. Please, I'd feel terrible if I thought I chased you away. I'm almost done with a load right now; as soon as it finishes, you can use the machine while my other load runs. Honestly, I'd love the company. Like you said, not many people doing laundry at this time of night."

Will hesitated, but the woman in red would have none of it. "Seriously, you don't need to feel embarrassed," she said. "I don't feel like I've got anything to be ashamed of about my body." She smiled flirtatiously at him. "Do you think I've got anything to be ashamed of?"

"N-no," Will stammered out, letting the door swing shut behind him as he came inside. He didn't trust himself to say anything else, any more than he trusted himself not to stare; the fact was, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her short dark hair and large, liquid brown eyes gave her face a youthful quality that belied her curvaceous body--and she definitely had curves to spare. When she slid down the bench to make room for him, her large, creamy white breasts jiggled distractingly for what seemed like a second or two after the rest of her body had come to a complete stop. It took another second or two for Will to remind himself he was trying not to stare at her body.

"My name's Rowan," she said. "Rowan Martin, which should tell you everything you need to know about my parents' sense of humor."

Will smiled a little, the joke easing a bit of his tension. He still felt nervous around her--he'd always felt awkward around pretty girls, the legacy of a miserable teenage existence--but her warm, friendly demeanor helped calm his jitters a bit. "Will," he said, trying to keep eye contact. "Will Greenwald."

She extended a hand, which he shook gratefully. "Sorry about my underdressed state," she said, gesturing down at her body and wrecking all Will's progress in calming down. "I realized a little too late how few clean clothes I had left, and you know what it's like--any clothing is acceptable attire in a laundry emergency."

Will chuckled. "Yeah, I know what that's like," he said, looking down at his own faded jeans and slightly frayed t-shirt. "I'm not a big fan of laundry day either."

"Oh, no!" Rowan said, shaking her head. "I actually love doing laundry--I've been kind of swamped lately, so I got a bit behind on it, but normally I come down here every time I have a load together. It's a nice way to meet new people. You can tell more about someone from spending an hour with them washing clothes than you can over a week any other way."

Will quirked an eyebrow at that, but before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded on the washing machine. "Oh!" Rowan said. "That's my clothes. I'll toss them in the dryer so you can use the machine."

She hopped to her feet lightly and began to shovel clothes from the washer to the dryer; once she had her back to him, Will rapidly gave up all pretense of not staring despite his best efforts. It wasn't that he normally ogled women he'd just met, but she was standing right in front of him like she'd stepped out of his fantasies, her ass flexing as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a way that he absolutely could not ignore. She had an absolutely amazing ass, and those panties she wore outlined it perfectly...Will shifted position, crossing his legs. The last thing he wanted was for her to turn around and notice that he'd sprung an erection.

"All done!" she said, turning around and snapping Will out of his reverie. "The washer's all yours." Will stood up, hoping his boner wasn't too obvious, and began to sort out the dark clothes and dump them in the washer.

"As I was saying," Rowan said, sitting back down, "the people-watching is the part I love about washing clothes. You can learn nearly everything about someone just from doing a little laundry with them and observing. It's like their clothes tell you all their secrets. Take you, for instance."

"Me?" Will said nervously. He didn't think there was much of anything to learn from the way he did laundry, except perhaps that he was doing laundry at midnight on a Friday night instead of going out and doing something fun. Which was something he really hoped Rowan wouldn't point out.

"Sure," Rowan replied. "For instance, that shirt you just tossed in the washer said, 'Bad Wolf'. The shirt before that read, 'Han Shot First'...and I see a Blue Sun t-shirt in there, a Banzai Institute shirt, an 'I Roll Twenties' shirt, and the one about 'English doesn't borrow from other languages, English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.' You know what all that tells me?"

Will's heart sank. This was going to be it, the moment where the beautiful woman started making fun of him. "That I'm a geek," he said dolefully.

"That you're a fan of science fiction and fantasy, and not ashamed to show it. Yes, the word 'geek' sums that up, but I like a guy who shows his geek pride." Will blinked. Had he actually heard that correctly? Was he maybe inhaling too much fabric softener or something?

His surprise must have been obvious, because Rowan immediately commented on it. "No, I do! Geek guys tend to be intelligent and imaginative, which are great qualities to look for in a man. And you've got a lot of different T-shirts, some of them really obscure, which tells me that you're widely read and open to new ideas and influences. That's something I really admire."

Will blushed all over again, but for entirely different reasons. He wasn't very good at accepting compliments; he'd never had a lot of opportunities growing up. "Thanks," he mumbled as he tossed in the last of his clothes, added detergent and closed the lid.

"And you brought a book with you," Rowan continued as he put his coins in the slot and pushed them in, starting the washer going. She reached into the laundry basket and pulled it out. "'Devil In the White City'. Interesting choice--non-fiction, historical...so you're a geek, but you're willing to broaden your mind a bit beyond just reading 'Star Wars' books." She tossed the book back in the basket and smiled, her eyes sparkling. "So how am I doing so far?"

Will felt his blush spreading all over his face as he sat down. He could tell she was flirting with him--even someone as socially dense as him could pick up signals this obvious--but he didn't know how to respond. This simply didn't happen, not to skinny little guys like him. "Um, well...pretty good, so far." He half-way thought this was a prank of some sort, something one of his friends had put Rowan up to, but none of his friends knew a woman like Rowan well enough to get her to do something like this. "But I mean, that's not exactly Sherlock Holmes stuff, is it? Looking at my Buffy shirt and figuring out I'm geeky?" Mentally, he winced at the way his mouth had run ahead of his brain. Smooth move, he told himself. She's flirting with you, and you go and insult her.

"Oh, it gets better," Rowan said, stretching out a bit on the bench. "You've got the whites still sitting in the basket, and those show stains better than the darks do. Quite a few food stains in there." Will winced physically as well as mentally, preparing for the conversation's inevitable turn into humiliation. "But you're generally well-groomed and clean right now--another plus for a woman, by the way--so it's clearly not that you're a slob. No, I'm guessing those stains come from reading while you eat."

Fear of potential humiliation began to fade into intrigue. Will had to admit it, that was kind of an impressive deduction. "Guilty as charged," he said with a slightly rueful smile.

"And not just reading while you eat," Rowan continued, "but getting so into the book that you don't notice the spill right away. I'd guess that you're imaginative and focused, Will. You allow yourself to slip into a state where the book seems more real to you than the world around you. That's something I really like--I'm starting to feel like I was very lucky to bump into you."

Will felt a warm, happy feeling filling up his chest all the way up to his eyes. She was into him! She really liked him! This was so unbelievably amazing that he wanted to shout for joy, but he tried not to get doofy about it. "I guess you're right," he said, trying to stay calm while not acting so nonchalant that she thought he wasn't interested in him. "You can learn a lot from someone's laundry basket."

"Oh, it's not just the basket," Rowan said, leaning forward a bit. "For example, just sitting her talking to you, I can tell you're not gay." Will followed her gaze, and swallowed hard when he realized that she was looking at the bulge in his jeans. "Don't worry," she said, cutting off his apologies before they could even begin. "I don't mind at all. I'm actually quite flattered; a hard cock is the most direct compliment a woman can get, really."

She shifted position again, closing the gap between them. "So you're intelligent, well-groomed, polite--after all, I'm sitting here in my bra and panties, and you're clearly turned on by it, but you've been nothing but a gentleman about the whole thing. You've even tried to avoid staring." She chuckled at his startled reaction. "Oh, yes, Will. Women always notice. Don't feel bad--I can tell the difference between an involuntary gape and treating me like a piece of meat." She leaned even closer to him. This close, he could smell her perfume over the scents of detergent and fabric softener. "You're cute, and it even looks like a nice cock underneath those pants. All in all, you seem like a great catch. So why are you so lonely, Will?"

Will looked away quickly. "I'm not," he said. "I just...I haven't met the right girl yet, is all. But I'm not lonely. I've got plenty of good friends, and I don't even know if I've got time for a relationship right now." All the usual excuses flowed easily from his lips as easily as they did to his family and friends, but they felt more hollow than ever.

"Will, remember how I said you could tell a lot about someone from their laundry?" Rowan asked. "The stains on those socks are pretty distinctive. Ditto with the towels. You've been spending a lot of nights with nothing but yourself for company, Will."

Will stood up abruptly. "I, um...I think I should go," he said quickly, his voice cracking in embarrassment. "I'll be back in a little bit, I just need to--"

Rowan reached up and put her hand on his arm. It felt warm to the touch. "It's all right, Will," she said. "You don't need to be ashamed. It's not a bad thing to stroke yourself. Some of the best sex I've ever had has involved just watching my lover stroke his cock." She gently tugged him back down to his seat as she spoke, and despite his embarrassment, Will found himself going along with it. He had to admit, he wanted to hear more of the compelling mental picture she was painting with her words.

"There's something so sexy about it," she continued, "seeing that look on a man's face and knowing he's drinking you in with his eyes, knowing that just the sight of you is giving him a raging erection that he can't control." She brushed against him lightly as he sat back down, the silk of her bra brushing against his bare arm and her erect nipple rubbing against his skin for an all-too-brief moment. "Watching his hand pump up...and down...on his cock, seeing his balls tighten, knowing that he can't help himself, he has to stroke...you don't have to feel bad about masturbation, Will. Jacking off is sexy. I only wanted to know why you don't have someone to help you do it."

Will was surprised at how distant his voice sounded. Between the throbbing in his cock, the mental images Rowan had supplied him with, and the shock at the turn the conversation had taken, he felt sort of lost inside his own head. Maybe that was why the truth just slipped out so easily. "I just...can't believe a girl would like me," he said. "I'm skinny, and I'm short, and I'm geeky, and I'm boring, and...as soon as I look at a pretty girl I freeze. I don't know how to tell if they really like me or not. And it's safer to be lonely than humiliated."

"I understand," Rowan said, stroking his arm. "You're afraid of rejection." Will nodded, sagging slightly in relief at the knowledge that she knew how he felt. "What you need is a woman who's aggressive, Will. Someone who's not afraid to tell you what she wants, instead of waiting for you to tell her. A woman who's willing to take charge. Have you thought about that, Will?"

"I...yes..." He hadn't, not exactly, but he was thinking about it right now. He was thinking very vividly about Rowan taking charge and being sexually aggressive, and his cock was pounding so hard that it seemed to be cutting off some of the oxygen to his brain.

"Yes, I know you have. Maybe some of those times you stroked yourself, you thought about a woman who was powerful, willing to take control. It'd be so much easier, then. You'd be able to relax completely, knowing that you were sexy...and desirable...and loved...and letting her guide things." Rowan leaned heavily against him now, her body warm against his. She had her hand on his inner thigh, not moving, but potent by its mere presence so close to his cock. "You played with yourself, and maybe you imagined a woman like me watching you, telling you to stroke, commanding you to pump that dick into your fist, and that's so hot, isn't it, Will?"

Will let out a long, shuddery sigh. "Uh-huh..." he said. The words she spoke seemed somehow more real than the room around them, and he felt light-headed with arousal.

"Yes, it's so easy to imagine these things when I suggest them, isn't it? I'm even taking charge of your imagination, Will, and it feels good to--" A loud buzzer interrupted Rowan's speech mid-sentence. "Crap!" she said, jumping slightly in surprise. "Sorry, that's my other load done. Let me just take a moment and put in another."

Will nodded, still a little too dazed to really say much. He felt like they'd been close to...something, he didn't know quite what. Some sort of powerful understanding. He mulled over her words in his head, shivering as he remembered how fuzzy everything had gone with arousal, and how fuzzy it still seemed even as she got up and began to move clothes from the washer to the dryer.

"So you're starting to see what I mean about the laundry room being a great place to meet people, I hope," Rowan said mischievously as she dragged armfuls of clothes out of the washer. "It makes me glad that this is one of the few chores I don't make my pets do."

Will blinked in confusion. "Pets?" he asked. "Your dog does laundry?"

Rowan laughed. "No, no," she said. "I keep people as pets, Will." Before he could even get past the shock and figure out how he felt about that statement, Rowan pressed on. "People who like it when someone else takes control, whether for a few hours a day or all the time. People who enjoy that erotic sensation of relaxing their will and letting someone else do all the thinking. People like you."

Will shook his head. "I don't--I mean, I never--"

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't know that was what you wanted, Will. A lot of my pets didn't at first." She started the dryer, and began to put another load of clothing into the washer. "But once they found out how much fun it was, how sexy it was to let themselves be controlled...you remember, don't you, Will? Just think back to a few minutes ago, relaxing into my touch and my words. Imagine feeling that nice all the time, Will, whether it's during sex, washing dishes, or even doing nothing at all. Imagine always feeling that pleasure, Will. Imagine sinking into it, losing yourself in it."

Will was having a hard time doing anything else--his cock still felt rock-hard inside his pants, and watching Rowan bounce as she moved back and forth from her laundry basket on the floor to the washer wasn't helping. "But--but if you've already got pets, then--"

Rowan smiled winsomely at him. "I've got room for another, Will. And you don't know how much fun we can have until you try. Haven't you noticed what kind of laundry I'm doing?"

Will looked as Rowan put her last armful of clothes in the washer. Her hands were filled with panties, bras, slips, nightgowns, and a few items of clothing he'd only ever seen in porno magazines. "And they're all dirty," she said, adding detergent. "They get dirty so quick living in an apartment with such horny pets--that's why I came down here so late, I realized I'd totally run out of clean underwear. I have to change panties three times a day, sometimes. They get so wet when I'm playing with my pets...oh! That reminds me!" She reached around and unhooked her bra, dropping it into the washing machine with the rest of the underthings. "Got to make sure everything gets clean."

Her tits swung freely now, and Will couldn't look away from them. It was like they had magnets attracting his eyes and tugging at his cock. When she pulled off her panties, too, he felt almost like he was going to cum in his jeans. Her pussy glistened slightly with moisture as she picked her panties up from the floor. "See?" she said. "These are already damp just from talking to you."

Will's eyes locked onto them as they dangled from her finger, swaying slightly. "Here," she said, stepping back over to the bench. "It's easier to tell close up. This close, you don't just see it, you can smell how aroused I got--how aroused I'm getting, right now."

Will inhaled involuntarily, taking a deep breath of Rowan's musky scent. "See, Will?" Rowan said. "It's very easy for you to follow suggestions. You're imaginative and focused, and when I suggest something, it's very easy for you to imagine it, and focus it, and make it the center of your mind. And it feels good, Will. It feels so good to listen to my words, to follow my suggestions, to let me command while you just...obey." Something about the way she purred out that last word made Will melt inside. His whole mind went warm and liquid, while his cock stayed hard.

"Breathe deeply, Will," Rowan said, holding the panties right up to his face. "It's almost like it's a drug; a sexy, sleepy scent that makes you horny and dizzy, like every breath makes it harder and harder to resist my words." Will knew it wasn't actually true, but she'd told him how easy it would be to imagine the things she said so vividly that they'd seem true, and it was hard to figure out the difference between something that seemed true and something that really was true when he was this horny and dizzy and sleepy.

"Very good, Will," Rowan said, watching his eyelids flutter. She gently pushed him back until he was lying on the bench, then set the panties down on his face. "Breathing in my sexy scent has already left your body too heavy to move. You can't possibly move, so you can't pull those panties off, so you're helpless to avoid breathing in more of my scent and sinking deeper..."




Dirty Laundry



Will's arms twitched, but they felt like they were made of lead. He couldn't possibly lift them. All he could do was lie there and breathe, in and out as Rowan unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out of his fly. "More aroused, more helpless, and you're starting to realize that being helpless makes you aroused. You like the way this feels," and Will groaned as he felt Rowan's delicate fingers fluttering on his cock. "Every breath in brings more pleasure, my scent brings more pleasure, being mindless and helpless brings more pleasure."

She took her hands away from his cock for a moment, and he heard a ripping noise, like paper tearing. He barely had time to realize that his eyes were closed before her hands returned to his dick, and her touch felt so good on his body that he never got around to trying to open them. "So good, wanted this for so long. Every time you stroked yourself, in the back of your head, you were thinking of being controlled by me, even if you didn't let yourself know it." He wasn't sure for a moment if that was true, but then he breathed in, and that wonderful thick perfume of her pussy told him that it had to be.

He felt her fingers sliding down his cock now, unrolling a condom onto him. "So many times, you stroked yourself, feeling the pleasure, feeling that wonderful release..." she said as she straddled him. "But this time, we'll find a better place to put that lovely cum, so much better than wiping it on a sock or a towel." She squatted down onto his cock, and Will groaned in pleasure as he felt her warmth surround him.

"That's right, Will," she said, "no need to think, now, just breathe and feel. So easy to focus on my voice, on my words, on my thoughts, on my will, so hot to be my pet, so good to be my pet." She rode him hard as she spoke. Her words started to spill over the edge into babble as her voice began to sound strained with pleasure, but she kept talking and Will absorbed every word of it. "Smells so good, feels so good, you want this, you need this, you--oh!" Will felt her pussy clench around his cock, and she shivered once, hard.

"S-so, so nice, want to be mine, want to...to fuck, oh, fuck, cum for me, Will, cum now, cum now, cum now..." Her words pushed him over an edge he hadn't realized he was holding back from, and he thrust hard up into her and released a torrent of cum into the rubber. He'd never imagined an orgasm this good, and somewhere deep within his hazy mind, it all locked together--the sex, the obedience, the smell of her pussy, the feel of damp silk against his face, all of it melding perfectly into an experience he knew he'd want again and again.

She slumped down against him for what seemed like an eternity, whispering things in his ear that he knew he'd forget until he needed to remember them. Finally, she lifted herself off him and plucked the panties from his face. It was only then, when she tossed them into the still-open washer, that he was finally able to open his eyes and look at her with a new reverence.

"So, once these loads of laundry are all done," she said brightly, "I think that we should head back to my apartment. My bed's a lot more comfortable than this bench, after all."

"Um...okay." The words tumbled out helplessly; he couldn't imagine ever disagreeing with Rowan about anything, let alone something like going to bed with her. Will blinked a few times in confusion, recent events still somewhat muddled in his head. Everything seemed new and strange to him, and he couldn't even figure out where to begin piecing it all together. Finally, he looked down at his slowly-softening cock. "Um...where'd the condom come from?" he asked at last.

"I brought them with me," Rowan said, pulling a box of rubbers up from her laundry basket. "Like I said, laundry is a great way to meet new people. And like I said, I cum down here every time I have a load together."

THE END



Dirty Laundry



I headed home after a pleasant day from school; with the exception of sending two students to the principal's office for being a bit disruptive in class. Still, the rest of the day turned out fine and I was on my way home to grade some papers.

I stepped on board the elevator, pushing the number three button. Inside, it felt like a sauna compared to the cool weather outside. It was so warm I had to loosen my tie and unbutton my collar.

Once I reached the third floor, the doors opened up and Cynthia stood there waiting, carrying a heavy load of laundry. My hot neighbor; giving me a warm greeting on that first day in my new apartment. The both of us had some major orgy attacks that day and it was incredible; forgetting all about my ex-wife.

"Hey, D", said Cynthia.

"Hi, Cyn", I said.

"Good day at school?"

"Oh, yeah. Nothing I couldn't handle, except maybe the principal who's a bit rough around the edges."

"Sounds like a great guy."

"Yeah, he too recently divorced his wife of twenty years. Twenty years, can you believe that? Already, he's giving me advice on women and when not to trust them."

"Did you take any of his advice?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Listen, I got a lot of laundry to do. Why don't we chat later on?"

"Why don't I join you? And let me carry that."

"You don't mind?"

"No, not at all. I've got some stuff to do, but I have a little time to spend with my favorite neighbor."

"Such a gentleman."

I was going to grade some papers; deciding, instead, to carry Cynthia's basket and keeping her company in the laundry room. 

Cynthia began loading up the machine while I sat on the wooden bench, looking at her nice ass and the legs that went with it. Then the clothes she wore; white tube top, denim shorts, and a pair of red mules. Already, I was getting hot and my cock started swelling up. The tightness was hard to ignore and I had to think of something else besides Cynthia. 

"You all right?", Cynthia asked, catching me loosening up my tie.

"Yeah", I said, "just a bit warm in here. That elevator was even hotter."

"Got that right. I wished they put on some air conditioning, especially when summer comes along. If I wanted to get warm I'd go to the beach."

"I hear you. I used to go to the beach on my spare time. I used to surf every weekend since I was seventeen."

"You, a surfer boy?"

"Yeah, I was."

"I never learned to surf myself. Maybe you can give me some private lessons. I am a fast learner and willing to try...new things."

Already, I knew where she was going with this. The private lessons she wanted didn't involve surfing.

"Yeah", I said. "Someday I'll teach you a few things."

"I'd love that. For now, how about you and kill some time until the wash gets done."

"A bite to eat or maybe a stroll around the block."

"No, I was thinking of doing something here. Just the two of us...alone."

"Here? What do you have in mind?"

Cynthia had that look in her eye, ready for some action. 

"Wait", I said. "You want to fuck around here? Right now?"

"Why not?"

"Well, somebody might walk in on us."

"I don't mind anyone watching."

"Be serious. We might get in trouble."

"For what, fucking without a license? Come on, D, live a little."

"Listen, I enjoy what we have going, but this is not the time or the place."

I was on my way out when Cynthia hoisted herself up, sitting on the nearest machine. She leaned back, shaking off her red mules; sounding like two heavy bricks coming down.

"Where you going?", she asked, slowly unbuttoning her shorts, showing me she wasn't wearing any undies. "I know you're not walking away from this. Come and eat this chocolate covered pussy, white boy. Eat this shit up."

Seeing Cynthia offering herself like that was hard to ignore. Someone catching us in the act was still a concern; convincing Cynthia, otherwise, was the problem. So, without hesitation, I took off my dark blazer, tossing aside my shirt and tie. I removed Cynthia's shorts, tossing those aside and opened up her legs to get some tongue action on her pussy. I licked those sweet juices and sucked on it, leaving Cynthia moaning in intense pleasure.

Cynthia had handfuls of my hair, keeping my face pinned down. The sweetness of that pussy was so rich I could feast on it all day. I was sure Cynthia wouldn't mind that, not in the least.

"Oh, shit", she said. "Oh, fuck. Oh, that feels so fucking good. Hmmmmmm. Eat that shit. Oooooooh. Eat that fucking pussy. Oooooooo. Aaaah. Aaaah. Oh, fuck. Keep that tongue in there. Hmmmmmm. Love that tongue in my pussy. Oh, shit. Oooooooo. Let me taste it."

Cynthia released my hair; kissed and licked my lips, tasting the juices from her pussy. She began sucking my tongue for anything she might have missed.

Slowly, I started nibbling on her earlobe and sucked on her smooth neck. When it came down to her titties, she giggled with delight. I squeezed each one; sucked and licked those hard nipples I wanted to chew on.

"Like those titties?", she asked, listening to those sucking sounds of mine. "Like my fucking titties? Taste good, huh? You like that? I want your cock. I want to taste your cock."

Cynthia came down from the machine. I unbutton my pants, slipped out of my underwear. Cynthia went down on her knees, sucking the life out of my cock. Her technique was so great I was nearly out of breath. I was breathing so hard I thought a heart attack was coming my way. 

My worry wasn't her biting it off, only some stranger walking in and catching us in the act. I hoped Mrs. Hill wasn't the one who caught us; she'd run to her apartment and never come out again. Not one person walked in; had the whole place to ourselves.

Both of us were now in our birthday suits. Cynthia had her knees on the bench while my cock dug deep into her ass. I had handfolds of her braids, thrusting back and forth, listening to those high pitched screams of hers.

"That's it, baby", she said. "That's what I'm talking about! Tap that ass! Fuck that ass up! Fuck it! Do it! Fuck it up! Tear me a new asshole! Tear it up, motherfucker! Fuck that ass up! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Love that hard cock in my ass! So fucking hard!"

Soon, Cynthia sat on the bench and I was on my knees, tasting more of that sweet pussy.

"Hmmmmmm", she said. "Can't get enough of that pussy, huh? Huh, motherfucker? Hmmmmmmm. Oh, that's it! That's the spot! Oh, yeah, right there! Love that tongue in my pussy! Oooooh! Aaaaah! Oooooo! Don't stop! Please, don't fucking stop! Pleeeeeease! Fuck!"

Cynthia laid down on the bench, waiting for my swollen cock to enter her pussy. She looked at me, smiling, showing those bright pearly whites of hers.

"Put it in, baby", she said.

Slowly, I put my cock in her. The bench wasn't exactly comfy but she didn't give a shit. All that mattered was me doing her right, whether or not strangers walked in on us. Right now I didn't care anymore.

"Oh, yes", said Cynthia. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck! Fuck me, motherfucker! Fuck the living shit out of me! Yes! Fucking love it! Deeper! Deeper! Oh, yes! Yes! Like that! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Cock is so big! Fucking big! Shit! I want your cum! Fucking cum all over me!"

I unloaded all over her pretty face. She wiped some off her face with her fingers, sucking each one clean. I was so worn out I was about ready to collapse. Cynthia stood there tasting the rest of the cum; smiling and giggling with some energy left in her to go another round.

Twenty minutes later, the washing was done and I took everything out, putting them in the dryer. Cynthia curled up on the bench, wearing my dark blazer; enjoyed the show I was putting on.

"Should be done in forteen minutes", I said, starting up the dryer.

"Don't rush on my account", said Cynthia, gazing at my cock and the rest of my nude body.

Already, Cynthia was looking for some more action. I got down on my knees by the bench, allowing her to plant those juicy lips of hers on mine. Her wet tongue licked my cheek and neck like some stray poodle. 

"Still taste good", she said, seductively.

Even in my dark blazer she looked hot; anything she wore was still pleasing to see. I put my hand inside, massaging her left shoulder. Cynthia moaned softly by my touch, feeling the smoothness of her brown skin. 

Slowly, I placed my hand under the blazer, feeling her smooth buttocks. With the tips of my fingers I explored her smooth as silk legs. They were beautiful; no trace of hair anywhere. Her feet were a lovely pair; no mark or scar on either. She knew how to take care of them.

"This was something new", I said. "Not really comfortable but cozy enough."

"No argument there", said Cynthia. 

"The best part was no one walked in."

"That's too bad. It would have been fun, don't you think?"

"Fun? You like it when people watch?"

"Maybe. Don't you?"

"No, I don't. I told you I'm not showing off my body to strangers."

"Not even in film?"

"Especially film. I don't model nude and I don't do pornos."

"Ah, D, technically we are doing a porno." 

"Yeah, right."

"I'm not kidding. You and I are the stars of today's movie."

"What, you got a camera hidden somewhere?"

"No, but there is one up there."

Cynthia pointed above the washing machines; high above was a surveillance camera. My eyes were wide open, ready to pop out of my head; failed to notice that before entering the laundry room.

"What the hell?", I asked. "You knew it was up there?"

"Yes", said Cynthia, smiling and ready to laugh.

"I can't believe it. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you knew."

"You thought...what?"

"What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? The big deal is security will probably use that footage and download it on the internet. That's great. The whole world is going to see my ass and cock in living color. Oh, man, if the school got a hold of this, I'm fucked. Totally fucked."

Cynthia laid there laughing her head off while I wanted to reach out and strangle her. 

"It's not funny", I said. "This is serious. Oh, shit, if my folks saw this I'll never hear the end of it."

"Don't worry about it. Maybe we can buy a copy from security. Then we send them to Hollywood and make tons of money."

"You're crazy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I'm loving it."

"You're crazy. What am I going to do with you?"

"Don't you mean what are you going to do to me? Come on, D, the least we can do is give our viewers an encore."

"Are you serious? I'm in trouble and you want my cock inside you now?"

"I love it when you talk dirty."

Cynthia got up and took off the blazer, letting it drop to her feet, showing off that incredible body of hers. I stood there, unable to figure out what to do next. I looked at the camera and back at Cynthia; back and forth with no solution.

"I'm ready for my close up, Mr. Knight," she said.

"Okay", I said, "intermission over."

We were on the floor, providing the encore she requested. Maybe I can bribe security into giving me the footage before it's too late.



Dirty Laundry



I don't know his name, but he's filled my dreams for the last month. I see him now and then when I do my laundry late at night. I've started referring to him as Mr. Laundry Hunk to all my friends. None of them seem to believe that he exists...but oh, does he ever. Rippling chest muscles, light blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that make me wet every time I think of them. I've been changing clothes multiple times a day so I can see him sooner. 

Laundry day has finally arrived! I haven't been laid in over a month. I decided today was the day I was going to make a move. As I entered the laundry room, I couldn't help but smile when I saw him sitting there doing his homework. Honestly, for a guy that hot he really doesn't need to study. If I was his professor I'd give him an A if he'd sit shirtless in class.

I walked to my usual washing machine making sure to sway my hips sexily as I passed him. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed him checking me out. Feeling a little devious, I decided to throw him a bone and see what he'd do. 

I slowly lowered my basket onto the floor, bending at the waist so he'd get a little peek at my red thong under my skirt. I knew he'd enjoy the view as I worked out regularly and had a hot, toned body. Taking my time, I put my lingerie into the washing machine. I made sure to do it one at a time so he'd get a good look at my corsets, stockings, sexy bras, and thongs. 

After I put in the detergent, I pulled out my quarters and put them in the machine, making sure to drop the last one on the floor. I turned around, facing him, and bent at the waste to pick it up giving him a good view of my cleavage. As I stood back up I saw desire flash in his eyes and knew I had him hooked.

I put the last quarter in the machine, started the laundry, and walked slowly towards him. I watched his eyes travel leisurely down my body, from my breast, to my hips, and down to my manicured toes. I gestured to the seat beside him and asked if it was taken. He shook his head, pushed his books to the floor and told me that it was free. I smiled, raised my skirt, spread my legs, and eased down onto his lap. His hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss that shook me to the core. His hands travel down my back, under my shirt, and to my breast. Flicking my nipple, I beg him for more, begging him to be rougher. He asks if I'm sure, I tell him I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

Tearing my shirt off, he quickly replaces his hand with his mouth on my nipple. Biting down hard, it causes me to scream in pain. He removes his mouth, and starts slapping one breast, then the other making them bounce painfully up and down.

He picks me up and carries me to the nearest dryer. He takes his jacket and ties it around my face so I can't see anything, turning me on even more. He tells me to stay put and not to move, and then he walks away. I hear him rustling around in his bag. Returning a few minutes later, he jerks me off the dryer, and tells me to stand up putting my arms straight out on the dryer and bend at the waist. I hurriedly comply to his demands, praying he enters me soon.

He jerks up my skirt, and tears off my thong. He pushes something into my mouth and tells me to make it wet. I quickly realize it's a butt plug that's in my mouth. I make it as wet as I can, hoping it doesn't hurt too much. While I'm wetting it, I feel him kissing his way down my back, across my hips, and down between my legs.

I spread my legs out as far as I can, pushing back into his face hoping that he'll kiss me there. But instead of taking the hint, he leaves me frustrated and straightens back up. He reaches into my mouth, and gets the butt plug. He starts massaging my butt, sliding his hand across the swell of my ass, his finger slipping between the crack. I gasped and wiggled when he found the sensitive flesh of my asshole, just rubbing there, around and around. He removed his finger only to replace it with the butt plug, slowly pushing the plug in and pulling it out, then pushing it in further, then pulling it out. He reaches down between my legs and starts flicking my cunt faster, and faster. I feel the warmth of an orgasm building inside me. Screaming, I let the orgasm flow through me, water gushing out of me. I hear him walking back to his backpack and getting something. He walks back to me, and shoves my wet thong into my mouth. Without warning, I hear a whoosh of air and then feel his hand across my butt cheek. He continues spanking me, alternating speeds making my ass an equal shade of pink.

I hear him groan. He yanks out the plug leaving me feeling empty. He pushes himself into me, pumping fast. I shove my ass into him, wanting more, deeper, harder, god, I couldn't stand it. I was so close, almost there. I scream, my body bucking and arching as I came, completely lost, giving myself over as my body shudders. Moaning, I feel him pounding harder into me. I feel his release, feel him shudder.

After we both catch our breath, he suggests we go back to his place. Nodding my head, we gather up our laundry and leave. When we get to the car he opens the passenger side door and assists me inside. He places a shirt on the seat telling me he doesn't want me to stain it. I blush, because I can feel the wetness between my legs.

He starts up the car and commands me to place my hands above my head. I quickly comply wondering what he has in mind. At the next stop light he reaches over, pulling my shirt up, exposing my breasts and covering my eyes. I shiver as the cool wind washes over my exposed stomach.

I feel his hand slowly making its way down, circling my breast, and slowly caressing it. I shudder as he pulls on my nipple; sigh as I feel him flicking it back and forth. His hand travels down my stomach, down to my skirt. I gasp as I feel him pull my skirt up to my waist.

He tells me to lift up my hips, I whimper as I feel him pull my thong down my legs to rest at my ankles. I try close my legs, but quickly spread them back open when he starts hitting the inside of my thighs. He tells me not to move. I smile when he tells me how beautiful I look, exposed for him and the world. I blush as I hear a horn honking, and men yelling out "Look at that slut!"

I stay as still as I can, feeling the warmth gathering between my legs. I feel the car slow down; hear the blinker as he turns. He stops the car, then tells me to stay put. My heart stops beating when he opens the door and leaves me, still exposed, for the world to see. I wait in silence, straining to hear the sound of his footsteps announcing his return.

My hands start to go numb from keeping them above my head for so long, but I dare not move because he has commanded me to stay put. My breath quickens as I hear gravel crunching, footsteps getting nearer. I listen intently as they get closer, and then come to a stop. I hear the door open, and feel him touch my breast lovingly. I gasp when he starts hitting my breasts, cry out as they start to sting.

He tells me to get out of the car. Stumbling, I rush to comply. He tells me to close my eyes and not to open them. Smiling, I feel him remove my shirt completely and then replace it with a scarf effectively blindfolding me.

He tells me to get down on all fours, and crawl after him. I hesitate, straining to hear if there's anyone else around. He grabs my hair and pushes me to the ground. Whimpering, I feel him whisper in my ear that he was going to punish me because I hesitated too long.

I feel him circle my neck with something. I gasp when I realize it's a collar of some sorts, and then groan as I feel him lightly tugging on it. I feel the warmth gushing down my legs as I realize he's treating me as nothing more than his pet toy.

I stumble slowly behind him, trying my best to keep up, trying to please him, but tears start to well up in my eyes as I feel every rock, every stick along the path. He warns me there are steps ahead, and he expects me to crawl up them like a dog.

Whimpering, I obey as I painstakingly make my way up the stairs, to his house. I hear the door open. I sigh as I feel the softness of the carpet beneath me.

He grabs me, and pushes me onto a table. He tells me to lie on my back and spread my arms and legs and not to move. I feel him tie rope around my arms, around my ankles. Removing my blindfold, he asks if I'm hungry. Thinking that he is wondering if I want his cock in my mouth I smile and nod eagerly.

He smiles and leaves the room. Returning, I see him on the phone ordering pizza. Hanging up the phone, he tells me the order is going to be a while, but that he has lots in store for me until then. I groan in anticipation of what's to come.

He reaches down between my legs, fingering me. Moaning with pleasure, I raise my hips up to give him better access. Gasping for breath, I beg him for permission to cum. He shakes his head, and then starts lightly hitting my cunt. 

I watch as he steps back, and with passion filled eyes removes his pants. I look lovingly at his cock, standing upright in all its glory, and beg for him to come closer so I can suck on it. Smiling, he steps closer and sticks his cock in my mouth.

Groaning with pleasure I eagerly take it all in my mouth, gagging as he pushes into my throat. He pushes in, groans, and then pulls out. He waits for a second as I gasp for air, then pushes into my throat, out, then in, out then in, he fucks my face with all his might....I hear his gasp for air, groaning with pleasure, feel his cock swelling in my mouth. He takes out his cock, spraying his cum all over my face.

He smiles, pats me on the head, and tells me I've been a good little slut. Gathering up his clothes, he finishes dressing right as we hear the doorbell ring. 

Dread filling me, I beg him to let me loose so that I can leave the room. Surely he doesn't mean to leave me tied up in front of the front door! Smiling, he tells me there's nothing to worry about. He walks over, puts on my blindfold and gag, pulls the sheet off the couch, and covers me up.

I hear him walk to the door, and talk with the pizza delivery boy. I hear the pizza delivery guy tell him that it wasn't a real $20. Mr. Laundry Hunk tells him to wait just a moment, and that he thought he had another $20 in his wallet in the backroom. He invites the pizza boy in, telling him he'll just be a moment.

My heart pounding, I stay as still as I can, hoping that he won't be long and praying that this stranger won't realize I'm here.

I listen to the pizza guy pacing, as he mumbles under his breath. I hear the steps getting closer, feel the dread as I realize he's going to notice me and there's nowhere for me to go. 

The steps get closer, closer, and then stop. I feel the sheet raise from my feet, hear the pizza guy moan in appreciation as he realizes I'm tied up. He yanks the sheet off, and then tells me to be quiet and he won't hurt me. 

He runs his hands over me, flicking my nipples, striking my breasts, caressing my stomach, and landing between my legs. He pushes his fingers into me, fingering me with such insurmountable knowledge of the female anatomy that it leaves me gasping with pleasure. I feel the warmth overtake me, arching my back, I give myself over to my long awaited orgasm. Shuddering with release, I feel my cum sliding down my legs.

Smiling, he replaces the sheet and walks back slowly to the door. I hear Mr. Laundry Hunk come back, apologizing for the delay. I hear the pizza guy leave and Mr. Laundry Hunk come back.

He slowly removes the sheet, takes off my gag. He asks me if I enjoyed my night. Smiling, I thank my master for making a fantasy of mine come true.



Dirty Laundry



Author's Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my incest story, Position of Trust.

***

If I had a girlfriend like Gemma, I would never treat her the way Paul does. I love him, he's my best mate. But he hasn't got the slightest clue who she really is. If he keeps this up, she's going to move out. And it's more than our waterfront apartment in Port Melbourne that I would lose. 

I'm desperately in love with her.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Gemma whined in response to Paul's announcement that he was going to the football that night.

"Hang out with the Masterchef." He gestured towards me in the kitchen behind her. "He's not going anywhere."

"Whatever, Paul." She was furious about being abandoned on another Saturday night. "Just go. Watch your football," she sighed, then turned back to me to continue her cooking lesson.

I spent sixteen hours a day slaving in a hectic commercial kitchen. But with the first day I've had off in over a month, I was more than happy to spend the time with Gemma, teaching her how to cook. I didn't notice Paul leave as I continued showing her how to encrust a piece of swordfish with lemon myrtle. 

But Gemma did. She sighed loudly, her big green eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. 

"Dry your eyes, Princess," I smiled with a click of my fingers, bringing her back to the task at hand.

She wrinkled her nose at me, and brushed a dark, errant curl behind her ear. Then she smiled brightly. If nothing else, Gemma was very easy to instruct. She threw herself back into expertly prepping the salad. Although she made a frightful mess, covering herself and the kitchen in assorted foodstuffs.

Once we were ready, we barbequed the swordfish out on the balcony, enjoying the unseasonably warm winter sun. It was one of those perfect moments, eating a delicious meal with a beautiful woman, overlooking the bay. I actually forgot for a while that she wasn't mine.

"How did I do, Chef?" Gemma beamed when we finished our meal. "You think I could get a job at the Park Hyatt with you?"

"Maybe waiting tables," I teased. I barked a laugh as I was struck in the side of the head with a balled up napkin. Picking up our empty plates, I stood up. "You did really good, Gem. Although you made a shitload of a mess."

"Hey," she protested, collecting our wine glasses and following me inside. "I'm an artist, not a cleaner."

I rolled my eyes and gave her a friendly smack on the ass, eliciting a squealing giggle. She was covered from head to toe in the ingredients of our lunch, so I sent her off to get changed while I got started on the bomb site she had created.

A few minutes later, I turned to see Gemma had pulled up a stool and was watching me clean down the kitchen. Her head was tilted slightly, with the ringlets of her chocolate brown hair bouncing off her shoulder. I snorted a laugh at her new t-shirt. It was the yellow one with the words, 'Cheer up emo kids.'

"You like it?" she smiled, sitting up and pushing out her chest. She had gorgeous, small breasts, which often meant she would go without a bra, allowing tantalising glimpses of the outline of her nipples.

My voice caught slightly, but I managed to croak out a response, before putting much more attention than was required into the coffee machine. "Do you want one?"

"No, thanks." She tapped the book that lay face down on the bench. "I'm just going to read for a bit outside."

"Oh, okay. What are you reading?"

Gemma didn't answer. Instead, she just grinned at me, sliding the book off the bench and holding it close across her stomach as she skipped out onto the balcony. 

"Okay then," I smiled to myself, amused by Gemma's teasing. 

With Paul gone and Gemma distracted on the balcony, it was the perfect time to participate in my dirty, little routine. I put half a load of my washing in the machine, then feigning some concern about the environment and wanting to make the most of the cycle, I called out to Gemma to ask if she had any lights she needed cleaned.

"Sure, Will. Thanks," she called back. "Just grab whatever you can find in our basket. Oh, and what's on the floor."

Victory! Permission to get my hands on her dirty underwear. I savoured the anticipation of the prize that awaited me in Paul and Gemma's dirty clothes basket. When I had waited as long as I dared, I went into their bedroom. 

I scooped up Gemma's scattered clothes from the carpet, where she had stepped out of them the night before. Flicking the lid off the hamper in the corner, I fished out the lights and dropped in the bundle of darks I had retrieved, then stretched for the plain white t-shirt just out of reach. Then I saw them, a pair of tiny pale blue panties on the floor up against her bedside table.

Sitting on their bed, I bent down to pick them up. The softness of the satin instantly tingled my fingertips. I held them out in front of me, studying the cute little bow on the front of the waistband, and the frilly, lace embellishments down either side of the gusset. The '10' on the tag offered a seductive little thrill.

I exhaled slowly to try and calm my heartbeat. Then, turning them inside out, I held the crotch to my nose and mouth, and breathed in her scent. The hint of perfume combined with the earthy aroma of her sex brought me an indescribable relief.

I'm such a pervert, I silently confessed to myself, before deeply inhaling again.

I balled up her panties in my pocket and took the bundle of lights to the laundry cupboard in the hall. Loading one garment at a time into the machine, I sniffed at each pair as I went, but none of the intoxicating delicates were quite as fresh as the pale blues I already had.

I got the cycle started, then fishing out her panties again, I took another long, comforting sniff. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Gemma out on the balcony. 

She wasn't in my direct line of sight, but I could see her clearly reflected in the glass of the large print of Coolidge's dogs playing poker that hung in the hall.

Illuminated by the early afternoon sun, she was sitting at the outdoor table, reading with her bare feet up on the chair beside her. From my vantage point, I could see the front of the novel. I chuckled to myself as I recognised the colours and shapes of the cover, albeit inverted in the reflection. She was reading Fifty Shades of Grey. 

With my forbidden secret safely back in my pocket, I watched her. She was engrossed in her book, turning the pages every minute or so with considerable urgency. I noticed her lick her lips and swallow, her lips shiny and coming to rest slightly parted. A pinkish hue too, began to spread across her cheeks and neck. 

I focussed on the deepening rise and fall of her chest as she read, and I flushed with warmth as I caught sight of her perky nipples hardening beneath that yellow t-shirt. I began to grow hard myself, my cock straining against my tracksuit pants.

Gemma pulled her sunglasses down her nose, then looked over the top of the rims into the apartment. I stepped out of view behind the cupboard door, and counted to ten before moving back into position to spy her reflection. Obviously not seeing me, I watched her push her glasses back up and sink back into her chair.

She rubbed her bottom lip with the tip of her index finger as she resumed reading, then began slowly tracing a path over her chin and down her throat. When her finger found her nipple, mine once again found the pale blue satin. I breathed her in as she circled the proud point atop her breast, then pinched the engorged nub with a twist through her t-shirt. The sensation caused her to bite her bottom lip. 

As Gemma repeated the process with her other breast, I released my aching cock from my pants and began to stroke. The slimy pre-cum already at the tip provided half the lubrication I needed. I licked my palm for the rest and began pumping my fist up and down my shaft. 

Watching her tease her nipples while smelling her earthy musk, I was lost.

Her finger continued its journey down her stomach, no doubt an imaginary substitute for the riding crop I guessed she was reading about at that very moment. I held my breath as her fingers approached the hem of her t-shirt. My own hand was frozen in a tight grip around the head of my cock.

Time stood still as Gemma, excruciatingly slowly, lifted her hand from her waist to turn the page. She turned her head to check again that I wasn't watching her from inside, and satisfied I wasn't, she licked her lips once more before returning her right hand to its task.

"Oh my God," I actually heard myself gasp in response to Gemma's fingers burrowing beneath the waistband of her yoga pants.

The fabric bulged across the back of her hand between her legs as she masturbated in the relative privacy of our balcony. I resumed my own strokes, keeping in time with the tiny, twitching motions inside Gemma's pants. But I was quickly losing control.

Taking one last, splendid whiff of her underwear, I wrapped the precious garment around my cock. The silky smooth sensation of Gemma's panties sliding up and down the full length of my hardness was too much.

I erupted in spurt after groaning spurt of thick cum into those lovely pale blue panties. I actually had to brace myself against the vibrating washing machine to keep from buckling at the knees. Squeezing the swollen, sensitive head of my cock, I milked every last drop of semen into them.

Folding my cum into her underwear, I lifted the lid of the washing machine and threw them in with the rest of the load. I took a minute to slow my breathing as I put myself away and looked at the reflection of Gemma on the balcony. 

Her hand was a lot farther down the front of her pants, and the way the sunlight caught the stretched fabric, I could tell she was fingering herself. Gemma threw her head back, biting her bottom lip. The delicious squirm of her whole body told me she was close.

It was then that the idea struck me. I smiled wickedly at the thought.

I strode out into the living area and threw open the sliding door to the balcony. I was two steps outside before Gemma noticed me, her soft moan of pleasure twisting into a shocked gasp. 

Drifting around the table, I kept my eyes locked on the dark lenses of her sunglasses and delighted in the crimson flush of Gemma's cheeks. She subtly slipped her hand from her yoga pants, masking the move by laying the book on her lap. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.

I lifted Gemma's feet from the chair and sat, placing them back down across my lap. Ratcheting up the tension by remaining silent, I revelled in the effort she was making to control her heavy breathing. I couldn't help but smirk. The sunlight caught the sheen on her fingers, glinting slightly as she dried her slender digits discretely on the outside of her thigh.

"Good book?" I teased, knowing I had denied her the release she was so close to achieving.

Gemma wet her lips before breathing an incredibly tortured, "Uh-huh."

"Hmmm," I smiled. I was far too pleased with myself.

We chatted a while on the balcony, enjoying the cool, salty breeze from the bay, and listening to the sounds of machinery loading the Spirit of Tasmania, carried by the wind. I caressed her shins through her black yoga pants, gently kneading the firm flesh of her calves. Her embarrassment eventually faded, but I noticed when I started rubbing her feet, she blushed again. I petted her knee to let me up, and she lifted her feet. As I went inside, I caught Gemma's reflection in the sliding door. She was watching me walk away over the rim of her sunglasses, her brow furrowed in a bemused frown. 

For the rest of the afternoon, I took great delight in making sure Gemma never had an opportunity to finish what she started. Every few minutes or so, I would reappear, offering her a drink, striking up a conversation, or just lingering by the balcony doors. I even interrupted her retreat to her bedroom to return her fresh laundry.

We watched the orange sunset over the bay, and the Spirit of Tasmania slip the dock to begin its overnight journey down south to the Apple Isle. The ferry's horn blasted in the distance, and we discussed our plans for the evening.

"I just want to snuggle up and watch some nice, girlie movies," she hummed. "Are you in?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "That sounds perfect."

It was nothing fancy for dinner, just reheated leftovers. While we ate on our laps in front of the television, Paul called Gemma before the next game started. It was his trademark guilt call. And she was her usual, passive aggressive martyr in response. But eventually, Gemma assured Paul she would be all right, letting him go off to his game with impunity so she could enjoy her movie night. When she hung up, she snuggled up to me on the couch.

We started the first movie, Sweet Home Alabama, and I became very conscious of Gemma's body pressed up against mine, and the soft, vanilla scent of her hair. She held my left hand between hers on my lap, and my right arm was around her shoulders, gently stroking her upper arm.

As the sweeter scenes of the movie played, I felt Gemma snuggle in tighter. I squeezed her reassuringly and kissed the top of her head, which was now resting on my chest. It wasn't specifically me she wanted, I knew. It was the comfort of feeling close to someone, anyone.

Her soft breast squashed against my side, and her firm thigh rubbed against mine. I lost track of the movie, instead basking in every tactile sensation. Gemma crossed her legs towards me, rubbing my shin slowly with her instep. And the hand sandwich on my lap crept almost imperceptibly closer to my aching hardness.

A thousand thoughts flooded my brain as I sat there with my flatmate's girlfriend squirming against me. The romance of the movie only added to the tension of my thundering heartbeat. I could hear Gemma's breathing against my chest, shallow and uneven. As time went on, it only got worse.

Gradually those thousand thoughts diminished to just one: fuck her!

Gritting my teeth, my own ragged breath signalled my desire. I was going to do it. I had to. I couldn't take her rubbing herself against me anymore. She was teasing me. She had to be.

She wanted me to make a move. She wanted to get back at Paul for abandoning her.

Fuck her! NOW!

I leapt off the couch and grabbed Gemma by the hips. Her beautiful green eyes were saucers as she gasped with surprise. I pulled her down onto the floor. Clawing my fingertips into the waistband of her yoga pants and panties, I pulled both down roughly over the soft flare of her curves and down her long, shapely legs.

Gemma's mouth hung open, frozen in shock. I snatched her panties from the puddle of clothes on the floor, and balling them in my fist, I shoved them in her mouth as a makeshift gag. Then I manhandled the hem of her t-shirt up her body, causing her perky, little breasts to bounce free. I gasped myself, getting a perfect view of her fresh globes in the dim light of the television. She barely resisted as I yanked her shirt up over her face, and up the length of her arms.

With her yellow top at her wrists, now held above her head, I twisted her t-shirt around and around to bind her hands together. Then straining to lift the front corner of the couch, I forced the twisted cotton behind the stubby timber leg to hold her in place.

Stretched out on the floor underneath me, completely naked, tied up and gagged by her own panties, Gemma was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

I crawled over the top of her, making sure not to touch her. She trembled, her modest breasts jiggling slightly beneath the erect nipples that betrayed her excitement. I stared into her eyes, until eventually, she dipped her gaze submissively.

"You little tease," I whispered, touching the end of her nose with my index finger. Then running it over her chin and down her throat, I continued, "I'm going to fucking use you."

Gemma shuddered, snorting heavily through her nose. I ran my finger between her breasts, then slowly circled each nipple, careful not to touch either engorged nub. Making my way down her impossibly taut belly, I looped her navel, then continued south. The short curls of dark pubic hair, shaped into a cute muff over her mound, nearly made me come as I ran my finger back and forth. 

"Open your legs, Gemma," I very slowly breathed.

Her whole body squirmed as she released the tension that was holding her thighs tightly together. My body flushed with warmth as her legs carefully parted. Gemma's familiar scent filled my nostrils, and the glow from the television illuminated the slick sheen of moisture which had spread halfway down her inner thighs.

"You little slut," I chuckled as I spiralled my finger across the soft, slippery flesh of her leg, inching closer and closer to her sex.

I shoved my track pants down over my ass, my cock springing free as I shuffled between Gemma's legs. Guiding the helmet head of my cock to her opening, I drove myself deep inside her, in one, forceful thrust. 

Sheathed in her sopping wet heat, the moan caught in the back of my throat. I began to fuck her with long, slow deliberate strokes, digging my cock into her as deeply as I could. I kissed and licked the side of her face, sucking on her ear and whispering obscenities. As I ground myself into her, I grabbed a handful of her curly, chocolate mane, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. I licked and sucked at Gemma's silky smooth skin, almost devouring her.

I pounded Gemma's pussy for all I was worth, pumping into her with lusty abandon. The noise of her snatch slurping with every thrust rose above the deafening sound of slapping flesh and heavy breathing.

My climax built, warming my entire body with a growing tingle. I knew I was close, and held on as long as I could, wanting to savour every last moment. But no longer able to control myself, I buried my cock to the hilt in her sopping cunt and came inside her, flooding her womb with my seed.

I lay spent on top of her, inside her, paralysed by the sensitivity of my orgasm. Gemma's chest heaved beneath me as she too fought to regain her breath. After a few minutes, I sat back onto my heels, allowing my softening cock to slip from her used pussy. My cum was already starting to ooze out, trickling down the crack of her ass onto the carpet.

Her face was turned to the side, resting on her arm. I leaned over her, turning her chin to face me. Gemma kept her eyes cast down. She still had her panties stuffed in her mouth. I tugged on the delicate lace, but she bit down, not letting me remove the gag.

"Mmm," I grinned. "You still want more?"

Her emerald eyes met mine by way of reply, blazing with intensity. I flushed again, not able to believe my luck.

"Do you want to come?" I taunted.

Keeping our eyes locked, Gemma nodded. I wound her hair into another ponytail and wrenched her head back, sucking and biting at her neck.

"You filthy little slut," I growled as I nuzzled my way between her collar bones. "You'll come when I say you can come. Do you understand?"

I felt Gemma's head nod obediently against the side of my face as I kissed my way down between her breasts, following the same path my finger had taken earlier. But this time, my mission was different. 

I sucked her erect nipple into my mouth, biting down and flicking the sensitive nub over and over with the tip of my tongue as I kneaded the jelly-soft flesh of her breast with my hand. Gemma twitched beneath me, fighting to hold back the groans and whimpers that escaped through her panties. I pinched her other nipple and rolled it firmly between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it hard every now and then to elicit another muffled yelp. 

Sucking and nipping my way across the smooth skin of her stomach, I splayed her thighs wide apart and dived head first into her creamy slit. The pungent earthiness of my own cum mixed with Gemma's arousal was intoxicating. I plunged my tongue deep inside her dripping folds and lapped up everything she had to give. 




Dirty Laundry



Gemma bucked her hips up to meet my mouth, grinding as best she could into my face. But I held her down fast. Once I had eaten her clean, I sucked her labia, nibbling on the swollen petals until I was circling her clit with my tongue. Her twitching and moaning intensified, and I redoubled my efforts.

"Remember, you don't come until I tell you." My tone was low and menacing.

Gemma whimpered despairingly, almost sobbing. I eased two fingers into her pussy as I took her clit back into my mouth. I stirred her gooey depths before finding that subtle change in texture on the front wall of her vagina and sawed furiously in and out. 

The sloshing of my fingers struggled to be heard above Gemma's restrained grunts. She bucked and twitched spasmodically, bristling my nose with her dark pubic hair. But somehow, she found her balance under my ministrations, if only just. 

"Do you want to come?" I growled, giving her engorged clit much needed respite.

She squeaked through her panty gag, "Uh-huh."

Sucking her clit and flicking it roughly with my tongue, as I had done with her nipples, I slipped my fingers from her gaping cunny. 

"Wait," I commanded. "Hold it." I loved watching her in such blissful agony, almost vibrating with rapid tremors. 

"Come for me, Gemma." At the same time, slick with her juice, I shoved my middle finger straight up her ass.

The shock threw her off balance, and she screamed into her panties with her release. Gemma was racked with wave after wave of pleasure, spasming uncontrollably beneath me in violent convulsions. Her swollen pussy dribbled with ecstasy.

I sat back, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, enjoying the spectacular view of my submissive prize, spread out before me. Gemma was squeezing her eyes shut, blushing. She tried to close her legs, but I pulled them back apart, keeping her on display.

I watched Gemma whimper as she slowly settled, somehow arousing me beyond belief. Closing her left leg over to her right, I picked her up by the hips and shuffled her forward until she was on all fours. Then snatching her dark curly hair up into a messy ponytail, I wrenched her up as far as the leg of the couch would allow. 

I groped her perfect, heart-shaped ass, slipping my fingers into her. Then I raised my hand and smacked her right cheek with a loud crack, leaving an angry, red handprint. Gemma yelped through her panty gag, snorting heavily through her nose. She shot me a quizzical look over her shoulder, confused.

"I know you did what you were told. You're a good girl, Gemma." I slowly inhaled the sex in the air. "But I was always going to punish you. Just because."

Revelling in her tortured squeal, I spanked her again. And again, and again, alternating from one cheek to the other until both were bright red in the flickering glow of the television behind us.

My hand stung from the spanking, and my cock was rock hard from the control I was exerting over her. I slid my full length into Gemma's sodden snatch once more, thrusting in and out a few times to coat my shaft with her wetness. Then I pulled out, positioned my head at her puckered asshole, and forced my way inside.

Her tight, muscular ring fought my entrance, but was soon rolling tightly up and down the full length of my cock as I fucked her ass like an animal. I held her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh. Gemma's panty-muffled grunts were deafening. Combined with the sound of my hips slapping into her ass, I was sure we would get the neighbours calling the police.

But I didn't care. 

I felt my orgasm build. I pulled Gemma up by the hair again, and bending over her, I bit down hard on her shoulder as I came deep in her core, filling her bowels with my semen. We both collapsed to the floor in a sweaty, panting mess.

Once composed, I pulled out and wiped my cock on the back of her thigh. It was the final, degrading act. I don't know why it thrilled me, it just did. I savoured the feeling as I tucked myself back into my pants. 

But when Gemma rolled over onto her back, it was most definitely over. I gently took the panties from her mouth and slipped them back up her long legs. I lifted up the corner of the couch to release her hands, and tenderly helped her pull her t-shirt back down over her body. We didn't exchange eye contact at all. I just couldn't. And as soon as she was reasonably covered up, I left her there on the floor and retreated to my room.

Despite having so magnificently found my sexual release with Gemma, an absolute torrent of guilt and shame washed over me. I had just fucked the shit out of my best mate's girlfriend

"What the fuck did I just do?" I held my head in my hands as I fell back on my bed. It was the last thing I remember.

I woke the next morning to the sound of breakfast dishes and pleasant conversation. Stumbling out into the living area, I saw Paul sitting at the kitchen bench in his football colours, while Gemma stood with her back to me at the hotplate.

She was wearing a pink, long sleeve turtle neck over a pair of low slung blue jeans, which accentuated every delicious curve. She had straightened her hair, and the tight, chocolate ponytail hung down almost to the small of her back. 

My heart thundered. The fear that I had gone way too far the previous night consumed me. Well, the realisation that I definitely had. The dreadful consequence of probably losing my two best friends over it was what I really feared.

"You want an omelette, Will? Gemma chirped, like nothing had happened.

"Get on it, mate. They're good. You taught her well." Paul got up, taking his empty plate around to the dishwasher.

"Sure," I said, a little confused. They must have made up, I thought. "Thanks, Gem."

"Right then," Paul announced. "I'm off to the footy. See you tonight, Sweetie." He kissed Gemma, giving her ass a playful smack and eliciting a wince that caused both of us to hold our breath. Then pointing at Gemma, he said to me, "Enjoy that, mate."

I'm sure he meant the omelette, but I couldn't help but choke on a laugh at the double meaning.

As soon as the front door clicked shut, I skulked into the kitchen, moving up behind her. She sensed my presence and turned around, keeping her gaze cast down. I reached up and peeled down the top of her turtle neck. Gemma's throat was covered in dark, angry love bites. I gasped, my blood running cold.

Then taking her hands in mine, holding them delicately between us, I rolled back her sleeves. Gemma's slender pale wrists were heavily bruised from the twisted t-shirt I had used to restrain her.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry," I whispered, racked with guilt at the marks I had left on her.

"It's okay," she whispered back. Then looking up to meet my gaze, her eyes twinkling and the corners of her mouth curling up in a wicked smile. "I told you last time, he won't notice anything during football season."



Dirty Laundry



I had a really hard day and was dead tired by the time I got back to my diminutive apartment, yet I knew my day was not over yet, as I had to do my laundry if I wanted to wear clean clothes the next day. I dropped my backpack onto the couch, changed into shorts and a shirt and grabbed the laundry bag from the kitchen/bathroom and went down to the Laundromat. I was almost there when I noticed that I had left my smartphone at home, which was really bad news as it meant I could not listen to some music.

When I arrived, I saw that the place was mostly empty; an older couple just finished folding their stuff and prepared to leave. At least I could use whichever machine I wanted, a rare luxury you only got here after 10 o'clock. I put my colored things into a bigger one and my white stuff into a smaller one, added the detergent and started the programs. Then I just sat down and closed my eyes, but tried not to fall asleep. 

My laundry was almost done when the door opened and a girl in her mid-twenties entered. I saw her on several occasions in the hood and also on the subway, she probably lived somewhere nearby. She was easy to remember, a really cute looking, slender girl with long, mostly blonde hair, but she always had at least a few tufts painted pink, green, blue or some other extravagant color. She was quite flat; she had small breasts that did not even need a bra for support and neat, but not really round bottoms. She was not anorexic at all but she was obviously not an athlete. Normally not my type, but she always smiled when we met and returned my greeting, she even waved once when I missed the train she was on. This time she was wearing a white shirt and a short jeans skirt with low top red sneakers.

We exchanged hellos and I just watched her half asleep as she put her clothes into the machines, using exactly the same method that I did. There was only a single difference, but that was a significant one and it immediately woke me up. 

After she put all her laundry into the machines, she simply pulled her panties off and kicked off her shoes to get her socks, then dropped them into the machine too. As she bent down to tie her shoes, the short skirt revealed her ass and her pussy. I didn't know at that point if she did it on purpose, but she did this nonetheless right in my direction.

I did not have too much time to wonder however, as my machines stopped and I had to put the clothes into the drier. I started the program and as I was really hungry, I decided to have a burger while the machine worked. There was a good burger place right opposite the Laundromat and I could keep an eye on what happened with my stuff.

The place was empty just like the Laundromat, the same old couple I met before just left as I entered. I asked for a double cheeseburger with fries and sat down. To my surprise the girl came over as well, asked for a coffee and sat down two tables away from me into the corner. As she sat down, her legs were slightly parted and I could see under her skirt. As I knew she had no panties on, I knew what to look for, but those who didn't know it probably wouldn't have noticed anything.

I had to do it in a most awkward way as she noticed me almost immediately. She smiled with an impish smile and opened her legs a bit more and slid a bit off to kilt her skirt a bit. This way I had a perfect view on her pussy that was tenderly covered by nicely cropped, curly, blonde public hair, showing that she was a natural blonde. I just watched her for a long minute before I managed to say anything.

"Looks like you have a really hot coffee there," I said finally, smiling. 

"Yeah, I guess I'll need a stick to stir it," she answered with a glint in her eyes, then added silently, only forming the words with her mouth, "show me your cock!"

I was wondering how best I could accomplish that, but then I got an idea. As I was wearing shorts, I put my hand into my pocket and pulled my underpants sideways to free my cock, then raised my leg and put it onto the stretcher of the chair next to mine. This way she could see my cock as it slowly got bigger and bigger.

We just sat that way for a few minutes as our eyes wandered from under the table to each other's eyes and vice versa. Our little escapade ended suddenly as the guy at the counter called out to us that the place was closing. She just grabbed her coffee and walked back to the Laundromat while I had to put my tray onto the rack first, but then followed close behind.

My clothes were already dry, but her clothes were still far from being ready. She just sat down and when I entered, she invited me to sit next to her.

"I'm Steve. I saw you several times on the subway, you live around here somewhere?" I asked, as I sat down.

"Cindy," she answered. "Yes, I live in the blue house, over the flower shop, and I work 10 blocks away, so usually take the public bike to get there, or sometimes the subway if I'm not in the mood or if the weather is bad. And you?"

"I also live here, across the street, in the house at the corner, top floor."

As I answered, her hands silently slipped into my shorts and soon I felt her soft fingers massaging the tip of my cock. 

"I loved the way you reacted when I asked you to show me your cock," she said. "My ex-boyfriend never came round to do anything naughty in public places."

I looked at her questioningly as my eyes searched for security cameras. I noticed one, but it was directed at the entrance door. She just smiled and pecked my nose.

"Don't worry, it's only a dummy," Cindy said. "I was here last week when the guy who operates the place had two police officers asking for the tape." 

She put her head onto my shoulder and kept caressing my cock, using her thumb to excite the piss-hole. My hand wandered towards her pussy and her gentle purr showed me that she liked my attention. I softly played with her curly public hair as my hands travelled up and down her slit. She was already wet and I lightly parted her mounds to get some of her juices onto my fingers to make them slippery.

"I like these curls," I said playfully and raised her skirt to get a better look.

"I'm glad," she said as she lifted the skirt with her free hand, exposing her pussy and her nice ass completely. "My ex only liked it when it was completely shaved, but I'm quite proud of my blond hair, so when we broke up, I decided to let it grow back a bit."

"It was a good decision," I said and kissed her, as I gently pushed my middle finger into her pussy. She took a sharp breath and let out a short cry.

"Oooh," she said as her fingers wrapped strongly around my cock.

"You like it?" I asked as I slowly moved my finger in her pussy and used my thumb to rub her clit.

"Uh-huhhh," she said and put one of her legs onto the chair to give me better access. She obviously didn't mind being finger-fucked in a place anyone could see her. This was a bit strange but also extremely exciting for me, something I never did before. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and started sucking her small tit. Her nipple was already hard and just as I ran my tongue around it made her shiver. She moaned as my other finger slipped into her pussy and I kept fucking her this way for several minutes. Her breathing became more and more erratic and finally all her muscles tightened and her orgasm enclasped her body. She held my cock firmly the whole time and her squeeze got a bit painful in the end, but I didn't dare to tell this to her as I didn't want to break the enchantment.

When she regained her control over her muscles, she slowly started to strike my cock in my pants. She collected the pre-cum as it slowly oozed out from my piss-hole and smeared it on the tip.

"Baby, if you keep this going, I'll cum here and now," I said.

"Yeah, I know," she said with a wicked smile and she unzipped my pants to free my cock and kept striking it. "But you can easily change into a clean one..."

I had never received a handjob before in a public place, and was a bit worried of being caught, but I decided that it was really late and probably no one wanted to come in in the next five minutes. Her hands felt fantastic as she pleased my shaft with one hand and the tip with the other. When she felt that my cock swelled, she pushed it down a bit and put her palm under the tip to collect my erupting cum. The first load surprised her, as it shot out with great force and landed on her shirt and on the floor, but the three loads that followed landed in her palm. Then she squeezed the tip a bit to make sure that she got all the cum. I just leant back in the chair and tried to focus on breathing. My legs felt like rubber bands. We remained as we were and she just watched smiling as my cock slowly deflated. Finally she playfully kissed it and placed it back into my pants.

"And you were afraid that you'll get your pants dirty," she giggled, as she used some paper towels to clean her hand and her shirt, while I quickly collected the drops from the ground.

"How about a cold beer and some more fun back at my place?" she asked as she grabbed her clothes and left the Laundromat. I didn't say anything, just followed suit.