0 comments/ 36254 views/ 1 favorites Dirty Deeds By: TTeddy She was so looking forward in seeing him again. The aroma of her perfume swept through the room. Her pussy felt warm and ached for his attention. With butterflies in her stomach, she slips on a dress. Nothing underneath. She noticed how sensuous her skin felt against the material. The cool air sent goosebumps over her body. She was running on time.. she didn't like to leave him waiting. She arrived at their usual corner with a few minutes to spare. Sitting on the bench seat, with her legs slightly apart.. she waited. There in the distance, she could see him walking towards her. Her heart beat faster and a smile came upon her face. When he approached her, he greeted her with a hello and a kiss on her lips. She looked forward in seeing a movie at the cinema, it had been quite sometime since she had seen one. Little did she know that this movie would be one that she would never forget. Hand in hand they walked to the cinema. As they walked up the stairs he laid his hand on the cheek of her arse. His hand searching for the elastic in her knickers. "Mmmm, Good girl, no knickers". Before long she was sitting on a seat in the foyer. He stood some distance away in front of her, admiring the view. He instructed her to let him view her pussy. As she did so, she undone the last button on the front of her dress, allowing him to see her freshly shaven pussy. A smile of satisfaction came upon his face. She licked her lips, and brushes her pussy lips with her fingers. Then sensuously she licks her sweet juices from her fingers. She wanted to satisfy his needs in any way she could. She was excited at the thought. They find a seat at the back of the cinema. Aahh good, just as she was hoping for, only a handful of people. A young gentleman sat two rows down from them, but that never bothered her. In actual fact, it excited her even more. As she snuggled into him, she realised how hot and wet her pussy was. "You look nice" he says as he places his hand on her inner thigh. "Very sexy", he adds. His hand slowly moves up and down her thigh. Their lips close but not touching, "Kiss me!" he tells her. With pleasure, she thinks as their lips slowly meet, and their tongues entwined. His kiss turned her on every time. His hand barely touching her inner thigh he kisses her passionately. He takes a finger and barely touches the moist lips of her pussy. He gasps at how wet she is and this made his cock react in a very nice way. Gently he separates her pussy lips and slowly wipes her juices over and around her clit. Then he tastes her juices from his fingers and shares them with her as he kisses her. The movie starts, but she is lost in his touch. He continues to work on her clit while watching the movie. She tries to concentrate on the movie but was taken away with his magic touch. She longed for his hard cock penetrating deep inside her. Suddenly he enters a finger in her moist pussy and she gasps with pleasure. As she approaches her climax, she manages not to moan too loudly to attract any attention. Her pussy muscles clenching deep inside. She thought about how hard his cock was, how much she enjoyed the pleasure of it, and without his permission she slowly and gently places her hand in his lap. She takes his hard, throbbing cock in her hand and squeezes it through the material. She wanted so much to suck that throbbing piece of meat, but she waits for her moment of pleasure. And what a pleasure indeed! He kisses her as she climaxes, tasting her juices from their lips. They walk to her car which was in a busy undercover car park. He instructs her to get in as he gets into the passenger side. She was keen to wrap her lips around his hard cock. After some caressing and kissing, he gives her permission to take out his cock. She undoes the fly to his jeans and pulls out his cock. She holds it in her hands while she kisses his mouth. She goes down and takes his right ball into her mouth first. Savoring the taste of him. She licked his balls thoroughly wetting it. Hmmm, his cock is so hard. It is so big. She runs her tongue up the shaft, feeling the bursting veins against her stiff, wet tongue. She ensured her tongue was very wet. She stops and rubs her tongue hard against the underside of his head. She was so wet. His cock was so delicious. She moves away for a second so that she can take in the beautiful sight. Suddenly he pushes her head down and whispers, "there's someone coming". She didn't mind at all, all she wanted was this lovely piece of meat. She could just manage to get her lips over the tip. She moves down his cock in one firm, smooth move, until his head bumped against the back of her throat. She also constricted her throat muscles, so she was clamping down onto his penis. She moves slowly up, making sure that her mouth is wet and warm. She moves it down again, but this time, she relaxes the back of her throat, and then swallows him, she has his whole cock inside of her. There, she twirled her tongue around the base and pushed it against the shaft. She continues to do that for a few strokes. With her fingers, she slowly and gently massages his balls. She wanted to lick at his balls again, so she moves downwards, but not before her fingers took over her mouth, and began to stroke his pulsating cock. She concentrated on rubbing just the tip of his head. Once again she rolls her tongue back up to the tip and takes his whole cock once again, deep. She holds it there for a few seconds. And then she hears that all familiar sound. She knew he was about to come . She moves his cock out of her wet mouth and once again deep and holds it there, whilst using her tongue to lick and suck hard on just the tip of the head. Finally, she was rewarded, he came in her mouth. He came hard, and she swallowed it all, every drop. Today, when she thinks back to this day..it seems almost like a dream. Dirty Deeds He stood in the entry to the kitchen, a smile wide across his face. There she was, her hair put up in a partial bun/ponytail exposing the back of her neck. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the oven, her white tank top accentuated her bosom and curves. She stood up, taking the rubber gloves off her hands and turned to the sink to wash up. He moved quietly behind her, softly kissing the back of her neck and brought his hands to her hips caressing her. 'Tony' she moaned his name as his hands moved up under her top, to her bare breasts beneath it. 'I really have to get this kitchen cleaned'. 'It can wait' he whispered. Turning her around, he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck, nibbling and kissing. She returned the kissing, turning her mouth towards him, tracing her tongue over his lips. Pushing past them and seeking his tongue with her own. She loved when he kissed her. They were always full of passion and want. He pressed forward, moving her backwards to the island in the middle of the room. He motioned her upward and helped her climb up. Lifting her shirt over her head, and kissing her hard again before his mouth made it to her ample breasts, nibbling and sucking her nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Her fingers dragged down his back. His hands, moved from her breasts down to her jeans, and he undid them tugging them past her hips. She helped him by lifting up and pushing them down with one hand. Tossing them aside, he kissed her tummy, licking downward. His hands were strong, but gentle. He ran them up her thigh, spreading her legs and grinning at her. He brushed over her pussy and could feel the heat. He knew he turned her on, and it excited him more knowing how much so he did. Looping his fingers into the side of her panties he tugged a little bit, and then tore at them, ripping up the side. Exposing her pink smooth mound, his fingers found their way to her clit. Kissing even further down, his mouth now placed over where his fingers once were. He suckled her hardened nub into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue ring. With his one hand he switched between rubbing each of her breasts. As the other, was slowly moving in and out of her hot pussy. 'Oh my god' she moaned out. His tongue moved faster over her, and his fingers kept perfect rhythm. 'Come for me baby' he managed to muffle out from what he was doing. Leaning back on one hand, she ran her fingers of her other through his thick red hair. God how she loved what he did to her. Just as her legs began to quiver, and her breathing became more erratic. He stopped and then started to kiss his way up her body. As he moved to kiss her, she just stared at him. And he grinned, that sly little devious grin he had when he was up to mischief. 'I've changed my mind, why should you get all the fun' he mocked. 'You have got to be kidding me' she stated And he kissed her hard again, undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor. His hard cock pressed against her thigh, and he grabbed her by the hips and without hesitation, he pushed his cock into her tight pussy. With a grunt and a moan, he knew right then this was what she was waiting for. Leaning on her hands, he held her hips. Moving with long deep thrusts, she cried out. She was ready, and he was far from finished. Sucking her nipples in his mouth, he fucked her harder, bringing her to climax. He could feel her moist pussy contract all around him. Spilling her juices all over his cock. Pulling her down towards him, he pulled out, and told her to turn around. Pushing her forward over the island, his hardened cock found its way back where it belonged. Like a built in GPS. Pushing into her, he drove deeper and harder, his balls slapping against her clit, driving her into more of a sexual frenzy. One hand grasped her shoulder. As the other reached around and squeezed her breasts. He was about to cum. pulling out one more time; he turned her toward him, sliding his cock back into her, slowing his pace, as he held her close. Emptying everything inside of her. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, and held her for a moment, before pulling away. She smiled at him as he reached down pulling up his jeans. He kissed her nose and laughed. 'Ok, now you can finish cleaning'. Dirty Deeds Atlanta, Georgia Pre-Conference Cum Mr. Molawi walked inside my office. He knew I worked alone. He also knew the rest of the Board members were away at the conference meeting. Mr. Molawi would attend the second day of the conference. For now, he had to make a stop at my office to pick up a few corporate credit cards for the members at the meeting. I was exhausted. It had been a long day preparing everything for the Board members. It was a day of checking over details and editing any mistakes. I was ready to go home, but the traffic on the freeway was congested. I was buying time in my office when Mr. Molawi walked in to pick up the cards. I could have left, my job was finished for the day. He had a key, so he could have easily opened the office to get the cards; but, I really didn't want to jump on the freeway to sit in Friday evening traffic, so I waited at my desk for the traffic to go away. When Mr. Molawi entered the office, his smile immediately brightened my disposition. He was average height, bald, and his teeth were porcelain white and beautifully contrasted against his dark skin color. His hands were large and perfectly manicured, and his eyes were piercing. Mr. Molawi walked over to my side of the desk. We briefly chatted about the day. He showed interest in my activities for the office. He then walked behind my desk and placed his hands on my shoulders. Mr. Molawi asked, "Do you like massages?" I was a bit stiff and apprehensive with the situation, but I was not too taken aback to not feel a little hot attraction towards him. I had recently lost some weight, so I felt comfortable with my body; actually, I felt the most sexual I had in a long time. My breasts were large and my body was curvaceous. I looked like a 1950's pinup girl. I answered, as his fingers caressed the nape of my neck, "Yes, I like a good massage." As he pushed deeper into my muscles with a circular massage motion, he inquired, "Do you have to be anywhere this evening, Maple?" Mr. Molawi started to massage my shoulders with his large hands. His fingers went deep into my muscle, and I could feel the tension leave my body. His hands felt really good. I then responded, "I was hoping to blow-off some time until the traffic loosened." Mr. Molawi then asked, "Are you uncomfortable if I give you a deeper massage?" I was totally nervous and unprepared with any real response. I wanted a massage, and it's not like I haven't fancied myself riding his hopefully huge cock, but those were my fantasies and this was reality. Without any more lapse in time, I nervously responded, "Sure. I am open to that idea. I actually would like it, I'm really tense and could use a deep massage." That's all I needed to say before his hands started to circle around my shoulders. Deeply, his fingers pierced my tight muscles. He sunk his fingers into my tendons and slid his powerful grip down my back and then up towards my neck. His hands were strong. Mr. Molawi then asked, "Is this too rough for you?" As Mr. Molawi pushed deep alongside my shoulder blades, I answered, "No, it feels nice." Mr. Molawi then inquired, "So, you don't mind some pressure?" As soon as he asked the question, his fingers went deep into my muscles along my upper back. So deep that I felt a slight tingle in my pussy. I tensed my body, and then relaxed under his touch. I then responded, "Oh, yeah, that feels really good." I could feel my body start to heat. My nipples were getting erect and my snatch was feeling hot. I didn't know what to do; I knew he was married. I sat in my office chair getting rubbed by a superior executive, and I did not know what to do; the massage started to get deeper. My pink camisole peeked through my low-cut cardigan. I slightly stiffened in my chair. My breath deepened, and I continued to keep my eyes shut. I could already feel my underwear getting wet. After several long minutes, Mr. Molawi questioned, "Are you feeling relaxed?" Without hesitation, I answered, "Yes, I am starting to feel the tension leave my body." Mr. Molawi started to rub along the front of my shoulders. He rubbed along my neckline. His fingers approached the top of my breasts. At that moment, Mr. Molawi questioned with slight command, "Do you mind if I rub under your bra? We can take your bra off too, if that is alright with you. A good deep massage gets the whole body relaxed. Are you comfortable with that, Maple?" As soon as he said my name, his hands swept down very close to my nipples, going just under the neckline of my cardigan. I knew he felt the hardness of my breasts, he at least recognized the raise in my sweater as my nipples peeked under my camisole. My nipples were very erect, and my tits started to swell inside my bra. After several deep breaths under his circular massage, I answered, "Yes, you can go under my bra, Mr. Molawi. It can come off too, whenever you like." At that moment, Mr. Molawi slid his hands under the front of my bra. Both of his hands immediately went to my nipples and gave each one a good squeeze, and then he rubbed his fingers repetitively over each one. I squirmed in my chair and said, "Oh, Mr. Molawi. This massage is getting me hot." Mr. Molawi continued squeezing my nipples, pinching them, rubbing them. He slightly struggled with his hands under my bra; the bra constricted his movement, but he really had no problem pinching and flicking my nipples with his fingers. After a few minutes, he unfastened my bra. My large breasts were loose under my shirt, and my strapless bra fell to the floor. He then pulled down my cardigan and camisole, and my tits rested out in the open for him to see. He started to give my nipples really long pinches. He started pulling each tit up in the air by the nipple, and then he released each tit back to its natural place. My cunt was officially wet, and my nipples were huge. I couldn't take it anymore. I questioned, with desire in my voice, "Is this massage supposed to make me cum? I don't think I can take anymore. My pussy is so wet." That is exactly what he needed to hear. Mr. Molawi immediately walked to the front of the chair. He looked at my tits rested outside my shirt, and he said, "I'm going to fuck you, Maple. Your sweet, innocent, beautiful pussy wants me. I'm going to fuck you, little pussy. My little pussy." At that moment, he bent down on his knees and leaned into my breasts and started sucking my nipples like a teenage boy. He slurped, he grabbed, he jiggled, and he wouldn't stop flicking and pinching my nipples. My underwear was drenched. After several long moments, he took his hand and spread my legs. I could feel the heat escape my thighs. The smell of sex and vanilla escaped my crotch. My pencil skirt provided no resistance, which made his efforts to touch my snatch relatively easy. As Mr. Molawi flung one of my legs over the chair, he leaned in further to feel the heat off my pussy. He placed his head on my twat. He then said, "My god, sweet Maple, your pussy is so juicy." As he stared at my pussy print through my underwear, he remarked, "Your snatch is so fat and juicy. Maple, I need your juicy fat pussy right now. Can you be slutty for me? Let Daddy fuck you?" Mr. Molawi then pulled my panties to the side and started to finger my freshly waxed cunt. His fingers went deep and slow. I couldn't help but moan. I said, "Mr. Molawi, oh, please, won't your wife care?" I sexually squirmed as I asked my question. Mr. Molawi responded, "She knows I have needs. She allows me to have occasional affairs to please my desires. Sometimes, she joins." I felt relieved to know his wife was on board with his sexual affairs. Mr. Molawi then tasked, "Maple, call me Daddy. I'm old enough to be a father to you, and I want to fuck you like a dominant man. Be my baby girl, ok. Call me Daddy when I ram my cock in you hard." Within seconds, he pushed his fingers deep inside my snatch. He held them there and flicked his fingers around inside my pussy. He then started to pull his fingers out, and then he slid them back inside my pussy hole. Over and over he did this; I was so wet my snatch made suction noises. Mr. Molawi fingered my pussy so hard and fast, I couldn't help but spread my legs wide and fuck his hand. I fucked it so hard. I bounced my twat and moved my hips, and hoped he would go deeper. I then breathlessly said, "Oh, Daddy. Yes. Fuck me like that. I like it deep like that, daddy. Yesss, fuck me." Mr. Molawi started slamming his three fingers inside my twat with ferocity. His face was close to my snatch because he got off on watching his fingers slide in-and-out of my cunt. He went so fast and deep. He said, "Oh, yeah, Maple; my cock is so hard. I'm going to start licking your tight, fat pussy." I couldn't help it, I was hot and wet. I opened my legs wide and pulled my underwear as far to the side as possible. I wanted my twat fully exposed. As soon as I displayed my pussy, Mr. Molawi started to lick my snatch like a Popsicle. He started to stroke my wet pussy with his long and soft tongue. He knew how to lick my cunt, he felt experienced. I couldn't help but rest my head back and enjoy the ride. I gyrated my hips softly as he played with my chubby little bean-like clit. He really sucked my little bean. It felt good. His large lips glided over my fat twat while he tongue punched by pussy hole. After several minutes, he looked at me with his wet face lubricated by my pussy, and asked, "Are you on the pill, baby doll? Daddy doesn't want to get you pregnant. You know I'm safe." I normally use condoms, but Mr. Molawi convinced me to let him fuck me raw. Without much hesitation, I replied, "Yes, daddy. You can slide your cock inside me whenever you want." Mr. Molawi continued to finger fuck and suck my pussy. He licked long strokes from the hood of my twat down towards my asshole and back up towards the top; he even tongue circled my butthole a few times. I loved it; he drove me wild. I wanted him to tongue fuck my asshole. After several long minutes, Mr. Molawi opened my legs wide and held a firm grip. He started slamming my snatch up-and-down with his face. With each thrust, his tongue went inside my body. I moved my hips wildly over his face. I started to feel the pressure build around my pussy. I started to forcefully push my twat into his face. I yelled, "Yes, fuck me, Daddy. Yes!" I moved my body fast and hard over his face. Mr. Molawi kept ramming his tongue inside my snatch hard. Minutes went by before I felt the urge. The urge developed and I started to yell, "Daddy, yes! Keep fucking me, yes! Harder. Harder." Mr. Molawi rapidly pushed my body back-and-forth over his face until he heard my scream of ecstasy. As he sucked my twat and pushed his tongue in-and-out of my pussy, I wildly rubbed my clit with my middle finger. I pumped and rubbed my body over his face until it happened. I yelled, "Yes, daddy! Oh, Yes. Please, keep fucking me. Fuck me dry, daddy." Mr. Molawi continued to push his tongue in-and-out of my snatch. Eventually I slowed my rhythm, and he slowed his tongue fucking. After a few more seconds of pleasure, he removed his face from my snatch and looked at me and said, "Damn, you have a juicy pussy, Maple. Daddy is going to fuck you again tomorrow, but I want to see you get fucked first. So, what time are you going to arrive at the conference?" I still felt the tingles from my orgasm. I was a little confused. I looked at Mr. Molawi's sweaty face and responded, "I will be there around 11:30." My confusion must have been apparent because Mr. Molawi asked, "Are you nervous about what you have yourself involved in, Maple? You must have known a few of us Board members were attracted to you. You've given the green light. I'm going to share you with them now, unless you mind?" It was all too surreal. I felt as if I had entered a special club. A club where I was the special dish of the moment. I was intrigued, but nervous. All I could manage to do was smile and inquire, "But, you didn't cum, Mr. Molawi. You didn't fuck me." Mr. Molawi looked at me and grinned; he wiped his face with a towel. His white teeth were bright. He then said, "I know you want me in your ass, Maple. I'm going to get rock hard tomorrow watching others fuck you, and then I am going to have your sweet asshole for my own. When I'm done fucking your butt, I might cum in your pussy." I didn't know what to say. I felt like my job responsibilities had changed. I thought, "Should I be getting a pay raise?" Either way, I've always been promiscuous; so this opportunity heightened my sexual curiosity, even if it made my work responsibilities slightly more confusing. ~~~Thank you for reading.~~~ Dirty Deeds at Disneyworld Disclaimer: The following events are entirely fictional, while the story itself should be considered to be a work of parody. I do not have permission from the Disney Corporation for the use of its Attractions, Theme Parks or Characters. The resemblance of any characters to actual Disney Cast Members is entirely coincidental. ***** I felt like a big kid again; memories from my childhood flashed across my mind's eye. For the first time in ten years, I was walking down the middle of Main Street, USA, and I couldn't resist breaking into a little dance as I heard 'A Star is Born' - an upbeat jazz number from the movie 'Hercules' - burst forth from the speakers. Truly, the 'Disney Magic' was flooding though me, and I realised that I would have a chance, for a few days at least, to forget the mountain of work which waited for me back in England. On the corner, I passed by the famous 'Casey's Corner', and inhaled the heady smell of hotdogs, mustard and fried onions. A Cast Member in a striped 'old time' baseball uniform gave a friendly wave as he emerged from within the building, struggling to squeeze through the crowd that was already thronging the main part of the diner; I smiled back, casually saluting in the manner of a ball player approaching the plate, and decided to make a point of coming back to the restaurant for lunch. Although it was was barely 10am, the Park was full of people, and it took about fifteen minutes for me to fight my way up the length of Main Street. The turrets of Cinderella's Castle rose high into the clear blue Florida sky, the heavy rains of the previous night a mere memory as the temperatures once again soared, and I heard children gasping as the sunlight glinted off the golden pinnacles of the towers. A great cheer went up as 'Cinderella' emerged from great front gate, her trademark ball-gown billowing around her and her blonde hair shining almost as brightly as the towers of her Castle. I smiled to myself. Even at twenty-five, I could still remember the first time that my parents had brought me to The Magic Kingdom, and a twinge of nostalgia knotted my stomach as I recalled the feeling of innocent wonder at seeing my Disney heroes seemingly come to life before my eyes. Nowadays, I knew the truth, but there was no harm in playing along with the fantasy; after all, a magician is nothing more than a skilled illusionist, but you still enjoy watching the tricks unfold, even after you learn the secret. 'Cinderella' was passing by me now, and I was on the point of turning to make my way towards the Castle itself when I met her sparkling blue eyes, and instinctively flashed her a warm smile. The Princess held out a gloved hand, expecting me to shake it, but I was struck by a sudden 'Disney Magic' moment; instead of the anticipated gesture, I bowed my head, raised her hand in mine, and gently kissed the back of fingers. "Charmed, Your Highness," I said as a straightened up, though the Cast Member appeared rather shocked by my piece of improvisation, and a flush of red was visible on her cheeks. Nonetheless, she took it in her stride, and inclined her head gently towards me, preserving the illusion. "Have a nice day hun." I heard her whisper in a Southern drawl, making as if to move off down the line, "I can see that Prince Charming might be having some competition!" I grinned back at her as she gave me a conspiratorial wink, but our exchange was interrupted by the arrival of a group of schoolchildren awaiting a photo opportunity with the Princess. 'Cinderella' turned and gave them a dignified, regal-looking wave for the benefit of the crowd, smiled at me over her shoulder, and moved off. I let out a low snigger as I carried on towards Fantasyland, musing over the idea of challenging 'Prince Charming' to a duel. Knowing my luck, 'Cinderella' had probably been referring some real-life boyfriend, who would most likely turn out to be built like the broad side of a barn, with the muscles of a prize-winning Texas Longhorn to match. In all honesty, I hated confrontation of any kind, so I couldn't really picture myself getting into a fight; no, far better to look elsewhere, unless 'Charming' was in the mood for a threesome of course... Passing through the castle gate and leaving Main Street far behind me, I could see the tall, thin figure of Merlin the Enchanter standing by the stone and anvil which held King Arthur's sword, encouraging children and adults alike to try their luck in proving themselves the 'Once and Future King.' Another of the princesses - Belle this time - was making her way to the meet-and-greet pavilion next to 'It's a Small World', her gold dress shining in the late-morning sun and her dark brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. However, my gaze was drawn to the parade approaching from the direction of Adventureland; the five Muses were sashaying their way along the street, and I could clearly see the short, plump, devastatingly voluptuous figure of 'Thalia' among them. True, it was some seventeen years since I had first seen 'Hercules' at my local cinema, and the Muses had only impacted upon my seven-year-old self in respect of my love of jazz, soul and blues music. However, that was before I hit puberty, after which time I found myself irrevocably drawn to 'Big, Beautiful Women,' and my opinion of the movie changed dramatically. Watching 'Hercules' as an adult, I suddenly began to spot all of the sexual in-jokes which had previously gone straight over my head. I fell in love - at least as much as one can where a cartoon character is concerned - with 'Thalia' and her sassy, flirtatious personality. She seemed to me to represent the classic BBW archetype: bold, brassy, energetic and vivacious, with a sexual fire that seemed to be drawn from the very earth itself. Overnight, the busty, bubbly Muse of Comedy dethroned Jessica Rabbit as my #1 female Disney character. Obviously, I knew that the woman in the parade was an actress, but something in her movements suggested that she possessed a great deal of the 'spirit' of the character whom she portrayed. I heard the song 'Zero to Hero' boom forth from the concealed sound system, and the 'Muses' broke into their main song-and-dance routine. 'Thalia' threw herself around in a vamping freestyle jive, and I let out a loud whoop - much louder than I had intended - as she bounced and shimmied in front of me, her full curves rippling inside the folds of her chiton. 'Thalia' had definitely heard it, because she spun round and strutted up to me, her big dark eyes locked on mine and her hands on her swaying hips. As she reached me, she tossed her head as if to say "you ain't got a chance," snapping her fingers in front of my face and turning dramatically on her heel, giving me a teasing wink as she did so. However, when she was only a few paces away, I saw her look back at me over her shoulder and mouth the words "back entrance, ten minutes." I stared at her, wondering if I'd imagined it, but I saw her point at me as she rejoined the other 'Muses,' and surreptitiously nod in the direction of the Castle. Throwing caution to the wind, I quickly retraced my steps, ducking out of sight of the crowds down a dead-end service ramp to the right of the plinth in which Arthur's sword still stood, transfixed and unmoved. It had taken me about five minutes to fight my way through the rest of the thronging visitors along the parade-route, and five more to locate the most likely spot for the anticipated rendezvous. Since it was highly likely that I'd got lost in 'the moment' and misinterpreted 'Thalia's' signals, I wasn't planning to hang around on a wild goose chase; after all, I had no wish to get thrown out of the Park for trespassing... Just as I was about to give up, I heard the door at the bottom of the ramp creak open, and I gasped as 'Thalia's' head emerged from around the doorframe. "In here, quick!" she whispered, smiling at me and waving furiously as I stood gaping like a fish. The woman's voice was rich and deep, with a voice that suggested a Midwest origin; in fact, she sounded a dead ringer for 'Thalia' herself. My lack of a response clearly frustrated her, because the next thing I heard was a cry of "Move it you idiot!" and I dashed down the ramp and through the door, letting it bang shut behind me. As I did so, 'Thalia' grabbed hold of my wrist, and I found myself being dragged along a corridor that ran up towards the Great Hall. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and I almost stumbled and fell as she led me through the winding backstage passages. However, instead of heading for the main body of the Castle, the woman - whoever she was - suddenly swung round a corner and pushed me into what appeared to be a service elevator; when the lift doors opened, a few moments later, I could tell that we were at least fifty feet above the Park. As 'Thalia' led me out of the lift and through a rather plain-looking door, the breath was practically knocked out of my body by what I saw. The room in which we now stood was the fabled 'Cinderella Castle Suite'; the most exclusive hotel room in the Park. The bedroom was dominated by two ornate queen-size beds, with a huge chaise-longue and sofa in the lounge area; the floor was inlaid with tiles depicting Cinderella's coach, while a massive portrait of the princess dominated the far wall. 'Thalia' sat down on the chaise-longue, stretching out her legs and kicking off her sandals, then beckoned me over to her, smiling at my stunned expression. "I suppose you're wondering why I've brought you here?" She asked me as I slowly lowered myself onto the sofa. I was still too surprised to speak; I just stared around the room and nodded dumbly as she reached out a hand and gently closed my gaping mouth, stroking my face with her chubby fingers. "I thought that, given your reaction during the parade, you might enjoy a little 'private' performance?" She swung herself around so that her legs dangled across the arm of the sofa and her small dainty feet rested lightly in my lap. "Are you always this articulate?" She asked, clearly struggling to suppress a giggle. I recognised the reference to the movie immediately, and grinned back at her, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa. Slowly, 'Thalia' lifted one foot so that the instep rubbed against the underside of my chin, and I tentatively laid a hand on her calf so that her toes rested in the crook of my elbow. I felt the woman flex her foot, the sole now pushing against my bicep. "Did they give you a name to go with all those rippling muscles?" She enquired in languid tones, giving me another wink as she looked up at me through long lashes. "Of course." I smiled as I let my hand slide up her leg to squeeze the flesh of her ample thigh. "I'm Dave, but my friends all call me 'Wonderboy.'" I had thought about telling her that my name was 'Hercules', but that would have been laughable; I couldn't believe that 'Thalia' had failed to notice either my own chubby frame or my short stature. Still, my response clearly entertained her, because she bent her right leg so that her foot, rather than resting in my lap, now pressed down on the bulge that had formed rapidly in my shorts. I let out a gasp as I felt her rub my cock through the material, a shiver running up my spine; I was still massaging her thigh with my left hand, and now moved my right hand on top of her foot, stroking her toes as she pushed down on my hard-on. "What do they call you then?" I asked in a hushed voice, struggling to maintain my composure. "I'm guessing that 'Thalia' isn't your real name, as much as it suits you." The woman smiled again, throwing back her head dramatically and drawing her hands up her body to emphasise her curves, cupping her large breasts and jiggling them so that they rolled around on her chest. "Robin." She said simply, her eyes locked on mine as she pinched her nipples through the thin material of her chiton, "and yes, before you ask, this is all me." I felt her tug her foot free from under my hand, lessening the pressure on my now throbbing cock, and I let out a small whimper. Then, she lifted her left leg out from the crook of my arm and swung off the chaise-longue, standing in front of me with one strap of her chiton hanging from her shoulder. "I suppose you'll want to help me take this off then?" "What if someone catches us?" I found myself asking nervously, as a sudden panic shot through my mind. True, I was feeling extremely horny, and it was obvious that Robin - it felt much better knowing her real name - was up for a good deal of fun; on the other hand, I'd heard stories of couples receiving lifetime bans from the Disney Parks after being spotted indulging in illicit hanky-panky. As much as I was relishing the chance of playing with this gorgeous woman in the most exclusive hotel room in the Magic Kingdom, I wanted to at least be able to come back for another ride! "Don't worry about that honey." Robin grinned as she took hold of my wrists and pulled me to my feet, wrapping her arms around me so that I was smothered in a warm, tight embrace. "The other girls are on sentry duty downstairs just in case, but to be honest, no-one's supposed to come up here for hours." She kissed me lightly on the cheek and slid one hand down onto my arse as she gently pushed her hips forward. "After all, why do you think I decided to bring you up here?" I swallowed hard as I felt my bulge press up against the bottom of Robin's belly; she was a good three inches shorter than me, and her large bosom was pancaking against my chest and stomach. I could feel her nipples stiffening under the material of her chiton, and she wiggled her body tantalisingly so that every curve jiggled and rippled between us. As Robin slowly relinquished her hold, I joined her in tugging the thin garment over her head, revealing a set of lingerie which, though functional, still made my cock twitch and strain against the confines of my shorts. Like 'Thalia,' Robin had dark olive-coloured skin and her eyes were so dark that they were almost black; however, she had undone her topknot so that her short auburn hair framed her round, chubby face, drawing my gaze to her soft lips. Her bra and panties were a similar colour to her skin - doubtless so that they didn't show up under her costume - and made of plain cotton. The shape that they gave to her body was still wonderful, and I shyly reached out to brush my hand across one of the bra cups, lingering for a moment on the turgid nipple. As I continued to caress her breasts through the soft material, Robin slipped her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, breaking out into a fit of laughter as she revealed the boxer shorts that I had purchased from the Disney Store a few days previously. "Mmm..." she mused, her finger stroking the Tigger motif on my left thigh; "I hope that you're going to enjoy bouncing with me...after all, I have to uphold my reputation as a Goddess!" She gave my arse another light slap and began to massage my cock with both hands, moaning slightly as it throbbed under her fingers. "It feels like you've got a lovely big dick sweetie!" Robin whispered, leaning in and planting a soft, teasing kiss on my lips, "and those strong hands feel so nice on my big fat tits. Do you like how soft and heavy they are?" By way of an answer, I hefted the two huge mounds of breast flesh and gave them a firm but gentle squeeze, fiercely returning the kiss and letting out a long growl as I felt her tongue gliding over mine. Then, I flung my arms around Robin's shoulders and hugged her tight, crushing her to me as I unhooked the clasp of her substantial bra, our lips still locked together. As we parted, the garment slid off of her shoulders, and I fell to my knees as her wonderful bosom was revealed in all its glory. Robin's massive breasts sagged without the support of her bra, and rested on her lovely plump belly; however, they were still large and full, and capped by big dark areolae that highlighted her fat juicy nipples. Now unable to reach my crotch, Robin took my head in her hands and pulled me towards her, smothering my face between her jiggling mounds; instinctively, I took a nipple between my teeth and began to suck furiously, using both hands to fondle each warm, soft tit in turn. "Oh, you wonderful boy!" I heard her cry out, the voice muffled slightly due to Robin's hands being clamped tight over my ears. The stiffness in my pants was now almost too painful to bear, and I shifted my body so that I was in a position to grind my crotch against her leg. Robin let go of my head and tousled my hair playfully, the other hand now snaking into her cotton panties. "You're just like a horny puppy aren't you? And look, you've made your Goddess' fat pussy nice and wet!" Robin had obviously slipped back into character, and I could smell the heady, musky aroma of her juices as she rubbed her clit in unison with my grinding hips. She grinned down at me, ignoring the fact that my face was still buried in her ample bosom. "I think I might just have to put you on a leash if you carry on like that!" I let go of her nipple with a loud, wet 'pop', and growled playfully as I continued to hump her leg; gazing up at her, I made what I hoped were suitably 'puppy-dog' eyes, my tongue lolling out of my mouth in imitation of my neighbours' Labrador Retriever. "Good boy." Robin smiled approvingly, raising me to my feet with her free hand. "I know you want to cum for me, but we're going to do this properly." With one hand still buried in her panties, she slipped the other into my boxers and grasped my stiff dick. She may have had chubby fingers, but Robin's grip was strong and firm, and she led me like a lamb into the bathroom, directing me to sit in a chair facing the huge whirlpool tub that took up one corner of the room. "Well what are you waiting for?" she panted, fingering her pussy furiously and mauling one of her huge, swaying breasts with her free hand, tugging on the stiff nipple as she did so. "Get those pants off and show me how you like to work that fat cock!" I leapt to my feet, struggling to free myself from the confines of my boxers, and almost toppled over as they snagged around my ankles; Robin looked like she wanted to laugh, but she was clearly too turned on for that. Seated on the side of the tub, the crotch of her panties now semi-transparent, I could see that she had at least two fingers buried deep inside her pussy, with her thumb pressed hard against her clit. Finally releasing my feet, I practically tore my t-shirt off and advanced towards her, my rampant cock bouncing around as it stuck out like the bowsprit of a sailing yacht. A long rattling moan escaped Robin's throat as I finally stood naked before her, and I saw the fire of lust burning in her dark eyes. My still-swaying dick was level with the huge expanse of her bosom, and I was seized by the urge to dive back between those lovely soft mounds. However, before I could do anything, she suddenly let go of the nipple which she had been pinching in time with the rhythm of her finger-fucking, and grabbed hold of my aching balls, rolling them around and giving me a slow, teasing squeeze. My head started to spin as Robin caressed the sensitive skin behind my sac, her middle finger stretching out so that it almost reached the crack of my arse. Then, she leaned forward, head swaying like a snake, and began to slowly flick her hot, wet tongue against the end of my cock, gradually letting the bulging tip slide between her lovely soft lips. As I felt her hot mouth clamp tight around me, I found myself instinctively pinching and tugging my own nipples, reaching out to try and fondle one of Robin's fat tits at the same time. Unfortunately, our body positions didn't admit to such acrobatics, but I shifted my weight forward so that her swaying mounds were squashed up against my thighs. "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good!" I panted, eyes almost bulging out of my head as she took a couple more inches into her mouth, her lips now closed tight around my shaft. I could tell that Robin was still furiously fingering her pussy, because her body started to shudder, and she slid off the tub and onto her knees, moaning around my throbbing length as she was overtaken by the force of her orgasm. Dirty Deeds at Disneyworld Pulling her mouth off my dick, which glistened with her spit, Robin wrapped her fingers around it and began to jack me off with long, lingering strokes. At the same time, she pulled her other hand out from her now sodden panties and lifted it to my face, letting me smell the bitter-sweet traces of her pussy on her chubby fingers. The heady aroma of her musky juices encouraged me to thrust my hips forward, matching her strokes, and I had to put both hands on her shoulders in order to keep my balance. Robin, for her part, was lazily caressing my hairy chest, marking me with her womanly scent. I could feel my own orgasm getting close now, and she recognised the signs immediately. "Come on baby!" She urged in hushed tones, gradually increasing the speed of her strokes and flicking her tongue across the head of my cock. "Show your Goddess just how hard you can cum for her!" As if to emphasise the point, she slowly raked her nails down my chest and stomach, sending a shiver down my spine, and then reached around to give my arse-cheeks a lustful grope. "Hold those big fat tits up for me." I cried desperately, almost sobbing with the need for release. "I want to watch you play with your gorgeous breasts while I offer up my tribute!" Robin winked at me, gave the end of my dick one last playful lick, and relinquished her grip on both it and my swinging ball-sack. I took her place without missing a beat, grasping my spit-soaked shaft and pumping up and down the entire length. Meanwhile, Robin hefted one of her huge breasts in both hands, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she lifted it up to her mouth and teasingly started to lick and suck on the still-hard nipple. "Do you like that?" she asked playfully, letting go of the massive mound so that it flopped heavily onto her belly. Reaching out, she grasped my arse cheeks and ran her hands down and around my legs, bending down to bring her face tantalisingly close to the end of my cock. "Perhaps you'd like to squirt your lovely hot spunk in my mouth?" she whispered, and I groaned as her nails raked up the backs of my calves, her big soft breasts bouncing up against my thighs. My strokes had become more fervent now, and I know that I was almost on the brink of climax. "Not your face." I hissed frantically, "I want to cum on your tits!" Robin grinned up at me, shaking her shoulders and pushing up against me so that I felt the full weight of her massive bosom. As I carried on stroking my cock, I felt Robin cup my balls again before slowly pulling away from me, her other arm resting beneath her jiggling tits so that they were pushed together and upwards. I let out low moan as my legs started to shake beneath me, and felt Robin give my aching balls yet another squeeze before playfully slapping me on the arse for good measure. "I thought you'd go for that option!" she giggled, sticking out her tongue and seductively licking her lips. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, and motioned with my free for Robin to get ready; kneeling up, she hefted her huge breasts and squashed them together so as to emphasise her seemingly endless cleavage. "Go on then baby!" She moaned encouragingly. "Squirt all that warm joy-juice all over my big soft titties. I think your Goddess deserves a lovely pearl necklace." That did the trick. As Robin squashed her beautiful mounds together underneath the head of my dick, I gave a few hard, rapid pumps and took aim, fondling my balls with my free hand and gazing deep into her eyes as I felt my orgasm overwhelm me. Letting out a final desperate groan, I let fly and began shooting out long ropes of thick spunk which landed with a splash all over the upper sides of her breasts.. Robin's dark olive skin seemed to glow in contrast to the pale white fluid, and my knees finally buckled beneath me at the sight of my cum sprayed all over her. I collapsed to my knees in front of Robin, and she grabbed hold of my head in both hands, pulling me in for a long, lingering kiss that sent my mind reeling. "Now, my slave boy," she said in a slightly stern voice. "It's about time that you got to have some bouncy fun with your goddess." I began to quiver with excitement, and reached out to massage my spunk into the soft skin of Robin's swaying tits, only for her to bat my hands away. "Not yet baby!" she giggled. "You'll get to bounce those in a minute. First of all though, I'm going to have a nice bounce on your pretty young face." Seeing my surprise, Robin stroked my cheek with one chubby hand. "Yes sweetie. I'm going to let you taste my lovely pussy. After all, you're going to have to go soon, but I know that you'll be able to work me to at least one more good hard cum." Helping me uneasily to my feet, she leant forward and kissed me on the belly, the thighs, and last of all, the head of my now limp dick. "Look's like I tired out your little friend," she grinned mischievously. "Now, go and lie down on one of the beds, and don't you dare start without me!" I nodded groggily and staggered through the door; my legs were still shaking, and I was doing a remarkable impression of Bambi on ice. At last, I collapsed onto one of the huge double beds, stretching out my full length, my chest heaving as I recovered my breath. Then, I looked up, and saw Robin standing over me, leaning forward so that her massive breasts started swaying and bouncing above my face. Her nipples, which were now shining with my cum, hung tantalisingly out of the reach of my mouth, and I heard Robin moan as I grabbed hold of two handfuls of lovely soft tit. "There you go honey." She smiled, running her fingers lazily along my prostrate body. "Now you can work that warm man-milk into my big titties. With any luck, it'll help keep my skin nice and silky-smooth." She pursed her lips, blowing me a kiss as I started to slowly knead her swinging mounds, groaning whenever I felt the fat, hard nipples pressing again my palms. Soon, I had spread my sticky cream all over her breasts, and her beautiful olive skin seemed to shine in the light as I used my fingertips to massage it deep into her flesh. "Oh!" Robin whispered in a husky voice, her hands once again snaking down body to rest on her damp pussy. "Someone definitely knows what he's doing." I turned my head, and saw her gently push the heel of her hand against her mound, and felt my cock twitching back into life. True, there was no chance of a repeat - I hadn't had time to recover from my first climax - but Robin spotted it nonetheless, and gave me an approving wink. "Does your friend want to play again?" She grinned, cat-like. "I'm afraid that he'll have to come back tomorrow. Just make sure that he doesn't spill anything tasty before then!" I gulped, feeling slightly put out; after all, I rarely went a day without jacking at off at least once, even while staying at a Disney hotel. However, as I watched Robin rubbing herself through the cotton fabric of her panties and caressing the jiggling flesh of her thighs, I realised that I didn't care. All I wanted to do was impress this gorgeous woman and prove myself worthy of a second visit. My mind flashed with all of the naughty things we could do in the privacy of this room, and a moaned as I saw a vision of us together in that huge whirlpool bath... Suddenly, I let go of her huge bosom, and braced myself against the mattress with both hands. Pushing myself upwards in a reverse plank, I grinned as my face was once again buried in Robin's sumptuous cleavage, the warm flesh smothering me and each breast resting against my head like a soft pillow. "Suck my nipples honey!" I heard Robin urge, and I gave her a quick motorboat before taking one of her rock-hard nubs into my mouth. I gave it a gentle nibble and flicked my tongue across the end, then began tugging and sucking it as hard as I dared. This drew a long, animal moan from the depths of Robin's throat, and out the corner of my eye I could see her hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her soaking panties, sliding them off of her lovely voluptuous hips and down over her smooth thick thighs. As they fell to the floor, she gave one leg a graceful flick and sent them skidding across the tiles, then reached up a hand to cradle me to her heaving bosom. Suddenly, I felt her other hand caressing my balls, a single fat finger tracing along the underside of my semi-erect cock. "Mmm..." Robin sighed, withdrawing the hand and walking her fingers up my stomach, pausing a moment to tease my nipples as she stroked my chest hair. "I'm certainly going to have a lot more fun with you and your little friend. Perhaps you could apply for a job here, and we could come up here every day?" I nodded vigorously - or at least as vigorously as was possible with a nipple in my mouth and my face buried in tit-flesh, but the message seemed to get through in any case, because Robin let out a ringing laugh that made her breasts and belly shudder. Raking her fingers down the length of my body, she gave my dick a teasing slap and placed both hands on my head, stroking my hair as I continued to suck eagerly on her juicy nipple. "Now now," she cooed, "let's not forget why we're in here!" With another loud pop, the nipple was pulled free from my mouth and I collapsed back down onto the bed, my eyes locked on Robin's as she stood over me like an Amazon. I could now clearly see her dark bush - a huge mass of thick curly pubic hair that made my mouth water at the sight of it - and was seized by a desire to bury my face in that hairy jungle. Robin seemed to sense my thoughts as well. With a speed that shocked me, she leapt onto the bed and swung her right leg over me so that her dripping pussy was poised above my face and my head was sandwiched between the smooth skin of her thighs. Robin was facing the head of the bed, giving me a perfect view of her massive bush and completely ignoring my cock, which still twinged as I thought of her sucking me off in the bathroom. She grabbed hold of my wrists and guided my hands up her jiggling belly until they rested on her fat tits, and threw back her head as I gave the swaying mounds a gentle squeeze. "Look at that lover boy!" She growled, swaying her hips invitingly and sliding a finger between her swollen lips as they bulged out from the tangle of dark black fur. "Would you like to munch my big plump muff and make me squirt all over your face?" Her voice was low and sultry now, thick with arousal as she bounced up and down above my head. I answered her question in the only way that seemed appropriate, letting go of her jiggling breasts and clapping both hands onto her bouncing arse, pulling her forward and down so that I became buried in her musky pussy. Robin instantly began to grind, forcing me to adjust my position so as to avoid being smothered completely. As I freed my nose, I snaked out my tongue and lapped my way up and down her juicy lips, fondling her jiggling butt-cheeks and feeling her start to shudder in anticipation of another quaking orgasm. She was setting up a steady rhythm now, riding my face cowgirl-fashion; thrusting her hips and clamping her thighs around my head like a vice. My tongue was buried in her pussy like a tiny cock, and I could hear Robin moaning as I started to give her a playful spanking. "I'm getting close!" She cried out, tugging hard on her nipples and driving down hard on my fluttering tongue. "Why don't you get those lovely lips around my hard clitty and really make me scream?" Robin eased herself off my mouth and I was only too happy to oblige, moving a hand round to cup her mound before lapping at the hard head of her clit, dragging my tongue across it in a series of long, lazy strokes. As I heard her starting to squeal, I slapped Robin's jiggling arse one last time and hooked my arm around her ample thigh, pulling her back down onto my face, desperate to make my Goddess squirt all over me. Quickening my pace, I gave her clit a few rapid licks, and brought my hand down off her mound, running my fingers through her lush bush. "You naughty boy!" Robin moaned through clenched teeth, feeling my fingers tracing along her moist lips. "Let me feel your fingers in me while you suck me!" With my mouth now clamped over her mound and my tongue pressed up against her bulging clit, I slid two fingers up inside her dripping pussy, just managing to suppress a gasp as I felt the velvety-soft walls clench tight around them. I must have hit Robin's g-spot, because she suddenly gave a low, vulpine howl and gave one last hard thrust of her hips, her thighs quaking as she humped against my lips and tongue. Then almost without warning, her throbbing clit was pulled free of my mouth as she lifted herself up onto her knees, and I saw that she was squeezing her huge, swaying breasts furiously with both hands. Wailing like a banshee, she tumbled over the edge, and a stream of bitter-sweet juice came spilling out of her pussy, spraying over my still-pumping fingers. Pulling my hand away, I brought the palm down on her bouncing arse and buried my face back into her bush, growling as my mouth, nose and chin were covered in musky nectar. "Fuck me, you're good at that!" Robin grinned down at me as she dismounted, "I'm definitely going to have another go on that ride before you leave." Leaning down to where I lay panting on the bed, she gave me a long, lingering kiss, stroking my face and inhaling the scent of her pussy, her lovely fat tongue seeming to fill my mouth. Finally, she retreated into the bathroom to wash and dress, and I could do little more than let out a whimper and fight off the urge to stroke my cock while watching her beautiful arse disappear through the doorway. Miraculously, Robin emerged about five minutes later, looking for all the world as if she had only just got out of bed; her purple chiton once again hugged the glorious curves of her body and her dark hair was tied up in a neat top-knot, and I scrambled to my feet, standing in front of her with my semi-hard cock twitching between my legs. "Sorry darling." Robin smiled wanly, glancing down at my crotch, "but your little friend is going to have to wait. Your goddess 'Thalia' is due at the Fantasyland Stage in a few minutes." I gave her a slightly doleful look, and she reached out to gently stroke the side of my face. "Don't worry," she whispered, her voice once more deep and seductive, "you can come back and see me tomorrow, but don't dare go playing with that lovely cock of yours until then. I want to be able to spend a lot of time riding your winged horse!" A moment later, she was out of the door and heading for the elevator, pausing only to tell me to get dress as quickly as possible. Grabbing my clothes from the bathroom, I threw them on and made my way back down to the ground floor of the Castle, spotting two of the other Muses after emerging from the lift. 'Calliope' caught my eye and gave me a knowing wink, while 'Terpsichore' grinned broadly and leaned towards me as I reached the door. "You rocked her world today Wonderboy!" she whispered under her breath. "Same time, same place tomorrow!" Dirty Deeds at the Laundromat She offered to stay and babysit the laundry load at the out-of-the way laundromat they had found. If her husband told her she was wrong about one more thing... she might need her own hotel room. Relaxing with her phone was more fun than grocery shopping with the kids anyways. She glanced as a younger man came in. Scruffy, blonde and anxious to get the job done, he opened the first machine and started stuffing it with clothes. A young woman came up to him and a very familiar litany began: "too full" "wrong machine" "not the right way". The housewife chewed on her bottom lip. 'All the lonely people' started playing on her head. Twenty more minutes: She needed a distraction. She pulled up her favourite erotica site and found a good short story. It was about cocksucking - one of her favourite themes. That served to pass some time, but now she was aroused and frisky. She had an enlightened idea! The machine she was using was one of the old ones - in the back row - and she seemed to remember that rinse cycles could be a lot of fun... She passed "Scruffy" - he was playing a pinball game. The woman with him had gone out to the car to wait and could be seen having an animated conversation on her phone. The only two people left were the father and son team of proprietors. The older man had his head in a machine doing repairs. She walked over to her machine and watched the dial click to "rinse". She nonchalantly leaned her lower body against it. The soft rumble was enjoyable - but the thought that was making her wet was wondering if any of the men would guess what she was doing. Too soon it was over. She blinked a bit and then unloaded her things into a basket. She asked the son for help selecting the best dryer and went out of her way to ask questions - while smiling and making lots of eye contact. She thought she had raised suspicions when the father stepped up and gave short, clipped instructions that had her laundry spinning in no time - and the son back to other work. Returning to the sitting area, she thought that Scruffy spared her a glance, but she wasn't sure. She decided drastic measures were called for. She opened up some visual porn. She started a video that made particular moaning and sucking sounds - and then quickly turned down the volume and pretended to act embarrassed. Both young men glanced over. She made sure to hold her phone away from her so that both could see the screen as they walked by - noting that each made an excuse to do so. She sat contenting herself by clenching her pussy muscles and squirming her crossed legs against each other, so that there was light friction across her pussy lips. Scruffy and the son had been giving her side long looks and whenever she had felt a gaze, she had subtlety rubbed a nipple over her blouse. The air inside the laundromat was thick with female pheromones and male curiosity. With 20 min left on her dry cycle, she was about to excuse herself to the bathroom to finish, when an opportunity presented itself. The father called to the son that he was leaving, and moments later the woman made sure the couple's laundry was put in machines to her satisfaction, and then she too left to run an errand. She stood up, walked over to the counter and took a chance. She announced to the room in general "I'm going into the bathroom to scratch an itch. Both of you are welcome to join me." The room was silent behind her as she walked down the back hall. Just as she got to the bathroom door she heard footsteps. She grinned. Scruffy was first in the door. That surprised her - until she looked behind him and saw that the son had taken a moment to flip the sign to "closed" and lock the door. She didn't waste time either. She pulled two condoms out of her purse, slipped off her bra through her sleeves (still a woman's best magic trick), unbuttoned her top and whipped off her soaked panties - leaving all her important parts accessible, however still framed in an attractive manner. Scruffy stood stunned at the show - completely unsure of what to do next. Smiling she gestured him over by lifting up one of her breasts and presenting a puckered nipple. He was pleased to respond to direction. He bent down and took the offered breast into his mouth, nibbling and suckling - while lifting its twin in his other hand and beginning to roll the nipple between his fingers. She moaned for him and praised his enthusiasm. The son walked in the door and approached her with more assertiveness. He put one hand under her chin and kissed her, leading with a thrusting tongue. He reached under the skirt that she had left partially raised and grasped an ass cheek in a rough, strong grip. For her part, she ran her hand quickly up the front of his pants, feeling his growing erection and then immediately started undoing his belt and pulling everything down to expose him for her enjoyment. Knowing they were short on time, she pushed Scruffy to his knees, turned her back to him, lifted her skirt and bent over to present him with a choice of areas to fasten his mouth onto. He bit her ass. She approved. He pushed his face into the space between her thighs with the same sense of urgency that was driving her. Having setting contestant #1 to his task, she turned around to contestant #2 who was stroking his attractively sized erection and reaching down her top to roll the recently sucked-on nipple. She stopped him by pulling him close to her with a hand on his ass and taking the cock in her own hand, so that she could lower her mouth down on him. No time, no time - was the refrain in her head - but her senses were singing in a chorus that had been silent moments before. With only a moment to appreciate his shape, taste and texture, she started swirling and pushing her tongue around his head and down his shaft - coating him, moving his senses towards overload. She pushed her cunt backwards, more firmly into Scruffy's sucking mouth, and then pulled the son closer to her to work her hand and mouth more fully down his cock. Her body swayed between them both setting up a rhythm. She heard a buzzer - it may have been in her brain - it was probably a machine signalling the finish - but she knew that it was time for the finale. Grabbing one condom, she waved it behind her. She knew he saw it when the sucking stopped and there was a sudden breeze across her cunt as Scruffy stood up abruptly to suit up. She grabbed the other - and regrettably, but safely - gloved her other partner. It was going to be a challenge to overcome the desensitization of the latex in time to have her blow job finish in coordination with the man taking her from behind, but she felt she was up to the task. Her bum was warmed again as thighs came up against hers and a much-needed hard cock pushed against her sopping wet pussy lips. She angled herself down, raising her hips and groaned as he slid home. Yes. Yes. Yes. This was what she needed. She focused back on the cock in front of her, wrapping a hand around, sucking him down her throat until her mouth and hand were working together and then added the other hand - cupping his balls and occasionally moving back to play between his legs and around his ass. At his sharp intake of breath, she knew she would be able to achieve her pacing goal. Suck. Stroke. Suck. Stroke. Fuck! The first orgasm struck her from the cock ramming her from behind. Her inner convulsions inspired her sucking rhythm to increase - her strokes to be firmer. She took a brief glance sideways, and the sight of the three of them in the mirror tipped her over another peak. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the one cock slamming in and out of her cunt, and the other cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She felt balls slapping against her ass and balls being rolled and pulled in her hand. She sensed a slight hesitation behind her and - coupled with the sounds he was making - knew he was about to finish. On the crest of her next suck she moved her hand back and pressed a finger slightly into the son's ass and pressed against the engorged tissue. The move had the desired effect and on the next pump she felt his hips surge toward her and then both men were making stifled groaning noises as they released themselves. She rode the chain reaction of explosions that the double pressure set off within her own body. A moment later, all three of them held perfectly still, bringing their laboured breathing back under control. Then they heard a banging on the outer door. Shocked into motion, bodies were separated, condoms disposed of, clothes hastily re-arranged and hands rapidly washed. Riding high on their recent orgasms, they added the thrill of almost getting caught. The son made it out the bathroom first moving to the front to let Scruffy's woman back in. She went straight to her laundry as the son loudly apologized. I held the door open so that the sound of Scruffy flushing the toilet could be clearly heard out front to announce his re-appearance. She took some extra moments to re-dress, quickly wash, rinse and double check her look in the mirror, before also exiting from the back corridor. She moved to her own machine and had the load mostly folded when her family returned. She was able to greet them with a smile on her face - rejuvenated and ready to survive the struggle of daily life with an attitude of satisfaction.