by S. E. Law
But first, my clothes. I flip open the machine, and then reach into my basket to begin pulling out filmy strips of nothing. Here’s my red demi-bra that has Merlin’s saliva on it. The trucker from Westside liked sucking my tips through the fabric, and as a result, it needs a good washing.
Then, there are the pink cotton panties that I wore to my out call with Robert from Louisville. He likes girls who appear innocent, so I kept things simple. I wore 100% cotton panties and a matching tank top to boot. But Robert’s an animal. He ripped my lingerie, and now there’s a tear on the side. I frown, fingering the broken elastic before tossing the item in the trash. These were three to a pack from Target. I can get some more, no problem.
I reach into the basket again to pull out a filmy white thong. It looks like something a bride would wear, except grooms don’t do what Peter from Chicago did to me. After stripping me nude, he had me on all fours. Then he pushed my sopping panties into my hole, only to draw the fabric out slowly and languorously. It felt delicious, to be honest. The scratchy lace pulled against my insides, and I moaned deliriously. Peter was dirty, but I’m exactly the kind of girl who loves it.
Slowly, I go through each item, lovingly fingering the lingerie while smiling at the naughty memories that come to mind. There are so many items! I probably haven’t done laundry in two weeks, and there must be at least seven or eight sets of used lace in here. Well, at least I’m enjoying my membership with Dads and Daughters. I’m certainly available for the men’s enjoyment, that’s for sure.
Finally, all of my clothes are in the lukewarm water, and I drop in some detergent. But before hitting start on the machine, I have one more thing to do. Slowly, I reach into the side compartment of my basket for my battery-operated friend, Senior. I call him Senior because Junior sounds inappropriate given his huge size.
He’s a ten-inch long, enormous rubber member with articulated veins on each side. Squishy balls form the base, but it’s not a flat base. Instead, there’s a hole in the base with a locking mechanism because it was designed especially for this machine in front of me. Smiling a bit to myself, I shimmy out of my clothes so that my lush curves are out in the open. Then, I lick Senior a bit, getting him lubed and ready. With a final flick of my wrist and a coy smile, I pop him onto the center cylinder of the washing machine, where all the action happens. Perfect.
Now comes the tricky part. Looking around, I spy a small step-stool about ten feet away and quickly skip over to bring it back to my designated area. Then using the step-stool, I clamber onto the machine and gingerly squat over the open hole. It’s a little bit tricky, but totally worth the trouble. The clothes are in a soapy pit beneath me, and of course, I don’t want to fall in. Getting my feet positioned correctly is absolutely key, and I make sure that I’m balanced and ready to rumble.
Then comes the good part. Tossing my head back, I let out a breathy moan of anticipation. Senior brushes against my little entrance, like he knows what’s about to happen. I reach down and grab the thick rubber before pointing it at my sweet spot, and begin the delicious slide down. Ooooh! That feels amazing. He’s huge, and my walls get stretched as I slowly lower myself onto the enormous toy.
Fuck fuck fuck! This feels so good! I let out a musical moan, my kitty straining until the shaft is all the way in. The B-O-B hits against my deepest point inside, and I mewl again, loving the delicious tingle. Then I move up and down a few times, getting myself warmed up. My squatting position is awkward, but it feels so good too. Plus, once this ride starts, it’s going to be like riding a bucking bronco and I want to get in a few deep swipes before the real pounding begins.
Finally, the shaft is lubed all the way up with my juices, and I sigh blissfully. Who knew washing clothes could be this fun? With a dreamy smile, I turn slightly and my finger hovers over the “Start” button. Am I ready? Oh yes.
My index finger presses go, and then the ride begins. Senior begins to thrum within me, as the water begins to slosh in the washing machine. This is perfect because I’m killing two birds with one stone. My lingerie is getting cleaned while I’m getting drilled. I congratulate myself on this piece of ingenuity.
But then delicious sensations begin to wash over my frame as the B-O-B continues its thrumming ride. It pulses within me, doing little circles before bumping up and down slightly. Mmm! Feels good.
The machine is set on delicate right now, but that isn’t enough. I need it deep, and I need it now. My finger turns up the dial a bit, and the speed increases to medium. Ohhh, we’re probably on the dark color setting now. It feels amazing. My twat is getting a drill, and I sigh blissfully. My hands clutches onto the back of the machine to steady myself, and my tits bobble as the pounding continues.
But I’m a dirty girl. I need this on maximum to be satisfied. But maximum is crazy, and so I reach carefully for one of the wall grips. There are black rubber handles all over the walls in the laundry room, especially for this purpose. I grip one on each side, bracing myself. Then I let go to quickly punch “Heavy Soil” on the machine, and just as quickly, reach back for the grip to brace myself.
An ecstatic scream escapes my lips as the machine begins its deep, pounding throbs. Ooh, it feels so good! B-O-B is trashing my little hole now. His great length pummels all the way inside relentlessly, again and again. My breasts are shaking and jiggling with the motion, and I can feel my insides begin to clench. Hot juices flood my sweetest spot, and my fingers grip the wall mounts with white knuckles.
My lips part to let out another guttural moan, but the cry stops in mid-air because oh shit! I’m not alone! My eyes bulge from my head because there are two naked men right in front of me! Have they been watching me this entire time?
But even more astonishing is the fact that the men aren’t just standing there, doing nothing. No indeed. One is bent over, his legs braced as the other one thrusts his enormous shaft again and again into the first man’s sculpted ass. Holy fuck! Right as I’m about to climax, I let out another blood-curling scream. Who are these people? And what’s going on?
73
Andrew
We couldn’t help ourselves. That’s our only excuse, although of course, it’s no excuse at all. It’s just that the woman is so ripe, curvy, and dirty-as-hell. She looked so innocent with those brown curls and cherubic expression. But everything went downhill once she clambered onto the washing machine.
Of course Aaron and I knew it was a possibility. After all, this is what the laundromat was designed for: hedonism to the nth degree. Still, we’d never seen one of the machines used in real life, but today was our lucky day. The brunette maneuvered herself over that giant toy, and then slowly sucked it into her swollen kitty.
I say sucked it in because that’s what it looked like. Some women are dirty that way. They don’t need you to push into them. Instead, their sweet spots are so hungry all the time that they’ll absorb your hardness without any trouble at all. This girl is one of those.
My friend and I watched, astonished and aroused, as that enormous black member disappeared inch by inch into her twat. When she reached the base, her head tilted back and she let out a little sigh of pleasure. But that’s when things got rancid. The girl turned the machine on, and water began splashing. Not only that, but the obscene toy began to pummel her. Just a little at first, but soon, our dirty girl was getting the deep bang and she loved it.
That’s when Aaron and I sprang into action. We couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. Within seconds, we stand in front of the girl as she moans and bucks, her knees spread as that insanely huge dildo does its work. Then, Aaron bends over, bracing his hands on the floor before bumping his ass up and down a few times in invitation.
“Come on,” he growls, his eyes still fixed on the beautiful girl. “Let’s do it. It’s the perfect opportunity.”
I couldn’t agree more. I spit into my hand before reaching down to lube my stiff shaft. Then I grip my friend’s hips and carefully point my tip at his brown wrinkle. Aaron moans, hi
s eyes fluttering shut for a moment, but then they spring back open.
“Deeper, lover boy,” he rasps. “I want it.”
That’s all I need to hear. I ease the entirety of my ten inch rod into his back door, and groan as his powerful back walls clamp on me.
“Oh FUCK!” I growl. “Shit, this feels good.”
We begin to move in sync, me owning his tiny pucker with the swift, sure strokes of an alpha male. But there’s an added bonus to our loving today. Both of our eyes are fixed on the girl in front of us, who’s still bumping away on that massive horse cock. She’s holding onto the wall grips with all the strength in her body as hot fluids drip from her steaming slit to run over the toy.
But then, her eyes flick open and she sees us bent over in front of her. Her mouth opens to scream but instead of a “WTF! Get out!” all that erupts is a keening, high-pitched wail.
“Oooooooh!” she cries, her head tilting back as the little death overtakes her. “Unnnnnh!”
We watch as her swollen folds contract once before dissolving into a series of hard shudders on the toy embedded deep within. The dirty sight puts us over the edge, and suddenly, Aaron and I know what we want to do. I pull out of my friend swiftly, and rotate so that I’m facing the girl with my firehose. Meanwhile, Aaron straightens quickly, and he too faces the girl with his rod ready in his hand. As if on cue, we climax and spurt all over her curvy, lush body.
It’s a dirty sight. We’re roaring with pleasure as white hot jets of come arc through the air to splash on her breasts, belly and thighs. Gallons of the good stuff is pumped onto her, and her eyes open in shock as she’s drenched in a delicious shower of juice.
But then the girl surprises us. Even as her body continues to pulse, she merely opens her knees wider and lifts herself up a bit so that the toy slides out. Her little hole is open and gaping at us, begging to be filled.
“Put it right here,” she coos. “This is where your come belongs.”
Holy fuck, is this really happening? This woman is truly the answer to our dreams, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
74
Naomi
I can’t believe I did that, but I was just going with the flow. When my eyes opened and I saw two hot guys doing the dirty, I was shocked but also titillated. I’ve been with two men before, but not also two men who were into each other. This was my chance to explore my dark side, and I relished the opportunity.
Plus, when they began spraying me with their hoses, I was delighted. I love the feel of being splattered by hot, sticky man juice, and these two men had a lot. I felt like I was being doused in the good stuff, and the experience called to the female goddess within. Like Aphrodite rising from the waves, I rose off of the B-O-B and bared my hole to them.
“Put it in here,” I moaned. “This is where it belongs.”
The men were shocked, and their eyes went wide, but they indulged me. One minute, I was getting it on my breasts, belly, and thighs, but the next, they were aiming straight at my sweetest spot. It was delicious. Hot jets splattered right where it counted and my kitty clenched with delight. I tilted my pelvis up to keep as much of it in me as possible, but there was just so much. Soon, I was covered in man goop, and I loved it.
By then, we were all panting and sated. With a finger, I reached in back to turn off the washing machine, which ground to a halt immediately. The resounding silence was filled by our heavy gasps and labored breathing.
“Um, hi,” I say tentatively. “I’m Naomi.”
The men chuckle, their hot rods still dripping a bit onto the concrete floor.
“Nice to meet you,” says one. “I’m Aaron.”
“And I’m Andrew,” says the other, grinning at me with a charming smile. “I’d say we’re a little late on the introductions, aren’t we?”
Probably yes, because I’m sticky and wet with their goop, while they just finished draining their hoses onto my body. But it doesn’t feel awkward in any way. If anything, these handsome men have senses of humor. Aaron looks around and chuckles.
“I guess we should be grateful that this place has concrete floors,” he says with humor. “It’s going to need a deep clean, that’s for sure.”
“Not just the floor,” adds Andrew. “The walls and the machine too. Everything’s doused with our seed.”
It’s true. They erupted so much that there are small drips drizzling down from almost every surface. I should feel grossed out, but I don’t. Instead, I just feel dirty and sated.
I smile at them.
“Should we get a mop?” I ask with eyebrows raised. “I guess my laundry is done for too,” I say ruefully, looking into the washing machine. It’s true. There are sticky tendrils of man goop in the water now, and if anything, it’s just making my lingerie dirtier and not cleaner.
“Here, let us help you off of there,” says Aaron. “That looks like a precarious place to be.”
I giggle a bit.
“Believe it or not, I’ve done this before with high heels on. That was definitely a lot more dangerous.”
The men gape at me.
“Are you serious?” asks one. “You straddled your toy on the moving washing machine while balancing in high heels?”
I nod coyly.
“Yep, and they were six inch stilettos too. It was difficult, but you learn,” I coo sweetly.
The men merely shake their heads. They each take one of my hands in their own while helping me off the washing machine, and to be honest, I feel like a princess getting out of a carriage. Aaron and Andrew are my two Prince Charmings helping me alight from a moving vehicle.
“Thank you,” I say once I’m down safely on the ground. I look at them closely for the first time, and my heart begins to race as my pupils dilate. These men are even more handsome close up. They’re both six three, with dark hair and deep blue eyes. Their massive male forms are hardened and muscular, with wide shoulders, broad chests, and the proverbial washboard abs. Plus, those huge hoses, which are now flaccid, are still enormous. They’re each at least ten inches long and dangling almost all the way down to their knees. Holy cow. What would it feel like to take one inside myself? My mouth goes dry as my eyes widen.
The two men see what I’m looking at and chuckle.
“Like what you see?” one says dryly. “We’re in resting phase right now.”
“When we’re ready to go, it’s even better,” the other says with humor.
My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t get any words out. Finally, I manage to nod and swallow thickly.
“Um, yes,” I say like a dimwit. “Very nice.”
Oh god, why do I sound so stupid? Why do I have to turn into a bumbling idiot at exactly the wrong time? Usually, I’m sassy and fierce. I like to tease and am never at a loss for words. If anything, I’m usually the life of the party. But something about these men makes me feel shy, and like I’m walking naked while people point and laugh.
The fact is that we are nude. All three of us are wearing nothing, and it should feel embarrassing. But something about these men is soothing. They handle their nudity with ease, and even as their hoses continue to drip to the floor, they seem nonchalant and very confident.
“Um, so do you guys live here?” I ask, biting my lip. “Maybe we should get some robes. Unfortunately, I only have my dirty lingerie, and the clothes I shed … well, those are covered in spunk now.”
The men let out laughs, showing off sparkling white teeth.
“We’re in the same boat,” says Aaron humorously.
“We dumped all our laundry in the machine, and now we have nothing to wear,” adds Andrew with a grin.
“Are there some clean towels in the laundromat?” I ask quickly, my cheeks turning red. “Or some sheets somewhere? There must be cleaning supplies at least.”
“And what would we do with those?” quips Andrew. “Would we cover ourselves with dirty sponges and soap?”
I shrug at them, giggling despite myself.
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�Maybe they have some dirty rags and we could wipe ourselves down with that,” I say with a wry smile. “I can’t be any filthier than I am now. Although, of course, your spunk isn’t dirty. I’d take a bath in it if I could!”
Oh my god, what am I saying? What are these ridiculous words coming out of my mouth? A bath of spunk? What the hell is wrong with me?
But the men seem to find my sense of humor entrancing. Aaron grins at me.
“A bath in our seed? Not a bath in champagne? Or milk? Or chocolate milk?”
“Chocolate milk? Gross,” adds Andrew. “But sweetheart, if you really want to take a bath in our spunk, we can talk about it,” he winks.
My mouth drops open and my eyes go wide because that’s actually a fantasy of mine. It’s hard core, but I’ve seen those films where a woman kneels on the floor while guys come all over her. Maybe I don’t want to get hit in the face, but I’d definitely love to be bathed by a shower of warm male jism.
“I’m into that,” I say with a coy smile while reaching for my old clothes. They’re dirty, but they’ll do. Haphazardly, I pull the t-shirt over my head. It’s a long one, so it falls loosely to my knees and I grin again at the men once my head is through the hole.
“So do you guys live here?” I ask. “I haven’t seen you around before. Or are you visiting from another Lodge?”
While we don’t get visitors that often, the Lodges have reciprocal rights. That means a member of our Lodge can visit another Lodge while he’s in their city. The same goes for the girls. We can visit other Lodges when we’re doing our residencies, and sometimes we have nubile young things staying with us while they’re in town. Thus, it’s totally possible that Andrew and Aaron are just here temporarily.
But the two men merely shake their heads.
“We moved in a couple months ago,” Andrew says. “We started working as long haul truckers about a year ago.”