Naughty Fun at the Laundromat
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A Night At The Laundromat free porn video
Time to do the Laundry
Being single in an apartment has advantages and disadvantages. I get to
wear whatever I want when I'm home. If I'm tired I wear shorts and a t-
shirt, when I get up it's underpants and that's it. If its been a long day
and I need to escape, it's bra and panties, maybe a nice pair of jeans and
a cami under a nice sweater. If it's the weekend it's more like bra and
panties, stockings and heels, a short skirt and low cut blouse, lots of
makeup and my favorite long brunette wig with bangs. Then if I'm really
feeling saucy I place an ad on Craigslist offering blo and gos, or I might
have a couple drinks and head over to the Oregon. It helps if you know my
name is Richard, but when I need to escape life for a bit I go by Lori.
One major disadvantage of single living in an apartment is doing laundry.
As nice as my place is I still have to go to the laundromat to wash my
clothes, both because I don't have a washer and dryer but also I don't
feel like explaining why I have so many articles of women's clothes in my
wash!
Luckily I found a 24 hour laundromat near my place. I prefer going later
in the evening to avoid people looking at what I'm washing. I don't think
I really NEED to hide it and who knows if anyone cares what I'm washing, I
guess I could say I'm washing my girlfriends stuff, it's just easier if
I'm by myself. It's nice and quiet, I usually go in scruffy cargo shorts,
a t-shirt, and flip flops. I get a lot of good reading while I wait, and
honestly the sounds of the machines is almost soothing, kind of like the
sound of the ocean.
One night though I was feeling a little saucy. I had been going there
every Sunday night for the last six months (at least) and no one was ever
there, and while this week was different (I had just gotten back from a
work trip), I still felt like no one would be there. As I gathered my
laundry I decided to change. I put on my favorite pair of white sheer high
cut panties with a white underwire bra, a pair of stretchy bedazzled
jeans, white satin camisole, long black cardigan, and some black flats.
Instead of bringing my wallet I put my essentials (driver's license, keys,
phone, roll of quarters) along with a lipstick in my purse. I was clearly
in women's clothes though it was pretty androgynous, nothing too
excessive, but super comfy, and besides no one would be there.
I arrived at my usual time, around 9:30, the parking lot was as empty as
it was inside. I was a little anxious at first walking in, I had never
ventured out dressed in women's clothes to a place like this, the neon
lighting seemed to highlight how uncomfortable I was. I tried to focus on
the job of getting my laundry done, moved to a back corner, sorted and
placed my lights in one machine, darks in the other, plugged my quarters,
sat back and cracked my book.
Soon the buzzer sounded, my wash was done and I moved everything to the
dryer. By now I was relaxed, feeling completely natural in my feminine
outfit (and why not?!). I'd stopped my quick glances to see if anyone else
was around, once my clothes were tossing about in the dryer I settled back
into my book. I had brought a book of transgender erotica, not my normal
read but I felt like it went with the outfit so why not. It was a
collection of stories by different authors, a few had multiple chapters
while many were just a couple pages. The subjects all focused around a man
ending up in women's clothing. Well that's a little oversimplified, there
was always an element of being caught, either by a sibling or other
relative, a spouse, a neighbor, or a complete stranger. Many of the
stories ended with the man dressing up and that was it, him being taught
his lesson. The longer stories ended with the man dressed, going through
some kind of humiliation, maybe shopping or to a club, pictures taken, and
then sex. I was reading a story where a man had been caught by his
girlfriend, she was walking into the bedroom only to see him in her bra
and panties. Before he noticed her she had taken pictures with her phone.
He finally noticed and they argued, him out of embarrassment, her telling
him she knew about his browsing history, accusing him of being gay. She
threatened him with the pictures telling him if he didn't go along she
would send them to all his friends. She started making him over with plans
to take him to a nightclub as her "girlfriend".
I was getting into the story, jealous of the guy wishing I had someone to
make me over, take me to the club. I started to get turned on, reading
about this man now transformed into a woman, dragged onto the dance floor
being leered at by the men there, hands groping his ass through the skin
tight mini dress. I started caressing my own nipples feeling them stiffen
through my bra and cami. That's when I noticed him.
I don't know when he came in or how long he had been sitting there. He was
in jeans and a black t-shirt, black converse. He had curly dark hair, tons
of tattoos and a few piercings. He wasn't tall but then I'm six foot, just
kind of average build I guess.
I immediately panicked! I felt my face turn fourteen different shades of
red as I lowered my book to hide my stiffening nipples. I tried to focus
on my book and ignore him, hoping he would go away, but he didn't. Without
a word he got up and started walking over to me. Still I tried to ignore
him, I tried to continue reading but couldn't focus on the words, I kept
staring at my book hoping he would turn and walk past me, but he didn't. I
refused to look up, I had no idea of the words I was staring at, I was in
sheer panic. I wanted to run, to hide, to disappear, I was shaking. There
he was, still not a word, standing in front of me. He reached down and
unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling down his fly,
finally reaching inside his jeans he pulled out one of the biggest cocks I
had ever seen. I'm no prude, I mean I've played with a few cocks in my
time but this one was huge, already at least eight inches and as big
around as my wrist. He stood there in front of me wordlessly stroking his
cock, my mind racing trying to understand what was happening and what my
next move was. Before I realized what I was doing, before my mind could
comprehend what was going on, I felt the tip of his cock on my lips.
It was like I was watching a movie of myself! I was still trying to
understand what was happening yet almost by instinct I dropped my book,
leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock. My lips parted and my
tongue darted out drawing circles over the head of this monster cock, then
slowly I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I moved my way down my
tongue swirled over the tip. This was by far the biggest cock I had ever
seen, my lips were stretched as he filled my mouth. He reached forward
grabbing the back of my head, pulling me toward him, forcing his cock
deeper into my mouth, deep into my throat. He was completely inside me, my
chin resting against his balls, he began to fuck my mouth, each time the
tip of his cock tickling my throat, wanting to gag but still I took him
down my throat. I opened my eyes expecting to see a crowd surrounding me.
I was alone, in the back of a laundromat, dressed in women's clothes, with
a strangers cock being shoved down my throat, and I was in heaven.
He pulled away from me, his cock slipping from my mouth. A hand reached
down and grabbed my shoulder, prompting me to stand. He walked me over to
stand in front of one of the dryers, opening the door he turned me away
from him, his hand pushing me forward until I was bent ove, my hands
resting inside the dryer drum holding me up. I felt him reach for the
front of my jeans, unbuttoning them. I started to panic, does he know I'm
not a real woman?! Can he tell? I know I'm dressed like one and certainly
I was sucking his dick like one but does he know? I turned and our eyes
locked. Without a word I could tell, he knew and didn't care what I was,
he was going to fuck me. I could be a man or woman, to him I was just an
object he was going to fuck. I turned back, my mind still reeling from
what was happening. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my
ankles. His hands were on my ass, caressing me through the sheer nylon,
then he moved a hand between my legs, rubbing me but not grabbing me,
rubbing me like a woman. His fingers slid over the waistband of my panties
and slid them down to the middle of my thighs. Then I felt him kissing my
ass, licking and bighting each cheek, teasing me before finally pressing
first one then two fingers against my hole. I was tight and dry, not a
great combination for this monster cock, still he was able to get his
fingers inside me. He gently fucked me with his fingers and then they were
gone. He shuffled his feet, moving closer to me and I felt it, the tip of
this monster cock was resting against me. I reached back and spread my ass
for him as he pushed his cock against my hole. I held my breath, it was
going to hurt. He kept pushing, I tried to relax, my lungs about to burst
from holding my breath, when finally the head of his cock popped inside
me. I thought I was going to faint! The pain was almost unbearable, I
thought he might split me in two, but the amazing feeling of this
wonderful cock finally entering me, making me feel like a woman. Making me
his anonymous bitch, his fucktoy.
The world was closing in, I was blacking out, I could barely see or hear
anything except my own gasps echoing inside the dryer. He kept pushing,
his cock filling me, I tried to breath but could only gasp. The next thing
I knew he was completely inside me, I had taken this entire monster cock
in my ass. He held me there, his hands on my hips, not moving for a moment
allowing me to catch my breath. Then he began to fuck me. Slowly he pulled
his cock out until just the tip was inside me, gripping me tightly he
forced himself back deep inside me, my moans echoing back at me. He began
to go faster, each time pulling out to just the tip, then pushing until he
was all the way inside me, filling me completely. My mind was a complete
blank, all I could think about was bracing myself against the dryer as he
hammered his cock inside me. And then he came. It wasn't sudden, he was
fucking me hard and fast (the way I like it), when his hands gripped me
like a vice and he thrust himself deep inside me, and I felt it. He came
hard, the only sound I heard was him grunting as his cum flooded my ass,
filling me with his seed. I started to shake, not from nerves, I didn't
understand what was happening. My body began shaking uncontrollably,
something was building inside me. As this complete strangers cock was
buried in my ass, his cum filling me, I shook, my moans became cries and
screams, my arms and hands and knees and legs, everything collapsed as I
came. But I wasn't coming, not a drop left my cock, I was having my first
true orgasm. My body laid there as I shook, the sounds of my body, my
moans echoing inside that dryer drum. I don't know how long I lay there, I
vaguely remember the feeling of him pulling out of me, the empty feeling
he left me with, then feeling his warm cum trickle down my leg. I started
to drift off when I heard the buzz of my dryer.
Slowly I tried to stand, my legs barely supporting me. I managed to pull
up first my panties and then my jeans. I turned to look around but no one
was there, he was gone. I hobbled to my dryer, emptying my warm clean
clothes into my basket, gathered up my purse and my book, and made my way
home. As I drove home I thought about what had happened, already planning
my outfit for my next trip to the laundromat!
Jane
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