In The Laundry Room

 

He bumps into her in the shared laundry room of their flat.

The instant his eyes see her, stiff as a stick he becomes. He's been imagining her naked and trembling under him for days, ever since he first saw her moving in, her big and plump bottom teasing him as she climbed the stairs with a few of her belongings. The view from where he was standing was enough to send any man to Heaven immediately. Her legs went on for miles, reminding him of the beautiful Victoria Secret models, their perfect legs running on, smooth and lickable. He knew without any doubt that her legs would put theirs to shame; her tanned mocha, mile-long legs attached to the most amazing thick hips his poor soul had ever witnessed. The higher she had climbed, the harder he had become, watching those hips bounce side to side as she took a step, his eyes glued to the jiggle her hips happily kept making. Her long chocolate-brown hair flowed freely behind her, and he been hit with a picture of a beautiful girl underneath him, her hair spread wildly all over his pillow as he made love to her endlessly. Unfortunately, the keys that had been jiggling in his hands as he watched her from the bottom of the staircase hadn't alerted her of his presence, and so he was yet to put a beautiful face to the most sexiest back view of a mocha-skinned woman.

If he thought she was more beautiful from the back, he was definitely mistaken.

As soon as her eyes met his in the laundry room, he was hit with another load of raw lust. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel-brown, skin a tantalising smooth mocha, lips a natural colour of ruby red. The hair that teased him in his dreams was flowing around her shoulders, her natural curls framing her body and giving her an innocent, angelic look. He could literally see her lashes from where he was standing, thick and curled. She had no make-up on, and he knew she didn't even need it. Hell, the woman didn't even need clothes. She wore a tight black singlet and black yoga tights that outlined her every curve and showcased her mouth-watering hourglass figure. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at how delicious her curves were on that body, and it was exactly the kind of body that got him rock hard during the night.

The way she was staring at him now, it wasn't helping. He could feel his hard cock against his thigh, begging to be released. It yearned to be unleashed, and pummel straight into what he knew would be the best pussy he would ever bury himself in. The innocent stare she was giving him had him cursing under his breath, trying to get in control of his raging cock. Pound her, his conscience told him roughly. Pound the fuck out of her and make her yours. She bit her lip as she stared, tilting her head as she held a small washing basket in her arms. He groaned inwardly, closing his eyes to rid himself of the sinful devil that was giving him the biggest hard-on ever. The 8-inch cock that he was proud of was stiff straight, and he honestly felt so numb that he was scared it'll fall off from the pressure of wanting to be buried deep but being unable to. He took a step back, knowing he had to get out of the room before he took her with force. Just as long as I don't hear her voice. If I hear it, I will fucking put it in her big mouth. Opening his eyes, he immediately looked at the wall above her head and turned around to back out of the door. Don't talk, don't fucking open your mouth bitc-

“Wait!”.

He lost it. He could feel the wetness on the tip of his dick. To say he was shocked was an understatement. He was proud to admit he had buried his 8-inch monster in more than enough girls, but never was he this hard! Everyone he knew admitted that he was a good-looking fella, so getting girls to spread their legs before him was as easy as doing addition. Girls were attracted to the charm he projected, and his smile could take any breath away. Being known around the neighbourhood and having connections was an advantage, and club-hopping was a weekly routine for him, always being able to score a beautiful and eager woman in the club and bring her home for the night. But never....never had he ever been rock solid for a woman that he literally cummed in his jeans. Fuck, he didn't even touch the busty brunette and got off just by hearing one word that she had uttered. He stopped moving, eyes trained at the door and trying to put his beast on a leash.

“Turn around”, he hears her say in her melodic voice, low and inciting. He refuses and continues to stand facing the door, knowing if he turns around and sees her hourglass figure and big lips, he's done for. So instead of turning around, he slowly walked towards the door once more. The walk to the door feels like a marathon, and he scolds himself for walking far into the laundry room and not noticing her behind the laundry cupboard door until it closed. It literally feels as if he has been walking for miles, trying to escape the sex goddess that he desperately needs to taste.

“What a pussy”, she calls out loudly just as he walks out the door, and once more he comes to a stop. What the fuck? Immediately he turns and looks at her, seeing her perched on the dryer machine, her legs spread wide on the sides of the machine, hands holding the front, her hazel-brown irises blazing as she looks at him with a sultry smirk. What the double fuck? How did he not hear her climb on that damn dryer?

“What did you call me?”, he says huskily, trying to give her an intimidating glare. She just raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow, licking her lips slowly.

“I called you a pussy”.

“Why?”

“You know why”, she says with a grin, before replacing her hands with her elbows so her big and perfectly-round ass hovers higher as her upper body moves lower. She tilts her head at him, licking her lips once more. He knows immediately what she is trying to do, but he can't be fucked for games. He just has one mission, and he wants to make sure by the end of it, it is accomplished. He walks back in quickly, before locking the laundry door and moving straight to her. She gets back up from on her elbows, shocked to see the determined, angry look on his handsome features as he stomps towards her. Immediately he attacks her with his lips, finding hers to be exactly how he imagined: sweet, full and delicious. His rough and calloused hands hold her face to his, unable to force down the dominating hold that lust has on him. Pulling her hair back harshly, he leaves her lips to attack her neck, kissing hard on her soft mocha skin for a few seconds before his conscience demands him to go hard, which ultimately equals love-bites. His teeth graze her skin with harsh intent, and he laughs inwardly when he hears her shocked gasps and whimpers. After attacking her throat and covering it in big, black bruises of bites, he returns her lips, not caring to see if she is hurting or not. Judging by the closing of her eyes and the soft moans she projects, she is enjoying it. He can't and won't accept that.

“You think I'm a pussy, sweetie?”, he spits in her ear, before forcing his tongue into her mouth, finding her tongue and then using his teeth to bite hard on it. She gasps, and he brings one hand onto her face hard to keep her still.

“I'll show you pussy”, he says with an evil glint in his eyes, before he steps back from her, the lust overclouding every good judgement his mind was sadly having trouble conjuring. She stares at him, and he knows she wants him. It's evident with the way the disappointment flashed through her eyes when he stepped back, and the tightening of her nipples through the tight singlet that covered the melons he yearned to devour. Good, no bra. Less work to do, he tells himself as he looks at her with no smile.

“Get off the dryer, and get on your fucking knees. Now”. She whimpers, which makes his still raging cock fire a little more. He walks towards her, grabbing a round and full breast before squeezing it hard. He smiles as he hears her whimper, stubbornly trying to hold down the pain as he roughly handles her asset.

“I said now”, and without further ado, he introduces his rough hands to her beautiful brown hair that had been teasing him. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he leans in and inhales the smell of coconut and mint. Her shampoo hits him with another shitload of lust, which then demands his fingers to grab hold. Pulling her hair roughly, he walks backwards and pulls, a tiny bit sorry for her as she screams out in protest as she reaches over to place her delicate fingers on top of his hands to pull it away. Lust has officially made itself comfortable in both his body and mind, so he only laughs when he pushes her to the laundry carpet floor in front of him. She gives him a glare, but he can tell she wants it just as much as he, and so he gives in to the need and pulls out his already sticky 8-inch thick, big cock. The look on her face is priceless, as if she has never seen a humongous-sized cock before. With a big Kim Kardashian booty like hers, she's probably ridden more than enough. I'll make sure she remembers this ride then.

His black boxers and open jeans are wrapped around his ankles, and he proudly stands showing off the tool he plans to push into her barriers. She stares at his length memorised, her mouth open in amazement as she kneels before him. He can't hold off any longer, and immediately pulls her head forward and pushes his big cock into her mouth. The feeling is intense, and he feels as if he has finally reached Heaven's gates. Her mouth is warm around his shaft and he can feel her tongue trying to find space in her own mouth as he dominates it. He groans, watching her as she closes her eyes and tries to accommodate his length. She knows what she has to do as the minutes go by, looking up at him with her big, innocent eyes as she sucks his hard cock, her bobbing up and down, licking up, down and around. He nearly gets off as she tries to take him deeper, her lips close to reaching his ball sac, the choking sounds she lets out making him pant and mutter swear words out loud.

“Harder”, he commands, holding her head with both hands from behind as he takes over, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth and throat, fucking the big red lips and tongue that had caused him trouble in his dreams. He fucks her mouth hard, muttering rough words to her as she tries to take him in with every thrust, her hands holding the back of his thighs for support. He gives it to her hard, liking how stubborn she can be even when dominated, as she refuses to drop eye contact with him. After a few minutes of fucking her face, he feels his release coming, and so he pushes his cock into her mouth hard, her mouth swallowing more than enough inches to have him content. His sweet and hot cum is released into her mouth as he thrusts one last time in her face, and he immediately stops moving to watch her swallow and lick every drop off his member. He takes it out of her mouth for a moment, just to leave spread some of his sweet nectar on the top her hair before placing the tip of his cock back in her mouth for her to finish swallowing. He wants to make sure by the end of it, she is soaked and covered in his cum. The smile on his face is there as he watching the beautiful creature below him having trouble taking in every drip, which makes his essence dribble down her chin and chest. Fascinated, he watches as it drips between the valley of her big breasts, and he takes it as a sign that tasting those hardened nipples needs to be done immediately.

He takes his rough act a notch down, taking his now-softened and sticky cock out of her mouth and pulls her up to help her stand. She looks at him innocently and with a sly grin, her chin, hair and chest still coated in his essence. He takes the chance to kiss her and taste himself on her juicy lips. Wrapping his arms around her waist, their tongues come together in a dominate war-dance, tasting and touching each other, the taste of his juices still lingering on the tip of her tongue. He releases her after a few seconds and without word, lifts her up onto the dryer. Removing the boxers and jeans from his ankles, he takes his singlet off and then starts taking hers off. The sight of her big and perfectly-rounded breasts makes his cock start to feel once more, and he wastes no time in taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard. She moans loudly, wrapping her legs around his thighs as he hovers over her body and assaults her tits with his tongue. He takes his time on each breast, using the cum he left on her chest and rubbing them on her breasts, sucking and twisting each nipple hard. He gets creative, using one hand to play with one nipple while the other follows the path down to her yoga pants. He slips inside, shocked to find no thong or underwear blocking his path. Even better. He reaches his destination and immediately starts his rubbing, and as the minutes go by and her pants and whimpers are more louder, he decides to use fingers. As soon as he feels her become undone, he immediately goes in for the kill, the big one.

It takes him less than ten seconds to remove her yoga pants, and five seconds to enter her. Spreading her legs wide as she lays on the dryer, he embraces this moment. He loves the feel of her tight pussy against his hardened cock, groaning at how tight and warm she feels around him. After a few seconds of adjustment, he starts to thrust, holding her hour-glass waist as he threads in and out of her delicious body. Watching her moan and keep eye-contact with him is the sexiest thing he knows he has ever witnessed. They stare at one another as he pounds her pussy, her hand on her breasts as she watches his thick cock assault the jewel between her thighs. As her pants are doubled, so is the speed he creates. He picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, both slowly reaching towards cloud nine. She plays with her breasts and leans her head back, closing her eyes as her climax draws nearer. His eyes are drawn to her hard, pink nipples as he pumps, watching as they jiggle and tease. Soon she reaches her climax, screaming and holding onto his hands as he pumps faster than before. He feels her wetness surround him, which takes him to the edge, and after a few more rounds of owning her pussy with his hardened length, he releases into her. She is already bouncing on cloud nine, her clit the most sensitive it has ever been. He rubs a bit of his cum onto her stomach and smiles as he sees her giggle, her eyes still closed, her body still riding on cloud nine.

After letting her rest for a few minutes, he is back to owning her.

Licking her out, Taking her in the ass, owning her every curve.

He marks her as his. Well, at least his cum does.

In the laundry room.