Why can't the boys be a little cleaner?, you thought as you placed their clothing into the washer one by one. You pulled one of Dean's t-shirts out of the basket and sighed in frustration. Right across the chest was a blood stain from whatever they'd killed. Damn it, you shoved the t-shirt into the washer as you remembered where you were at the moment.
Sam and Dean decided it would be a great opportunity to get out of the bunker and stay local to our hunts. Fortunately, Sam hadn't chosen a cheap motel as usual. Instead, he chose to borrow one of the old campers in Bobby's backyard and have them all stay at campsites. Yippee, you groaned. And a camper means closed quarters and no sexy time with Dean, a second groan followed. If you remembered correctly, it'd been almost two weeks since you and Dean had done anything like steamy kissing, let alone sex, and if you were dying for more, you couldn't imagine Dean was doing any better.
You'd just put the last of Dean and Sam's laundry in the washer and had moved to start sorting your clothing when, suddenly, you heard the door to the laundromat open and being locked after being shut. You froze and looked around the room, but no one was in there except for you and your laundry. You shrugged and went back to work sorting through your lights and darks. A couple seconds later, the radio suddenly kicked on and started playing a familiar tune. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized what was going on and as the music echoed through the laundromat, you couldn't hold back the smirk that crept on your face.
"And what are you smirking about?" You heard Dean's voice come from behind you. Before you could turn around and face him, Dean had you pinned against the washer and pressed his body against yours. You could feel his pulsating erection against your ass as he held you against the washer. The smirk on your face grew larger when Dean had to stifle a moan as you rotate your hips against him. Dean chuckled slightly as his hands grabbed your hips and held them still, "not a smart idea, baby." He whispered in your ear, a moan catching his breath when you pushed against him once again.
"On the contrary, Dean. I think it's a great idea." Dean turned you around and your hands slid up his chest and to the back of his neck. As Dean lifted you onto the washer, you pulled him into a kiss. Careful not to disturb the kiss, you slowly got up on your knees. Dean moaned against you and when his grip seemed to be loosening, you broke the kiss and started to crawl away from him on top of the washers. You didn't get far, especially from giggling so much, before Dean grabbed your ankle and dragged you back over to him.
"You're not going anywhere." Dean handcuffed your hands to the rod beside you that held the hangers, "not until I've had my way with you as much as I want," Dean shook the chain to make sure it was secure before he walked over to the windows and closed the blinds, "and we should have just about enough time for a few warm up rounds before I pound you so hard into that washer that it leaves a big imprint of your amazing ass." You gulped at the thought of it. You'd never seen Dean like this before and it was turning you on so much. As Dean turned to the door to lock it, he noticed the sign hanging above him. He chuckled and flipped the sign so that the "closed for business" side was facing anyone that would try to get in. No one can get in or even see what we're going to be doing, the thought echoed through your mind and you felt you pussy throb in need. When Dean looked back at you, with that triumphant smirk on his face, you could've just melted into a puddle of arousal.
"Now," he started, "let's begin." Dean took of his shirt and unbuckled his belt as he walked back over to you. His eyes were looking all over you, searching for a single spot to start on. When he seemed to have finally made up his mind, Dean hopped up on top of the washer. He began to crawl up your body and stopped when he reached your stomach. He nuzzled the bottom of your shirt where it had risen and showed a bit of your stomach. His fingers trailed up your sides before catching the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up so your stomach was fully exposed. Slowly, he bent down and began to rub his face against your skin like a cat. His erection was being firmly pressed against your leg as Dean continued to rub your stomach. The stubble on his face tickled your skin and made you shiver with excitement. You closed your eyes and revelled in the feeling of his body finally against yours. You gasped when began to slowly lick from the bottom of your stomach all the way up to where your bra covered your breasts. Dean reached from under you and pulled your shirt and bra over your head. He took no time continuing to lick between your breasts before he grabbed one of your breasts and took your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple and sucked slightly on your breast before nibbling slightly. Your body struggled to press harder against him, but Dean had you pinned down.
"I know, baby." he cooed as he brushed his cheek against your breast. His kisses continued on to your neck. His hands drifted down to your hips and began to take off you pants and underwear until there was nothing between the two of you except his clothing. His erection was now pressed against your soaked pussy as it struggled to break free from its restraints. You wrapped your legs around Dean's waist as he began to grind his jean-clad erection against your pussy. A moan escaped from your lips as Dean bit down onto your neck and then licked it. He chuckled at your response and proceeded to unbutton his jeans until now there was only his boxers keeping him from being inside of you. Your hands struggled against the handcuffs, begging to be able to lace your fingers through his hair.
"De-" Dean silenced you with a kiss. As he did so, he pulled down his boxers and rubbed his cock against your pussy.
"Damn, baby," he moaned, "you're so fucking wet." You expected him to just sink into you right then, but he was suddenly gone. Instead, he was now making his way down to your pussy, "You know I can't resist having a taste of your delicious pussy, baby." You stifled a moan as he began to lay kisses up and down your thighs. His eyes never left you and he watched your heavy breathing bring your breasts up and down with each breath. He was now only inches away from your dripping wet pussy and you could feel his hot breath against your folds.
"Dean…" He breathed in your scent, he always thought your pussy smelled amazing.
"Such a beautiful pussy," he sighed before bringing his mouth down onto you. His tongue instantly delved inside of you and tasted the juices that were practically flowing out of you by now. Your breathing sped up when he took his tongue and traced through your folds and up to your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking slightly. You were so close to cumming that when he suddenly removed his mouth and brought his lips back up to your neck, you whimpered. Dean groaned and rubbed his cock against your pussy once more.
"Easy now, baby." Dean absolutely loved when you whimpered, it practically brought him to his knees. But not as much as something else.
"Mmm…" you moaned and bit your bottom lip as you looked straight into Dean's eyes, "Daddy…" And just like a bomb going off, Dean grabbed your ass so hard it would for sure leave bruises and thrusted his cock deep into your pussy. You practically screamed in delight at the feeling of Dean filling your pussy with his cock. He grabbed the chains of your handcuffs and broke your hands free with godly strength. Your hands instantly laced into his hair as your brought his forehead against your and stared deeply into his eyes.
"Make me cum, Daddy," you moaned, "make me cum for you." Dean's thrusts sped up after you said that and you could feel his fingers digging into your ass. Dean slid off of the washer, his cock still buried inside of you, and placed you on the dryer now. He thrusted slowly in and out of you as he reached to turn on the dryer. You grabbed his hand and put it back against your side as you turned the dryer on yourself and put it on "tumble dry". The dryer rocked to life and the combination of the dryers movement and Dean's thrusts made you whimper once more. Dean's fingers delved down to your clit began to rub rapidly. Dean was close to cumming and he wanted you to cum with him.
"Cum for me, Daddy," you moaned into his ear, "cum in my wet pussy." Dean roared at your teasing before pressing his lips against yours. His tongue delved inside your mouth and wrestled with your tongue as his thrusts sped up. You could feel yourself about to come undone when, suddenly, your orgasm pulsated through you and your pussy clenched around Dean's cock. Dean broke the kiss to throw his head back and groaned in delight as his cock pulsated inside of you. His orgasm rocked through him as he emptied inside of you. Dean collapsed against your body as he slid out of you. Your combed your fingers through his hair as he laid against your breasts and breathed deeply. Dean kissed you before standing up and walking across the room to grab what looked like… a dildo. You gulped.
"Don't worry, baby," Dean whispered into your ear, "we're not done yet." Dean placed the dildo against your pussy and slowly pushed it inside of you.
"Dean, what are-" Dean placed his finger against your lips.
"Be a good girl for Daddy and show me how you play with yourself when I'm on a hunt." He smirked and walked away to grab a chair. Dean sat down in the chair, cock already beginning to harden once more, and grabbed his cock before nodding at you to begin.
