Written By Shama

Tumble Dry

"John you didn't have to walk me over here," Natalie said as John set down their basket of clothes on one of the washers.

"Natalie it is 11:30 at night and this laundry mat is located in a dangerous neighborhood."

"Dangerous neighborhood John?" Natalie repeated skeptically. "There is a convent right around the corner."

"Yeah...well those Catholic nuns can get pretty nasty some times," John replied, giving her one of his sexy crooked grins.

Natalie laughed as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. "Well, while we wait for nuns gone wild you can help me separate the clothes."

John looked at her as though she had just spoken a foreign language. He watched as her delicate hands reached into the basket and began pulling out their clothes.

"Um...when you say separate do you mean separate the shirts from the pants or..." John trailed off.

"I mean we need to separate the white clothes from the bright and dark clothes," Natalie said slowly. She turned towards John who was frowning at the basket. "Um John? You've washed clothes before, haven't you?"

"Of course I've washed clothes before Natalie. It's just that all my clothes are black so I don't have to worry about separating anything."

Natalie shook her head in amusement. She bit her lip to prevent her from laughing as John pulled out her white thong with tiny red polka dots.

"Where would this go? I mean it's white but there are red dots on them," John asked her with a grin as her twirled her thong around his finger.

Natalie snatched the thong and stuck her tongue out at him. "They go in the white pile."

"Hmm," John said as he reached back into the basket and pulled out her light blue crotch-less panties. He felt himself harden as he remembered the night she wore them...he had come home from work late and found her lying on their bed, her legs spread wide open, her fingers pushing in and out of her sex.

"What about these? They aren't really bright." John knew he was being an ass but he loved watching her get all flushed. He waved them in front of her face and quickly pulled away as she reached for them.

"John," Natalie hissed nervously as she looked around. Thankfully their was no one else in the laundry mat, although she was slightly paranoid one of those nuns might come in to wash their habit.

"Okay, okay," John said as he put the panties in the white pile. Natalie let out a smile sigh and resumed separating the clothes.

John watched as she separated her pink satin baby doll from her blue peek-a-boo lace v-string. Each item of clothing reminded him of the times they had made love: there was the red lace bra that he sucked her hardened nipples through two weeks ago; the purple lace thong she had worn when she stripped for him in five nights ago; his black shirt she had ripped from his body two nights ago after sucking on his cock for 15 minutes and letting him cum all over her huge tits. His cock was now straining against his jeans painfully and he knew he had to have her now.

Natalie had just grabbed his shirt from the basket when she felt John move behind her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt John's thick cock pressing against her back, her breasts heaving in anticipation. She felt John's hands slide down her back, pausing to squeeze her ass. His left arm encircled her waist as his right hand moved in between her strong thighs.

"John! Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Natalie cried out in surprise. She tried to step away from him but his left arm kept her in place.

"I just wanted to make sure that the thong you're wearing isn't dirty too," John's husky voice teased her, his hand running up and down her upper thigh.

"I hate to disappoint you buddy but if you think this is going to have any effect on me you're wrong," Natalie replied. Her body betrayed her words though the second John's finger's brushed the fabric of her pink thong. The shirt slipped out of her grasp as her hands clutched the washing machine, her pussy getting wetter by the second.

John's forefinger rubbed Natalie's clit through the fabric of her thong. He smiled as he felt her wetness sweep through them.

"Uh oh," he whispered into her ear, his voice husky. "Seems that your thong is dirty. We should wash them too."

Natalie's head fell back as John pushed her thong down her curvaceous hips and down her legs, pooling at her ankles. She quickly stepped out of them a spread her legs wide. She let out a guttural moan as two of John's fingers ran up and down her wet slit.

"Tell me what you want baby," John said, kissing her exposed neck, his fingers teasing her sopping pussy. "Tell me what you want me to do Natalie."

Natalie could barley breath as John continued his sensuous torture. Her eyes were shut tightly as her body trembled with anticipation. She screamed out as John pinched her throbbing clit gently.

"Tell me Natalie," John demanded again.

"I want...I want you to finger fuck me!" she finally cried out. Her legs buckled as John plunged two of his fingers into her, fucking her in a furiously fast pace.

John began to nibble on Natalie's ear as his fingers pushed in and out of her. He felt her juices running down his fingers, making a squelching noise as his fingers thrust into her pussy. He began to push on her G-spot, pressing down on the bottom of her stomach at the same time. He knew from experience that she would cum in a matter of seconds from doing this. He felt her walls tighten around his fingers as he pushed inside of her deeper.

"Cum for me Natalie. I want to feel you cum on my fingers babe," John said as he added two more fingers into her, stretching her pussy out.

"AHHHHH! JOHN! OH GOD!" Natalie screamed as she thrashed against his hands. Her orgasm was intense and her body shook as John continued to thrust his fingers into her, waiting until she finally stopped cumming to remove them.

John pulled his fingers out of her slowly. She was breathing heavily, her ocean blue eyes staring at him intensely. She moaned as John began to suck her cum off of his fingers, giving her a devilish smile.

"I think your skirt got a little dirty too," he told her as he pulled her zipper down. Her gray skirt fell to the ground and John followed, kissing the curve of her spine as he got to his knees. He kissed each cheek of her round, supple ass and gave it a gentle slap as he spun her around.

Natalie ran her fingers through his hair as John began to kiss and lick her legs, moving up towards her wet pussy slowly. Natalie gazed down with love in her eyes as John tongue separated her folds. He began to lick all the juices his fingers had not caught, pausing to suck on her clit.

Her hands moved from his head up to the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off quickly and unclasped her bra, adding it to the pile of dirty clothes. Her hands began to fondle her tits, squeezing them together. Her fingers pinched her nipples and she sighed in pleasure as they hardened. Her hands moved back to John's head. As much as she was enjoying him sucking on her clit, she could see that he was about to blow his load in his boxers. She pulled on his hair gently so that he looked up at her.

"Stand up," she commanded him. She was breathing heavily, her cum running down her legs. Her eyes glazed over with desire when she saw the bulge in John's pants. "Take your clothes off quickly!"

John practically ripped his shirt off his body. His chiseled torso made Natalie moan with need. She began to run her hands up down his chest, kissing and nipping whenever she desired, as John removed his pants and boxers. He pulled Natalie closer to him, his cock pressing against her waist. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste her essence.

Natalie's hands moved down to stroke his thick shaft. She smiled inwardly as she felt his pre-cum dripping from his tip. She pulled away and gave John a salacious smile as she sank to her knees.

John watched as Natalie right hand gripped the base of his cock, her tongue licking the tip of his penis, lapping up his pre-cum. His eyes widened as Natalie opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire 9 and half inches of his cock down. He fought to keep his eyes open as Natalie's head bobbed up and down his dick. Her right hand continued it's grip on the base of his cock but her left hand began to fondle his cum filled balls.

With a popping noise, Natalie removed her suction on John's shaft and began to suck on John's balls. She knew John was close when his hands moved to her head. She licked John's balls and then the underside of his dick, releasing a guttural moan from him. She fed his cock back into her mouth and began to deep throat him. John started thrusting his hips forward, fucking her mouth recklessly. Natalie gagged a few times but continued to suck on his cock, waiting for her reward. She didn't have to wait long as John gripped the back of her head, holding her in place. He thrust in her mouth a few more times and then erupted in her mouth.

John's hot, salty cum hit the back of Natalie's throat and she swallowed it quickly so she wouldn't choke. She couldn't get it all and some of it dripped down on to her tits. John held Natalie's head to his cock until he finished cumming. When he was done Natalie pulled away reluctantly, pouting slightly.

John fell back against the row of washing machines, his breathing erratic. He looked down at Natalie through heavily lidded eyes and saw his cum glistening on her lips and tits. His cock gave a twitch and he felt himself begin to harden again.

Natalie stood up slowly and gave him a wicked grin. She closed the space between him and began to kiss his neck, loving the feel of his cock hardening against her body. She kissed his lips lightly and walked away from him, her hips swaying with every step.

John gripped his cock and began to stroke it as he watched Natalie jump up and lay herself across the row of drying machines. She raised her knees, her black high heels still on, and spread her legs open wide. Her right hand fondled her left breast as her left hand moved down her body.

John continued to stroke his cock and watched as Natalie plunged a finger into her core. She pulled it out slowly and brought it to her lips.

"John, I'm so wet," she moaned.

With those words John walked over to her, his cock thick and hard. He began to get on the machines but suddenly remembered something.

Natalie was confused when she saw John walk back to his pants. Her confusion grew when she saw him pull out change.

"Um...John. The clothes can wait. Your horny girlfriend needs you right now."

John grinned at her as he walked back. He fed the coins into two of the machines, the one that laid underneath her upper body and the one underneath her bottom. He turned them on and watched in amusement as Natalie's body began to shake.

"Just thought I'd add to the sensation," he teased. He got on the machines and opened Natalie legs wider. He laid his body down on top of hers and sighed in pleasure as he felt her breast press against his chest, her pink nipples puckered. He kissed her deeply and thrust his tongue into her mouth, moaning as he felt the vibrations from the machines run through her body.

Natalie's nerves were on overload. The vibrations from the machines were intense and feeling John's cock against her right hips was about to push her over the edge. She felt John's hand move down the curve of her body and in between her legs. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her wet slit, coating the tip with her juices. He pushed the engorged head into her and pulled out again. Natalie groaned in his mouth and pushed her hips up.

He pushed into her again and pulled out just as quickly. Natalie pulled away in frustration and looked into his eyes deeply, silently begging him to make love to her. John took her mouth again savagely as he thrust into her completely, pushing himself all the way to the hilt. Natalie screamed with pleasure in his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together.

John's cock was throbbing as he thrust into her pussy. His shaft felt slick with her juices, allowing him to fuck her deeply. His lips moved from her's to the nape of her neck, sucking and nipping the base of her shoulders. His hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her, his balls hitting her bottom with every thrust.

Natalie threw her head back in ecstacy as John fucked her passionately. His cock was throbbing inside of her, his engorged head pushing against her womb. Her hips began to thrust with him, pulling him deeper than he had every been before. She cried out when she felt his balls hit her ass, the vibrations from the dryer adding to her bliss. Her hands traveled down his strong back to his ass where she began to squeeze and knead the cheeks. She felt her walls tighten around his cock and knew she was about to cum.

"Fuck me John!" She cried out! "Fuck me hard!"

Her words brought out the animal in John. He pulled himself to his knees and lifted Natalie's legs into the air, resting them on his shoulder's. He watched as his cock pushed in and out of her pussy, harder, faster, and deeper. His cock had become a thickness he had never achieved before and he sighed in satisfaction as Natalie's pussy stretched to accommodate his size. His eyes looked up and he felt his balls tighten as he saw Natalie pulling on her nipples. Her walls clenched his shaft and John watched as Natalie reached her climax, head thrown back, mouth open, and body trembling. He thrust into her a couple of more times before he spilled inside of her, shooting load after load into her womb.

John collapsed on top of Natalie, his cock still inside. Their bodies were slick with sweat and shaking from their orgasms. After several minutes John lifted his head from Natalie's shoulder's and looked into her eyes. She smiled at him shyly as she pushed his damp hair away from his face.

"I should let you help me with the laundry all the time," she said with a blissful smile.

John gave her another sexy grin."Actually, I was thinking about us cleaning the apartment together. I think I could have a lot of fun with a feather duster."