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“Hey... Buff?” Buffy looked up from where she was cleaning the counter, what seemed the hundredth time she’d done it. The damp cloth in her hand was quickly drying and she would need to re-wet it again. And that would mean going back to the locker room where the large sink was. Where he was. From where he had called her. “Yeah?” she called timidly. It was early morning and it had been her turn to open the restaurant and get everything ready to go. That’s what comes with working at the same place for as many months as she had. But to her surprise, Angel had already been there, rummaging around the locker room and moving in and out of the kitchen, as if assessing his new office space. She had wondered how he’d actually gotten in, but didn’t ask and he didn’t offer the information. “Can you come back here for a sec? I’m having trouble with something...” Buffy sucked in a deep breath, as if in preparation. What could he need help with? What could possibly be so damn complicated that he needed her help with? A strong feeling - more of an urge - ran through her, making her want to run away. What the hell was happening with her? What had he done to her? What was he doing to her? Staring down at the ugly counter top, she vividly remembered the images of last night, when he had lifted her up and ravaged her completely. She had never felt so completely satisfied as she came... the feelings he evoked when he was deep inside her were mind-blowing and a small part of her was determined not to lose that. Not to lose that feeling of closeness one could only feel with a stranger. “Coming!” Angel smirked at her use of words. He stood in the very back of the restaurant, near the emergency exit where the washing machine and dryer were. He had his clean uniform in hand but Buffy didn’t need to know that little tidbit. Where would the fun be in all this if she knew that? Angel felt his dick harden instantly at the sound of her moving around, coming closer to where he was standing. Flashes of what had happened the night before flew through his mind and it was all he could do to not seek rather than just stand there and wait for her to come to him. And the tight jeans he was wearing weren’t helping. He could feel his cock bulging and the pants were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. But his mind was almost instantly swept away when she came into view. She was wearing her customary uniform and a brown skirt. He smiled inwardly. Good girl. Buffy could literally feel his leer as she came closer to him. She forced an annoyed/professional mask onto her face. “What do you need help with, Angel?” Her voice was like having the most talented of tongues sucking on his cock and he smirked at her. He turned towards the washer, fully aware of her awareness of his bulging pants. “I don’t remember how to use the washer.” Buffy lifted an eyebrow. “It’s a washer. Probably like the one you have at home.” Angel grinned teasingly. “Yeah, well, mine’s old, so they’re different. Could you show me?” “Why do you need the washer? Your uniform is clean.” Angel shrugged. “Never know where it’s been. Plus, I like to be clean.” Buffy narrowed his eyes at his comment. The way the words rolled of his tongue... it was as if he was making everything he said a seduction. It gave her chills of anticipation rather than disgust. Swallowing, she stepped forward and leaned over to reach the large dial. “First, you need to-“ Buffy’s words were cut off as he suddenly appeared behind her, pushing his chest into her back as he leaned forward as well. Buffy gasped at the feeling of his large cock pushing into her behind. Closing her eyes, she immediately swayed backwards in an attempt to get further contact where she wanted it more. But Angel had other plans. “And?” Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she blinked a few times. “And...” Her eyes fluttered as his hands moved to cradle her hips before moving up her sides, the long digits caressing her through the cheap cotton she wore. A strangled moan escaped her mouth as his fingertips barely grazed the undersides of her breasts. “Buffy? I still need to know how to use the washer...” “Yes, the washer,” Buffy said, her voice heavy with the sudden attack of lust as she forced herself to focus on the large dial... such a large piece of plastic. But not as big as the warm, delicious... “Buffy?” “First,” Buffy said loudly, “you need to push it in.” She pushed the button in just as Angel thrust against her. Buffy moaned again, spreading her legs further in an attempt to invite. “Then you pour the detergent in...” “Done it already,” Angel whispered into her ear, his cool breath warming her skin. “And then... you need to turn the knob to what you want.” She moved the button in a circle, her arm heavy with the exertion. The only thing she wanted to be doing was wrapping it around his neck as he fucked her into the wall... “Mmmhmmm...” he murmured into her neck, his lips centimeters away from touching her skin. She gasped as his tongue darted out to taste her. “And then you pull.” Angel spun her around as she pulled the button, pushing her against the white washer as he moved to kiss her. Buffy eagerly complied, standing up taller to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She felt his fingers biting into her hips and she lifted a leg, wrapping it around him until she was cradling his ass. “Angel,” she gasped as his lips moved to her neck, his tongue darting. She moaned loudly as he lifted her up. The sound of the water rushing into large washer was deafening in her ears, as was her heartbeat as he forced himself between her legs, pulling her to the edge. No words were spoken as he pushed her skirt upwards, giving him sight to one of the smallest thongs he had ever seen. There was no need to rip off any panties this time. Buffy watched as he watched his hand move away the tiny strap that was called underwear to reveal her pink pussy. Smiling slightly at his exploration, she gasped as his finger moved up her cleft, pushing past her vaginal lips. Buffy felt her hips jerk as he grazed her clit. Buffy felt the jerk in the washer as it finally began to clean whatever was in there, which she suspected was nothing. She didn’t remember him placing his uniform in there... Moaning loudly, she threw her head back as the tiny vibrations from the machine filtered through her body, moving directly towards her core. Angel smirked at her actions. If she thought that was nice... Buffy heard him unzipping his pants and opened her eyes in time to see him thrust into her. She cried out his name once more as he pulled her to the edge of the washer, filling her fully. Lifting her legs to wrap around his hips, she used them to assist his hard thrusts, her cries slowly getting louder and louder. Angel grunted, leaning forward, his eyes closed tightly. The sensation of having her tightness squeezing him as wonderfully as it was was fantastic and he knew that it would merely be a short few minutes before he would be shooting his seed into her. Reaching around her, her found the large button that Buffy had been using to help assist her mini-tutorial. He wasn’t a moron and he knew Buffy knew that. He knew how to use a washer. Twisting the small knob, he felt the washer instantly respond as it began to drain all the water in the large basin and spin as it sucked the excess water out. Buffy’s eyes flew open as she released a loud cry, her eyes closing as the shaking washer shook them both. Angel cried out with her as she thrust into him. She felt his nails digging into her waist while his other hand held him up, providing him with leverage. “Oh, God,” Buffy cried, clenching her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. A few short moments later, she squealed, “I’m coming! Oh, god, I’m coming! Yes! Angel! Yes, yes! Oh... God!” Angel felt his entire body tense as he finally let go, shooting his seed deep into her body. Buffy stilled for a moment as she finally fell into the precipice of intense pleasure she had only ever felt with this one man. Groaning loudly, she felt him fall against her as the washer shook beneath them, still spinning violently. She felt another orgasm approach quickly and she thrust up wildly before falling over once more, keening her pleasure as she arched into him. Buffy reached two more peaks before Angel fell back, taking her with him. Digging her nails into his shoulders, they laid against the floor, Buffy resting on top of him, drowsy and both surprisingly comfortable within each other’s arms. Several minutes later, the washer finally stilled and Buffy lifted her head, propping her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “You lied,” she said matter-of-factly. “You said you didn’t know how to use a washer.” Angel chuckled. Thrusting up against her, he smiled as she closed her eyes, her juices running rampant. “I don’t see you complaining.” Fin l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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