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It was Friday night and Buffy Summers loved Friday nights. Why you ask, well because it was laundry night! I know your shaking your head; your thinking this girl must be crazy to be happy about laundry night! But Buffy had a good reason to be happy. It was three weeks ago tonight that she had her first encounter with a God. It started out as any ordinary Friday night; she piled all her dirty clothes in her car and drove to the laundry mat at 3AM in the morning. Why 3AM in the morning, well she waitresses at the restaurant up the block and it was the time she got home. Since she had to work tomorrow as well, this was the only time that she got to do her laundry. So there she was in the laundry mat at 3AM on a Friday night when in walked the most scrumptious man on the face of the planet. She sat there on the sorting table watching him walk in. No he didn’t walk, he sauntered into the room as if he was an Immortal God walking the earth for a harem. Pure sex radiated off of his sinfully wicked body and Buffy watched with avid eyes at the play of muscles that moved with every step he took. From the bottom of his tight form fitting jeans all the way up to the hard sculpted chest encased in a black t-shirt her only thought was she would be in his harem, she would happily be his fuck toy. She shifted uncomfortably on the table, she was wearing no panties (well it was laundry night!) and she could feel her self getting wet. The moisture gathering between her legs slowly started to drip down her thighs. She watched him silently begging him to look her way. When he finally did she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. Those eyes, those deep soul searching ‘I’m going to fuck you’ eyes, stared back at her green ‘take me please’ eyes and she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips. She watched as those eyes followed her tongue across her lips and then trailed lower down to her breasts. She’d swear later that with just a look from those eyes her nipples hardened so quickly and so tightly, that she gasped out loud. There was no permission needed as he walked closer and stepped up between her legs. He said one word and one word only “Hey” luckily for him Buffy wasn’t much for conversation. She didn’t want conversation from a stranger in a laundry mat on a Friday night. She wanted only one thing from this stud muffin and she was going to get it. She tiled her head and shifted her shoulders making her loose sundress strap slip off her shoulder, revealing the tops of her breasts. She lifted her leg and uncrossed them giving him a small peak of tan thigh. “Hey” She lifted her hands to his head and grabbed him bringing his mouth down to hers. Their tongues met in the middle petting each other, each sighing at the taste of the other. He put his hands on her thighs and slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist. Her hands wandered down to his crotch and cupped his hard length. She moaned with him, at the feeling of how big he was and how good he was going to feel inside of her. She slipped her hands inside of his jeans and cupped him, mmmm….commando, well it was laundry night! His finger grazed her heated cored, rocking back and forth over her swollen lips. She was so wet all she could think about was get fucked her hard and fast. With his hands on her hips he lifted her and pulled her close, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on his he moved backwards, turned around and placed her on top of a running dryer. She gasped the heat from the dryer running burning her bare ass but she didn’t feel it. All she felt was his fingers now pumping into her heat in and out, in and out, faster and harder. “Oh yesss…please…more...” He pulled her strap lower revealing a hard nipple. He lowered his head and took it into his mouth sucking hard rolling the tip around his tongue. Her fingers played with his hair pushing him further in to her breasts. Abruptly his fingers stopped and were pulled from her heat only to be replaced by his big hard cock that probed her entrance. He waited for her acceptance. What he got instead was her hands on his hips pushing him inside her, his whole long length easily slipping inside her wetness. He moved ruthlessly pumping hard inside and out and she loved every minute. It didn’t last long, the dryer shifted to spin cycle and with the vibrations the dryer made on her ass and the incredible feeling of his powerful thrusts; within minutes she came so hard she blacked out for a second. When she came through she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her knowingly and zipping up his jeans. He pulled her dress back up and covered her breast fleetingly touching her nipple as he did. He pulled her dress back down covering her sex. He lifted his hand to her face and gently caressed her check. He lowered his mouth and his lips touched hers gently, appreciatively, and he said, “See you next week.” He then turned around grabbed his bag and walked out. That was three weeks ago and since then Buffy looked forward to laundry night every day of the week. Names were never given; words were never spoken except for the occasional dirty talk whispered by two people happily doing their laundry on a Friday night. The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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