It seemed as if everyone on my job was there just to annoy me. A good thing it was Friday.

By the time I got home from work, I was completely stressed out. There was no way I could do anything for the rest of the night.

I was walking through my apartment when I almost tripped over the huge pile of laundry that for days had been working its way from the corner to the middle of the room. All I wanted to do was have a drink and not deal with anyone or anything, but the idea of not having any clean clothes did not appeal to me either. Ticked off at how I was ending my day, I began stuffing the clothes into a laundry bag. I threw the bag in my shopping cart, grabbed my keys, and slammed the door on my way out.

The rumble of the dryers greeted me as I entered the laundry room. I loaded my stuff into a washer, inserted my quarters, poured in my detergent. As I stood back to watch my clothes spin, I took in the rest of the tenants. I was fairly new to the building. Two old ladies stood chatting by the benches. A middle-aged woman who looked as if life had not been fair to her stared blankly at a rumbling dryer.

When I turned back to focus on my sloshing laundry, I noticed a dark-haired man in the corner. I tried to get a better look at him, and was startled when he turned in my direction. I quickly turned back to my washer, not wanting to give myself away. Suddenly I felt shy, which is not normal for me. But I liked the anxious feeling I got when I looked at him, as if I were already thinking of doing something bad.

It wasn’t long before the other three women finished their laundry. That left Tall, Dark, and Handsome and me alone in the laundry room. As I bent over to load my clothes into the dryer, I felt someone approach from behind. I let out a yelp, surprised by the closeness of another person. I turned my head and saw the sexy dark-haired man giving me a seductive smile. Something deep inside kept me right where I was. In fact, I couldn’t believe it myself when I pushed back against his hard body.

He bent me over so that I was leaning on my wet clothes inside the drier. As he slipped off my panties, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I reached back to lower his zipper and pull out his cock. It was long and hard, just the way I like it.

Not being able to restrain myself, I turned and got down on my knees. I took his cock into my mouth, vigorously licked his long shaft, and sucked the pre-come as it oozed from the tip. As much as I wanted to have him in my mouth, my pussy was crying out for cock. I flipped back around so that he could take in my luscious ass. He primed his cock with one hand as he finger-fucked me with the other. My pussy swelled and throbbed with anticipation.

As he slipped his cock into my slot, I screamed out. I hadn’t had a cock his size in a while, but I wanted more. He pumped in and out as my juices flowed down my thighs. I reached back to cup his balls, all the while loving how he plunged his hardness into me. My body was on fire. I started teasing my clit, making myself shiver all over. The feeling was too much, and my body exploded.

I felt limp, but my mysterious man was not done with me. He removed his cock from my pussy and inserted it into my starfish. My body throbbed with delight as he started rocking in and out of my secret hole. I couldn’t get enough. Dirty thoughts filled my mind. I imagined taking cocks left and right.

His thrusts became more vigorous. He was pounding into me and I was moaning with pleasure. Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he set my body on fire as his love poured into me. It felt as if hot lava were filling my love cave. He finished with a final burst and let his cock linger inside me for a moment. As he slipped out, I could feel his come leaking out with it.

I rose from my bent-over position and tried to catch my breath. I was trying to think of what I should say to the guy who’d just fucked me. As it turned out, words were not necessary. He gave me a quick smile, zipped up his fly, grabbed his laundry, and was gone. Had I been in a different mood, I might have thought that was rude. But considering how I now felt, I couldn’t help but smile. I will never again not look forward to doing my laundry.