Laundry Room Fuck

by Slutty Texas Btm

3 Jul 2017 7190 readers Score 8.7 (92 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


For a little while, I worked in a bar. This was before I had my own business and I had lost my job. I was waiting tables at lunch, selling vintage clothes in the afternoons and working the door at the bar a few nights a week to make ends meet. Needless to say my schedule was anything but normal so I was finding times to do my chores when I could and sometimes that was after I got off at the bar. I was living in an apartment not far from the bars in Oak Lawn so I would walk to work and back if I didn’t have a ride or had picked up a trick. Anyway, my laundry was getting out of hand as I was sleeping every chance I got but it had gotten to the point of picking out my cleanest dirty shirt and I was disgusted with myself, so that night was the night to get it done. It was nearly 3am when I got home and I had already sorted everything out and had it all stacked by the front door so all I needed to do was walk in, grab the basket and head down to the complex laundry room. As I’m lugging all this to the laundry I spot someone wondering around by the pool. It was dark and I couldn’t really see his face but I didn’t think I knew who it was. The first thing that crossed my mind was,”Fuck, I’m gonna get mugged” I had been mugged a year before at gun point so I was always on guard, but this guy just said hi and kept going. Not bad, I’m thinking. He’s about my age or a little younger, slim build, short dark hair and rather short too, dressed in tight fitting jeans and a muscle shirt so I got a good look at his tight muscled arms. He smiled and said “hi” and I did the same and turned and walked into the laundry. I started getting my stuff started and I see him walk past the door and look at me. It was about that time I notice, no laundry soap, it's still by my front door so back I go to get it. I rush back up stairs and head back and when I walked back in he is standing there. I stop short and grip that box of soap incase I need to hit him with it. 

Sensing my stress and the look on my face he said, 

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I saw you run out and thought I’d watch your stuff for you. I was just hanging out, couldn’t sleep, getting some air and looking around” 

I relaxed and walked in and introduced myself. He said he was staying with a friend and his name was Jay. This guy was a talker and even though I was beat, I chatted back. I was off on his age now that I saw him in the bright light, he was a lot younger than me, more like 19 or 20 and I was nearly 30 at the time. His tight little body on full display even fully dressed, I can see he's fucking hot.

“Do you always do your laundry at 3 in the morning and all dressed up?” I was in a starched western shirt and starched Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots, 

“I worked at the Round Up, I just got off” The Round Up Saloon is a gay country bar here in Dallas and I dressed  like that for work and besides that my ass looked great in Wranglers.

“That explains the outfit” he laughed, “Looks good on you”

“Thanks, I didn’t stop to change before I came down, I wanted to get this started” 

I hadn’t planned on some Chatty Kathy but he was cute and it help keep me awake. Jay is leaning against a washer as he’s talking and I wasn’t really paying attention but as I’m finishing up I look over at him and he’s staring at my ass in my tight fitting jeans. Like I said, Wrangles make your ass look great. If you don’t have one, Wranglers make you look like you do and if you're like me with a round high setting ass and a small waist, they are killer and he was noticing. I glance down and he is fingering his obvious hard cock in his snug fitting jeans and all of a sudden, I’m not as tired as I was a few seconds ago. A hard cock always has that affect on me. Maybe it was his small frame and stature but he looked like he was packing something big. 

“Want so help with that?” I walk over and put my hand on his bulging crotch and give him a squeeze. Something about a little guy with a big cock. I tug on the buttons of his 501’s and slide my hand in and pull out a hefty hard cock. I was right, the kid was packing. I’m towering over him by at least 7 inches but his cock has me out paced in both length and girth. This is going to be fun. This cute little thing with a big dick is probably a bottom but I’ll at least suck him off. Little guys always see my tall stature and think ”TOP” but if you have been reading my stories so far you know that would be wrong. I’m a total bottom, I love cock up my ass, I have convinced many a hung bottom into fucking me and the only thing top about me is that I like to sit on top of a hard cock. I mean, I see a big hard cock and I think to myself, “Sofa, a great place to sit” I pull his jeans down to his thighs and kneel down and swallow that cock. I’m slurping his heavy cock like it's the best thing I’ve ever eaten and he has my head in his hands, fucking my face like mad. 

“Can I fuck you?” He said as he’s ramming my face full of cock. I pull off and start undoing my jeans and pulling them down. We trade places and I lean over the washer and pull my ass apart for him. He gets behind me and spits in my ass as slips his finger in to open me up a little. He’s so turned on and he starts pushing his fat cock into my hungry ass. I love a spit fuck. I have to squat down a little because I’m so mush taller than him but that cock was going up my ass one way or another. 

“You like my big cock up your man pussy, don’t you? I knew when I first saw you in the courtyard, I’d be fucking you soon.” He was really jack hammering his raw cock in me and every now and again he would yank it out, slap my ass and ram it back in. I love the penetration best so I’m getting of on this. 

“Dude, I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna fill your slutty cunt full of my man cream” 

“Do it, pump me full. Don’t pull out. Fill me up, I need it.”

And fill me he did, one hard sam and I felt that fat cock swell and explode in me. I love it when they breed my ass like that.  He kinda slumped on my back as his load was spilling in me and breathing hard. He slowly got his wind back and slid his fat cock out of me. A glob of his cum came out with his cock and fell on the inside of my jeans.

“Thanks, I needed that. You gotta great ass”

“Hell, you gotta great cock! How long you staying with your friend? I’d love to do this again. I’m in 202 above the managers office if you feel the need to fuck again”

“I should be here another week or so until I get settled. Can I have your number?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to be your fuck hole anytime you want”

We hooked up several times over the next two weeks and a few times after that. He told me he liked fucking taller guys and I was glad to let him.

by Slutty Texas Btm

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