A Woman Finished Doing Laundry

The clothes radiated with the heat of the dryer as they were grabbed in clumps and dumped into the waiting empty basket.

Wiping the sweat from her brow Clarie grabbed the basket and proceeded to leave the basement laundry room for the elevator lobby. Holding the door open for a man dragging two large baskets in on her way out.

Waiting for the elevator Clarie couldn’t help but feel something strange about her laundry. She always loved the warm embrace of a shirt just out of the dryer, but tonight the embrace felt strangely more enticing.

The idea of stripping down to wrap herself in the clothes having occurred as she pulled them from the infernal warmth of Dion’s corruptive merger with the building.

Clarie leaned against the elevator wall and sighed with exhaustion. Her head had been feeling hazy since she got in from work. She felt sorry for the super when she saw the flood start on her way in, since then it had felt like she was walking against a river current no matter what she did. A constant, drag flowing over her.

As the elevator neared her floor she felt a sudden lurch as the elevator suddenly stopped.

Clarie just dropped her jaw, gazing around at the imprinted walls she cursed under her breath, it stopped. She could not believe she was stuck in the elevator. Sure, they were crappy, they were old, they were prone to breaking down. But it was always someone else who got stuck in them.

She manically pressed floor buttons, the door open button, the door closed button.

She popped open the call cabinet and held the antiquated phone looking like it belonged to a rotary dialing base, or a pay phone to her ear.

It was dead.

She held down the alarm bell button.

But there was only silence.

The elevator was stuck, stalled by Dion’s growth having started to penetrate its shaft. Clarie was perfectly safe, the cab locked by emergency brakes between floors as Dion’s body fueled by the growing corruption of the units around him began to expand into other objects.

But he was also still learning how to absorb things, his former life gave him some basic information, the elevator system the most complex and foreign for him to assimilate yet.

Hence his choosing just one.

It had been an hour.

Clarie was tired of trying to yell, worn out, and feeling over heated.

Dumping out the strangely still warm from the dryer clothes on the floor Clarie slumped it together to at least have something comfortable to lay on.

Snuggling into the clothes they smelled so… Clarie couldn’t quite place it. They felt so warm and cozy, before long Clarie was rolling about feeling strangely calmed and at ease amongst the garments, while sweating and feeling uncomfortably warm in her attire.

Glancing around the elevator ceiling Clarie bit her lip as a tempting idea crossed her mind.

There was no security camera, no one to object, or tell.

Glancing around once more Clarie made her decision. Pulling her shirt up over her head and playfully tossing it she laid back in the clothes pile, basking in their comforting warmth even more as she felt it across her bare skin. After a few more moments she made up her mind.

Sitting upright she unclasped and slipped off her bra.

Laying back in the laundry pile she procrastinated the mundane act, basking in the clothes warmth against her skin as her hands slid across her naked breasts grabbing at the wardrobe to grope all over.

Biting her lip at the wonderful pleasure it prompted.

Basking in the laundry Clarie couldn’t’ help but spread it out and roll in it, the undissipating warmth failing to trigger any alarm as Clarie fully embraced its comfort forgetting about just what her situation was.

She lost all track of time, unaware of the demon that had corrupted the building electrical grid and plumbing. Soaking her clothes in its corruptive essence, radiating them with infernal corrupting heat, and currently trying to learn how to merge and run an elevator.

It had been two hours.

And touching her chest and rolling in the clothes was already insufficient.

The petite, slender brunette shimmied out of her jeans, happy to liberate herself from societal constraints as she basked in the warmth of the clothes, their scent increasingly causing her to reminisce of sexual encounters past, her pussy dripping as she refrained from touching it.

But not for much longer, or so she planned.

Fondling her B cups she felt some strange excitement as she questioned if they were really bigger, or simply always felt that way. Moaning in delight she pressed her nipples down into a warm hoody, her mind thinking about being naked beneath a rail bridge, her fingers spreading her pussy lips as she slowly lowered onto a cock.

As her fingers pressed into her she thought about that place, her friend’s tale of skipping class and giving in to the urge to have sex there.

Not twenty feet from a footpath.

Clarie thought about it, riding atop some hoodie-wearing Redbull Gangbanger, gazing over her shoulder invitingly to those walking by.

As she held her eyes closed thinking about it she thought of who just might walk by.

Milfs. Married couples who’d start to squabble. Teens intrigued by their first live sex display. A married man who argued with his wife, flipping her off before coming up to fuck her ass…

Clarie's eye shot wide open in climax at that last idea, arching off the floor she panted heavily for a moment before the hunger for the orgasm that evaded her started to pull her back in.

Clarie was excited by that idea, it was so taboo, exhibitionist, home wrecking. Not in a hundred years did she think she could do it, but that idea. It stuck and made her wonder some more.

Placing a hand on what had been a tank top she resumed toying with her clit and fingering herself once more. It was a sunny day in a park by a playground. The tight black tank top stretched to being see through as she watched parents arrive and unleash their kids in a playground.

Eyeing up the parents she slowly played with herself, thinking about the smiles she could give each parent in bed after a long day of child wrangling at Lion's Head Park. Eventually picking one parent from the crowd she took their hand.

“Can you watch their little one for a few minutes. I’ll make it worth your while.” The smile across the woman’s face gave the already taboo fantasy a new desire. Where Clarie originally thought about just fucking the daddy in some bushes, now she was laid out, being rammed into as she ate some other kids' mommy out.

Licking her lips, grinding her tits into the clothes on the floor Clarie gasped and moaned as she reached another climax. Her clenched hand releasing the garment as the other hand took hold of something new.

Clenching a bra Clarie rolled over on her back, eyes closed to see a blonde woman on her knees, breasts spilled over a bra ill-suited to their size. She bobbed aggressively on a 12" cock sucking with a need she had never known. A dildo buzzed between her legs as the door to the tiny viewing booth opened exposing the couple’s lewd acts.

Crawling forward to the new arrival the blonde pleaded. “Please Sir. Let me drink your cum please, I-I need it”

Spasming in climax at the thought of cum squirting across the secretary’s face Clarie paused to bask in the warmth of the clothes and breath heavily, growing more sexually ravenous as she considered how inappropriate it was to even think about fucking in an adult film booth. Never mind outside one.

Enjoying the fantasy each item of clothing seemed to inspire Clarie glared through the garments, trying to choose just what to grab next.

Placing a hand on a thong she gasped.

Behind closed eyes she was in a darkened club, the smooth cool touch of brass against her shoulder blade, the loud music and bright lights obscuring the eyes embracing her into their minds. Cheers and arms reaching up from the front row.

The short blonde-haired woman pressed against her forcing a kiss for just a moment. Both their naked bodies grinding against each other before the green-eyed beauty slowly slunk down Clarie’s body taunting the audience with her access.

Running her hands up and across the lowering blonde’s shoulder Clarie failed to notice the bronze-skinned beauty embracing her from behind. Turning to make out with the Brazilian woman Clarie found new perverse delights.

This wasn’t some private booth in a store intruded upon, this was blatantly public.

This was the stage of a strip club. A full audience gathered to watch her get naked, to want to feel her grind atop of them, to desire her. As two slutty strippers fondled her and ate her out. Soon her mind drifted to laying down on the stage, hands groping and grabbing her as she ate out the blonde, and the Brazilian queen nestled her tongue in Clarie’s snatch

Opening her eyes and crying out in yet another orgasm evading climax Clarie wondered just where her perverting mind could go next.

Pressing her face into a black office skirt Clarie spasmed once more.

She was laying back on a teacher’s desk, a student eating her out, she was tormented. Hungering for more of his cum, while he continued to deny her an orgasm.

"You don't get any more until you give me what I want." There was something about the student that had been driving her wild all afternoon.

"I'm all yours, body and soul Please, stop teasing me. I need to cum now ! I'm losing my mind " The words while not her own sent a shiver through Clarie, the perverse idea of giving herself up so wholly and completely an appetizing reality.

"Then give me everything. Your husband, your son, your soul " Suddenly she was at home sucking off the same guy, as her own son watched her excitedly.

Gasping and breathing unevenly Clarie rolled over relishing the sensation she just experienced of being spit-roasted, she half wished she had a son to try the taboo experience for herself.

Rolling over a couple times groaning in ecstasy Clarie stared at the far wall of the elevator, her gaze far beyond it as she mentally communed ever closer to the source of what was overcoming her.

Clarie was now in a room a glow in red, feeling herself masturbate with corrupted sex toys. She changed position to flaunt her perfect body on the bed, fully aware of the strong scent of sex in the air as she heard Mary come in with her boyfriend.

Clenching the old school kilt tighter Clarie hungered to immerse herself deeper in this torrid memory as she felt herself experience Lydia’s first incestuous kiss with her daughter.

Holding Mary’s head between her legs she thrilled as Mark gave her the same treatment with his cock, relishing the lust and animalistic pleasure as the Idol’s demonic energies changed its first people in centuries.

Going stiff in the experience of Lydia’s soul-shattering orgasm Clarie became resolute. When was her turn?

Sitting up she could now feel the demonic energies and presence of Dion all around her. She was ready for it. Chuckling between uneven breaths she smiled broadly casting the laundry away from her, pressing her body to the cold elevator floor before licking across it.

“Come on then. I’m ready for you.” Clarie panted dragging her hardened nipples on her now C cup breasts along the floor. “You’ve taken my mind, make me cum for the matching sets.”

The elevator lurched into service Clarie grinning broadly as she eagerly watched to see where it was taking her.

Eager to bring her deliverance to the Idol for others to share.