Laundry

I can hardly think straight, I'm so worried for Sina. I know I should warn her about what he's planning. But how could I do that without revealing what I've done? I'm too ashamed to admit that I let myself go with him. That I can hardly think of anything else but how his huge cock propels me to seventh heaven.

At least I can remove the stained bedding before Sina can ask questions about what happened in her room. When the laundry with the traces of my infidelity is in the machine, I breathe a sigh of relief.

I feel him before I hear him. Dirk's hand slides up my leg, pulling up the hem of my skirt. I exhale loudly as his fingers stroke the insides of my thighs. I know what he wants. And I can't help wanting it too. I lean forward, bracing myself on the washing machine, which vibrates under my palms as it spins faster and faster.

The laundry room is in the basement of the apartment building, open to all tenants. Anyone could come in and catch us at any moment. I would die of shame. The danger intensifies the tingling in my stomach. I feel the wetness soaking through my panties even before his fingers reach their destination.

“Come on, take me already,” I beg silently, “we have to finish quickly before someone comes and catches us.”

Finally, he touches me in the one place where my nerves have long since gone haywire. A tremor shoots through my abdomen. I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming.

“What is this?” His voice sounds stern, full of reproach. He tugged gruffly at the damp cotton.

Confused, I wonder what he's talking about.

“I said you always wear the underwear I give you,” he continues to scold me.

“But you didn't give me any today.”

“Exactly. So you shouldn't be wearing any.

Excuse me? I can hardly believe what he's asking of me. I'm not going to walk around half-naked.

I say aloud, “Then take them off now. Hurry up. Come on! I want to feel you inside me.” Hopefully this will finally get him to fuck me. There’s no other way to get rid of him. The sooner it’s over, the better. The fear that someone might see us here makes my pulse race.

A noise at the door.

Startled, I hiss, “Let me go. There's someone there.”

Dirk just laughs.

“Ah, just in time to help.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm.

Why am I not surprised to see Thomas' face appear in the doorway?

“Take off her panties.”

Thomas hurries to obey and exposes me to Dirk's eyes. But that's not all. More demands follow.

“Bring it to me later. And there,” Dirk points to the bag with Sina's dirty clothes, “take out all the underwear, panties and bras, and pack them in too.”

He simply assumes that Thomas will do what he says and ignores him.

He lifts me up and puts me on top of the running washing machine. I hear him unzip his fly. But that's not my biggest concern right now. What does he want with Sina's things?

I don't get a chance to dwell on it. Dirk pushes my legs apart and presses the tip of his cock against my swollen labia.

“No,” I beg. He just snorts and pushes his pelvis forward. Slowly. Inch by inch. Oh, sweet ****. I cry out. My body cramps, trying to stop the intruder.

“Wow. You feel so tight. Like a virgin.”

Is that a compliment or a threat?

He starts to move. He pulls back so that he almost slips out of me. And back in again. I moan loudly. The friction is so intense. Luckily, I'm so slippery that it doesn't hurt.

He settles into a slow, steady rhythm. He knows full well that I want to get it over with quickly because I'm afraid of getting caught. And that's exactly why he's not interested in speed. He strives for depth. With every thrust, he sinks in as far as he can go. Sweat covers my forehead. My body trembles. The machine vibrates beneath me. It feels as if he penetrates even deeper with every thrust.

His grip around my hips changes, he lifts me up, changes the angle. His thrusts suddenly reach spots that drive me crazy.

“Oh! Oh, God. Yes, just like that. Keep going.”

I wrap my legs around him, pull him toward me. Harder, even deeper.

Light. Flashes. The raw lamps on the ceilings of the basement seem to explode.

I arch my back. If I scream, I can’t hear myself anymore.

He rams into me one last time with all his might. Presses his pelvis against mine. My orgasm breaks his chains too. He can no longer hold back. He floods me. My vaginal muscles contract and milk every last drop out of him.

As I slowly come down from my endorphin high, it suddenly dawns on me how this came about. Thomas. Was he watching?