At the Laundry Mat

He pulled me up again, and pushed me back into the same position, bent over the counter. "Now if I play with you," he asked me, "You're not going to try to cum, are you? Not until I say so, right?" I promised I wouldn't, desperate to feel his touch again, trusting that he would eventually let me cum. He returned to kneeling between my legs, and he started licking me, sucking on my clit gently, then stroking his tongue along the opening of my now drenched pussy. He licked back up to my clit, then back down, this time passing my pussy and licking all the way back to my asshole. I let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure, having never had anyone touch, let alone lick my ass before. Back and forth he licked, over and over, and each time he hit my clit or asshole with his tongue my whole body shook with a jolt of pleasure. He worked diligently on my clit for a few moments, and eased his two fingers back into my pussy, which I immediately pushed back against, but not in an attempt to cum, as I knew that would only get me into trouble. Instead I just ground against them, enjoying the pressure on my gspot, while he licked and sucked my clit. I was surprised when suddenly I felt a pressure and a tickle against my asshole, and realized that he was stroking it with his finger tip.

"Nobody's ever - " I started to object, but he chose that moment to suck on my clit, hard, and I said no more. He continued licking and sucking, alternating between the two, while stroking in and out of my pussy with his two fingers. He slid a third finger into me, and I groaned, gripping the table, feeling stretched more than I ever had in my life. "You almost ready to cum, pretty girl?" he asked me, immediately flicking my clit with his tongue after speaking. Suddenly he started stroking my gspot harder, pressing his fingers against it and letting me grind on them hard, while licking my clit furiously. He grazed his teeth across it, and then sucked hard, and as my body filled with incredible pleasure he slowly pushed the finger from his other hand deep into my ass. I'd almost forgotten it was there, and suddenly feeling it sliding into me, into a place where nobody had ever touched, was almost more than I could bear. He pulled it out slowly, eliciting a whole new series of sensations, and causing me to whimper when it was gone. Then he slammed it back in hard, and suddenly he was fucking my ass with his finger while he sucked hard on my clit and stroked my gspot with the fingers of the other hand. I couldn't take it anymore and my body started to shake and tremble. "That's it, good girl," he coaxed, "it's time to cum now, all over my hand and my face...a nice hard cum..." and with that he bit and sucked on my clit even harder, seemed to push his fingers even deeper, and my whole body clenched. I could feel my pussy and ass clamping around his fingers, could feel myself flooding this guy with my juice, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life, and as I came down from it, I realized I was using the counter to support myself.

He stood, and bent over the counter next to me. He grinned at me, and I smiled back. Without warning, he pulled my face to his and kissed me, deep, our tongues colliding. I could taste my own cum on his lips and tongue, and although I had just had an incredible orgasm, I could feel myself responding to this kiss from this stranger, and already wanting more again. He had taken off his shirt at some point, and now he pulled me to him, my tits grazing his chest; I could feel his muscles against me. I arched back, pressing my hips to his, feeling his cock, still hard and huge, pressing against my pelvis, just a little above my pussy. "That was incredible," I whispered, looking up at him in awe.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said grinning, "But I hope you realize that we're not done...I haven't even given you what you wanted yet." With that, he turned me back around, and pressed me back down over the counter. He slapped my ass again, this time the other cheek, and held my back down with his hand while he repeated the spanking several times. "Can't have one cheek all red and sore and the other perfectly white," he said laughing a little, before spanking me again, causing me to whimper. "Don't even try to tell me you don't like this, girl," he said, his voice gruff again, like it had been earlier. "After every slap your ass jumps back towards my hand like it's craving another one, see?" And with that he whacked it again, and indeed, I felt my ass jump off the table, trying to push back into his hand. I blushed, embarrassed, causing him to laugh. "It's ok kid," he said, "to like pain. And I can tell you do...you liked me biting you, pinching your nipples, using my teeth on your clit..." his voice trailed off and I felt incredibly embarrassed. He came up close behind me, his dick pressing against my ass as he bent over me, conspiratorially. "It's good that you like it to hurt a little..." he said quietly in my ear, "Because I think we both know that when I fuck you, in a just minute, it's definitely going to hurt..." His voice trailed off and I felt a thrill run up my spine. He backed up a little, and spread my legs open wider, as he held me bent over the counter still. Instead of fucking me right then though, he spanked me again, right in the middle of my ass, making both of my cheeks throb and sting, making me buck against the table. He slapped me again and again, each time his hand seeming to make contact a little lower, until suddenly, one of his slaps struck me half on the ass, half on my pussy. It made me jump and yelp, even more so when he did it again. Each time his hand made contact with my pussy though, despite the sting, I could feel myself getting wetter and hornier. Without even realizing what I was doing, I was suddenly begging for his cock, spreading my legs wider to allow him more access to my pussy for each slap, willing to do anything that would get him to fuck me sooner.

And I was rewarded. The spanking stopped and he moved in closer, my legs still spread wide, and my ass presented to him as I stood bent over the counter. "Reach back and open yourself up for me, if you want me to fuck you good and hard," he ordered, and immediately I did as I was told, reaching back and pulling my pussy open for him. "Good girl," he said, as he slowly slid half of his cock into me. My eyes widened as I felt myself stretching, much wider than I had for his three fingers. I'd been preparing for it to hurt, but not like that. It was so tight, it hurt worse than the first time I'd ever had sex.

"Please go slow," I begged him, but he did just the opposite, pulling out and pushing half of his thick cock back in quickly.

"You never said anything about wanting it slow, honey," he said, as he pulled all the way out again and just teased the opening of my pussy with the head of his cock for a moment. He pushed in the head, making me stretch around the thickest part of the ridge, letting me adjust to it, then pulling it back out, making me stretch around it again. He did this over and over, sometimes slow, and sometimes fast, until slowly the pain started to dissipate as my pussy began to crave more than just the head. The next time he pushed the head in, I pushed back against him, making him give me just a little more. I caught him off guard and managed to get a couple of satisfying inches, but then he held back the rest. "I thought you wanted me to go slow now," he teased. "You're just never satisfied are you?" Before I could answer he pushed back into me, this time hard and fast, slamming his entire cock deep into my pussy.

"Fuck!" I screamed into my arm, muffling the sound as I felt myself being stretched in every direction around his massive pole. He leaned over and kissed my neck, sucking, as he'd done earlier. He kissed down to my shoulder, while he pulled slowly out, then bit hard as he slammed back in. The duel sensations of pain, tinged with pleasure made me incredibly wet again, and I couldn't help but push back against him, grinding into his thick cock. He reached around with one hand and started stroking my clit hard, while he continued to pull his cock all the way out and force it back in deep, but now I was pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, loving the feeling of being impaled with each stroke. With his free hand he grabbed my hair in his fist, forcing me to arch back with each thrust, especially when I tried to push my ass back to meet his stroke, making me take him even deeper still.

Suddenly he slid in deep all the way, and ground hard against me, and didn't pull away. He bent over me from behind like he'd done earlier. "You're loving that thick cock fucking you're cunt, aren't you?" he groaned against my ear. I nodded yes, grinding my ass back against him, craving more. "You ready to take it in that tight little ass of yours, girl?" he asked me, and I felt myself tighten around him in both excitement and terror. The only thing I'd ever had in my ass was his finger, and that was tight. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have his cock there, how badly it would hurt. On the other hand, having his finger there earlier had given me the most incredible orgasm of my life. "It doesn't really matter if you're ready or not," he said when I didn't answer him, as he slowly pulled away and withdrew his cock. "Because I'm ready, so you're going to take it."

With that being said, he pulled me away from the counter and turned me around. "I figure you must be getting sick of that position," he said laughing, "and although I know you said you wanted to be bent over and fucked hard, I think you'll like this just as much." He took my hand and brought me over to another counter, on the other side of the laundry mat, one that was slightly lower than the first. Immediately he picked me up and set me down onto it, so I was sitting on the edge. I couldn't help but notice that I was almost perfectly lined up with his cock at this height. "Now lay back," he ordered, and he guided me backwards firmly, until I was laying down, flat on my back. "Pull your legs up and hold onto them, otherwise I'll have to find something in your laundry to tie them up with, got it, girl?"

Obediently, I pulled my legs up, spread, and held my knees tightly, feeling incredibly exposed and open in the position. I could feel the cool air on my pussy and my asshole, and started to feel very nervous about taking his dick in my ass. Just as I was about to lower my legs and object, I felt his fingers running carefully over my pussy, stroking and teasing my clit, then slipping slowly into my pussy. I was surprised, since I'd been expecting something entirely different, but didn't complain when he started pumping in and out of my pussy with two fingers. At this angle he could finger me nice and deep, and he managed to hit my gspot with every stroke. In less than a minute I was groaning and writhing on the table, and could feel my wetness flooding my pussy, overflowing it and running between my ass cheeks. Suddenly I felt my pussy stretching again, and realized that he had quickly replaced his fingers with his cock once again, but at that moment it felt so good that I could barely remember how badly it had hurt earlier. I lifted my hips eagerly, pushing into his cock, silently begging for more, and at that exact moment, as he thrust in all the way, he also slid two fingers deep into my ass. By that time it was soaking wet from all of my juice, so his fingers went in relatively easily, surprising me as I could feel myself being stuffed even fuller than before. He fingered my ass for a few minutes while pounding my pussy with his dick, and ordered me to reach down and play with my own clit for him. "I want to see you play with that little clit of yours while I fuck you," he instructed, "I want to feel you clench around me each time your finger hits is." I was more than happy to oblige him, and did, stroking my clit slowly and enjoying the feeling of being fucked in both holes at the same time.

Without warning he pulled his cock from my pussy, leaving me feeling very empty. I let out a whimper, and a second later he pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me feeling emptier still. Before I could protest that though, I felt him quickly press the head of his cock against my ass and push, forcing me to open around the head of his cock. It hurt, a lot more than I expected, and I started begging him to stop, that it hurt too much, that I wasn't ready. "Just play with your clit, little girl, keep making that feel nice, because I'm going to fuck your ass, and you're gonna end up loving it," he said to me, as he pushed his cock a little deeper. I tried to obey his instructions, and focused on pleasuring my clit, but I couldn't ignore that my ass was stretching painfully wider and wider around his giant dick. As he pushed in a little deeper he slid one finger into my pussy and easily found my gspot yet again, stroking it slowly. This pleasure helped me to relax almost instantly, and made it easier for him to ease more of his cock into my tight ass.

He'd been inching in deeper and deeper, when suddenly I realized that although it didn't feel good yet, my ass didn't really hurt anymore. Each time he moved the sensation was intense, still stretched tight, but it was starting to tingle and feel a little better. Suddenly he leaned forward on me, and pulled me up a little, impaling my ass as he leaned in. I let out a groan of pain, but when I looked down and saw his cock, buried completely in my ass, the groan of pain turned to a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure. "You like seeing that big cock all the way up your tight little ass, girl?" he asked me, while he kept fingering me. I was stroking my clit hard now and grinding against his finger, which also made me press harder against his cock. I nodded, and he pulled himself out slowly, almost all the way out, until just the head was still partially inside. He watched me, while I watched his cock slowly slide all the way back inside my ass, inch by inch. The sight of it seemed to flip a switch in my head, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I suddenly wanted to feel him fuck me there.

I lay back flat again, and pulled my legs up higher, spreading them even wider. "Fuck my ass with that cock," I begged him, the first time I'd really specified what I wanted. "Please...pound my ass with it, like you did to my pussy earlier." He looked down at me as he started to pull out again and then slide back in, with a little more speed this time.

"And what about your little cunt, hmm? What should I do with that...?" he asked, and even as he questioned me he gave it a slap as he had earlier, only this time his hand made complete stinging contact with my pussy lips and my clit. I moaned and pushed up against him, against the hand he had spanked me with and against the cock he was using to fuck my ass.

"Spank it, fuck it with your fingers, anything, please..."I was begging loud now, bucking against him, "Just do it hard, make it hurt like before, make me cum hard because it feels so good and it hurts so bad, pleeeease..."

He smiled his devilish smile and slammed his cock into my ass, and just as he buried it completely to the hilt he slapped my pussy again, harder this time. The he stroked my clit hard as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, before slamming it back in and slapping my pussy again. He repeated this over and over, spanking my pussy hard as he fucked my ass, then stroking my clit as he pulled away. At some point my hand had fallen away from my clit, but when he stopped spanking me and told me to play with myself again, I obeyed. Then, as he fucked my ass hard, he slipped first two, then almost immediately three fingers deep into my pussy, finger fucking me in rhythm with his cock in my ass.

"You like being fucked in both holes, don't you, girl?" he asked, gazing down at me with that grin. "I bet you're imagining two big cocks right now aren't you, one in your wet little pussy, and another in that tight little ass..." His voice trailed off as he fucked me harder, and I stroked my clit hard, occasionally pinching it as he had done, intensifying the pleasure. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, when suddenly he managed to slide another finger deep into my pussy with the first three, stretching me out even more, making my pussy and ass feel tighter than I ever thought possible. All at once he pushed in deep with his cock and his fingers, forcing me to grind on both of them. I couldn't take anymore, with one final pinch of my clit I started cumming, tightening around his fingers and cock, and almost instantly I could feel his cock thicken and jerk deep in my ass, and I knew he was cumming deep inside my ass. That thought seemed to only make me cum harder, and my body shook and trembled on the counter, ground as tightly against him as I could possibly get. Even after he finished, and was slowly easing his cock out of my ass, I could feel little aftershock spasms jerking my body, making my pussy clench around his retreating fingers.

As I sat up I realized I was dizzy, and I grinned sheepishly as he helped me down from the counter. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and cleaned up, and when I came out, he went in. I switched my clothes into the dryer, and tried to wrap my head around what I had just done. My thoughts were broken by his voice when he returned from the bathroom.

"Feel better?" he asked me, smiling, and I couldn't help but laugh when I nodded.

"Yes, I think that was exactly what I needed," I smiled, a little embarrassed, but feeling genuinely better.

He walked over to the dryer where his clothes were and loaded them into a basket nearby. I couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been done for, while we'd been busy doing other activities.

"I should probably get going..." he said, his basket of clean laundry in his hand. He looked away for a minute, then back at me. "But, well, just so you know, I always do my laundry at this time on Friday nights...." For a brief second he looked unsure of himself, something that shocked me since he had taken such control earlier. "So, you know, maybe we'll see each other again." He grinned, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised...it's nice doing laundry at this time of night." I grinned back at him, and waved as he walked out the door. Then I grabbed my notepad from my bag and started writing down the encounter, wanting to share it. And even as I wrote about it, I could feel myself getting wet again as I relived the evening, and even wetter as I wondered at all the things that could happen next time.