Synopsis: Miya needs her washing machine repaired and notices her neighbor Kurt might be able to help, so she asks. Hot fucking ensues.
Part 1 is [here](https://reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nfcoce/on_the_fine_art_of_washing_machine_repair_balcony/).
I do love feedback because it helps me write better, so good or bad, I’d be grateful for it! I’m particularly interested in framing consent as a normalized, very hot practice, so if I did that well here (or didn’t) please let me know.
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As I walk down the hallway, it’s dark, but light is streaming from the laundry closet, accentuating your pale white legs and that jean-short-doned ass sticking out into the hallway. I feel the pre-cum wet spot on my jeans getting wetter, stickier.
You’re angled forward, over the washing machine. You’ve started a cycle on the washing machine and it’s currently filling up with water. I notice again that you’re short – I like that – because you’re on tippy toes. I’m behind you now. I can’t help it: I’m breathing really heavily, admiring your ass from behind. Your shorts inch upwards even more and I can see your ass cheeks peeking through. I tilt my head trying to cop a look. I see the cute cheeks or your butt sticking out just below the fabric of your dress.
I’m really, really hard, as in hard enough my cock is pushing up towards my belt, and there’s a big pre-cum spot forming on my pants like it’s licking its way to escape my pants.
“It looks good back here, but I think you need to finish your job Mr. Kurt,” you say in a fake-actress voice. “I am so high and horny right now Kurt,” you say fake-real-needily.
“Good. Take off your shorts Miya,” I order.
“Yes sir,” you say, complying, reaching your hands down between your body and the washing machine to unzip your shorts. You wiggle them down a little bit, but you can’t get them all the way down without standing up, and apparently you want your ass bent to me.
“I need help, Mr. Kurt,” you say.
“Say please,” I say.
“Please, sir,” you beg. The ‘sir’ is new. I like it.
I step to you, you take an audible breath as I do, and I take both sides of your shorts and start to pull them down slowly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I order.
“Okay,” you say, your voice sounding very, very high, “I want you to take me. I want you to fill me up.This ass,” you wiggle in my face as I kneel to finish pulling your shorts off, “my ass belongs to you for the next few minutes. Use it however you like. I feel so open to you.” You lift one leg and then the other, your underwear in the shorts, and it’s just your pale, big thighs, and your big white ass. You’re exposed to me, wanton for me. I wonder if you’re like wondering what part of you I’m looking at. I wonder if you like feeling this vulnerable, ready, open. I think you do.
I like it all too. I’m breathing heavy. You must feel my hot breath on your ass. I’m admiring at the shape of your legs pushed together, rising into your big fat white ass. Your pussy is right there too, moist, glistening in the laundry room light. Your asshole is beautiful, spread out, moving a little with your breaths. I love how badly you want me, or want just to be fucked. How willing you are.
“Wow, Miya,” I heave, stepping a little out of character. What is even happening. I laugh a bit, it’s so overwhelming. I am so high right now.
You pick up the porn plot again. “You did a good job with the washing machine Mr. Kurt. But if I look closely, it’s still a little wet back here,” you say, and you put your whole upper weight on the washing machine, then put your hands on your ass checks and pull them apart, revealing even more of your wet pussy and pink tender asshole.
“Can you do something about that Mr. Kurt? Can you finish me? I mean finish it?” you ask.
I can. I can also smell you.I love it. It’s musky, a little pungent, thick.
I play along with the plumbing porno vibe. “It looks like,” I say, slowly moving my fingers to your wet pussy – you shudder a bit as my fingertips brush your swollen lips – “we need to just move some of this moisture around.”
And with that I stick a couple of fingers up your pussy. You respond with a big heave of a breath and a shudder, and then your whole body is covered in goosebumps. I start massaging your pussy juice upwards to your asshole. You’re so wet.
“Yes, I like that,” you say. “Don’t stop. I think it’s working Mr. Kurt.”
I don’t stop. I keep massaging. You’re like a never-ending fountain of pussy juices though, getting wetter the more I play with your pussy. I’m feeling all tingly, like the pussy juice is tea-tree oil or toothpaste and the tingles are moving down my fingers into my body. My cock is instinctively flexing every few seconds, of its own mind, anticipating being inside you.
I keep massaging your pussy juice. You keep moving your ass back and forth. The weed has put me in place where I can keep doing this indefinitely; I’m drawn to the pattern and rhythm of it all. But then there’s a part of me that’s thinking I need to step it up, so I slowly stand up, wiping my wet fingers on your ass as I stand.
“It feels ready, but I need to test it by shoving my cock in there, hard,” I say. I’m talking so ridiculously that I’m glad we’re both super stoned.
I step forward, into you, and you let some of your weight ease back into me, and put your hands on top of the washing machine. You must feel my cock through my jeans, it’s hard and straight like a thick rope, and you wiggle your ass so my cock is nestled right up in there. My right hand goes to your shoulder, and you feel my left hand go to my crotch and then you hear me unzipping my pants. I step back a little to fully unzip, undo my belt and pants (I’m surprised at myself for being able to do all this), and I pull my cock out of my pants. It’s hard as a fuck, and kind of flops out. This is looking very porny.
When I step forward again, my cock, which is pointing up to the ceiling, slides right into the wedge of your ass crack. You feel your pussy lips push against my balls, and you wiggle a little more backwards into me. My cock is super wet with precum, drenched with sticky viscosity, and my wetness coats your already wet ass crack, dripping downwards and mixing in with your pussy juice. My precum is profuse, viscous, thick. I can tell you love it. The washing machine rattles and you feel it nudge up against your increasingly sensitive nipples. You move your ass up and down against my cock. It’s even slicker now. My cock is moving up and down your ass like your crack is its own pussy, its so wet. It feels so good and so right. I instinctively grunt, pushing my crotch into you. You moan, surprised a little.
You feel me lean forward, see my hand grab the top of the washing machine controls, and then hear my voice in your ear, it must feel hot against your ear, “I’m going to take you Miya.”
“Ok,” you say. “Take me Kurt, fuck me hard. I’m yours to fucking take.”
I step back, and you feel the cold air against the slick crevice of your ass and your wet pussy. “I need your cock Kurt,” you moan, your face up against your arm as you lean forward. The position feels a little uncomfortable, square against the operating washing machine. You feel the rattle of the machine on your nipples and squirm a bit, trying to move your breasts against the metal. Then you breath in; you can feel my cock push against your pussy lips.
And then, again, maybe it’s the wanton lust in you, or the two beers, or the Horny Gelato from your ex, but you say “No, not not there. You’re the expert but you have it wrong. Your fingers go in that hole. I want your cock,” you reach for it from behind you, “up my asshole.” And you forcefully reach backward with your other hand and pull your ass apart. It’s an invitation.
“Fill me up Kurt. I need your big cock in my tight ass. Fuck me hard,” you tell me. “Fuck me like you promised. Do it good and hard Kurt. Do it,” you command.
And so I do. As directed, I stick two fingers slowly into your pussy. You moan, moving your ass backward to accommodate my fingers. There’s a squishy sound, your sticky pussy folds enveloping my fingers. Then with my other hand I aim my cock at your asshole. I let my cock head move up and down over your hole, prime it, get it wet with my slick precum.
“Say please,” I grunt. Not sure where that came from but it feels right. I like taking advantage of your horniness. The musk from your pussy is strong, like you’ve just put on your pussy juice as a perfume. I love it.
“Please sir,” you say. “Stop being slow. Just put your big hard cock in my tight ass and fuck me hard. I want it so bad.”
Ok. Message received. I stop messing around and I gently – I really don’t want to hurt you in a bad way, just really want to hurt you in a good way – I gently push my cock into your asshole, while moving my fingers in and out of your pussy. But it’s too slow for you.
“Don’t do that. Don’t be nice to me. Use my ass as a fuckhole. Take what you want. Just do it. I need you to fuck me hard, so you hear me?” you say forcefully.
I shove in. You gasp. It looks like it feels so good to filled up. I imagine your eyes open wide. Your ass is so tight around my cock. Sometimes I like pussy, well, I like pussy all the time; the way it folds and wraps around my cock, the wetness and juice, but right now? I love your ass. It feels so fucking right, and tight, like your ass is hugging me as much as it can. My precum is filling your hole, I feel it filling up the small space, and the wetness makes it easier for me to be faster.
“You like this don’t you, Miya? Tell me” I ask.
“Yes,” you say. “I like it so much. I’ve been wanting to be filled. Fill me up Kurt. Fill my ass with your cum. Stop talking and start fucking the fuck out of me. I really need this.”
I start going faster, my fingers in your pussy, and my cock in your ass. My other hand is on your shoulder, pulling you back. I’m almost at the same full speed I would be if I were fucking your pussy. I feel your asshole squeeze my cock like a handshake. You push one hand against the wall, steadying yourself, and with the other hand you grab for your tits, yank them out of the shirt, and start pulling and twisting your nipples.
It feels so good to fuck you, so right. I love hearing the slap of my body against your ass. Slap, slap, slap, set against the loud rattling of the old washing machine. I have an urge to spank your big fat pale ass, but I hold back – not sure whether the extra pain would be good or not. Maybe that’s for another fuck. For now I just keep fucking that big thick ass, my cock going in and out of your asshole, my hand wrapped around front of you with my fingers going in and out of your wet, wet pussy, like I’m a machine.
“Oh I’m close Kurt,” you say. You’re pushing your whole body needfully against my cock and fingers.
For a second I get lost in it all, the weed and beer taking over, and I’m in this amazing heightened state of bliss, like the only thing that matters is the feeling I’m feeling. It’s so nice.
Then suddenly my cock pops out of your ass. My body takes a second to catch up and like a horny animal I just keep going and I’m literally just humping your ass crack, your body.
“Shit,” I say, as my brain catches up.
“No no no,” you say, “put it back Kurt put it back. I need your cock in me. I really need this.”
You’re laying all your weight on the washing machine, which is in spin cycle now. Your boobs are compressed against your body and the machine, jiggling on the sides with the washing machine spins. You urgently move your hands to your pussy, where you tweak your clit as my fingers go in and out.
I was close to cumming as well, but I’m ready to get back at it, now more than ever. Call it accidental edging. I finger your asshole a little before going in again. “Oh yeah,” you say, and then I stick my cock head near your hole and push in just a little. It’s wet, ready, pre-cum-filled. I give just a little thrust, and apparently that’s all you needed; you start moaning, and I feel your asshole convulse around my cock. I take advantage of the orgasm to push in fully. “Ohhhh,” you say, surprised, sending you on a micro-second-wave of orgasm. I feel your whole body shudder, a pulse in your pussy on my fingers, and your ass tightens as you cum. “Fuuuuuucckkkkk,” you say, slowly, drawn out, still desperately maneuvering your ass against me, like you’re trying to milk it all for what it’s worth.
“That was so good Kurt,” you say. For some reason I imagine a Yelp review of my fucking. Great service, fixed the washing machine, fucked my ass: four stars.
As you’re coming down, resting a little, you’re paused for a second, and that’s when I feel my own cum coming to the top of my cock. I’m almost there, and though I don’t want to hurt you, I need to fuck you hard. You’ve told me enough times you want this, so I point forward and thrust hard into you, right up into your already open ass, my momentum and force tipping you and the washing machine just a bit.
“Oh my god,” you exclaim.
“You want this don’t you?” I manage to grunt out.
“Oh yes,” you affirm, loudly.
I push hard into you. You squeal a bit in pain, I’m guessing and hoping it’s good pain, and so I thrust one more time, feeling the top of your inner asshole. My cock pulses and explodes its warmness into your ass, throbbing as each stream pushes up into your ass hole, like blowing into an already full balloon. I feel the warmth of my cum spread in your ass, and put my hand on the top of the washing machine, and grunt and breathe.
I’m sitting there for a second, breathing, enjoying the feel of my cock up your tight hole.
The washing machine is still spinning.
“Fuck, Kurt,” you say.
I pull out slowly, holding your ass with my hands, and step back, and lean against the hallway I’m still breathing heavy, slower though. My cum is starting to drip slowly from your asshole down your pussy crevice, down your thighs.
But you’re not done. You turn around, your breasts are huge, nipples still hard as rocks, and you hop up on the running washing machine. “I like being your dirty naughty ass cum deposit,” you say, the words only kind of making sense. You slowly spread your legs open and I see your pussy in full. It’s beautiful, just slightly and tastefully hairy. You reach down and start jiggling your clit again, working some of my cum into your own juices, occasionally lifting your ass up to pull fluid from your ass into your pussy. You move your hand to your mouth for a second and take a taste. You play with your pussy, reaching up once to tweak your nipple. Your eyes are closed. You’re biting your lip, moaning hard as you touch yourself.
It’s been about 45 minutes so we first starting shared the joint, and we smoked for a solid 10-15 minutes, so the high feeling is just starting to crest. I am *out of it* – which means I am totally into the moment. I feel very present, like the only thing that matters is watching you touch yourself. A weird thing, new to me, happens: my cock is soft, it really hasn’t been that long since I came inside your ass, but it’s starting to twitch and get hard again.
Apparently you opened your eyes. “For real?” you ask, looking at my hardening cock in amazement. “That’s really nice.”
I’m as amazed as you are. It usually takes at least 30 minutes if not more to do something again, but I am ready to go.
“Jack if off,” you order. “Cum on me. Pretend like I’m your private little whore show”
I like how we’ve moved from one porn scenario, the repairman, to another, the girlfriend putting on a show. I’m into it.
I reach down and start jacking off my cock; it’s a bit dry so I spit into a hand and use that. At the same time, you’re jilling yourself off, your juices starting to drip down the washing machine as it wraps up its cycle and shuts down. Your eyes are bloodshot – mine feel dry too – we’re high as fuck.
“Isn’t this fucking great” you ask?
“Yeah,” I manage.
I just let it all take over and happen. I’m an overthinker most of the time, and while I’m not a frequent partaker of cannabis, I love the way it slows my brain down. I can be more in the moment. And that’s exactly where I am: just a guy on a Saturday night with no (important) plans other than jack and jill off his fucking hot horny neighbor. The only sounds are the squishy sounds of your finger in your pussy and my precum starting to gel and bubble with friction. I’m fully hard again, thrusting my pevis into my own hand.
It feels like an hour – maybe it’s two minutes who knows – but then after just a little bit of clit and nipple play you cum again. Your body shakes a little, your butt jiggles, your tits look beautiful as they jostle, some of my cum falls out of you and drips with your juice onto the floor. Your eyes are squeezed tightly shut. You moan.
It’s enough to set me off too.
“I’m cumming,” I announce.
“Oh fuck,” you say, “It’s so hot when guys announce their cum. Do it. Cum for me.”
“Ok,” I say, nodding frantically.
“Oh wait, cum onnnnnn me. Wait wait wait,” you say, “don’t touch yourself. Wait!” Your voice voice wavers a bit as you hop down off the washing machine and scramble over and kneel under my cock. You quickly take your shirt off, and you’re now completely naked. I obeyed, stopped, am breath heaving, and concentrating hard trying not to cum. My cock quivers instinctively, and a little bit of white semen in clear pre-cum oozes out of the tip of my cock. The way the droplet is sitting on the tip of my cock is hot, even to myself, and I have the weird feeling that I’d want to lick it, so imagine – hope – you do.
“Ok, wait,” you say, now that you’re directly under me, you do do what I hoped you do and lick that cum/pre-cum off my cock. “Ok,” you say, “go.”
I have quite the view: your eyes looking up at me, your hair cascading down onto your shoulders and shirt, you licking your lips like you’re about to devour me, then your tits hanging there with your erect nipples, and then your thighs squished together as you kneel, and above all that, my hard-again cock, waiting to spurt out. It’s something. I start jacking off again.
“You know I don’t really do this, like this,” you say, as I touch myself, and I’m not sure I’m not following, but that’s not surprising: I’m way high and too busy jacking off. “Like I don’t just get assfucked by guys that fix stuff in my apartment, and then kneel under them like I’m some kind of super slutty porn star. But I just feel reallllly slutty right now. And also,” you go on, the weed apparently causing a lot more conversation, which I don’t mind at all, “I haven’t had sex in fucking forever. This lock down sucked, and the sex I did have was terrible. This however,” you lick your lips, “is fucking hot as fuck. It’s like as hot as this one time….” you keep talking, describing a time you had sex in a dive bar bathroom during some show. You talking while I jack off is, for some reason that I don’t have the brainpower to identify, extremely hot to me, it’s extremely attractive in an even non-physical way, and for some reason just the sound of your voice as you kneel there, waiting for my cum, is making me more frantic to cum. I want to see me cum on you.
As I beat off hard, grunting, moaning, and you kneel waiting,I feel the cum rising in my balls. Like, I feel it feel it. I’m actually kind of amazed, like I’m watching myself outside of my body, amazed that I’m about to come this quickly again. I’m not really having an out-of-body experience, but my body does feel like it’s on automatic, like all someone had to do is put this fucking hot woman in front of me, and I’m ready to go as many times as she wants, as many times as I want, and my brain is just watching it all take place.
As I feel the cum rushing to the tip of my cock, I’m suddenly inspired “Suck it,” I order, and I move my cock towards your mouth. Your eyes get really big, and as I stick my cock inside your mouth, I hear a muffled “yes” and a moan, and I cum inside your mouth as I put my hands in your hair and push your head forward. I’m reminded of the shotgun kiss we had.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I say – yelling, actually – out loud.
You’re licking my cock as it convulses. It then starts softening very quickly. Normally, after I cum, my penis gets extremely sensitive, and I don’t like it being touched, but in this moment, I’m loving the way you are using your tongue to move my cock around your mouth as it softens. My cock pulses once more, and I feel another bit of cum issue into your mouth.
“Holy shit,” I say, leaning back to the wall as you keep massaging my dick with your mouth, running your tongue up and down my frenulum.
Finally, you pull your mouth back, and my cock pops up, quickly flaccid. You smile, swallow as you stand up, cringe a bit with the taste (“I’ve never done that before,” you mumble), and stand there looking at me as I get my breath back.
“That was hot,” you say.
“It was,” I agree.
Then there’s this moment from when I say that to what you say what you say next, and it’s a weird, long, stoned moment.I think, “hey I could Miya’s boyfriend, as long as she wants me, and we could get along really well, clearly, and have a ton of fucking incredible sex,” and there’s this flash where I think about it all as an actual possibility. Like, it could really happen. This little fantasy or prophecy or vision or random stoned-head dream disappears when you talk again and I’m back on earth. But the vision is there somewhere in the back of my head, filed away.
“You know. I think I could probably dig up enough weed for another joint if you want. We could smoke, order some pizza, watch some dumb netflix. And then you fuck my brains out in bed.”
“Ok,” I smile. That sounds really nice.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nfcq13/on_the_fine_art_of_washing_machine_repair_balcony