She Said She Needed So[m]eone To [F]uck Her, Right Away

A few months ago, I piled high two baskets of dirty clothes and carefully stepped down the icy back stairs that lead to my building’s laundry room. It’s a thoroughly annoying chore, and in the winter a precarious one due to the occasional ice-slip that leaves your rear end aching for days. I was already having a pretty shitty day after learning that the project I had been working on for weeks was going to be totally scrapped, so when I arrived at the laundry room and saw a girl who was just about to fill up both washers with clothes, I really couldn’t contain my disappointment.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. But it wasn’t quiet enough. The girl heard me.

“Sorry,” she said. "I’ll take them out as soon as they’re done."

She seemed to be a few years younger than me, in her mid 20s. She had a sweet, round face. I think people call it a "moon face,” which makes sense not just because it’s so round, but because its gravity draws you in. It immediately changed my mood from irritable to calm. She also had blonde hair, very blonde hair. The kind of blonde where it’s so deeply ingrained you swear she must have been badly electrocuted at some point.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” I said, trying to soften my disposition. “I’ll just come back then.”

“Come back in 40 minutes and you can put them in."

“OK, great, cool.” I said.

Despite the weather, she was wearing a pair of boy’s basketball shorts. Laundry day, go figure. She filled them out quite easily, as she was on the thicker side. Normally I don’t find such lofty curves all that attractive, but I felt myself strangely compelled by them. I immediately wondered what my cock would look like sliding in and out of her from behind.

Surprised by the thought, I wanted to linger, but I wasn’t sure what else to say without it seeming forced. I started to poke at my phone, as though I had to check some important message before I went back up stairs, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Defeated, I smiled, nodded and said I’d see her in 40 minutes.

I set a timer to be sure. When I arrived back in the laundry room, I found her pulling her wet clothes out of the second washer and I started to put my dirty clothes into the first washer. I noticed, however, that her soft, gentle expression had changed from earlier. She seemed agitated, annoyed. Naturally, I thought she was annoyed at me. This, of course, isn’t a rational thought, but instinctively I assume the worst.

When she was finished starting the driers, she opened the door to leave and a cold gust of air let itself in. She paused, sighed, and shut the door.

“Are you single?” she asked. Taken aback. I stuttered before admitting that I was.

“Do you like women?”

“Um."

“You’re not gay or anything."

“No… No, I like women.”

She started to look me up and down, like she was noticing and judging me for the first time. Normally I would have thought she was coming onto me, but her attitude was so decidedly stern, so, almost, disapproving, that I had no idea what insidious thing she was after. But soon her eyes darted away in shame. She looked at the ground and a worried expression overtook her face.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” she said.

“No, it’s fine” I said, reassuring, “what is it?” I felt my cock slightly stiffen.

“I need…” she paused, cringing as the words came out. “I need someone to fuck me.”

As soon as I heard those words, my cock raised to full mast. She continued to explain that during those 40 minutes, she learned that her ex-boyfriend was seeing someone new, which predictably had provoked her anxiety. Normally she takes Klonopin for her anxiety, but she was completely out, with little hope of getting any for the next two days. But, she continued, there was one thing that almost always worked, an intense deep fucking.

“Would you mind?” she asked, still embarrassed, as if she wanted me to get something from a high shelf or open a jar of pickles.

I pretended for a few brief seconds to be uncertain, but I assure you my mind was made up immediately.

I finished getting my loads in the washer, and she led me upstairs, through the cold, bellowing wind to her apartment on the 2nd floor.

We sat on her couch and small talked for a few minutes. She seemed nervous, which made me nervous. I started to think that maybe this wasn’t going to happen, which of course would have been fine, when she lunged at me.

She clasped my face in her hands and started high-pressure kissing me. She mouthed my entire face, like she had been wandering in the desert and my face was an oasis. I pulled her back and took control. I started rubbing her pussy through the outside of her shorts, and she started rapidly bucking her hips.

“I need your fucking cock inside me, I need it now,” she said.

“You don’t want to go slow?"

She grabbed my cock through my jeans. “No just fucking put it in me. Please, God, just put it in me and fuck me.

She slipped off her shorts and I could see bright blonde pubic hair, and deliciously pink-red pussy lips. I slid two fingers in just to make sure she was wet.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. She scrambled to unbutton my jeans. I only managed to pull them down just below my ass before she grabbed my cock and guided it towards her pussy.

Normally, a consistent practitioner of safe sex, I hesitated.

“Should we…"

“Please fuck me, please, God, please put your cock in me" she insisted hungrily.

Before I knew it, my cock was sliding into her ruby blonde lips. The release I could feel inside her body was almost indescribable. Like every muscle, every cell was contracting around my cock. Like an evil demon was abandoning a now holy site. Like nothing mattered before my cock was inside her and nothing would matter after it left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she kept saying, and I hadn’t even started fucking her yet. My first few thrusts sent spasms shooting through her legs, and she slightly shrieked. She looked at me like she was rocketing 1,000 miles per second, a blistering uncontrolled burn into nothingness.

I continued to fuck her into multiple orgasms. Each one seemingly topping the one that came before it. She took one of my fingers and put it near her asshole. It was so wet from her pussy juice that it slid right in. She immediately started coming again, and I could feel her sphincter tighten as she came.

We had been fucking for probably 10 minutes, when she had one last request. “I want to taste your cum.”

Just hearing that almost made me blow right inside her. I quickly pulled out, and she thrust her face towards the head of my cock. She barely made it in time as I started shooting out long ropes of sticky cum over her t-shirt and neck, but I did manage to shoot a few decent sized loads right into her mouth, where she really wanted it. She swirled my sticky spunk around her mouth, testing it out it with the discrimination of a seasoned sommelier.

Afterwards she was calm, but embarrassed. She apologized profusely, despite my continual insistence that I loved it, and would love to do it again anytime. I hung out for a while, as I still had about 40 minutes to go on my laundry. Naturally, we fucked one more time, just makes sure she was cured.

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