Hot Sex & Dryer Sheets

“He’s just taken off his shirt,” Kendra murmured.

“What?” I so desperately wanted to look up, but Kendra had already given me the rough side of her tongue when I’d risked a glance a few seconds ago.

“Mmm…” was the girl’s only response.

“Seriously?” I said, the word coming out as a whine. “Kendra, I swear, you’d best start spilling—”

“Abs. Six of them.”

I stiffened. My blush intensified. It had arrived earlier when Kendra had announced — oh so casually — that the only other patron of the laundromat was busy undressing.

“Biceps?” I whispered up to her.

She stood beside one of the dryers, absently folding her underwear as she watched the spectacle unfolding through lowered lashes. Kendra was amazing at doing sneaky undercover stuff like this. Me? I sucked at it.

“Biceps!” I repeated, more insistent now.

Kendra threw me a scowl, her gaze flashing back to the mystery man of meager clothing a second later.

“Perfectly defined.” She tipped her chin up a little. “Strong back. Tattoo.”

“Tattoo?” I squirmed on the hard bench. This was driving me nuts. I had to look. I had to see what-

“Sit down,” Kendra hissed. “You’re so freakin’ obvious, Tessa.”

My ass sank onto the bench. “Tattoo?” I prompted, a touch more patiently.

“Beautiful,” she said in a breathy whisper. “A snarling tiger. Flames. Something written in Latin.”

It didn’t sound that fantastic to me, but who was I to judge? I wanted to pout. Knowing Kendra would notice and roll her eyes, I sat stiff as a board instead.

“Pants.” Kendra casually put aside a lacy, neatly folded, panty.

“Pants? What about pants?”

“They’re off.” Kendra drew in a hurried breath. “Oh my God. Tessa, they’re off.”

I shot to my feet.

Kendra didn’t even notice.

The man stood less than six feet away from us, on the other side of the row of dryers dividing the laundromat. He had his back to us — my God his tattoo was spectacular — as he shoved his jeans into the washer. White briefs clung to an ass unbelievably firm and round. His midnight black hair, Adonis-like in its wind-sculpted perfection, was lustrous in the overhead lights.

He turned, studying both of us for a moment before his face split into a wide smile.

“Good evening, la-dies.” He had a thick accent, his tongue stifling his words with delicious care.

I stifled a sigh. Kendra, astonishingly, wasn’t as successful.

The man’s smile became sultry. He glanced around, perhaps noticing it was just us three, and then took a step closer. He washed his hands down his almost-naked body.

“Ex-cus-e me…” He paused, as if trying to remember the correct translation. “I hope to… not have… o-ffended you.”

“No offense,” Kendra belted out, immediately followed by my hasty, “Not at all, not at all.”

The man gave us a gracious nod of his head and turned back to his machine.

“It’s… actually…” Kendra began.

I frowned at her. She didn’t notice.

“We all do it,” Kendra blurted out. “It’s quite normal here, actually.”

The Persian god swung back, his muscles gliding over each like eels shagging in melted chocolate. “Ex-cuse?”

“You wash everything.” Kendra tore off her cardigan. “It’s easier that way. We just didn’t want to offend you. That’s why we didn’t… you know… why we didn’t do it earlier.”

The man’s golden brow furrowed. “You do it too? The taking off?” He mimicked taking off his pants. For a moment, I thought he was actually going to take off his briefs. That thought — coupled with the obvious bulge in the front of his pants — made me damp.

Okay, a lot damp. Fine, it made me wet. Wetter — I was already soaked.

God, had it been that long since I’d seen a cock?

Well, no. But a cock on a body like that? Yup. Yup, yup, yup.

Kendra began unbuttoning her dove-grey shirt. She’d dragged me here straight after her work party, not bothering to change from her formal skirt-suit. She hadn’t even switched her heels. Since my shift at the restaurant had only just finished, I was still wearing my uniform too. And, I hasten to add, I work at a place that thinks it’s cute to dress their waitresses as elves year round.

Oh lord, I was dressed as an elf.

The man’s eyes slid from Kendra to me. “You… all taking off?”

“Uh…” I swallowed. Dammit, he’d noticed the goddamn elf outfit. I used shaking fingers to begin working the big-ass buckle that held my green tutu in place. “Sure. Yup. All of us.”

My heart hammered against my ribs like a rabid bunny in a cage.

“Easier, like this,” the man said. His smile showed all of his teeth now, white and sparkling.

He was Adonis. No, Hercules. Wait, Hercules had been blond, hadn’t he? Okay, some demi-god or other. Thor. Yes… he looked like a sun-darkened Thor.

My belt unhooked. It clanked as it hit the floor.

“All this?” the man asked, sliding a finger behind the band of his pristine undies.

Somewhere in the back of the laundry, something went clunk. The sound was completely ignored by all present parties. It was just before midnight on a Tuesday night; the laundromat was deserted. Kendra liked to come here and do her laundry when no one was around so we could smoke a little weed and giggle while we sat on the dryers.

Except tonight there had been someone. Which had pissed us off, initially. He’d been buried inside one of the machines, and only after I’d plonked my ass down and nearly fallen asleep after a full cycle had Kendra made the offhand comment that our late-night laundromat patron was busy undressing.

“Yes, everything,” Kendra said, sounding breathless. “Of course.”

Her bra came off next.

Thor’s eyes moved to her breasts but, surprisingly, they didn’t stay very long. Instead, they slid past and fixed on me.

I didn’t wear a bra: I’d read on a blog that they were bad for your boobs. Made them sag. Plus, my service tips got more the colder it was outside. I tried looking away while I tugged the tiny elfin vest free from the tutu’s waistband, but Thor’s melting brown eyes held mine steady.

I slid off my tight vest, exposing my breasts to the laundry’s cool air. My nipples hardened instantly. Thor’s eyes remained glued to my breasts.

“You Americans, you like… how I say… the free — the freedom?”

Oh, how deliciously his foreign tongue caressed those words.

“We do,” Kendra replied in a husky whisper. “And we’re free to do whatever, and whoever, we want.”

God, she had balls. Not literally: she just had no shame.

The man gave us a lopsided smile. “You two… you are—” His brow furrowed for a moment. “—making the love together?”

Kendra looked over at me, her hands still on the button of her suitpants. Her large breasts swung. Mine were tiny compared to hers; they didn’t sway like that when I moved.

“Who, us?” Kendra flicked her finger between us. “Well, no. We’re just friends.”

“Just the friends?” the man repeated, sounding disappointed. “Not so free, this America.”

“Oh no,” I said, waving at him. “We could if we wanted.”

“You will?” Thor’s smile lifted. He began playing with that band of elastic — the only thing still keeping Thor’s majestic hammer hidden.

Kendra turned to me, wearing a wicked grin that made her blue eyes sparkle. Her sandy hair hung loose, surprisingly sleek despite a four-hour work function that had included some heavy drinking.

“We can,” she said quietly, her eyes scanning mine.

I shrugged. It’s not like we hadn’t kissed before. She was a bit too enthusiastic for my liking, but—

Kendra grabbed me up, our breasts squishing together as she tugged me close. She wound my black braid around her fist. Jerked back my head. Devoured my mouth with hers.

It was impossible not to respond to those hungry lips. I ran my hand up Kendra’s arm, my fingers delving into her silken strands, cupping the back of her skull.

“Wonderful,” Thor murmured.

He sounded closer, as if he’d stepped up to us. The fact that he was watching us made my panties wet. It made me wet. I moaned against Kendra’s mouth as her other hand ran down my naked back, caressing every nub of my spine with a feather-light touch.

Her kiss intensified. The wetness of her mouth rivaled the wetness of my sex. I began aching, my pussy wanting nothing more than something to fill it, my clit for something to stroke it. Kendra’s mouth tasted of weed; we’d still toked in the alley outside before coming in to do our laundry. That familiar sweetness made me want to drink her, made me groan into her mouth again.

She hiked her fingers up the back of my stiff tutu, sliding her hand over my underwear and grabbing my ass. I ground into her, unable to feel much with so many layers of tulle between us. She knew this; her hand fumbled with the clasp at the back of my skirt. It bamboozled her, and she stuck her hand up my skirt again, edging around to the front, to where my aching had transformed into pelvic-deep throbs of pleasure.

I squeezed both her breasts, unable to fit them in my hands but still trying.

I felt a cool finger touch the base of my spine. I jerked, gasping as I snapped my head around. Thor stood right behind me, still wearing his briefs but with an erection barely contained by the waistband of his underwear. He had his hand out, a knuckle grazing the skin just above my tail bone.

“May I?” he asked in a god-like voice so deep I could feel it vibrating in my sex.

I couldn’t manage words but he obviously took my fluttering eyes for consent. His fingers undid the clasp at the back of my tutu, sliding it out between me and Kendra.

Kendra was breathing into my ear, each volley of air sending shivers and goosebumps chasing each other over my exposed skin. She tugged my head straight, continuing our kiss. Her other hand now gripped my breast, massaging it, tweaking the nipple.

It was delicious. Painful. So hot I was beginning to sweat.

Thor’s fingertips traced the outlines of my hip bones. Slid behind the elastic of my panties. Snapped it back so that I gasped at the suddenness of it. He stepped closer still, until I could feel the warmth of his body. I longed to buck my hips back, to feel his erection between my ass cheeks, but I didn’t know if I should. Fuck, I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing right now, sandwiched between my best friend and a complete stranger who probably hailed from a land of camels and pyramids.

Those cool fingers ran down the slope of my pelvis, brushing through the black curls above my sex. Was he disappointed that I didn’t shave? He didn’t pull away, just hovered in that warm, steamy patch of hair, teasing the strands between his fingertips, tugging the skin beneath — a sensation that thrilled over the folds of my sex, making my clit tingle and ache for his touch.

Kendra broke off our kiss, allowing me to breathe. I inhaled sharply as she reached over my shoulders — she was a few inches taller than me — and grabbed hold of Thor, dragging him against me.

His cock thrust between my ass cheeks, as stiff as a telephone pole and only slightly shorter. I shuddered, the top of my breasts cushioned by Kendra’s, my back warmed by Thor’s magnificent pectoral muscles. He was so cool, so dry. A stark comparison with my hot, sweaty skin.

But that dick against my ass? Holy shit — I’d never wanted something inside me as badly as right then.

My sex ached in time with my racing heart as waves of pleasure thundered through me. I quivered and trembled between those two tall bodies.

“I like this country of yours,” Thor whispered in my ear.

My quiver became a quake. I arched my back, shoving my ass hard against his shaft. He groaned loudly into my ear, his teeth catching at my earring; it clacked so loudly, tugged so deliciously.

I leaned my head back, resting it against his shoulder, trying to buck my hips forward to force Thor’s fingers to touch my clit. But I could barely move between those two bodies. I was trapped, forced to wait for them to decide what pleasure to next bestow on me.

Kendra ran her hand down Thor’s cheek, gripping his jaw. He gave her a smoldering stare as if daring her, and she jerked her head forward, meeting him for a panting, carnivorous kiss that would surely end in one of them getting a split lip.

Her hands had slipped between me and Thor, and she alternately stroked my back and what I assumed was Thor’s stomach. Left with nothing to keep my hands busy with and trying to get my mind off those fingers so close to my clit but never touching — teasing my hair and driving my ditzy with passion — I unbuttoned Kendra’s skirt. It slid down her legs, exposing lacy black panties. I skimmed my hand over her ass, squeezed each cheek in a hand, and traced my fingers over the bottom of her sex.

Kendra bucked, moaning into Thor’s mouth. That violent motion sent me reeling into Thor’s stiff cock. He growled, his fingers sliding right past my clit — without touching, the bastard — and grabbed my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart. I dropped an inch, gasping as his bound cock slid up my crack.

To reciprocate, I tugged the edges of Kendra’s panties, chafing her. She trembled, grinding her pelvis against mine. Our two veiled mounds touched, the cushion above our clits soft as they met.

Thor’s hands left me, moving to Kendra. I was dismayed at the loss and shoved my ass back like a spoiled child in desperate need of more attention.

Dammit, I wanted more action than this.

He pressed back. I could feel his dick throbbing against me. My God, was he that hot for me? For us? The thought made my sex drip with want.

Thor grabbed Kendra’s leg and hoisted it up. He positioned it on the dryer beside us, her knee almost to my chin. I drew a sharp breath, leaning back into Thor’s ripped chest, sliding down an inch, coming back up. With his cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks, this would feel like a hand job, right?

The man groaned. His kiss with Kendra ended abruptly as he began nuzzling my neck. Dear God, he was grazing the skin right below my ear. I shuddered, frozen by the streaks of pleasure soaring through me. As if he’d triggered my other senses, the air was suddenly scented with his cologne — a musky, woody scent that made me think of forests and wolves and shagging on a bed of moss.

Kendra’s hands delved down, running over my ass. She’d hooked her fingers in the band of my panties, and drew them down. Warm air touched me. She left my panties gathered just under the curve of my ass but tugged on them, just once, sending a ripple of ecstasy through me as the fabric skidded over my clit.

Next, she unleashed Thor’s cock.

It sprang out of its cage, slamming into the top of my ass. I stiffened even more, wanting to lever my hips up and ram that massive dick inside me, but frozen with pleasure at the light bites he rained down on my neck.

He bent down a little, gliding his cock along my crack, standing straight so it would slide up and touch the curve of my back.

I was going to die under this torture.

“Please,” I murmured. “I want you inside me.”

Instead, Thor abandoned me completely. His teeth left their cow-like grazing of my neck and caught Kendra up in another breathless kiss. I was left watching — hungry and quivering with need. I began massaging his dick against his stomach, lifting my ass and letting it drop, alternating with his own rocking.

Thor’s hands, so recently grasping my thighs, tugged down Kendra’s panties, displaying her pink, shaved folds for us both. I inhaled unsteadily. This was definitely not something we’d done before.

“Touch her for me,” Thor said in my ear, running the edge of his tongue along my lobe as an afterthought.

I didn’t even know they’d stopped kissing. But when I glanced back up, they were at it again.

So I ran the tips of my fingers down Kendra’s mound. Caressed each fold surrounding her clit. Touched that sticky, wet sex of hers. Traced my fingers up and down those tissued folds of scorching skin.

She tried bucking, but Thor held her still for me.

I slid the tip of my finger inside her. She contracted around it, and I shuddered at the visceral reaction. My bouncing became more vigorous. Thor groaned, one of his hands leaving Kendra and gripping my stomach, trying to keep me still.

Screw that! I had a modicum of control in this fuck-fest and I was going to use it, dammit.

I drew the tip of my finger out of Kendra and flicked it over her dripping sex, hard and soft. It probably felt amazing; that uncertainty, that waiting, that wanting.

My own aching had progressed into something deep and primal; I was so tight inside that I doubted Thor would even be able to get a single inch of that rock-hard cock inside me.

But God, did I want him to try.

As if hearing my unspoken thought, Thor slapped my hand away from Kendra. I gasped at the sting. He gripped my chin, turning my head.

His lips met mine.

So wet. So soft.

I disappeared into his ravenous kiss. He stroked my ass with his cock, but after a century of his mouth on mine — sweet and urgent — he dipped his hips.

His cock slapped over my sex. It stunned me, made me shake against him. He held it there, his shaft heating me from my clit to my ass. Then he rocked back and forth… slowly, so intoxicating.

In front of me, Kendra moaned loudly and began moving up and down. I swivelled my eyes, watching as Thor pumped his fingers into Kendra’s shaved pussy; three of them, up to the knuckle. She bucked her hips forward, meeting him thrust for thrust, her hands over her breasts, kneading them. They were inches from my face, jiggling and swaying…

I broke off Thor’s kiss — to his surprise — and dove at Kendra’s breasts. I caught a nipple in my teeth and nibbled on it.

Thor paused only for a second before his hand began slamming up against Kendra’s sex. She whined, her hips moving faster. I suckled at her breasts, moving from one to the other, massaging them as hard and fast as Thor finger-fucked her.

There was a soft rasp behind me. Something fluttered down my back, touching against the side of my foot. A condom wrapper. Where the hell had he stashed it? Did he have a secret pocket in his briefs somewhere?

Seconds later, a snap of rubber.

Maybe Thor was upset with me. Angry that I’d chosen Kendra’s breasts over his mouth.

Because, a second later, he rammed his cock inside me. All at once. Filling me. Stretching me tighter than I thought possible.

I cried out — almost screaming — at the intensity, the pleasure, that hot thread of pain swallowed immediately by muscle-quivering ecstasy.

That made me release Kendra’s breasts.

Thor hadn’t moved since penetrating me — I stretched around him, impaled by his cock, unable to move or cum like I so desperately wanted.

His hands gripped the back of my neck, found my braid, and wrapped it around his fist like Kendra had done. Then he shoved me forward, bending me over.

My mouth was an inch from Kendra’s clit.

She moaned when I exhaled on her.

Cried out when I stuck out my tongue and tasted her.

Began fucking my mouth when I shoved my tongue inside her dripping-wet sex.

Thor slid out of me. Slowly. I collapsed where he’d been. When he pulled out completely, I gushed all over his cock. Served him right, fucking me just once like that.

Kendra tasted so tart, so creamy. She scorched my tongue as her clit brushed my nose. I used my nose to massage it, and this made her wail and grab hold of my head.

God, I couldn’t move an inch.

Thor had hold of one of my hip bones now, his fingers folding perfectly into those curved bones. Kendra had my face in her hands, holding me still while she fucked my tongue.

And then Thor speared into me again.

It was even better than the first time. I cried out against Kendra’s sex. The vibrations forced her into overdrive — I struggled for breath as she pounded those soft, wet folds into my mouth. I sucked at her, wiggling my tongue around so she couldn’t shove it inside her whenever she wanted.

I grabbed Thor’s balls — did everyone shave except me? — and massaged them.

He groaned, drew out, pounded into me again. Then he began fucking me in earnest. His hand tugged my head back, freeing me from Kendra’s pussy, making me watch as they kissed above me. I drove my fingers deep inside her, wanting her to feel something close to what I felt with Thor’s cock thrusting into me, tearing into my sex like a jackhammer set to overdrive.

His hand left my hip bone, stroked nails down my ass cheek and left behind lines of fire.

He slapped my ass, hard enough to make me gasp.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Harder.”

He obviously misunderstood me. His cock slammed into me, forcing my face into Kendra’s breasts. I sucked at them, maybe misunderstanding him.

Thor grabbed Kendra’s leg and knocked it off the dryer. He shoved her to the floor with a hand on her shoulder, bringing her into a crouch in front of me. She dove forward and wrapped her lips over my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I ground my hips into Thor’s stomach, trying to get away from Kendra — it was too intense, pain bordering on pleasure — but Thor wouldn’t let me wriggle away. He jerked my head up, his kiss stealing my air, my need to escape.

I melted into him, into Kendra’s mouth as she sucked at my clit. Her fingers rubbed the folds of my sex where they stretched around Thor’s dick and traced circles around the tight puckers of my ass. I was so wet that Thor slid effortlessly in and out of me now. He buried himself balls-deep inside me and held his cock there, throbbing and quivering.

Was he cumming? Already?

But my God, I was just as close.

My muscles pained from being so tight, so stiffly held. I began rolling my hips to grind my clit against Kendra’s mouth, against Thor’s balls. Trying to get a little motion from his stiffly-held dick. There wasn’t exactly any wiggle room, though.

Thor’s lips slid off mine, returning to my ear.

“Are you going to cum for me, little American girl?” Thor asked.

“No!” I ground against him. “Too nice. More. Fuck me harder.”

Nope, I wasn’t making any sense. But that much pleasure inside me at once didn’t make sense. It made me loopy. It drove me to distraction. I wanted more. More of what, fuck knew, but I wanted it.

“Fine, little slut,” Thor breathed. “Then you wait.”

He jerked out of me. I gushed again, my pleasure having been trapped behind that wall of a cock. He spun me around, kissed me until I didn’t have breath, and lifted me onto the dryer.

It was still on. It purred underneath me, and I closed my eyes for a second as I dissolved into the feel of it.

Thor grabbed my knees and roughly parted them, placing my feet on either side of me and parting the folds of my sex so I gaped open. Kendra moaned sulkily at being relieved of her duties.

“No, my dear,” Thor whispered to her. “It’s your turn now.”

Was it just me, or was his command of the English language improving the longer we had sex? Then again, I could have composed a Shakespearean fucking sonnet if someone handed me a pen and a scrap of paper right then.

Kendra made a nonsensical sound, something between a plea and a denunciation, before Thor grabbed her knee and lifted her leg. He slid it just behind my left hip, positioning her pink sex less than an inch from mine.

Then he thrust his cock into her. I bucked forward, wanting that glistening shaft inside me, not Kendra. I ran my fingers over Kendra’s leg, brushing her clit, wiggling it. She quivered, her eyes sliding shut as she brought her hands up to her breasts and began massaging them, popping her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Thor dipped his head and nuzzled at those russet circles of puckered skin, making Kendra moan and quake.

God, this was frustrating. I ran my hand over Thor’s shaft whenever he drew back for a new thrust, but my own sex ached and spasmed for relief.

Thor ran his nails over my thigh, startling me out of watching their hypnotic fucking inches from my own soaked sex. He swiped his hand over my folds. Twiddled my clit. Slid a teasing finger inside me.

Then he forced himself deeper into Kendra. I stroked her clit, timing each stroke with Thor’s fingers over my own clit. God, he was going to make me cum like this. But I wanted him inside me, filling me, when I came. I didn’t want—

“Oh God,” Kendra moaned. “You’re going to make me cum! Tessa, stop! Oh God—”

Thor gave me a secretive smile. His finger stayed buried inside me, his thumb pressed over my clit, stemming my steadily-approaching orgasm. He cocked his head to Kendra, and I turned my head with effort.

Her head was flung back, both her hands squeezing her own breasts, the nipples poking through the gap between her fingers. She rocked her sex over Thor’s shaft, her lips clinging greedily to his cock as she drew back, disappearing when she forced him deeper inside.

I strummed her clit with my fingertips, by thumb exploring where her folds met Thor’s cock, stroking both of them.

She slowed, drawing out her orgasm. Thor grabbed her ass and hauled her closer, their bodies slamming into each other with a smack. I shivered.

Again.

Kendra keened loudly, her body quaking.

Thor thrust into her a last time, and she came. Grabbing my shoulder. Grabbing Thor’s shoulder. Parting her legs as wide she could. I could see her muscles quivering, could feel wetness spurting over my fingers. Thor shuddered, enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she did. He pounded into her three more times, drawing small gasps each time.

Then he drew out of her, leaving her a shuddering mess as she leaned against the dryer.

He immediately shoved that glistening dick inside me. Grabbed both my hips and yanked me closer.

Deeper. Harder.

Filling me, tearing me open.

I cried out, grabbing his shoulders, using them as leverage to lift my hips into his thrusts.

Even deeper. How? It wasn’t possible.

I was building to a monumental climax. I shuddered, my mouth a static ‘o’ that would barely have accommodated his girth.

Kendra had recovered — she bent down over my stomach and flicked the tip of her tongue over my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I yelled. “Fuck yes. Harder. Oh my God.”

Thor, encouraged by my enthusiastic outburst, slammed into me with renewed vigor. His fingers dug into either side of my sex, dragging me open, perhaps trying to find more space to shove his dick into.

There wasn’t any. He was slamming right against my fucking cervix.

Again and again. Each thrust skidded me back over the rumbling, vibrating dryer but I would simply drag myself back, arching my back so my clit stood proud for Kendra to suckle.

His fingers delved down, the tip of his index finger dipping less than a millimeter into my oh-so-tight backdoor.

“Fuck!” came another demonic wail from my lips.

He grabbed me, kissed me. Silenced me. I moaned and screamed into his mouth. It was too much. I was breaking apart. Kendra’s mouth swallowed me whole — so soft and hot — a scorching vacuum that threatened to pull my clit off.

Thor’s cock impaled me again and again, but I could feel him quivering and pulsing, knew he was inches away from cumming.

I tried to cry out again, but Thor’s lips muted me.

Kendra pulled away from me. “Come on, Tessa. He’s fucking you so hard. Why aren’t you cumming?”

I moaned, quivered. Bucked my hips up. Grabbed her hair and shoved her mouth over my clit again.

Thor rammed into me, held steady, filling me entirely. Kendra’s tongue flicked up against my exposed clit.

I exploded, tearing my mouth away so that I could scream.

“Thor! Fuck!” My hips went wild, bucking like a horse on amphetamines. I groaned, climaxing while Kendra’s teeth grazed my clit and Thor’s dick was still buried balls-deep into my quivering sex. I barely felt him spurting hot jets of liquid into me.

Warmth enveloped me, my skin tightening until I couldn’t breathe.

And then that sweet, gorgeous release.

Waves of ecstasy rolled over me, spreading from my sex to my whole body. Stroking me. Easing me back from the brink of death-by-pleasure.

Thor squeezed my breasts, bringing a last shudder from me. He quivered inside me, drawing out his cock a bare inch before shoving it back. He growled deep in his throat, his face contorted in agony, in pleasure. Kendra had drawn back, watching the spectacle of this muscled god pouring himself into me as he shuddered, trembled, stilled.

“Fuck,” I whispered, running my hands down my face.

Kendra took an unsteady step back, wobbling as she grabbed hold of the dryer.

“You can say that again,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

Thor shoved into me a last time, making me whimper, and then drew out. He held his cock at its base, studying it as it quivered and bounced in his hand. Then he slapped my clit with it, splashing me with creamy cum and making me whimper again.

I drew back in case he had more shenanigans in store for me. I was done — utterly, thoroughly done. Exhausted. Satisfied into early next Wednesday.

“So…” Kendra murmured breathlessly. She ran the tips of her fingers down Thor’s chest. “You like America?”

Thor finally drew his eyes away from his cock and bent to retrieve his underwear. He gave us both a lazy scoundrel of a grin and a single-shoulder shrug. Dragging on his briefs, he studied us both in detail for a few seconds, lingering on my gaping sex, Kendra’s pendulous breasts.

He walked around the dryers and glanced into the washing machine. Kendra and I exchanged a confused, weary smile, turning back to him as he faced us. He put his hands on the dryer behind me, his sultry smile intensifying.

“I’m from Brooklyn,” he said, not a trace of an accent remaining. “So… you gals come here often?”