Dirty Laundry
Linda is made to spend another entire morning off work because her washing machine has conked out again! Normally she wouldn't mind a little rest in the morning, but she gets so stressed out having to wait for these engineers who show up whenever they damn well please. It's now half an hour past the latest possible time they said he would call and Linda is fuming!
Linda impatiently flips through a magazine waiting for the plumber.
She flicks through the channels but the crap daytime TV only makes her more angry. A woman on a talk show is whining how her boyfriend cheated on her. "Get over it you old slapper," Linda thinks. “You don’t see me crying on national television that my washer broke down!”
The washer sits uselessly broken for the fifth time that year.
“Blimey! It’s ages past when he should have arrived!” she looks at her watch.
"Why does this always happen to me?" she thinks.
Linda resolves to give someone hell about this. She doesn’t care if she can only vent her frustration on some pathetic operator being paid minimum wage.
She dials the customer service line for the washer's manufacturers.
Unsurprisingly, she gets through to a series of recorded messages ironically testifying that their products are all of the highest quality. Linda sits back feeling the frustration burning in her temples.
Mark blithely knocks on her door after taking a longer than usual lunch “hour”.
Linda jumps at the sound of a knock on the door.
Mark knocks again more insistently.
“About bloody time!” she shrieks inside her head and hangs up the phone.
"This better not be some religious freak trying to convert me," she thinks.
Linda opens the door and her anger is instantly confounded by the handsome workman standing before her.
"Hello," Mark says cheerfully. "I hear you are having trouble with your washer."
She is only momentarily stammered by the sight of him and her fury instantly rises again.
“About time,” she says bitterly.
“You’ve got horrible parking around here,” he replies. “It took ages to find a space!”
Linda can’t believe he’s complaining when he should be on his knees apologizing!
“Well come in quick,” Linda says. “I have loads to do today!”
“It must be some chronic disability that you plumbers have of showing up late,” she snarls while consciously standing seductively as he walks past her.
“We’re on a very tight schedule Ma’am,” Mark replies taking an eyeful of her cleavage.
“But appliances don’t pay any attention to schedules. It’s fixed whenever it decides it wants to work again,” he continues.
“This pent up bird needs a big tool to take care of her,” he thinks eyeing her up and down.
If Linda isn’t mistaken this prick in blue overalls is trying to flirt with her.
“Here‘s the washer,” Linda says. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but five minutes into its cycle it stops.”
“This is a very common problem Ma’am,” Mark says with expertise.
“If it’s so common why don’t they build these damn things better,” Linda fumes.
Mark laughs, “To keep lads like me in a job.”
"Right," Linda snorts. "I love to work hard to keep riff raff like you employed."
“If it’s not too much trouble I would love a cup of tea luv,” he says cheekily.
"Certainly your majesty," she replies sarcastically. "Just get to work on it." Mark grins sweetly at her.
Linda rolls her eyes and stomps into the kitchen to boil the kettle giving Mark a good look at her swaying ass.
"I'd like to sink my nose into that thick pair of cheeks," Mark muses.
"I wonder if her panties get wedged up her ass," he thinks.
Mark spies a bright pair of panties on top of her laundry basket.
As he takes the back off the washer, his heart quickens thinking how the underwear must be dirty since her machine is broken.
He can't help looking at them and imagining that silky fabric tight around that swaying ass and her warm pussy.
As he mindlessly carries on with the work his nose itches dying to get a sniff of them.
Mark wonders if he could slip them into his pocket without her noticing.
Linda impatiently pours out the steaming water.
To be honest, she’s dying for a roll in the sheets and this handsome stud has made her stomach go queasy with desire. But there is no way she’s lowering herself to seduce this low class scum.
The vision in Mark's head of those ripe breasts nestled together in her shirt and the desire to smell the sweet odour of those panties makes the blood rush to his cock.
He's about to grab for the panties when he hears her coming back down the hall.
“What do you make of it?” she asks.
He has to suppress an internal laugh because he initially thought she meant what does he make of her hot pink panties.
“To tell you the truth this happens all the time,” he says confidentially. “This brand of machine is actually shit.”
“Ta,” he murmurs taking the cup from her hand.
He casually sips the tea and stands in a way so that his half-erect penis won't be visible.
He glances at her body hungry to lick over those beautiful full breasts.
"Well at least you're honest. But how long will it take to fix?" she asks impatiently.
“It will take me at least an hour to fiddle around with the wires in the back and get it working again,” he answers.
He smiles genially, “It’s all under control if you need to take off and do what you need to do.”
"But if you don't trust me it's no bother to me," he shrugs. "You can just sit here and watch, but I can't promise it will be very interesting."
“Alright,” Linda sighs. “I’ll go because I really need to get some things done, but if you turn out to be a thief I’ll have your dick cut off!”
Mark grins, "What can I say? It would be an honour."
"Right," Linda looks at her watch. "I should be gone only forty minutes."
"Perfect," Mark says. "I should be close to finishing by then. No worries."
Linda wonders if she's being a fool leaving a stranger in her house.
She also ponders whether he's really flirting with her or if she's just imagining it.
"If only there was some way I could have him without letting this confident prick smugly think I'm that easy," Linda thinks walking out the door.
Mark listens impatiently for the sound of Linda shutting the door. When he hears her finally leave he seizes his opportunity!
He stares longingly at the panties. He's seen this problem in washers a million times. It's a cinch to fix and will only take a few minutes.
He has ages to just enjoy himself here alone. It's brilliant having access to women's personal spaces in this job.
They are so delicate looking. He's always had a fetish for underwear: the smell, the feel, the taste of that sweet intimate fabric.
He rubs his fingers over the lace imagining the band fitting snug around her slim waist.
Mark takes his first whiff of them.
Man, is that good! She obviously sweats a lot because they are covered in a fragrant female scent.
It instantly conjures in his mind a sweating hot woman's body writhing in pleasure.
He can tell that right here her pussy was nestled, the fabric snug against her little triangular bush.
He can feel his tongue running over her loose vaginal lips pushing into the crack.
The musty scent of her body fills his head making him tremble.
Gently he tastes the lacy fabric excited that he's stealing this pleasure from her without her knowing.
Damn it feels so good, like fucking without having to worry about what the girl wants.
Linda walks swiftly to the shop annoyed further by what a gloomy English day it is.
Mark is steeped in the pleasure of tasting her panties. It's so fucking hot to take this secret pleasure in them.
Exploring these forbidden panties that have spent a whole day against her ass and cunt make him so horny.
Linda stops walking feeling that something is wrong.
Mark can't help himself. He undoes his shirt.
Shoving the sweet panties against his nose and mouth he frantically undoes the buttons.
It's like something has completely taken control of his body and all his energy has poured into his cock and balls.
The smell of sweat and hot fucking washes over him.
"Damn it!" Linda curses. "This is the wrong bag. My money is in the other one!"
Mark knows it's wrong but he thinks he has to satisfy his urge to jerk off now just as Linda realises she has to go back.
He wraps his fingers around his hardening cock over his jeans while inhaling her funky odour.
Impatiently he unbuttons his jeans and grabs a hold of his dick.
Mark tastes the thin fabric again while stroking himself.
Linda looks hopefully in her bag, but all of her cash is in her other one.
Mark is completely lost in his fantasies.
He rubs his hand over his cock inhaling the intense scent of the panties.
“Why does this always happen to me?” Linda asks herself in helpless frustration.
Mark can’t wait any longer. He has to get off!
He plunges his hand into his pants grabbing hold of his balls and rubbing them.
He’s all alone with visions of the lady’s body floating through his mind.
The pleasure from sniffing her panties and jerking off in her house is mind blowing.
Mark completely surrenders himself over to the delicious fumes giving him an orgasmic high and making him totally forget the world around him.
Mark, the repairman, has finally shown up to fix Linda's broken washing machine, but he's told her it will take hours to fix! Linda rushes out to run some errands while Mark works only to find that she has taken along the wrong bag and has to go back to the house. Meanwhile, Mark has discovered a pair of Linda's silk panties in the laundry basket. Getting higher from sniffing the fragrant lace than any drug can make him, he opens up his shirt and trousers to unleash his growing cock and sink blissfully into his fantasies.
Mark feels his body all over with the sweet scent of this women’s cunt filling his nostrils.
Linda unlocks her front door wondering if that sarcastic twit is actually up to any work.
She opens the door expecting to see him lounging on the sofa, eating her biscuits and watching football.
There’s no sound of the television, but no sound of tools at work either. As quietly as possible she shuts the door.
Mark strokes his hardening cock loving that the moist scent from the panties has transferred to his fingers now.
Linda looks around curiously for him and tip toes down the corridor.
She peeks into the laundry room and sees something she doesn’t believe!
Mark’s trousers are hanging down and she thinks at first that he is pissing into her dryer.
Then, by the way his arm is moving up and down, it dawns on her that he’s actually having a wank! In her house!
Linda can’t believe her eyes when she notices something in his hands and realizes that they are her new red panties!
She is about to cry out, but restrains herself.
Desperately she thinks of something say. What do you say to a pervert who has taken advantage of your confidence?
Mark is groaning and giggling with pleasure lost in the erotic images the musty pants conjure in his head.
Linda decides not to speak at all, but waits with curiosity to see how far he will go.
Her advantage in this situation is all too good and she just wants to take pleasure for the moment in spying on him.
While she is repulsed she is also strangely aroused.
These male chauvinists think they are so smart and can do what they want without innocent women knowing.
Well now she has the upper hand and she is going to use it. Mark pushes his jeans down further in lust.
He is breathing in so heavily that tears rise to his eyes. “Ah wet pussy,” he groans.
Linda is absolutely fascinated by this sight of a man’s most private moment.
“Oh baby, you’re horny,” he sighs and inhales the smell on the thin fabric deeply.
“Mmm,” he smiles enjoying the luxurious feeling of stealing sexual pleasure off from this stranger's underpants.
Mark rubs the panties against his lips and nose.
Linda never imagined that men sank so low for sexual gratification.
Mark places the panties over his face and digs his hand deeper into his pants to caress his balls.
“Oh yeah baby,” Mark murmurs. “You didn’t wipe your pussy after you pissed, did you?”
“Mmm... I can smell that piss right here.”
He sticks out his tongue and licks lovingly at the fabric.
He sniffs and impatiently pushes his pants down.
“I didn’t realise my pants were that dirty,” Linda thinks.
Mark can’t stand having his cock pressed tightly in his pants anymore and has to let it breathe.
“Yeah, you’re a dirty bitch, ain’t ya?” he says.
“Lemme clean your pussy with my tongue,” he says into his hand and sniffs.
Linda can’t believe how horny this sight is making her. She knows she should be revolted.
She realises that she could get him into so much shit now. The power she now has mixed with the sight of his now exposed cock thrills her and makes her pussy tingle with excitement.
“Mmm” Mark sniffs quickly and strokes his dick.
Linda looks hungrily at his ass feeling the urge to step up and grab his round cheeks.
“Oh fuck baby,” he giggles like a boy and licks down the crotch of her panties.
Linda feels dizzy with desire now.
Unconsciously she starts rubbing her own body taking so much delight in his pleasure.
Mark’s cock is quickly stiffening as the sexual intensity increases.
“Dirty bitch! Dirty bitch! Dirty bitch!” Mark repeats over and over.
“I’ll show you who’s the dirty bitch,” Linda thinks.
Linda gets control of herself and thinks of how to interrupt him before he comes all over her busted drier.
She has to stop herself from audibly laughing when she thinks of what to say.
Slowly and silently she approaches the crazed wanker.
Now Mark is making some strange slurping sounds.
Linda can barely make out some half audible profanity coming from under her panties.
Mark licks the lace quickly though it’s already coated in his saliva.
“Come on my face baby,” Mark whines pumping his cock furiously.
“Oh is that what was blocking the drainpipe!” Linda calls out happily. “What an ingenious way to get it out!”
Mark turns around in disbelief, his fantasy unexpectedly shattered.
He stares at Linda in absolute terror. He’s never been caught!
“Shit,” he curses under his breath.
“Ma’am... I’m so sorry,” he says sincerely while covering his shame.
“Things just got... intense,” he says with fear.
He meekly admits, “A bloke just can’t stop himself sometimes. You won't tell...”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Linda’s voice roars like thunder.
“Pull those back down you dirty bugger,” she commands sternly. It’s time for Linda to have her fun.
Now that Linda has caught her repairman Mark with more than a spanner in his hands, she decides to turn the tables to her own advantage. She blackmails the guilty pervert to strip for her and let her observe and fondle his naked body as she pleases. Otherwise, Mark will be out on his ass.
Mark releases his trousers startled by her abrupt order to take them back down.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. I fucked up. What else can I do?" he says fearfully.
Mark smiles cutely at her hoping to win her over so she won't call his boss.
"You can start by getting that cheeky grin off your face," she says sternly to him.
"Then you can remove your jeans and pants for me."
"You want me to get naked?" Mark asks with disbelief.
"That's right. You come in here and get your kicks off from my dirty laundry!" she raises her voice to a near yell.
"Well now it's time for me to have my fun. Carry on as you were."
"Unless of course you would rather I call your firm and tell them what you've been getting up to in my laundry room," she says threateningly.
"I have a feeling they don't take too kindly to their employees sniffing customers' panties."
Linda feels a surge of power in her like never before. She's going to seek retribution for all the poor women who have had to wait at home all day for a repairman to come. She's going to demand exactly what she wants.
"Please! I'll do anything you say," Mark pleads.
"I can't afford to lose this job."
"Then you better pay up," Linda smiles. "Starting with that shirt."
Mark gladly pulls off his shirt completely.
"The jeans too," Linda looks down at his crotch.
Mark pulls them down feeling conflicted. This feels exciting, but also slightly scary because she is so confident and in charge.
Linda looks over his body. How good to not have to worry about what the man is thinking of her own body.
Linda feels a tingling pleasure in her stomach seeing him strip. She feels herself warming up.
Linda caresses her body looking him over. "Hurry up you panty-sniffer," she commands.
"I'm sorry," Mark nearly trips trying to yank off his jeans quickly.
"Careful boy," Linda laughs. "I don't want you damaging that pretty body before I've seen what it can do."
Linda gets aroused eyeing the bulge in his white underwear.
"For someone who has been caught red handed you don't seem very repentant," Linda chides him.
"I'm sorry Ma'am," he says guiltily.
"That's better, but you should remember your place or there will be trouble," she looks down on him. "Now take the rest off."
Mark smugly thinks, "We'll see who gets in trouble" and imagines stripping and dominating her once he's naked.
Mark stares deeply into her eyes, "Believe me..."
"I'm very sorry."
He stands before her naked expecting her to fall to the floor quivering with desire.
Linda loves the sight of his body, but isn't prepared to give him an inch, "I've seen bigger."
Mark looks down in shame.
He can tell she's going to be a feisty one to crack. "You wish baby," he says.
"Believe me you cocky bastard," Linda says, "You aren't all you think."
"I can tell it's going to take some stern treatment to teach you who is in charge," she laughs.
"Come closer to me," she beckons him.
She backs out into the hall as he approaches her looking up and down his naked body.
"I'm going to enjoy using you as my toy."
"I know you suave pretty boy types..."
“the ladies adore you because you are cheeky and sweet...”
“Well I’m not impressed by your manly arrogance.”
“By the time I’m through with you you’ll be begging me to forgive you for invading my privacy.”
“You’ll also be dying to get a taste of my body.”
“Why don’t you strip and I’ll give you what you’re dying for?” he asks.
“No way,” Linda refuses. “Follow me.”
Linda feels like she’s just acquired a new pet, someone she can play out all her hidden fantasies with.
Linda takes off her jacket and says, “Stand right here so I can get a good look at your body.”
She sits comfortably on the sofa and looks with delight at the vulnerable naked man.
“Ever since I was a girl I’ve been fascinated by naked men,” she says.
“I had a little plastic statue of Michelangelo’s David that my parents brought back from a holiday to Italy.”
“I used to wish for it to grow to be a life size real man like you.”
“Real fuzzy hair on his hard chest.”
“Real soft, pink nipple that gets hard when I squeeze and play with it.”
“A warm body that I could stroke and enjoy without the man being able to do anything.”
Mark loves how she’s talking to him, making him feel like a beautiful object for her pleasure.
“I love the tough muscles of men’s biceps,” she says squeezing his arm.
“And a smooth back that I can run my hands up and down.”
“Feeling the beautiful arch of his shoulder bones...”
“And using my finger to trace down the curve of his spine to the crack of his ass.”
“Finally cupping the soft flesh of his bottom in my hand to feel the weight of it.”
Mark is frozen in sexual excitement loving that he’s turned into the statue of her dreams.
“Men’s asses are so cute,” Linda sighs.
“I want to dig my fingers into the soft skin of it.”
“My little statue was cold and rough... not like your warm, smooth skin.”
“Maybe I should install you here in my living room permanently for me to fondle whenever I felt like it.”
“That wouldn’t be such a hard life,” Mark murmurs. “It would beat fixing ladies washing machines all day.”
“You would have to stay perfectly still while I pressed my hands into you,” she says.
“You couldn’t make a sound, not even if I tweak your nipple,” Linda playfully does this.
“Or even if I felt like tweaking something else,” she lets her hand slip sensuously down his chest and stomach.
She rubs the line of hair travelling down his body.
Linda looks him straight in the eyes daring him to challenge her.
Mark remains completely submissive, aching for her to grab ahold of his dick and balls.
“I love running my hand over flat, manly stomachs.”
“So you like sniffing girls’ panties do you?” Linda asks suddenly.
“I don’t know why, but ever since I was little and got a whiff of a girl’s underwear I’ve loved the smell of it,” Mark admits.
Mark tenses as she rubs her hand around his cock and sees her staring at it with desire.
“You like to stroke your cock while you sniff them?” Linda asks gently touching his thick dick.
Mark feels light-headed with sexual excitement.
“You rub your dick and jerk off feeling those moist panties against your face?”
Mark can only nod. Linda plays with his cock teasing him.
“You sniff them until your cock gets hard and the foreskin is pulled back?”
Linda stares hungrily at his cock beginning to sweat with excitement.
She touches her stomach and crotch enticingly.
“Can you feel the lust in your balls while you stroke your dick?”
“Yeah, I like to pull them while I’m jerking off,” Mark admits.
Linda feels his balls, measuring the weight of the two globes in her hand.
She rubs her thumb over one of his balls and pulls at the loose skin of his scrotum. “Please suck it,” Mark bursts out.
“I’m not going to suck your dick, plumber,” Linda giggles.
“Come on baby. I need to get off,” Mark says.
“No,” Linda says standing up. “You’ll get off when I allow you to.”
“I’m the one in charge here and if you don’t like it then I’m going to tell on you.”
“You’re my statue now,” she says confidently.
“I guess I don’t have much choice,” Mark sighs.
“That’s right. You can be my enslaved pervert,” Linda laughs.
“And you’re not a pervert?” Mark counters.
“At least I don’t get caught,” Linda says.
“And I want to see more of how a pervert like you gets off.”
“You’re going to make me wank for you?” Mark smiles.
“Yes, but you can only ejaculate if I say you can,” Linda says taunting him.
Having caught out her sexy young repairman sniffing her underwear in the laundry room, beautiful Linda makes him strip for her completely or else she'll call his boss. Just when Mark confidently thinks he'll get a blow job out of this lonely woman Linda asserts that it is his place to pleasure her and he must do as she commands.
Mark is confused over this shift in power, but he realises that he has no choice but to follow her orders.
"Let's play a little game," Linda says.
"I'll sit down and give you a little peek under my skirt and you show me what you do when you see panties."
"I want to see what a pervert in action looks like full on now that I've had a glimpse of your antics in my laundry room."
"Kneel down for me," Linda commands.
Linda loves the feeling of having this rough, but handsome naked man to control. She can see how conflicted he feels about obeying her by his facial expression, but he doesn't dare to contradict her.
Mark does as she asks him. This feels strange, but the tempting offer of getting a glimpse of her panties has made his skin tingle with sexual excitement.
"Do you like it when the panties are clean or fresh off from a woman?"
Mark blushes and says quietly, "I like them dirty."
"I've been wearing these all day," Linda says lifting up her skirt.
Mark's heart pounds quickly as he gets his first glimpse between her thighs and the beautiful fabric.
"I'm going to make myself more comfortable," Linda sighs taking her shoes off.
Mark unconsciously starts to touch his dick looking at her and thinking about the wonderful aroma of her dirty panties.
"My feet always ache after a hard day," Linda says. "I've always wanted someone who could give them a tongue massage."
Mark feels a queasy mixture of fear and sexual excitement.
"Stop fiddling with your willy and bend down to lick my feet," Linda says sternly.
"I want you to be completely subservient before I allow you to taste my panties." Mark bends down like a dog.
The anticipation of sniffing and tasting that moist fabric between her thighs is too much. He plunges to the floor and tentatively licks her toes.
Linda enjoys looking at his body bent in such a submissive position.
"Don't be such a baby," Linda chastises him. "Really lick!"
Mark opens his mouth a little wider to taste the tops of her toes through the nylon.
"Come on you pervert," Linda says letting her dirty, secret thoughts spill out.
"Kiss them like they belong to a queen," she says.
"You're nothing but a filthy blue collar worker," she whispers luxuriating in the pampering her feet are taking.
She sighs with pleasure as Mark licks and kisses as he gets more into his submissive role.
Mark is suddenly aware of how hot it feels to be naked before this beautiful woman who has such power over him.
He takes a long lick of the dark nylon. His limbs are trembling to reach up and hold her but he knows he must restrain himself.
"Very good," Linda says. "You may now lick up my leg."
She feels like she's in heaven having this sexy naked man lick her.
The anticipation of having him work up to the soft warm place between her legs is glorious.
"That's right," Linda sighs. Mark is going wild with excitement.
Linda spreads her legs gently, opening up for him.
His laboured breath is hot against her thighs. His thick, wet tongue runs over the soft curve of her legs.
"Gently," Linda warns. Mark has to stop himself from plunging his nose into the crack between her legs.
Mark moans excitedly when he tastes the flesh above her stockings.
The smell between her thighs is wonderful.
Linda's body is warm and relaxed, enjoying this mechanic's service profusely.
The combined sensations of the taste of her soft skin and the smell of her hot pussy is the most arousing thing Mark has ever felt.
More than anything Mark wants to taste her panties, but Linda says quickly, "Not yet... not yet..." She wants him to want it more than anything in his life.
"You may now lick my pussy," Linda says. He reaches his tongue out quickly to taste the sweet satin of her panties.
Linda moans with deep pleasure feeling his quick, eager tongue lap at her soft sex.
Linda looks down with excitement at his semi-hard cock and his manly body.
"Yes," Linda sighs. "Harder."
Mark pushes his tongue out more to press hard against the grove of her cunt.
"Good," Linda says with delight, rubbing his greasy hair affectionately.
He licks and sucks, soaking her panties with his saliva.
Linda never dreamed she could turn a visit from a lazy repairman to such a pleasurable experience.
"Good boy," Linda says with her chest heaving in excitement. "Now I want you to sit up and perform for me."
Panty-sniffer Mark has finally been cornered into a submissive position. Linda makes him get on his knees and demonstrate for her his perverted habits. Erotically charged by the sight of him she can't keep her hands or eyes off him.
"I want to see what you look like when you climax sniffing women's panties," Linda says.
"I've already seen what a slobbering animal you can turn into when licking panties. Now show me the whole thing."
"Whatever you say ma'am," Mark says obediently.
He tightens his grip around the loose skin of his cock stroking it back and forth while looking between Linda's open legs.
"But I can only come when smelling a fresh pair of panties," he says.
Linda smiles at him feeling such power over this naked stranger.
It makes her feel proud that he can only come with the smell of her intimate scent in his nostrils.
"Alright I'll give you the pair I've been wearing all morning," Linda stands up.
Mark watches eagerly as she slowly strips the beautiful satin fabric from her crotch.
"They are a little damp from where you licked and I've been getting wet watching you work on your cock," Linda whispers.
Mark's mouth waters seeing the fabric slip down revealing her sweet fanny.
Linda carefully takes the panties down to ensure he doesn't see more of her body, at least not yet!
Very slowly she pulls them down her slender legs.
"Here we are," Linda gives a naughty smile.
"Stand up you pervert," she commands.
Mark does as she commands eager to please her now.
"Take a whiff of these," Linda purrs drawing the panties around his face.
Mark moans at the feel and smell of the wonderful lacy fabric around his face.
"You like those repairman?" Linda whispers.
Mark nods his head and inhales the delicious musty scent of her cunt on the fabric.
Linda is consumed with desire watching this hunky pervert in action.
She rubs her hands over his firm body.
She looks around at him stroking his cock.
"Show me how much you like my wet panties," Linda says. "Come for me."
Mark pulls faster and faster at his cock. His balls bounce with the movement.
Linda is sighing softly as she caresses his body.
"You dirty boy," she growls.
"Taste my panties," Linda commands.
Mark sticks out his tongue and licks the delicious fabric.
"Don't they taste so warm and good?" Linda asks in ecstasy.
Linda grinds her hips against Mark’s bare ass.
Mark is sweating with the intensity of this experience. It’s like a dream come true, only like nothing he ever imagined.
Linda runs her fingers tantalisingly up the inside of his thigh.
The sensation of her touch makes Mark tremble in her arms.
Mark’s breathing quickens as he feels the cum rising in his balls.
With the smell of Linda’s panties filling him, Mark shoots a mighty stream of cum.
Linda laughs joyously and reaches out to feel the milky substance fly.
“You filthy pervert,” she whispers as his hips thrust with each wave of his orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” he says muffled by the panties.
His cock throbs with pleasure as another stream of spunk flies from his cock head.
Linda tightens her grip around his stomach and reaches out to catch it.
Mark feels dizzy watching his cum fly into her beautiful slight hands.
Mark inhales deeply again.
The grinding power of his desire overwhelms him.
He shakes as another batch of cum rises up his hard dick.
Linda giggles in delight.
Mark yanks on his cock with all his might.
Gooey cum drips from Linda's warm hand.
Mark pulls at his cock, getting the last dregs of cum into her palm.
"Look at all this," Linda smiles.
Mark sighs feeling like he will faint in her arms.
"Steady boy," she says holding him up.
"Give it all here," she says.
This is the most intense sexual experience Mark has ever had.
Linda thinks how easily it is to control men like this.
"Give me all of your man juice."
He rubs his cock still tingling with pleasure.
"So you jerk off like this in strange women's laundry rooms?" Linda asks.
Mark nods. "You get their nice, clean clothes and panties dirty?" Linda asks.
She lets go of him and retrieves his blue coveralls.
Linda smear his cum all over the front of them.
"Well now you know what it's like having your clothes all dirty."
"Now you're going to have to go outside covered in your own filth."
Mark removes the panties from his head.
"And my washer still isn't fixed."
"You still want me to fix your washer?" Mark says surprised.
"Of course I do," Linda laughs.
"But now you don't have anything to wear while you do it so just fix it in the nude."
"You're a harsh boss," Mark smiles. "But I like it."
"Now repairman," Linda says in a mock-authoritarian tone. "I want the job done to my satisfaction or no tea for you."
"Yes ma'am," Mark says concentrating on his work.
Linda looks with delight at his red, burning cock worn out from all the strenuous exercise.
"Maybe if you do a really good job I'll give you some of my special biscuits too," Linda says sauntering up to him.
Linda watches him with delight, "You're going to be my personal repairman from now on."
Mark wishes he could stay here permanently working for her.
It wouldn't be so bad fixing the odd appliance and then being paid with dirty panties.
Linda still feels horny from the experience and longs to help him get her off.
"The washers had enough work," Linda says.
"Come on upstairs," she leads her naked servant up. "I have something else I need you to take a look at, but don't bring your tool box."
"You have all the tools you need on you," Linda says with a smile looking down at his lean, muscular body.
