Erotic Gems

Tanzanite Takes A Tumble

In the glittering heart of Marbella, where champagne flows like water and diamonds glint beneath a Mediterranean moon, Tanzanite is about to host the charity ball of the season. Clad in a white designer gown that hugs every curve, she’s the star of the night—until a careless splash of red wine threatens to ruin it all. With panic in her eyes and the clock ticking, she rushes downstairs, where fate intervenes in the form of the smoldering, sinfully handsome laundrette guy with rolled sleeves, inked forearms, and eyes that promise more than clean linens. As his fingers brush her silk, and the air thickens with tension, Tanzanite wonders: can he save her dress… and maybe stain her night in all the right ways?

Tanzanite Takes A Tumble

Chapter 1

The sun set over the Costa del Sol and the twinkling city lights of Marbella came to life, creating a breathtaking sight from the high balcony of the luxurious suite at the La Preciosa Hotel. The warm night air caressed the dark, smooth skin of the beautiful young woman leaning alone against the white marble balcony, enjoying the sight of the dazzling city below her. A soft gust of wind carried the enticing aroma of the Mediterranean Sea to the highest floor of her expansive suite and Tanzanite drew a deep breath, exhaling with a sensual sigh of utter bliss as she took in the magnificent scenery below. As the wealthy socialite basked in the tranquillity moment, her smart watch unexpectedly vibrated, reminding her of the time. Excitedly, she walked away from the serine view and entered her untidy hotel suite through the tall glass doors. The exotic beauty walked past an extensive wardrobe filled with an array of designer clothing and ran her diamond-embellished manicure through the collection cheerily. She entered a circular-shaped room completely walled with mirrors that lit up as she walked inside. The London-born socialite stepped into the centre to look at her reflection from every angle. The long, silvery-white gown she wore was a masterpiece, exquisitely hand-tailored by one of London’s most prominent fashion designers. The sheer fabric accentuated her sexy curves and emphasised the smallness of her waist. Tanzanite loved how shapely her bum looked through the sheer patterned dress. With its plunging neckline, the gown exposed her high, round cleavage and the supple skin between her breasts; stopping just beneath her belly button, where it exposed the purple tanzanite gem surrounded by clear diamonds that sparkled on her naval piercing. She relished the way the dress’s invisible bra enhanced the shape of her high, round breasts and how the transparent gown barely concealed her cherry-coloured nipples. The dress gleamed and shimmered with her every movement, as did the diamonds on her platinum bracelets and matching tear-drop earrings. The glamorous British beauty studied the multiple reflections of herself in the octagon-shaped mirrored room and smiled with satisfaction. Earlier that day, Tanzanite visited a hairstylist who professionally straightened and styled her thick, long hair, and she was pleased with the result. She struck a sexy pose in front of the mirror, loving how her long, dark thigh peeked out of the daringly high side slit, showing off her toned hipbone. Tanzanite glanced at her bare feet and then left the mirrored room to retrieve her purple and silver heels to complete her outfit.
   Tonight was a big night for Tanzanite and she wanted to look perfect. The London socialite was hosting a charity ball to raise awareness and funds to protect the rainforests. It was Tanzanite’s first time hosting an event. She had been preparing for this night for weeks and she was determined to smash her first role as the mistress of ceremonies. Tanzanite scanned the messy hotel room with a squint of her uniquely coloured purple eyes, hoping for a glimpse of her shoes. There were clothes and shoes all over the room. The floor and furniture were practically covered with the discarded contents of her empty suitcases. Eventually, Tanzanite located the expensive high heels under the leather chesterfield sofa and returned to the mirrored room to turn again in a complete circle before she suddenly remembered the matching purse and dashed out of the room again to search for it through the jumbled array of discarded garments. During her search, Tanzanite found a small shopping bag with her favourite perfume and sprayed the perfume onto her neck and into the air above her head, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the arousing cherry scent. Cherry was her most favourite of all fragrances. When she opened her thickly lashed eyelids, they fell on the crystal clock on the marble mantlepiece. The fundraiser was scheduled to start in just under three hours. The high-class event was taking place in the hotel’s platinum events room - so thankfully, her dress would not get crushed in the back of a limo. Tanzanite had a habit of being overly prepared. Her four best girlfriends always teased her for her rigid punctuality, but because she was ahead of time with her hair, makeup and outfit, all she had to do now was rehearse her speech one more time before walking down to the ballroom to greet the guests. Tapping her smart phone on, she read through her speech several times until she felt confident enough to recite it from memory. Saying the speech out loud to herself over and over, Tanzanite stood and walked to the mirror above the high mantlepiece to check her makeup. She beamed at how the white mascara made her violet eyes pop. The hotel’s makeup artist really knew his makeup; her skin looked flawless. Thinking of skin, Tanzanite reached into her vanity case and retrieved a small pot of clear cherry-scented body butter and rubbed a small amount over her legs and arms to give them a healthy glow whilst she continued to rehearse her opening speech aloud.
   “Over 350 million people of 30 different ethnicities- No, that’s not right!” she told herself, picking up her phone to check. “30 million people of 350 different ethnicities live in the Amazon,” she corrected herself repeatedly and then lifted a half full glass of red wine off the mantlepiece, next to the clock. She shook her head at herself in the mirror, “You had better get this right, Taz - or you will become social media’s next epic fail,” she told her reflection sternly. She smiled with satisfaction at her perfect reflection, her beautiful white teeth enhancing her outfit even more, “Well, even if you do fuck up? You will certainly be the internet’s most ‘beautiful’ epic fail ever,” she giggled to herself taking another sip of her wine.  The wine glass slipped slightly between her fingers and Tanzanite realised that she had forgotten to wipe the remnants of the body butter off her hands.
    “That was close! White dresses and red wine are not a great combination, Taz” she scolded herself, holding the glass as far away from her as possible whilst walking forward to place it back on the mantle. Although she held the glass securely, Tanzanite hadn’t taken five steps, when her five inch high heels caught in the chain of her mislaid, designer bag and she turned and tripped over backwards on a shoe box with her wine still in her hand. The red liquid spilled all over the front of her white dress before it rolled off her stomach onto the floor.
   Tanzanite looked down at her gown and screamed out loud! “Why are you so fucking messy?” she berated herself in the mirror, futility whilst trying to rub the wine off her dress with a discarded designer blouse. Tanzanite was in such a rage with herself she didn’t hear the knocking on the door until the hotel worker burst in through it.” Is everything all right, Madame?” he asked in concern.
   “No, it’s terrible! Look at my dress,” she cried, sitting on the floor surrounded by heaps of clothes and shoes and handbags.
   “It’s ok, we have a laundry service downstairs in the hotel,” he told her.
   Tanzanite stood up quickly, “Where?” she pressed him urgently, grabbing her phone and purse.
   “Take the elevator all the way down to the basement,” he instructed. The desperate young woman rushed past him and headed for the open door.
   “Thank you!” Tanzanite shouted back over her shoulder, dashing out of the room to the nearest lift.

Chapter 2

Tanzanite pressed the lift button repeatedly, cursing the hotel for putting their best rooms at the top of the building without their own personal elevators- like most every other five-star hotel that she frequently visited. The lift doors slid open and Tanzanite hurled herself into the empty elevator and searched frantically for the button to the basement. Nothing on the keypad said basement in English or Spanish and so she pressed -1 and crossed her silver polished fingers that it was the right choice when the lift descended.
   Tanzanite dashed out of the doors the moment they opened wide enough for her to fit through. She ran until she came to a sign which said “lavanderia” and she followed the directions down a dimly lit corridor. Her five-inch heels clattered loudly on the hard, tiled floor and she stopped to quickly pull them off - afraid of scuffing her precious, new red bottoms. The desperate events host ran fast and barefooted the rest of the way until she reached a door with a washing machine symbol. She flung open the door and looked about. There was no one inside.
   “Hello, is anyone here?” she called. No one answered and so she opened a door inside to an adjoining room filled with washing machines and dryers all lined against the walls on both sides. A man wearing a tight black T-shirt, dark blue jeans and a grey apron, with the hotels name on it, was standing over an open dryer folding clothes into a large laundry basket.
    “Hi, I called but nobody answered - didn’t you hear me calling?” she asked accusingly, realising that he must have. “Anyway- I need my dress washed and dried in less than two hours - can you help me?,” she asked him quickly without waiting for a response to her first question.
   “Sorry, no one is here?” he replied in a thick Spanish accent.
   “You’re here!” she told him, getting slightly frustrated.
   “No, I’m leaving now - we are closed,” he informed nonchalantly. His forearms flexed as he folded a bedsheet in half and the captivating sight held Tanzanite spellbound for a brief second before she suddenly caught up with herself and quickly snapped herself back into the moment.
   “Please? You can’t leave. I’ve got to host a huge event tonight and my dress is ruined,” she pleaded.
   He looked at her squarely and unmoved, “Get another dress,” he suggested dismissively, taking off his apron.
   “But it’s nighttime - the shops are closed,” she entreated, trying hard not to focus on how attractive the obstinate man was. His long, dark brown hair had a slight curl and almost touched his broad shoulders. His eyes were green and piercing. His eyebrows were well groomed and his face, clean shaven. The stubborn clef in his strong, masculine chin was perfectly centered under a pair of dreamy pale pink lips.
   He shrugged, “Then wear something else,” he told her.
   The distressed girls mouth fell open at his heartlessness, “I can’t - nothing else I have looks this good.”
    He looked down at the wet, red stain and was about to beg the contrary, but then decided by the look on her face that she already knew that anything would look better than her stained dress. He paused for a long, silent second before he finally spoke, “Ok fine, go on - use the machine. Just remember to put the key under the plant outside the door when you leave,” he offered.
   Tanzanite’s purple eyes widened dramatically and there was a long pause before she sheepishly admitted, “But I don’t know how to use a washing machine.”
   The man looked her up and down slowly and then nodded to himself, “I bet you don’t - anyway, sorry. My work for today is over. I cannot help you, more than that” he refused, throwing his apron over a hook on the wall.
   The uncaring man lifted the large, full laundry basket he was filling and walked to the far end of the room to put the folded linen into a small dumbwaiter lift. Tanzanite looked around in desperation, forcing her brain to find a solution quickly - before he left. Her eyes caught sight of the key in the door she had just come through. It was the only door in the room. She looked at the man standing at the other end of the room, his back was turned to her but she could tell by the way he repeatedly pressed the same button at the side of the small lift, that it was faulty and was taking longer than he wanted. Tanzanite locked the door quietly and quickly hid the key inside the centre page of a magazine she spotted in a nearby bin and then put it back slowly; all the while keeping her eye on the man’s turned back. He turned slightly and Tanzanite stood back up quickly before he could discover her mischief.
 “Please−” she begged again when he released the button and walked back to her.
   “No, I’ve been working since 5am this morning -whilst you were probably sleeping like a baby - and now I’m going home,” he stated firmly.
   “But I need you?” she beseeched, stepping closer to give him a deep, pleading look from under her long, dark lashes after deciding that seduction was her last option.
   He looked down at her pleading face with a sly smile, “You are very beautiful,” he told her and Tanzanite smiled inwardly at the mesmeric power of her eyelash extensions.
   “And if I hadn’t just finished a 14 hour shift those big, purple eyes would probably work,” he both refused and admitted to Tanzanites’ annoyance. But all was not lost; although his words were a refusal she could tell by the way he looked at her that he found her attractive.
   “How could you leave a beautiful girl helpless and alone?” she entreated, pouting her full glossed lips whilst staring pitifully down at the floor.
   “Like this-” he shrugged, reaching past her to walk through the door. When it didn’t open, he shook the handle a little harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. “Where is the key?” he asked her accusingly.
Tanzanite dropped her pitiful look and folded her arms across her chest stubbornly, “Help me to wash - and dry - my dress and I will give it to you,” she bargained. He could see this girl was not going to give up until she got what she wanted and just like most of the wealthy brats- of all ages- that stayed at the hotel- she probably always got her way. 
   His green eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “Give me the dress,” he commanded, holding out his hand.
   Tanzanite set her bag and shoes down on top of one of the machines and quickly pulled the concealed clasp of her dress open. It was only then that she realised that, in her hurry, she hadn’t thought to bring a wrap or anything to wear whilst her dress was being washed and she paused for a brief moment in her undressing and looked up at the impatient clock hanging on the far wall. There wasn’t much time and she had to undress quickly before he changed his mind. Tanzanite glanced up to find the handsome laundry man grinning at her obvious predicament and she could tell by his one-sidedd smirk that he wholly expected her to back out of the backfiring ultimatum she had given him.
   But the stubborn hostess was determined to have the perfect evening she had envisioned, wearing her new tailor-made gown. No gown had ever made her look so sexy and she owed it to the designer to give this masterpiece the fabulous night it deserved.
Tanzanite met the man’s mocking gaze with a confident grin and pulled the gown open, slowly uncovering her high, round breasts and tiny thong.
   She grinned when he unconsciously sucked in his bottom lip and his gaze roamed interestedly down her almost naked body.
   “Do you want me to turn around?” he asked. In truth, he wished that she would turn around so that he could see her bare arse, it looked so good in the dress, he could only imagine how alluring it would look without it.
   “So, now you ask?” she responded, raising her eyebrows briefly in amusement. But he wasn’t looking at her face.  Tanzanite pulled her arms carefully out of the gown and held out the dress, to him, breaking his trancelike stare at her bare body. “Here, can you do it quickly?” she heckled him, pulling her long, strait hair forward with her free hand to cover her nipples so that her face had his full attention.
   “Please,” he corrected her lack of manners, not budging to take the garment from her hand until she said it.
   “Please! I said please before - remember?” she reminded him in a higher-pitched voice brought on by her rising frustration.
   “Yes, I do remember… how did it go again?” he asked her in a slow nonchalant voice and she knew he was trying to aggregate her.
   “Please,” she repeated again flatly.
“No, say it the way you said it before, when you were trying to seduce me just now,” he told her.
   Tanzanite looked up at the clock and ground her straight, white teeth in irritation, realising she had no other choice, “Please will you wash my dress for me?” she asked him through her clenched teeth.
   “No, not like that,” he said, clearly dissatisfied, “you looked into my eyes and said something about being helpless,” he reminded her.
Tanzanite inhaled a huge breath of annoyance, and the sharp rise of her bare breasts parted the long strands of her hair that were already barely covering her cherry tone nipples.
   The launderer’s mind drifted and he wondered how they would taste if he run his lips over them.
    “How could you leave a beautiful girl all helpless and alone,” she repeated, unenthusiastically through gritted teeth, realising she had no choice but to concede. He was holding her to ransom just as much as she was keeping him imprisoned here and they both knew it.
   He pointed to a washing machine behind her. “Open that door and put your dress in,” he told her. When Tanzanite turned around to follow his instructions he tried hard to keep his eyes above her waist, but failed the moment she bent over to open the door to the machine. A short, deep hum escaped from his throat and Tanzanite laughed silently to herself at his reaction, whilst she took her time to fold her stained dress neatly in the machine. The man was too busy watching her butt to question why she was neatly folding a dress she was about to wash. Nevertheless, he was enjoying the sight of her round and bouncy rear too much to disturb her. His boxers felt suddenly tight as he started to imagine his dick between her two perfect spheres. He recovered quickly when she stood back up and looked back at him with a sharp stare - though, in truth, tanzanite was secretly flattered by his hot man’s reaction.
   He cleared his throat quickly. “Put that soap in here,” he instructed, opening a small draw in the machine. She picked up a bottle of soap from the shelf above the machine and poured the soap liquid in the soap draw until he held up his hand for her to stop. The time restricted socialite hurriedly put the bottle back on the shelf and he closed the draw securely. He showed her which buttons to press to set the program and start the machine and Tanzanite followed his instructions impatiently. The sound of running water pouring into the machine followed by the whir of the machine spinning around was like music to her ears and Tanzanite let out a long sigh of relief. She looked at her phone, It was six o’clock and the charity ball was due to start at 8:30.
   “How long will this take?” She asked.
   “About forty minutes,” he estimated.
Tanzanite’s adrenaline rush began to ebb from relief and she gradually realised how cold it was in the room and rubbed her bare arms to warm herself.
   “I suppose you want me to warm you up now?” he presumed.
Tanzanite looked up at him curiously. “And just how do you propose to do that?”
   He stared down at her bare body and his green eyes squinted lustfully. “There are several things I could do to get you warm,” he offered, walking closer to her.
   Tanzanite looked up at his approaching figure and a gripping sensation stirred between her legs. His body looked so ripped and powerful up close that she wondered what he would do if she allowed him to dominate her. The second she expected him to make contact - he swerved and walked past her to turn on two of the huge dryers behind her. The fragrant woody scent of his aftershave drifted back when he walked past and once it was gone, Tanzanite yearned to breathe in his sweet scent again.
   “These dryers will soon warm you up, it’s hot as hell in here when they’re on,” he told her with a sly grin on his face whilst he walked around the room turning on several of the other washing machines.
“You could have just given me your shirt,” she stated frankly adjusting her ever-moving hair to cover her nipples. 
   He nodded in agreement. “Yes, I could have,” he agreed, turning on more machines.
   “You still can,” she pointed out in a louder voice to combat the noisy machines.
   “Yes, I could,” he agreed with her again, still but made no move to do so.
   “So you’re just going to let me stand here naked for nearly two hours?” she demanded to know.
He looked her up and down with slow consideration, “You’re not completely naked,” he corrected her with a cocky smirk.
“Then why are you looking at my boobs?” she insisted, crossing her arms in front of her bare breasts.
   “Because they are a little fascinating and, - thanks to you - I have nothing better to do,” he stated. “You’re the one who locked me in here - with no entertainment- and then took off your clothes,” he reminded her. “I’m just enjoying the show,” he said, leaning back against a machine with a wicked smirk.
   “Give me your shirt?” she demanded, stepping forward to stand in front of him.
   “No,” he refused with a sly grin.
   “Take it off,” she insisted.
   “Take it off yourself,” he invited, stepping closer to her and raising his muscular arms above his head. Tanzanite’s curiosity got the better of her and she grabbed the hem of his tight black shirt and pulled it up on his body. Her purple eyes flashed with interest as she uncovered his impressive six pack underneath. Eager to see more, she lifted his shirt up higher. The handsome male surprised her by bending forward to let her pull the top off him. He stepped forward and took the garment from her hands and he tossed it onto one of the machines behind her. As he reached over her, Tanzanite’s body was so close to his her nipples grazed lightly along his rib cage and he felt instantly aroused.
   Tanzanite’s eyes roamed his body from his hard pecks, slowly up to his piercing gaze and gave in to her need to taste his parted lips. She grasped the back of his head as he pulled her body up close against him. His lips falling on hers and he kissed her long and hard until he had to come up for air.
   “You taste so good- I want more,” he said, sliding both hands down her back until they found and grasped her firm, round butt cheeks. He lifted her up against him and she wrapped her legs tight around his waist as his lips found hers again. He kissed her mouth for a long time, enjoying the taste and feel of her lips against his and then gradually set her down onto a spinning machine.  The vibrations underneath her bare arse sent pulsing waves through her most sensitive spot and she loved the feeling. The sexy seductress leaned back on her straight arms and let him watch her boobs bounce with the vibration of the machine underneath her. He scooped her nipple into his mouth with his tongue and let the machine do the rest of the work.
   “Ah, your tongue feels amazing,” she told him in a voice vibrating from the shuddering machine. He put his hands onto her knees and slid them up her silky smooth thighs, stopping when her thong straps slipped between his fingers. Tanzanite pushed down on her hands to lift her bum and he pulled the thin lace straps down her long, dark legs and off, over her immaculately manicured toes. He rotated her to sit a quarter turn sideways and then spread her legs apart eagerly. The mesmerised man leaned over her and stroked his hands down her naked body and then with a move she did not anticipate, he put his tongue against her clit. Tanzanite squealed with pleasure and he held her knees apart to keep her from squashing his head between her toned legs. The intense sensation was almost too much for the aroused socialite and her back arched up off of the flat surface of the machine as she moaned in toe-curling ecstasy. “Oh my god! That’s driving me so crazy,” she squealed trying to find something to grip on to. The machine spun even faster and Tanzanite thrashed about helplessly in the grip of the intense sensation. He removed his tongue and slipped a curious finger into her warm wetness and her vibrating squeals grew louder when his tongue returned to her clit whilst he continued to move his finger inside of her.
   “I want your cock in my mouth right now, so I can show you what you are doing to me!” She screamed and within seconds he removed his shoes, boxers and trousers and jumped up onto the machine. Tanzanite gasped aloud at the size of his erected cock and the confident laundry man smirked conceitedly. “Are you sure you can handle all of this?” he asked her.
   Tanzanite smirked back up at him. “Maybe not all in one bite,” she quipped.
   “Is biting the only thing you can do with your mouth?” He chuckled, straddling her waist with his back to her face.
   “Come and find out for yourself,” Tanzanite told him, taking hold of his cock through his open legs.
   He lifted her feet to rest on either side of her bouncing butt.    “That’s not a risk I’d take without evening the odds,” he said before lowering his head between her open thighs and continuing to tease her with his tongue whilst his cock dangled low above her lips. She reached up and sucked his dick deep into her open mouth and he lifted his head briefly to expel a small moan at the feel of her tongue against his cock. His lips came back down between her legs, this time, with an aim to make her scream even louder. Her hands gripped his hard, toned bum pulling his cock down deeper into her mouth.  She sucked his dick deeper and he felt her throat contracting around the tip of his cock as she almost gagged from the depth of it. He bit his lips to mute the sounds she evoked from him with her with her playful mouth and determinedly moved his wet tongue over her clit, guided by the volume of her moans. She squealed loudly and he flicked the same spot repeatedly until her squeals morphed into one long, euphoric moan. He knew for sure that he had won when she suddenly released his cock and gripped his thighs so tight he was sure she had orgasmed.
   “Fuck me,” she begged and without missing a beat he got up, turned around on top of her. He positioned his stiff cock between her open legs, but before her granted her plea he pulled out a folded towel from a high shelf above them. “Is you head uncomfortable?” He asked and she lifted her head so that he could put it under. He grinned wickedly and placed the towel under her his knees.
   The horny socialites mouth dropped open. “You’re such a dick!” she exclaimed, chuckling in disbelief, before reaching up for her own towel and swatting him with it before putting it behind her head for comfort.
   He laughed, then licked his two index fingers simultaneously and placed them both lightly against her nipples. She groaned with growing need. “Fuck me now - this foreplay is torture just fuck me,” she demanded.
   He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. “You just called me a dick… I think you should apologies!” he suggested with a wicked glint in his eyes.
   “I’m sorry, ok I’m sorry- just fuck me. I can’t stand foreplay it makes me too horny.”
   He took her hand and placed it around his hard, smooth cock. “Put me inside of you,” he said and then leaned over her body to suck her cherry-coloured nipple between his pouted lips.
   Tanzanite inhaled a sharp, loud and aroused breath when his tongue circled her nipple and the task of putting the tip of his cock into her grew harder as she struggled to keep still under his moving mouth. Once he felt her hands finally guide the tip of his dick to the warm, moist entrance of her pussy, he slowly sank all nine of his long inches into her tight, vibrating hole.
   He fucked her slowly at first and letting the machine do most of the work whilst he enjoyed watching her breasts bouncing under him.
   Tanzanite watched him, mesmerised by the sexy rotation of his groin when he entered her and how the ‘v’ beneath his six-pack rippled with each movement. He pulled himself out of her and jumped off the machine back onto the ground and pulled Tanzanite and closer to him on the machine, until her butt was close to the edge, before positioning her to lay on her side with her knees together whist he stood with his groin at just the right height to penetrate her. He pushed his cock back inside her - just as the machine started to pick up speed again. The sensation of his dick deep inside her warm, wet, and wildly vibrating pussy was unlike anything she had ever felt before and when she looked at him, the enrapt expression on her face matched his own. The machine eventually slowed down again but he didn’t want this feeling to end and he moved her back onto her back - with his dick still deep inside of her. He put her feet over his shoulders and squeezed her butt cheeks tight together with his big hands. The compression of his dick intensified the slowing vibrations as he continued to squeeze and thrust deeper into her.
 The machine slowed to a gradual stop and Tanzanite looked up at him with gloomy pout.
   “It hasn’t finished yet, brat,” he informed her with a tease. Tanzanite was relieved it wasn’t over and a sly, pleased smile spread over her face, followed by a narrow stare for him calling her a brat.
   “Don’t give me that look- you know you are a brat. You know how to get what you want,” he told her, flipping her onto her stomach so that her butt hung over the corner of the machine. The machine increased its speed and the sight of her curvaceous butt wobbling against it hardened his dick like a rock with a pulsing need. The feel of her intensely vibrating pussy enclosing his cock from this position was an amazing sensation and it took all of his concentration not to cum too soon; he wanted to enjoy every minute of fucking this gorgeous, demanding brat. Her beautiful, dark booty vibrated under his hands as he thrust his cock deep into her. Tanzanite held tight to the edge of the machine for support - as her feet did not reach the ground and just when she thought the machine couldn’t go any faster or louder it did both. The hard-working laundry man fucked her deeper and harder as it did and she screamed out loud with ecstasy. The moment her erotic screams reached his ear he could no longer keep control of himself and he thrust into her so deep that he could feel the intensity of the machine tingling tip of his cock. His body shuddered as he ejaculated with a long deep, roar that was almost drowned out by the loud, noise of the rumbling machinery.
   The machines came to a stop one after the other with loud bleeping sounds. Tanzanite’s head sprung up and she looked over at the machine her dress was in. “Is my dress done?” she asked, looking from the machine to the panting man behind her.
He watched with a wide-eyed expression as she shuffled backwards on the machine, until his cock slid out of her and her feet eventually touched the ground.
   The relieved hostess smiled and clasped her hands gladly together as the word “end” flashed onto the machine dial.
   Put it in there, brat,” the man instructed, pointing to a large dryer whilst shaking his head with an amused smile. Surprised at himself for finding her bratty ways strangely endearing.
   Tanzanite took the damp dress out of the washing machine and held it up to the light, looking for the red wine stain - it was gone! The waylaid host looked at the clock and quickly placed the gown inside the dryer.
   “Select the medium heat and then press on,” he told her.
Tanzanite followed his instructions and the dryer tumbled her dress round and around.

Chapter 3

“What are we going to do now?” Tanzanite asked, looking restlessly about.
   The naked hunk jumped up onto the tall dryer and sat with his feet dangling in front of the door, before he grinned and offered his hand down to her. Tanzanite took his hand and climbed up next to him.
   “Sit on me,” he said, shuffling backwards a little on the dryer.
Tanzanite looked down and saw that he was already ready for a second round. She stood with her feet placed either side of him. “I didn’t hear, please,” she corrected playfully hovering her pussy over the tip of his cock.
   He grasped her hips and she sank down on to his vibrating lap. Their eyes locked for a moment and he kissed her lips. “Please!” he moaned against her mouth. Tanzanite moved on top of him slowly, holding onto his shoulders as she ground his cock deeper and deeper inside her. His teeth grazed along her bottom lip and then he sucked her top lip gently. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he sucked it deeper. Her lips were so soft, full and inviting and he kissed her until they were both heady and drunk from the erotic taste of each other. His hands trailed all over her body making her tingle with the sensation. Time seemed to stand still as she moved up and down on his lap on top of the rumbling dryer. He put his mouth against her long, slender neck and pressed a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe. She rode him deeper and faster until she felt the urgent need to climax under the arousing sensation of his of his mouth on her earlobe. Tanzanite orgasmed with a relived gasp.
   “Keep going, I’m almost there,” he told her, grabbing her hips and rocking her back and forth on his cock in case her legs gave out. The veins in his neck looked as though they were about to explode, and his skin turned deep red under the pressure. He gritted his teeth, looked up at the ceiling and climaxed with a rugged exhale.
The two sat together, still joined, for several minutes on top of the spinning dryer until it spun to a sudden stop.  Tanzanite’s head turned to look at the clock.
   “I have to go,” she said softly, pulling away and climbing slowly down onto the floor. She took her dress out of the dryer and pulled it on back on carefully, whilst he got down slowly and pulled on his boxers.
   “You look beautiful,” he told her, handing her her tiny thong.
Tanzanite smiled shyly, took it and put it on. “Thank you,” she said, slipping on her shoes and retrieving her purse.
   “For what,” he asked cheekily.
   “For fixing my dress- the stain is completely gone-it looks as good as it did before,” she replied, smoothing down the front of the dress where the wine was.
   “Aren’t you also going to thank me for the entertainment I provided whilst you waited for your laundry?” he teased, arching one eyebrow.
   “I just did,” she responded with a cheeky wink.
   “You know, not many laundry services offer entertainment whilst you wait,” he informed with a one-sided smirk.
   “It was very entertaining,” she commended frankly, slowly looking him lustfully up and down, “and when I can think of something dirty that could use your attention, I’ll be sure come back for another spin.”

                                        THE END


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