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Coming for the Chemist

Maria was practically pulling the hair out of the back of my head when the loud banging noise interrupted her orgasm. I lifted up on my elbows, cheeks and chin glossy with her juices and looked around her bedroom. “What the hell was that?” I asked, concerned that it might be a car door slamming in her garage. “It’s probably just the washer,” she said, out of breath, “I threw a load of my husband’s work clothes in the wash just before you came in and the stupid washer is off balance. It should stop in a few minutes.” Her hands clawed eagerly at my ears but I broke away and headed toward the laundry room, right off the garage to her apartment. As I stood there trying to decide whether to turn it off or try to adjust the feet under it, I heard Maria’s feet padding up behind me on the tile floor. “Let it go, Gary, my husband will be home soon and I haven’t come yet. You promised you could give me a quickie before he gets here,” she whined. One of her hands was cupping her pussy as though she expected it to be dripping on the floor, and having had my face in it a few minutes ago I knew that might actually be possible. I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up, sitting her on the washer lid. I pulled her ass forward to the edge of the washer and stepped between her legs. The apartment was furnished with appliances that included a washer and dryer three quarters the size of regular ones. Putting my hands under her knees I raised her legs and leaned into her. She groped for my ...

... cock and eagerly pulled it into her wetness. She leaned back with her elbows on the control panel and I banged away as she moaned and grunted with each thrust. I stopped briefly to move her legs against my chest and I slid my hands under her ass. The lid under her was warm from the washer, and the shaking of the machine suddenly took on a new meaning. I held my hands free as the machine jerked and bucked, rocking her on my shaft in a slow methodical rhythm. She smiled and almost laughed. “That feels pretty good but it will take me an hour to come this way.” My hands filled with the soft globes of her ass and I pounded into her just the way she liked until she screamed and threw her arms around my neck. “I’m coming!” she grunted, and I kept slamming into her until she relaxed her body and leaned back against the washer control panel again. “Why didn’t you come?” she asked, “I wanted to feel you coming inside me.” “Unfortunately, even though I was horny the instant I got here, the blow job and then the hand job pretty much tapped the source, Maria. Coming twice in thirty minutes is the best I can do.” I have been fortunate when it comes to sexual relations with women. I seem to have just enough to charm and entice women to want to have sex with me. It wasn’t until I met Maria, a chemist, that I realized just how much some women are obsessed with a guy’s ejaculate. Maria had just sucked me off in short order, but told me she could suck off ten or twenty guys and still want more ...