Laundry room encounter: How I got to fuck the building doorman

Laundry room encounter turns into the perfect blackmail opportunity

Ever since I moved into this condo, I have had the hots for concierge Tony Lorenzo. He was a tall dark handsome  Italian guy, who had no interest in fucking me. He said I was a good girl and to call him when I learned to be naughty. Well, luck showed up at my door just as I thought I was never going to get me some of that hunk of a man. Actually, luck showed up at the condo’s door. As I was walking into the condo’s basement, I knocked on the open door and heard strange noises from inside. To my shock, there on the washing machine was a couple getting hot and heavy in a little naughty laundry room encounter.

Quietly peeping through the laundry room door, I see an older, sexy blonde on her knees. Then I noticed it was Mrs. Lambert from the 15th floor. Yet, Mr. Lambert was gone for business. That cock worshiping harlot! She was sucking off Tony, the buildings concierge!

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and took pictures and video of the event. I am going to use this little laundry room encounter to get me a night with Tony.

“Cum” to my apartment tonight or your little laundry room encounter becomes public!

Later that day, I walked to the counter to say hi to my sexy Tony. Then I showed him the images from my phone. Tony’s eyes widened, and his tan complexion disappeared from his face.  I reminded Tony that Mr. Lambert is a very influential man.  Rumours have it that the last guy that fucked his wife disappeared.  “I am sure you would not want me to tell Mr. Lambert about your little laundry room encounter with his precious trophy wife. Right?’ I said.

“Fine, what do you want?  Money?” Tony barked with a sour expression on his face.

“Come on, stud muffin, you know what I want. You need to be at my apartment tonight at eight o’clock. Oh, and make sure to wear something sexy, ok toots…” Then after slapping him on the ass with a mischievous grin I head into the elevators.

Finally, I get to taste some Tony beefcake, I have heard so much about…

After what felt like an eternity, I heard a knock on the door. So I say in a sexy voice, “come in” like in the old timer movies. For a second, I paused and thought, should I have asked to meet at the laundry room? We could have had our own laundry room encounter. Too late now. Meanwhile, Tony pushed the door open, slamming it against the wall.

“This is what you wanted?” Tony whipped out his hard ten-inch girthy brown cock. Then walked into my apartment and slammed the door shut. A minute later, Tony is ripping the lingerie off my body and rubbing his cock against my wet pussy lips. The moans that escape my mouth are so loud that Mrs. Chen, from the apartment next door, started to bang on the wall while screaming, “SHUT UP!”

God, he hasn’t even put it in my cunt and I am screaming out of control. What is going to happen when he starts to fuck me?

This was not as good as Mrs. Lambert’s laundry room encounter…

Almost as if he could read my mind, Tony pushed his hard dick in my in dripping snatch. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts when Tony tightened his body and gushed into my hole without warning.

Tony lies on me panting, then kisses me and rolls over on the bed.

“That was amazing, what a tight pussy… damn!” Tony uttered as if he had just finished running a 5k marathon

That’s it? Your little laundry room encounter was my ticket to fuck you, and you nut in three pumps! Infuriated, I pushed him into the hallway and threw his clothes on the floor…

I guess some laundry room encounters are best kept in the laundry room… If you want to be my hero and ravage me until I beg you to stop, call me and make me cum for you.

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