Ever since she caught you drinking Dad’s whisky, your bitchy older sister Amber liked to blackmail you and use you like some sort of slave. She would send you down to the laundrette with all her dirty washing… the washing she didn’t want Mom to know about. Tiny thongs, little black dresses, padded bras and the other slutty clothes she liked to wear out with her friends when she was trying to find boys to fuck.
You would go at night, timing it carefully so the laundrette was virtually empty. There was usually nobody else there… well except for one guy. Tall… muscular, handsome and well dressed, he was always there at the same time as you. You saw how his eyes lit up the first time he saw your sisters clothes going round in the wash and he looked vainly for where the hot girl whose clothes these were might be. This was the sort of horny bitch he’d like to meet. But when he saw you taking the clothes out, he sneered with disappointment. But looking into his eyes there was some sort of connection. He stared intently at you and looked you up and down musing. Maybe he thought you were a cross-dresser but was dismissing the thought?
For some reason it made you feel equally embarrassed but equally angry. Did he think you were beneath his notice? Did he think you couldn’t look like a sexy girl if you wanted? You felt like you wanted to prove something to this guy. The next time you went to the laundrette you’d show him.
That night you shaved your legs and the rest of your body. You tucked your dick up and when it was time to go to the laundrette, you put on your sisters panties and padded bra under your clothes. This time when the guy saw you, he cocked an eyebrow quizzically. There was something different about you, he couldn’t tell quite what at first… but when he suddenly noticed your bigger chest his eyes widened and you saw him smile appreciatively.
It excited you beyond words. You’d never dressed like a girl before but it felt good. And seeing the reaction you’d had on the hot guy was exciting. You jerked yourself off into a frenzy still wearing your sisters clothes when you got back. You writhed, imagining you were a hot girl… imagining the guy touching you and kissing your neck… squeezing your breasts.
You needed more so the next time you went… you wore your sisters makeup and one of her tight teeshirts. The guy nodded at you and smiled. He liked it. He liked it even more when you began playing with your sisters dildo in your mouth in the laundrette, moaning like a little sissy and his dark eyes never left yours as he reached into his pants and began stroking himself.
The next time you went you went dressed fully as a girl… wig, make-up… high heels… everything. There was no one around and neither of you said anything as you sank to your knees in front of him dressed in your sisters slutty clothes and began sucking his cock.
He fucked your mouth and you moaned as you took it like a good slut. Your head span and you felt so alive for the first time in your life. This was what you wanted, what you needed. You didn’t even object when he pumped cum over your face and you sucked and swallowed like the dirty whore you knew you now were.
These days your sister is surprised at how eager you are to wash her laundry. The laundrette owners are also surprised at why their business has picked up at night. There’s a queue of young guys waiting to get inside and wash their dirty laundry. You’re only too eager to help them all…
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