Stacy knew the laundromat was in trouble. In the five years since she’d taken over the business when her parents decided to retire, she’d operated at a loss every year.

The only reason the laundromat had survived this long was due to its prime location. Just a block away from the dorms of a major university, those students literally kept the business from failure. When the school was on its breaks, traffic inside the Fluff and Fold ground to a halt. And summer break was just six weeks away.

Even at thirty-five, Stacy still had the smoking hot body of a woman ten years younger. A statuesque 5 foot 9, she had dark brown hair and piercing green eyes, thin waist, 36C breasts without a hint of a sag, and a perfect bubble butt. Lord knows she’d spent enough time at the gym to keep it that way.

She wasn’t above using that to help her business. More than a few of the horny college guys showed up regularly just to ogle Stacy’s hot body. And Stosh, her maintenance and repairman was all too happy to provide discounted service for the occasional hand job or blowjob. With thirty washers and twenty dryers in the shop, maintenance was a major expense.

Stosh was about fifty. He had immigrated from Warsaw, and Stacy had to admit she liked that Polish sausage. Somewhere between 7 and 8 inches long and thick enough that she had a hard time getting her fingers all the way around it. She knew she’d mount him someday, but was holding out until the day she needed a really big favor.

That day came on a Wednesday. Some dumb ass art major tried to load up a couple of baskets of paint and turpentine soaked rags. The fumes ignited and burned out the motors of two washers.

Stacy grabbed a fire extinguisher and managed to contain the damage to just those machines, but repairing the damage was not an expense she was prepared to absorb.

Stosh arrived and inspected the machines. He delivered the news in his thick Eastern European accent.

“Iss bad. Both dead. Need to replace.”

Stacy knew she couldn’t afford it and Stosh wouldn’t be buying her new washers no matter how many times she slept with him.

Stosh went out to his van and returned with a portable framework to block off the machines from being used. It was about 7 feet tall and he hung thick black curtains around each machine, hiding them from view.

Stacy was apoplectic. She told Stosh that she couldn’t pay him right away, and asked for a week to get the money together.

“Iss okay,” Stosh told her. “No charge. You go check inside curtains. Make sure iss good.”

Not sure what he meant, Stacy stepped inside. Not only was the curtain around the 2 washers, there was also one that was in between, separating them from each other.

“Okay, whatever,” Stacy thought. She was about to step back out, when something caught her eye. About waist high on the curtain between the machines, there was a hole cut out. It was about a 6 inch circle, and Stosh’s cock was poking through.

“Oh… I get it,” Stacy realized. “Alternative payment.”

She knelt down and started stroking Stosh’s anonymous cock. It quickly came to life and Stacy fondled his balls which were also sticking through the hole. She put the head of his cock into her mouth. Because of his thickness, it wasn’t an easy task, but Stacy had learned to relax her jaw to take it in.

Stosh wasn’t circumcised, and Stacy stroked his foreskin up and down. She tried to take as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could, but only managed about half of its length before the thickness made it impossible to go further.

Stosh began driving his hips in and out, mouth fucking her furiously. Stacy was trying hard to breathe and still keep his now rock solid cock in her mouth. A minute later, she heard Stosh suck in his breath and let out a low groan.

Then he suddenly stopped thrusting and held still. His warm, salty cum pumped into Stacy’s mouth. Three, four, five huge shots filled her mouth, and Stosh wasn’t done yet. Stacy tried hard to keep it all inside, but it was useless. His seed spilled out and coated her chin, dripping down onto her blouse and into her cleavage. Stacy swallowed all of it that she could, but she was still a mess.

When she stepped out from the curtains, she was caught by surprise. A couple of male students were standing in front of her, holding laundry baskets and staring at Stacy’s cum covered chin and blouse, as Stosh came out the other side, hitching his belt.

One of them turned to the other. “I don’t know what they charge here for personalized service, but it looks like it’s worth it.”

“I’d pay extra to get THAT spin cycle,” his buddy shot back.

Stacy wiped the cum from her chin with a finger, and stuck it in her mouth as she walked past the boys, giving them a teasing, wanton look.

And an idea formed in her head.

A week later, Stosh put the finishing touches on the newest addition at the Fluff and Fold. In the back, where there had previously been a couple of tables for folding clothes was a set of three small, attached booths, with three separate doors. They were wood framed, with black painted drywall for the walls. A sign outside said “Special Service Folding Rooms." It would have been difficult to fold clothes in them, as there were no tables inside. Instead, the middle room had a single low stool and there were 6 inch circular holes on each of the side walls.

Stacy had placed an add on social media announcing there would be a new, personalized service every evening at the laundromat, costing only $40. It offered a promotion of free service to the first 10 customers. The ad proudly proclaimed "This new service will be glorious!" There were no other details, but knowing about the hot proprietress, several curious male students showed up, laundry in hand, to see what this new service might be.

Stosh told the first guy to get his laundry started, then step into the left booth. When he got inside, he was confused at first, not sure what was going on. Then, he saw a hand reach through the hole and grab his crotch.

Inside the middle booth, Stacy was nervous. Would this work? She knew if it didn’t she’d be forced to close the laundromat soon.

Hearing the first door open and close, she waited expectantly. When nothing happened, she realized the student didn’t know what to do. So she reached her hand through the gloryhole and took hold of his crotch. Then she used her finger to motion him towards the hole. Finally, it dawned on him what she wanted. A minute later, his slowly growing cock popped through the hole.

Stacy told herself, “It’s now or never,” and wrapped her lips around his cock. From the other side of the wall she heard him say, “Holy Shit!!” She went to work, sucking his cock head and stroking his shaft.

The poor kid didn’t know what hit him. In less than 2 minutes, he had shot his load into Stacy’s waiting mouth. He quickly zipped his fly and exited the booth in a total daze. Completely forgetting his laundry, he left the store and ran back to the dorms.

Seeing what had just happened, the other two guys looked eagerly at Stosh. “You go left. You go right.” Stosh directed them into the booths.

Inside the center booth, Stacy was thinking, “Well, that was easy enough. If they’re all going to cum and go this fast, I should start seeing a profit soon!”

Anticipating that it might get messy, Stacy was already topless, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She had stocked the booth with a roll of paper towels, a small wastebasket and a bottle of water. She had swallowed the first kid's load and there wasn’t much to clean up, but she knew that wouldn’t last.

Just then, she heard the door on the right open and close, quickly followed by the door on the left. Almost immediately, a fully erect penis was poked through the right hole. Seconds later, it was joined by another one on the left.

Stacy decided the best approach was multitasking. Taking one cock in her mouth, she reached back and started jerking off the other one. It took a little longer this time, but before long she was swallowing another load. Taking a quick swig of water, she turned around and started sucking on the cock she had been jerking off. Again, within a few minutes, customer number three was moaning and shot a big load down her throat. This kid had a lot more cum in him, and it spilled out of Stacy’s mouth and onto her breasts.

She hadn’t known how she was going to feel about this desperate venture, but Stacy realized she was becoming aroused. She loved the thought of multiple cocks in her mouth. Her pussy was tingling and she felt herself getting wet. She knew she wanted more and more cocks.

Still, she was regretting the promise of the first ten for free. She wasn’t sure how many guys she could handle, and really needed to start making some money.

Stosh was way ahead of her. Soon, the first kid came running back with four of his fraternity brothers in tow.

“We’re here for the opening day special offer,” one of them said excitedly.

“Sorry,” Stosh told him. “You are number eleven. Special offer iss over. Forty dollar.”

Without hesitation, all four of them reached for their wallets.

Three hours later, when Stacy finally told Stosh she couldn’t do any more, there was a line of horny guys stretching out the door.

“Iss closed now,” Stosh told the disappointed crowd. “Come beck tomorrow.”

Stacy had lost count of how many guys she’d serviced. She’d eventually taken off her shorts so she could finger herself while she was sucking all those dicks. She’d had multiple orgasms and had gone through most of the roll of paper towels mopping up not just the boys juices, but her own as well.

Counting up the night’s take, she figured out that she’d blown twenty-four paying customers, as well as the three promotional freebies.

After Stosh’s cut of $5 per paying customer, she had turned a profit of $840 for the night.

Four nights later, with another $3500 in the till, Stacy was thrilled, but exhausted. She knew she couldn’t possibly keep up this pace AND run the laundromat as word spread around the men’s dorms and fraternity houses.

Hoping to find help running the laundry side of the business, Stacy placed an ad in the campus newspaper.

The very next day, a pretty young lady came into the laundry with the ad in hand. She was a petite blonde with big blue eyes and a tight, fit body.

She introduced herself as Jenny, and told Stacy that she was a student on campus and lived in town with her parents.

"So what does the job entail?” Jenny asked innocently.

Stacy explained that she would make change for the washers, keep the floors clean from dryer lint and spilled soap, and help anyone that didn’t know how to operate the machines.

A look of disappointment crossed Jenny’s face.

“Oh,” she said. “I heard from some of the guys in my class that there was some special service thing here. I thought maybe that’s what this was about.”

Stacy was floored. She hadn’t even thought about bringing in another girl for the gloryhole, and she wasn’t sure how that would work out financially.

“Umm... okay, Jenny. If you were to work on that side of the business, how much would you expect to be paid?” Stacy was cautious with her words.

“Gosh, I hadn’t really thought about it,” Jenny answered. “I just love sucking cock. It totally gets me wet. How about maybe... $100 a night?”

Stacy knew from experience that in a typical night, Jenny would be sucking about 30 or more cocks. At $40 a pop, that worked out to about $1200.

“Let’s make it $200 a night,” Stacy countered. “I want to be fair.”

Jenny was thrilled. “That sounds great! My mom has been all over my ass about getting a part time job. I can’t wait to tell her about it!"

“Just tell her you’re working at a laundromat,” Stacy warned her. “No need to go into details.”

Jenny giggled. “Well I’m not going to tell my mom that I got a job sucking dicks!”

The very next night, Jenny started her new job. She and Stacy tag teamed, each going for about an hour in the booth before handing off to one another. Jenny was very enthusiastic. She swallowed a lot of cum, but before long her blouse and her hair were soaked with it. The cum was in her eyebrows, running down the side of her nose and glistening down her neck.

When there was still a long line at closing time, Jenny offered to stay on and finish the rest of the boys off.

Stacy kidded her. “I didn’t realize I was hiring a nymphomaniac! Are you sure your last name isn’t Dyson? Because you're really a vortex!”

Jenny just laughed. “I’d probably be doing this in the dorm rooms for free! Making money for it is really icing on the cake!”

Stosh was loving his new career as a part time bouncer. He had privileges to sample the wares whenever he wanted. And business was booming. Some of the horny frat boys were daily customers and some were even showing up twice in a single night.

Within a month, Stacy had replaced the two dead washing machines with brand new, state of the art models. Then she took out several of the older dryers to make space for another set of “Special Service Folding Rooms." Jenny had brought in a couple of her sorority sisters who were enthusiastic to help.

When the spring semester ended, the university announced there had been an unexpected spike in summer enrollments. Officials had no explanation.

Meanwhile, Stacy was raking in big profits and was even thinking about opening another location. Before long a new sign went up outside the laundromat. “Glory Fluff and Fold” was a smashing success!