Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I hurry up the stairs and on through the doorway, and whoa, he’s prepared for me. Everything is covered in clear plastic sheeting. The bed, the floor, the bookcase. Even an old looking armchair he has by his wardrobe. He’s put white bedding underneath the sheeting, and it feels so clean in here with his magnolia walls, and white furniture, everything so light and bright, lit up by a cluster of three spotlights on the ceiling.
It's going to look like a murder scene when he’s finished with me.
“Take your dress off, please,” he says, shutting the door behind us. “I want you bare apart from those beautiful panties.”
“Sure, of course.”
I pull my dress up and over my head, knowing the bleed through from the fabric is likely going to make me even more messy. I kick off my heels and throw my bra to the side, and it’s just me in my stained white panties, standing in front of a guy who wants me so bad his hand is shaking as he points to the bed.
“Over to the mattress, please, on your back.”
“My pleasure.”
It feels so good when I take my position. I let out a deep breath of pure relief, relaxing as I open my thighs, with no more concern for bleeding in places I shouldn’t. I’m User 319’s plaything now. He can worry about the technicalities.
“Great choice of panties, Holly,” he says, the first time he’s used my name.
“Thanks, I was hoping you’d like them.”
“Like them?! They’re the hottest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.”
“I chose them especially,” I tell him, and his hand goes straight to his crotch again.
“Nice,” he says.
“Tell you what,” I say, with a wink. “You can keep them when we’re done, if you like.”
“I’d love to keep them when we’re done. How generous. Thank you.”
He looks like I’ve just offered him a cruise across the Atlantic, seriously. I should get a rush of the surreal, but those waves of WTF are leaving the old me in the dust. I’m becoming more of a filthy whore every minute, and it’s more of a confidence boost than I ever figured it would be – to be wanted so much by people willing to pay for it.
User 319 looks at me like I’m a goddess on plastic sheeting when he sits down on the bottom of the bed. He eases my knees wider apart, staring up at my stained panties as he licks his lips. His animal instincts begin to show; his gaze is fixed on my crotch as he strips himself, tossing his sweater, shirt and tie to the side. His trousers and boxers slide off easily along with his socks.
A regular guy with a regular body and a regular dick. I’m relieved he hasn’t got a monster, due to the tenderness of bleeding.
I wait for his move, watching him, watching me.
“Have you done this before?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Do you really mean that, or are you trying to make me feel special?”
I smile at him. “Honestly, I haven’t done anything like this before. You’ll have to give me instructions, since I’m a total newbie.”
“I will. I just hope it’s not too much for you.”
“It won’t be.”
I sound so sure of myself, staring right back at him, because I am so sure of myself.
I feel more blood pooling as it leaks out of me, so I use the opportunity to rub my wet panties, spreading more wetness down my thighs.
My client drops into a crawl on the mattress and takes hold of my legs. His tongue feels divine as he laps his way up my inner thigh, and I can’t believe this is hot, but it is. It really fucking is. I’ve always counted it as a curse that I get so horny on my period, not a blessing, but things are about to change this evening.
He licks one thigh clean, with long wet sweeps, moaning with every one of them. I’m tingling like crazy as he makes his way to my crotch, but he switches before he reaches my panties, turning his attention to my other thigh instead. He wasn’t joking when he said he liked period play. He’s licking his lips like he’s in a five-star restaurant, savouring every taste.
The taste of blood from my sopping wet pussy.
His mouth gets more desperate as he climbs, his hands tight on my knees as he pins my legs flat. I know what’s coming, and I urge him on, taking hold of the back of his head.
“Eat my pussy, please,” I whimper. “I need it so bad, I could scream.”
“We’re on the same page on that.”
He buries his face right in my crotch, slavering like a man gone insane. His whole face rubs against the dirty, wet lace, with his mouth open wide, and he’s grunting like a fucking bear.