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)
“Nobody else could ever be this good,” he says and I hope he’s right. I’m giving it everything I’ve got and more. I keep on giving. Keep on going. Keep on doing my filthy best.
“I’ve got to stop,” he says a few minutes later, and pulls away from me. “I’ll never come again after another round.”
I have no idea how long we’ve been playing, but he does.
“We’ve got less than an hour left,” he tells me. “I want to make it count.”
Fuck, we’ve been playing for two hours already. How time flies when you’re having fun.
“Let’s just take a minute,” he says. “I need to calm myself down.”
He doesn’t move off the bed, just lies down beside me, his fingers still brushing my bleeding slit. Hardly calm down material, but I make sure to keep my legs open as I roll towards him, keen to face him.
“Has period play always made you horny?” I ask him, curious.
“Yes. It has.”
“Do you know what started it? Where did it come from?”
He laughs. “Maybe I’m a reincarnated vampire.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I should call you Dracula.”
He brushes my hair from my cheek, eyes turning serious.
“It was a school swimming trip. A girl I fancied got out of the pool and there must have been something wrong with her tampon. She was bleeding all down her leg. She was so embarrassed that she ran off, all the way down the poolside, trying to push the tampon back inside her, but it made no difference. She was still streaming. Fuck, how I was fascinated. I thought about it for weeks, and those weeks turned into jerking off, and that jerking off turned into months, and years.”
“Did you ever get to play with her?”
“No, no. She ended up with one of the rugby players. He’d have knocked my teeth out if I’d so much as looked at her.”
I laugh along with him.
“Do you just play with entertainers? Or people in real life, too?”
“I’ve had some partners who didn’t mind getting fucked on their period, but as for this,” he gestures up and down my body, “not even close. It’s entertainers all the way, and even then, the best of them by miles has been you. I wasn’t joking.”
I get a tingle of shyness.
“Thanks.”
“That’s one of the reasons I chose you, actually. The girl with the tampon accident, she had long black hair and lovely big tits. Just like you.”
“I’m glad the choice worked out for you.”
“Sure did.” He kisses me again, just a peck on the lips this time. “Don’t worry. I’m not a stalker or anything, but I’ll be sending you plenty of proposals on a twenty-eight-day cycle.”
“You’d be more than welcome to.”
The figures click in my head. That would be as much as my full-time salary.
Holy crap. Three hours of hot work like this would add more to my bank account every month than my full-time salary. How fucking insane. And what a deal worth sealing…
I ask User 319 if he has any toys as well as his cock to use on me, and yes, he has a few dildos in a drawer. I hitch up and squelch as he fucks me with them, lapping up the mess between thrusts. He’s good at it. I’m worked up again in no time, just like he is. We shift so I’m in doggy position on the soggy plastic sheeting, and he eats me out like a beast from that angle, dildos cast to the side. It’s all about fingers now… fingers and tongue. A whole lot of fingers…
Shit. He’s pushing deep and scooping me out.
“Too much?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“No.”
He twists, and I know his thumb is pushing in along with his fingers. He’s using my dripping menstrual blood to lube me up for fisting… but it’s so tight and tender. Too tight.
“Ever taken a whole hand?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No. Not yet.”
“Want to?”
One particularly hard shove of his fingers gives me the answer. It will be too much. Too much for tonight.
“I’ll pay you,” he says, but I have to shake my head again, flashing him a genuine smile.
“Sorry, but I’m not ready for that.”
“But you could be? One day?”
My eyes meet his, and I tell the truth.
“Yeah, I could be. Definitely one day.”
“Great. I hope it’s with me.”
He rises up on his knees, and angles his dick towards my sore, dripping pussy, and I kind of wish I’d given a different answer when he pushes inside me so easily.
I want to be stretched open. I want to know what it feels like with someone’s whole fist in my pussy… and if it’s not User 319’s, it’s going to be someone’s. Someone soon.
Someone who’s paying a lot of money for it.
User 319 has a good enough angle with his cock that he hits my bruised G-spot like a pro. It sets me off on the road to a second orgasm, fisted or not, who gives a shit? I slam back against him as he ploughs me to the balls, and the wet slapping of skin to skin is so erotic it blows me away.