Page 34 of The Naughty List

Life is so fucking good right now.

I’m even looking forward to my period…

Chapter Ten

User 319.Male. 43.

I want period play, so long as you’re a heavy flower. Right in the middle of your period. I want a wet and bloody cock from fucking and playing. No condom. I like it messy. Very messy. No tampon on the way over. I want you ready for it. I use waterproof sheets, and I like smearing. I play from home, and keep the sheets for later. Can you give me your wet, bloody pussy, please? I’d love to play with you.

Duration – 3 hours.

Proposal price – £2500.

I’m sittingon my long PVC coat in the cab on my way over to User 319’s place. I’m usually a tampon AND a pad girl, so this feels insane – knowing I’m bleeding through my panties by the second.

“Are we nearly there?” I ask the driver, as he indicates and turns down yet another street.

“Five minutes away.”

The PVC coat will hold it, I assure myself. I’ve got a pad and some fresh underwear in my bag for later. So, it’s just getting there I have to worry about. Only a few more minutes…

I don’t even bother looking where we are when the driver pulls up, just pay him his cash through the gap in the seats, and jump out, checking for stains as I go. Phew, it’s fine.

My thighs aren’t fine, though. They’re clammy and slick as I walk towards my destination, and I know full well I’m pooling in my lacy crotch. It must be a mess down there.

Here I am. House number 48.

I click onarrivedand climb up the three narrow steps to his doorway. It’s a nice house, tall and neat. Cost a fortune, no doubt, but regular. Nothing that stands out about it. Clearly, Idostand out, though.

I see a curtain twitch in a neighbour’s window. Her face is quite something as her eyebrows raise sky high. I nearly blow a kiss to her, but the door to my client’s house swings open.

User 319 matches his house. He’s tall and neat. Short mousy brown hair and clean shaven, with a shirt and tie underneath a sweater. Just a regular guy.

“Come on in,” he says, and I walk past with a thank you, afraid I’m going to be dripping blood all over the step outside, but that’s the least of my worries.

A Labrador dog comes straight for me in the hallway, tail wagging like a propellor as his head barges straight for my crotch. Damn it. I try to push him away, but he’s quite insistent. I must stink like a bitch in heat, literally.

“HARRY!” User 319 says, and points to the kitchen.

The dog takes one more long sniff at me before he does what he’s told, tail still wagging.

“Don’t worry,” my client says. “He’s a friendly guy, he can just get a little carried away.” He laughs. “A bit like his owner.”

I laugh back. “I’m sure he’s a very friendly guy. It’s nothisface I want in my crotch tonight, though. It’s yours.”

The smile on the guy’s face is priceless. “Indeed,” he says.

It feels bizarrely more intimate walking into someone’s home than it does walking into a hotel. User 319 has old looking family photos hung up in the hallway, and a portrait of his dog near the stairs.

He points to the kitchen as Harry walks on his way.

“Tea? Coffee? Juice? Anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, thanks. I really am about to bleed down my legs, though, so you may want to get me to my destination, asap.”

Fuck, how my client’s face morphs at those words. His big brown eyes widen, and he drops a hand to his crotch.

“Show me,” he says. “I want to see.”

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