Page 39 of The Naughty List

Ebony is right. I’m a hardcorer. I don’t care what the fuck is on his cock as I work my head for him, sucking him like a hungry slut. My mind is clear of everything but making him feel good.

His fingers fuck me as I suck him, and I’m fully prepared when he switches. He alternates his dick and dirty fingers on loop, until I swear I must have swallowed the whole load of his cum from my pussy. What a perverse version of strawberries and cream.

“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…

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