Chapter 10

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 on arrived and 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, I do stand 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 not his face 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.”

“Right here?”

“Yes, right here. Give me your coat and show me your thighs.”

I hand him my coat, and he hangs it on the banister along with my bag, fumbling to make sure they’re balanced. My heart is racing as I wait for his attention. I picked out a tiny black satin dress that barely covers my ass, and kept my legs bare on purpose. I don’t need to look down at my thighs to know they’re trailing blood. I gave him my heaviest flow day, just like he asked for.

As well as my short dress and bare thighs, there’s something else I picked out for User 319. I hope it’s an ace card that will lead to another five-star review…

“Want to see more?” I ask him, and he nods, with no concern for the cream carpet.

I hitch my dress up higher, slowly, inch my inch, to reveal the ace card. He groans out loud as my choice of lace panties come into view, pure and white. Only they aren’t white anymore. I test my crotch with my fingers, and they come back soaked in blood.

“My fucking God,” he says. “Get upstairs now, please. The bedroom door is open. First on the left.”

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.

I tip my head back, eyes closed as I revel in the feeling. I can smell myself, dark and metallic, and it’s beyond crazy to hear how much he’s enjoying it. He tugs the crotch of my panties away from my pussy and grips the fabric in his teeth, sucking so hard that I can hear his breaths through his nose.

“Delicious,” he says when he’s sucked them clean.

I’m ready to beg for his mouth back on my pussy, but I don’t need to. He tugs my panties off and teases my wide-open slit with the tip of his tongue, swirling just a little around my clit before pulling away.

“Tease,” I say, with a dirty laugh.

Time to tempt him beyond restraint.

I push down through my pelvis with everything I have, and he groans loud, working his dick in his hand.

“You’d better be saving your cock for where I need it,” I tell him. “You want it in my wet, streaming pussy, don’t you?”

He smiles, but he doesn’t look up at me. His eyes are fixed on the mess between my legs. I wonder if it’s pooling on the plastic sheeting.

“Don’t worry, my cock’s going to be right the way inside you when I come,” he says.

“Good. That’s a relief.”

“I want some other things inside you first, though.”

“Be my guest. Your wish is my command.”

His wish is my command. It’s becoming so easy to say it now. It’s becoming so easy to feel it.

User 319’s fingers splay me open as I clench and push, clench and push to keep the river flowing. I’m pushing hard when he slips his fingers inside me, and it feels so good that I have to moan.

“Fuck, I’m so sensitive,” I tell him and it spurs him on.

He squirms his fingers around and it sounds so dirty wet, it’s incredible. He brushes his thumb against my clit, and I grip the sticky, hot sheets, aching for more.

“You really do like this, don’t you?” he asks.

I can’t hold back a grin. “I’m pretty sure you can tell I’m being serious.”

“A load of girls aren’t, you know. A lot of them just lie there for the money, pretending they’re horny until I’ve had my fill.”

“I’m not one of those girls.”

“No,” he says. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

I’m still grinning. “You haven’t had me yet.”

“Trust me,” he says and looks so weird with my blood on his lips and chin, “I can always feel the vibe and it’s usually a case of going through the necessary motions until the time is up and the job is done. But not with you, Holly. You’re giving off horny vibes like you mean it. Like you’re into this as much as me.”

“Glad to hear it,” I tell him. “But it’s you that’s making me horny.”

“How so?” he asks, wanting to hear the words.

“I’ve never done this before, like I said, and didn’t know what to expect, but I never in a million years thought it would turn me on like this. You turn me on when you moan against my filthy pussy. It’s so hot, it’s insane.”

User 391 sighs and looks at me adoringly. I feel so at ease that I coax his head back towards my crotch, wanting it as much as he does. He lands his mouth on my pussy, and my shudders are all real. His tongue is on the right spot, just perfect.

“There!” I cry out. “Suck, please!” I beg, and he does.

Jesus Christ, the buzz of his moans as he sucks drives me wild. I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come for him already, and I can’t stop it. I can’t. I flail, and gasp, gripping his head in a vice.

“Yes. Harder, harder!” I cry out, and his fingers pump inside me, so sloppy.

I come like a thrashing banshee for my client, with his mouth against my wet, bloody clit. I feel every detail. Every touch and tease, and every squelch of his fingers. Every nerve in my whole damn body is on fire. The room is spinning, and my chest is heaving, and I’m flying as high as a kite as the waves ripple through me.

Pure.

Fucking.

Bliss.

Whoa, I’m heady on the comedown, smiling up at the ceiling as my client keeps his face between my legs, still lapping at my slit as I bleed for him. He’s spoiled me rotten, so now it’s time for me to do the same in return. He’s the one who is paying, after all.

Get with it, Holly.

I slide my fingers down to my crotch, curling them inside before pulling them out, nice and wet for him. I love the feeling of his flat, desperate tongue as he sucks my fingers clean over and over. It’s only when I whisper wait that he pauses, still looking up at me like I’m a goddess.

Time to show him I am one.

I hitch myself up and use four fingers this time – two from each hand. What a lovely stretch as I spread my pussy open…

I cake all four fingers in blood and trail them up my body, teasing my nipples as he watches.

“You like that?” I ask him, and he gives me a smirk.

“You already know the answer.”

I do it again. More wet fingers to smear my tits with blood.

“Come on,” I coax. “I want you up here.”

His tongue is already out as he hauls himself up and over me. The heat of his body feels so fucking good over mine. My fingers are messy when they tangle in his hair, guiding his mouth to one of my blood-smeared tits, my nipples hard as bullets.

I feel his hard cock against my thigh and fuck, how I want him inside me. My pussy is screaming, but I’m not giving in. Not yet. I can’t… this is all about him.

His lips are puffy, and his cheeks are a mess with my blood. He’s so up close as he feasts on my dirty tits that I can practically taste him. The scent in the air is primal.

I had no idea I’d like his fantasy this much.

Maybe Ebony is right. Maybe I’ll be more of a hardcorer than I think I am.

Time to start acting like one…

My heart is pounding as I wriggle to get his attention. My thumb brushes his dirty cheek as I say words I never thought would be coming from my mouth.

“Kiss me.”

He looks as shocked as I feel.

“What?”

“Kiss me,” I say again. “I want to taste what you’re tasting.”

He smiles a lovely smile, so warm through the filth.

“Really? You want me to kiss you?”

“Really.”

“I can’t believe you want this. You’re the real deal.”

“Neither can I, and yes, I am. I’m the real deal.”

“I should get you a drink,” he says, “you’ve never done this before, the taste can be quite… heavy.”

I remember what Eb said, a drink to wash it down. But fuck it, I don’t want to spoil the moment. His moment.

I shake my head no. “Kiss me,” I tell him again. And again he smiles adoringly.

He licks my lips before he kisses me, and I open my mouth wide. My tongue is already swirling with his before his lips land on mine. Dirty. The kiss tastes like iron and feels like sin. It seems the most natural thing in the world as we mutually position ourselves. He pushes his cock inside me, and in some surreal, alternate universe, this would be nothing more than making out while making love.

My pussy needs this. It’s screaming, right from the depths. The thrusts are so slick, but so satisfying, and if he wasn’t pumping his hips so quickly, I’d be ready to come again. But he does pump that fast. He pumps like a piston, out of control, cursing right into my mouth as he unloads into me.

“Fucking hell, just fuck–” he groans, and I’m smiling, my own orgasm irrelevant.

He collapses onto me when he’s done, kissing my neck while I’m grinning at the ceiling.

“I have no words,” he says, and I giggle.

“You don’t need any. I just hope that’s not game over.”

“Well, that depends…” he says, voice trailing. His stare is full of dirty lust as he looks at me. “It depends on how dirty you can be.”

“I’d say I’ve been pretty dirty already, wouldn’t you?”

“You’ve been seriously fucking filthy, yeah. But there’s more to come. We can play harder, and you can earn more. Just say the word.”

It’s like a crash of lightning on a summer’s day. I get a twist in my stomach at the realisation this is still all about the cash, despite everything. I’m still Holly the whore, with a bank account waiting for a payout. Preferably a big one.

Being Holly the whore makes my answer a no brainer.

“I’ll be as filthy as you want me to be.”

With that, User 319 pulls his cock free and clambers up to the side of me. His cock is dripping with cum and blood, an absolute mess, already swelling fresh.

“Your turn to suck,” he says, and my insides are twisting, even though my clit is still pulsing. “Do it,” he tells me. “Suck me clean.”

Can I do it? Can I? Suck it and see… I hear Ebony’s giggle.

I open wide for his filthy dick and he’s swollen hard again when he guides it into my mouth. I’m glad he’s such a quick riser.

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…

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.

We’ve only got ten minutes left when my client comes inside me for the second time. He fetches my bag from downstairs and I use his bathroom to wash myself down, taking a huge glug of water to wash the taste away. I feel weirdly sad to be leaving here in fresh underwear and a sanitary towel. At least I’m leaving my dirty ones behind as a memento. He’s already stored them away in his top drawer.

My client offers me a coffee as I grab my coat, ready to go. Part of me wants to stay, but for sensibility’s sake, I have to say no.

“I have work tomorrow,” I tell him. “Bedtime for me.”

“Work? For real? You take clients in the mornings?!”

I shake my head.

“No, sorry. Work work. I have a day job, too. I’m not an entertainer all the time.”

“Wow. What a busy girl.”

Seems like I’m definitely becoming one.

I give his dog, Harry, a decent fuss before my cab turns up, and feel weirdly lonely as I say goodnight.

“See you next month,” he says, and I kiss his cheek. Clean this time.

“We may need to skip a month, I’m sorry. I’m off to Australia for Christmas with my family. They emigrated a few years ago.”

“Right,” he says.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure there are plenty of entertainers on the books before I get back.”

The sparkle in his eyes is beautiful for a cute normal guy, living in cute normal suburbia with a dog called Harry.

“I’d rather wait for you,” he says. “See you when you’re back and flowing, and every other month you’ll have me.”

That will be every month, then.

The cab driver beeps like an idiot on the street outside, so I leave User 319 to it, and set off for home, less worried about the seat this time. We’re still crossing London when a notification sounds out from my phone. User 319’s review of me is even better than the others.

Five stars and more.

The best entertainer on the market, and believe me, I’ve tried a lot of them. No fakery, no grand ego, no playacting. Nothing but a beautiful, hot girl who loves filth, and makes you feel like a million dollars. She’d be worth that, seriously. If you have a million dollars going spare, then give it all to her. You won’t regret a single bit of it. Period play was my happy place with her tonight, but I’m sure she’d turn her hand to anything – and likely come while she’s doing it. Do yourself a favour and book Holly now. Just not on the days I want her. I’ll be a repeat customer every month, I can assure you.

The review sounds like him, and it almost chokes me up, it’s such a compliment. Crazy really, being choked up with pride for swallowing cum and period blood for three hours straight.

I check my account and he’s given me a full 1k bonus. I get another wave of pride as I see my balance totting up, and another wave of want between my legs – half tempted to get the driver to turn the cab around and go right back there.

There’s only one conclusion to draw from that though, isn’t there? My filth runs far, far deeper than I ever thought it did.

I call up a chat window to Ebony.

You’re right. I think I might be a hardcorer. Creamgirl better watch out. I’m coming for her.

I end it with a line of laughing emojis, but I’m not all that sure I’m laughing.

I want to be the star at the top of the naughty list tree one day, and I just know I’ll do whatever it takes.