Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

I had no choice but to do as he pleases. “Get the fuck out of my sight, I don’t want to set eyes on you for the rest of the day!” he instructed fiercely, after forcing me to swallow his diseased cum. I gladly obliged his request, I went up to my room and I went straight to the bathroom. I forced my hand down my throat, forcing out his cum, then I had a hot bath. I made sure I scrubbed his stench off of me, brushing my mouth so hard that I hurt myself in the process.

She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands. "You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire. I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!

She scooped the basket of hard bleach off Effie hands. "You don't need so many cleaning agents for one toilet." "Here," She handed them three different brands of antiseptic and bleach. "This should be enough." *** Credits to G****e on hotel staffing info.

I have been brushing my forehead for half an hour to let go of the ink from my face. " I hate you to hell," I shouted inside the bathroom. After the ink was removed. I changed my dress and went out of the washroom.

I like the way all these men tell me exactly what they want instead of making me guess things and get them wrong, like I did with Axel. I go to the sink in the kitchen. Callan fishes a couple of plastic bottles from the box. He opens them and pours creamy white goo into the dark purple liquid. Shaking the bottle, he says, “Bend over the sink and let your hair hang into the basin. I do as I’m told. He gets behind me and squirts the goo into my hair, all over, until it’s completely covered. “Now I’m going to massage this in, and then we wait for it to set.”

"... maybe you can sit at the kids' table. You've put it all off for too long. You are out of options." My chest heaves with the crushing weight of my impending fate. My white lace bra barely contains my DD breasts as I attempt to fill my lungs with a strengthening breath. Carefully, I lower my blouse under a cool stream of water. As I gently rub the stain, the spot begins to fade. Things begin to look up, until... "Yes, in here..." A woman's voice coos near the bathroom door. Shit! "Of course," I mumble, clenching my damp blouse to my bare stomach and quietly slipping into one of the stalls. As I shut the door, the outside door crashes open.

I wince, suppressing a groan. “Maggie,” I say weakly, “calm down.” But she doesn’t hear me, still spiraling about her imminent doom. I shake my head and make my way to the bathroom. The thought of a shower feels like a monumental task. The cold water. The soap. Ugh. I glance at the mirror, and my pale complexion stares back at me. Deciding that today is not the day for full hygiene, I settle for a quick essentials-only wash. A package sits in the corner, just as Mom promised. I open it, find the thickest pads I can, and double-layer them. Better safe than sorry.

Considering the smell, I did not even want to imagine what filth lay beneath that skin. I opened the door and hurried to the bathroom. The night was quiet and still, my footsteps being the only thing I could here as I made my way to the end of the hallway. When I reached the bathroom, I literally grabbed soap and started applying it on my teeth. No, toothpaste wasn’t going to be enough to get rid of whatever bacteria and viruses Dane had tried to put in my mouth. Using my hand, I scrubbed my teeth and tongue, making sure the antibacterial soap got everywhere. My mouth stung with the bitter taste of soap but I paid not mind to that. I continued to scrub until I was satisfied that I had got ri

~~ Dahlia ~~ The second I slammed my hotel room door shut, I bolted straight for the bathroom like a woman possessed. Not for the toilet, not for the shower… no. For the sink. I snatched my toothbrush like it was a weapon, slapped toothpaste on it like I was squeezing venom from a snake, and shoved it in my mouth. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. “Oh my God, oh my GOD,” I garbled around foamy bubbles, staring at my own reflection like I was in a horror movie. “I’ve been assaulted. My lips have been… contaminated. I need bleach.“

“Lush Acne Cream can get rid of the white spots left behind after using other types of acne cream.” In California, Claire Assex pointed and laughed loudly at the news. “Brittany has really gone out of her mind. She actually made such a dumb bet in front of everyone. How much money does she think she has? She’s already beginning to waste it foolishly! I’ll watch how she falls. When the time comes, she’ll fall to the ground and have all her bones crushed.”