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.

Then I pee too. Our bathroom has two showers. So even if we take a bath together, we have two shower rooms. Soren is in one shower room and I am in the other. I took off my clothes and only left my panties. I opened the shower and rinse my whole body using the warm water. I took the Dove White Beauty Bar soap and soaped my whole body with that. After it, I applied a Rahua Voluminous Shampoo to my hair. I rinse it after applying shampoo. I also applied RICH conditioner to make my hair shiny.

I asked, falling back onto my legs. “I didn’t put anything in it. I made it black, just the way you like it, same as always.” “It didn’t smell right,” I replied. “Hmm, I’ll check the expiration date.” He put his hand out and helped me up. I sniffed. “Ugh, this washroom smells awful. I need to clean it.” “Didn’t you just clean it the other day?” he asked, looking at me funny. “It definitely needs to be cleaned. I’m about to throw up again from how strong it smells.” I wrinkled my nose, pulling open the washroom cabinet door to get some bleach.

For a moment, the air between us felt too heavy, too charged. I was the first to look away. Hunter exhaled, the sound somewhere between boredom and amusement, before reaching for the bowl of bleach again. He pulled a chair closer, the legs making a muffled scraping noise against the plush carpet, and plopped down beside me. Without a word, he dipped the brush into the thick mixture and started applying it to a streak of his own hair, right beside the crimson one already there. I arched a brow, watching him. “What the hell are you doing?”

I took a deep breath before walking towards the bathroom and began peeling off my clothes. I picked up the body scrub and began scrubbing my body hard to remove the disgusting feeling but no matter how hard I scrubbed my body I couldn't take the feeling away.. I switched to a hot shower and began scrubbing once again and tears rolled down my cheeks but of course I wasn't feeling better.. I scrubbed so hard till my skin had become red and itchy.. I threw the brush away angrily and got into the tub which was filled with a hot bath and that made my skin even more reddish..

I pulled away but not before leaning to kiss him again on the lips, I nibbled on his lower lips as he chuckled. As I walked away pulling myself away from his reach I felt his hands as they smacked against my round ass. He chuckled as I walked into the bathroom… I watched as the water drained away the invisible dirt only my mind could see, my hair matting as water poured from the faucet. I worked my hair first, finding the perfect roseberries shampoo and scrubbing my skin hard till I could sense that it was literally peeling off Pure black that would have been the color of the dirt draining off down my feet if I could.

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 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.