Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

Damn him. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the view, but I don’t like my woman down on her knees. Especially with a little bun in the oven and with all this bleach.” Amber tsked at him, “Don’t you start. I’m pregnant not dead. It needed to be done and a little bleach never killed anyone.”

The Beckham brothers absolutely want this, one hundred percent. So I decided to go for it. Standing up once more, I grab the shower head. It’s the kind that’s flexible with a long metal cord, and I blast the water at my chest, letting it pummel my boobies. But that’s not enough. Turning back to the men, I lean over, showing my holes again, letting them look right up my pussy and ass. Wiggling a bit, I taunt them, giggling over the hissing sound of spray.

They walked over to the bathroom door and peered inside. Mikayla was on her hands in knees at the side of the bathtub, scrubbing away at the inside of the tub. The smell of cleaning chemicals was strong in the air. She was wearing a pair of black cotton shorts that hugged against the plump cheeks of her butt. The boys stood dumbfounded in the doorway. The scrubbing action was causing her ass to shake slightly from side to side. Ben and Max watched intently for a few minutes.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

Who knows what would transpire if the devil had to come back in here. I went to the small bathroom, filled with limescale and rust. Grandma tried everything to get them out, but she said that the bathroom needed remodelling. I quickly cleaned my teeth and styled my thick curls in a bun. I noticed tiny black and blue bruises under my chin and neck, so I opened the cabinet and took out the tube of makeup that Bianca got me, particularly for this; to cover up the marks of the devil. Tears spilt from my eyes as I conceal my abuse.

I'm not exactly a hand job kind of girl. I open the cabinet beneath the sink and surprise, surprise find dish soap, bleach, and scouring pads. No rubber gloves, though. I look at my nails. They're not in the best shape to begin with. The polish on them has seen better days. "So much for my velvet soft hands," I mutter jokingly.

But then it was their turn. "Your turn," I said to my curly haired shower buddy. She smiled and handed me the cloth before turning around, shaking her perky ass at me. I added more gel to the cloth and began working down her back and spent a generous amount of time on her perfect little butt. As Hayley turned around so I could do her front, Tori joined in, rubbing her freshly soaped cloth across her friends hips and stomach while I made sure her tits were clean.

Bethany was draped in a neon pink chiffon that hurt to look at. “I heard about the restaurant, Maggie,” Bethany said, cornering me before I could even reach the bar. Her smile didn't reach her eyes—it never did. “You’ve always been so desperate for attention. Poor Eddie. He must be humiliated to have a wife who throws tantrums in public.” I adjusted my silk clutch, letting a small, lethal smile touch my lips. “The only thing humiliating here is your attempt at a fashion statement, Bethany. You look like a highlighter that’s running out of ink.”

It read: "Go grocery shopping for unavailable items in the house. I'll deal with you if these items are not home by the time I get back from work" I sighed and searched for money or a credit card on the table. But she didn't leave any for me. How am I supposed to pay for these items? I screamed and walked away to my room feeling broken. I looked at the makeup items lying on my sofa. I started applying the foundation and at the same time, releasing a tear. Do you even understand my pain? I mean this is not a life!!! Yes, the scar was gone and that alone made me smile. I went on to apply nude lipstick since it matched my skin color. I had a caramel complexion but, on my back, it was a blend of

ALEXANDER "FUCK!" I quickly kick the doors of the bathroom open and find my way towards the toilet, kneeling before it and gripping the marble with every bit of remaining strength in my hands. My head hangs lower and closer to the toilet seat, disgusting me to the core, although I knew this was easier than letting myself go on the floor. I open my mouth and, in a second, colored liquid gushes out and into the drain, staining the white marble a loathsome scent and a foul hue. I heave again and the toilet is run with more of the revolting liquid, making me clench harder.