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 MF (Menstrual, Cons.) Last Night, Part 1 /???  By Megan

   I work as a legal secretary in a very good law firm.  It is a stressful
job but at least the pay is good.  I tend to like to go out with friends
and blow off some steam but last night, I really was reluctant to go out. I
did not really want to drink too much and really not wanting to go out,
however, they must have sensed that I needed it as they almost dragged me
out.  I had PMS pretty bad the past couple of days and I wasn't too keen on
going but relented in the end.  I started partying with my friends, and
ended up drinking and partying way to HARD!  Any sign of my negative
attitude or bitchiness just flowed away with the alcohol.

   I was going crazy as my friends and I downed shot after shot.  Everybody
was dancing the night away, and before I knew it we were all looking for
someone to hook-up with.  I was stumbling out of the bar with a random guy
whom I had been dancing and making out with inside.

   We soon arrived at my apartment.  It was totally unlike me as I started
kissing and making out with him.  I was so wasted, we didn't even talk.  I
wasted no time as I half dragged him into the bedroom.  "Damn, you are the
hottest woman I have ever been with," he said with lust in his eyes.  I
said nothing but smiled as I dimmed the lights and pushed him on to the bed
and started to kiss him deeply with my mouth and tongue.  He returned the
favor as I felt his hands glide under my shirt and grab at my bra encased
tits.  I let him do this a few minutes before I stopped him sat up and
pulled off my shirt and reached behind me and unclasped my bra.  I quickly
threw them both off the side of my bed and unzipped my jeans and pulled
them off as well and they joined the pile.  I sat their only in my panties.

   He reached up and grabbed my tits rubbing and massaging them.  I leaned
down and forward and let him take one nipple and then the other in his
mouth.  This got me so wet.  It always does.  However, tonight it felt
wetter and hotter than ever before.  I cannot remember the last time I was
so horny, I moved down and unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick.  I
was stroking it up and down with one hand while my other went to fondle his
balls.  "mmmmm," escaped his lips followed by a gasp as I lowered my head
and took all of him into my mouth.  I deep throated his cock as I could
feel my wetness growing and trickling down my leg.  Sucking cock is one of
my favorite things to make me hot.

   When I couldn't stand it anymore, I reached into my bedside table and
got a condom and put in my mouth and put it on his hard cock with my mouth.
It was a trick I had learned awhile back and it never fails to excite a
guy. I got up and straddled him, not wanting to delay any more, I just
pulled the crotch of my soaked panties aside and sat down on his cock. 
"Damn, you are my kind of girl," he said.  I was so wet that I just slid
down his erect pole.  I started to slowly rise and lower myself on him. 
Part of the time, I was just grinding on it rubbing my clit against his
pubic bone, other times; I was full-fledging fucking him.  I was so wet I
could feel my wetness on his balls and the base of his shaft.  This was so
hot.  I was so wet I slid around without having him pull out of me and
fucked him reverse cow girl style.  I reached down and played with my clit
as I fucked him hard.  I could feel him pulse and that pushed me over the
edge.  I had to bit my lip as I screamed out.  I could here him grunt as he
empted his seed into the condom.  I kissed him and fell of him satisfied.
He pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash and got up, zip up his
pants and kissed me one last time and said to me "Hope we can meet again."
"Maybe we will," I said.  He headed out the door.  I went to the bathroom
and as I was turning on the light, I remembered we didn't even exchange
names.  I had no clue what his name was or he mine.  I sat on the toilet
and looked down and half gasped and half screamed.  Blood was smeared all
over my legs and inner thighs.  My period had started.  I peed and wiped as
much blood off as I could.  I went the doorway of the bedroom and sure
enough, the bed looked like a massacre.  The sheets were stained pretty
bad. I went back into the bathroom and started the shower.  I was pretty
embarrassed.  Here was a guy who probably had a bloody mess on his shorts
and body.  I wonder how long it would take for him to notice.  The hallway,
the car, home...  I hope he was going home.  The thought of him heading
back to the bar with my blood on him both excited me and embarrassed me.  I
felt the blood again flow down my leg.  I reached down and felt my bloody
pussy.  I got into the shower and took the shower wand and sprayed off my
crotch and used a soapy loofah to remove all the evidence of the menstrual
sex.  I then used the vibrating massage on my clit till I came hard for the
second time that night.

   After drying off, I inserted a tampon, threw on a pair of tight jogging
shorts and a sports bra and proceeded to strip the bed.  I took the bloody
sheets down to the laundry room in my building.  As I got on the elevator,
I notice an older widower gentleman who lived a couple of stories above me
with his laundry.  I could see his eyes going to my sheets and seeing the
evidence of the blood.  Still feeling inebriated and a bit adventurous, I
told him it was my time of the month so as to make him think I just killed
someone in my apartment.  He nodded and smiled.  I saw his shorts rise a
bit as I blushed.

   "My Margaret use to be very horny during that time of the month," he
said.  "But that was a long time ago when I used to have sex." "She passed
away about 5 years ago," he continued.  We had reached the basement where
the laundry area was.  He continued to tell me about him and his wife. 
They used to swing together and I don't mean at the park.  He told me that
he hadn't had sex for the past five years.

   "Poor man, that is way to long to be without," I told him.  He agreed.
"I am too old to go to the bars and I don't want to hit the senior events
as most of the women are looking for a replacement of their husbands." he
said.  "I do not want to risk getting a disease or busted with a
prostitute." My reputation would be ruined.  He told me his name was
Richard Johnson and I told him mine.

   I could see he was getting a hard on talking to me as our clothes
washed. I walked up to him and rubbed his hard on through his shorts and
told him, that I would be honored to be his first since his wife.  It was
obvious that the shots were still working in me, lowering my inhibitions,
as I am normally a reserved person.

   He kissed me passionately, then picked me up and placed me on the washer
that was humming along.  He pulled up my sports bra and sucked on my
already hard nipples.  He quickly pulled down my pants and panties and left
them dangling on one of my legs as he pulled out my tampon and did what I
normally would never allow.  He placed his mouth on my sex and stuck his
tongue in my bloody pussy.  I was so hot I just laid there as the dryer's
vibration kept up it's effect on me.  He lapped me up till I came so hard I
was afraid that I would crush his head as I squeezed my legs together with
his head in between.

   He pulled me off the machine and had me stand and grasp the machine.  He
came up from behind and stuck his cock in me from behind.  It was so hot. I
could hear a noisy squish as he stroked in and out of me.  He fucked me
with solid strokes.  He reached around me and squeezed my tits and pinched
my nipples.  That did it for me as I started to cum for the forth time of
the night.  He fucked me hard and came a few minutes later.

   I pulled up my panties and my shorts covering the cum and blood covered
pussy.  I thought that cum in my panties was a new thing with me, as I
normally am a stickler about a condom but I was so hot, drunk and he
obviously didn't have too much random sex.  I also would not be likely to
get pregnant during my period.

   After about 15 minutes I got my sheets out of the dryer.  I could tell
that my shorts already had a spot in them as I didn't have another tampon
with me.  I kissed him good night and went up stairs to clean up and get to
bed.

   I awoke in the morning with a hangover.  Thank God it was Saturday. 
Then it dawned on me as I thought about his name.  No it couldn't be.

   I showered, got dressed and put up makeup on.  I grabbed a cute little
sundress I loved and sandals and went up to his apartment which was on the
penthouse.  I knocked and he answered.  I asked him what he did before he
retired.  He told me he was a lawyer.  I asked him what firm he worked for.
He told me he started Johnson, Dooley and Patterson Law Firm.  I could have
died of embarrassment as that was the firm that I worked for.  As, he
invited me in for coffee, I knew this was going to be the start of another
interesting day.
   Story to be continued...