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This is something that actually happened last Sunday night. No embellishment, no fiction, this is literally what happened.

My wife had a couple of drinks and ended up yelling at me over some petty nonsense. She felt really bad the next day, and offered to make it up to me. I was really stressed out since I was starting a new job the following morning, and for some reason being dommed by her is a great stress relief for me. Yet when I’m feeling strong and confident I like to be the dom. Go figure.

For some reason when I’m feeling weak and stressed, her domming me makes me feel right as rain. Maybe it’s because it’s so insane that it utterly distracts me? She is just crazy enough when she doms me that, outside of a minimalistic ground rule or two, I truly don’t know what exactly she will do. I get slightly nervous, and it’s really fun and exciting. On the other hand, when I’m feeling happy and confident, I like to dominate her more often. Coincidentally, we both really enjoy playing both roles, so it works out like a symphony.

Anyway, I told her to dom me to make it up to me. I’d read in studies that when a woman who is a squirter empties her bladder, and then is immediately turned on, her bladder will fill up rapidly with pretty much just water, and a hint of female come. This fluid is what everyone knows as squirt. Even better if she is well hydrated. This is beyond what is possible from just hydration alone, too. For some reason the arousal process causes squirters bodies to create, well, squirt! Nothing else can make this happen, and it cannot be faked.

A woman who is not actually turned on, and is just well hydrated and peeing will spray watery pee, and it will, naturally, taste and smell faintly like pee, and won’t have the pleasant addition of female come.

By stark contrast, only this process of arousal with a woman who is an actual squirter can create true squirt, which is odorless, tasteless (except sometimes the faint, and varied flavor of female come and pussy), and clear.

This means that, so long as she was empty when the arousal began, then whether the woman comes, and squirts, or just lets it out, it is the exact same liquid. Her body is filling with squirt either way. The only way it becomes piss again is if she stops being aroused, and her body goes back to filling her bladder with pee, instead of squirt (if it sounds confusing, or downright impossible, read my essay that I mention in the next paragraph, the study data does not lie, true squirt is amazing. It can be over 99% water, and is always going to be different than pee due to being further purified to levels that are impossible to reach for pee).

Nonetheless, despite having written some stories based on this scientific finding, and even an essay titled “What Squirt Actually Is,” I still had some doubts about the process I was pondering. Specifically about how squirt would taste that was not released during orgasm at all. Yet, getting just the ounces during a squirting orgasm or two, and then it being over, and the rest of the built up squirt being wasted in the bathroom seemed silly to me.

My wife had squirted into my mouth many times before. Once was a surprise that got my mouth, and then also all over my face! This squirt tasted and smelled exactly like water. Another time she squirted into a glass, and when I drank it siirt escort I was baffled as to how her squirt tasted precisely like matcha. Then I realized that, in reality, her squirt was so flavorless that it took on the very faint taste of the matcha I had drank from the cup earlier in the day. And, there have been many other times she squirted for me, too. I have smelled the towels she puts under her sometimes, even as they were completely soaked with her fluids, out of curiosity. It is truly amazing that her squirt has absolutely zero scent, and all I can smell is the towels themselves, and the faint detergent scent!

So, anyway, I told my wife all of this, about how she didn’t have to waste her squirt by mistaking it for pee, and she could, instead, use it all on me, and that that’s what I wanted her to do when she dommed me. That night she drank lots of water for several hours, and then at one point when I was walking into the bedroom, she was waiting for me. She was wearing nothing but a sexy black bra and panties with some lace.

Right as I walked in, she said, “Get on the fucking floor over there, on your knees!”

She tied my hands behind my back with a black neck tie of mine, and blindfolded me with one of her scarfs. Then I felt her pussy behind her underwear against my lips.

“You’re going to do whatever I say, aren’t you, you fucking slave?” she demanded.

“Yes, mistress,” I replied.

I licked her through her underwear for a few moments, until she moved them aside, and I could feel her warm pussy lips against my lips. The feeling and taste sent a thrill through me. I tongued her clit rapidly. Then she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back, and spit into my mouth. Her spit tasted minty.

She pushed me away, laid on the floor, and said, “Get on the floor, and eat my pussy!”

I awkwardly laid on the floor, on my side, and found my way to her hot cunt, and started licking. I could feel that she’d taken off her underwear. She pushed my face aside after a few moments and started fingering herself.

“Oh fuck yeah, you’re going to make me come!” she said, and then added, “Every time I pull my fingers out of myself, you need to lick them.”

She kept fingering herself for a while, and I kept licking her natural lubricants off of them when she pulled them out, for a few minutes, until she untied my hands and told me to put my fingers inside of her.

“The only reason I’m allowing your hands to be free is so you can finger me!” she said.

Then, as I thrust my fingers in and out of her, I felt her pussy squeeze them as she came.

She took off my blindfold, and said, “I want you to see this!”

Her amazing body, brown skin, black hair, beautiful face, wide hips, natural large breasts, and perfect, round ass were such a wonderful sight after being blindfolded.

She then rubbed her clit for a bit, and then said, “Open your mouth! Do not spill a single drop!”

I pressed my mouth against her pussy, and felt her stream pour into my mouth. It tasted like pure water, with an extremely vague hint of something very pleasant, like sweet black tea (inexplicably, as opposed to the matcha event!). She squirted into my mouth for a long time as I drank her down, gulp after gulp.

Afterwards she got up and stood above me, as I got to my silifke escort knees. She grabbed my beard where it’s longest, at my chin, and pulled my head up to her cunt.

I licked her clit, and she said, “No! I want you to taste inside of me!” and pushed my head between her legs, as she put one leg up on the bed.

I pushed my tongue inside of her, relishing at her flavor and wetness, as she pushed against the back of my head, making sure I got as deep as possible.

Then she laid on the bed, but with her legs and hips hanging off of the end of it. She gave me a clear drinking glass, and said, “Catch all of my squirt. Do not let any spill!”

She then masturbated, rubbing her clit, and fingering herself. She put her fingers in my mouth, and her female ejaculate and natural lubricant tasted slightly sweet, almost like coconut. Then she started to squirt. I watched the liquid shoot out of her, wildly for a moment, and all over the place, but then it became stronger, and focused into a powerful jet that sprayed into the glass, filling it almost half way.

She finished, and said, “Lay on the floor!”

I did, and she straddled my face, with her ass facing me, and said, “Drink it all! Any that misses, you will have to clean off of me!”

She then poured the squirt down her ass, and it rained onto my face as I drank as much as I could.

“I told you not to let any spill!” she said, angrily. “Clean it off of me!”

I licked her all over, getting all of the drips and streams of squirt I could see. Then she got up, told me to get up, too, and got on her hands and knees, showing me her perfect, proud and upthrust ass.

“Lick me clean!” she demanded.

I finished licking the rest off of her ass cheeks and thighs. Then she got to her knees facing me and took off her bra, letting her amazing naturally large breasts bounce down. She laid on her back again, grabbed me by the beard, pulled me toward her, and said, “This time, keep your mouth shut. You’re going to let it go all over your face and beard, and all over you.”

I leaned in, and watched her masturbate. She grabbed my head by the hair, making sure to keep it in front of her pussy, and then she started to squirt. I saw and felt it spray all over my closed mouth, chin and beard. I moved my head down, letting her stream wash over my forehead and cheeks, too, until she was finished.

“Okay, lay on your back.” she said.

She gave me one of the smaller towels that she had laid down to soak up spilled squirt, and said, “Wring this out into your mouth. My squirt is not going to go to waste!”

The towel was completely soaked, and a lot poured out as I squeezed it into my mouth. I could only taste the leftover laundry detergent kind of flavor that is in clean towels, as her squirt is so flavorless that it was well overpowered by it. I much preferred drinking her straight from inside of her body. Yet, it was still pretty sexy to be squeezing her fluid out of a towel. She watched, clearly enjoying the scene.

When I was finished, she took it and squeezed a last drop onto my tongue. I got the feeling she expected there to be more left in it, but I had thoroughly wrung it out Then I sat up, awaiting further instruction.

She told me she couldn’t come any more, and she had also said previously, silivre escort on another occasion, that she could only squirt in certain poses. However, now that I’d seen her squirt in that half off the bed pose, I knew she could do it while sitting on my face, too. I asked her if she would at least try and just sit, relax, and let loose, and she agreed.

This was it. The moment of truth. She was about to either prove the studies wrong, which would be miserable to experience, or prove them right, which would be exciting, and crazy. She moved over to me, and straddled my face, facing me, and leaning forward on her hands.

I was getting nervous. It really sounded like she was just going to let loose and piss into my mouth. I pressed my lips up between her labia, and felt her relax onto my mouth. She sat like that for only a moment, and then I felt a jet gush out of her, very strongly. It was hard to keep up with as I swallowed as rapidly as I could.

As she filled my mouth up, over and over with the remaining liquid in her body, I was filled with relief: it was squirt! It had no flavor but just water. I happily drank her down, and let her finish gushing, and draining herself into my mouth.

It was amazing since I’d never experienced her squirt like this before. No yelping, no moaning, no gyrating hips. Just silence, and her releasing a flood of squirt onto my tongue. The stream felt a bit stronger than the way it normally does when she comes and squirts. I assume this was because her muscles weren’t tensing in orgasm, but rather were just relaxing and letting her squirt gush forth into my mouth.

I was rock hard, and, as she finished, knowing that the part of this where she is domming me was ending, I said, “Get on that dick!”

She moved down, and shoved my dick inside of her pussy, which was still dripping with squirt, and rode me until I pulled out of her and came. It only took a few pumps! I normally have a great deal of self control, but this many squirts in a row, and the finale of my face just being straddled and the massive, intense, strong squirt drain drove me to have zero tolerance to stimulation, and to be ready to come immediately.

She got up. I laid there in ecstasy, relaxing on the floor.

“Well, did you like that? Was that what you wanted?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah!” I said happily.

Now I know that the studies were correct, and her body basically converts her bladder into a squirt container so long as she is aroused! This means that instead of just a few squirting orgasms, and then wasting the leftover squirt, she can also simply release herself once she’s unable to keep coming, and I can enjoy a flood of squirt at the end of any squirt focused sex sessions!

And, dear reader, I hope it becomes clear why my stories are so heavy on sexy, outlandish squirting stories! This real story is an example of what my life is actually like, so, naturally, the fiction I dream up exceeds it. If my wife was boring, and not even a squirter, my stories would probably be much more down to earth. It might be a big deal to write about a woman who squirts even one ounce of liquid once in a blue moon. However, my wife is a fucking gusher, and her squirt tastes so amazing, so my fantasies are always even more women like her!

In fact, one of the main reasons I write is because my wife has set my standards so high, and in such a specific way, that there simply are no porn videos, no stories, nothing that is anywhere near what I already get at home. All of those bore me, so I create worlds where things are even crazier than my actual sex life.

I guess you could say I’m a pretty lucky guy.

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