Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

I'm sitting on the couch one day and my wife suddenly walks into the living room wearing nothing but emerald green silk and lace bra and panties. She straddles me and tells me she wants me to drink nothing but her squirt from now on. Blood rushes to my dick. She starts kissing me and I smell her rich essence in her neck and hair.

She pulls back and says, "Do you understand?"

I assume she's playing a dom game, so I say, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she says with a mischievous smile. She then grabs my shirt collar and pulls.

I stand up and follow her to the bedroom. Watching her wide hips swaying and her perfect, round ass, I'm enthralled. Once I enter the bedroom she tells me to lay on the bed. She says, "Close your eyes."

I close them and lay there, waiting. Then I hear the bed creak slightly and feel her positioning herself above me. Then she squeezes my lips apart and spits into my mouth. Some goes onto my cheek so she smears this with her fingers into my mouth. I swallow it all. It tastes minty and delicious.

Then she lowers herself. I feel her pussy press between my lips. I look up and see her straddling my face. Her slight bush is soft against my nose as she rubs her breasts and tilts her head back. At this angle, looking up at her, her mound and stomach are framed so perfectly between her soft thighs and sloping hips.

"Lick my clit," she says.

I lick her for a few seconds as she whines and moans.

"Oh fuck! Open your mouth!" she yelps.

I open my mouth and she gushes all over my face for a moment. Some of it splashes across my right eye and I close it. Then she presses her pussy against my lips and continues to gush. Her juices taste like water, only better. They are water infused with pure female sexual essence. I drink them voraciously as she gushes a great deal. She is hydrating me and it is glorious to drink directly from her pussy. I wonder if she's really going to try to ensure I drink only her juices? And, if so, for how long?

A few more mouthfuls of her hot liquid swallowed, and she's done. She's smiling down at me and dismounting. She grabs my dick and gives it a couple of pumps, but backs off. She knows that if I come, this is over. But, so long as I hold off on coming until she's finished with me, I will relish in tasting her and drinking her.

She puts her panties back on and we go back to the living room and things carry on like normal. I'm considering whether or not this is about to prove all the internet trolls correct: squirt is just pee. I mean, obviously it's 99.9% water when a woman is turned on and has just emptied her bladder right before sex, but what about now? I look at my wife. The beautiful goddess. Large natural breasts, amazing hips, and just the right amount of thickness, without any excess fat. Full lips, bright, large brown eyes, and long, silky black hair with blond highlights. I look, and I ponder as minutes turn into a half hour, and that blurs into the next hour: is she just going to piss into my mouth and expect me to drink it? She's just watching TV and scrolling on her phone. Certainly doesn't seem turned on, which is required for the female body to produce squirt, instead of piss.

My thoughts are pulled away from me as she turns to the side on the couch and spreads her legs. "Come here," she says as she moves her panties to the side.

I lean down to lick her pussy. As I do, I note she's been drinking a lot of water. And, again, I start to realize that this might be where squirt is really just piss. She hasn't gone to the bathroom, and she hasn't been turned on. I'm licking her pussy. She's pushing the back of my head and bucking her hips against my lips, and I'm wondering if she's just going to use my mouth as a toilet so she doesn't have to get up off the couch.

She gets up, then, and beckons me to the bedroom again. Laying down on the bed, at the edge, she removes her panties and tells me to get on my knees. I do so, and she guides my head down, between her legs. I lick her for a moment, and look at her superb pussy. Soft brown outer lips and perfect clit. Inner lips that are a darker brown than her skin tone, and just the right size and shape. I lick her pussy from bottom to top, taking this all in, and then she yelps, and starts to gush. We lock eyes as her squirt flows into my mouth. It's the moment of truth. I let it flow over my tongue and fill my mouth before I swallow. I am shocked. It's not piss! It tastes like her squirt always does: pure water with a pleasant musky, faintly earthy flavor of the divine feminine. I enjoy the warm orgasmic juices flowing onto my tongue, shocked and relieved that, somehow, the female body works this strange and unlikely miracle. We keep eye contact for a few more moments as she is completely emptying all of her squirt into my mouth and I'm drinking her. Then she closes her eyes and her stream weakens and stops. I figure if I leave any squirt behind it might stagnate. I can't demand she take a shower every time we do this, so I clean her myself. I lick her pussy of all drops of squirt, and clean her thighs off, too.

Back in the living room again, sitting with an aching erection, I'm noticing the pattern. She's keeping hydrated, and has every intention of not using the bathroom at all, because she doesn't plan on making any urine for the foreseeable future. She is somehow making herself a squirt factory. Time passes and she walks behind me, leans down and kisses me.

"Are you thirsty?" she asks as she grabs my shirt collar and tugs. I stand up and she pulls at it, guiding me to the bedroom again.

"Yes! So thirsty!" I lie. She has been keeping me so hydrated that I'm not actually very thirsty in any literal sense. Though I am always filled with a desire to drink her, even if I'm not physically in need of hydration.

She gets on the bed on all fours, with her ass in the air, and tells me to lick her pussy. She doesn't take off her underwear, but pulls them to the side. I push my face into her crease and lick her clit. She starts to gush again. I press my mouth against her pussy and delight in another refreshing drink, and the heady, intoxicating aroma of her pussy.

Yet again, she gets up, smiles, and leads me back to the living room. We hang out as we usually do. It's almost like a normal day for this period. I work on my lap top, and she sits and watches TV. Another hour passes, and then she pulls me into the bedroom again.

She's switching back to dominatrix mode. "Get on your knees. I don't know how this is going to work," she says playfully as she takes off her bra, allowing her ample breasts to fall and bounce onto her chest.

I see she has put a towel down, and I'm wondering what on earth is going to happen. I kneel and she takes off her panties and thrusts my face between her legs. She rubs her pussy, moans, and starts to flood. It is the most squirt I've ever experienced. I'm not just drinking her, I'm chugging from her pussy like it's a drinking contest. She is absolutely gushing into my mouth. I guzzle her down as fast as I can. As I do I start to realize I'm going to need to breathe soon. She has to be finished, right? No. She is not. She keeps pouring into my mouth. Her hips move slightly, and I'm adjusting, trying to figure out if I can somehow take a quick breath. Her sweet lady fluid splatters all over my face and hair. I get back in position and she adjusts, and keeps using my mouth to empty herself into. It happens so fast I still haven't gotten to take a breath. So much more comes out. I am out of breath. This is crazy. Just at that moment, her stream finally stops and becomes just a drip.

She stands back and smiles her beautiful smile again.

"How was that? Did you get a lot?" she asks.

I laugh and stand up. "Yes! That was insane! I couldn't even breathe because there was so much!"

She starts laughing and says, "You are covered in my squirt!"

"Yeah, I'm going to take a shower."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Not considering what I have planned next," she says coyly.

I slick my wet hair back. "I like the way it smells, but will it bother you?"

"Of course not," she says as she puts her panties and bra back on.

I'm wondering what she has planned.

"Was that good?" she asks.

I point to my extremely hard cock pressing against my shorts and say, "Look at me!"

We both laugh, and go back to the living room. As we sit on the couch, her musky essence fills my nostrils. I fear it may be too much. If I sit here breathing her squirt scent for too long, is it going to turn me off? She is laughing at something on her phone, and I begin to read an article online. Time passes, and the musky smell keeps reminding me that I am splattered in this insanely hot woman's squirt. I realize my hesitancy was the opposite of reality as the smell makes my dick hard. The only problem, far from being turned off, is I'm basically being teased, passively, by her natural perfume. Deep inside her body a change came over her fluids and she made this delicious water that has an incredibly alluring musk to it, just for me to drink, and to be splattered with, and tempted by. It is distracting, and I can't focus on anything I'm reading. I just think about drinking her again.

Back in the bedroom an hour later and she's straddling my face. She is still wearing her panties, and presses herself against my lips. I can feel her pussy lips against my mouth through the fabric.

"Lick me through my panties," she says.

I tongue at her folds through the thin fabric. Then she rolls off of me and directs me to get on all fours between her legs, as if I'm going to go down on her. Instead, she starts to gush without removing her panties. Then she takes them off and holds them out, "Suck on these!"

I take her panties and put them into my mouth. I taste laundry detergent, which completely overpowers her squirt, disappointingly. Then she scoots down the bed and tells me to get on the floor.

"I'm going to squirt all over your face! Keep your mouth shut and let it go all over your face and hair!"

And, with that, she starts to gush. I keep my mouth closed and move my head back and forth, allowing her to drench my skin. I tip my head down and feel her fountain splash over and into my hair.

At last she finishes. I stand up, drenched, and am counting the hours in my head. We've been at this for six hours! I have drank nothing but my wife for all this time.

"I want you to fuck me now!" she says and lays on the bed, which is now wet with her fluids.

I grab a condom and lay down. My dick, after being hard so much all day, is tired and needs coaxing to get fully hard.

Now, dear reader, you will see that this is a true story. I'm not going to change anything at all, not even this ending, which I would VERY much like to change. However I want to recount this as accurately as possible, so here goes:

I say, "Sit on my face."

She says, "Facing which way?"

I say, "Sixty-nine."

She sits on my face and leans forward.

"Do you have any squirt left?" I ask.

She puts her pussy against my mouth and moans as a stream jets out of her and into my mouth. My dick starts to get hard, so I begin to put the condom on.

I'm overstimulated.

Today has been too crazy.

I come.

I come as I'm trying to put on the fucking condom.

This has never happened to me before, but I'm just too turned on by the insanity of the day.

She is so sweet she just smiles. I say I'm embarrassed and she forcefully and supportively rejects that notion, and tells me it doesn't matter.

I take a shower. We spend the day together, and she tells me I do owe her a fucking though, since she hydrated me all day. I do rough calculations and realize I easily drank well over a liter, and likely two whole liters of her pussy juice over the six hours she played her game with me. We go to bed, and I fuck her the next morning. It is wonderful.