Puddle of Squirt

Monday was busy, I went to two police stations to retrieve money that was stolen from me, took stepmom out for Mother’s Day dinner then I met Oscar.

I arrived close to 11pm, instead of 10pm – whoops! – so after he showed some stuff he bought over the weekend, we went straight to bed.

“I made something for you,” he said, grabbing my hand and placing it on his hard cock.

I rolled my eyes and continued talking while stroking his bulge. Oscar pulled his shorts down to reveal his swollen cock. It wasn’t long before I parked myself in between his legs.

“Take this off,” I said as I pull his shorts down. I inched away, allowing him to remove his shorts completely. Boy was that one hard cock!

I went down on him. Took that cock all the way to the back of my throat, then forced it deeper so that it goes all the way down. Man…he is so fucking girthy, you won’t believe it.

My tongue flirted with his balls. Slowly stroking them up and down, left to right, taking them gently in my mouth then setting them free, over and over again. Oscar went wild with every stroke of my tongue. I love watching him high like that.

He stood up, came over me, spread my legs apart and went down on me. Oscar and I are still new, this was only our second time sexing but his oral sex is not bad; he got my clit just right.

He got on his knees, stroke the tip of his hard cock against my wet cunt. Slowly… Up and down… Up and down… Urgh. He’s such a teaser.

Oscar took me by the ankles then placed them on his shoulders. I believe this is his favourite position when making an entrance…well…it’s a grand one.

The tip of his cock entered me slowly, forcing its way through the wet hole. Oh it was sooo good. He fucked me over and over, thrusting his huge cock in me.

He lay down next to me, rolled me  over sideways, lifted my left leg up and fucked me from behind. Oh it’s so good. I turned to look at him and we kissed while he pounds my pussy. I pulled his hand and put it on my neck; he grabs me and I’ve never felt so alive.

After a while, I rode him. I entered slowly, grinding his cock. I went faster. Then slow. Fast again, then slow.

“Wait. I want to squeeze you with my pussy…”  


I love looking at men when they’re high. It makes me want to give more. I fucked him harder. And harder. And harder.

“I’m gonna cum…”

My cunt left his cock, and my mouth took over. Jesus Christ. His cum filled up my entire mouth.

“That’s a lot of cum.”

“Really? Okay. Give me some time to rest.”

“What did you have for dinner?”


“Ahh. Yeah. I could taste the chicken.”

“Really? Does it taste acidic? There’s lemon too.”

“A bit, yeah. It tastes fresh though. At what time did you have dinner?”

“Around seven…”  

“Okay. I need a towel…I want to wash up.”

“Here. You go first.”

I got off the bed and my right foot landed in a puddle of fluid.

“Did you cum on the floor?”

“Nope. That was all you.”




“When you said ‘I’m gonna squirt’ but you already are.”

“Oh. Shit. Did I wet the duvet?!” I touched the bed frantically.

I go apeshit if the bed is wet. Especially MY side of the bed.

I squirted a lot. I felt that it was coming but I didn’t know it really comes out! That’s something I need to work on. I can’t tell if I’m squirting.

After washing up, we talked before calling it a night.

“Why didn’t you use a condom the first time?”

“Because I trust you.”

“But you don’t know me. What if I’m one of those sluts who goes around fucking men?”

“I don’t think you’re like that.”

“You don’t even know half of who I am.”

“Well I like the other half.”

“It’s not even half! A quarter or something.”

“Okay. Then I like that quarter.”

He doesn’t know me. The next time I see Oscar, I want to ask if he’s into anal sex. That shall determine if he’s fun. Slowly, I want to bring him to the darker side…if he’s not already there.


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