A squirter-in-training and a masked man of mystery

I've always wanted to know how to become a "squirter". I saw it often in porn but thought my body wasn't capable of being one.

My gasps didn't seem sufficiently strong to cause me to feel the need to squirt.

It didn't matter how many times I tried to get my g spot stimulation along my central axon, I haven't got it right.

In order to experience the most my body can do, I decided I had to perform an overhaul of my sex lifestyle.

I was forced to end the long-running relationship in order to release my darkest fantasies and uncover my most passionate sexual desires and desires.

Truth is, I've always had sexual fantasies. I'm shy, and it's been a struggle to bring them to manifest.

The last couple of months were an adventure

I bought a dildo for myself. I started to collect a variety of toys. I tried out different females and males and had wild nights of fun.

One of my biggest dreams was to be a part of the realm that is BDSM however, I was afraid to meet who would be the person initiating me prior to my introduction.

It's true that it's not advised to share the experience with a stranger, however I was enthralled by the mystery and the excitement of a stranger in a mask fitting me in the face.

I began searching for experts on the internet. I wanted to make it right the first time.

Would you like to see me become a squirter and help me let my worst fantasies become reality?

I met someone and scheduled an appointment to talk about bondage and possibly turn me into a Squirter.

We came to a compromise on our boundaries. I signed an online contract and waited patiently for him to come to my home.

The night before our first meeting I was at his front door, feeling an uneasy feeling of fear and nervousness. I had never even met him before , but I could feel my skin throbbing in anticipation.

I felt like I was in a blaze.

A tall man walked through the door.

I was amazed when I was able to see him. He was even sexier in the flesh.

The mask was on him that I'd always dreamed over for so many years and I couldn't even see his eyes. His lips were full and he had an unintentional smile that promised a fantastic night.

He invited me to come in and sit down on the comfy sofa.

"Tell me, now tell me what do I need, and are confident that you are 100% sure about this?" he said while he began slowly taking off his clothes to reveal the leather outfit beneath.

It was hard to resist his gaze getting into my skin as I was squirming on my chair.

"I want you to conquer me and turn me into a Squirter. I'm certain of it. My word of caution would be... tea."

"Perfect. Excellent girl."

After we had finished talking, he came close to me, and started removing my clothes.

I could feel my pulse beating and I began breathing harder. The scent was like wood and spices. The soft leather was driving me crazy.

His hands brushed my body with his fingers, setting the body on fire with each stroke of his hands.

He gently pulled my hair and let my neck be exposed to his mouth.

As I sat against the nearest wall he kissed me till I began to moan. His pants touched my stomach, and his hands replaced the pressure.

I could feel his fingers tugging at my clit, and spreading my wetness over it.

As I began to sway my hips in his direction I stopped him and he handed me a body-strap made from red leather, and the lace.

I was aware that the squirter's training was on the way

The straps exposed my tits as well as my bra. I felt as if I were a present to him covered in leather.

The garter belt held the ensemble which made me feel tight.

I wanted him to smack me and yell at me but I was letting him take the lead in the confrontation.

In the end, I just always wanted to be a nice girl.

He showed me butterfly nipple clips and sat in silence for a few seconds in anticipation of my approval. Then I pleaded with him to place them on me.

"Good young lady," he whispered in my ear as I licked and sucked his lips until they were dry and pliable.

I shut my eyes and then the second thing I felt was the coldness of the metal on my tummy. The clips were rubbing on my body. The sensation made me shiver.

What I experienced was an instant of pain. This was and then a surge of joy I'd never experienced before.

I opened my eyes , and I noticed that he was touching himself.

Watching his large dick caused me to feel a little irritable while rubbing my knees with a huge sigh. I wanted to feel the most intense sensations and was eager to get them right now.

After his cock was firm and he was walking toward me.

He led me to a massive bed, and then put blindfolds over my eyes.

It was the time for my squirter classes

After a short time I felt the tongue tugging at my thigh area and the entrance of my cleavage and finally my clit.

I groaned at the end of my trance as I was squealing as he moved two fingers into me.

He quickly figured out that I loved to feel the edge of his tongue creating a tight circle around my neck.

My moans got louder, and I couldn't resist crying each move he made. I began to get wetter and wetter and wetter, just for his sake.

I felt something colder, but this time it was directly onto my chest.

It was such a stark contrast that I shouted. I tried to get away from the scene, but I could not.

The cold soon was incredibly soothing on my sweet, needy tummy. I could not get enough of it.

I was unsure of what it was although it was a bit like the texture of ice. It was the most thrilling partof it: believing that someone else would be able to fuck me exactly the way I had envisioned.

My clit was swollen like never before

"You should do what I tell you if you want to become a squirter," he said.

I sighed as the man held me down onto the mattress while blindfolded.

His wet tongue was moving from my earlobe up my neck until it reached my nipples.

The breeze gently touched the wet areas of my body. It was relaxing and refreshing.

He grasped my wrists and was firmly pressing.

I felt the dick of his belly, as he touched and massaged my entire body.

I couldn't help myself from crying as I felt the tip of the cock of his hand slowly piercing me.

He had to get me to fuck him with his fucking skills; I was sexually sexy that I didn't want to keep to lose the tension.

Each of the previous games made me feel so excited that I believed I was about to get a thumper.

He was so nice.

He threw the clamps around as he continued to fuck me. Every time, he forced my voice to muffle.

He was speeding up and I began to feel my own sexy tum falling down my back and getting wet on the sheets.

"Come with me, my little squirter!" He groaned , while penetrating me fast and hard.

I felt fire all over my body. Each and every inch begged to let go.

Another scream later I obeyed.

I let all my tension go and could feel the liquid rushing through my body. My back was slouched while I lost myself in joy of splashing.

The stress I'd experienced over the years was finally escaping my body the most efficient way that I could.

I was able to be a squirter and to feel comfortable and how I will never return.