Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

"Fuck yeah! Lick my clit!" she commanded as she thrust her cunt against my lips again.

As I looked up at her wide brown hips, soft stomach, large natural breasts tipped with large, dark nipples, and beautiful face framed in silky black hair, it occurred to me that there was really no way to explain how I was feeling, but I'd gotten into it with this woman.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" she moaned. "Put your tongue inside me!"

I stuck my tongue into her beautiful folds.

"Deeper!"

I pushed up, raising my head on tired muscles, as I'd been tongue fucking her a lot, and got it as deep as I could.

"Oh my god!" she whined.

I felt her inner walls squeeze my tongue as her body released thick female lubricants onto it. They tasted creamy and tart.

She raised up her body so my tongue fell out of her and looked down at me. "I didn't squirt! You failed me."

"My apologies, Mistress."

"You know my bladder becomes full of squirt when I come on your tongue. And I know you're a filthy fucking slave and you want me to empty it into your mouth, right?"

I didn't, but I knew better than to say that, so I nodded and forced a smile.

"That means it's time for a punishment. Even one that a slave with disgusting tastes would hate," she said and then she spit into her bush. "Slurp my spit out of my bush while I try again."

I leaned up as she lowered her cunt toward me again and started to lick at the thick spit dripping from her bush above her pussy.

"Get it in your mouth," she said in a sing song tone.

I slurped it and sucked it out of her bush.

"Swallow it, I'm trying to empty myself again to help you wash it down. Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out of her pussy as she positioned it right at my lips.

"You failed again. I'm disappointed in you. Let's double, no, triple the punishment," she said as she rubbed her breasts and then ran her hands through her hair.

She then spit on her pussy repeatedly, working the rivulets of bubbly saliva down and into the hair that framed both sides of her labia. She kept spitting and stroking her fingers down her pussy until all of her bush was coated in spit.

"Don't make me tell you what to do, slave," she said menacingly as she glowered down at me, her deep brown eyes riveted on me.

I leaned up and began to lick at her pussy and bush, causing the white foam to streak across my tongue and into my mouth.

Just as I finished licking her clean and swallowing the last of her, she yelped and said, "Oh fuck! Here it comes! I'm squirting!" I opened my mouth, but she said, "No! You failed me too many times! You don't deserve to drink me! Keep your mouth shut!"

I watched as her stream began to erupt from her pussy. It splattered all over my lips and chin. She moaned and whined in ecstasy as she watched, looking down at me, seeming to tower above me from my perspective.

"Is this too much?" she whined.

I turned my head slightly so her stream wasn't hitting my lips. "No, keep going," I lied, because I knew her game. It wasn't really a question. She just wanted to hear me pretend I wanted this. Despite myself, I couldn't help but admire her amazing curves and the way the light was hitting her skin, giving it a silvery, heavenly glow in spots where it reflected off of her sweat and squirt.

"Are your sure?" she asked. Her stream tapered off to a drip.

"Yes, let it all out onto my face," I said.

She yelped in pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment. Her stream started gushing again, and she wiggled her hips slightly, causing her stream to hit me in the nose and eyes. I closed my eyes.

"No! Keep your fucking eyes open! Look at me while I drain myself all over your face!" she barked, despite her voice still being tinged with the higher pitches of rapture.

I opened my eyes to the blurry sight of her through her juices dripping over them.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" she said as she locked her eyes on mine.

I hated the eye contact thing. Why the fuck did she get off on bathing my face in her nectar while our eyes watched each other?

Her stream slowed and stopped again. Was she finished?

"Now what?" she said breathlessly. "You be the boss for a second and decide what you want next."

"Get my hair! Wash it please!" Again, I knew what she wanted to hear. It had to be something inviting her to allow me to worship her squirt further. I think the fact that she knew I hated it turned her on even further when I asked for it anyway Then I watched her move her hips again, as she raised herself up, inching forward on her knees a bit, until all I could see was her round, perfect ass cheeks. Then she whined, and I felt her gushing hotness start to soak my hair and pour down my head.

At last she finished. I sat up, ready to walk into the bathroom and shower her fluids away.

"No," she said flatly, a hand on my chest to stop me. "Lay back down, just let me soak into your face, hair and scalp. We're not stopping until you learn to love this," she said, her eyes wandering down to look at my boxers. Nothing was happening, she could easily tell. "Ooh, not yet, huh? Well, we'll have to keep trying."

I wanted to roll my eyes, knowing I was never going to be turned on by her squirt, but I knew that would just make it worse. I laid back on the bed. Her juices had made a huge puddle that was cold on my back.

She laid down opposite me and began to masturbate. Every now and then she would take a long drink from a large water bottle. She reached out and stroked my chest as she touched herself and came to orgasm. I watched her cheeks flush, eyes shut, jaw muscles tense and her head turn involuntarily as she came extremely hard.

After an hour had passed in which she had come repeatedly, she turned her attention to me again.

"I'm all full again and I need to do something about this," she said. "I guess I'll just go waste my sacred nectar in the bathroom."

I didn't say anything.

"You fucker! Now I'm going to make this even worse for you!" she said and then crawled over to me and straddled my head, pressing her cunt against my lips.

"Open your fucking mouth!" she commanded.

I did, and she pressed her pussy between my lips.

"Wider you nasty squirt slave! I know what you want!"

I opened wider, and she let more of her weight rest on my open mouth.

She relaxed a little, satisfied with my obedience. She said, in a calmer tone, "Now, make a seal around my pussy so none of me leaks out, it's time to drink."

I waited, and felt her muscles tensing and relaxing, but nothing came out of her. She looked down at me with a half smile, waiting for me to tell her the lies she wanted to hear.

I pulled my head back slightly, and said, "I want it, mistress, empty yourself completely into my mouth."

"Promise to drink it all?" she asked in a faux hopeful, sad tone.

"I promise," I said as she lowered herself onto my mouth. The fullness of her wide hips and the slight roundness of her stomach and mound seemed to telegraph how incredibly full this woman's body was with fluid currently.

I sealed my lips around her cunt. I felt a couple of drops come out of her as I watched her relax and smile above me.

She looked down at me, making eye contact, and said, "This is it, I'm going to let my juices flood your mouth, and you're going to drink all of it."

She moaned quietly and a short stream came out of her and stopped. I swallowed the hot fluid. It had almost no taste except a hint of the natural essence of her pussy. I counted myself lucky that she was a true squirter and wasn't just pissing all over me. All things considered, being dominated by massive amounts of squirt was much better than if she was into forcing me to drink her piss. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. I could feel her hands come down above my head as she pressed her pussy more firmly against my mouth. I waited as I watched the shadowed creases where her mound met her thighs, and her dark, delightful bush rubbed against my nose.

All at once, a torrent erupted from her, flooding my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, trying to keep up with the sheer volume. I drank and drank, and my stomach started to feel full.

Finally the stream stopped. She sat up again, looked down at me, and said, "I think I have a little more, but you have to ask nicely."

She raise up slightly allowing me to talk. I said, "Please, let me have it all, I want you to completely drain your cunt into my mouth."

She lowered herself and I felt her muscles relax again. The stream began anew, and filled my mouth once more. I drank it down. Finally, at long last, she was finished.

"Okay, I think we're done for tonight," she said.

I was relieved.

But then she said, "Ooh, wait, we're not done."

I thought to myself, She could not possibly have any more squirt inside of her!" But then I noticed she was looking behind her.

My mind drifted down to that part of my body, and it dawned on me: I was as hard as a rock!

She dismounted and laid next to me mouth open and slightly smiling while arching her eyebrows. I got onto my knees and thrust my dick into her mouth and my fingers into her pussy. Pumping in and out as hard as I could I listened to her whine as she came on my fingers. Finally, I pulled out slightly and jerked off onto her tongue. She swallowed it and smiled at me.

"Mmmm. Okay, what should we do now? I'm tired, are you?" she asked as she rested her head on her elbow, smiling dreamily.

"Let's go to sleep," I suggested, hopefully. I thought maybe since she'd finally turned me on by dominating me with her juices that she'd stop and leave me be.

"Okay honey, go ahead and lay down and go to sleep," she said sweetly.

I was amazed! It was over! I laid down on my back and closed my eyes. A deep breath in and out and I was drifting blissfully off. Then I felt her moving. I opened my eyes to see her ass above my face. My eyes were drawn to her brown pussy lips as she moved backward on her knees until it was flush with my lips.

"What are you doing?" I asked, annoyed.

"Ooh, honey," she began in a sickeningly sweet tone, "You saw how much water I drank, didn't you? About a liter an hour for the last two hours. And I'm still incredibly turned on, which means I'm just going to keep filling up with squirt. What do you think I should do? I'm just trying to be polite to you. So, whatever you ask for, my love, I promise I'll do that, okay? Just tell me, and be honest."

I was incredibly annoyed. But, yet again, I had the choice of risking her deliberately doing something much, much worse, or lying to her to take this lesser abuse.

I cleared my throat, realizing her natural female lubricants were actually gumming up my throat since I'd swallowed so much of them tonight. I prepared myself to say something completely insane.

"Oh, of course, darling, I wasn't thinking. You're right. Please just lay like that and that way whenever you get turned on and feel like you need to empty your squirt, you can just do it directly into my mouth."

She looked back at me, a faux pout of concern on her full, beautiful, dark lips. "Are you sure, sweetheart? I could just get up and empty my squirt into the toilet throughout the night instead of using your mouth, so you could sleep easier."

It took every ounce of strength I had left to force out the following words, "No, no. Just relax, lower your pussy and go to sleep. Then whenever you feel aroused just let it out all over my face. That's what I want."

She didn't say anything.

"Please. Trust me. I want this, just rest your cunt on my face-"

She cut me off by beginning to empty herself onto my lips and nose as I spoke.

The stream stopped, and she said, "There we go honey. Lay your head back, and I'll be the perfect sweetheart and do exactly what you're asking, okay?"

I laid back, and felt her pussy lower and press against my lips. Her labia parted around my lips as her weight pressed down until my lips were inside of her.

"Honey pie. That's not going to work," she said. "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth and she pressed her pussy between my lips.

"There we go, now my pussy is in your mouth, so we won't have any mistakes. I won't even have to move, I'll just drain myself whenever I feel the urge."

She relaxed then, and flowed into my mouth as I felt her body rest onto mine. I drank her, and then started to doze myself. But then a grim reality dawned on me. If I fell asleep, she might sleep for hours and fill up with piss. Then I'd be drinking her piss all night. I had to keep her aroused to keep her full of squirt!

I tongued her clit slowly as she slept. She moaned every now and then and adjusted herself slightly, so I'd put my tongue inside of her. Then she would moan louder, and empty herself into my mouth. I dozed from time to time, and would wake up extremely hard. She would take me into her mouth and the moment I started to come would drain herself into my mouth again.

At some point in my sleeping by accident I must have yelped in my sleep. I awoke to her voice in the dark.

"Shhh honey, you were just having a nightmare."

My eyes focused in the dark until I could see her pussy in front of me.

"It's okay, go back to sleep," she said as she spread her labia wide with her fingers and squirted all over my face. Then the stream stopped.

"Lay your head down, and let the warmth of my fluids calm your nerves as they pour over your face."

I laid down and then felt her cunt against me, soft, slick with her natural lubricant, and then the deluge of her fluids gushing all over my skin. I felt my dick slide into her mouth again, and I came as she released her squirt in small spurts onto my face. Slow, trickling female nectar dripping down my cheeks, warming my neck.

"Remember honey, my body made all of this hot juice just for you," she said quietly. Then another deluge of warmth cascaded over my face lulling me, along with the dopamine and oxytocin released by my own orgasm, into blissful blackness.

Chapter 2

In the morning I awoke to her straddling my face.

"Open wide!" she said playfully.

I opened my mouth and she emptied herself completely into my mouth as she moaned and rubbed her breasts. I drank her down obediently.

"Okay, go to the bathroom, and then we've got a busy day!" she said as she dismounted and stood up.

Her skin was glistening, and I realized she'd just come from the shower. How long had I been out?

"Oh, wait," she said, pointing to my dick which was rock hard. She sucked it and as she did rubbed her clit. Just as I was about to orgasm she stopped and waggled a finger at me. Then she squirted into a drinking glass. I watched as she half closed her eyes pleasurably and then my eyes were drawn to her cunt. The juice shot out of her, splayed wide by her labia into a wide, shaking, splattering stream as it gushed into the glass. She then handed the glass to me. It was half full of her cloudy essence.

As I put it to my lips she deep throated my cock and bounced her head up and down rapidly. The moment I swallowed her squirt I exploded down her throat. I don't think any of it even went into her mouth. The head of my dick was literally in her throat when I came, and it felt amazing. So much so that I forgot I was even drinking her squirt.

A few minutes later after I'd used the bathroom I started the shower. She burst into the bathroom and said, "No, why would you want to shower?"

I groaned internally, and forced a smile, "You're right! I should want to remain marked by your scent all day!"

She arched her eyebrows at me, sensing my sarcasm. "Follow me," she said beckoning with a finger.

I walked behind her into a large office where she sat on a soft desk chair with wheels on the bottom in front of a desk. She turned on the monitor and began to interact with the computer.

"I know you're hungry and thirsty, so I have this for you," she said holding up a large bottle of water. She took a long drink, and then added, "You just have to wait while I get turned on, then all of this," she held up the bottle again, "Will be turned into something much better for you than mere water," she rubbed her stomach and trailed her hand down to her mound, "My pussy will make it into your favorite beverage, and you can drink me all day! Now, on your knees."

I got on my knees next to her.

"No, no. Under the desk, so I don't have to move when I want to use your mouth as my personal come toilet. I plan on coming a lot for you today so you're not thirsty," she said, rolling back slightly and gesturing for me to get under the desk.

I crawled under the desk and she rolled the chair forward again until my head was between her legs. I could hear my stomach grumbling as I watched her masturbate.

"Oh sweet man, you're hungry, aren't you?" she said, leaning down and peaking under the desk at me.

I counted back and realized this was day two. I hadn't eaten anything in forty eight hours. Was she going to starve me to death?

Almost seeming to read my mind she began to finger fuck herself, and said, through whines of ecstasy, "Don't worry, I won't let you go hungry. I'll feed you soon!"

She yelped and moaned, and finally lifted a shaking leg, spreading her pussy open, and showing me a thick glob of the lubricants her pussy had produced during her orgasm, combined with female ejaculate.

This was it? This was her "feeding" me?

Noticing my hesitancy she barked, "Oh, if that's not good enough for you we're out of ideas. I mean, there's only so many edible things a woman's body produces. Do you have a better idea? I mean, I made this come for you, specifically, as thanks for pleasuring me and turning me on. It is literally a physical manifestation of my love for you, and I made it extra tasty for you. Do you want me to think of other things you could eat that my body produces that are NOT the product of my love for you?"

I could hear absolute menace in her voice and didn't want to go down any route worse than this one, so I said, "No! This looks delicious, thanks!"

I leaned in and tongued at her pussy, which her orgasm had made a mess of. Her labia were slightly parted and with a string of her come between them at a downward angle. The bottom of her opening was drooling out a glob of her personal white viscous fluid. Her female ejaculate was sour and savory. Oddly, in my state of deep hunger, it was very tasty! I couldn't believe myself as I lapped at it for a moment, and then sunk my tongue between her petals and slurped it out of her. I held it in my mouth for a moment, and then swallowed, feeling the thick cream slide across my tongue. Then I put my tongue deep inside of her, making sure to lick out all that I could.

I realized that making her pussy contract could get me even more of this "food," and so I started rubbing her clit with my thumb as I tongue fucked her. She bucked her hips and moaned, and then I felt her inner walls rhythmically pressing against my tongue. Another glob of her ejaculate and lubricant worked it's way out of her and onto my tongue.

I kept doing this for an hour or so, and my hunger actually was somewhat sated as I milked her pussy for more and more of her love cream. I certainly wasn't full or nourished, but it took the edge off. The thick, creaminess and the savory flavor of her fluids felt like eating some kind of divine butter.

At last she placed a hand on my head to stop me. I heard a microwave run and then could smell curry! She was eating! As I heard her chewing, she pressed my head forward again, and I put my tongue inside of her.

"I know you're thirsty honey! I'm making you a nice drink inside of my body right now. It's almost ready! Just keep that tongue inside of me." she said between bites.

I could hear her chugging a lot of water, too. I tongue fucked her until my neck got sore, and then I sat back for a moment. At last she undulated her hips a bit, and slid her pussy forward. I was disturbed to realize I knew what she wanted without her even saying anything: it was time for me to drink. 

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth around her pussy and she began to empty herself.

She moaned and yelped. Through a deep, orgasmic whine she said, "Oh fuck yes! Drink all of my come! All of my squirt is for you to drink!"

I felt like I could taste some spiciness to her squirt. Somehow I lost myself and reached up to rub her breasts with my hand while she emptied herself into my mouth. To my surprise she put a hand over mine and relaxed her thighs further, inviting me deeper into her folds. Her stream got stronger as she wailed in ecstasy. She slowed to a drip, and I gave her one long, deep lick between her labia to clean her up.

"Good job!" she said, looking down at me. "Did you like the little flavor treat I gave you that time? Tasted good, didn't it?"

She meant the curry! So it wasn't my imagination! She'd deliberately made her squirt spicy for me.

"Yes! It was delicious!" I said. In a moment of horror, it dawned on me that I wasn't lying.

More time passed as she sat, drinking, and fingering herself. Then her hips slid forward again and I leaned in, mouth open. This time, though, I felt her foot on my dick. It was hard as Iron as she came into my mouth, flooding it again. I came almost instantly as she rubbed my dick with her foot. I looked down and saw my come dripping over her painted toenails and onto the brown skin of her foot. She wiped it off with a tissue and threw it into the trash.

"Good come toilet! You're keeping everything down there nice and clean! You haven't spilled a drop!" she said, peaking down and smiling at me. Then her head disappeared above the desk again, and I could hear her eating once more.

"I think you deserve a dessert for being so good!" she said.

I expected food, stupidly, but instead watched as she opened her mouth and let spit drool down and pool in her bush on her mound above her pussy. She spit into it several times until it was thickly smeared, soaked in her thick, white spit. It was more viscous and whitely opaque than usual. Then she thrust her hips forward, the signal I was now programmed to respond to, so I moved my head in and began to lap up her spit.

I had expected curry flavor, or just spit, and was ready to grin and bear it. I lapped at it gingerly, and was surprised to taste cream. I licked at it more earnestly, feeling her pubes between my lips and on my tongue. Mint flavor came through, or was it cardomom? Then sugar, so sweet! I was slurping ras malai spit out of her pubes! She was serving me a full Indian meal from her pussy!

After several more hours of this and a few bathroom breaks for myself, she led me to the bedroom, and asked how I wanted to sleep. I begged for her to sleep with her pussy on my mouth again, and drank her all night, periodically coming into her mouth, too.

Chapter 3

The following morning I woke up to find her, as expected, straddling my face. The moment my eyes opened she began to empty herself, splattering her nectar all over my cheeks, forehead, lips, and eyes. As she did, she reached back and jerked me off until I came.

Then she led me to the office again, where I took my place under the desk. Every time her pussy slid forward in the chair I sealed my lips around it and drank deeply from her fountain of goddess delights, and she jerked me off with her feet, or reached a hand down to finish me off. She gave me a meal of an hour of licking her cream out from inside of her again, another curried squirt, and finally a dessert of spit covered pubes. This time they tasted like sugar syrup and lime, with a hint of a cooked dough flavor. Her spit was runny and clear, and so sweet! I wondered what dessert this was?

Back to bed again, and she drained herself into my mouth all night a she sucked my dick over and over.

Chapter 4

The morning came again, and I woke up shocked to see her sitting, fully dressed, in a chair, watching me. She smiled, but looked sad. I had never seen her in clothes before, and had yet to see her look genuinely unhappy.

"This is it, my love," she said.

I shook my head in disbelief. I started to form a sentence, but couldn't get anything together, I was so upset.

"We're done. You get hard every single time I squirt. You worship my fluids, and you literally see them as a source of sustenance. You come frequently, even all night, and always in synch with me emptying myself into your mouth. Drinking my come makes you come. You are now subconsciously bound to, and obsessed with squirt. You're ready," she said, sounding deeply crestfallen.

I got up and took a shower, and then dressed, and met her by the front door.

"Go, my sweet dove. Fly away and forget me," she said, gesturing for me to leave and enter the black limousine outside.

"But, I mean, I don't know if, what if-" I stuttered.

"I've had all of them fall in love with me. Every single one. But you, my sweet man, are the first I've fallen for. Nonetheless, this is it, go off and be wealthy and spoiled for the rest of your life. And eat some real food, sweet darling. I'm just not enough for you."

I begrudgingly trudged outside and got into the limo. A breathtakingly gorgeous Indian woman was waiting for me inside.

"I hear you're ready to serve me! Now, I'm paying you a lot of money, so I expect you to take really good care of me, understand?"

I'd signed up for this, the training, everything. I'd wanted it so bad as the money was so insanely good. The role I was getting into was one of the rarest in the world, and so demand and pay were off the charts. And yet, now I didn't know how to feel.

I nodded numbly as the limo pulled away.