Hunter’s sexy snippets

Chapter 1

"So, what do you think?" she asked.Frank looked around at the walls of her office. They were lined with classic literature and books on law. Then he asked,"Can I sleep on it?"She smiled and chuckled. Samantha was his boss at the law firm. She was a thirty year old, curvy Indian woman with silky black hair, large beautiful green eyes, wide hips, and large natural breasts. She narrowed her eyes, and replied,"No. It's now or never."Frank's heart thundered in his chest, and his stomach dropped. After a moment, he said,"So, you're asking me to become your sex slave, and to come live with you? Until when, exactly?"Samantha winked at him, and replied,"Until one of us gets tired of it.""Then what?""Use the safe word, silly man. Just say, "Samyukta," it means "yoked together." So, if either of us says that word, it means we no longer want to be yoked together. If that word is uttered, our relationship will instantly, and permanently terminate. No renegotiation, nothing further said, it will just end, okay?"Frank watched as she smiled at him. Her fingers slid across her desk lightly as she arched her eyebrows.He felt great excitement and anticipation, not without some serious reservation, but he managed to say, "Yes."That had been two weeks ago. Now he was walking down the hall toward the sitting room in her home. He had moved in, and she'd essentially used him as a slave to her pussy a few times a day, but other than that, he enjoyed hanging out in her mansion watching tv, reading, exercising, or walking outside on the magnificent grounds surrounding the place. Nonetheless, when she needed him, he spent a lot of time with his face between her legs, lapping at her slick folds. Every now and then she instructed him to fuck her, but usually she just wanted his tongue inside of her.Today, though, she'd texted him something enigmatic:"Come to the sitting room. You've a completely new assignment."At last, he made it to the sitting room and stood before her. She was kneeling on the large couch in the room, wearing a black thong, accenting her hips, and biting into her soft brown skin just enough to make a slight crease. Above that she had on a black top that covered her arms to just below her elbows, shoulders, and most of the top half of her breasts, but left her stomach and back bare. She had her hands behind her back, and was looking at him with clear dominance and ownership in her eyes.Frank sat on the floor and looked up at her."I await your command, mistress.""Well, my big strong slave, I have a new rule for you. Are you ready to obey?"Frank felt a little strange. He already was following the rule of being her absolute slave, so what possibly could merit setting a new rule for him to agree to? He nodded,"Yes, mistress."She smirked, and her face flushed a little. Frank was filled with excitement. Whatever she was about to say was even making her nervous! He was slightly concerned, though. Until now, she'd had an intuitive understanding of how to use him, it seemed. He was very happy with being her sex slave, and had slight trepidation about her changing it up."From now on, you are not allowed to consume any liquids whatsoever except what I give you. You may, of course, continue to eat anything you please, but NO LIQUIDS. Do you understand?" She looked at him sternly, and arched her eyebrows."Well, Mistress, I will die of thirst," he replied.Samantha laughed, and answered, "Silly man! You'll still have plenty to drink, trust me!"Frank furrowed his brow, heart pounding. What was she talking about?"My patience is wearing thin, slave! Agree, or be punished!" demanded Samantha .Frank's heart pounded even faster. There was no time to think, so he just said,"Yes, mistress, I agree."She smiled darkly, and lowered her eyelids slightly."Good choice, slave. From now on, you are only allowed to drink my bodily fluids. I will quench your thirst with my squirt, each and every day. I'll also spit in your mouth to ease your thirst, and I may force you to lick the sweat off of my body, too," she paused, and looked at him, slightly arching her eyebrows.She went on, "Now, talking about this has gotten me extremely turned on, which means my bladder is full to bursting. So, go ahead and lay on the floor and open your mouth."Frank was disturbed. What was she talking about? Was she about to piss into his mouth? He didn't know what to do, but he also didn't want to know what kind of punishment this woman could dream up. He thought about the safe word, but didn't want this to completely end, either."I'm waiting!" she said sharply, now looking angry.Frank laid on the ground and opened his mouth slightly. Samantha smiled, stood up and walked over to him, and then lowered herself until she was on her knees, straddling his face. She pulled her thong to the side, exposing her perfect, shaved brown pussy, and the trimmed bush just above it."Open your mouth wider," she commanded. He obliged, and she lowered herself onto his mouth.He felt her allow some of her weight to rest on his face. Then she took a deep breath, and let it out, and he could feel her relax. Looking up at her, he became more and more disturbed, as he realized she was really about to just empty her bladder into his mouth! Was this it? Was this the line? Was it time for the safe word? Yet, for some reason, he waited."Okay, I'm relaxing now. I'm going to start to release the wonderful juices I've made inside of my body for you to drink. Mmmmmmm, yeah, here it comes. Start drinking immediately and don't fall behind, it's going to be a lot!"He could feel her pussy swell in his mouth, and he was even closer to turning his head and saying the safe word, but then the liquid started to trickle out of her.Chapter 2The liquid from inside of Samantha 's body began to trickle onto his tongue. Frank felt like this was the line: she was using him as a fucking toilet! He didn't know why, though, but he let her keep going. The stream got a little stronger, as it rushed over his tongue, and filled his mouth."Oh my god!" she moaned. "Start swallowing you fucking slave! If any spills or you spit any of my holy nectar out, you will be severely punished, and you will NOT like it!" she commanded.Frank's mouth was entirely full of her liquid, now, and he had to make a choice. He swallowed the first large gulp of her, just as her stream became much more intense."Fuck yeah, keep drinking me!" she whined, as she gushed into his mouth, forcing him to swallow rapidly to keep up with the volume.Samantha 's liquid had a clear, crisp, clean taste. It certainly had the flavor of her pussy, and a hint of a tangy flavor, but it really tasted almost entirely like water. She continued draining herself into his mouth, and making soft moans of pleasure."Mmmmmm. You love drinking me, I know you do," she said, dreamily, as her pussy continued to pour for him.Her stream stopped, then, and he moved his head back slightly. She grabbed him by the hair, pushed his mouth back against her pussy, and said,"Hang on, you're not done."She thrust her hips forward, and another stream shot out of her in a spurt, and then stopped."Ooh, that's it, just a little more," said Samantha pressing herself against his lips more forcefully with her hand and relaxing her body again.Her stream started up one last time as Frank continued to swallow, but in an instant it ceased, and became just a drip."Oh my!" she said. "That was so nice! Now, lick my folds clean, and you're done."Frank obediently licked all of the remaining droplets from her cunt and then waited.Samantha raised herself up until she was kneeling above him, and looked down at him, smiling. She slapped his face gently, and said,"See, that wasn't so bad, was it? Not like I care, though, and you'd better get used to it! This is your new reality. My fluids only!"Frank narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure what to say."Oh, the way you're looking at me, Frank! You certainly couldn't dislike our new arrangement, since you worship me, and are undoubtedly feeling intense gratitude that I'm allowing you to drink me. So, why do you look angry? Maybe you're still thirsty?" she grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks to force his lips open. "Here you go."She leaned down slightly and parted her lips. A long stream of spit slid off of her tongue and into his mouth. Without waiting to see how he would react, she pressed her hand over his mouth, and said, in a sing song voice,"Swallow it."Frank swallowed her spit."Good man," she said, and with that she stood up, adjusted her thong back to its place, and walked out of the room.Chapter 3Frank didn't know how to feel. He considered, yet again, the safe word. He imagined running out into the hall, yelling it at her, and storming out. But, he couldn't deny what was happening to him. He looked down, and could see his raging erection. Was he getting off on drinking piss?He got up, and went to the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth. As he did, he wondered if he might just drink from the tap, and could just do this whenever she wasn't around. For some reason, though, he felt like this wasn't a good idea, and so just finished brushing his teeth normally, rinsed his mouth with tap water, and spat it into the sink. After that, he walked around the library, trying to clear his mind. As he looked at her vast collection of books, he wandered over to the medical section. His eyes fell on some medical journals, and one stood out. It was on sexuality, so he took it out and flipped through it.There was a study within that had a group of women subjects drain their bladders of urine, then stimulate themselves sexually for an hour, and then drained again, and then they masturbated and squirted. The fluids were tested, and all of them showed the exact same thing: the urine was, of course, normal urine, and full of urea, creatine, and various other waste products. The squirt, however, had massive reductions of these chemicals averaging a 75% reduction. One woman even had a 90% reduction. The squirt also included PSA, or female come. The second draining, and the final squirting both had the same chemical makeup, too.He felt a lot better, then. This had to be what was happening! Samantha had become aroused, and so her bladder had filled with squirt, not urine. He hadn't gotten extremely aroused by drinking her piss. It was squirt! Even though she didn't orgasm, this was still no different than her coming into his mouth!He smiled to himself. It occurred to him, though, that in some overly technical sense, it was still urine. Yet, he blew this off, as a fluid that doesn't taste, smell, or look like urine, due to being so watery, and that is produced inside of a woman's body only by arousal, and that contains female come isn't urine in any normal sense of the word. It is over 99% water, too, and so, chemically, is significantly distinct from urine even on an objective measure. All of this made him feel better, and actually excited about the sexual adventure she was taking him on.Further, he considered that a woman couldn't simply drink water until her urine was as pure as squirt, since the process of squirting reduces the urine chemicals dramatically, meaning squirt will always be more pure than even the most hydrated urine.He also reasoned that since drinking too much water is fatal, it is truly impossible for a woman to make urine that is as pure as squirt by overhydrating. Her squirt will always be different from her urine, as it will always be pretty much water and female essence, due to the massive reduction in chemicals, while urine will always be higher in urine chemicals. Hence, true squirt is always distinct from urine, even if it is released without orgasm.He loved Samantha 's squirt, and this was okay! So long as she always made sure to empty herself before getting turned on and squirting for him, or to stay turned on whenever she planned to squirt for him - and he was sure she would do so - Frank could see this new rule being truly wild and amazing. He would be given the amazing gift of getting to drink pure, delicious squirt an insane amount.As he was thinking this, and filled with newfound joy and excitement, his phone buzzed."I'm taking you to dinner, so get ready, and look sharp ;)"Frank dressed in a fine suit and tie, and waited for her in the foyer. She emerged wearing a stunning green silk dress, lipstick, mascara and eyeliner, and with her hair pulled up and back, but with a long wavy section falling free in the front."Are you ready?" she asked.Twenty minutes later they were at a fine restaurant. There were a few other couples, all older than he and Samantha . When he looked at the menu he understood why; the prices were outrageous, and so it was mostly popular with older wealthy people.They ate and talked like a normal couple for some time. Samantha drank water and wine, and every now and then would slip a foot out of her shoe and then extend her leg and touch Frank's dick through his pants before putting her leg down again.After a while, quite suddenly, Samantha said, "Get under the table."He looked around, making sure no one was looking, and then got under the table, hidden behind the table cloth. He knelt in front of her, pulled her dress up, moved her thong aside, and began to lick her clit. She tasted savory and delicious. After a few moments, she stopped him with her hand, and waggled a finger at him. Then her pussy swelled with liquid and dripped before she started to absolutely gush. The squirt sprayed on her legs and the chair for a moment before she finally brought a wine glass down in front of her pussy.Frank watched as her juices poured out of her, and the glass got more and more full. He couldn't believe how much was coming out of her. When she was finished, the glass was almost overflowing. It disappeared from his sight as she pulled it back up, beyond the table cloth. She beckoned him with a finger, and pointed to the puddle on her seat. He licked it up, and then licked her legs clean. She then pushed back against him with her hand, so he got back into his seat.Samantha smiled broadly at him, and said,"Good evening, Sir. Tonight we have a very special vintage for you to enjoy. It was made due to my arousal. Thinking about you and touching your dick with my foot caused my bladder to fill with squirt, which I've emptied from inside my body and into this glass for you. It has a clean, crisp flavor, with a hint of muskiness, and a slight sour taste."She held the glass up, showing him the clear, but slightly cloudy liquid. She continued,"Would you care for some garnish to make the drink even more exciting?"Frank chuckled at her sommelier routine, and said, "Yes, please, what kind of garnish does this restaurant offer?"Samantha beamed at him, flushed slightly in the cheeks, and said, "Well, I have produced a nice, thick female lubricant due to being aroused, and surely some creamy female ejaculate due to my orgasm, as well. These come from deep inside my pussy, and have a slightly sweet, yet at the same time sour flavor to them. Do either of these sound good? And would you like me to go on with my list of our garnishes?""Both, please, and yes, what else is there?" replied Frank, grinning."Very good, Sir," she said.She reached under the table for a moment. Her eyes shut, and she moaned quietly as she leaned slightly to the side, before moving her hand up and showing Frank her finger tips were covered in her thick, white, creamy female lubricant and come."Now, I think you'll enjoy the way we use the garnish both to enhance the drink's flavor, and to decorate the glass for a pleasing visual aesthetic."She set the glass down and smeared her cream all around the rim of the glass, giving it a thick coating of the substance."And, now, the final garnish, if I might be so bold?" said Samantha .Frank couldn't help but smile even more broadly as he said, "Please do."Samantha glanced side to side to make sure they still weren't being seen by anyone, and then leaned forward and spit into the cup."There, now, see how my spit floats on top, giving the drink a foamy white head, while my slightly cloudy squirt makes up the body, and my cream decorates the rim like clouds in the sky, all a waiting symphony of flavor for you," she said, looking pleased with herself, as she held out the glass.Frank took the glass and sniffed it. The scent of her feminine fluids was musky and alluring. Next he placed the drink against his lips, and took a sip. He let the female cream mix with the squirt and spit in his mouth, and allowed them to sit on his tongue for a moment. It really tasted amazing. All of her flavors combined to be truly refreshing. He drank the whole glass, and licked the rim clean.Samantha watched him smiling and playfully moving her eyebrows up and down."Did you enjoy this vintage, Sir?" she asked playfully."I certainly did!" replied Frank. "It was exactly as you described it; a symphony of your personal flavors! I think my heart forever will now belong to India thanks to you!"Samantha laughed and smiled, and then said, "Well, your heart forever belongs to an Indian woman, anyway. Don't go thinking just any Indian woman can make drinks like I do!" She winked at him and beamed a bright smile. "Now, shall we go for a walk through the city before going home?Chapter 4They walked through the nighttime city talking. Samantha drank a large bottle of water as they strolled. Then she started talking dirty to him, and every now and then reaching over and cupping his dick in her hand. Frank wondered what her game was.As they continued on, suddenly Samantha said, "Find some place for you to drink me that's out of sight, right now!"Frank looked around, and saw a small empty structure on the edge of a park."Over there should be fine." he said.They walked over and she stepped inside, and pulled him in after her."Oh my god I'm about to burst! Get on your knees and open your mouth!" demanded Samantha .Frank did so, and Samantha rubbed her pussy through her thong for a moment, and then started to gush. He leaned in to start drinking her, but she grabbed him by the hair and stopped him. She moaned, and said,"Just watch, slave."He kept his eyes on her underwear as her fluids shot through them, pouring onto the stone floor, and around them, streaming down her legs. She made quiet pleasure sounds as she held him by the hair, forcing him to merely watch as she gushed into her panties, and the fluid splattered onto the floor continuously.Finally she finished."Oh my, that was nice! But, I can't wear these any longer!" she took off her panties, and said, "Open up."Frank opened his mouth and she squeezed them above it, forcing her fluid out and onto his tongue."Wider, honey," she said sweetly.He opened his mouth wider, and she stuffed her balled up thong into his mouth."There we go, darling, now let's continue walking while you suck on my panties until you know you've gotten all the juice and flavor out of them.Frank was overwhelmed at how crazy this was as he stood up and started walking with her again.Samantha , though, acted perfectly normal."It's such a beautiful evening, isn't it, darling?" she waved a hand around at the surrounding trees and scenery.Frank wanted to answer, but decided to take it as rhetorical, because his mouth was too full with her panties to speak."The moon is so bright and such a soft, calm light is coming from it, I just love it." she looked over at him, wide eyed and lovingly.Frank's mouth salivated as he sucked the remaining fluid from her panties, and tasted all of her flavor before swallowing it all. At last, he decided he'd gotten all he could from them, so he took them out and put them in his pocket."You walking with me makes me feel safe, too, even though it's dark out." she said.He still decided to be quiet and not reply, as he smiled at her and they kept walking.Chapter 5The next morning Frank awoke with a great hunger. He went to the kitchen and made himself breakfast of oatmeal, bacon and eggs. As he sat eating, he became thirsty and poured a glass of orange juice. Just as he was about to drink it, Samantha appeared from behind him and snatched the glass from him."Slave, what are you doing!? Have I been a bad Mistress, letting you get thirsty with nothing to-" she paused as she sat on the table in front of him, completely nude, and spread her legs, showing him where his morning hydration was going to come from, and then finished the sentence, "-drink?""Sorry Mistress, I wasn't thinking. Please, I'm very thirsty." He opened his mouth and leaned toward her pussy."How presumptuous for a slave! You think you can forgo pleasuring me, and just drink my squirt?" said Samantha , but then she softened and smiled as she patted him on the head. "That's okay, you are too thirsty to think, and, lucky you, I was just masturbating while imagining squirting into your mouth, so I'm ready."With that, she began to squirt. Frank leaned in and pressed his mouth against her pussy, making sure not to spill any, and drank her down until she was dry. This morning she tasted nearly like pure water, but with a hint of a flavor almost like tea."There we go my big sexy man, nice and hydrated for the morning! Now, if you get thirsty, come find me," she arched her eyebrows and then added, "unless I find you first. If I need your mouth, be assured, I will come to you."Samantha then stood up, and walked away.Frank went about his day, and he noticed that any time he passed Samantha , or saw her anywhere, she was always drinking a lot of water. So, she really was going to keep this up, and make him drink only her. Well, he reasoned he would stick it out for as long as he could.After going for a walk outside he sat on the couch in the sitting room and dozed off."Time for a drink, Frank."He woke up to the sight of Samantha 's pussy above his mouth. Just as he processed what he was seeing, she started gushing. He opened his mouth a second too late and some of it splattered all over his face before he managed to make sure her stream went into his mouth. As he drank her, he realized he actually was quite parched, and she was, yet again, hydrating him with her delicious squirt. Afterwards they parted ways again.Later in the evening, he had dinner and needed a drink, so he found her in her bedroom, and requested her squirt. She asked him to wait, and went into the bathroom, and then came back a few minutes later and demanded he lick her pussy for his drink. Then she orgasmed and squirted into his mouth.Each time she emptied herself into his mouth, it was a great deal of fluid, and so it was working out a lot better than he'd imagined it would. He was well hydrated.They went to sleep in their separate rooms that night, and in the morning Frank awoke to Samantha straddling his face."Good morning slave," She smiled down at him. "I decided to make sure I squirt for you first thing in the morning from now on, and then at lunch and dinner. Any other time you need me, come find me, or I'll find you when I need you, as usual. Now, start licking and earn your morning fluid."Frank started licking her clit as she moaned in ecstasy."Put your tongue inside of me," she said.Frank began to tongue fuck her, savoring the sour and savory taste of inside of her pussy. Samantha rubbed her clit, and finally orgasmed. He relished the amazing feeling of her pussy squeezing his tongue rhythmically, and she released a spurt of squirt into his mouth."Oh no! That wasn't enough of a drink, was it?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Frank shook his head. "Okay, sometimes my pussy contracts, when I come, in a way that stops me from releasing all of my squirt, and only a little comes out. I could keep making you lick me and come like ten times until I'm dry." she said, and then began roughly grinding her pussy against his lips. "Or, I could just make it easier for both of us. Open wide."Frank opened his mouth, and Samantha lowered her pussy onto it, relaxed some of her weight onto him, closed her eyes, and released the rest of her squirt into his mouth. She whined quietly as she emptied herself for him, opening her eyes and glancing down occasionally to watch him drink. Her squirt tasted like spring water this time. She finished, and then she walked off.She was there for lunch and dinner, as well, to sit on the table and gush for him. Sometimes she masturbated and squirted, others she was just ready to release. She found him two other times and made him tongue fuck her until she squirted for him. He found he and asked her to come in his mouth once that day, too. She had faced the wall and braced herself with her hand against it, and masturbated as he knelt behind her. Then she invited him to lean in, between her legs, and drink as she gushed and came.A couple times she beckoned him into her room and he found her glistening with sweat from vigorously masturbating. She had pressed his face between her breasts, forcing him to lick the salty fluid off of her body, and then had him lick it off of her back, too.And so the pattern came about, and they lived like this for a week. She was always drinking water and making sure to regularly masturbate and fill with squirt for himChapter 6"No." said Frank."No?" she asked. "You know what happens if you refuse me! Are you sure you want to test me? You think I won't make you beg for me to empty my bladder into your mouth? You fucking slave, you've got some nerve!"He kept his mouth shut and shook his head. He was determined not to drink her. They had been at this new routine for over a week now, and Frank was feeling rebellious. He just didn't want to drink her at the moment. He was feeling stressed and angry for some reason that day. It was evening, and he'd been sitting in the library reading by the window, hoping it would relax him. Samantha had entered, shut off the light, and demanded he drink her, and he'd said "No," for the first time."Fine, then," she said in a light, playful tone. She let her dress drop, and was now standing nude except for her panties, her alluring form glowing in the bright moonlight pouring in the window.She got up, turned around, and put her ass in his face. He felt her hands on his ankles, and then she moved them down and pressed down, firmly, on his wrists. He wondered what the punishment would be, but he wasn't worried, as he knew she couldn't really hold him in place. He was much stronger than she. Then she reached back and pulled her underwear down, and off, and spread her ass cheeks wide."Look at my asshole. That's your dinner since you turned down the delicious drink I prepared for you. Now, eat up." she said.Frank stared at her hole. It was grey, and threatening. He didn't want to do this, but she began to lower herself onto his mouth. At last, her asshole touched his lips.Frank moved to free his wrists and push her off, but realized he couldn't move them. How could she be this strong? Then it hit him: she had cuffed his hands and ankles somehow in metal rings connected to the floor. He couldn't move!"Samyukta!" he said."Oh, Frank, we're way past that. You're my slave for real, now. Eat my ass!" she commanded.She pressed her asshole against his mouth more firmly, and moved it against his lips. He kept his mouth shut."Tongue out, or I'm going to do something you'll like even less!" she barked.Frank believed her, so he reluctantly stuck his tongue out, and began to lick her asshole. He was disgusted, and tried to hold back, so that he wouldn't make too much contact with her hole, but she pressed more weight onto his mouth, and her asshole was now fully against his tongue.He disliked the earthy flavor of this part of her, and said, "Please, mistress, I will drink you now!""Oh, sweet slave, no, you had your chance. Now, you have to taste my asshole. Keep licking."She began grinding her asshole against his mouth as he licked her. As she did so, she began to masturbate. Frank kept licking her ass, and hoping she would stop soon. He was disturbed by what she was doing, but, even worse, he realized he had an erection that was painfully pressing against his pants."Oh my god! I'm going to come! Don't you dare fucking stop licking my ass!" moaned Samantha as she worked her clit.At last, she came, and began to squirt. Frank anxiously hoped she would move her pussy over his mouth and wash it out for him with her nectar, but she didn't."Fuck yeah! Oh fuck! Keep licking!" she demanded as the squirt gushed out of her, and onto his neck.Finally, she stopped coming."Now, keep that tongue on my asshole. It will keep me turned on if you keep licking it. Then, maybe I'll do you a favor."She relaxed onto him, pressing his face further between her ass cheeks. He continued licking her."It feels a little dry back there," she said, and then she spit into her hand and smeared it down her ass crack, and over her ass hole."Lick that all up. Get my ass nice and lubed up. I want it ready in case you disobey any more. If you do, it will be so slippery that I can force you to stick out your tongue, and then I will sit on it, and push it inside of my asshole."Frank winced, but now licked up the spit, and then aggressively licked her ass, in order to avoid the much worse punishment she promised."That's right, slave. You know, now, I have no limits, nor any care for your preferences. If you disobey again, your tongue is going deep inside of my ass, and I'm going to move my body up and down, riding your tongue like it's a dick up my ass. I will grab you by the fucking hair and force you to tongue fuck my ass hole. Keep this in mind: you will have to put your tongue up my ass hole next time you disobey!"He knew she wasn't bluffing, so he licked her even more forcefully. She yelped and whined in pleasure. She ground her ass against his lips for awhile, but he kept licking.At last, she raised herself, and looked back at him."Are you ready to beg, now?""Yes, mistress! Please, I beg you to squirt into my mouth!"She smirked, and replied, "Oh, you want me to wash your mouth clean for you?""I'm begging you! Yes! Yes!"She smiled wider, and turned around, showing him the welcome sight of his normal source of fluid. Her soaking wet pussy glistened in the moonlight coming through the library window."Oooh, my poor muscly, sexy slave," she began as she reached back and traced lines with her fingers over his chest and stomach. "You need to be cleaned, don't you? Okay, shut your mouth, and I'll wash you, darling."Frank was incredibly thirsty, and wanted to get the earthy taste out of his mouth, but he also didn't dare ever disobey her again, so he complied and shut his mouth."Good man," she said, and began to release her bladder.The spray splattered over his face. She moved her hips around, causing the stream to go onto his closed lips, then nose, and he closed his eyes as she released her fluid onto them. Then she gushed onto his hair until it was soaked."Oh no. I'm all out of sacred water for you, Frank." she moved to the side so that she was kneeling next to his head, looking down at him. I guess your mouth is just going to taste like my ass until tomorrow, because I'm not going to allow you to brush your teeth or eat anything until morning."Frank looked crestfallen."You really want it, now, don't you? You actually are obsessively craving my pussy juice."He nodded enthusiastically."Well, if there's some way you can turn me on, my body will make another fresh batch of nectar for you and if you ask nicely, maybe, just maybe I'll think about releasing it into your mouth."Frank reasoned that she seemed to be excited when he consumed her, and since she was out of squirt for the moment..."I would love it if you would spit into my mouth!" he said on a whim.Samantha smiled, and leaned forward, "Okay, open up," she said, letting a glob of spit fall into his mouth.She kept spitting into his mouth, and watching him drink her, taking breaks only to let her mouth fill again. As she did so, she rubbed her large, natural breasts with one hand, while the other wandered down and lightly teased her pussy.Frank liked the taste of her spit, but he had never had to drink this much of it before, and it was somewhat overwhelming. Still, he knew that this was making her body fill with squirt, and he deeply desired it, now.After an hour of drinking her spit, she said, "Alright, you're being so obedient, my wonderful, sexy man, I'm thinking about giving you a drink.""Oh thank you Mistress! I adore your fluids! Please, sit on my mouth and let them flow!"Samantha half smiled and swung her leg over until she was straddling his face again.She pressed her pussy onto his lips, and said, "I'm letting it out. Get ready to have your thirst quenched by amrita, the nectar of the gods!"He felt her pussy swell, and finally begin to release. Nothing had ever tasted so good in his life. Her flavors washed away everything. All of his stress, all of his discomfort, fear, anger, everything was gone. Everything except this warm pussy on his mouth, the pubes tickling his upper lip and nose, and the flow, the increasing, sacred, beautiful flow of amrita from deep inside of Samantha 's body, as it poured into his mouth. She filled his mouth over and over as he drank her watery, slightly sweet and sour fluid in great gulps, as the faintly tangy, musky scent filled his nostrils. He had asked for a drink, and she was giving herself to him so fast and fully that he was having trouble making sure to drink it all!She kept draining for a long time, and Frank was eternally grateful. He was feeling very refreshed, and was starting to wonder how many ounces were pouring onto his tongue. Could it be as much as working up toward half a liter? As she poured into his mouth, she leaned back and started sucking his dick. He was so turned on that he immediately came into her mouth. She swallowed it and sat up again."Oh yeah, that's it," she purred. Her stream stopped, but then she relaxed a little more, and, as he waited, still yearning for her, she allowed another short burst to flow onto his tongue.He laid there with his eyes closed, drenched in her fluid, nostrils filled with her essence. He laid there, after all of that, smiling. Samantha looked down at him, herself smiling, too. They stayed like that for a long time. Frank lost himself in bliss, and Samantha watched him, herself filled with pleasure and a peaceful elation.At last, he opened his eyes, and looked at her. The next thing that came out of his mouth blew his mind.Chapter 7"Samantha , I..." he stuttered."Yes, my slave?" asked Samantha ."Samantha , I love you. Deeply, and intensely. I love you,""Of course you do, my slave. You would be crazy not to, and I love you, too! Why else would we be doing this? You are my soul mate, and I want to be with you forever," she concluded, looking down at him lovingly, there, between her legs."Then why did you say you don't have any limits or care for my preferences? Surely if you truly love me, you couldn't be so callous?"Samantha leaned back and released the metal rings holding him down."Darling, I know you deeply. I know what you want better than you do. You want to drink me, even when you don't think you do. This is my biggest desire, to have my fluids consumed by you, and so this is our beautiful, sacred bond. This is why I had to show you that, even when you think you don't want me, I know you do, and I will motivate you to give into what we both want and drink me.""But, the safe word! You said I'm actually your slave now, and you made me lick your ass! How can you love me?" replied Frank, somewhat astounded now that his dreamy bliss was wearing off, and the strangeness of the situation becoming more apparent."Honey, sit up, look at me," she began, and waited until Frank was sitting up. "I am five feet and four inches tall, and I weigh one hundred and forty pounds. You weigh, what, two hundred? Much of that being muscle. And you're nearly six feet tall. How could I possibly truly enslave or dominate you, like this?" she waved her hand between them. "There is absolutely no way whatsoever that I could stop you from leaving right now, forever. Only my deep well of love for you tells me that you won't."Frank considered that she was certainly correct. She had been abusing him with her ass while he was bound, but she seemed to think it was merely to motivate him to continue their special bond. He couldn't deny that the following cleansing wash from inside of her body, the spit, and at last the final release from inside of her pussy had been the most erotic, love filled experience of his life. Still, she had also shown him that she would force him to do what she wanted, and supposedly knew he wanted, even when he said he didn't. Yet, now he had the clear opportunity to leave. So, could he really accept that this was his love, and that she loved him, too? Was this insane squirt slavery going to continue forever? Or would she calm down, and be satisfied with him just drinking her occasionally? It had been a crazy, intensely sexy and exciting week, but surely it couldn't go on perpetually! Would he just have to trust his heart, and trust Samantha , that things would work out?