Hunter’s sexy snippets

Chapter 1

"I think you're too obsessed with drinking squirt," said Samantha .

She and Frank were sitting in the library and had been quietly reading, when suddenly Samantha had spoken.

"Okay, can it be helped?" asked Frank.

"I think I could cure you by overloading you. I think if I pushed you far enough, you might never want to drink squirt ever again."

Frank closed his book and smiled. "I think too much of a good thing could be bad, sure."

"Good, then. Tonight I will cure you of your obsession."

With that Samantha stood up and walked over to Frank so that her black lacy thong was at eye level for him. She grabbed him by the jaw and squeezed his lips open, then she spit into his mouth.

Leaning down, close to his ear, she whispered, "I was reading erotica. I'm full for you right now. Keep that mouth open."

She stood up straight again, pulled her thong to the side, exposing her beautiful, perfectly trimmed pussy. Then she lifted one leg and began to rub her clit. After a moment, she gushed into his mouth. He drank her down as she moaned and the sound of her fluid splattering into his mouth was all that he heard for awhile.

When she was drained she pressed her pussy against his lips, allowing him to lick off the remaining drops, which he was well trained to do. Then she put her leg down and straightened her underwear.

"See, you're crazy. You shouldn't like this so much," she said, her lilting Indian accent playing on his ears even as he disbelieved her.

She patted him on the cheek, and walked away.

Later that night Samantha beckoned Frank into the main hall and guided him down onto his back on the floor, and then chained him there by his wrists to two rings connected to the floor. He smiled to himself. He was willing, but she was convinced that he would try to get away! Just what was she planning?

The doorbell rang, startling Frank slightly.

Samantha opened the door, and in walked Ashlyn, followed by twenty beautiful, voluptuous dark skinned women, all with silky black hair.

"Okay, ladies, operation overload begins now!" barked Samantha .

The women immediately stripped, and then crowded around a glass, which they all spit into repeatedly, along with Samantha and Ashlyn. Samantha then brought the glass to Frank, who sat up and took it from her, just barely able to reach it at the end of the chains length.

"Drink it all!" commanded Samantha .

Frank looked into the glass. It was a great deal of spit! He wondered if he could really drink it all. Nearly a cup of thick, bubbly spit was in front of him.

Samantha grabbed Frank by the hair, and looked around to the ladies surrounding them.

"Does this turn you on, ladies?" asked Samantha . The women all made sounds of agreement as they began to masturbate. Samantha went on, "Then drink it, Frank! The sooner you get them turned on, the sooner they can cure you of your obsession!"

Frank sipped at the glass, and then stopped.

Samantha glared at him, and said, "Frank, remember how much you disliked licking my ass when I punished you for disobedience? Well, imagine that times twenty-two!"

Frank nodded briskly, and started chugging. He gagged for a moment, but then pressed on. The spit had a minty flavor, but it was an overwhelming amount.

"Good job!" said Samantha .

She then walked around and collected spit from all of the women into the glass again, and poured it onto Frank's hair and face.

"Oh, no! You're all messy! Poor big, strong, sexy slave! We need to clean you up!" Said Samantha , as she positioned herself to be straddling his face.

She emptied her bladder full of clear, refreshing squirt onto his face and hair, rinsing away the spit, and then stood up.

"Okay, ladies, his mouth is yours!" shouted Samantha .

The women took turns sitting on his mouth, rubbing their clits, and then emptying their squirt filled bladders into his mouth. Samantha watched and shouted at him any time she saw any spill out of his mouth.

Frank drank them down. Each one had a lot of fluid inside of her, and made sure to press her pussy onto his lips firmly before releasing into his mouth. The smell of each woman's pussy intoxicated him, and he began to become extremely full to the point he felt he might burst!

When the fifteenth woman sat down on his face and began rubbing her clit and finger fucking herself, as well as grinding on his lips, and spitting into his mouth, Frank was exhausted, and didn't know if he could drink any more.

Almost as if she could read his mind, Samantha shouted, "No, Frank! You do not get to quit! Keep drinking!"

At last the woman on his mouth released with a shuddering moan, and her fluids flowed into his mouth, as he watched her breasts jiggle and bounce hypnotically. The sight helped him to focus on something other than his full stomach, and the taste of pussy, squirt, and spit which was overwhelming his mouth.

Finally, the woman on his mouth spit into her bush, rubbed it all over his face, told him to lick her clean, and, after he did so, she then stood up.

The next five women were quick, and, mercifully, each sat down and emptied herself in a few spurts. Frank felt he couldn't drink another drop, and just in time, as that was number twenty.

As the final woman stood up and walked away, though, his heart sank. He had forgotten to count Ashlyn, who had gone earlier. There were actually twenty-one women in the game, as he realized watching the final woman walk toward him. She was gorgeous, with long legs, wide hips, and large natural breasts, but it didn't matter. All he cared about was his stomach being full!

"Now, Ketika, I want you to fully relax, and make sure he gets to drink all of you. Don't let your vaginal muscles contract so much that it cuts off your stream." said Samantha as Ketika lowered herself onto Frank's mouth.

Ketika took a deep breath, and let her weight rest on Frank's mouth. He was full of dread, and then her fluid started to pour out of her. He choked slightly, but remembered Samantha 's threat, so he fought past it, and continued to drink Ketika. She squirted for a long time, and Frank seriously started to fear his stomach would burst, or he would throw up, as he continued to swallow her copious juices. He felt her relax further, and her stream got stronger, pouring over his tongue with watery, slightly tangy nectar.

At last she finished and rose up to her knees, as a few more drops rained down on his face.

Frank was spent. He was a little angry, too.

Samantha walked over and unchained him.

"Well, did it work?" she asked, as the other women crowded around, interested in his response. "Do you want any more squirt? Are you still obsessed?"

"Nope! I do NOT want to drink squirt! I never want to have another woman emptying herself into my mouth again!" replied Frank confidently.

Chapter 2

Frank felt free the next morning. He truly was grateful to Samantha for curing him. He had always loved squirt, but it was too much, and now he could focus on himself. He spent the day exercising, reading, and walking around the mansion grounds. He even considered leaving Samantha and Ashlyn entirely.

A few days went by, and Ashlyn and Samantha gave him his space. One day, though, they were all having dinner together, and Samantha said, "Frank, are you really cured? Do you think our time is at an end?"

Frank chewed the mouthful of biryani that was in his mouth, swallowed, and said, "I don't know. I mean, I still want to spend time with you both, but I don't want to be your squirt slave any longer."

"And that's a red line for us, Frank. No squirt drinking, no relationship," replied Samantha .

Frank frowned. "If you want me to keep drinking you, why did you overload me and cure my obsession then?"

"Because I love you, and I wanted to see if you were truly, incurably obsessed with drinking me, to the point that we could keep this going indefinitely. If you could be cured, however, it would only be kind of me to set you free," said Samantha 

"I agree. I will miss you, just as much as Samantha , but we want what's best for you, Frank. If you just had a passing fixation on squirt, that's not enough of a reason to stick with us," added Ashlyn.

Frank nodded solemnly. They were right.

The next day, Frank had packed his bags, and hugged and kissed Ashlyn and Samantha goodbye. The three were standing in the foyer.

Suddenly, Samantha said, "Frank, I have one final idea! If you can get through dinner at a restaurant I know of without reawakening your lust for squirt, then we will truly say goodbye. But, if you come to desire the divine feminine nectar again, you should stay."

Frank smiled wistfully. He liked the idea, but knew there was no way. No night out at a restaurant was going to rekindle his destroyed desires. Still, he felt he owed it to Samantha , so he said, "Sure, let's go out tonight."

Chapter 3

Samantha led Frank through a wide set of green doors on a brick warehouse downtown. There was no sign on the building. As they walked down a long hall, Frank said, "What is this restaurant? This place looks abandoned."

Samantha grabbed his hand as they walked, and said, "You might say it's, well, it's underground."

At last they came to a narrow wooden door and Samantha knocked in a strange pattern. Frank guessed it was some kind of passcode. The door opened and a beautiful dark skinned woman stood there, wearing a very revealing and tight sari. Her breasts pressed against the fabric, straining it.

"Hi, welcome to Nectar," said the woman. She waved her hand signifying them to follow her and led them through the dimly lit, cozy, yet exciting atmosphere of the restaurant, to a table "My name is Ahana, and I'll be serving you tonight. Would you like a drink?"

Frank sat down across from Samantha , noting the barely audible throb of music coming from somewhere in the restaurant, and the smell of spices and incense. "Sure, I'll take a beer." he said.

Ahana smiled at Samantha , and then looked back at Frank. "Honey, we don't serve beer, here. Why don't I leave you with a menu and come back." With that, she walked away.

Frank looked suspiciously at Samantha , who simply smirked and arched her eyebrows. He opened the menu and saw some interesting looking dishes. Then he turned to the drink menu, and found that the drinks all had the word "nectar," as their main ingredient. There was "Nectar of the Goddess," Nectar with Cream," "Mouth Wine and Nectar," "Triple Threat Nectar," and so on.

Ahana returned and Frank ordered a spicy vindaloo, and the "Triple Threat Nectar." Samantha ordered a paneer dish, and just Nectar.

After they sat talking for fifteen minutes, Ahana came back with their food. Frank ate the extremely spicy vindaloo, and after nearly finishing it, felt his mouth was on fire. He desperately wanted a drink.

At last Ahana appeared and held up a glass, she then spit into it. Frank's heart sank, and he realized this was some kind of sex club. Samantha was trying to tempt him back into liking squirt again. He rolled his eyes, but then realized he was being rude to Ahana, so he smiled and gave her his attention, as his mouth burned.

"Now, the drink is called "Triple Threat Nectar" because it has the mouth wine," she spit into the glass again, and continued, "and my personal nectar, as well as my cream."

She reached down and pulled her sari up, and her black lace thong aside, exposing her pussy. Frank could see her nipples becoming hard with her arousal as they pressed against the fabric. She began to rub her clit, and then moaned loudly.

Frank realized, all at once, that the vague throb of the music he had heard was actually women moaning in other parts of the restaurant! He shook his head in disbelief, and watched Ahana's pussy pour her fluid into the glass, mixing with her spit, creating a cloudy drink.

Ahana whined gently, and then looked at Frank and smiled as she pulled her sari back down after adjusting her thong back into place.

"Now, for the third part of the Triple Threat, I need to make for you my special cream, but I need some help."

She reached down and grazed her hand along Franks crotch, feeling his rising member. Then she grabbed his hand, and pushed it under her sari. He felt her wet, soft, perfect pussy, and started to rub her clit.

"Ooh, yeah, just like that," she purred.

Frank kept rubbing her, and then became impatient, as his mouth was still on fire. Then he pushed his fingers around her thong and thrust two of them inside of her. He finger fucked her very hard, and she almost lost her balance, but managed to steady herself by putting a hand on the table. She yelped and moaned, and Frank put his other hand under her sari and started to rub her clit.

"Oh fuck! Oh my god! I'm coming!" yelled Ahana as she pushed Frank's hands away. She leaned on the table for a moment, making quiet pleasure sounds and breathing heavily. Then she stood up straight, and put her fingers between her legs. Withdrawing them, she showed Frank that they were covered in thick, white female ejaculate. "And here we have the cream of the goddess!"

She put her fingers into the glass of squirt and spit and stirred it around. Finally, she handed it to him. Frank looked sidelong at Samantha , embittered by the strange position she'd put him in, and ready to taste the watery essence typical of a woman. He put the glass to his lips, and took a drink. The flavor blew his mind.

Chapter 4

Ahana smiled as Frank drank her from the glass. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and beamed for a moment. Then she said, "Enjoy, Sir," and walked away.

The flavor was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. He couldn't even form a single thought to describe it. It was simply bliss, and an ineffable taste. He stopped drinking and looked at the fluid. It was very cloudy, and smelled faintly of Ahana's fantastic pussy.

"What is this? Wait, I mean," Frank stammered, looking to Samantha for answers.

"It's a special drink, darling. The waitresses here deeply love squirting and it being consumed. They eat a special diet to make their fluids taste truly amazing, and it fulfills them in profound ways to watch people enjoy them." Answered Samantha with a sultry smile, as she finished her dish.

Frank looked around the partition that was next to their table. On the other side he could see another table, about fifty feet distant, where a woman was laying on the table with her legs spread, and spraying into the mouths of a man and a woman sitting in the booth. Beyond them he could see a group of businessmen sitting at a further table, where several waitresses straddled their faces as they emptied themselves into their mouths.

A dark thought hit him, then. "Wait, are these women, I mean, is someone making them-" but Samantha cut him off.

"This place is run by these women, and they're all tested and clean. This is a special, holy place for them. They get to indulge in their fetish, and also make huge amounts of money. I won't even tell you how much eating here costs," she said. "Nevertheless, don't worry about them, they want to be here, and no one makes anyone do anything."

A waitress walked up, pulled up her sari, rubbed her clit for a minute, and squirted into a glass. She then handed it to Samantha , who drank it down and thanked her.

Frank's mouth felt the lingering fire of the vindaloo, and he realized he'd been so distracted that he had forgotten about the amazing drink in front of him. He looked at it, not wanting to drink it and for the experience of it to be over, but he was too thirsty, so he drank it down. He let the last mouthful sit in his mouth, feeling the thick dregs from the bottom of the glass, made up of Ahana's spit and cream, slide along his tongue. He took a deep breath, feeling the bliss wash over him from drinking this amazing fluid, and swallowed the last of it.

Samantha smiled at him, and said, "Wait 'til you try the fierce foursome! The waitress puts her sweat into the drink, too, and it tastes, well, you just have to try it for yourself!"

Frank beamed at her, and said, "I'd love to!"

Samantha laughed, and said, "Not tonight, silly! These women can't constantly make these drinks. This place is only open for an hour and we have to leave.

Samantha stood up, and Frank said, "Wait, don't we have to pay?"

Samantha laughed and started walking, as Frank got up and followed. They walked out the door as a woman at the bar waved and thanked them for coming. Once in the hall, Frank asked Samantha , "Seriously, did you pay them?"

Laughing again, Samantha said, "Sweetheart, that place is so expensive and underground that you have to pay in advance. Whatever you're thinking it might cost, add several zeroes to that number."

Frank arched his eyebrows and shook his head in awe. He then followed Samantha back to the car in silence. He got behind the wheel and drove them back home.

"So, how do you feel about squirt, now?" asked Samantha .

Frank gently held the steering wheel as he drove. His answer began to form in his head, and he could barely believe it himself.

Chapter 5

"No, I still don't want it," he said, firmly.

Samantha teared up, and her voice cracked as she said, "No? So, you're actually leaving?"

Frank pulled the car into the garage, put it in park and shut off the engine. He turned to her, and replied, "Yes, I think this is goodbye, my sweet Mistress, my darling Samantha ." His voice hitched in his throat as he said the final words. His heart was breaking, but he really just was no longer interested in playing her squirt slavery game.

Samantha looked at him through her tears, and pleaded, "But, you loved the squirt at the restaurant, didn't you? Why don't you want to keep drinking me?"

"I don't know," said Frank, and got out of the car.

The next day he left them with a tearful goodbye, and many hugs and kisses. He found an apartment, and a new job. Time went on, and he largely felt like a new man. He was finally over his obsession with drinking squirt, and it was liberating.

One day, though, as he was washing a dish, the water from the faucet hit the dish, and the swirl of clear water cleansing the dish, and splattering outward reminded him of watching hot squirt shoot out of a woman, and splatter into a glass, or onto a face.

He shook off this thought and moved on with his day. He listened to Epictetus's Discourses on an audiobook while he finished doing the dishes. Telling himself that these silly things in life were just indifferents, he tried to let them go.

Work was interesting, and helped to keep his mind busy. He made new friends, and even slept with a beautiful brown woman that he met at the gym a few times. She had looked at him strangely when he watched her pussy as she came. His face went from excited, to confused, and then to neutral as he realized she was, like most women, not a squirter. He didn't know how to feel about it.

Months went by, and he started to have dreams about a woman sitting in front of him and letting her juices stream into his mouth. Nonsense, he told himself. He was over all of that silliness.

Yet, for some reason, one night he found himself driving by the warehouse that contained Nectar. He told himself it was just for the vindaloo that he wanted to go there. It truly was the best he'd ever had. It took some effort to refrain from turning the wheel and parking in front of the building, but he managed to drive home, instead.

One day, though, he couldn't stop thinking about tasting the Fierce Foursome. What did it taste like? What did the special diet of the women make their sweat taste like? Would it blow his mind even more than the Triple Threat Nectar? It bothered him that the flavors were so mind blowing that he couldn't even put them into words, still, to this day!

No! He told himself, he would not go to the restaurant. He made good money, but he reasoned he still probably couldn't even afford it. Yet, maybe he could dip into savings...

That evening after work he felt like his head was on fire as he drove to Nectar. What was he doing? Was his squirt obsession coming back? No! He just wanted to taste the one drink, that's it! then he would be done. It was just the mystery planted in his head by Samantha that night, that's all. Once that was solved, things would be okay.

Chapter 6

He pulled up outside and walked through the giant green doors, and down the hall. He rapped at the smaller door the same way Samantha had, but it didn't open. Listening at the door, nothing could be heard within. He banged on the door, and it opened! Cautiously, Frank stepped through, but his eyes couldn't understand what they were seeing.

The place was empty. Not only empty, but it looked like it had never been a restaurant at all. There were no tables, no chairs, no bar, and no kitchen. He walked around the entire place and found nothing but old, broken and rusted machines for making textiles. Frank felt like he was going crazy!

Was it the wrong building? No, definitely not, he was one hundred percent sure of that. This was madness. He walked out, and drove back home. Once he was there he called Samantha , no answer. He called Ashlyn, no answer. He texted them and got no reply. He drove to Samantha 's house, and someone else was living there. Drove to her work, and no one knew who she was, and there was a complete staff turnover, so they didn't know who he was, either. He demanded their records, but they threatened to call security, so he had to leave.

Frank felt like his life was falling apart. What was happening?

He felt panicked. He called an old coworker and asked if he remembered Ashlyn and Samantha . The man laughed and said of course he did. Frank asked him if he had heard about their previous living arrangement and he asked if Frank was feeling okay.

Though he still felt very strange about the situation, he was able to move on with his life, and find happiness in his work and friendships. He mostly forgot about the whole thing, though sometimes he still had dreams about Samantha and Ashlyn serving him a Fierce Foursome.

Chapter 7

A phone line opened and a voice said,

"He called."

"I told you he would. What did you tell him."

"Nothing."

"Good. It's for his own good."

The phone went dead again.