[MF] Me getting fucked in the kitchen [squirting]

It was around 1am on a Saturday night, when my boyfriend [24] and I [23] stumbled in the door from a night of drinking and laughing at a friends house. It was the typical, once a month, spur of the moment get together. Topics included music, sports, arguing over politics, more music, and as everyone increasingly feels the liquid courage in full swing, sex becomes the topic. Anything about it, really- preferences, positions, kinks, jokes, etc.

It always strokes my ego a bit when I over hear my bf talking about our sex life. It’s like getting an A+ on a test you studied hard for. That night, the topic was especially interesting for me because it was about something I had only recently “achieved”; squirting. Hearing him boast about the waterfall that my pussy turned into just merely a week prior was arousing me. Another hour of alcohol-fueled sex talk and I shot him a look. He must have known by the look in my eyes that I was restless to get home. The drive back home is only about 12 minutes, but it felt like an hour and 12 minutes. The combination of the vibration of the car and his hand lodged between my two thighs was making my clit throb.

Once we were inside and took off our shoes and jackets, we both had the same thought: munchies. The joy you feel when you’re drunk and realize you just went grocery shopping is overwhelming. To the kitchen we went. While our food was cooking I decided to make it clear that I was ready for some dick when we were done eating. Fork and knife in his hands, i slowly approached him from behind and reached my right hand around to grope his bulge. With my left hand, I pulled his hair away from his face and gave his ear a subtle nibble and suck. I could feel his heart rate increasing and his cock getting hard through his jeans. I just kind of stepped away from him after that because I wanted to tease him as much as I could. He knows how I like to tease, and he’s usually pretty patient. But to my suprise, when he turned around he grabbed me by the hair in the back of my head and pulled me closer until my lips met his. From that point on we were like animals, just acting completely on instict.

He pushed me up against the wooden pantry door and I tore off my shirt and bra and threw them onto the floor. His body was leaning up against mine so much that I could distinctly feel his hard dick pressed against my stomach. At this point he was kissing my neck and shoulders (the one thing that makes me weak in the knees) and his hands were lightly squeezing my perky B cups. His mouth started to wander downward as his flicked his tongue on my nipples. His hands also wandered downward as he cupped my pussy over top of my panties with just enough pressure on my clit to make me squirm. I put my hand over top of his hand and guided it down my through my lace panties (his favorite). I was moaning so loud when he started playing with my clit that he told me to shut the fuck up so we didnt wake our roommates.

I’m still standing with my back against the pantry door, and he dropped down to his knees. He took a look at my pussy, looked back up at me, then started eating me out. And not the “I’m just doing this so we can have sex already” sort of way, but the “this is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever tasted in my life” kind of way. I was so wet that it was actually LOUD when he was eating me out, like when someone is sucking the juices out of a ripe fruit. After a couple of minutes of raw pussy eating, he started to insert his fingers. I love the look on a guys face after they just got done eating pussy. My head fell backwards and my core stiffened; god it felt so fucking good. Better than ever before. Then in the back of my head, I started to feel like I had to pee. “Fuck. Shouldn’t have drank all that wine” I thought to myself. I knew I would be able to squirt, but last time we laid down a towel for easy clean up. It was still all a bit embarassing for whatever reason. At that point I wanted to migrate to the couch or bedroom…he wasn’t having it. Instead, he inserted another finger. I could feel him so well- it was like my sense of touch was increased x10. My jaw dropped. My whole body tensed up. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna- ughhh!” He knew. I was ready. “I’m going to squirt!” I whimpered. A few more deep thrusts inside me with his fingers until he finally pulled them out quickly and started to aggressively rub my clit back and forth. Still standing up, I contracted my pussy until it started pouring liquid down onto the hardwood floor. I stand there, completely defeated and out of breath, and he starts fingering me again. Pulls out his fingers. Plays with my clit. My pussy released my fluids for a second time all over the kitchen floor. It was dirty, primal, sexy, and the best I had felt in a long time. But it wasn’t over.

“We made a mess.” He stoicly stated. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll clean it up baby.” I said with way too much enthusiasm. I grabbed the paper towels from off the counter. He was slowly taking a bite of his food as he watched me bend over and start to clean up all the bodily fluids on the floor. I heard his fork hit the counter top. I’m on my hands and knees looking down and next thing I know, I can feel his semi-hard dick circling around my pussy. His dick got hard as soon as he felt how wet I still was from the magical orgasm he had just given me. He slid right in as I arched my back as much as I could for him. I gave about 3 good thrusts before he stopped me. “Keep cleaning.” He commanded me with my hair in the middle of his curled up fist. I obeyed. I tore off a few more paper towels and started wiping the floor as he was driving his dick as deep inside of me as he could. At one point, I wasn’t even moving my hand or arm to clean the floor. My whole body was moving from being pounded from behind, and I was still sopping up my fluids.

Sometimes we’ll do light roleplay, I just call him daddy and he calls me mommy. You know, nothing crazy. Tonight he was mainly doing the dirty talking, mostly calling me a dirty slut. We started to pick up the pace, fuck harder and fast until we got into the motion- you know the one. Where everything “clicks” and you know you’re about to cum. I don’t know what made me say what I said next. Maybe it was a natural reaction. Maybe it’s the nurturing side of me coming out. He had my arms pinned behind my back. My ass was up in the air and my back was arched as much as it could be. I turned around and looked him in the eye and said “Make me a mommy.” His eyes widened and he started to cum. I said it again. “Turn this dirty slut into a mommy”. His dick was so deep inside of me and I could feel when he started to cum. He quickly pulled out and finished his load on my back. I handed him the paper towels and he cleaned me off. Gave eachother a kiss. I finally got to eat my drunken munchies. Then we passed out.

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