So, when I saw his picture I about drowned in my own wetness because his is an Adonis. He had viewed me on the online dating site, and as with anyone I’m even vaguely interested in, I messaged him a hopeless “Hey” and he amazingly replied! I was my blatant, honest self and said that I needed to deep throat someone and swallow some hot cum and asked if would he be interested.
This usually scares away the young kids, as does my weight. Umm… it didn’t, he wanted to hook up and get dom-ed by a BWW. Ok, fine by me…
Now, I’m not a cougar by any means. I like the older guys. He was younger (10 years), but so, so, so hot. I thought I’d try it out.
When he arrived and he wanted to come in and chat for a minute before I started to dom him (WTF was I going to chat about, let’s just fuck already!). I beered him up and we talked about this being his first time sub-ing. I discussed some ground rules and helped him set some boundaries.
I didn’t tell him I’d never dom-ed before….Shhh. So, we started in and it went really well in the living room. He was having fun, I was being all dom-ie. Then we took it into the bedroom and I kinda tied his arms down (not so tight he couldn’t escape if he needed to which ended up being a very good thing).
We played. I drove his cock wild, then I said that he had to earn a good, long, deep-throating by licking me until I came all over his face.
Remember that I’m a squirter, and I DID ask him if he had ever had one before, and if I could force him to lick me ‘til I came.
So, I was fucking his face which he had expressed an interested in earlier. Then I squirted and that is when the horror started. Apparently he had been with a dripper, not a “fire hose” as he called it later.
I kinda drowned him and he started chocking so I got off him quickly. He ran and kind of puked in the sink. Awesomely romantic.
I felt horrid. What a horrible dom to almost kill the sub. But I gotta say that I didn’t know he hated it. I thought that was what he wanted.
Well, he definitely earned his blow job. We went back in the bedroom and I blew him and rode him and squirted all over his body. I didn’t think that would be gross to him. It wasn’t in his mouth. He was just perplexed and said how he didn’t know it was possible for a female to do that. (See parents, this is what happens if you don’t let your kids watch a lot of porn!) We quickly got up and went to the shower. I must say I stifled myself and didn’t squirt as much as I could. I already felt like enough of a freak.
He said he didn’t think he could get up again, but I got him up again in the shower and took him back to the bedroom for a blow. Now, generally I’m a good blower. Somehow though he saw blood from somewhere and stopped the blow to examine. I think it might have been my tongue or maybe his cock (I found out later it was my tongue, not his cock). I’m usually very good about sheathing my teeth though. He hunted around and we couldn’t find the spot. I told him no matter what he couldn’t stop, even if I was bleeding to death.
So we started again. He was fucking my face nice and deep. When I gagged he stopped right away, concerned about if I was OK and then he wanted to know what was happening.
I had to stop and tell him that it was called gagging. that gagging is what made the cock so nice and slippery, and most guys found gagging on a cock to be a compliment and super sexy (I don’t know why but I’ve heard “Oh, I want you to gag on my cock.” more than once).
Then, I went back to blowing. By this time I just wanted to get through it. I mean he was cute and had a hot body, but fuck, I’m not teaching sex ed. I don’t want to keep stopping because someone is puking or freaking out or wants a mini-lesson on gagging or squirting. I’ll create a fucking PowerPoint presentation next time.
He finished up and lay there discussing the finer points of what a female orgasm is, and squirting, and why, and what and fuck. Why do kids have to be inquisitive?!? We discussed that there should be an app on the website to mark if the girl was a squirter and the quantity from moist sprinkling to fire hose levels.
It was fun, but I knew from the first puke I’d never see him again.
As he left he said “Well, that was an experience.” Just what I wanted to be… “an experience”.
I hate being a squirter!
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