Gush: [F]irefighter Got [M]e to Squirt Like a Fire Hose | 2016

As the geyser kept shooting out of my pussy, I thought to myself: Damn, this boy is going to know how to fuck. We had met twenty minutes earlier for coffee after he answered my Craigslist advertisement the day before. Now I was being forced to suck his cock as he stroked my pussy hard and fast.

Spit.

His saliva landed smack dab between my pussy lips, and that extra juice put me over the edge. I kept squirting and squirting. As the liquid gushed out of my body he kept pounding me with his fingers and forcing me to take all of his cock in my mouth.

It was a nice cock. Rock hard, thick, about seven inches long and nicely trimmed. I’ve gotten so spoiled lately with my Craigslist stash of men—if they don’t have a terrific penis they get the axe right away. His very nice cock was attached to a killer body, chiseled face, and warm smile. The bonus: He’s a firefighter.

We started by him roughly telling me to get on my knees. He opened his fly and pushed my face into his crotch. I obliged happily and sucked on him until I got him moaning. Then he threw me on the bed and told me to get on my back. Always a good listener, I did as I was told as he reached up under my skirt and found my wet pussy.

He was naked in a flash, and I was still fully clothed, as he pulled my skirt up over my ass and began slapping me. You’re going to be my dirty little whore today, now aren’t you? Hard. Swift. Painful. Deliriously turned on, he made me suck him again and moved his body so I could lick behind his balls. That’s when his hands and spit worked the magic buttons of my body, and I got the bed soaked with my squirting.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you? Do you want my cock?” I couldn’t say the word yes, so I just groaned.

I was right—the boy knew how to fuck. After pounding me while on top of me and from behind, he agreed to get on his back so I could ride him. I rocked back and forth on his cock while holding on to his nicely defined pectorals. There’s something about that angle that gets me crazy. He told me to look at him, I did, and then I tilted my head back up to the ceiling.

I came hard. The ripples pulsed through my body and I fell on his chest limp and trembling.

He wasn’t quite done, so he flipped me back, told me to look at him, and fucked the daylights out of me. He peered at me while he came, and then he was forced to shut his eyes as he shot his load again and again.

He’s been gone about ten minutes now, and I think I’m going to have to head back upstairs and relive the whole morning while I stroke my clit. Mmmmm.