True Sex Stories: TLC Was Wrong

A sweet little squirter becomes a gushing beauty.

I have never been shy with my body during sex. For some reason, despite being fat and average to cute in terms of looks, the minute I get naked I feel in my element. I don't worry about my thighs, my stomach, or hell, even if I have shaved. I just want to feel and be felt, taste and be tasted. I like sex straight out of the shower, and sex when I wake up in the morning. I am mostly well groomed, but I am also not going to stop a man from licking my pussy to get out of bed and make sure it smells like April flowers. As Nina Hartley once said, "If I wanted to eat mountain lilac, I would be a goat!"

So when I first started squirting during sex, it was exciting and fun. Not at all embarrassing, just a fun new trick to share with my husband. I read that some people were disconcerted with the amount of liquid produced, but I thought they were just shy. I was thrilled with squirting and thought it was very sexy to feel hot liquid pour from my pussy as I came.

I loved it. But still, it was just some liquid, and I never got how people could get into such a fuss about it. Really, just a tiny little mess, right?

Tonight, though, I understood.

I looked so sexy today that I had a spring in my step from morning to afternoon. I was wearing a short, clingy blue dress that was very low cut, and high heeled black sandals. I had my long curly brown hair piled on top of my head to help keep me cool, and it looked just a little bit messy. All day at work, I just kept feeling really sexy. I walked into a restaurant, and a man literally stepped back and told me, "I was not expecting to see such beauty come through the door!"

So I was feeling a bit full of myself. I even came home and took a picture of myself to see if it was all in my head, and the picture was gorgeous. Of course, this meant I had to immediately change all my profile pics to the new pic, and revel in the comments. I never said I was not vain.

When I get home from work, the first thing I do is change my clothes, quite often into my pajamas. But today, I decided that I looked so adorable that I would keep my clothes on so my husband could see. He leaves for work before I do, and very rarely sees me in anything other than extremely casual clothes. In fact, when I once asked him what he thought my style of dressing was, he replied "Frumpy?"

So I took my panties off, but kept the rest on. I kept finding myself leaning over the counter in the kitchen while cooking, and enjoying the feel of the cold counter against my cleavage, and the breeze between my legs. After about three times of doing this, I could smell how hot it was making me.

He finally got home, and he loved how I looked. I followed him into the bedroom, got on the bed, and lifted my skirt to show him my naked ass. He responded by taking off his belt, and smacking my ass with it. This just proceeded to make me even wetter, and I told him we needed to get the kids to bed early, really early.

When we finally got the kids to bed, he came over to where I was sitting and started massaging my neck. Then he put his hand inside the top of my dress and rubbed all over my back and then my chest. With his other hand, he reached up into my curls, and wrapped my hair around his fingers. He kept both hands all over me, my face, my neck, my breasts, and my hair. It was glorious.

I led him into the kitchen, and told him about my thoughts earlier. He pushed me over the counter, and lifted my skirt. He started pulling my legs apart and rubbing all over my ass, before reaching down and grabbing a hand full of my cunt hair. He then pulled that hand back and breathed deeply, before taking the hand and shoving it on my mouth and nose so I could smell what a whore I was.

He took his foot and kicked my legs apart even further. He rubbed his cock all over my ass, and my legs started to get weak. I backed up into him, and he reached down to pull my pussy lips as far apart as he could get them, and then shoved his cock deep inside me. God it felt so good, and for some reason, being clothed made it feel even better.

I took him by the hand, and drug him into the sunroom. I kept the dress on, pulled the skirt up again, and leaned over the edge of the couch. He proceeded to slowly fuck the holy hell out of me, until I could no longer take it and I pushed him on the couch. I climbed on top of him, dug my feet in between the cushions of the couch, crouched over him so that he could go all the way up into my pussy. Then, I just rode him hard and fast until my legs shook and he came inside me. I was soaking wet with sweat, pussy juice, and his come, and yet I was still fully dressed.

Still wanting more,  I once again positioned myself over the edge of the couch, and he guides his hand inside me. While he pumped his fingers in and out of me, I rubbed my clit so hard that my fingers started to get numb. Then, using a NEW talent for squirting prior to the orgasm, I just let loose. I squirted so hard and so much that I could hear it splash on the tile floor. I was shocked at how much was there, but it just kept coming and coming, especially once I started to come :)

Tired, messy, and possibly dehydrated, I pulled my dress off and collapsed onto the couch. He brought me some water, and I just caught my breath for a moment before getting up to go to the bathroom. When I came back into the sunroom, I turned the light on to see if I needed to clean up.

Jesus Christ did I!!!! There was a HUGE puddle on the floor, a wet spot on the couch, and the room smelled like sex. I opened the windows to the room, looked at my husband, and he just smiled and said "Hey, YOU made the mess – you clean it up!!!"

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