Squirming, Cumming, Squirting

This morning I wake and smile.
I am the first in the house to awaken.
I don't move, but mentally recount the events of last night.
As the song says, Oh what a night!!

I must have started squirming a bit,
because Sir's hand finds my nipple.
Ohholyhell, they're sensitive and sore.

"mmm, sensitive?" he says sleepily.  
"How'd you sleep, fiona?"

My reply is simply my short breaths as he plays.

His hands finally have mercy
and he rubs down my body
I'm all sore and smile at being so well used.
Eventually rolls over onto his back.

I roll with him, of course, and begin to explore his body.  Whenever he lays on his back, one of my hands finds his cock and balls to hold and explore and caress.   I love to touch him.

We start to chat.
I frequently ask him what he dreamed about.
He said he had a dream about taking me to a dungeon.
He told me all about his dream and I was squirming.
Ohmygoodness I was all but humping his leg
and my breathing is more like panting.

I'm so worked up.

He rolls back over to his side and puts his head on top of mine.
We're facing each other and his mouth is over my ear.

"Would you like me to take you to a dungeon 
and spank you while others can see you?"
"Yes, Sir." I answer immediately.

"Would you like me to take you, strip you naked and let others flog you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Spank you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Take a belt to you?"
"Yes, Sir."

Oh, I'm becoming so squirmy,
so horny,
so seriously worked up!

"Fiona, you are such a good girl."
"I wish others knew what a good girl you are.  
What a submissive girl you are."
"me too, Sir, ohgod, me too!" I respond.

My mind is awash.  I am soaring with hormones.
I am just about so horny at this point, I am loosing my mind!

He pushes my legs apart and effectively rolls me onto my back.
He takes my hands and puts them on the rungs of the headboard.
He levers himself over to suckle on my sore, sensitive nipples,
just playing and eliciting gasps.

He keeps talking....
**no idea what he actually said anymore**

My head is IN IT.  I am so turned on.
(you know that the mind is the most powerful sex organ)

With his lips still firmly affixed to my nipple, His fingers find my clit.
Wow, I'm sore from last night.  But clearly turned on as I'm really wet.

He rubs my clit and with little work,
he has pulled out the first orgasm of the day.

Quickly, he moves his magic fingers to my opening and dips inside.
He begins to finger me.
I don't have any idea what he was doing differently,
(truthfully, it may just be different because I am so aroused and turned-on!)
but I cum, almost instantaneously.

He doesn't stop, after my orgasm, he keeps at it.
Working hard, quickly, fucking the living shit out of my pussy.
All of a sudden, another orgasm is building.

So picture this.
I'm on my back with my knees bent,
my feet together, my knees laying open.
He's laying beside me on my left side.
His torso is laying over my chest and his mouth is affixed to my right nipple.
His left hand is finger fucking my pussy.
His right hand is playing with my left nipple.

I lift my head, grasp onto his shoulder as my orgasm claims me, once again.
I open my mouth with a semi-silent scream.
My fingernails digging into his shoulder.

But once again, he doesn't stop.
He simply doesn't stop!
and on the heals of the last amazing orgasm,
I have a deeper, more...
oh hell I don't know the right name or word...
it's simply more comprehensive, maybe? A deeper orgasm?
I don't know.

When I cum, typically, it's like a pulsing or convulsing - tight pulses.
When I came this last time, it was like my whole puss was squeezing and releasing.
It literally made my toes curl - I could actually hear my toes cracking.
My hands dig into Sir's shoulder
and I opened my mouth and scream into his neck.

It was amazing.
He pulled the last of the pulses from my pussy,
pulled back and smiled at me.

He pulled his hand out and held it up.
"You peed on my hand." he says.
"No, I didn't."

"Uh, ya, fiona.  You did.  Look my hand is soaked."
I take his hand to suck on it ...
he's right by the way, his hand is drenched.
I suck the side of his palm and it's NOT pee.

"It's not pee, Sir.  I did NOT pee on your hand."
(now here's somewhere where we are a little different.
I would be mortified if I had, he wouldn't give a shit.)

"Fiona, pull back the covers.  Look."
all I could say is the exact same retort...that I hadn't peed.
"Fiona, pull back the covers and look."
I reluctantly pull back the sheet which still covered my lower half.
"I know it's wet, but it isn't pee."

So, I have been on some medication
that has turned my pee brown for a few days.
So it's really convenient...I roll over and holy shit.

There is indeed a massive wet spot...
completely soaked all the way through the sheets.
And it's ..... NOT brown.

"taste it, it's not pee."
hehehehehehehe

YEA!  I SQUIRTED!!!!

I have read about so many of you squirting
and have had sex for over two decades
and have never squirted.

I didn't think that I could.
How in the hell do we keep having firsts?
How can things change?
How can I still have new experiences?
I am so fortunate.  Truly Fortunate!!