Training to Squirt – Part 3 of 5 (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

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Session Three — Day Three

First Lesson: Morning Control

I didn’t even let her get out of bed.

With the sun barely rising, I rolled her onto her back and shoved her legs up toward her chest.

No warning.

No asking.

I plunged two fingers inside her, driving straight up against her swollen G-spot. My tongue found her clit. She was already wet—still half-asleep, but her body was responding immediately.

“Cum for me, Cin. Drench my fucking bed.”

She fought it—

A few seconds of hesitation—

Then it broke.

Her hips jerked violently. The gush came, spraying up into my mouth and onto my chest, soaking the sheets between us.

I licked her taste off my skin like syrup.

“I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that fast,” she said.

“Breakfast in bed, baby.”

Second Lesson: Faster Response

Later, in the shower, I caught her from behind. 

I pressed her against the tile, one arm across her throat, the other hand between her legs.

Two fingers.

Same brutal curl.

No warm-up.

She started trembling immediately, so sensitive she could barely stand.

“Daddy!” she gasped. 

“That’s it, Cin. Cum for me again.”

She did, and I felt her leaking down between her thighs.

It was a smaller squirt this time, but she’d come even faster. 

She was getting better.

I slapped her ass once afterward, praising her.

Third Lesson: Public Tease (Secret)

That evening, we played while we were out at dinner. We had a quiet booth, and made nothing obvious. 

I reached under the table and slid my hand between her thighs under her dress.

She stiffened, eyes wide.

I didn’t finger her deep—just a light tap against her clit.

One, two, three strokes.

Then I whispered, “You know what happens if you cum right here, baby?”

She bit her lip, then shook her head. She blushed furiously.

Good.

She’s not ready for public ruin. Not this kind, anyway.

Not yet.

But the heat in her eyes?

She was thinking about it.

Aftermath: Tender Ownership

That night I fucked her slow.

No brutal fucking. Just deep, steady strokes, one hand on her throat, the other on her breast, holding her exactly where I want her.

No squirting.

“Fill me daddy,” she begged, with her legs wrapped around me.

And I did. The last two and a half days of making her squirt while I acted like my not getting off wasn’t affecting me—well it was affecting me. I needed release too. 

I jetted deep into her. I felt it seeping out of her and dripping down my balls. I reached down, still inside her, and took up some cum. I licked it off my fingers, then slid the same two fingers into her mouth, prodding her to open it.

Then I kissed her, swapping cum, giving her our combined taste.

It was a reminder to her: even when I’m gentle, she’s mine.

Always.