Duality Pt. 02: Knowledge and Stories

Chapter 4

From then on Frank was obsessed. Squirt was all he thought about for much of each day. The taste, the look, the incredible satisfaction it gave women. He watched video after video of women squirting fountains all over themselves and each other. He couldn't help but notice there was always a person in the comments saying something along the lines of, "That's piss," on every video.

So he discussed it with some people online. He tried to argue that it couldn't be piss. That just didn't make sense. Some guy provided a study link and told Frank that he is just too embarrassed to admit he has a pee fetish.

He was frustrated. Yet the next time he was online he found himself yearning to see a woman actually swallow the squirt. The actresses always say they want it, that it tastes so good and such, but always either spit it out or even dodge it completely. This led to the quest to find videos where a woman, or even a man, actually swallows the squirt.

Frank found that it doesn't hardly exist. He would end up watching tons of videos, and inevitably find the only ones that were drinking were clearly and proudly about piss drinking. A woman would squat over another woman's mouth and unemotionally piss into it while the other drank it, frequently gagging and coughing, too. Worse, it seemed like neither party even really enjoyed what they were doing. The videos were clearly designed to be gross and taboo piss videos. Completely foreign to fun, orgasmic squirting videos.

The puzzle became more complicated. It really did seem that all squirt is piss. Every porn star who is just acting like it's not piss betrays their illusion by spitting it out, and every porn star who actually drinks openly makes it about drinking piss, and gags through the whole thing.

He did manage to find a few videos where a man or woman would drink some squirt from an orgasming woman without flinching, and without it being about piss. He even found several where a woman would masturbate, orgasm, and gush into a glass until it was full and then chug the whole thing without so much as a sour face.

Were these evidence that there is some rare squirt that isn't piss? Or were they just really good actors, or just really like the taste of piss?

Further, why did Priya's taste nothing like piss at all? He concluded it must be that true squirt is simply extremely rare, and that most of what you see online is piss pretending to be squirt.

One day as he sat watching videos he realized it was hopeless. Yet he could come to at least one seemingly impossible conclusion: he did not have a piss fetish. He smiled to himself and sat back in the armchair in his living room where he was watching videos while Priya was at a friend's house. The piss videos did nothing for him. They were technically visually what he was looking for: a woman gushing into another woman's mouth and the fluid all being swallowed. Yet it didn't turn him on much beyond the similarities to what he wanted, and the women's overall beauty. Even that small arousal was dampened and ruined by the gagging, and general disinterested attitude of both the pisser and the drinker.

Frank realized he was only and strictly into women coming and erupting with delightful fluid that was not piss, and so could be enjoyably swallowed. As he watched a cascade of different videos of women orgasming and squirting into each other's mouths it occurred to him that if it were actually squirt, and he was there, he would drink literally all of it. He would happily go to each woman as she came and allow her to empty her squirt into his mouth. He would swallow every drop, and then lick her pussy clean as a final touch. Or if his wife had a few friends who were true squirters, he would let them fill a fucking punch bowl and then chug it like he was in a drinking contest.

Then it dawned on him: this wasn't hyperbole. He knew for a fact that he would actually do it if the opportunity arose. He would drink all the squirt. He would lick it off of a woman's body while several other women gushed all over them both. He was a squirt fiend.

Squirt had become a divine, heavenly nectar to him. This was intensified by its apparent rarity, and the mystery as to how it was even possible that studies showed it was piss, yet it simply wasn't anything like that.

What was happening to him?

Chapter 5

Frank's obsession started to wear on Priya. Every time they were intimate he asked her to try and squirt. She rarely could, and she started to feel inadequate and over pressured. Frank felt guilty about this and so he suggested that just once a month Priya should try to make sure she squirts for him. She agreed, and this became their routine. Normal sex once or twice a week, and a planned squirt session once a month.

Frank enjoyed it, but still found himself voracious for more than that. He read online about squirt, and again came across many people saying it cannot be piss. One day he came across a study by a man named Schubach. He started reading and was thrilled with what it demonstrated. Shubach had a group of women completely empty themselves of urine, which was collected. Then masturbate for an hour. Then empty themselves again, and this fluid was collected, too. Then orgasm and squirt, and the squirt was collected as well.

He tested each fluid and found that the urine was, of course, full of urine chemicals. But the second fluid that was produced during arousal was almost entirely water. The urine chemicals were reduced by an average of around 75%, and some as high as 89%.

This was it! This explained everything! Squirt may be technically urine, but it is only on the technicality due to where it comes from. However since it is produced so rapidly, and so dramatically reduced in urine chemicals it is nothing like urine at all! Coupled with the fact that many other studies showed that squirt generally mixes with female sexual secretions, and it totally explained why squirt tasted so delicious: it was a wonderful combination of love juices!

He read other studies and data and found that normal urine is around 4% waste chemicals, and since squirt is reduced by 75-89% this means it would have less than 1% of these chemicals, and be pretty much just water! Further, he discovered that over hydration alone can only reduce urine chemicals by 30-50%, and that too much over hydration to the point that could reduce them further would be fatal. Hence squirt was a truly unique fluid produced only and strictly by arousal inside of some rare women! It couldn't be faked! A woman who drinks a lot of water and pisses for porn to fake squirt was distinct from actual squirt! This explained why actresses almost universally spit it out! Another study showed only 10% of women can actually squirt, so what you see in porn is usually piss! No one wants to drink piss! Priya's body really was responding to her love of him, and her arousal at being with him, by making for him the purest liquid that it could, which was clearly well over 99% water!

Frank smiled the rest of the day. What he loved so much was just water with female lubricants mixed in. He was relieved, and finally understood how it was possible that piss didn't do it for him, but squirt was something he would drink like he was dying of thirst. It was refreshing water, life itself, combined with something else he had an instinctual obsession with; hot sexual pussy fluids. Finding out that it came from the bladder actually made it even more alluring and amazing. Not due to association with piss, but because it was almost miraculous that it was completely distinct from piss! It defied reason. His wife's pussy was working miracles to make delicious drinks for him!

Was it piss, though? He decided it couldn't rationally be considered the same, since it was distinct in every way, both experientially, and on the chemical level. So, to a scientist in a lab, it was piss, in the same way that water mistakenly poured through a coffee machine without grounds in it is technically coffee because it came into contact with some leftover grounds inside the machine and so comes out having trace coffee chemicals. But try to serve a glass of hot water with trace coffee chemicals in it to a rough customer at a diner. Try to argue with them and convince them that it is, in fact, coffee, and see if they don't scream at you for trying to treat them like a fool. Water with trace coffee chemicals isn't coffee, and squirt with trace urine chemicals isn't urine. Unless, of course, one is being overly technical for scientific purposes, but this was not a laboratory, this was Frank's life. He liked coffee, and he liked squirt. So he decided that it was ridiculous to assume that also meant he must like water with traces of coffee, or like urine filled with urine chemicals.

The only catch, though, that crept into his mind as he went about his day, writing a new novel, taking care of chores around the house, and driving out to get groceries, was that this made things much, much worse.

He now had objective, scientific proof that squirt really was something special and extremely rare. This made him want it all the more, and feel even better about wanting to drink it all the time. It was only rational to want delicious water that came from the hottest thing on earth: his wife's amazing pussy. Of course he should want to bring his wife to orgasm and quench his thirst at the same time. Who on Earth wouldn't?

Chapter 6

Frank decided that watching porn too much was not good for him. Nonetheless, he was still pent up due to his desire for much more squirt than his wife could provide.

He took a break from writing his novel and wrote a tale to temporarily satisfy his fantasies. In the story a wealthy woman asked a man if he would live with her in her mansion and be her sex slave. He agreed, and came to her house. Then she told him to lay on the floor. She said she was going to orgasm and empty herself into his mouth, and he was to drink it all. Worse, still, this was all he was allowed to drink. She would spend the day masturbating and drinking water, and would find him every time she was about to squirt, and his job was to drink, drink, drink. She would catch him trying to drink orange juice, or soda, and would chastise him. Then she would strip off her pants, sit on the table, and press his head into her folds as she erupted into his mouth. The man was disturbed at first, and considered leaving, but as he realized she made sure that all he drank from her was pure, delicious squirt, he gave in, and learned to love it.

Days went by. The man would wake up to his mistress straddling his face, masturbating, and then lowering herself onto his open mouth as she came and drained herself into his mouth, a flood of tangible, fluid ecstasy. She would walk in on him while he was trying to read or watch TV, demand he get on his knees, and then she'd press her folds into his mouth, let him lick her, and then flood for him. Sometimes he'd exercise and become dehydrated. Then he'd have to find her and ask for a drink. She'd happily pull her skirt up, rub her clit, and then sit on his face and come, thrusting her hips against his mouth. If he wasn't sated, he would ask her for more, and she'd chug a bottle of water, and have him tongue her for a while until she orgasmed again, and give him another torrent of her juices.

If she had to leave the house without him, she would leave a large glass filled with her squirt so he wouldn't go thirsty. If she took him with her she would stealthily keep herself aroused throughout their outing and then, when her arousal was too much to bear, she would pull him into a broom closet or bathroom stall, push him to his knees, and have him lick her to orgasm. Sometimes she'd come into her panties and then take them off and stuff them, soaking, into his mouth. She'd make him keep them in his mouth as they finished their outing, only allowing him to take them out once all the squirt was sucked off of them. Or she would get mad at him and punish him by refusing to let him drink her. Instead she would push him to his knees and then gush into her panties while holding his head between her legs, but covering his mouth so that her squirt would drench his face and hair instead. Then, after walking around in public, drenched in squirt, an apology would be forthwith, and he would be treated to loving, kind words at home, and all the squirt he wanted.

Sometimes, if he pleased her greatly, she would sit on his face and masturbate while drinking lots of water, and gush into his mouth, over and over, for several hours at a time. His whole world would just be looking up at her thick body, smelling her pussy, her bush tickling his nose gently, loving the sight of her smooth, brown skin, and her special drink. Her squirt would be building up inside her as she masturbated, and then the crescendo of an orgasm and the flood. Then the process would begin again.

The mistress took on another voluntary slave. This time a voluptuous woman. She made Frank subservient to the new slave, and so he spent his days drinking even more squirt. The new slave would demand he drink her even when he was trying to sleep. She would gush all over him and his pillow sometimes, and otherwise annoy him by being too demanding. The new slave would drink the Mistress, and Frank would drink from the slave, frequently at the same time. A chain of gushing going from one gorgeous woman's pussy, into another woman's mouth and then out of her pussy, and ending in the man's delighted mouth. It was delightfully depraved, yet still fun, as all the characters ultimately were doing these things voluntarily and enjoyed them overall.

Frank enjoyed writing the story, yet was annoyed at how it made his dick incredibly hard the entire time. Since he wasn't masturbating, this was quite annoying!

To be continued in Duality part 3: Extreme Squirt Slavery