Ashamed of Her Secret

It made her so self-conscious, was she abnormal? were there other girls like her?

These were questions so often mulled over in her head when she felt horny, and those questions just increased in frequency when she was due her period and her hormones were raging.

Would men find her weird!? She hadn't had sex with a guy for almost four years since it started happening. She does have Sunday afternoon playtime, all alone in her bedroom, where nobody would know what her body did whenever she got horny or had any sexual thoughts.

She'd learned to cope with it in her everyday life, a little bit like a functioning alcoholic she told herself. However, the truth was, that she'd love a proper relationship with a guy, or at least would love the courage for a one-night stand. Proper sex was becoming a more and more distant memory as the months passed.

Her problem she told herself, was an over active bladder, that made her squirt from her pussy, the moment she had even the faintest sexual thought. Her pussy had become so juicy that she was wearing thick panty liners to keep herself from getting sore. The sight of a guy who was even only slightly attractive sent her pussy into a squirting frenzy and within seconds her liner and panties were soaked. She'd feel her squirt trickling down the tops of her thighs and knew she needed to make it to the bathroom very quickly to save any embarrassment.

She wore stockings almost exclusively these days, her thighs could easily be wiped clean and dry with toilet roll; tights made it harder to stay dry and fresh.

Just the other day, a guy in the office had given her eye contact and a lovely smile at the coffee machine which instantly made her pussy start to pulse and squirt. She didn't even wait to get a coffee, rushing to the ladies, she found a cubicle and squatted over the toilet bowl as she pulled her knickers down. Her pussy continued to squirt for a few seconds, before she gave her clit a gentle rub, sending her pussy into a series of spasms that had her squirting once more into the toilet bowl.

She told herself that if she wanked a little bit, it would drain her, and the fresh panty liner would stay dry, at least for a while.

Returning to the coffee machine, she pressed for her favourite coffee and returned to her desk.

She'd wait to get home tonight, before recalling the events at the vending machine, when she wouldn't have to worry about how much her pussy squirted and she could enjoy her embarrassing orgasm in private.

She pondered the guy at the coffee machine a couple of times during the afternoon, he was from marketing she thought and he was definitely attractive in a hot sexy way. She avoided too much thought though, as everytime she thought of him, her pussy did its usual thing.

As soon as she was home, safe in her apartment, she put down half a dozen towels on the bed, spreading them out on top of one another. She already had a rubber base sheet on the mattress, and this was ample protection for the bed.

She kicked off her shoes, pulled her dress up around her waist and pulled her panties off, tossing them on the floor. Propped up with her pillows, her legs spread wide with just her stockings and suspenders visible now she made herself comfortable on the bed.

First of all, she closed her eyes and pictured the guy from the office; this was enough to start her pussy dripping and the feeling was so good. She moaned with pleasure and reaching down she spread her pussy lips with her fingers, the first jet of squirt rose like a little fountain, visible to her. She was now completely soaking. She circled her clit with her forefinger, as it became swollen and stiff, dipping a couple of fingers inside herself, she started to rock her hips as she rode her fingers. Her hands were soaked as she continued to masturbate. She'd done it so many times, she was an expert and usually found a reason to bring herself to climax each evening. Sometimes she'd do it twice, her pussy was never dry, but Sunday afternoons were her special time.

With a fat butt plug in her arse, she'd masturbate and use her wand on her clit, fucking herself with her dildo and make herself cum over and over. Her record was nine clitoral orgasms in one afternoon, but she usually stopped at half a dozen, exhausted from her fun.

Today however, was only Wednesday and she was soon satisfied from her fun and decided she needed to eat, so she had time to relax before bed.

She woke early the next morning and made an extra effort in getting ready for work. She was an attractive woman, 34 years old with naturally curly fair hair which fell onto her shoulders. She was slim, and had just the right curves. She usually wore loose fitting clothes, always dark heavy materials, just in case of a wet patch.

Today, she rolled up her hold ups, and put on a tighter fitting dress, finished with stiletto heels, she look herself up and down in the mirror and thought to herself how hot she looked. She felt her pussy give a tiny squirt when she thought about why she was making the effort.

Her morning was busy; this was always good as the time passed quickly for her and her mind didn't have time to stray onto things that would make her juicy.

This all changed at lunchtime, as looking up from her desk, the marketing guy from the vending machine was approaching, there wasn't even time for her to panic before he introduced himself.

"Hi, my name is Spencer, I thought you might like to get a sandwich with me in deli, just down the street?"

As she looked up at him, she was taken in by his warm smile and his confident air. He was handsome and he smelled good, she felt a tiny squirt from her pussy, but she braced herself and smiling, she answered.

"I'd love to, my name is Helen and if I'm honest, I'm ravenous."

Rising from her chair she could see him eyeing her figure as she swung her jacket over her shoulders. He motioned her to the lift and soon they were on their way to the ground floor. The conversation was led by Spencer, asking her about her work. He was engaging enough to take her mind off the fact that he was so hot, and he was so confident, something that she found really attractive.

They were soon back in the canteen, when Spencer suggested they meet for dinner at the weekend. Poor Helen's heart jumped and she felt her pussy squirt a little.

"Errrrrr, I can't at the weekend!" she blurted out.

Helen would have loved a dinner date with Spencer, but her sensible head kicked in automatically. She knew that she wanted him, but also knew where it would lead, that she'd be exposed and her secret would be out, possibly all around the office and then toa her friends, she couldn't allow that to happen.

"Well perhaps sometime in the future, I'd love to have dinner with you, but I don't want you to feel any pressure. I'll leave it up to you, if you change your mind, just let me know and we can get to know one another properly." Spencer replied, giving her the option to choose.

The sandwiches were soon devoured and Helen listened to Spencer explaining how he'd noticed her a few times around the office and thought that she really had her life together and that he would love a friendship, even if nothing more.

Spencer pushed a piece of paper across the table towards her, it wasn't a business card, but a hand written note with simply his name and a cell phone number.

There was nothing more that Helen would have loved, than a friendship with Spencer, and an intimate one at that. Her pussy gave another little squirt as that thought entered her head. Soon Spencer was walking her back to her desk and the hour-long meet was over.

wShe tried to keep her mind from pondering Spencer's offer, she'd already had to visit the ladies' room to change a soaking liner 3 times and she was only an hour into the afternoon.

At home that evening, towels stacked in place, Helen masturbated, thinking about Spencer and what it might be like to have him in her bed. She lost track of the number of times she orgasmed, but the bed sheet as well as all the towels were soaked through, once she'd finished. If only she could pluck up the courage to accept his offer, maybe it wouldn't be so bad and maybe he'd be sympathetic to her condition; she thought to herself as she dozed off into a post orgasmic sleep.

When she woke, it was Friday, last day in the office, before the weekend. She was soon dressed and on her way to work. She didn't see Spencer at all that day, and as the hours passed, Helen talked herself in and out of making the call, to suggest that her plans had changed and that she would love dinner.

At home again, the towels were out on the bed again, as she gave herself multiple orgasms. She had inserted a butt plug in her ass and used her plug-in wand to make her clit cum hard, whilst her pussy squirted in large fountains onto the bed.

Saturday morning and Helen awoke, having slept deeply, the sun was shining through her curtains and she felt alive. Thoughts of Spencer came into her head and she found herself trying to talk herself out of why it wouldn't be a good idea to go on a date.

He was mature and confident, not at all the shallow, gossiping kind of person. Besides, she didn't have to sleep with him, it was only dinner, perhaps they could build a friendship and there wouldn't need to be sex.

Sipping a cup of strong coffee, Helen told herself that she would message Spencer this morning, that a guy like him would probably have made other plans anyway and so the danger of a date was probably not going to happen today anyway.

It was 10am when Helen, freshly showered and dressed, picked up her phone. She was too nervous to call, so sent a simple text.

Hi Spencer, my plans have changed she typed, and I am available for dinner with you if you still want to?

After hitting the send button, she held her phone, staring at the screen for what seemed like an age. In fact it was less than two minutes later when Spencer replied. His reply was to the point and both brief and shocking.

It simply read:

hi Helen, that's great news! Text me your address and be ready by 7pm. I'll collect you, you'll be wearing the dress you wore on our lunch date and no panties on underneath.

WTF she thought, her brain working overtime. Just a friendship he'd said, this was a first date she told herself, how could she not wear any underwear, she'd soak her dress!

All of these thoughts flashed through her head, but although his text was scary in so many ways to her, she felt her pussy squirting, her face flushed red as she realised just how turned on, she was by his outrageous instruction.

Instead of deleting it, she found herself texting back her address and closing with the words,

I'll be dressed, exactly as you instruct sir.

Fortunately, Helen's Saturdays were always busy, she'd groceries to purchase, cleaning and tidying to do, a task that she paid extra attention to this week. Her laundry, which comprised of three loads of towels, as well as her clothes and underwear, much of which was stained with the events of the week.

She wore light touch make up, put her hair up and wore a push up bra with her dress, the dress Spencer had requested, high stiletto heels completed the look for dinner and finally stuffing a pair of knickers into her bag, along with panty liners for safety she was ready just before seven.

A knock on her door on the dot of 7pm, made her heart jump and she felt a little wetness on her naked thighs.

Spencer was wearing a dark suit, with an open neck white shirt, he looked very handsome as well as smart and he soon made Helen relax as they drove to a small Italian restaurant on the edge of the city centre.

He ordered antipasti and wine, chatting with the restaurant owner as only a regular could. He made Helen feel special, and she told herself that she was coping well with the evening so far and everything would be okay.

As bowls of pasta were brought to the table, again at Spencer's request, he looked at Helen and explained why he'd wanted to get to know her better.

"I've noticed in the office, that you are always very quiet, yet professional. Your boss is a friend of mine and you enjoy him telling you what he requires and then fulfilling your tasks in a timely and orderly way. You don't question, but always please to the best of your ability" Spencer started his conversation.

"My message this morning was intended to test you, to shock you, but mainly to find out if you were, as I suspected a subservient girl who I would be suited to, my sexual preferences" Spencer paused as his words hung in the air and Helen tried to make sense of them.

"I'm attracted to girls who are prepared to be obedient in the bedroom, girls who crave a dominant man to take the lead and be in complete control when it's time for sex." Spencer looked at her directly his eyes piercing into her thoughts. There were a few seconds of silence before Helen answered.

" I do like a man who has control in the bedroom, but I'm afraid of sex and letting anyone close to me in that way". Helen calmly answered.

Still holding her gaze, Spencer enquired as to why she was afraid.

" Have you been mistreated in a previous relationship", he asked.

Helen shook her head as a single tear ran down one of her cheeks.

" I'm embarrassed by my body and the things it does whenever I think about sex" Helen answered, trying to hold it together although by now she could feel the wetness on the inside of her thighs.

Spencer's look changed a little from a look of concentration, to a look of curiosity.

"There is no need to be embarrassed about anything your body does Helen. I've told you that I will be in complete control and so the responsibility of anything your body does will not be of your own free will and you'll not be responsible for it".

As he finished his sentence, Helen felt his hand tracing a line up her inner thigh, and stroking her already soaked pussy lips.

"Good girl", you've done as I instructed and I can see that our conversation has you turned on", Spencer whispered into her ear

"It's time I took you home so we can talk through things and ease your mind completely".

A couple of minutes later she was back in Spencer's car and heading to her apartment. As the door to her hallway closed behind them, Spencer grabbed her, his hands all over her as his tongue became acquainted with hers in the warmth of her mouth. Her pussy had gone into overdrive and was squirting hard, her juice flooding the laminate flooring.

"You're a squirter, you have no idea how turned on I am by that", he told her directly.

Helen led him to her bedroom and began to undress him, his body was firm and toned. Helen kissed his chest and his strong arms before she worked her way down to his stomach and unbuttoned his trousers. She pulled down his shorts and his hard cock sprang free. Kissing the end of his rigid length, she swirled her tongue around him before she took him into her mouth. Steadily she sucked his cock until she felt him take a hold of her hair that was still tied up. Now he was in control, with each thrust from his hips, his cock disappeared down her throat, she gagged, but it didn't stop him. She was so turned on, he could hear her pussy squirt as he fucked her throat.

Picking her up, he carried her to her bed and laying her on her back, he climbed between her legs and started to beat her pulsing cunt with his rock hard shaft. She was screaming and squirting like a fountain, right up his chest.

Spencer was obviously loving it as he dove between her legs, burying his face in her soaked gash and frantically licking and sucking her in. Her squirting continued and finally after a couple of minutes Helen felt an orgasm building deep in her belly.

Perhaps it was the fact that she felt so free at last, perhaps it was the relentless pressure that his tongue was working on her clit, perhaps it was the two fingers he had buried in her arse, but when she came it was a more powerful feeling than she had ever experienced.

Gasping as her orgasm subsided, he rose above her, forcing his solid 8-inch cock into her. She immediately squirted down it, he raised her legs over his shoulders and he twisted her stiff nipples as he fucked her. Each time he penetrated her, her muscles contracted and she squirted more juice down his length. He thrust deeply into her, then removing his cock completely from her had her spraying huge fountains over him.

He did this repeatedly and she was soon panting with exhaustion as she felt his cock swell. He roared like a lion as he sprayed his seed into her clenching pussy. He was shaking, but held himself above her with his strong arms, gazing down at her and breathing heavily. He stayed inside her until she felt him start to soften.

Rolling onto his side, Spencer held Helen as they both came down from their high. They were both soaking, as was the bed.

"I love the fact that you squirt so intensely" Spencer whispered in her ear.

"I've been so worried! You won't tell anyone?!", Helen replied.

"It's a sexual gift, you should be so happy about it, men will love it. You don't need to worry though, I'll be keeping you and your secret all to myself", was Spencer's response.

Helen snuggled into his chest and fell fast asleep.