Depraved?

Randi isn't easily impressed. She's been there, done that. In fact, she's also done that, that, and, yes, in fact, THAT. Oh, and she really enjoys *that*! But I did it. I raised her eyebrows.

So we're having a submission party. She's putting on a show for me, and having a really good time. She's already come a couple of times. Now, if you're an attentive reader, you'll know that she's a squirter. I don't mean a little dribble here or there. I mean, if she's bent over, and we're over a hard floor (her favorite, she prefers everything hard), and she really lets go, her cum hits the floor and splashes up my shins as far as my knees. That's for real, not blog-xageration. Anyway, back to the fun...

She's on the bed, legs spread wide, using the pocket rocket on her clit, with that look on her face - intense concentration, eyes squeezed shut really tight, mouth just starting to open up. Her legs start to tense out longer. Her pussy rises up - higher, higher - the buzzer slightly changing tone as she presses it harder and harder against her swelling clit - I'm hard as a rock watching the show. I threw down the last of my wine just as her orgasm began to surge. As she started making a happy noise, I reached down and held my wine glass to catch what I'm sure is going to be a big, wet, hot, gush of her come. It was huge - I can hear it rocket out with a hissing noise - it hits the wine glass, spinning around the circular globe. I caught as much as I could, as the bed was below her, affecting my ability to tip the glass. I actually managed to keep most of it in the glass. I probably caught about 3/4 of a shotglass total. Some ran down on the towel, some shot up my arm, but I got most of it in the glass. She had felt me touch the cool glass to her pussy, so she knew something was going on. Her eyes widened as she saw the volume of fluid in the glass. Since she's never had the big shots hit her face, or belly, or rocket into her mouth, she didn't have a good feel for the volume. Sure, she's seen the big puddles afterward, or seen it all over me, but there it was, on display, obviously fresh from the orgasm that was still sending tremors through her body. I held the glass up to the light, admiring the contents. Almost completely clear, just the faintest tint of color. Holding the stem of the glass, I rotated the glass back and forth, then swirled the glass to coat the sides. For anyone that might be curious, her come has no legs at all - it just runs right back down the glass. So I held the glass between us, turning it in the light, and, keeping direct eye contact with her, brought it to my lips and drank it. I savored the slightly tart, slightly sharp, extremely exotic flavor. It has virtually no odor or color at all, but there is a fairly strong flavor. Maintaining eye contact, I made sure I had gotten every drop out - the clear glass really helped the effect - and told her that it was delicious.

She looked a little shocked. "That", she said, "was depraved." At this comment, I felt a smugness that I rarely feel. "Yes it was", I said - "Do you have a problem with that?" "No, I just thought you should know" she responded.

Depravity. Maybe that's my super power.