Or Else It Gets The Hose Again!

Or Else It Gets The Hose Again!

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A watery and torturous tale of how a young woman's fetish for water is born. From childhood jaunts amongst the sprinklers to the present day, being blasted by a fireman who's very handy with his hose!

Summary

A watery and torturous tale of how a young woman's fetish for water is born. From childhood jaunts amongst the sprinklers to the present day, being blasted by a fireman who's very handy with his hose!

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Submitted: February 05, 2014

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Submitted: February 05, 2014

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It all started when I was just a slip of a girl, when I was still innocent and naive and playing in the garden early one summer’s evening. It had been so hot that day and the sprinkler had been switched on to prevent the lawn from becoming scorched and dry. I was always mischievous and curious and that evening was no exception. I’d been playing with friends all day, having a great time jumping in and out of the oversized paddling pool I’d been given for my birthday. Still wearing my bathing suit I heard the sprinklers switch on and went to investigate. My family lived in France years ago, the Dordogne region to be exact,  in an oversized ramshackle mansion. The garden of my childhood home was huge, stretching all the way down to a brook and beyond that was the orchard. I often used to go there to read quietly amongst the trees. That evening I watched in fascination at the arcs and jets of water that the sprinkler irrigation system sent cascading across the grass. I marvelled at the miniature rainbows that appeared caused by the evening sun shining through the droplets and spray around me. I ambled all the way down the garden, every now and then jutting my hand out into the jets of water, half expecting to be chastised by an adult at any time. So I sneaked down to the orchard out of sight where I could really go to town. The water sprinkler was working over time down there, to irrigate the fruit trees. I remember kicking my leg out into the arcs of spray, squealing at the cold water and running away before venturing back again. Each time I went back I grew bolder, until I stood amongst the click-clacking equipment letting the spray envelope me completely. The cold water was invigorating and the needling sensation on my skin made my whole body come alive in a way I had never before experienced. I don’t know exactly what it was that possessed me to strip out of my swimming costume but I did just that. I guess I wanted to feel completely alive and I revelled in the naughty sense of freedom that came from standing there completely naked amongst the fruit trees and water spray.

The longer I stood there, the more exhilarated I felt... I also felt something new and a little scary too. Back then, my breasts were merely small domes on my young chest, I never really paid much notice to them until that evening in the orchard. The sensation of the water spraying against my tiny pink nipples however made me feel weird inside, I found myself squeezing my legs together tightly which felt nice. When I moved closer to the sprinkler I discovered that the jets hit my skin more vigorously and I liked it so I moved closer until the water drummed against my belly and tops of my legs. It tickled at first then as I parted my legs a little I gasped as the jets blasted my most intimate parts. I stepped back in shock, my naive mind not comprehending what my body was experiencing. Ever curious though I stepped back amongst the spray and cautiously approached the sprinkler system once more. This time I prepared myself for the shock of cold water against my nubile folds. It felt like I was fizzing down there! The longer I stood there the more excited I became, my legs trembling as I strained to stay within range of this new found pleasure. I was however unprepared for my body’s final response when I knelt above the sprinkler so that water shot upwards and between my labia. Like an explosion in my belly, my first orgasm swept through me courtesy of that sprinkler and it’s needling water jets....  Whilst scared of what I’d done and how it made me feel I couldn’t stop myself going back whenever those sprinklers got switched on. Little did I know back then that my water fetish had been born...

 

Move forward two decades and that water induced frenzy is still going strong. I’m always looking for new ways to get off on the wet stuff. I discovered the wonder of power showers with changeable settings, lying back in a bathtub my hips thrust upwards, offering up my pussy to the magical jets, allowing my sex to fill with water before squeezing my muscles to force the water back out in my very own jets. I also learnt that with careful positioning over the water jets in a jacuzzi or hot tub I could get my watery fix in public too, almost always without anyone suspecting, unless of course I wanted them to! I’ve also engaged in under water fucking; something about the buoyancy that water affords and the silky wetness against my skin really hits the spot.

However, until not so long ago, I started to feel  that these tried and tested methods of satisfying my urges just weren’t cutting it like they used to. As I mentioned before I’ve always been curious and adventurous by nature, a thrill seeker I guess. I was finding it harder to climax by shower head alone and this upset my whole equilibrium. Then I met Raf and everything changed. Raf is a fireman by profession and is just as hot and fiery in the bedroom (or wherever we happen to be!). He’s the type of man that makes me wet as soon as he walks into the room, not just his fit body but the way his eyes undress me and let me know without doubt that he’s got filthy plans in mind. It didn’t take much for him to coax my secret fetish from me. He even told me it’s proper name: Aquaphilia, I was a true water lover. I confided in him the things I did to get off and far from being put off he was keen to get involved. I let him use the shower head on me, then I let him fill both my  pussy and ass with warm water  from a special syringe and made me hold it inside until I thought I’d burst! I even indulged in some water sports, a first for me. Raf got me lying spread-eagled on some plastic sheeting and instructed me to hold my pussy wide open for him. I was desperate to feel him pee on me from above and he didn’t disappoint me when he emptied his overfilled bladder directly onto my waiting clit and gaping hole which made me cum harder than ever.

 

Then, last night I experienced my wet fetish at it’s extreme with Raf initiating the whole thing. I have never met a man so set on pushing all the boundaries, he is extreme between the sheets and in every beautiful torturous act he subjects me to, testing my wills to breaking point. When I mention torture I mean it in the most satisfying sense of the word. No pain, no gain so to speak. Whilst excruciating and frustrating and maddeningly arousing, there is no better reward for being pushed to the limits. It’s worth it just to receive the most earth shattering cum at the end! Last night was no exception. I mentioned Raf worked as a Firefighter, oh believe me, I’ve heard every pun going! Yes, he’s got a fantastic Fireman’s Pole and after his antics last night I can say hand on heart he knows how to handle his house too!

 

Blindfolded and bound at the wrists, Raf told me he was taking me on an adventure. It was after dark when he guided me into his car. We drove a short a while and despite asking where he was taking me Raf remained tight-lipped about our destination. The car stopped and he helped me out, leading me carefully by my tied up wrists. I heard keys in a lock, then our footsteps as they echoed on tiled floors. Then I felt the evening breeze on my face, my senses heightened by being essentially blind.

Raf led me on until we came to a standstill. He then lifted my arms and hooked my wrists, by the restraints, over something on what I believed to be a wall behind me. He then untied and slid the silk dressing gown away from my naked body. I felt a heady mixture of excitement and apprehension; aroused and vulnerable all at once. When he was certain I was secure he walked away for a moment, I heard him shifting around somewhere away from me. I was just starting to fidget, anxious that he had left me there unable to defend myself, when he finally returned and then slowly eased the blindfold down from my eyes. Blinking, I let my eyes adjust to the dimness around me and to my surroundings. We were in an enclosed courtyard of sorts, I couldn’t make out much else. Then Raf flicked a switch, the click sounded loud in the quiet. I was instantly blinded by the a harsh unforgiving overhead light that left nowhere to hide from it’s angry glare. Raf walked over to a huge pile of hose and as I regained my sight I saw him start to uncoil it across the stone floor. My mind began racing at the prospect of what Raf was about to unleash upon me and my legs trembled violently, making my restraints tighten above me.

“Now now, you know what happens when you struggle! Be a good girl now...” Raf’s voice was gentle but I heard the darker undertones, the raspy way in which he spoke whenever he was turned on. I could only look on lustfully as he stripped off his uniform jacket, leaving just his work trousers and heavy duty boots. It was like having my very own calendar pin up model as he strutted about bare chested before me, oozing masculine prowess from every pore, displaying what he had for me.

“Ready for playtime?” He stated rather than asked and I whimpered from my spot, fastened to a big iron hoop fixed into the brick wall behind me. With that Raf disappeared inside again and I heard a sound of grinding metal twisting. I realised he had turned the water pump on at the valve just as the first torrent of water came spurting out from the hose’s nozzle. Picking the weighty length of hose up masterfully he walked with purpose back over to me, aiming the jet of water to tease my bare feet, then above me so that water poured down on top of me. Gasping with shock at the cold water assault I fidgeted and tugged my wrists against my restraints.

“Behave yourself! I’ve only just started!” Raf shouted over the noise of the gushing hose. At first I jerked my body from side to side, trying to avoid the cruel blast from Raf’s hose as he aimed it at my naked flesh. Then, as I got used to the water temperature a little I allowed myself to relax, cockily jutting my tits forward and then my hips, goading him and daring him to blast me there too.

“I can see you like that, but how about we crank it up a notch?” Again, another statement rather than enquiry and he went back to the water valve and did just that. The pressure of the water pumping out of the hose increased dramatically and when I started resisting again Raf pointed the jet right at my left tit making me shriek.

“Now stay still!” He bellowed above the din, his face a mask of intent. He began to hose me down from head to toe, battering my body with the powerful flux of water. I couldn’t see for water in my eyes and hair stuck to my face and my skin stung with each dagger of cold that made contact. Despite this, a deep carnal emotion began to boil and fizz inside me, despite the raw feeling of being pummelled by canons of water and losing my dignity in the glare of the floodlight I felt my devious pussy respond to Raf’s torturous attentions. My thighs parted and I strained to catch the impact from the blasting hose in Raf’s hands.

 

Between assaults, when I could blink and see clearly for a few seconds I spied Raf’s cock head poking out of the top of his trousers, straining against the waistband. That just fueled my arousal as I imagined swallowing him whole, maybe even biting his shaft a little too. Lost in my filthy thoughts I hadn’t noticed that my legs were now spread as wide as they could go, displaying my reddened pussy folds.

“Ohhhh you brazen little bitch!...” I heard Raf laugh as he turned up the water pressure to almost bone breaking strength. I screamed each time the water came near and made contact with my shaking body, begging him to show mercy, arching myself away from the next onslaught on hose blasting. Tears streamed down my face, unseen as they got swept away by the constant barrage.

“Open your legs! Now!” Raf ordered but I couldn’t obey, I was so overwrought.. Never before had I felt something so damn painful...yet so fucking good....

I wailed loudly as Raf caught my attention, blasting his house at my tits until I truly believed my nipples were going to get torn right off. Just when I couldn’t stand it anymore he pointed the nozzle right between my legs, the invasive flux forcing them apart. The sheer force of the water now molested my sex, I could feel it bursting up inside me and through the pain my orgasm began growing in strength. Seeing my legs start to buckle Raf finally dropped the hose. I screamed and cursed so viciously, so close had I been to cumming before he denied me. He walked over to where I was held captive and gently took my jaw between his fingers. Kissing me long and hard he then reached up, unhooked me from the iron hoop above me and untied my wrists.

“Please....please...” Was all I could manage, my mind and body both in shock and in acute arousal.

Kissing me once more, Raf gestured for me to sit down on the floor with my back to the wall. Parting my legs wide he smiled, lowered the water pressure then returned to the hose. Searching for my approval he pulled his cock out and stroked it with one hand, whilst the other aimed the pumping jet of water right at my pussy.

“Open up for me baby...” He growled, biting his lip, pumping his fist up and down on his own wanton tool. I did as I was asked, now desperate for release, desperate to be swept away by that torrid blasting water.

I came on impact, the needling spray too much for my pussy to escape from.My clit exploded and my hole sucked in and squeezed out wave after wave of flood water with each spasm.

Dropping the hose, Raf sprinted over to where I lay slumped back again the brick wall, semi-conscious and replete and with one final angry fist pump, he sprayed me with his  very own personal hosepipe, his  semen spurting and shooting into my battered by waiting pussy.....

So as you can see, Raf showed me new dimensions to my fetish and I’ll never look back. Next time there may be an audience..... Next time... Well, we’ll have to see!


 

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