Squirt squirt squirt!

Without a word I raised the super soaker and gave Cassie a generous squirt in the face. She'd been in the middle of a long string string of obscenities, so some of it went in her mouth. Immediately she tasted the chemical flavor of it and spat it out. "Yerch! What the fuck?!" she demanded.

"It's my own little formula. Veronica's Dominatrix Fun Oil. Mixture of baby oil, personal lubricant and machine oil. Specially formulated for maximum squirting distance and guaranteed to give your **** that irresistible sheen." I replied.

"WHAT?!?!" screamed Cassie. "If you think I'm your fucking **** you're --"

I cut her off with a squirt across her luscious tits. After that we spent a fun five minutes with her swearing, cursing and trying to block or dodge the oily streams, and me giggling like a maniac. She couldn't win of course. By the time the soaker was empty a very shiny, slippery and unbearably gorgeous Cassie was on her knees in a pool of oil, trying not to slip over. She was drenched. The oil dripped from her shortish hair and ran in little streams over her tits, back and belly. She tried to look angry but kept having to wipe the stuff out of her eyes with her mitts. God she looked scrumptious.