Squirtmania with Kendra #2
"Nothing's wrong, baby. Give it to me," Jason commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, gritty register as he felt her pussy walls lock down like a vice around his fingers.
"No, I’m gonna…I'm gonna make a mess!" she cried out.
Before she could pull away or try to stop it, her body went entirely rigid.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and with a loud, gasping sob, the dam broke.
A massive, powerful torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy, squirting directly out of her and soaking Jason’s hand, his wrist, and spraying heavily across the front of his unzipped safety vest and jeans.
The fluid shot out in multiple, pulsing waves, drenching everything in its path.
Kendra slumped against his shoulder, her body trembling violently from the aftershocks of a shattering, wet climax.
She was entirely mortified, her old shyness rushing back as she realized she had just completely soaked a customer in the middle of her workplace restroom.
"I'm sorry... oh my god, Jason, I'm so sorry," Kendra whimpered, her face burning with an intense, painful blush. "I don't know why my body did that. I ruined your clothes."
But Jason wasn't looking at his clothes.
He was staring down at his wet hand, then up at Kendra’s flushed, beautiful face.
A slow, incredibly nasty, predatory grin spread across his face.
He lifted his hand, looking at her sweet pussy juices glistening on his dark, hairy skin, and then—to Kendra’s absolute shock—he slid his tongue along his fingers, tasting her.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jason breathed, his voice thick with an absolute, wild arousal. His cock was straining so hard against his jeans it looked like it was going to rip the denim. "You just squirted all over me, princess. You literally flooded my hand."
"It's... it's disgusting," she whispered, covering her face.
"It's the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life," Jason growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the door, forcing her to look at him.
"I love the fucking mess, Kendra. You’re a little slut for me, aren't you? Now clean yourself up. Tonight, I’m getting you back to my apartment, and I’m gonna make you drown my bed."
The rest of Kendra’s afternoon passed in a complete, breathless blur.
After Jason had kissed her one last time in the restroom—leaving her lips swollen and her body absolutely humming—he had finished his tea and walked back to the construction site, leaving her to clean herself up.
She had spent the last hour of her shift wiping down the counters with shaking hands, her underwear still completely soaked and clinging to her skin.
Every time she moved, the friction of her denim shorts against her hyper-sensitive clit reminded her of the wild, wet explosion she had just unleashed all over him.
By 5:00 PM, the cafe was closed. Kendra locked the front glass doors, turned off the espresso machine, and quickly walked out into the heavy, sweltering summer heat.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket the exact second she stepped onto the sidewalk. She snatched it out, her heart hammering against her ribs when she saw the text message from an unknown number.
Jason: My shift ends in ten minutes. I’m parked across the street from the site in the big black pickup truck. Get in. Don’t make me wait, princess.
Kendra swallowed hard, a sudden wave of nerves and intense horniness crashing through her abdomen. She looked down the block toward the commercial construction site. The massive yellow cranes were shutting down, and a stream of men in dusty boots and hard hats were spilling out onto the gravel lot.
She walked quickly, her sneakers clicking against the pavement.
Her shyness was fighting a losing battle against the raw, carnal desire that had been unlocked inside that bathroom.
She spotted his truck immediately which was a lifted, rugged black pickup with tinted windows, looking just as aggressive and masculine as the man who owned it.
The passenger door unlocked with a loud click as she approached. Kendra pulled the heavy door open and climbed inside, the cool blast of the air conditioning instantly hitting her flushed skin.
Jason was sitting in the driver’s seat, his large hands resting on the steering wheel.
He had taken off his yellow safety vest, leaving him in just his tight, gray tank top, which was now damp with sweat and coated in a fine layer of drywall dust.
His thick biceps bulged as he turned the wheel, pulling the truck out into the heavy city traffic without saying a single word.
The silence inside the cabin was suffocating, thick with a heavy, unrated sexual tension that made Kendra’s mouth go completely dry.
She glanced over at his lap, her eyes widening slightly.
Even while driving, the thick, massive bulge in his jeans was completely obvious, pushing hard against the denim, pointing straight up toward his stomach.
"Jason..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Where are we going?"
"My place. It’s five minutes away," Jason growled, his deep, gravelly voice sending a physical vibration straight to her pussy.
He didn't look at her, his eyes fixed on the road, but his jaw was clenched tight.
"I haven't stopped thinking about the way your pussy tasted since lunch, Kendra. I’ve been rock-hard for four hours straight on that site, sweating my balls off, just waiting to get you back to my bed."
Kendra’s breath hitched. She shifted in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as a fresh, heavy wave of wetness slid down her inner leg. "I told you... I’m not really used to this. I’m usually so quiet. I don't know what came over me in the bathroom."
"I know exactly what came over you," Jason said, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his rugged face as he pulled the truck into the parking lot of a modern apartment complex.
"You’ve been playing the innocent little barista, but underneath that apron, you’re a total fiend. And you found a man who wants to get as nasty as you do."
He parked the truck in a shaded corner of the lot and killed the engine. The moment the ticking of the motor stopped, Jason reached across the center console, his massive, rough hand gripping the back of Kendra’s neck and pulling her forward.
His mouth slammed onto hers, breaking through her defenses in a brutal, hungry kiss.
Kendra let out a soft, helpless moan, her tongue instantly tangling with his as he drank her in.
He tasted like dust, sweat, and pure, raw masculinity.
His large hand slid down from her neck, his thick fingers ripping at the hem of her tight black t-shirt, sliding underneath the fabric to cup her heavy tits.
He squeezed them roughly, his calloused palms rubbing against her hard, aching nipples until she was whimpering against his lips.
"Come on," Jason muttered, breaking the kiss and shoving his door open. "Let’s go inside before I fuck you right here on the dashboard."
Kendra scrambled out of the truck, her legs feeling like absolute jelly as she followed his massive frame up the stairs to his second-floor apartment. The second they stepped inside the door, Jason slammed it shut behind them, throwing the lock with a heavy, final click.
The apartment was sparse, smelling of leather, old spice, and clean laundry. But Kendra didn't have time to look around. Jason grabbed her by the waist, lifting her completely off her feet, and marched her straight down the short hallway into his bedroom.
He tossed her onto the center of his king sized bed. The mattress was firm, covered in a dark navy blue sheet. Kendra scrambled backward until her back hit the headboard, her dark hair wild around her face, her chest heaving as she watched Jason strip.
He didn't take his eyes off her as he yanked his gray tank top over his head, exposing his broad, heavily muscled chest and flat, hard stomach. He unbuckled his work belt, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud, before unbuttoning his dusty jeans and pushing them down his thick legs.
Kendra’s eyes locked onto his underwear. Even through the dark fabric of his boxer briefs, his cock was a monster which was thick, heavy, and completely rigid, throbbing violently with every heartbeat.
"Strip, princess," Jason commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, gritty register that left no room for argument. "I want to see every single inch of you before I drench myself in your pussy."
Kendra’s fingers trembled violently as she reached for the button of her denim shorts.
Under Jason’s heavy, unblinking gaze, her heart felt like it was going to burst right through her ribs.
She slid her shorts down her legs, kicking them onto the floor, leaving her in just the tight black t-shirt and her completely soaked cotton panties.
"The shirt too, Kendra. All of it," Jason growled, stepping closer to the edge of the bed.
She grabbed the hem of her black t-shirt and pulled it over her head, letting it drop to the mattress.
Without her clothes, she felt completely exposed under the bedroom light.
Her round, heavy tits were completely bare, her pink nipples swollen and fully erect from the intense, suffocating arousal gripping her body.
Jason let out a low, appreciative whistle, his dark eyes tracking the soft curve of her waist down to the heavy, dark wet spot staining the front of her underwear. "Look at you. You're already a total mess and I haven't even touched you yet."
He reached down, hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, and shoved them down to his ankles.
Kendra’s mouth fell open, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
His cock was magnificent—easily eight inches of thick, heavy, vein mapped muscle, pulsing angrily in the cool air of the room.
The crown was broad, dark pink, and already glistening with a heavy bead of pre-cum that leaked down his shaft.
It looked completely unyielding, a weapon designed for pure, raw pleasure.
Jason crawled onto the bed, his massive knees sinking into the dark navy blue mattress.