Unemployed Squirtmania #5
"Ah!" Kendall gasped, her eyes flying open as the hot, sweet fluid splatted across her skin.
"Taste how sweet you are, Kendall," Felipe growled, his deep voice dropping into a dark, gritty register as he slow licked a line of the cum from her collarbone.
"Look at this bed. You just drenched my entire mattress with your fine little pussy. It was the most beautiful, fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life."
Sasha—Kendall lay paralyzed, her chest heaving violently, a profound sense of shocked, uninhibited arousal washing over her as she looked down at the literal puddle surrounding her bare hips and the wet sheen covering her own chest.
Her clit gave a fresh, hyper-sensitive throb when she felt Felipe's hairy, muscular chest rub against her wet breasts.
"It's a total mess," she whimpered, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink, though her fingers instinctively locked back into his thick shoulders.
"I love the fucking mess," Felipe growled softly, leaning down to trap her mouth in a slow, deep, completely possessive kiss that tasted entirely like her own chaotic release.
"I told you your body knew exactly what it wanted with a real man. You are completely hooked on me now, Kendall. And I'm not letting you out of this bed until I put my hard cock inside you."
The next evening, the high-rise apartment felt even more insulated from the rest of the world.
Kendall’s final-round interview panel was set for Monday morning, but tonight, the only thing she was preparing to conquer was the massive, unyielding desire humming between her legs.
They had spent the day texting back and forth on LinkedIn under the guise of professional check ins, but the corporate subtext was entirely gone.
They were completely consumed by each other.
To celebrate her flawless preparation, Felipe had poured them two glasses of bourbon in his private study.
Kendall was wearing nothing but a loose, oversized white silk button down shirt that barely covered the bottom of her hips, her lower half completely bare beneath the silk.
Her nipples were already hard, poking against the smooth fabric from the mere memory of what Felipe had done to her the night before.
Felipe stood behind his massive mahogany executive desk, his large silver watch catching the ambient light of the study. He had unbuttoned his dress shirt halfway down his chest, exposing that thick, masculine mat of silver-flecked hair that covered his powerful dad bod.
"Come here, sweetie," Felipe murmured, his deep alto voice a low, gravelly rumble that made Kendall’s pussy give a heavy, sudden throb.
Kendall walked forward, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.
Her shyness had completely evaporated, replaced by a raw, ravenous confidence.
She stepped around the desk, her eyes locked onto his thick, heavy cock, which was already fully erect and straining against his unzipped trousers, the dark pink shaft glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
"I don't want to wait for the bedroom tonight, Felipe," Kendall whispered, her voice dropping into a low, intimate register. "I want you right here on your desk."
Felipe let out a dark, triumphant growl that resonated deep in his broad chest.
He didn't make her ask twice. He hooked his large hands under her arms, lifting her effortlessly onto the smooth, polished mahogany surface, scattering a few corporate folders and high-end pens onto the floor.
Kendall sat back, spreading her long, smooth legs wide across the cool wood, completely exposing her swollen, dripping pink center to his gaze.
Her pussy was a furnace, already leaking a heavy, clear sheen of slick moisture that smeared against her inner thighs.
"God, you are so fucking needy for an older man," Felipe panted, his hands sliding down to grip her waist, pulling her bare hips to the very edge of the desk.
He didn't use any protection; they were entirely locked into each other. Felipe lined the broad, heavy head of his cock against her dripping opening and pushed forward in one deep, unyielding thrust.
"Ah! Oh god, Felipe!" Kendall screamed, her voice echoing loudly off the high ceiling of the study as his thick shaft buried itself to the hilt inside her tight, burning tunnel.
Her internal walls instantly locked down around him in a crushing, desperate grip.
The sheer size of him filled her completely, stretching her anatomy with a mature, powerful stamina that drove her insane.
Felipe began to fuck her with a brutal, authoritative rhythm, his heavy dad bod slamming firmly against her thighs with every deep plunge.
The wet, slapping sound of their coupling filled the quiet room, mixing with the heavy scent of raw, primitive sex.
Kendall lifted her legs, wrapping them tightly around his broad waist, her fingers clawing frantically into the muscles of his back as he drove her higher and higher.
"Squeeze it, baby," Felipe commanded, his breath hot and ragged against her ear, his thumb reaching down to grind hard against her engorged clit while he continued to thrust. "Look at me. Ride this big cock."
The dual stimulation sent electric, blinding shocks straight to Kendall's brain.
The intense friction inside her tight walls built to an unbearable, explosive peak.
That familiar, torrential pressure began to coil tightly in the bottom of her lower abdomen—a massive, violent wave of fluid rushing toward her center.
"Felipe! I’m going to... oh god, I'm squirting again! I can't stop it!" Kendall shrieked, her jaw opening in a breathless gasp of pure ecstasy.
"Do it! Flood the desk for me, Kendall!" Felipe roared, lifting her hips higher and plunging his cock deep against her cervix.
With a sharp, gasping sob, Kendall’s body went completely rigid.
Her internal walls convulsed in a series of violent, crushing spasms that clamped frantically around his throbbing shaft.
The dam broke completely. A massive, powerful torrent of hot, clear fluid erupted from deep within her pussy, shooting out in heavy, torrential waves.
The fluid literally sprayed across the executive desk, drenching the polished mahogany wood, splashing onto his leather portfolio, and pooling heavily around his lap and thighs.
She squirted over and over again, completely emptying her needy center across his workspace. The volume of the release was unhinged, turning the pristine corporate desk into a total splash zone.
The sheer warmth and friction of her massive floodwaters completely broke Felipe’s control.
With a loud, primitive roar, his jaw locked, and his entire masculine frame went stiff.
He buried his thick cock as deep as it could go inside her pulsing tunnel and unleashed a heavy, violent torrent of thick, hot cum.
Kendall felt the boiling waves of his seed blasting directly against her internal walls, her pussy convulsing around him, drinking in every drop of his mature release as their fluids mixed and leaked down the side of the mahogany desk onto the floorboards below.
Felipe collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, both of them panting heavily as their hearts raced in perfect synchronization.
Kendall lay back on the desk, her chest heaving, a wild, completely satisfied smile breaking across her face. She reached down, tracing the wet, glistening sheen of their combined cum and squirt that coated Felipe's stomach and her own bare thighs.
"I think we just ruined your important paperwork, Senior VP," Kendall whispered, a playful, ravenous glint in her blue eyes.
Felipe lifted his head, a dark, completely satisfied smirk spreading across his sharp face as he kissed her deeply, tasting the raw, musky sweetness of their encounter.
"Who cares about the paperwork, Kendall? You just claimed this entire office. Now let's get you cleaned up, because tomorrow we prepare to get you hired."
The pale, golden light of Monday morning filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow across the platform bed.
Kendall lay completely relaxed under the soft duvet, the cool morning air a sharp contrast to the deep, heavy warmth radiating from her body.
Her skin felt incredibly sensitive, her thighs bearing the faint, delicious ache of a weekend spent entirely without limits.
On the nightstand, her phone vibrated with a sharp, digital chime.
Kendall reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she unlocked the screen.
An email notification from the HR director at Global Tech Holdings sat at the top of her inbox.
Her breath caught in her throat as she tapped it open: Dear Kendall, following your interview panel this morning, we are thrilled to officially offer you the position of Corporate Marketing Strategist.
Your presentation was incredibly commanding, and your resume perfectly aligns with our vision...
"Felipe!" Kendall gasped, sitting up abruptly, the duvet falling away to expose her bare breasts and tight, puckered nipples. "Felipe, look! I got it! I got the job!"
Felipe stepped out of the master bathroom, a plush white towel hung loosely around his thick waist.
His salt-and-pepper hair was damp, and his broad, muscular chest was covered in a fresh sheen of water droplets that glistened against the dark, silver-flecked hair of his dad bod.
At the sound of her voice, a slow, incredibly proud smirk spread across his rugged jawline.
"I told you they’d be idiots not to hire you," Felipe murmured, his deep alto voice a low, gravelly morning rasp that sent an instant, familiar throb straight down to Kendall's pussy.
He walked over to the bed, his massive six-foot frame towering over her, and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"You went into that boardroom and you took what was yours. Just like I taught you."
"I couldn't have done it without you," Kendall whispered, her blue eyes shining with absolute adoration as she crawled across the sheets into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his broad neck, her bare, flat stomach pressing firmly against his chest.