ANNA JAYE WILDE

A little squirt

 

01/04/2016

 

It was a rainy Monday morning and here I was waiting to interview local businessman and property developer Jake Reynolds about his new apartment complex. It was my first job as a reporter for the Herald and Reynolds was well known as a bit of a ladies man and smooth talker. There was even talk that he had ridiculous skills in the bedroom. I was a sucker for a guy in a suit and I was nervous enough to do a good job without the obvious distraction of wet panties. I smoothed my skirt and pulled out my phone to busy myself while I waited.

 

I had never met Reynolds but his reputation preceded him. If he didn’t like you then he was a fucking nightmare. If he did, then you better hope he didn’t find you attractive because from the stories I had heard, he would have you bent over his desk, coming for England and screaming his name louder than a ten year old at a One Direction gig.

 

I wanted to impress my new boss and was fucked if I would succumb to Jake Reynolds and his flirty charm. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn this skirt. It could easily be hoisted up over my waist to allow access to wandering hands. Fuck. I really need to get laid and sort myself out! I was so busy mentally masturbating I hardly noticed a woman calling my name.

 

“Lynsey James?”

 

“Yes?” I stood up and took a deep breath.

 

“Mr Reynolds will see you now.”

 

Bollocks. Here goes nothing. I gathered my stuff, turned off my phone and followed the woman to Jake’s office. She pushed open the heavy door and ushered me in. Jake’s chair was facing away from me and I waited nervously while he wrapped up his phone chat. Arrogant fuck. My time was important too but obviously not as important as his. He hung up and swung round to face me, stood and walked around his desk to greet me. I almost had to pick my jaw up from the floor.

 

This man was beautiful. His expensive tailored suit skimmed his tall body which to my mind, was very well proportioned. His cropped dark hair was perfectly fixed with jus enough product, he was smooth shaven and his bright ice blue eyes only served to soak my panties further. The man screamed money, power and sex. As he approached me a wide smile filled his face and his hand thrust to meet mine. Holy mother of God, what those fingers could do to me. I wondered if the rumours were true and I clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from drooling.

 

“Lynsey from the Herald? Great to meet you! I’m Jake Reynolds but I’m sure you know that already!” His cocky laugh would have been creepy on anyone else. On him it was panty-meltingly sexy.

 

“That’s me! Great to meet you too!” As I spoke Jake’s eyes scanned me up and down. Not in a subtle way either. He met my eyes with his piercing ice blues, then broke his gaze to view my lips, chest, breasts, thighs, calves, my slutty heels I was having trouble walking in then all the way back up again. I nervously looked down at my jacket.

 

“Did I spill something down myself?” I asked, unsure if he was looking at a grubby coffee stain ruining my smart suit or if his gaze meant something else entirely.

 

“No, honey, you look just perfect. I was wondering what you sound like when you come, that’s all.”

 

That’s all? Christ Almighty, don’t hold back, will you! My panties were about to fall down my legs they were so fucking wet. Jake continued without missing a beat, his focus on my nipples.

 

“I think you like a man to take control, to make you scream. You love it when a man makes you come and I bet you enjoy it even more when it’s unpredictable, exciting. Is that right?”

 

I nodded, completely shocked into silence.

 

“Say it. Tell me you want me to make you come.” His gaze never veered from mine and he was so close to me I was practically orgasming from the smell of his cologne. His finger traced the side of my face and down my neck as he spoke. As if I needed more encouragement. He raised my chin so I was looking directly at him.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Say it.”

 

“I…”

 

Jake smiled.

 

“Say you want me to make you come like you’ve never come before.”

 

Fuck it.

 

“Yes.” I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. “Make me come. Please.”

 

“You asked for it, Lynsey. Now lie back and enjoy the ride because I’m telling you, you’ve never had it like this before.”

 

What was he talking about? Shit. He yanked my skirt to my waist and ripped, and I mean ripped, my panties away. He lifted me by my ass and pushed me back on his desk, grabbed a nearby towel and laid it under my ass and legs. What the hell? I wasn’t that fucking messy!

 

Jake took charge and my God, I loved it.

 

“I’m going to make you cum like you’ve never cum before. You’re going to make a mess. And it’s going to be the best fucking experience of your damn life. Do you trust me?”

 

Fuck it.

 

“Yes. I do.”

 

 I laid back and Jake’s hands smoothed up my inner thigh, my bare pussy already exposed and dripping wet. Jake licked his upper lip and while I wanted to kiss that dirty mouth of his I let him do his thing between my legs instead. His breath skimmed my clit and he stroked me softly, over and over, like I needed warming up. Hardly. I was fucking white hot and he damn well knew it.

 

He slipped two fingers into me and I bucked on the desk. It wasn’t like most guys that think pumping in and out is enough. Jake’s fingers curled inside me and I felt an unusual warm sensation as he rubbed inside. I couldn’t get enough.

 

“That’s your G-Spot honey. It’s the key to this technique. When I rub you there and on your clit…” he began to circle my clit and my vision blurred, “it’s explosive. Literally.” He stroked me inside and out and, oh my fucking God, I had no words.

 

“Look at me, Lynsey.” I lifted my head and looked at his perfect face. “Most guys don’t have a fucking clue.” You got that right. “When you can hit this spot…” he rubbed inside and holy fuck… “as well as this one…” more gentle pressure and speed on my clit… “then you’re going to be squirting just about everywhere, you won’t know what’s hit you. So just enjoy.”

 

Squirting? Jesus, I thought that was a myth perpetuated by porn stars, special effects that bore no relation to real life. I felt momentarily embarrassed, then decided to give in and enjoy myself. And fuck me, was I enjoying myself.

 

I could feel a pressure building between my legs as Jake’s movements accelerated and my body started to tremble. It felt different to a normal orgasm. More intense, much more fucking intense, like my whole body was taken over. But I had an odd sensation I needed to pee.

 

“Lynsey, look at me.” I focused on Jake’s stunning blues and tried to listen. “You might feel a strange sensation, like you need to pee.” Was he psychic? “It’s okay. What you need to do is push through it, go with it. It’s not pee, it’s the sexiest damn thing in this world. Just relax and go with the pleasure.”

 

Jake smiled and I trusted him. Fuck knows why but there was some reason I was sprawled half naked on this man’s desk within half an hour of meeting him, about to come hard and apparently make a sexy mess. Oh well, why not!

 

He continued his dual assault on my g-spot and clit, the sensation wracking up inside me and for a long time I felt as though I was on the edge but couldn’t quite climax. It was oddly frustrating and simultaneously arousing.

 

“Go with it, Lynsey, go with it. It can be exhausting, like you can’t get there but believe me, you will, and soon, judging by how perfectly fucking wet you are.” Jake leaned in and licked my clit, his tongue tasting me and flicking me to heaven as his fingers rubbed me over and over inside. My body began to shake, I wasn’t sure what was happening at first but Jake said relax and go with it, so I did. My climax started and fuck me, it was nothing like I had felt before.

 

“That’s it, baby, come for me, fuck that’s so hot.”

 

I cried out his name, and the orgasm ripped into me like a fucking tidal wave. Not only did it feel like all my senses came alive at once, I felt an odd, delicious sensation, like liquid was coming out of me. I wanted to see it but my head was spinning and I closed my eyes.

“Fuck Lynsey, keep going, that’s it…” Jake pulled his fingers from my pussy and more liquid came out of me as he rubbed my clit, pulling every last drop of pleasure from my body. I can’t describe the feeling, it was beyond awesome and it seemed like it lasted forever.

 

My body convulsed, I squirted more warm liquid out and the climax itself was insane, rolling waves of ecstasy flooding my body until I couldn’t take anymore, the feeling slowly faded and I lay back, unable to move. At all. I was here for the duration, Jake would have to do his work today around my half naked, wet, exhausted body.

 

“Okay?” Jake leaned over my face and gently kissed me. He helped me get up slowly and I felt the wetness of the towel under my ass, like I had wet myself. I immediately felt embarrassed.

 

“Don’t worry.” Jake squeezed my hand as he could see I was close to tears, overcome with the climax and obvious squirting that had happened. “That’s what I wanted you to experience. It’s supposed to be like that, the wetter the better!” Jake giggled and rubbed away a stray tear from my cheek.

 

“Really? It was kind of weird but totally incredible, you were right!”

 

“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it…that was the general idea! Do you think you can get up? There’s no rush, we’ve got plenty of time. Here, drink this.” Jake passed me a glass of iced water and I sat up on his desk, trying to understand what just happened.

 

“Fuck, Jake! I’m here to interview you! I’m supposed to be a professional!”

 

Jake gave me a cheeky, dirty grin.

 

“Don’t you worry, honey. We’ll do the interview now and trust me, if anyone asks, you were the consummate professional.”

 

“Our secret?”

 

“Yes, of course. Our secret. Now, do you fancy dinner tonight after work? Or drinks maybe? Cocktails, with a squirt of vodka?”

 

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