Back in Delgado's den

Three days had passed since Meg had last seen Delgado, and yet the mere sight of his dingy apartment building made her stomach clench. She straightened her blazer and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the inevitable confrontation ahead. Despite her protests, her superiors had insisted she return to get some additional paperwork signed.

As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it suddenly swung open. Delgado stood there, looking even more disheveled than before. His bloodshot eyes widened in surprise, then quickly narrowed with predatory interest.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little lawyer," he slurred, swaying slightly in his doorway.

Meg **** herself to maintain a professional facade. "Mr. Delgado, I'm here on official business."

He stepped back, gesturing for her to enter with a dramatic flourish. "By all means, come in."

She followed him into the living room, trying not to gag at the smell of stale **** and cigarettes. He collapsed onto the couch, patting the seat next to him.

"Have a seat, Meg," he said, his voice dripping with false charm. "Let's catch up."

Meg remained standing, clutching her briefcase tightly. "That won't be necessary, Mr. Delgado. I'm here to discuss the details of your case and get your signature on some additional documents."

She pulled out a manila folder and flipped it open, her eyes scanning the pages. "We need to go over your statement again regarding the events of March 15th. There seem to be some discrepancies in your timeline."

Delgado's bloodshot eyes narrowed. "What discrepancies? I told you everything already."

Meg took a deep breath, steeling herself. "According to your initial statement, you claim to have been at the Blue Moon Bar from 8 PM until closing time at 2 AM. However, the bartender's testimony contradicts this. He states you left around 11 PM."

Meg swallowed hard, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in her stomach as Delgado's hand hovered near his pocket. She pressed on, her voice steady despite her nerves.

"Mr. Delgado, we need to clarify these inconsistencies. Your alibi is crucial to your defense."

(…)

Hours seemed to crawl by as Meg meticulously went through the case details. The stuffy apartment grew dark as the sun set, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Delgado's restlessness increased with each passing minute, his hands twitching inside his pocket.

Meg's eyes darted to his hand, noticing the subtle movements. She **** herself to focus on the paperwork spread across the coffee table, ignoring the prickling sensation at the back of her neck.

"Now, regarding your whereabouts between 11 PM and 2 AM,"

(…)

As Meg continued to review the documents, her hand trembled slightly, causing a sheet of paper to slip from her grasp and flutter to the floor. Without thinking, she bent over to retrieve it, her pencil skirt stretching taut across her curves. The motion caused the hem to ride up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs and the perfect roundness of her behind, barely concealed by sheer nylon stockings.

Delgado's eyes widened at the unexpected view, his breath catching in his throat. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of Meg's shapely figure. His whole body trembled with barely restrained desire, his fingers clenching his penis through a hole inside her pocket. He has just orgasmed at Meg sight.

Oblivious to Delgado's reaction, Meg straightened up, smoothing her skirt back into place.

(…)

Meg had her attention to her notes, jotting down additional details about the case. As she wrote, an unsettling feeling crept over her. The room had grown eerily quiet. She glanced up, startled to find Delgado's intense gaze fixed upon her.

His eyes raked over her figure hungrily as his hand moved rhythmically beneath his wrinkled trousers. Meg recoiled in shock and disgust, her pen clattering to the floor.

Meg's eyes widened in horror as realization dawned. "What the hell are you doing?!" she shrieked, leaping to her feet. Her face flushed crimson with rage and mortification.

"How dare you?! You disgusting, vile excuse for a human being!" she screamed, her voice rising to a fever pitch. She snatched up her briefcase, wielding it like a shield. "I came here on official business and you... you..."

"Now, now, let's not be hasty," he slurred. "I didn't mean any harm. Why don't we discuss this like adults?"

Meg stared at Delgado in disbelief, her mind reeling as she struggled to process the absurdity of the situation. She opened her mouth to protest further, but no words came out. The room seemed to spin around her as conflicting emotions warred within - disgust, anger, shock, and a bizarre sense of morbid fascination.

Delgado's bloodshot eyes met hers, a look of **** need etched across his haggard features. "Please," he rasped, his voice thick with arousal. "I can't... I can't stop now. Just... just let me finish. Then we can continue our meeting like professionals."

Meg felt as though she had stepped into some kind of surreal alternate universe. Her rational mind screamed at her to flee, to report this depraved behavior immediately. And yet... a small, detached part of her observed the scene with an unsettling curiosity. She couldn’t quite comprehend how she had ended up in this twisted situation.

"Finish what?" she managed to stammer, her voice trembling between fear and outrage. "You think I'm going to stand here and let you do... whatever this is?"

Meg stood frozen in place, her mind racing as she tried to process the surreal situation unfolding before her. Against her better judgment, she found herself unable to look away as Delgado continued his frantic movements, his eyes locked on her trembling form.

"Yes, please," he panted, his voice thick with desperation. "Just stay still for a while. I'm so close..."

Against her better judgment, Meg remained rooted to the spot. Her gaze was drawn inexorably downward. Delgado's trousers had fallen open, revealing his engorged member. It was thick and veiny, flushed an angry red. Pre-cum glistened at the tip as his hand worked feverishly up and down the shaft.

Meg's breath caught in her throat. A wave of revulsion washed over her, mingled with an unexpected jolt of arousal. She watched, transfixed, as Delgado's movements grew more frantic

Meg found herself frozen in place, unable to look away as Delgado continued his frantic motions. Her eyes were drawn to his exposed member against her will. She noticed how thick and veiny it was, flushed an angry red. Beads of pre-cum glistened at the swollen tip.

As Delgado's hand worked furiously up and down the shaft, Meg observed the way the skin bunched and stretched with each stroke. The prominent ridge of the head disappeared and reappeared rhythmically. Veins pulsed visibly along the length.

Meg's breath caught as she noticed Delgado's movements becoming more erratic. His face contorted in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly, thick ropes of white fluid erupted from the tip, arcing through the air. Meg gasped in shock as some landed on her skirt.

Meg remained frozen in place, her mind reeling as she tried to process what had just transpired. The room seemed to spin around her, time slowing to a crawl. She stared blankly at the pearlescent stains on her skirt, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

For several long minutes, Meg stood motionless, her eyes wide and unfocused. The only sounds were Delgado's ragged breathing and the slow tick of the wall clock. Gradually, her senses began to return. She became aware of the rapid pounding of her heart, the slight trembling of her limbs, the coppery taste of adrenaline in her mouth.

Finally, Meg's paralysis broke. She blinked rapidly, her gaze darting around the room as if seeing it for the first time.

Meg swallowed hard, her throat dry as sandpaper. "Are... are you finished now?" she managed to croak out.

Delgado's eyes fluttered open, glazed with lingering pleasure. "Not quite," he panted, his hand already beginning to move again. "I'm afraid I need more."

Meg watched in disbelief as his shaft began to swell once more, hardening before her eyes. "What will it take for you to stop this... this madness?" she asked, desperation creeping into her tone.

Delgado's gaze raked over her body hungrily. "Your lips," he growled. "If you use those pretty lips of yours, I might finally be satisfied."

Meg recoiled, disgust warring with a perverse curiosity. "You can't be serious,"

Meg stared at Delgado in stunned silence, her mind reeling. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to flee, to report this depraved behavior immediately. And yet... a small, treacherous part of her felt an unexpected thrill at his lewd suggestion.

"Just... just for a moment," she heard herself say, her voice barely above a whisper. "And then this madness ends. You'll colaborate and we never speak of this again."

"Just for a moment," Delgado pleaded, his eyes wild with need. "Then we can forget this ever happened."

Against her better judgment, Meg found herself slowly approaching him. Her legs felt weak, her mind oddly detached as she sank to her knees before him. She hesitated, her lips mere inches from his penis. Delgado nodded eagerly, his eyes wild with lust. She hesitated, her gaze fixed on his throbbing member. It looked even larger up close, veins pulsing visibly along its length.

Taking a deep breath, Meg parted her lips and tentatively extended her tongue, tracing the head of Delgado's swollen member. He moaned in pleasure, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward. The salty, musky taste of his skin invaded her senses, setting off a shiver down her spine.

Meg **** herself to focus on the task at hand. This was simply a means to an end, she reminded herself. Slowly, she opened her mouth wider, sliding her lips cautiously over the head. Delgado's cock was hot and slick with cum, its girth filling her mouth almost to the point of gagging. Her eyes watered as she struggled to breathe around his thick shaft.

As Meg hesitantly moved her mouth along Delgado's shaft, she felt him twitch in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. His moans of pleasure spurred her on, pushing her to go faster, bolder. Her tongue danced over his length, exploring every ridge and vein. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. Her own body began to betray her, pulsing with an heat that grew with every motion of her mouth.

Megan tried to ignore the mounting wetness between her thighs, focusing instead on securing Delgado's cooperation. But despite her best efforts, the taboo nature of their encounter was electrifying, thrilling in a twisted way. She closed her eyes, losing herself in sensation as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft with growing confidence.

What would it feel like to let this depraved man have his way with her completely? The thought sent an illicit thrill down her spine. She imagined his rough hands roaming her body, squeezing and groping without restraint. In her mind's eye, she saw herself bent over the desk, skirt hiked up as Delgado took her from behind with animalistic passion. The fantasy was so vivid she could almost feel the sting of his palm against her backside, hear the obscene slap of flesh on flesh.

Meg shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore her body's unwelcome response. She knew this encounter was wrong on every level, yet she couldn't deny the forbidden excitement coursing through her veins. As her lips slid along Delgado's shaft, her hips subtly rocked, seeking friction.

Delgado's breathing grew ragged as Meg continued her ministrations. His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to take him deeper. Meg complied, relaxing her throat to accommodate more of his impressive length. She could feel him pulsing against her tongue, his shaft swelling even larger.

Suddenly, Delgado let out a guttural moan.

Before Meg could react, hot jets of cum flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow but the volume was too much. Creamy fluid spilled past her lips, dribbling down her chin. Still, she kept her mouth sealed around his shaft, determined to see this through.

More spurts of cum coated her tongue and throat. It leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her blouse.

As Delgado's orgasm finally subsided, Meg cautiously pulled away from his now-softening cock. She wiped the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling a mix of revulsion and arousal.

"Now," she said coldly, "Felling better?"

Delgado, still panting and flushed, nodded meekly. "Y-yes, of course. Just one more thing."

Delgado's eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker as he gently pushed Meg toward an old cushion on the ground. Meg moved to the cushion, laying belly down. She positioned herself carefully, putting her elbow down to support her weight and looked back at Delgado over her shoulder.

Delgado's hands were surprisingly gentle as he reached for Meg's waist. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled down her tight pencil skirt and matching panties in one swift move. The fabric slid down her toned thighs, pooling at her knees, exposing her bare buttocks to the cool air of the room.

Meg shivered slightly but remained still, her eyes locked onto Delgado's reflection in the nearby mirror. She watched as he positioned himself behind her, his bare dick hovering just above her rounded cheeks. It was large, smeared with a mixture of semen and saliva from their earlier encounter, glistening in the dim light.

Meg's mind raced as she felt Delgado's weight shift behind her. She thought about how careful she had always been, how every sexual encounter in her past had involved a condom. It was a rule she had never broken, a safeguard against the unknown. But here she was, exposed and ****, with no protection between her and this man.

Her gaze zeroed in on his penis, hovering just above her bare buttocks. The sight of it made her heart race. It was large, far larger than any she had encountered before, smeared with semen and she noticed something even more unsettling. A small amount of semen was still oozing from his urethra, glistening in the dim light. The sight was both repulsive and strangely mesmerizing.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she watched the tip of Delgado's penis, still glistening with semen, slowly approach her exposed vulva. The mixture of arousal and fear coiled tightly within her, making her heart pound against her ribcage. She could feel the heat radiating from his member, the wetness of his previous release mingling with the natural moisture of her own body.

Delgado's hand moved to guide himself, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs as he positioned the head of his cock just at the entrance of her slit. Meg's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her mind reeling with the implications of what was about to happen. This was a line she had never crossed before, a boundary she had always been careful to maintain. And yet, here she was, on the cusp of surrendering to it.

The tip of his penis pressed gently against her labia, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the cool air of the room. Meg's body tensed involuntarily, her muscles clenching around nothing as she waited for the inevitable intrusion. Delgado paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his breath hot against her ear.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just let it happen."

Meg took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She felt the pressure increase slightly as Delgado began to push forward, the head of his cock parting her folds and pressing into her entrance.

As the tip slid inside her, Meg's mind raced. She could feel every inch of him, the roughness of his skin against her sensitive flesh. The semen from his earlier release coated them both, adding an extra layer of intimacy to the act. It was dirty, dangerous, and yet... intoxicating.

Meg closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the fear that gnawed at her. She imagined the semen from Delgado's earlier release coating the tip of his cock, the warm, sticky fluid now mingling with her own wetness. As he pushed deeper, she could almost feel the semen touching her cervix, a surreal and intimate connection that sent shivers down her spine.

Delgado's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one pushing her closer to the edge of her imagination. Meg's breath quickened, her body responding despite the turmoil in her mind. The thought of his semen so close to her most private part was both repulsive and strangely arousing. She could feel the pressure building, the mix of fear and desire creating a potent cocktail within her.

Meg's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but as Delgado continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, she found herself losing the battle against her mounting pleasure. The sensation of his large cock sliding in and out of her, coated with their combined fluids, was overwhelming. Her body began to tremble, muscles clenching around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

"Oh ...," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I... I can't..."

Her breath hitched, and she felt a surge of warmth spread through her abdomen. The pressure inside her built to an almost unbearable level, and with one final, shuddering breath, Meg surrendered to the orgasm. Her entire body convulsed, muscles tightening around Delgado's cock as she came hard. She could feel the semen from his earlier release mixing with her own wetness, creating a slick, intimate connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.

As the waves of her orgasm subsided, Meg lay there, panting and trembling. She turned her head slightly to look at him. Meg's breath quickened as she felt Delgado's dick probing deeper inside her. She could feel his cock pressing against the walls of her vagina, the roughness of his skin adding to the intensity of the moment.

Delgado's thrusts became more urgent, his breathing ragged as he neared his own climax. Meg's body responded instinctively, her muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel the pressure building.

Delgado's hand moved to her hip, gripping it tightly as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Meg's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but as he continued his relentless rhythm, the sensation of his large cock sliding in and out of her, coated with their combined fluids, was overwhelming. Her body began to tremble, muscles clenching around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

"Yes... just like that..." she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Don't stop..."

Delgado's breath hitched, and Meg could feel his cock twitching inside her. He was close, so close, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he reached his peak. The thought of his orgasm, of his semen mixing with hers, sent shivers down her spine. It was dirty, dangerous, and yet... intoxicating.

With one final, shuddering thrust, Delgado let out a low groan, his body tensing as he came inside her. Meg felt the warmth of his release filling her. Her own orgasm followed quickly, her entire body convulsing as she came hard around his cock.

As the last tremors of her orgasm subsided, Meg lay there, panting and trembling. The room was silent save for their heavy breathing, the aftermath of their intenmate encounter hanging thick in the air.

Meg felt... changed. The act had been both terrifying and liberating, a secret fantasy she never knew she harbored until now. She turned her head slightly to look at Delgado, his eyes were closed, his chest heaving as he struggles catches his breath. The sight of him, towering above her, their combined fluids mingling on her thighs, was strangely arousing.

Meg's mind reeled with the implications of what just transchanged between them. She knew this was a line she had never crossed before, a boundary she had always been careful to maintain. And yet, here she was, lying beneath Delgado, their fluids mingling as they both catch their breaths. The thought sent shivers down her spine.

Finally, with a grunt, he pulled out of her, his semen and her juices dripping onto the floor in a sticky mess. Meg's cheeks burned, her entire body feeling hot and slick.