Confront head on

Meg paced nervously in her apartment, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors. She glanced at her phone again, rereading the text she'd sent to Jeffrey - or "Dick Pumper" as she'd sarcastically saved his contact. Her stomach churned with a mixture of anger and anxiety.

How could she have been so blind? The signs were there - the strange moisture, his eager insistence on always being the one to handle the condoms. But she'd ignored her instincts. Now she felt utterly betrayed and foolish.

Meg smoothed her pencil skirt, still in her work attire from the office. She'd rushed home as soon as her shift ended, her mind racing with what she would say to Jeffrey. Part of her wanted to scream at him, to unleash all her fury and hurt. But the lawyer in her knew she needed to stay calm and collected to get the truth.

Meg took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She glanced around her tastefully decorated apartment, hoping the familiar surroundings would steady her resolve. The soft gray walls and modern furnishings usually brought her comfort, but today they felt cold and distant.

As she waited for Jeffrey's arrival, her mind drifted back to the two times she'd gone to confront him at his place. Both times, her determination had crumbled as soon as she saw him. Something about his eager puppy-dog eyes and fumbling attempts at charm had disarmed her.

She'd meant to demand answers, to call him out on his deception. Instead, she'd found herself swept up in his clumsy passion, letting him fumble with another sabotaged condom before taking her roughly on his rumpled sheets. Even as he finished inside her, grunting with satisfaction, she'd said nothing - paralyzed by a mix of desire and self-loathing.

Meg shook her head, angry at herself for her weakness. This time would be different, she told herself firmly. In her own space, surrounded by the trappings of her successful career and put-together life, surely she could find the strength to put him in his place.

The minutes ticked by slowly as Meg waited. She busied herself straightening her already immaculate apartment, adjusting throw pillows and aligning coasters. The scent of lavender from her diffuser filled the air, doing little to calm her frayed nerves.

As twilight fell, the city lights began twinkling outside her windows. Meg gazed at the skyline, remembering all the late nights she'd spent working towards her dreams. How could she have let herself get so derailed by someone like Jeffrey?

Just then, she heard the jangle of keys in the lock. Her heart began to race as the door swung open, revealing Jeffrey's bulky form. He stumbled in, breathing heavily from the short walk from his house. His stained t-shirt was dark with sweat patches, clinging unflatteringly to his doughy torso.

"Hey sexy," he wheezed, his eyes roving lecherously over her body. "Looking hot as always. How about a quickie before dinner?" He winked and locked the door behind him with a decisive click.

Meg felt her stomach lurch at the sight of him. His greasy hair hung limply around his flushed, pimpled face. A bead of sweat trickled down his double chin. He looked even more revolting than usual, if that was possible.

And yet... something about his crude compliment sent an unwelcome shiver through her body.

Jeffrey lumbered towards Meg, his eyes hungry. "I saw your message and came as fast as I could," he panted. "I've been thinking about fucking you all day."

Meg stiffened, trying to steel herself. "Jeffrey, we need to talk-"

But he was already on her, pulling her close. His sweaty bulk pressed against her as he kissed her forcefully.

"Sure, we'll have plenty of time to talk later," he mumbled between kisses. His lips moved to her neck as his hands roamed her body. "Right now I just want to taste every inch of you."

Meg weakly pushed at his chest. "Stop, we really need to discuss-" Her protests died in her throat as he nibbled her earlobe.

"You're so fucking sexy," Jeffrey growled. "I can't wait to be inside you."

Despite herself, Meg felt her resolve wavering. Her body responded traitorously to his touch, remembering the intense pleasure he could bring her. Her legs grew weak as his hands kneaded her behind.

"No," she thought hazily. "I can't let this happen again." But even as she told herself to resist, she found herself melting into his embrace.

Meg's thoughts swirled as Jeffrey's hands roamed her body. "Stop," she tried to say, but the word caught in her throat. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to confront him about the condoms. But her traitorous body responded to his touch, desire pooling in her core.

"Just let me show you a good time, baby," Jeffrey purred in her ear.

The word "baby" made her skin crawl. She thought about how indeed this is her "boyfriend", her "man" - how had she trapped herself like this? She felt like she'd served herself up to a predator on a silver platter. The image made her head spin.

Meg's knees buckled and she slowly sank to the floor. Jeffrey followed, his bulk pressing her down. She lay prone on her stomach, the hardwood cool against her flushed cheek. Jeffrey's weight settled on top of her, his sweaty body pinning her in place.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, grinding against her.

Meg squeezed her eyes shut, torn between revulsion and arousal. She knew she should fight this, but her limbs felt like lead. As Jeffrey fumbled with her clothes, she remained motionless, silently cursing her weakness.

Jeffrey grasped the hem of Meg's skirt and yanked it down in one rough motion, taking her silky panties with it. The fabric bunched around her thighs, exposing her shapely behind and the soft folds between her legs. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue probing eagerly.

Meg gasped, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. His wet, eager tongue lapped at her most sensitive areas, sending waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through her. She shuddered, her fingers curling against the hardwood floor.

After a few moments of frenzied licking, Jeffrey pulled back. "Fuck Meg, you're already so wet," he growled, his voice husky with lust.

The words hit Meg like a splash of cold water. "I am?" she thought hazily. With a start, she realized it was true - her body had betrayed her once again, responding to Jeffrey's crude advances despite her mind's protests. She felt a confusing mix of arousal and self-loathing as Jeffrey's hands gripped her hips, positioning himself behind her.

Meg summoned her strength, trying once more to assert herself. "Wait, Jeffrey," she said, her voice wavering. "I'm trying to-"

But Jeffrey cut her off, his tone dismissive. "I know, I know. Don't worry, I've got the condom right here."

Meg pushed herself up on her elbows, twisting to look back at him. Her eyes widened as she watched Jeffrey tear open a condom wrapper, the foil package already wrinkled and distorted. In the dim light, she could just make out dozens of tiny pinpricks dotting the surface of the latex.

A wave of nausea washed over her as Jeffrey rolled the compromised condom onto his erect member. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could form the words, Jeffrey was already positioning himself at her entrance.

Meg felt the blunt pressure of his tip against her folds. Despite her mind screaming in protest, her body betrayed her once again, already slick and ready. With a grunt, Jeffrey pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one swift motion.

Jeffrey began to thrust, his hips slamming against Meg's backside with increasing **** and speed. She gasped at the intensity, overwhelmed by conflicting sensations of pleasure and panic. As his pace quickened, Meg's mind raced, thoughts spiraling out of control.

The nickname she'd given him on her phone flashed through her mind - "Dick Pumper." How apt it seemed now as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Images of the box of condoms in Jeffrey's nightstand flashed before her eyes - all 144 of them, sabotaged and used over the past months. How many times had he tricked her, filling her with his seed on her most fertile days?

Wave after wave of anxiety washed over her as Jeffrey's thrusts grew more erratic. How many times had she felt that warm rush inside her, believing herself protected?

She thought of all the times she'd insisted on condoms, believing herself responsible and safe. Now she realized the false sense of security had only encouraged her to take more risks. Jeffrey had manipulated her, using her trust against her.

As Jeffrey neared his climax, Meg's mind reeled with possibilities. Was she ovulating now? The thought hit her like a punch to the gut.

Jeffrey leaned in close, his hot breath tickling Meg's ear as he whispered hoarsely, "You like that, don't you? You love feeling my big cock stretching you out."

Despite herself, Meg let out a soft moan. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body. The intensity was overwhelming - Jeffrey's thick shaft filled her completely, hitting her deepest spots with every powerful stroke.

"That's right, baby," Jeffrey growled. "Take it all. Your tight little pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick."

Meg's cheeks burned with shame at his crude words, but her body betrayed her once again. She could feel herself getting wetter, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Jeffrey's pulsing member.

The friction was exquisite as he pumped in and out. Meg could feel heaven in every plunge into her. The tip battered against her cervix with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure mixed with discomfort through her core.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jeffrey panted. "Your pussy's practically gushing. You love getting pounded by my big dick, don't you?"

Meg whimpered, unable to form words. The sensations were overwhelming, but her climax still felt frustratingly out of reach. Her body trembled on the edge of release, waves of pleasure building with no peak in sight.

Meg reached one hand back, her fingers trembling. She tried to speak, to say "Wait," but her breath caught as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. All she managed was a breathy "W-" before it dissolved into a moan.

Her hand found where their bodies joined, her index finger and thumb circling the base of Jeffrey's shaft. She could feel how slick it was, coated in her own arousal. The realization made her shudder.

Jeffrey's rhythm faltered as Meg's fingers explored. She traced the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, her touch feather-light. Her hand moved in a way that looked almost like she was asking to hold him.

Confusion clouded Jeffrey's lust-hazed eyes. He slowed to a crawl, his hips barely moving. "What's up, babe? Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

As he spoke, he pulled back slightly. His cock slipped free of Meg's warmth, hanging heavily between them. Meg took the opportunity to get a better grip, her slender fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.

She could feel him pulsing in her hand, still rock hard and twitching with need. Her thumb brushed over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

Jeffrey groaned at her touch, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck, Meg," he gasped. "What are you doing?

Meg's fingers trembled as they found the edge of the condom. With a deep breath, she pinched the latex between her thumb and forefinger, her grip tight and determined. In one fluid motion, she yanked backwards with all her might.

The condom stretched impossibly thin, clinging stubbornly to Jeffrey's shaft. Meg could see every vein and ridge through the translucent barrier as it elongated. The latex groaned in protest, fibers straining to their limit.

Just when it seemed the condom would hold, there was a sharp SNAP. The rubber gave way suddenly, recoiling like a rubber band. It slipped free of Jeffrey's member, leaving him bare and glistening in the dim light.

Meg tossed the ruined condom aside, her chest heaving. She shifted her weight, planting her elbow firmly on the ground for leverage. She twisted to face Jeffrey, her eyes narrowed to slits.

Her gaze was piercing, filled with an intensity that made Jeffrey's breath catch. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched tight. The silence stretched between them.

Jeffrey opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He could only stare back, caught in Meg's unwavering glare. The air crackled with tension as they faced each other, bodies still intertwined but a chasm opening between them.

Meg's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desire. Jeffrey hesitated for only a moment before slamming his hips forward. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, both of them gasping at the intensity of skin-on-skin contact.

The sensation was electric. Without the barrier of latex, Meg could feel every ridge and vein of Jeffrey's thick member as it stretched her inner walls. The friction was exquisite as he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in.

Meg's body responded instantly, a flood of arousal easing Jeffrey's movements. Her back arched as waves of pleasure washed over her. Each thrust sent jolts of sensation straight to her core.

Jeffrey's pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with increasing ****. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their shared moans and gasps.

Meg felt her climax building rapidly, the coil of tension in her lower belly winding tighter with each stroke. She rocked back to meet Jeffrey's thrusts, chasing her release.

"Oh fuck," she cried out as the first tremors of orgasm rippled through her.

Meg's muscles tensed as her climax built, starting deep within her core. Waves of pleasure radiated outward, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Jeffrey's shaft, drawing him deeper.

Meg gasped, her back arching as the sensations intensified. The initial sparks of orgasm bloomed into an inferno, consuming her from the inside out. Her toes curled as tremors of ecstasy shot down her legs.

Jeffrey groaned at the exquisite pressure of Meg's pulsing channel. He gripped her hips tightly, driving into her with renewed vigor. Each thrust sent shockwaves through Meg's body, prolonging and intensifying her release.

The pleasure spread up Meg's spine, liquid heat suffusing every nerve. Her fingers scrabbled against the hardwood as her arms gave out. She pressed her cheek to the cool floor, panting heavily as waves of bliss washed over her.

Meg's entire body quivered as the orgasm reached new heights. Her buttocks clenched and released in time with the contractions of her inner muscles. The dual sensations of fullness and release were overwhelming.

Meg's orgasm intensified, radiating through her entire body in waves of ecstasy. Every nerve ending felt electrified as pleasure coursed through her veins. Her toes curled and uncurled, legs trembling uncontrollably. Her back arched as her spine tingled with sensation.

Meg's fingers clawed at the hardwood, **** for purchase as she was overwhelmed by bliss. Her breasts heaved with each gasping breath, nipples painfully erect and hypersensitive. Even the brush of air against her skin sent shivers of delight rippling across her flesh.

Jeffrey watched in awe as Meg writhed beneath him, completely lost in rapture. Her inner muscles rippled and clenched around his shaft in rhythmic waves. The exquisite pressure and friction pushed him closer to the edge.

As her climax reached new heights, Meg's body began to convulse in full-body spasms of ecstasy. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against Jeffrey. The movement created a delicious friction, massaging his thick member with her silken walls.

Jeffrey groaned at the incredible sensations. Meg's tight channel gripped and released him in pulsing waves, as if trying to milk every drop from him. The intensity was overwhelming. With a guttural cry, he slammed in to the hilt and erupted.

Meg gasped as she felt Jeffrey's hot seed flooding her depths. The warmth spreading inside her sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her, intertwining with the remnants of her own orgasm. She crumpled beneath him, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his release and her own lingering ecstasy.

Meg's body trembled with aftershocks as her climax slowly ebbed. She felt Jeffrey's weight pressing her into the floor, his shaft still buried deep inside her. As the fog of pleasure began to clear, a new urgency took hold.

With deliberate slowness, Meg began to rock her hips. She undulated her body in sinuous waves, her inner muscles rippling along Jeffrey's length. His breath hitched at the exquisite sensation.

Encouraged, Meg increased her movements. She circled her hips in figure-eights, massaging Jeffrey's member from base to tip. Her buttocks flexed as she ground against him, creating delicious friction.

Jeffrey groaned, overwhelmed by the silken heat engulfing him. He gripped Meg's hips tightly, fighting the urge to thrust. Instead, he pushed himself impossibly deeper, savoring every quiver and clench of her inner walls.

After several long moments, Jeffrey began to withdraw. The slow drag of his shaft against her sensitized flesh sent tingles up Meg's spine. She shivered as the thick head caught briefly on her entrance before slipping free with a soft, wet sound.

Jeffrey's thick member slid out of her aching core, their combined wetness making a lewd, sloppy sound as he withdrew. Meg felt every inch of him leave her, the vacuum-like sensation sending a shiver down her spine. Her inner muscles clenched reflexively, as if trying to keep him inside her.

"Mmm," Meg moaned softly, her body clenching around the sudden emptiness.

A trickle of warmth escaped, trailing down the inside of her thigh. She remained motionless, cheek pressed to the cool hardwood floor. Her tailored blazer was rumpled, the crisp white blouse beneath damp with sweat. The pencil skirt and silk panties were bunched around her thighs, leaving her lower half exposed.

Meg's chestnut hair, usually so elegantly styled, was now a wild tangle framing her flushed face. A light sheen of perspiration made her skin glow in the dim light. Her chest rose and fell with each panting breath, the buttons of her blouse straining against her heaving bosom.

Between her splayed thighs, evidence of their passion glistened on her smooth skin. Her labia were pink and swollen, still pulsing gently in the aftermath of her orgasm. Meg lay there, utterly spent, her body a quivering mass of overstimulated nerves. Every slight movement sent aftershocks rippling through her core. She felt deliciously used, thoroughly claimed.

The cool air caressed her heated skin, making her shiver. Goosebumps prickled along her arms and thighs. Her nipples, still painfully erect, chafed against the damp fabric of her bra. Between her legs, a mixture of their combined release slowly seeped out, leaving a growing damp spot on the floor beneath her hips.

She felt boneless, unable to summon the strength to move. Her limbs were leaden, pinned in place by the lingering waves of bliss. Meg's eyelids fluttered, heavy with satisfied exhaustion. A dreamy smile played across her lips as she basked in the afterglow.

Her skin was flushed and dewy, glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration. Tendrils of damp hair clung to her temples and the nape of her neck. She could feel the throb of her pulse in her throat, her heartbeat gradually slowing to a steady rhythm.

Slowly, Meg summoned the strength to turn over. She rolled onto her back with a soft groan, her muscles protesting the movement. The cool hardwood floor was a relief against her overheated skin. She lay there, chest heaving as she caught her breath, her limbs splayed out bonelessly.

Meg's eyes were half-lidded, her vision hazy as she struggled to focus. She felt Jeffrey's presence beside her but couldn't muster the energy to turn her head. Her lips parted as she drew in deep, shuddering breaths, trying to steady herself.

Jeffrey knelt next to her face, his musky scent filling her nostrils. She felt something warm and slick brush against her cheek. In her dazed state, it took several moments for her to realize what was happening. Jeffrey was trailing his still-hard cock across her flushed skin, leaving glistening streaks of their combined fluids.

The thick shaft slid over her cheekbone, then down to trace the curve of her jaw. Meg's breath hitched as it ghosted across her parted lips. She felt the heat radiating from his flesh, smelled the heady aroma of sex and sweat. Her tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the salty-sweet mixture on her lips.

Jeffrey's fingers tangled in her hair, cradling her head. The gentle pressure was soothing, and Meg found herself leaning into his touch. Her eyes drifted closed as waves of contentment washed over her. She felt boneless, floating in a hazy sea of pleasure.

Distantly, she registered the shift as Jeffrey repositioned himself. The silky head of his shaft brushed over her lips again, leaving a trail of moisture. In her exhausted state, Meg's mind struggled to catch up. Her mouth opened slightly of its own accord, lips parting on a contented sigh.

Jeffrey's hips rocked forward with aching slowness. The thick head of his cock slipped past Meg's lips, coming to rest on her tongue. She tasted salt and musk, familiar yet intoxicating. A low groan rumbled in Jeffrey's chest as her warm mouth enveloped him.

Meg's foggy brain finally caught up to what was happening. Rather than pull away, she let out a softmoan of pleasure, the vibrations sending shivers through Jeffrey's body. Her tongue curled instinctively around his shaft, caressing the sensitive underside.

Jeffrey's fingers tightened in her hair as he eased himself deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Meg's lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth. She breathed deeply through her nose, relaxing her throat.

Jeffrey shifted his weight, moving one knee to the other side of Meg's face. His hairy thighs framed her delicate features as he effectively pinned her head in place. The musky scent of his groin enveloped her, filling her nostrils with each labored breath.

Meg's eyes fluttered open, gazing up at the expanse of Jeffrey's pale, doughy stomach looming above her. Beads of sweat glistened in the thick mat of graying chest hair that covered his torso. His jowls quivered with each panting breath as he looked down at her.

Jeffrey's hips began to rock, slowly at first, then picking up speed. His thick shaft slid in and out of Meg's mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. She fought against her gag reflex, eyes watering as she struggled to breathe.

With each forward motion, Jeffrey's heavy balls slapped against Meg's chin. The leathery skin of his scrotum was damp with sweat, leaving a glistening trail on her flushed skin. Meg's lipstick smeared across his shaft, leaving crimson streaks.

The scene was an bizzare contrast. The tailored blazer was bunched uncomfortably beneath her, the buttons of her blouse straining against her heaving chest. Her pencil skirt and panties twisted around her thighs. Meg's shapely legs, still encased in sheer stockings, trembled with each of Jeffrey's thrusts.

Despite her exhaustion, Meg found herself responding to Jeffrey's movements. Her tongue worked along his shaft, tracing the prominent veins. She hollowed her cheeks, creating delicious suction that made Jeffrey groan with pleasure. Her manicured nails dug into the hardwood floor, seeking a grip as her body rocked with the **** of his thrusts.

Jeffrey's pace increased, his hips pistoning as he chased his release. Sweat dripped from his pendulous belly, splattering onto Meg's flushed skin. The salt stung her eyes, mingling with the tears that leaked from the corners. Still, she didn't pull away.

Meg's carefully applied makeup was in ruins. Mascara ran in dark rivulets down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared across her face and Jeffrey's groin. Foundation mixed with sweat and Jeffrey's fluids to create a muddy mess.

Jeffrey's grunts grew louder, more animalistic. His thighs quivered against Meg's face as he neared his climax. One meaty hand gripped her hair, holding her in place as he hilted himself in her throat. Meg gagged and sputtered, fighting for air.

The proud lawyer was there, spent, serving as little more than a hole for the repulsive pervert who did nothing but lie and trick her. And now she just lays and lets him ruin her makeup, clothes, and life. She slowly moves her hand to her tights as he is relentlessly fucking her face.