More intimate

A few nights later, Meg sat curled up on her couch, phone in hand. Her heart raced as she dialed Jake's number, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. When he answered, his deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"Jake," she said softly, "I've been thinking about you. About us meeting up."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Oh?" Jake replied, his tone casual.

Meg pressed on, her voice hopeful. "Yes, I was wondering if maybe we could get together this weekend? There's this cute little cafe downtown..."

Jake cleared his throat. "This weekend? I'm not sure, I might have plans."

Meg's brow furrowed at his evasive response. She took a deep breath, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "Listen, Jake. I want you to know that I find our conversations incredibly exciting. The impregnation fantasy is really hot, but it's just that - a fantasy. I couldn't even dream of actually getting pregnant right now. So when we do meet up, we'd have to take things slow, you know?"

Jake's deep chuckle rumbled through the phone. "Of course, kitten. It's all just fun and games."

Meg felt a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. Before she could pursue the subject further, Jake smoothly changed gears.

"Hey, want to play a little game? Truth or dare?"

"Truth or dare?" Meg asked, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Jake's voice took on a playful tone. "It's simple. I'll ask you 'truth or dare,' and you choose. If you pick truth, you have to answer a question honestly. If you pick dare, you have to do what I tell you. Then we switch roles. Sound fun?"

Meg felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "I suppose so. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Let's just start and see where it goes," Jake purred. "Truth or dare, Meg?"

She bit her lip, considering. "Truth," she replied cautiously.

Jake chuckled softly. "Alright then. What are you wearing right now?"

Meg glanced down at herself, still in her work attire from earlier. "I'm in my office clothes," she answered. "I just got home a little while ago. I have on a white blouse, a gray pencil skirt, and black heels."

"Mmm," Jake hummed appreciatively. "I bet you look stunning. Your turn now - ask me."

Meg paused, thinking. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Jake replied confidently.

"What do you like most about me?" Meg asked, her heart fluttering.

Jake's voice dropped lower. "Your innocence mixed with that hidden fire. It's intoxicating."

Meg laughed softly, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. "What's so innocent about me?" she asked teasingly. "I think I've shown you quite a naughty side already."

"Ah ah ah," Jake tsked playfully. "It's my turn now. Truth or dare, kitten?"

Meg pouted, though Jake couldn't see it through the phone. "Fine," she sighed dramatically. "Dare."

There was a pause, and Meg could almost hear the smirk in Jake's voice when he spoke again. "I dare you to remove your blouse and send me a picture."

Meg's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at the request. She hesitated for a moment, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions - excitement, nervousness, a hint of fear. "Jake, I..." she started, her voice trailing off.

"Remember, it's a dare," Jake prompted gently. "But if you're not comfortable, we can always change it."

Meg took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. The thrill of the dare coursed through her veins, mingling with the arousal that Jake's voice always seemed to ignite within her. With trembling fingers, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse.

"Okay," she whispered into the phone, her voice barely audible. "I'm doing it."

She shrugged the white fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist.

Meg felt the cool air brush against her skin, sending a rush of exhilaration through her as she clutched the phone tightly. "Alright, I'm halfway there," she breathed, glancing around to make sure she was still alone.

"Good girl," Jake's voice purred, a low rumble that made her pulse quicken. "Now, I want you to take a moment and admire yourself in the mirror. Tell me what you see."

Meg swallowed hard, her heart racing as she moved toward the nearest mirror. She could feel a mix of shyness and excitement coursing through her veins as she turned to face her reflection. The soft glow of the light highlighted her curves, the contours of her body framed by the remnants of her professional attire. "I see… someone who is finally daring to feel sexy," she whispered, biting her lip.

"That’s right, kitten," Jake encouraged. "You are sexy. Now I want you to slide your hands down your sides, feeling every inch of your beautiful body."

With trembling fingers, Meg complied, running her palms down over her smooth skin. Her breath hitched with each stroke as she felt electricity race through her from the contrast of the cool air and the warmth of her hands.

"And now," Jake continued, his voice dripping with desire, "unhook your bra."

Meg laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. "Hey now, that's cheating! It's one dare per turn, mister." She wagged her finger playfully at the phone, as if Jake could see her. "Besides, I think it's my turn to ask you - truth or dare?"

Jake chuckled, a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Alright, alright. Truth."

Meg bit her lip, considering. A wicked glint appeared in her eye as she asked, "Tell me if you've already 'bred' someone, as you fantasize about."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "No," Jake admitted, his voice low. "Not yet."

Meg felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension at his answer. The implications of that 'yet' hung heavy in the air between them. Before she could dwell on it further, Jake's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Truth or dare, kitten?"

"Truth," Meg replied, her heart racing.

Jake's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "How does it feel when your womb is filled with cum?"

Meg couldn't help but giggle, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring her cheeks. "Oh Jake," she teased, her voice light and playful, "I couldn't possibly tell you. It's never happened."

She heard Jake's sharp intake of breath, imagining the excitement and desire that coursed through him.

Meg felt emboldened by Jake's reaction. "My turn now," she purred. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Jake replied, his voice husky with desire.

A mischievous smile played on Meg's lips. "I dare you to show me the last porn video you watched. Send me the link."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Oh, uh..." Jake stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Meg giggled. "What's wrong? Too naughty to share?"

She heard Jake clear his throat. "No, it's just... fine. Give me a second."

A moment later, Meg's phone chimed with a new message. She opened the link, her eyes widening as the video began to play. It was a Japanese production, featuring an older men pressing a young, innocent-looking girl. The title, roughly translated, read "Naive Schoolgirl Bred by Old Man."

"My, my," Meg teased, her voice lilting with amusement. "You certainly know what you like, don't you?"

Jake's embarrassed chuckle came through the phone. "I suppose I do."

Meg's mind raced, connecting the dots. "Is this why you called me innocent earlier? Do you see me as some naive little girl for you to... educate?"

She could almost hear Jake squirming on the other end of the line. "Maybe," he admitted softly.

Meg's laughter tinkled through the phone, light and teasing. "Well then, perhaps I should indulge your little fantasy," she purred, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Would you like that, Jake? Would you like to see me in one of those cute little uniforms from the video?"

She heard Jake's sharp intake of breath. "God, yes," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

"Mmm," Meg hummed, letting her imagination run wild. "Picture it, Jake. Me, sprawled across your bed, my long legs bare beneath a tiny pleated skirt. A cheerleader outfit, crisp white blouse, maybe a size too small, straining against my curves. My hair in pigtails, tied with little ribbons..."

"Sailor," Jake interjected, his voice husky. "It's a sailor school uniform, not a cheerleader."

Meg couldn't help but giggle at his correction. "Fine, fine," she conceded playfully. "Would you like to see me in one of these sailor uniforms then? Lying on your bed, staring up at you with wide, innocent eyes? What would you do?"

Jake's breath hitched audibly. "Fuck, Meg," he groaned. "I'd start by running my hands up those smooth legs of yours, pushing that little skirt up inch by tantalizing inch. I'd lean down, trailing kisses along your inner thigh, feeling you quiver beneath me."

Meg felt her breath catch in her throat. "Jake..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jake continued, his words coming faster now. "I'd tell you how beautiful and innocent you look. How I just want to protect you and take care of you. I'd beg to feel you, just a little. To rub against your sweet pussy, nothing more. I'd promise to be gentle."

Meg's heart raced as Jake painted the vivid picture. She imagined herself nodding shyly, spreading her legs just a bit.

Jake's voice grew husky. "I'd position myself between your thighs, letting you feel how hard you make me. I'd slide my cock along your slit, coating myself in your wetness. You'd feel so good, so warm and soft against me."

Meg let out a shaky breath, arousal pooling between her legs.

"And then," Jake growled, "when you're lost in pleasure, when you're begging for more... I'd thrust inside you, claiming your innocence. I'd fuck you hard and deep, filling that virgin pussy with my cock."

Meg gasped, her whole body tingling.

Jake chuckled darkly. "You like that idea, don't you kitten? The thought of me taking advantage, breeding your fertile young body?"

Meg's mind swam with vivid images, her body tingling all over from Jake's erotic fantasy. She had completely forgotten they were even playing a game when Jake's deep voice purred, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Meg breathed without thinking, still lost in a haze of arousal.

There was a pause before Jake asked in a low, husky tone, "Are you on birth control?"

The implication sent a jolt of electricity through Meg's body. Her breath caught as warmth pooled between her thighs. She let out a breathy laugh, trying to mask how affected she was.

"My, my, aren't you a sleazy pervert," she teased, her voice playful but slightly trembling. "Absolutely incorrigible."

Jake chuckled darkly. "You didn't answer the question, kitten."

Meg bit her lip, her heart racing. She knew she should end the call, that this was crossing a line. But the taboo thrill was intoxicating.

"No," she whispered. "I'm not on birth control. Never have been."

She heard Jake's sharp intake of breath, followed by a low, guttural moan. The sound sent shivers down her spine.

"Did you just...?" Meg asked, her voice barely audible.

"Yes," Jake growled. "Thinking about your unprotected womb, ripe and ready to be bred. Fuck, Meg."

Meg's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling from Jake's vivid and explicit fantasy. She was taken aback by the intensity and detail of his desires.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "You really, really REALLY know what you're into, huh?"

Jake's only response was a gruff "Fuck yeah."

Meg swallowed hard, her heart racing. "But Jake, as we talked about earlier, I can't actually-"

"Yeah kitten, relax babe," Jake interrupted, his voice husky and sated. "It's just a fantasy, a very fucking hot fantasy. I've got to go clean myself up. Love talking to you."

Before Meg could respond, the line went dead. She sat there in stunned silence, her body still tingling from their exchange. Jake's words echoed in her mind, sending shivers down her spine. The raw desire in his voice, the way he described claiming her innocence, breeding her unprotected womb - it was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying.

Meg's fingers trembled as she set her phone down, her emotions a swirling mess of arousal, confusion, and a hint of fear. She couldn't deny how much Jake's fantasy had turned her on, but a small voice in the back of her mind whispered caution. The line between fantasy and reality seemed to be blurring, and Meg wasn't sure how to feel about that.

As Meg sat there processing the intense conversation, her phone suddenly chimed with a new message. Her heart raced as she opened it, gasping softly at the image that filled her screen. Jake had sent her a photo of his manhood - long, thick and glistening with the evidence of his recent climax. Pearlescent streaks coated the impressive length.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. She could almost feel the weight of it in her hand, imagine the heat and hardness pressing against her. Jake's earlier words echoed in her mind - about claiming her innocence, filling her unprotected womb. A shiver ran through her at the taboo thought.

Without conscious thought, Meg's free hand drifted to her chest, fingers ghosting over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every touch sending jolts of electricity through her body. She bit her lip, glancing toward her bedroom.

"I shouldn't," she whispered to herself. But her body was already moving, drawn by an irresistible magnetism.

Meg padded to her room, shedding clothes as she went. By the time she reached her bed, she was completely bare, her skin flushed and tingling. She settled onto the cool sheets, propping herself up on the pillows. With trembling fingers, she picked up her phone again, staring at the image Jake had sent her. The reality of it made her pulse race even faster. She felt a surge of reckless desire wash over her.

As she gazed at the photo, she imagined herself wrapped around him, how warm and soft her body would feel against his hard form.

Meg's eyes darted to her nightstand, where she kept her favorite toy. With shaky hands, she pulled open the drawer and fumbled for the smooth silicone dildo. As her fingers closed around it, she let out a soft whimper of anticipation.

But when she pressed the button, nothing happened. She tried again, more frantically this time. Still nothing. "No, no, no," Meg groaned in frustration. The batteries were dead.

For a moment, she considered getting up to search for new batteries. But the ache between her thighs was too urgent, her need too great. Her fingers would have to suffice.

Settling back against the pillows, Meg propped her phone up beside her, Jake's photo filling the screen. Her free hand drifted down her body, fingertips trailing over her flushed skin.

As her fingers found her slick folds, Meg's imagination ran wild. She pictured Jake looming over her, his powerful body caging her in. In her mind, his hands roamed her curves, squeezing and caressing.

Her fingers circled her clit as she imagined Jake's cock pressing against her entrance. She could almost feel the stretch as he pushed inside, claiming her inch by inch.

As Meg's fingers moved in slow circles, her eyes kept drifting back to Jake's photo. The sight of his impressive manhood made her pulse quicken. Just as she was about to close her eyes and lose herself in fantasy, a new message notification popped up.

"Truth or dare?" Jake's text read. Before Meg could reply, another message came through: "Did you touch yourself looking at my cock?"

Meg's breath caught, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through her. As she debated how to respond, a deliciously wicked idea formed in her mind.

With trembling hands, she opened her phone's camera app and switched it to video mode, pressing record. Propping it up carefully, she angled it to capture her most intimate area. Her heart raced, knowing she was about to share something incredibly private.

Meg's fingers returned to her slick folds, circling and teasing as the camera rolled. She imagined Jake's hungry eyes watching her every move, his cock hardening at the sight of her pleasuring herself. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through her core.

Her movements grew bolder, more urgent. She slid two fingers inside herself, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars. With her other hand, she rubbed quick circles around her clit, building the pressure rapidly.

Meg's fingers moved with increasing urgency, her body responding with heightened sensitivity to every touch. The knowledge that she was recording herself added an extra layer of forbidden excitement. Her skin felt electric, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

As she worked herself closer to the edge, Meg's breath came in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her inner walls clenching around her fingers, her body **** for more. The sound of her own wetness filled her ears, making her flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed as she ground against her hand. The pressure was building, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm her.

Suddenly, Jake's face flashed in her mind - his intense gaze, his wolfish grin. Without warning, his name tumbled from her lips in a breathy moan. "Jake... oh Jake..."

The calling out his name while touching herself on camera pushed Meg over the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, more intense than anything she'd experienced before. Her back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

"Jake!" she cried out, her voice raw with passion. Her legs trembled violently, muscles spasming as she rode out her climax. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to fire at once, leaving her dizzy and gasping for air.

As the aftershocks rolled through her, Meg collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her flushed face. The room seemed to spin around her as she lay there, her body still tingling from the intensity of her release.

Meg's fingers twitched, her nerves still firing sporadically as she slowly came down from her high. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, evidence of her arousal and climax. Her inner walls continued to pulse gently, echoing the powerful contractions from moments before.

As her breathing began to slow, Meg became aware of the soft sheets beneath her, now slightly damp with her sweat. The cool air of the room caressed her overheated skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arms and legs. She shivered, suddenly feeling both incredibly satisfied and strangely ****.

With a herculean effort, Meg **** her eyes open, blinking slowly as the room came into focus. Her gaze fell on her phone, still propped up and recording. The realization of what she had done hit her like a wave, sending a fresh jolt of excitement through her body.

Her limbs felt heavy, almost unresponsive as she reached for the device. Her fingers fumbled clumsily with the smooth surface, her mind still hazy from her intense orgasm. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus on the screen that now felt impossibly bright in the dimness of her bedroom.

Her thumb hovered over the stop button, hesitating for just a moment as the reality of what she was about to do washed over her. With a deep breath, she pressed down, ending the recording that captured her most intimate moments.

The video thumbnail appeared on her screen, a freeze-frame of her most private area, glistening and flushed. Meg's heart raced as she navigated to her messages, Jake's name at the top of her recent contacts. Her finger trembled as it hovered over the attach button.

"This is crazy," she whispered to herself, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries of passion. But the lingering arousal coursing through her veins overrode any last-minute doubts.

With a decisive tap, she selected the video file. The loading icon spun, seeming to take an eternity as the file attached to the message. Meg held her breath, her thumb poised over the send button. In a moment of reckless abandon, she pressed down, watching as the progress bar filled.