Hasty enconter

As soon as the clock struck 5, Meg hurriedly gathered her things and rushed out of the office, barely stopping to say goodbye to her coworkers. Her heart raced as she hailed a cab, giving the driver Jeffrey's address.

During the ride, Meg's mind wandered to forbidden thoughts. She imagined the pervert Suzie had been messaging, envisioning him manipulating Suzie into engaging in risky behavior. In her mind's eye, she saw him slowly charming Suzie, gradually pushing her boundaries until she succumbed to his dangerous desires. The cab hit a pothole, abruptly snapping Meg out of her disturbing daydream.

She fidgeted impatiently as the cab crawled through rush hour traffic. Every red light felt like an eternity. Meg's body thrummed with anticipation, a dull ache building between her thighs. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to find some relief.

Finally, the cab pulled up outside Jeffrey's modest home. Meg practically threw some cash at the driver before hurrying up the walkway. She smoothed her hair and straightened her skirt before ringing the doorbell, her breath coming in quick gasps of excitement.

Jeffrey opened the door, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Meg standing there. "H-hi," he stammered nervously, sweat beading on his forehead.

Meg brushed past him into the dimly lit entryway. The house was its usual disaster - pizza boxes and energy drink cans littered every surface, and a musty smell hung in the air. Loud moans and grunts echoed from the next room where Jeffrey had clearly been watching porn.

She turned to face Jeffrey, taking in his disheveled appearance. His face was flushed bright red, and a sheen of perspiration glistened on his doughy skin. Her gaze traveled downward, noting the obvious erection tenting his loose shorts. It was clear he had been in the middle of pleasuring himself when she arrived unexpectedly.

Jeffrey shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, trying unsuccessfully to discreetly adjust himself. "I, uh, wasn't expecting company," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Meg stepped closer to Jeffrey, taking in every detail of his appearance. Her eyes roved over his stained shirt, lingering on the damp patches under his arms and across his soft belly. She noted how the thin fabric clung to his body, outlining every roll and curve.

Her gaze drifted lower, carefully examining the obvious bulge in his shorts. The gray fabric was darker in places, hinting at precum that had already leaked through. Jeffrey's thick, pale thighs were on full display, dotted with angry red ingrown hairs.

Meg's eyes flicked to his hands. They were large and meaty, with bitten-down nails and dry, cracked skin. A faint sheen of what appeared to be lotion glistened on his palms.

"Don't tell me you just came?" Meg asked, her voice a mix of disappointment and accusation.

"No, no!" Jeffrey replied quickly, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I was close, but...no. I didn't finish."

Meg let out a relieved sigh. "Oh good," she breathed. "I need you hard." She reached out and grabbed his clammy hand, tugging him towards the hallway. "Let's go to your bedroom."

Jeffrey stumbled after her, his breathing already growing ragged with anticipation as Meg led him deeper into the house.

Meg led Jeffrey up the creaky stairs, her heels clicking on the worn wood. As they reached the second floor landing, the musty smell grew stronger, mingling with the unmistakable scent of unwashed laundry and stale sweat.

Jeffrey's bedroom door was ajar, revealing a chaotic scene within. Meg pushed it open fully, taking in the disaster before her. Clothes were strewn across every surface, empty food containers littered the floor, and the air was thick and stagnant. A mattress lay directly on the floor, rumpled sheets tangled in a heap.

"Grab the condoms," Meg instructed, her voice husky with desire. She began clearing a space on the mattress, pushing aside crumpled tissues and sticky magazines. Her fingers brushed something soft - a large body pillow featuring a cutesy anime girl in a skimpy outfit.

As Meg shoved it out of the way, the pillow flipped over. She gasped softly, confronted with the lewd image on the reverse side. The same character was now completely nude, legs splayed wide, her face contorted in a look of mindless ecstasy. Meg shook her head, pushing the offensive pillow far to the side.

Jeffrey rummaged through his bedside drawer, hands shaking as he produced a box of condoms. "H-here," he stammered, holding them out.

Meg took the box of condoms from Jeffrey's trembling hand, her eyes darkening with desire. "Why are you still dressed?" she purred, her voice low and husky. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra below. Jeffrey's eyes widened, transfixed by the sight of Meg's perfect curves spilling out of her tailored workwear.

"U-uh, I...I...," he stuttered, fumbling with the catch on his pants. Meggrabbed his soft, doughy hands and guided them to the fastenings on her skirt. Together, they managed to unzip it, pooling at her ankles along with her pantyhose.

"That's better," Meg purred, stripping off her blazer and revealing the strappy black lingerie she wore underneath. Jeffrey's breath caught in his throat as he beheld her skin. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took, nipples hardened by anticipation and need.

"Catch your breath, big guy," Meg teased, winking at him as she stepped out of her heels. Jeffrey swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his ears as he watched Meg glide across the room like a cat on the prowl.

Meg sauntered over to the mattress, her hips swaying hypnotically. She lowered herself onto all fours, arching her back to accentuate her curves. Her chestnut hair cascaded over one shoulder as she turned to look at Jeffrey with smoldering green eyes.

"I'm waiting," she purred, wiggling her hips invitingly.

Jeffrey stood frozen, his mouth agape as he drank in the sight before him. Meg's flawless skin seemed to glow in the dim light filtering through the grimy window. Her breasts hung heavy beneath her, nipples grazing the wrinkled sheets. The curve of her spine led his gaze to her perfectly round bottom, now lifted high in offering.

Meg spread her knees wider, revealing glistening folds nestled between her thighs. A bead of moisture trickled down her inner thigh as she shifted impatiently.

"Well?" she prompted, her voice husky with need. "Are you just going to stand there all day?"

Jeffrey snapped out of his trance, fumbling to remove his stained shirt. He nearly tripped as he stepped out of his shorts, revealing his throbbing erection. With trembling hands, he positioned himself behind Meg.

Meg shivered as she felt Jeffrey's warm presence behind her. His hands tentatively grasped her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She gasped as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of sticky precum.

Reaching back with one hand, Meg grasped Jeffrey's shaft. Her fingers explored his length, noting the prominent veins and velvety soft skin. As her hand moved lower, she realized with a start that he was completely bare.

"Come on Jeff, babe," Meg sighed, looking over her shoulder. "We need the condom. Put it on and fuck me already, you tease."

Jeffrey's face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he fumbled for the condom box. His hands shook as he tore open a foil packet, nearly dropping it in his eagerness. Meg watched with hungry eyes as he rolled the latex sheath over his throbbing member.

"There," Jeffrey panted. "It's on. Can I...can we...?"

"Yes," Meg growled impatiently. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

Jeffrey grasped Meg's hips firmly and slowly entered her, savoring the tight, wet heat enveloping him. Meg let out a low moan of pleasure as she felt him stretching her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him eagerly.

"Oh…" Jeffrey gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. He began to move, his thrusts tentative at first but quickly growing more confident.

Meg rocked back to meet each thrust, urging him deeper. "Harder," she demanded breathlessly. "Fuck me harder!"

Spurred on by her words, Jeffrey increased his pace. His hands roamed her body, kneading her breasts and stroking her sides. Sweat beaded on his brow as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Meg's fingers clutched at the sheets, her knuckles white. She felt deliciously full, waves of pleasure radiating through her with each thrust. Jeffrey's grunts and pants filled her ears, mingling with her own cries of ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, don't stop!" Meg cried out. She pushed back against him urgently, **** to take him even deeper. Her body trembled on the edge of release.

As Jeffrey's thrusts intensified, Meg's mind drifted to the image she had glimpsed days earlier - Jeffrey aggressively pounding his lifelike sex doll. The memory flooded her senses, overlaying her current experience.

Each powerful thrust jolted Meg's body, making her feel as passive and pliable as the inanimate object of Jeffrey's usual affections. She pictured him using her holes with the same unrestrained fervor he showed the doll, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded determination.

The thought of being treated as nothing more than a warm, willing receptacle for Jeffrey's lust sent Meg spiraling over the edge. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her. She cried out wordlessly, her body quaking with the **** of her release.

Jeffrey felt Meg's body quivering beneath him as she climaxed. The rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into the condom.

Meg gasped as she felt Jeffrey's member throbbing inside her, each powerful twitch sending aftershocks of pleasure through her oversensitized body. The warmth of his release spread through the latex barrier, creating a sensation of fullness deep within her core.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Meg became acutely aware of the wetness between her thighs. Her arousal had left her slick and dripping, but this felt different - warmer and more viscous than she was used to. A tendril of worry crept into her mind.

"Don't pull out yet," she murmured, reaching back to place a hand on Jeffrey's hip. She squeezed her muscles experimentally, feeling the thick shaft still buried inside her. The condom seemed to move slightly with her contractions, but she couldn't be certain.

"Is everything okay?" Jeffrey asked, his voice thick with post-orgasmic contentment.

Meg bit her lip, hesitating. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I feel really wet. More than usual, I mean. Can you check the condom when you pull out? I'm worried it might have broken."

Jeffrey carefully began to withdraw, both of them holding their breath in anticipation. As he slowly pulled back, Meg felt his shaft sliding against her sensitive inner walls. The sensation sent tingles through her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

When Jeffrey was finally free, Meg turned around quickly, her heart pounding. Her eyes immediately focused on his softening member, searching for any sign of disaster. To her immense relief, the condom was still firmly in place.

"Oh thank goodness," Meg sighed, her shoulders sagging as the tension drained from her body.

Jeffrey carefully removed the condom, quickly depositing it in a nearby wastebasket. Meg watched the process intently, noting how the pale latex contrasted against Jeffrey's flushed skin. A few drops of semen leaked from the tip as he handled it, leaving glistening trails on his fingers.