The work goes on

The next morning, Meg awoke her heart racing as memories of the previous night flooded back. She felt a mixture of shame and excitement as she recalled her encounter with Delgado. Shaking her head to clear it, she focused on preparing for the day ahead. There was important case work to be done.

As Meg drove to Delgado's house, her stomach twisted with nerves. She rehearsed what she needed to discuss - jury selection strategies, witness testimonies, evidence to review. But underneath it all, her body thrummed with anticipation.

Delgado answered the door in a silk robe, his eyes roving hungrily over Meg's form. "Come in," he growled, voice husky.

Meg stepped inside, clutching her briefcase. "Mr. Delgado, we need to go over some crucial details for your case. The jury selection is next week and-"

She was cut off as Delgado pressed her against the wall, his lips crashing into hers. Meg's briefcase clattered to the floor as her hands instinctively went to his chest. For a moment she was lost in the kiss, before pushing him away.

"Please, this is serious," she said breathlessly. "We can't afford any distractions right now."

But Delgado was already untying his robe, revealing his aroused state. "The only thing I want to discuss right now is how badly I need you.”

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she took in Delgado's exposed form. Her body responded instantly, a warmth spreading through her core. But the rational part of her mind fought to stay in control.

"Mr. Delgado," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I understand your... desires. But we have urgent matters to discuss first."

Delgado's eyes darkened with lust as he stepped closer. "I can't focus on anything else right now, Meg. Not with you standing there looking so delectable."

Meg bit her lip, her resolve wavering. An idea formed in her mind - a compromise that might satisfy them both.

"Alright," she said softly. "How about this? We discuss the case details first - thoroughly and without distraction. And then... then I'm all yours. For as long as you want me."

Delgado considered for a moment, his eyes roving over her body hungrily. Finally, he nodded. "Deal. But make it quick."

With shaking hands, Meg retrieved her briefcase and spread out the relevant documents on Delgado's dining room table. For the next hour, they pored over jury selection strategies, witness testimonies, and key pieces of evidence. Meg's voice was steady as she explained each point, but her body thrummed with anticipation.

As soon as Meg closed the last file, Delgado was on her. He pulled her into a searing kiss, his hands roaming her body urgently. Meg melted into his embrace, all thoughts of work evaporating as desire took over.

Delgado lifted her onto the table, scattering papers to the floor. His lips trailed hot kisses down her neck as he quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Meg gasped as his mouth found her breast, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Meg arched her back, overwhelmed by sensation as Delgado's skilled mouth worked its magic. Her body sang with pleasure, every nerve ending alight. But through the haze of arousal, a flicker of reason sparked in her mind.

"Wait," she gasped, gently pushing at his shoulders. "We need protection."

Delgado groaned in frustration. "Come on, baby. Don't you want to feel all of me?"

Meg shook her head firmly. "No, last time was already too risky. We have to be safe."

Delgado sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I don't have any condoms here."

"That's okay," Meg said, reaching for her purse. "I came prepared."

She pulled out a foil packet and handed it to him. Delgado took it reluctantly, grumbling as he tore it open. But as he rolled the latex over his shaft, a wicked gleam entered his eye.

"You know what? I've got a better idea," he said, voice husky. "How about you use those pretty little hands of yours instead?"

Meg hesitated, considering Delgado's request. It was certainly not what she expected, but something about it intrigued her. She nodded slowly.

"Alright, let's move this to the bedroom," she said softly.

Delgado grinned and scooped her up, carrying her down the hall. He deposited her gently on the plush king-size bed, the sheets cool against her flushed skin. Meg watched as Delgado positioned himself beside her, his condom-covered erection standing proudly.

With slightly trembling fingers, Meg reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft. The latex felt strange and slippery under her palm. She began to stroke slowly, unsure at first.

"That's it, baby," Delgado encouraged. "Just like that."

Gaining confidence, Meg increased her pace. She marveled at the feeling of his hardness beneath the thin barrier, the way she could feel every ridge and vein. Her thumb swiped over the tip on each upstroke, eliciting soft groans from Delgado.

As she continued her ministrations, Meg found herself becoming aroused. There was something oddly erotic about pleasuring him this way, having such control over his pleasure. Her free hand drifted between her own legs, providing teasing touches.

Delgado's breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking slightly. "I'm close," he panted.

Meg continued her steady stroking, feeling Delgado's cock pulse and throb beneath her fingers. Suddenly, his body tensed and he let out a long, low groan. Meg gasped as she felt the condom begin to swell and fill, growing bigger in her grasp with each spurt. The latex expanded, stretching to contain the copious amount of his release.

"Oh my," Meg breathed, eyes wide as she gently milked the last drops from him. The bulging tip of the condom felt weighty and warm in her palm. She marveled at just how much he had produced, the sheer volume impressive.

As Delgado's breathing steadied, he gave her a heated look. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you," he purred. "Lay back and get comfortable. I'm going to worship every inch of you with my mouth."

Meg felt a thrill of anticipation as she reclined on the sheets, her thighs parting invitingly. Delgado settled between her legs, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive flesh. She shivered as his tongue made first contact, tracing delicate patterns along her folds.

Delgado's skilled tongue worked Meg into a frenzy of sensation. He lapped at her folds with broad strokes before focusing on her sensitive bud, alternating between quick flicks and slow circles. Meg's hips rocked against his face as pleasure built within her.

Just as she felt herself nearing the precipice, Delgado pulled back. Meg whimpered at the loss of contact, her body trembling on the edge of release. Delgado smirked up at her, clearly enjoying her desperation.

He resumed his ministrations, this time adding his fingers. He slid two digits inside her slick channel, curling them to stroke her most sensitive spot. His lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue fluttered against it.

Meg's back arched off the bed, her thighs quivering as she approached climax once more. Her fingers tangled in Delgado's hair, holding him in place. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he abruptly stopped all stimulation.

"Not yet," he growled, his voice husky with desire.

Meg let out a frustrated moan, her hips bucking uselessly. Delgado chuckled darkly as he crawled up her body. He positioned himself above her, his still-hard cock brushing against her aching center. The latex of the condom felt hot and slick against her heated flesh.

Meg's eyes widened as she noticed the condom still encasing Delgado's shaft. It was stretched and bulging, filled to capacity with his earlier release. The thin latex barrier looked fragile, barely containing the copious amount of semen within.

As Delgado's cock brushed against her sensitive folds, Meg shivered. She could feel the warmth of his cum through the condom, separated from her most intimate parts by just a whisper-thin layer. Her heart raced as she considered how easily that barrier could break.

"We need to be careful," Meg whispered, her voice trembling. "That condom... it's already so full. What if it tears?"

Delgado's eyes glinted dangerously. "Don't worry, baby. I'll be gentle."

But Meg couldn't shake her anxiety. She knew the risks were high - one wrong move and that potent seed could flood into her unprotected womb. The thought sent a confusing mix of fear and arousal through her.

She reached down, gently cupping the cum-filled reservoir tip. It felt heavy and warm in her palm. Meg marveled at just how much was in there, how virile and fertile it must be. A single drop could potentially change her life forever.

"Maybe we should use a fresh one," Meg suggested, trying to keep her voice steady.

Delgado groaned in frustration. "Maybe..."

"On second thought..." Delgado murmured, his eyes dark with lust. Without warning, he grasped the base of the condom and began to pull it off.

"Wait!" Meg cried, but it was too late. Delgado yanked the latex off with little care, causing it to stretch and snap back. A gush of warm fluid spilled out, splattering onto the sheets between them. Pearly white droplets rained down, dotting Meg's thighs and stomach.

Meg gasped as she felt the warm wetness on her skin. Her eyes widened as she took in the mess - creamy rivulets running down Delgado's shaft and balls, pooling at the base. Sticky strands clung to his pubic hair.

A large glob had landed directly on her mound, and Meg watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as it slowly slid down, inching closer to her exposed folds. She could feel the heat of it, imagining the millions of eager swimmers it contained.

Delgado's cock bobbed heavily, still glistening and slick with his release. As he shifted, the tip brushed against Meg's inner thigh, leaving a wet smear. She shuddered at the contact, all too aware of how dangerously close he was to her most intimate area.

"There's no lube better than cum," Delgado said with a wicked grin.

Meg's eyes widened as he held the partially emptied condom above her exposed folds. Delgado squeezed the latex, causing thick ropes of semen to drip down onto her most sensitive areas. The touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Meg's body. Her pussy contracted involuntarily as she felt the warm fluid coat her intimate flesh.

Delgado then used his fingers to smear the creamy substance all over her pussy lips, circling her clit and teasing her vaginal entrance. The slippery sensation was exquisite **** after being edged for so long. Meg writhed on the bed, overcome by the intense stimulation.

As Delgado's cum-coated fingers glided over her swollen clit, Meg felt her long-awaited orgasm building rapidly. The taboo nature of the act, combined with the silky glide of his fingers, pushed her over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she came hard, her back arching off the bed.

Meg's thighs quivered uncontrollably as aftershocks rippled through her. She lay there panting, her body glistening with sweat and Delgado's release. The scent of sex and cum hung heavy in the air around them.

Meg's mind reeled as the waves of her orgasm subsided. Her body tingled all over, every nerve ending still sparking with pleasure. But as the fog of arousal began to clear, a new awareness settled over her.

She became acutely conscious of the warm, sticky fluid coating her most intimate areas. Delgado's cum glistened on her folds, a pearly sheen in the dim light. Meg's breath caught as she truly processed what had just happened.

Millions upon millions of virile sperm now clung to her pussy lips, so close to her unprotected womb. Each microscopic swimmer was primed and eager, ready to seek out her egg. Meg imagined them wriggling and squirming against her sensitive flesh, desperately trying to find a way inside.

The danger of the situation hit her full ****. She wasn't on birth control. There was nothing stopping those potent little soldiers from completing their mission if they managed to slip past her entrance. One wayward droplet, one careless movement, and her life could change forever.

Meg's heart raced as she considered the odds. How many millions of sperm were in that sticky mess? Hundreds of millions? Billions? Each one carried half of Delgado's genetic code, ready to combine with her own DNA and create new life. The sheer number was overwhelming.

As these thoughts swirled through her mind, Meg felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her. The taboo nature of it all - the risk, the forbidden pleasure - sent tingles down her spine. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and she let out a soft moan.

The contractions of her muscles caused some of Delgado's cum to slip lower, inching closer to her entrance. Meg gasped at the sensation, her hips bucking slightly. The movement only served to spread the creamy fluid further.

Delgado watched her with hungry eyes, his cock twitching as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy. "You love it, don't you?" he growled. "Knowing how close you are to being bred."

His words sent another jolt of pleasure through Meg's body. She bit her lip, trying and failing to stifle a moan. The coil of arousal in her core wound tighter and tighter as she fixated on the danger.

With trembling fingers, Meg reached down to touch herself. She dragged a fingertip through the sticky mess coating her folds, marveling at the slippery texture. As she circled her clit, mixing Delgado's cum with her own wetness, she felt her second orgasm approaching rapidly.

"That's it, baby," Delgado encouraged. "Come for me again. Let those little swimmers feel every quiver and pulse."

Meg's body obeyed, her back arching as another powerful climax crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched and pulsed, each contraction threatening to draw Delgado's potent seed deeper inside. She gasped for air, overwhelmed by the intensity of her climax and the dangerous thrill of their risky encounter.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Meg became acutely aware of the warm, sticky fluid coating her most intimate areas. She could feel it clinging to her folds, so dangerously close to her unprotected womb. Her heart raced as she considered the millions of eager sperm just waiting for the chance to complete their mission.

Delgado's eyes raked hungrily over her body, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and cum-slicked pussy. His cock twitched with renewed interest.

"You're beautiful like this," he growled. "All messy and **** for more."

Meg shivered at his words, another small aftershock of pleasure rippling through her. Despite her lingering fears, she couldn't deny how aroused she still felt. The taboo nature of it all - the risk, the forbidden pleasure - sent tingles down her spine.

Delgado shifted on the bed, moving to position himself between her thighs once more. Meg's breath caught as she felt the hot, hard length of him brush against her sensitive flesh. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, threatening to push in.

Meg gazed down between their bodies, her breath catching at the sight before her. Delgado's thick shaft glistened in the dim light, still coated with a slick sheen of his previous release. Pearly droplets clung to the swollen head, pooling slightly in the folds of skin. As she watched, mesmerized, a single bead of pre-cum welled up from the tip, mixing with the remnants of semen already there.

The veins along his length stood out prominently, pulsing with his arousal. Meg could see every ridge and contour in vivid detail. Her eyes widened as she thinks about the invisible microscopic movement on the surface - millions of sperm still wriggling and squirming, desperately seeking an egg to fertilize.

Delgado began to press forward slowly, the blunt head of his cock parting her sensitive folds. Meg held her breath as she felt him stretching her open, inch by agonizing inch. The initial penetration was exquisite **** - pleasure mixed with a hint of pain as her body adjusted to accommodate his girth.

She could feel the warmth of his flesh, the throb of blood pulsing through his shaft as he sank deeper. The ridges and veins dragged deliciously against her inner walls. Meg shuddered as she imagined the microscopic army of sperm being deposited inside her with each tiny movement.

Meg's legs wrapped around Delgado's waist, pulling him in deeper. She gasped as she felt him bottom out, the tip of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix. The sensation was intense - pleasure mixed with a hint of discomfort as he stretched her to her limits.

As Delgado began to move, slowly at first, Meg's mind raced. She imagined the pre-cum and remnants of his previous release being pushed deeper inside with each thrust. Her inner walls clenched around him, trying to draw him in even further.

A fleeting thought crossed Meg's mind - when was her last period? Could she be ovulating right now? The possibility sent a confusing mix of fear and arousal through her. She pictured Delgado's sperm surrounding her eggs, eager and ready to fertilize.

The mental image was overwhelming. Meg felt her arousal building rapidly as she fixated on what might be happening inside her body. Her hips bucked to meet Delgado's thrusts, driving him impossibly deeper.

Delgado growled in response, picking up his pace. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room as he pounded into her. Meg's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive.

As the coil of pleasure wound tighter in her core, Meg couldn't shake the vivid mental image of Delgado's sperm flooding her womb. Each powerful thrust seemed to drive them deeper, increasing the risk conception. The taboo thrill of it all pushed Meg closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm so close," she gasped, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Delgado's thick shaft.

"Me too, baby," Delgado growled. "I'm gonna fill you up."

Those words sent Meg spiraling over the precipice. Her back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy pulsing and gripping Delgado's cock. The intense contractions of her orgasm seemed to milk him, drawing his release from deep within.

With a guttural groan, Delgado slammed in to the hilt. Meg felt the hot spurts of his cum painting her inner walls, flooding her unprotected womb. The warmth spread through her as rope after rope of his potent seed was deposited deep inside.

As the final tremors of their shared climax subsided, they lay there panting, still intimately joined. Meg could feel Delgado's cock twitching inside her, the last drops of his release trickling out. Her mind reeled as she processed what had just happened, the enormity of the risk she had taken.