Unwitting accomplice

The next morning, Meg arrived at McCarthy & Associates feeling distracted and on edge. As she settled at her desk, memories of the previous night's encounter with Jeffrey kept intruding on her thoughts. She tried to focus on her work, shuffling through case files and preparing briefs, but found her mind wandering.

Around mid-morning, Suzie from accounting stopped by Meg's desk. "Hey girl, how's it going?" she asked, leaning against the cubicle wall.

Meg looked up, grateful for the distraction. "Oh, you know, same old," she replied with a **** smile. "How about you?"

Suzie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, don't even get me started. This new tax law has me pulling my hair out. I've been crunching numbers all week and my eyes are starting to cross."

"Sounds rough," Meg sympathized. "Anything I can help with?"

"Unless you want to take over reconciling about a thousand receipts, probably not," Suzie said with a rueful laugh. "I swear, some of these expense reports look like they were filled out by a drunk toddler."

As Suzie continued venting about her workload, Meg found herself studying her friend. She noticed the way Suzie's tailored blouse hugged her curves, how a stray lock of brunette hair had escaped her usually perfect updo. For a moment, Meg wondered what Suzie sex life is like. Her eyes traced the gentle curves of Suzie's body, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her crisp white blouse. Meg noticed how the fabric strained slightly across Suzie's chest when she gestured emphatically, hinting at the voluptuous figure underneath.

A flush crept up Meg's neck as she caught herself staring. She tried to redirect her thoughts, but found herself imagining what Suzie might look like underneath her professional attire. Images flashed through Meg's mind - Suzie's curves freed from confining fabric, her olive skin flushed with arousal, her brunette waves splayed across silken sheets.

As her fantasy deepened, Meg felt a pulsing warmth between her thighs. She shifted in her chair, trying to ease the building tension. Her thoughts took an even more forbidden turn as she imagined Suzie unprotected and fertile. She knows Suzie don't like pills and thought of how **** Suzie's eggs are, without anything to shield them. Meg pictured Suzie's womb, ripe and ready, just waiting to be filled.

"Meg? Hello, earth to Meg!" Suzie's voice snapped Meg mind out her fantasy.

Meg blinked rapidly, forcing herself back to the present. "Oh, sorry Suzie. I guess I zoned out for a second there."

Suzie quirked an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing at her lips. "Mmhmm, I bet. You've been distracted all morning. Don't tell me - you've got a new fling, don't you?"

Meg felt heat rush to her cheeks as memories of Jeffrey's eager hands on her body flashed through her mind. The last thing she wanted was for Suzie to know about her encounter with him. She scrambled for a way to change the subject.

"Oh, um, no. Nothing like that," Meg said hurriedly. "Actually, I was just thinking... what about you? Any exciting romantic prospects in your life lately?"

Suzie's smile faltered slightly, her warm brown eyes clouding over. She let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. "Not really," she said, shaking her head ruefully. "To be honest, my love life's been pretty much nonexistent lately. Unless you count all the creepy perverts flooding my Instagram with gross messages."

Meg's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What? That's awful, Suzie. I'm so sorry."

Suzie waved her hand dismissively, but Meg could see the tension in her jaw. "It's fine, really. Just a bunch of pathetic losers with nothing better to do than harass women online. But sometimes..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

"Sometimes what?" Meg prompted gently.

Suzie glanced around furtively, then leaned in closer. "Sometimes it really freaks me out, you know? Like, these guys are putting their sick fantasies out there in public."

She pulled out her phone, tapping the screen a few times before handing it to Meg. "Here, look at some of these comments. It's insane."

Meg scrolled through Suzie's Instagram, her eyes widening at the crude and explicit messages. Men describing in graphic detail what they wanted to do to Suzie. Dozens of men had left explicit messages describing their darkest desires.

"Suzie…" Meg breathed. "This is awful. Have you reported these creeps?"

Suzie shrugged. "I've tried, but new ones just keep popping up. Look at this guy - 'DaddyMike69'. He's left like 20 comments in the last week alone."

Meg tapped on the profile, surprised to see it wasn't anonymous at all. The man's feed was full of family photos - backyard barbecues, Little League games, even a beach vacation. His bio proudly proclaimed "Loving husband and father of 3."

"Wow, he's not even trying to hide who he is," Meg marveled. "You'd think these guys would at least use fake profiles."

"I know, right?" Suzie said. "It's like they have no shame. Here, look at this one from 'Steve_the_Stud'. He literally has his wife and kids in his profile pic."

Meg found herself oddly fascinated as she scrolled through more profiles. Perfectly ordinary-looking men living seemingly normal lives, yet leaving the most depraved comments imaginable.

"This is insane," Meg muttered. "How are they not banned? I mean, listen to this one: 'Can't stop thinking about bending you over my desk at work. My wife doesn't need to know.' And his profile picture is him in a suit at some corporate event!"

Suzie nodded grimly. "Yeah. He's left dozens of comments like that."

Meg scrolled further, her cheeks flushing as she read more messages:

"Wish I could breed you like the fertile little slut you are. My swimmers would look so good flooding your womb."

"Those tits were made for nursing. Let me put a baby in you and watch them swell with milk."

"I'd risk it all to cum deep inside you. No pulling out, just pumping you full until you're overflowing."

"How are these guys not banned?" Meg asked in disbelief. "I mean, they're using their real names and everything."

Suzie shrugged. "I already told you, I report them, but new ones always pop up. I think they get a thrill out of the risk."

Meg handed the phone back, her mind reeling. She couldn't believe how brazen these men were, openly expressing such forbidden desires. A small part of her was almost impressed by their boldness.

Meg shook her head in disbelief. "It's like every single guy out there has some kind of impregnation fetish. What's up with that? It's like a pandemic or something."

Suzie nodded. "I know, right? It's so weird. Like, what is so appealing about it anyway?"

"Seriously," Meg agreed. "I mean, I get that it's taboo and all, but the obsession seems ****. Do they not realize the real-life consequences?"

"Exactly!" Suzie exclaimed. "It's all fun and games until you're actually pregnant. Then there's morning sickness, doctor's appointments, maternity leave... not to mention 18 years of child-rearing."

Meg laughed. "Don't forget the stretch marks and potential complications. Real sexy stuff there."

"Oh yeah, nothing hotter than swollen ankles and heartburn," Suzie said sarcastically. "I swear, these guys have no clue about the reality of pregnancy."

"It's like they're stuck in some primal caveman mindset," Meg mused. "All 'me make baby now' without considering modern life."

Suzie snorted. "Totally. I bet half of them would run screaming if they actually knocked someone up."

"Probably," Meg agreed. "It's all fantasy for them. The idea of leaving their 'legacy' or whatever without the actual responsibility."

Meg paused, her brow furrowing as a new thought occurred to her. "You know," she said slowly, "maybe it's not just about the pregnancy itself. What if it's more about... I don't know, possession? Marking someone in a way anyone can see?"

Suzie tilted her head, considering. "Like... the ultimate hickey?"

"Exactly!" Meg exclaimed, warming to the topic. "It's visible proof that they've claimed someone. A walking billboard advertising their virility."

"Huh," Suzie mused. "I guess that makes a twisted kind of sense. It's objectification taken to the ****."

Meg nodded eagerly. "Right? And it lasts so much longer than any other mark. Months of visible changes to a woman's body, all because of what that man did."

"And then there's the permanent result," Suzie added. "A whole new human being, carrying the guy's DNA. Talk about leaving your mark."

"It's like the ultimate form of ownership," Meg continued, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Altering someone's body from the inside out. Leaving an indelible imprint that can never fully be erased."

Suzie shivered slightly. "When you put it that way, it sounds almost... primal. Instinctual."

"Maybe that's part of the appeal," Meg suggested. "Tapping into some deep-seated biological desire, or program, or instinct, whatever..."

Suzie paused, her brow furrowing in thought. "You know, maybe there's another angle too…" she said slowly. "What if part of the appeal is about sharing intense pleasure? Like, the idea of making a woman feel so good she loses all inhibition."

Meg tilted her head, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it," Suzie continued, warming to the topic. "In these fantasies, the woman is usually overcome with lust, right? She's not thinking about consequences or practicality. She's just... consumed by desire."

"That's true," Meg agreed. "i guess It's a lot of times portrayed as this unstoppable passion."

Suzie nodded eagerly. "Exactly. So maybe the real turn-on is the idea of giving a woman so much pleasure that she doesn't even care about the risks. She's just lost in the moment, **** to feel good."

"Interesting," Meg mused. "So it's less about the end result and more about the intensity of the act itself?"

"Right," Suzie said. "Like, imagine being so overwhelmed with sensation that you can't even form coherent thoughts. You're just feeling, experiencing, existing in this bubble of pure bliss."

Meg felt a flush creeping up her neck as she pictured the scene Suzie was describing. "And in that state, you wouldn't be thinking about protection or consequences," she added softly. "You'd just want to feel, not noticing or caring about the point of no return…"

Meg couldn't help but feel strange sensations stirring inside her. They were discussing a taboo, forbidden topic, but there was something... appealing about the idea of giving up control. The thought of being consumed by such raw, primal desire was strangely arousing.

"I mean, don't get me wrong," Suzie continued, unaware of Meg's turmoil, "I still think it's messed up to harass women online like that."

Meg swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Y-yeah, me too," she managed to croak out. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I don't know, is also... kind of... It's... intense."

Suzie looked at her friend with a knowing smile. "Tell me about it. It's like there's this part of us that's drawn to the thrill of being devoured by someone else's lust."

"Even though we know it's not reality," Meg interjected quickly. "I mean, we both have our wits about us. We wouldn't actually... you know..."

"Of course not," Suzie said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm just saying it's fun to talk about."

Meg hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as she considered her next words carefully. Her heart was racing, a mix of nervousness and forbidden excitement coursing through her veins. Finally, she took a deep breath and asked quietly, "Suzie... what do you think would happen if you actually responded to one of these guys? Do you think any of them could really make you feel... like that?"

Suzie's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She glanced around furtively, making sure no one else was within earshot. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Well…, Meg... I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it," Suzie admitted, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Sometimes when I'm alone at night, I find myself re-reading those messages. Imagining what it would be like..."

She trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "There's this one guy - he calls himself 'DominantDominic55' - who's been messaging me for weeks. His words... they just get under my skin, you know? He describes things in such vivid detail. How he'd pin me against the wall, his strong hands exploring every curve of my body. The way he'd whisper in my ear, telling me exactly what he's going to do to me."

Meg leaned in closer, utterly captivated. "And? How does he say it?"

Suzie's voice dropped even lower, her words coming out in a breathless rush. "He tells me how he'd slowly undress me, savoring every inch of skin revealed. His hands would roam my body, teasing and caressing until I'm trembling with need. He'd kiss down my neck, nipping and sucking until I'm covered in marks that show I belong to him."

Meg felt her own breath quickening as Suzie continued, "Then he'd push me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. He says he'd taste me, licking and sucking until I'm a quivering mess, begging him for more. And when I'm right on the edge, **** and aching, that's when he'd finally slide inside me."

Suzie's eyes were glazed over, lost in the fantasy. "He describes how tight and wet I'd feel around him, how he'd start slow but build to a pounding rhythm. His hands would be everywhere - squeezing my breasts, gripping my hips, wrapped around my throat. And all the while, he'd be whispering the filthiest things in my ear."

"Like what?" Meg asked, her voice barely audible.

"Like how good my pussy feels clenching around his cock. How he's going to fill me up with his cum, breed me like the dirty little slut I am. How he'll keep me barefoot and pregnant, my belly and tits swollen with his children."

Meg leaned in closer, her heart racing. "Suzie... why don't you let him?" she whispered, her eyes wide. "I mean, if he makes you feel that way..."

Suzie's eyes widened in shock at Meg's suggestion. "Let him what? Actually try to put a baby in me? Meg, have you lost your marbles?" she hissed, glancing around nervously to make sure no one had overheard.

Meg quickly backpedaled, realizing how her words had come across. "No, no, not that! I didn't mean let him actually impregnate you. I meant... why not let him try to make you forget about the consequences, even if just for a moment? To experience that kind of all-consuming ecstasy he describes?"

Suzie's brow furrowed as she considered Meg's words. She fidgeted with her necklace, twisting the delicate chain around her fingers as she wrestled with conflicting emotions. Finally, she let out a long sigh.

"I don't know, Meg," Suzie said hesitantly. "He is old - at least in his mid-fifties based on his username. And he has like 4 kids already. It's wrong on so many levels. Plus, it's probably all just talk anyway. Guys like that rarely follow through."

Meg's eyes widened as she considered the implications. "You're right," she breathed. "But four kids... he must know exactly what he's doing. All that experience seducing and impregnating a woman over and over."

Meg trailed off, lost in the vivid mental image. "He probabily knows just how to move, just where to thrust to hit all the most sensitive spots. Building his wife higher and higher until she is a trembling, writhing mess beneath him, begging him not to stop."

Suzie bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. "Meg!" she hissed, glancing around furtively. "We shouldn't be talking about this here."

But Meg was too caught up in the fantasy to stop. "And when you're right on the edge, that's when he'd whisper in your ear. Telling you how good you feel, how perfect you'd look swollen with his child. How he's going to flood your fertile womb with his potent seed. It would probably be a mind-blowing fuck, right?"

Suzie's eyes glazed over as she imagined the scenario. "I suppose it would be pretty mind-blowing," she admitted in a hushed tone. "To be with someone with so much experienced in that… that kinda of sex…"

She trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "I mean, think about it - four kids. That's four times he's successfully impregnated his wife, but how many attempts?. He must have perfected his technique by now."

"Four legitimate kids, sure," Meg mused, her voice low. "But I bet a guy like that has been around, if you know what I mean. How many illegitimate children do you think he might have out there?"

Suzie's eyes widened at the implication. "Oh god, I hadn't even considered that. You're right - he doesn't exactly seem like the loyal type, does he?" She leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially. "Based on how he writes, I'd guess he's had plenty of affairs over the years. Who knows how many women he's actually knocked up?"

Meg nodded eagerly. "Exactly. And in a way, doesn't that make it even better? I mean, think about all that... well..., pratice, I guess? Not just with his wife, but with who knows how many other women. He's probably perfected the art by now."

Suzie's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and intrigue flashing across her face. She leaned in even closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Meg... would you judge me if I actually responded to him? Just to see what happens?"

Meg's eyebrows shot up in an exaggerated expression of surprise, her mouth forming a perfect 'O'. For a brief moment, she maintained the facade of shock before dissolving into laughter.

"Judge you? Oh Suzie, I'm the one who's dying to hear all about it!" Meg exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "In fact, I might be even more interested than you are at this point."

Suzie let out a relieved giggle, the tension visibly draining from her shoulders. "Really? You don't think I'm crazy for considering it?"

Meg shook her head emphatically. "Not at all. In fact, I think you'd be crazy not to at least explore it a little. I mean, how often do you get the chance to experience something so... primal?"

Suzie bit her lip nervously, her fingers hovering over her phone screen. "Okay, so... what should I actually say to him? I've never done anything like this before."

Meg leaned in close, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Well, if you really want to get his attention, a message alone might not cut it. Why not send him a little visual treat to go along with it?"

Suzie's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing crimson. "You mean like... a sexy picture?" she whispered, glancing around furtively.

"Exactly," Meg nodded enthusiastically. "Something to really get his blood pumping. Show him what he's missing out on."

Suzie hesitated for a moment before a sly smile spread across her face. "You know what? You're right. Go big or go home, right?" She began scrolling through her phone's photo gallery, biting her lower lip in concentration.

After a few moments, Suzie's eyes lit up. "Oh! What about this one?" She angled the phone screen towards Meg, who leaned in for a closer look.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she took in the image. It showed Suzie lounging on a rumpled bed, bathed in soft, warm light. She wore a sheer lace teddy that left little to the imagination, the delicate fabric clinging to every luscious curve. The neckline plunged daringly low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, adding to the allure of disarray.

Suzie's long, toned legs were on full display, crossed at the ankle in a coy pose. Her brunette waves tumbled artfully across the pillow, framing her face which wore an expression of sultry invitation. Her warm brown eyes smoldered at the camera, lips parted ever so slightly as if on the verge of a kiss.

The lighting cast a golden glow on Suzie's olive skin, highlighting the gentle swell of her hips and the flat plane of her stomach. Shadows accentuated the dip of her waist and the roundness of her breasts, creating an image that was both artistic and deeply erotic.

"Suzie…" Meg breathed, her eyes wide. "It's absolutely perfect. Sexy but still classy. He's going to lose his mind when he sees this."

Suzie flushed with pleasure at Meg's enthusiastic response. "You really think it's good enough to send?" she asked, her finger hovering over the 'send' button.

"Are you kidding? It's more than good enough. He's going to lose his mind when he sees this," Meg assured her. "Go on, do it!"

With a deep breath, Suzie tapped 'send'. The two women stared at the screen for a long moment before dissolving into nervous giggles, covering their mouths to stifle the sound. Their eyes darted around the office, checking to make sure no one had overheard their scandalous conversation. The shared secret hung between them, electric and thrilling.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I just did that," Suzie whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

Meg grinned, leaning in close. "I know! It's so naughty. Can you imagine his face when he opens that message?"

They burst into another fit of hushed laughter, shoulders shaking with mirth. Suzie fanned herself dramatically, her cheeks flushed pink. "I feel like I'm in high school again, passing notes to my crush."

"Except this is way more risqué than anything we did back then," Meg pointed out with a wink.

Suzie nodded emphatically. "No kidding! If my mother only knew..."

This set them off again, giggling like schoolgirls sharing their first sip of stolen wine. The forbidden nature of their actions only added to the intoxicating thrill.

After a few moments, Suzie glanced at her watch and sighed. "I should probably get back to my desk before someone notices I've been gone so long."

Meg nodded, but grabbed Suzie's arm as she turned to leave. "Wait! You have to promise to keep me updated. I want to know every detail of what happens next."

Suzie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, don't worry. You'll be the first to know if he responds. I might need your advice on what to do next anyway."

"Absolutely," Meg nodded eagerly. "We're in this together now. Partners in crime, so to speak."

With a conspiratorial wink, Suzie headed back to her desk, leaving Meg alone with her thoughts. As the excitement of their illicit conversation faded, Meg found her mind drifting back to Jeffrey. She hadn't planned on seeing him again so soon, but now...

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she imagined Jeffrey's doughy body pressing against hers, his eager hands roaming her curves. She pictured his face, flushed with desire, as he thrust into her with reckless abandon.

Meg squirmed in her seat, a familiar warmth building between her thighs. She glanced at the clock, wondering how soon she could reasonably leave the office without arousing suspicion.

She hadn't told Suzie about Jeffrey, but the knowledge that her friend was exploring her own taboo fantasies made Meg feel less alone. A part of her is always ashamed of her attraction, knowing how others would judge her if they knew. But now, with Suzie as an unwitting accomplice in this strange hobby of getting fucked by a pervert, that shame was gradually being replaced by a heady rush of anticipation.