Megan sat at her desk entering another submission into the database at work, her fingers obediently tapping away at her keyboard. Neatly manicured and short nails clicked against the plastic keys as she typed, the sound muffled by the headphones she wore. A podcast played on in her ears, true crime, and Megan half paid attention to the story of a scorned lover and her revenge.
She had a hard time focusing on work this Monday morning, with an incredible weekend behind her, the remnants of it still fresh in her mind. And in her pussy as well, as she felt a gush of warm goo slip out of her and into her panties, soaked up by the pad she wore. Megan had cum dribbling out of her since Saturday morning, and each time she thought it was done, more found its way out of the depths of her womb and into her pants. She had taken to wearing a panty liner to keep it from soaking her underwear, and this was already the third time this morning she felt the creamy goo slide out of her.
Megan had had, without exaggeration, the best weekend of her life, and with it, the most incredible sex. Her coworker, Lindsey, had invited her over after a girls' night at the bar, and had proven to be...more than what Megan expected. Lindsey was a hermaphrodite, or a futa girl as Megan had discovered in her own research, and as such, was adorned with the most gorgeous and large cock Megan had ever seen. They fucked well into the night on Friday and most of the day Saturday before finally calling an end to their fuckfest. Each time the pair copulated, Lindsey deposited a healthy load of cum into Megan's pussy, and over the two days, must have filled her vagina at least six times.
In fact, Megan had been ejaculated into so many times that her belly swole with seed, giving her a small tummy that hadn't gone down since the two girls departed. Her pussy was raw and sensitive, and this morning she had only just begun to walk normally again. Hours upon hours of her weekend were spent with legs spread, Lindsey's cock buried firmly inside her, swollen balls pumping cum into her womb. Megan lost track of her own orgasms early into the first night, and came so hard and so often that her stomach muscles felt tight and burned.
But she was back at work, and she needed to focus. It was a busy time of the year, and her morning was only getting started. She had so much to do, and needed to keep her focus lest she slack off and fall behind. It would be hard with a pussy dribbling days old she-cock sperm, but Megan had to keep her head on straight and her mind out off of Lindsey and her gorgeous, thick, delicious—she was doing it again.
"Focus, Meg, focus!" she whispered to herself. She adjusted in her chair, feeling the dampness between her legs barely absorbed by her pad, and sighed. "It's going to be a long day..."
"Hey, girl, hey!" came a familiar voice from behind, and Megan turned around in her cubicle to see Sara, an underwriting assistant that Megan worked with from time to time. She was a little taller than Megan, dyed blonde hair with brown roots, and incredibly white teeth that were always in full display. Megan found her to be very attractive, but not really her type; a bit too self obsessed, selfies littering her social media, all with the exact same facial expression. Sometimes she even looked a bit long in the face, almost equine.
Megan and Sara had become friends of convenience over the past few months, taking lunch at the same time, having a handful of shared interests, of which Megan would be hard pressed to list out. Sara really only came around to share some juicy gossip or some slutty story about her weekends out on the town. Some of them were quite interesting, and arousing, but most of them the same old drab and boring sex stories. Rarely, she came around Megan's cubicle when she actually needed something.
"Oh, hey!" Megan said, pulling her headphones out of her ears. "How are you?"
"Good, had a wild weekend! Megan, I got SO drunk on Saturday, my gosh, it was so funny! You know Jon from that engineering company on the second floor? You know him, he's the shorter Hispanic guy, anyway, we went out for drinks and I got SO drunk!"
"Oh, wow, that's crazy!" Megan said, wondering when the point of the story would show up so she could end the conversation. This was going to be one of the boring ones, she could tell already.
"Anyway, I had to call an Uber and he wanted to give me a ride home, but I know how he is and I know he slept with Darlene McReese last month, and I wasn't going to let him. So I get in my Uber and guess what Megan! Guess what!?" Sara was on a roll, bringing her voice down to a little above a whisper. Megan knew what that meant. She was going to talk about someone she had sex with.
"What, Sara?" Megan said, lowering her voice to match Sara's.
"He was SO cute, and he brought me home, and I sucked his dick in my driveway Megan! I gave the Uber driver head!" Sara blushed and laughed at her own story, as if the punchline was a mystery to her until it came out of her mouth. "Megan, his dick was SO small, like I could fit the whole thing in my mouth! And he came so quick, it was embarrassing."
"You really get yourself into some interesting situations, Sara," Megan said, slowly turning in her chair to get back to her computer. "Only you!"
"I know, right? Like, of course. He gave me his number, do you think I should call him?"
"Why would you call him? It sounds like you weren't impressed." Sara did this all the time. She was so quick to fall for all these guys, none of whom respected her, and even less were actually decent people. But she would call the Uber driver again, have disappointing sex, and tell her all about it in a few days. It was inevitable.
"I know, I know, but like, I've been SO horny lately and I feel like he might be a good time. Sometimes those guys with little dicks know how to eat pussy! Hahaha!" Sara said, her voice a little louder but still quiet enough to keep it from traveling.
Megan couldn't help but laugh, and as she did, couldn't help but notice that Sara really was an attractive woman. She could do much better for herself, she thought.
"Anyway, I had a question about that Borley account, the one that came in on Friday. Did you happen to get around to rating it yet? The broker is looking for a quote and they're being SO annoying," Sara said getting down to business. As terrible as her decision making was when it came to partners, she was good at her job, and an intelligent woman. She sat down on the edge of Megan's desk as Megan began to search through her emails to find the account.
"I love her outfit today, she looks really sexy."
"What was that?" Megan asked, turning towards Sara. "You say something?"
"No, I didn't say anything," Sara replied, looking away from Megan's computer.
"Huh, thought I heard someone talking," Megan said to herself, feeling a bit uneasy. She could have sworn she heard Sara complement her outfit...and call her sexy. Megan did dress a bit provocatively today on purpose, with a low cut white top to accentuate her cleavage, and slim fitting black pants to show off her curves. She had even put in a little extra time this morning on her makeup, all with the goal of getting Lindsey's attention. Who, come to think of it, Megan hadn't seen all morning.
"You feeling okay, Meg? You seem a little out of it," Sara said, mockingly putting her hand to Megan's forehead. "Got a temperature haha?"
"Long weekend is all, I'm beat! Sorry, yeah, here's the account, I'll get it rated up now and send it over to you ASAP," Megan said, starting to work on the Borley account Sara was looking for.
