Megan and the Girls' Night Out Ch. 02

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.

"Thanks, you're the best!" Sara slid off the edge of her desk and started to walk out of the cubicle. "Oh! I was thinking of getting pizza for lunch, you want in?"

"Uh, sure, remind me again closer to lunch and we can order together," Megan said, turning to watch Sara leave.

"Wonder if she got laid this weekend, fucked all night long haha!"

What was going on, Megan thought to herself again. She DEFINITELY heard Sara talking, but she couldn't have been. Her mouth wasn't even moving. And she...she heard it in her head...

"Get a grip, Megan. You're tired, that's all. You're just hearing things because you're tired. It was a long weekend, and you're stressed, that's all," Megan mumbled to herself, feeling a cold sweat bead up on her forehead.

Megan shook her head and put her hands back on her keyboard. She started working on the Borley account for Sara again, doing her best to focus on work and not on the absolutely bizarre morning she was having so far. It didn't take long for Megan to get the account situated for Sara, and she emailed it over to her, putting a smiley winking face at the end of the email and regretting it almost as soon as she hit send.

"Maybe she won't think anything of it...maybe she'll just think you're being friendly. Which, you are, of course. Right. Right...? Who are you kidding, you want her to sit on your face and cum in your mouth you dirty slut."

"What the fuck!?" Megan said louder than she meant to, standing up in her cubicle. Clear as day, she heard her own voice speaking to her. Not in the usual internal monologue way, but in an actual speaking into her head kind of way.

"You good?" Keegan, who sat in the cubicle next to Megan asked. She saw him peek over the top of the wall of his cube into hers, a quizzical look taking over his dark-featured face. "Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, my computer is just acting up. Piece of junk," Megan lied, feeling herself grow warm in the face. "I'm going to take a walk while this thing restarts." She quickly hit restart on her computer, and adjusted herself the best she could. She could feel another warm batch of goo slide out of her vagina and into her panties, and she shifted uncomfortably.

"No surprise there, I gotta reboot mine almost on the hour," Keegan laughed. "Cheapskates aren't ever going to upgrade our gear!"

"Seriously!" Megan said, not having to try hard to feign annoyance. She grabbed her purse and made her way towards the office door. She passed by where Lindsey's desk was, and glancing into her cubicle, and saw that it was empty.

"Bet she's sucking her own cock, tasting your sweet pussy still lingering on it."

Megan snorted exasperatedly and grit her teeth. She pushed past Lindsey's desk and out the office, the glass doors clicking shut behind her as she hurried down towards the north wing of the building. The office suites down that way were all being renovated, and the bathrooms were typically empty while the office occupants were temporarily relocated.

She punched the code into the door, heard the lock click, and made her way into the bathroom. The lights flicked on, motion activated, and she stepped in front of the mirror. She examined her features in it, and as far as she could tell, she looked okay. Her blonde bangs hung heavy against her forehead, damp with sweat, and she pulled her shoulder-length hair back into a messy ponytail to keep the rest of it from matting against her face. Her blue eyes shimmered in the fluorescent light, clear and bright. Her nose ring glinted as she turned her head from side to side, before she sighed hard and stopped her self exam.

"You look fine, Megan. You're fine..." she whispered, trying to reassure herself. She looked at herself in the mirror for a few moments more before she felt a stirring in her stomach, close to her groin. It wasn't a wholly uncomfortable feeling, but certainly noticeable. She rubbed her belly and thought that she felt bloated, or swollen, but...maybe it was just in her head. She took a few steps back, getting more of her body in the mirror, and lifted her blouse up to reveal her stomach. With her other hand, she pulled the front of her pants down slightly, the top of her pubic hair exposed.

Her belly did look bigger, only slightly, but she could see a difference from the morning when she was in the shower. She thought maybe she was just bloated, that her period was coming, but this? This wasn't the same.

She turned sideways to get a better look, and there was no denying it; she had a slight bulge around her lower belly. She tried to suck in her stomach, but it didn't do much to help, the bump was still there. She let go of the waistband of her pants, still holding up her shirt, and rubbed her stomach. It felt firm, and didn't give much as she pressed it gently. As she did, she felt another hot gush of Lindsey's cum squirt out of her, thick between her legs.

As she toyed with her stomach, Megan heard a voice outside the bathroom door, muffled, and footsteps. There was a fumbling at the door, the keypad buttons were pressed, and the handle was tried. Megan dropped her shirt and hurried into the closest stall, closing the door and locking it as she heard the voice outside grunt loudly in frustration before trying the keypad again. This time it was successful, and Megan heard the door open and a familiar voice carry inside. It was Sara, and it sounded like she was on the phone having a heated argument.

"I don't know what you want from me, we went on one date, and I wasn't feeling it. Please. Stop. Calling. Me!" Sara paced back and forth a couple times, and as she did Megan dropped her pants to sit on the toilet. Sara didn't seem to notice that anyone else was even in the bathroom.

As Megan looked down, she saw that her panty liner was absolutely soaked through. She lifted it from her underwear, wrapped it in toilet paper, and dropped it into the bin in the stall. She couldn't believe how saturated it was, the thick, white liquid practically dripping from it. Even as she sat on the toilet, she could feel more sliding out of her, slowly dripping into the water.

"She used you as her cum dumpster. She filled you up and used your little snatch. And you loved it..."

"I don't care if my pussy was 'bomb,' I'm not going out with you again!" Sara shouted, distracting Megan from that nagging voice again. "Fuck you! UGHHHH!" Megan heard Sara slam her phone down on the bathroom counter, and mutter to herself something she couldn't quite make out.

"Her pussy was 'bomb,' maybe you should find out for yourself..."

"Come on!" Megan said out loud, frustrated at the nagging voice in her head, before slapping her hand over her mouth. She felt her heartbeat increase as she lingered in the silence. She heard footsteps get closer to her stall, before seeing the shadow of Sara bend down.

"Meg? Are you in here?" Sara said, cautiously.

"Oh, uh, Sara? Hey, funny meeting you in here..." Megan replied, pulling her pants up and standing. She flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall, her face burning with embarrassment.

"Oh my god, I didn't realize...you heard all that, huh?" Sara said, her face getting red. As she did, the blushing carried down to her neck. Sara sighed and rolled her eyes. "Some asshole guy I let fuck me last month, he keeps calling me and won't leave me alone."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop," Megan said, turning on the faucet of one of the sinks to wash her hands.

"Don't be, I shouldn't have come in here screaming," Sara said, and then laughed to herself. "I feel like an idiot."

"You shouldn't, guys can be assholes. That's why I date women haha!" Megan said, grabbing a paper towel to dry her hands. She glanced at Sara, and couldn't help but think of how attractive she looked right here and now.

"You want to eat my 'bomb' pussy Megan? I bet it tastes sooooo good!" Sara's voice spoke into her mind, and Megan could feel herself get warm between her legs. Megan tried to push it out of her head, but the voice echoed in her thoughts. She did want to eat Sara's pussy.

"No joke, I've thought about it myself hehe! Guys cause so much drama, and all they seem to care about is blowing their load and moving on," Sara said. "God, why do I even bother?"

"Dating is tough, that's why I've been single for so long," Megan said, turning her back towards the countertop and leaning her butt against it. She crossed her arms, her ample breasts resting on top of them. "I've dealt with my fair share of assholes and jerkoffs."

"It's like, every guy I find myself with is just interested in fucking, and the only time they call back is when they want another hit," Sara sighed, and grabbed her phone off the counter. "I'm tired of it."

"Why don't you try looking somewhere else? You go to bars and stuff, right? Why not try something different?" Megan asked.

"Like what?" Sara said. She cocked her head to the side a bit like a quizzical dog.

"I don't know, try online dating maybe. I know there's a ton of apps, and I remember hearing that Theresa had some luck meeting a guy through there," Megan also remembered that Theresa had a ton of crash-and-burn failures, but now wasn't the time to mention that.

"I feel like all the guys on there are just into one night stands though. Won't it be worse? I'm ready to call it quits, Meg!" Sara said sounding exasperated. "Maybe it's me."

"You'll find someone good eventually," Megan said, getting closer to Sara. She put her hand on Sara's arm and smiled at her. "Even if it isn't a guy..."

"My pussy is so wet for you, Meg. Come see. Come taste..."

"Maybe I should give women a chance haha!" Sara laughed, and mockingly put her tongue through her pointer and middle fingers. "I bet there would be less drama."

Megan laughed and shifted a bit closer to Sara. She couldn't help but imagine her tongue being put to use on her own pussy. She imagined Sara's face buried between her legs, looking up at her from above her patch of pubic hair, face wet with her juices. Megan felt a tingling sensation between her legs and could feel her nipples perking up and stiffening.

"Do it...DO. IT. Make your move, now is your chance!"

"Have you ever been with a woman, Sara?" Megan said, feeling an intense lust come over her. She ran her hand up Sara's arm, stopping at her shoulder.

"Please take me. I want you so badly..."

"Meg...what are you—" Sara stammered.

"Shhh, don't talk," Megan said, pressing herself up against Sara. She ran her hand off of Sara's shoulder and up to her face, resting it on her cheek. "Just kiss me."

"Meg, I don't know, we're at work," Sara said, pulling away a little before biting her lower lip. "I've never done this before."

"There's nothing to it, trust me," Megan said, grabbing Sara's hands and pulling her towards the empty stall she came out of. As the pair entered the stall, Megan pressed her lips against Sara's, and kissed her deeply. Megan felt an irresistible drive to have sex with Sara, something deep inside her brain that wouldn't let the idea go. She would have never imagined doing something like this, being this upfront and risky, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted this, needed this, and she was going to have it.

"You're so fucking sexy," Sara moaned, pulling away from the kiss. "How...how did you know I wanted this?"

"It was just a hunch," Megan said, pressing her forehead against Sara's. Megan ran her hands up and down Sara's sides, feeling her gentle curves and her supple rear end. Sara returned the favor, and the pair felt each other up inside the cramped bathroom stall.

"I'm so wet, Meg," Sara whispered. "I've been ever since I saw your outfit this morning..."

"Let me feel," Megan replied, lifting the bottom of Sara's skirt. Sara helped lift the material up over her waist to reveal a pair of light blue panties, with a dark blue wet spot in the front between her legs. Megan could smell the scent of her lady parts mixed with the gentle smell of fabric softener, one of her favorite combinations. Megan ran her fingers across the wet fabric before pressing down against Sara's pussy and massaging her clit through her panties. Through the fabric, Megan could feel just how wet Sara was, her viscous juices coating her fingers through the flimsy material.