Day 3: Breakup

Her surrender was complete. She no longer saw the point in fighting her own biological needs; millions of years of reproductive instinct had conquered her iron will, her lesbian desires. Now she was a female in need of a good alpha male in her life to feel whole.

Her years of study at university, all the effort she had put in to make her way up, and the ambition that had propelled her to the top—none of those things could now compete with the overwhelming love that ruled her mind and heart.

"mmmmmmh...mmmmm"

"HHHHMMMM...mmm"

The kiss met no resistance. Erika met her desired goal, though she didn't take much initiative either, letting Victor do most of the work. Although the director wanted to be possessed vehemently by Victor, she wasn't bothered and let the thrill of their first touch engulf her.

In a whirlwind of madness and passion, their bodies intertwined, creating so much friction that their clothes began to tear. Erika's nails scratched Victor's shirt, while he did the same to what little remained of his boss's. Still hungry, they both parted their lips to move them elsewhere. While the director focused on her employee's neck, he preferred to give light bites to her ear.

"Ahhh... that's it, Victor... ahhhh," her pleas mingled with her moans. "Ahhh... that's what I needed... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The metallic touch of the brakes on her earlobe stimulated her to levels she never thought possible. When Vázquez's hands gripped her hair with enough force to pull out several strands, it made her feel like a mere object of pleasure, not unlike the toys he'd bought, and she loved it.

Ooooooohh fuck, how can I live without this? I was stupid… mmmh… This is my place, submissive to my man! were the only coherent thoughts racing through Erika’s mind.

Without the slightest respect, Victor yanked the blonde’s hair, forcing her head back against her will. Her thirsty blue eyes met his resolute gaze.

“So, the powerful and arrogant Erika Stronger needs to feel a real man… Does she need ME?” The malice in Victor’s words was matched only by the malice in his smile.

That act of contempt from a man would have ignited a fury in the former Erika akin to that of an enraged dragon; no one would have survived the blaze of his words. Instead, the woman she had become let out a pitiful whimper, unable to look at him for long without lowering her gaze.

“Mmmh…yes, Victor,” carnal desire spoke for her in the form of a roar. “I need a real man…I need a good cock to take me to heaven.”

“Hehehe…hey, didn’t you like women?” As if he were the reins of a mare, he pulled harder on her hair. “Where did all that proud lesbian stuff go?”

Being subdued in such a vulgar way, instead of words, a combination of animalistic growls and gasps escaped her. Her body was responding long before her mind could process the questions.

“No more…no more lesbian!” he bellowed with a deranged grin. “It’s…it’s that fucking virus, the one in the news…it’s changed me…I can’t think like I used to, now my mind can only think about your cock…cock…cock…cock.”

A villainous laugh erupted from Victor, as if a doll had hurled Erika at the writer. With a comical thud, the director’s padded backside cushioned much of the impact; her entire body bounced a few inches before landing on her back on the desk.

The few things that were still there were scattered everywhere, but that didn’t matter to her. Not when Vázquez had his hands on the belt buckle of her pants; she was about to receive what she, as a woman, needed.

“Hahahaha...just look at you...hahahaha...a few days ago you were sitting here like a tyrant, thinking you were superior to men, especially me! And now...hahahaha...turned into a nymphomaniac whore begging for the cock of a pawn like me.”

Once he took off his pants and what was left of his shirt, Victor stood in front of the boss. Drooling profusely, Erika admired his manhood; that thing would have made her want to vomit. Today she wanted to be fucked hundreds of times until she was overflowing with semen.

With anything, it seemed like her pride had been thrown in the trash. Erika spread her legs wide, the fluid from her cunt smearing all over the place that had once been the center of her power.

“Yes, I’m a nymphomaniac whore and I want to be my employee’s slave!”

With that last exclamation, Victor leaped upon the woman who terrified men, throwing himself at her with the conviction that he had won the grand prize…