Lesbian x male coworker

*Amelia froze, her heart leaping into her throat as she heard the door creak open behind her. Slowly, she turned her head to see Max standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and a growing, lecherous grin spreading across his face.*

*"Well, well, well," Max drawled, his gaze drifting down to the lewd display of Amelia's hefty tits and thick thighs, her skirt hiked up and panties pushed aside to expose her glistening, swollen pussy. "What do we have here? The prissy little lesbian, playing with herself like a common whore in the break room? I had no idea you were such a dirty girl, Amelia."*

*Amelia's face flushed crimson with humiliation and rage, but also a traitorous surge of arousal at being caught in such a compromising position. She quickly tried to cover herself, yanking her skirt down and crossing her legs, but it was too late - Max had already seared the image of her masturbating to another woman's picture into his lust-addled brain.*

*"Get out, you pervert!" Amelia snapped, grabbing her phone and shoving it into her purse. "This is none of your business!"*

*But Max just laughed, a dark, cruel sound that made Amelia's pussy clench traitorously. He stepped further into the room, looming over her smaller frame, his cock already starting to strain against the confines of his pants.*

*"Oh, I think it is my business now, you sexy little slut," Max purred, his voice like sin itself. "I saw the way you were touching yourself, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. I know you need to be fucked, and fucked hard, to keep this sexy body of yours satisfied."*

*Amelia's mind screamed at her to run, to flee this lecherous, cock-drunk bastard who threatened to ruin her perfect lesbian life. But her body betrayed her, her nipples stiffening into aching peaks beneath her blouse, her pussy growing wetter and needier by the second.*

*"I'm not... I don't..." Amelia stammered weakly, but Max just smirked, reaching down to palm the thick, throbbing bulge in his pants.*

*"You don't have to say a word, baby girl," he growled. "Your body is screaming the truth - you're a cock-starved whore who needs to be put in your place. And I'm going to give you that place, right here, right now."*

*With that, Max reached out and grabbed Amelia's wrist, yanking her to her feet and pulling her flush against his muscular chest. She could feel the scorching heat of his skin through his shirt, the rock-hard press of his enormous, clothed cock grinding against her chubby belly. Amelia gasped, her eyes flying wide as a bolt of pure, electric lust shot through her treacherous body.*

*"No, please..." Amelia whimpered, even as her hands came up to clutch at Max's broad shoulders. She knew she should be fighting, should be screaming for help, but all she could do was tremble and moan as Max's hands roamed her curves, squeezing the plush, pillowy flesh of her tits and ass.*

*"That's it, baby, just like that," Max purred, his hot breath washing over Amelia's ear as he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel every thick, throbbing inch of his massive cock. "You're going to be my personal fucktoy, my sexy little lesbian cockslut. And you're going to fucking love every second of it."*

*But even as Max's words washed over her, even as her body responded with a will of its own, Amelia knew that her mind still resisted, still clung desperately to the idea that she was a true, devoted lesbian. She gritted her teeth, determined not to give in, not to admit that her sexy, curvy body craved the touch of a man's cock like a ****.*

*Max seemed to sense her resistance, and his smirk only grew wider, more wicked. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Amelia's ear, his voice dropping to a low, sinful purr.*

*"Keep telling yourself that, baby girl," he breathed. "Keep lying to yourself that you're still a dyke, that you don't need a real man's cock splitting you open. But we both know the truth - your sexy, cock-hungry body is already mine, even if your little lesbian mind hasn't accepted it yet."*

*With that, Max captured Amelia's lips in a brutal, dominating kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and forcing her to taste the dark, masculine essence of his desire. Amelia whimpered and moaned into the kiss, her back arching to press her massive, heaving tits tighter against Max's chest, even as her mind screamed at her to push him away, to reject the sinful pleasure of his touch.*

*But it was too late. Max had already broken something deep inside Amelia, had already planted the first seeds of her downfall as a proud, devoted lesbian. And as the days passed, those seeds would grow and flourish, until the beautiful, curvy blonde was nothing more than a ****, cock-drunk slut, craving the touch of the man who had shown her the truth of her own, treacherous desires.*