It was just another humdrum Monday morning. Dave, the chief structural engineer, sat behind his desk, his eyes scanning the floor outside his office. His mind, however, was elsewhere, anticipating the arrival of Lacey, the new hire who had started two days ago while he was out of town. He had seen her resume, of course, but there was something about meeting someone in person that a piece of paper could never convey.

The door opened, and Lacey stepped in, her professional presence and sexual aura filling the room. She was taller than Dave had expected. Her frame was athletic yet undeniably feminine. Her platinum blonde hair framed her face, accentuating her sharp eyes. Devastating smile. Fuuuuck! That always got to Dave. Leggy. Fuuuuck! That also always got to Dave. She wore a tailored blazer over a crisp white shirt. Dave's cock woke up and strained against his pants.

"Lacey, right?" Dave stood, extending a hand. "Dave. Welcome to the team. Have a seat."

She said, "Thank you, Dave. It’s great to be here. I’ve heard a lot about the projects you’re working on."

As she sat, Dave noticed the way she moved—this babe was strong and light on her feet. He gestured to the pile of schematics. "We’ve got a lot on our plate, but I think you’ll fit right in,” he said.

“Let’s start with your responsibilities. My plan is for you to lead the structural analysis for the new bridge project, working closely with the design team. They are a bright group, but at heart they are a pack of otherworldly artistic types who often ignore costs and are more concerned with aesthetics rather than functionality. I need you to keep them planted in reality and drive the analyses to fruition. Don’t let them slow things down. Sound good?"

Lacey nodded, her eyes scanning Dave and his desk. "Absolutely. I’ve reviewed the preliminary designs. I’m excited to dive in, Dave."

Dave leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. "Good, good. You seem like someone who has her feet planted on the ground. That’s always a welcome attribute."

She smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I try to be straightforward. Life’s too short for BS."

The conversation shifted seamlessly, Dave was in a playful mood, and he drew her into a discussion that went far beyond the confines of their professional roles. He spoke of Voltaire’s wit and the way it challenged the rigid structures of his time, his words painting a vivid picture of a man who dared to challenge everything. Lacey listened intently, but by personal background and education, she was unprepared for such a conversation. Yet she had a look of real interest on her face. Dave’s cock twitched.

The talk meandered through the Romantic movement, Dave extolling the emotional depth of its literature and the way it celebrated the individual. "Byron, Shelley, Keats—they were rebels. They challenged the mainstream of thought and feeling, not just in their writing but also in their lives."

Lacey’s eyes sparkled with interest. "I read some of their work in my Norton Anthology in college. But I was an engineering student so my professor thought I was a little dull-minded. That sort of drained my interest."

Dave spoke of Klimt, whose paintings, in his opinion, were an iconoclastic fusion of sensuality and symbolism. "Klimt’s use of gold leaf and the way he incorporated Byzantine mosaics were revolutionary. He wasn’t just painting, he was creating a new language for the eyes."

"I’ve always been drawn to his work," Lacey admitted with a smile. "But I don't have your ability to explain why."

The conversation turned to Abraham Lincoln, Dave delving into the lesser-known aspects of his early life. "Most people know him as a great president, but his journey to that point was filled with failure, self-doubt, and perseverance. He was a practitioner of the possible who never surrendered his ideals, America's ideals."

Lacey leaned forward, her expression intense. "You make him seem so compelling. Thank you for sharing that."

As the discussion flowed, Dave became increasingly aware of Lacey’s real intelligence, but she was incompletely educated, like most engineers who, overall, tended to be dolts outside their tiny areas of specialization. He found himself wanting to know more about Lacey, though, so he could peel back the layers of her personality.

"I can tell you've never had a conversation like this," he remarked with a smile. Most of all he wondered what the expression on her face would be with an over-sized cock in her ass. He decided then and there that he would find out.

The air between them seemed to thicken, the professional veneer giving way to a more personal connection. Lacey’s expression softened a little, and she leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed yet alert.

"Dave, there’s something I should probably tell you," she suddenly announced. "I’m a lesbian. I’ve been in a relationship with a younger woman for a few years now. My experience with men is… limited."

Dave’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly recovered, his expression neutral. "I see. Well, that’s… interesting. I didn’t know."

Lacey’s gaze was direct, her confidence unwavering. "I thought it was important to be upfront about it. I had a brief marriage, actually, to a man you might know. It didn’t work out, obviously. Peter Brock."

Dave nodded, his mind racing. "I remember now. Yes, I know the guy. He's a good guy. Small world."

As the conversation paused, Dave took a moment to pore over Lacey more thoroughly, his engineer’s mind cataloging details with precision. She was strongly built: her legs long and muscular, her frame exuding a natural athleticism. Her posture suggested someone who was comfortable taking charge.

She’s a "top," he thought, the realization sparking a flicker of excitement. Not a "bottom. I bet she runs that other chick ragged, he thought.

Dave’s mind wandered to the possibilities, his attraction to Lacey intensifying. He imagined her hands on him, yielding to him, a little fearful of his big cock. He wanted to feel her shudder, and he fantasized about being the one to show her the pleasures of a man’s body, to make her forget her preferences, to make her crave his long, fat cock.

The image of her in his mind, legs spread, her body arching in pleasure as he thrust into her, was almost overwhelming. He envisioned her moaning, her nails digging into his back, her breath hot against his ear as she surrendered to the sensation. The thought of dominating her, of making her enjoy plenty of hard cock, was a heady prospect.

"Well, Lacey," he said, standing and extending a hand. "It’s been a pleasure getting to know you. I think you’re going to be a great addition to the team."

She shook his hand, her grip firm. "Thank you, Dave. I’m looking forward to working with you. And… thank you for the conversation. It’s not every day I meet someone who can talk about ideas with such passion. You're more than I bargained for!"

Dave smiled, his eyes holding hers for a moment longer than necessary. "Anytime. And who knows? Maybe we should have more conversations like this."

As Lacey left the office, Dave sat back down, his mind still racing. She was a looker. That was for certain. And he wanted to fuck her hard, and that was just as certain.

Over the next few months, Dave’s relationship with Lacey grew professionally and personally. Lacey proved to be an asset to the team. Her sharp analytical skills and no-nonsense approach to work quickly earned her respect, and she led her teams with firmness and finesse. Meanwhile, Dave found himself increasingly drawn to her, not just physically, but intellectually as well. Her curiosity about the new intellectual world that he offered her and her willingness to learn from him were more intoxicating than any perfume could ever be.

Despite her lesbianism, Lacey made occasional overtures, hinting at a curiosity about Dave’s private life. He noticed her glancing at his crotch, her eyes lingering a little too long on his biceps, and the way she leaned in when he talked about his weekends. The tension between them was palpable.

Dave remained reserved, however, playing his cards close to his chest. He knew that pushing too hard, too fast, could ruin the delicate dance they had started. Instead, he bided his time, dropping subtle hints about the strength of his sexual appetites, hoping to stoke her interest.

One evening, after a particularly successful team meeting, Lacey lingered in the office, her eyes lingering on Dave as he packed up his things. She approached him, her stride deliberate and measured. "Dave, I know we've talked about a lot of things, but I have to admit, I’m curious about one aspect of your life in particular."

He looked up, his heart racing. "Oh?"                                                             

"You're obviously quite experienced with women. I’ve been with men, but not that much. Hell, I was married, but it was incomplete. And I’m wondering if you could... show me how to give myself," Her voice was soft, almost tentative.

Dave felt his cock stir in his pants. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "Show you what, Lacey?"

Her cheeks flushed slightly. "How it’s done. With a man. What it would be like to really surrender myself to a man. Truly, deeply, madly."

He considered her for a moment, his mind racing. Then, with a slow nod, he said, "Alright."

The tension grew taut as they stood there, the silence between them crackling with potential. Finally, Dave stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her jaw. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.

"Lacey," he murmured, "you don’t know what you’re asking for."

Her voice was a whisper. "I know enough."

“You do have to be careful, Lacey,” Dave warned. “Flaubert’s most famous character, before she eventually destroyed herself, saw in her imagination that love will destroy a person’s will, and sweep the whole heart into the abyss. And I don’t think he was talking about puppy love, baby doll. I think he was talking about the kind of love we are about to have.”

“Dave…”

“Lacey…”

“Oh, Dave…”

 “Lacey…”
With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist. His lips found hers, and she melted into the kiss, her mouth opening to him, her tongue tentatively exploring. It was clear she was inexperienced with men, but she was eager to learn, to feel, to experience. Dave knew in his heart that he was going to nail her hard!                            

As the kiss deepened, Dave’s hand slid down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. He could feel the muscles tense beneath his touch, and he knew she was feeling a rush of desire similar to his own. His cock was rock hard.

Breaking the kiss, he led her to the office couch, his hand never leaving her body. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. His hands moved to her breasts, feeling the softness through her shirt. She gasped as he thumbed her nipples, her hips instinctively moving against his growing erection.

He leaned in to nibble at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Lacey’s head fell back. A moan escaped her lips. "Dave," she breathed, "I want you to fuck me. Show me what it’s like to give myself to a real man."

"Lacey, you've been a 'top.' You won't be a 'top' with me,” he warned. Her raw hunger made his cock throb. He stood up, lifting her with ease, and carried her to the desk, setting her down gently. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her, his eyes rolling over her body. "You’re sure about this? Do you thing you can be a good and sweet little 'bottom?" he asked.

Her only answer was to unbutton her shirt, revealing a black lace bra that matched her thong. She slid her shirt off.

The sight of her bare skin made Dave’s cock throb with anticipation. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her bra, his fingertips brushing against the firm mounds of her breasts. Lacey's eyes never left his as she unclasped the garment, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts were beautiful, perfectly proportioned with dark, erect nipples that begged to be tasted. Dave bent his head to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving to capture a nipple in his mouth. She gasped, her hand moving to the back of his head to hold him closer. He sucked her neck hard, feeling her body respond. Finally, he said, "You have to pledge yourself to me, Lacey, body and soul. You have to pledge your holes to me, baby girl."

Lacey looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and fear. "I do, Dave," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I pledge myself to you. My mouth, my pussy, my ass—they’re all yours. I want you to be my man. I want to be your baby, baby. I've never needed anyone this way. I don't even like men usually, but it's different with you. I want to give you everything."

With those words, Dave knew she was his. He stepped closer, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, massive and thick, pointing straight at her. Lacey's eyes went wide with shock. She had never seen a cock so large, not in her wildest dreams.

Dave took his shirt off, revealing his gym-sculpted chest and abs. He was a man in his prime, and Lacey couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by his raw masculinity. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her thigh, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs.

Without a word, he bent her over the executive mahogany desk, her breasts pressing against the cool wood. He stepped behind her, his hand reaching around to stroke her pussy, finding it slick and ready. His fingers slipped in easily, and she moaned with the sudden intrusion. He knew she was tight, that she wouldn’t be able to take all of him, but he was determined to make her beg for all of it.

He then pulled her down to her knees. He leaned in, whispering, "Open your mouth, baby girl."

Lacey obeyed, her eyes watering as she felt the tip of his cock press against her lips. She had never been with a man like this, and she was terrified. But she had made her pledge, and she was going to keep it.

He pushed in, and she gagged, her throat tightening around his shaft. Drool fell from her mouth, and she choked, her eyes streaming with tears. He held her head firmly, guiding her, showing her how to take him deep. She spat and choked, her eyes bulging as she struggled to handle his size.

But she took it, her body adjusting to the invasion, her throat learning to accommodate his massive length. He watched with rapt attention as she took more and more of him, her eyes watering and her nose running. It was a beautiful sight, this powerful woman, so accustomed to command of her girlfriend, brought to her knees by his cock.

When he was finally satisfied with her mouth, he pulled out, her throat making a wet, slurping noise as he did. He stepped back, admiring the mess she had made, the way her makeup was smeared and her hair disheveled.

"Now," he said, his voice thick with lust, "it's time for you to learn about a real man."

He pushed into her pussy, and she barely stifled a scream, the pain of his entry mixing with deep-seated need. She was so tight, so untouched, that he had to work to get past her entrance. But he was relentless, pushing deeper and deeper until he was more than halfway in. She looked wonderful, like a butterfly pinned to a spreading board.

Her body writhed as he began to pump into her. She whispered that it was like nothing she had ever felt before, the fullness of his cock stretching her open. She was more accustomed to women, with their gentle touches and small, soft breasts. This was different. This was animalistic and raw and overpowering.

Dave fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Despite the pain, she fiercely whispered, “You’re gonna make me come, baby! Oh shit! Fuck me hard, Dave!” It was as if her body had been waiting for this all her life, waiting for a man to claim her, to show her what she had been missing.

And then, without warning, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He stepped back and grabbed her hips, spinning her around. "Ready for the grand finale, Lacey?"

Lacey nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But she was also more turned on than she had ever been in her life.

He positioned himself at her ass, his cock poised at her tight, untouched entrance. "This is it, baby. This is where I claim you for good. This is what marks you for life," he whispered hotly.

With one swift motion, he pushed in, and she screamed. The pain was unbearable, but she took it, her body trembling with the effort. He was so thick, so long, that she couldn’t believe she was taking all of him. “Don’t kill me, Dave. Don’t hurt me, baby!” she pleaded. But she did take it all, her asshole stretching to its physical limit to accommodate his girth. It was like being fucked by a relentless telephone pole. She pleaded and grunted and cried. And, through her tears, she called out for more!

Dave was on fire as he watched his cock disappear into her tight ass, her cheeks clenching around him with every thrust. He could see her agony and her delight mixing on her face, the way she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming too loud. She looked like a naughty angel. He knew he was pushing her limits, but she had asked for this, begged for it even. He was going to give this bitch what she needed, what she craved, what she had been missing all along.

His strokes grew even more powerful and demanding. He could feel her tightening around him, her body fighting the ultimate home invasion. He reached around to stroke her clit, his thumb circling the swollen bud as he pounded into her. Lacey's moans grew louder, more frantic, as she approached the brink.

The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of sex thick in the air. Lacey’s cries grew wilder, her voice hoarse from the strain of stifling obscenities that she had never imagined would pass her lips. She felt like she was going to split in two, but the orgasm was building, growing larger and more intense with every stroke.

And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening around his cock as she came, her pussy spasming around his thumb. She screamed his name, her voice echoing off the walls of the office.

Dave’s rhythm grew erratic, his own climax approaching. He watched as her ass swallowed his cock, her cheeks red and bruised from his grip. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was fighting to stay with him.

With a roar, he slammed into her one final time, his cock exploding deep inside her ass. He filled her with his cum, his seed spilling into her, marking her as his. He had fully claimed her. Lacey's body went limp, her head pressed against the desktop, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He leaned over her, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside her. "Welcome to the stretched-out-asshole club, baby girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a keeper."

For a few moments, they remained in that position, their bodies entwined, the only sound their heavy breathing. Then, with a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, Dave pulled out, his cock slipping from her ass with a salacious sound. He helped her to her feet, holding her as she wobbled, her legs barely able to support her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, with genuine concern in his voice.

Lacey looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "I think so," she managed to say. "That was so fucking intense, baby!"

Dave chuckled, pulling her into a kiss. "Good intense or bad intense?"

"Good intense," she murmured, her hand reaching down to caress his still-hard cock. "Very, very good and wonderful and awesome intense! And my ass is gonna be aching for a while!”

Their kisses grew more passionate, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the three-hole fucking she had endured. When your ass aches, no matter where you are, think of me and my cock," Dave ordered. Then he picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the couch. He laid her down gently, his hands tracing the curves of her body, memorizing every inch of her. "You're mine now," he whispered. "All of you.”

Lacey nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I know," she said softly. "And I want to be."