‘What did you think I was here for?’ Mr Baldwin asked, an amused sound in his voice again. ‘The pleasure of your company? Hunter said you were ready for a man inside you. Get your hands up here on my shaft and start giving me a good time.’
Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
Molly’s Cage: Chapter 18
[Femsub maledom office erotica with non-consent, discipline, chastity belts and lactation]
‘Hunter said you were ready for a man inside you,’ Mr Baldwin snapped at me. ‘Get your hands up here on my shaft and start giving me a good time.’
I flushed again but I moved to obey him, tears hot in my eyes at the humiliation of being ordered to please a man I didn’t really know. I didn’t know what I wanted. Well, I did, actually. I wanted Mr Hunter to fuck me himself and I was humiliated that he was giving me away to Mr Baldwin.
I couldn’t admit to myself that if I couldn’t have Mr Hunter, actually, any man would do. Mr Baldwin’s member was satisfyingly long and thick in my hands, and I knew he would be inside me soon. I was scared but I also couldn’t wait.
Some part of me — the part of me that was still a junior lawyer employed in this law firm — found it fundamentally wrong that I was kneeling at one of my bosses’ feet, my breasts bare, my hands on his naked shaft. But another part of me was loving the feeling of the silken skin of his cock against my palms and fingers.
I found myself taking pride in how strangely good I was at this. I found myself instinctively knowing what would please Mr Baldwin, as I teased the tip of his shaft with delicate fingers, rubbing the slippery precum that ran liberally from him into his ever-growing hardness. He was groaning with passion, his head leaning back against the cushions and his eyes shut as I clenched my hands around his shaft, using my hands to ride him as if they were a cunt.
I thought he might actually cum over my hands but eventually Mr Baldwin opened his eyes and I flushed as he met mine for the first time.
‘You were born to be a slut,’ he said roughly. ‘Stand up. It’s time to replace that dildo inside you with a man’s rod.’
I let go of his cock reluctantly as I stood, my feet bursting into pins and needles from how long I had been kneeling. Mr Hunter removed the chastity belt without ceremony and I flushed hotly, blushing bright red as he pushed his hand between my legs to pull the wet dildo out of me. He waved the dildo in the air between me and Mr Baldwin.
‘Look how wet the slut is,’ he said, his voice a mixture of reproof and delight. ‘She’ll give you a good time, Baldwin.’
Without the chastity belt, I felt suddenly so vulnerable. I had no panties on and my skirt was hoisted up around my waist. Combined with my open blouse and my breasts pulled free of my bra, I felt wanton and exposed. I knew every part of my body was available for Mr Baldwin to touch and use if he wanted to. I think with my clothes disarranged like this, I felt even more exposed than if I had been naked.
Mr Baldwin looked briefly at his wristwatch and then met Mr Hunter’s eyes.
‘It’s later than I thought. Damn. It’ll have to be a quickie tonight, I’m afraid.’
‘That’s fine,’ said Mr Hunter sauvely, dropping the chastity belt and still-wet dildo on a spare chair. ‘Molly isn’t going anywhere. And she needs to learn to accommodate the needs of the men who want her. Don’t you, Molly?’
I flushed, biting my lip. How could I answer that? How had I even gotten here, dishevelled and half-naked in my boss’ office, ready for his friend to fuck me?
‘I…’ I said, breaking off as I literally had no idea what to say. I felt so awkward and embarrassed, standing here semi-naked, looking at Mr Baldwin’s large erection that he was stroking, his eyes drinking in the sight of my body.
‘Don’t you, Molly?’ Mr Hunter asked again, his voice stern with reproof.
‘Y-yes, Sir,’ I said, flushing at being forced to say ‘yes’ to that. ‘I do, Sir. I guess.’
I stepped back as Mr Baldwin pushed himself to his feet, his stiff erection hanging in the air between us. Oh fuck, this was really happening. Suddenly, his dick looked huge as it rose gently from his groin, a thick stream of precum falling down through the air.
‘I’ll just do the bitch against the wall, if you don’t mind, Hunter?’ Mr Baldwin said, his voice rough.
He hardly waited for Mr Hunter’s assent, before I gasped as he placed the palm of his hand across my throat, walking me backwards across to towards the wall. I don’t want to be fucked against the wall, I thought. Like a cheap toy. But I went with him, and let him hoist me up onto the windowsill that jutted up against the bookcase.
The curtains were shut, of course, and I had a suddenly clear view out across Mr Hunter’s office — the suave and sophisticated office of a law partner in the biggest firm in town, every part of the office classy and professional except for the semi-naked slut about to be fucked against the wall.
‘You ready for me, Molly, my girl?’ Mr Baldwin asked, his voice husky. His eyes met mine, his hands on my hips and waist. I nodded tremulously, wondering what in fuck I was doing. ‘Good girl,’ he murmured, lowering his lips to mine.
He kissed me, softly at first, using his tongue to lever open my mouth, then holding my body tightly against his as he drove his tongue deep into my mouth. Every word that Mr Hunter had ever said to me seemed to flood back through me.
You’re such a slut, Molly. You know your job is to please men, don’t you?
You belong with a man’s hard rod right up inside that slutty hole of yours. Don’t you?
Yes, I whimpered silently to myself as Mr Baldwin kissed me hard.
Chapter 19 of Molly’s Cage is here.
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