Pixie Isobella

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. 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 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.

Molly’s Cage: Chapter 19

[Femsub maledom office erotica with non-consent, discipline, chastity belts and lactation]

Yes, I whimpered silently to myself as Mr Baldwin kissed me hard.

I could feel his cock, hot and hard, against my stomach. He’s going to fuck me bare, I thought, whimpering all over again at how exposed I felt.

He would be inside me, and I hardly even knew him. His thick, rigid, slightly reddish shaft, streaming precum, would be inside me. The very thought felt too intimate, too embarrassing.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, but I knew that nothing was stopping it now.

Mr Baldwin used his strength to hoist me higher, pushing me backwards on the windowsill until my back was up against the junction of the glass and the window frame. He grunted in satisfaction as my legs parted wider, and then I yelped in actual shock as I felt his erection rubbing up and down through my wetness, up through my labia and across my mound.

I remembered all over again that he was going to fuck me bare and I whimpered at how vulnerable and scared I felt. My parents had always taught me that intercourse should be something special, and school had emphasised over and over again the importance of condoms, and here I was letting some man I didn’t even know fuck me naked.

‘Fuck,’ Mr Baldwin groaned into my mouth. ‘Kiss me harder, you little slut. I’m going to bury myself into you.’

I surprised myself for how strongly I was writhing against him, enjoying the feeling of his hands controlling my hips. I kissed him harder, opening my mouth to him, as if our bodies were merging to become one person. He kissed me hard until I felt as though his tongue was actually going to slide right down my throat. Then I gasped to feel him prodding against my entrance.

Oh fuck, this was actually happening. I was letting my boss’ friend hump me against the wall in his office as if I was a two-dollar toy.

There was a long moment when time seemed to stand still. Then Mr Baldwin growled into my mouth and drove himself hard against my entrance. He slid straight into me, making me yelp as he stretched me. He was bigger than the dildo and I gasped in shock. His shaft was thick and I hadn’t felt a man inside me for months now, not since my last boyfriend.

‘Yeah,’ he grunted, using his hips to push himself deeper into me so that my eyes widened. ‘Take it. Take it all, you slut.’

I screamed as his thick rod rammed into my deep inner wall. I was trapped between him and the wall, and he was demanding, pulling out slightly only to immediately ram himself back into me.

‘Yeah,’ he grunted again, as I screamed, half in shock, half in pleasure. ‘This is where you belong. With a man’s dick inside you. This is why you have a hole. Isn’t it, girl?’

Thankfully, there was no requirement for me to answer. I blushed with humiliation, and I moaned again and again, as Mr Baldwin thrust uncaringly into me, forcing me to take all of him, on his terms. My body struggled to keep up, clenching around him again and again, always a step behind as he fucked me roughly.

He said he only had time for a ‘quickie’, a degrading term that had made me blush. He didn’t fuck me for long but it was hard and rough and all-consuming.

I felt like a masturbation aid in the end, a warm, tight sheath designed to be used and abused for pleasure. The window frame was hard against my back and Mr Baldwin’s hands held me in place for his cock as he sped up, thrusting into me almost mindlessly. His body was hot and hard against mine, and I knew that right now, for him, nothing mattered except his approaching orgasm. I could have been a cheap piece of plastic, and he wouldn’t have even noticed.

He groaned loudly, roughly, as he ejaculated inside me, and I shrieked in response. Oh gods, he had cum inside me. His juices were inside me. I had never let a man do that before, not even with my longest boyfriend.

I met Mr Baldwin’s eyes eventually when his eyes finally opened. He was still inside me, his hands still holding me in place, but he was softening. His breath was slowing too, and he stroked the side of my face.

It felt shockingly intimate and I flushed to know that I had just had sex with this man. I had given pleasure to this man, and his seed was drifting inside me. It would still be inside me tomorrow when I woke, and I blushed hotly with embarrassment.

‘That’s a good girl, Molly,’ Mr Baldwin said finally. ‘Very good.’

I blushed even hotter at his words. It was so embarrassing to be told I was a good girl for fucking a senior partner at my work. I was caught in a place of deep embarrassment, wishing I could extract myself, and then I gasped as he pulled himself out of me in one movement. He set me back down on my feet and I leaned against the wall for support as he started to straighten his clothes.

‘She’s a good fuck,’ Mr Baldwin said, looking across the room at Mr Hunter as he tightened his belt and reached for his suit jacket. ‘Tight but welcoming. I’ll do her again later in the week, if I may? We’ve got the Carter negotiations coming up. I’ll need to let off some steam after that.’

I flushed in humiliation to hear his crude words. I wasn’t a toy. I wasn’t available for him to fuck when he felt like ‘letting off steam’. I wasn’t! Except that I had enjoyed the sex, and I knew part of me really wanted more and soon.

‘That’s what she’s for,’ said Mr Hunter softly as he walked across to stand beside me. ‘I’ve tried teaching her to be a good girl, but it didn’t really stick. It’s better like this.’ He met my eyes firmly. ‘This is what happens to sluts like you, Molly. Men push your legs apart and stick their dicks inside you. Say, ‘yes, Sir,’ to show that you’ve understood.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered, blushing hotly.

My pussy was wet and tender from Mr Baldwin’s rough use, and I hated that I loved the wanton feeling. His cum was floating around inside me somewhere and I felt bizarrely victorious. I had done that. I had given him that pleasure.

‘I gave you a chance to prove that you weren’t a slut,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice a mixture of admonition and patronage. ‘But you weren’t ever interested, were you? I can see that now. I’ll be getting more men from the firm to take you for a test drive, my girl. It’s good for you to learn what it’s like to be a slut. You need to know how men will treat you when they know they can just take you how and when they want.’

‘But I…’ I said, looking up at him.

I knew my eyes were wide from the remaining endorphins from the recent intercourse. I felt lost, I didn’t know how I was meant to navigate this path. Part of me thought I ought to re-establish my control over my own body, but also after months of being continually aroused and unsatisfied, the thought of fucking a series of faceless men from the firm made me flush with pleasure.

‘I get to say who fucks me,’ I said finally, wondering if I even wanted that. ‘It’s my choice.’

Mr Hunter just laughed down at me, as across the room Mr Baldwin let himself out of the office, closing the door with a click. He hadn’t said goodbye to me, and I felt a slow tear slide down my face at being so unimportant. He had penetrated me and cum inside me, but ultimately, I was just a quick fuck against the wall before he headed home for his evening. I knew that Mr Baldwin too was riding a high of endorphins right now, hazy and happy from his recent orgasm, and I flushed to know that even despite that, I wasn’t important to him.

‘Sluts don’t decide who fuck them, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said, his voice chastising me all over again for having said something silly. ‘You couldn’t be a good girl, so now you’ll just be a pleasure toy, darling. Available whenever a man wants you.’

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