Pixie Isobella

Mr Phillips smiled at me as he waved the dildo in my face. ‘Open up, girl,’ he smirked. ‘Get those lips open for me.’

My eyes widened as I saw he was going to feed the dildo into my mouth, and I begged him wordlessly not to. He ignored me, of course, and soon I felt the dildo against my lips, sliding into my mouth, hard and uncomfortable and tasting like my sex.

‘That’s a good hole,’ he sniggered. ‘Just store that for me there, won’t you?’

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I’m moving house, which is why my story releases have been irregular recently. It’ll be over soon and I’m looking forward to being settled into the new place and able to properly write again!

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Molly’s Cage is actually scheduled for release next month!! I’m very excited and I hope you are too! (Edit: Molly’s Cage is now available for purchase on All These Roadworks! Please grab your copy today)

Molly’s Cage: Chapter 22

Molly’s Cage is femsub maledom office erotica with non-consent, discipline, chastity belts, lactation and impregnation themes. Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.

‘That’s a good hole,’ Mr Phillips sniggered as I choked on the dildo in my mouth. ‘Just store that for me there, won’t you?’

I swallowed hard, begging him with my eyes. I wasn’t sure anymore what I was begging for. I didn’t like this crude man, and I didn’t want to be alone with him. I knew he was going to fuck me, and — even worse — I knew it would feel incredible.

I wanted sex so badly, it seemed that it didn’t even matter who the man was.

Mr Phillips was loosening his clothing, his hands down past his waist, and I knew he was getting his cock out. I swallowed again, feeling vulnerable and scared. It felt so wanton and wrong to be half naked in the office photocopier room, waiting for one of my bosses to fuck me in the corridor.

‘Hunter said you’re on birth control,’ the man smirked down at me. I couldn’t see his groin but I could tell he was stroking his erection. He was getting ready to put it inside me and I still didn’t know why I was letting these crude men fuck me.

‘Hunter said we should fuck you bare,’ he sniggered. ‘Like a cheap whore. He said you weren’t worth much, we might as well dump our seed inside you. He said it would teach you a lesson.’

I whimpered in humiliation, wanting to answer, wanting to tell him that he was wrong, but I couldn’t because that was when he stepped right close to me and I felt his hands on my waist. He hoisted me physically up off the floor without preamble and I shrieked without thinking, before choking and gasping around the dildo in my mouth.

Mr Phillips ignored me. ‘Legs apart, bitch,’ he said against my face, his voice rough and heavy. ‘Open up. I’m going to skewer you.’

I felt insanely vulnerable but I lifted my knees and I spread my legs as best I could in the air, sandwiched hard in between his firm bulk and the wall. He shoved me up higher, lowering his hands down to around my butt. I closed my legs for safety around his hips, knowing that in doing so I was only facilitating his better access to my pussy.

I moaned again in fear. Oh gods, it was happening, it was going to happen now.

Mr Phillips’ eyes were shut, a slight smile across his lips, as he probed with his erection at my pussy. I whimpered helplessly with a mixture of need and fear as I felt his hard dick sliding against me for the first time. His skin was hot and his cock felt alien, intrusive.

It’s going inside me, I thought again, wondering all over again why I was letting this happen.

‘Stupid slut,’ Mr Phillips grunted into my ear, using his superior strength to manipulate me so that I was in the right spot for him to penetrate. ‘Walking around with this wet hole between your legs all day. You’ve been begging for it, haven’t you, girl?’

He didn’t seem to need an answer, which was lucky. He was rubbing the hard tip of his erection up and down through my wetness, teasing himself against my body, making needy grunts under his breath in time with his movement. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him inside me, and I moaned with sheer anticipation and need as I felt him angling himself against my entrance. He pushed inside me without delay, groaning in triumph as I stretched around him, taking him easily as he slid into me.

‘Oh fuck yes,’ Mr Phillips groaned as he pushed into my cunt, holding me firmly against the wall so that I didn’t have any control over anything. He was thick and hard and he pulled me down onto him so that he filled me almost immediately, filling me. I gasped at the sensation, feeling skewered by this man who was holding me against the wall.

‘That’s it, girl,’ he moaned once he was inside me. ‘I bet you like that, don’t you? I heard you like it against the wall.’

I flushed miserably at his reference to Mr Baldwin fucking me. He started to grind against me, thrusting his shaft upwards into me with sharp jabs driven from his hips. He held me cruelly still and I was forced to feel all of him, yelping with the strong sensations each time he stabbed himself against my deep inner wall.

Mr Phillips was not at all concerned with my pleasure but my body still enjoyed the sex. It didn’t take long before he was thrusting harder and faster into me, and then, all too soon, he ejaculated into me with a groan of pleasure.

Thinking of how Mr Baldwin had had a ‘quickie’ inside me, I thought it would all be over then but Mr Phillips didn’t let me down. He held me tightly against the wall, his still hard cock buried deeply inside me. He didn’t speak to me, and I stayed silent, wondering when he would let me down, as my pussy clenched again and again around his shaft. I thought of his sticky cum settling into me and I flushed with embarrassment — I could not believe I was doing this.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned once into the air, his eyes shut, and I felt his body stiffen as he orgasmed again, an aftershock inside me.

Even after cumming twice, Mr Phillips’ cock was a stiff rod inside me, almost stiffer and thicker than when I first felt him enter me. I felt ridiculous up against the wall, the dildo still inside my mouth. I knew being fucked against the wall by my bosses was wrong but I didn’t know how to extricate myself from the situation.

Eventually, he opened his eyes, meeting my wide ones with a smile.

‘You look ridiculous,’ he smirked, and I blushed red hot. He chuckled, a mean laugh. ‘If you were mine, I’d probably just pull a pillowcase over your head while I fucked you. You’re pretty enough but I don’t need to see your face to enjoy you.’ He laughed again, starting to grind himself lazily into me while still holding me suspended against the wall. ‘Get your tits out, girl. I haven’t seen them yet.’

I felt as though I should stop obeying him but instead I started to fumble with the buttons on my blouse. Mr Phillips lost patience with me anyway after two failed tries at undoing the buttons and I shrieked in shock as he pushed my hands away to rip at my shirt.

‘Get them out already,’ he snapped, pulling my blouse apart with another rip of buttons. He pulled my bra roughly off my shoulders and my breasts spilled into the space between us, naked and trickling milk. ‘Heh,’ he said, smirking at me. ‘Let’s have a taste shall we?’

I moaned in embarrassment as he pulled one of my breasts roughly up to his mouth, manipulating my body without much regard for my comfort. Soon he was suckling strongly on one of my breasts. I moaned in mortification as I felt both my milk flowing hotly into his mouth and my pussy pulsing in desperate need around him.

Mr Phillips drank from both my breasts while he held me awkwardly up against the wall, pinned between his bulk and the wall, his hard erection grinding lazily into me from below. When he finally let me down, it was only to spin me around and push me forward across the open photocopier. My feet didn’t quite touch the ground like this and I gasped at the feeling as I felt him probing again at my entrance from behind.

He groaned long and hard, and then he was sliding back into me, filling me again. With me bent forward over the photocopier, he had full control over angle and depth, and he used it to his best advantage, starting to fuck me harder and harder, ramming himself into me carelessly, brutally, seeking his third orgasm.

‘Shut your eyes, love,’ he said once, his voice hoarse. ‘I want a photo.’ I obeyed, not knowing what he meant, then I moaned in shock and humiliation as I felt the photocopier take a photo of my breasts, squashed down onto the glass. ‘Heh,’ he chuckled. ‘Silly slut.’

Then he was hammering himself into me, faster and faster, ramming me bodily against the photocopier, until I heard him cum again inside me with a guttural groan.

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