‘Suck on me, darling,’ Sam commanded. Madeleine felt herself obeying, closing her lips tightly around his silken stiffness and using her tongue along the length of his shaft. ‘That’s it,’ he groaned, his eyes closing as he gasped with sudden pleasure. ‘Fuck yes, oh fuck damn! Harder!’
When Madeleine starts a new job, she doesn’t expect the men of the company to be able to mind control her…
The Peachtree Diaries: Chapter 5
[The Peachtree Diaries contains hard non-consent erotica, workplace submission and female degradation. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here]
‘Suck on me, darling,’ Sam commanded.
Madeleine felt herself obeying, closing her lips tightly around his silken stiffness and using her tongue along the length of his shaft. ‘That’s it,’ he groaned, his eyes closing as he gasped with sudden pleasure. ‘Fuck yes, oh fuck damn! Harder, you bitch!’
He kept fucking her mouth as she sucked harder. Soon he shifted his hands to his belt to use it like a harness to pull her onto him again and again in time with his thrusting hips. Madelene choked once and then again as he pushed himself carelessly against the back of her mouth.
‘I’m going to cum right down your throat,’ he sneered, his voice seeming slurred with his intense need. ‘Then you’ll get me hard again, like a good little whore, so I can use your fuckhole.’
I won’t, Madeleine thought rebelliously, but it was a useless thought. Unless the mind control he had over her stopped working, she knew she was going to do everything he told her to do.
Horrifyingly, she realised she was getting wet inside her panties from the feeling of his dick in her mouth. She had actually always liked giving blowjobs to men, and she realised that her body was unfortunately enjoying the sensation of not being in control of the speed or the depth.
Her lips were enjoying the hardness of his erection, and she felt herself growing wetter at the thought of that same silken, hardness driving into her cunt.
Sam was fucking her face harder and faster now, grunting in time as his hips thrust into her mouth again and again, his eyes nearly shut.
‘Fucking whore,’ he groaned, his words slurring again. ‘I’ll teach you to deny yourself to men. I’ll teach you.’
Then he was cumming, exploding in her mouth right against the top of her throat. Madeleine choked and half-screamed in shock as he rammed himself against her gag reflex again. Then she swallowed, instinctively to get his sticky, hot cum out of her mouth. She felt his cum slipping easily down her throat and she wanted to cry as his hands slid back into her hair, controlling her head.
‘That’s it, darling,’ Sam groaned again, his dick still deep in Madeleine’s mouth. ‘Fuck. That’s how you please a man. That’s why you’re here. That’s what Mrs Lavish and the bosses upstairs want from you. And you can’t say ‘no’ anymore.’
In some puzzled part of her brain, Madeleine wondered why she felt so aroused at the thought. Sam tasted good in her mouth – rich and musky – and her body revelled at the growing resistance against her lips. He was getting stiff again. Soon, she would feel him inside her, pumping into her, filling her, stretching her….
She forced her brain away from her body’s arousal but it was hard to do. Vaguely, she wondered how this job had gone so wrong. And from everything Sam and the other men had said, the other Harrowville women were going to experience the same thing.
They can’t do that to us, she thought desperately as Sam sneered down at her, taking a sip of the coffee he had brought into the office with him.
‘Lick me,’ he said, his words an order. ‘Get me hard again, whore.’
As Madeleine started to lick him, it was almost as though Sam had read her mind.
‘We’ll be breaking all you Harrowville sluts,’ he sneered. ‘That’s why Mrs Lavish and the bosses go after stupid man-hating companies like yours. She wants to see all of you on your hands and knees, a bun in your oven and a man’s dick up your backside.’
You can’t, Madeleine thought desperately again, hating the sense of pleasure her mouth was getting as Sam stiffened again, a trickle of rich-tasting precum running across her tongue and down her throat each time she swallowed. We’re people. She had known that Peachtree had a bad reputation but she didn’t think anyone even knew about this.
‘Pull your skirt up, darling,’ Sam grunted at her. ‘And get your panties off. You know where this big dick of mine is going next, don’t you?’ he sneered unpleasantly, humping her face with his hips again so that she almost choked.
Madeleine felt tears sliding down her face as she struggled to pull her skirt up around her hips, while still licking and sucking on Sam’s erection in her mouth. Seeming to sense her difficulty, he started to fuck her face again sadistically, deliberately making it harder for her.
‘Faster, you bitch!’ he grunted. ‘Or I’ll ram my cock right down your stupid throat.’
He matched his actions to his words, pulling Madeleine’s mouth sharply onto him and almost pushing into her throat as she gagged. She was able to get her breathing under control again, but she knew her face was messy with tears. She wanted to cry for real as she pushed her panties down off her hips, feeling suddenly exposed and far too vulnerable.
He’s going to fuck me, she thought helplessly, and I can’t do anything about it. And gods, I’m so aroused, I even want it.
Once again, Sam seemed to read her mind. He had pulled her head off his cock with his grip in her hair and dragged her across to the couch, pulling physically her up onto it before shoving her backwards so that she half-fell, sprawled, across the soft cushions.
‘Get your legs open,’ he snapped, ‘and be quick about it!’
Madeleine scrambled to obey, still forced to comply with his every command. He moved above her, his stiff shaft hanging above her, his leering eyes taking in her scared, vulnerable body beneath him.
‘I love taking the new sluts,’ he sneered and Madeleine whimpered as she saw more precum streaming from him as his own words clearly aroused him further. ‘I’m going to break you open, sweetheart. Beg me for it! Go on, plead. Tell me you want my dick in your hole, teaching you a lesson.’
‘Please,’ Madeleine whimpered. After being forced into silence, the words felt weird, alien in her mouth. ‘Please fuck me. I want…’ With a mammoth effort of will, she forced herself to pause, trying to break the mind control and stop herself saying the next words, but it was no good. ‘I want your dick in my hole, teaching me a lesson,’ she gasped, hating the light that flared in Sam’s eyes.
Horribly, she realised it was even true. She did want him inside her – her cunt felt like a wet, desperate, empty hole, begging her for sensation. Her inner thighs were desperate to close around his hips and thighs, she wanted to arch her back and give him all of her.
What is wrong with me? she wondered.
‘See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ Sam sneered at her again. ‘I’m going to fuck you hard, darling. You’ll remember me even after you’ve had twenty men inside you every day for a month.’
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Chapter 6 of ‘The Peachtree Diaries’ is here.
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