‘Get your udders out,’ my boss said. ‘Don’t bother taking your shirt or bra off. We’re not making love, my girl. I’m teaching you a lesson.’ Mr Hunter just stood looking at me while I obeyed him, then he snapped his fingers at me. ‘Skirt up,’ he said. ‘Let’s get that cumhole of yours ready for my cock, shall we?’
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 26
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.
Mr Hunter snapped his fingers at me. ‘Skirt up,’ he said. ‘Let’s get that cumhole of yours all empty and ready for cock, shall we? ’
I was starting to hate my boss more than I ever had and I was wondering why I had spent so many nights lying awake fantasising about him. I wanted to shout at him to get out of my house, but I was also panting at the thought of finally feeling him inside me. Obediently, I pulled the hem of my skirt up around my waist. He unlocked the chastity belt like he had done so many times before to ‘inspect’ me every morning.
‘Good little slut,’ he murmured as I stepped out of the chastity belt. ‘Getting ready for your fucking.’
‘You’re so mean to me,’ I said, hating how whiny I sounded. ‘I hate you.’
Mr Hunter just laughed carelessly, clearly unconcerned about my over-emotional words. He flicked a finger across one of my nipples and I gasped in sudden need. My breasts were so sensitive these days, ever since I had started producing milk.
‘You don’t hate me, Molly,’ Mr Hunter said, grinning at me. ‘I doubt you’re capable of hating any man who’s about to fuck you. You’re excited that soon you’re going to feel me inside you, aren’t you? Grinding away inside that needy little hole of yours.’
‘Yes, sir,’ I whispered, embarrassed at being unable to lie to him about this.
I flushed hotly, wishing I could cover my breasts and pussy with my hands. It was true, I did want him to fuck me, there was no use denying it. My cunt felt like an empty blackhole, desperate and needy to be filled.
‘Phillips and Baldwin both gave you a good report card,’ Mr Hunter smiled easily at me, while I cringed in humiliation that he and the other men had talked about me like this. ‘So I’m looking forward to checking you out myself. Why don’t you lie back on the lounge while I get you ready? Nice and available for me.’
Feeling as though choices were slipping away from me, I lay back on my wide couch, watching Mr Hunter with wide eyes. It felt so oddly clinical to be lying down for him like this, to have sex with no foreplay or even kissing, and I remembered his words.
We’re not making love. I’m teaching you a lesson.
I shivered at the thought. This was so different from my experiences with my old boyfriends — casual make-out sessions that had led to sometimes rewarding and sometimes boring sex. Lying on my back, my skirt up around my waist, I suddenly felt so much more vulnerable and exposed as Mr Hunter stood over me. He noticed my trepidation, and he just chuckled, the same soft, careless laugh he always made.
‘Lying back and getting ready for men to penetrate you is all part of the job, Molly,’ he said easily, loosening his tie and cufflinks, rolling his shirt sleeves up. ‘Get your knees apart, girl. I’m going to be buried inside you there soon. You might as well show me what I’m getting.’
Hating him, but still wanting him so badly, I gingerly stepped my feet apart, letting my knees fall open. Oh gods, I felt so exposed and wanton like this. I was mostly naked — all the parts of me that counted were naked — and waiting for my boss to fuck me on my lounge. And he was being mean to me, which as always only made me more aroused.
Mr Hunter sat down on the arm of the couch, between my feet, stroking a negligent finger up my inner calf from my ankle. I shivered in sudden need, wondering what it was going to be like when he was on top of me, buried inside me, thrusting and grinding like Mr Phillips had done yesterday and earlier today.
They just treat me like a toy, I thought ruefully, still unclear why that turned me on so much.
‘I love how obedient you’ve grown,’ Mr Hunter said reflectively. ‘Look at you just lying here, like a good little slut. I remember how difficult you used to be. That was before your udders grew, of course. You’ve been much better since then. It must impact your ability to think clearly and rationally, having such large tits on the front of your body, leaking milk all the time.’
‘I don’t think so, sir,’ I said, forcing the words out past lips that felt numb. As Mr Hunter kept stroking my legs, his hand moving ever high up my inner legs, I wished he would just start fucking me already, instead of saying mean things to me.
‘No?’ Mr Hunter raised an eyebrow at me questioningly. ‘But you wouldn’t, of course.’
‘What are you waiting for?’ I asked suddenly. My whole body felt aflame with need, which his casual stroking of my leg only heightened. ‘Why don’t you start fucking me already?’
Mr Hunter laughed a sudden, low laugh, not looking at me. ‘You’re such a wanton slut, Molly. I’m not penetrating you yet,’ he said, meeting my eyes with a sadistic light in his own eyes. ‘I’m just thinking about how to best get you ready. I need to make it so that you don’t enjoy this too much.’
He sniggered softly, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh so that I gasped with need.
‘I don’t understand,’ I said, sounding petulant. I was wondering what held me on the couch, why I couldn’t just get up and walk away. Why did I have to keep choosing to obey him? ‘Why aren’t I allowed to enjoy it? That’s not fair.’
I was beyond being embarrassed to admit that I wanted him to fuck me, that I enjoyed sex.
‘Because,’ Mr Hunter said reflectively as his finger drifted back and forth across my pussy lips, teasingly, driving me crazy. ‘Because, I still have some hope I might persuade you to stop being such a slut, ridiculous as that may sound. And also, because I need you to learn that sex isn’t about you, Molly. If you’re going to be a slut, you need to learn that your role is to please whichever man is inside you.’
Mr Hunter’s fingers pushed through my labia, starting to play with the dildo, pushing it into me and pulling it out of me with the handle. It felt amazing and too vulnerable at the same time. He shrugged, a slight grin across his face.
‘Difficult as it may be to understand,’ he smiled, ‘your pleasure is irrelevant, Molly. If the man penetrating you has a good time, well,’ he shrugged as he casually pulled the dildo out of me in one movement so that I gasped in shock. ‘Well, then, that’s all that matters.’
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