The Peachtree Diaries – Pixie Isobella

The Peachtree Diaries: 12

The man started to grope both of Madeleine’s breasts as they hung in the air, stroking and squeezing the big globes. ‘What’s her name?’ he asked. ‘I dunno yet,’ Mr Cole grunted. ‘Tits? Fuckhole? Stupid slut?’ He laughed, stabbing himself vindictively into Madeleine so that she almost shrieked. ‘I haven’t picked a name for her…
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‘You’ll get your uniform tomorrow,’ Mr Cole grunted. He laid a lazy hand on the back of Madeleine’s head, guiding her slowly up and down his cock. ‘You can wear your current attire for now. Some of the blokes will laugh at you,’ he chuckled, ‘but don’t mind them. As long as they can see…
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‘I love being at Peachtree,’ Madeleine continued, ‘because you have taught me my true role and purpose — to serve my natural masters on my knees and with my legs spread. I’m glad…’ she continued, unable to stop. ‘I’m glad to keep my tits bare for your pleasure, I know my masters prefer me this…
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‘Fuck,’ Riley groaned. ‘Damn straight, this is the life.’ He laughed out loud, before winking at Madeleine as if everything was a huge joke. ‘You hate me now, darling, but you’ll be begging me for this dick in a few months,’ he promised. He started to ram himself into her, using his leverage against her…
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Madeleine felt like she was moving in a dream as Sam made her pick up the ‘letter’ he had forced her to write off the desk. ‘Give it to the man in the office upstairs opposite the lift,’ he said. ‘Or if you forget that order, any man upstairs will know where to direct you.…
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‘Tell me you’re happy I’m fucking you today,’ Sam grunted, his words an order. ‘I’m happy you’re fucking me today,’ Madeleine whispered as their bodies moved together, her legs wide and her hips tilted so that he could fully access her. ‘I know you are,’ Sam smirked, a mean grin on his face. ‘Or at…
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‘I want your dick in my hole, teaching me a lesson,’ Madeleine gasped… ‘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…’
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‘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…
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I belong on my back, Madeleine wrote, the pen she was holding seemingly forming the words of its own accord, even as she begged her fingers to stop obeying Sam. With a man’s dick inside me, she finished, feeling ill as she looked down over the words. ‘I love being at Peachtree,’ Sam dictated. Because…
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Madeleine had been working at the Peachtree Foundation for at least three weeks before she realised she had been brainwashed. By then, of course, it was too late… The Peachtree Diaries is a non-consensual office erotica with female submission to male co-workers, degradation and mind control.
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