Office – Page 2 – Pixie Isobella

Molly’s Cage: 25

‘Where do you want me to fuck you then, Molly?’ my boss asked, still sounding amused. ‘In your front garden? In your lounge room? Across the kitchen counter?’
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The Peachtree Diaries: 4

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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The Peachtree Diaries: 3

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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The Peachtree Diaries: 1 & 2

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 new office erotica with female submission to male co-workers, degradation and mind control.
Read more: The Peachtree Diaries: 1 & 2
New novel – Molly’s Promise!

My new novel, Molly’s Promise, is now available! From lawyer to office slut – and beyond! Molly’s adventures continue with new degradations and a new program of intensive slut training.
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Molly’s Cage: 23

‘Shut your eyes, love,’ Mr Phillips said, his voice hoarse. ‘I want a photo.’ 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…
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Molly’s Cage: 22

Mr Phillips smiled 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. ‘That’s a good hole,’ he sniggered. ‘Just store that for me there, won’t you?’
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Molly’s Cage: 20

‘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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