A Bowl of Cherries

When Richard stepped into Molly's office he could tell that she had been crying.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I... I had to fire my best employee today."

"Why? What happened?"

"He was viewing porn on his computer and the company snitch reported him. He said that one of his friends sent him an email and he didn't know the picture was there until he opened it."

"That doesn't sound so bad. Did you believe him?"

"It doesn't matter, there is a zero tolerance policy. I had to do it."

"That sounds pretty stupid."

"It is - something like this was bound to happen eventually. Nick was such a great guy, before I was promoted we used to eat lunch together all the time. I miss him already."

"It must be especially tough to have to do that to a friend."

"I hate that ugly fucking cunt who turned him in. She's always out to cause trouble."

"You never told me you had a temper," Richard jested. "But I've never had to manage anyone so I can't even begin to imagine what you must be going through."

"It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I know it wasn't his fault but I got so mad at him for letting this happen. I was actually yelling at him when he left."

"You can't blame yourself, Molly."

"I know, but what makes me feel even worse is that having that kind of power over him turned me on. I wanted to make him beg me to keep his job. But there's a policy against that, too."

Richard glanced at the clock on Molly's desk. "I can understand if you want to cancel our dinner reservation."

"I guess we could just grab some take out on the way home. Chinese?"

While Richard called the restaurant Molly paced around her office and pulled the blind on her door as Richard began to get up.

"Not so fast", she commanded, keeping Richard in his chair with a hand on his shoulder.

"Take off your tie."

Richard complied and handed it to Molly, who blindfolded him with it as she whispered "play along" in his ear.

"If you want to continue to work here, you have to do as I say."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Call me 'boss.'"

"Do you know why you're in trouble?"

"I was looking at porn at work, boss."

"That's better. How often do you do that?"

Richard raised his hand. "This was the first time, I swear."

"Don't lie to me." Molly grabbed Richard's fingers and squeezed as hard as she could. "I know all about perverts like you. What were you watching?"

"I don't know," Richard honestly replied.

"Don't tell me you don't know. It was a naked woman sucking on her shoe. Does that ring a bell?"

"Uhh... I think it's coming back to me."

"That is so degrading to women. Does that type of thing get you horny?"

"No, not at all."

Molly grabbed Richard's crotch. He was rock hard. "Fucking liar! You do like it."

"Please don't fire me. I'll do whatever you want."

Molly took off her shoes and pressed the tip of her heel to Richard's lips. "Open your mouth."

Richard figured out what was happening and resisted, as the thought of a dirty shoe in his mouth did not appeal to him.

Molly applied pressure and forced it between his teeth.

"Now suck it. Suck it like it's your job - because it is."

Richard mumbles something that Molly doesn't understand.

"I didn't ask you to speak, I asked you to suck," she yelled, thrusting the black pump in and out of his mouth. "Get it nice and clean."

Richard gave in, grabbed the shoe, and made slurping noises as he took it in all the way up to the sole.

"Oh yeah, right there," Molly moaned as Richard licked the tip of the heel.

Molly reached underneath her skirt and fingered herself while Richard continued working on her shoe.

"That's enough." Molly replaced the heel with her wet fingers. "I think this is what you really want." Richard nodded as he licked them clean.

"There's more where that came from. Kneel."

Richard got up and knelt in front of Molly, who placed her left foot on the chair. Still blindfolded, he found his way to her pussy by scent.

Molly grabbed Richard's hair. "Now show me how badly you want to work here."

"You're the boss."

Richard could tell that Molly was enjoying this, as her cum dripped onto his face even before he started. She was so slippery that his tongue glided effortlessly from her clit to her lips to her pussy.

Molly continued with the role-playing, taunting Richard even though he was doing an excellent job. "Who taught you how to eat pussy, your mommy?"

Richard redoubled his efforts, flicking Molly's clit with his tongue. Molly squeezed his head between her thighs as she came. Then she removed the tie from Richard's eyes and wiped her juices from his face with it.

"Hey that was my favorite tie."

Molly removed her top and skirt and loosely tied it around her neck. "Now it's mine."

Molly cleared her desk with a sweep of her arm. "Do you want to fuck me? Let's see if you're man enough to fuck me." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a ruler, and ran her fingers up to the eight inch mark. "You have to be at least this big to ride."

Molly undid Richard's zipper and released his cock to measure it. She stood up and tousled his hair like a child at an amusement park. "Too bad, maybe next year."

Richard looked so pissed that Molly realized that she had geniuinely hurt his feelings, and conceded a bit.

"All right, but you're not allowed to come."

Molly sat on the edge of her desk, and stopped Richard as he attempted to penetrate her.

"Don't you believe in foreplay? Suck on my tits."

Richard did as he was told. He still didn't seem happy as Molly looked down at him.

"OK, it's time to earn your paycheck."

Molly leaned back on the desk and Richard entered her, still fully clothed. He was rough but she didn't complain because of what she put him through. Molly closed her eyes and rubbed her clit, imagining that it was Nick fucking her.

This got her off, and as her contractions subsided Molly noticed that Richard had stopped. She saw the look on his face as she opened her eyes and yelled "No!" But it is too late, her climax had triggered his own. Richard dribbled some cum on Molly's belly as he pulled out.

"What did I fucking tell you?"

"I... I couldn't help it!"

"Lick it off." Molly saw that the fire was back in Richard's eyes. Maybe she had gone too far.

"Never mind. Get dressed and get the fuck out, you're still fired."

Feeling a little better, Molly put her clothes back on and quickly checked her email before she met Richard by the elevators.

The next day, Molly decides to make things up to Richard. He had been silent as they ate their Singapore rice noodles, even though she apologized for the what she said to him and he said he understood it was just a game.

After work, Molly finds her slutty nurse costume from last Halloween. Richard doesn't get off until eight so Molly has some time to herself, and sits in her comfy chair with a magazine. Catching herself nodding off because none of the articles are very interesting, Molly decides to get going and pick up a coffee on the way. She puts on her full-length fur coat to cover up. Good thing it is chilly enough outside to wear it.

Molly arrives at the hospital a few minutes early and asks the receptionist to page Richard. Molly begins to sweat, the vinyl sticking to her skin. Richard finally shows up and greets Molly with a hug and passionate kiss. Turning so that Richard's back is to the wall, Molly opens her coat and asks Richard if he needs any assistance. His eyes widen.

"Come with me."

They duck into one of the examination rooms and Richard locks the door.

"Get up."

Molly hops onto the exam table while Richard raises the stirrups.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Molly points to her crotch. "I have strange feelings down there."

"Let's take a look."

Molly put her feet into the stirrups, revealing her bare pussy.

"Oh, my."

"What's wrong, doctor?"

"This is very serious. I'm glad you came when you did."

Molly winked at Richard. "But, doctor, I haven't come yet."

Richard puts his hands on Molly's thighs and slides them down to her pussy so he can spread her open with his thumbs.

"Just as I thought. We better get you prepped for surgery."

"What?"

"If you don't get fucked very soon you could die."

"Oh, I see."

Richard tells Molly to wait and leaves the room. Molly lowers her legs and kicks her feet. She hopes that this will erase any hard feelings that Richard had from last night.

Richard returns with a gurney. Molly lays on it and Richard makes sure her costume is covered by the sheet.

"Where are we going?"

"To the OR - I can't perform surgery here, silly."

"Are you sure we're allowed in there?"

"I pulled a few strings."

On her back Molly can't really tell where they were going but they eventually make it to an operating room. Molly slides from the gurney to the operating table. Richard places an anesthesia mask over her face.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry, play along," Richard whispers in her ear.

Molly hears Richard walking behind her, then a door opening. Suddenly, Richard reappears, along with three others in masks and gowns. She tries to jump off the table but she can't move.

Richard sees the fear in Molly's eyes as he picks up a scalpel. "Relax, honey. I could do whatever I want to you. Nobody knows we're here. Good thing I like you and want to see you in one piece." Putting the scalpel back down, he continues, "but these guys, well, they might just split you in half."

Molly was horrified. She didn't really even know Richard that well. They had been going out for a while but they were both so busy that their relationship was little more than random sex. How did she let herself get into this?

"Buckle up, because it's going to be a wild ride. Oh, and I only gave you a muscle relaxant, so you'll remain conscious and be able to feel everything."

Molly's focus switches back to the other doctors, who had removed their gowns. They were all absurdly hung, almost cartoonish. Two were black.

Richard asks "Who wants to go first?"

All three raise their hands.

"No surprise there. We'll go in order from smallest to largest."

Well, smallest was a relative term, but one of the men steps to the table and pulls Molly to the edge, the same position that she was in on her desk. She wonders if this is intentional.

As the masked doctor enters her Molly tries to scream but nothing comes out. It was so painful she feels like a virgin again. Every thrust is pure agony.

All the while, Richard teases Molly, saying things like "How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?" and "Forget your ruler? I think you're gonna need a yardstick for the next guy."

Molly watches the seconds tick by on the wall clock and waits for the assault to end until the doctor explodes inside her and high-fives Richard.

"That was real nice - I owe you one."

The next man was indeed larger. This must be what it is like to go through childbirth, only in reverse, Molly imagines. She begins to cry, not only because she doesn't know what is going to happen to her when they were done, but because it actually felt good. This made her sick to her stomach, and she had to keep herself from puking inside the mask and choking on her own vomit.

Unlike the first one, this doctor doesn't try to finish right away, and Molly keeps getting more and more aroused. Unable to avoid climax, she comes. It was an odd experience due to the muscle relaxant, there are none of the usual spasms or thrashing around, just the sensations in her genitals. Still, she is ashamed for having an orgasm at all while being raped.

As the last doctor moves in to take his turn, Molly feels like she is going to pass out; it is difficult to breathe. An alarm attracts Richard's attention.

"She's having a heart attack."

"Seriously?" asks Molly's final assailant as he attempts to mount her.

"Get off!" Richard orders, pushing the anonymous doctor aside.

"Shit."

"This looks bad, real bad. Her heart rhythm's all over the place. Get the paddles."

The men who only moments before had been raping Molly now turned to her aid. Her vision fading, she can barely see one of them standing over her as Richard yelled "Clear!" Her back arches in response to the shock but it doesn't seem to work. In fact, she can no longer feel her heart beating at all.

They try several more times, becoming more panicked and cursing at each other as time passes. Molly hears the monitor begin to whine and thinks "that's not good," a very understated reaction. Everything starts to go dark around her.

After several minutes without a pulse, Richard announces "Time of death, 11:03."

Molly pitches forward in her chair, panting and sweaty. Although she is grateful to be alive, she regrets having that cherry danish for breakfast.