1 comments/ 37028 views/ 29 favorites Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 01 By: Thadsgood {Michelle and my Coworkers-part one. Note, this is a story of a girlfriend being shared. If you hate hate HATE cuckold stories then DO NOT read it, that simple. You'll hate it, you'll spew your hate to me in a barely coherent fashion and I'll laugh that I told you not to read it and that you did anyway. For the rest of you, enjoy!} * "Wow, DJ. Honey, your work friends act like they want to eat me up," my girlfriend Michelle giggled as she returned with some dirty plates from our outdoor barbecue. "I'm sure they do," I laughed. "I see you out there prancing around, flirting to beat all hell." "Who, me?" she smiled again with a sly smirk. Oh yeah, she knew what she was doing. She was wearing a sheer sundress which gave hints of being transparent in the sunlight. It also appeared that she wasn't wearing any underwear, a fact I would no doubt be checking out later. She had no bra on at least, that was plainly obvious. Her incredibly pert nipples occasionally signalled to all present that her tits were bare under the thinnest of material. My girlfriend is a tease, of that there is no doubt. What my coworkers did not know, however, was that she was also a pleaser. I wondered how long that knowledge would remain hidden. Michelle is a sexual animal with a voracious appetite. I've know that for years now. She let me know of her quite active past early in our relationship. She did so to both warn and challenge me to accept it, or to move on. I accepted it, hell, I relished it and still do today. Am I a cuckold? Technically, yes. She does have sex with other men. I also have sex with other women, including several of her friends back in Boston. I guess I'm saying that we both enjoy sex and that the sex with others is just a buildup, a warm up to sex with each other. On almost every occasion we've had sex with others it ends up with us having wicked, mind blowing sex with each other. It's the best sex either of us has had. It has led us to be open and willing with each other's desires. One of our mutual desires turns out to be the sexual teasing that goes naturally with the cuckold theme. In fact, she was doing it now. It was evident in the overt teasing of my coworkers, many of whom I dislike. I watched Michelle put away the plates and smooth her dress seductively. "Your friends get cruder as they get drunker," she smiled devilishly. She grabbed some more beers from the cooler and winked. She licked her lips and as she walked out she flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare ass. I was right. I wondered if anyone else had seen a glimpse of her bareness tonight. I had only volunteered to host the company picnic to try and win points with my new boss. I had a job that moved me across the country every six months or so. I was only two months into this job so I had to continue to try and smooth the path for the next few months. This frequent moving actually helped our sexual activity, as we could both be active with some anonymity and we didn't have to worry about attachments. Admittedly, she is far more active than me, a fact that both of us enjoy. Like I said, she's voracious, even more than me. She's had lovers that she has used for our benefit who she has left hanging at the end of my work stints. She'd never involved my work mates before. I wondered if that was a limit for her. I guess I wasn't really sure if I was apprehensive about it or not. We'd never broached the subject before, though as in most cases, she can pretty much talk me into anything and have me begging for it if that is her desire. She left me there anxiously wondering what was going on in her amazingly exciting mind. I stumbled out after her like a lost puppy. She openly flirted with all of us as the night went on. She flitted around, she danced, she laughed. She let some of them touch her arms when talking. I could feel a certain electricity in the air. There were some coworkers wives and girlfriends there, too, so nothing went beyond hints and suggestion. Every so often she'd pull me aside to tell me something. "Your friend Mark loves my legs," she cooed in my ear. "He said he'd love them wrapped around his head," she chuckled. "Wow," I said in surprise. "I've never known Mark to be forward like that." "I'm sure it's just the alcohol talking," she grinned, though we both knew it wasn't just the alcohol. She was the instigator. A little later, she pulled me away from the bonfire we'd set. "Josh and James said they had a bet that they could guess the color of my panties," she said with a hint of alcoholic buzz. We both knew she wasn't wearing any. "What did you tell them?" I wondered. "Nothing yet," she smirked. "Why not?" I asked innocently. "Why not just tell them to fuck off?" "Oh, is that what you want?" She grinned. "You want me to tell your work friends to fuck off? Are you sure? Are you sure you don't want me to let them guess? Are you sure you wouldn't rather them find out for sure?" She smiled mischievously. Now I wasn't so sure. I'm sure my face was showing how flustered she'd made me. She was making me think about it. It was part of the game. She knew that no matter what, I'd end up nailing that pussy later, and hard. "Ok, if that's what you want." She said, cutting off my train of thought. She bounced back to the fire. I saw her beautiful body illuminated in the fire light. She was like a sexual goddess. The party had dwindled down to mostly the guys. The only other woman left was the bosses old hag of a wife. I saw Michelle chatting up Josh and James. They seemed to be having a spirited discussion, I didn't interrupt them. They were both probably 10 years younger than her. I'd guess they were both 25 or so. We are both in our mid thirties. I think she enjoys using that knowledge to tease me. She likes to tell me how great young guys are in bed, how big their cocks are, how long they last and how many times they can cum. We both know that she prefers experience, however. It just helps with the game. She'll tease until I nearly burst and as a result fuck her senseless. It works for both of us. "Your friends want to fuck me," she snickered as she approached again. "I know," I rasped, "I think the others are starting to know it too." I said, motioning to the other half dozen guys still there. "Yeah," she smiled. "I kind of think so too," she said with an impish grin. "What's a girl to do?" "I don't know," I said with hesitation. "What are you going to do?" "I don't know, you tell me," she said with some frustration. "Those guys are really cute." We were both dancing around it. We'd never had this situation before. It was like neither of us wanted it to be our fault if something happened. She could sense my indecision. "So you are saying you don't want me to go back over to the fire and let Josh see if my panties are red? That was his guess, by the way." I gulped. We were getting charged up. Could I handle the consequences? I still had four months to work with these guys. They were also kind of arrogant and jerky. I knew she would use that against me, too, in her masterful way. "But you don't have panties on," I managed to blurt out. "I know!" She smiled slyly. "How else do you think he'll find out?" She flitted away, leaving the issue unresolved. She went back to the fire. The party was now nearly over. Josh and James had stayed, of course. They barely acknowledged me as they turned their full attention to the tease in front of them. I could see her leaning in to both of them. They got quiet. My boss was leaving. I had to do the proper host thing and see them out. This meant leaving Michelle alone with the two vultures. Michelle bounced up to me. "Well, I was at least able to answer one of their questions while you dilly dally about what you want," she grinned. "What's that?" I asked, fearing the answer. "Well, they obviously wanted to know if I even had a bra on, whether it was even worth guessing what color it was." "Fuck," what did you tell them?" "I don't really know what you want me to do," she said nervously. "But you know how I am, when I'm like this I want what I want." I nodded. She continued. "But, I don't want to push any boundaries you don't want me to cross." "So did you show them you weren't wearing a bra?" I said with obvious interest. She could tell I was excited. She had guessed right. "Um, not exactly." I asked, "What do you mean?" She laughed, "I didn't exactly show them." She leaned in to me like I'd seen her do with them. Her hard nipples poked me in the chest. She grabbed my hand. She took the back of my hand and swept it over her hard nipples. She let my hand slide over them a couple times, then released my hand. "I let them do that," she smiled in lust. "Wow," I moaned. "Both of them?" She nodded. She looked over her shoulder. The guys were impatiently waiting her return. I had to show my boss to the door. She just winked at me and as she turned she said, "so it's ok....?" I could only nod affirmatively, since my boss and his wife were standing right there. I'd swear it was a conspiracy but my boss went on about nothing for ten minutes. I returned to the fire. Josh and James were sitting there smugly. Too smugly, it seemed. Michelle was between them. She wiggled out when I returned to sit by me. I saw the men whisper to each other and laugh. I felt that familiar pang of jealousy, though I know it always leads to ecstasy for me. I saw Josh put his fingers up to his face which cracked James up. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before I cut in. "Well, we all have to work tomorrow, it's been a long night." The guys hesitated but when they saw no resistance from Michelle they got up and made their way out. I wasn't seeing those punks to the door! When I saw them drive away Michelle came up to me and hugged me from behind. She whispered in my ear lustily, "so they got to find out what color my panties were." "Your non-existent panties?" I said in sexual frustration. "Yes," she chuckled. "Josh found out first that they weren't red. Then James found out they weren't white either." She turned me around and kissed me deeply. "I'm so fucking turned on right now." "You have to tell me first," I panted. "I know. I went and sat down. I didn't know if they'd feel comfortable enough with you around but we could see all the way in the house to the front door and you obviously were taking your time." "I" wasn't taking my time, the boss was taking my time," I said with exasperation. "Whatever," she cooed. "It gave me the time I needed and them the freedom to....well, find out for sure." "What happened? How does that even get broached?" I wondered, even though I already knew that she was the catalyst. "Remember their bet?" she asked. "I came out and asked them what does the winner get? They had no idea. I 'm sure they hadn't thought that far in advance. I'm sure they've tried that at parties before without ever having any success. I thought I'd name the winner. I told them that whoever I deemed was closer would be the one who gets to check." I groaned. I knew she'd done it but hearing about it was even more sexually torturous. "So Josh said red, James said white." "But you don't have panties on!" I protested. "True, so when I told them that you should've seen their faces. Then, they argued over who the winner was. I told them that James was closer because he said white and my skin is white. Boy, Josh didn't like that at all. At least he didn't until I let James flip my dress up over my hips and let him see that I wasn't wearing any panties. Josh got the full view as well, which I thought was only fair, since it wasn't really a fair contest." "Wow," I said. Michelle kissed me deeply again, this time with a lot of tongue. She was on fire, she was going to get a good fucking and she knew it. She knew she deserved it. I started to pull her towards the bedroom. She stopped me sheepishly and said, "Um, that's not all...." "What?" I asked. "Well, when James had my dress up around my hips he kind of let his fingers um....wander." "Wander? Wander where?" "My pussy, silly," she said as she punched me playfully in the arm. "So Josh managed to get his fingers there too, just before you came back out. If you'd taken another ten minutes or so who knows what would've happened," she said, looking at me as if we didn't already know. "They'd have probably raped you," I gasped as I had to adjust my now stirring cock. She smiled seductively, "it hardly would've been rape. But yes, they'd have fucked me raw," she said wistfully. "You'd have liked that," I said with fake irritation. "You'd have liked that as well," she smiled as she stroked my now fully engorged cock. "So you left them hanging like that?" I asked with a smile. "Good, suits those fuckers to go home high and dry." "Well not totally dry," she giggled, recalling her wetness on their fingers. "I may have also hinted that maybe, maybe we weren't totally done," she said bashfully as she looked to me for approval. "I wanted to keep them interested, just in case you wanted me to. I told them that I actually do have red and white panties and they just might get to see them sometime." "You know I don't even like those guys," I said. "I know, but you didn't really have to like any of the other guys I had either. It's not like I like them either. I just think the sex will be off the charts. I also think that you'll like it too. I know it'll hurt. But we've found that you like some of the humiliation that goes with me fucking other guys. I think you use that to totally fuck the shit out of me. Don't you think so? Just think of how turned on you'll be when I come home full of Josh's cum? Or James? Or both...." she said, realizing the tantalizing possibility of that for the first time. "I need to fuck you so bad," I moaned as I pulled her to me. "I know, me too," she said. "But we need to settle this." I knew she was right. "So if I have sex with Josh or James, or any of them, you'd have a problem with it?" She asked as she casually stroked me through my jeans. "Oh god, Michelle," I groaned. "I just want to fuck you right now." "I know, and you will, hard. But answer me, are you telling me no, that I can't have sex with any of them?" She was using my excitement and lust to get her way, again. It was a familiar game. She was good at it. I knew I couldn't win. Even though in the end, both of us win, I guess. Still, we both liked to play. I'd had ideas myself. I thought I'd throw it right back at her. "So you'd have sex with just Josh? Or just James? Or everybody at my job, including my boss." "No," she said as she began to pout. "Probably just Josh....maybe James too..." "How would you do it?" Iasked pressingly. "Would you have them come over here or would you just meet them somewhere just to suck their cocks?" I knew her penchant for cock sucking. It was basically a fetish for her, probably her favorite thing in the world. "Um, yes....probably, I don't know, maybe." She said, she wasn't sure where I was going with this. "If you suck their cock, are you going to be totally naked for them?" "Do you want me to be?" She said lustfully. "Yessss," I groaned. "If you are going to suck cock, you are going to do it completely naked. I want them to see your slut body when you do it." "Okkkk," she moaned. I could tell she was getting lost in her normal sexual trance state before a good fucking. "Are you going to tell them that I know or are you going to act like you are just a cheating slut that's fucking behind my back?" I asked in mock disgust. She liked the direction the game was heading. She takes the game as well as she gives. "Do you want me to tell them?" She said softly, submissively. I was taking the lead, she liked it. "No, don't tell them that I know. I want them to think they are doing it behind my back. I think it makes you look more slutty, like a cheating little whore, don't you?" "Yes," she said with her eyes lowered. She was on fire, I could smell her excitement. "You realize you are letting some jerks at work get your girlfriend," she teased. "They are no doubt going to punish this pussy long and hard, too," she smiled cruelly. "We'll see." I said. "Because here's the deal. You can do it. Fuck Josh, James, whoever, from my work. However, once you are in, you are in. You can only get out if I" say so." She came right back at me, "you realize you are letting them have me basically for four months, because that's how long you'll have to live with the fact that they've fucked me." I tried to ignore that thought as I continued, "you have to decide if you agree to the terms, you must fuck Josh and James...." "Ok," she giggled instantly. "Stop," I said, "there's more, a lot more. Ok, they get to fuck you like the cheating slut you are," I said as the lust grew in both of us. "When you suck their cocks, as I said before, you must be naked." She nodded shyly. I continued, "I mean it, whenever their cock is in your mouth you have to let them see your whole body. Can you do that?" "Yesss," she moaned. She was fingering herself now unabashedly. "Every single time," I warned. She nodded again, this time with eagerness. "When they fuck you you will not do it here, in this house." I saw her eyes open with anxiety. "I don't want them fucking your slut pussy in my house. A good slut follows to wherever they want to fuck you." I didn't really care about her being fucked here, I just knew they'd be more inhibited if they thought I might be around. I wanted them to have full access to her. I saw her eyes light up at how I was treating her. We both liked to stick in the knife of humiliation. It just adds to our explosive mix. "Ok," she squeaked. "I'll fuck them where they want." She was nearly over the edge now, her lust was driving her. "You'll not only do that, but you are not to leave them until they have been fully satisfied." "Well duh," she said jokingly. "I never leave anyone hanging, you know that." "I know," I said. "But I'm serious. You stay until you have completely drained them. In fact, you are to ask them if they are done or if they want more. Every time," I said sternly. "Gosh," she groaned. "You are going to make them think that I'm just an easy whore." "You are an easy whore," I answered smugly. "You are going to be their easy whore for four months." I saw her gasp and her eyes gape. Another thought hit her, "you also realize that it isn't just those two who want to fuck me, right? Once they find out I'm sure they'll be hitting on me, too." She was playing her tease game as well, I wouldn't relent. "Can you just fuck the hell out of me now, please?" She begged. "Almost," I said. "Finally, we already have agreed to Josh and James. They both can have you. In fact, for the time being if either or them ask you for anything you must text or call me right away and ask permission. I'd like to know about all of it, of course When you've drained them you are to come home and take care of me, naturally." As for any others, again, if you are propositioned in any way you have to call me and I'll tell you if and when you do anything. "I will," she said with an shamed peep. She was so turned on that it was embarrassing her. She asked the obvious question. "But how am I supposed to ever see Josh and James?We only see them at company functions like this." "Because you are a slut, my love, and sluts always get their man, er men." I remembered her conversation before, what she'd told them. I told her to go get a pair of red panties and a pair of white. She looked at me funny but went off to retrieve them. I got the cellphone cam ready. She returned. I roughly yanked her dress off of her, leaving her panting. I threw her the red panties and gruffly barked for her to put them on. She did so and I posed her bent over the couch, showing her great ass in the lacy panties with just a hint of her tits hanging down as she looked seductively back at me. SNAP! One picture down. I pulled those panties off of her and made her put on the white ones. This time I posed her on her knees as if she was giving head. You could see her tits exposed as she looked up at me. Her panty clad ass was visible. SNAP! She was shocked at what I told her next. Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 01 "Ok, because you are such a teasing slut in such great need of being fucked that she let strangers see her pussy...." I said as I handed her phone to her. "Send the picture of you in the red panties to Josh," I said wickedly. She hesitated. "Do you want to get fucked like a slut or not?" I asked. She typed the number I gave for him and hit send, via message. "So, he did get to see the slut in her red panties after all," I chuckled. "How about James?" She asked knowingly. She was so lost in excitement I couldn't have stopped her anyway. She sent him the picture of her in the white panties. She was still on her knees. "Now what?" She asked hopefully. "Now you suck my cock," I groaned as I took it out, fully hard and angry. "Suck it," I urged. "Suck it like you've sucked all those cocks in high school and college. Suck it like you are going to suck Josh and James." "Mmm," she cooed as my cock entered her mouth. "You want it like I'm going to suck them?" She wriggled out of her panties. "There, that's how they are going to see me, too. Just a naked slut sucking on their big ol' cocks." "I like that idea," I said with a soft moan. "Me too," she said as she slobbered on my cock. "I can't believe what you are going to make me do." "But you like it," I said. "God yes," she panted as she licked up and down my shaft. "You are going to let them have me like a common slut. That thought is humiliating, but so fucking hot, knowing you are the one behind it." "I know," I groaned as my cock eased in and out of her mouth. "It takes both of us to make it so fucking exciting. Just then her phone started pinging. I told her to see who it was. It was Josh, then almost immediately, James messaged her too. "What do they want?" I asked knowingly. She stopped sucking me reluctantly. "Um, Josh said, "wow, that ass is spectacular. I'd fuck you just like that. Do you want to get together?" "And James?" I asked. She read off the text, "he said, omg your tits are fantastic, I'd like them wrapped around my cock right now while you suck on it." "They sure are fast workers," I laughed. She went back to sucking on my cock. I told her to stop. "Answer them," I urged. "Don't ever let your lovers wait." "What do I possibly say?" She said lost in lustful confusion. "What would you normally tell Josh to his question? Yes, let's get together." "Ok," she said excitedly. "When?" "Just say yes and see what he says," I suggested. She typed "Ok," back to him. Instantly he answered, "can you get away from him?" I let her ponder that question as she returned to fellating me. I told her to answer James as well. "He doesn't really ask a question," she said haltingly. "No, but he clearly states what he wants. What do you do when a guy tells you what he wants?" I asked probingly. "Um, I'm supposed to ask you first.," she said hopefully. "So what do you ask me then?" I said. The light went on for her, the game was on. "I need to ask you if Josh can fuck me from behind?" "Yes he can, in fact I insist on it," I said as my cock was getting worked on between words. "I also need to ask permission to suck James off." "Granted," I said. "But first you need to suck me off." I let her bob her head up and down my cock. She was in a fever. The talk had just made her a wildwoman. She throated me deeply, I gasped, she took me over the edge. I had to grab the table to stay upright as I came deep down her throat. She massaged every drop out of me as if with great hunger. She sat back, panting, some of my cum dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched my slut's cum soaked chest heaving with excitement. Her eyes were in a daze. I knew that look. She needed quenching. I told her to get up. She stumbled to her feet. I made her get her high heels and put her red panties on. She was in a sexual daze, she just did what I told her. Lastly, she put on her barely there sundress. "You need to answer James," I panted in recovery. "That I'll suck him off?" She asked sheepishly. "Yes," I said marvelling at her excitement. "Ask him where and when do you want to get sucked off." I saw her blush in shame as she typed it to him. He quickly responded. "Wow, can you get away from him? Why are you doing this?" I let her provide her own answer. She wrote, "Because you won the contest, silly and cuz I want to suck your cock." She wrote what I told her to next, "Amber park, ten minutes?" "Ok!" he instantly replied. If you could just excitement on response time, he was at the top of the scale. "Amber park," I said. "That's right around the corner, Ok, I want you to remember what you agreed to." "What?" she replied lustily. "I mean, tell me again, exactly." "I want you to begin stripping off your clothes right when you see that he first sees you. I want you naked and on your knees by the time he gets to you." "Ok." she purred, "fuck..." she groaned as the realization set in. "Then, suck his cock like you promised him, let him between your tits if he wants as well. You are to drain his cock and swallow it all, got it?" "Yes, sir," she said with nervous anticipation. "I'm so fucking hot right now I can feel my juices running down my thighs. Do you want me to come home after or do you want me to stay with him?" "You stay until he's drained then you call me. Ok, now go!" I insisted. "I want you to beat him there so he finds you like that." I smacked her ass on the way out. She was nearly running, which wasn't easy on those heels. I knew she'd be gone for hours. I also knew she'd forgotten about Josh. I hadn't and I had her cell phone. It wasn't that late and he'd mentioned to James about hitting a popular bar before going home. I'd give him a reason to stay up. I knew of Michelle's talents and ten minutes after she left for the park I knew what joy that James must be experiencing at that moment. I also had left her with instructions to not leave until he's totally satisfied and knowing her charms I figured that she'd be there awhile. This gave me time to prep Josh. I still had Michelle's cellphone. He thought he was texting her. "God, this picture is so fucking hot. I want to fuck you so bad right now," he texted. "Really?" I responded, as her. "What would you want to do to me?" "I'd want you just like in the picture, bent over, ass in the air. I'd fuck you so good that way." "mmm," I said. "I'd like that." "Can you get away for a few?" He texted back excitedly. "Maybe," I answered. I was just stalling for time. "Is that all you'd want?" "Fuck no, I'd fuck you in every possible way," he answered quickly. "I suppose you'd want your big cock sucked, too? I bet it's big, isn't it?" I responded. "Fuck yeah, those perfect lips, that beautiful face and yeah, it's big enough to please you." I could almost feel his excitement from here. Since I didn't really know when Michelle would be "finished" with James I had to keep him on the hook. I sent him the other picture we'd just taken of her, the one on her knees in her white panties only. "Mmm, this is what I'd look like doing it," I texted. "Fuck, that is so hot," he replied. "Cmon, you've got me going, can you get away or not?" "My my, you sure are hasty," I responded, adding a winking smiley face. "Sorry," he said, "but you had me so turned on earlier and now.....wow, I'm so fucking hard right now. You can't just tease me like this and leave me hanging." "I'm sorry," I wrote back. " I'm really not a tease, it may not be long. You just need to wait." "Really? You might be able to get away soon?" "Yes, that's what I'm saying. Give me a few minutes and I promise, tonight you WILL get your cock sucked on and you'll have my pussy from behind." "Fuckkkk," he typed back. I was purposely delaying some of my responses, stretching out the time. It had been about 45 minutes now since Michelle got to the park. I got her call, I'd switched her phone with mine. "Ok honey, I sucked him off," she panted. I could just imagine her there, naked, sweaty, cum dripping from her as she tried to recover. "Ok," I said. "But is he done with you?" "Yes, he's done, finally. I asked him. You fucker. I asked him if he was satisfied after I sucked him off and he felt me up until he was hard again and made me suck him off again. That took longer." "So you kind of know where this is going for the next few months," I chuckled. "Yes, and I now have three loads of cum swimming in my belly, thanks to you and to him." "Don't tell me you don't like that thought," I said, both of us knowing her love of fellatio. "Fucking right I do. I swear I'm so hot right now I could fuck my car shift knob." "Where are you?" I asked. "Are you still at the park?" "Yes" she said. "I didn't think you'd allow me to leave until I called you. I'm still naked, too. Should I get dressed? There are people around, in the distance, I can hear them." "How is it out there, is it chilly?" "No, not at all, it's beautiful. I think you'd have liked the sight of me, naked, on my knes in the dirt, sucking off James in the moonlight. He thought it was awesome." "I'll bet. So what does he think of you now? Does he think you are easy, or that it's a one time thing?" She laughed. "Yes, he totally thinks I'm easy now, thanks to you. He has no idea you know. He also knows it's not going to be a one time thing." "Really? How does he know?" "He kind of hinted that he could tell you about it sometime, kind of like a threat. I think he'll want to blackmail me into doing it again." "What did you say to that?" I asked. "I acted like it would work since I know you want him to have me again and again. I told him not to tell and we'd 'work something out." "Very nice," I said. "Do you want me to come home so you can fuck me now?" She asked. "Or?" I asked. It seemed she left the "or" hanging. "Or do you have something else in mind?" She asked hopefully. "You want to get fucked really bad right now don't you?" "God yes," she panted. "I can't remember the last time I've been so fucking hot. You did this to me, all this. My pussy is going crazy." "Why didn't James fuck you?" I wondered. "He never asked," she said. "I told him I was there to suck his cock until he was drained. I said that, almost word for word, James I'm here to suck you cock until you can't cum anymore. I guess he didn't know he could have me any other way. I guess I didn't know that either. I'd have probably tried to call you and ask if it was ok. He certainly got his fingers in me, though. He's got the smell of my pussy and my ass on those long, thick fingers." "Fuck," I thought. I was going to have to handle this for months and I knew it. Plus, I was about to get her in deeper. I'd just texted Josh, "Ok, I can make it. Can you meet me in ten minutes?" "Fuck yeah!" He replied. "How bout Tanner's, it's a bar on fifth. That's where I am." "Cool, give me ten minutes," I replied back. "How bad do you need to get fucked?" I asked Michelle on the phone. "Fuck, you know how bad. I'll do fucking anything," she cussed. "I know you will," I said back. "You want to do anything, don't you?" "I do, I really do, honey. I know you have something planned. Fuck it, I'll do it, I want to." "How big do you think Josh's cock is?" I asked. "Fuck, it's pretty big," she said. "How do you know that?" I asked. "Cuz when they were fingering me around the fire I kind of felt both of their cocks through their pants. Josh's is bigger, definitely thicker, though James has a nice one, for sure." I laughed. "I knew it, I knew there was more. There's always more with you, isn't there?" She answered, "and there's more with you too, isn't there, I'm not done tonight am I? What do you want?" "I want Josh's cock balls deep inside you," I answered. "God, me too," she groaned. "Good. Go to Tanner's." We'd been there many times, it was a few minutes away. "Ok?" she replied breathlessly. "Go around the back. Remember that one time we had to park back there because they had a special event there? Way in the back, there's a couple spaces near the dumpster, under the street light?" "Yesss," she said. She was ready for anything. "Ok, you've got your clothes on, right?" "No sir, you didn't exactly say for me to so I haven't. Some people might be getting a show in a second though, if you want it." "No, you'll be busy enough," I laughed. "Put your dress on. I know you gave your white panties to James. Put the red ones on. Don't worry, I slipped them in your purse." "K," she giggled. "Just in time, two young black dudes just walked by, like ten feet away. If they'd got there ten seconds ago..." "You'd have been busy for another couple hours, yes," I said incredulously. "I can't believe you hadn't dressed yet!" "I'm just trying to do what you told me!" She pouted. "I know, but I don't want you in trouble either. From now on, in "emergencies" like that, do what you feel you have to to be safe." "What if I don't want to be safe?" She said with a sexy rasp. I'd keep that in mind for later. But for now she had some place she needed to be. "Ok, get the panties from your purse, put them on, drive to Tanner's. Park in the back, away from everything. Then call me." "Ok, she said huskily. She knew she was off to get fucked and she was turned on by it. I texted Josh back, as Michelle again, "On my way." "God," he replied. "I'm going to tear that pussy up." "You promise?" I texted. "Fuck yeah," he wrote back. "Good. I need it bad." I said. "I want you to do me tonight until you can't get it up any more. You promise?" I was getting her in as deep as she deserved. "I totally promise that," he said, adding an 'lol' "I mean it," I urged. I was just setting the parameters that Michelle and I'd agreed upon. "Don't let me go until you've had enough of my pussy or my mouth tonight." "Fuck," he wrote back. "I'm going to wear you out." "Good, see you in a few." She was on her way to get fucked. It was all just going to be the beginning of a wild four month ride. We both knew it. End of "Michelle and my coworkers-part one" Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 02 {Michelle and my coworkers-part two. This is a continuation story, you'll need to read part one to make sense of it. Same warning, if you are a cuckold hater, you'll hate it, hate, hate, HATE it, don't read it.} * Michelle had just left the park after sucking off James. She was headed for a local bar to meet up with Josh, another one of my coworkers. Michelle called me in a few minutes. "I'm there," she said gasping in between excited breaths. I asked if she was away from cars. She replied quickly, "Yes, there's barely anyone here. There's no one out in the back here anyway." "Good. Now, are you in the car? Get out. Take off your dress, do it outside the car." "Ok," she replied with excitement. "Done, I'm just in my red panties and my heels." "As you should be," I laughed. "Do you have your keys?" "They are in my hand." "Good," I said. "Bend over your trunk and wait." "Ok?" she said haltingly. "I want Josh to see you just as you were in the picture," I said. "Ohhh," she lustily replied. "He's probably going to tear me up when he sees me." "He is," I laughed. "I made him promise you he would." "What do I do until he gets here?" She asked nervously. "Well, if two black dudes walk by you like that now I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to work your way out of it," I joked. I texted Josh. "Meet me in the back, by the dumpster side, you won't be disappointed." "I'm sure I could, as hot as I am right now," she hissed to me. "But, when Josh gets to you I want you to give him your car keys and tell him to only give them back when he is satisfied, got it?" "Yes sir," she purred. "Anything else?" I was winging it. "If you can get him to take some pictures of you, in mid use, have him use my phone cam. Promise him you'll send them to him." "Ok," she said with fire in her voice. "And I'm sure that you'll make me do that, won't you, sir?" "You know I will." "He's coming," she whispered excitedly. "Bye." This is the part that is always the most difficult. The part when I know incredible things are happening but I have to wait, sometimes hours to know about it. It's what drives me crazy but it also keeps me on edge. My thoughts race, "He's fucking her, I know that. Outside, under the stars, he's probably ripped her tight little pussy up. She's probably begging for it." Then, I calm myself. It only lasts a little while. Then the thoughts begin again. "He's probably cum in her already, his cum is probably leaking down her thighs. He probably has her on her knees cleaning him off. He's probably getting hard again....oh god." At some point I was able to nod off, albeit fitfully. I awoke with a start. Her car was pulling up the driveway. I saw her get out. She was nude, just in her heels. She was carrying her dress in her hand. She smirked when she saw me. She handed the wadded up dress to me. It was smeared with dirt and smelled of sex. "I don't think I'll be wearing that again," she said with little expression on her face. I pulled her close. She reeked of sex. She had the familiar smell of cum on her face. I turned her around. She had red marks on her. She had hand prints on her ass, lots of them. Her nipples were red, it looked like there were going to be some purple bruises around them. "Wow," I said aloud. "Yeah, wow," she snickered. "You promised him that I'd please him until he was done, and," she said, looking at her watch, "he was done about ten minutes ago." It had been three hours. "Tell me all about it," I said excitedly. "I will," she said firmly. "But first, I want to tell you something." "Ok," I said questioningly. "First, I want you to know that you did this...all of this. I might have teased the guys. I might have flashed them, let them touch me or something. In time, maybe they'd even have gotten pleased, if that was something you'd enjoy." "I know, babe, we did this together," I urged, sensing she was asking for reassurance. "No, let me repeat, you did this to me. You had me naked, meeting someone in a park to suck them off, someone I'd only met a few times before...." "Babe, it's ok," I said pleadingly. "You made it so he knows he can have me again, pretty much open ended." She saw my eyes start to flash with regret. She continued. "That wasn't enough for you. You made me drive to a dirty bar and let some guy have me in every which way. You were the one that made sure I couldn't leave until he was satisfied." "I'm sorry baby," I said sincerely. "We were just so hot..." "Yes, and because you were so fucking hot you let Josh have me, and have me, and have me again and take pictures of it," she hissed. She tossed the camera at me and walked away. I watched her beautiful ass, shining bright red, as it sauntered away from me on those high heels. I couldn't resist. I looked at the pictures. The first one was of her bent over the car. It must've been before it started. She still had her panties on, she was unmarked and the keys were still in her hand. The next picture her panties were at her ankles, her legs had been spread wider. No doubt he'd run his hands between her legs at this point. I liked how her panties were still at her ankles, stretched wide between her heels. There were several more pictures of her bare ass, some up close. They were beautiful. Then, there was picture of her on her knees, she was looking up, smiling. She was about to suck him, I recognize that look. She looked so hot, her tits out hanging freely, in full view, I knew it must have been getting him as hard as I was right then. There were a couple more of her face. By the last one her lipstick was smeared and there was some drool on the side of her face. I knew she'd been sucking him so good. Then I saw a couple pictures of her walking away from him, nude, illuminated by the street light. She was a fucking sex goddess. The last pic of that type she has beckoning him with her finger to come with her. The next picture was of her, her hands spread high on the brick wall, her back to him, her legs spread wide. Just then she came back in the room. She had a glass of wine in her hand. "You fucking pervert!" She saw what I was looking at. "Oh, you see how he had me spread against the bar? Yeah, he was fucking me then. He was fucking me hard, just like he wanted, from behind. You let him do that." "First thing he did was grind into me over the car trunk. I told him about the camera and that's when he started with the pictures. He wanted that too, he wants to make sure he gets them. You promised that he'd get them, so he'll get them, of your slut, being used, just as you wanted. Then, he made me take my panties down while he fingered my pussy. He commented long and loudly about how fucking wet I was, it was embarrassing." "Then I sucked him for awhile. He liked that, your naked slut sucking his big fat cock, he was basically using my face, see how my lipstick was all smudged? You let him do that to me." "Then, he told me he wanted me up against the bar. I couldn't say no, could I? You'd promised him the world. Plus, he had my keys now, fucker. I wanted you to suffer so I let him do it. He fucked the hell out of my pussy, I thank god that I was as wet as I was, he fucked me hard for like twenty minutes. He was slapping my ass hard as he fucked me. I made him stop a couple times so he could get pictures of it. I knew you wanted it so I let him. You let him spank me red. He came deep inside me with a groan I thought the whole bar would hear. But no, just one guy heard. I think it was the bouncer. He was a big, muscular but overweight black man, probably in his 40's. He'd opened the back door just after Josh filled up my pussy. I was standing there naked, my hands spread high on the wall, my legs wide open and the bouncer just looks at us with a dumb look. He asked, "is everything all right out here?" I know what it looked like. I didn't even have any clothes around me. I didn't want to get arrested. I just smiled and said, "couldn't be better." He just shook his head and asked again just to be sure. Josh didn't say a word. I was the one that had to let that bouncer know it was ok that I was naked and getting fucked behind a dirty old bar. I thought about the two black guys from the park earlier, now I had to think about Drake, that was his name, Drake, it was on his badge. It was clear Josh wasn't going to intervene, he couldn't say a word. I was going to have to handle it and I would've. Because you got me into it. Whatever it would take I was going to do." "I guess Drake was satisfied with my answer, he went back inside. I was standing there dripping Josh's cum because he'd told me not to move because he liked looking at me like that, spread against the wall for him. That's why there are so many pictures of that." She was right, there were dozens, some closeup too, with her pussy obviously leaking. "He was just buying time, he wanted me again but he wasn't hard. I think he didn't want to lose his chance that's why he was commanding me to stay there, to see if he could get me to stay. Finally he let me relax. I told him to follow me. I made him sit on the trunk of the car. I could easily put my mouth on his cock that way. See those next pictures, they are point of view pics of me licking my pussy juice off his cock." She was right, she was smiling. His cock was glistening from fucking her, my cock stirred again in my boxers. "I sucked him hard again. I asked if he wanted my pussy again. He just told me to suck him for awhile so I did. He mentioned that me sucking him like that would make good pictures. You know, your girlfriend, naked, in just heels, standing, while sucking some big cocked guy off. I thought so too. Too bad we didn't have you around to take pictures of us from all around us, that would've been hot. I had the evil thought of just banging on the door of the bar and getting "Drake" back to do it, but I thought better of it." "I got Josh hard again finally. He took me over to the grass part and made me spread my legs wide. See? See those pictures, he had me spread out like a total whore so he could take pictures." I cringed, her legs were spread wide open, her head was thrown back, her mouth and lips were glistening from having sucked him, her lips were curled into a smile. "Then, he fucked me. This time he was gentle, slow, rhythmic. That man sure knows how to fuck. He was touching me in some places I haven't felt in so long," she said, knowing she was twisting the knife in. "He pumped your girlfriend full of more of his sweet cum. He came nearly as much the second time as the first, young guys are so virile. I asked him if he was satisfied, as I knew I was supposed to because of you. He told me I could go, I could see it was reluctantly. I told him I was serious. I asked if he thought he was finished. He blushed and said he could probably cum one more time, with coaxing. I asked him what he wanted me to do. He told me to suck him so I did. It took a long time for him to get hard and stay hard, but what helped is our talk in between. He told me how much he loves fucking me and how much he'd like to do it again. I was keeping him excited by promising he'd get to again because of you, because of what you told me to do. He stayed hard after that, knowing he'd have me again, and again, if he wished. Still, he couldn't cum. I didn't mind, you wanted me sucking his cock, didn't matter how long it took, you'd want me to stay so I stayed. I must've cum a half dozen times playing with myself while I sucked him, which only spurred him on. I needed a spark to get him over the edge. I had an idea. You told me to work my way through things, so I did. I popped his dick out of my mouth and looked directly into his cool blue eyes." He put his hands on my hair and groaned, he was trying to guide my head back to his dick. "I want your cum," I urged. He just groaned, I knew he was trying to give it to me. "I want to taste you," I begged. "I'll swallow it all, I promise," I teased. He was grinding into me now. "Then you can take a picture of me with your cum in my mouth and all over my face. Would you like that?" "Fuck," he said nearly incoherently. "You can have that picture of me and all the rest. You can show others how you marked my face with your cum." He was bucking and moaning. He was getting there. I kept up the chatter between slurps. "Bet the guys at work would like to see you nailing DJ's slut." "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "We've all wanted to nail you for two months now. Plus, we all think DJ's kind of a goody good jerk, a bosses pet. I'm glad you aren't like that at all." "Yeah, he's a dick, all right," I told him. "He deserves this, he deserves you to be fucking me whenever you want." "Do you mean that?" he panted. "I can fuck you whenever?" "Yes," I answered truthfully because I knew what you wanted me to say. "Just text or call me and if I can get away then you get to have me, simple as that." "Wow," he said nearly lost in lust now. She continued, "It wasn't going to take much, I knew what might help him blow. I slurped him furiously for a minute then I popped off suddenly and asked, "and the next time you do have me, I want you to fuck me in my ass." "Ohhh," he groaned. "That was it, he started to cum." "Oh god, I want that ass, I want to fuck that ass," he said, in a near scream. "He pumped my mouth with as much cum as he could muster and honestly, it was still a lot, still probably more than you cum the first time," she said coldly, knowing its effect on me. "Wow," was all I could manage. "Yes, wow. That's what you let happen. I almost didn't get away then either. He walked me back to the car, his hand on and in my ass the whole way. "I can't believe I'm going to get that ass," he kept saying. He made me promise it wasn't a lie. "Yes, you get my ass next time," I smiled to him. He then joked that he still had my keys and he should just keep me there for him when he wanted me. He playfully kept them away from me while I danced on my heels and tried to get them from him. He was wrenching on my nipples the whole time, trying to distract me and make it difficult. He even slapped my tits playfully until he saw I was digging it and started to do it harder. That's why I'm so marked up, because of you." "But how did you almost not get away?" "Well, part of his joke was to keep me there but I acted like I'd just walk home naked, if I had to. That's when he joked that he'd just drive behind me with the light shining on me the whole time. So I asked him what it would take to let me go and he asked for one last thing, which you can see on the camera." The last thing was a short video. It was of Michelle, naked, on her knees in the parking lot. She had her hands behind her on her ass, spreading the cheeks open. I heard his voice say gruffly, "Go ahead, say it!" Michelle spread her ass cheeks for the camera as he zoomed in. He made her hold that pose as he walked around to film her face. You could still see her spreading her ass behind her. She looked into the camera, "I Michelle, promise to let Josh fuck me in my ass the very next time we are together." "When will that be?" He asked, demanding an answer. "Whenever he gets hard enough to do it," she said jokingly. He wasn't amused. He walked behind her and the camera jiggled and I heard smacks rain down on her ass, he was spanking her and spanking her hard. He came around to the front again. "Now, answer more appropriately," he said cruelly. "I, Michelle will let Josh fuck my ass....on Tuesday?" She said as she looked up hopefully to him and winked at the camera. I knew that part was for me. She was giving him a couple days to recover. She nudged me as I watched the video. "I really didn't know what he wanted me to say, so I guessed." It was obviously the right answer. He made her stay like that, naked, ass spread on the cold concrete. The camera panned from across the lot of a naked slut still spread. It moved in closer, he was obviously driving towards her as he filmed. Finally, his car was right in front of her, the light was shining on her obscenely, he kept it on her for a few tantalizing moments. Finally, he made her get up to retrieve the camera and her keys. I heard him say, "see you here Tuesday, 11pm!" as he laughed. "Wow, wow, wow," I said, as I turned to her. Her beautiful face was still stern, her eyes intense. "Yeah....wow," she smirked. "So, just so we're clear. You did all this. James is going to blackmail me and have me when he wants. Josh is going to fuck my tight ass, babe. You know how tight it is, I hardly ever let you fuck me there. His cock is bigger too, it's going to hurt. You made it so that I'm going to be used good and hard and often for probably four months at least." "God," I said as I wondered how it all got so big so fast. "Oh, and then there is this," she said. She handed me a business card. It said, "Drake Drummond." It was the bouncer's. She saw my amazed expression. "I'm pretty sure Drake saw some, if not all of the action, as it turns out. You know those windows in the side of that building, I'm pretty sure I saw someone in there watching the whole time. I think it was no accident he came out when he did. " "But how did you get his card?" I wondered. "After Josh left I was wiping all his cum off and out of me with my poor dirty dress. He must've been watching then, too. He must've seen that Josh had left. I was standing behind the trunk of my car just as naked as before, in just my heels. I saw him approaching, I didn't have time to get in my car. For some reason I wasn't scared though. He walked right up to me and handed me his card." He said, "if you ever need to talk, or if that sex wasn't consentual, I can be a witness." "I assured him I was ok. We heard a bunch of commotion inside the bar, he shrugged reluctantly and ran off, no doubt to break up a fight or something." "God baby, I'm so sorry I got you into all this," I said as she stood there coolly. "No you aren't," she grinned wickedly. "You wanted all of this...." I just lowered my head shamefully. "...and you know what?" she said, "I fucking loved it." "What? Really?" I asked as relief swept over me. "God yes," she said her eyes nearly glazing over as she recalled it. "Being fucked like that...oh my, knowing I'll have to do it again..." "and again?" I offered. "Yes, again and again," she cooed. "But I thought you were mad." "I'm turned on, I'm wet, I'm shaking, but no, I'm not mad. I was just teasing you, plus, you saw the pictures. Wasn't I smiling in most, if not all of them? No, baby, I fucking loved it, you made me fucking love it. But here's where I'm at. I've got your terms, I agreed to what you want but, my terms are this...." "Ok?" I asked somewhat fearfully. "I agree to what you said. I'll continue to fuck and or suck Josh and James. I'll be naked if I suck them and I'll make sure they are fully done using me before I return home. Then, we'll have some out of this world sex together." "Sounds great!" I joked. "Right, but here are MY terms," she cautioned. "One, it's on. Four months. You are not to call it off. You cannot back out. I'm not just a teaser, I'm a pleaser, you know that. I've gone without my "extra" sex for too long, that's why I pushed so hard tonight to make something happen." "Two, you are not to tell anyone at work that you know anything about it. I want them to think you are just a limp dicked chump who is clueless that his girlfriend is getting plowed regularly. I know you are not, you know you are not, but for this game that's your role. I think you need to suffer as much humiliation as I do having to do everything I'm going to have to do." Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 02 "Ok," I said reluctantly. "Three, I will call you when one of them propositions me but you know what? You'd better never say no. If I'm calling you about it, I'm doing it, understood?" "Yes." "and not just with Josh or James. If I'm calling you with someone's proposition you are going to agree to it. I'm not going to make it something you can't handle, you know that. I just want to know that you are going to agree." I nodded. "You've thought a lot about this, haven't you?" I asked. "I had hours to, yes," she smiled evilly. "Four, those pictures Josh took, download them all, put them on a USB drive for me. Then work your photoshop magic and just make sure they are all beautifully done. Then send them to him." "All of them?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, every fucking one," she snapped. "They are his pictures, he took them and you made me promise them to him. I am not going to be the one who welches on it." Then I remembered the video. "Michelle, what about the video of you begging him to fuck you in the ass....what if the people at work see it?" She looked at me with a upturned eyebrow. "Of course they are going to see it. I have no doubt that by the time you go into work on Monday everyone will have seen the evidence of what he did to me and what he's going to do to me. Don't you see? This is what we both want. You want and crave the humiliation of knowing what other guys are doing to me. I want the humiliation of being used like that. In a couple months we'll move somewhere else and we'll start a new game, if we like." We looked at each other for awhile. She'd put on a sheer sexy robe, I couldn't help but admire her sexiness, I still wanted to fuck her so badly it hurt. "You know something funny?" she asked without expecting an answer. "That you didn't think of how Josh and James are like best friends. You obviously haven't thought that no doubt both of them are comparing notes right now probably about what they did to me." "You are right, I didn't." "They probably can't believe what a slut I was for both of them. You know what that means, right?" I shrugged. "Oh come on," she taunted. "After what they learn from each other about tonight they are going to work me over from now on, now that they see what I'm willing to do." "fuck, you are right," I hissed, now realizing the consequences. "I don't want you to get in the way of that," she warned. " I mean it, we put ourselves in this situation on purpose." "You want them to have free access to everything you have?" "Yessss," she panted. "I just want to see what that's like. Even in my promiscuous past it was always up to me. I decided who got a blowjob, I decided who got to fuck me, how and when. I like the fantasy, the idea that it's up to them now, at least for the time being." "God, this is going to be wild," I said as I tried to gauge her reaction. "But it's something we both want, and need," she said. "Eventually, it was going to come to this, us finding out what we can do together. Admit it, this is your fantasy as much as it is mine." I didn't answer her. My head was spinning. She kept on. "Admit it, you want this at least as much as I do." I still didn't respond. She put my hand on her pussy, it was sopping. "See how how I still am? It's not his cum, I cleaned up already, this is me," she said. "See how hot this all makes me? You are hard right now, aren't you?" I tried to avoid her gaze but her hand found my cock, it was threatening to burst through my boxers. "Uh huh. Admit it right now or I'll shut it all down. I mean it. I'll never let Josh or James or anyone else touch me until you do." She was staring me down. "You want this as much as I do, don't you? DON'T YOU?" "Yes," I said softly, with shame. "Tell me what you want baby," she cooed as she dropped to her knees and took my cock out. "Tell me what you want while I suck on you like I did Josh and James already." "Ohhh," I moaned as her mouth enveloped my cock. "I do want it, Michelle. I'm just afraid for you. They are going to treat you....badly." "I know," she purred. "We're both going to make sure of that. Tell me what's going to happen now, I'm sure we're in agreement." "Yes," I said losing myself in it. "I want Josh to fuck that ass. Oh my god, Michelle, I don't even get that ass much and he's going to be doing it to you...without ever even dating you." "I know, that's so fucking wrong, and so hot," she said as she tongued me lovingly. "and James, he's going to blackmail you into sex. God only knows where that's going to lead, especially after they talk to each other." "Yes," she said sliding off my cock. "I'm sure it won't be long before they are taking me together." "Fuckkkk," I moaned. It was true. They'd be double teaming her soon, for sure, and she didn't want to stop it...nor did I. "Tell me what else do you want, baby?" She cooed. "Well, what about Drake?" I asked. I had to exhale sharply as she slammed her mouth down my shaft all the way to the root. "You've never had a black guy before." She released me from her mouth. "Tell me what I should do with Drake, I know I've never had a black guy before. I don't know how you feel about that. Plus, he'd kind of big, and has a pot belly...and he's older." "So you wouldn't fuck him?" I gasped as her tongue flicked over my head. "I didn't say that," she giggled. "tell me what I should do." I groaned, I was going to have to fuck her soon. "What did you tell him?" I asked. "I don't remember much. It happened so quickly. Wait," she said, looking up at me, "I do remember something now. When he told me he'd be a witness against Josh if I needed him I remember thanking him for taking care of me. I remember saying something like, "someone should take care of you sometime. Yes, I remember saying that, as a joke. We both laughed at the implication." "Well, we can't have you backing out of that," I said as I urged her to stand up. I led her to the bedroom. I started to ease myself into her from behind as she laid on the bed. She gasped when I entered her. "Easy easy easy," she panted, "I'm so fucking sore." I tried to slow it down but I was excited. "When you told him someone needed to, "take care of him," what was the thought you were having when you said it?" "Hmmm," she said. "I was totally joking at the time, but I must've said it for some reason. I mean, I was standing there in front of him naked, dripping cum. Sex was already in the air. I must've purposely made it sexual, you know me, I'm always thinking of sex. I think I normally mean a blowjob when I say that "I'll take care of someone," but with him probably watching everything, I don't know, maybe in my head I meant more," she hesitated. "Maybe subconsciously I meant that I'd take care of him in the same way I took care of Josh." "That all sounds so clinical," I said. "Did the thought ever occur to you, as you stood there naked, as he approached you, that you might have to fuck him?" I said as I slowly thrust back into her, causing her to wince. "Yes, I was thinking of what he might do to me" she admitted. "That he'd fuck you," I said between grunts and careful thrusts. "Yessss," she panted. "I did, I thought about having to bend over the car and take another cock, as sore as I am. I guess I didn't know how much I thought about it. Now I remember thinking it all the way home. I thought of whether or not I should even tell that part. I didn't know how you'd feel about some big black guy nearly having me." "So you'd fuck him?" "Yes," she moaned as I eased into cautiously. "Even though he's kind of fat, and older....and black?" I asked. I guess neither of us knew if she would. I had to know. "Yesss," she purred. "I just think I should. It had to be a tremendous tease for him, having to watch me do all that.....and then still be kind and caring enough to make sure I was ok...." "Then there you go, you will let Drake fuck you," I said as I agonized at having to go so slowly. It just wasn't working for her. "God, I can't believe that," she panted. "Oh my god, I'm going to be fucking some black guy, some guy I just met." I had to stop fucking her, it was just too painful for her. She kept on moaning and babbling, ..." and then I'm going to have to come home and tell you about it. Guys don't even have to date me anymore to get to fuck me, they just....demand it. That is so fucking hot." "Call him," I said as I pulled out of her, I didn't see me cumming in that sore pussy this night. "What?" "Call him, right now, he's a bouncer, the bar has only been closed a short time, he'll still be up." "I can't fuck him right now," she whined. "I can't even fuck you," she pouted. "I know, set it up with him. I want to hear you do it while I get off." "Ooo, ok," she said excitedly. "I do not want you to have to jack off tonight, not tonight," she purred. "And I've already sucked you off. Take my ass, honey." "Really?" I asked excitedly. "Yes, it's the only thing on me that hasn't been used up tonight. Plus, in a couple days Josh is going to have me there, you might loosen it up a little for him. You like that thought don't you, that you are just loosening up my asshole for some guy with a bigger cock to stretch out? You wonderful pervert!" She used her own juices to lube up my cock. "I want you in me when I'm talking to Drake, I want to feel your excitement when I make plans to let some strange black guy fuck me." I eased into her. Fuck, it was tight and yet the thought I was having was how much looser it was going to be Tuesday night, and it was driving me crazy. She called Drake. Sure enough he was still at the bar, drinking. "Hey Drake, this is Michelle. Yes, that Michelle, the one you saw getting used all over the parking lot," she giggled as I slowly rode her perfect ass. Even with the pauses in the conversation I could mostly tell what he was saying back to her, she was basically leading the talk. "Yeah, that guy is sure a jerk," she said in answer to Drake, no doubt referring to Josh. "Still, when I owe somebody a favor I pay up," she said, intimating that the reason she was fucking Josh was that she owed him something. She giggled again, "yes, it was a really big favor....but then again he has a really big cock," she chuckled at her own joke. "You'd like to go out? I can't really date, I'm in a relationship," she said panting, as my strokes into her increased. "Then why'd I call? Because I believe I owe you a favor too. For what? For not calling the cops on us fucking out there in public... I know, but it was still nice of you..... Yes, my ass is still red!' she giggled. "You liked that? You like it red?"....mmmm....me too.....would you?.....you'd get it red? ...." Goddddd."....."that sounds so damned hot." "You saw him taking pictures of me? Yes, I have those pictures.....ok.....since you saw it anyway I'll make sure you get some of the best ones... I'll make sure you get some," she chuckled again, after saying "get some." ............ "Ok, so you are saying I don't owe you a thing?" ...... "So you don't want to fuck me then?".... "I said I was in a relationship and can't date, that doesn't mean I won't fuck you if I think you deserve it." I was nearly lost in taking her ass at this point but I still had to marvel at the conversation that was going on as I ass fucked her. "Ok, so you do want to fuck me, good, cuz I need it? I do need it ........ "Why? Because I'm a slut who likes getting fucked?" .... "No, I've never had a black guy, you'll be my first......really? I won't go back? I probably will but I sure will love you to try,"....giggle...."So no, no date, just me and you fucking.......when? Gawd, give me a couple days." I reminded her about Josh and Tuesday as I reamed her. She was nearly moaning into the phone. She knew he could hear her getting herself off. "Am I being a naughty girl now?" she chuckled. "Maybe......so how about Wednesday?" I was shocked that she picked one day after Josh was going to take her ass. She looked up at me and winked knowingly. She knew that thought would drive me further into lust. I was fucking her good now. She couldn't hide her grunts. "Yeah baby," she moaned. "I'm getting off just thinking of you fucking me with that big black dick. It is big, right? I want it to be big......it is? Oh god....oh god.....you are going to split me in two with it, aren't you?" She was starting to cum as she listened to Drake tell her what he was going to do to her and as I pounded her behind relentlessly. "I want that," she cried out. "I want you to split me open. I want to suck your big black cock, I want you to cum in me! I want all of it," she urged as she came with panting breaths. "So, Wednesday I'll meet you at the back of the bar at 2:30 when it's closed. Where are you going to take me?......no, you don't need to get a motel.....no you can't come here.....are you ok with doing it outside, like Josh did to me?........Good, cuz I like that, being taken outside where anyone might see.......Yes, I promise, you can fuck me like that too, if you want. Will you let me suck your cock first? Mmm, good, I want to." She was playing with herself now, stroking her clit rapidly. She was getting off again for him. "Mmmm, that sounds so good" she panted. "I want that, I want all of that, ohhhhhh........How do you want me dressed.......giggle, or undressed.....tee hee.....oh god......I have some nice lingerie......some heels, well you saw one pair of those.....giggle......I should just show up in my heels for you?.......ohhhh.......just like that? Just knock on the back door in just my heels, hoping it's you that opens the door?......oh godddddd, that's so fucking hot......you'd like that too?........fuck.......I should. I should just drive there like that too, in just my heels......yeah it's crazy, you've got me so fucking worked up.......oh my goddddd," she moaned as she worked herself into a frenzy with her fingers. "That all sounds so good, Drake. I'll do it.....yes, honestly, i'll do all of it, for you.......2:30 in the morning, Wednesday, well, technically Thursday morning, I'll meet you at the back door of the bar.......everyone will be gone then? .....are you sure?......good......what if someone else opens the door? No one will be there? You promise?....I don't want there to be interruptions.....you want me to?...... I said I would......yes, I would do that, for you......are you sure? ok, I'll do it. Ohhhh, god.......oh oh oh...... I'll meet you there in just my heels, I promise. I'll drive there just like that, meet you, let you take me in every way....oh fuckkkkk." she moaned as another orgasm crashed over her. It was too much for me too, I came like never before in her sweet ass. I tried to be as quiet as I could though, to not tip off Drake. "Ok lover, I'll see you then," she purred sweetly. "Good night." She hung up. "Oh my god," she panted. "That was the best night ever." "I know," I grinned, "you are so fucking hot." "I can't believe what I am going to have to do," she said blushing. "Did you hear that? Did you hear what I agreed to do? I'm going to drive over there in just my heels and get fucked." I noticed how she said "I'm going to," there was no question that it was going to happen. "We're in for a crazy ride," she said dreamily. I didn't doubt that. {End of Michelle and my Coworkers-part two, look for part three soon!} Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 03 {Michelle and my Coworkers- part three. Cuckold haters avoid this at all cost, you will H A T E it, not my fault if you read it anyway and bitch} * I knew the day had to come. Monday, the first day of work after Friday night's incredible events with Michelle and two of my coworkers. Michelle and I barely talked on the weekend, we were both emotionally and physically exhausted. She slept most of the weekend away and I could hardly blame her, the way she was used on Friday night. We both knew what today would mean for me, however. Humiliation. It was inherent in this particular game. We both knew that part of the excitement of the game was going to be my embarrassment at having to face up to the fact that I'd have to see the two guys who had their way with my girlfriend. She'd have to worry about her own shame and embarrassment at knowing how they used her, and how they'd no doubt continue to, for the time being. I was surprised to see Michelle up early, Monday. She had cooked me breakfast. Since she follows me around whenever I move for my job she doesn't work outside the home. She considers it her job to cook and clean, which suits me, I suck at both of them. I did not expect breakfast on this morning, however. She was wearing a see-through nightie and it took everything I had to resist touching her. We'd had an agreement after Friday that she needed a couple days to recover so I wasn't to start anything. After all, she'd already planned giving Josh her ass on Tuesday and then doing god knows what with Drake, the bouncer, on Wednesday night. She'd need all her stamina back for those, I knew. Not a word was spoken until I reached the door. She kissed me on my cheek perfunctorily, then added, "say hi to Josh and James for me," she smiled wickedly. I felt my stomach churning already. This was not going to be easy. I quickly walked past as many people as I could on my way to the office. I didn't want to run into anyone. I was hoping that the few people I saw that I knew weren't whispering to each other about me as I passed. I was going to hold out as long as I could. I stayed out of sight, though I saw both Josh and James pass my office. I pretended to be buried in work. Michelle texted me, "so, have you talked to the guys yet?" I could tell she was chuckling. She was teasing me as only she knew how. "Not yet." I replied tersely. It was Josh who poked his head in my office first. "So, DJ....nice party, man. I had SO much fucking fun," he smiled with a cocky grin. I knew he had fun, I'd heard all about it. He didn't know that I knew, so he was basically taunting me behind my back. "Fucking fun," I knew he meant that literally, he had fucking fun, fun fucking Michelle. "Time for the staff meeting, dude. You don't want to be late, then everyone will talk about you." That fucker, I was pretty sure that he already had. Michelle had warned me, since Josh and James were best friends and they'd both had her, no doubt they'd compared notes. And, knowing how they have bragged about their conquests previously, no doubt they'd done so again, if they'd had the chance. Begrudgingly, I walked to the meeting. I heard them laughing as I approached. Everyone stopped talking when I arrived, it was uncomfortable, for me at least. Josh and James were smiling. The boss was droning on about something and I was trying to avoid the gazes of anyone, especially Josh and James. I did sneak some furtive glances around though and each and every time my gaze was met with a return gaze. I felt like I was on trial. I tried to pass it off as paranoia, even though I knew that with at least the two culprits, it was all true. I saw Josh show James his cellphone. James could barely contain himself, he put his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter so as to not alert the boss. I was wondering if he was seeing the pictures of her sucking Josh's cock, or her getting fucked, or, worst case scenario, the video of her spreading her ass cheeks for him and promising an ass fucking. I nearly sprinted out of the room after the meeting. The rest of the morning I began to notice more and more how much people were staring at me through the window of my office. We have maybe a dozen people on staff, all men and I was now pretty sure that Josh had shared with them at least some of what he'd done to Michelle. I cringed every time I thought of all of them seeing the video of her promising to let him fuck her ass. That thought kept invading my thoughts as I saw their eyes watching me. Finally, I thought, fuck it. They don't know that I'm aware of anything. Who cares what they think? I'm not a limp dicked cuckold, even Michelle knows that. We just do things like this to make the sex between us incredible. I shouldn't let other guys ruin it. Even though the humiliation was part of the game, I had to be the one to make it a positive and not let it ruin things. Ok, so she humiliated me by putting me in this situation. I know that she has her own humiliation to face. I smiled at that thought. "Oh, she'll get hers," I thought as I smiled as Josh passed. He gave me an odd look as if it surprised him that I was smiling. I was surprised at how quickly she had to face her own demons. It was just before lunch. I was actually thinking of popping in at home, though I was debating whether or not I wanted her to rub it in my face more than it already was. I needn't have bothered. I got a text from her. "Hon, um, James texted me," she typed. "About what?" I replied. "He wants me to meet him..." "For what?" I asked, though I pretty much knew. "He said he wants more of the same, or...DJ's just down the hall...." she wrote. "So he's basically threatening to tell me if you don't meet?" "Yes," she replied. "I'm going to meet him." "I know," I typed as I sighed. She'd already told me, she'd agreed to tell me first, but I was not to say no. She was just letting me know she was going to do it. We don't mess with each other's rules and desires. I knew that one of her permanent rules for all our games was how she was always going to treat her lovers. She put it this way, "when I'm with someone, having sex with them. I want them to have it like you would have it. I want to be theirs, at least at that moment. I want them the complete freedom of having me as their own. I'm not going to ever do it half assed. I'm going to give everyone that has me my best. It was all just another part of the game we'd placed ourselves firmly into. "He wants to come here," she wrote. "But I told him you sometimes come home for lunch. So he told me a better place. I gotta go!" "Where?" I typed but there was no response. This wasn't like her. She'd normally have said where so that I could know what was going on and could visualize it better for when we got together after and had our own dalliance. I should've known she had thought of that. It was noon, I saw James walk past my office, I swear he was smirking. I had an inkling. I covertly followed him. I watched him walk down the hall to the stairway and out the back, where our employee parking is. I stayed in the stairwell and watched him through the glass from the second floor. He was headed to his car. I saw him get in and pull his car to the far part of the lot, away from other cars. Then I saw Michelle pull up in her car. She parked right next to him. I saw her get out and look around. It looked like she had on just a short robe, maybe still the nightie, or just a sun dress. There wasn't much of it. I saw her walk around to the passenger side of his car. I saw her look around one last time. She must've just been making sure, or summoning some courage. I think I saw her sigh, or I might have just imagined it. But, suddenly she pulled the dress over her head. She was nude. She dropped it on the ground as she got in his car. Then it hit me. She was just following my rules. If she was going to suck cock she was going to have to do it nude. Fuck, I'd made that rule and now she was throwing it in my face. She was going to be naked, sucking James off in the very lot of the place I work. I wonder if she was as embarrassed and horny as I was at that moment. I was guessing she was, knowing how much she loves sucking cock. Suddenly, I saw Josh walk past my office, headed towards me. I started to go down the stairs and I waited for him to walk past me. He never did. I crept back upstairs. I looked through the crack of the door. He was in the conference room. It had a better vantage point to the back lot. "Fuck," I thought, "why didn't I think of that?" It was just as well, I'd have had no explanation for why I was there and he'd have suspected I knew what was going on. I watched him for a few moments before ducking out of the stairway and behind a partition, across from the conference room. He was watching. Intently, it seemed. I wanted to watch too, so badly. But, I wouldn't have seen anything from the stairway and Josh had the only good view now. He was watching. He was watching his best friend get pleasured by my nude girlfriend. It seemed like an eternity but in fact it was probably just ten minutes but I saw Josh turn around and walk out. I hid behind the partition until he passed. I raced to the conference room and looked out. James was already out of the car and heading back. Michelle was still in the passenger seat of is car. I could see her head, and I could see that she was topless. The rest was hidden by the car seat. I wanted to watch her get out, because her dress or nightie was still on the ground outside her door but I couldn't risk it. James would be walking past any second. Reluctantly, I raced back to my office. I'd already received a text, "wow, that was a mouthful!" she wrote with obvious glee. "You bitch," I texted back. "Hush, you love it," she wrote. "Did you see any of it?" "Not really. I saw you take off your dress and get in, Josh actually got a better view of you from the conference room." "He did? Heee..." she typed. "I told you those two would be in cahoots with each other!" "You did," I wrote. "It was kind of fucking hot being "blackmailed" into having to do it," she wrote. "It felt even dirtier that way. I'm so wet right now." "I'm hot too," I said. "Can you handle me later?" "I'd love to," she wrote, "but tomorrow Josh gets me, then the day after, Drake....don't worry, we'll think of something." "Fuck," I texted, nearly panting. "You'll love the denial, it'll only make it better," she said hopefully. She was right, she was always right. James abruptly interrupted our conversation by bursting into my office. "So, how was your lunch?" He asked, smiling condescendingly. "I didn't have time to get out," I said, trying to recall my high school drama acting lessons. He just smirked. "You need to get out more, dude. I had fast food, it was fanTAStic." I acted like I had no idea what he meant. "That's cool," I said. I was glad he turned and left because I didn't want him to see my blush at his inference to Michelle's cock sucking abilities. I spent the whole dinner with Michelle watching her text back and forth to both of them. "I'm sorry honey," she said. "I can't help it, they just keep texting me," she said with dripping sweetness, no doubt to torment me further. "You could just not answer," I said in exasperation. "You'd want me to ignore my lovers when it was your own idea to get them involved like this?" It wasn't worth discussing, we both knew we were in this for the long haul. "What are they saying?" I asked. I at least wanted to be included. She was always good at doing that for me. "Hee hee....James keeps saying how much he loves my mouth on his cock. He's saying he might want "nooners" all the time." "I'll bet, how are you answering him?" "There's only so much of me," she giggled. "I am trying to keep it all doable. I just told him that he needed to remember I'm in a relationship and that I'll do everything I can to take care of him, he just needs to be patient sometimes." "Is that working?" I wondered. "Yes," she chuckled. "He said he knows I have plans tomorrow so he can wait until Wednesday." "But Wednesday night is Drake..." I said. "True, but he's just getting head, I can do that any old day," she smiled. "Why does he just want your mouth?" I wondered. "He said he has someone he is dating regularly and he feels that fucking is cheating but blowjobs are ok," she laughed. "Hey, I'm not going to argue his ethics, I'm just going to suck his cock." "Well actually, that's good," I said. "You've gotten in so deep so quickly that it could all get out of hand." "I know," she said. "I wonder if I'd like it getting out of hand," she said wistfully. "Still, it's going quite fast enough as it is." "Fuck," I said as I remembered. "Josh is fucking your ass tomorrow, I can't fucking believe that." "I know," she hissed. "That is so fucking awesome, that thought, I've been wet since Friday every time I think about it. Do you know we've never kissed? His cock has been in my mouth and my pussy.....and soon my ass.....and we've never shared a kiss? That is so fucking dirty." "I know. Hey, I like that thought. Don' t kiss him." "What?" "Don't kiss him, at least not until after he's fucked your ass. Then, you can always know that you let some guy have all your holes without ever dating you, or even kissing you." " Ohhh," she sighed. "That's hot. I'll do it." "So what's the plan for tomorrow?" I asked. "I'm supposed to meet him at 11pm Trapper's again. I'm not sure what's after that, besides him reaming my ass," she giggled. "Are you going to do it behind the bar again? What if Drake is there, what if he sees you again. Wouldn't that be weird?" "Yeah, fuck, I hadn't thought of that," she said with hesitation. Suddenly, something hit her. "Oooo, I have an idea." She wouldn't tell me what it was. No matter how I tried coaxing it out of her she wouldn't budge. She just kept saying, "you are going to like this one." I told her I was thinking of calling in sick on Tuesday, I just didn't like the thought of facing Josh all day, knowing he was going to get inside my girlfriend's perfect ass. She smiled. "You know, that just might work. Yes, I think it will. Trust me, just do what I tell you when the time comes and you will not be disappointed." I could only agree, once her mind was set on anything sexual, it was going to occur anyway, I was just along for the ride. The next day was nearly unbearable, even at home. Michelle didn't bother dressing. She did everything nude, she cooked, she vacuumed, she did the dishes, totally naked. I could only watch uncomfortably each time she'd pass. I'd watch that ass sway so beautifully, her tits bouncing with each stride. Michelle is tiny. She's about 5'0". For a small woman her tits are large, firm and round, they are so perfect they almost look fake. She's got a thin waist. Normally, guys would call her a spinner. Her ass, though is round, meaty, but tight. She looks like one of those cartoon or anime women who have overly perfect features. I guess it's like she's got big girl tits and ass, just a short girls height and waist. Perfect. Especially her ass. That perfect ass that some jerk off from my job is going to be working over soon. It was almost painful. My cock twitched every time I saw her. I knew that's why she was teasing so much. She wanted me in this state. She left at 7pm to go to her spa. She was going to get all prettied up, just for him. Manicure, pedicure, facial, massage, the whole works. I was paying for it. She just smirked as she left with a wad of cash I just gave her. "Thanks! I think he's really going to like it." Of course he was going to like it. You can't have Michelle and not fucking love it. I tried to rest. I figured it might be a long night, like it was Friday. I hoped she remembered I worked in the morning, then I realized she knew, but probably didn't care. Well, she cared, but would love using that as just another way to torment me. She texted me at 10pm. "Stopping by Johnnie's on the Lake for a wine." "Do you want me to join you?" I asked. "Nope, just hang on, I've got plans for you. Be ready." "Ok," I said helplessly. At ten minutes until 11, just ten minutes before she was supposed to meet Josh I got a message. At first it was a picture of her, taken by someone at the bar. She was holding a wine. I know how she likes a drink or two of wine before sex, it disinhibits her further, if that's even possible. She was wearing a silky white blouse, very light, tied at the ribcage to show her glorious stomach. Her tits were spilling out the top, as she'd undone one too many buttons. She was wearing her black, stretch yoga pants. "Wow. " That was the word to describe her. I've seen her in those pants many times, if she doesn't wear underwear you can see through the outline everything she has. I could already tell she wasn't wearing a bra, but fuck, I knew she wasn't going to be needing it. "Take your car and park it down the street, at the end," she instructed. "Then go home and turn off all the lights but the porch lights." "Ok, why?" "Tsk tsk," she said, shushing me. "You'll find out. You'll need to stay out of sight." "Fuck," I thought. I remembered that I'd told her that she shouldn't do anything in our house. It was only because I thought the man she'd bring might be reluctant or uncomfortable with her if he thought I was anywhere around. It was as if she could read my thoughts." "Don't worry Mr. man," she wrote. "I'm not breaking any rules, you'll see. Just stay OUT OF SIGHT," she texted in caps for emphasis. I did as I was told. I parked in the dark at the end of the street. I walked back. I was a warm night but I found myself shivering, no doubt from the adrenaline rush. I sat in my armchair in the dark and waited. I was surprised. It was just 11:15 when I saw a car pull up. It was Josh's. I didn't see Michelle's car coming. The car stayed running with the lights out for minutes before I crept upstairs to get a better look. From the dark bathroom I peered out carefully. I saw Josh clearly. He was in the driver's seat. His head was thrown back. His pants were unzipped, his cock was out. Michelle was softly bobbing her head up and down on it. The porch light illuminated everything beautifully. I'm sure she knew that, which is why she'd instructed me so. Still, I couldn't believe she was here, at our house, and planning on getting ass fucked by this creep. "How is this not breaking the rule of not bringing them into our home?" I kicked myself for being irritated at such a silly rule, anyway. I should've known she was smarter than me. I watched her give him glorious head for a long time. I wondered how he didn't just blow, as good as she is. But, I knew she must have been hesitating, squeezing him every so often so that it prolonged things. Then, it was time. She got out of the car. He followed immediately. I crept back downstairs, to hide in the closet in the den if I had to. They didn't come in. I heard their voices, they were in back, on the patio. Again, the porch lights illuminated them for me. I snuck closer. I heard their voices. "So he's not going to be here?" Josh asked, with obvious concern. "I told you, he took the day off so he could visit his brother. He lives an hour away," she lied seductively. "Are you sure? What if he leaves early?" "He never does. But, I'll tell you what, let me text him. " I ran to get my phone so it wouldn't make noise when the text came. She showed him the text. "Hi hon, are you still at John's? I miss you!" I knew what she wanted. I answered, "yes babe, I'm still here, I won't be home until about 1am. I'll text when I leave, I love you!" Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 03 It was 11:30, that gave them time. "Ok, me too." she texted back. I had added the "I love you" just to see what she'd say. She always responded, "I love you too." I knew the fact that she didn't this time was part of the game. She knew Josh would read both our texts. Josh pulled her close. I saw him try to kiss her. She avoided it. She dropped to her knees and smothered his cock with kisses instead. "Are you satisfied?" she giggled. "Not until I get that ass," he joked. "And oh my god, by the way, those pants are fucking unbelievable on you." I knew he was right, he saw every curve, every nook and cranny that was beautiful on her. She stood up and wiggled her ass for him and smiled. "Why don't we go inside?" He asked. "No, I want to do it here," she said. "If we go in there and fuck it'll just smell like sex. I don't want him finding out. Let's do it here, outside, it's beautiful." "Ok," he said dumbly, he wasn't going to turn down a good thing. I saw her drop to her knees once more and slobber on his cock. It was impressive, I have to admit. Somewhat longer and a bit thicker than mine. Very few guys that have had her have had more size or girth than I do. I knew she'd like teasing me with that later. She was slathering his cock with her saliva. I knew why. She stood up. She pulled him over to the stuffed deck chairs. I watched her slowly slip her thumbs inside the thin material of her yoga pants and slide them slowly down her backside, revealing it's perfection inch by inch. I heard him gasp, "ohhhh," when it came into view. He was behind her in a flash. He was pressed up against her ass. He still had his pants on. He circled his arms around her waist. She bent over the chair willingly, it was just another sweet knife in the gut, watching her do it so willingly, so submissively. His pants fell to his ankles, he pressed up against her again. I could see him rubbing it on her in preparation. I saw him whisper something in her ear. I heard her respond. "Yessss," as she did what he'd instructed, she took both her hands and spread her cheeks wide for him, just like she had in the video. "Like that?" she cooed. "Fuck yeah," he panted. "Tell me what you want, like you did the other day." "Fuck my ass, Josh. Fuck my tight little ass." I heard her groan, he must've been entering her. "Gawd you are fucking tight," he moaned. "I'll go slow." "Mmm hmmm," she purred. "Not too slow, though." "God you are a fucking sexy bitch," he panted as he now firmly implanted his cock in my girlfriend's tight ass. "So you don't want it slow? Tell me what you want." "Mmmm, just like that," she begged. "Fuck my ass Josh." "Like this?" he said as he thrust into her deeper as he emphasized the word. "Uh huh," she cried out. It was obviously deep in her. I wasn't sure if it was a cry of pain or pleasure. "Yessss," she urged. "Long slow strokes, deep, oh goddddd." "You like me fucking your tight ass, whore?" He said, lost in his own lust. "Yes, Josh, fuck my ass baby, fuck it....oh...oh...oh....just like that.....fuck it hard." He increased his pace at her urging. It seemed to take her to another place. "Like this?" he said again, this time more tauntingly. "uh uh uh...." she groaned. It appeared she was giving everything she had to be able to take it. The thought flashed momentarily to break in and bust that ass fucker in the mouth. She was glad I didn't. "Fucking right, baby, fuck that ass. Fuck it just like that....take it, Josh. Take it like you want it. Take it like you've wanted to every time you've watched my ass....for months...take it baby!" "Oh god," he moaned. I'm sure he couldn't keep up with this for long. It had to be too overwhelming. She coaxed him over the edge. "Fuck my ass Josh, fuck it hard, fuck it like you own it, fuck it like it's yours." She screamed. I knew that was for me. I wondered if the neighbors heard it too. I knew at that point she didn't care. I watched her convulse in orgasm as I've seen so many times. She was cumming on his cock as he filled her. He bucked madly, like he could barely hang on. His hands were digging into her soft flesh, the prints would be visible later. She liked that. He staggered back away from her. She was still bent over, I could see glistening in her crack. She looked so fucking hot, and so fucking satisfied. I still had the phone in my hand. It's a top of the line one. I took a quick picture of her like that. It turned out incredible. It's one of her favorite pictures. Josh collapsed in one of the other chairs. "Stay here, I'll be right back," she cooed to him as if they were life long lovers. She came inside, she saw me and winked. She walked right past me without a word. She got a washcloth and soap and a bowl and took it outside to him. She washed him like she was his nurse. Slowly, almost lovingly. She cleaned him off. When she was done she put his cock back in her mouth. He just sighed. I heard her ask. "We've got some time still, can you cum in my mouth?" "I'll try," he said eagerly. I think she remembered something at that moment. "Oh," she giggled. She took of her top and peeled her pants back off so she could be naked for him. I knew she did that for me. The rule that she had to be naked if she sucked someone off was still in her head as well as mine. We both liked that. She was naked and she slowly worked his cock with her mouth until he was hard. She was beautiful. Naked, silhouetted in the moonlight, there was nothing sexier. Josh just happened to be the one to benefit at that moment. I could see her gazing up at him as she sucked on him. I knew that must have been driving him wild as it does when she does it to me. It's as if she's willing you to cum with her eyes. "How long has it been?" He panted as she sucked him. "You still worried about him?" she asked. "I told you he'd text me before he left, and it's an hour away." That seemed to satisfy him for the moment. I waited an appropriate time and then I texted, "be home in an hour." She showed him the text. "See baby? Plenty of time. Now, give me some of that sweet cum." She was clearly giving him her best, as she said she always will. For that moment, she belonged to him. She worked him for a few more minutes until I saw his eyes roll back in his head and he started pumping his cum into my girlfriend's sweet mouth. I saw her savor it, every second, every drop, like she loves to do when pleasing cocks that way. She didn't let her mouth off his cock until she'd sucked it dry. "Wow," he gasped. "That was so fucking awesome, again." "I know," she giggled. " This could become a habit." He looked at her with some seriousness. "Look, I know about you and James. He told me how he's used you to suck him off, blackmail and all that. I can make him back off, if you need me to." She looked up at him. "He's been ok. He only wants his cock sucked because he has a girlfriend or something. It's cool, if it gets too much I'll tell you." "Ok," Josh said firmly. "Because I've kicked his ass plenty of times in the past and I'll do it again if I have to." "Mmm," she purred. "That's nice, my lover is protecting me from my blackmailer so that my boyfriend doesn't find out about either of them." "Yeah," Josh said. "I kind of feel sorry for DJ now. I mean, you are so fucking sexy and incredible." "What makes you think he doesn't get to enjoy it, too?" "I don't know," he said. "But I can't imagine he'd like what I just did to you, what James and I have both done to you." I saw her avert his gaze. I knew it was because she was trying to avoid giving our game away. I'm sure he just saw it as shameful embarrassment. It was time for them to go. Michelle dressed and walked with Josh down the patio steps. She stopped as she got hooked on something. I heard a rip. She laughed. An eye hook had snagged her pants and ripped them badly. I thought that was weird, she bugged me all the time about fixing that. I knew she knew it was there. Her yoga pants were thin as it was and now there was a swath cut across it like a slash from zorro. I saw her giggle and peel them off of her. She just untied her blouse and let it fall over her hips. It didn't even cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. She walked to his car with him. I saw him get in. Suddenly, I realized she was getting in his car, too. She was clad just in the blouse. "Of course," I remembered, he'd driven here, her car was probably at the bar. I hadn't even thought of it. I watched her head disappear under the dash as he pulled back down the driveway. She was going to clean his dick off while he drove. I got a call from her 15 minutes later. "Hi baby, I'm just leaving, be home in a minute. Did you see? I'm just wearing my blouse. I'm going to drive home like that." "I saw," I said. "You are so fucking hot." "HeeHee," she said. "Hey, I'm already at the bar, I wonder if Drake is working. I'm thinking why not kill two birds with one stone? I mean, I'm already here...." "Oh my god," I replied. "I'm kidding. I just wanted to make you sweat. I'm sweaty AND cum filled." "I know, it was awesome. You were right, I loved how you set it up, you are always right." "Mmm, I can taste him on my lips and my tummy is gurgling," she said. "That man cums so much." "I know you love that," I sighed. "I do," she purred. "My ass is still leaking and my tummy is full." "Did you make him cum a third time at the bar or something?" She laughed, "no, I tried, but he'd cum so hard twice already." "So you just drove back giving him head and that was it?" "Yes, oh, one more thing. He finally kissed me," she giggled. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, after he'd cum....let me see....twice in my pussy, twice in my mouth and once in my ass since Friday. He finally kissed me. I love how dirty that thought is. He's had me that many times and hasn't even had to kiss me. "I know," I sighed. "Probably just as wonderfully humiliating to you as having to face them at work is to me." "He kissed me like I was his girl. He told me he'd make sure I was taken care of from now on." "That fucker," I hissed. "You are my girl." "I am," she said softly. "But remember, when I'm with him, or whoever, I'm their girl. They get my best. As long as this game goes on, probably until you get a new assignment, I'm going to be his, too. I think it's probably only going to get worse..." she giggled, "or better....I'm coming home to suck you off now," she said. "I have to save my pussy for Drake tomorrow....unless...." she hesitated. She had an idea. "Unless I turn around and go back. What if I just knock on the back door like this, my ass not even covered and greet him like that and let him have me? Would you rather me do that? If I do, then you get to have my pussy tonight, after he's had it. How about that, I'll give you the choice. A blowjob tonight if I come right home, or, my pussy tonight, if and only if Drake gets into it first. " "Oh god, honey. I want that pussy so bad...." I whined. "I know you do..." she said with silky smoothness. "I'm slowing down..." "Fuck," I said. "Give me a second." I wanted her pussy so badly, especially after all we'd done, all I'd seen. I knew I'd tear that thing up. That's when I realized what I had to do. "Tell me baby, I'm stopped right here in the middle of the road. You don't want the police pulling me over, dressed like this....they'd probably arrest me, have me bent over the car in cuffs while people drove by....god, on second thought that sounds so hot, go ahead, take your time," she joked. "Come on home," I said softly. "Really? You know what that means, right? No pussy for you tonight?" "I know," I said reluctantly. "Why?" She wondered. "Because. I know I'd wear your pussy out tonight. I'm just so fucking hot for it. But, that would mean that you'd be in no shape to handle Drake tomorrow." "That's true," she said softly. "So you are saying you'd rather have Drake have my fresh, tight pussy than you? "Yes," I said remorsefully. "For our game, I believe it is what we need to do." "I think so too," she said. "I love your dirty, perverted mind." "It matches yours so well," I chuckled. I filled her sweet slutty mouth with my cum, all the while thinking wistfully of how I wouldn't get that pussy now until Drake was done with it. "Oh well", I thought. I'd only have to wait one day for it. {End of Michelle and my Coworkers- part 3. Look for part 4 soon!} Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 04 {Michelle and my Coworkers-part4. Wife/girlfriend sharing haters avoid this at all costs, reading it is pointless for you.} * "My ass is so sore," Michelle cooed as I cradled her in my arms after she sucked me off. "I can imagine. I saw how Josh fucked it," I said. "You saw how big his cock is, too, didn't you?" She teased. "I've never had a cock that big in my ass before." She was just pushing the knife in and out of me. She knew how it hurt me but delighted me at the same time. "How big do you think Drake is?" I asked, not even sure I wanted to know the answer. "Mmm," she said instinctively before answering. "I really don't know, honestly, he said it's big but you know how guys are." "You say he's older, big and fat? How big?" "I didn't say fat, he's got a bit of a pot belly, maybe. But, it looks like everything else on him is muscle. He's about, oh, 6'2". He's thick, even his neck is thick. I'm betting he played football or something. I doubt he's much older, probably in his early to mid forties. Calling him fat? You sound jealous already and he hasn't even fucked me yet," she chuckled. "I just want to know," I said. "I don't usually get to see you perform, I like to have good visuals to imagine it. That's why the thing with Josh was so awesome....to actually be able to see it...." "I know," she sighed. "I knew you'd love that, especially knowing he was going to get my ass. I knew I had to make it special for you, too." "It was," I sighed. "I could also see you got off on it, I saw you orgasm at least once when he was inside your ass." "Yes, that was incredible, I've never cum with a cock in my ass before," she said dreamily before realizing how I might take it. "It's ok, I know you are just giving them your best, as you always do," I said reassuringly. She looked at the clock, it was 2am Wednesday. "Yes, and Drake is going to be getting my best in almost exactly a day." She was right, she was going to meet him at his bar at closing in the early hours of Thursday, at 2:30am. "Have you thought about it yet?" I wondered. "What do you plan to do?" She was exhausted. She yawned her answer. "I really haven't had any time to think lately, just fuck and suck. I don't need to do the planning, though, I leave that up to them now. That's been the incredible part. They tell me what they are going to do to me. Honestly, I might have started to get bored with them if there wasn't that element to it. James, "blackmailing me, Josh making me beg him to fuck my ass....and then Drake telling me what he was going to do to me when we were on the phone. He wasn't asking what I wanted, he was telling me what he was going to do. That's why I can't stop any of this, why I don't want to. I've never had it like this before. It has opened a need in me." I went to bed with an odd mental battle going on between the carnal pleasure I was receiving vs the anxiety of having to deal with the pleasure she was giving others. Work was the same on that Wednesday. There were many sly, furtive glances my direction. I just blocked it all out. James came by just before lunch and asked me cryptically what I was doing at lunch time. I was swamped with work since I'd take the day off on Tuesday. I told him I would be stuck there working through lunch. He just smirked a, "that's too bad," and walked briskly out. When he left I looked up and wondered if I should follow him like I did on Monday. Just then Michelle texted me. "I'm going to fellate young James again," she wrote. "I hope you don't mind." She knew it didn't matter. She was building herself up with her teasing, it gets her hotter. When I didn't answer she texted back. "So, no one on that end cares that his girlfriend is naked and waiting in the front foyer for her oral loving blackmailer to show up in his car to get his cock sucked?" "That fucker," I hissed. "That's why he asked what I was doing for lunch. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going home." "Of course I care, baby," I wrote. "I just can't stop you even if I wanted to." "No, you really can't," she typed. "But I know you also don't want me to stop. I set up something special for you, since you've been such a good boy." Naturally she didn't tell me what it was even though I bugged her through dinner about it. She told me she was saving it, "for later, when I needed it." I went to bed early, I was still tired from the night before but I slept restlessly. Michelle had napped during the day knowing she'd be up late on this night. I awoke several times to see her getting dressed and primping in front of the mirror. I could smell her perfume, it was intoxicating. I knew that soon, some strange black guy she barely met would have that scent all over him. I had a hard time falling back asleep but somehow I managed. I awoke to Michelle kissing me on the cheek. "I'll be home when I can, baby. I hooked up the camera to the TV. That's your surprise, if you can't sleep, maybe it'll help you pass the time." I saw she had on her long coat, she flashed me, she was naked underneath, save her high heels. She had promised Drake that she'd drive to him like that, in just her heels to meet him. I had wondered if she had remembered that fact. She darted off, she looked nervous, like an anxious teenaged girl on prom night. I knew it was something different for her. She'd never had a black guy before, that fact alone wasn't such a big deal. But, he was not her normal sexual "type" either. She liked thin and fit guys, she liked young guys and this guy was neither. I stumbled out of bed to see her leave. "Are you sure about this, baby?" I asked. "I mean, he might not even be there. He probably just thinks it's just some white woman's fantasy and that you'll back out." She smirked. "I ain't backing out, though. Plus, he saw me with Josh that night. I doubt there's anything he doesn't think I'm capable of." "But he's big, fat...." I started to remind her. "How is that even going to work? He'll crush you." "Oh, I'm sure we'll be able to work it out....er, in. I'm sure we'll find a way to work it in," she giggled. She leaned over to kiss me. She whispered in my ear, "some thick, muscular old black guy's balls are going to be slapping up against your girlfriend's pussy." With that thought she turned and started walking out the door. I wanted to turn the tables on her, if just a bit. She still had her coat on. "Michelle?" I said. "Yes?" She said, acting as if she was irritated to be delayed in her quest to get her fucking. "Your coat. I thought you promised him that you'd drive there in just your heels to meet him." I saw her face redden. I'd caught her. I knew her plan. She was going to drive wearing coat, then ditch it when she arrived. She gave me a dirty, playfully angry glance. "Hand it over, missy," I instructed. "Are you sure?" She asked. "What if I get pulled over?" She said, feigning resistance. "You should've thought of that before you promised to do it." "I know," she whined, "but seriously...." "Seriously, give me your coat. If you get pulled over you'll make some policeman's day," I chuckled. "It's 2:30 am, just keep your lights on, stay in your lane and don't speed and you'll be fine. It's only about 2 miles anyway." "Gawd, I'm so hot right now," she said softly. "Because of the coat thing?" I asked. "Yes,that, and what I'm going to have to do. Not having the control over any of it is making my pussy so wet. I've never been in this situation before. Josh fucking me how he wants, James having my mouth on call, and now....some black guy I just met, going to god knows what..." Reluctantly she handed me her coat. I whistled at her nudity. She was a fucking vision. She turned with a scowl and walked out. I watched that sweet ass sashay to her car and pull out of our driveway. She disappeared. My heart was thumping, no way I'd be able to sleep now until this was over. I remember the "surprise" waiting for me with the TV. She'd hooked up our camera to the TV. I pushed play. She'd made a recording. She'd obviously put the camera on the windowsill, pointed at the driveway. On the screen I saw a car pull up in our drive. It was James. He was at our house to get his "nooner." I cursed him under my breath. I had to catch that breath when I saw Michelle, nude, walking to him. The camera was capturing her from behind in all her glory. She was naked outside, in midday in our driveway, walking to meet one of her lovers. We have a long, winding driveway and usually it would take someone paying particular attention to that part of the driveway for one to see anything, but this was noon, and she was completely bare. It was certainly not out of the realm of possibility that someone driving by could see something, or even that the neighbor nearest to us might spy something out their kitchen window. I think she liked that risk, she was into public nudity and sex more than I was. I watched her approach him. She had just the right zoom on the camera. I'll bet she practiced with it first to make sure it was just right. I saw her walk up to the car. His window was down. She leaned in. I saw him playing with her gorgeous tits. I saw her back arch, almost like a cat. I was betting he was tweaking her sensitive nipples at that moment. I saw them talking but naturally couldn't hear anything. I saw them discussing something. Michelle kept shaking her head, "no." Finally, she just opened his door and dropped to her knees. She pulled his legs out so that his feet were on the ground outside the car but he was still sitting. She was going to suck him off this way, on camera, just for me! I watched her work on his cock. It was mostly from behind, but there was just enough of the side to occasionally see it go in and out of her mouth. I also got to watch her glorious ass sway as she blew him. It was intoxicating. I saw him start to buck against her face. He held her head firmly as he started cumming in her mouth. I saw her fighting to take it. He came and soon after her head flew back, she was gasping for air and coughing. "That fucker," I thought. He had held her head down as she deepthroated him and gagged her. I saw her chest heave repeatedly as she coughed. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. I saw her turn around and walk back towards the camera. She was smiling! She gave the camera a wink as I saw James eyeballing her ass the whole walk back to the house. I heard her say into the microphone, "yeah, he fucking gagged me, can you believe it?" Then I heard her murmur, just as the camera clicked off, I swear she said faintly, "I fucking love that..." I watched that over and over. Ok, so then I was rock hard and it was only an hour since Michelle left. I knew I'd be no good to anyone if I didn't sleep so I forced myself back into bed. I awoke from a sex dream to the sound of Michelle's car pulling up. It was 5:30. It was time to get up for work, anyway. She was a beautiful mess. Her wonderfully long, red hair was tangled and matted and ratty looking. She was wearing a long, leather coat which I didn't recognize. It was a man's coat, anyway. She was buzzed, I could smell it and see it in her eyes. "So, lover, you wanna fuck?" She slurred. I opened her coat to examine her. Her nipples were red. They'd definitely gotten some attention. I know how much she loves that. I turned her around, her ass was beet red and raw. Her hand was covering one of her cheeks. She saw my questioning glance. "Now don't get mad," she said in her semi-drunken state. "It's just temporary. I just thought you'd like it...." she giggled. She took her hand away. Written on her ass cheek in black marker was, "Cock slut." It looked like a tattoo, it was written with a flair, almost an old english font. "Fuck," I said. "It's not permanent," she said giddily, "I just knew you'd loooove it." "Wow, is all I can say, really. So, are you? Are you a Cock slut now?" I wondered aloud. She laughed wickedly through her buzz, "I've always been a Cock slut. I certainly was tonight, that's for sure. So, you wanna fuck me or not?" I felt like I was just another toy for her to play with. Drinking makes her hornier, for sure, at least for a couple hours, then it just tires her. I wondered when she'd be crashing. "It's ok baby," I said. "I have to go to work soon anyway." I stepped back. She was having none of it. "Oh no, Mr. You are going to hear all about it and then you are going to fuck this sloppy pussy. "But," I stammered. She didn't let me finish. She pushed me back so that I fell back in the kitchen chair. She straddled me immediately and guided herself onto my hard dick. "Ohhh," I groaned as I felt its heat envelope me. She started grinding on me. "Mmm, feel it baby? Feel this sloppy pussy?" "Yesss," I moaned as I tried to match her rhythm. "This is what my pussy feels like when it has been stretched with a big, fat black cock," she said with her head thrown back like she was taming a bull. "You called him fat. I guess he is. He's a lot older than I thought too, he's 51. His old, fat cock split your girlfriend's pussy open," she taunted. She ground it on me in circular motions. "Feel that? Feel how open it is? You are longer, but he's so much fucking wider, feel how he stretched me out?" "Fuck," I managed to choke out, "I feel it baby, it still feels so fucking good." "Yeah, that's what he said, he said my little white cunt feels good on his dick, too. You like that? You like him calling me his white cunt? Because I was, I was his cunt tonight, his cunt to use." She was driving me crazy. She could sense that. She saw in my eyes that I was nearly boiling over. She jumped off me and clamped her hand around my cock tightly. "Oh no, mister. You are not cumming yet. Not until you hear how your girlfriend got fucked." "Ohhh," I groaned. "Please..." She kept her hand clamped around my cock, it was no use. She looked up at me. "So, you thought it was cute taking my coat from me. Ok, fair enough, I promised him that, too. Still, sometimes you amaze me. You can't stand the thought of Josh fucking me but you've sent me out several times now to make it happen. You can't stand the humiliation of having to suck James but you've even watched me do it. Then, you say you worry about things getting out of hand but you still make me go meet some big brute of a black guy, wearing just my heels. You know how dangerous that is?" "Yes," I said remorsefully. "It's also totally fucking hot," she whispered as she put her mouth over the head of my cock. She sucked it back to a state of excitement. She climbed back on my cock, facing me, her beautiful tits free for me to fondle. I tugged on her nipples. "Oh yeah, fuck," she said through gritted teeth. "That fucking hurts, they are so sore," She moaned. I stopped. She almost shrieked. "Don't you stop! Don't you fucking stop!" She made me take them in my fingers again. She pushed on the outsides of my fingers, showing me how hard she wanted it. She groaned when I complied. "Yes, that's how he treated my nipples, baby, like they were his little toys and they were, they were all his," she panted. "So I had to drive there in just my heels because of you. I almost wanted to get pulled over. I almost wanted to be taken to jail naked, just so you'd have to come get me and bail out your naked slut. I thought about weaving in traffic, hoping to get pulled over but I knew I wanted some black cock first. That's right baby, black cock. Your little red haired, irish girlfriend had black cock in her tonight. How's that sound?" I was trying to focus hard on not cumming she was working my cock so good with her pussy. "Did you like it?" I wondered. "No," she giggled. "I loved it. I loved it because it was thick, I loved it because he knew what to do with it and I especially loved that it was black. It made me feel like I was racist or something not doing it before." "You aren't racist," I stuttered, trying to maintain control. "Maybe I am," she said with intensity as she ground my cock so wonderfully. "I mean, if he'd been the exact guy. The same age, the same body, the same cock, would I think it was all that special? I couldn't help it, it was just because he was black and that I was just some dirty little white girl letting him fuck me that made it awesome." I was losing control again. I nearly screamed when she jumped off me again and clamped my cock tightly. "No, you aren't cumming, not yet, not until you hear how I got used. So, I drove up in my heels. I was a little early but I was excited, you know. I had to wait ten minutes, I played with my pussy during that time. I swear I was soaked. Finally, I got myself so worked up that I just got out of the car and marched to the back door like that. Someday we need to have you, or maybe hire a photographer to film of all of this, as it happens. It'd be like our own sexual reality show. Wouldn't that be awesome?" "Yes," I groaned in frustration. She stroked my cock up and down slowly, making sure I wasn't going to spurt. Then she climbed back on. "Did you fuck him like this?" I grunted as she raised herself slowly up and down on my shaft. "Yes, and more, but hush, let me tell you the story." I could see a faint ripple going through her as her eyes were closed. She was having one of her many mini orgasms. "Then tell me," I croaked, "and let me burst." "I will, but without all these interruptions," she said. She disappeared for a minute. She came back with one of my ties. She tied my hands behind my back around the chair. Then she winked at me as she put one of her balled up used panties in my mouth and duct taped it to keep it in place. Then, she got off me and alternated between sucking me, and jacking me while she related what happened. She related the story, this time without interruption: {Michelle} I knocked on the door. No one answered at first. I thought about what you said, that maybe he'd think it was a just some white girl's fantasy. I knocked louder. I was so wet I might've been banging, I don't know. But, the door swung open. I nearly fainted, there were four black guys besides Drake sitting around on couches in the back room. I wanted to turn and run but I was frozen. I heard them muttering appreciatively. "Damn, Drake, you were right. That bitch is fucking fine!" Said one of them. I started stammering and backing away. Drake stepped out with me, he grabbed me by the arm. It wasn't a rough grab, it felt more reassuring than anything. He said, "listen darling. I didn't plan this. I was hoping they'd leave earlier but the manager kept us here late, usually he'd have let us all go by now." "But...Drake....I'm...." I said, I couldn't even get the words out, I was stammering. "Naked? Scared?" He said, searching for my words. I nodded, it was all I could do. He said, "I didn't even expect you to show, and certainly not like this," as he stroked his hand down my nakedness. I think he noticed that I didn't back away or flinch from his touch. His hand stroked down my ribs to my waist. Then he pulled me close to him. My face was in his massive chest. His big hands swept around me and caressed my ass and my hips. I collapsed into him. I could hear the guys from inside, Drake felt me tense up. "Listen," he said firmly. "I'm the man here. They all know it. Nothing happens to you here that you don't want. Go back to your car if you want and wait. I'll kick these no good mothers out of here and we can get back to what you came here for. You came here just like you promised. That means you want the rest of it too...." he said gazing into my eyes. "Yes," I said with a blush that must've been visible for blocks. "Damn, girl, you are so fucking beautiful. Those guys inside have never seen anything like this that they didn't have to pay for or see in movies." Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 04 "You really think so?" I asked a bit less nervously. "You think I'm beautiful? You think they all think that too?" "Damn right, didn't you hear them? They'd have kicked the door down after you if I hadn't threatened to kick every one of their pitiful asses. They barely got a glance at you and they were already drooling." "So you didn't plan for them all to be here to see me?" "Hell no, I want you all for myself. Oh, you mean you think I set you up to get gang banged or something?" "No, well, yeah, kind of. That's what scared me." "No way, honey. I'm not like that. If a woman isn't willing, she isn't available." "Good to know," I said with relief. He was openly fondling me now. That's when he started pinching my erect nipples. He was making me dance on my tippy toes I was getting so worked up. He made me admit that I was loving it and kept making it harder until I screamed that I loved it. "Go on, go back to your car. Wait until I come back out. You won't back out will you?" he asked. I could see he was fearful of losing his chance with me. I took his big hand and I guided it to my pussy. He could feel how drenched I was. He was satisfied with that answer. I was so hot, honey. I was so fucking worked up thinking of how I drove there to meet him in just heels. I was thinking about how he was so big, thick and black and I don't know, maybe I was a little mad at you too, for making me go through with it. I know you were just trying to humiliate me and tease me like I do with you. That's why we both love it so much. We're both so good at it. But now I was there, and under his control. "I am a little surprised you are so easily embarrassed, though," Drake teased. "Especially after watching Josh fuck you all over the parking lot the other day. I'd have thought some guys ogling you would be low on your embarrassment scale." "Well, I do love the public exhibition and sex thing, normally. But I was just so surprised...." "Yeah, I would think you'd like guys seeing your perfect titties," he said appreciatively and he caressed them. "I do," I purred. "And that ass, oh my god, girl, it's the best," he muttered while his hands roamed over my cheeks freely. Those guys in there ain't seen nothing like this. I'd love to see their faces again, ogling you," he laughed. He had his meaty hands cupped on my ass cheeks. He had said the magic words. He wanted to see it. "Ok," I said. "So, you say you can control those guys?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "I could kick all four of their asses together. Why?" I remember blushing when I asked this, but I was looking at the ground in shame when I said, "So you are saying you want them to get a closer, longer look at me?" He grinned broadly. "I did say that, yes." I added, "it would only be looking? Promise you can make sure of that?" "Absolutely," he said with macho pride. He was in control. I no longer was. I've told you how hot that thought is to me, not being the one to control the action. I took his big hand in mine. I let him pull me back in through the door. This time their chants were louder and more profane as I stepped inside. I was in their den now, in just my heels, everything I had was on display. Drake guided me in by my hand. He spun me around like I was a model, so that they could all see everything I had. Drake announced, "the little lady is willing to give you guys a little show, but just like in the club, there will be no touching or I'll beat you senseless." The quietness in the air signaled their acceptance of the deal. "Put on some music," Drake told one. He turned on the stereo, it was some 70s disco. I started to dance. I remember bumping and grinding to "Love to love you baby." I had my hands on the floor and my ass was shaking right in their faces. They were fucking loving it. Drake was just sitting back in an armchair, loving it, like he was the king. I shimmied up to him. I gave him a lap dance that I'm sure the others will always remember. I slid down on him, my tits dragged down over his face first, then his big chest, finally over his crotch. I could feel his bulge. I took it in my hand through the material and put my tits on either side of it, like he was tit fucking me. I could feel their eyes on my ass, which was facing them. I couldn't tell if they could see my wetness but I could feel the cool air fanning over me. I could swear it was glistening and that they could tell. One of them asked. "Drake, is this for real or is she just some hooker you bought?" I knew I was hardly be in a position to be offended, but I responded. "Did I even bring a purse?" I giggled. "So why are you here then, doing this?" another asked. "I'm here to let Drake fuck me silly," I purred. They just oohed at that. "How do we know that?" one of them asked. "You still just look like a paid stripper to me." I could see Drake start to get mad and get up. I playfully pushed him down. I winked at him. I kept dancing on him but now I started to undo his belt buckle. I heard them get quiet again. I took out his cock. "Mmm," like I said, it was so beautiful and thick. I took it in my mouth. The guys started hooting again. It was so wild, I finally had a black cock in my mouth and I was surrounded by black guys watching. I thought of you then, honey, I thought of how much I wanted you to see me. I was still kind of scared that I'd be gang raped or something. Well, honestly, at that point I knew it wouldn't be gang rape, it'd just be a gang bang. I can't say because I was so fucking worked up that I probably qualified as willing. I kept blowing him while his work friends cheered. Even if I was a stripper they had to admit at least I put out. "Are you sure you are ok with this?" Drake whispered in my ear. "No," I answered as I let his cock pop out of my mouth. "I'd be more ok with you fucking me raw like you promised. I pulled him back over me by his shirt until I was on my back on the rug and he was kneeling over me. He was panting. His cock was pointing at me, it was thick and ready. "I want you to fuck me like this," I said in his ear. "Fuck my little, tight, white pussy while your friends can only watch." I knew this stroked his ego. He grinned. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it on my wet slit. "Damn, this bitch is so fucking wet," he moaned. "Yesss," I moaned, "I'm wet for you. Fuck me, fuck this pussy, fuck my cunt like you promised." He slid into me. I think my gasping is what made his friends cackle with laughter. "Look at the bitch, she can't handle that big black monster." I took offense to that, I bucked into him, allowing him all the way in, even though I had to keep gasping while it stretched to fit. They had circled us now. They were urging us on. "Fuck that white bitch, fuck her good," they were chanting. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight," Drake said in appreciation. "Loosen it up then, baby. Fuck it good. Fuck my cunt." He loved that I called it a cunt. He pounded me harder. "Yeah, that's what it is, just a tight fucking wet cunt." "Yeah baby, give it to me," I moaned. I was starting to cum. The guys just got a kick at that. "Look at that white ho cumming on Drake's dick," they laughed. I couldn't help it. The whole thing had me so worked up. I'm sure they could smell how worked up I was. "Fuck my cunt, baby, fuck it, use it, tear it up, own it," I begged. I was like a madwoman, I could feel an orgasm rising again. "Yeah, I do own it, whose cunt is it?" He panted, he was getting close. "It's yours, baby, it's your cunt. Fuck it good," I said while his friends nearly lost their minds watching it all happen. I had to include them somehow. I whispered something to Drake. He stopped, reluctantly. He motioned for each of them. One guy each took a foot and spread my legs wide. You know I was a former gymnast, I can still do the splits, I urged them to open me all the way up. They were fucking giddy as my pussy was opened fully for them to see. The two others each held my hands down over my head. I was now spread and helpless. "Now fuck this cunt like you mean it," I growled. Drake needed no more urging, he tore my pussy up. His friends held me open and I had no defense against his thick cock as it stretched me as wide as I could be stretched. I could feel Drake near the point of no return and I wanted to cum when he did. I asked the two guys who were holding my hands down to use their other hands to pull my nipples as Drake fucked me. They didn't hesitate. I groaned under their touch. They still held me down with their other hands which made it all hotter. I couldn't stop them, or Drake from taking me. "No," I groaned to the guys attending to my nipples. "Harder.....no....harder....I mean it....try to lift me off the ground by my nipples...." I came with a resounding crash almost instantly after they did as they were instructed, and just as Drake filled my split open pussy with his cum. The men hollered their approval. Drake pulled out of me and I finally got to close my legs. I just laid there on the rug, naked, filled with cum while the men sat back on their couches in awe. I was lost in a daze. I mindlessly ran my hands over my tits and down to my pussy and fingered my wetness while they watched. I had my eyes half closed but I knew they were all staring. I increased the intensity. I could feel how sloppy wet I was from my own excitement now mixed with his cum. I bit my lip as another orgasm crashed over me. Truly, at that moment, I thought I'd be devoured by four different black guys. My legs were open, I was dripping cum. I couldn't, nor wouldn't have tried to stop them. Drake however, took charge. "Ok bitches, the show is over," he roughly said. They complained but quickly filed out the door. Only one stayed. I was guessing he was Drake's best friend. His name was Ollie. Ollie said, "damn girl, that was one incredible show." I was still naked on the floor on my back. I could only smile meekly and say thanks. "Your skin is incredible, so smooth and white. You ever thought of getting a tattoo?" I laughed. "Sure, but I'm afraid of the permanent nature of it." Turns out he was a tattoo artist. Him and Drake shot the shit for a few minutes while I layed across Drake's big lap like I was his pet, which, I guess I was. Ollie kept ogling my ass. "A tattoo would look so good on that ass, girl," he said with some exasperation at not being able to hit that. I looked at Drake, "Is he any good?" "He's the best there is," Drake said with pride. "What would you put on my ass anyway?" I giggled. "I don't know, a bird, a flower, truthfully anything would look good on that thing," he joked. I looked at Drake. He was nodding. "How about writing? Would writing look good there?" I asked with some intention. I wanted to do something for you, just to tease you. "Hell yeah," Ollie said. "I can't think of anything I could write back there that wouldn't be totally hot." "What would it look like?" I asked. "Writing, I mean. Do you do it fancy?" "Yes, I can do it any style you like," Ollie asked, now intrigued. "You say he's good?" I asked Drake again. He nodded. I went to the nearby desk and rummaged through it. I found a black felt tip marker. I threw it at Ollie. "Show me," I challenged. "Show me how good you are." He looked at me funny. I bent over his waist and allowed him full access to my behind. "I want you to write, "Cock slut," on there, in whatever way you think shows your ability. He said, "um, ok. But you realize these markers don't come off for days, right?" I said, "Probably longer, but yes. Cock slut, please." I heard Drake just chuckling. My head was near Drake's lap. I made him scoot closer. I took out his cock and cleaned him and sucked him while his friend worked his magic on my ass. It turned out beautifully, don't you think?" {DJ}: Michelle finally looked at me for the first time since starting her story. I could only nod, I still had her panties in my mouth and the duct tape on. She laughed cruelly. She ripped it off me and pulled the panties out. "Tell me, isn't it fucking beautiful?" I could only choke out a, "yes." It really was beautiful, I'm sure it only looked so since I knew it wasn't permanent. She knew what I was thinking. "Don't worry, I'd never get that tattooed on me without telling you," she smiled sweetly. "I just wanted to make sure that it lasted awhile so you could see that your girlfriend truly was a cock slut. I almost had him write, "Black Cock slut on my ass, just because that's what I was, just a black cock slut for him. I didn't because I didn't want to have to explain it to Josh or James. If I was free of them you'd see the words, "Black cock slut," written on my ass. "You'd want that on you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I just wanted to hear her say it. It was ramping up the excitement for both of us. "I'd want it on me for him, yes. I'd want him to see it when he's pounding me from behind. That I'm a black cock slut, his cock slut," she purred. "But you and I know that I'm not just a black cock slut, I'm just a cock slut, period." "Yes, but won't Josh and James still ask, when they see it? "Of course, I'll just tell them that you did it as a fantasy without you knowing that I actually was being a cock slut for everybody." Just the way she said everybody made me shiver. It was so humiliating, yet sexually invigorating. "So you didn't fuck anyone else, just Drake?" I asked. "Nope, but like I said, that was all up to Drake, because if he'd allowed it I'm sure I'd still be on my back on that rug with my legs spread." "Wow," I managed to say. "I know, this game has gotten so deep so fast," she said with only a hint of concern. "I've never been gang banged before. I had no intention of it happening when I went there." "I know," I said. "But you'd never had a black guy before either, or drove nude to meet them or fucked my coworkers, but now you've done all that. So....that's how it ended, you got your ass written on and you left?" "No. Ollie wanted me. His hand kept drifting between my legs while he wrote, he got his fingers in my wetness, I think Drake was allowing him that as a reward for writing that for me. I thought I'd be at least giving him a blowjob or something. I'd gotten Drake hard again with my sucking. I only stopped long enough to get up and admire my new "tat" in the mirror. Ollie left. It kind of surprised me. But, Drake was sitting there with his hard, thick cock in his hand. I just came up and....well....hell, I'll just show you." She climbed on me again. My hands were still tied behind me. She ground on me. "I just climbed on his big ol fat cock and I rode him like this. Uh Uh.....except he was thicker and I could feel him in places you aren't touching right now....uh uh....he was telling me I was his pussy, this was his cunt. I was telling him it was. I was his, I wanted to be his while he was fucking me. He kept asking me that now that I'd had black, would I be back? I promised him I'd be back. I'm not giving up cock of any color, but I promised him that he'd be splitting me open again soon. Unh Unh...." she said in a growl as she worked over my poor denied cock, it was becoming too much. She was grinding and humping me wildly. "Did you do it to him just like this?" I groaned. "Kind of, except it was harder to move on his cock because of how thick it was." She knew that she was torturing me, she didn't care, she knew it drove us both crazy. "I was begging him to cum in his little white slut. I told him I wanted his cum in me again." She drove herself to another orgasm. She drove me over the edge soon after. As I was cumming she was panting, " Yeah, that's how he came too, just like he was crazy with lust for me, yeah, he was filling your girlfriend's hole just like you are, can you feel it? Can you feel how sloppy and stretched I am? Ohhh, that's it, that's just how he did it." We both slumped in the chair. She finally released me. She slumped to the floor. She was a well fucked mess. She looked up at me. "I was laying on the rug after he came in me again, just like this. I could hear his friends, they were still outside. They must've been listening the whole time. Drake got up. I had just a quick thought of him just getting up, marching over to the door, opening it up and just letting whatever would happen, happen. I was just too scared. Drake walked me out later, the guys were gone. He kissed me for a long time, he fingered me, he got one of those thick fingers in my ass and he made me dance on it. I can't imagine that thickness fucking my ass but I'm pretty sure it's going to happen." "Really?" I said in wonder. "Yeah," she sighed. "He took his finger out of my ass and I grabbed it and licked and sucked his finger. He said, "wow, I'd tap that ass so hard." "I know you would, and I'd want you to," I blushed. "I just don't know how I'd be able to deny him, in the heat of it all, you know? I mean, I'd just be too hot to stop him. I thought about his kissing. I thought about how he'd seen me naked, fucking Josh, how I'd driven to him in just heels. I'd sucked and fucked him and danced for his friends and how he'd cum in me twice before kissing me. It's become a theme." "I know, I can tell you like that thought, that you are just a big fucking slut to allow them to use you before kissing you." "Yeah. So Drake made me promise him we'd do it again. I couldn't tell him when, I mean I don't even know since Josh and James are going to have me going all the time." "So how did you end it?" I wondered. "He just told me to call him again, like before. Then, he joked, "or you could just show up like that again and knock on the door at 2:30 am. "What did you say to that?" I asked. I said, "yes, this was so fucking awesome, Drake, how we did it this time. I want to do it again just like that.....will your friends be there again?" He shook his head. "Do you want them to be there? I'm not sure I can control them now after the show you put on. Would you want them there, knowing that?" "It was so awesome how you were in control this time....I'm really not sure," I said blushing scarlet in shame. "You are really going to drive home naked like that?" He asked. "I drove here like this, silly." "What if you get pulled over?" he asked with concern. "Then I'd get bent over the trunk of a cop car, and cuffed," I joked. "You'd probably like that," Drake said. ""Fuck, that'd be awesome," I admitted. "I'm a security guard too, I've got my own cuffs." "Fuck," I hissed. "Why didn't you say so, you could've used them on me tonight. Instead of having the guys hold me you could've just cuffed me and taken me like that." "You'd want that?" "Yessss," I admitted lustily. "Next time, then," he said forcefully. "Call me and we'll work out how we'll do it." He got me so worked up I wanted him again. He brought me his leather coat, that's the one I wore home, he said he didn't want me arrested or cuffed until HE did it," she laughed through half closed eyes. She was starting to crash with fatigue. I asked, "So you'd have wanted to be cuffed instead, tonight?" She cooed sleepily, "Yesss." "Even with the guys there? Wouldn't that be dangerous?" "I guess, maybe...." she shrugged sleepily. "Drake wouldn't let anything terrible happen I don't think. But, just the thought that I might not be able to stop what happens, it's that feeling that drives me crazy. This is all new to me, and us. I'm finding that I'm wet all the time. Honestly, hasn't this driven you crazy with lust, too? Hasn't it made our sex together even more incredible? I'm constantly on fire thinking about it. Maybe I need that danger. I guess I'm going to find out," she winked. Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 04 She fell asleep on the floor. I carried her to bed. I'd have loved to have curled up with her but I had to go to work. Yes, work. Now I was going to have to face THAT humiliation again. I had no idea what Josh, James, or now even Drake had in mind for my sweet Michelle. I didn't know if I could take the sexual tension for the next few months but I had an idea that I'd have to. {End of part four} Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 05 {Michelle and my Coworkers-part 5.....standard warning, "sex outside of relationship" haters stop reading now, you won't be able to handle it without losing your minds} * I made it through the week at my job, as torturous as it was with Josh and James there to remind me of what they were doing to my girlfriend behind my back. Josh hadn't fucked her since he took her ass and James hadn't had her mouth since the blowjob in the parking lot in back of work. I asked Michelle about it, why she hadn't heard from them. "Oh," she shrugged. "I've heard from them, always begging those two are. But, they haven't made any firm plans yet, that's why I haven't said anything." I winced when she said the word, "firm" in that sexual way, I know what she was thinking of. "In fact, since the thing with Drake I'm finding that I really need to be told what to do. I need to be instructed. It's so much hotter. I'm just waiting until they just tell me what to do and I'll have to do it." We had a nice dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. It was just a peaceful, quiet Friday night. I was beginning to forget what those are like. The feeling didn't last long. She got a text. She smiled a devious smile at me. "It's from Josh. Should I get it?" She asked demurely. She knew she was going to get it, she also know I wasn't to stop her. She just wanted me to be the one to have to say yes. "Yes, baby, what's it say?" "He is inviting me to a party tomorrow night. He said it's him and James and some of the people from your work and others. After a few back and forth texts she said, "oh wait, he's inviting both of us." She smiled at that. "Argh," I whined. "I just got through the week with those two." "Should I turn him down?" She asked dramatically sweetly. I knew that wasn't going to happen. I asked her to find out what he's got in mind. She texted back and forth for most of the rest of the meal while I played with my food. She was giggling and chuckling at the messages. She finally looked up at me. "He was wondering if I could get away alone. When I said I probably couldn't, that's when he invited us both. He said he had hoped I would come....hee hee...he spelled it "cum"...alone. I told him to figure something out. I wanted him to call the shots. I'm starting to not like it any other way. He came through, he said that he promises that I'll get some good fucking. He said he'll figure out something to do with you. I liked that, that he's planning a diversion of some kind for you, while he gets what he wants. Oh, it's a costume party, since Halloween is next week. He said he hoped I'd wear something sexy. I told him, well, duh." "I don't have any costume ideas," I said. "I do, for me," she cooed. "Josh told me what he'd be wearing. I have an sexy idea. Plus, this could be interesting since Josh and James will be together. Anything could happen," she winked. I knew that's exactly what she was hoping for. She kept me in the dark about her costume, of course. I kept bugging her for details about Josh's plans, I hated to think I was going to be the unwilling dupe. She told me he promised her that she'd be getting all she needed. He wouldn't even tell her what it was. She was excited by that, that he was making plans for her use without her say in it. She just teased me. "But you know he has to get you away from me so that anything can happen. So when it happens, you're going to do it, aren't you? You want this, too. I know you do. You want to fuck this slutty pussy or get this hot mouth when it's all done. I've seen how you've cum lately. You can't hide your excitement." "I know, that's all true," I admitted. "Still, I just hate those guys." "Why? Just cuz they all want to fuck me?" She teased as she danced around me provocatively. "No, yes, well, I don't know." She spent the afternoon the next day getting pampered at her spa again. I spent most of the time replaying the video of her sucking James off. I had plenty of time to think of what might happen, now that the two men were going to be together with her. I tried to shake off the thoughts of what they might do to her, while trying to avoid touching my embarrassing hard on I got from just thinking about it. I went to the cheap Halloween store and got my costume, it was just a cliched Lone ranger outfit. It had his white hat, the mask, and a cheesy western vest. I just don't have imagination for those kinds of things. She came home with several shopping bags and smiled sweetly. "Get your costume on, baby," she said with dripping sweetness. She knew how it all was affecting me. She disappeared for an hour. Finally she emerged. She had a black wig with bangs. At first I thought she was Cher. She punched me in the arm. "I'm Cleopatra!" She scoffed. She had on a gold dress or wrap, cut open down the front. It was draped around her, there weren't any buttons, there was just a black silky belt that held it together at her waist. The dress went down to just above her knees. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. I could only wonder about the panties. I already could tell how open it could get after just a little movement. I knew she knew that as well. She had on gold colored sandals. She had on bright pink lipstick. She said, "remember how you told me Cleopatra and egyptian women started wearing lipstick to advertise their love of giving head," she teased. "Are you advertising that as well?" I asked aloud. "I am, if someone is paying attention" she chuckled. "You think you'll be giving head then?" I asked, hoping to hear her plans. "I fucking hope so," she giggled. "Otherwise the point of this costume is lost." I started to ask who she thought was going to be the lucky recipient but I knew she'd just shut me down. She surprised me at the door. She told me we were going separately. Josh had instructed her to talk me into it. "How do we explain that?" I wondered. "I'll go first and tell them you had to pick up your costume. That'll give them a little time." "Time for what?" I asked. "Who knows," she smiled. "I don't even know." I followed behind her by about 15 minutes, as she instructed. When I arrived I saw she already had a half of a glass of wine in her hand. She was being chatted up by Josh, James. They were also surrounded by my boss Jim, Kevin, Bart and Charles, three of my other coworkers. I walked up to her and gave her a kiss, right in front of Josh and James, just to piss them off. She whispered in my ear, "don't get too cocky. Josh has already had his hands inside my dress. He found out I don't have panties, tee hee," she snickered. She saw my jaw open. "That's right," she whispered, "he's got your girlfriend's scent on his fingers." I stepped back, Josh was smirking at me even as he was shaking my hand. I couldn't help but wonder if it was the hand that was just fingering my girlfriend's pussy. I noticed he was wearing a Toga. I wondered if he was supposed to be John Belushi. Josh said, "so, Michelle here was just beginning to tell us about her outfit." She turned to me, "I told him it wasn't necessarily a topic for a public discussion but he insisted. You know how I always do what I'm told," she said while giving me a secret wink. The other guys also encouraged her. I knew the history well, I had told her about it. He was making her have to say it to them. I knew this was going to be embarrassing for her. I could also guess that she was starting to get wet because of it. She began. "Well, Cleopatra was well known for....um....something...." she blushed. "Tell us what," Josh probed. I figured he already knew, and that he also knew it was true about this Cleopatra as well. "She was good at fellatio," she said with embarrassment. They laughed at that, the way she said fellatio, like she was trying to cover up what it really was. They teased her about that, her face was red. She blurted out, "Ok ok, she loved giving head!" I knew where this discussion would lead which worried me, but at the moment I liked that it was her experiencing a little of that wonderful humiliation of our game. Her blurting out the word, " head" just made them more raucous in their teasing of her. When they finally calmed down Josh made her continue. "The legend behind the lipstick is that egyptian women like me, Cleopatra, used to wear it in order to advertise their love of...." she hesitated, before steeling herself and saying, "sucking cock." They all laughed and nudged each other. The next obvious question hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity, before my boss Jim, said, "so does your lipstick mean the same thing?" Everyone laughed, like it was a joke, it let us escape for a few moments. I pulled her aside. "What happened with Josh?" I asked, knowing we didn't have much time before they'd somehow get me out of the picture. "Oh, he just met me at the door, walked me past everyone, pulled me into the back hallway and ran his hands all over me. Like I said, he found out I didn't have underwear on," she giggled. "Oh, and he saw the "Cock Slut," written on my ass. He asked if it was for him," she giggled. "What's he going to do?" I wondered. "Probably whatever he wants," she smirked. "Oh, you mean with you, I have no idea but you'd better go along with it. Did you notice he had on a Toga? He was Marc Antony. Everyone got a kick out of that, that I was Cleopatra and he, not you, were her lover, Marc Antony. I think they thought it was just a coincidence, but no, I was the one who suggested it to Josh. He's such a devious one, I knew he'd like humiliating you behind your back like that. I'm sure he's got something wicked planned for me." "Because you want whatever it is, I can see that," I said, seeing her heightened state. "Yesss," she murmured. "He's being really sneaky. I have a good feeling about this. I feel like just a sex puppet...and I'm loving not knowing until I have to do it." They actually left us alone for awhile while she drank some more wine. I could tell she was getting friskier, she kept looking around, almost as if she was expecting to get attacked. Finally, my boss, Jim walked up to me. He pulled me aside. He told me about the account I was working on and how the numbers weren't adding up for him. I realized that this was the planned ruse almost immediately. I'm a perfectionist with numbers, there was no fucking way any of them were wrong. He kept insisting that both Josh and James had found errors in my math. Those fuckers! So that was their idea. He finally he told me to go to the office and get the original file. I knew that would take me some time, obviously whoever put him up to that knew it as well. I looked around, Cleopatra had disappeared. I didn't see Josh or James either. I sighed. I knew it was my fate. I drove to the office. On my way Michelle texted me, "See baby? Isn't it good that we drove two cars, that way you can fix your work fuckup and I can stay here and party." "Fuckers," I texted. "I didn't fuck anything up." "Does it even really matter?" she wrote, as if bored with my complaints. "They did what they needed to do, now I'll have to do what they need me to do, as well. You don't hear me complaining about it, do you?" She was such a fucking tease. I wondered where she was, I could only imagine it at the moment. She texted again, "so, all your work buddies wanted to know more about Cleopatra's sexual history. I had to tell them about the legend that she sucked off 100 Roman noblemen in one night." I was rueing ever telling her about Cleopatra. I sighed. I was already at the office. I knew I could be back in about 15 minutes. I texted her and told her that. She texted back, "um, probably not a good idea. Josh thinks he's out of red wine for me, care to pick me up some at the party store? Oh, and drive slow," she teased. "Seriously, don't go over 25 mph." I was nearly back and I texted her to let her know, so as to not walk in on anything. Her response was, "honey, I'm sorry but I'm going to be busy. Can't talk right now. Don't come back. I'll cover for you, see you soon!" I wondered how I could explain this to my boss, not coming back the file but I figured she didn't care at that moment. She was being controlled by her own libido. I tried one more time to reach her. I asked what she was doing. She wrote back tersely, "what we talked about before, busy! Ttyl!" She staggered in just past midnight. I was surprised she was back so early. She reeked of alcohol, sweat and sex. "I only have a few minutes," she said, shushing me when I started to ask why. She giggled. "They really liked the Cleopatra theme," she smiled. She went back to her story, she was obviously rushing it. {Michelle}: They loved the idea of having their own Cleopatra while you were off running errands. I've just got a minute, I have to be quick. I just wanted you to hear it. So Josh and James pulled me into the basement, past the crowd. I could barely keep my dress on. Your boss was by his wife, he winked as they pulled me past them. I could see his wife huff when she saw me. I'm just some dirty whore to her, no doubt, she has no idea who I am, though. They pulled me down into the basement. It was off limits to everyone else at the party. Josh said not to worry, he'd locked it from inside. He said he'd told everyone to keep the basement door shut so as not to let the cat out. I saw his black cat skirt quickly across the floor as we descended the stairs. Josh pulled my dress off. They took turns pawing me, fingering me roughly. They had me dancing on their wet fingers I was so worked up." "What are you going to do to me?" I begged. His breathing was rapid now. He pinched my nipples hard. "We're going to use you," Josh said with a lusty smile. "Just like you like it." I thought, "damn, he knows me so well already." I could see how he was taking charge, how he was leading things. It was Josh who had the final say. He'd set all this up for me....I mean us. The basement is one of those unfinished ones with the boards and pipes showing on the ceiling. I just held my arms up and grabbed one of the water pipes while they fondled and finger fucked me good. They were in my pussy and my ass, I was bucking back and forth on their hands. "We both knew what kind of slut you were," Josh said. "Even at that first party before we had you. We both said how we were going to nail you. It was a competition. We both wanted to be first, we didn't know we'd both be having you." "And now that you do?" I cooed willingly. "Well I for one am going to fuck the hell out of you," Josh smiled cockily. "James can have your mouth or whatever." "It is tempting," I heard James say with some awe behind me. "Plus, my girlfriend and I are kind of on the outs at the moment...." "How are you going to take me?" I asked Josh breathlessly. I was so ready for it, my wetness was soaking their fingers. "Just like you want it, Cleopatra," he said huskily. "What would Cleopatra do right now?" I took my hands down and I pushed Josh backwards towards the couch. I pulled James over all well. I had them both sit next to each other. I pulled my dress on but let my tits spill out so they could see them. I took out the little pink lipstick I 'd stashed inside the dress. I slathered it on in front of them. They knew what that meant. It was Cleopatra's signal. Then, I remembered what you said about me being naked when sucking someone off but I wanted it like this, like I was dressed like Cleopatra. I also realized the loophole was that I only needed to be naked if I sucked someone off. I figured at least Josh would be getting off in some other way. Josh smiled when he saw me pulled my dress back on. "You really dig this Cleopatra stuff, don't you?" "Yesss," I moaned as I dropped to my knees. They both already had their cocks out. I started sucking on Josh. He was the dominant one, I knew he should get my mouth first. "That's it, my egyptian queen, suck our cocks," he said gruffly. "Use just your mouth," he urged. When I kept cheating he took my belt and tied my hands behind my back so that they could just feel my mouth on them. I alternated back and forth on their cocks. James looked down at me while I was sucking him. You really are a fellatrix, just like Cleopatra, aren't you? You really dig this stuff." I nodded, his cock still firmly implanted in my mouth. I wanted to savor every moment. Josh was stroking his own cock at the time. "I know we aren't 100 Roman soldiers, but it seems you are enjoying this, Cleopatra." "Mmm," I cooed. "I am her. Treat me like you would've with her. I want to be her." "Man..." James gasped as I released his cock so I could go back to Josh's, "...could you really like it like she did?" I stopped for a moment. "I don't know what she was really like," I admitted. "But I have to guess that I love it at least as much as she did. I can't imagine anyone who likes sucking cocks as much as I do." I went back to Josh's cock and smothered it with kisses and licks, just to show them how much I enjoy it. "Let me convince you," I urged. "Make me be your cock sucking egyptian queen. Make me prove to you that I'm truly her." He knew what I was inferring. "And not just tonight either, right? You want me to make you prove it from now on?" Josh said as he pulled my head into his cock firmly. "Mmm, yes," I answered, lost in lust. Michelle stopped her story. She looked around, she was looking for something. "Fuck, this is taking too long already," she cursed. "I can't finish this, yet," she said. "But I'm about to burst," I whined. "I gotta fucking have it." "You aren't going to jack off are you?" She said with some disdain. "I don't know, you can't leave me like this," I moaned. "You're right I can't," she snickered. She left for a moment, only to return with a set of our favorite fur line handcuffs. She cuffed me to the chair, my hands behind my back. "I'll be back when I can, don't go anywhere," she joked. She disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before walking behind me. She kissed me on the neck. I strained to kiss her back, to see her go. "Why do you have to go?" I whined. "I'll tell you later," she huffed impatiently. "They don't even know I'm gone yet, hopefully." "Have they fucked you yet? At least tell me that much. Have you gotten them off?" I begged. "No fucking yet," she purred like a cat. "But yes, I've got young James' cum in my tummy. He does love your Cleopatra's mouth," she chuckled softly. "I know Josh has other plans for me." She disappeared, leaving me tied up and panting for it. I knew I could probably escape and wriggle out of the cuffs and the chair. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I also knew she wouldn't want me to. I was only able to wait a few minutes before I struggled out of the cuffs and stroked my cock. That was probably more agonizing because I knew I didn't want to cum until I was with her. My frustration only increased. She called me about an hour later. "Ok honey, I fixed your work fuckup. I brought the file to your boss, that's why I actually came home earlier," she giggled. "It wasn't just to tease you." She was obviously feeling a good buzz. "It turns out Josh and James had changed some of your numbers, just to give them the opportunity to send you away from the party. I had Josh fix the numbers before I gave Jim the file like I promised....as well as something else," she said giddily. "Josh told me I owed him a big favor." "What favor?" I asked with irritation. "He tried to get me in trouble with the boss and now he wants a favor from you too? Have you fucked him, or anyone since you went back?" "Yessss," she said, with lust. "I'll tell you about it in a few minutes. I'll be right home. I have a problem though....I'll have to tell you about it when I get there. I think only you can solve it. Oh, and aren't you the naughty boy, how did you even answer the phone when you are supposed to be tied up?" Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 05 She knew she'd caught me, she obviously had known I couldn't resist touching myself when she was gone. "I'll have to do something about that when I get home, as well," she said with sexy wickedness. "Those cuffs had better be in place when I get there." She hung up abruptly. I recuffed myself and waited. It took longer than the ten minutes it should've taken. She arrived, her dress was barely clinging to her. Her belt was only making a half-hearted attempt to keep her ample tits in. She marched right to me. She had a lustful fire in her eyes. "What took you so long?" I panted. "I'm so on fire right now I could burst." {Michelle went back to her erotic story telling}: I was still putting out your work fires. Jim caught me coming out of the basement, full of Josh and James' cum. Your boss is quite the demanding one, isn't he? Turns out it wasn't enough that I retrieved your file for you. He was mad at you. He thought it was very irresponsible that you didn't come back with the file, after he'd sent you. I told him I'd get it but that wasn't quite enough for him. He made me ask him what I could do to "smooth things over," with you. I could tell he kind of knew what I'd been doing in that basement. I'd just got off the phone with you. I'd meant to leave right then but he pressed me for an answer. "Turns out there weren't any errors in the file after all," I said, hoping to get away. "No, and he'd better be glad at that. What I'm mad about is that I sent him to do something and he never came back." "Oh, that was my fault," I told him. "He said he'd had too much to drink and didn't feel well. I didn't want him driving all over like that. I told him to just go sleep it off. Don't blame him, blame me. You really shouldn't punish him." He looked at me with a knowing glance. "So it's you I should punish, then?" He asked probingly. "Yes," I said sweetly. "Even though we're in this game up to our necks, there's no way I want it to interfere with your career. I was going to make sure that didn't happen." "Would you like to discuss my punishment further? Say, in the basement? Can you get away?" I looked around for his wife. I saw her jawing away with someone. He gave me a wolfish grin. "I'll get Josh on it." He left for a moment. I saw him whispering to Josh. Josh went over to Jim's wife and starting talking. Jim snuck back over to me. "I got Josh to start telling some of his famous dirty stories. My wife is a total prude with me, but she does love hearing about how other people do it." He pulled me into the basement. "Now what should I do with you, young lady?" He asked rhetorically. "Your boyfriend is an excellent worker, but the fact that he'd do what you wanted instead of me doesn't bode well for his career. What should we do about that? Do you control him, or do I?" He asked. "Who is in charge?" "You are," I whimpered. "His dominance was making me fall hard into my submissive role. I stood there awkwardly. I didn't know what to do. His gaze was burning a hole through me. I figured it out. I figured what he wanted. I dropped my wrap to the ground and stood there naked in front of him, showing him that he was in charge. He was making me do it with just his glare. His hands started to roam all over my nakedness. He didn't let me respond. He made me clasp my hands behind my back which allowed him full access to my tits and my pussy. He pulled my nipples roughly, just to make me squirm. He was showing me he was in charge. He got his fingers in my pussy, then he made me lick them off. "I don't have a lot of time," he said ruefully. "Or you'd get punished properly. But, I'm a patient man, you'll be available again. But for now, bend over that table, young lady." I gasped. Just the way he said it, the way he demanded it. I think I leaked a little down my inner thighs at that. I bent over the table. I knew what he was going to do. He spanked me. He spanked me hard. "This is to remind you who is in charge," he said between swats. I was muffling screams, then groans as he reddened my ass. "As long as DJ is an employee of mine I control him, not you, got it?" "Yes, sir," I moaned. "I'll make sure he toes the line," I promised. "Good, because otherwise I'll stripe your ass every single time. I can assure you of that," he said, now panting. He stopped swatting me. My ass was on fire. You know how wet that makes me, especially how he was treating me. He fingered me again. He just smirked at my wetness. "I've got to return to my fat wife," he said. "Don't you want to punish this pussy too, sir?" I said. He could've slipped into me without resistance I was so wet. I wiggled my ass for him to entice him. He sighed. "I'd love to, but like I said, if my wife notices I'm gone there will be hell to pay. I may control DJ, and you, but she would cut off my balls if she knew what I was doing. Her family owns the business that I run. We must always keep this secret. But, there will be times I can get away. I think we can continue our "discussions" then." I promised him we would. He said, "Oh. One last thing. In return for Josh holding my wife at bay I promised that I'd ask you something for him. He wanted me to use my influence with you to make sure it happens." "What is it, sir?" I asked. I was still panting with excitement. "He mentioned our company Halloween party. It's just the end of the day party we have at the office on Thursday, the actual Halloween. He just mentioned that I strongly should consider asking you to join us. It's always been a hard and fast rule that there are no wives or girlfriends, so he is asking me for an exemption." I was on fire. I was being controlled by Josh, James, Drake, now Jim, in his way. He turned me around. "You will be there, right?" "Yes, sir," I said submissively. "What about DJ? I may have a little fun but he and I are together, and that's the way it'll stay. He mustn't know." He smiled. "I'm the boss. Don't worry about it." He turned to walk out but remembered something. "Oh, and Josh said for you to wear your Cleopatra outfit. It will be on Halloween, after all." I'm sure not just my ass was red at that moment. He left me beautifully shamed and dripping. {Michelle stopped her story to look at me}. She turned around to show me how Jim and reddened and bruised her incredible ass. She dropped to her knees and started stroking my cock. I could only gasp. It had been so hard for so long, it was incredibly sensitive now. She looked up at me. "Poor baby, your cock is so fucking hard." "Yes," I whined. "I've got to have your pussy soon." "Mmm, oh yeah, my sore pussy. It got worked over pretty good in the basement." "Really?" I said. I knew I had to hold out long enough for her to tell me about it. "Yes, where did I leave off with Josh and James?" "You were sucking them in the basement. Your hands were bound behind you and they were making you be their cock sucking Cleopatra," I groaned as she stroked me slowly, with long, firm strokes. "Oh yeah," she giggled. "Well, I only sucked off James. It was his turn in my mouth and he started to buck into my mouth, like he likes to do. Josh was urging me on. "Yeah, let him cum in Cleopatra's mouth. Show him how much you love sucking cock." "Mmm," I purred. "I really do." "We both know you do," Josh said. "Now that we know that you are going to have to live up to your legend." "I want that," I begged. "Make me prove it." I slid the dress off of me, leaving me naked, as you always wish when I suck guys cum out of their balls." "I think that drove James over the edge. He filled his queen's mouth with his cum. They both laughed at how I kept sucking on his cock after he came. They thought it was funny how I drained him of his cum without ever taking my mouth off of it. Their only proof that I even taken any cum at all was when I opened my mouth to show them, before gulping it down gleefully. They know, baby. They know now how to use me like their own Cleopatra." "Fuck," I hissed as she unintentionally started stroking me faster as her excitement increased with the telling of it all. She gripped my cock hard to slow me down. "Not yet, mister," she said cruelly. "So, Josh stood me up. He took the belt and tied it around my hands, this time in front. He looped the other end over one of the pipes on the ceiling. I was dangling nude on my tiptoes in front of them. James started fondling me from behind while Josh did from the front. Mmm, two men, baby, two men's hands were all over, and in me. They had me dancing on their fingers again. I love doing that dance. Josh's were in my drenched pussy and James' were in my ass. Or maybe James were in my ass and....oh, whatever. They had me dancing on my tip toes as I helplessly dangled from the ceiling. "Well, I don't know about you but I'm getting some pussy," Josh growled. He lifted up my legs. James helped raise me. Josh positioned me so that his cock was angled to meet my pussy. He slid into me. I'm sure the people upstairs heard my groans. I wrapped my legs around him. It was like a sex swing. He fucked me like that while he and James held me up. The black cat must've been startled, maybe by my groans but it darted across the floor and under the couch. "Bad pussy," James joked. "Are you talking about the cat, or me?" I chuckled. Josh broke in, "no, this is good pussy. It's fucking awesome pussy." "He was moaning himself. I think all the buildup and the prior cock sucking had gotten him too worked up to take his time. He had me swinging into his cock while James helped guide me, back and forth onto his magnificent cock like a seesaw. I really was kind of disappointed that I didn't feel James' cock in my ass at the same time. That would've been fucking awesome but I was beginning to realize that was all up to Josh now. He was the one in charge. I think he wanted my ass all for himself. He thinks he owns it now." "Anyway, it was too much for him to take, my wetness engulfing his dick over and over. He filled your slut with so much fucking cum it came running out of me onto the floor since my legs were still splayed wide for him as he softened in me. They fell back on the couch, exhausted. They left me hanging, Josh's cum dripping out of me, down my legs, onto my sandals, joining the pool of cum on the concrete that had already dripped there as I was hanging. Josh took out his phone and snapped picture after of picture of me dangling naked like that, dripping his cum." "I should show these to DJ," he snickered. "I doubt he's ever seen you so filled before." "Noo,!" I shrieked. "He mustn't ever know!" " I knew you already did, or would, after I told you about it. But, I knew the game we were playing would end when the truth came out. I don't want the game to end yet, I'm having so much fun playing." She saw my pained expression. "I know you are worried. Don't worry so much. I've come home twice tonight for you. When this is over you and I will be in some other city playing some other new game. This our game for now. We wanted to jump over our former boundaries and experience this. I'm digging it. I found out how much I've learned about my needs, especially about being made to do things. And look at you, look at how turned out you are by it. I know your words deny it, but your actions, and your cock, tell me otherwise. When this is over you and only you will have me. It won't be Josh, James, Jim...or even Drake..." she giggled, when she thought of her black lover. Michelle looked back at me as she licked and teased the head of my cock with her tongue. She was looking at my reaction to what she was telling me. "I can tell someone else likes the game," she giggled to me as she stroked my cock, which was now as hard as iron. "Look at how hard you get. Look at how excited you are by all this. See? We're both the same, we're both so on fire right now by everything that is happening." I didn't even bother denying it. I needed to cum. She was controlling me with that knowledge. She again squeezed my cock agonizingly so that I couldn't cum yet. "Josh finally let me down after awhile. It was humiliating having to stand there like that, naked, hands tied above me while they just ogled me freely and talked about me like I was a slut and I wasn't even there." "Can you believe that chick?" Josh asked James. "Can you believe how into the whole Cleopatra thing? I've got an idea I've got to run by the boss later." "He whispered it to James, they didn't let me hear. They just smirked at me and laughed. I was just a hanging, cum dripping slut for them to ridicule. I can't tell you how how that was making me. Finally, they let me go. That's when I went upstairs and ran into Jim and, well, you know that part." I was groaning and begging her for release from her incessant teasing. "Don't worry baby, you'll be shooting in a minute, I'm sure," she giggled. "But, you have to solve something for me first. Remember I told you I had a problem that I think only you can solve?" "Yesss, what is it?" I moaned as I tried to buck harder on her hand, it was no use. She was controlling the speed and intensity of the action. "Well, you know how I'm kind of being controlled by more than one guy now?" "Yes, baby," I panted. "Josh, mostly. James with your mouth....and maybe Jim....? "Don't forget Drake," she said to my shock. I'd temporarily forgotten about him. She saw my look. "Yes, that's my problem. I guess this thought didn't occur to me, or maybe you either. But, with more than one man getting me to promise them things I never considered what would happen if they overlap." She saw my eyebrows raise. "That's my problem, the one you need to solve. I was in the basement after Jim spanked me. I was sitting there, dripping, waiting for an appropriate time to return to the party when Drake texted me. It just said, "2:30am, you promised a return trip, the door is always open." "Fuck," I hissed. My cock jerked at that thought. "But why is that a problem? You already have been well fucked, and controlled, just as you like it." "Because, I've just gotten them to the point of telling me what to do, I'm not fucking that up by not keeping my word," she said with some irritation. "That's not the whole problem, though. The problem is, after being fucked downstairs I spent time with Josh at the party. I think the people that didn't know us would've thought Josh and I were the couple. After all, we were dressed as Antony and Cleopatra. He just added to that illusion by keeping me under his arm. Like I said, he thinks he owns me now, he was letting everyone else know, too." "Michelle, baby, I got to cum. My balls are starting to ache, please...." I begged. "Getting blue balls are you?" she giggled as she let her tongue dart across the tip of my cock. "Isn't that funny?" she teased. "Isn't it funny how Josh, James, Drake...none of them have blue balls around your girlfriend. Seems like only you have that problem." "It's not funny!" I moaned. "Yes it is," she purred. "Don't you see? Don't you see how worked up you are over all of this? Do you think you'd be this worked up any other way? No. You are worked up because there are now some men out there using your girlfriend like she is their own personal slut." "Michelle," I said, nearly screaming as her thumb softly teased the head of my cock. She got up. She pulled her wrap open. She straddled me. I was dying to touch her but I couldn't because my hands were still restrained. She just slid my cock over her wet opening. She didn't let it slide in, she just slid the tip over her slit. I was nearly crying for it. She just went on with her dilemma. "So, there's Drake's text and.....Josh treating me like his girlfriend at the party. He pulled me aside and told me he wanted me to spend the night with him. I asked him if he was crazy. "Admit it, you want it," he said cockily. "You want your Marc Antony to hold you down and fuck you tonight, over and over, until you've satisfied me. Isn't that how you want it? Don't you want to make sure I'm fully satisfied before you leave?" "You know he had me there. That was one of your rules. Don't leave until you've drained their balls.....that's what you told me I have to do. What's a girl to do? He clearly wasn't done yet. I was his pussy, I think everyone at the party knew it too, they could all see him with his hands all over me, under my dress, as he tried to convince me to stay." "I asked him what I was supposed to do about you. He shrugged. It irritated him just to have to think of you." "I don't care," he snarled. "But, I want you to spend the night with me so I can fuck you until I no longer can't. If you want to back out or not be a woman of your word, then so be it. I'm telling you that I expect you in my bed all night after these people leave, tied to my bed with your silk belt while you wait for me. The real Cleopatra wouldn't have a problem with it," he said as he walked away. Michelle stopped sliding her pussy over me, much to my chagrin. "So, that's my problem. Drake obviously wants me to stop by and Josh wants me in his bed. Two men who I've promised to let have control over my body. I can't do both yet I don't want the game to be ruined by not keeping my word. What should I do?" She saw my agony. I was sweating, my face was red. "Oh, my poor boy," she teased. She let the head of my cock slip just inside her pussy, but just the head. She resisted my efforts to slide the rest in. She was driving me crazy, purposely. "You need to get off, and I need to solve this," she said as she used just the outer lips of her pussy to rub my cock. I'll let you cum in this pussy if you can come up with a way that I can be true to the game. You tell me what I should do." I had to cum. I'd have done anything at that point. I was boiling over. "The text from Drake just said that the door is always open at 2:30, right?" She slid her wetness over my cock, allowing the head to slip back in as a reward for trying to work her problem out. "Yes," she groaned. It was obviously turning her on, too. "And the Josh thing was pretty clear. He directly said to you that he expected you to be tied to his bed after the party, and to be there for the whole night, right?" "Yesss," she whispered under her breath. Her wetness was increasing, it was soaking the head of my cock. I'd have cum instantly had she just slid onto me at that moment, all the way to the base. She wasn't allowing that. "So you don't really have a problem at all," I said quickly. " Drake's text is open ended. He didn't demand anything of you, at least not at the moment. If he'd have said, "2:30 tonight, be there naked, just like before," then that would've been a problem. Drake's message left it open for it to be any night. You aren't going back on your word if it isn't tonight. Though, you did promise him a return trip so you will have to at some point." She increased her teasing humping of just the head of my cock. "Hmmm, I think you are right. But what about Josh? How can I spend all night with him without him realizing you are aware of it? How do I explain that?" "I need to cum so badly baby," I stammered. "Let me cum, please...." "Yes, you are so close. Just tell me how to wrap up that little detail and I'll let you cum in this pussy," she growled in my ear with lust "Please, baby, I'm so close..." I begged. "TELL me," she barked. "Tell me what I'm going to do to make sure I'm the slut you fucking wanted me to be, so that our game can continue. Look at how much you want it, as badly as I do. Fucking tell me and you get to fucking cum. I told Josh I was just going to the party store to get some more wine. I hadn't answered him one way or the other. Tell me what I'm going to do, tell me or I fucking swear I'll just leave you like this and start a whole new game!" She said with her own frustration. Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 05 I knew she was bluffing, she just wanted me to be the one instructing her. She removed the head of my cock from her wetness, it was to serve as motivation for me to finish this. "Go back to the party," I panted. She slipped my tip back inside her as a reward. "Slip away from him at some point as the party breaks up. Sneak into his bedroom, tie yourself to his bed. Become the Cleopatra to his Marc Antony. Let him find you like that, to show him your answer." She was squeezing my cockhead now with her vaginal muscles. I was so close. "But what about you? What do I tell him about you without ruining our secret? Our game is over if he ever knows that you know about everything." My head was about to explode, I felt as if my own cum had backed up so much it was filling my brain. "Tell him you went to get your wine but you snuck back home to check on me. Tell him that you brought me a cup of tea and broke up an Ambien in it." I could feel her pussy walls contract on my cock...I had to finish this before I finished in her. "He knows about how Ambien affects me, we've talked about it before. He knows if I take one I'm fucking out for the night." "Ohhhh, that's good," she cooed. "See baby? You are so fucking good at this, too. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it all. I'm going back to the party dressed as Cleopatra. Who knows who will still be there. Who knows how many people will want to find out about her abilities? Then, I'll tie myself to the bed and let Josh, er Antony have me all night. He will have me all night, too, baby, you know it. He's young and virile. You won't see your girlfriend until late morning, I'm sure. Isn't that humiliating? Look at how much you are loving it." I was hotter than I'd ever been, there was no denying it. I was ensuring my own humiliation with it all. I added just one more touch to seal the deal. "Tell him that as you watched me drink the spiked tea you told him you might want to go back to the party, and that it might go late. Tell him that I told you it was ok, tell him that I said I trusted those guys, they'll get a kick out of that," I said to my own shame. I was begging for her whole pussy. She just kept up the muscle massage of my cockhead. It was all too much. I started to scream that I was cumming, thinking she'd plant herself firmly on my cock. Instead, she made me cum like that. She held just the tip of my cock in her pussy and jacked my cum up into her with her hand. "Sorry baby," she giggled as I shot my built up load into the opening of her pussy. "I have to save my pussy for my lover." I think I spurted an extra couple times as she said that. She let my cum drip out of her onto my cock and groin. It had barely entered her, I got nearly the full load deposited back on me. She backed her way off me and stood up fully. "You look so cute like that," she teased. "Full of your own cum. I should take a picture of this and show Josh how only he gets his cum in my pussy tonight." I groaned. She just playfully shrugged. "Oh well, I'm sure with my hands tied to his bed I won't have time to be showing him pictures." She uncuffed me and left me there, still panting. She pulled on her outfit. She slathered on her lipstick again. She saw me looking, "it's a party, I'm Cleopatra. Who knows? Though I think they are planning something on Thursday for the office party, why else would they want Cleopatra back? I have a sneaking suspicion they are planning on adding a chapter to the Cleopatra legend. Oh, and Jim told me something funny. He said he set up a meeting for you with a client, that's he's sorry but you'll have to miss the best part of the party." She gave me a wicked smile and she left me there, dazed. {End of Michelle and the Coworkers-part5 , watch for another chapter, coming soon} Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 06 {Michelle and my Coworkers-part6} I awoke the next morning with Michelle standing over me. She was nude, wearing just her gold sandals from her costume the night before. She was facing away from me. I could see that the redness from Jim's spanking had started to turn to some purplish bruising. Her beautiful red long red hair was ridiculously askew as if it now doubled as a bee's nest. I saw marks on her tits, as well as between her thighs, like hickey marks. She had streaks of dried cum on her stomach up to her tits. Her eyes were beautiful, but droopy. She was on the phone. She turned when she heard me stir. She didn't say a word, she put the phone close to my ear so I could hear the conversation she was having. {Michelle}: " I made it home, no thanks to you...hee...he's still sleeping." {Josh}: "Good, though someday it won't matter, you'll just stay with me." {Michelle}: "You think so? Do you own me now?...giggle." {Josh}: "I own that pussy. Did you forget about last night already?" {Michelle}: "Are you kidding. I'm so sore down there I'm sure I'll always remember it!" {Josh}: "Like I said, I own it." {Michelle}: "You did last night, for sure." {Josh}: "Someday I won't have to ask this, but what about DJ? I marked you up pretty good. Won't he notice?" {Michelle}: "Don't worry about him. I don't have to give him any. I make him go a long time when I want to. I'll just make up some reason to be mad at him. I know, I'll just be mad at him for leaving me at the party." {Josh}: "Ha, for leaving you at the party so you could get fucked and act out some of your Cleopatra fetish? Plus, who knows what you and Jim did downstairs." {Michelle}: "Hee, he might want to own this pussy as well." {Josh}: "He's only the boss at work. You only have one owner, me." 'Just a minute," she told him and came to sit on the bed next to me. I could smell her sex....as well as the distinctive smell of spent sex. She kissed me deeply and probed me with her tongue freely while Josh talked. "I love you," she cooed. "Really?" I whispered. "It seems you now spend more time and interest with a new lover." She held the phone so he couldn't hear. "Listen, he fucks me, he owns my pussy for now, for sure. This is what we want. I don't even need to justify it anymore. This will play out, but let it play out. It's been fucking awesome so far, hasn't it?" I shrugged even though I knew she was right. I was in so deep now I was just afraid of losing it all. I love Michelle. I realized I loved her so much that if that was what she wanted I'd let her do it. I always knew losing her was a possibility. I let her go back to the conversation. "Back," she giggled to her lover. "I had to wait until he jumped in the shower. He wanted me to join him. I told him I was mad for leaving me at the party and that he wouldn't be getting that for awhile." "Good. I want to wear that pussy out so that it is shaped just for me. The less he gets you, the better," he said while I scowled. "In fact, I'd like it a lot if I hear from you during the week about how you are not letting him get any." "Are you telling me to not let him get any pussy?" She asked, waiting for instruction. "I'd like you to be fucking horny as hell by Thursday. I think it would be a great idea," he said, while I silently protested. "Tell me then." I could feel the burn of his laughter over the phone. "I'm telling you not to give that fucker any pussy until I say so," he said, probably not even realizing her commitment to her use. "Ok," she giggled. "No pussy for him for now." "You need your rest," he laughed. "Oh, Jim told me about asking you to attend our work party as Cleopatra." "God, you boys just can't get enough of her, can you?" She teased. "I asked him more for your sake. I know you want to be her. Don't worry, Thursday, you will be. In fact, when you get here, be Cleopatra. Don't be Michelle. Live it." "Mmm," she cooed. "That sounds so fucking good." "This can be your new life," Josh offered. "I own the bosses ear. I can make it possible that DJ either stays here forever, or, if you prefer, that he get moved somewhere out of your hair, forever." "Let's just plan on Thursday first," she joked. "I had a good time last night, my queen," he said. "See you Thursday?" he asked. "I had a good time servicing you, sir. You will see me Thursday." She hung up. "Gawd," she sighed. "Young guys are just so fucking insatiable." "Like you," I remarked. "That's probably why I like it," she smiled. "But no pussy until Thursday?" I whined. "How is that sharing the game?" "Hush," she teased. "Denial is going to drive you crazy. You should feel lucky I didn't make him say I can't suck you off either." I was out of the office most of Monday and Tuesday on sales pitches, which suited me just fine. I also had the peace of mind of knowing that Josh, James, or even my boss weren't taking advantage of her in my absence. They must've wanted her fully recovered from the party. They had something special planned for her, that was for sure. She hadn't heard from Drake since his last text. I knew she wasn't done there, though. She sucked me off on Monday. It seemed as if she was rewarding me for going along. By Tuesday though she resisted. She told me that I needed a couple days of buildup. She said that after the Thursday "thing" was over, I'd get some again. My boss, the fucker, did not tell me about the late Thursday afternoon meeting I was going to have outside the office until almost lunch on Thursday. I started to protest but he stood there looking at me like there was nothing I could do about it. At about 3pm the guys started gathering in the main office area. Drinks were already flowing, as was the custom at this party. The boss was completely on board with it. Most of the guys had on cheap masks or some typically lame excuse to wear something "scary" or gross. "No," I realized. "The only one with a real costume was going to be Cleopatra." I wondered when she'd get there. I think the guys also wondered if Cleo had even told me she was coming. It was all going to be a surprise. The boss finally came in and basically ushered me out. He gave me all sorts of ridiculous suggestions for the clients, even though he had to know that they were not going to sign on. It was a useless meeting, set up for the sole purpose of keeping me busy. I had several secrets on my side. Even Cleo didn't need to know about them. I left to the jeering of the guys. They were "good naturedly" heckling me about having to miss the party. There was Kevin, Charles, Bart, James, Josh, and Jim all waving me goodbye. They were all the guys that Michelle had regaled about the tales of Cleopatra. I left and drove to the meeting. I had my own plan. Minutes into it, and faced with obvious and totally expected resistance, I closed up my briefcase. "Look, we all know this is useless. You don't have what we want, we don't have what you want, let's just end this." They weren't expecting totally honesty, they were expecting a smooth, glib salesman pitch and that they'd have to peel my hand off their wallets. "Well, this is refreshing," said their leader. "Let me see your production list again." They talked it over for awhile. He came back, "Tell you what, on Monday, send me your "A" list, we'll see if there's anything we need." "Will do," I said as I walked out. I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes. "Damn, I'm good," I chuckled to myself. I hustled back to work. I'd hoped "it" hadn't started yet. I knew better than show up though. I'd be fired for sure AND, they'd probably still do whatever they were going to do with Michelle. I had another idea. There's a building directly across from my office, they were built in the day when there was very little space between them. I often looked across while I was working. Most of the businesses in this building were either permanently closed or closed for the evening. Directly across was that building's elevator area. I walked into that building and pushed the floor I needed. I walked out and snuck along the wall carefully. I looked around the brick wall to see into my office. No one was in there but my office light was on. My office is like a fishbowl, it is surrounded on three sides by glass window panels. The bottom three feet are drywall, the glass goes from that point to the ceiling. One advantage of my office is that I can see everything that goes on in the main area, it all happens directly in front of me. I knew that I could take advantage of that, at least. I peered beyond my office. Cleopatra was there already. She was being circled by the guys. At this point, they were all laughing, drinking and having a good time. I noticed she had on a different egyptian outfit. This one looked like a soft, sheer white robe, again tied at the waist with a gold belt. It looked soft, and it looked thin. I swear I could see her nipples pointing out from where I was. I saw her walk into my office. She pulled her phone out. She texted me, "I dont know where you are, but I wish you could watch what might happen. There will be a whole 'nother Cleopatra story after today....giggle." She had no idea I was watching. I think it was better that way. I'd see her as she was, how she wanted to be, without worrying about what I was thinking. I saw her pull out that seductive lipstick. It was a fire red this time. I saw her smack her lips delightedly when she saw herself in the mirror. My other secret came into play. I had a highly expensive motion sensor digital camera hidden in the bushy plant that Michelle had insisted I place in my office. For the first time, I was glad she did. What happened next I got from that high quality video and audio. You get what you pay for, it was worth every cent. Michelle's presence had triggered the camera. She was texting me. She giggled when she turned around and saw Kevin behind her in the office. "Hey cutie, cutting out on us already?" He asked. She was beautiful. The robe hugged her curves wonderfully. I could see her breasts heave. Her black wig was different, it was long and pulled into a long tail in the back, in her hair was an egyptian looking tiara. "I beg your pardon. Is that how you address a queen?" she said with some feigned irritation. "I'm sorry, your highness," he smiled while bowing. "I was just so awestruck with your beauty." "Ah, good cover," she chuckled. "What do you want?" She asked. I'm sure she knew. "The rest of us Romans had heard about your particular skill...." "What skill is that?" "The one you told us about at the party. They sent me to ask if that lipstick you're wearing is advertising that you love performing "fellatio," he said, using air quotes for it. He was mocking her use of the word the other day. "It does," she purred. "I absolutely love it. Did the "Romans" send you here to find out?" She said, air quoting it right back to him. "Yes," Kevin squeaked. He was nervous. He was in the presence of a master. "Then I don't think you should go back without proof," she said. She pulled him by his tie over to my chair. She knelt in front of him. She was going to do it right in my own office. She was going to give him head while he sat in my own chair. He had the chair turned away from the desk, it gave me the perfect view from the elevator lobby. It was from the side. I could see his cock going into her mouth and her beautiful body. Her tits were straining to spill out of her robe while she blew him. I saw her scoot out of her robe, letting it rest around her ankles. I hoped that it was for me and our "rule" but I suspected she just wanted him to see her full nakedness as she pleased him. He certainly sounded and looked pleased. He abruptly grunted and spurted into Cleopatra's mouth while she greedily gulped him up. He quickly zipped himself up and start to stumble out. I saw her smile and lick the cum off the corner of her mouth. "Make sure you tell them the legend is true!" She shouted as she giggled gleefully. I saw her reapply her lipstick. She wanted it to be fresh again. She pulled her robe back up just in time to see Charles standing at the doorway with a wry smile. "Yes?" She asked with a royal flair. It was all just a show. She'd only got her dress up over her shoulders. She didn't even have time to retrieve the belt. She was open for viewing. "I demand proof," he said with a grin. It seemed they'd developed a password. She grabbed him and pulled him to my chair. She let the robe drop. He took that opportunity to fondle her nakedness. She allowed him to feel her pussy with his fingers before I heard her gasp and pull away. She dropped in front of him and took his cock with her mouth. I watched her sexy tits sway while her mouth worked its magic on his cock. Her nipples stood out proudly. He rewarded her with his cum. It hadn't been ten minutes in my office, based on the time recorded on the video, and she already had two loads of cum down her throat. Again, she made sure her lips advertised her cock sucking prowess. I saw Josh appear in the doorway. "Already busy, are we?" he tsked. "I didn't even tell Kevin to get things started, he did that on his own. I had to adjust so that Charles would be ready," he joked. "Hey, there's something I want that I think you'll like, based on the other night." "What is it, lover?" She purred while he fondled her nakedness. "When we had you in the basement and we had your hands tied behind you, I really liked that." "Mmm, me too," she panted. "I liked it because you just had to use your mouth, not your hands. You had to use just your ability to suck cock to get James off. I think that shows that you are just like Cleopatra as much as anything. You can get guys off with just your mouth, not your hands. Are you up for that?" She just grinned. He knew what she wanted to hear. "In fact, I insist," he smiled lewdly. He took the belt and tied her hands behind her back. He kicked the robe to the side. "You won't be needing this anymore." He left with a shit eating grin. Bart showed up next. "I demand proof," he said, waiting for her to respond. "Oh, just sit down and take out your cock," she said with urgency. She carefully slid to her knees. She had to wait for him to get his cock out since she could no longer help. He took the liberty of twisting her nipples while her mouth was on him. She couldn't stop him because of her bound hands. I could see he was testing to see how hard she liked it. I think her found the right level because I heard the familiar breathy groan when it's right. He checked her pussy with his fingers for confirmation. I felt the stab of jealousy, knowing he was feeling her wetness and I wasn't. She sucked on him and used her magical tongue, but by the end he used her mouth like he was fucking it. I heard her start to gag a couple times. I remembered how much she liked that. I wondered how wet she was at that moment. I heard her slurping, choking, and smacking on his cock until he spurted into her. She popped it out and let some of it land on her face. I think she was surprised at how much he came. "I'll tell the others," Bart chuckled as he zipped up. "What... are you going...... to tell them? Cleopatra choked out. "I'm going to tell them that we have a cock sucking whore in DJ's office and they'd be stupid not to take advantage of the slut," he said. I had a suspicion that Josh was behind the wording of that. "Do me a favor," she begged. She was helpless. She needed his help for this next part. "My phone is on the desk. Take a picture of my face, like this, before it all drips off." He snatched up the phone in a heartbeat. He took a couple of her dripping his cum. "Make sure you show how much you got on me, don't forget what has dripped on your queen's tits," she urged. He was smiling the whole time. She looked up submissively and said. "Now take it and show them." "To them?" He asked. "All of them? Some of them have no idea you are back here doing this. I don't even know some of them." "Yes, all of them. Make sure they all see them and make sure you tell them what I did and how good it felt." "You know there like a dozen of us, including the boss." "How many did I tell you Cleopatra had in one night?" She asked. "Um, 100," he laughed. "Then I think you should listen to your queen and do as you are told," she scolded. He left quickly, with a smile. Jim was next. He snatched her off the floor with a firm yank. I saw him bend her over the desk, my desk and he started spanking her again while she at first giggled, then moaned, then begged. "Who is in control here?" He snarled. "You are, sir." She said with a sob. I saw her ass was an angry shade of red, matching her face. I knew her pussy must be swimming by now. "What am I to think of you?" He asked her. "First, I find you stumbling out of a basement, freshly fucked. Now you are in our office sucking cock after cock," he said with mock disdain. "You are to think that I'm a woman who is made to please strong men who take what they want?" "Good answer," he said smoothly. "Now bend the fuck over. I didn't pass it up at the party for a fucking blowjob, though I'll expect those like I expect your boyfriend's reports. Timely and perfectly done. Josh may be useful to me at work but I'll be damned if he's going to tell me what to do with a slut." I saw her bend over the desk, her hands resting on her reddened ass cheeks, bound in silk. He slipped up behind her and cupped her tits in his hands. He slid into her. I heard her groan her approval. "Oh god, yesss," she moaned. "I've wanted this since you basically begged me for it the other night," he growled. "I know," she whimpered. "You just needed time, you have it now." "I do," he said as he dipped into her with long, smooth strokes. "Who controls this pussy now?" He barked as he fucked her. "You do, sir. Punish it, punish your little pussy. Punish it hard for making you wait." He took her encouragement and increased his pace. He was pistoning in and out of her while yanking her dark wig backwards. He must've had a hold of her real hair as well. He used it to pull her deeper onto his dick. I saw her mouth open in a familiar "O" of orgasm. She came on his cock as he berated her. "Yeah, take that cock like the fucking slut you are," he grunted. "You like taking punishment? I like giving it out. I think we're both going to enjoy our times together. Josh is bugging me about sending DJ away someday and keeping you around. How's that sound?" She didn't answer, she was grunting as she just pushed back onto his cock enthusiastically. He was holding on for dear life. He couldn't hold it, he started cumming inside her. He held her hips firmly, as if he didn't want her to escape. He filled her completely. He humped her down slowly before pulling out. As he staggered back and zipped himself he growled to her, "next time I find you slutting around here, sucking cock I'm going to use my belt on you, understood?" He slapped her tit hard as if to get her attention. "Yes, sir," she sobbed. "I want you to punish this slut if I can't control my urges." He smiled. He liked how she responded to his leadership. I know he had much more in mind for her, he left her there, dripping his cum, tears staining her cheeks. Josh came in right after. "Sorry," he said. "He's the boss, at least at this office. I had to let him do it his way." She wept into his shoulder. "He spanked me so hard and then he....fucked just as hard." "I know," Josh said, "I saw. I think I also saw you cum, too. So don't try to play me," he cautioned with a wry smile. "I can't help it, I'm so fucking worked up, all the humiliating cock sucking....then this? I can't help myself sometimes," she begged. Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 06 "It's ok," Josh said. "How are you doing? Are you tired of being Cleopatra?" "How many have I sucked, three?" She wondered, her mind fuzzy after her thorough fucking. Josh said, "Kevin, Charles, Bart. Yes, three, Michelle." "I'm still hungry," she emphasized. "and I'm fucking Cleopatra," she said angrily. Josh smirked. "You know your little stunt with the cellphone pictures might get things a little out of control. I had only planned the guys from the party that already heard from you about Cleopatra. Now, you have double the number interested in sampling your charms. Do you really want that? Do you really want to suck that many cocks? He asked her. "I'm Cleopatra, I'm the queen of cock sucking," she said, stomping her foot in anger. "Would she, I mean should I stop at three?" "Suit yourself. Like I said, it's out of my hands then. I'm not going to step in, I can't control everyone." "Just send them one at a time and I'll be ok," Michelle said, now with an embarrassed peep, now that she realized what she had just signed up for. James came in next, he came in with a smile. He'd obviously waited until Josh, the Alpha, had left. "Wow," he said looking at her cum stained face. " I'm not used to seeing you with other guys cum on you. Your lipstick looks a mess, too." "I know," She whined, "Josh wanted me to not be able to use my hands but that means I also can't put more lipstick on. I feel like I'm cheating them of some of the Cleopatra experience." "I agree," said James. He untied her. He allowed her to apply her slut red lipstick again. She seemed pleased. He got up to leave. She stuck out her lip in a pout. "Don't you want your cock sucked?" "I do, but I'll wait, I have my reasons." "Shouldn't you tie me back up?" "Do you want that?" He asked sincerely. "I guess I do. I love being tied up and made to suck cock. Plus, Josh is right, I have to please them with just my mouth, I can't cheat and just jack them with my hand. I think it's what I need to do to prove that I'm a good cocksucker." "Ok," he said as he shrugged. He bound her hands behind her again. "Can you just check on me...you know...after?" She asked. "The lipstick thing?" He nodded. He took the lipstick in his hand and walked out. Another guy soon followed. He was one of those young white punks who thinks he's Eminem. His hat was on sideways. "I heard there's an egyptian cock sucking whore back here draining guys cocks." He whistled long and loudly when he saw her standing there naked. I recognized him as one of the delivery drivers to our office. She was working on support staff now. "Nice to meet you too," Michelle smiled. "Listen whore, I'm not here for chit chat, are you sucking cock or what?" She lowered her eyes in submission. "Yes, I'm here to suck your cock, sir." She dropped to her knees right there in the doorway and started sucking him. "Those guys were talking about this whore sucking their cocks and I'm like, no fucking way." He panted as I saw his cock glistening each time it slid out of her talented mouth. "But then I saw the pictures and I'm like, fuck, I want some of that, too." She popped her head off of him for a moment. "Is it as good as they are saying?" He grabbed her hair roughly and jammed his cock down her throat to its base. "Like I said," he said urgently. "I didn't come here for chit chat, I came here to shoot my cum down some slut bitches mouth." Only then did he allow her to slide back off of him to breathe. She choked repeatedly. He just laughed. "What kind of cock sucking whore can't deepthroat?" He said tauntingly. She recovered quickly. "I can deepthroat, sir. I was just surprised...." she said as tears dripped down her face from being gagged. "Show me, show me how you can deepthroat, whore, or I'll go back and tell them all that they shouldn't waste their time." She pulled off of him and took a deep breath. He punished her by twisting her puffy nipples hard. I could see her wince and let out a yelp. I saw Michelle take a deep breath and then slowly work her way all the way down his shaft. She held it there a few seconds before sliding back up and taking her mouth off of it. "Get that fucking mouth back on my cock, Cleopatra," he said sarcastically. She was writhing around on her knees due to his rough treatment of her nipples. "I'm pretty sure you don't want me to stop, do you?" "Nooo," she moaned as he yanked her nipples again. "I didn't think so," he said smugly. He slapped her tits as they hung freely. I saw her wince, but double her efforts on his cock. "I think Cleopatra likes having her tits played with roughly, doesn't she?" "Mmm hmmm," she moaned, her mouth still trying to please his cock. "Tell me what you want me to do to you while you are getting me off with your slut mouth." "Slap my titties until they are red, sir," she managed to blurt out, between sucks. "Then make me take that while you give me your cum." She went down deep on him and did it again, then again, then again. Her nose was more often buried in his pubes than it wasn't. "Ah, that's it," he moaned. "Just like that. Are you going to be a good little cock sucker and take it deep when I cum and let me just pump it into you like that?" She slid back down and kept her eyes on him the whole time as if urging him on. She held it there, then slid off of him. "Do it," she hissed. "Shoot it into me like that, you fucker. Hold my head if you need to." Her poor tits and nipples must've been screaming by the time he unloaded into her pretty mouth. He had her dancing on her knees as the slaps were fast and furious, especially in the excitement of orgasm. He jammed his cock roughly all the way into her throat as he dumped his cum in her. I doubt it even touched her tonsils, he was so deep. He made her thank him for "letting" her suck him off. I saw from the camera angle the angry redness growing on her tits. I know it just added to the fire in her pussy. "That was better," he teased cruelly. "I didn't even really have to hold your head that time." He pulled himself together. "Fuck, whore, that was awesome, I have to admit. Here, take my card. I host bachelor parties and frat parties, stuff like that. I could use entertainment like you." He tossed it at her dismissively. It hit her in her cum stained face before hitting the ground. He walked out, whistling. James came in. "Wow, I saw that. Are you ok?" She looked up at him dreamily. "You watched?" He nodded. He reapplied the lipstick himself, he was in a hurry to beat the next guy that was coming. It went on overly thick, it just made her look like more of a slut than she already was. "I've watched the last couple," he said with obvious excitement. "Are you ok, that last guy was kind of mean...and rough." "Yesss," she said softly. "Don't you see how excited that makes me? I like that you are watching. I want you to keep watching me." "I think you need to be able to defend yourself, if it gets out of hand," he said. He was hinting at untying her. "Maybe I'd like it to get out of hand," she giggled. "No, I need to feel helpless. I need to have to please. Plus, it's Josh's idea. I don't want to cheat him. How many more are there? How many more Romans want their cock sucked?" James said, "I'm not sure, there are still guys out there partying. A couple I don't even recognize. I don't know how many want that, however. Some left, probably didn't want to cheat on their wives or girlfriends or whatever." "Like you," she chuckled. "You certainly make it difficult," he said as he adjusted his pants. He left just as Josh returned to her. He wanted it fast. He used her mouth like a fuck toy. She had to oblige, bound as she was. He liked it better that way. He came in her slut mouth with a howl. "I guess I've been neglecting some of your charms," he chuckled. "I'll make sure that doesn't happen again." He left her alone. Another man entered. She still had Josh's cum clinging onto her chin when she took this new man's cum in her mouth. I didn't know him. There was only one left, it was James. He came in as she lay in a pile on the floor, her tummy full of the cum of six men. "Did you watch?" she asked. She couldn't even see him. She just knew he was there. "Yes," he said. "I saw all but the first one." "Did you see that one guy who made me deepthroat him?" "Yes, the delivery guy, Ken. I almost thought Josh and I would have to come in and kick his ass but I saw how it...well...affected you so I didn't." "I'm glad you didn't," she said softly. "He knew what he wanted so he just took it. That's what I'm here for. Men just need to realize it." She knelt so she was facing him. She was facing the camera. She had the sweat of sucking all those cocks on her. Cum was drying everywhere on her. She was a hot mess. "Can I suck you now?" She pleaded. "Are you even sure you can handle any more?" He asked with some concern. "I don't know, I might puke," she giggled. "I think I'll be burping up cum or not eating for a week. But yes, I want your cum in me, too," she purred. She took out his cock and leisurely sucked him like she hadn't sucked a cock in months. She savored it. She made sure he enjoyed it, it wasn't about her pleasure this time, it was about his. His head was back and his mouth was open, he was getting lost in the pleasure. "Michelle," he said urgently. "What?" She asked sweetly. I noticed he was the only one she didn't correct into calling her Cleopatra. "When this is all over....when you finally get tired of this....or us....whatever...." "Who says I'll get tired?" she smiled. "You will," he sighed. "But Michelle..." Yes?" she said as she lovingly teased his cock with her mouth. "Before this is all over. I want that pussy....just one time....before you are gone for good." "Just once?" She giggled. "I'm serious," James said, his orgasm now imminent. "I want you to promise me that you'll let me fuck that pussy, once, but only when you decide you are done with all of this." "I promise, baby." She looked up at him as she blew him. I knew that he was looking into those soft, wonderful eyes as she sucked him. He rewarded her with his cum. She licked it up like it was honey. He untied her. Reluctantly he walked out, as she dressed. She texted me, "I did it baby, I knew I could. I now am Cleopatra." Josh and James took her out for a drink after. I snuck into my office and retrieved the camera, the building was dark. I could smell the sex in my office. They weren't even going to clean it up. There were the remnants of all those loads on my carpet, no doubt. I know it was just another humiliation they wanted me to suffer. I went home and watched parts of the video over and over. She stumbled in late. She was shocked when I told her that I pretty much saw and heard it all. She told me Josh had made her climb onto his dick and ride him to another orgasm in the car, as James drove them to the bar. I think it relieved her, that she didn't have to spend hours rehashing it to me. She didn't even shower, she crawled into bed with the cum of all those guys still clinging to her. I cradled her as she started to drift off. "I did it, honey," she said proudly. "I sucked off 7 guys, I think. There was Kevin, Charles, Bart, um....some rough guy, Josh, someone else and then James. They are all in my tummy. And Jim, he fucked your whore hard." "I know, I saw. I saw you cum on his dick, too." She sighed. "I did. It was just so fucking hot. I really suspected that's what they wanted me to do, to suck a bunch of cocks. But I really thought it would be like, Josh, James, Jim, maybe one or two of the others like Kevin or something. But, once I was in the middle of it I didn't see a reason to stop. Each one got hotter or rougher, wilder. I wanted it to continue, as long as it could. I didn't even recognize some of them." "The rough one who made you deepthroat him was a delivery driver for us. He barely has us on his route. He probably delivers to us like three times a year." "Wow," she giggled. "Guess he picked the right day today." "That last guy before James was Kevin's brother, he'd just come by to drive Kevin home." "Wow," she squeaked out. "That's so fucking slutty that he just shows up one day and I suck his cock." "I know," I concurred. "I don't care," she said. "I'm glad he got to use my mouth, too, then. That's what it was for today, just to use. Who am I to say who gets to use it? I'm just a well known fellatrix." I eased my cock into her from behind, we were on our sides. "Mmm, fuck your slut," she moaned sleepily. "See if you can feel how Jim stretched me out. See if you can hear my stomach gurgle on all that cum. There is a battle going on in that office now over your slut. I can feel it. It's between Josh and Jim. I think it's going to blow up for one of them, or both." She was still slippery wet. I took full advantage. She'd denied me since Josh had told her to. I wasn't letting her make it go any more days of torture. I was going to get mine. "Was it enough?" I wondered with lust. "Did that satisfy your cravings for it?" "Seven was way too many," she cooed. "Yet still not enough. I think a good whore should be able to do more. Maybe I just need more practice. But if you are asking if I'd do it again, hell yes. This was what I was craving in high school when I was sucking all those lucky boys off under the bleachers and in the woods. Unfortunately, back then it was one at a time. I'd never imagined I could do so many at once. It was wonderful. No matter what happens with this current game, I want you to make sure that I get that need filled. Promise me," she cooed quietly. "I want you to make sure of it. You're in charge of that. I want to hear you say it. Make sure that I'm your real life Cleopatra like that. No matter what other games we play in the future, make sure I'm always a cock sucking slut." I was turned on by her talk. "I will baby, I'll make sure that cock sucking is the most important thing we have you do. I'll make sure you'll spend more time on your knees with strange men than you do standing," I said, my excitement built from the day's events. "Good," she said, barely audibly. "God, that sounds so fucking dirty, "more time on my knees with strange men..." She was drifting off. I was close. I didn't care. I came deep inside her pussy just as she started to snore softly. She didn't even wake when I filled her, or when I pulled out. I left her dripping my cum and covered with all the others. She didn't even hear the late night text from Drake, the black bouncer. It read, "You aren't answering me now? I thought you LIKED getting that white cunt fucked by black cock." I heard her snoring. I grabbed the phone. I texted back as her, "I DO love it. I've just been busy. Don't worry, when I can I'll stop by. 2:30am, just like before. Do you work every day?" He responded. "Not on Tuesday or Wednesdays. Glad to hear from you, I was wondering if it was a one-time fantasy thing for you." "No, I promised we'd do it again. We will. Should I show up like last time, in just heels? Giggle..." I asked. "Surprise me," he wrote back. "Remember you'll get the cuffs this time, too." "Oooh," I responded. "I want that." I remembered her glee when she retold the story. I knew she was looking forward to that part. "Will the same guys be there?" I asked. "They usually are, sometimes it's a couple different guys....you want that? You really want the guys there?" I remembered what I'd just promised her. I responded, "only if they'd like to get their cocks sucked.....giggle." "You want to suck their cocks? Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, and I want you to MAKE me do it," I said, sealing her fate. "Wow, ok," he wrote back. "I'll try and make sure it's the same guys, seems like it wouldn't be fair if the ones that got to watch last time didn't get some benefits, too." "I agree. I promise I'll suck them. I want you to make sure I keep all my promises." "Don't worry. You'll be cuffed. That part will be easy...lol. I wish it was tonight." "Me too, can't get away though. I promise though, this week." I think we were all satisfied by that answer. I went to bed strangely at peace. Whatever was going to happen between her, Josh and Jim, and even Drake was going to happen, we were now just along for the ride. {End of part six} Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 07 {Michelle and my Coworkers- part 7. Cuckold haters beware, go ahead, give your standard "1- "I hate thadsgood" rating and move on.} * Michelle read the texts I'd sent to Drake the night before, pretending to be her. She punched me in the arm. "That's almost word for word what I'd have said!" She laughed. "We know each other so well...though, other guys are getting the idea of what I need as well," she smiled. "Oh, that reminds me. I forgot something about yesterday. As I was leaving the office after sucking off all those cocks, Jim pulled me off to the side. He said he was going to work on something for me and that he'd "be in touch," when he figured it out." "What does he want?" I asked her. "I don't know," she shrugged. "But I'd think he wants me," she giggled. She is so beautiful. This was all like a porn movie yet it was so different. She is real. She isn't getting paid for it. Everything about her is real. Her tits are spectacular and not enhanced. Her ass is round yet tight. Her face, her face is heavenly. Yet, she is doing things you hardly even see in porn, at least in one place. This is a real, gorgeous woman doing such perverted things all because she had a need for it. She was doing it all because she wanted it, not to pay some bills. In addition I think we both felt an ominous storm brewing. This situation was going to conclude, and soon, I guessed. I had begun fearing the worst for awhile now. I just wasn't sure it was going to conclude with us being together. As I said before though, I love her dearly. If that is what she wanted, I'd let her be what she wanted to be, even if it meant being without me. The conclusion was hastened by what happened on Tuesday. She'd gone to give James another blowjob at work during lunch, as before. This time though, Jim caught her getting out of the car when she was finished. He ordered her up to his office. He was livid. She said she walked into the office, right past Josh. She said his eyes bugged open when he realized where she was going. She said she just shrugged and kept walking. She went into Jim's office and closed the door. She said he nearly attacked her. He ripped her dress off her shoulders down to her knees. He berated her for being such a slut. "I told you what I'd do to you the next time I caught you slutting around this office," he boomed. "Yes, sir," she said with a frightened peep. He bent her over his desk, the dress fell to her feet. He saw her panties. "Don't you ever fucking wear underwear around me again," he ordered. "If you are going to act like a slut you are going to be one." She peeped, "Yes, sir. I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." He said, "you should be glad I'm in such a good mood. I think I've worked out our little problem. I'm actually glad you showed up, although I am going to have to punish you thoroughly for what you were doing." She tried to change the subject, "I didn't know we had a problem," she said. "Well, that's why I'm the boss here, not some air headed slut," he barked. She said she remembered shrinking under the ridicule. Still, she remembered saying, "yes sir," in submission. "On your knees, slut," he ordered. He made her blow him while he told her what he'd done. "I've solved our little dilemma, like I said, but I'm the boss. That's why I get the big bucks." She said she watched him the whole time she sucked him while he laid out his plan. "I've decided on what I'm going to do with DJ." She remembered she stopped sucking him in surprise which only resulted in a resounding slap across her face which made her resume her sucking. "From now on, you'll respond when spoken to, but under no circumstances are you to stop sucking cock until you are instructed to do so or you've gotten a big load of cum in your fucking mouth." "Yes, sir," she said. She was near tears at this point from both the slap and from the humiliation. "So, here it is. I'm planning to send DJ away from us. There's a job in Utah that will make him be on the road for two, three weeks at a time. You get to stay in the house. The house that WE, the company pay for. You stay here when he's on the road. I then have a place to play with you whenever and however I want it." "Ohhh," she said she moaned. She said he took that as a sign that she might consider it. He filled her mouth with his cum. The whole time he had a smug, satisfied look on his face. He told her to think over things then he sent her on her way. She said she ran into Josh on the way out. He was pissed. She told him she didn't have a choice, that she's just looking out for me. Josh didn't like that at all. He pulled her into the janitor's closet and started fucking her up against the wall. "This pussy is mine," he groaned once he was embedded in her. "I can't help it, he's DJ's boss," she responded. "But I'm the boss of this pussy." "Josh, he wants to send DJ away, on the Utah job. He wants me to stay here while DJ is on the road for weeks so that he can take me as he wants." "Fuck," Josh hissed. "That fucker, that was my idea. I told him to do that to DJ so I could own you." "You did?" she asked. "Yes, he took my idea and now he's trying to take my pussy away from me." She said he was humping her hard, showing her who was in control. Suddenly, the door flew open. It was Jim. He and Josh started yelling at each other. Jim told her, "You just stay there, slut. Stay there with your dress around your ankles and wait for me. Do NOT move, do not close the door. They went to Jim's office. She said she could see them having a heated discussion. She said the rest of the workers walked by her often to check her out, panting and naked. Finally, Josh walked out, past her. He didn't say a word. Jim came back and yanked her back into his office, leaving her dress in the closet. "You fucking whore," he hissed. "I leave you for a fucking minute and he's fucking you?" "I'm sorry, sir." She said she was shaking and remembers she was crying. "He has been controlling me. I encouraged it. I'm only doing what he wants me to." "He was controlling you. I'm your owner now," he growled. "Young guys have no idea how to treat a slut like you. They have no idea your real need for this treatment." She said she remembered her nipples getting hard at what he was telling her. "Look at you," he chuckled. "Getting hot just hearing about it. Like I said, only someone like me knows what you need. You'll be glad to know I took care of your Josh problem for you. Don't worry, you'll thank me repeatedly in the future for it." "What did you do, sir?" She asked. "I sent him to work on the Utah job. Now, he'll be out of your hair, don't worry, I told him if he ever touched or contacted you again he'd be working in Alaska." "But what about DJ?" She asked. "I had been thinking about this for the future but your sluttiness has pushed up the timeline. I have two options. I like both. One, I send him to work in Peoria, our worst office as a permanent job and you can stay here. If you go with him, you'll hate it, trust me. Terrible job, terrible area, no chance of moving up. If you stay here you still can stay in your house and I can use you whenever I want." "Or," she said fearfully. "Or, you just leave DJ and be available to me." "I can't do that to DJ, I love him," she sobbed. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him. He can have Josh's job here. It's permanent. I won't bother him. But, you have to leave him. I'll make sure he gets a house of his own." "Wow," she sniffed. "Which do you prefer?" He asked her. "I can't do that to him..." she sobbed. "Can't I just please you instead?" "You will," he leered. "But on a permanent basis. Either way, I'm going to use this pussy like you need it." He pushed her down. "I told you what I'd do the next time I caught you slutting around this office." She heard him taking off his belt. She remembers begging him profusely not to do it. She could see Kevin, Charles and others gathering around Jim's office window. They were all going to see her get it good. He striped her ass unmercifully. He tried to make her agree to one or the other proposal. When she refused he just whipped her harder. When she was a blubbering red, welted mess on the floor he stopped. "Either way, it's going to happen," he said. "Because look at you now. I've marked you up so much that DJ is going to know what you've been doing. He'll probably leave you anyway. But, it's going to end up with you being available for me to use like this from now on. You know you like it, look at how wet you are. Don't worry, I know how you need it. I can make it all happen for you. The cock sucking, the hard, rough use. I have more connections than DJ ever could." She begged him to give her until Friday to make her choice. She just said that to get out of there. She remembered walking out of his office, bare assed and stinging and having to walk past all the gawking eyes. He yelled after her, "I want your answer on Friday and you'll answer me by being naked on your back with your legs parted, signaling your submission to me. Be waiting for me on this rug Friday at noon or otherwise, I'll ruin DJ, I promise you that," he snarled. She presented the story to me as she lay in the tub, soothing her wounds. I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry baby, I knew this this was going to blow up," I said meekly. "I did too, so many guys want to own me. I can't serve them all. I can't have Josh, Jim and Drake controlling me and still take care of you. I loved how Josh made me his Cleopatra at those parties but now Jim took care of that "problem" for me. Jim, he's different. He's actually a natural at it. There's nothing but Alpha in him. He wants to control me for real and I know he can do it." "What about Drake?" I asked. "Yes, what about him?" she wondered with a sigh. "He's kind of an unknown to me. I mean I loved that first night with him. It was so different. He took what he wanted, though I know I led him. Is it in him to treat me the way I need? I just don't know for sure. I just don't know how to work this all out for everyone." "Don't," I urged her. "Work it out for yourself. Do whatever makes you happy." "Having your love makes me happy. Playing these games makes me happy. I need all this. I need to be sucking cocks. I need to be pleasing cocks, including black ones. I need to be controlled, driven, made to do those things." She kissed me softly, "you've always been so good to me." "Could you really live like this?....with Jim?....being so rough, so punishing with you?" "Yes, I really could live it," she said softly. "I've been living it and I'm so fucking turned on every day I can hardly think straight." "So you've decided then?" I said in resignation. "You should know my answer," she said. "I still have to finish this game. I need to see Drake again. You know I promised....hell, we both promised him things. I have to deliver. That's our game. Tomorrow night, why don't you go to your brother's. It'll be a late night, just like last time, I'm sure." She saw my concern. "Just let me work it out," she urged. I had other plans. Michelle relayed this part of the story to me, after the fact. {Michelle}: I had texted Drake to find out how he wanted it all to happen. I already had my suspicions about him. Sometimes people like Jim can look at a person like me and just know, you know? I felt the same way about Drake and I wasn't sure he was like Jim at all. I think I already knew his nature. You know how I want him to lead. He told me to put on my sexiest panties and bra and to go out and buy the highest stripper heels I could find. I liked the way that sounded. He wanted it, he was leading, could I be wrong about him? You know I love shopping so I went to that sex boutique you know I love and found the perfect shoes. They were candy apple red with a long, clear heel. It made my legs and my ass stand out perfectly, if I don't say so myself. I think you know those black, lacy boy shorts cut panties I've only worn for you once. I had the perfect matching half bra that I don't think I've let you see me in yet. It is black, but with red stitching. The red and the black combination looked so sexy together. I have to admit, I was so excited about his black cock getting me again that I pranced around the house all day in that outfit. I wondered, "would I suck his cock? Would he pound my pussy again like he did? Would he take my ass? I remember offering it to him. I wondered if I could even take that fat thing. I cleaned myself out good for him. If he wanted it, I wanted him to be able to take it. I wanted to finish our game and I wanted to give him every chance to confirm what I already knew. I'd made him wait too long, I thought that might spur him on. You know it was true. Josh and Jim had me busy and I neglected my big, black lover. I wanted to make it up to him, big time. I sent him a picture of me in the outfit I was so excited, I couldn't wait. He responded, "I'm going to eat you up." "Mmm," I thought. " That sounds so good." I thought about what he'd promised. Ok, I admit it, I was fixated on the cuffs. I thought about them all day. I was hoping they were the metal kind, like police have. This wasn't a fur lined kind of night, I figured. I wanted them to be steel, cold, hard and I wanted to be taken that way as well. Jim had built me to an edge and hadn't fully taken advantage of it yet. It's true that that fucker had recognized a need in me and had stoked it. I'd told Drake you were gone for the night. I wanted him to know I was his to use for as long as he wanted. It was just after 2am and I was nearly screaming for the clock to move when suddenly Drake pulled up in his SUV. I was stunned. We'd never talked about this. I thought I was going to meet him at the bar again, dressed like this. I saw him get out. He had on his security uniform. He banged on the door. It was so loud, I'm sure the neighbors looked out to see what was happening. I opened the door, my mouth agape. "Drake, baby..." I started to say. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he said. He took the cuffs from his belt, he roughly turned me around and snapped them on me, my hands behind me. He pushed me roughly up against the wall, my tits had to absorb the force. He yanked my hips out towards him. He felt me up, baby. Right there, on the front porch, lights blaring. I felt something around my neck. It was a collar. He snapped it in place, it was tight. He attached a leash to it. He yanked me towards him with the leash. I stumbled. I had those ridiculously high heels on. "Are you ok?" he asked with some concern. I wondered why he would even ask a stupid slut like me. I just nodded. He helped me up. The collar was too tight. I felt light headed, it was choking me. He saw my face all red. He quickly loosened the collar. I wondered if Jim would've. "This is how you like it, right?" I could only nod. He pulled me down the driveway. "So, your man ain't home eh?" he said. I could tell he'd been drinking. He was feeling no pain. "I wonder if any of your neighbors are home." He yanked me again, pulling me down the driveway, my hands cuffed behind me. It was a slut march, DJ. He was threatening to show off this slut to anyone who might be looking. He left me directly under our lamp post at the end of the driveway. He looped the leash around the top several times. I was basically bound there by my neck. I was beginning to wonder if I'd underestimated him. "I remember how you like showing off what you've got." He said as he looked around nervously. I nodded, my face red not only from the collar but from the shame of knowing he was right. I wondered if anyone was watching or if anyone would be driving by while I was helpless and bound to the lamppost. I knew after this game was soon over it wouldn't matter who saw me, but in the middle of it I felt the familiar tingle of wetness building in my pussy. My mind flashed to cars driving by while a sign hung from my neck, "Black cock slut." I didn't think Drake would even have thought of it. I suppose I could've suggested it, but that was beside the point. He walked slowly back up the long drive and took his time turning his SUV around. He approached me and the lights enveloped me. I wondered if he'd lay on the horn to announce to people to look but he didn't. He got out quickly. I saw a car approaching. Drake swiftly untied the leash and pulled me out of view behind his SUV as it passed. I felt the pang of disappointment, the thought of someone seeing....the thought of having a sign signaling my predicament.... "Drake, please.." I started to beg. "I know, that was close," he laughed. "What would your neighbors have thought, you bound, dressed as you are while a black guy holds her leash." My mind screamed, "Why didn't you let it happen then?" "You told me what you want. Now, you are going to get it," he said, though I remained skeptical. He pulled me into the SUV. He took the leash and pulled me down to his lap. He laughed. He rubbed my face in his crotch. I could feel his hardness through his pants. I could smell his musky scent. He unzipped himself for me. He used the leash to guide my head up and down on his fat cock. "Yeah, oh yeah," he moaned. "I didn't get enough of your slut mouth last time, I wanted to make sure that wouldn't happen again. You made me wait so long this time, too." I sucked his cock the whole way to the bar. When he pulled up he honked. My head was still in his lap when I heard the backdoor open and some guys hollering. He pulled my head up. There were some guys in the doorway, it looked like some of them from the last time, I wasn't sure. We were still in his SUV. He pulled me out, again I stumbled. I heard their laughter. They saw my predicament. I was just in my sexy lingerie, with stripper heels clattering. I tried to keep up with Drake who was pulling me along by the leash purposely quickly. The guys made way as Drake brought his slut into the bar. The door slammed shut. I saw five guys leering at me. Drake took the leash and he tied it up tightly to a fan above the back door. Again, the collar cut into my neck, It was a little too tight. I was now on display for them, I couldn't move. If I had slipped off my heels I'd have been hanging by the neck a few inches off the ground. I thought of that, me hanging near naked like a slut pinata while they did what they wanted to me. Instead, Drake saw my discomfort and loosened the collar again so I could stand comfortably. I didn't know if I liked that. Drake sat across from me. Most of the guys were sitting too. No one approached me, though. Probably because of Drake. "Now, here's the slut again. Listen to this, so, it wasn't enough for the white cunt to get fucked last time and dance naked for all of you. This time the silly whore wants to suck some cocks too." The guys hollered their approval. "Isn't that right, slut?" Drake barked. He was definitely horny. I can give him that. He certainly likes having access to me. "I want you to say it, so that there's no confusion, so you can't be telling a different story later. Tell me what you said you wanted to do this time." I liked it. He was trying to humiliate me. It was working. Embarrassed, I tried to mumble out the answer. They all laughed at me as I stammered. "I meant it. I came here to suck their cocks this time." I blushed. I wanted more, I wanted him to make it more humiliating, but I had to do it. I asked him to make me swear to it to them on video. I told him to get my phone. I doubted Jim or someone like him would need to be asked. "Where's your phone?" He asked. "In the car," I said. I was hoping he'd be the one getting it. I knew how embarrassing it would be to be left there, as I was, for his friends. Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 07 He walked by me and whispered, "you are all right with all this, right?" It irritated me a little that he even asked. I thought of spitting at him and making him mad so that he wouldn't ask me what I wanted again but he took my silence as assent and he walked out. "Be right back." He walked out after smacking my ass hard, leaving me almost spinning on the leash. "Mmm, better," I thought. I had hope again. The guys only debated a second once the door closed. "Fuck it, I'm touching it," one laughed. Suddenly I had three, four sets of hands on me. Fingers were in my pussy, twisting my nipples. They were all laughing as I gasped and moaned while they mauled me. They heard Drake approach. They all backed up. "So, everything cool?" Drake asked me. The guys all waited for me to rat on them. I choked out, "No, baby. Everything is fine." One of the worst offenders, Ollie, his best friend, the one who had finger fucked me, gave me a sly wink. Drake unhooked the leash from the overhead fan. The pressure on my neck was gone. I could breath right again. I didn't know if I preferred that. He pulled me to the center of the floor. He pulled me to my knees. I was cuffed and vulnerable. I wanted the video to show it. He took out my phone. He pointed it at me. He couldn't figure out how to work the video. I had to show him. I had to help him with my own debasement. He pointed it again at me. "Now, tell me again why you are here and what you are," he ordered. Just the tone of his voice had my pussy dripping. "I'm here to suck cock and for you to fuck me as you wish." "What are you? Why would you be here, barely dressed, begging to suck cock and get fucked?" "I'm just a white cunt," I mewed. "I'm just your white cunt." I saw him smile behind the camera. "Whose cocks are you going to suck?" he asked me, so that I would have to say it on camera. "All of them?" I said with an embarrassed peep. "Don't tell me, tell them. In fact ask them. They may not even want their cocks sucked by such a fucking white slut," he urged. "Oooh," I thought. "I like that." I turned to them and one by one I asked, ok, maybe I begged if I could suck their cocks. None of them said no. I got to Ollie last. "May I suck your cock sir?" "I may let you," he smiled. "We'll see if you even get to that point," he said mysteriously. Drake put down the camera. "Now no one can say we made you do anything." I was so wet it was embarrassing. I remember telling you how I loved the Cleopatra office thing I did but that I probably would need more practice so I could take more cocks and here I was with that opportunity. I wondered if Cleopatra got herself in these types of situations like I do. Drake hovered behind me. "That ass is so fucking sweet," he muttered. I wiggled it for him. I knew what I'd promised him. I could tell he wanted it. The guys laughed at how I was basically begging him for it. "That bitch wants it, Drake. Man, take it. Take that whore's ass." Drake knelt behind me. I could hear him spit on his hand. He slid my panties to the side. He slid his head over my wetness. His cock was at the opening of my ass. He held it there. I pushed my ass back to him. I was trying to push it into me. He was making me dance. The guys were going wild. "Look at that bitch trying to get your fat cock in her ass!" Drake suddenly pulled away. "You guys get the fuck out," he urged. " Everybody out!" He yelled. I begged, "Noooo!" He looked down at me. "Oh, I'm fucking that ass, I'm just doing it without them leering." "But I want them leering," I screamed in my head. I tried to get him to reconsider. He responded by tying my neck to the bottom of the leg of the couch by the leash so that my face was buried in the carpet. He worked his cock head into my tight opening. I gasped. I knew I was going to have to really work to be able to take it all. He groaned as he slipped it in slowly. I remember panting heavily like I was in childbirth. He's so fucking thick, baby. I wanted him to have it all, though. I promised it to him. He finally got it all in for the first time. He held himself in me for a moment. I thought of you that moment. I thought of how much you'd have liked to see this big black guy burying his cock in your tiny girlfriend's tight white ass. I wished he'd just passed the camera to one of his friends and let it happen. Instead, they were all banished back into the bar. He started fucking me slowly. I was backing up onto him at this point. I wanted to fuck him as badly as he wanted to fuck me. It felt like it was splitting me open. I must've screamed. The door flew open. The guys were in the doorway. "Damn, Drake is balls deep in that bitch's ass." Drake yelled at them to get the fuck out but this time I just said. "No, it's ok, let them watch you fuck your whore's ass." I think stroking his ego and calling myself his whore softened him enough to allow them to watch. They took a seat while Drake reamed my ass good. My face was buried in the dirty shag while he worked that monster in and out of my ass. I could smell the sex, I knew they could too, they berated me for it. I remember being too overwhelmed and I started twitching and cumming on his cock as he was holding it into me deeply again. They laughed again at how Drake made the stupid white slut cum on his dick. Just then the door swung open again. I could barely see a woman's feet but I heard her voice. "What the fuck is going on back here?" She asked with a surprised cackle. "What's it look like, Shanique?" Laughed one. " Drake is drilling some white girl's ass and we're waiting our turns." Drake had stopped pumping me for the moment. I moved back onto his cock to urge him not to stop, I felt like I could cum again in just another few strokes. "You ain't raping no bitch in the bar, are you? Old man Tanner will strike you dead." "We ain't raping nobody," said one. Shanique knelt beside me and pulled me up by the leash so she could see into my eyes. A cigarette dangled from her lips. Her skin was old and wrinkled, she was probably a life long smoker. "Are these boys raping you?" She asked. I think I was sobbing, probably from the embarrassment as well as the incredible orgasm I just had but I nodded, "no". "So you actually want that fat cock in your tight little ass?" She chuckled cruelly. "Yessss," I moaned. I wanted it pounding me again, my pussy was electric. "Are you sure you can handle all these guys?" She asked with concern. "Your pussy will be three shades of purple when they are done with you. You want them all to rape you?" "Yesss," I urged with my head back in the carpet. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of having to admit it to her face. That got Drake hornier than ever. "You want these guys all fucking you?" "Yess," I panted. Shanique couldn't believe it yet. "You swear you'll let these guys all fuck you and you'll be doing it willingly?" She'd said the magic words. "I swear," I grunted. I was beside myself in lust. "She likes it rough," said one of the men. They all agreed. "She's done some really kinky stuff, ain't that right Drake?" Drake just grunted, "she does like it rough, and being humiliated. She let Ollie write, "Cock slut" on her the last time she was here." "She's done this more than once?" Shanique cackled. "Damn, the bitch does love this shit." "Last chance, sugar," she offered. "Just say the word and I'll put a stop to this. Otherwise, I'm out, my shift is done." "I'm...ok....really....just go" I grunted as Drake resumed his fucking. I didn't mean to say "go" so strongly, but he was pushing himself in all the way at the very time I said it. It came across to her as a command, not a suggestion. "Fine, have it your way, bitch," she sneered. The boys whooped it up again, now that Shanique was on board. She saw my tits dangling while Drake built towards orgasm. "Hold that bitch's neck up for me a minute Drakey," she purred. She saw Drake's cock enter me. "Damn Drake, how come you never let me have some of that." He yanked me up, my cuffed hands were scratching at his tummy as he pounded me. She looked me in the eye. "No one disrespects me, bitch. I think I'll give you something to remember me by," she said coldly as put her cigarette out on one of my helpless tits. I screamed bloody murder, it only made the men laugh harder. Shanique disappeared, after saying. "Fuck that bitch raw." Drake couldn't hold it, he poured what seemed to be a gallon of scalding cum up my ass while the throng cheered him on. I was on the verge of cumming, it was too late, he was softening up. I let out a groan in frustration. He slid out of me with an embarrassing "pop." The guys were circling us now. I think it embarrassed Drake, too. He yelled at everyone to "get the fuck back." The room was charged, they were like hyenas waiting to pounce on the prey when the lion was done with it. I waited to be devoured. Cum was leaking out of my ass, down my legs. I hoped it would serve as lubricant for later. Instead, Drake ordered them to leave again. I wanted to get up and physically stop them but Drake left me tied by the leash to the couch while he physically pushed several of the last ones out, into the bar. The door slammed shut. Drake came back. "That could've gotten out of hand," he said softly. "I'm sorry it went as far as it did." He looked at my tit, there was a bloody red circle welt left where Shanique's cigarette had burned me. "Sorry about that as well," he said ruefully. I'd seen all I need to see. Drake was a pussy. He couldn't take the rough stuff, it wasn't in his nature. He was denying my nature in doing so. I thanked him for the "good time" and let him kiss and fondle me. He left me alone in the back room while he used the bathroom to clean up. I snuck into the closed bar in just my underwear and stripper heels. The place was empty except for Ollie. He was obviously waiting for Drake. "Where'd everyone go?" I asked. "Outside smoking probably, a couple of them left," he laughed. "Who wants their ass worked over by Drake?" I grinned, remembering I just had, though I'm sure that's not how he meant it. "Because I may be a fucking slut...ok, I am a fucking slut but I keep my promises." His eyes lit up at that. "Are you saying....?" I nodded. Just then Drake came over to us. "Cmon baby, let me drive you home," he cooed, like he was trying to be suave. I told him I needed to stay so I can do what I came there to do. He just said, "Damn, you really are a crazy bitch. Suit yourself. I ain't waiting." He turned in a huff and left. He wasn't out the door yet when I fell to my knees behind the bar and took out Ollie's cock. It was firm, long, and chocolate, a flavor I was beginning to enjoy. I think the excitement of finally having me after having to watch Drake take me twice got the best of him. He didn't last long before he gave me a delicious load of his cum. He stood me up after and played with my tits and my pussy. His fingers were adept. He had me cumming with his expert touch. I whispered in his ear. "If there's anyone left from before, send them in." He walked outside and said he didn't see anyone. Ollie said he'd drive me home, that's when you walked in. Ollie thought you'd come to shoot the place up or something, after what they'd done to me. Instead you asked if this was Ollie, the tattoo guy. I saw you get his business card. That's when you made me wait in the back room while you and Ollie talked. I was really scared that maybe you were mad and that a fight would break out. {DJ}: I heard the whole story from Ollie while Michelle waited in the other room. Once Ollie knew I was cool with the whole thing he told me everything, the ass fucking, the cuffs, the cigarette burn and what she was begging for. I was surprised to hear she was done with Drake. Turns out he wasn't the type she needed. I knew what she needed. I told Ollie what to do. He could only smile. I walked back to the back room. I could see Michelle was nervous, she had no idea what was going on. "I thought you were at your brother's," she said with some concern. "And I thought you only came here to suck some cocks," I said stiffly. She didn't catch my meaning. I took the cuffs that were just dangling undone, from her wrists and fastened them behind her. I grabbed the leash I saw on the floor. I'd heard how Drake had tied her to the fan above the door. I did the same to her. She was dangling now. Ollie walked in and whistled. Michelle's eyes got wide. "So, I heard that you said that you wanted those guys to rape you," I said, quoting the words that Ollie had relayed to me. Michelle turned a brighter shade of crimson. "But I had Drake's cock in my ass..." she muttered. "I wasn't thinking straight." "You just need to be made to honor your promises," I said coolly. I turned to Ollie, "you get a hold of those guys?" "Yep, I'm betting they nearly spun out when I told them to come back." I smiled cruelly. "What did I tell them they'd get if they come back?" Ollie laughed. "That they'd get to fuck a white cunt until they can't stand up." Michelle looked like she nearly fainted. The guys came in while she was dangling helplessly. There were 5 of them plus Ollie, more than even had watched her before. There was no Drake to stop them this time. Just for something to do I took out my phone and videotaped it all. "I think I'll send this to Josh, give him something to jerk off to in Utah," I laughed. Michelle couldn't answer. She was being stuffed with cock, front and back, while she hung from the doorway. They DP'd her, pussy and ass until she was screaming. They filled her up and two other guys took over. Her legs were around the guy in front while they banged her senseless. There was no censor. They slapped her ass and tits mercilessly and laughed at the whore while they did it, once they realized that not only did I not mind, I was encouraging it. Ollie was hard again and he took her down from the doorway. He had the leash in one hand. She was sitting on his cock, reverse cowgirl. He used the leash to pull her up and down on his cock while she groaned as he choked her. Her tits were screaming red and guys kept coming over and slapping them as she was forced to ride Ollie's dick. It was then her head fell back and she had an earth shattering orgasm. That just made the guys laugh even more and made them smack her harder. The last guy forced her face into the carpet, ass in the air while he pile drived her ass while everyone else cheered. When he finally dumped his load into her bowels everyone fell back and high fived everyone else. They'd done it, they'd fucked the white cunt, "Drake's white cunt," they called it. I left the shreds of what used to be panties and bra on the floor as souvenirs, if anyone wanted them. I picked her up and carried her out to the car. We drove home in silence, Michelle just laid her head against the window and closed her eyes. I put her in the bath and left her to her own thoughts. I downloaded the video and watched it again. It was fucking awesome. I still had no idea what her plans were for Friday, even though she kept telling me not to worry about it. She spent the time leading up to it in a daze, it seemed. She seemed distant. Josh had left town. That just left Jim. She was to meet him on his carpet on Friday at noon. I asked her if she was going to go through with it. "Yes, I have to," she admitted. "I promised him in return for letting me have until Friday to come back with his answer even though I knew it already. I just had to finish the game with Drake first. I've known all along what I was going to do." "You do? You've got your answer?" "Yes," she said. "I just need something from you." "Anything," I said. She told me what she needed from me to end all this. I'd do whatever she needed to let her live her dreams. That Friday was agonizing because I knew what was coming. Josh was gone, his desk was cleared out, he was on his way to Utah. I didn't see James at all, it seemed he was hiding in order to avoid any collateral damage to his career. I left for the "meeting" the boss had scheduled me for. I wasn't going to show for this one. I doubled back. As I doubled back I ran into Michelle getting off the elevator. She stopped only momentarily to give me a soft rueful smile as she knew it'd all be over soon. All eyes were on her as she passed them all on the way to Jim's office. I saw them huddle around the window as she entered. She slid off her dress as she entered. I saw her kick her dress into the hallway and then lay softly on her back on the carpet. I saw her legs part slightly. I took the opportunity to sneak up closer since everyone else had crowded around Jim's office. Jim showed up with a preening smile. He saw his prize, she was naked, legs parted, waiting for him. "So, you've made your choice, then," he laughed. I saw him drop his pants to his ankles. He mounted her. She responded to his thrusts. I heard her urging him on. "Tell me, you bastard," she hissed. "Tell me which choice you want me to make. Tell your whore if you want to send DJ away permanently so that I can be yours. Tell me what you want, baby. Would you rather have him work here, but only if I leave him? That way I'm all yours. Tell me, sir. Tell me if you want him gone or if you want him around like a cuckolded little puppy." He groaned at her urging. He bellowed. "Yes, leave that limp dicked fucker, leave him, let's make him work here while he has to watch me fuck you day after day like this." He was sweating and panting. "Cum in me, lover, cum in me and you'll get what you deserve!" She moaned as his cock split her expertly. He groaned and spilled his seed in her. They both held each other as their orgasms subsided. "Fuck," he said. "I really thought you'd leave him. I really did. I'm glad you made the right choice. I'd have made your lives miserable if you hadn't." "Good to know," she giggled as she stood up. I was approaching her. She reached into the potted plant in his office that we both remembered that she'd given him as a bosses present when I first started working there. She'd bought matching plants, one for him, one for me. She pulled out my high tech camera. She tossed it to me. I smirked at him. "What the fuck?" He yelled. "Get the fuck out of here, you are supposed to be at Sterns! You're fucking fired! And you..." he growled, looking at Michelle. "...are going to get the ass whipping of a lifetime." "Am I really?" She said sarcastically. "Or, are you going to shut the hell up while I tell you what you are going to do. We have this on tape, obviously, but also the other day in the office when I was sucking cock. Remember how you came in and fucked me? We have you on tape fucking me then, too. Your wife is going to have some choices to make herself when she sees both of them. Nice of you to detail everything you were planning, I didn't even have to drag it out of you," she laughed. His face was a hideous shade of crimson, but words escaped him. I stepped forward. "I'll make it easy for you. The San Diego job, I want a two year guaranteed contract and you'll never hear from me again." He was livid. "The San Diego job? That's the best job in the fucking business. It's going to my wife's brother at some point." "Or it's not, at least for two years," I said firmly, while waving the camera at him. He was busted, he knew it. He knew he controlled everyone in that office, no one would've ever challenged him or told on him even though they knew everything. Michelle had devised this and only we had stood up to him. "But you," he hissed angrily. "Look at you. You are still dripping my cum. I know you are still fucking wet and that your nipples are hard, look at them!" Michelle and My Coworkers Ch. 07 I'm sure everyone was looking at everything she had. She was still naked. "You loved getting used, you can't even deny that," he huffed. "You loved every fucking minute of it." "I did," she said with some remorse. "If you'd just used me without fucking with our lives you'd have had it and had it good for pretty much as long as you wanted. If it's any consolation, if I was single and you'd have treated me like that, you'd have had me in every way, probably forever." He could only give a half hearted smile at knowing that. That would probably haunt him worse than anything else we made him do. The others had dispersed before the boss and I signed the paperwork for the San Diego job. Michelle just sat on the edge of his desk the whole time, still naked and dripping his cum. He'd have only the smell of her ass on his desk as tangible evidence of their time together. I'd have even offered to send her back for him to use her on occasion if they both had wanted but it was obvious that his dominant spell was broken and that she'd never see him the same again. Michelle and I were leaving for San Diego. It wasn't even a month gone by since this all began with the BBQ at our house. Michelle had to go somewhere for a couple hours to tidy up some business while I waited to drive to the airport. In addition, she also said we needed to leave an hour earlier than I'd planned. I didn't ask. I knew she'd tell me. She came home with a smile and kissed me deeply. I tasted something familiar on her lips. She just giggled. She lowered her shorts down over her very tightly trimmed pussy. In bold, black fancy lettering she'd had Ollie tattoo the words, "Cum slut," just above her pussy. "I decided that even though I love cock, I guess I love the cum more," she giggled. "Anything you've neglected to tell me?" I said with a mock stern look. "Oh, I had to suck Ollie's cock to pay for it, you didn't give me any money, silly," she laughed. We drove towards the airport, using the route that she had insisted on, even though it clearly wasn't the shortest route. She made me stop in a neighborhood. I recognized it, I'd been there once. She told me to keep the car running. I saw her walk up the sidewalk in her short shorts, she gave me a sly wink. The door opened. It was James. He ushered her in. She came out about 45 minutes later with that beautiful freshly fucked look. She'd made good on her promise to him, as she always did. He finally had her sweet pussy. She gave me head on the way to the airport. "I can't believe you chose me," I grinned. "Why not? I fucking love you and you are the dirtiest pervert I know. Well, besides me," she giggled. "You are always there for me, you know what I want, what I crave and you've promised me that you'll give me everything I need. You were the one person who knew what I needed to do at the bar. You just made me do it. That's exactly what I need. I knew it was going to be you all along, that just made me even happier about my choice." "What did I promise?" I laughed. I just wanted to hear it to get me off good with her sucking. "You promised to keep my mouth busy. I think they way you put it was, "you are going to spend more time on your knees with strangers than you are standing up." "Mmm hmm," I groaned, her tonguing and teasing were driving me closer. "You promised you'd make sure I get more black cock," she cooed as she popped the tip of my cock in and out of her mouth. "You will, you just started getting a taste of it. You'll get plenty." "And, you promised to punish me hard if I don't obey in any way," she said lustily. "And I will," I groaned. I burst another memorable orgasm into her wet, willing mouth. We were on the plane. We were just in the air. She rested her head on my shoulder to sleep. She whispered to me. "A new place a new life. Time for another game." I just smiled. I always love her games. {End of the Michelle and my Coworkers series}