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.}

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"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."