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.