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.}

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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.