Michelle Ch. 6
Submitting To His Clients
by NiteWriter
(May 2003)
Michelle knows that it's wrong, but when Peter is out of the office and his clients (from Ch.1) arrive for their appointment, Michelle submits to their requests.
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It was the next day, Tuesday, right after lunch around 1 o'clock when Peter
walked from his office and said he needed to leave for a while. He told Michelle
he would be back in a few hours.
Roughly an hour passed, when the two clients from Friday night appeared standing
in front of Michelle's desk. "Is Peter in," one asked? Michelle explained that
he wasn't and might not be back for a while. They explained that they had some
work they could do while they waited and perhaps could use Peter's office.
Michelle thought it would be all right and that Peter wouldn't mind, so she
showed them in.
Inside Peter's office they introduced themselves. "By the way, "I'm John and
this is Frank. We didn't get formally introduced the other evening. You put on a
pretty good show for us at the restaurant." Michelle was getting a little
embarrassed being alone with them now that they brought up her performance from
Friday's dinner meeting.
Michelle turned to leave and go back to her desk. John closed the door saying,
"why don't you stay with us awhile? You said Peter wouldn't be back until later.
Besides, Peter said we could get a closer look at you." Then Michelle heard him
lock the door. Now she was getting nervous. She enjoyed giving herself to Peter,
but now these two strange men were after her. Normally for a secretary John's
request would have been rather forward, but not for Michelle. They both knew she
was Peter's office slut.
"C'mon Michelle, show us those pretty legs again," John asked.
Michelle stood there momentarily trying to figure out what to say and how to get
out of this situation.
"I don't think Peter would like what you're doing," she responded.
"It'll be our secret," he replied. "C'mon,.. you got great legs. Just pull your
skirt up and let's have a look."
Michelle thought perhaps if she did, it might satisfy them and she could go back
to work. She stood by Peter's desk and slowly began pulling her skirt up. Once
the hem was up over her knees both John and Frank walked closer. "Look at those
legs," Frank commented.
Michelle continued pulling it up until it was bunched around her waist. Her
skimpy tight fitting red panties were exposed. "Fuck!!!..." John yelled out.
"Peter, that lucky bastard. I'll bet you two are having a lot of fun." Michelle
didn't say anything to that remark and started to release her skirt.
"No not yet," John quickly instructed reaching to her skirt. "Hold it up." He
began lightly touching her upper leg and feeling the soft flesh of her thigh.
Instinctively Michelle moved backwards. There have been only two men that have
ever touched her body intimately, her husband and Peter. John's touch made her
remember that she was really a working housewife. Yes, she was now involved with
her manager, but allowing John liberties like this was making her feel as though
she really was a slut.
As she moved backward John moved too. Her buttocks pushed up against Peter's
desk preventing her to move further away. "Don't be shy, honey," John reassured.
"Show us some more."
"No, I can't," Michelle replied. "Peter won't like it."
"He won't be back for awhile," Frank coaxed. "Besides, he offered us a better
look at you on Friday, remember? Your boss is expecting you to show off for us."
Michelle wondered how she ever got into this situation. She knew Peter probably
did expect her to show off her body and she did recall those words at the
restaurant. However, this wasn't quite as exciting though. She would do anything
for Peter, but these two guys didn't arouse those same feelings inside her.
"Okay," Michelle replied. "But no touching, alright?" Michelle figured if she
gave them a quick look, it might satisfy their urges.
"You got it baby," John answered as they stood back watching Michelle unzip her
skirt and let it fall to the floor. She leaned back against the desk again
spreading her legs. Then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her pussy
and pulling it open so they could see her wet pink flesh inside.
"Shit," John exclaimed in amazement. "What a gorgeous cunt."
Michelle then slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She noticed the
anticipation in their eyes waiting to see more of her body. Michelle reached
behind to unsnap her bra and then let it fall away. "What the fuck," John
blurted out in disbelief seeing Michelle's breasts covered with marks. Frank
moved closer lightly touching one of her breasts. "What happened," he asked?
Michelle quickly covered up with her hands. She had forgotten about the
condition of her breasts. They didn't hurt as much anymore. They were healing
nicely after Peter's abuse on Saturday. "Please don't tell Peter I showed you,"
she begged.
"Did he do that to you," John asked? Michelle's lack of response answered his
question. There was a rather long moment of silence.
Frank moved her hands away and softly touched her breast again. John began
feeling the other. Michelle was so embarrassed that she didn't stop them. Her
only thought was that if Peter found out his clients knew what he had done to
her, he would be pretty mad.
"You're a gorgeous lady Michelle," John complimented moving in closer.
Do they hurt," Frank asked running a finger over one of her nipples?
"Just a little," Michelle replied. "It's really not that bad now."
"Did you let Peter do this to you," John asked examining the red marks more
closely. "It looks like he beat you real hard."
Again Michelle didn't know what to say. She just stayed silent. How could she
admit that she allowed this and would really do anything Peter asked. Michelle
stood there letting the two men feel her breasts and inspect the abuse she had
endured.
"What a minute," John questioned coming to a realization. "You like it don't
you? You like what he did to you?"
This was getting very embarrassing. Michelle didn't answer again. John looked at
Frank commenting, "she loves this. Peter's fucking the shit out her and treating
her like a cheap slut and she loves it." He looked right in her eyes. "Don't
you?"
Michelle's whole body had a sudden flash through it. These two guys were talking
about her. She was naked, except for a skimpy pair of panties, standing in her
manager's office showing off her battered tits to two men. The amazing thing is
that they were right. She was a cheap slut looking for some thrills with her
boss. In her mind she tried telling herself that she was still a respectable
housewife, but now these two guys and even her husband were beginning to realize
differently.
"So what did Peter do to you?" John asked dying to know all the details.
Michelle remembered Saturday. She glanced at John who was waiting for her
explanation. This was so humiliating. She was being asked to explain what her
boss did to her.
"Well,... he used this hard leather crop on me... on my breasts. He kept beating
me with it. And... he had this suction thing on them too. It hurt so much. My
nipples... they.... they..." John could see some tears in her eyes. "My
nipples.... it sucked on them and... and made them so big... it hurt so much."
John and Frank listened in amazement as Michelle explained what happened.
"Then when he took it off... He hit my nipples so hard. I thought I was going
pass out. He kept doing it...hitting my sore nipples... and I had to use a dildo
on myself too. He didn't stop until I made myself cum."
Michelle's story was making them both hot and aroused. In fact, Michelle was
getting excited too. Maybe Peter's treatment was rather rough and abusive, but
it was obvious just from the way she was talking that she enjoyed it despite the
pain he inflicted on her.
Frank slowly leaned down toward Michelle's breasts. When she didn't back away he
began nibbling on her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. John, seeing his
friend enjoying this liberty with her body, moved a hand down between Michelle's
legs and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. "No please," she begged
softly trying to push him away. Even though Michelle resisted, John wanted more
and forced his hand back to her cunt.
"C'mon Michelle. You can't stop now. I think you want this?" John's fingers slid
into the waist of her panties and yanked them down. He began feeling her bare
cunt and playing with her clit. "C'mon baby,.. I'll bet you'd like a quick
fuck."
"No please...," Michelle whimpered out rather unconvincingly. John's fingers
were probing into her pussy and she was getting wet.
"Yeah I hear NO, but I think you really want a couple hard cocks," John answered
back shoving his fingers deeper into her hole.
Michelle knew he was right. She did want their cocks. She was saying NO, because
a nice decent housewife is expected to be a good girl and resist an advance like
this. But John had her pussy so wet. Her clit was throbbing and nearly begging
for a cock. And then Frank's attention on her breasts and nipples, despite the
pain he was causing, was arousing her even more. She loved being the object of
their attention, even if she had to act like a whore.
John pushed Michelle back onto Peter's desk and pulled her panties completely
off. She was lying with her legs hanging over the end. Frank was enjoying her
tits squeezing them and sucking on her nipples. A couple times he bit hard and
it hurt a lot. They were still sore from the punishment inflicted by Peter two
days ago. But still it aroused her so much feeling his teeth digging into her
tender nipple flesh. It actually sent waves of excitement through her whole
body.
While Frank remained focused on her breasts, John spread Michelle's legs and
moved in. He dropped his trousers and underwear and pushed his hard cockhead
against her wet slit. Then he shoved it right into her soaked pussy. "Oh
Fuck!!...," he yelled out. "What a hot wet cunt."
John grabbed Michelle around her hips and began ramming his hard cock into her
juicy fuckhole. Michelle began moaning, "Oh yes.... yes... fuck me...." Her cunt
was dripping as he pumped in and out faster and faster. She loved how it felt.
"So you're a classy housewife, huh? Who the fuck are you kiddin'?" John moaned
out. "You're nothing but a sex-craved whore... a slut... a bitch in heat that
craves being dominated and beaten. I think you're just a submissive filthy cunt."
Michelle knew that everything John said was true. She did crave the pain and the
abuse. It aroused her so much and she didn't understand why. Was it all those
years with a husband that didn't care? Maybe deep down she was the submissive
type and Peter was the first one to tap into those dark desires. Whatever it
was, she wanted to experience it all and she was willing to do anything to
satisfy the lust she felt in her body.
John was working himself into a frenzy realizing he was fucking a pretty woman
that had just recently realized what she'd been missing sexually all her life.
Finally he couldn't hold off any longer.
"I'm cumming...," he yelled out. "Oh you hot fuckin' bitch, I'm cumming...."
His cock began throbbing, spurting his hot cream into her pussy. Michelle moaned
too. "Oh yesss... fill my cunt... cum in me."
Once John was drained and his cock stopped spasming, he pulled out. Michelle sat
up rubbing her juicy slit feeling his thick sperm oozing out. Then she saw Frank
stroking the bulge in his pants. Michelle reached over touching it gently at
first and then grabbed his fully erect cock through the material. Her attention
aroused him even more. "Get down and suck it," he ordered.
Michelle was more than willing to comply. She slid off the desk to her knees and
unzipped him. She pulled his cock out and quickly wrapped her lips around his
engorged tool. Somehow she knew he wouldn't last long. His cock felt so hard in
her mouth like it was ready to burst. She was right. She barely got started
sucking when it began throbbing. Her mouth was instantly filled with a huge
amount of his thick slimy sperm. She held it in waiting for him to finish
dumping his thick cum all over her tongue. Then he pulled out saying, "go ahead,
swallow it honey."
Michelle wasn't used to eating sperm yet. She did it with Peter, but he was the
only one. This load felt like such a big thick glob in her mouth. It was so
slimy and had a very salty taste. But she knew Frank really wanted to see her
swallow it. So..., GULP!!, down it went; his whole load.
"Fuck,... you're a dirty little cumslut, aren't you," Frank commented?
Michelle licked her lips and got up. The two men fixed their clothing while
Michelle rested against the desk recomposing herself. Then she began getting
dressed. John and Frank watched and commented to each other on how lucky Peter
was.
Michelle was almost finished. She had her blouse on and had just started
buttoning it. They heard a key in the office door and it opened. Peter walked
in. He looked around the room seeing his clients and then Michelle with her
blouse unbuttoned and hair all messed.
"What's going on?"
Michelle quickly buttoned up and walked out to her desk. She knew she was in
trouble. She wondered what John and Frank would tell him.
The minutes clicked by and it was now almost 5 o'clock. Everyone would be
leaving the office. She figured she had better wait and face Peter after they
left. A half-hour later the office door opened. John and Peter walked out. They
passed by Michelle. "Everything's okay," John commented. "Don't worry."
Peter followed them out walking past her desk to escort his clients to the door.
A few minutes later he returned.
Michelle spoke first. "I'm sorry Peter. I couldn't help myself."
Peter stood there silent waiting to see what she would say next.
"They were nothing like you. They don't treat me like you do," Michelle
continued hoping her explanation met with his approval. The last thing she
wanted was to lose her place as Peter's whore.
"I know, they told me what you did," Peter answered. "I'm upset with you that
you did that behind my back. But I guess that's the way you are now. Let's face
it, you're cheating on your husband and now on me. You're just a filthy little
slut aren't you?"
"I'm sorry Peter. I'm sorry." She began crying. "I need you.... I need you to
treat me the way you like. You can do anything you want to me. I promise I'll
show you how sorry I am."
Peter thought for a moment. It was obvious how much power and control he had
over her. She was willing to do anything. "Well, then I hope you weren't
planning on going home," he said in a demanding way. "Let me get my coat. You're
coming with me."
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