First Day Induction

It was surprising to Michelle how few boxes it took to pack her life away. Mostly it was clothes, some books, and a few photos of friends and family. It felt like things were missing.

She'd arranged with Jess to have everything packed for 10 a.m. Saturday, ready to be picked up for the drive across town to what she was calling her new digs--'home' felt too... it jarred. It felt wrong.

She sat on the bed dressed in a loose but low-cut white t-shirt and a pair of grey joggers, no make-up and hair scraped back.My camouflage, she thought. Looking around the small room, noticing the damp on the walls, the crack running from the window to the skirting board, knowing she was going somewhere better but scared at what was to come, at what she was doing.

I'm stealing her life. It's... it's just wrong... I shouldn't.

But it's David.

Fuck.

Amy, a short, bookish girl of 25, let herself into the room, "I can't believe you're going! We've been roomies for... what... 15 months? I'm going to miss you, girl!" she said, dragging her into a big hug. "You've got my number, call me if you need me and let's get a night out sorted once you're settled!" Amy's voice dropped to a whisper, "Also this Dave who's just arrived to pick you up is a complete DILF! I wouldn't mind finding out what he's got under those jeans.

Michelle nearly giggled.

If only you knew, Ames, it's massive and I love it. And it's mine! Mine!

The thought made her thighs clench at the memory of him, his girth almost too much...almost.

"He's a happily married member of the Senior Leadership Team, Amy. He's basically a Ken-doll to me--smooth plastic all the way down!"

***

An hour later, after watching David make multiple trips up and down the stairs, his muscled arms covered in a thin sheen of sweat--Michelle felt she'd pounce on him if she didn't get some attention soon. They shared once final cup of tea with Amy before leaving; Michelle and David now sat alone in the front of his car, about to set off to her new home.

"I've just messaged Jess. I've promised I'll bring McDonald's in for everyone as a thank you for today. For everything." Michelle looked at him, smiling mischievously.

Watching the road, David didn't notice, "That's lovely of you, babe. Sorry--Michelle! Best not do that at home!" he chuckled nervously.

"I know, best behaviour when we get there... so we're going to say the queue at the drive-thru was massive and you can fuck me in the disabled toilet or in your car. Your choice, Mr Big Cock." Michelle sounded so blasé.

"Bu..but that's not what decent people do!" David stammered.

"Ha! You think we're decent people? After what we've done to each other this week!" she laughed, "Now, do you want me to suck your cock on the way or not?" she asked nonchalantly, dropping a hand to his lap and scrabbling into his shorts.

"God, yes." he grinned.

"Yes, what?" she asked, bent over, mouth inches from his hardening length.

"Yes--I'd like you to suck my cock!"

"A 'please' would've done but ok," she said with a giggle before she swallowed his first few inches in one go.

"Mmmt mrr mmoo mmma ma mt mmmmmmsss?" she tried to speak.

"What?"

Popping off him and taking a lungful of air, "I clearly said 'What are you gonna have at McDonald's?'. You must be going deaf in your old age."

She grinned at him before taking him back into her mouth.

"Carry on the cheek and it's not going to be your McCunt!"

Michelle's laughing sent vibrations through his cock, sending pleasure straight up his spine. She thanked god for automatics as his left hand found the waistband of her joggers and wriggled in to seek her wetness.

***

Five minutes later, she gripped the sink in the McDonalds disabled toilet--legs straight, bum lifted slightly--as David smeared his precum over her slit with his cock. Their eyes met in the mirror as he thrust into her, spreading her pussy with his thickness.

He began kissing her neck as he sawed into her, causing her to moan softly. Michelle watched them in the mirror, seeing her pussy stretch around him, feeling his thick, veiny cock slamming deep into her. She grabbed her phone--half-out of her pocket--and fired off a quick message:

To: Jess

Queues massive--hopefully not too long xx

She switched to the camera, videoing them in the mirror--angling it low in the mirror, filming every inch of his girthy length sliding in and out. "For Nikki.... She's begging...for her try," she panted, biting her lip as he bottomed out, "And for me... when I'm alone."

"Soon. If you still want to." he answered.

Dropping the phone in the sink, she reached down to tease his length where it entered her, just avoiding his hand as it found her clit. They had both known this had to be quick, even before the door handle had rattled and someone had shouted for them to 'hurry up!'

David clamped his free hand over her mouth, desperately trying to stop her moans as her orgasm overwhelmed her--the fluttering of her pussy dragging him along with her.

He slammed into her, trying to get as deep as possible before burying a thick, hot, load of cum inside her. Michelle had watched it all in the mirror--had seen the swelling of his cock and the tightening of his balls as he came--and it'd made her orgasm hit harder than normal, leaving her on shaky legs.

David offered her his arm to steady her as they left. A customer--waiting outside--glared at them knowingly.

"My daughter... it's her legs..." David offered weakly before they entered the restaurant to join the queue to order.

Michelle turned to him, "Daughter?? I know you're old but still? Daughter?"

"I didn't hear you come up with anything!"

"I've cum up with this," she showed him her fingers--covered in their release--before licking them clean.

"Don't want to leave a trail on the sofa. Plus I love your big banana milkshake, David."

***

Finally!, Jess thought as the car pulled up on the drive--the kids had been nagging her about the McDonalds for 20 minutes. She watched out of the window as David climbed out of the car looking slightly sweaty and grinning over at Michelle.

Why does he always look so relaxed around her?

As everyone gathered round the table-grabbing fries or fighting over happy meals-Jess asked Michelle how it felt to have moved.

"Good thanks--a bit of last minute shoving things into my boxes--but I thought I'd have more to bring to be honest."

Why does he look so sweaty then? Surely he wouldn't... look at her -- pretty enough, but her hair's a mess, grubby clothes. And those tits... ridiculous. Far too big. He's never been a boob man -- told me he likes them small. Not that he touches mine much nowadays.

***

The afternoon passed in a frenzy of boxes, furniture moving and generally tidying as the three of them got Michelle settled in the loft conversion. By the end, Jess felt tired and the effort had caused her to work up a sweat too. That and the easy way she and Michelle had chatted about TV shows, books--both were hooked on ACOTAR--and general day to day lives, her mind felt more at ease. David had been his usual gruff self but had got on with what they'd asked him to do with not too much complaining.

They'd headed down to the kitchen for a break before getting washed and deciding on where to order from for dinner--Michelle demanding they let her treat them to a takeaway as a thank you for the help. Jess nipped into the other room to round up menus as Michelle was getting a fresh glass of water from the tap.

"Hey! You! Big cock! Watch this!" She whispered before pouring the water over her chest. The t-shirt was immediately see through, her pert nipples visible and hard. Michelle gave them a quick shake. "One for your wank bank!" she whispered, grabbing his phone and taking a selfie before shouting, "Shit!" And dropping the glass.

As Jess ran back into the room, Michelle covered her chest and ran out, faking embarrassment.

"What happened there? How did the glass break?" Jess asked David.

He swallowed... "Just clumsy I guess. Pass me the dustpan and brush, and I'll get this swept up."

Knew he wasn't a boob-man--he'd have looked otherwise.

How are they even that pert anyway?

***

Ten minutes later Michelle was back downstairs, boyfriend hoody on and acting very apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, Jess. It just slipped out of my hand and then hit my... well... and I wasn't wearing a... I just struggle to get them because... oh God! Sorry!"

"It's perfectly fine, 'Chelle. It was just a glass. And no one noticed. Not in this house. Did we, David?" Jess reassured her.

"Nope. To be honest I was doing a bit of banking on my phone."

Jess noticed Michelle's smile and assumed it was relief. "Did we agree on Chinese?" she asked.

Such a dad joke, Michelle thought, smirking.I know what type of banking, Big Cock!

***

After dinner, Michelle excused herself for a shower before bed and wished Jess and David a goodnight.

They chatted about the day--Jess excited about Michelle being there, David feigning nonchalance--as they finished their wine. Heading up to bed themselves, they took turns in the shower, climbed into their super king bed--bought when the kids used to climb in with them--before quickly falling asleep after the long day, a big space between them as always.

***

David woke when the bedroom door creaked but despite his eyes being accustomed to the dark, he couldn't see anyone there. Lying back down, he tried to get back to sleep but suddenly tensed as he felt something touch his arm.

His eyes snapped open, panicked. Lying on the floor next to the bed in just a pair of very short pyjama shorts was Michelle. David rolled onto his side, closer to the edge of the bed, facing her. As he opened his mouth to speak, she held her finger to her lips--shushing him.

Rather than speaking, he mouthed "What do you want?"

Grinning, she reached under the duvet, found the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down, freeing his cock.

David stared down at her in shock, shaking his head--telling her they can't, they mustn't. Michelle shrugged, letting go of his shaft to grab the waistband of her pyjama shorts before raising her bum off the floor and wriggling them down past her hips. She sucked two fingers, lubricating them before pushing them into her pussy.

Michelle spread her legs, letting David watch as she fucked herself with her fingers--sliding them slowly in and out of herself before switching to teasing her clit. She began circling her clit--increasing the pressure on the sensitive bud--as her other hand pinched a nipple, squeezing her tit. Feeling her orgasm building, her head tilted back, eyes briefly closing, before she felt David's hand grab the wrist of her hand playing with her tits. He lifted her hand to his cock, closing her fist around his leaking tip.

Michelle breathed, "Good boy," near silent, as she smiled up at him. She took her hand back, dipping her fingers into her wetness before smearing her scent over his lengthy dick, marking him. Continuing to circle her clit, Michelle began to stroke David's cock, slowly at first, enjoying the weight of him in her hand.

David kissed his fingers before reaching down to place them on her mouth. She kissed them back before sucking them into her mouth. He used the natural lube to circle her nearest nipple before starting to massage her breasts.

Faced with the assault on her tits and her pussy, Michelle felt her empty pussy start to clench as the orgasm rocked through her. Biting her lip, she forced herself to be silent as it shuddered through her.

Breathing heavier, she now had both hands free to use on David. Taking full advantage she began rubbing her thumb around his tip, smearing his precum, while the other wanked his shaft. Adding a twist of her wrist as she pulled it up and down his length, she felt him bucking softly as he neared, cock swelling.

David came with a muffled groan, cock spasming wildly as he coated Michelle's face and tits below him with line after line of hot cum.

Michelle smiled up at him, milking him for every last drop to add to the load covering her.

Jess stirred slightly in her sleep, bed creaking as she rolled. Mumbling softly, she rubbed her nose. David froze in terror, heart hammering,

Michelle held a finger to her lips again--shushing him--then rubbed the cum into her skin, eyes never leaving his.

Mine.