First Day Induction

David waited in the bar for Michelle to exit the toilets, nervously thinking of what to tell Jess, trying to ignore the upcoming implosion of his life.

Michelle strutted out of the toilets, mascara smeared, hair mussed.

Radiant.

As she reached him, his hands found hers--holding them--a simple act that meant more than the world to her. David kissed her softly on the lips before whispering to her "I guess you're my bitch now!"

Michelle slapped him on the shoulder playfully.

"How dare you? My boyfriend--partner? Lover? Fuck knows--is Head of Lending. How dare you call me a bitch!"

He kissed her again.

"Stop it! Or you'll end up in there again," she nodded towards the toilet doors, "And I won't be held responsible for what happens this time."

"Okay okay. Kinda want to see what'd happen..."

"Oh you will! But later. Get more Prosecco, I'm going outside. I'll tell them I had a bit of a cry about something at work and you talked me round. What a great bloke you have, Jess, etc etc. And I'll sit there looking teary but hopeful but remembering the feel of your cock inside me!"

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you too."

"Michelle? We'll make it work.. I promise." he squeezed her hand.

"We'd better! I'm not giving up your cock for anything!" she said with a smirk.

After one final kiss, he headed to the bar, head full of dreams and fears.

Just as he was being served his phone pinged.

From: Nikki

Someone looks like they just came hard... 🤣🤣 Delighted for you both! Please don't leave me out tho xx

He smiled. Was it that obvious?

To: Nikki

Only one of us! Thank you and I'm sure we won't... x

***

Outside at the table, Michelle was selling a sob story about a lecherous boss at work who wouldn't leave her alone as David returned with the drinks.

"And then one time in the lift, he started rubbing himself on me and I just felt... I felt so ashamed."

"David--did you know about this?" Jess asked, appalled.

"I... I'd heard rumours but Michelle really opened up to me in there. I'm shocked too."

Nikki looked at him knowingly.

"God, you poor thing, Michelle. David--I want you glued to her tomorrow, ok?" Jess directed him.

"Would you, David? Oh that'd mean so much. Thank you both... thank you." Michelle winked at him as she laid it on thick.

"Right--happier topics while we drink this. David--you're driving I'm afraid!"

***

Jess was asleep in the back of the car on the way home--an afternoon of sun and Prosecco proving too much for her--next to the dozing kids so she had no chance to notice Michelle and David holding hands in the front.

Once they were home, David helped them all to bed--tucking in, kissing goodnight--before heading back downstairs to the kitchen where Michelle sat, nursing the last of the Prosecco.

Sitting opposite her with a sigh and a soft smile, "What a day... I... wow. I fucking love you."

"Oh? You hadn't mentioned!" Michelle grinned at him, "I think I owe you a treat... for the pub..."

"It's fine--you don't have to."

Michelle pulled her jumper off, lace covered breasts exposed in the late evening sun, nipples straining hard and visible against the material.

"I'll never get tired of looking at you." he said softly.

Michelle climbed up onto the table, crawling towards him, watching him, seeing him checking out her cleavage, knowing the power she had over him. "I want to. Because I love you." she said, firm but low. She reached the edge of the table and shifted, sitting in front of him, legs either side.

"Take off my jeans."

David's fingers fumbled at her button in his haste.

"Slowly, we've got time. We can enjoy this properly." she reminded him. David took a breath then helped her out of the jeans, kissing the insides of her legs as they were bared, moving from her thighs down to her feet.

"Sit. Look at me."

David sat on the kitchen chair, just taking her in. His eyes moved from her face--the warmth of her eyes and the curve of her mouth--down to the deep valley of her cleavage. He followed the line of her stomach down to where her thighs spread against the kitchen table, the black thong looking stark against her pale skin.

Letting out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding, he told her. "You're beautiful, Michelle... just..."

The words had failed him but she saw the adoration in his face and eyes, felt the warmth of his love.

"I'm yours, David. I love you."

"And I'm yours. I love you too."

A quiet confirmation of everything.

Grabbing the glass of Prosecco, Michelle slid off the table to kneel in front of him. She slowly unbuttoned his jeans before pulling them down and off his legs. Her hands found his cock, straining against his boxers, tracing its length with her fingernails, squeezing him.

She pulled back as David reached for her. "Stop!" she ordered, "This is for you. Let me do this for you. Please?" she asked gently.

David sat back as his boxers were stripped away leaving him naked, cock thick and ready.

Michelle picked up her Prosecco and offered "Cheers," touching the cold glass to his tip before taking a mouthful of the bubbly wine. Holding his length with both hands, she gently caressed him, feeling him grow to full size before she took him in her mouth. David could feel the Prosecco bubble popping against his swollen crown as her tongue smeared them over him before drinking them down.

Tilting her glass she let a trickle of the cold bubbles run down his shaft--the fizz popping against his skin causing him to twitch in her mouth.

Releasing him, her tongue caught the bubbles where they reached the root before slowly tracing back up his length in one long, deliberate sweep.

David groaned low, hands gripping the chair as Michelle took him back into her mouth--just the head at first, tongue swirling the slit, collecting the mix of wine and precum as her hands began twisting around his wet shaft.

Her eyes were locked on his, enjoying his pleasure. She hummed softly, the vibration rolling through him. One hand cupped his balls, fingernails lightly scratching as the other continued to stroke him in slow, twisting pulls.

She sank deeper, never rushing, throat relaxing to take him. When her nose brushed his stomach she held there, swallowing around him, letting him feel the tight ripple. David could see the smile in her eyes, feel her devotion.

Pulling up slowly, Michelle slowly released him. She knelt in front of him, taking in air before David bent down to kiss her--their tongues teased each other, lips locked tight as Michelle's hands pulled his cock under her bra, trapping it between her heavy breasts. She could feel his pulse hammering through the thick member, felt it in her chest as she began to slide herself forwards and backwards on the slick length.

As the kiss broke apart, her head fell forward and she licked a slow circle around his head, before her lips sealed tight, tongue pressing the underside.

David reached down, fingers threading into her hair -- not pulling, just holding.

"I love you," he breathed. "I love you so much."

She hummed in answer, the sound vibrating straight through him. She sped up slightly--still controlled--cheeks hollowing on each downstroke of her tits. Saliva glistened on his shaft, dripping down it into the canyon of her cleavage.

His hips betrayed him, pushing forward as the pleasure became too much, but Michelle stilled him--a single hand placed on his stomach--before she increased her pace. Feeling the swelling in her mouth, she pulled him deeper as David erupted.

Michelle swallowed every drop, humming softly, milking him through it, before she pulled off slowly, freeing him from between her tits. She licked him clean, every inch, then kissed the sensitive head.

She rose, climbed into his lap, straddling him. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I love your cock," she whispered against his lips. "But I love you more."

"Table... please?" David asked, helping her up and onto the table, laying her back reverentially. He pulled her leg up onto his shoulders, before kissing first one foot then the other as he began to trail his tongue down her legs.

David sank to his knees, mouth staying on Michelle's thigh--sucking, nibbling--as his hands slid her thong down past her bum. She lowered her legs, giving him room to slide them down her legs before his mouth restarted its journey up the inside of her thighs.

Michelle felt his warm breath on her exposed pussy, arching her back in anticipation of the lick that didn't come. He held, using his breath to build her anticipation, she felt the air change as he whispered "I love you," before his tongue dragged slowly over her clit. She felt his tongue push into her--tasting the salty-sweetness--before it found the hardened nub again. David's tongue moved slowly, almost lazily, in circles around her most sensitive area--covering it in her juices as he hummed softly.

The broad flat of his tongue dragged slowly up her slit once more, parting her lips with deliberate care, tasting the warm, salty-sweet flood of her arousal. Michelle's breath hitched -- a soft, involuntary sound -- as the tip of his tongue found her clit and stayed there, pressing flat, not flicking, just holding steady pressure while the heat of his mouth enveloped her.

David kept his hands gentle on the insides of her thighs, thumbs stroking small circles against her skin, keeping her open for him. He didn't rush. He breathed through his nose, inhaling her scent -- musky, intimate, entirely her -- and let the slow rhythm of his tongue do the work. Long, lazy laps from her entrance back up to her clit, then a soft swirl around the swollen nub before flattening again.

Michelle's fingers slid into his hair, not pulling, just anchoring. Her hips rolled in tiny, needy circles, chasing the contact.

"Like that," she whispered. "God... just like that."

He hummed in answer -- a low, vibrating sound that rolled straight through her core. Her thighs trembled against his cheeks. He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them slowly upward, stroking the soft front wall while his tongue continued its unhurried worship of her clit. No frantic speed. No hard suction. Just steady, patient pressure and the wet slide of his fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Michelle's breathing grew shallower. "David..." His name came out half-moan, half-plea. Hearing her, he curled his fingers a little deeper, tongue pressing firmer, circling slower, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter inside her.

Her hips lifted off the table -- a small, helpless buck.

"I'm... close..." she breathed.

He didn't speed up. He stayed exactly where she needed him, tongue flat and steady, fingers stroking in the same slow, relentless rhythm. The orgasm built gradually--quiet at first, then exploding through her. Her thighs clamped around him, back arching off the table as a long, shuddering moan spilled from her lips, pussy pulsing hard around his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue.

David kept his mouth on her through every aftershock, softening his licks as she came down, gentle laps now, soothing rather than chasing. When her thighs finally relaxed he kissed the inside of each one -- soft, reverent -- then rose slowly, licking his lips, tasting her still.

Michelle reached for him, pulled him down until their foreheads touched.

"I love you," she murmured, voice hoarse, "Not just your cock--you."

"I love you" he whispered back, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Every part of you."

She smiled, joyously.

"Please. Fuck me. I need you. Slow. Deep. Please?"

David's hands slid under her hips, lifting her just enough to line himself up. Their mouths met as she felt his cock breach her lips, pushing into her.

They held each other, motionless for a second as David's cock filled her completely, kissing as she moaned, feeling every ridge of him as he slid in. David's hands pushed behind her back, finding the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. He settled into a steady rhythm, long slow thrusts as she played with herself, his hands massaging her full breasts.

Michelle hooked her legs around him, pulling him deeper, loving the depth and size of him, pleasure building as he slowly made love to her. Her fingers danced around her clit, pushing her towards the peak. David's cock was swelling inside her, his orgasm building as his thumbs teased her nipples. Michelle came hard, orgasm rolling through her, pussy spasming, pulling David over the edge with her. He thrust deep, filling her with jets of hot cum.

She laid there, filled with cock, being held, loved, on another woman's kitchen table.

Michelle had never felt more alive.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing him.

"I love you," he whispered back, smiling at her.

"Shower?" she offered with a grin.

"Shower," he agreed, lifting her, still deep inside her and carried her towards the stairs.

Towards the future.