First Day Induction

David woke early, feeling the little spoon's bum grinding into his hard cock, his hand wrapped around her finding the hardening nipples. He kissed her neck, nibbling at her ear lobe, before his fingers found her wetness, smearing her wetness over her clit.

She shifted, lifting her bum slightly so his cock nestled against her wet folds before he pushed gently into her. She gasped as she came fully awake, feeling herself being stretched by him, turning her head to meet his kiss, his hand tangled in her hair.

David started to thrust slowly into her as they kissed, his fingers reaching around--teasing her clit, circling the swollen nub. She was pushing back, rolling her hips as he thrust, feeling his desperation. His fingers were circling her clit, pushing on it with more pressure as the climax crested--pillow between her teeth to stifle her moans.

David increased his pace, slamming deep into her, hard and fast before he came deep inside her--legs shaking.

She laid there for a moment, hand entwined in his, listening to the beating of her heart and his ragged breath.

"Good morning, Mr Big Cock--that was a nice way to be woken up," Michelle murmured, "But shouldn't you be downstairs?"

***

Thirty minutes later, everyone was sat around the breakfast table, Jess looking rough and feeling very sorry for herself. "And my snoring was that bad you slept on the couch? God, 'Chelle, what must you think of me?"

"I think you needed it!" Michelle said turning to David, "I'm the guest here--you should've kicked me out of my bed."

"Nonsense--he's like a cat. He can sleep anywhere. It's so annoying!" Jess cut in.

"It's fine, Michelle," David reassured her, before adding with a grin, "I was perfectly comfortable where I was. I woke up a bit stiff but once I got moving I was fine." Michelle bit her lip as their eyes met across the table.

"Right--I'm heading for a shower," David said to Jess before turning back to Michelle, "Are you in the office too? I'll give you a lift if you want?"

"I am and are you sure? I'd love that--saves getting the bus!"

Jess groaned as the sunlight reflected off a glass into her eyes. "I'm doing drop off then going back to bed. I'm dying."

Michelle asked them both "Can I shower at the same time as David? Er... oh God! That sounds wrong! Is the water pressure good enough so that both showers can run at once?" she met David's eyes. He nodded subtly.

"Yes they are!" Jess laughed before groaning. "I'm never drinking again! David--glued to her remember. Just nod. Noise. Hurts."

David gave Jess a peck on the cheek and went to say bye to the kids.

Jess turned to Michelle, "I'm so sorry for last night... I wanted to get to know you better and I end up in bed. Urgh."

"Nothing to apologise for. To be honest after the last week I wasn't the best company yesterday. Ask David--I was practically crying again in here last night."

***

David heard the shower door open and turned to greet Michelle with a long, passionate kiss, their chests pressing together.

"Has she left?"

"Nearly but I couldn't wait," Michelle replied, grabbing the shower gel and squirting a dollop into her hand. "Come here."

Michelle massaged the shower gel across his chest and stomach before her hands found his cock. She gently worked soap along the hardening length, cleaning every thick inch before taking the tip in her mouth. She cleaned his tip with her eager tongue as her hands, soaped his heavy balls--softly cleaning him.

Standing straight--hands still wanking him--she kissed him. "Your turn. And I need a thorough clean."

David grabbed a bottle of Jess's shower gel, spraying it over her chest as she backed into him--his cock pushing against her back as her hands continued running up and down its length.

"I hope that's not the only thing you spray on there!" she giggled.

"God--you're filthy!" he groaned

"I know--that's why we're in the shower," she joked "But you also love it!"

He began massaging the soap into Michelle's huge, pert tits--cupping them in his hands, weighing them, squeezing them, making Michelle feel worshipped. His fingers found her nipples, pinching gently, flicking the hard nubs. Michelle's hands continued to move up and down his length, her bum grinding into the base as David's hands moved lower, holding her hips for a second as she leaned backwards to kiss him.

Michelle felt a thick finger rub along her wet slit before it curled into her, opening her.

"Honey! We're off! Love you!" Jess shouted from downstairs, quiet over the drumming water. David didn't stop, he pushed a second finger inside Michelle as he shouted back.

"Okay--see you tonight! Lo...love you all!" his voice broke as Michelle gave his balls a hard squeeze.

"These are mine, remember?" her hands returned to his shaft, "And this is too!"

David's fingers were fucking Michelle softly, "This is mine," he said before his other hand gently slapped her wet tits, "And these are mine," he turned her to face him leaning down so their mouths were inches apart, "And you're mine, remember?"

Michelle giggled, "I love when you think you're in charge!" she kissed him, "Now sit on the floor!" she ordered.

As he sat, she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into her--his nose and tongue buried in her wet pussy. "This is mine too!" she told him, grinding on his face.

David's tongue lapped at her folds, finding her clit and circling around it, flicking at it as he pushed his fingers back inside her.

Pushing his head back for a breath, he grinned up at her as she thrust forward. "See, I can stop anytime I want!" he teased, tongue millimetres from her, fingers running over her lips.

Michelle pulled a face at him, "Then I guess you just get to sit there while I shower," she said offhandedly, turning and bumping her bum into his face. As he reached for her, she slapped his hands away. "Nope, you stopped remember?"

She began to slowly clean herself in front of him, making sure to keep bumping him with her hip before she bent--straight-legged--in front of him to 'clean' her ankles and pushed herself back onto his face. David's tongue flicked out, teasing her tight knot as he grabbed her hips to hold her.

"Who told you... fuuck that's good... who told you, you could continue?" she moaned.

His reply was muffled by her full, firm arse as his tongue began circling her, one hand returning to her pussy. Michelle braced herself against the wall with her hands as David's thumb began to rub her clit whilst he tongued her arsehole. David felt her legs begin to shake as her orgasm shuddered through her leaving her gasping.

He grabbed her by the hips, steadying her as he guided her down and onto him. Michelle was still enjoying the aftershocks of the climax as she felt her pussy being stretched around the big cock. She smiled to herself.

This felt... right.

The two of them sat there on the floor of the shower, hot water cascading around them, as they found comfort, David buried to the hilt in Michelle's tight pussy, his arms crossed beneath her full breasts.

"I chose to continue... you're not the boss of me!" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes. I. Am!" she pouted as she rolled her hips, grinding on him. "Now be a good boy and lie down."

Michelle turned, keeping his cock inside her, to face him laid on the shower floor. Putting her knees either side of him, she began riding him, bouncing up to slam down with a wet slap, feeling nearly every inch slide out of her before bottoming out each time. David had buried his face in her tits, softly biting her nipples as he was buried inside her again and again.

David locked his arms around her back, holding her in place as he hammered up into her, feeling her clenching around him, her chest heaving as another orgasm tore through her. Michelle was barely able to notice David swelling as he neared but she slammed down onto him, forcing him deeper than felt possible, grinding her hips as if to drag the cum out of him. He bucked once, twice, then she felt the flood inside her as he came.

They lay a minute under the hot water, arms and legs entwined.

"I'm the boss," Michelle grinned at him.

"You just think you're the boss," he grinned back, "I'm Head of Lending."

"Well I'm Head of... Head of your Cock!" she pouted.

"Deal." he agreed with a smile. "I love you, Michelle."

"Hush--you only say that when I let you."

"Okay..."

"I love you too, David."

***

David sat on the guest bed, still messed and smelling faintly of their morning sex, watching Michelle get ready. She'd finished her hair and make-up and was rummaging in her underwear drawer, bum and tits shaking seductively.

She held up a tiny triangle of purple lace. "Too slutty for the office?"

David unzipped his trousers, freeing his straining cock--Michelle glanced at it then at him. "Well part of you approves! Is it too slutty for the office?"

David laughed, "Who's going to see it?"

"No-one, if people don't behave!"

She pulled it up before twirling for him, the twin waistbands meeting at a heart-shaped loop before a single, thin string disappeared between her cheeks. At the front, pink lace flowers just about stopped it being see-through but he could make out the soft fuzz just above her folds.

"Too slutty? Or do I go with nothing on?"

David's cock twitched.

"Hmm," Michelle pretended to think, "Thong?" David's cock twitched again, "Or no thong?"

No twitch. "Thats decided then. Thank you, David's penis."

Michelle pulled out a matching bra and suspender belt. The bra went on first, similar pink flowers failing to hide her hard nipples through the lace.

"Bra or no bra?" she asked.

"Are you asking me or--"

"Shush, David. Me and your penis are talking. Bra?" no movement, "Or no bra?" a noticeable twitch. "Thank you, Mr Penis," Michelle said, slipping the bra off and putting it back into the drawer.

Next she clipped the suspender belt around her waist before finding so seamed, silk stockings. She stood close to David, her breasts nearly touching his face as she rolled a stocking first up one leg then the other, before dragging him forward and motorboating him with a giggle.

Stepping back, she paraded in front of him, showing off her toned legs.

"Stockings?" a twitch, "Or no stockings?" no twitch.

"You like me in lingerie don't you, you little pervert! Do I look pretty?"

"I love you in anyth--"

"Will you please stop interrupting! I'm clearly talking to Mr Penis." she bent down, kissing his crown, "Sorry, Mr Penis..." she murmured, her hot breath sending shivers up David's spine, "He just won't learn! Do I look pretty?" David's cock twitched again.

"Good boy--I always look pretty don't I?"

He twitched again.

"I love you" she whispered, planting another kiss on his tip.

"I love--"

"Talking to Mr Penis!" she scolded.

Michelle finished her outfit with a cream silk blouse that strained across her chest--hard nipples jutting against the material--that did nothing to hide the jiggle whenever she moved; and a black pencil skirt--tight across her bum--that stopped just below her stocking tops but didn't hide the bumps and ridges of the suspenders and clips.

She stepped into some black 4-inch heels and span slowly for him.

"How do I look?"

David sat there, mute, the precum leaking from his cock a silent ovation.

"Thank you, Mr Penis. Let's head to work!"