First Day Induction

Her hand slowly pulled at his cock, working near the tip, thumb dragging across the head to collect his precum.

Horns blared around them as they sat in the traffic of the morning commute, gridlocked for the last ten minutes.

"What meetings have you got today?"

"Group Risk Committee at 11 and a few other one-to-ones... why?"

"Is Group Risk on Teams or in the boardroom?"

"Boardroom... why?" he glanced at her.

"Never you mind why, just concentrate on driving and not ruining your suit," she released his cock--sucking her thumb clean, tasting his saltiness.

Traffic started to move, Michelle's hand returned to stroking, drawing a satisfied sigh from David. He looked at her adoringly.

"Eyes on the road, Loverboy!"

A passing trucker wound his window down and shouted over--Michelle opening hers to hear better.

"My turn next, love?" he laughed.

"Think you measure up do you?" she smiled wolfishly. The trucker bent low, peering over "Fucking hell--has that thing got a knee? Not a chance, love!" he drove off, laughing.

"Not just me you impress then, David!" she said before bending to kiss his crown. "I love this cock!"

"And?" he grinned

"And the thing it's attached to I guess." she stuck her tongue out at him.

"You guess? Pfft!"

***

The walk from the car park to the office would've been sweet--holding hands, sharing kisses and jokes--if she hadn't just edged him for the entire car ride, leaving him painfully erect and leaking.

Fifty yards from the office, she stopped them, pulling him into a passionate kiss--lips soft, tongues teasing, her body pressing against his aching cock for just a moment.

"That'll have to do me until lunchtime. I'm going to the gym...?" she left the suggestion hanging.

David nodded eagerly, "I'm out of committee at 12:30 so I think I'll head straight down after that. Michelle..."

"Yes?"

"I love you. I really love you."

"I know." she smirked, "You never asked about my meetings."

"What? Er...sorry that was rude of me. Do you have any meetings today?"

"Of course I do! I'm especially looking forward to my 11 o'cock one-to-one with Mr Penis!"

And with that, she strutted off to the office, an extra sway in her hips and a huge grin on her face--all for him.

***

David was sweating even before he entered the boardroom. This was his first time in Group Risk and whilst he wasn't presenting, he was desperate to make a good impression. Unfortunately, his mind was racing, wondering what was in store for him. As his eyes swept the room, he realised she wasn't there and he relaxed a little before a jab of disappointment hit him. He missed her.

It's been two hours! Get a grip!

Reaching for his phone to check it was on silent he saw she'd messaged.

From: Michelle

Nearly time for my 121 with Mr Penis. How do I look?

The photo beneath showed a kneeling Michelle, blouse unbuttoned and tits completely on show, skirt riding up to show her stocking tops and suspender belt. She was grinning and looked full of life despite being in darkness.

Wait... is that the boardroom table she's under?

Fuck.

Five minutes into the meeting she found him, her hand grabbing his, squeezing, offering reassurance. David could feel her naked tits resting against his legs, her nipples scraping the wool--hard against his shins.

He felt certain the sound of his zip being pulled down was like a gunshot against the noise of the meeting but no one looked up, no one called him out.

Michelle's hand found its way inside his boxers, gently grasping him, lifting him out silently. He felt a single fingernail lightly scratch a trail along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Michelle's warm breath blew softly across his crown as he twitched involuntarily. A moment later, she repeated the action--two fingernails this time, painfully slowly.

Above the boardroom table, the meeting continued as normal and David fought to maintain his composure whilst Michelle's slow worship continued under the table. It was never more than two fingernails, always tracing base to tip, always the soft breath on his head. She was driving him crazy and he wanted to thrust into her waiting mouth--his body constantly telling him to do it while his mind fought back.

David was asked about concentration limits and as he answered, he felt her cheek rest against his thigh, hand holding his until he finished. He was rewarded with a slow sensuous kiss to his tip, her tongue collecting his precum before her fingernails and breath restarted their slow ritual. Every single light scratch sending sparks through him; every single breath demanding he push into her mouth.

As the meeting moved onto risk based pricing. David had to present a short slide. Michelle rested her cheek on his thigh again, arms hugged around his leg to leave him free to concentrate and to use his hands to elaborate.

David had never felt so truly adored--her actions saying more than any three word phrase.

As he relaxed, presentation finished, Michelle kissed his crown again.

I love you, she thought,please feel like I feel.

After cleaning him of precum with a soft, lingering lick, her tongue traced the start of a vein from base to tip--slow, deliberate, ending in a gentle kiss.

She found another path, following a different route upward at the same patient speed, mapping him inch by inch.

Michelle's tongue had made it halfway up when he was called upon to answer a question. He stammered slightly, before he felt her reassure him--her hand finding his and squeezing lightly as she rested her head on his thigh again. He reached down to gently caress her cheek, offering his silent thanks. Michelle turned, kissing his hand, accepting his love--waiting patiently for him to finish talking before rewarding him with a long lingering kiss, tongue swirling his crown.

She paused when the chair asked for comments on high risk lending. David cleared his throat, and began to answer.

Under the table she went still--cheek resting on his thigh, fingers loosely circled around the root of his cock, warm breath steady against his skin. She waited patiently--letting him speak.

The moment he finished, she rewarded him: one slow, full-length lick from balls to tip, tongue flat and soft. Then again. This time softer, finishing by teasing his slit, gathering the precum.

She gave the crown a gentle, reverent kiss before tucking him back into his boxers with careful fingers and zipping him up as quietly as possible

David was still impossibly hard, desperate to feel her around him but with one final soft kiss to the bulging fabric she was done.

***

David sat on an exercise bike--not bothering to pedal--in the empty gym when the door opened. His goddess in gym wear appeared, looking slightly flustered.

"They would not leave the bloody boardroom! Two hours I was under that table! I was sure someone would find me."

"I'm glad they didn't." he smiled at her.

"Enjoyed it, did you?" she grinned

"No. You've got my car keys in your bag so if you get escorted off the premises, I'm fucked!" he laughed.

"I was hoping I'd be the one to be fucked!" she said, thrusting her bum at him and heading to the bank of treadmills in front of a mirrored wall.

"I think you should just sit there and watch for a bit," she said, turning a treadmill on to walking pace.

Michelle stepped onto the belt. She used it as her own private catwalk, exaggerating every sway of her hips. The mirror gave David both angles: front and back at once. Her leggings clung like a second skin, the thin black material stretched tight over the curve of her ass. Each deliberate step made the seam disappear deeper, outlining everything.

She glanced at his reflection, caught the growing bulge in his shorts, and smirked.

Her hands slid down her sides, palms smoothing over her hips, then cupping her own arse. She squeezed once--hard--then delivered a sharp, playful slap. The sound cracked through the empty gym. The bulge in his shorts grew visibly.

Michelle reached up, gathering her hair high with both hands, making herself taller, tits lifting in the sports bra. The fabric pulled taut; the faint outline of her nipples sharpened. She held the pose a second longer than necessary, watching him watch her.

She dropped her hands. Turned the speed up slightly to a brisk walk. Her tits bounced with each stride--full, heavy, obscene in the tight bra. The rhythm made the underband ride up, exposing a thin strip of underboob. She didn't fix it.

"What's going to give up first, David?" she called over her shoulder, voice light. "You or my sports bra? Keep watching... or come join me. But anyone could walk in at any minute..."

David's hand drifted to his waistband, adjusting himself. The bulge strained harder.

Michelle grinned at him in the mirror. "Looks like I've made this too easy for you."

She planted her feet on either side of the moving belt and bent from her waist--legs straight, back arched. The leggings pulled impossibly tight, the seam now a dark line buried between her cheeks. She reached back with one hand, fingers tracing the seam from the small of her back down to where it vanished. Then she rubbed herself through the fabric--slow circles over her clit, hips rocking just enough to make the material slide against her.

David groaned low, hand dropping to his cock unbidden, wanking himself.

She hooked two fingers under the waistband. Rolled the leggings down an inch--bare skin flashed, the top of her bum, skin bare beneath. Held it there a heartbeat. Then tugged them back up with a snap against her flesh.

"Oh--I forgot to tell you," she said casually, straightening. "The thong Mr Penis picked? It got a bit... soaked... so I left it in your office. On your laptop. Hope no one goes looking for you."

She turned the speed up again--light jog now. Tits bounced higher with each step. The sports bra was losing the fight; the left cup slipped lower, the faint pink edge of her areola peeking out, then--finally--the hard pink nipple popped free, wobbling with every stride.

"Oh I'm so sorry..." Michelle laughed, making no effort to cover up. "How embarrassing. One more and you win!"

Michelle slowed the belt to a walk, watching him in the mirror. Her right nipple was almost free, leggings low on her hips.

She cupped the freed breast for a second, thumb brushing her own nipple. She pinched it lightly--enough to make it stand harder--then let go so it bounced with her next stride.

"I'm watching you stroke that big cock for me. It's making me so fucking wet" she said breathily.

She slid a hand down under her waistband, rubbing slow circles over her clit under the fabric, eyes locked on his in the mirror. "Bet you can taste it from there."

David's hand sped up. Groan low in his throat.

Michelle pulled her hand up to her mouth, tasting her wetness as she sucked her fingers clean, strutting for him.

David couldn't wait. He climbed off the bike, strode to the treadmill, and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her clean off the belt.

"I win!" she giggled as he carried her over to the exercise mats in the corner--hidden from the door but visible in the mirror. He nearly threw her over a yoga ball--arse in the air--before scrabbling to pull her leggings down.

"Do I win a prize?" she said looking back at him, smiling innocently. David couldn't speak. He needed her. Needed to be inside her.

He pulled himself free, lined his tip up against her wet folds and drove harshly into her with a grunt, bottoming out in one thrust.

"Here's... your... prize!" he panted.

Michelle was biting her hand, stifling her moan, before she fired back at him.

"I won the big stuffed toy then!" she giggled.

David pulled slowly back before slamming into her, the rubber mat squeaking with each thrust. She watched in the mirror, turned on at the sight of him hammering into her.

I caused this. I made him this wild. I fucking love it.

"David... dear? Mr Penis... is doing...fuuuuck!"

It was too much, he'd reached around to find her clit, flicking the swollen nub as his cock filled her. The aggressive pace breaking her concentration as the thick cock stretched her, her walls scraped by every rounding vein.

Michelle slumped forward, weight held by the yoga ball and the huge cock inside her as the orgasms shattered her completely. She watched in the mirror as she squirted around him, splattering the rubber mats and his bare legs. She saw him bending to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear as he continued thrusting.

She smiled.

After slowing for her climax, David gripped her hips--holding her in position as he slammed into her, using the grasping pussy to send himself over the edge.

Michelle could only watch in the mirror--her legs feeling like jelly--as he suddenly pulled out, cock throbbing before it covered her arse and lower back in streams of hot cum. Her smile grew wider.

"Well done... Mr Penis!" she panted with a giggle, "I fucking love you!"

"Are you talking to me or my cock?" David laughed.

"You, you idiot. You. I fucking love you! God!"

David grinned as he sat back, sweaty and panting, on the cum-covered gym mats.

"You're alright, I guess!"

She reached back, smeared a finger through the cum on her back, then licked it clean with a wink.

"Pretty good prize, that."