First Day Induction

Chapter 2

The office door clicked open just after noon, letting the hum of the open plan office in--shouts of who's going for lunch, and where. "...and this is you, David. Bit of privacy for when you need it!"

"Thanks, Alex. Appreciate you showing me round."

"No worries. I know Michelle should've done it but I've no idea where she's gone."

The chair scraped across the hard-wearing carpet and Michelle, hidden beneath the desk, was suddenly surrounded by a pair of navy wool covered legs.

She was cold, sticky, angry and worst of all still desperately horny and this was an opportunity for revenge she couldn't pass up. Tenderly grabbing David's sizable package from her hiding spot, she began to stroke him through the wool, hand slowly working him from base to tip, her heavy tits rubbing against his shins.

"She'd had a spill and went to...clean up." The pause was barely perceptible as his mask held. Just.

Details of the 3pm board meeting were being discussed as his zip was eased down as Michelle blew cold breath on his hot crown, feeling him shiver before her tongue swirled around his tip, tasting herself as well as his thick, salty, precum before she took him fully in her mouth, trying to take him deep in her throat. Her hands began teasing his heavy balls as her tongue softly fluttered along the base of his shaft. Beads of sweat beginning to form along his spine as he thrust deeper into her talented mouth.

As he was leaving, Alex turned to David--"Do you hear that glugging noise? I'll get maintenance in to look at that for you."

David's mask held--just.

"Thanks--wouldn't want a leak in here!"

As the door clicked shut, David's hands stroked Michelle's face tenderly before taking a handful of her hair. He eased the chair back, his cock sliding free of her throat.

"You can come out now."

Impish brown eyes peered at him from the gloom.

"I can't and you know I can't. You fucked me stupid, stole my bra, stole my thong and ruined my blouse, you prick. Then you left me, covered in cum and buggered off. You're lucky you've got this!" The last sentence was accompanied by her gripping him in both hands at the base, giving him a waggle and a sloppy kiss to the tip.

"Guilty on all charges but I think you brought it on yourself--rubbing yourself on a married man like that. And being in possession of those!" He reached down to cup her tits, weighing the heavy flesh in his hands and squeezing them slowly. A low moan escaped her before she slapped his hands away.

"You need to solve this. Get my gym bag from my locker in the ladies changing room on the 10th floor. Locker 43, code 9829."

"Why? I've got things to do!"

"And if you try to stay and do them I'm going to edge you until you beg for my pussy. And then I'm going to sneak out at the end of the day and then never let you touch me again!"

He slapped her softly on the cheek with his still hard cock.

"You can't expect me to believe that?" he chuckled.

"Fine. I'll give you a daily hand job for a week."

"Pfft... is that it?"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to be honest about what you want."

She sighed. "Prick. I want to fuck you any chance I get."

"Why?"

"Because this," she said, waggling his cock again. "I think I'm in love with your dick. You I can take or leave!" She kissed his tip again, licking up the thick bead of precum that had formed.

"Okay, okay. I'll go get it," he smirked at her and she winked back, mouth full of cock, "but only because I love your tits and cunt. You're a bit of a bitch!"

Michelle grinned wickedly.

Pulling out his phone he took a quick snap of her under his desk, charcoal skirt bunched round her waist, swollen pussy on show, monumental tits swinging free, faint trails of his cum over her chest and face, eyes wide in surprise, cheeks hollowed as she sucked, "Excuse me? Did you ask?"

"No, but you just look gorgeous sucking my dick so I kinda had to. The next one will be when I'm balls deep in you, promise." he grinned.

"Actually, I'll let you take that on my phone."

"I bet! Anyway, you can have this back." Reaching back, he pulled her bra from where he'd tucked it in the back of his suit trousers.

"32H! Very impressive! I'm keeping the thong."

***

Ten minutes later the door clicked open again and her gym bag dropped on the floor by the desk. Michelle dragged it under and started to rummage through it.

"Shit--no hoody."

David started tapping away at his laptop, pretending not to be watching as she struggled out of the last of her office clothes before trying to pull on a pair of black leggings and matching sports bra.

"Are you going to sit there playing with your cock or are you actually going to help?"

"Suppose I can, seeing as you asked so nicely..."

David reached down, fingers brushing the soft skin of her hips as he helped guide the tight black leggings up over the generous curve of her arse. The fabric stretched audibly, clinging to every inch like wet paint. Michelle braced one hand on his thigh for balance, the other steadying herself against the underside of the desk, while he tugged the waistband into place.

"Jesus, these are tight," he muttered, half to himself.

"They're supposed to be," she replied, voice slightly muffled as she bent to adjust the crotch. "Keeps everything... contained."

The sports bra was next; she wriggled it over her head, heavy breasts bouncing free for a moment before she looked up at him, one arm through but pinned against her head by the twisted material.

"Help."

"Please?"

"Ugh. Help. Please." she huffed.

"With pleasure," he grinned, before leaning down to cup her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. He weighed them in his hands, whistling softly through his teeth.

"These really are something special," he said going back to caressing them.

"And so is the woman attached to them. And, as much as I'm enjoying this, please help me put them away."

David gave them one last squeeze before pulling the tight elastic down and over them, flattening the magnificent 32Hs into something almost respectable. Almost.

She crawled out from under the desk on all fours, hair a wild brunette halo, mascara smudged, lips swollen and glossy, nipples hard and proud from their recent treatment. For a second she simply knelt there between his knees, looking up at him with those big brown eyes that now held equal parts mischief and something dangerously close to possession.

"You're a fucking mess," he said, but the words came out softer than he intended.

"Says the man who just came all over my face in the middle of an HR induction." She reached up, wiped a lingering streak of dried cum from her cheek with the pad of her thumb, then deliberately sucked it clean while maintaining eye contact. "Your tie's still round my thigh, by the way. I like it there."

David glanced down. The pink silk bow was faintly visible through the leggings, tied high on her right thigh, the same tie he'd worn to symbolise twelve mostly happy years with Jess. The contrast made his stomach twist and his cock twitch simultaneously.

Michelle noticed. Of course she did.

She rose slowly to her feet, stepped between his spread thighs, and leaned in until her sports-bra-covered breasts brushed his shirt. One hand slid up the inside of his leg until her palm cupped him through the wool trousers--still half-hard, still sensitive.

Slipping a hand into his pocket, she grabbed her thong and snatched it back. Slowly, she lowered his zip and pulled his cock free, draping the damp lace over him before tying it in a loose knot around the thick base like a filthy little cock-ring.

"Now we both have one," she murmured against his ear. "You're going to take me shopping. You're going to stand guard outside the changing room like a good senior executive making sure his HR business partner isn't having any... difficulties. Then you're going to take me somewhere scandalous--the board room is free for an hour before your meeting and has a lockable door--and you're going to fuck me properly. No desk, no lift, no interruptions. Just you, me, and that fat cock I can still feel throbbing inside me."

David swallowed. "I've got to prep for the board meeting."

"Wing it." Her fingers tightened fractionally. "You know what you're talking about."

He exhaled through his nose, torn between panic and raw want. "You're insane."

"I bet you married a nice girl, David. You built a nice life. Nice house, nice kids, nice pink tie." She traced the knot on her thigh with one crimson fingernail before resting her hand on his crotch. "But nice doesn't make your dick this hard, does it?"

Silence stretched between them. Somewhere down the corridor someone laughed too loudly at a joke. A printer whirred.

Michelle stepped back, turned, and bent to pick up her gym bag--deliberately giving him the full view of the leggings stretched tight across her arse, the seam disappearing between her cheeks like an invitation. The black Lycra hugged every sculpted curve she'd built with years of squats and lunges: high, round, impossibly firm, the kind of arse that made pencil skirts look criminal and gym leggings look obscene.

From this angle the material was so thin he could make out the shadowed cleft, her dampness, the way the fabric dipped into it, outlining the perfect heart shape before flaring out over generous hips. Her waist nipped in dramatically above it, accentuating the dramatic hourglass she carried so effortlessly.

He groaned, trousers tented visibly again, "I should've asked to fuck that amazing bum."

"Nope, not happening. I've never let anyone do it and I'm especially not starting with that," she gave his cock a playful flick, "it'll kill me!"

She straightened slowly, letting him drink in the front view now. The sports bra strained heroically across her chest, the thick band digging into the soft flesh beneath, forcing the heavy 32Hs upward and together until they threatened to spill over the top. Even compressed they looked magnificent--pale, flawless orbs pushed into deep, inviting cleavage that rose and fell with each breath, nipples still visibly hard and poking against the stretched fabric. A faint sheen of sweat (and maybe something else) glistened in the valley between them.

"These on the other hand..." cupping her breasts to present them further, "And this..." giving her pussy a gentle pat. "Are for you to fuck whenever I let you." she purred.

She cocked one hip, letting the pink silk bow on her thigh catch the light, and asked with a slow, knowing smile:

"How do I look?"

***

Ann Summers on a weekday lunch was not where he'd expected to be on his first day. Especially not following a gorgeous brunette whose thong was tied round his cock like a reward and whose face was still covered in faint salty traces of his cum.

"Why are we going in here?" he asked her over the hubbub of the high street.

"Two reasons. One--they actually do 32H bras; and two--I don't think you want to see me in granny panties just yet... do you?"

He remembered the only time he'd been in an Ann Summers before--his suggestion to Jess to spice things up and try to get them out of a rut. She'd refused, 'Not the kind of thing decent people do,' but he'd gone in to look on his own a few days later. Feeling completely out of place, he'd left empty-handed and embarrassed.

Now he felt both of those and a sharp pang of guilt too. Michelle turned to him and pressed a kiss to his lips as she gave his cock a subtle squeeze. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, bouncing into the shop. He followed dutifully.

Michelle headed straight to the sex toys section, picking out a remote controlled pair of love eggs. "These should be fun for the office!" she called over her shoulder tossing them back to him as she strode towards an intimidating section of dildos.

Turning to face him, she reached down and grabbed his dick through the wool of his trousers. "Now, what size do we think matches up?" she asked, rubbing his hardening length.

A blonde shop assistant, similar in age to Michelle approached. "Anything I can help with?" she asked. "And please keep the... er... comparisons for when you get home."

David flushed deep pink with shame while Michelle just giggled--the action jiggling her breasts and making David's cock throb in response. The shop assistant's eyes caught the movement and David noticed a flush spreading over her neck and chest.

Michelle peered down at the name tag pinned to the girl's ample chest where her nipples had visibly hardened--"Nikki is it? Terribly sorry. It won't happen again. Unless you want to have a turn...?"

Nikki flushed deeper and her hand reached out slowly, blue eyes pinned to his crotch, as she grasped his thick length, David's eyes widening in shock.

"Now what size do you think is closest?" Michelle asked. The pretty blonde was exploring his dick quite thoroughly now and becoming visibly aroused. Michelle cleared her throat pointedly.

"Oh... er... probably this one," Nikki garbled, grabbing one of the biggest off the rack and holding it out awkwardly.

"Thank you, we'll take it," Michelle said, passing it to David and heading off into the lingerie section. A stunned David trooped after her.

***

Fifteen minutes later, David was placed outside the changing rooms by Michelle as she went in to try on a selection of underwear that was little more than strings, straps and patches of lace.

Pulling the curtain closed, Michelle left a tiny sliver open, allowing David a window to watch. First, he saw Lycra being discarded before a pert nipple was peeked through the gap before quickly disappearing. By now, he'd removed his blazer, folded it over his arm and was holding it like a shield in front of his near permanently tented crotch, hiding the salty patch of precum leaking through.

Shuffling to his left, he was able to get a wider view of the mirror, showing Michelle in a black lace crotchless thong and matching bra, bra battling and failing to keep her boobs in check, pink tie still around her thigh.Jess would never wear anything like that,he thought. Michelle caught his eye and smirked at him, her fingers trailing to the open access to her pussy and collecting some of her wetness.

"David, be a dear and come help me with this," she called from the cubicle. As he stepped into the confined space, she pressed back against him, arse straight into his rigid cock, grinding slowly. One arm looped round the back of his head pulling him down into a kiss before she fed her soaked fingers into his eager mouth. The sweet saltiness of her invaded his tastebuds as he thrust against her, the scent of her lingering as she pulled her hand away and dropped it to her chest.

"Try to loosen the straps a bit for me," she breathed, lifting her tits up and out. As he began to fumble with the straps, he felt his zip pulled down and his cock dragged free of his boxers. It rested against her back, trailing precum over her as she reached behind her, one hand slowly sliding along his shaft, the other reaching for his balls.

David gave up on the straps completely as he pinched Michelle's already hard nipples, kissing her neck softly as he did so. She moaned softly, increasing the speed of the hand job as she ground her bum into him.

"Quickly!" she whispered, bending forward and presenting her pussy to him. "Give me it. Now!"

David stroked his engorged tip along her wet folds before burying himself slowly in her. She squealed in delight as she felt herself being stretched again by the enormous piece of meat, pushing back to take him deeper.

David was pinned against the thin partition wall, his cock splitting the vivacious brunette's pussy as she braced against the far wall.

"Picture. Now. For me." she demanded, handing him her phone. He leaned back, ensuring the lace--detailed with red hearts-- provided a natural frame for her arse above the join where his cock was being gripped tightly by her swollen pussy, pink bow visible between them.

Click.

A memory of hundreds of family photos came unbidden. He cringed slightly before looking back at Michelle. Fuck. Just...fuck.

Handing back the phone, he pulled nearly fully out of Michelle before he slammed back into her hard, banging her head against the far wall. The noise echoed through the shop.

A familiar voice sounded from behind the curtain. "Everything ok in there?" Nikki asked, making them pause.

"Just struggling with a fit," Michelle panted. "Want to come in and help?" she asked, turning to grin at David over her shoulder.

David could feel the heat rising to his face as Nikki stepped into the dressing room. He felt the shame of being caught as she gasped.

"You...you...can't just...you can't..." Nikki stammered as her eyes widened. "Just... just take your stuff to the till and then get out. "Michelle winked at David, "So sorry, Nikki. We got a little carried away."

Michelle pulled forward, releasing David. Nikki's hand strayed to her thigh as the flush reappeared on her chest, her breathing low and ragged.

Ripping the tags off the underwear, Michelle struggled back into the tight Lycra, as David turned away, tucking himself back into his boxers, tugging his zip up with finality.

Michelle looked around. "Are we all decent? Lead the way, Nikki! And so sorry again."

'Not the kind of thing decent people do' echoed in David's head as guilt and shame punched him in the gut. He pulled his blazer in front of the distended trousers and followed the girls to the till.

He couldn't stop staring at the sticky trail on Michelle's back as Nikki rang the items through. He tapped his phone to pay--not even looking at the price nor considering the consequences of the transaction appearing in the joint account--as the girls chatted. He didn't register Michelle sending Nikki the picture he'd taken ten minutes earlier--all that echoed in his head was 'not what decent people do'.

What the fuck have I become?

***

Michelle guided him straight to the menswear section in Zara. "You need a tie. You need to look decent for the board meeting," she explained.

After a couple of minutes of searching, they found the display rack and Michelle picked out a red tie for him. "Do you think this matches?"

"Matches what?"

"The hearts on my underwear, idiot!" she smirked, rolling down her leggings to flash him her thong. Grabbing the tie off him she held it against the black lace, letting him contrast the red tones until a cough startled them.

She quickly straightened herself before smiling sweetly at young male sales assistant whose eyes were taking in every inch of her curves while his face reddened. "Terribly sorry, just needed to check the colours matched," she said, taking David's hand and leading him away.

"Now when you see your tie, you'll know you're mine," she whispered to him.

They quickly went through womenswear, Michelle picking up a new cream blouse and black pencil skirt, finding any excuse to bump against David's crotch. She pressed her hip into him while pretending to examine a rack of blouses, letting the hard outline of his cock nestle against the curve of her arse for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Each time he flinched or tried to step back, she shot him a wicked glance over her shoulder--eyes glittering with the knowledge that he was already leaking again.

Then she found what she wanted.

A quiet corner near the back wall, partially shielded by a tall display of winter coats. The lunchtime crowd was thinning here; most shoppers were clustered near the tills or the front mirrors. Michelle tugged him behind the rack, the heavy wool coats brushing their shoulders like a makeshift curtain.

"Quick," she whispered, voice low and urgent. "I need a taste before we head back."