First Day Induction

David half-staggered into the 32nd floor toilets, legs still unsteady from blasting Michelle's face in Zara. The dimly lit room, furnished in tasteful grey and wood tones, was empty except for him and the occasional spritz of the sandalwood air freshener. Opening a cubicle, he unzipped his trousers and began wiping the sticky mess she'd helped him make of his boxers, trying to erase some of the shame he felt at what he'd done.

When he'd finished, he headed to the sink, looking himself in the eye in the mirror, noticing the mussed hair, the slight lipstick smear on his cheek. And the red tie. His eyes dropped, unable to meet his own gaze.

A dry spell. That's all it was.

And this was his reaction? Who was he anymore?

And why had he still got her thong tied around his cock?

***

The water cascaded through Michelle's thick brown hair, rinsing away the cum she'd caught in Zara--Christ, that was good--before she turned to rinse her face and chest. Her nipples hardened against the warm water, hypersensitive after the mauling her tits had received during the day; her mind returning to the dressing room--the teasing she'd given him, making him taste her from her fingers before he'd played with her tits as she stroked his cock.Oh that cock,she thought, that glorious weapon that felt like it was splitting her in two every time she took it. Her hands dropped to her pussy, seeking the heat there and the hard nub above. She covered her hands in soap and tenderly began to trace circles on her clit as the water streamed down her curved body.

Michelle grabbed the shower head, directing the hot jets directly onto her clit as she began to finger fuck herself; slowly at first then faster as the water stimulated her. She imagined it was David as the orgasm rocked through her, knees trembling as she stifled her moans.

I need that cock again.

***

Ten minutes later, Michelle stepped into the boardroom still damp from the shower. She'd tied her hair up in a messy bun before putting the love-heart set from Ann Summers back on--the plunge bra had hearts over the cups but was so sheer her nipples were clearly visible, where they were even covered at all; and the knickers had a satin bow above the open Brazilian bum as well as being crotchless. Matching the bow with a fresh one tied in pink silk around her thigh, she pulled on the new black pencil skirt over her hips and smoothed it over the curves of her bum, adding the blouse and a pair of glasses she looked at herself in the mirror.

I'm not sure slutty librarian was quite the look I intended but I like it, she thought, smoothing the tight clothes where they strained over her curves. As the light hit her, she realised she could clearly see her nipples through the shirt... they hardened near instantly.

Heels back on, she headed for the boardroom.

***

Entering the high-ceiling room, she found herself alone.

Sitting in the CEO's chair she began flicking through her photos; David's cock buried in her pussy, in her mouth, her cum-covered face, her hand grasping his cock, one of herself in the changing room--David caught in the mirror, watching her.

The door opening interrupted her reverie--David slipped inside looking apologetic, furtive.

"Michelle... I... this isn't me. I'm a happily married man. I can't...you understand. Please."

Standing, she walked to him, holding him in deep embrace. "It's okay. I don't want anything from you you're not willing to give." She held his head and kissed him softly, "Besides, why would you? Like you said--I am a bit of a bitch!" she chuckled.

His cock was betraying him, poking into her thigh, semi-hard still.

Michelle released him and turned back to the boardroom table, hitching up her skirt. Bending over slowly, legs apart, she showed him the swollen pussy easily accessible through the crotchless panties and the pink silk he'd tied on her earlier.

"We've got 45 minutes in here. Alone".

David closed behind her, "Michelle... please..." he begged as he reached for her.

Help her up, David. Stop this.

I can't. I want it.

I want her.

Surrender came easier every time.

He felt his left hand move before he could stop himself--two fingers sliding inside her, the dull gold of his wedding band nestled against her folds.

"Good boy," she murmured pressing back against him as his fingers sought her clit. David dropped to his knees behind her, face falling into her heat, tongue drinking in her arousal.

David's tongue was frantic, desperate, as if he could drink enough of her to forget what he was doing. Michelle gripped the edge of the mahogany table, her knuckles white, head hanging low as she watched him between her own legs. The sight of the new Senior Executive--a man who would be leading a multimillion-pound business--on his knees behind her, wearing the red tie she'd chosen, was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

God, look at him,she thought, thighs trembling.That tongue... fuck, he's good. Practiced on his nice wife, I bet...Mine now.

"Stand up, David," she panted, her voice thick with a desire that was quickly eclipsing her playfulness. "Please. Fuck me. Please," she begged.

David stood up slowly, releasing his cock. He moved mechanically, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her upright, hands finding the buttons of her blouse and freeing her tits to the air conditioned office. Taking her hand, he led her to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city and pressed her up against the cold pane, drawing a gasp as her nipples touched the glass. Lifting one leg with the crook of his arm and grabbing the pink knot, he drove up into her, filling her in one brutish thrust, her own lace-knotted on him--scratching her throbbing clit.

Michelle lost control immediately--he was deeper and somehow thicker than ever before.

So...fucking...full. I love it, I love it I love it!

David kissed her neck as he held her there, letting her cum on his cock after one thrust.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered as he pulled out of her, tip just below her clenching cunt.

"I... I... want you to fuck me," she could hear the need in the whine of her voice before he slammed into her and then pulled out slowly again, veins scraping the sensitive surfaces inside her.

"Tell me what you want" he whispered again.

"I want your massive cock to fucking ruin me!" she pleaded.Please, you big-dicked bastard, please.

David kissed her gently as he began to fuck her with long slow thrusts, driving her pussy to constant spasms around his length. She heard herself keening every time he was nearly out of her but couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.

David's fingers had found her clit again and the combination of the rhythmic pounding of her pussy, along with the circles he was tracing delivered another punishing orgasm--Michelle felt her legs go from under her as she squirted, hitting the glass like a smattering of rain, too far gone to even scream.

Moments later, the cool of the glass against her forehead brought her back to the room. David held her upright, cock still buried inside her, holding her under her armpit and her raised leg.

"Th...thank you," she whispered feeling small and broken. David kissed her again, softly, tongue finding hers.

"I think that makes us equal!" he grinned.

She giggled at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Er, no! Meeting room, Zara, board room. I think I owe you! Fuuuck that was good." she wiggled her hips on him. "Let me down."

David helped her off his cock before her hand closed around his shaft, using it to lead him to the head of the table before pushing him into the CEO's seat. Michelle quickly straddled him before guiding him into her. She paused for a moment as she scrabbled for her phone, abandoned earlier. Finding it, she raised it above her, taking a high-angle selfie of them--her eyes smiling and full of life, her big full tits, nipple poking over the pulled down bra and finally her tight pussy being stretched by his girth. Lowering the phone, she videoed the moment that she raised herself up, lips grasping at him before slamming back down. "That's for me. For later," she grinned.

They held there a moment, kissing tenderly before she buried his face in her tits and started to ride him hard, clit grinding against his stomach as she impaled herself again and again on him. David had a nipple in his mouth as her other breast, bouncing freely, slapped off the side of his face.

Reaching around her, his fingers found her tightest hole, teasing the entrance as she rode his dick, Michelle feeling the sudden pressure as his left ring finger breached the muscle, stretching it and pushing in against the thin wall inside, cold metal touching her hot skin.

She tensed against him as the sudden invasion sent shocks through her before her body relaxed.Both holesshe thought,I'd never... I like it!She felt fuller than ever before and smiled widely at the sensation.

"You... cheeky... bastard!" she panted at him, picking up the pace again, the extra pressure squeezing her harder against the veiny member, building her towards another climax. David felt himself nearing the edge as he was overwhelmed by her tightness, her scent, her taste.

He bucked up against her, making her curves bounce obscenely as she slammed on him again and again. Michelle's pussy clenched on him as a huge orgasm ripped through her, followed seconds later by David, cock thrusting and swelling impossibly large, him groaning before filling her with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

They sat there, panting, just being with each other as his cock slowly softened inside her, foreheads resting together.

Michelle slid off him with a wet squelch, collapsing in a heap between his legs. She grabbed her lacy knot at the base of his cock and dragged it to her mouth hungrily, cleaning their mess off him--tasting their shared salty-sweet release. David tenderly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, "Good girl," he whispered, smiling down at her.

She stared at his length while kissing his tip softly, "Now that was a proper fucking..." she looked up with a cheeky grin, "I think I'm in love..." placing a quick kiss on his shaft, "You I can still take or leave!" she giggled.

"Cheeky bitch!" he grinned back. "Did I mention I'm only here for the tits?" he said, dragging his phone out of his pocket. Swiping away a message from Jess, he took some pictures of her posing with his cock--one with her biting the knotted thong and grinning wildly, his personal favourite--and shared them with her.

Checking the time, he realised they'd got 10 minutes until the meeting started. He helped Michelle back into her clothes, making her as respectable as a slutty librarian could be, before he tied the pink silk to the front and back of the waistband of her panties, creating a makeshift gusset to catch some of the cum dripping out of her.

Michelle smoothed his hair, straightened his tie and gave him an encouraging peck on the cheek, "You've got this," she said before heading to her own meetings.

As the board began filtering in, David sat facing the windows where the afternoon sunlight filtered through the smear she'd left on the glass.

He smiled at the memory.

Jake called him over to meet the CFO for the first time. Pink tie. David struggled to meet his eye.