First Day Induction

Returning to his desk after the long board meeting, David sighed long and low before slumping down into his chair. When he'd left home that morning he'd expected a long day but one filled with statutory training, meet-and-greets, and initial reads of policy.

He felt physically and emotionally drained but still had to go home and pretend he was the same man who'd left that morning, the one who'd done the school run and picked out a tie commemorating his wedding day to Jess.

That tie was somewhere in the building, probably still where he'd tied it, being used to catch his cum as it dripped out of Michelle.

The flush of guilt hit him like a slap.

One day, David. Say nothing, never think of it, never tell anyone. No one gets hurt.

Shit.

Checking his phone, Jess had sent him a couple of messages

From: Jess

How's it going? Hope they're not working you too hard! Love you xx

From: Jess

Just got the kids from school, they can't wait to see you and are super proud of you xx

He sat there, head in his hands, breathing deeply.

What have you done? What the fuck have you done?

Pushing the guilt and shame down, pretending it wasn't there, he opened his laptop and checked his emails--a few from IT regarding system access, a couple welcoming him to the bank and a few internal newsletters. Then one he told himself he'd ignore.

From: Michelle, HR Business Partner

To: David, Head of Lending

Hi David,

Pleasure getting to know you today and look forward to a fruitful working relationship. Unfortunately, despite cramming a lot in today, we still have compliance training to complete tomorrow.

I've booked us the same meeting room for tomorrow - 9:30-11:30 to do it.

It'll just be us two again so we can work uninterrupted.

Would you like me to bring something to eat again?

Kind regards,

Michelle

Perfectly professional, perfectly innocent. His hand hovered over the delete key... but he had to finish his training didn't he? It'd be odd if he refused to do statutory training in his first week.

I won't let it happen tomorrow,he told himself.I'm not that man.

I'm not.

From: David, Head of Lending

To: Michelle, HR Business Partner

Hi Michelle,

It was a pleasure to meet you too.

Very busy tomorrow so I'll be there but focused on the training. Feel free to leave me to it.

Thanks,

David

He deleted it immediately.

From: David, Head of Lending

To: Michelle, HR Business Partner

Hi Michelle,

Fantastic session today--you really know your stuff.

I'll be there and yes, please do bring snacks again--if it tastes as good as yesterday, I'll be asking for some to take home.

Thanks,

David

Perfectly professional. Perfectly innocent.

I am that man.

Fuck.

***

"What happened to your tie, dear?"

"I... er... spilt mayo down it at lunch so grabbed this one for the board meeting. Not quite my colour but beggars can't be choosers!"

Jess welcomed him home with a hug and a kiss on the doorstep. Dinner was 10 minutes from being ready and the kids were just finishing off homework, so David excused himself to go change out of his suit.

Putting the suit aside for dry cleaning, he pulled on a soft cotton tee, smelling of the jasmine fabric conditioner Jess preferred, and grabbed a pair of jeans. Pausing a second, he reached into his boxers, fingers finding the black lace knotted there.

I need to take this off and hide it until I can get rid of it.

Glancing around the room for a safe space, he heard his phone buzz. A WhatsApp message:

From: Michelle HR

Hi, sorry to bother you at home but I can't find my remote? Did you pop it in your laptop bag by any chance after the presentation? M x

David rummaged in his laptop bag, finding a small remote in the side pocket. He took a quick picture and replied.

From David:

Is this it? Will bring tomorrow. David

She replied almost immediately. A close-up of a love egg peeking out of her pussy.

From: Michelle

Thank you - we'll need it for the meeting. M x

Michelle had deleted the image for both of them as soon as she'd seen the blue ticks.

Touching the lace knot, one last time before raising his fingers to his nose, he breathed her scent in before buttoning up his jeans and heading down for dinner.

***

He stood, one hand on the cool metal of the door handle, took a deep breath and pushed into the room, pressing the button on the remote with his other hand. Michelle visibly jumped as the eggs pulsed inside her--a sharp, unexpected jolt--before she turned to greet him warmly.

"David! Welcome to your compliance training. I hope you enjoyed your first day with us? Shut the door, come in," the door clicked shut behind him, "because I missed that cock last night." she whispered.

Rising, she crossed the room to greet him with a deep, passionate kiss.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, breaking the kiss short.

"I'm... I'm ok. Sore!" he laughed. "Yesterday was a lot to take in"

Her hands dropped to his crotch. "You're telling me!" she giggled, looking younger than her age.

Michelle turned in front of him, before pressing back into him, his arms wrapped around her waist, just beneath her breasts. She slowly rolled her arse over his crotch as he cupped the heavy tits through the silk camisole she'd worn today.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, you do actually have training to do..." Michelle said, pushing him towards the chair they'd used yesterday. "How do I look today?" she said, twirling for him.

David took in the flowing navy midi, the white silk cami and the blue blazer over the top; black ankle boots completed the look. She looked...professional, sweet.

Then she hitched the skirt up and bent over the desk revealing skimpy blue floral lace above a familiar pink bow, before pulling the damp material to one side, revealing a love egg, just inside her swollen, wet folds.

"No one will suspect a thing," she smirked, just as David sent another pulse through her. "Stop it!" she laughed, "Or I'll take it off you!"

Returning to the head of the table, Michelle shrugged off her blazer, the cami barely containing her breasts which were clearly bouncing free, nipples visible as they stretched the thin silk. David's eyes were drawn to them as his cock gave an approving throb. He sent another pulse to the love eggs, Michelle visibly flushing as it trembled through her.

"Compliance training... yet another video and a quick test," she said fiddling with the presentation remote, the screen lighting up behind her.

"Yours will be slightly different as you have to comply with everything I ask. And if you do, I'll let you replace the love eggs with your cock. Deal?"

The video was just getting into its stride as Michelle sat next to David, knees touching, her hands dropping to his crotch. Undoing his zip, she pulled his hardening length out in the cool air-conditioned air of the meeting room, fingers playing with the black lace knot--"Still there," she said to herself--before leaning in to kiss the shaft tenderly.

She grinned up at David as her mouth closed around the tip, sucking him hard before releasing him. "You I can take or leave," she murmured softly up at him, smiling sweetly.

"And you're a bit of a bitch," David replied, his hand cupping her face, blue eyes meeting hers for a brief, personal moment before Michelle's HR voice returned.

"Right, give me the remote," she took the flimsy plastic from David, setting the eggs to pulse moderately, "and you're going to watch the video while I give you a nice, slow, handjob. Every so often I'm going to ask you a question. Get it right, we continue; get it wrong, someone gets called in to the room. Understand?"

David nodded, grinning, "Easy," he bragged as Michelle's thumb collected a bead of precum from his crown before smearing it along his shaft.

David sat back in his chair, mind fully focused on Michelle, watching the flush climb her neck, seeing her breathing become more ragged, nipples jutting as the pulsing eggs began to send waves of pleasure through her. Her hands were working his cock in long slow twists, keeping him hard, building his pleasure slowly.

Michelle smiled at him, "How many consumer outcomes are there in Consumer Duty?"

"Wait? What? Er...fuck!"

"Four, David. Itisin the video," she grinned while picking up her phone, swiping away a message and calling IT.

"Hi! Yeah it's Michelle... training room 4--the projectors flickering again... yeah, doors open... two mins? Perfect." she replaced the handset and grinned at David, her hands starting to move faster.

"Best move that chair in, David. I'm not stopping and I'm sure you don't want to be caught. Clear sexual harassment... if you remember from yesterday's training?"

He shuffled forward, table just about covering him as someone rapped on the door.

"Come in, no need to knock," Michelle called sweetly. She'd shifted in her chair, picking up her phone as her other hand gripped and stroked David's tip, pushing him faster.

"Hi Michelle, projector flickering is it?"

"Sure is Jim, mind fixing it for me?" Jim's eyes were locked on her tits as she gave him her sweetest smile. The young, greasy-haired IT tech turned from them and bent down to check the projector. Michelle took the opportunity to pull David's cock from under the table, bobbing her head down and taking the tip in her mouth as she wanked the shaft rapidly. Breath held, David's knuckles whitened as he gripped the chair arms, feeling himself getting close as Michelle's tongue swirled his crown. As soon as she saw Jim shift position, Michelle pulled David's cock out of her mouth and forced it back under the table just as Jim stood up.

"Should be fixed now!"

"You're a star, Jim, thank you."

Jim stared at her tits while he muttered about calling the IT helpdesk again if they had any more problems before wishing them a good day and leaving the room, adjusting his crotch as he went.

David's breath returned in ragged gasps, sweat beading at the base of his back, Michelle watching him intently.

"Close one, that, David. I nearly came myself when I felt you throb in my mouth!"

Her hands resumed the slower pace, easing him down from the edge, as she kissed him softly.

"Pay a-fucking-ttention!" she warned, as the video continued.

David's eyes were glued to the screen as Michelle whispered in his ear, "Nikki's messaged me... she's asked if my toy is shareable. What do you think, Head of Lending? Do I lend you out? Do you want to fuck someone so I can watch?"

He struggled to focus... did he want to fuck someone for her to watch?

How far am I willing to go for her? How much will I risk?

"Y... yes..."

Michelle stroked his cheek, one hand never leaving his cock, "Good boy."

"Now watch the video."

Attention back on the screen, David pondered why he'd said yes.Was it to please Michelle? Or did he want it? Did he want someone to appreciate his ability to fuck, not just take it, but really appreciate it?

"What shop does Nikki work in?"

"Wha... er... Ann Summers,"

The stroking continued, pleasure building slowly in both of them.

"How many cross-cutting rules are there?"

"Four. No, fuck, three!"

"Sorry... first answers only."

Michelle picked up her phone to call Alex to the room on the pretext of a query on the training then dragged her laptop over to the far side of David. She grabbed the hem of her camisole and lifted it, revealing the deep canyon of her boobs from below.

"Pretend we're both looking at something on the laptop," she ordered, lowering herself so his thick cockhead parted her tits and forced up and into them, pinned by their heavy weight. Michelle leant across him, turning her eggs up to full speed and pointing at the laptop screen just as Alex entered the room.

"Michelle, David--how can I help?" he greeted them.

"David was asking when this training was last refreshed. We think we've spotted an error," Michelle was calm on the surface but her nails were digging into David's thigh beneath the desk and he could feel her rocking from the pulses in her pussy, each motion jiggling the heavy globes trapping his cock.

Michelle could feel the heat from the big dick trapped in her cleavage and the pulses from the eggs were pushing her to the edge of a big climax, causing her to shuffle in her seat, wanking David's cock slowly.

Please don't cum, I need your big cock in my pussy. I need you.

"Ah... yeah - it said there were four cross-cutting rules and there are only three we think," David appeared composed but Michelle could feel his heartbeat racing, could feel the little thrusts getting more and more frequent.

"A couple of years back I think... I'll get it checked out for you. Do you need anything else?" Alex asked, looking at the both, only seeing Michelle and noticing a bead of sweat at her brow.

"Is it a bit warm in here? I'll pop the aircon on for you."

"Thanks, Alex," Michelle replied, "All good for now."

"Cool - I'll catch you in the one o'clock. David - good to see you again."

He left the room, wondering why that couldn't have waited.New guy must be a bit anal,he thought

Back in the room, Michelle leant deeper, David's crown breaching her cleavage and bumping her chin as she sought it with her mouth. She squeezed her tits together as he started thrusting up through the tight, hot valley of her tits into her eager mouth. Michelle could feel him swelling, warning her so pulled off, gripping him tightly below his knot, denying his release.

"Fuck. I can't get enough of you," she said, kissing him, "Wait," she scrabbled up on to the desk, pulled her cami down, bunched her skirt around her waist, thong dragged down her legs and thrown at David, "Hold them," she asked, David raised them to his nose, inhaling deeply as Michelle pulled the love eggs free, vibrating loudly on the wooden table top, "Here," she passed him one, lying back, raising her legs and spreading her cheeks, "before I change my mind. This is your reward."

David pressed his thumb against the tight muscle, watching her face as he breached the knot, her eyes widening. As he worked his thumb in and out of the relaxing muscle, he pushed two fingers into her pussy, coating them in her juices, before smearing it around the tight hole his thumb was invading. Michelle gripped the edge of the desk as she felt his thumb be replaced by the vibrating egg and the pressure increased.

Ever so slowly, the muscle widened against the pressure, stretching to take the hard metal, suddenly accepting it as Michelle gasped. "Fuck...oh my God," she moaned as the vibrations spread through her body.

She felt David's cock nudging against her folds before he tenderly thrust forward.No no no no too much. Oh fuck oh fuck I love it.

David bottomed out, his full, thick length, stretching her pussy around him, the lace knot rough against her clit, pausing as she lay, chest heaving, on the desk. Her hands were scrabbling for purchase, eyes wide, mouth open in a round silent scream. Inside her, he could feel the egg, hard and pulsing through the thin wall, could feel her cunt spasming, trying to drag him deeper. Michelle was lost to any sense except fullness--her clit was rubbing her own stolen lace, his cock felt monstrous in her pussy, the space being taken by the pulsing egg feeling huge in her arse, she could feel every beat of his heart through the veins inside her. The pressure eased as he pulled back, giving her space to breathe, to think.

She'd never let anyone near there. Never.

And now she was begging for it--silently, wordlessly, body pushing back to take him even as her mind screamed too much, too full, too exposed.

"Too much... can't... mmmpph," David stuffed the sodden thong in her mouth before he slammed back into her. He held her there, slowly pulling out before slamming back in repeatedly, each thrust bringing muffled moans through the wadded lace. Michelle was seeing stars as her body reacted on instinct, hands reaching for him each time he pulled out, orgasms peaking continuously as the world reduced to the cock invading her, the scrape of lace on her clit, the salty-sweetness leaking from her thong and the pulses from the egg.

David grabbed her phone, held it to her face to unlock it, and opened WhatsApp.If Nikki wants to borrow me, let her see what she's getting.

Opening the chat with Nikki he typed a quick message:

To: Nikki (AS)

Want to see what you're asking to borrow?

He paused a second...fuck it. Sent.

Seconds ticked past, David slowly fucking Michelle through another orgasm--the phone pinged:

From: Nikki (AS)

God, yes. Can't stop thinking about you two x

David videoed Michelle laid on the desk, eyes glazed, gagged with the scrap of lace, tits spread wide, nipples proud, legs wider beneath the bunched clothes and then finally the join between them, continuing to film as he dragged out to the tip, her cum flowing out of her before he slammed deep into her. Sent it.

From: Nikki (AS)

OMFG LOOK AT YOU BABE!

From: Nikki (AS)

I want that so much. Fuck. I'm dripping.

Dropping the phone on the desk, David grabbed Michelle's tits and began pounding into her, knowing his own release was close. Michelle was clawing the desk, scratching his arms, moaning continuously now as David's cock owned her. She was barely aware of the squirts of cum shooting from her, feeling like she was being broken in two as his cock swelled before he erupted in hot warm waves deep inside her.

David stood panting, exhausted, over her, cock still buried inside her as he removed the makeshift gag, pocketing it. Reaching for the remote, he turned off the eggs, before leaning down to kiss her, smothering her tits before finding her mouth. Gradually he withdrew from her pussy, before squatting down to kiss her swollen clit.

Pulling her skirt down past her hips and dragging it off, he used it to clean the table and himself before he tenderly tucked her breasts back into the cami, before checking the time. He kissed her softly on the forehead, whispered "You're still a bit of a bitch," in her ear before slipping out into the corridor.

I am that man.

But only here.

For her.