First Day Induction

"Yeah, I'm free to talk for ten minutes... he did? That's amazing! Tell him daddy loves him..."

David sat down at his desk, pulling his chair in, unzipping his fly, and pulling his semi-erect cock free. He gripped it around the black lace tied to its base and waggled it slowly, tip swaying like a dancing cobra.

Michelle watched it, mesmerised.

God I love that thing.

She could smell the salty tang of their cum from it, wanted to grab it and devour it again and again but she resisted.

"Yeah, Jess. Full on again today! Pretty intense compliance training session this morning...yeah, the trainer was a bit of a bitch to be honest but I gave better than I got!... I'm going to be buried in it again this afternoon... love you too! Bye babe... love you, bye."

The chair slid back and David peered under his desk, faltering when he saw her glaring at him.

"Everything okay...?"

"Two days in a row. Two fucking days in a row," she hissed slapping his shaft.

"Ouch! What's wro--"

"You fucked me into next week. Again. Used my clothes as cumrags. Again. And left me half naked in a fucking meeting room. Again--"

"Sor--"

"I haven't fucking finished. You left me in a meeting room and I had to sneak through the building and hide under your desk. AGAIN."

She slapped his cock again.

"Michelle, I'm sor--"

"Not finished," she grabbed his shaft, "You are an absolute prick and you're going to get me fired. But this?" she waved his cock, "This gave me the best fucking...fucking I've ever had. So I'm going to have to forgive you. Again. Prick"

She glared at him but still clung to his cock, holding him in place.

"Anything to say?"

"Michelle, I'm... I'm... er... sorry. I thought you wanted it like that, I must hav--"

"I did. I do. I just... urgh. Give me your dick, David," she said, dragging him closer, mouth closing around the tip, licking him clean of their mixed salty-sweetness.

"Why do you taste so good?"

"All you, Mich--"

"Don't flatter me, I prefer you being a bastard, especially when you're fucking. Especially when you fuck me like you did this morning!"

David's hand caressed her face, "And I like you even though you're a bit of a bitch!"

"I didn't say I like you. You I can take or leave," she kissed his fingers, "I just need your cock. I need it inside me as often as possible. I need it. You I can take or leave." She kissed his shaft and smiled at him as her fingernails trailed up the underside of his length.

Seeing the smudged mascara, the slightly desperate look in her eyes, David slid out of his chair and onto the rough carpet beside her.

"What are you doing?"

"Something I think you need," he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her to him, face lowering to meet her heat. He trailed open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thighs, nibbling gently at the soft flesh as she shifted to give him better access. Michelle felt the heat of his breath on her for heartbeats before the broad flat of his tongue gently, deliciously slowly touched her clit, just putting pressure there, sending warmth spreading through her, before beginning to circle round. Michelle felt herself pushing towards him as the slow circles continued, electricity sparking through her body, before he switched, lips closing around her, kissing, sucking her clit tenderly, his hands kneading her bum, pulling her closer. She felt like she was being worshipped as the tip of his tongue found the swollen nub, flicking it softly, faster, one hand moving, fingers sliding softly into her, spreading her, finding the right spot inside, warmth increasing.

"David..." she moaned softly, "Thong please... then on your back," she asked. Rolling away and on to his back, he handed her the blue lace he'd taken this morning. Michelle shuffled on her knees, straddling his head, facing his feet. Gently lowering herself onto him, his tongue found her again, pushing her higher. She enjoyed the moment, feeling her orgasm building as his tongue worked faster, watching his long, thick, cock--upright, almost dancing as it throbbed, precum beading--before leaning forward and looping the blue lace around it, knotting it next to the black, claiming him as she came on his face, shuddering, gasping at the tenderly given orgasm.

Michelle sat there, riding the crest of the orgasm, before she pulled him to her mouth, taking the precum before kissing his crown, tenderly, deeply. "Thank you " she whispered.

***

"What do we do now?" he whispered, lying on the hard floor with her in his arms, tits pressed against his chest. Michelle lazily stroked his still-free cock, thumb, swirling his tip to collect precum, before she lifted it to her mouth, tasting him.

"Well I'm staying right here while you go to get my gym bag again--and before you protest, I'm half-naked and I'm struggling to walk after this morning. So be a good boy and I'll let you help me get dressed."

Tucking him away she sent him off with a cheeky smile and a quick kiss. David leaned into it, their foreheads touching, "Bitch," he whispered as they grinned at each other.

***

10 minutes later, Michelle was huddled, naked except for the pink tie, when she heard David reenter the room.

"Still here?" he said softly.

"You've stolen my knickers and most of my dignity--of course I'm still here!" setting them both giggling.

"Nearly got caught that time. You need to start keeping a bag in here,"

"Or you could stop fucking me stupid and ruining my clothes... and my pussy."

"Oh--I didn't know that was an option..?"

"You know it's not so shut up. I'll put a bag in here tomorrow," she said, reaching for the gym bag.

"I'm working from home tomorrow," David stated flatly, "but I'll leave the drawers unlocked."

Michelle was pulling clothes out of the bag, pink lace, black wool.

"Here," she said, handing him a pink lace suspender belt, detailed with colourful flowers, "Put this on me."

"Please?"

"Do what you're told..." she grinned, standing in front of him, "Pretty please."

David knelt in front of her, nose inches from her swollen folds, his senses invaded by the sharp musk of their morning sex. Picking up the suspender belt, he leant forward, pushing his nose into her, breathing her scent deeply, tongue teasing her clit as he clipped it in place around her waist. He felt her hands in his hair as she ground against him before pulling him away.

"Good boy. Now the stockings, please." she stressed the last word sarcastically, lifting a leg onto his chair. David took the first stocking, lifted her leg off the chair, pulled it over her toes and heel before lowering her foot onto his crotch, as he trailed up her leg, kissing and nibbling ahead of the stocking top, she rubbed his hardening length through the wool of his suit. Reaching the top, he kissed her thigh and gave her clit a slow lick as his hands grasped her bum, pulling her close. She gave him a moment to taste her again before pulling him away.

"Take it out," she whispered, as she switched stance, raising her other leg to the chair, as David lowered his zipper and sprang free. Taking the second stocking, he rolled it over her foot and heel again but this time she paused him, sitting in his chair with him beneath her, her feet finding his length, cool and silken against his hot skin. Michelle began working his shaft between her soles as he raised the stocking past her knee and over her thigh, kissing the entire way.

Kneeling back, he clipped the suspenders on to the stockings as Michelle smeared her precum over her feet, wanking him one moment, playing the next.

"Stand," he ordered.

"Please?"

"Stand, please," he asked. Michelle's feet left his cock and she rose in front of him. Moving around her, he knelt behind her, attaching the clips of the suspender belt, securing them over the pink tie, before she felt his hand in the small of her back, pushing her forward, insistent. As she bent over his desk he was presented with a view of her pussy and bum, framed by the pink silk and lace, colour nearly identical to the tie. His wedding tie. Spreading her cheeks, his tongue found her tightest hole, teasing round it, easing the soreness she felt from the morning and sending electricity shooting up her spine.

"Holy fuck!" she gasped softly, "Stop it! Don't stop it but... fuck... get me somewhere private first!"

David reached for the next scrap of lace--the pink floral thong--and turning her to him, helped her step into it. Michelle tried to balance on one foot, trying to reach his cock again before he knelt to lift it over her thighs. He nestled it in place, smoothing the string of the waistband and kissed her mound through the lace, rubbing the harsh material over her clit with his tongue as she ground forward. Finally, she separated them and he stood, holding the matching bra. Hooking it behind her, he pulled her round and into his chest, cock nestling against her lower back. Michelle reached behind her, finding him, before pulling her suspender belt up and over his length, trapping him tightly to her. As David lifted the straps over her shoulders, she began rubbing her bum up and down along the underside of his trapped cock. He lifted her first breast, weighing it, massaging it, pinching the already hard nipple before pulling the lace cup up and over, repeating the action on her other side, before taking both tits in his hands and squeezing them slowly, kneading them sensually as she continued to work his cock with her body.

Michelle freed him from the tight trap of her suspender belt, scraping the tight lace along his shaft before turning and placing her palms on his chest and pushing him back into his office chair. Dropping to her knees, pink floral thong riding high on her hips, matching bra barely containing the swell of her breasts, she moved between his thighs, grabbing an empty sports bottle from her bag as she passed.

Smiling up at him, she gripped the base of his cock, just below the knotted lace. "I owe you. For this morning, for in here... for...fuck it!"

Michelle leaned in, breasts brushing the tops of his thighs, not stroking yet--just feeling the weight of him. Then she lowered her head and dragged her tongue from root to tip in one long, slow lick, tasting the salt and musk of him mixed with her own earlier arousal. He groaned, hips jerking upward involuntarily as she took him into her mouth--slowly at first, lips stretching around the crown, tongue swirling under the ridge in lazy circles as she sucked lightly, letting saliva pool and drip down his shaft before she took him deeper. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, thumb pressing against the sensitive skin behind them in slow, firm strokes.

David watched her, eyes half-closed as she sensuously manipulated his cock deeper into her throat, glugging sounds filling the office. Every time she pulled back to breathe, she let spit connect her lips to his tip, then licked it away with a quick flick before diving down again, working him with the same patience he'd given her, not rushing toward his release, but building it gradually.

When he began to swell, thighs trembling, and his breathing turned ragged, she pulled off with a wet pop and reached for the bottle.

She held it under the head of his cock with one hand, the other wrapping firmly around his shaft and stroking--fast, slick, twisting at the crown on every upstroke. Her eyes locked on his.

He came hard, hips bucking, thick ropes pulsing into the bottle as she milked him through every shuddering spurt. She angled it perfectly, letting the last drops fall inside before capping it with a little click before turning to clean every inch of him with her desperate tongue.

Reaching up, Michelle grabbed his tie, pulling them together, David bending down to meet her as her elbows rested on his thighs, his cock nestled in the familiar comfort of her cleavage.

"You I can't take or leave," she whispered, searching his eyes.

David held her to him, mouths millimetres apart as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I don't think you're a bitch," he breathed.

I am that man.

For her.

Everywhere.

Fuck.