First Day Induction

They clung to each other, still sitting on the stairs, still naked, breathing steadily. Neither of them had spoken, they'd just...held each other, kissed occasionally, David still inside her physically--inside each other emotionally. Michelle's head nestled in the crook of his neck, breathing him in, kissing the skin, salty with sweat.

The moment felt right. In all the mess that was there and the mess that was to come, this moment felt perfect.

"Michelle, I...--"

"I know, David, I know. I'm going to have to move in aren't I?"

"You are. I... I need you... nearby."

"Same. But only because I love your cock, understand?" she giggled

"Sure. And only because I love your tits and cunt, understand?" he smiled back before they kissed passionately.

They were still there when Jess's car pulled up on the drive, back from the food shop, bringing panic.

"Shit, up to my office. Quick, quick!" David commanded as she climbed off him, dripping on the stairs as she ran up to the office and ending up in the footwell of his desk. Again.

Oh for fucks sake, not again!

David followed moments later, sitting down heavily, bare legs surrounding her nakedness, she rested her head against his thigh and slid her hand up the leg of his shorts, finding the lace knot, holding it and him gently.

"Okay," she whispered, "This one's my fault."

"So you're not going to tell me off and slap my cock about? Shame...you're pretty when you're angry." he chuckled softly, passing her her clothes.

She slapped his cock gently, "I'm always pretty!" she pouted, before rolling his shorts up and kissing him on his crown.

A creak on the stairs warned David of Jess's approach before the door handle turned and she entered the room.

"Hi babe, home so soon?" he greeted her breezily.

"You could've come down and helped with the shopping! At least it wasn't a big one."

Michelle couldn't help herself, giving him a cheeky squeeze, hands busy in his shorts.

"Sorry--didn't even hear you get back. I've been buried in it. You know how it is,"

His tip was suddenly in the heat of her mouth, her tongue fluttering against the base.

Jess sat on the bed with a sigh. "David. I... I'm sorry about Michelle. I know I shouldn't have asked her--we barely know her and you're more senior so it might make work weird. If you want to take back the invitation, I will call her. It's just... just ever since we moved here I've been--and I love it here I really do and the kids love it--but I've been lonely. I miss my friends. And she seemed lovely and fun."

All came tumbling out in one long monologue. Both David and Michelle heard every word. Michelle pausing the blowjob as the depth hit her. Putting her hand on his thigh, above the shorts, he found it, fingers entwining, comforting.

"She... she is. She's lovely inside and out from the bit I know. I know you need a friend and I can put my feelings aside--" squeezing Michelle's hand, "--to welcome her in. I think she needs it to be honest."

David felt sick. He felt dizzy.

Michelle felt loved.

She had to kiss him, hold him and tell him it would be ok--she didn't know how but it would be.

She had to kiss him.

So she grabbed his cock and she did, deeply, passionately, with every bit of tenderness in her, she worshipped his dick. Michelle could hear him talking logistics, Jess leading, David agreeing to everything, anything to be able to concentrate on what was happening beneath the desk.

Michelle slowly, silently, took him deep into her throat, wanking the rest of his shaft with one hand, the other hand holding his. She could smell the both of them on him, on the blue lace, taste them both in the salty-sweetness coating his shaft. She felt his hips bucking to her gently as he neared release, swelling in her mouth.

Jess paused at the door, "Are you sure you're okay with me asking, Dave? I love you whatever you choose."

He nodded, teeth gritted, ability to speak taken as he flooded Michelle's mouth with his release before he added, "Love you, babe. And she'll be good for us. I know it."

He'd been looking down as he said the first part.

Jess smiled at him, thanked him and headed down to prepare the kids dinner before the school run.

Under the desk Michelle gulped.

David helped her get to her feet, pulling her to him and holding her for a moment.

"I need to take the tie off your leg"

"What... why?" she almost pleaded

David laughed, voice low, "Because it needs a wash? And I don't think you need it to know you're mine now... do you?"

***

Later that evening, Jess and David settled down for a glass of wine in front of the TV--some reality show David had no interest in. He sat, enjoyed the wine and absentmindedly traced the flowers on the blue lace, now safely tucked in his jeans pocket.

Michelle had left once they were certain Jess had gone out on the school run, making promises to see him at work tomorrow, telling him he needed to be a good boy in the office. He smiled ruefully.

"What happened to her keys?" Jess asked, snapping him out of it.

"What keys?"

"Michelle's keys. She'd put them on the side in the kitchen."

"Took them when she left didn't she?"

"No... this was when I got back with the shopping." Jess looked at him puzzled.

"Oh - yeah she popped back for them when you were on the school run. She said thank you again for the room offer--thinks she can get out of her lease pretty quickly."

"Oh... that's good"

Jess returned to the show, a seed of doubt forming.

It's nothing. I'm just paranoid,she thought, crushing the fear.

***

"Quarterly numbers look good but we know that they can be better. The board likes your ideas though and targeting different cohorts fits with our ethos--" Jake was interrupted by a knock on the office door.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Jake, David. I thought David was alone in here." Michelle appeared very apologetic, peering round the door, tight white tshirt, blue pencil skirt. Playful.

"Not to worry, Michelle, always a pleasure to see you--what do you need him for?" Jake smiled at her.

"He asked where he could get pens and--" David silently moved the jar of pens off his desk "--and I said I'd show him where the stationery cupboard is. I thought I'd shown him everything but must have forgotten. I'm heading there myself now. I'm hoping for a hole-punch," she smiled sweetly.

"I need him for five more minutes, but I'll show him if you like--save you having to wait." Jake said turning back to David.

Michelle raised her hands behind him, formed a circle with a finger and thumb on one hand, pointed at David with the forefinger of her other hand before using it as an imaginary cock to fuck the ring she'd made. She winked at David before closing the door and heading off.

David coughed, hand instinctively going to his crotch, feeling the lace through the wool of his suit. Black again today.

"God she's a cracker isn't she? Seems to like you though! She can be a bit of a bitch to the rest of us." Jake grinned

"Does she? She rode me bloody hard during the training sessions. Honestly, I'm scared of her!"

His hand touched the wool over the lace.

***

"Here it is mate--grab what you need and let Cara in office management know if there's anything we need ordering."

"Cheers, Jake. Just need a few bits. Nothing major" David replied, hand on the door handle, giving Jake a second to head off to an investor meeting, before entering the cramped closet.

He was pushed against the back of the door immediately, his cock grabbed hard.

"You think you get to swan about the office all morning and not email me? Not text me? Who the fuck do you think you are?" she hissed.

"Who the fuck owns your cock?"

Her voice softened, "I can feel my lace. At least you remembered that, Mr Head of Lending."

She squeezed hard.

"Who owns your fucking cock?"

David smiled, "You do, Michelle, you do."

"Think this is funny? Tell me properly. Who owns your fat fucking cock? Whose tits and cunt do you worship?" she scolded him harshly.

David recoiled slightly.

"You own my fat fucking cock."

"Is that it?" her nails digging in to him. Hard.

"Mich---"

Nails dug deeper.

"Stop saying my fucking name." she hissed, "I asked you--who owns your cock, whose tits and cunt do you worship?"

She sounded threatening.

"You own my cock. I worship your tits and cunt. I love them. And you love m--"

"Shut the fuck up. Prick."

She pulled her T-shirt up, bunching it above her tits, held by the floral pink bra from the other day, before she hitched up her shirt, revealing the matching pink thong, stockings and suspenders.

"You like pink don't you?"

"Mich--"

She slapped him this time, hands meeting his cheek. Hard enough to shock him.

"I told you to stop saying my fucking name." she said, gripping his tie and dragging him into the cupboard, pushing him against the old-fashioned, metal, office shelves.

"Stand there."

"Okay, bu--"

"And don't fucking speak. Don't make a sound until I tell you."

David swallowed his words, doing what he was told, being a good boy.

Michelle grabbed a roll of sellotape, nail finding the end, pulling it out and moving beside him.

"Hands behind your back."

"But I--"

"Speak one more time and so help me God!"

He quietened, holding his hands behind him, feeling the sellotape looping round them, locking them together before Michelle looped the tape round the strut of the shelves.

"Right. Better. Who owns your cock?"

"You do."

"Good boy. Whose tits do you worship?"

"Yours"

"See--it's easy when you behave. Whose cunt do you need?"

"Yours. Only yo--"

"Hush, don't ruin it."

Michelle stepped back giving him space to see her. He watched as she lifted one breast free of the pink lace, her eyes locked on his as she lifted higher, her tongue finding her nipple, lashing at it, hardening it.

"These are mine."

The next boob was lifted free, her fingers finding the hard bud, pinching it gently before her hands massaged her boobs, aiming them at him as she approached.

"Keep your mouth shut," she ordered, hand finding the back of his head, pulling him down, rubbing her nipples over his face as he breathed in the lingering scent of his own shower gel, Michelle scraping them over his stubble, his lips, his cheeks.

Be a good boy. For her.

Stepping back again, Michelle dragged the pink lace aside, revealing her swollen lips topped with a thin strip of soft brown hair.

"This is mine," she plunged a finger inside, stretching herself, then added another, "but I will let you taste me."

She offered her hand to his mouth and he drank in the scent of her musk before eagerly sucking her fingers clean, swallowing her taste.

Her hands found his zip, tugging it down and freeing him. She grabbed the lace knot.

"This is mine," her hand moved to the skin of his shaft, "and this is mine."

Stepping closer, she rubbed his tip against the pink lace of her thong. "I saw the wedding photos. Blue and pink. I chose to wear pink because it makes me look pretty."

"You always loo--"

Michelle smacked his cock. Hard.

"Why can't you shut up? Today you be quiet while I use what's mine because I'm horny. I'm not here to talk."

She grabbed him, pulling the thong to one side, rubbing his tip against her slit, coating herself in his precum. "I only need your cock" she whispered. He caught the tiny crack in her words.

Michelle lifted her left leg, heeled foot landing on the shelf by his waist. "Now don't fucking move" she ordered, lining his tip up, nestling it in the warmth of her folds before pushing down on to him, taking him deep.

"I only need you for your cock. Never forget that. "

Lifting her hips, she slid up him before slamming back down, feeling her black lace scratchy against her lips and clit. His cock felt so good.

God I need hi...this, she thought.

Just this.

She set a fast pace, using him, fucking herself on his cock, she could feel his veins throbbing inside, dragging each time she moved. David thrust back, losing himself, and she stopped immediately.

"You stay exactly where I need you." each word punctuated with a finger jabbed into his chest over his heart.

David struggled to stay still, giving her what she needed as she began riding him again, one hand gripping the shelves, the fingers of the other finding her clit as he bottomed out on him. He could feel the sharp nails scratching the top of his shaft as she circled the swollen nub, faster and faster.

Michelle could feel the beat of his heart through the veins of the thick cock inside, felt the heat radiating from it. She could smell him, the same shower gel she had on, her memory bringing back the taste of him as he flooded her mouth in his home and the orgasm crashed into her, arms crossing behind his head, anchoring herself.

David watched her using him, not moving, sweat beading at the base of his back as he yearned to take her; to pull her to him and give himself to her.

If it's just my cock she wants then... then that's enough.

Michelle slumped against him, panting, nipples tracing lines up and down his shirt. Her mouth sought his, breathing against his lips but she denied him the kiss.

Lifting herself off him, she took his throbbing cock in one hand and looked at him.

"This is mine. I use it for what I need."

She reached behind him, grabbed a stack of clear plastic cups, there for when the water cooler needed restocking, ripped the packaging open with her teeth and took the top one out holding it by the rim with her teeth

Using both hands, she began to stroke him, fast, urgent. Feeling his hips bucking, thrusting at her, her fingernails found his balls--lightly scraping as her other hand worked the tip, twisting before stroking fast. David twitched, cock swelling and throbbing as Michelle grabbed the cup from her mouth, jamming it over his crown and catching rope after rope of hot cum.

David stood there, sellotaped to the shelves as she straightened herself back out, tits away, skirt smoothed down.

"I just need your cock" she told him, bending down to kiss his top as voices approached outside.

"Im just grabbing a notepad--need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good"

David recognised the first voice as Alex but didn't know the second.

Michelle grabbed a couple of notepads and some pens and snuck out, holding the cup. "Heard you coming, Alex--here's a notepad."

"Oh... thanks, Michelle. You look lovely today, glowing."

"Thanks, Al. This is a new skin serum I'm drinking--must be working! Are you coming to the payroll meeting"

The voices faded into the distance.

David tested the sellotape bonds.

Fuck.

***

Michelle sat in the payroll meeting, the empty cup in front of her still smeared with the last traces of his cum. She stared at it, not listening to the debate around her, not caring about changes to the group bonus scheme.

The scent of his release was so strong to her she was certain someone would comment, notice what she had done.

Michelle felt disgusted--not at the musky aroma, not at the taste, at herself.

She stared at the cup.

"Sorry, excuse me a moment guys," she announced to the room as she stood and left.

They'd assume she'd nipped to the loo. Whatever, she didn't care, she needed to be back there.

With him. With David.

Hurrying to the stationery cupboard, her heels drummed in her ears, increasing in pace like the build up to the shark appearing in Jaws, panic building at the same speed.

Door flung open, her chest heaving. He'd gone. Sellotape balled in the bin, no evidence left.

His office--empty too.

Michelle returned to the payroll meeting.

She stared at the cup.

I want to lick it clean. I want every drop I took from him.

I want him. I need him.

I need David.

Oh fuck.