Abby and the ceo - S01 E06

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E06

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She pulled away and cleared some papers on the desk, sat and leaned back, her legs raised and parted. Her shaved pussy showed its own wetness from her arousal and I felt a kind of pleasure that I had been the cause of that. I now put my focus on Sara. She shimmled back on the desk, her feet planted on the edge and her knees splayed to the sides. I followed her. When she stopped moving, I bent at the waist over the edge of the table. I kissed around her exposed pussy, flicking my tongue on her clit before covering her pussy with my mouth. I closed my mouth over her lips, sucking thern between mine, grabbing onto one with my teeth and gently pulling. She sighed and that encouraged me. I tried to think of the things guys had done to me, what things I had especially enjoyed and focused on them. I kissed and sucked and probed with my tongue. I pulled her pussy open with my fingers for better depth into her hole. I sucked on her clit. I nipped at her clit with my teeth which brought a louder moan and gasp. I reached up along her body and grasped a breast, fingered a nipple, twisting and pulling on it. All the while I was bent over the desk, over Sara.

I had completely forgotten about anyone else until felt hands on my hips, feet prodding my feet further apart, I dutifully spread my feet wider and felt the probing action of a cock along my pussy. I moaned into Sara's pussy. When the cock sank into me, I gasped and groaned. I raised my head from her pussy. I licked my smeared lips as a found her smiling down at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I dropped my face back into her crotch as he slammed his cock deeper into my hole, pushing my mouth harder into Sara's pussy. All three of us groaned. I had three fingers driving in and out of her hole, then curled them in search of her g- spot. When I found it, she jerk violently. At that signal, I moved my mouth to her clit as I worked the connected magic spots with fingers and teeth.

She erupted with a shout, her legs clamping around my head while her hand pressed my face down onto her. It seemed her entire body was trembling, though was in no position to actually see anything.

Behind me, he was frantically slamming his cock into me. He used long but fast thrusts, our bodies smacking audibly against each other. I added my groans and grunts to his and shifted one hand down between my leg to strum my clit. My face rested in Sara's pussy and the aroma of her orgasm wafted in with each heavy breath as I quickly rose to another orgasm.

Sara shifted out from under me and I soon found her face below mine. She pulled my face to hers and we kissed, passionately and Intensely. I groaned and moaned into her mouth when I felt him spurt his cum, adding his semen to the juices of my previous orgasm. It was all I needed, that and Sara's fingers twisting a nipple, for my second orgasm to crash over me. I cried out but it was muffled into her mouth. My legs felt weak but him pressing into me from behind sandwiched me between the two.

It took several moments before anyone could move. When movement started, it was him guiding me back to the chair where I collapsed, unashamedly sprawled. I found Sara still lying on the desk and him stumbling around his desk pulling his pants up, then collapsing into his own chair.

I straightened myself in the chair as Sara sat up but remained on the edge of the desk in front of me. She wore a very satisfied smile on her face. So did he for that matter. I gave an embarrassed smile back to them. I had no idea what to expect now. Was the interview over? How did I do? All I could do was wait.

Sara leaned forward, reached out with one hand and pulled on one of my nipples. "You're quite the woman, aren't you?" She just smiled and went to the door and called out for Mary.

In a moment, the young woman completely naked and barefoot stood in the door. I had forgotten the door was open. But then hell, the wall is glass. I wondered how many people had wandered past by chance or plan to see what I was doing.

"Yes, ma'am?"

Sara introduced us. Mary was the current 'new girl'. Sara asked her to show me around and take me to her desk to give me an Impression of the work done. As we turned to the door, Dan called out, "Aren't you going to clean that up?" I turned and he was pointing at the chair I had collapsed in. I had left a distinct cum smear on the faux-leather seat. I quickly glanced around the office for something to use to wipe it up with, then seeing nothing, I glanced at Sara who was watching. Not knowing what I should do but feeling some pressure, I stepped to the chair, turned my back to his desk and bent over to lick up the residual cum. After licking the area clean, I used my palm to smear the saliva. I turned, thanked him for his time, thanked Sara, then turned to Mary, again.

As we walked through the open office area, we drew attention from the others. I questioned her about that. She said it was mostly curiosity. There is always interest in a new entry level woman. For the other women it takes some of the attention away and for the men it's kind of a 'fresh meat' kind of attraction. I understood the reaction from the men; I was curious about the reaction from the women.

"So, you're suggesting the women here are looking to NOT be fucked as much?"

She paused, looked at me intently, then stopped after a couple more steps which apparently was her desk. She pulled a vacant chair from a nearby desk for me to use. She leaned closer, "Most of them, yes. I think most of them... us... felt the idea of some sex during the day with random guys would be a wildly erotic thing that would relieve stress and the mundane from the workday and it is. The thing is, though, that after a while it can lose some of the erotic appeal. Don't get me wrong, every woman out here loves sex. How could you think of this job if you didn't, right? think that Is why women last about two before wanting a transfer."

"Sounds like something you've talked about even being a newcomer."

"Well, that's the thing about this place. Everyone kind of works together. Hell, you could be fucking anyone the next minute. It's not negative talk, more like awareness, like it's good to pace yourself so you don't burn out even quicker."

I nodded. That fell in line with what I heard in the interview but put in a more personal perspective. Mary had about three weeks left in her three month probationary period. I asked her about it. She giggled, "Yeah, I have to admit I'm looking forward to that day. I never thought NOT wearing heels or stockings could make a difference in being nude."

After being left outside the glass doors, I understood the shower area. The area was well supplied with shampoo and conditioner, hair driers, luxurious towels, and a basic variety of makeup, though I believed most women would probably bring their own. As I walked naked to the stall where my clothes were hanging, I passed both the glass doors and the elevator doors. Both gave me the feeling of risk even though I had just been naked inside the office and nobody would be coming to this floor if they didn't belong. I wondered if being naked like this would affect the exhibitionist feeling in general or if being in the office naked would simply be like getting used to being naked in a women's locker room.

While getting dressed, Sara came into the dressing area with my folio which apparently left behind somewhere, I took the opportunity to ask something that had been on my mind since she mentioned it. "Ma'am, why did you ask earlier about anal?"

She studied me for a moment. Then, "Some of the guys have a real thing for anal. None of us want to do it, though. It's up the wornan. We're expected to have sex, of course, but nothing we're uncomfortable with." She looked back at the door as if someone might have followed her out. "Here's the thing, Abby. I don't want you leaving with the impression this is just a female thing. That the men have this thing over the women. It's not. I can expect the same from a guy as much as a guy can of me. The difference, of course, is the nudity which is Mr. Cornell's thing. But.... the sex goes both ways. It's limited by authority, meaning at the same level or below but not up." I nodded, that answered something else I wondered about. She surprised me by taking me in her arms for a hug. Then, "I hope you join us. Nobody has eaten me like that." She stopped at the door and said, "There's an interest in almost everything sexual out there by someone: anal, double penetration, air tight, even double vaginal. Most is probably just bravado talk because I don't see it. Regardless, it's up to you. If you do join us, remember that."

"Is this part of the normal speech?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, dear, it's not. You're different. We don't fuck in the interviews."

Hmmm... when I get that offer, I should invest in a butt-plug or two.

To Be Completed...