Abby and the ceo - S01 E11

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

what was happening, even went to Sara to question her. She wasn't sure, either. Maybe, she speculated, the men in the bull pen were just intimidated by the resounding refusal from the other women. The third day, though, I looked up from my the work I had on my desktop to find both Sara and Ms. Benson standing in front of my desk. I knew something was up. Had I already managed to do something wrong or failed to do something?

Sara leaned forward and quietly asked, "Still wondering about your virginity, Abby?" I knew she was referring to our conversation about anal. I nodded with a blush. Anal. I been wearing a plug as advertisement and now it not happening was driving me slightly crazy. Absurdly, anal had become a goal I needed to accomplish.

Ms. Benson leaned forward, then. I didn't normally give my own body much thought. It was what I had lived with but seeing them and other women move and their bodies, especially their breasts, I was gathering a new appreciation for how others saw me and especially my breasts as they easily and freely swayed, jiggled, and bounced as I shifted or walked or got fucked.

I found the exhibitionism of the office and the public fucking a huge turn on for me. Doing it in front of others and enjoying that aspect so much surprised me.

She said, "It's time you have something other than that plug in your ass, then, dear." She stood up but added with a wink, "Don't forget your lube."

Like throwing a switch, my body instantly jumped to a higher level of arousal. It seemed I was always moist while at work. At some level, I was always anticipating the possibility of sex. Anal. Finally and my body reflected it with a flush, hardened nipples and a flood of self-lubrication but the wrong hole. I leaned to the right side and opened the top drawer, very aware of others in the area having stopped to listen and watch. I caught a glimpse of Mary and her mouth was open in an 'O'.

I grabbed the tube of lube from the drawer and flipped it into the air as I stood up, my breasts bouncing at the sudden move. They stood before me, glanced at each other, then, "This excites you."

I smiled, another blush. "I guess it does, ma'am's." I lowered my voice. "I knew I enjoyed sex and a bit of display in short skirts and tops that showed cleavage, but I didn't understand just how much I enjoyed all this. The exhibitionism, public fucking and sucking, the different men and women." I looked at them intently, "I keep wondering what else I might experience."

"Well, then, follow us."

I very quickly realized we were heading for one of the Executive's office. Tube in my hand became damp and I realized I was still anxious nervously about this even though I felt excitement, too. The name plate next to the door read, Stanley Peterson. I made a point of learning the names of the executives in case I met them. Mr. Peterson was the VP over Ms. Benson, so over Sara and down to me.

Ms. Benson rapped on the door jam and entered without waiting for an invitation. Sara followed and I behind her more timidly. He looked up from his laptop, a smile forming on his face. I could only image what the initial thought might have been. Three exposed women standing in front of him in progressively less lingerie from Ms. Benson's heels, thigh-high stockings (today) and shelf bra to my completely naked.

"Good morning, ladies. Pam, Sara... and you must be the new hire I've been hearing talk about."

I put my right foot forward and reached across his desk, "Abby Thomas, sir."

I was aware of his eyes falling from my face as we shook hands to my swaying breasts as leaned forward. His eyes dropped further to my left hand where I was holding the tube of lubrication. He looked up at me, then shifted his gaze to Sara and settled on Ms. Benson

She responded to the unasked inquiry. "Yes, Stan. She's an anal virgin but she is eager not to be." She looked over at me,

So did Mr. Peterson, "That so, Abby? What happens here in the office is consensual. You brought lube so I could assume so but our rule is that there is no feeling of pressure to do something you don't want." I remembered the same conversation with Sara. I nodded my response, then thought verbal was probably what he was seeking.

"Yes, sir." I turned around and bent over. I heard his soft gasp at seeing the red sparkling base of the plug I had inserted in my ass. I turned back to him. "I really am certain. I want to be one of your best hires... in any way I can."

"I have no doubt if you're as dedicated in work as you are in this." He looked to the other women but I maintained eye contact with him. This was it and he was a Vice President. "Thank you, ladies, I