Abby and the ceo - S01 E14

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

I had three fingers inside her and was adding a fourth. This was new for us. I glanced up while keeping my mouth on her clit as the fourth finger slid into her. Her mouth was open wide in an 'O' and her breathing was ragged. I secretly wondered if I might get my whole hand inside her and wondered if I should talk to her about it or surprise her. The fourth finger was the step but trying would be another time.

At the same time i was adding four fingers into her, he was leaning over me, resting on my back as one hand captured a wildly swinging breast and the other stroked my empty pussy and engorged clit. I felt the tremors begin in my body with the combined stimulation of anal, pussy/clit, and nipples. I felt him pulse inside my tight sleeve and I felt her squeeze her thighs around my head, a sure sign of her arousal and impending orgasm. I took her clit between my teeth, one hand reaching up to located and pinch a nipple, and curled my fingers to located her g- spot. The g-spot and clit are connected so nipping down on one and stroking the other was what she needed. Fresh cum flowed onto my fingers and tongue as I exploded and the spasms of my anal orgasm sent him into climax. It was about as perfect as we could have hoped.

She lay splayed on the desk, her hands caressing her breast as he maneuvered us back to a chair. Typical, he usually like to recover while still inside my clasping asshole.

It was several minutes before we recovered sufficiently. When we did, she sat up on the edge of his desk, her legs still parted, and a satisfied smile across her face. She sighed, "Well, Stan, I'd say she managed the thank you very well." He fondled and lifted my breasts and agreed.

When I finally lifted myself off Mr. Peterson, his cock had shrunk and slipped out of my ass, Ms. Benson had relayed my suggestion about Manager dress to him and he had promised to take the idea to the other VP's prior to consideration by Mr. Cornell. As I as leaving, Ms. Benson called after me to ask that I stop at her office before leaving for the day.

Later, "Ma'am? You wanted to see me?"

"Abby, yes. Following up on your three month evaluation, I had Sara pull together some your data." My expression must have shown concern. "Sorry, dear. You're not in trouble. Sit down and talk me through something." She went on to describe her concem that matched Sara's regarding what happens to my time. "How much overtime do you work?"

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"Don't bullshit me, Abby. I see you here some nights when I leave and I see you already here when I arrive. You work overtime. But your time sheets don't record any overtime."

"I just making sure my projects stay on schedule, ma'am."

"Your projects on schedule.... hmmmm... let's see... yeah, here... it looks to me like all your projects are logged off early or as scheduled. How much overtime?" I hesitated, "Okay, Sara noted a concern not about you directly but affect you. Tell me, Abby just looking at today and excluding Stan and me, how many times were you requested to fuck, suck, or eat pussy?"

"Just today, ma'am?" She nodded. "Okay... let's see..." I held up my right hand and ticked off the fingers. She interrupted me.

"Don't tell me you're going to have to use your other hand."

I thought through the day, then giggled, "No, ma'am. Two fucks, two sucks, and a pussy."

She looked at me intently. Sara did question this, too. She didn't ask about details, though. "So, would you say that's normal or unusual?"

"I say today is kind of normal."

"Five times is 'kind of normal"?"

"Five? No, ma'am. Today... all of today is kind of normal."

"But you said... ohhhh... today isn't five, today is seven." I shrugged and nodded. "So, people are using up way more than the assumed two hours and you're working overrtime to make up for it. I see. Is that fair, Abby?"

"Fair, ma'am? It wouldn't be fair If I didn't. You pay me to get my projects completed. If I didn't, it wouldn't be fair to the company."

She sagged back in her chair and gazed up at the little holes in the suspended celling. Maybe she was counting to a hundred. My mom did that sometimes when she had the same look on her face.

"Abby, you have a simple way of looking at the world, don't you?" I shrugged. I didn't think my perspective was particularly simple as much that others seemed to make it too complicated. "Do you understand what the concern is that Sara and I have?"

I sighed, "Yes, You have a concern that am working overtime in order to keep my commitments because other people are taking up my time. And, you think it's not fair that I spend this extra time at work and not get paid for it." She smiled. I wasn't so difficult after all. "Look... ma'am... here's my take on it and it is up to you and Sara. This is a highly unique office situation and experiment in office management and shared effort and bonding that could still fall apart very quickly if the work didn't get done." I held up my hand to stop her from interrupting. She smiled. I was on a roll. "If I started claiming all this overtime, somehow it's going to leak out. You can say all you want about pay being confidential but we know better. Someone in payroll will have drinks with someone on the third floor and they will know someone somewhere else and it will end up here somewhere. Then, what does that make me? Someone milking the system? Someone not able to keep up and getting rewarded for it?" I gazed at her. "If someone is spending too much time fucking, you guys can crack down on them. If not.... Ma'am, I like my job. I like what am doing. I find the work interesting and challenging. I want the company to succeed and grow. I want to be part of the reason it does. If I put in more time quietly, why should anyone care?"

"But what about..."

"The sex... I like the sex. I'm not roaming the office for more fucks. I'm not. I know women can request sex as much as the guys can. I would be way over my time if I did. That I am still way over my time isn't my fault. But like the sex. Honestly, I am surprised how much I do enjoy it still... REALLY enjoy it. Are women complaining they aren't getting fucked or asked for blowjobs?" She just smiled. "I thought not. The truth is most women don't mind not being fucked every day. So, if I like my job and like doing it and I like the sex, where's the harm in my spending my time the way I want?"

"Alright... alright... damn... I wish I could clone you."

The next day, Sara came bouncing over to my desk. She was wearing her heel, thigh highs, AND a shelf bra. She came up behind me and hugged me. "Pam wouldn't say why the change was made but I just know it was you." I tried playing dumb but I didn't know if I pulled it off. Of course, I was feeling pretty good, too. My first day wearing clothes.... well, heels and stockings, anyway.