Abby and the ceo - S01 E20

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E20

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He leaned over me to grasp a swinging breast and stroke my clit. I came quickly, my legs shaking, my chest dropping to the desktop and relying on his arm wrapped around my waist to hold me up. He pulled abruptly out and turned me around, pressing me back to the desk and onto the top. He pulled my ass to the edge and thrust back into my pussy, hitting my cervix again, my pussy soaked and slick with my orgasmic juices. He fucked me hard, urgent, and needy. He pulled my feet around his waist and I complied with locking my ankles. He then placed my arms around his neck and began pulling back and up. I hung on to him with his cock buried deep. I would admit to being impressed as he stood upright, gravity pulling me down over his cock until my clit pressed into his pelvic bone. His hands went under my ass and began lifting and dropping me on his cock. He managed it for minutes and I didn't even notice him moving us to the side of the office until I felt my bare back pressed against the glass of his office wall. He pressed me against it as he rammed his cock up into me and I began shivering, again. I felt him respond to it, too. He pressed firmly and deeply, his cock pulsing inside as my pussy began clenching spasmodically around his cock. I orgasmed the second time the moment I felt his cock spew its cum into my clenching, grasping pussy. I wrapped my shaking body around him, legs and arms squeezing tightly as my body shook and quaked both of us grunting and moaning, murmuring and gasping.

He walked us to the couch where he managed to rest us on our sides. There was no rush to separate. I so enjoyed the feeling of his long cock slowly soften and recede inside me until only a few inches still remained inside, staying that way until one of us moved in a way that it slipped out. This wasn't anything like the fucks during the day. They had an element of rushing. These time had none of that.

I kissed him softly on the lips. I was trying very hard not to move too much. I did not want to lose his cock head still just inside me. I gazed into his eyes and smiled, "Your wife is a very lucky woman."

He pulled his head back to look at me better. The movement almost slipped him out but I clenched my muscles trying to hold onto him. "My wife," he responded, "wants very much to meet you."

I was shocked by the comment and my reaction did cause him to slip out. He just smiled.

Nothing was learned about the pending hiring of the Personal Assistant for Mr. Cornell. The delay kept the office buzzing with speculation even to the extent that the sex slowed down. Weird how the sex in the office could just as easily be affected by rumor and speculation. I refused to be the go-between to Sara. I was convinced she had no more knowledge than the rest of us and she wasn't going to go to Ms. Benson.

I had my own speculation to deal with. Mr. Cornell's comment about his wife wanting to meet me wasn't as idle a comment as I put it off to. Two days after that comment, Friday, I was invited to their house for dinner. She really did want to meet me. All forms of doubts and fears flooded my mind to the point where, for the first time, I was having significant issues with concentration at work and that included both work and sex.

I left right at 5:00 that night, skipped the shower and surprised everyone by those two things. I rushed home to my little apartment, stripped as walked to the bedroom and went straight into the shower. I spent a lot of time in front of the sink and mirror doing both hair and makeup. I stopped at one point with the realization I was spending more effort getting ready to meet Mrs. Cornell than I bothered with at the office where makeup was about all I had to wear. I had fussed a lot about what to wear. If she knew, which she did, about the nudity at the office, would it be expected to wear something erotic and revealing? Or the opposite? I settled basically in-between: a mid-thigh skirt, thigh-highs, bikini panty, matching lace bra, and white short-sleeved buttoned blouse. Checking myself in the mirror, I opened several button and added a string of fake pearls.

She greeted me at the front door with a hug that was disarming. Mr. Cornell stood behind her with a big welcoming smile. She was dressed in a nice form-fitting sleeveless dress that was also mid- thigh and a plunging front that show-cased her C-cup cleavage and trim body. He was more casual than normally see him but still in dress slacks and a light blue, long-sleeved dress shirt but without tie or jacket.

I was five minutes early and it was a good thing. Dinner was ready and we sat down to eat in their formal dining room immediately.