Abby and the ceo - S01 E23

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

I wondered... hoped... he was still there. Maybe we could talk, again. It was literally an ache. But there was a reality check. I thought I would be laughed at. Why was someone with five or six months of experience putting herself with much more qualified candidates? it was my insecurity."

He asked, "What are you saying, Abby?"

"Sir, I won't keep an open mind this weekend because I am saying 'yes' now.

She crushed me in an embrace and called out, "Joe, honey, get some of that good whiskey of yours. We're going to celebrate."

I eased back slightly, "Oh... wait... I've already had wine and I have to drive and"

She pulled me back into her embrace. "No, you don't. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do so plan on spending the night."

I looked over her shoulder. He was pouring three glasses of Gentleman Jack. He glanced at me with a smile and shrug that seemed to say it would be easier just to go with it.

We drank the first one pretty quickly and it burned going down, I shook my head as it sent a fog into my head and a warmth washing over me. I watched him pour more and I giggled. She said, "Abby, I want to see a lot more of you." I smiled and said something like that would be nice. "No, dear, now. Now I want to see more of you."

She put her glass down and reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down. I looked at her, then at him. He had an expectant look on his face

"Don't look at him, Abby. You've fucked him, already. It's my turn now. You want to be his assistant and lover? You get both of us. Can you do that? Take care of both of us?"

Damn, this was becoming a lot more than I expected. But, yes. I had no question. All those women in the office... yes. I began unbuttoning my blouse as I stepped up to her, leaned forward and moved my lips to catch hers. She moved her hands to lower the zipper completely as I finished unbuttoning my blouse. I shrugged the blouse off as she dropped her dress to her feet. I went straight for my bra. I unclasped it and shrugged it off, freeing my large breasts. She stopped as she was stepping from the dress pooled

at her feet.

"Oh, God Joe mentioned these." Her hands cupped underneath and lifted them as her thumbs rubbed the nipples. She bent over and sucked on a nipple and switched to the other as I loosened my skirt and pushed it over my hips to my feet. I reached for her own bra as she sucked. Her bra fell to the floor and she joined my gasping when I began fondling her breasts. I noticed some movement, looked, and found Mr. Cornell turning one of the chairs to more comfortably watch. He noticed me looking, held up his refilled glass in a salute, and smiled.

We parted but only enough to push panties to the floor. We were both standing in thigh-highs and heels looking lustily at each other. Mr. Cornell took action by leading us to the couch, sitting us pressed against each other and handing us refreshed drinks. He then moved to a chair facing us. He lifted his glass to us.

"This couldn't have gone any better. Not only do I have the PA of my desires but I have the two ladies in my life naked. My dear, have I mentioned that our Abby here has quite the reputation in the office for giving other women orgasms?"

I slipped my hand onto her stocking covered thigh and slid it to the inside. She looked at her husband and he nodded. She uncrossed her legs and my hand slid up the inside of her thigh to her pussy her quite wet pussy. She gasped and slid down on the seat. I pulled her leg over mine and ran fingers up and down over her slit. I plunged a finger into her hole and she moaned delightfully.

"Do it Abby. I want to see her in her first girl-girl orgasm."

Her first. How long ago was it that I had my first such encounter? The interview, of course. I took her glass from her hand and placed both on the side table. I went to my knees in front of her, parted her legs wider, pulled her hips to the edge of the couch and kissed my way up the inside of her leg. My lips and tongue making initial contact on her pussy brought another gasp. I placed my lips over her clit and sucked. Her moan was clear. I glanced up to find Mr. Cornell now sitting next to her, holding her hand and fondling a breast. I forced her knees up to open her to my mouth. I kissed, sucked, chewed, and probed with my tongue. As her moans grew, I insert first two fingers but quickly added another. I sawed the fingers in and out of her pussy, the sound of fingers plunging in and out of her wetness provided a delightfully obscene sound to mix with groans, moans, and nonsensical murmurings. Her hips lifted off the couch, her hand gripping her hands hard. She mix with groans, moans, and nonsensical murmurings. Her hips lifted off the couch, her hand gripping her hands hard. She professed her love to him between wild sounding moans even as she was being pleasured by another woman. I curled my fingers moving in and out, striking and stroking her g-spot, thumbing her clit, then sucking and nipping at her clit. Her orgasm was spectacular. Her body went rigid about six inches off the couch with my mouth, fingers, and tongue still working her. When she collapsed, she shook and shivered for minutes as my tongue provide more gentle contact in the aftermath and continuing after- orgasms.

That began the night.