Abby and the ceo - S01 E31

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

We both laughed. "I'm very sure, sir. I'm excited."

He nodded and let out a deep breath. "The truth is, Abby, this position isn't going to be like the one you've had but you know that. You were focussed on projects before, this will be a jumble every day like my day is. Some project work, customers happy and not, stock prices and shareholders, the Board of Directors, suppliers, plant functioning, staffing issues... you name it. And, it will change as I pull back from project involvment, much to the relief of those working the projects, I am sure." He chuckled as a recognition of the issues he has probably caused by his hands-on approach to things. He identified what to expect in the way of working together. Mostly, he didn't know. We would work it out but tonight, after everyone was out (the nudity thing), my new desk would be setup. It would be larger and more gadgets: laptop for mobility, tablet for even more mobility, smart phone, etc, and all synced (somehow, he said) to his. I was getting the feeling we'd be joined at the hip and he confirmed the feeling. "It hadn't occurred to me, Abby, but I'm afraid this is going to mean you are getting dressed and undressed several times a day as we go to meetings throughout the building and outside. I didn't think of that."

I smiled demurely, "That's okay, sir. I imagined you might enjoy watching me." I had the sense we were done. I tumed to leave but he called out.

"By the way, Abby... I understand you remaining assignment will be completed this morning?" I nodded. "Good, I've let the Senior Staff. VP's and Directors, know that you'll be available all afternoon."

I turned to him and flushed. All afternoon. "Of course, sir. Whatever I can do."

Then he smiled, "And, you won't be getting much work of any kind done tomorrow. I've also let the word out that tomorrow you will be available to the entire room." He watched me carefully. My God.... the entire room in one day. That's like a prolonged gangbang. "We'll get started then on Wednesday." A day and a half of fucking. If I had any thought that working directly for him would limit my availability, it was gone. I smiled, though, as I turned to return to my desk. Not that I minded at all.

The afternoon began with lunch at a nice restaurant with the VP's and Directors with Mr. Cornell. After lunch and after getting undressed for the second time in the day, I re-entered the office and found many eyes on me as everyone understood what this afternoon and tomorrow would entail for me as if it was some form of right-of-passage. I knew, though, nothing like this had happened before.

I glanced around the outside walls of office and found Mr. Peterson signalling me. I knew what that meant and diverted to my desk for the tube of lubrication I had there. Mary watched my approach and pulling the tube from my desk drawer.

She was smiling, "Mr. Peterson?" nodded. "Girl, you are going to be so sore by tomorrow night." just smiled, flipped the tube in my hand, bent over slightly and shook my breasts, and winked. She exclaimed, "You really are such a slut." She was chuckling. A tease. As I turned to wind my way through the desks to Mr. Peterson's office, a thought pressed for recognition: she was teasing but.... might she be right? I smiled widely. Yeah, it isn't just the exhibitionism I've found I enjoy so much. I just plain like being fucked. Could there be a better job for me?

I rapped on his door jam, "Mr. Peterson, sir? Is there something you need me for?" I coyly asked him.

He simply turned in his chair to the side. It was all the indication I needed. I placed the lubrication on his desktop, walked around the side and knelt at his knees. I unfastened his belt and pants, tugged on his waistband for him to raise his hips and took them past his hips. His semi-hard cock lay on his thigh barely exposed below his shirt tail. I pushed his shirt tail up his stomach and leaned into him, one hand holding his cock up as I licked the underside before taking the head into my mouth. While I sucked and licked his quickly hardening cock, he talked to me.

He ended with, "So glad you got that job. I think you're the only woman who gives anal, aren't you?" I nodded. To best of my knowledge, or anyone elses, I was the only one and that was knew she starting at the company. "You being a part of the Executive group might mean I can tap that ass of yours a little more often without feeling guilty."

I pulled my mouth off his cock. I stroked it as I looked up at him and responded, "Of course, sir. I'm pleased I can provide for your desires."

He smiled, then, "And speaking of desires.

I turned to reach for the lubrication and smiled back at him when he gave my ass a sharp smack. After lubing myself and him, I stood before him wondering how he wanted to do it this time. He was the one man who I could count on wanting anal and we had done it in a variety positions. Since he didn't move from the chair, I turned my back to him and eased toward his lap. I held my ass cheeks apart and relied on him to guide his cock to that hole. It hit too far back and I eased up slightly for him align his cock blindly.

When I felt it against my puckered hole, I applied downward pressure enough to trap it in place, then more pressure for it to begin opening me and stretching the consistently constrictive sphincter. I gasped and sighed as the sphincter opened slowly but steadily to my slow pressure down. I moaned and he groaned as the head drove past the tight muscle into my ass. I stayed in place for a few moments, restricting my movements to a rotation of my hips without deeper penetration until I felt the muscles relax. Then, I sank down several inches bringing another groan from him. I rose up and sank down to nearly take his entire seven inches into me. The next rise and fall did it and I sat on his thighs rotating my hips to stimulate his cock while that tight chamber and stretched muscles responded. Of course, since Mr. Cornell Saturday night, anal hasn't been quite the same issue. In fact, he had taken my ass another time Sunday morning before I left, much to the delight of Mrs. Cornell as she watched and teased my body.

I began fucking on the cock and used my own hands and fingers to further stimulate my pussy, clit, and nipples. I fucked him like that for many minutes, then abruptly got up off his cock and leaned over the desk. He immediately followed suit and plunged his throbbing cock into my gaping hole. Doing that shift without indication from him is purely amusement on my part. By that point, the man will do whatever in order to get back into a hole for more fucking. He may have the power in the office and the men may have me naked but, at those moments, I can have absolute power.

Bent over the desk with him plowing into my ass, he had the leverage and became the aggressor. I pressed back toward him but otherwise enjoyed him fucking me. His hard thrusts caused my hanging breasts to swing wildly. He leaned over me and grasped a breast, trapping it as the other continued to dance to an unknown rhythm. I braced myself against his thrusts and his upper body on my back. But soon, I could feel his cock twitch in my tight sleeve, I felt it swell and pulse, and heard his increasing grunting and groaning. I slipped a hand underneath to strum my clit and pussy, my intention to join him in his immenent climax. When he came, I felt his seed wash inside me as he pressed his cock deeply and my orgasm crashed right after, my anal muscles squeezing and spasming around him as if milking his cock of cum.