Abby and the ceo - S01 E38

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

MRS. C

"How are you doing, sir?" I had just walked into Mr. C's office and took a seat in one of the visitor chairs in front of his desk.

"You tell me, Abby. How am I doing today?"

"Pretty well, sir." I scanned the tablet resting on my bare thigh. "We look to be ahead of schedule on reports and replies. I thought your meeting downtown and your meeting downstairs went well, And you only have one meeting remaining, that is a video meeting with the west coast at 4:00 our time." After a moment of silence, I looked up. "Sir?" He was leaning back in his chair with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Sorry, Abby, just a lecherous old man enjoying his assistant. But, if we're ahead at all, it has more to do with your efforts."

I closed the tablet and set it on the edge of his desk. I ignored the comment. It was, after all, my job. "Well, sir, you're not lecherous, you're appreciative... and thank you, sir... and you are definitely not old. Some people may seem old at 51 but not you, sir."

He shifted his eyes from my bare body and looked out the door still holding the 'appreciative' smile. "I like it, Abby. It was a great idea of yours."

In the month or so since took the position of his PA, I had not only filled the position fully, like his big cock filled one of my holes, but 1 had suggested several modifications to the office rules. Besides the increased pay for providing sex in the office (if we thought about that too hard, It could cause me to think we were just a bunch of skilled, educated call-girls so it isn't thought about too hard), an allowance was added for stockings which are quickly ruined by being on our knees much during the day. Compared to the salary it was a minor addition but appreciated by all the women. But then suggested a major change, this was to the dress standard for the women. It was a major a shift, and though he could have made the change on his own, he sought and get approvall from his staff. Director level and higher women, like Ms. Benson, could be fully dressed as respect of their authority; manager level, like Sara, could cover their breasts, pussy, and ass with bra and panties. The rest of us would still remain exposed BUT we could add sheer lingerie like baby-dolls and covers as long as our bodies were fully on display.

Thank you, sir. I think it was popular all around. The women appreciate the variety and I think the men find it appealing. Nudity all the time can become desensitizing, if you understand my meaning

He smiled as his eyes moved from my face to my breasts to lower as I slowly and carelessly uncrossed and recrossed my legs. Today, I was fully naked, not even stockings and heels. The contrast from other days seemed to have had the effect I was hoping for.

I retrieved the tablet, opened it to check the time, found the 4:00 was an hour and a half, away. He interrupted me getting up, though. "What is your schedule like?" I told him I was just taking care of reports and revisions he had marked. "Good. I would like you to join me here for the 4:00 meeting." I assumed I would be off camera and expressed that to him. He smiled. He pointed under his desk.

I smiled broadly, stood, went around the side of his desk and leaned against him to kiss his head as I rubbed my bare breasts into the side of his face. I like those meetings.

I shook my head as I rounded my desk after leaving his office. I reached into my lower desk drawer for a sanitizing wipe and cleaned the seat of cum leaked from my pussy, I then grabbed a tissue and gave my pussy a swipe for good measure. As I began working on revisions for another report, my phone rang. I blankly looked at the office phone that didn't have a light blinking. It was my office cell. "Alliance Corporation, Abby Thomas speaking."

"Is this a bad time, dear?"

"No, Mrs. C, it's always good to talk to you." I looked back at the office phone. "I think Mr. C is available, though."

"No, I want you, dear. Joe goes on about how wonderful you are It was a tricky thing for me. One of the things I learned about myself working in the office was how much I truly enjoyed sucking cock, the different sizes and shapes and the different tastes. Mr. C's just took the experience to a whole different level for me. Sure, part of that was the size but an equal part was the man it was attached to. A few times at his home on a weekend day I could lie on the couch with him as he watched some sporting event: golf. baseball, football, whatever. My head would be on his abdomen and his cock in my mouth, my hand and fingers playing over the shaft and his balls. Mrs. C would roam in and out of the room (not really a sports fan) and occasionally sit next to my butt. As I lazily sucked her husband, she would just as casually caress my body which was usually naked when I was with them. There was little difference between the office and their home: I was generally undressed to some extent and freely gave sexual favors to either or both of them at any moment. Under the desk was entirely different: not at all comfortable and his cumming wasn't intended.

I didn't pay attention to the meeting. If there was some part of it that would require my attention or assistance later, he would review the issue with me. I just spaced out what was happening above me and played with the shaft that brought me so much pleasure. Whether under his desk or on this couch for a prolonged session of cock sucking, two words seemed to come to mind: love and worship. The feeling was that I was making love to it or I was worshiping It. His wonderful cock filled my mind, eyes, hands and mouth and all else ceased to have relevance. When I zoned into those times, I was truly happy and content.

The morning of two days later. I came out of Mr. Peterson's office with a smile on my face and cum in my asshole. It was only 9:00 but I had already had quite an Executive start to the day. First, Ms. Benson wanted her pussy eaten. I brought her to an orgasm and was caught by Mr. Peterson. He, of course, took me in the ass. He has his own tube of lubrication in his desk just for the occasions when I am available.

I was sure to have several more encounters during the day and it had the feel of a very good day. "Good morning, sir. How was your evening?"

Mr. C looked up, smiled that knowing smile as he recognized the signs of my body and the flushed tone of my chest, neck, and face, not to mention the smile on my face. He leaned back and gazed. I raised up on the toes of my high heels and dropped down to jiggle my large breasts. My large areola seemed more pronounced drawing attention to the erect nipples in the center.

"Peterson, huh?"

I teased him, Immediately. I knew that look and inquiry. Peterson would have loosened my ass with his smaller cock. I gave him an innocent little girl look and rotated my shoulders just enough to get my breasts swaying. He was watching the play. A smile grew on his face. I ramped it up one more notch. Unlike most of the women in the office who now wore a sheer negligee of some kind nearly every day, I wore them only as another choice. This day 1 was wearing black heels, black lace thigh-high stockings, and black lace choker around my neck that gave the feel of a collar. So, to tease Mr. C a little further, I turned my back to him and made a show of smoothing my stockings up my legs by bending at the waist. It, of course, presented my ass to him while my breasts hung and swayed beneath me. I looked back at him from that postion and winked.

drawing attention to the erect nipples in the center.

"Peterson, huh?"

I teased him, Immediately. I knew that look and inquiry. Peterson would have loosened my ass with his smaller cock. I gave him an innocent little girl look and rotated my shoulders just enough to get my breasts swaying. He was watching the play. A smile grew on his face. I ramped it up one more notch. Unlike most of the women in the office who now wore a sheer negligee of some kind nearly every day, I wore them only as another choice. This day 1 was wearing black heels, black lace thigh-high stockings, and black lace choker around my neck that gave the feel of a collar. So, to tease Mr. C a little further, I turned my back to him and made a show of smoothing my stockings up my legs by bending at the waist. It, of course, presented my ass to him while my breasts hung and swayed beneath me. I looked back at him from that postion and winked.