Abby and the ceo - S01 E39

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

"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.

I knew he had a 10:30 call scheduled and saw him check the time. I wondered if he was weighing a possible blow job during the call versus a fuck now. Why not bother? didn't verbalize that but sent a mental message to him which wasn't possible but... what the heck maybe.

I smiled when he rose and reached for his desk drawer. I shook my head and told him it wasn't necessary. I could see it on his face, "right, Peterson'

I stepped to him, turned my face up and leaned into him to kiss him on the lips. I wondered if he could taste Ms. Benson still on my lips. As we kissed, my fingers were busy working loose his belt and pants. I let his pants fall and slipped a hand into the top of his boxers to grasp his marvelous cock. I loved my life: a good job at a successful company; a great boss; and a wondrous cock to play with.

I slowly went to my knees, my free hand pulling his boxers down while my other hand maintained hold of his cock to bring it to my lips and tongue. I licked and sucked it, opening my mouth wide to take the bulbous head as It began to engorge. I would glance up his body occasionally with a playful twinkle in my eyes. When he was sufficiently hard, which didn't take long knowing what was coming, I stood, bent over his desk with my breasts and face on the desktop, and reached back to spread my ass cheeks. I immediately felt the head of his cock at my puckered hole. Even if we have fucked many times now like this, the initial penetration is always still a struggle of his size and the natural resistance of the sphincter.

While holding my ass cheeks apart for him, I implemented all the tricks I've learned in taking his big cock up my ass. I calmed my breathing and mind, I relaxed my body, especially my ass; and, I gently pressed back toward him. I felt the head stretch the tight sphincter muscle slowly, at first. It was resistant but trained by now to ease itself open with patient application which my pressing back aided. I felt the sphincter stretching and opening. I gasped and a slight whimper escaped my lips as his cock spread me further but he knew even the whimper wasn't negative but anxious anticipation. When his cock pressed through, I groaned loudly and he paused ritualistically for my sphincter and ass to quickly adjust.

Then, I pushed back a little more and that was his signal. After my push took several more inches inside, he pulled back slightly and pressed further, back and forth, inches more each time until pulling back was pulling many inches and pressing in was a long, smooth thrust up my ass.

I raised up to my elbows and he began thrusting in long and deep strokes.

"OH... GOD YESSSSSSS." I was gasping and moaning. I turned my head back toward him, "Have... you ... been... able to... take her yet?" I gasped out.

"Samantha?" He groaned back. I nodded. He released a stuttering laugh. "No no... she is... happy... to have... you for... that." I released a strangled laugh in response and thought, maybe I'll be able to convince her of what she is missing. And thrust my ass back to meet his stabbing cock.

I used fingers to assist my orgasm and joined him at nearly the same moment. As my orgasm took control of my body, my spasming asshole gripped him tightly and he joined me. He filled my ass with cum and I collapsed onto the desk with him resting on top of me supporting himself on his elbows.

After recovering somewhat, "Thank you," he softly uttered as he kissed my bare shoulders.

"You're welcome, sir, but should be thanking you for the way you make me feel."

He chuckled, stood, and eased his long cock from my playfully clenching asshole. "Yes that... always. But I meant for being you." I stood, turned and looked at him not understanding. I quickly sank to the floor to suck and lick his cock, then he handed me a hand towel, one of several he now kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. My asshole gaped so much after he fucks me that cum just flows out. I spread the towel on a chair in front of his desk, sat, and demurely crossed my legs but my chest and neck surely showing the blotchy, flushed evidence of our activity. He pulled his pants up and took his seat behind his desk. "What I meant was, Samantha has been accepting, even encouraging, about the activities of the office. We participated in some very discrete swapping and sharing and our sexual life is very active, as you have seen. But... she has been... unenthusiastic of a female assistant I might enjoy fucking regularly, though she had encouraged me to have an assistant to take some load off my office life." I watched and listened. This was interesting. So, there was more to his not being too active in the office besides his intimidating position in the office. He softly smiled and he may have seen the wheels turning in my head. "You... you took her fancy from the start. As I said, don't hide anything from her.

Perhaps because what I was able to communicate to her was what we talked about more than how we fucked she found you intriguing. I found I was attracted to you and that was a warning sign so I became reluctant to meet with you very often for a while. Samantha kept asking about you, though."

He looked embarrassed. "What are you saying, sir?" I asked to quickly break the moment of awkwardness.

"I'm saying, thank you for being you, the person you are. Samantha is very taken by you. It makes our relationship possible but... it also means she feels a desire for her own relationship with you. You've said you don't mind that, but do you really not mind her inserting herself?"

I smiled and squirmed a bit in the chair, not from awkwardness of his comments but feeling his cum still leaking from my asshole. "I like Mrs. C, sir a lot. It's not what expected, true, but I enjoy her."

He nodded and I took that response as a conclusion to our talk. I got up and stepped closer to the door. I was wrong, though.

"Abby," he called to me. I turned, holding the hand-towel in my hand which I would take to the shower area and drop in the used towel bin. "I also meant to thank you for the effort you put in with her on her speech." I asked if he was going to go listen to her. "No, she knows I have a conflict." Conflict, I thought. That puts the speech in the middle of the afternoon. "I bet I've heard it a dozen time, though." He said it with a prideful smile. "How about you, Abby. She didn't say anything but I think it would mean a lot to her."