Abby and the ceo - S01 E45

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E45

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continued, "You should think about college. I think you could be running your own company."

"Thank you, sir." squeezed my anus and felt the plug and his cum inside. I smiled devilishly, "For now, sir, I am quite happy to be serving... hmmmm...

underneath you." He shook his head while cleaning his cock, then getting himself together. "Fifteen minutes, sir.

I cleaned up Mr. Sorenson's notes and printed eight copies for the meeting. I was headed for the conference room to distribute the notes when I saw Ms. Benson coming to the conference room. I stopped at the door and waited for her. She was fully dressed in a sharp business dress of skirt cut well above the knees and white blouse. Her dark bra was evident underneath. I held the notes in my left hand and fumbled with my right to unbutton one more button of her blouse.

"Just because you are able to be dressed does not mean your inherent sexiness can't be displayed a little."

She laughed. "I guess you're right. Thank you, Abby." I looked at her questioningly. "Everyone knows who it was that influenced this change. There are a lot of women who wasted no time in getting dressed."

I smiled. "I kept thinking about all the good women leaving after a couple years because they got tired of the exposure. Turnover can ruin an otherwise good group."

She reached out and took one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a little tug. "What about you, Abby?"

"Oh, no, ma'am." I leaned close to her. She didn't release the nipple. "I've discovered I like being touched, groped, stared at, and... well, fucked." She laughed a little too loud and covered her mouth. I confided, "I wonder if I will ever get tire of being this way."

We saw other VP's and Directors headed our way and she helped me distribute the documents to the folders I already had placed at each of the eight chairs that would soon be occupied. As I was finishing, one of the other VP's caressed my bare ass as he passed behind me. I looked up and smiled at him. In any other office, my response might be to being greeted verbally.

Mr. C called the meeting to order and I took my seat along the wall behind him but not directly behind him so I was still visible. He got the meeting going with the Greater Mountain West project. He had

Mr. Sorenson review the project for everyone, then went into the concem and discussion of risks before ending with ideas for action, if any. He ended with, "As you are well aware, Joe, Mountain West Consolidated has always been reluctant to put others into a bidding war so it is difficult to get a new price into them. Even if they were to accept it this time, they probably would feel compelled to go to the others for new prices."

"I don't think I heard a recommendation in there," Mr. C commented.

There was a pause. Nobody else was venturing in. This was a marketing/sales situation, "You've had some success with Harrison, haven't you, Joe?"

Mr. C was silent. I could tell he was weighing something. Then, "I have managed to use my knowledge about him in the past, yes. Another pause. "This would be a sweet project if we managed it properly to avoid the risks of dealing with them contractually."

"I've talked to Pam about that."

Pam leaned into the table, looked at Mr. Sorenson, then turned her attention to Mr. Peterson before turning to Mr. C. "I can have our best team reassigned to take the project, Joe." She looked past him to me, "Especially if we can get an assist from Abby from time to time."

Mr. C spun in his chair to consider me. I shrugged my shoulders and added a nod. Anything for the team. He turned to address Mr. Sorenson, "I need to think about this, if I think there is something I can do without creating any other issues. Mountain West is a good client in other projects. I don't want that jeopardized in the process.

The meeting continued with several other issues for discussion, several times I rose to whisper into Mr. C's ear with a detail he missed. It was funny. This was far from the first staff meeting where I was naked with them, but this time, now that so many other women were now dressed, I felt much more aware of my nakedness as I bent over near him and my breasts hung and swung below me. I glanced up and saw Ms. Benson watching. She gave me a private smile. I think she understood what I was feeling.

As the meeting moved into the routine part of the agenda, Mr. C stopped and motioned me next to him. I was ready but still nervous. This is a day of firsts, it would seem. Earlier, we introduced a major revision to the dress policy and I think it was about time for the change. We all understand why it was made. I stood along side him and he put his arm around my hips, his hand softly stroking the other side. He looked up at me and I nodded. His hand slipped onto the back of my thigh, I parted them, and his hand slid inside my thighs and up to my pussy. I was sure the others could see his fingers playing over my pussy lips because every eye around the table was singularly focused there. Eyes began flicking from there to me to Mr. C. This was new. I had attended many of their meeting always dressed in the way that exposed me but nothing had ever happened in the course of the meeting before.

My hand had found its way to his far shoulder and as he rolled his chair back from the table, I slid my had over his shoulder, back and other shoulder. I then went to my knees on the carpeted floor and crawled under the table.

"Abby and I talked about this group, too, all of you. All of you have enjoyed this young woman's body and mouth and she expressed that she has enjoyed each of you, as well as everyone else in the office. She has been a very popular woman in our 'stress-relief activities. I heard comfortable chuckles of agreement around the table as I sat on my heels below the table. "This originated by her idea, by the way. She thought this group might benefit from shared experiences like the people in the larger room do as most of you enjoy these activities in your offices even if the walls aren't entirely private. Any objections?"

I recognized Mr. Sorenson's voice, "You mean... a blow job while we meet?"

Ms. Benson qualified it, "And eat pussy?"

It seemed strange and normal at the same time that these high- powered executives used such familiar and coarse language.

"That's the idea, yes," Mr. C continued. "We flipped a coin and decided she would go clockwise." There was a pause and I assumed there was a shared look with Mr. Peterson on his left.

"The question we didn't decide was if she just mouth each of you in turn or concentrate on a few to reach climax." put my hand on Mr. Peterson's knee and he twitched in surprise though he knew I was there. "So, who votes for her moving around the table a minutes at a time?" didn't hear anything but several of them did move slightly. "Okay, then," Mr. C responded. "Just move around the table, Abby."

I couldn't help it, I giggled. What might I possibly find myself doing next for the company? "Yes, sir."