Abby and the ceo - S01 E64

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

I waited as planned. This was intended to be an introduction for all to be familiar with the situation. Mr. C's lawyers didn't like it. They were worried about giving too much information that could be used or explained. Mr. C had respected Candace... disappointed now but he didn't want to hurt her. Everything I learn about Mr. C brings more to appreciate and respect and love.

My interoffice phone buzzed. I answered and stood, taking the prepared files off my desk. When I entered the office, closing the door behind me, the lawyer gave a double take when he saw me, then continued to stare. Candace grew angry by the reaction and blurted out, "There's the slut."

I stopped next to Mr. C and bent over at the waist to place the files in front of him. I was careful to be positioned so I directly faced the lawyer. As was bent over, I felt my unencumbered breasts hang and swing. I was dressed as requested but dressed specifically for this meeting. I wore the shortest pleated skirt I had without panties. On top I wore a blouse tucked into the skirt but completely unbuttoned. Thigh high stockings that weren't covered by the skirt and heels completed the outfit. When I stood upright, my large breasts had parted the blouse and were in full view. I looked at the lawyer who couldn't take his eyes from my exposure and replied ot Candace while looking at the lawyer.

"Yes I chuckled, "I guess I probably am a slut. I make no pretense or apology for liking sex and being an exhibitionist. Though I would have like my jobs here, anyway, the policles Candace is referencing made the office perfect for me." I walked to the lawyer with one of the files and bent over alongside him, one breast swinging out and grazing his cheek. I could see the tension in him to resist turning his face into my breast flesh. In that moment, I knew what I would recommend to Mr. C. I stood and resumed my position next to Mr. C. "But everyone here is a slut in some form. Everyone here came into the office to experience freely given and received sex without complications or connections. Sex is used around here like some places use exercise breaks or meditation rooms. Yes, there were requirements because to be here meant everyone would participate. AND..." looking directly at Candace, ".. everyone freely and eagerly participates."

The lawyer stuttered and I smiled as I looked down, then apologized and pulled the blouse over my breasts. "Sorry, I do sooooo enjoy the feeling of braless." Mr. C's hand stroked my leg behind the cover of the tabletop. That was the signal not to push too hard or too far.

The next meeting was set a week later. This time, though, it was arranged for the meeting to be with only her lawyer and Mr. C., expressed as another attempt to possibly negotiate an equitable solution for everyone. When the lawyer stepped from the elevator, he was greeted by Marie who volunteered for the role. She was dressed impeccably, quite a contrast to the bra and panties she still had enjoyed wearing (not being quite the blatant exhibitionist | was). She led the man to Mr. C's office and closed the door quickly behind him. He had stopped in his tracks upon entering and the closing door nearly hit him.

"Thank you for agreeing to come. Mr. Cornell was called away on some urgent family matter. Nothing else would have kept him from this meeting." I had convinced Mrs. C that, after weeks of experimentation alongside me, it was time for her to show her husband just how much she loved everything we had been doing. That translated into a full day of the two of them fucking and loving We all felt that qualified as an urgent family matter. Knowing Mrs. C, I had no doubt of her success and the eventual fucking during the day in various other rooms of the house.

What caused him to stop, though, wasn't just my sitting behind Mr. C's desk. I stood from the desk and walked around the side to greet him. I was naked. Nearly so, anyway. I wore another white outfit of heels, thigh-high stockings, and lace choker around my neck.

"You you're you're naked," he stuttered out.

"Yes, sir." I held out my arms for effect, "This is the way I enjoy being dressed for Mr. Cornell in the office. He enjoys it, too. I hoped you wouldn't mind and would appreciate the experience of what this office environment really was." I extended a hand to the couch as I moved to a chair opposite it across the small coffee table.

He sat as I did. I gave him the same move Mr. C enjoyed: a slow and deliberate opening and crossing of my legs that fully exposed my shave pussy for a long enough look to appreciate. His eyes were riveted on that spot until it disappeared, then nervously looked up to find me smiling. "It's okay, sir. There isn't harassment here. When a woman exposes herself in open nudity or... what I just did... it is merely part of what we are. When a man exposes himself with a hard cock, it is validation of mutual desire. Everyone here has the same interest, the same openness, to sex and the body."

He cleared his throat several times. "Well, clearly... uhmmm... clearly not everyone surely not everyone feels the same..."

I stood, again opening my legs for a peek, and retrieved a file folder from the desk. The folder was an inch and a half thick. I measured. I brought the file to him and bent to offer it to him. He fumbled it as my breast hung and swung in front of his eyes.

I retook my seat. "I know, sir, you've taken the responsibility to represent her interests in this suit. I have been made aware by attorneys that you may not even care about the validity of the suit you represent her regardless." His eyes met mine and I could see I had hit the mark. Gerald Olsen. Our research indicated he was a modest lawyer doing modest legal affairs but his reputation was one of ethical representation and working hard for his clients. That file, sir, contains voluntary statements from nearly everyone in the office who had contact with Candace. When I say 'contact, I obviously don't mean work related but sexual contact."

He opened the file and began skimming the sheets inside. Sheet after sheet and he began to take in more of what was presented on the sheets. He began looking up at me as he turned the sheets, his eyes frequently dropping to my breasts or body.

"Are they all like this?" He hadn't penetrated half way through the file. "This isn't what she said."

"I'm sure," I assured him.

"She said she felt trapped by the environment, forced by management and peer pressure, afraid of losing her job... this all suggests something different."

"Yes, sir. Those sheets... testaments to Candace's participation... tell how much these people found her not only involved in the activities but her openness and willingness. You may have noted the frequent references to her action generally being about her pleasure. She rarely merely gave head to a guy or ate a woman's pussy. Those acts would reflect someone interested in giving pleasure. She insisted on being pleasured." He looked me in the eyes. "That, sir, is not the impulse of being forced or coerced."

He dropped the file on the coffee table. "I don't think I need to read more of these." As he considered me, I could see his eyes traveling more freely, less embarrassed by looking. His eyes moved from my breasts to my face. He smiled, "So this is negotiation? What are you suggesting?"