ABBY & THE CEO 7: MRS. C

ABBY & THE CEO

CHAPTER 7: 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 I took the position of his PA, I had not only filled the position fully, like his big cock filled one of my holes, but I 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 I 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.

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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 with words and structuring them. He says you can make his letters and comments sound like he actually knows something.” I laughed and told her it was a huge exaggeration. “Yes, perhaps, but I think he was also serious. You know I am on several charity boards.” I nodded dumbly. “I’ve been asked to give some fund-raising speeches and I’m terrified not only of public speaking but that my words will make any sense. Can you help me?” I asked by when and she said by tomorrow so she could practice.

I told her I was swamped, but then added, “Ma’am, send me what you have. I’ll take a look at it tonight.” She tried to protest but I insisted.

I went back into Mr. C’s office a bit early for the video call. “Mrs. C called, sir.”

“The speech?” I nodded. “I hope you don’t mind. You really are very good at that kind of thing and she is so nervous AND she trusts what you say.”

I stood alongside him at the desk and his hand casually settled on my bare butt, slid down and up the inside of my thigh. I parted my legs slightly, just enough for his fingers to tease my pussy. It was a casual, comfortable part of our interaction.

“It’s about time for the call, sir.” He looked at his computer monitor, saw the time and pushed his chair back from the desk. A smiled spread over my face as I crawled under his massive desk as he rose to undo his pants and lower them. He rolled his chair back in, his pants down past his knees and his long, thick, and flaccid cock lying between his thighs. I got myself comfortably in position with a hand holding his cock and my head between his spread thighs. I licked from his ball sack to the cock head on the underside.

“Remember, Abby, not sounds. If there is a period I can put it on mute, I will let you know.” I assured him I knew. He added, “Yes, well … remember last time … you tried to take all of it down your throat and gagged. You banged your head against the bottom of the desk.”

I giggled. “I remember, sir. You said others looked at each other wondering what that sound was. I’ll be more careful, sir.” It was a game. A teasing game. The idea was to keep him hard and throbbing through the call without actually cumming. It meant my paying attention to the changes from his cock and his hand touching my head if I got carried away. His climax after was amazing and guaranteed the need of a shower for me.

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.