Adultery Abby and the CEO

[Odin chacha]

I increased my efforts. If he wanted to see a woman orgasm while masturbating, I would give him that. I curled my fingers to stroke the top of my vagina, the g-spot, while my other hand stroked and pressed my clit on the outside. My hips rose off the tabletop as my arousal increased and I allowed the sounds and utterances to flow from my mouth.
About the time I could feel my orgasm about to crash over me, though, my fingers driving inside me were pulled away and lips covered my pussy, a tongue moving between my lips. I raised my head, surprised and curious, it was the older son. Something touching my cheek diverted me, again. I turned my head to find an average sized cock inches from me. At the verge of orgasming, I opened my mouth without thought and it was driven into it. I heard Mr. C comment that I deep-throat, though he didn't say the obvious to me: I can deep-throat him so this cock would be no problem. The younger son shifted onto the tabletop with me. I saw now that he was completely naked like me. Straddling me now, he began fucking my mouth which I kept open as the head moved through my mouth and over my tongue and through my lips I kept around the shaft. The head just reached my throat but not far into it. As he began fucking my mouth and my pussy was being eaten, I came. I exploded, actually. I grasped the head between my thighs and held it tightly to my pussy as I struggled to keep my mouth and throat open for the cock ramming in and out.
I could feel the cock in my mouth swell and pulse. I knew he was about to cum. Then, the mouth was gone. At that moment, another cock was thrust into my dripping pussy. I groaned around the cock in my mouth as the other cock was powerfully rammed fully into me.
As one cock began spurting cum into my mouth, I felt myself being pulled to the edge of the table for him to better fuck me. The action pulled me from the cock in my mouth and the last of the cum landed on my upper face and forehead. He used my hair to wipe his cock, then backed away.
The son fucking me increased his tempo and I raised my hips to meet his strong thrusts. My hands found their way to my breasts and nipples and my eyes locked on his, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement. The older Harrison was getting ready by removing his pants. Satisfied this was going the way we had hoped, I refocused on the one fucking me. I reached out with one hand to lay a hand on his shoulder while the other continued to squeeze a nipple and fondle the breast. His eyes flicked from his cock going in and out of me, my fingers on my nipple, and the lust-filled look on my face with his brother's cum on it. I clenched the pussy muscles around him and rotated my pelvis for different penetration angles for stimulation of both him and me.
My arousal was increasing fast. I slid my hand on him to my groin and stroked my clit. His eyes watched and I heard his grunting and panting increase. I squeezed around his cock and felt a sharp jerk and pulse.
"Cum inside me." He grunted and slammed in. "I'm... I'm almost there. Are... you ready? Cum... cum inside... me." He was slamming into me like he was trying to break through a barrier but Mr. C had changed my vaginal canal forever and this cock just moved in and out without butting into the top. I was close, though. I locked my eyes on his, "CUM! NOW!" And, he did. He exploded in a stream of semen shooting into my pussy. He grunted and groaned and slammed his cock as deep as he could while I raised my hips to meet his final thrusts and shook with another orgasm.
He collapsed forward onto me but was quickly moving. I opened my eyes to see the senior pulling with a hand on the son's shoulder. The man was also naked now and his cock was hard, though quite small. As the son pulled out and the senior's gaze became fixed on my open pussy hole, I had a moment of concern. Two quick orgasms and now the most important one has come to fuck me. I should have planned this better. I should have held off on the last orgasm. I wasn't used to being manipulative, though. I was used to just being used in whatever order or need the person chose. His voice broke me out of my brooding.
"On your hands and knees, girl. I like doggy style." I smiled to myself as I rolled on the tabletop to assume that position and spread my knees wide. A dominant man with short-comings in this department probably would want a position that subjugates the woman in the manner he was using it. My smile, though, wasn't only the recognition of what he was doing, but it also gave me a way out. I'd never faked an orgasm before. Never wanted to. Never felt I needed to. To please this man, however, I wanted him to feel his fucking had stimulated me, at least as much as his son had. On my knees and face hidden, I prepared myself for acting as his cock thrust into my cum-soak hole.
Later, "That was quite the performance," Mr. C softly commented as he came up behind me and cupped my breasts as I mixed new drinks for the Harrison men.
Without turning, I responded equally softly but with alarm, "Was it obvious?"
"Only to me, dear... only to me and only because I am so intimately familiar with your real orgasms. The look on his face after he came was perfect." He put his hand on my hip and stroked up my side. "How are you doing? Is this going to be a problem?"
"For us, sir? Never. I knew what this was about. Doing it doesn't change it." I backed into him and rubbed my ass up and down. "Will you be joining in the next time?"
He chuckled. "No, this is them. If you're up to it... after they leave?"
I giggled, "Sir... you should know better..."
We had a drink, then I refreshed their drinks and began sucking the Harrison men back to life. They fucked me on the coffee tabletop as before, this time all taking me from behind on my hands and knees. I was sure the men enjoyed the sight of my wildly swinging breasts. The senior was first and I used my fingers on my clit to bring myself to orgasm with him which seemed to please him immensely. When they were done... they were done... ready to leave. They insisted we walk them to the elevator which had more to do with seeing me, naked and freshly fucked with cum on the insides of my thighs, in the hallway. By this time it was quite late and the risk of encountering anyone else was very small.
When the elevator doors closed and they were gone, I turned to Mr. C. "What do you think, sir? Were we successful?"
"We? You. And, yes. Harrison gave me his acceptance while his sons were still using you. He was quite impressed. It seemed to convince him we would do whatever it took to take care of business." I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him and holding him tight with an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment. He cupped my bare butt, "You do enjoy being naked, don't you?"
I looked at the large window in the elevator alcove and saw our reflection clearly against the dark sky outside. "I really do, sir."
He chuckled as he slid my arm inside his and led me down the hallway, him dressed without the suit coat and me in only stockings. "You don't seem inclined to wear any clothing in the office." He patted my arm, "And everyone is appreciative." I just smiled.
He offered another drink but I wanted the bed. And, not to sleep. He may have gotten undressed and slipped into bed thinking that was the plan but I cuddled up to him, pressing my nakedness against his while kissing him softly, passionately, and softly, again. I rested my arm on his chest and my chin in my hand and gazed at him in the soft light of the city lights from outside.
"I have a serious question, sir." I could see him nod to continue. "I feel like my life is about perfect. I don't want to lose any part of it and I want to be sure I am being the best possible PA you could have. So, I want your honest, constructive evaluation and recommendations for focus and improvement. Can you do that for me, sir?"
"Where is this coming from? Did something happen to concern you?"
"No sir. I just don't want you to have any." I pause, "Or Mrs. C, sir. I mean she's critical in all this, too, right? I want to know if you or she has concerns."
"I can do that, Abby. But, to be honest... no... I commit to openly talking though I am not sure you'll hear much negative. You seem to be on top of everything for me."
I raised up and looked at him with a different smile of relief and hunger. "Speaking of which..."
I slid down his body while leaving behind a trail a kisses down to his soft cock. He moaned as I took the head into my mouth, then, "Ohhhh... Abby... speaking of... what? What did I say?"
I giggled around his cock, "On top of everything for you..."
"Do you have a limit? Haven't you had enough tonight?"
"Silly CEO-boss... as you said before, that was them." I sucked a few times, then, "This is us." He gasped as I took his cock deeper. His cock steadily grew in my mouth as his mind and body responded to my obvious desire and intentions. I licked along the entire length, licked his balls, mouthed his balls, and sucked the head of his cock deep into my throat. When his cock was rigid hard in its full 11 inches, I crawled up his body and straddled his hips. His hands came up to grasp my breast as I reached underneath for his cock, rise up over it, align it to my hole, and sink slightly.
"Ahhhhh..." I gasped in a long exhaling of breath as I felt his cock open my pussy wide, stretching it even after being fucked. I looked down after taking about half of his cock into me. I found him smiling up at me. "What?"
"That just sounded... I don't know... like real satisfaction... enjoyment."
"Hmmmm..." I rose up and sank down further leaving a few inches of cock still outside. "You know... I hope... how much I love and cherish you and Mrs. C as people and friends and how much I respect and am devoted to you as a boss..." I rose up and plunged the last inches into me, his cock head glancing off my cervix. "Sir... I do love you cock."
I began grinding my pussy over his cock, then rotating one way before reversing in the other. The feeling of fully stuffed by his cock was tremendous. I began lifting and lowering on it and he pulled me forward into a long, desperate feeling, consuming kiss. My hips were thrusting up and down over his cock. We were both moaning and groaning loudly and I thought we might cum just from that but he pulled in tight and rolled us. Now on my back, he began to powerful thrust in and out. My breasts went wild on my chest from his strong, forceful thrusts.
I began wrapping my legs around him but he intercepted them and placed them over his shoulders and he raised up on his hands and feet to thrust even harder and faster. I was gasping for air and so near an orgasm but I desperately wanted to cum with him. Then, he shifted, again. He pulled us to the foot of the bed, pulled me tight against his pelvis as he stood up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he staggered back against one of the walls... the open glass door out to the balcony. He leaned against the glass door and began bouncing me up and down on his cock. God! I thought he was already so deep inside but this...
I came like an explosion. I held tightly to him, my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as I shook and convulsed in orgasm. My eyes opened to find the sleeping city below us shrouded in deep darkness but tiny lights were flashing in behind my eyes.
He walked us back to the bed where he dropped backward and rolled us onto the bed where he again began furiously fucking me in long, strong, and fast strokes until he too erupted with cum washing over my pussy filling it with as much cum as the other three men had together. Or... at least it felt that way.

 

[Odin chacha]

CHAPTER 10: GIVEN MORE
"OH FUCK! Oooooooooo... OH GOD... OHHHHHH FUUUCCKKKK"
I was deep inside her flexing thighs. Mrs. C had begun orgasming minutes ago but I kept at her. Her hands and arms were flying, smacking the bed, her head was turning side to side, her hip rose and dropped, her legs flexed at the knees and dropped back straight, and her thighs were flexing together and apart. All the while she cried out with words and sounds.
I was stretched out on my stomach inside her legs. I had two fingers in her drooling pussy, not fucking her with them as much as concentrating a strong, aggressive action on her g-spot. My mouth was covering her clit, the thumb of my other hand pulling back the hood to expose the throbbing, engorged pleasure nub which was currently firmly between my front teeth while the tip of my tongue flicked at it furiously.
She's been orgasming in a steady sequence of rising peaks since the first one crashed over her. I'd never tried doing this before. For one thing, the office isn't conducive to spending this kind of time. Mary, sweet Mary, might permanently lose her mind with that very sensitive clit of hers. But, Mrs. C, I'd come to realize how much she enjoyed the dual stimulation of g-spot and clitoris.
Her hand landed on my head. They had been flailing about or mauling her own breasts but occasionally came to rest on my head. So far, she hadn't exerted any effort to push me away from her convulsing body... but I was waiting for it.
Her thighs closed around my head and her hips rocked side to side as the shouts and cries continued between gasping and panting. Then, I felt it... she pushed at my head as her knees pulled up and her rocking increased. I pulled my fingers and mouth away. She immediately curled into a fetal position on her left side while her body continued shaking, shivering, and convulsing. I crawled up behind her and spooned into her, pulling her in against me with an arm around her shivering body. I kissed her upper back, shoulders, and neck while lightly stroking her arm, side, and hip.
"God, Abby... I thought I might go crazy..." It had taken her a couple minutes to calm enough to get those few words out. She pressed back into me and raised her arm to allow my hand to slip underneath and cup one of her breasts. I simply cuddled her, my hand on her breast simply holding her, not fondling or stimulating. I waited with occasional kisses to her shoulder and neck.
Eventually, minutes later, she relaxed her legs and rolled over to face me, our faces inches apart. For a moment, she gazed into my eyes, then pursed her lips and I moved slightly to give them a kiss. She smiled and sighed contentedly.
"Thank you." I shrug. "No... not that... though... wow! No, I mean thanks for coming into our lives. Joe and I have talked about it. What you've done for Joe is startling and that has been wonderful for me. It feels like I have my man back." I start to deflect, but she interrupts. "Later." She spun around and bounced out of bed. "I'm hungry... aren't you hungry? Orgasms like that make me hungry. Does that happen to you? Isn't that funny?" I just watched with a bemused smile. "We're staying in, staying naked." She looked at me and clapped her hands. "Come on, girl! Up and at 'em. I want to see those boobs bouncing!" I chuckled and rolled to her side of the bed and bounced out of bed, too. She smiled as she watched my breasts.
"I'm home... where are you two?"
It was hours later and we were sitting on chaise lounge chairs sunning naked on the back patio. The back yard wasn't really private but we decided it was private enough if we stayed where we were. We were also sipping wine.
"In back, Joe. You're late."
He started apologizing as he approached the French doors, but stopped. "Whoa... the most beautiful site possible to come home to..."
Mrs. C smiled at me and giggled. I love her giggle. "Nice recovery, Joe." He came around in front of us and made no false pretense of not inspecting the naked flesh in front of him. My ankles were crossed and remained that way but Mrs. C dropped her feet off the side of her chair and stroked her shaved pussy. "She ravaged me, Joe. Most of the time you were gone... ravaged me. Three orgasms, I think. Who can count under those circumstances." She reached across the narrow separation between our chairs and rolled one of my nipples. "Can I keep her, Joe? Locked in the bedroom with me? Can I, huh, can I?"
Mr. C smiled at his wife and winked at me. "Once again, dear, no. I need her at the office, too."
She crossed her arms under her breasts and pulled up as if upset but kept her legs open. "Oh, pooh." Her face reflected how much trouble she was having keeping from smiling. "You just want her mouth, pussy, and ass near that cock of yours."
He stepped between our chairs and sat on the edge of hers, putting a hand on each of our bare thighs. He winked at me. These two were so playful. I loved being included. "Of course I do, dear. Just like you want her near your pussy." Mrs. C couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed as he slipped his fingers up to our pussies. I open my legs eagerly, of course. "Speaking of which..." I thought, speaking of which? "Have you talked to her?" Talked to me about what?
Mrs. C glanced at me before responding, "No, of course not, we agreed to do that together."
"What's going on you two?" He told me to be patient and assured me it was good. We had reservations for dinner.
I had just showered and drying my hair in the foggy bathroom of the guest suite when I heard a knock at the door which was partially open. I'm usually naked around them, anyway. Why close the door? I called out and Mr. C appeared at the open bathroom door. He handed me a small package and told me it was to be worn for dinner. He left and I continued with my hair.
* * * *
"It looks like a remote, Joe. You're giving me a remote?"
"For the vibrating egg I just gave Abby," he replied with a devious twinkle in his eyes. "But don't show it or use it until she agrees." She reacted with the same devious twinkle.
* * * *
Dinner was great. Of course, it was. He usually takes us to some of the best restaurants in the city. He shared, laughing, how his golf partners didn't want to leave the club because they were hoping 'that woman' might show up again. Mrs. C looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows. I smiled.
The waiter, again, showed up and stood off my left shoulder. He was doing that a lot and there was no mystery to any of us as to why. My attire was the result of urging from the two of them. My black mini-skirt was tight and short enough that the lace of my dark thigh high stocks was just visible as I sat. The white sleeveless blouse was loose and just sheer enough to hint at anything underneath which happened to be my nipples as I was not wearing a bra by their strong urging. The loose fit of the blouse assured that my large breasts had freedom to move on their own and was increased by the gaping resulting from leaving the buttons undone to the point below my nipples. Standing at my left shoulder allowed the best downblouse view due to the way women's blouses button. I could only pretend I wasn't giving him (and others) a display of my breasts.
We each bypassed dessert and opted for an after dinner brandy. After the waiter retreated with our order, Mrs. C exclaimed it was time and she couldn't wait any longer. I was confused, then remembered the earlier comment about saying something to me. Mr. C reached into his jacket and extracted folded sheets of paper. Sitting at a table for four with Mrs. C and I on either side of him, he placed the folded sheets on the table with his hand on it, moved it to me, and kept his hand on top of it saying it was the result of deliberate consideration and hopeful intention.
Even more confused, I took the sheets and unfolded them but held them close as our drinks arrived. It was two pages. It was written formally. The first line was really a heading in bold: Proposed modification of the Personal Assistant agreement between Abby Thomas and Joseph Cornell, CEO of Alliance Corporation. I looked up to find he and Mrs. C holding hands and watching expectantly. I pressed on by first scanning the top page.
"I don't understand," I mused almost to myself, "there are only minor modifications here about my time spent in the office and accountability of my duties. It suggests that I am only accountable to you, sir. I thought I already was." He just nodded and waited. Although that expectation was certainly true, my employment agreement was still set around the normal office hours which was a part of all such agreements. I saw nothing affecting salary or benefits. He nodded to the document. Okay... two pages. I turned to the second page.
Again, a bold heading for the first line: Proposed PERSONAL & PRIVATE Personal Assistant agreement between Abby Thomas and Samantha Cornell. I looked up at her and found a look of intense anticipation. I looked over at him. They both waited. I again scanned the document... maybe more than scanned this time. It briefly and loosely suggested an arrangement quite similar to mine with Mr. C but with Mrs. C to assist her in organizing, scheduling and coordinating her increasing community activities and assisting her in the performance of the duties of those roles. Very similar to what I was doing for Mr. C, basically anything he wanted me to do from filing and word processing to assistance in management, sales and negotiations. How would I possibly manage doing this for both of the them? Though loosely structured, there was much more. There was a substantial additional salary separate from Alliance. There was an offer of a work desk in the large office they shared in their home. In their home? Then, a few lines further... the offer of a bedroom suite across the hall from their own master bedroom... the suite I used when I spent weekends filled with play and sex. I looked up, again. They wanted me to live with them? Still, they waited. The offer of a new car for my personal use as well as for my duties. Blah, blah, blah. More words but of little impact... basically assuring of my freedom to live a life.
I took a sip of brandy... and another. I looked up. "You want me to live with you?"
Mr. C laughed, "That's the part that grabs you?"
Mrs. C took over, "That was my idea. You've spent time with us, already. You feel like part of us. We know you and trust you... I'll say it... we love you. You've made such a difference in our lives. We hoped you feel the same way." I nodded numbly. I did but this was a lot to take in. She went on, "Okay... I'll say it... I need help. I'm not Joe. I know that. But, he pushed me to get active, to use some of our money to help others, help the city and region. Turns out I like doing it and I have had some success and that speech you help me with increased calls for my participation and involvement. Abby, I need help... your kind of help... the way you help Joe by keeping his schedule, organizing him, proofing what he does."
We talked about it while having another brandy. She was right about how we felt about each other and the trust and respect. And, I have really enjoyed assisting her and having her bounce thoughts and ideas off me. Finally, I leaned forward and fixed a look on each. "I am honored... blown away... by the offer. To work closely with both of you would be... wonderful. How does it all fit into a day, though?"
"That's why you live with us," Mrs. C responded. "Look... Abby... when Joe and I started talking about this possibility, what first jumped out at us was that you are a young woman with a life just beginning. We get that. That's why we tried to make our idea as attractive as possible. But, as much to entice you, we wanted to be fair and build you a nest-egg for your future. We don't want to take over your life. It would kind of be like working in politics... always involved but without the politics." She smiled. "We understand this is temporary... you're young and will want to seek other options and opportunities. Until then, though..."
I looked seriously at both of them... again. "I feel like I would be a serious third-wheel in your relationship... an intrusion."
He laughed and put his hands on top of Mrs. C's and mine on the table. "Seriously? The way the three of us carry on together?"
"That's the other thing," Mrs. C offered. "The way you sex the two of us... we're excited to see where things might go... if you were really a part of us."
Maybe she could see my coming response from my face. She leaned over between herself and Mr. C and dug something out from her purse as I gave it a final consideration. I mean, really... I felt closer to them than I did to anyone, I loved working with each of them, I trusted both completely, and respected both fully. Besides, that guest suite was nearly as big as my apartment. I picked up the pages and scanned the second sheet once more, a smile easing bigger and bigger on my face as I did.
"How could I say, no?" A split second later... that egg I was still curious why he wanted me to put into my pussy exploded in furious vibration. I gasped. A low moan escaped but I couldn't begin to worry about any nearby tables hearing. My hands dropped the pages and grasped the edge of the table as I sagged forward, my mouth open with another gasp and sigh. Just then, the waiter returned, noticed my reaction (probably by gaping blouse, too), and asked if I was alright.
"Excitement, I think," Mr. C responded. I sure couldn't. "I think she is just overwhelmed. We offered her a new position. I think we'll get her home."
Home. FUCK. I forced my head up and plastered a smile on my face that I hoped was convincing. "Yes... a good... idea. Sorry..."
Mr. C asked for the check and Mrs. C rose to assist me up. After only a couple steps toward the entrance, I mumbled, "Can you turn that thing down a few notches? I might... ooooooo... I might..."
Mr. C appeared and took my other arm. Mrs. C brightly but softly announced, "I think she might actually cum right here."
"Maybe you should turn it down."
"No way. Let's just get her outside."
Fuck. I was definitely going to orgasm. They better hurry. They did. I staggered between them like a drunk. The large egg shape with a flexible antenna tail sticking out of me had apparently become wedge next to my g-spot when it suddenly became active... and it must have been set on high. The sensation immediately exploded inside me and hadn't let up since. My abdomen almost ached in desperate need to cum and I could barely concentrate on anything but that sensation including walking and the high heels didn't help much.
Reaching the car, I leaned my butt against it as Mr. C dug for his key fob while Mrs. C supported me. It was then I noticed a very devious smile on her face. Her hands moved to my gaping blouse, pulled it completely out of the skirt, unbuttoned the remaining few buttons before leaning over to kiss and suck each nipple. My brain struggled with a short conversation.
"Let's get her into the car before she starts wailing." "No, here, I want her to do it here." "Samantha... are you sure? Someone might come out any time." "She's an exhibitionist, Joe. She's just learning how much of one. We don't know what boundaries she has. She doesn't know. She's done everything we've suggested." "Okay, what do you want to do?" "Take off her blouse. I'll work on the skirt. But, hurry. I think she's going too explode like she never has."
God. They're going to strip me in the parking lot of a nice restaurant. They intend for me to orgasm in public... at night but a lit parking lot... ohhhhh... I'm sooooooo closssssse. I need... to cum... fuck... everything... else... I just... neeeeeeeeeed... ooooooooo... TO CUM!
A moment later my entire body shook and quaked. My legs sagged so both of them had to grab me and keep me off the pavement of the lot. I heard the start of a scream that was quickly muffle which made my gasping, panting breathing more difficult. Lips and tonuge were working my nipples while fingers were adding stimulation to my clit. It seemed I couldn't stop orgasming as wave after wave of the sensation crashed over me as the device inside me continued and was augmented by the touches outside me.
I woke in the backseat of the car. I was naked except for my stockings. What happened? I remembered in the next moments the dinner, the offer, accepting it, and then.... I pushed against the seat to look out as we passed the gate into their residential community. My words came out in a slur.
"What... what happened? Why am I naked?"
Mrs. C turned around, restricted by her seat belt. "You had quite an orgasm, dear. We'll explain everything in the morning."
The answer seemed to satisfy me as I let my head drop back. "Okay," I responded numbly.
* * * *
"Yes, sir?" I saw the light on the phone system blink off indicating Mr. C had hung up from a call followed by his voice calling my name. I rose from my own desk, grabbed the tablet to take any necessary notes or calendar checks, and moved to his open door. This morning I had opted for white: white lace choker, white garter belt, white sheer stockings, and white strap heels. While every other woman in the office opted for more covering, I remained nearly naked. Some days I was completely naked, including barefoot. I think Mrs. C was right about not yet understanding my boundaries. I really enjoyed exhibitionism.
"Do you need something, sir?"
"You."
"Oooooo..." I put my palms on the desktop and leaned forward. His eyes predictably moved from my face to my breasts as they hung and swung from the motion. He loved that and I knew it.
A huge smile covered his face. "Not that... not now, anyway. You do tease me." I took one of the guest chairs in front of his desk and readied the tablet for business. I crossed my legs as if I could be demure like I was dressed.
"It's not a tease, sir, when I will eagerly give it." He smiled as he nodded.
"This is about you not business." I closed the tablet and waited. What about me, I wondered. "I just got off the phone with my personal lawyer. You're free of the apartment and all your belongings are loaded and on their way 'home'." He emphasized the word home for significance. My own smile formed on my mouth. Whatever was coming, besides more work, excited me. Especially after what they had done to me at the restaurant recently. He slid a set of keys and fobs across the desk. I caught them and looked. He continued, "Your old car is being picked up as we speak and this car will be in the same spot in the parking lot."
I looked at the fob insignia. "A Lexus?"
He smiled, again. "What should I say? Your car needs to fit into my residential area or you deserve a really good car?" I was stunned. "Both are true."
"I don't know what to say, sir. I don't think all of this had really sunk in."
"Well... wait until Samantha gets finished with you." I looked up from the fob puzzled. "I suspect there will be clothes, etc. involved." I had no idea this was going to happen. I imagined using their guest suite like I had on weekends.
"I really don't know what to say, sir. I do know what I can do, though."
"What does our schedule look like?"
"An hour and a half before your call to New Jersey." I put the tablet on the other chair and stepped around his desk. As I did, he rotated his chair and I went to my knees, opened his slacks, took out his flaccid, magnificent shaft of pleasure, and smiled as my mouth moved forward to meet it. I held the shaft up and licked from the base to the head as if it were a gigantic, obscenely shaped Popsicle. Then, I licked down one side and back up the other. I paused, the stiffening cock in my fingers, my nipples erect, and pussy becoming wet. I looked up at him, "Is this going to work, sir?"

 

[Odin chacha]

"It already is."
I giggled. "Not this," I responded with a kiss on the thickened head, "me living with you?"
"You're concerned?"
I nodded. "The last thing I want is to mess things up between you and Mrs. C."
He traced his fingertips over my cheek. "You really have no idea how much you do for us, do you? It was our idea, an idea that was really somewhat selfishly motivated. Our life has become very exciting with you in it."
I took his cock back into my mouth and, with more deliberate intention, worked it deep into my throat. In moments, it was rigid and his groans indicated a choice was needed. I pulled my mouth off his cock and began stroking it as I looked up. I stood slowly, opened the top right drawer of his desk and took the ever-present tube of lubrication from it. As he watched, I spread some on his cock and my asshole. I turned and leaned over the desk, my ass pointed at him.
"I want you in my ass, sir." I looked at him over my shoulder. "I want that feeling I get that I am yours... that you know I will do whatever it is you want." He stood, grasped my ass cheeks and spread them. His cock slid up from my pussy to my asshole and back down several times. I sighed at the feeling of imminent penetration there and sucked in a breath as I felt it press at the puckered hole. I grunted and groaned as he slowly worked it past the tight sphincter and stopped. I groaned as that area eased and adjusted. I looked back again as I eased my hips back further onto his cock. "I feel that way about Mrs. C, too, sir."
"I know you do, dear," he stated as he thrust hard nearly all the way into my ass. "That's one of the reasons the three of us are so good together."
I was getting fucked hard and deep. I must have really turned him on with the talk. I sagged to my elbows on the desk, my nipples grazing the desktop as they swung beneath me. I was oblivious to everything but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my tight ass, my stimulation rising to a fever pitch. Then, voices penetrated my mind but I chose to ignore them.
"Oh... sorry, Joe... should I come back?"
"Nonsense."
"She is hard to resist, isn't she?" Ms. Benson's voice.
"Too hard. But then I decided there really was no reason to resist." Several grunts. He smacked my ass. "She likes being fucked. Needs to be fucked." Grunts. "This... comes from her." Grunts. "And a hell of an assistant."
A chuckle from Ms. Benson. "Her mouth and tongue are pretty wonderful, too."
Then they talked business as I came on his cock. A piece of fuck-meat. A shameless slut who didn't care who saw her. But I wasn't only that... and they all knew that.

 

[Odin chacha]

CHAPTER 11: THE VIDEO
"Ms. Thomas?" I was stopped at the gate into the club community where the Cornell's lived.
"Yes, sir."
He smiled. "I'm not sir... just Al." Al was probably in his early 60's being a security guard for a bunch of rich people. I didn't see a gun as he stood next to the guard shack by the car. Probably had a hot-line connected to the police which was undoubtedly safer for him, too.
"Yes, sir."
He paused. "Don't see many like you around here. Politeness and respect seem to be out of style. Anyway... Mr. Cornell alerted me you would be arriving. He's one of the nice ones." He affixed a sticker to my windshield and handed me a magnetic card for the gate when it wasn't being manned.
Mrs. C was standing at the front door as I drove up. Al must have alerted her. She came out and stood next to my open window. She pointed to the remote on the visor that I hadn't even noticed until then. I pushed it and the far left garage door lifted. She walked behind me as I drove the my very new car into the garage of my new home. She waited as I gathered my purse and computer bag, then I followed her through the garage to the door into the house. We'd used this entrance before when I was them, of course.
She led me through the house along the familiar route to upstairs and the bedroom I would be using. I was expecting boxes but there was nothing out of place. I looked around puzzled and she laughed. Mementos were on end tables and arranged around the sitting room. The bedroom itself and huge closet was also decorated with my things and clothes hung up. My toiletries, etc. were in the bathroom. I looked at her puzzled.
"Oh, dear. You worked all day. I couldn't have you bothering with unpacking. I don't know if I got things where you want them but you can take care of that over time." I was stunned and gave her a big hug.
"What can I do?"
"Nothing for now," she said. "Joe is picking up meals for a quiet night home. It is a work night, after all." I smiled. This was all going to be so strange to combine Mr. C with work and home and adding Mrs. C.
"There must be some house rules or expectations? I mean, what happened on weekends was play; what about normal, everyday living?"
"Don't fuss yourself, dear," she came back with. "I know you. You'll help out around here; it's part of who you are." Then, she suddenly looked at me and a smile and look of awareness came to her. "Ohhhh... I bet you're also wondering about what to wear. Joe has his rules for the house and you've elected to remain basically naked even with the revised policy. Yes... remember Joe tells me everything and I tell him everything. So, around here... do what you want. You like being naked and we like seeing you naked. But, Abby, although you're a wonderfully exciting, sexy, arousing young woman to both Joe and me, that's not all you are to us; that's not the only thing about you we love. You have a wonderfully well rounded personality with wonderful ideas and thought and ideas and a contagious sense of humor and that surrounds a very actively sexual person. We love all of you, dear." She pulled me into another hug that was warm and inclusive. She whispered into my ear, "We want you here and we want you to want to be here. If this is your home, relax and act like it is your home."
"Thank you, ma'am." I kissed her. Not on the cheek.
She smiled, "So... you know my name is Samantha or Sam..."
"Yes, ma'am." She chuckled. I explained, "I am absolutely certain I am not submissive, ma'am. Mr. C has said the same as well as many of the VP's and Directors. With all of them I use 'sir' or 'ma'am' as respect for positions. I realized along the way that I use it with you two because I have a deep desire to please you both. I'm not sure what you'd call it. I don't know how to explain it more clearly."
"You don't have to explain it," she responded with hands softly holding my face. "Now... for dinner... let's surprise Joe with negligees."
"Ma'am, I don't..."
"Oh, yes you do." She led me to the other side of my closet where a wide variety of negligees hung on soft hangers. "I thought of a way you can wear something and still be exposed." I smiled as I fingered the very sheer garments.
Not many moments later, we heard the garage door open. She nodded as I picked up the drink we had prepared and strode to the opening to the dining room. As he entered the house, "Good evening, sir," I said as I held the drink out to him, then took the bag of food from him.
Just then, Mrs. C came out and welcomed him with a kiss, then stood back next to me. "Damn," he uttered. We both giggled. I wore a floor length gown tied at the bodice. It was very sheer and exposed the fact that I had nothing on underneath but my heels. The bodice was loosely tied (Mrs. C's idea) and displayed a deep cleavage of bare breast and chest. Mrs. C wore a similar gown but semi-sheer that hinted more than blatantly exposed her nakedness underneath. She admitted she hadn't been much of an exhibitionist and the idea of dressing like this with the lights glowing and drapes open made her a bit nervous but very excited, too. And, she knew Mr. C would like it very much.
Mr. C's eyes wondered over his wife's and my body throughout dinner. We made it an early night. And... I didn't sleep in my new bed.
The next night Mr. C had the game of the week on ESPN when Mrs. C came into their large family room from behind. "Have you seen Abby, dear?"
I didn't hear anything from him but I felt his hand leave my bare breast, rise up and point down. I was lying on the sofa next to him with my head in his lap sucking his cock exposed through his loosened slacks. I heard her walk around the sofa, then, "So... I should have known..." I smiled around the cock in my mouth. I wasn't working hard at sucking him but rather just enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth while I teased him with my tongue and sucking while he watched the game.
"Are you really interested in the game, dear? I thought we could show Abby the video," she suggested.
"You mean THAT video?" he asked.
"Yes. I think she'd find it interesting. Abby, dear, you can watch the TV while doing that can't you?"
"Yeth, mawwm." It's hard to talk with a big cock in your mouth.
I re-positioned myself for a better view of the large flat-screen on the wall as his hand returned to my bare breast. The video started with credits and Mrs. C sat on the sofa by lifing my legs and settling under them. Her fingers roamed between my legs and I obligingly opened them to allow better access to my pussy as he was fondling my breast and rolling and pulling on nipples. I am naked as much in the house as I am in the office and the two of them are not at all shy about taking advantage of it.
I missed most of the credit... even the title... but was drawn to the appearance of the female porn actress leading her partner through a door into what appeared to be an apartment. They kissed and felt each other up. My attention went from the cock I was sucking and the video. I was waiting for the action to really start and wondered why Mrs. C was so interested in showing the video. I didn't really need the stimulation and I hadn't thought either of them had with me around, either.
But then... my eyes opened wide as I stared at the screen. My mouth had stopped moving or sucking on his cock. For a moment, I lay there staring and not quite believing what I had seen. I waited for verification. Then, I got the verification as the camera seemed to finally settle on the man involved. I pulled back with his cock falling from my mouth.
"You!" I turned to look at him, "That's you!" I turned to Mrs. C who was smiling. "Ma'am... him... that's him." She just chuckled as I turned to Mr. C, "You... oh... my... God... you fucked a porn star!"
He didn't say anything. Neither of them did. They didn't have to. It was all up there on the screen as he slipped the same cock I was sucking into the hairless pussy of that porn star. He didn't allow me any more distraction, though. His hand pressed my head down and my mouth opened wide to take his cock back in. I began sucking and moving my mouth over his cock... the same cock I was watching on the screen... going in and out of that pussy. When the camera went in for a super closeup, I could almost feel it myself from the many times it had been inside me and all the while Mrs. C's fingers played over me.
When he came in my mouth, his cock was in my throat. I felt the pulse preceding his climax but risked holding it in my throat as the first spurt went directly down my throat. I pulled back gasping, some cum escaping my mouth as he delivered the next spurt. It was another first and very exciting.
I was still licking his cock in a more idle manner as the movie ended with a climactic ending of Mr. C cumming on the face and tits of the actress. Mrs. C never stopped playing with my pussy the entire time and had three fingers jammed inside. She grabbed the remote with her free hand and the screen went dark.
"Bend over the coffee table. It's your turn, Abby." He just came. What did she have in mind now? As I took the position she requested, my bare ass pointed at her and knees spread wide in preparation... of what I still wasn't sure. "This is something I've wanted to try for quite a while now. And, I think only a slut can manage it. You are a slut, aren't you, dear? You are our slut?" I nodded. Even more confused of what she was intending. But, as ever, ready, willing, and trusting in her as much as I was in him.
I felt her fingers return to my dripping pussy. She shifted to her knees behind me and it soon felt like three fingers were again moving in and out. I glanced back over my right shoulder and found her intent on what she was doing, her eyes fixed on her fingers moving in my pussy. I noted Mr. C stroking his limp cock in his hand.
Then, she shifted and added another finger, four fingers moving inside me, opening me wider and, with all the manipulation while I sucked Mr. C, those four fingers moved easily in and out as my pussy opened more.
Her fingers came out. When they returned, they felt bigger. That was when it hit me. Fisting. She wanted to put her hand inside me. God. I should never explored porn sites with her for ideas.
I felt her opening my pussy wider and wider as she worked her fingers in to the knuckles at her hand. I groaned as my head sagged and dropped to the tabletop. "Oh fuck..." I moaned.
"Almost there... just... a little... bit..."
And she was in. Or, rather, her hand was fully inside with a sudden push through like jamming a ball or apple up inside. At one moment I was being stretched wider and wider, a feeling of intense stretching, then the stretching feeling gone but feeling stuffed. Her hand inside me! What a slut! The office truly had opened a world unknown, unexpected, unanticipated to me.
"I did it!" she exclaimed from behind me as I leaned over the tabletop gasping. "Look, Joe!" Her excitement at achieving it drew a boisterous laugh from him.
"I think, dear, the wonder is that she managed it without screaming."
Mrs. C giggled as her hand began moving inside me. She opened her fingers and wiggled them as her hand turned and rotated inside my pussy, her fingertips stroking the walls in every direction. She pushed deeper and I felt her fingers at my cervix. I gasped as a fingertip caressed the tight opening before bumping that spot only Mr. C had reached, another erotic spot located at the cervix. I moaned as she probed, hitting that spot over and over. Then, I felt a finger probe the cervix opening, pressing at it, rotating, and pressing. I moaned more as I felt the opening giving and her finger continue to probe and press.
"Ohhhh... Goddddddd... what... are you... OHHHH FUCCKK!"
Her finger gained entrance, slipping just the tip past the opening. My breath escaped me as her fingertip flexed. She pressed harder and more finger passed in before she pulled part way out and pressed by in.
"Joe," I heard her say as I gasped and moaned, "I'm fucking her cervix."
"That's why she's moaning so much."
Something bumping my forehead, nose, and eyes. I opened eyes to find a very hard, massive hard-on. I raised my face with an open mouth dutifully and it passed through my lips into my mouth to the entry of my throat. A hand in my pussy, a finger in my cervix, and a massive cock in my throat. I couldn't concentrate on any particular stimulation as they each seemed to overwhelm each other for attention.
"I have an idea, Joe," she commented as if she was about to suggest something for dinner.
I felt him lean over my back, his cock driving a bit further into my throat in the process. Whispers were exchanged and, though they were just above me, I registered none of it as my body was building to an explosion point.
Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my throat and mouth. I gasped for air and nearly came when she changed position while keeping her hand in my pussy which caused new contact inside and the heel of her hand jamming against my g-spot. A moment later I felt my ass cheeks spread and my asshole being probed. OH FUCK. Her hand in my pussy and he's about to penetrate my ass?
It was tight... very tight... and I cried out as the bulbous head of his cock stretched and abruptly drove past my sphincter. He was inside my ass... she... her hand was inside my pussy... I had never felt so full! I exploded in orgasm. My mouth gaped open but no sound escaped as it seemed there was no air left in my lungs. My entire body quaked. They never stopped, though. Her hand and fingers began moving, again. Then it hit my... her fingers were stroking his cock as it moved through my ass. Her fingers in my pussy were stroking his cock in my ass!
Her fingers moved with his cock at times and again bumping my cervix. I shivered, again. Minutes passed... I had no idea how many really as my body reacted to all the stimulation as they performed their strange, obscene, and very erotic and stimulating hand-job-fuck.
I was being pummeled by hand and cock. My head and upper body had collapsed to the table, my ass obscenely presented to them for their use. And use they did as I felt him stiffened and jerk and pulse in my ass and her hand, sensing the same, began stroking faster and more firmly as he fucked harder and more powerfully. All the while the actions of both separated only by that thin membrane between the two chambers.
I felt him explode, a strong stream of cum propelled into my ass. She must have felt or sensed it as she seemed to try to grasp his cock to stroke it. That was when I came, again. She wasn't done with me, though. Even as her husband was still releasing the last of his cum into my ass, her hand left the cock and probed for my cervix, finding it, and slipping a finger back inside. This time, though, she pressed more firmly to drive the finger inside. The orgasm I was already riding spiked even higher. I cried out. As the cock pulled from my asshole, I collapse further but her hand and finger remained as she continued to fuck my pussy and cervix, her knuckle bumping that spot deep inside and the heel of her hand pressing on the g-spot. I continued to experience peaks of glorious orgasmic surges until I lost all ability to support myself.
I was barely aware of her hand pulling from my pussy and being rolled over onto the rug. My awareness came back slowly. My head was resting on someone... my body was being softly and lovingly caressed and stroked. Mr. C cradled me on his lap on the floor. Mrs. C lay next to me lightly touching and stroking me.
I looked from one to the other. I opened my mouth to speak... then tried again. "That was so... fucking freaky..." A smile grew on my face as the feelings surged back to awareness. "God... that was amazing!"
They both laughed. Maybe partially in relief...

 

[Odin chacha]

CHAPTER 12: THE OFFICE CHANGE

Months passed and there were even fewer employees who fit under the dress code to be mostly naked. Sex was still an active part of the day but there was a subtle shift as people moved into offices, the break room, and even into the locker room by the elevators. With the change in blatant nudity evident, people were shifting from blatant sexual acts. I, however, continued with my preference of nudity in the office and willingness for being fucked or giving blowjobs anywhere and everywhere. I loved it. I loved everything about the overt exhibitionism the office allowed me. It seemed I couldn't get enough of it and I was fucked several times a day at work, blowing or eating several others, and enjoying the sexual attention of Mr. and Mrs. C at night in our casually sexual life.

All that seemed to threatened to crash to a stop.

"Sir? Is something wrong?" I entered his office unannounced as was my practice. He turned from the window he stood before, allowed his eyes to slowly, appreciatively, moved down and up my body, and gave me a smile that lacked his usual. I was dressed. Well, as dressed as I might be in the office: white heels, sheer white stockings, garter belt, and a string of costume pearls hanging between my large breasts. It was one of his favorites, drawing attention with white to all the 'best parts of a woman' as he liked to tease me. And, given my joy of using all those parts for the delight of others, I took no offense to the tease.

He put his arms out and I knew something was indeed wrong. I stepped into his arms at the window and into his embrace. A hand slid down my bare back to my butt. As I pressed my hips into his, though, I did not find the hardening of his massive cock. Something was quite wrong.

He parted his body from mine enough to look me in the eyes and to allow his hand to go to a breast. The act seemed to happen without thought or intention. His hand touched me as he did whenever my body came close to him but there was no sexual hint to the act this time. Something quite wrong, indeed.

"We're being sued... I'm being sued." He moved to his desk and plopped down into the chair. I watched in something of shock. This man had control of everything. I had never seen him like this before. I took one of the guest chairs in front of his desk and slowly opened and crossed my legs as I often did to tease him. He seemed to be looking at my face but his focus seemed to be on something a long way beyond me. I had never failed to draw his eyes to my shaved pussy before.

I mentally ran through the risky projects I was aware of and he saw my mind working. "No... not project... internal... within the office." I looked back at him in confusion and stunned amazement.

"Sir... sexual harassment? We all knew what this office was. We all agreed to it without intimidation. We could always leave or take a transfer. Sir... we all signed a contract AND a nondisclosure. Sir..." My thoughts shifted. Then, awareness. "Candace?" He nodded.

She had been acting differently of late. She had been in the office long enough to be fully dressed. I had seen her go off with men to the break room. I knew she was still sexually active. It didn't make any sense. What could be her basis for suit? Couldn't she be sued in return for breaking the NDA?

"It's a gamble for her but she doesn't need a sound basis. She's gambling I won't want what we've been doing in this office to go public. She's gambling the Board and the public would predictably respond with outrage. She's right. If I fight it, everything comes out in court. Even if the court finds her without cause. If I sue her, the same thing happens. She knows I am stuck. She also knows my bigger concern might be the people out there who will be exposed as being part of it."

I sighed. "She's right about that, too. That would be your greatest concern... the people who followed you into this with trust." He nodded. He asked me to call a meeting of all his staff for a time as quickly as possible given the schedules. Human Resources, Dan, would be critical.

I stood next to Mr. C as his staff entered the conference room and took their seats. Most of them bypassed the look on Mr. C's face and initially focused on my exposed body, a regular sight but one not ignored. I was, of course, the only one naked. This time, though, that fact was not stimulating to me.

Mr. C didn't waste time. He explained the situation and the obvious ramifications. The group was stunned but quickly responded with calls for immediate legal retaliation. Calmer consideration took over as the implications of action sank in. Finally, Mr. Peterson offered, "We negotiate. We find some common ground for keeping this quiet."

Dan, HR, added, "We invite them in for a meeting. We immediately change our policies. No requirements for nudity, partial undress, sexual activity. We make the immediate change and bring them in. If her gripe is truly harassment, show her legal team it wasn't our intention."

Ms. Benson blurted, "She can't work here."

Mr. C leaned back. "I'll setup a meeting here... without our lawyers. We'll try talking this out, first. We won't fire her, though. That would send a message of retaliation. Suggest she take some time off from the office... with pay. Suggest it is for her own good... make it sound temporary."

Within the hour, anyone in partial dress was fully dressed. There was a lot of grumbling as the day wore on and there was no sex. Mr. C's experiment seemed to have been true. Sex among co-workers was an ideal tension reliever and the attitude of the office reflected the lack of having it.

I walked into Mr. C's office to confirm the meeting with Candace's lawyer. He looked up and leaned back. "I thought there wasn't to be any nudity."

I smiled and gave him a bit of a bounce to jiggle my breasts. "The new policy eliminates the REQUIREMENT for nudity or partial nudity. It says we should dress as appropriate." I held out my arms, "This is how I choose." He chuckled.

"You know I'm not complaining but when they come in for the meeting you have to be dressed."

I gave him a pout, "Oh pooh..." He chuckled, again.

When Candace strutted into the open office area with her lawyer alongside her, she received immediate and unveil looks of scorn from her former co-workers. The lawyer was a man no taller than she, more than a bit overweight, balding, and wearing a poorly tailored suit. Not impressive. Maybe he was better than he looked... some people were. Maybe his fee was all she was willing to gamble with. They were right on time as they strode down the center of the room for the conference room where Mr. C appeared. I watched from my desk as they shook hands. His face reflected the hurt when he greeted Candace.

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 conference room, 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 I 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 to 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 liked my jobs here, anyway, the policies 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 I 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?"

I uncrossed my legs and this time his eyes moved quickly to the V between them. I allowed him a good look. I rose and moved to the couch next to him. I took his left hand and moved it to my bare thigh as I placed my right hand on his clothed thigh.

"I imagine that about now you are fantasizing about what it would be like in your office." He visibly tensed and I felt his leg tighten. He didn't deny it so I pressed on. "Do you have a woman or women in your office?" He nodded. "Do you tell them how pretty they are or what you like about their body or how attractive or whatever they are?" I smiled. "Of course not. Many of those things could lead to what Candace is saying about our office, isn't it? Of course it is. But, we have that freedom. Can you imagine what men here might say to me?" He shook his head but was clearly hoping I would tell him. "They like my large breasts. Not a surprise, huh? They like to see them swing and bounce. They comment on how wet my pussy always seems to be any time they touch it... which happens a lot. I like it. I like that men find me sexy and arousing. I like that I turn men on. I like to give pleasure and to receive it. People here do and is why they took the job. Just like me they like sex. Just like Candace."

I opened my legs and slowly slid his hand up my thigh until it was almost touching my pussy. I looked into his eyes. "You think my pussy is wet now? I bet you're wondering how it would be to work in an office with women who were like us."

"This is part of the negotiation? Shouldn't we negotiation something, first?"

I smiled and moved my hand higher up his legs to his crotch and felt his hardness inside his pants. "Think of this as our 'understanding each other' phase. I trust you to work with me."

His fingers were shaking as they moved inches closer to my pussy. I shifted slightly and contact was made. His fingers twitched but remained. I leaned into him to kiss his cheek and whisper, "So... what did you find?"

"You... you are... wet..."

I kissed him on the lips. "That's because I am turned on. This is very erotic, don't you think? You're the lawyer of someone who wants to sue us and I am naked with you in our offices. There are people working just outside that door. People who might here us if..." I stroked his hardness. It wasn't large but it was hard. "It feels like we shouldn't do this but... but I want to. I want to do it with you... to show you what all this is like. You might understand us better, then. Do you think that might happen?"

He nodded numbly. I put his other hand on my breast and it squeezed the flesh on contact. For a moment I let him play with me, his fingers along my pussy and his hand fondling my breast. I kissed him, again. Then, with our lips touching, "I want to suck you. Can I suck your cock? I want to feel it in my mouth, on my tongue." He nodded.

He seemed a bit dazed as I slid from his hands to kneel before him. I worked his belt and zipper, tugging his pants from under his butt to expose his average sized cock. I took it in my hand and smiled up at him. I licked up the underside as my eyes kept contact with his. Then I shifted, turning my attention to take his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked the head before taking it deep into my mouth. I heard him gasp and moan as my mouth worked down and up over his cock. I felt him tense and his cock pulse. I quickly pulled my mouth off while keeping a hand slowly moving up and down over it. I licked my lips.

"Mmmmm... I like this but... but what would you like? What would you really like?" He looked shell-shocked. This was a proper, ethical man. No way was he going to blurt out his desire to a naked woman like me when harassment was the word of our meeting. "Mmmmmm... I could keep doing this until you give me your cum. Or... you could have may pussy... or ass?" His eyes opened wide at the suggestion of my ass. I gave him a smile and took his cock back into my mouth and fucked it down and up several times. "You seem like quite a proper man... straight-laced experiences." He was holding his breath, allowing it leak out of his lungs before gulping a great volume back in. "No woman has ever given you her ass, have they?" He shook his head, his eyes wide in shock, disbelief, or anticipation.

I kissed the head of his cock, stood, bent over to allow my breast to hang for his view while reaching for his hands to pull him from the couch. His slacks slid down his legs to his feet. I slipped his jacket off his shoulders and arms, his tie loosened and off, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head. He had a pot belly and his muscles were soft but his body showed the remains of what must have been a much more athletic person. I kissed him on the lips, my tongue sliding over his lips, my breasts and erect nipples squashed against his chest. He moaned into my mouth as my hand snaked between us and I gave it several more strokes.

I helped him out of his shoes and pants and underwear pooled at his feet. I led him closer to the desk, then moved around the desk to open the side drawer for the ever-present tube of lubrication. I moved around to his side of the desk and handed him the tube.

"Cover your cock, then around the outside of my asshole... and push some inside." His mouth fell open and he gazed at the tube in his hand. The poor man couldn't believe what was happening to him. His mind had to be a swirl of conflict. He had come here to discuss a harassment suit. He found himself with a busty, naked woman. He had his cock sucked hard. Now... now he was about to fuck her ass? But this was real. She was in front of him leaning over her boss's desk with her hands spreading her ass cheeks. He'd only ever heard about fucking ass... how tight it was... how much more stimulating it was. Could he not do it?

 

[Odin chacha]

I knew he was confused by the turn of events from when he planned for this meeting. I also knew he was overwhelmed by what we were about to do. It was all working to my plan, though. Mr. C might not have been as convinced as I was about this but he also appreciated the very real effect I had on men... and women.
Patiently, I waited with my asshole opened to him. Finally, it happened. I felt the cool gel pressed over the tight opening, then a finger pressing there. I nearly chuckled when I heard, "Just push a finger inside with the gel?"
I looked back over my shoulder. His eyes flicked from my asshole with his finger poised there to my face peering at him. I nodded. "Push one finger in, then add more lubricant and push two fingers in." I smiled over my shoulder. "Don't worry... I like it."
His eyes refocused on my asshole and his finger finally penetrated inside. It stayed there, just inside, for moments as if he couldn't believe it. Then he pushed in further and sawed it in and out before pulling it out, adding more lube, and pushing two fingers in. He was involved now. His fingers moved smoothly in and out until I told him to use his cock. He quickly pulled his fingers out and placed his cock at the same hole. I felt the slight resistance of my sphincter but only slight as it was more used to Mr. C's giant slamming into it. For effect, though, I gasped as the cock head opened the sphincter and popped inside. He groaned and groaned again as I used the muscle to grasp his cock inside me.
"OHHH... GODDDDDD... I... I... I can't... believe... Ohhhhhh..."
He mumbled and stammered and groaned and gasped. At the same time, though, his actions began with more awareness and confidence. He pulled nearly all the way out before pushing smoothly back deep into me until his hips smacked my ass. I tightened the muscle as he pulled back and released it as he thrust back in.
"Lean over me and use my body... however you want. Squeeze my breasts, pinch my nipples, stroke my clit and pussy... anything... touch me... grope me anyway you want."
It was like I had unlocked something within him. He rested his chest on my back and his hands roamed and groped over my body and his fingers pinched and twisted and probed. I wasn't sure I would cum doing this but the excitement of seducing him, blatantly exposing myself to this stranger who intended to bring suit against us.
Before I could, though, I felt his cock inside stiffen and twitch. His entire body tensed and he grunted as he slammed repeatedly up into my ass until he sent cum into me. I squeezed hard around his cock as he spurted his seed into me. He sagged against my back, his hands and arms coming out to brace himself. As he recovered his breath, He slowly stood and eased his cock out of my clenching asshole.
"Oh God," he exclaimed. I looked over my shoulder, again. He was staring at my ass. I smiled. I was sure he was staring at my gaping asshole and his cum beginning to leak from it. He looked up, saw me, and gave an embarrassed smile. "That was amazing. I never imagined... never thought..."
I stood upright and kiss him on the lips, my hand stroking over his cock slick with his cum from my ass. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Simple sex is such a wonderful diversion, don't you think?" He bent to grab his clothes but I put a hand on his arm. "Don't... not yet. Now we negotiate. Let our nudity be our symbol of openness to work something positive out." He was awkward, but he nodded and retook his seat on the couch while I retook mine on the chair opposite him. He reached into his case for a pad of paper and covered his crotch. I didn't bother.
* * * *
Mr. C had just called me into his office. I was completely nude and padded in barefoot. The entire office seemed to understand that the intention of the new dress policy was for everyone to be dressed. I took the policy wording literally and continued to focus on the word 'appropriate'. Given my job and responsibilities to Mr. C (not to mention Mrs. C), being naked and accessible seemed very appropriate.
He looked up and shook his head. He knew I was naked, of course. We came to the office together and I immediately stripped at the locker I always used. Maybe he somehow thought I might take the hint from the others in the office and follow them. He knew better than to think I was a follower, though.
"What am I going to do with you?"
I chuckled and rotated side to side to cause my breast to swing, "You could fuck me, sir. That always works for both of us."
He had news, though. Mr. C had received a call from Gerald Olsen, Candace's attorney, he added as if I might need a reminder. He convinced Candace to take the offer settlement I offered. It was much less than she hoped for but he confronted her with the reality; that her case had little merit and it could only create harm. It was agreed that the money would be the only outcome for her, that she would be required to sign a confidentiality agreement that would contain severe penalties for her if she ever breathed a word about this office. She would be given a good recommendation because her work had been good.
"Sir, that's wonderful!" I thought for a moment, then added, "I assumed she would come back with a counter-offer."
Mr. C's eyes smiled and he allowed them to fall to my breasts before responding after a moment of thought. "You apparently made quite an impression of Gerald Olsen." He winked. "He wouldn't say how but he complimented you in the way you represented the cause of the office. I think there is much more to Gerald Olsen than meets the eye."
"I agree, sir. He is a more effective attorney than his resume projects but more importantly he is a man who wants to see the right thing happen and sometimes that is a conflict for his client. He wants to work on the right side of the law, sir."
He nodded and his eyes twinkled, "I agree and I had a thought..."
* * * *
After the settlement with Candace was finalized and Candace became an after-thought to us, there remained a big question: what was all of this going to mean for the office?
I surveyed the entire office. Everyone seemed to be taking the conservative approach to the fallout of the Candace situation by wearing clothes. A few women flaunted the risque edges of what was thought to be expected by following my example earlier with unbuttoned blouses and short mini-skirts. I was still the only one basically naked. As I met with each member of our office, my continued rebelling through my nudity seemed to give them hope the office could return in some form of what it was. We really were a collective of sex enthusiast.
I presented my findings to Mr. C and his staff. They were unified in sympathy for the universal position of the office but there was now a legal issue staring us in the face. Mr. C had interrupted the negativity of the discussion with an idea that, if it might work, he would take to the Board. That led to the day I looked up from my monitor to find Gerald Olsen striding through the office.
"Mr. Olsen... what a surprise," I blurted out as I quickly stood up from my desk. I quickly peeked into Mr. C's office. "Sir... uhmm... Mr. Olsen is here..."
He rose up from his desk and quickly closed the space to the door where he stretched out his hand. "Gerald! Wonderful. So glad you could come." I was still confused. This meeting wasn't on his schedule. He looked at my reaction with a laugh, "Do you think I am completely helpless without you, Abby?"
Mr. Olsen remarked as his eyes scanned my body covered only in heels and stockings, "Tell me, Joe, does Abby even own any clothes?"
"If she does, I think we should send a team to steal them from her closet, don't you think?" They both laughed. I smiled and pondered. Though Mr. C has tolerated my insubordination in dress, this was the first time of sounding like it might continue. They met privately for an hour. Several people came to me for any information because they all knew he had been Candace's attorney. It was easy for me to plead ignorance. I didn't know.
When the door opened, Mr. C led Mr. Olsen from his office and stopped in front of my desk. "Abby, Gerald has agreed to come work with us as an internal attorney focusing on employee issues and needs both professional and personal." I looked up at them stunned. He turned to Mr. Olsen, "It was her idea, really." He turned to me, "You see my dear, I am able to act on good ideas on my own." He laughed at his tease at me and moved to his office before saying over his shoulder, "Gerald, Ms. Thomas will detail your first assignment."
Mr. Olsen stood not quite knowing what happened. "Geez, he can act fast." I just smiled and stood.
I took his arm in mine and hugged it to my bare breast. "I know you haven't officially started, yet, but I hope you can give me an hour or two of your time?" He nodded. "Mr. Cornell will assume I have properly outlined the first issue for you to focus on... and it really is very important. He will also assume I have effectively provided you with motivation for working here." I raised my arm and pointed toward Marie. Several people spotted me and sent the word across desks until Marie stood, saw me waving at her, and moved toward us as I moved Mr. Olsen to the conference room. Since Candace's threat, all the offices had their glass walls frosted for privacy, including the conference room. The general office might have stopped dressing so exposed but that we didn't stop the sex entirely.
When Marie strutted into the conference room, Mr. Olsen gasped. Marie was wearing a see-through blouse unbuttoned... not tucked in... her C-cup breasts flashed into view frequently, including as she held out her hand to shake. Her skirt was a micro that barely covered her ass with no underwear.
We heard him mumble, "I thought you would be the only one..." We both laughed and took chairs at the table. Marie looked inquiringly at me and I nodded. A smile forming on her face. Before she sat down, she unclasped her tiny skirt and slipped off her blouse, dropping them onto the chair next to her. "Damn...," he muttered. As if already used to seeing me naked, he seemed to focus on Marie's bare chest with pert, erect nipples. "This really is what it was like..."
It wasn't really a question, more of a statement of amazement. "The difference now is that full nudity has become a matter of anxiety and now occurs behind closed doors." I stood and Marie followed my lead. We each stepped around the table to take chairs on either side of him after pulling his chair from the table so we formed a tight grouping and he had full view of our bodies, including our shave pussies as we refrained from crossing our legs or pressing them together.
We talked for a while about the original office policies, the revised one, and what we were comfortably left with now and wondering if it might have to go away entirely.
He leaned back in the chair gazing at us but in deep thought. His elbows resting on the armrests and fingers steepled at his lips. After a few moments, he pulled his hands down. "What you were doing was bound to come to an end. It's frankly amazing it lasted as long as it did. All it takes is someone who becomes disenfranchised or opportunistic, like Candace. It was built around secrecy which is always a mistake. The better approach is to be open and upfront about it, though that will take some heat in the community or business world. I don't think you can have requirements of dress and participation like you did. It has to be open to participate and what the environment will be like when hiring someone, but the actual participation should be left open."
I looked at Marie who looked at me. Smiles grew on both our faces. Marie said, "So... you think it's possible?"
His attention wavered from us to our breasts and pussies. He smiled, too. Our excitement and eagerness was obvious to him. "This isn't just talk... this is the first project to work on... you want a modified approach... legally protecting everyone and the company..."
We both nodded and stood, our legs parted, our shaved pussies already glistening with excitement and anticipation. "Sir... under such an office situation... would you be a participant?" Marie and I asked in alternating effort.
He nodded, then his hands rose to touch our bare hips. We stepped close to either side of him and hugged him to our bodies. He stammered out his response, "I... I'm not really... what you'd call... experienced."
I kissed his cheek and Marie joined me at the other cheek. I stroked his chest and belly inside his jacket. "You were just fine last time, sir. And besides, we are experienced."
He smiled sheepishly. His hands moved up our backs and back down onto our butts. We pressed into him on either side. "I think this may just be a wildly fanciful dream, but in case it isn't... I really want to live this experience out. I mean... I've not even really started and two young naked beauties are pressing into me. It has to be a dream."
I reached up and turned his face to me and kissed him hard and long on the mouth. When I broke it, Marie did the same. My hand slid down and over his cock under his pants. It was already straining in hardness. Marie slid to her knees and undid his belt and pants. He sucked in his breath as she reach into his underwear and grasped his cock.
I whispered into his ear, "All you have to do is find a way to preserve what we had here safely for the company and us."
He gasped out, "Of fuck...," as Marie took his cock into her mouth, "... consider... it done."
I joined Marie as I pushed him back onto the chair. Our combined mouths and tongues battle over his cock. A calmness washed over me that I hadn't felt since this whole Candace thing started. I had the distinct feeling that Mr. Olsen would be successful and we'd have our slutty office back. Just to be sure he remembered what was important and what was at stake, Marie and I would tease and torture him with our mouths and pussies, holding his climax at bay until it was impossible to delay it further. It would be a memorable climax. And... we'd have our office.
THE END