Fucing Abegail

"What the fuck are we going to with Abegail?"

I looked closely at the boss across his desk, but I couldn't read his face.

"I mean," he said when I didn't reply, "do we sack her?"

She was hopeless at the job for sure, but she was his pick, his daughter's friend, his holiday fuck.

"We could performance manage her," I said.

The boss looked over my shoulder and I turned to follow his gaze. Through the glass wall of his office we could see Abegail across the room. She had her back turned, flirting with the new guy Josh, leaning over his desk to give him an eyeful of her tits. Her long black hair swung slightly across her back as she twisted and flexed, leaning her hands down on the table. Her tight white dress rode up at the back, barely concealing her taut little ass. I could imagine the view Josh was getting.

"Like we've down how many times? And by the look of things she and Josh will be performance managing the fuck out of each other any minute now."

Mack sighed.

"If I could think of a job she could actually get right I could put up with her round the place. But so far she's fucked everything up and fucked every guy on staff. Not that that's a negative, well not in every case. I mean some of them probably find it motivating. But I've got wives and girlfriends phoning my wife now to complain. It won't take her long to work out I've fucked her too."

Mack's daughter Janey had invited Abegail home from college one vacation. Janey told me about it once during the time we were fucking. Mack had hired a sailboat for a 3 day weekend to take the girls cruising on the sound. Janey had to deal with some college emergency and I don't know how Mack's wife fell for it, but Mack and Abegail went on their own. I guess she thought he was too old for Abegail to be interested, but Janey says they sailed into a secluded inlet and spent the weekend below deck. The way Janey told it Abegail was pretty wild and Mack tried out a few things he wasn't getting at home.

"Do you want me to deal with it?" I asked.

"I guess so. I feel I owe her something for that weekend." Mack nodded.

"Below deck," I said tapping a finger on my nose.

Mack looked rueful.

"That girl has a mouth and a pussy and an ass to die for. I had no idea a woman could take a cock so far down her throat and keep it there so long without choking to death. If I ask Nancy to suck my cock I'll be sleeping on the sofa from now to Christmas."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling.

"And as for that tight little ass..."

"Right," I coughed. "Why don't I have a word to her about a little more focus and a little less dressing like a cheap whore."

I stood and left Mack daydreaming. Abegail was still by Josh's desk, but was leaning right down and whispering in his ear. He had a hand on her thigh and was stroking her gently, gradually working his way towards the danger zone. I walked over and coughed loudly. Josh's hand dropped, and Abegail turned, her hair and tits swinging towards me, but her hand straying or a moment on Josh's lap. When she lifted it away his erection was tenting his trousers.

"Josh, how about finishing those letters I gave you and then you can go to lunch. Abegail, we need to talk about your performance."

Josh looked embarrassed as he turned towards his computer. He seemed like a smart guy, had great references, and had been fine for the 2 weeks he'd been with us. And why shouldn't Abegail make a play for him? He was fit, good looking, had a pulse and a working cock by the look of that erection. And he was the only guy in the office who hadn't fucked her yet, as far as I knew.

Yes, I'd fucked her. Pretty much every day since she'd started. It's why Janey and I broke up. Not because we were exclusive or anything. Mainly because I asked her if she'd mind if Abegail joined us for a threesome. Janey liked to fuck and had a vivid imagination. Outdoors was her thing, the riskier the better. But somehow she couldn't turn her appetite to group fucking.

Her reaction was even more surprising when I saw them together. They flirted and touched as if they were an item, and being college room mates I very much hoped they were. But maybe it was just some girly friendship thing. The moment I suggested we fuck Abegail, Janey cooled and I had to kiss that little outlet goodbye. Still, it was probably for the best as Mack and Nancy were similarly unimaginative, his weekend below deck with Abegail notwithstanding.

"What have I done wrong now?" Abegail asked, removing her attention from Josh and transferring it to me. She stepped up close and threaded an arm through mine, then reached up to play with my hair. "You've never complained about my performance before."

I realised Josh was watching and listening. I winked at him which gave completely the wrong message, I know, but I'd already conjured up an image of him fucking Abegail across the photocopier. The copier room was her favourite haunt. She said it was because the copier was warm.

"Why don't we discuss this in your office," I said. Her office was what we called the copier room. She took my hand and led me down the hall to the copier room, already unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand. I closed the door behind us and kissed her as she undid my belt and knelt in front of me.

"I've been talking with Mack," I said to the top of her head. I knew she wasn't listening. Jesus. I looked at the ceiling as she unzipped me, inserted a hand decisively and fished me out. "And we've decided..."

Which is as far as I got. I felt her mouth on the end of my cock, nothing tentative or anticipatory, just the grip of her lips to announce oral massage, and that was it. I couldn't even form the words 'performance management' in my head, let alone speak them.

I just wish I could last longer. How many times had we fucked in the copier room? Enough to know the pattern, the routine, and to discipline myself, pace it out, enjoy it a bit longer than...

And then she bit me. Fuck! Just a nip to show who was boss, and right on the cut tip. Where it fucking hurts. Not that she disengaged or let up, but kept right on licking and sucking, kissing me on the sore spot like it was just an accident.

But it was no accident. I knew Abegail well enough to know it was a warning. Fuck with her work performance and I'd find myself with an injury which didn't fit any of the descriptions in the drop down box on the insurance form. 'Cock sustained bite injury' wouldn't cut it. No, it would have it be the box marked 'other' and then attach the doctor's report.

At least thinking about the insurance gave me a few extra seconds. Abegail drew me deep inside. I could feel the warm breath exiting her nose and rustling the pubic hair on the mound of my cock. She was like Mack said, holding it down and not choking like she breathed through gills or something. Which made me imagine what she looked like wet. Fucking Christ! I came in a rush, giving neither of us warning, my hot spunk spraying into her guts.

Two can play at this game, I thought. I put a hand behind her head and held her tight against me. Let's see just how good you are. And she was good. A little gagging, a hint of struggle. But mostly composed and compliant as my cock spasmed and drained across those kissable lips and down her throat.

And even when I released the pressure a little, Abegail was in no hurry to fall back off my cock. She leaned away slightly, but looking up now, pursed her lips tight round my cock just to let me know she wasn't bested. If I was in a hurry to be somewhere else it meant unplugging myself rather than her show me she was out of breath.

Fuck I love it when a girl maintains eye contact while she's sucking you off. It's how I want to die, sucked to death, surrendering to her with my eyes, letting her know if I go limp it's not lack of arousal but my soul going from one heaven to another.

I was done though and with hands on her head, eased her back until my cock emerged, semi hard and slick, from between her lips. Abegail sucked in the cum rope which stretched between us and leaned forward to clean me up. I wondered if I was hard enough to lift her up, pull down her pants and fuck her over the copier, or if I was utterly done. Hmmm.

She was still on her knees, apparently entranced by my deflating cock. I leaned back against the wall, trying to remember if I'd locked the copier room door. Should I ask her to check?

"I've been talking with Mack," I said. She looked up a little more intently, raising her face towards me. I could see my cum on her chin where her tongue hadn't quite reached.

"And?" she said, expressionless.

"He suggested the three of us hire a yacht for the weekend."