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CHAPTER 1: THE NEW OFFICE

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The following story is a continuation of "ABBY AND THE CEO" set several years after the end of that story. Many of the characters return with the addition of a few others in a new office setting and new situations to explore.

I recommend reading "ABBY AND THE CEO" first for an understanding of the characters, their relationships, and their earlier experiences.

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"Ohhhhh ... oh fuck, you wicked girl ..."

I smiled. It was a 'sort-of' smile to be honest because I didn't want to remove my mouth, lips, and tongue from her drooling pussy. She, of course, was Samantha Cornell but I never called her that. It was always Mrs. Cornell or Mrs. C to me. I had given myself to her following giving myself to her husband (Joseph Cornell, CEO of Alliance Corporation) at the office and that was a long story. The office ... I had liked sex but it was joining the office where I learned that 'like' wasn't close to what I came to feel about sex. The office showed me just how much of a slut I really was and how much I truly and completely loved giving as much as receiving pleasure. And today I was in full giving mode with Mrs. C.

It was Saturday and Mr. C was at the country club for his regular tee time on the course. Mrs. C and I had enjoyed coffee, juice, and a light breakfast on the patio while remaining naked. We always had plenty to talk about in a comfortable, natural manner that would indicate best friends and confidants that would belie the difference in our ages, upbringing and position in society. In truth, we were lovers who shared the same man openly and freely in their house; a house she had convinced me some time ago to live in with them and complete the relationship that started with sex with Mr. C in the office and evolved to his sharing me with his wife and enhancing her own sexuality.

So, it wasn't unusual that the two of us would spend the morning naked on the patio in the private back yard casually talking about her upcoming charity group functions (she had wiggled herself into having me act as her Personal Assistant as well as Mr. C's in the office, which led to my moving into their home to more easily assist her outside the office), girl talk about clothes and activities, and ... of course ... sex. And, it wasn't unusual for us to return to their master bedroom.

Mrs. C was on her back in the middle of the king-size bed with one hand clutching one of her C-cup breasts and the other lightly on the top of my head. Her knees were bent and splayed to the sides to fully open her pussy to me which I was munching lightly with my teeth and lips while my tongue shot into the drooling hole of her pussy. That wasn't the only reason she was gasping and exclaiming about me being wicked. While my right hand was stroking her engorged clit, my left hand was moving an 8-inch black dildo-cock in her asshole. Before I arrived on the scene she had never tried anal. Of course, in her defense, Mr. C's 11-inch, thick cock could give any woman pause to consider taking it up her ass. I know it gave me pause the first time and at the time I was already in full slut mode willing to give him anything he wanted.

I brought her to orgasm but didn't relent except to change my approach. After I joined them, she learned she was multi-orgasmic and I enjoyed bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until she pulled away into a fetal position or begged for me to stop.

I could feel her body rising to another orgasm when I sensed a sudden change. With her on her back, I was kneeling at the foot of the bed with my ass raised and natural E-cup breasts pressed into the bed when Mrs. C's voice came to me firmly.

"Don't you dare take your mouth from my pussy."

What a strange thing to say. She should know I was fully intent on only one thing and that was taking her to yet another powerful orgasm. Then, I gasped as I felt something press at my exposed pussy. It parted my pussy lips and I groaned as the large cock head passed through and entered my pussy where it stopped. My pussy clenched around it with recognition and enticement.

"You're home early," came Mrs. C's voice. The cock drove inches further into me but I knew it was still only half inside me though for most men it would be fully inside. She pressed my head firmly against her pussy and spoke over me to her husband. "No rounds of beer after your game, again? Hard to get enough of your Personal Assistant slut now that you don't get any at the office?"

He chuckled as he slammed the rest of his wonderful cock into me. "Not just her, Sam. I have two very sexy women to come home to but with her pussy staring at me with ready juices leaking from it ... what was I to do?"

I ended the talk with a light bite on her clit. She raised her hips to my mouth in response and Mr. C saw that appropriately as the signal to earnestly fuck. My pussy expanded around his plunging massive cock and contracted around it as it pulled back. He not only had a wonderful cock that filled me deliciously, but he knew how to use it, too. Of course, Mrs. C and I have been giving him plenty of practice. I had been giving pleasure eagerly but my own need had been steadily rising as a result. Now, my body welcomed the coming release of pent-up arousal.

I moved my knees under me so I could better match his thrusts while maintaining contact of my mouth on her pussy though my efforts at sawing the dildo in her ass lost some of its effectiveness. His cock had stretched me inside. When I had initially found it difficult or painful to take his full length and width, now his cock glanced off my cervix providing more stimulation. It seemed I was orgasmic in so many deliciously and wondrous ways: vaginal, clitoris, g-spot, cervix, and anal. His body leaned over mine and I knew what was coming and I groaned into Mrs. C's pussy at the first touch of his fingers at my clit as his cock slammed deep into me.

Mrs. C cried out as I accidentally nipped her clit after a particularly powerful thrust from her husband but the cry was filled with passion, arousal, and impending release. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around his pounding cock and matched his thrusts with my own push back against him. I wanted them to climax together but that effort meant I struggled to delay my own building orgasm but that was only momentary. Mrs. C cried out with her release and Mr. C seemed to respond to that as I felt his cock jerk inside me and the first spurt of cum fill me. That was all I needed for my own orgasm to break over me.

We were a gasping, panting, quaking mass of bodies and limbs collapsed on top of each other. It took minutes for any of us to recover and, when it happen, it was Mr. C slowly pulling his cock from my cum-filled pussy. It was always the same after being fucked by him. Always there was that initial feeling of emptiness when he pulled out and I could feel my pussy squeezing against that emptiness as if yearning for it to be filled.

Mr. C crawled alongside his wife and reclined on his back. She quickly turned to drape a leg over his and her hand stroking over his chest, stomach, and cock coated with our mixed orgasmic juices. I followed to drape my own leg over his other leg and add my hand to stroking him, each of us planting light kisses on his chest as we sighed contentedly.

She was about 50 and he was in his mid-50s while I was in my mid-20s. I was half their age but it had never been an issue in our minds. To say they were like the parents I wish I had had would make it sound weird. But there was something like that involved: mentors, people I could look up to, and certainly people I wanted to please. But more, they were people I fully trusted in every way.

I caught Mrs. C studying me from across his naked chest. I furrowed my eyebrows in question and she raised her head to look at her husband. "Have you talked to her yet?" she asked.

"No," he slowly responded.

"Talked to me about what?" I inserted raising my head to better look at each of them.

He pulled each of us to him in turn and kissed us on the lips. "Tonight," he finally said. "We'll go to the Country Club for an early dinner on the patio."

He patted my butt to send me on my way. I reached to kiss him, then leaned on him to kiss Mrs. C before rolling from the bed. I wasn't being dismissed. I understood that. Healthy couples needed time by themselves. I didn't want to be an intrusion on their life; I wanted to be an enhancement. And it seemed to work that way.

I bypassed my room to bounce down the stairs with a feeling of curiosity about the comment. I padded barefoot and naked through the house and out the back on a bee-line for the pool. A workout swimming laps might get my mind off the comment ... but I doubted it. It wasn't like him to hesitate if there was something to talk to me about. Work? Personal?

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The Country Club meant conservative dress. That is to say that my dress is conservative but conservative for me is not all that conservative. The people at the Club are their neighbors and friends so this wasn't where I would be exposed playfully or otherwise. I still showed plenty of cleavage (they are natural E-cups, after all) and the hem is nowhere close to my knees. I attract attention but not blatantly. I still wasn't sure how they had explained me in their life but it seemed to have been accepted.

We were seated at a table in the shade overlooking the 18th green. There were hours of sun remaining in the day so there was a steady stream of players making good and bad shots into the green.

We had our drinks and I remained patient. Salads came and Mrs. C seemed to be prodding Mr. C with her expressions. After we ordered our entrees and the waiter left, "Abby ... I'm leaving," he stammered out. I looked concernedly at Mrs. C and he blurted out in response, "NO ... no, not that ... god no! I mean I am retiring."

"You're leaving Alliance, sir? But that's your company." I looked between them and then firmly stated, "You're too young, sir." As if my being firm could change his mind. "Sir?" I finally added in a pleading voice.

"Abby, Sam and I have talked about this. I need to do this. Don't forget how I was feeling when I brought you on as my assistant. It was becoming too much. You did a magnificent job of taking much of the stress off me but ... Abby ... the office hasn't been the same for a couple years."

I dropped my eyes to the glass of wine in my hand and gulped down too much, sputtering like it was my first time. I didn't care. This was the absolute worst news. I couldn't even imagine working for anyone but him. Would this also affect life at their house? Were they intending on moving? Retiring somewhere else? Sure, they had gobs of money but ... but they were still so young.

I looked up at him, then at Mrs. C. They both were letting me process it. The office. Of course, the office. After the blowup over Candace suing over sexual harassment, we had desperately tried to salvage the way the office had been. Although the suit was without merit and had been resolved, the condition of the office had become known. We had stubbornly held onto the practice of nudity or semi-nudity in the office. I, of course, had been the most stubborn about conceding to change. But more and more people were succumbing to the obvious. First, it was men, then more and more women. Sexual encounters were still occurring but fewer were blatantly happening in full view, instead of going to offices, conference rooms, or break rooms. It wasn't long, very quick actually, that outside pressure put a stop to it all. Before we knew it, normal business dress codes were in place along with business-appropriate behavior. Yes ... the office. Mr. C's grand experiment of nudity in the office and open sexual activity to enhance content and a fully cooperative workplace came to an end. And, none of us who had been there when it was thriving were happy about it.

Despite an office where sex was seen amid other people working, where most women we fully naked except for stockings and heels, where men might have their cock sucked while on a phone call, or where a gangbang might erupt in the break room during lunch, Mr. Cornell had not participated much because of his concern that his position might be intimidating. He didn't want women to feel they didn't have a choice because he was the CEO. That was the man he was. Sex was always by choice and he was concerned about every woman on the fifth floor where these activities were done unbeknownst to the rest of the building. Somehow, though, we connected and the rest was ... history, as they say.

"Joe," Mrs. C said firmly, "don't leave her hanging."

I looked up to find him smiling. "I am only retiring from Alliance. I want to start a consulting firm and I want you with me, Abby."

"Yes," I blurted out.

They both laughed. "You don't know anything about what I plan," he said as he laughed. I just looked at him. I would be with him as long as he wanted me and I would think he would know that but he went right into a short description of what he was thinking. He envisioned a group of four senior consultants all specialized in a segment of business: management (him); operations; supply chain; and resourcing (people). Under each of these would be project specialists to research, work up solutions, and prepare presentations, training, and materials.

Then he said with a rye smile he seemed to fight to hold back, "Key to all those senior consultants would be executive assistants." He stared at me a moment, then, "Do you miss the way the office used to be, Abby?"

What a silly question. I had learned how much of an exhibitionist I was and, as much as the term can be negative, how much of a slut I was. I loved sex in so many forms with all three of my holes and that led me to find great satisfaction in giving myself fully to these two which has been the only reason the loss of the office activity could be bearable.

Wait ... do I miss it? "Sir ... you mean ... do you mean... you want to implement a new office situation?" I was almost afraid to ask it. Was it just my hopes or was that his meaning? It was! And he needed my help to do it.

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"Ladies, thank you for staying late to meet with me," Mr. C said as I led Sara James and Marie Jensen into his office. Sara is the Project Administration Manager and Marie is a Project Administrator like I was before becoming Mr. C's Executive Assistant. I knew them best from before and after the change in the office policies.

Sara and Marie had been told nothing about the meeting. We wanted their honest reaction to the proposal so I kept them in the dark, only indicating that Mr. C requested a meeting with us.

"Abby, has everyone else left?" he asked for assurance.

"Yes, sir."

"Better make sure the outside door is locked."

I smiled. Sara and Marie looked confused. As I left the office, my heels tapped on the hard floor of the aisle between the rows of cubicles. As I approached the glass doors that led to the elevator, I was hit by the feeling of loss as frequently happened since the change. Where the walls once contained lockers for the female staff to hang their clothes, showers, sinks, and mirrors for grooming was now a waiting area and receptionist's desk. Images of women in various stages of undress as they got ready for the new day or ending the day flashed in my mind. Men casually stopped to talk as we dressed or undressed or came out of the showers. We were exhibitionists; we loved the variety of sex acts; and, we were good at our jobs at the same time. Mr. C had lamented many times since that the performance of our group had never been better and people were never happier as during that time.

Back in Mr. C's office, I didn't bother closing his door after securing the main door onto the floor. I took the remaining chair between the two other women in front of Mr. C's expansive desk which was clean of clutter as was his practice at the end of the day.

"Again," he began, "thank you for staying late to meet with me. I have some news I hope you find good and I wanted to specifically share it early with you." He took a breath and made eye contact with each of us, giving me a smile in the process which I already had on my face. "I am retiring soon though I have not yet set a date."

Marie's mouth dropped open and turned to me in shock. Sara mumbled something as her head sagged but when she raised her head to look up it was at me. "Why are you smiling, Abby?" she exclaimed. "Sir, you know how we think of you as a man and leader. How could you think this would be good news?"

His smile grew larger as he could no longer hold it back. "Because, Sara and Marie, my intention is to form a consulting group with very specific people working it with me. I've discussed this with my wife. I've discussed this with Abby." They both looked at me with surprise but then they both nodded. Of course, if he was making a move, it made sense I would be on the inside. "I have to identify the right people with the right skills, knowledge, motivation, and personality to fill the positions and that will take some effort and time. What I have in mind is ... well, it is unique as we have learned all too well." There was that smile, again. "So, I need to start with you three."

Sara chuckled. Marie sat stunned. As much as she might know how much people thought of her as a Project Administrator, I was sure she couldn't wrap her head around the CEO specifically recruiting her.

Sara, the manager, spoke her disbelief. "Sir, forgive me, but why start with Project Administration people? We're the grunts ... critically important grunts," she added with another chuckle, "but shouldn't you be focusing on the high levels of skill and let them work the hiring down?"

He smiled. "Not in this case, Sara, but that is the kind of thinking I like and would expect from you. Look, this is different and I have considered if it will work but Abby is convinced. Abby made the transition and she identified you two and I immediately agreed." That brought more confusion to the two others. "I want you to join me not as Project people but as Executive Assistants. I asked Abby to come with me, of course. I am hoping you two will join her. I intend to have four areas of expertise so I need three more Executive Assistants or ... one more after you."

Before either of them could say anything more he launched into his vision of the new firm with four areas of expertise and people staffed within each. It wouldn't be a huge group but up to 20 people with a Director, Executive Assistant, and 2 or 3 Project people in each group.

And then he came out with the zinger of his idea. "Remember how we were before? Remember how sharing and cooperative and energetic the whole office was? Remember how caring and supportive everyone was?" Instantly, two heads were turned to me. "That," he continued, "is how I want the office to be."

Marie was looking at me as she mumbled, "You mean we get to fuck in the office, again?" All I did was smile.

Sara was more direct, "Sir, you're thinking about re-establishing the old policy? Nudity and sex?"

He nodded his head with a smile. He could see it, too. "Yes, but back to the original idea before we started adding differences by title. I envision all women the same regardless of title. Abby has suggested stockings and heels and jewelry." He could see their interest. "Are you with me, ladies?" They both nodded enthusiastically. "Then, show me your interest, ladies."

I stood up like I was ejected off the chair. The other two women showed no hesitancy, either. Suddenly, blouses, skirts, dresses, bras, and panties were on the floor behind our chairs. The three of us stood without embarrassment before him and he confidently looked over each of us.