Sexretary - Short List

Abby woke up a little groggy the next morning and took a few moments to remember where she was. A subtle pain as she moved her legs brought the events of the previous night flooding back, for the first time she wasn't 100% certain all the memories were welcome. She dragged herself to the shower to get properly clean and to wake herself up before throwing on her clothes and heading down to the restaurant for breakfast.

She took her seat and order what she felt was a well deserved full English breakfast. As she waited for her hot food, she sipped her coffee and nibbled idly on a danish pastry while she tried to process the previous night. It was the first time since she started her new role that she hadn't felt in full control and she wasn't sure that she liked it. It was also her first anal experience and she didn't know if her continued reticence was down to the out of control feeling or she just didn't really enjoy it. She was definitely going to have to have a word with John or Mark to make sure she didn't get ambushed like that again, especially not by anyone outside the company, or at least establishing ground rules they would need to be aware of.

"Abby?" A familiar voice that she couldn't place interrupted her thoughts and she looked up to see Ian standing next her. "You were miles away," he commented after she greeted him, "What are you doing here?"

"Just trying to sort some things out in my head," Abby explained, inviting him to join her, "I had to do a presentation at the investors meeting yesterday, so Mark sweetened it by arranging for me to stay over." Despite the way they initially met, Abby didn't want to let Ian know too much about the previous night. "Anyway," she continued, accusingly, "You were supposed to let me know when you were next in town."

"It was only confirmed yesterday," Ian tried to explain, "And I did text you last night once I got in, but you didn't respond."

"Fair enough," Abby conceded, "I don't think I looked at my phone after the meeting. So what are you doing in town?"

"The project is getting off the ground properly," Ian said, "So, my bosses felt it would be a good idea to have someone based at your offices for a while. I leapt at the chance to spend a bit more time with you."

"If only you knew," she thought to herself, blushing at the compliment, before panicking to herself about what he might know or find out. That morning they spent together was precious to her and she didn't want him to think it was just part of her job.

"So, do you have any plans for today?" Ian asked.

"Not really," confessed Abby, "I need to check out, but apart from that I'll probably just do some tidying and curl up on the sofa. You?"

"I was going to have a wander round the town, see what I could find, rather than stare at the walls of my hotel room. However, some company might make the room a better option...." Abby smiled and raised her eyebrows slightly at the implied invitation, visions of them in his shower the last time they met filled her mind, making her squeeze her legs together and squirm on her seat as she found herself getting tight and wet at the prospect of a repeat.

"There's not really much to see," Abby suggested, "You'd be back in your room before an hour had passed. If you want some company, I'm happy to forego the sofa." This time it was Ian's turn to smile as he nodded at her acceptance of the offer, just as their breakfasts were placed in front of them. They exchanged knowing looks as they ate until they both finished, putting their cutlery on their empty plates and pushing them away. They drained the last of their coffees and left the restaurant together. Abby felt a shiver of excitement as Ian's hand ran down her back and rested on her hips.

"Room 322," Ian whispered into her ear as they went their separate ways, Abby reaching up and pulling his face to hers for a soft kiss. The delicate touch somehow conveying a world of possibilities.

Abby didn't have much in her room to retrieve before she checked out. She checked her phone and, sure enough, there was the messages from Ian, firstly letting her know that he was going to be in town and then inviting her to the hotel - if only he knew! She checked herself in the mirror, fixed her hair and undid the top couple of buttons of her dress, adjusting it until she was happy with the cleavage on display. She went down to reception to check out and then smiled at the receptionists confused reaction to her returning to the lifts afterwards.

As she rode the lift upwards, Abby suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach. It had been a while since these encounters were about anything beyond sex, but she found herself hoping for more with Ian. Obviously, she was still looking forward to a morning (or a day?!?) of mutually beneficial sexual exploits. She could feel her juices soaking into her knickers and was contemplating removing them when the doors opened on Ian's floor. The butterflies increased as she found his door and knocked, but completely disappeared the moment he opened it and welcomed her with a smile.

With one arm, he swept her into the room, pulling her close to him as the door shut behind her. Abby used the momentum to allow herself to be lifted slightly, wrapping her arms and legs around Ian as she pressed her lips firmly to his. Quickly on the same page as her, Ian shifted his hands to her thighs to support her as he pushed her back against the closed door, his obvious erection pressing against her crotch.

They kissed passionately, like two lovers who had just been reunited, the combined heat of their genitals grinding against each other promising an enjoyable future. Ian pulled frantically at Abby's dress almost ripping off a button as he pulled one of the straps off her shoulder and down her arm freeing one of her lace clad breasts. Abby gasped as he lowered his head, first to her neck and then to the smooth flesh of her breast, kissing and gently biting it as Abby twisted her fingers in his hair. Ian's hand returned to her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress upwards as he continued to press his erection against her.

Ian straightened up and carried Abby towards the bed, her limbs still wrapped around him. Reaching the bed, he dropped her onto it, the bottom of her dress riding up to display her lace clad pussy as she bounced on the mattress. He pulled his shirt over his head as she slipped her other arm out of her dress, leaving only her bra covering her chest.

He followed Abby as she backed up the bed, crawling towards her until she lay on her back, legs open, arms reaching for him. They resumed their kissing, as Abby's hands explored his strong back, sighing into each other's mouths as their genitals came together once more. Ian's hand moved down Abby's body, bypassing her breasts and going straight to her thigh.

Abby cried out as his hand moved quickly up her thigh and pushed the rough lace of her underwear into her wet slit. He smiled at how damp the material was and the heat coming from her in waves. It was soon Ian's turn to gasp as Abby's hand moved from his back to between their bodies and gripped his erection through his trousers. Not satisfied, she blindly pulled at his zip and reached inside his trousers, drawing a moan from him as she entered his underwear and he felt her fingers stroking his hard cock.

Their eyes locked together as Abby wrestled his stiff penis out of his trousers. They both seemed to know that this wasn't the time for prolonged, teasing foreplay and Ian pulled her knickers to one side as she guided him to her waiting entrance. She was tight, she was wet, she was ready. In one movement, Ian was deep inside her, both of them letting out a moan of relief as Ian's cock slid easily into Abby's tight pussy, not stopping until their bodies came together.

Abby lifted her ankles up Ian's legs until they crossed behind his back, his hands on her waist as he started to feed his full length in and out of her, their lips meeting in between moans as they enjoyed their intimate reunion. Using his hands to manipulate her position, Ian shifted slightly so every time he drove into Abby a subtle flick of his hips had him pressing against her clitoris. Abby's head went back as the sensations intensified, each of Ian's driving thrusts sending sparks shooting through her body. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she loudly moaned her encouragement.

Her climax came on so quickly it took her breath away. One moment she was enjoying Ian's cock filling her pussy, his body pressing against her clit, the next her whole body was spasming as she screamed out in rapture, arms and legs wrapped around him as tight as she could, preventing him from moving as she savoured every sensation.

"Fuck," Abby exclaimed, wide eyed and panting, as she pulled back and looked up at Ian, relaxing her hold as her orgasm passed, "Welcome back!"

Ian smiled and started to slide in and out of her once more. As much as Abby wanted more and to feel Ian explode inside her, she knew they had plenty of time and she wanted to feel his lips and tongue on her once more. She didn't know his thoughts about eating cream pie and didn't want to risk it now.

He looked confused as Abby pushed his hips away and wriggled out from under him. She reassured him by kneeling in front and lifting his chin upwards to her lips. They kissed passionately, Ian joining Abby on his knees, their bodies pressing against each other once more. Abby pushed Ian away briefly and pulled her dress over her head and started to undo her bra. Ian followed suit and by the time he had removed his trousers and underwear, Abby was slipping of her knickers. They came together again, kissing with increased passion as they enjoyed the skin on skin contact.

Taking further control, Abby firmly turned Ian and pushed him onto his back as she lay on top of him, her firm breasts squashed between them, hard buds pressing into his skin. His erection, still wet with her juices was resting against her arse cheeks, abandoned for now.

Abby broke the kiss and started to crawl up the bed, her hot, wet pussy dragging along Ian's chest. He caught a stiff nipple in his mouth as it passed, causing Abby to gasp and pause as he sucked on it, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive sides. As he sucked and licked the precious bud, his hands travelled down to Abby's arse, stroking and massaging the smooth skin. As much as he had Abby purring with pleasure, this wasn't her goal. She pulled away from Ian's mouth with a soft moan as he briefly sucked harder against the movement before he slippery nipple escaped his mouth.

She continued her journey up the bed until her knees were either side of Ian's head, her aching sex presented to his mouth. Her own breathing became heavier as he teased her with his hot breath on her waiting labia, his hands cupping her bottom gently. Finally, he reached upwards with his tongue, the lightest touch sending electricity shooting through Abby's body, eliciting a deep moan. The light touch became stronger and deeper as Ian's tongue explored the folds of Abby's labia, his grip on her arse pulling her closer and closer to him. Abby closed her eyes as she savoured the sensations, her hips rocking against the rhythmic strokes of Ian's tongue. Her whole body gave a start and Abby let out a small scream as Ian's tongue firmly flicked her clitoris before returning to lap at her freely flowing juices.

Abby was loving Ian's attention, but still wanted more. Over her shoulder, she could see his thick cock, standing erect, shining with his pre-cum and her juices. Knowing what she was needing, Abby quickly straightened up and turned round, lowering her pussy to Ian's eager mouth once more. As Ian resumed eating her out expertly, Abby lay forwards until they were in the classic 69 position, his erect penis directly in front of her, inviting her. Abby didn't need a written invitation, with the glorious tongue lashing she was receiving from Ian she was in no mood for teasing. Grabbing by the base, she plunged two thirds of his length into her mouth and immediately started sucking hard on his meat. Ian let out a moan of his own, the vibrations running the Abby's body deliciously.

Abby sucked and bobbed her head along Ian's pole with wild abandon, Ian's tongue and moans stirring her further in a fantastic feedback loop. His thick cock filled her mouth, his salty pre-cum mixing with her musky juices to form a beautiful cocktail Abby couldn't get enough of. She could feel another orgasm building as Ian's tongue flitted around from pressing against her tight entrance to exploring her wet slit to brushing against her clitoris. She gave muffled moans around Ian's thick meat filling her mouth, struggling to concentrate on what she was doing as Ian continued to drive her body onwards.

Struggling to coordinate her mouth and tongue as her orgasm built steadily within her, Abby started pumping the root of Ian's cock frantically his moans and hoarse breathing against her sensitive sex betraying his own impending climax. Spurred on, Abby stretched her lips tight around his girth, her tongue pressing against his cock as she sucked and bobbed as hard as she could. Ian's fingers dig into Abby's arse as, with a final groan, the first jet of cum leapt from his cock to the back of Abby's throat. The feeling of the warm liquid hitting her mouth was enough to push Abby over the edge finally and she did her best to swallow all the thick cream Ian was offering her as her own climax clouded her senses.

Abby rolled over to the side as the final remnants of her orgasm ebbed and flowed through her body. Her hand brushed Ian's and she found her finger's automatically hooking his. That simple act suddenly made her realise that she was missing the intimacy a relationship brings. The sex had been fantastic since she joined the company both in quantity and generally quality, but she realised with Ian it was something different. She didn't know how much he knew about her job, or for that matter, how much she wanted him to know. Was it possible to have the best of both worlds?

'Penny for them," Ian's voice brought her back to the moment. He had propped himself up on his elbow, still holding her hand. "You seem thoughtful."

"Sorry," Abby smiled, enjoying the slight look of concern on his face, "I was just realising how long it had been since I'd felt this comfortable with someone. I hadn't realised how much I had missed it."

"That's good to hear," Ian returned her smile as he crawled along the bed towards her, their lips meeting gently. Abby could taste herself on his lips and moved her hand to the back of his head, holding him to her as she parted her lips for a deeper kiss. Ian rolled onto his back pulling Abby with him so she ended half on him half on her side as they continued their kiss, her breast resting on his chest.

Having gotten the initial flurry of passion out of the way, they were content and comfortable with each other to talk, still naked, interspersed with kisses. They chatted about everything and nothing, their childhoods, previous jobs and relationships, all the while content with soft kisses and gentle caresses, neither of them in and hurry, knowing they had all day.

As they talked about previous sexual experiences, Abby could see Ian getting hard once more and couldn't resist. As he described his riskiest encounter, a previous girlfriend riding him on the last train home, in the carriage when the conductor or another passenger could have disturbed them at any time, Abby found her hand making its way towards his now fully erect cock and wrapping her hand around it.

Ian's breathing became sighs as he explained how his trousers were round his ankles and his partner's skirt up around her waist, his hands on her waist as she fucked him, Abby stroking his length firmly as the story started to have an effect on her. She felt her juices flowing as she imagined herself in the situation, blouse open, breasts pulled out of her bra as she drove herself down on the thick cock she was currently stroking.

Abby couldn't resist anymore. She straddled Ian, holding his erection vertically with one hand whilst slowly rubbing her wet slit with the other. Her eyes burned with lust as she used her fingers to spread her lips, bringing the tip of his cock between them. She gave Ian her best, sultry smile as she teased him, rubbing the end of his cock against her tight entrance, sighing and rocking her hips as she did so. She stopped for a moment and locked eyes with Ian. Slowly, she impaled herself on his thick cock, her mouth slowly widening with each inch she took inside her until it was wide open, along with her eyes as she felt him filling her and stretching her.

She let herself fall forwards, her hands on Ian's chest as she raised and lowered herself along his long pole, her breasts swinging temptingly in time with her movements. Ian gripped her waist, helping to pull her onto him as she settled into a satisfying rhythm, his girth stretching her entrance as his tip repeatedly rubbed against her g-spot. It wasn't long before she was driving herself downwards with all her might, desperate to take every inch of him inside her tightening pussy. Every part of her tight channel was tingling as her eyes widened once more, her climax building within her. Ian played his part, holding her waist, keeping her at the right angle for maximum penetration as her movements became faster and more erratic.

Abby could feel every bump and ridge of Ian's cock as her pussy closed in around it. She closed her eyes as her breaths came in pants and moans, picturing his thick cock forcing its way inside her, pushing her walls aside as they fucked. It was too much for and the inevitable happened, tossing her head back, Abby slammed her body down against Ian as hard as she could as her orgasm erupted inside her. A loud scream announcing its presence as she shook and trembled with pleasure, unable to move has her pussy contracted and pulsed around Ian's invading cock. She sagged against her arms, panting, barely able to hold herself up as her body relaxed after the massive surge.

Ian wasn't going to be denied though. Sensing Abby's lack of energy, her pulled her onto him as he turned them both over. Quickly, he hooked his arms behind her thighs and lifted her legs until her ankles were near his shoulders. With nothing in his way, he started to fuck Abby's tender pussy as hard and as deep as he had ever fucked a pussy. The position of her legs and the dying throes of her climax gripping him tighter as he used her amazing pussy. As his thighs slammed against her Abby could feel another climax building. Unable to do anything, she enjoyed the ride, loudly moaning her encouragement as she felt him pounding deep inside her.

"Fuck me," Abby screamed as another wave of pleasure built inside her, "Use my tight pussy."

Ian didn't need any encouragement, but the sound of her voice, full of lust and passion, spurred him on further and he could feel his own climax gaining momentum as he drove into Abby's harder and faster. His cock was covered in her juices as they ran out of her soaking into the bed cover and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh god, yes!" Abby screamed as a second orgasm rushed through her. Despite the fog of pleasure clouding her senses, she could tell Ian was close and she wanted to feel his hot seed on her skin. "Cum all over me," she begged, "Cover me with your lovely thick cum."

Ian couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, but had to admit, even though the internal noise of his body begging for its release, the thought of seeing Abby's sexy body covered with his cum filled his head. With a roar, he pulled out at the last minute and his thick ropes shoot out over her writhing body as he pulled her legs apart. The first fell on her right breast and nipple, the second across her stomach, just reaching the underside of her round breast. The following, slightly weaker jets, continued to cover her stomach and left white trails over her dripping sex, mingling with her juices. Abby closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of Ian's hot cum on her body as it slowly ran over her curves. She felt like a cheap slut, but knew that was just one of many roles she was willing to play with Ian.

Abby opened her eyes to see Ian looking down at her, still panting from his own exertions. She couldn't quite read the emotions in his eyes, lust was definitely there and thankfully not disgust. Did she dare hope there was some admiration in there? Giving him her sultry smile once more, she ran her hands over her body, her back arching as she made contact with his semen and rubbed it into her body before scooping up the remnants between her labia and making a show of licking and sucking it from her fingers.

"I don't know about you," Ian finally spoke with a smile, "But if I'm to last any longer today, I'm going to need something to eat. Anything you fancy?"

"Another round of whatever that was," Abby replied with a wink before kneeling up and kissing him, "But food wise, anything. If you don't mind, I'm going to have a quick shower while you order, someone seems to have made me all sticky!"

"And you loved every minute of it," Ian retorted.

"True," Abby grinned as she gave him another long, slow kiss before heading to the shower.

Abby could vaguely hear Ian ordering room service over the sound of the shower as she let the hot water cascade over her, invigorating her and cleansing her. Her mind drifted back to the situation and whether it would be better to tell Ian now about what she actually did at the company. While she knew it was a risk, she decided against it, for today at least. Today was just about spending time together and sex, hopefully lots of sex.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't heard Ian enter the bathroom. The first thing she knew was a hand from behind on the inside of her thigh. She immediately smiled and parted her legs slightly as it moved upwards. Abby tried to turn slightly, hoping for a kiss, but another hand pressed against her back, forcing her to put her hands against the wall under the shower to prevent herself from falling. Ian, at least she assumed it was Ian, didn't say a word as his hand reached the apex of her legs and she let out an involuntary gasp as it made contact with her labia.

Abby moaned as two fingers slipped inside her suddenly wet vagina, sliding in and out with ease. She couldn't feel any part of her assailant other than his hands, no breath against her neck, no hard cock brushing against her arse, just one hand on her back and another in her pussy, she felt powerless, but fuck she was also turned on. The fingers in her pussy were pulled out and moved further to her front honing in on her clitoris. She gave a scream as they found her clit and started rubbing in rough circles. Her legs were going weak as shoots of stimulation shot out from her roughly treated clit.

Without warning, the stimulation of her clit stopped and three fingers were forced into her tight pussy. There was no finesse to them, the owner was just trying to get them in as fast and as far as they could, and Abby was loving it. She moaned uncontrollably as the three digits plunged into her, pushing back against them as she felt herself getting hotter, getting wetter, getting tighter, getting closer to cumming.

Faster and faster the fingers went, the hand on her back pressing harder as if to give the owner more purchase. Abby felt herself being stretched deliciously, her legs shaking as all her senses were being scrambled. She was barely aware of the water cascading over her body as the fingers invading her sex, driving her on to another orgasm held all of her attention. Finally, her assailant's hand pushed her past the point of no return and she let out a huge scream as her climax released itself throughout her body. Pushing herself back against the three fingers one last time as her muscles gripped and pulsated around them. Her legs felt like jelly as she gripped the wall as best she could, determined to stay upright. She was only vaguely aware of the fingers sliding out of her as she leant against the wall, panting and letting the warm water aid her recovery once more.

"Wow," Abby commented as she returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, once she had recovered enough to move from the shower, to find Ian, still naked, lying on the bed.

"What?" he asked with feigned innocence, turning to sit on the edge of the bed facing, a slight wink and his raging erection the only hints that he had been involved in what had just happened.

"You know exactly what," scolded Abby, letting her towel drop as she leant over him, kissing him and taking his hard cock in her hand before whispering, "You can do that to me any time you like!"

As their kiss deepened, Abby started to pump his full length, feeling it grow in her hand. She dropped to her knees and licked up the underside of his erection, just wrapping her lips around it when there was a knock on the door.

"Hold that thought," Ian whispered huskily as he went to answer it, throwing on a robe as he went.

"Room service," Abby heard the caller announce, followed by, "No sir, I have to bring it into the room. Health and Safety." Abby turned and leant against the bed, still on the floor as the hotel employee carried a large tray in. He can't have been much older than twenty and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as they landed on Abby, naked on the floor, one knee in the air giving him a perfect view of her pussy. Flustered, her turned as quickly as he could, nearly spilling the contents of the tray as he put them on the desk and left as quickly as he could.

"That was cruel," Ian laughed as he closed the door.

"Are you sure?" asked Abby, slowly running a finger up her slit, "I think I might have given him a new fantasy." She knelt up as Ian neared her, removing the robe, taking his cock in her hand once more, covering and uncovering the tip as she slowly stroked it. "I can imagine him tonight, wanking himself off to the thought of what he could have been doing with me. Wishing he was you right now." Abby opened her mouth and took Ian's straining erection between her lips sucking gently as she bobbed her head back and forth.

"Later," said Ian reluctantly, pulling himself out of Abby's grasp, "First we eat, otherwise you're going to kill me!"

"But what a way to go," teased Abby, sticking her tongue out.

As Ian went to collect the tray, Abby climbed onto the bed and sat crossed legged. He returned with a tray containing two bottles of beer, a plate of sandwiches and pork pies and something else still covered with a silver closh. He put the tray on the bed next to Abby and sat in front of her, one knee raised, the other foot tucked into the gap beneath. With the temporary lull in proceedings, his penis was now limp between his legs, but still tempting for Abby.

Ian handed Abby one of the beers and they clinked necks before each taking a sip. Look upwards through her eyelashes at Ian, Abby wrapped her lips suggestively around the neck of the bottle and slowly drew them up the glass, smiling to herself at the small, involuntary movement of Ian's penis. He, in turn, just looked at her and smiled, shaking his head at her apparent insatiability.

Abby took one of sandwiches and took a bite, as she did, a blob of mayonnaise came out of the other side of the overfilled bread, landing on her left breast. The viscous liquid felt cool on her skin as it slowly oozed towards her nipple. Ian stopped reaching for his own sandwich and leant forward. With long slow sweeps of his tongue, he cleaned up Abby's smooth skin, taking time to curl around her slowly stiffening nipple, drawing a sigh from Abby in return. While the sexual energy in the room had never fully gone away, it was slowly building once more.

Ian bit into his own sandwich was a similar result, mayonnaise dropping onto his stomach. Abby wondered if he had asked them to put extra mayonnaise in. Not one to refuse such an opportunity, Abby leant forwards, her breasts rubbing against Ian's now semi-hard cock as she licked the condiment slowly from Ian's stomach and chest. As she sat up once more, the fire was back in Ian's eyes and she knew it wouldn't be long before they were fucking once more, the thought sending a shiver of tightness through her pussy.

They are in virtual silence, not taking their eyes off each other as they refuelled, ready for the next round. Abby repeated her trick with the neck of the bottle, bobbing her head up and doing a few times as she stroked the body of the bottle, the change in Ian's breathing thrilling her. As she took a drink, she deliberately pulled the bottle away too soon and let the amber liquid trickle over chin onto her chest, the small bubbles popping against her sensitive skin. Putting the bottle to one side, she rubbed the spilt beer into her chest, paying special attention to her now fully erect nipples, her own breathing turning to soft sighs as the energy was turned up another notch. Ian's erection was now at full strength as Abby's actions had the desired effect.

They had finished the plate of food and Ian lifted the closh to reveal a bowl of ice cream. It looked like it was starting to melt, but seemed to be in a special cool bowl that slowed down the process. Ian took a spoon and scooped a small amount up and offered it to Abby. As she leant forward to take it, her lips parted suggestively, he tipped the spoon. Abby gasped as the cold ice cream landed on her breast and quickly ran down to her nipple, the cold sending sparks of pleasure through her. Immediately, Ian's mouth was on her, licking and sucking to clean up his "accident". Abby's hands wrapped around his head as the contrast between his hot mouth and the cold ice cream thrilled her to the core. His teeth brushed the edges of her nipple as he sucked it greedily into his mouth, sending Abby into raptures.

All too soon from Abby's perspective, Ian stopped and sat back, smiling at her as he handed her the spoon. Taking up the challenge, Abby didn't even bother offering Ian the ice cream to eat. She took a spoonful and pressed it against his chest, dragging it downwards to just above the line of his thick pubic hair. Ian gasped at the cold and then leant back on his hands as Abby approached him.

Slowly, prolonging the build up as long as she could, Abby licked gently at the ice cream starting at his chest and working her way down. Occasionally she would lean forward a little more, allowing her chest to rub against his body, enjoying the sensation of his skin against her nipples. As she went over his stomach, his erection pressed against her, she could feel his sticky pre-cum on her skin, the heat of his arousal. With a deft bit of manouevering she managed to get his thick cock nestling in her cleavage, giving him a gentle tit wank as she slowly cleaned off the final traces of ice cream.

The mood was really starting to get to Abby and she was feeling almost feral in her desire. She reached out with her hand, searching for the bowl. Once she found it, she didn't bother with a spoon, scooping up some with her hand and smearing it all over Ian's cock. He let out a loud gasp as the freezing food hit his hot erection. Abby stifled a smile at the sight of Ian's thick pole with streaks of pink running down it as the strawberry ice cream quickly melted before lowering her head to his lap. She worked quickly as her desire quickly overtook her amusement, licking up the length of his shaft before sucking on his glans briefly. The mix of his savoury, salty pre-cum with the sweet strawberry was strangely alluring and she couldn't get enough of it.

She worked her way around Ian's cock, making sure she covered every inch, cleaning if of every trace of the ice cream before wrapping her lips around the tip once more. As she bobbed her head up and down, sucking on his stiff meat, she grabbed the root and started pumping it in time with her mouth, no finesse or teasing, just letting her feral side take control and work on the hard cock before her.

Ian had a difficult choice as he felt his balls tightening, ready to unleash themselves into Abby's mouth, relax and let it happen, or stop her so he could finish inside her sweet, tight pussy. Summoning all of his resolve, Ian lifted Abby's mouth off his cock. As he pushed her onto her back, he took his own handful of ice cream and spread it between her legs, drawing a moan from Abby which increased in pitch as he managed to push some of the freezing ice cream inside her with his fingers. The shock almost pushed Abby in her highly aroused state into orgasm, the sudden contrast in temperature making her body shake.

Just as Abby was recovering from the shock, Ian's head was between her legs his tongue flowing all over her, cleaning up the ice cream. Abby felt the melting ice cream mixing with her juices as they both flowed out of her, Ian lapping furiously at the combination, seemingly determined not to waste a drop as if it was a life giving fluid. Abby lifted her legs as Ian's tongue drove her wild, resting her thighs on his shoulders and holding his head between them, not letting him move until she was satisfied. Her hands scratched at his head in her near animalistic state as his tongue danced around her labia, attacked her clitoris and forced itself into her sensitive entrance until her senses were overwhelmed. With a guttural roar, Abby pressed her sex against Ian's mouth as he took her to her orgasm, her hips writhing against him.

The fire was well and truly lit within Ian now, all he could think about was fucking the beautiful woman beneath him. Not waiting for her climax to subside, he started crawling up her body, her legs trapped between his arms so she ended up almost folded in half, her knees almost touching her breasts, her ankles somewhere near her head. Abby had never been in such a position before and certainly couldn't get into it herself. Any worries soon disappeared though as Ian's cock easily slipped deep into her.

Abby found her body reacting immediately as Ian wasted no time driving himself in and out of her spasming channel, his grunts and moans joining Abby's screams as his deep penetration triggered another orgasm. Abby's hands gripped the bedsheet as wave after wave of pure pleasure rippled through her body, the new position giving her sensations she had never known before as Ian's thick cock repeatedly stretched her and thrilled her. As they both gave in completely to their lust. It wasn't long before Ian felt himself approaching his peak again. Relentlessly, he thrust into Abby harder and faster until he couldn't hold off any longer and his cock erupted inside her, pumping her full of his thick cum.

As he collapsed to the side, Abby was finally able to move her legs and let them drop to the bed as they both lay there, completely drained by their exertions. As they lay there, panting in silence, they reached for each other and held hands fingers interlocking.

At some point they must have fallen asleep as the next thing Abby knew silver moonlight was seeping into the dark room. As she rolled onto her side, she smiled at the sight of Ian, naked beside her and the memory of the past day. Carefully, she eased off the bed, pleasantly surprised at the feeling of his cum still leaking out of her. As she got dressed, Ian started to stir.

"Going without saying goodbye?" he asked.

"Never," smiled Abby, letting her dress fall, covering her knickerless pussy before climbing onto the bed to give Ian a quick kiss that turned into more as he grabbed her and wrestled her onto her back.

"Not staying the night?" he asked as his hand disappeared under her dress. Abby was tempted for a moment, letting his fingers roam around and purring as two of them slipped into her suddenly wet channel.

"I would love to," she responded, reluctantly pushing his hand away, but I need a change of clothes and some other things from home before work tomorrow." She laughed as Ian pouted and gave her puppy dog eyes.

"At least let me know when I can see you next," Ian probed.

"I don't want to kill you," Abby smiled, "So, how about you take me to dinner on Wednesday."

"That's a date," Ian agreed, pulling her to him for a final, deep kiss before Abby wriggled out of his grasp. As she reached the door, she looked back at his naked body, his thick cock amazingly erect once more and felt a twinge of regret and hesitated with her hand on the door handle. With a deep breath, she stick to her guns and opened the door before lifting her dress to give him one last view. She smiled at his moans of frustration as she let the door close behind her. She drove home with a huge smile on her face, already looking forward to Wednesday, but in the back of her mind there were some

doubts brewing about how this situation may affect her ability to do her job.

Monday morning came and Abby resolved to not put any pressure on herself or the new relationship with Ian, just to take one day at a time. As Natalie was handling this week's Birthday Blow Jobs, Abby was able to take her time getting into work and was at her desk with a coffee just before nine. She checked her emails and did a bit of admin before she looked at the time and saw it was nearly 9:30 and Natalie wasn't back at her desk yet. Abby looked at the schedule and it was only two men today so shouldn't have taken long. Slightly concerned, Abby headed to the nest to check Nat was all right.

As she opened the door, the first thing Abby noticed was the unmistakable sounds of three people in the throes of passion. It didn't take long for her to find the source. Natalie, with her skirt up around her waist was vigorously riding a man lying on the sofa, whilst another had his hard cock balls deep in her arse. From the ecstatic look on Natalie's face, this wasn't an unwelcome development and Abby couldn't help but wonder if this wasn't the first time she had been double penetrated. From the sounds and movements of the trio, Abby could tell they weren't going to be much longer and so she shut the door quietly behind her and waited in the corridor.

A few minutes later, the two men left the room, both looking flushed and out of breath. Abby slipped into the nest to find Natalie kneeling on the sofabed with her eyes closed, a distant smile on her face, cum leaking from both holes. Her eyes shot open as Abby gave a gentle cough to announce her presence.

"Everything go OK?" Abby asked, still not quite sure where she was going to take the conversation.

"It was fantastic," smiled Natalie, "I didn't realise work could be such fun!"

"I do need to have a word," Abby began, "I was worried when you weren't at your desk when I expected, so I came to check on you. I came in a few minutes ago." Natalie started to look a little sheepish, "You do know it's Birthday Blow Job, not Birthday DP?"

"I know," Natalie replied, suddenly looking nervous, "But once I had those two hard cocks in my hand, something took over. I couldn't help myself. I promise I won't do it again."

"I understand," said Abby sympathetically, "We're not robots. But we also have to be fair to everyone. We can't fuck some of them and just suck off the others."

"OK," agreed Natalie.

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"You seemed to be enjoying yourself though," Abby continued, "You don't mind anal?"

"I love it," Natalie responded, visibly relaxing, "My ex really wanted to try it and it surprised me how intense it felt." Abby related her experience from the weekend and how she hadn't really enjoyed it. "Sounds like he just went too fast for you," Natalie commented, "My ex and I built up to it over a few nights, getting my body used to it. I don't mind handling those types of request if you want me to."

They agreed that that would be a good plan and headed back to their desks.

"Abby!" A voice from behind made her stop and turn. It was John walking towards them with Ian. Abby told Natalie she'd see her at their desks and waited for the two men to catch up, wondering what was happening. "Morning Abby," John began once they reached her, "Do you remember Ian?"

Abby's mind went immediately to the day before and the various orgasms they had shared and struggled to keep her face neutral, not wanting to give anything away to John.

"Of course," she smiled, holding out her hand to shake Ian's, holding his eyes with hers, "Nice to see you again." Ian gripped her hand and subtly let his fingers trace along her palm as they let go.

"And you," he replied in a pleasant voice, holding Abby's gaze, the two of them communicating their agreement to keep their shared secret through their eyes.

"Ian's going to be based here for the next few months while the project gets underway," John contact, apparently oblivious to anything happening between the two of them, "He's signed the NDAs so he's aware of the services available."

Abby's heart stopped, her smile frozen on her face as those words sank in. She had hoped to broach the subject of her extra activities with Ian at a time of her choosing, but that had just been stolen from her. She searched his face for any signs that he saw her differently now than yesterday, but she couldn't read him. She reminded herself not to play poker with him.

"I look forward to making use of whatever you can offer," Ian commented smoothly. Abby was sure there was the hint of a smile there but couldn't be certain.

"And I look forward to being of service," she responded, hoping she sounded professional, despite the nerves within her. It surprised her how much she cared what Ian thought. As John continued Ian's tour of the office, Abby returned to her desk wondering what the best way to play this would be.

She had a couple of appointments that afternoon. The first was a reward for one of the developers who turned out to be in his mid-twenties and not that experienced or adventurous. It was pleasant enough and she managed to orgasm as they had missionary sex. The second was a personal request and had the intriguing comment of "No talking" in the special requests section.

Before she could think about it anymore, her phone rang and she answered it to John.

"Hi, can you free up Friday afternoon, please?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied, blocking off the time in her calendar and making a note to hand off the appointments that were there to Natalie, "Any particular reason?"

"We've identified three possible candidates for your male equivalent," John explained, "They've got their final interview on Friday and I thought you could put each of them through their paces, as it were, if they were interested in the extra role."

"Great," Abby replied, smiling, "I'm sure there's a few women that will be pleased to see things are moving." She glanced at the time and realised she was running late for her next appointment, "Got to go. I'll catch up with you during the week."

She hung up and made her way to the nest where her next client was already waiting. She guessed he was in his early thirties, his black hair added to his generally serious demeanor. He was dressed professionally in shirt and trousers which hinted at a slim frame. Abby opened her mouth to apologise for being late, but a sharp look from him reminded her of the no talking request and she stopped herself, unlocking the door and leading him into the nest, still wondering exactly what she had in store.

Abby didn't have to wait long to find out. As the door slammed behind them, the man immediately grabbed her from behind. His lips were on the nape of her neck as one hand grabbed at her breast through her dress while the other was on her thigh, roughly forcing up the hem of her dress. Abby didn't know if this was a control or domination thing, but she was happy to go with the flow, letting out an exaggerated gasp as the man's hand found her already damp knickers and rubbed at her labia through them.

She could feel his growing erection pressing against her cheek as he continued to roughly manhandle her. She matched his energy, grinding back against him, rubbing her firm arse against his stiff cock, drawing tiny pauses in his kisses to her neck as his breathing deepened in response.

Abby let out a cry as the hand between her legs found its way into her knickers, determinedly brushing past her clitoris on its way to her wet slit before pulling his fingers upwards, spreading her hot juices all over her. Not content with being a passenger in this experience, Abby reached behind, feeling around his groin until she located his erection. She gave it a firm squeeze through his clothes, eliciting the first moan from her taciturn lover as he continued to massage and grip her breast through the material of her dress.

His hand slipped up to her clit, rubbing it in firm circles as her legs started to go weak. Abby started rubbing at the shape of his cock as he rubbed harder, causing her to moan uncontrollably as he pushed her relentlessly towards her climax. As her body gave itself over to her orgasm, she reached behind with her other hand, clutching at his neck trying to support herself as her legs turned to jelly and pushing her chest further into his hand.

Abby gave a disappointed sigh as his hand exited her knickers. He brought it to her lips and she eagerly sucked her own juices from his fingers, her hand still working on his hard cock behind her. Apparently satisfied she had cleaned it sufficiently, he moved it to her back and pulled the zip of her dress downwards part of the way. He briefly abandoned her chest as he pulled her dress down to her waist forcing her to move her arms to let the sleeves pass. Both of his hands immediately went to her now exposed bra, their fingers running over the rough lace, the stiff bumps of her erect nipples receiving special attention.

Abby's hands went over her head finding the back of his head to give him completely free rein to explore her generous chest, reverting back to grinding her arse against his erection. He brought one hand back and deftly unclasped her bra before returning it to the front, both hands slipping under the loose underwear, Abby gasping at the feeling of his hands on her bare breasts. He took his time exploring all of her full curves, squeezing her nipples sharply before releasing them. Abby was slightly confused, he seemed to want to be in control, but he also seemed to be more focused on her pleasure than his, not that she was complaining.

Slowly, never releasing Abby's breasts, the man guided her to the side of the sofa. Reaching the arm, he suddenly span her round to face him, her bra falling away as her arms dropped. Shifting her so that her bottom was against the arm, he pushed her over so she ended up lying on the sofa, her pubic area raised on the arm. Almost glaring at her, he pushed up the hem of Abby's dress to join the top at her waist and dropped to his knees.

In one movement he yanked down her knickers and buried his face in her sex. Abby cried out in surprise as he began ferociously tonguing her, no loving caress, just an assault on her pussy from his tongue, probing and pressing exactly where he wanted to go. She barely had time to catch her breath as his tongue ladhed everywhere from her labia to her clit, an almost violent attack that somehow still felt amazing, her body reacting almost despite itself. As he greedily ate her dripping pussy, Abby's hands went to her breasts, pulling and massaging them as if trying to mimic the man's rough movements.

Her senses were soon overwhelmed and her thighs closed around his head, crying out with a second orgasm. As her body bucked and writhed on the sofa, the man stood, unzipped his trousers and wrestled his erection into the open. Through the haze of her pleasure, Abby watched him stroke it a couple of times as he looked at her in an almost calculating way before he stepped forward once more. His hands pushed her thighs open on their way to her waist where he gripped her as he drove his cock deep into her still throbbing pussy.

Abby moaned loudly as he penetrated her, not a massive cock by any stretch of the imagination, but thick enough to satisfy her. There was no respite for Abby as the man started thrusting in and out of her, hard and fast to match the energy of the encounter so far. Abby was more than happy with it, moaning her encouragement as she pinched and twisted her nipples, crying out when he seemed to manage to get a little deeper.

Abby found it hard to read his face as he continued to use her tight channel, there was barely any emotion there as his cock disappeared continuously into her before reappearing, now coated in her freely flowing juices. Abby wasn't one to judge, she was here for whatever people wanted (within reason) and being two orgasms down with a third rapidly approaching, she certainly wasn't being short changed.

There was finally a flicker of emotion as his eyes closed and his breathing quickened. His driving thrusts became slightly slower but harder as he buried himself in her for the last few times. With a grunt that was the only sound Abby could remember him making his cock emptied itself into her waiting pussy, pumping thick ropes of cum into Abby as her climax exploded around him.

As soon as he had finished, he calmly, wordlessly, eased out of Abby, tucked his softening penis away and left the room, leaving Abby draped over the arm of the sofa, panting, thick cum leaking out of her more the satisfied pussy. Still not quite sure what to make of what had just happened, Abby cleaned herself up, got dressed and returned to her desk for the rest of the day.

Nothing much of note happened over Tuesday and Wednesday at work. Abby never thought she would find sex humdrum, but that was almost what the appointments over those two days were. That wasn't to say she didn't enjoy it, far from it. It was just with some of the situations she had been on since starting the role, being bent over the sofa or just riding a thick cock wasn't as unusual as it once was. Still she had dinner with Ian to look forward to tonight, though she was dreading it slightly. Their paths hadn't really crossed since Monday and she wasn't sure if he was avoiding her. At their lunch on Tuesday Lucy had told her not to worry about it and reminded her about how she and Ian had actually met, with her being a bit of a bribe to sign the contract.

Abby was just getting ready to pack up on Wednesday, not entirely sure what the plans were when an email came in from Ian. She couldn't read anything into the tone of it, but it seemed normal. He suggested that they make their own way there so as not to aroused any suspicion in these early days. Abby thought it was positive and got into her car feeling hopeful. She had learnt her lesson from Sunday and had packed an overnight bag, just in case things went really well.

As she got to the restaurant, Ian was already sat at the table nursing a beer

He looked very handsome in an open necked shirt and Abby found herself hoping they could find a way to make it work. He rose to kiss her on the cheek as she got to the table and she ordered herself a glass of red wine. They chatted as they perused the menu and he apologised for not having been round to see her, but there was a lot to get established on the project.

"So, sexretary," Ian broached after the waiter had taken their order, "That's a new one on me."

"It was on me too," confessed Abby, "But at the time, I couldn't see any drawbacks."

"At the time?" Ian probed.

"I was fed up at my old job, being taken for granted," Abby explained, "I had also been single for a long time. Two birds and all that."

"And now?"

"I still love it," Abby answered honestly, "But I don't see how I can have a normal relationship at the same time."

"I can see the problem," Ian agreed, "It would take a very understanding partner to accept you would be fucking your colleagues and be OK with it."

"I understand," replied Abby sadly, "At least we had a bit of fun before you found out and we weren't getting too serious."

"Wait a minute," cautioned Ian. Abby's heart was in her mouth as she dared to hope he was going to say something positive. "I just said it would take someone very understanding, not that I couldn't do it. I know it's early days, but I'm willing to give it a go if you are. I wouldn't want to see it, but I imagine you have some stories to tell."

"Are you sure?" Abby asked, not quite believing what she was hearing.

"At the moment, yes," Ian confirmed cautiously, "It may turn out that I can't handle it, but if that happens it's no-one's fault. I do need to know one thing though."

"About us up to now?" Abby asked, expecting the question, "How much was work?" Ian nodded. "The initial meeting around signing the contract with you and Joe was work." Abby explained, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, "The next morning and Sunday. That was just for me, well us, you know what I mean." Ian smiled and nodded as their food arrived, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

To Abby's relief, they changed the subject as they ate, able to get back to being comfortable in each other's company now that the elephant in the room has been addressed.

"So, how do you apply to be a sexretary?" Ian asked after their plates had been cleared.

"By accident, if I'm honest," Abby answered, "I thought the advert was a typo and showed a company I could help improve. It was only when I was presented with the NDA that things became abundantly clear."

"But how did they know you'd be able to do the job?"

"They checked my secretarial skills," Abby answered with a smile as Ian cocked his head and raised his eyebrows, "And my other skills." she added seductively.

"Go on," Ian encouraged, his voice dropping.

"I'm not going into that level of detail," Abby cautioned quietly, "Unless I've at least got some fingers in my wet pussy or a thick cock in my hand. Preferably both."

"We'd better get moving then," Ian replied in his low voice as he called the waiter over to sign the bill to his room.

He stood and took Abby by the hand and led her to the lifts. As soon as they were in the lift together they pulled each other towards themselves, kissing deeply and passionately as all the previous tension melted away. They could barely stop as they reached Ian's floor, virtually running to his room. Ian pressed Abby against the door as he searched for his key card, their tongues dancing around the other as Abby was already pulling at his shirt buttons. They fell into the room as Ian unlocked it, virtually ripping each other's clothes off until they were both naked and lying on the bed, lips still locked together.

Abby arched her back and moaned as Ian easily pushed two fingers into her aching pussy, scrabbling with her own hand until it wrapped around his hard cock.

"I believe you were going to give me details of your interview," Ian breathed heavily, propping himself up on his elbow as he slid his fingers slowly in and out of Abby as she stroked his length. Abby recalled the story of sucking off John before seeing to Kate, enjoying the feeling of Ian's cock jerking in her hand at appropriate points in the story. As she reached the point of John entering her while she was eating out Kate, Ian turned off her onto her front and drove his thick cock into her, almost mimicking John's actions of the day.

Story time over, they were both moaning loudly as Ian vigorously fucked her from behind, the tale of the interview seeming to have really fired him up. Abby felt herself contracting around him as his cock seemed to swell, stretching her more than ever before. In unison they let out a final scream as their mutual climax ripped through their bodies, Ian unleashing a thick load inside Abby as her body jerked in response until, almost as quickly as they had started, they collapsed against the bed, panting.

"Fuck!" Abby exclaimed, "You know you don't have to prove anything, don't you?"

"I know," laughed Ian, "I suppose I'd been nervous since I found out. That was just a release."

"I know what you mean," smiled Abby, turning to put her head on his chest, "I'm not complaining though, I like a wild fuck occasionally!"

Abby threw her dress back on and quickly went to get her overnight bag before returning to the room and immediately removing her dress once more. They enjoyed each other's company in a calmer manner before making love once more, Abby slowly riding Ian's erection until they both came again. Abby lay her head on Ian's chest once more, hopeful for the future as they drifted off to sleep.

With everything sorted with Ian for now, Abby was able to relax and enjoy her work. Her attention soon turned to the interviews coming up on Friday. John had sent through their CVs, but beyond name, age and the fact that they all had sporty hobbies, they didn't tell her much. By the time Friday afternoon came, she was properly curious.

John had told her to expect to be called around 2:30, 3:30 and 4:30. She tried to busy herself to make the time go faster, but her mind kept drifting back to the prospect of three different cocks trying to impress her, her pussy getting wetter in the process. It was nearly 2:40 by the time her phone rang for the first time, but, to her disappointment, it was just John letting her know that the first candidate wasn't interested. He'd apparently just got engaged and so was only interested in one woman. Abby hoped that this wasn't going to be a pattern, she was getting hornier and hornier with the slight mystery of it all. If all three backed out, then she was going to be dragging Ian to the nest, regardless of who might see them.

Thankfully, the second candidate was apparently open to the opportunity and she received the phone call to invite her to the same interview room she was in what felt like a lifetime ago.

"Is this my practical?" A man she didn't recognise commented as she entered the room, she remembered from his CV that his name was Calvin. He was mid to late twenties with quite a solid build, his blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes didn't leave her as she crossed the room, and she felt him mentally undressing her. "This should be fun."

"The role isn't just about fucking," Abby explained matter of factly, "It's about making the other person feel better. Whether that's more relaxed, more confident or just satisfied. So, I thought we'd try a bit of roleplay to see how you'd approach a situation."

"I'm always up for a bit of roleplay," leered Calvin. Abby wasn't sure if he was nervous and trying to sound sexy, but she wasn't getting a great feeling from him.

"OK," she pressed on, "Let's pretend I've booked a session because I'm stressed. I've got several tight deadlines and I just need a massage to talk my mind of them." Calvin stood and walked to behind where Abby was sitting and started rubbing at her shoulders. She had to admit, his strong hands felt good and he seemed to know what he was doing.

"This would be more effective if you took off your blouse," he told her. Abby undid her top and removed it, placing it on the desk before her. She could almost hear him licking his lips at the sight of her generous chest constrained by dark blue lace.

He resumed the massage, but almost immediately a hand slipped down her front and started cupping her breast.

"I only need a massage," Abby explained, firmly moving his hand back to her shoulder, "I just need to take my mind off things."

"I've got a better way," Calvin replied, taking her hand and moving to his crotch. Abby could feel his erection under his clothes and had to admit she was impressed by the apparent size. "No woman has been thinking about anything else when they've been riding this." As he spoke, he pushed his hand back down Abby's front, this time forcing its way inside the cup of her bra, closing around her bare flesh, her nipple stiffening automatically despite his clumsy approach.

"I just need a massage," Abby insisted struggling to pull her hand away from his covered penis as he held it there.

"Your body's telling me something different," Calvin whispered into her ear, causing her to gasp as he pinched her nipple, "It's telling me you want to feel this." He started kissing at her neck as he ground his erection against her hand. Abby wasn't impressed with his approach so far, but had to confess that she was getting hotter and wetter between her legs and was curious to see exactly what he was packing that gave him so much confidence. There was no way she was going to be recommending him for the role, but there was no harm in getting a little satisfaction out of him.

"Maybe you're right," Abby started to encourage him, trying to act coy.

Calvin reacted immediately to her resistance dropping. He removed his hands from inside her bra and quickly unclasped it, both his hands now moving to her front and started roughly pawing at her exposed chest, encouraging her to stand. Abby's hand reached behind her, trying to figure out whether his trousers had buttons or a zip.

"Really eager now aren't you?" Calvin commented leerily as he undid his trousers, pulling his cock out into the open. Abby could barely get her hand around it and span around to get a better look. It was a bit of a monster, at least 8 inches and with a girth that had already surprised her. "Don't worry," Calvin said, "I'll be gentle." He span her around to face the table once more. "At first anyway."

With that he pushed Abby forwards so she was half lying on the desk as he pulled up her skirt. She let out a cry as she felt his hand between her legs, rubbing at the moist material of her knickers. There was no sense of occasion as he pulled her underwear to one side and shoved two fingers into her, but Abby had accepted his limitations and at this point was just using him for a quick fuck. She gave exaggerated moans as she pushed back against his fingers and begged him to fuck her.

Smiling with misplaced confidence, Calvin withdrew his fingers and started rubbing the tip of his monster against Abby's tight hole. Abby tensed up for a moment as she wonder if she was wet enough to accommodate him and if he meant what he said about being gentle. Thankfully, he seemed to have enough self awareness to take his time slowly easing his cock into Abby's wet slit, letting her get used to the size before pushing in a little further. Abby sighed with satisfaction at each extra inch that entered her body, feeling herself stretch to accommodate him until his full length was enveloped by her.

While the first two or three thrusts were gentle and careful, it soon became clear that Calvin didn't have much self control and his hands were soon gripping Abby's waist as he started to pound her pussy with his huge cock. Abby had never been more grateful for her experience with Chris as she positioned herself to prevent Calvin's enthusiasm from doing any damage. Reluctantly, she did have to admit that it felt good to have a big cock fucking her, just for the variety. She gave encouraging moans and screams as she pushed back against his relentless assault, willing her pussy tighter to milk his cum out of him.

Abby could hear the change in Calvin's breathing and gave him the reaction he was probably expecting, begging him to fill her pussy with his cum. As the constant stimulation had its effect and he somehow managed to bring on her orgasm, Abby's pulsating sex around his cock proved to be too much for Calvin and he erupted inside her. He pulled out as soon as he had finished and Abby was able to stand up once more.

She left him in the room to tidy himself up as she went to find John. He was in the corridor approaching the room and Abby just gave a quick shake of her head as she approached.

"No?" asked John.

"No," confirmed Abby, "Nice big cock, but no understanding of what was needed - he just wants the sex."

"OK," John nodded, "Hopefully the last one is more clued up." Abby left John to escort Calvin out as she went to clean up before returning to her desk, waiting for the next call.

That call came right on time and, as several of her co-workers were leaving for the weekend, Abby found herself once more heading to the interview room. As she entered, the candidate, introduced by John as Richard, stood and offered his hand. Abby smiled at him and shook it before taking her seat. John left them to it as Abby gave Richard the same spiel as she had given Calvin, before suggesting the same roleplay.

Richard started the same way as Calvin, standing and moving behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders as he started to rub.

"Anything in particular on your mind?" Richard asked as his fingers kneaded her shoulders, releasing knots Abby didn't realise she had.

"Just lots of deadlines," Abby replied, remembering she was supposed to be playing a role.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Richard continued probing. Abby could feel herself quickly becoming comfortable with him, but also slightly frustrated with the level of massage she was receiving. Wondering about some skin on skin contact, she undid her blouse and slipped it down her back. She smiled as Richard gave a subtle intake of breath and continued working on her back and shoulders with more freedom. "Is this helping?"

"Yes," breathed Abby, struggling to stay in character. She was impressed with his control and apparent focus, letting her lead as far as she was comfortable, even though he must know it wasn't his massage technique he was going to be judged on. "But I feel like I need a bit more."

"Like this?" Richard asked, undoing her bra and sliding his hands under the back strap.

"Yes," breathed Abby, leaning back as his hands reached her front, easing the lace upwards as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing her stiff nipples. Abby could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and turned her head, searching for his lips with hers. As they met, she turned in her chair slightly, forcing him to abandon one of her breasts but allowing them to deepen their kiss.

Gently, but insistently, Richard guided Abby to her feet and turned her to lean against the table. He helped her bra fall to the floor before wrapping her in his arms once more as they resumed their kiss. Abby pushed herself up onto the table and parted her legs, allowing their crotches to come together for the first time. She pulled at the buttons of his shirt as she felt his erection pressing against her, he didn't feel as large as Calvin, but she was already enjoying the overall experience so much more.

Richard's hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her waist as their kiss deepened, mouths open, tongues dancing, Abby's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling their bare chests together. He pulled at her knickers, starting to lead and take control rather than letting Abby dictate. She lifted herself up slightly and her knickers joined her bra on the floor. Richard started to lay a trail of kisses down her neck, over her breast before pausing at her erect nipple, gently rolling his tongue around it before sucking sharply, eliciting a sigh followed by a gasp from Abby. As he started to move his head downwards once more, Abby stopped him and brought it back level to hers once more, worried that there may be some remnants of Calvin's emissions down there.

If he was confused or discouraged by her actions, Richard didn't show it. Instead he returned to their kiss and moved one of his hands over her thigh to between her legs. Abby cried out as Richard's finger traced her wet slit, unhurried in his explorations of her genitals. He definitely knew what he was doing though and had Abby panting, her body rocking as he slowly rubbed circles around her clitoris.

All thoughts of playing a role were lost to Abby now, she was even struggling to remember she was supposed to be evaluating Richard as he slipped two fingers into her wet snatch, making her cry out in pleasure as he pulled them back against her g-spot. She looked into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking as he slowly fingered her, burying his digits to the knuckle before pulling them out to the tips.

"I don't want your fingers," Abby challenged him, as she leant back, dragging her hands down his chest. Richard smiled as he let her pull at his belt and fastenings before pushing as much as she could over his bottom. He completed the job, pushing his underwear to his ankles to release his straining erection. It was Abby's turn to smile as his thick, six inch pole came into view. True, it wasn't as big as Calvin's, but she suspected that Richard was going to be much more skilled with it.

She wasn't going to have to wait long to find out as he took hold of his weapon and aimed it towards her. Abby spread her legs more and lifted her knees as Richard stepped forward, rubbing the end of his cock up and down her dripping slit, parting her labia and teasing her entrance. She let out a mixture of a sigh and a moan as he finally pushed forwards and eased into her, not stopping until she had the full length of his erection buried within her tight pussy.

Abby crossed her legs behind him as she enjoyed being filled with cock once more, moaning softly as he started to move in and out of her. As he drove steadily into her, Abby felt one of his hands moving on the top of her thigh. She screamed as its thumb made contact with her clitoris, pressing and rubbing in time with his slow thrusts.

Already feeling her body respond to his attention, her pussy contracting around his lovely cock as it enveloped it, Abby found herself lying back against the table, lifting her hips to give him more penetration, which he accepted gratefully. Her hands went to her breasts, stroking them and teasing her nipples as she felt her arousal building within her.

In the fog of her excitement, Abby was vaguely aware of the click of the door. There was no way she was going to tell Richard to stop so she was happy when she heard Kate's voice.

"Oh, sorry," she said, sounding surprised, "I thought you'd be done by now. Abby turned her head to see Kate's dress falling to the floor as she made her way towards them in her underwear. "I want it hard and fast when it's my turn," she told Richard as she passed him before climbing onto the table next to Abby.

To his credit, after a short pause to process the new turn of events, Richard continued slowly fucking Abby's tight hole as he increased the pressure on her clit. He enjoyed the sight before him of Kate, on all fours on the desk, her black thong barely covering anything, as she took Abby's nipple into her mouth, sucking on it as Abby moaned and started to writhe beneath her.

Abby was more than happy for Kate to join in, the feeling of her lips on her breast the icing on the cake as Richard continued to push her towards her climax. With Kate's intervention, it wasn't long in coming, the other woman's hand joining Richard's at her impaled vagina proving too much for Abby as she let out a long scream, her back arching as the two of them guided her into her orgasm. Richard stopped, deeply embedded within her as he enjoyed the sights and sounds of Abby's orgasm along with the rippling along his cock as if her pussy was trying to milk him. Kate eased her down from her peak, slowly rubbing around Richard's shaft as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Before Richard could take up the mantle again, Kate slipped off the table and onto her knees, pulling him out of her friend and into her mouth. She sucked on his thick pole, tasting the combination of the two lovers but taking care to listen to Richard's reactions, there was only one place Kate wanted his cum. The surprise of walking in on them had made Kate extremely horny and only one thing was going to satisfy her now.

"Remember what I said," she told Richard as she bent over. He couldn't believe his luck as she pushed her thong over her hips and let it fall to the floor before burying her face in Abby's pussy. As Abby responded to Kate's mouth and tongue, Richard knew he had to do all he could to secure this job. The sight of the two beautiful women in front of him, unabashedly engaged in sexual activity threatened to make him cum there and then and, while he got the impression neither of them would complain about receiving his cum landing on them, he didn't want to let either of them down.

"Yes!" Kate screamed as he grabbed her hips and drove his cock deep into her surprisingly wet channel, "Fuck me like you mean it!"

She buried her face back in Abby's licking at her juices in between moans as Richard followed her instructions perfectly, driving his cock into her as if he was trying get it to come out the other side. Each powerful drive pushed Kate's mouth against Abby's labia and clitoris, her moans running through the other woman's body.

Abby was surprised at how long Richard was lasting. Not many men would have the stamina or control to handle and satisfy both her and Kate. The pace Kate was forcing him to set seemed to be taking its toll though as his breathing became ragged and his moans loader as they mixed with the two women's.

"Fill me, you glorious fucker!" Kate exclaimed, picking up on the same signals as Abby, before tensing up and screaming her own orgasm as he exploded inside her, his thick cock jerking its heavy load into her spasming pussy. The sounds of her two partner's shared climax was enough to give Abby her own, slightly muted in comparison as she basked in the sounds and scents of sex around her.

Realising that the cleaners could be around at any minute, Kate told the other two to get dressed as she pulled her own dress back on. She offered to show Richard out while Abby gave John her feedback. Abby watched them down the hallway and wondered if Richard would actually make it home that night before heading off to John's office.

John was just packing up for the night when he called Abby in.

"It's a definite yes for Richard," Abby told him, "From me and Kate."

"And Kate?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll have to ask her," Abby replied with a wink.

"Before you go," John began, standing and starting to undo his trousers, "I believe you missed out on one cock earlier. I would hate for you to feel let down." As tired as she felt, the sight of John's erection rising out of his trousers seemed to give her a burst of energy and she let him turn her to lean against his desk.

Within seconds her skirt was once more up around her waist and John's cock was buried deep inside her. Having missed out on Richard's cum, Abby pushed back against John, encouraging him to go harder and faster desperate to feel his hot seed flooding into her.

John was slightly surprised at the near aggression of Abby's movements and desires, struggling to stay inside her as she gave in to her animal side. With one hand on her hip and the other gripping her breast they came together, his cum painting the inside of her pussy as she twisted and trembled in his arms.

They were both panting from their brief but intense encounter when Abby kissed him in the cheek and headed back to her desk. As she collected her things, she thought about Ian and being a sexretary and realised for possibly the first time that she couldn't do both indefinitely, but she resolved to make the most out of her job while she still could.