"Let him fill meeee..."

"Huh, uh!" Abbie's breath hitched. Her hands clutched convulsively, squeezing Hank's butt and balls with her enameled fingers. "Yes, let him fill meeeee..." Abbie's voice trailed off in a whine. Her cock swelled inside Hank's ass. She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and let her hips swing freely, pounding out her last few thrusts.

Hank moaned with each climactic thrust. Abbie's weight pressed Hank's cock against the desk blotter. Finally she held still, deep inside him, cupping his buttocks and sighing.

"Good girl, Abbie," Hank said.

"Oh boss, thank you so much," Abbie said. Hank felt her tremble against him.

"My pleasure," Hank said. "Easy out, now."

Abbie withdrew her cock. Hank stood up, turned round and gave his secretary a kiss, giving her balls a gentle squeeze.

"We'll have to get you and Jim together sometime soon," Hank said. "If not at a party, maybe we'll figure out some reason to get together for work."

"Oh, I want that so much," Abbie said. "I love watching him go into you. You really think he'd like me too?"

"I'm sure of it," Hank said. "Well, I guess I should clean up and get ready to go home."

"Oh yes, I was warming you up for a rock star!" Abbie said with a broad smile. "Have a great time!" Abbie tilted her head and kissed Hank.

Hank's cock had left a damp, slippery spot on the desk blotter pad. Abbie removed the top few sheets and tidied up the supplies back where they'd came, taking out the spent waste in a separate bag.

With a warm feeling between his cheeks, Hank drove home.