Jake asks to come in her pussy

Abbie sighed blissfully. "I can tell, Jake. I can feel it."

"I'm going to --" He stopped himself. "What I mean to say is -- can I come inside you?"

Abbie nodded. "I think that would be for the best. After all, we're still at work, so coming on my face or my clothes would probably be a bad idea."

Jake laughed a little at how matter-of-fact she was. "I agree, Abbie." He replied in kind, slightly teasing her, but she may not have realized it. "Okay, then. I think I'm about to pop, and I'm going to come in your pussy."

Abbie pushed harder against him as their rhythm got tenser. Jake grabbed her hips, and with one final thrust, felt himself giving over to his orgasm. He convulsed, squeezing his semen into her. She felt his spasms, and gripped the desk harder. He held fast, his body twitching as his climax peaked and then subsided. With his hand, he squeezed his cock as he slid out of her, making sure that any last drops went into her pussy.

As he pulled out her, Abbie said, "Would you please pull my panties back up? I'm afraid some of you might drip out, and I don't want it to land on the floor." Jake laughed, again surprised by the almost clinical nature of her request. But he obliged. He also pulled her skirt back down over her hips, and even pulled her chair back into place so she could sit down. He pulled his own pants up, tucked his dick back into his underwear, and fastened his belt.

Jake walked to the door of the office, and then looked back at Abbie. Her forehead was glistening with sweat, and her hair was a little damp. She was still breathing a bit heavily. She licked her upper lip and looked Jake.

"Is there anything else I can do for you today, Jake?"

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Thanks, Abbie. I'm good." He opened the office door and returned to his own cubicle. Abbie watched him go, smiled to herself, and sorted through some papers on her desk.