How about over your desk?

"How about over your desk?" Rashida told Hank.

The desk in Hank's home office was sturdy and looked unlikely to move. A tight-napped rug sat under the desk chair, providing good footing for someone standing behind the desk. Hank moved the chair aside. "How's that look?" he said.

"Just about perfect," Rashida said.

Hank opened a desk drawer and laid a little organizing basket on the desk. Separate bins held condoms, lube, and wipes.

Rashida gave Hank a sidelong look and said, "And why am I not surprised you keep rubbers in your desk? Who's that for? Not your wife?"

"I confess there are times I mix business and pleasure," Hank said.

"Fuck, Hank!" Rashida said. "Is your life just hot and cold running sex? Bending banker ladies over your desk?"

"When I can fit it in," Hank said. "But more often it's an old friend in business. He introduced me to swinging parties and he also got me going with men."

"Whoa, you give it to him over the desk when Veevee's in the kitchen?" Rashida asked, a hand on her hip.

"Sometimes," Hank said. "Sometimes he gives it to me."

"Ah ha ha!" Rashida said. "Jordan would never go for that." She grinned, looking at Hank's rather large erect penis. "Even if he did, look how big you are. But it might be fun to see."

"Maybe he'd do me," Hank said.

"Well, we know my man likes ass," Rashida said. "But I think my mind's already blown enough for today."

"Mine too," Hank said, thinking of the scene in his bedroom, his mind swirling. His cock twitched and swelled.

"Yours too," Rashida said. "Hell. Let's get going."

Hank stripped off his shirt, joining Rashida in nudity. They embraced behind Hank's desk, running their hands over each others' bodies, feeling the warm skin and the little trembles of eagerness from each of them.

"Now," Rashida said. She turned her back to Hank, planted her feet on the carpet, and bent over. Hank stepped up behind Rashida's broad buttocks, aimed the tip of his penis between her dark brown labia, and pressed forward gently. "There, Hank," she said. "Now, in. Oh fuuuuuuuuck!"

Rashida's hands clutched into claws, her hips pumped back at Hank, and her head strained down, then bucked up. Her vagina clamped down tight around Hank's shaft as she went straight into orgasm. Hank lasted bare seconds, thrusting a few times into her clenching cunt before his cock swelled and shot off deep inside her.

Hank stood trembling, still hard, still inside Rashida. She stood bent over, letting the desk take her weight, her head turned sideways, her arms relaxed. The scents of her sweat and her sex tickled his nose.

"Fuck, that was something," Rashida said.

"You think we better go?" Hank asked.