Erotic Office Romances Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

Turns out that Russell fucked me once over his desk in his office and simply couldn’t get enough. Apparently, the whole experience had felt so good that the man wanted a repeat and he was willing to do anything to get it, not that he would have to do much to convince me considering the fact that I was almost just as willing as him…maybe even more so than him. I always considered office romances to be very hot and to think that I was living my own very office romance fantasy was nothing if not surreal. Oh, and the books definitely didn’t lie. Doing the nasty when knowing fully well that there were people close by and there was a high chance of getting caught made the sensations even more heig

He used one hand to hold my neck choking me as he stroked faster. He laid on the couch in the office and I sat on him, I took his cock and inserted it in me, then I leaned forward to kiss him. I rocked my waist with his cock inside me. Riding him slowly. He held my boobs, and pressed on my nipples. Squeezing them and I started riding faster. He spanked my butt. “That’s it Girl, faster!” He commanded. I rode him until his cock fell out, and he stood up bending me on the couch and giving me heavy thrust in my pussy as he spanked my butt.

“Oh! Miguel! Fuck me!“ I cry out and forgetting the order he gave me, I wrap my arms around him, I gasp helplessly as the strength of his length in me burns and pleases at the same time. “Yes…” he hisses and I clench down on him tightly, “sir…sir…oh fuck…” I call to let him know that my orgasm is near and he pulls me by the neck to join our mouths in a filthy kiss. The sound in the office are pure sin and chaos, the ending of a game we've played for so long. “I'm cumming inside you and you will take everything” he pulls away to say and I nod my head and tighten my walls to take it.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

"Pouring yourself a drink in another man's office." He chuckled, unbothered. "I've always believed a man's office says everything about him. The books, the liquor, the view. I like what yours says." He took a seat across from me, crossing his legs. I watched him silently. I had seen men like him before, and they had something in common. They were arrogant, full of themselves, and yet, stupid. "What do you want, Damon?" I asked finally. Eric leaned back in the chair, swirling the drink in his glass as if he owned my company. He parted his lips, no doubt to launch into some rehearsed introduction, but I wasn't interested in pleasantries.