Novel & Cerita Erotic Office Stories

His free hand pinched the wet nipple he left behind. I tried to pull free. He held tighter. “Stay still, Sister.” He kept at my tits until both nipples were red and shiny. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked the habit up, and shoved my legs apart. His mouth was on me immediately. Tongue sure this time. He found the spot and sucked. “Oh God—” Two fingers pushed inside me. Curled. Rubbed the place that made my knees weak. “You taste better than I remembered,” he muttered against me.

Part 1: The Boss Office Jane’s heart raced as she stepped into the office. The city lights spilled through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. But all she could see was him. Eric. Her boss. Her master in this arrangement. Dominant, commanding, dangerous — and yet impossible to resist. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low, sharp, and completely unyielding. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, cheeks heating instantly. Her pulse jumped, and she felt a flutter deep in her stomach. Her body had already betrayed her, reacting to his voice and presence before her mind could even process it.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

Her full breasts heaved against the desk as she fought to stay quiet. “Oh goodness. . .” she moaned. Her hips pushed back against his hand. Raymond slid two long fingers deep inside her tight pussy. He pumped them in and out while his thumb continued teasing her throbbing clit. Lara’s legs shook. Her wetness coated his fingers. He fingered her faster and the wet squelching sounds filled the office. “You’re trembling already,” he taunted, his breath hot against her neck. "ay it, Professor. Tell me how bad you need this.”

Then I dragged the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself with her wetness, teasing her until she was practically shaking. “Professor, please–“ I silenced her with a sharp thrust, bottoming out in a single stroke. Her cry was so loud that I was thankful my office was the last one in this corner. She clenched around me instantly. “Fuck,” I hissed. “Have you been saving this little cunt for me all semester?” “Yes, yes–“ she mewled when I pulled out and slammed in again. “Ohhhh, fuckkk, mmh, more prof. Fuck me harder, please.”

At 10:30 pm, just as I was about to retreat to my small servant’s quarters on the ground floor, his text lit up my phone. Derick: My office. Now. Wear only the uniform. No panties. My heart raced as I climbed the stairs. The mansion felt different at night,quieter, more dangerous. I knocked softly on the heavy oak door of his home office. “Come in.” He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The room smelled of leather, whiskey, and power. A bottle of expensive scotch sat beside him. “Lock the door,” he ordered without looking up from his papers. “Then get on your knees and start cleaning the shelves behind me.”

“Clothes off, both of you. On the desk.” We obeyed quickly. Sarah stripped with surprising confidence, her body curvier than mine, full breasts and soft hips. I felt exposed and shy as I shed my cardigan and skirt but the way both of them looked at me made my nipples harder and my pussy throb. Marcus undressed too, his thick cock springing free and leaking from precum. He sat in the large office chair stroking himself slowly. I sat on the desk, with my pussy spread open, Sarah approached me slowly, teasing my pussy with her fingers until she finally put her tongue in it.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.