Erotic Office Stories Novels & Stories

But now he understands why it has pros and cons. Having s*x in the office creates a more exciting atmosphere. No wonder his friends and business associates enjoyed the Office Romance theme. It added to the stimulation of arousal. However, he doesn’t like the thought of messing up his office. He beat the assigned cleaner in his office and would raise a brow upon discovering his semen landed everywhere on his table and sofa, not to mention the foul smell. How many times did he and Kristel have an orgasm while she was on her back, and he had a perfect view of her crotch with her legs parted wide?

Chapter Three – Executive Ecstasy The Obsidian Office evolved into a haven of shadows and power as the night settled, the tinted windows reflecting the city lights, the boardroom table a stage for our entwined forms. My blouse and skirt were strewn aside, bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me burned, a primal need fueled by Daniel’s unrelenting dominance. He loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce mastery, ready to culminate our executive ecstasy. The office thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our professional roles a sacred bond that tightened with each touch.

He hooked his large fingers beneath the fabric, raising it up, his warm palm dragging heavy and claiming against her bare thigh. "You proved today that you speak with my voice. You belong at that table." Mila's breath hitched in her throat as his fingers slid higher, finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The contrast of the cold marble table behind her and the intense, burning heat of Roman's body crowding her from the front made her head toss back. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips, echoing off the high glass walls of her massive new office. She didn't care about the corporate rules. She didn't care about the fact that fifty junior employees were sitting right outside the froste

and kept his schedule running like a well-oiled machine. But after hours, the rules changed. The office became their playground. One evening, he called her into his office and made her sit on his desk, her legs spread. He sat in his chair and just looked at her for a long time, his gaze a physical touch. Then he made her touch herself, her fingers sliding into her wetness while he watched, stroking his cock. He made her describe, in explicit detail, what she was doing, what she was feeling. She came on his desk, her body shuddering, her juices slick on the polished wood. He made her clean it up with her tongue before he fucked her.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

“Why do I have to leave? Come on, baby, I can still get you off.” “Bradley, I mean it. This is my place of work, and I can’t have this type of thing going on here. I wouldn’t even do my wife in my office!” “Ha. You probably wouldn’t even do your wife at all. That’s why you have me, gorgeous.” With that, Brad grabbed at Eric’s nuts through his khakis, but he darted out of the way.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

“Fuck me harder, Mr. Evans.” His voice was a low growl, his hands gripping my hips like he owned them. “You don’t get to call me that when you’re bent over my desk, Claire. You call me Sir.” The mahogany surface was cold against my cheek. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my blouse ripped open. His thrusts were punishing, each one a deliberate conquest. I could feel every ridge of him inside me, stretching, claiming. The office air was thick with the smell of us—sweat, expensive cologne, and raw need.

Ed said before the two laughed about it while Ed fondled Darla’s barely clothed tits; Darla’s hands drifted downwards and pressed on his cock, feeling it already quite hard and smiled as her eyes widened, surprised he was at full staff already. “Seems you’re ready.” Darla said with a smile and a seductive look in her eyes while all sorts of things Ed wanted to do to her ran through his mind before he pressed his face into her breasts and started kissing around, caving to his urges as soon as he realized that Darla wanted him to; Ed reached around and squeezed Darla’s ass over her skirt, pulling her into his hard cock as he kissed his way up to her neck while she hooked her leg around Ed’s si