Erotic Office Stories Novels & Stories

I stormed out of Daniel’s office building, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My hands were shaking, tears of fury burning in my eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, my body was on fire. The image of Daniel pounding that blonde over his desk refused to leave my mind his thick cock sliding in and out of her, her moans, the wet sounds of their fucking. It made me sick. It also made me so fucking wet I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walked to my car.

I never came into his work as I was usually at school or at a friend's place during the weekend but offering a nice gesture to bring his document in for him opened my eyes to the little secrets he was hiding. For some reason I couldn’t control myself. I was staring and couldn’t look away, watching them together. Watching as his large hands gripped her throat as he fucked her so hard that my pussy clenched and throbbed. The way he was thrusting in and out of her was effortless and his cock seemed to penetrate her deeply. The erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the massive office room and I had stood by the door, spellbound. I knew there was something about Henry my attractive step-fa

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

Her head fell back against the chair for a second before she remembered and snapped her eyes back to mine. “Like that?” she whispered, her voice wrecked. “Exactly like that.” My own hand drifted to my belt, unbuckling it slowly, deliberately. The metallic clink made her flinch. I didn’t unzip yet—just palmed myself over the fabric, letting her hear the low groan I couldn’t hold back. “Keep fucking yourself. Hard now. Pretend it’s me.” Her rhythm picked up—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet office. Her hips rocked up to meet her hand in small, desperate thrusts. Sweat beaded along her collarbone. Her moans were soft at first, then louder, less controlled.

Slowly, Eva lowered herself, pressing her own dripping heat against Sheila’s. A moan ripped through the room as their cunts met, grinding in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. Their hips rocked together, wet folds sliding, clits brushing, sparks of pleasure pulling gasps from their lips. Chloe bit her lip, watching with hungry eyes, her fingers sliding into her own cunt, stroking in rhythm with their grinding. Eva pinched Sheila’s tits hard, earning a cry from her as their pace quickened. Their wet flesh slapped together, louder now, their moans filling the office.

Before he could answer, we shared a passionate kiss, and we were both breathless when we let go of each other's lips. Gosh! Ero's lips and kisses are so addictive. I really can't get enough of him. "Let's make love here, Babe. I want you now." He told me and claimed my lips again. Gosh! Who can resist this Prince Charming? And it's also an experience! It's my first time making love here at the office... his office. Thinking about it makes me blush... so hard. It's so thrilling to be with Ero, even though he can be wild at times.

"My body, my holes—they're yours to fuck whenever you want. Don't stop, Mark. Fill me up again. Ruin your secretary's pussy on this desk." I slammed into her faster, balls slapping against her clit with every brutal thrust, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her moans turned to desperate whimpers as I reminded her exactly who was in charge, my cock stretching her wide and forcing my earlier load to leak out around my shaft in messy rivulets down her thighs. The risk of someone walking in only made my strokes harder, deeper, claiming her completely in our forbidden office tryst. Emily's nails scraped the wood as she bucked and writhed, begging for more while I dominated her from

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Then he spins me around and bends me over his desk. His hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt. He groans when he finds me bare and dripping. “No panties,” he growls. “You really are a little office slut, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir,” I moan as his fingers drag through my soaked folds. He pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning, stretching my tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, pumping his fingers deep. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

His lips curled into a satisfactory sound. "I'm already fucking you, so… what?" The silence grew louder, and the only sound that could be heard in the office right at that moment was the fucking sound—the slapping of skin as the lubricant made sloppy sounds. His groans and my moans mixed so well, I felt like I was in heaven . "Who does this body belong to?" he asked. I fell quiet. I mean, I had seen it in movies and I found it really unnecessary. Why talk when all you can do is actually have fun? Why talk when I aim to orgasm?