Erotic Office Stories Novels & Stories

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

“That’s disturbing.” His eyes twinkled. “What? That they’d make up slut stories or that they’d give me a blow job in my office?” I flushed, remembering the reality of what we’d done on both his desk and conference table. “Both.” “Well, in case you were wondering, all slut stories are mostly false, along with me receiving a blow job, although, that is a fantasy of mine.” “Slut stories?” I teased. He smirked. “No, getting a blow job at my desk.”

So Charles might be waiting to get something on him. "Eric, I love you. I love you very, very much. Can you please love me too? Love me all you want!" Alex's voice was low and seductive. Her hand had already undone his shirt, and a fire was burning in her body. Right when her lips kissed his chest, Eric couldn't suppress it anymore. He reached out and tugged at her clothes. The atmosphere in the office was getting more intense. If the office wasn't soundproofed properly and someone passed by in front of it, they could even hear the suggestive voices coming from within.

I make a mental note to get something for him on my way back. Besides, I can hear Eric’s voice in my office. He’s probably waiting for me, and I shouldn’t dawdle around my hot boss. At least he’s not alone. I can hear him talking in a low voice with someone, and the other person is giggling. He’s probably telling one of his bad jokes again. I enter my office, only to stop suddenly when I see two people in a passionate clinch. One I recognize as Eric, who has his tongue shoved down another woman’s throat. And from the moans emanating from both of them, they are clearly enjoying it.

“Me. You. This desk.” “Shut up,” I breathed, tilting my head back as he s*ck*d gently on my skin. “Just… touch me.” His hands slid down, gripping my thighs before moving up again, under the hem of my blazer, under my shirt. His fingers found my n*ppl*s and teased them until I arched into him. I tugged at his belt. His eyes locked with mine. “We’re in the office,” I whispered. He smiled, wicked and slow. “Then you better be quiet.”

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

"You think this ends when we leave this room? You’re mine, Aubrey. In the office, out of it, in your bed, and in mine. You signed your life away the moment you let me touch you." He quickened the pace, his thrusts becoming frantic and shallow. I felt the tension snap in my spine. A violent, shaking orgasm ripped through me, my legs tightening around his waist as I screamed into his shoulder. I felt him follow me a second later, his body tensing into a cord of hard muscle as he poured himself into me, marking the boardroom table with the evidence of our transgression. We stayed like that for several minutes, the only sound the hum of the air conditioning and our broken breathing. Vincent even

I clicked from that file to another, grunting out loud to find that stationery cupboard was a story about me slamming her hard into the filing cabinets and pumping her full of my cum as she begged me for more. Overtime told the tale of me keeping her late for a disciplinary meeting and ordering her to strip naked and spread-eagle herself on the meeting room table. I read in glorious detail how I slapped her pussy until she cried and promised she’d learned her lesson. Office kitchen saw her on her knees, milking my cock with her pretty mouth until I was ready to jizz into her coffee mug. In the story, I made her drink it down instead of milk and she told me it was delicious.

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Pre-cum leaked in thick strings, pooling in the dip of my navel. She picked up speed, and the desk creaked under us. Her hips slapped against my sore, red ass again and again. The sound was filthy, wet, and sharp, echoing in the quiet office. My legs shook in her grip, my toes curled, and my hands scrabbled at the edge of the desk, trying to hold on. “You love this, don’t you?” she growled. “Getting fucked like a whore on my desk. Your boss’s cock stretching you wide. Say it again.”