Erotic Office Stories Novels & Stories

Ivy couldn't bring herself to even look at the office, feeling a kind of way. As Ivy settled into her new office space, she felt a heavy weight on her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling of confusion she felt, as the man she just shared a night of passion with was now her new boss. The door to her boss's office was just a few feet away from her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as she thought about the passionate night they shared together. She took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and confusion about what happened with her and her new boss.

"No. I don't know, and I don't want to know. I don't care about cheap gossip spreading in the office." "Then let me tell you about the rumors circulating in the office." Sebastian tightened his grip on Tera's hips, causing her to gasp in surprise and pain as he pressed his hips against hers. "They all think we often have sex in the office. That we create scandals wherever we go, even on business trips abroad, and worst of all, they think you're just a means to satisfy my sexual needs." "Enough! I don't want to hear anymore! That's just cheap gossip unworthy of my attention!" Tera interrupted.

Melissa then allowed herself to cum again. They licked the vibrator clean between them and kissed some more. Then Melissa pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies and they fell asleep. Melissa's last thought was that the rest of the conference was going to go by too quickly, but since male bosses managed to fuck their PA's in the office, why shouldn't she?

In this vision, we’re in a big office and I have Eros on a desk while I’m all over him, kissing him like the world is going to end if I stop for just one second. I’m thrusting my cock against his while he's moaning and allowing me to do whatever I want. He tastes so good.

Her moans turned into low, continuous “mmh… mmh… fuck…” He stood up, still buried inside her, carried her to the couch, and laid her on her back. He hooked both of her legs high against his chest and started railing her in long, punishing strokes that forced the air out of her lungs. The wet slap of skin filled the office. Her juices ran down onto the leather with every thrust. “Who are you in this office?" “I’m the boss’s late-night whore… the one who begs to get her pussy destroyed instead of working… the slut who wants to be left leaking and used…”

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I wanted the floor to swallow me. Lucas slipped one finger inside me slow, deep while continuing the conversation about centerpieces. My thighs trembled. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay silent, pretending to study my notebook. The same notebook that now held vows filthier than anything Victoria could imagine. “Read the next one quietly,” Lucas murmured when Victoria excused herself to take a quick call from her assistant. His breath was warm against my ear, finger still moving lazily inside me. “Under the table. Now.”

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My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."