Erotic Stories Office Novels & Stories

I told her I had worked on some erotic stories this weekend and asked her if she wanted to read them. She sent a quick response and said, sure. So I sent them over to her and waited. She responded, "you certainly have a knack for storytelling, detailed, personalized, and hot!!" At that point, I knew she must have enjoyed the stories. I walked into her office and closed the door. No one else was scheduled to be in the office on Monday, which was a bonus for us. When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories."

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

"The other is about a foursome! Again, a married couple. They set up an orgy by inviting his two college roommates to visit. They have a bisexual reunion, of sorts, and include the wife. It's fucking hot!" Once we got there, we looked at a resort in North Carolina, they were working on. It was late Friday afternoon so the office was fairly sparse. There was no one at all in Laura's group, so Eric felt comfortable to talk about an encounter we had in his office. Of course, he had to go into detail about the dildo he kept in his desk. He looks around, smiles at the two of us and nods to Laura, "Where do you keep yours?" "You're such a damned tease...If you have to know, I keep it in my purse.

Disclaimer: This book contains explicit adult content, strong language, and themes of workplace dominance, power imbalances, and voyeurism. It is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. ✴️✴️ The steady click of Mila's heels against the floor sounded like a countdown. It was 8:45 PM on a stormy Friday evening, and the eighty-story headquarters of Kane Enterprises was entirely dead. Everyone else had gone home to start their weekend hours ago. Everyone except Mila, and the man whose shadow currently stretched across the frosted glass of the executive office.

I lapped up every drop, not stopping until she was whimpering from overstimulation. Finally, I rose, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She lay sprawled across her desk, hair messy, makeup ruined, chest heaving like she’d run a marathon. I leaned down, kissed the corner of her mouth, and whispered. “Now you know. I’m the one in charge.” Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and wet, and she whispered back, “Yes, Mara.” The office smelled of sweat, perfume, and sex, the air heavy with everything we’d just done. My body ached deliciously, my thighs trembling from how many times I’d come, but I still had Bernice pinned under me on the desk.

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?

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

And all because he couldn't tell her no when she told him to, “Please, please, be my partner for my next couple of pictures. I've always loved the idea of an erotic-themed photo.” But it baffled him that handling just her breasts could have elicited such response from him. He had had women thrown themselves at him - literally- and he'd been able to leave like nothing had happened. Jaz, Jaz, Jaz, She was saying beside him, “And I know you have some kinks - Fola told me- but I don't want any of that. I just want to be made love to.” She was talking in that rushy way that said she was ready to be rejected.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

“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.”