Erotic Stories Office Novels & Stories

Ethan The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

Author's Notes: Thank you for supporting my work and making it this far. I really hope you loved and enjoyed the stories in this book. This next sequel of compilations contains a plethora of raw, hot sizzling erotic romance/mafia stories that will keep you on the edge of your SEAT. It's not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you'd be stuck into this new captivating world. It's going to be very much interesting and I hope you would love it.

“Finally awake, Tsuki Miki? “Said the man behind him and just like that a light bite and the other two got up from the bed and sat on a chair with their legs spread and masturbating pumping their cock each one. That voice, that sinful voice, full of dark pleasure and promise. Tsuki Miki stiffened, filled with fire he knew there would be the next round, his eyes. Where their cocks were showing big enough to hurt. So, he had one rounder, it was very good, that's how he traded. In the midst of the negotiation, he got after hours of sex, he got to claim what they didn't want before. Sometime later. Petrópolis the city of Pindorama was hit consecutively, sometimes followed by a curse that wiped t

“You’ve been dripping for me all morning, haven’t you? Thinking about your boss’s cock while you sat at your desk like a proper little secretary.” I push back against his hand, moaning shamelessly. “Yes… I’ve been wet since I woke up. Please, sir… I need more.” He adds a third finger, fucking me harder while his thumb rubs my clit in fast circles. The wet, obscene squelching sounds fill the office. I cum hard on his hand, biting my arm to muffle my scream as my pussy gushes all over his fingers. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fingering me through the orgasm, drawing it out until I’m shaking and whimpering. Then he pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips.

"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

My hands were shaking… but that didn't stop my mind from being full of dirty pictures again… God his big hands on my body, his hard cock pushing between my legs I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back even stronger Finally, I stood in front of his office door. It was a beautiful golden brown colour. I raised my hand and knocked softly. My knuckles made a small sound on the wood. And I waited. No answer I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing My mouth felt dry and my nipples were hard under my blouse because I was having bad thoughts about him again. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. This man was very dangerous for my body and sanity

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.