Erotic Stories Office Novels & Stories

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

Not wanting to get pregnant for him could only mean she's surely planning to ditch him in the future… Nonetheless, he didn't let the depressing thoughts stop him from doing what his body was dying to do. With their lips in a liplock and their hands erotically wandering all over each other's bodies, he pushed her back on the desk and got on top of her before plunging his throbbing erection into her oh-so-wet, tight, warm and ready pussy. It's so fortunate that the office walls were soundproof, or else, their ecstatic moans and groans might have reached the ears of some staff members as they kept on ravishing each other's bodies for a long, long time.

"I know but if you want us to do something it's better if we just do that in the packhouse. I'll give you everything and it's up to you what you want to do with me. Go back to your seat." I turned my face to him when he didn't move. I couldn't help but bite my lip when his breath hit my face. It seemed like something twitched inside my hole and it suddenly burst into tears. Again, I felt this feeling in my body that only Eros can create. "Do you know how thrilled it is when we play here in the office?" "Eros!" I scolded but he licked my lips. I felt butterflies on my stomach that seemed to open all the tickles in my body. "Our office door is locked. So don't worry, no one will caught us."

“I am all for teaching you, outside, Claire. If that is your thing.” “W-What? N-No,” I flushed, aware that he had only been teasing, yet unable to help myself. What on earth was I doing? I had asked myself that question two days ago, when I signed up on the Erotic Tutor website. The thought of an absolute stranger helping me be less frigid– as my ex had so graciously put it– was terrifying. Exciting, yes, but still terrifying. What if he is a serial killer? I nibbled on my bottom lip, eyeing him. What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt?

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 her very well. "It's not the scenes you need to highlight, but the story patterns they use," explains Ben, "Almost all local eroticism stories have bed scenes in common." 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 story, revolving around crotch matters.

Turns out that Russell fucked me once over his desk in his office and simply couldn’t get enough. Apparently, the whole experience had felt so good that the man wanted a repeat and he was willing to do anything to get it, not that he would have to do much to convince me considering the fact that I was almost just as willing as him…maybe even more so than him. I always considered office romances to be very hot and to think that I was living my own very office romance fantasy was nothing if not surreal. Oh, and the books definitely didn’t lie. Doing the nasty when knowing fully well that there were people close by and there was a high chance of getting caught made the sensations even more heig

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

“Oh! Miguel! Fuck me!“ I cry out and forgetting the order he gave me, I wrap my arms around him, I gasp helplessly as the strength of his length in me burns and pleases at the same time. “Yes…” he hisses and I clench down on him tightly, “sir…sir…oh fuck…” I call to let him know that my orgasm is near and he pulls me by the neck to join our mouths in a filthy kiss. The sound in the office are pure sin and chaos, the ending of a game we've played for so long. “I'm cumming inside you and you will take everything” he pulls away to say and I nod my head and tighten my walls to take it.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.