Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Office

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Don't pull out yet, boss. I want more. Fuck me again on the desk—use all my holes this time." Her words sent fresh heat through me, my cock twitching inside her cum-filled pussy as I held her there, already planning the next round in my corner office. I let Emily catch her breath on my lap, her cum-slick pussy still twitching around my half-hard cock as she panted against my neck. The office air hung thick with the scent of our fucking, her juices and my load mixing on my trousers. My hands roamed her ass, squeezing the red marks I'd left there.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor. She didn't hesitate. Her small, soft hands wrapped around me, her touch making my vision swim. When she took me into her mouth, the heat was so intense I nearly lost my footing. She was enthusiastic, messy, her eyes looking up at me through her lashes with a bold, provocative stare that told me she wasn't the innocent student she played in the halls. She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office.

If anyone had told me a month ago that I would be fucking Tom Brandy almost everyday of my life? I would believe it . At all. We fuck everywhere you can think of, everywhere. At work, at a shoot, even in crazy places I'd never have thought of fucking at. It was Thursday today, I opened my email and realized my transfer had been approved. It was then I remembered that I applied for a transfer to another office because I didn't know how to look him in the eyes, shoot !

My button-down sweater was left open and I took my time walking over to his office. When I was in front of it, I took a deep breath. I was about to risk my education this evening, but I’d caught him staring at my legs before. I’d seen his gaze lingering on my ass when I turned around. I was pretty confident he wanted me, but just couldn’t initiate it. That was okay. I would help him. My fingers rapped against the mahogany door twice. “Come in,” his deep voice sounded from inside. I smoothed invisible wrinkles on my skirt and pushed open the door. When I closed it behind me, I didn’t forget to turn the lock before facing him.

and kept his schedule running like a well-oiled machine. But after hours, the rules changed. The office became their playground. One evening, he called her into his office and made her sit on his desk, her legs spread. He sat in his chair and just looked at her for a long time, his gaze a physical touch. Then he made her touch herself, her fingers sliding into her wetness while he watched, stroking his cock. He made her describe, in explicit detail, what she was doing, what she was feeling. She came on his desk, her body shuddering, her juices slick on the polished wood. He made her clean it up with her tongue before he fucked her.