Erotic Stories Office Novels & Stories

At 10:30 pm, just as I was about to retreat to my small servant’s quarters on the ground floor, his text lit up my phone. Derick: My office. Now. Wear only the uniform. No panties. My heart raced as I climbed the stairs. The mansion felt different at night,quieter, more dangerous. I knocked softly on the heavy oak door of his home office. “Come in.” He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The room smelled of leather, whiskey, and power. A bottle of expensive scotch sat beside him. “Lock the door,” he ordered without looking up from his papers. “Then get on your knees and start cleaning the shelves behind me.”

Our bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing against each other. "My turn," I whispered against her lips, sliding off the desk to push her back onto it. A knock came on her office door making my heart drop. "Oh no", I muttered as our eyes locked for a brief moment.

“Fuck me harder, Mr. Evans.” His voice was a low growl, his hands gripping my hips like he owned them. “You don’t get to call me that when you’re bent over my desk, Claire. You call me Sir.” The mahogany surface was cold against my cheek. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my blouse ripped open. His thrusts were punishing, each one a deliberate conquest. I could feel every ridge of him inside me, stretching, claiming. The office air was thick with the smell of us—sweat, expensive cologne, and raw need.

She remembered the sound of his voice in the dark boardroom. She arrived at the office at 8:00 AM. The hallways were quiet. The cleaning staff had already been through. As she walked past the boardroom, she stopped. The door was open. The long, dark wood table was shining. It looked clean and innocent. But Clara knew better. She remembered lying flat on that wood, her legs spread wide, while her boss licked her until she cried. She felt a sudden heat between her legs just thinking about it. "Is there a problem with the table, Clara?"

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

I never came into his work as I was usually at school or at a friend's place during the weekend but offering a nice gesture to bring his document in for him opened my eyes to the little secrets he was hiding. For some reason I couldn’t control myself. I was staring and couldn’t look away, watching them together. Watching as his large hands gripped her throat as he fucked her so hard that my pussy clenched and throbbed. The way he was thrusting in and out of her was effortless and his cock seemed to penetrate her deeply. The erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the massive office room and I had stood by the door, spellbound. I knew there was something about Henry my attractive step-fa

I feel flushed, blushing like a schoolgirl, but this time I lean into it, I let the ache take over. My pussy is already leaking, soaked from nothing more than being near his desk. And the worst part? I want to touch myself here. In his office. On his desk. I want to imagine what it would feel like if he were here, watching me come apart for him. I walk up to his desk, slowly circling it until I’m perched right where he would sit down to work. My legs part slightly, skirt tightening across my thighs as I fantasize about him sitting back in his chair and watching me.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

"I can see your smile. Fuck! you love this, don’t you? Your tits feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. Look at how they bounce, all flushed and needy." He reached down, pinching one nipple hard, making her gasp as he continued to slide through her cleavage. The erotic sight of his thick shaft disappearing into her soft flesh, emerging shiny and slick, drove him wild, the taboo act making her drip onto the floor beneath her. Unable to hold back, Adam pushed her gently but firmly, her back hitting the counter behind her with a soft thud. He came down over her, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.