Office Erotica Novels & Stories

He'd made her orgasm like a fucking ocean and she'd fallen asleep from the intensity and the strain of the party and using her powers. She'd woken up to the chill of the night, and when she realized that he wasn't in bed beside her, she'd gone looking for him only to meet such an erotic scene. Odessa walked into the room and closed the door gently behind her, she twisted the knob making sure it was locked and walked towards her beautifully erotic mate. His dick was hard, his hands were rubbing furiously, he was leaking precum badly, his eyes were tightly shut and his veins appeared to be popping out of his head.

After he was done, he sat down beside her, in front of the webcam, and began to rub her cunt in a circular motion slowly while touching himself. The girl squirmed as he tapped on her entrance, her legs began to close but he widened it. Her head leaned back in pleasure as he rubbed her wet entrance. She moaned loudly as he flicked her clit. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Open your eyes and look at me, little slut.” he groaned. The girl’s eyes opened slowly as she moaned uncontrollably. “Good girl,” he praised. “I want you to give our audience a good show. Show them what your pussy can do.”

"Come on my dick, baby. Soak it with your pretty little cum.” She screamed my name, her entire body trembling as she came apart on my dick. Her pussy clamped down so tightly that I could barely move inside her, her juices flooding out around me as she rode out her intense orgasm. It was fucking beautiful. The most erotic sight I'd ever seen.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

I answered truthfully, my fingers digging into the wood as he drove me to a mad orgasm. My knees shivered, and a loud shriek tore from my throat. I shook from pleasure, feeling every nerve in my body strain. He finally pulled out, immediately turning me around and making me sit on the chair again. My eyes were still shut as I relaxed on the chair, the spasms still travelling through me. I hadn't recovered, and every time I squeezed my thighs together and touched my clit, I would jerk like someone in an electric chair. Frederick pulled my legs apart and I finally opened eyes to look at him. He got down on his knees, holding my legs up and bringing his face to my pussy.

She moaned slightly at first but her moans got louder and louder the more he talked and touched her. As Oberon got further down her body he could smell that she was aroused and the droplets of sweat were forming at her pussy. Oberon got onto the bed between Rhonda's legs. Her pussy looked amazing and as the feather circled above her pussy it just looked so very juicy. Without thinking Oberon reached down and his hand found his neglected cock and started masturbating himself. He had done so on many occasions to pictures of her pussy so he seemed to forget where he was.