Office Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He slammed into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other tangled in my hair. “You like being used like this?” he grunted. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, sir, please, don’t stop, argghh” He slapped my ass hard, then rubbed it gently. “Dirty girl.” His cock hit deep, over and over, until I was right there again. “Come for me, Emma,” he growled in my ear. “Soak my cock with your juices.” And I did. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and wild and endless. My vision blurred, my thighs shook, and my scream was muffled by the sheets.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

He bent down and bit her nipple, making her yelp in pain-pleasure. The conference room windows showed the dark skyline, but no one could see in. They were alone in their violent, sweaty paradise. Ella’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as he drove her towards a ragged climax. He pulled her off the table onto the carpeted floor. They were both slick with sweat, their clothes in ruins. Otis lay back, pulling Ella atop him. “Ride me,” he said. “Ride me like you’re finally fucking free of all this corporate bullshit.”

“That’s it, baby… rub your messy little cunt on mine...oh fuck" Jessica’s back arched off the carpet, her full breasts bouncing with every frantic movement. Her moans grew higher, more broken, as the intense pressure on her clit pushed her closer to the edge. The filthy wetness between them, the sight of Claire’s body moving against hers, and the knowledge that Charlie was watching and stroking himself was too much. “I’m… I’m going to...” Jessica cried out, her body seizing up as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, fresh arousal mixing with Charlie’s cum as she came hard, grinding desperately against Claire’s heat.

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

He poured oil lightly at the back of her knees, trailing the fragrant essence down to her heel then the soles of her feet. Bobby then lifted one foot then took each toe gently, rubbing the aromatherapy essence in and around each one. Gina secretly shivered in delight at the stimulation. It felt very erotic. For the first time in all these years of going to massage parlors, she felt that each of her toes were directly connected to her clit. Each time Booby circled and pressed his on her digits, Gina felt her tiny nub twitch until the heat allowed some juice to peep through her pussy lips.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.