Office Sex Fantasy Novels & Stories

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

My legs go numb, my thighs tremble. —Don't hold back any longer and give it to me. I want to feel you coming, sexi mikrí magissa! - He hisses in my ear while increasing the speed of his thrusts. My fantasy has come true. He just called me his sexy little witch! I'm coming. Oh no. No,no,no. Yes! I come. Looking into his eyes, those blacker than death eyes. Mhm. I bite my lip to keep from crying out loud, moaning like a cat in heat.

My fingers danced across the keyboard, its click sound lining the air as I typed “Becoming a slave to your male co-worker after losing a deal.” A lot of research popped up. Some talked about running errands and doing their share of work. While some crossed into the sexual terrain. I read a blog where the writer said that after losing a bet and becoming her co-worker's slave, they began having sex. He’d order her to suck his cock in the office and he would eat her pussy. As I read through the sex tale, I imagined Daniel. Him pulling my hair and ordering me to suck his dick. I remembered how his cock poked at me in the elevator.

"Kind of defeats the point of sex slavery, doesn't it? You're reading stuff about being sold to multiple men. Isn't it part of your fantasy to be used by more than one?" "You and Scott both? I can't believe you. It's a fantasy. Doesn't mean I want it for real." "I'm kind of a 'where there's smoke, there's fire' kind of girl. If you think about it, doesn't it give you a tingle to think multiple men could use you?"

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, obscene and primal. "Is this what you wanted?" Damien growled, one hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back. "Wanted your boss to bend you over his desk and fuck you like the desperate little sl*t you are?" "Yes!" Ella could barely think, could barely breathe. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "Yes, Sir!" His other hand came around to find her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her see stars. The combination of his cock driving into her and his fingers working her clit was too much. She felt the orgasm building, felt herself climbing higher and higher.

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this

He asked as he locked the doors and called Lana to let her know to hold all his calls and appointments for the next few hours. He lifted Celine as he grinned mischievously and plopped her butt on his desk, kissing her senselessly before he spoke. ‘Hmm… Did I ever tell you I’ve never had office sex before? In this office or any other office, for that matter.’ His arms roamed over her body, massaging her breasts over her clothes. ‘I always fantasized about doing it when I met you, and I wanted it right on my desk.’ ‘Max!’ she squealed as he undid her top and exposed her lace-patterned bra. ‘Ohhh, sexy,’ he grinned as he kissed the top of her bust.

My legs shook violently as the orgasm slowly built up. I pictured Mr. Sinclair bursting through the door, bending me over the sink, and slamming his thick cock into me from behind while calling me his filthy office slut. The fantasy pushed me over the edge. I came hard. My pussy clenched violently around my fingers as a powerful, gushing orgasm ripped through me. I squirted — actually squirted — warm fluid splashing against my palm and dripping down my trembling thighs. My knees buckled. I had to bite my arm to muffle the loud, broken moan that tore from my throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

“At least we will just have normal sex later. I mean, it’s our fourth anniversary—surely those three hundred sexual fantasies have all been accomplished.” Freya could not keep count of the unique sex experiences she had had. Over the years, Freya had been blindfolded while making love. They had quickies in public places like a dressing room or a restaurant bathroom. She had distracted him by giving her husband a head during a zoom meeting. At home, they had done it on top of the washing machine, their bedroom balcony, and had a few role plays. And yes, they had achieved the elevator fantasy. Kenneth had to close the Diamond Hotel in Freedonia and schedule a fifteen-minute power outage to mak