Office Sex Novels & Stories

I wasn't ready to be the reason the family would break some more. Luckily, Maverick wouldn't be able to see him unless he was sitting in my seat, which I hoped wouldn't happen. He settled on the couch instead, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could smell the sex or his son’s cum lying on my back, gluing to my shirt. Office sex was a bad idea, but I liked it. The crawling feeling of being caught was exciting. “Wha… What brings you here?” I asked, trying my best to compose myself while my pussy throbbed for more.

I told her as I enjoyed her reaction as I kissed it. “Ten inches, as you asked. Are you watching Tate? I promised you could watch. Do you mind if he watches Knox? No? Good, show him how a real man fucks. “Now fuck me and make it good, really good.” To heighten the sexual tension and mutual pleasure, I smear oil over her ass cheeks then rub the insides of her thighs with my oily hands before I reach between her legs and tease her wet cunt lips with a finger. “That is a real turn on for me, so good. Now fuck me and make it good, really good,” she repeats.

I toss and turn all night as I consider the risks, not the least of which is my wife finding out. We've continued to have a very active sex life. We're not as flexible as we once were but we don't confine ourselves to the missionary position either. We have both always been addicted to oral sex. I'm not worried about whether I'll be able to give Angie several mind-blowing orgasms but I am worried about what they might say or tweet when this is over.

“It's medically okay to have sex with women in their period, but only with condoms to prevent any sort of STIs.” Her face softened and she flashed me a disarming smile. “I feel so desired by that idea, you know.” She pulled down my pants and reached for the condoms. Even though I had just talked myself out of this danger, my body still trembled at the thought of the grave mistake I had made with Olivia. Beatrice pushed her weight on me and started to kiss me all over my face. Like a prisoner taking an order from the warden, the sex felt like obligatory labour.

She removed my shirt to see my chest, and she started fingering it, and I was moaning, wanting more of it. Then I remembered I have a room in my office, so that we can have our sexual satisfaction. I took her inside the room place her on the bed, removing her skirt and I started licking her clitoris, we didn't bother to close the room door because we were too engrossed with the enjoyment. Then someone open my office door unexpectedly and she was staring at us in rage I left Isabelle underneath and she used her shirt to cover her breasts, she used her skirt to cover her laps.

“We had sex. You’ve had sex with dozens of women. This is not special.” “Stop lying.” Anger crept into his tone now. “To me. To yourself. What we shared was—” “Was what? Meaningful?” I turned to face him, letting all my carefully controlled emotion show. “You have women in this office weekly. Sometimes daily. You had one giving you oral sex hours before we had sex. What makes me different? What makes this anything other than another conquest?” He stood, his hands flat on the desk. “You know the answer to this.”