Office Sex Novels & Stories

she protests, trying to put space between us. “So? No one gets in here without my permission.” “You said months ago you wanted to keep things professional.” “And I do,” I say with a grin, lifting her skirt and caressing her bare thigh, “but that rule only applied to mistresses I don’t have. You, on the other hand, are my wife. So office sex is totally allowed.” “I respect my workplace. I don’t want people saying—” “That you sleep with the boss to get perks?” I tease, brushing my lips over hers.

Sophie asks, with a smile. “Wait, lock the door and come here,” I tell her. “Really?” Sophie smiles, locking the door. She takes off her shirt as she walks closer. My eyes go wide. She steps out of her pants, and I unbuckle mine quickly. “This wasn’t what I had in mind, but I’m not saying no.” I say as she stands in front of me. I play with her clit and nipples until she cums. She takes me in by straddling me on my chair. She moves so perfectly. I hold her in place and thrust up. We fuck like animals in my office chair, both climaxing at the same time.

That made him let out a low laugh as he tipped my chin up with a hand underneath my chin. “Was that why you were so excited to come here with me?” He mused and I nodded my head in response, because that was certainly one of the reasons why. “Why do you even suddenly want to have sex in an office? It’s the same thing as doing it at home.” He breathed out and I glared at him. “It’s not, it’s completely different. It says that it brings around a different thrill and I wanna experience it.” “What says?” He asked curiously.

Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly. “I would like to fuck you like this. Imagine the two of us in that playroom.” Her breath hitches. “It means we will have sex in the open?” she asks me wide eyed. I take her palm and kiss her fingers. “No… Sex on stage is not tolerated. Although players can have sex in playrooms… Like they are having.”

I leaned back in the deep leather chair of my private office, the late afternoon light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen, a deliberate choice to help clients feel both grounded and safe. My name is Dr. Adrian Hale. For the last six years I have practiced a form of sex therapy that most traditional therapists would never dare. I do not simply talk about intimacy. I create it. I guide my clients through their blocks, fears, and inhibitions by sharing physical connection with them, always with clear consent, strict boundaries, and their complete agency. The body remembers what words alone o

Hand job (giving) — 5 Hand job (receiving) —5 Anal sex (giving) — 4 Anal sex (receiving) —5 Anal plugs (small) — 5 Anal plugs (large) — 4 Vibrators — 5 Fisting (giving) — 2 Fisting (receiving) —3 Rimming (giving) — 5 Rimming (receiving) —5 Double penetration (giving) — 2 Double penetration (receiving) —3 Triple penetration (giving) — 2 Triple penetration (receiving) —2 Forced masturbation — 5 Phone sex — 5 Multiple partner sex — 3 Outdoor sex — 3 Orgasm control — 5 Deep throating (giving) — 5 Deep thrusting (receiving) —5 Sensation play Scratching (giving) — 4 Scratching (receiving) —4 Biting (giving) — 4

Sonia felt her hormones were rising and the gentle touch of his lips and hand on her breasts made her grow wet the more. She held his free hand, guiding it down to her thighs. She shifted her gown high with one hand, while the other hand, which held Luci's, guided it to her V area. She touched his hand on her panties and he felt her wetness stained on it. Luci rubbed her wetness against his finger, causing her to cum more than she already has. She moaned, and he loved the way she did that. He pulls her panties down to her thigh so that he can have dominion of her sensitive area without any obstruction.

He unhooked my bra with a swift movement and placed me on the neat table, my legs spread wide with him in between. "Are you ready to have your first office sex?”

She just held on. “You weren’t wrong,” she whispered. “You were perfect.” “Then what—” Claire swallowed hard against his palm, her eyes finally flashing with the truth. "Because sex with you was basic, Chris! It was boring. We have had the same sex since the day we got married—missionary, lights off, you ask me if I’m okay every thirty seconds. You stop if I make a sound that sounds even slightly like discomfort. You treat me like I am made of glass.” She shook her head, her voice cracking.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.