Office Sex Story Romane & Geschichten

“Of course. I’m meeting him tomorrow morning and won’t be back until Monday before our ten o’clock class.” “Damn, you’re gonna get that pussy stretched and pounded all weekend,” I say, grinning wide. “Hmm hmm, with some extra cash on top,” she replies, biting her lip. “Have you two explored any kinks yet?” I ask, leaning closer across the table. “No, I don’t think he’d be into a threesome,” she answers quickly. “I wasn’t asking about a threesome. Do you ever think about exploring sex with a girl… maybe even with your boyfriend involved?” I push, keeping my voice low and dirty.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

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.

Cum overflowed around my shaft, leaking out with each small twitch of my hips as I held her pinned, the intense release rocking through us both. Her body quivered under mine, still pushing back weakly for more even as I stayed buried deep, my hand stroking her spine tenderly now while the aftershocks rippled. The office air hung thick with the scent of sex, our heavy breaths mixing as I leaned down to nip her ear. "Good girl," I murmured, already feeling my cock twitch inside her, ready to start all over again with her desperate body still bent and waiting.

His grip slackened for a second before he regained himself. “In that case,” his eyes trailed on me, “I want you to remember that I don't do gentle sex. I make love in a dangerous way. If you want to stop the act, just let me know.” He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, they were apologetic. “Although I can't promise you I can stop once I start.”

Knox stood outside the apartment door, his heart banging hard in his chest like a drum. It was exactly eight o’clock. He had stared at the clock in his dorm for the last hour, counting down the minutes. After what happened in her office yesterday, he couldn’t stop thinking about Professor Layla Adams, the way she sucked him off like she needed it more than air, and the way her pussy gripped him tight while she rode him on that desk. He could still feel her cum on his fingers, still taste her on his tongue. His cock was already half-hard just from the memory.

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps you could help me write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?” Initially I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Conversely his p**n stories were very exciting and covered many sexual themes I was unfamiliar with. We quickly became lovers, Cecil introducing me to a whole new diverse range of sexual pleasures, though after a while I sensed his interest in me was waning. “Have you read any of my stories involving Sarah?, Cecil asked me one day.

Her whole body shook, sweat-slick, the room thick with the scent of sex. “Come for me, Mummy… come with my cock in your ass,” I ordered, smacking her cheek again, the sting making her clench harder. She shattered—screaming my name, ass spasming around my shaft, pussy squirting onto the sheets. The sight, the feel, dragged me over—I slammed deep and came, flooding her ass with hot, thick ropes, pulsing endless until we both collapsed, trembling, wrecked. I stayed buried inside her, kissing the sweat on her spine.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.