Office Smut Novels & Stories

You can go now" he said, and I left the office. My pussy still ached from what had happened in there; God, It happened? I remembered Mr Nora's words when she told me it was a position few people had ever held. Now I understood everything, that man was so fucking sexy, anyone would fall for him. Laura had already left; I remembered what Mr Jenkin had told me: I could go, but I wanted to finish a few things before leaving. I stayed there for a few more hours until he knocked on the door or at least I assumed it was him. Who else could it be? "Didn't I tell you to leave?" he asked, looking at my computer and my fingers typing on it. I wanted to finish all the work before I left, you know, becau

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

And also disgust. “The repulsive beings.” Smiley pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t even tell where did they go wrong.” Smart was nearly nauseated by thinking it alone. “A month working with them was enough experience for me.” Orange felt jittered because he did have experiences with them. “How?” Shadow feigned ignorance when Orange’s eyes fiercely bored at her head. “Don’t get me started. They are uncultured swine. I ought to dispose of them if only Black didn’t speak rationality into my head.”

The feeling was unfamiliar, which startled Jack. "Nice to meet you; I'm Sam, Adom's childhood friend." Sam said this and stared at Jack. He felt weird. He shouldn't. He could sense that he wasn't an alpha, and he was certainly not an omega, so what were these feelings? He tried to shake it off, but his eyes would be pulled to the tall, handsome beta every time, and when he looked, Sam would accidentally be looking too. He had a certain kind of aura around him that he felt. All over.

I bellowed. My voice echoed in the parking area sounding a little stupid and comical. But that was completely opposite to my mood right now. I have had enough. From the time my puberty hit and my second gender test result came out. I have been continuously hearing things like, "Omegas are whore", "Omegas are so slutty", "Why do they go around spreading their scent, trying to seduce everyone, how shameless". "Omegas are born to breed", "Omegas are scum".I am sick of hearing it. My life hasn't been all sunshine and daisies. I don't even get the treatment of a normal human being and these people think that they are achieving nirvana by demeaning us.

Matthias stood alone in his ruined office, the morning light now fully streaming through the tall windows. The heavy smell of sex still clung to everything, thick, musky, and impossible to ignore. Cum stains marked the desk where he had bent Paloma over, the couch where she had ridden his face, and patches on the floor from their repeated releases. He couldn’t bring in the regular cleaning staff. They were all loyal Redborne wolves. If they walked in and smelled this, the strongest pack in the world would be humiliated by their own Alpha’s weakness.

"Is this some kind of... open relationship?" "Geez!" Simon exclaimed, ready to throw hands. "I told you that I'm not cheating and it's just an outing with friends!" He placed his hands on his hips, brows raised in question. "And where did you learn that from?" Mike waved the phone in his hands. "The internet is free, you know?" "Shit," the omega hissed under his breath, closing his eyes. "They really need to censor what they put there." "Language!" his brother sang, sitting on the couch. "And you have to put money in the swear jar."

“My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.” “Please baby… just one quick visit?” His replies were short and frustrating: “Miss you too. Work is killing me. Soon.” By the third night, I was losing control. After my shift, I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I stripped completely naked, my skin flushed with heat. I positioned the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed so I could watch myself like a desperate slut. Legs spread obscenely wide, I worked three fingers in and out of my soaked pussy while my thumb circled my swollen clit. I was dripping everywhere juices running down my ass and staining the sheets.

Those words sent shivers down Olalekan’s loins that he had to run his hands through his buzz-cut. “Damn, baby you’re making me lose my mind!” His excitement made him sweat. “Keep moaning, my love. Keep screaming my name!” ASMR. A powerful thing. “Mmmhmmm, when are you coming over sweetie?” There was a knock on his office door. He had locked it. Fuck. “I’ll call you later.” He dropped the call and went to open the door. It was the director. “Any problem?” He walked into the office. “Sorry for disturbing you – in whatever thing you were doing.” He smelt semen.