Sex At Work Stories Novels & Stories

It’s all about selfish interests. While my friends boast about their perfect boyfriends, engagements, pregnancies, or romantic getaways, I sit and smile like everything’s fine. But it isn’t. Not really. I’m tired of listening to their stories about candlelight dinners and passionate nights. Even at work, my colleagues gossip about their favorite sex positions like they’re swapping recipes — and I just sit there, the virgin among wolves. I don’t want love. But I do want sex — just once — and on my own terms.

I just discovered my boyfriend lied about women not having an orgasm, and my boss made me orgasm for the first time. Worse, Miles couldn’t get me to orgasm with his d*ck and Brian only did that with his fingers and lips. “No, just…...” He chuckles, “Can we at least be professional at the office? I really would want to lose control in that office because, trust me, you don’t want the office to hear you moan, do you?” I shake my head, which is a scandal, “Brian Beckett sleeps with his assistant during working hours, which is not a headline we want, sir.”

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

She tore off her clothes, her body desperate for his touch. "On your knees," he said. "Crawl to me." She crawled to him, her body trembling with need. She knelt at his feet. "Did you have a good day at work?" he asked, a smirk on his face. "It was... hard, sir," she whispered. "Good," he said. "Did you think I would let you cum at your desk? Like a dirty little slut in front of all your coworkers?" "No, sir," she said. "Your orgasms belong to me," he said, his voice hard.

"C'mon, you know you wanna. Sexy time at work is hot, yo." "And you'd know that... how?" "I worked at Subway last summer for a few weeks. My future boyfriend at the time Alex came by while I was working close one night and I jacked him off behind the counter. Asshole came without warning, too -- had to wipe the shit off in some old bitch's meatball parm." "I suppose I need not probe why you only lasted a few weeks." "Nah, manager didn't see anything. Old bitch caught me stealing from the register. Allegedly."

I tried to maintain professionalism each time, but no, he had a way of sliding through the cracked doors. “I like you, Charlotte,” Adrian said again, this time drawing his chair closer to the table while staring at my face, or maybe at my lips. I couldn't have cared less. “It would be quite nice to have an attractive man as your boyfriend, and I'm quite good in bed.” I rolled my eyes, burying my face deep into the file, yet I took a minute to glance at his cock , which was poking slightly. How big was it? This was it, the con of working for an organization that only serves the rich; you would always find advances like this, but this man, he was fast in deciding. It was just like he was holdi

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.