Sex At Work Stories Novels & Stories

you're a bit of a prude. ‎"I am not." How can I be a prude when I work as a phone sex operator? ‎"You are," he argued lightly. "When you had that one-night-stand after you and Ben broke up, you cried for three days." ‎My shoulders slumped and I mumbled, "I was ashamed." ‎"Well you shouldn't be," He spoke firmly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is beautiful. And fun." ‎"That's easy for you to say," I pointed out to him. "You're a man. Women get labelled and judged." And oh boy did I hate being judged. It's why I didn't tell people what I did for a living.

He was easy on the eyes too, with his fine dark skin and rightly muscled tall form, he was honest to God perfection. He was looking at her now, openly, no reservations. She had forgotten about those eyes. Steady unwavering eyes that could unnerve even the toughest person. She clenched her thighs tight together. “Why are you asking?” “These days, I find myself, um, in the mood for sex. Overwhelmingly so.” He did not blink, nor move his eyes away from her. “So I thought, why not? I didn't want to go for a sex worker. Health issues and stuff. And besides, it won't be —” She stopped.

I cried out as he resumed his movements, rougher this time—but oh, so satisfying. Yohan's movements against my back became faster and more intense, and my moans grew louder. I didn't care if anyone heard us now; all I could think about was how much I enjoyed what my husband and I were doing in my office. Damn! We were having sex in my goddamn office—during working hours! While the employees of this company were busy with their tasks, the CEO and the COO were engaged in a very different kind of work—one that was far more exhilarating.

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“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

“I reluctantly agree we shouldn’t do that again.” She smiled in spite of herself. Reluctantly agreeing was sweet of him. ~ Watching Rebecca dress in her borderline frumpy clothes was an exercise in frustration. Could Trey have backed himself into a worse corner? After all those years of fantasizing, now he knew how amazing real sex with Rebecca was . . . and he’d conceded they shouldn’t do it again. She was right of course. Sex in the workplace led to messiness and complications—neither of which he’d have shied from if his workplace weren’t already complicated from loving Zane.

Exhaustion hit, but pleasure overrode. Afterwards, he held me. “Double pay starts tomorrow. Pretend nothing at work.” I nodded. “Deal.” Our secret affair began. Days: professional. Nights: wild at the club or his penthouse. He’d bend me over desks after hours, whisper filth in messages via texts.

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.