Sex At Work Stories Novels & Stories

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

I crooned. I already had Alex naked on her bed when Gary and Maria arrived. It was a synch to get Gary to participate in my little sex romp that I have planned. But it took some doing to convince Maria that she’d not be fired from her job after having a sexual romp with her boss’s lover. It also took some careful persuading to allow her husband to hump Alex right in front of her. Because she was fully aware that Gary has sampled Alex’s charms on several occasions over the past year, she was hesitant to have to witness it herself.

Victoria grabbed her hips and started thrusting, steady and deep the sound of skin slapping filled the office,every push rubbed the base against her own clit, sending sparks through her body,she reached around and rubbed Laura's clit fast. "You're mine now," Victoria growled, fucking her harder. "Not his,Mine." Laura cried out as she came again, her pussy squeezing the strap-on tight, juices squirting down her thighs,Victoria didn't stop she kept going until her own orgasm hit, making her grind deep and shudder against Laura's back. They collapsed together, sweaty and tangled,Laura turned and kised her softly this time, almost shy. "I didn't know it could feel like this," she whispered. "But

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

He eventually asked. "No," I told him. "So I had two men have sex with me while I was tied up in a BDSM room at work, and then I slept with the older woman, her submissive and then her husband. Then I had sex with three men at one time. Then I... pegged a man while in that BDSM room. Finally, I had sex with my female friend and two other men at the same time." Oh god, that felt good to get off my chest. But I wasn't quite done.

They get the regular, strong income. That makes for jealousy. I didn’t know anyone who did that job because they truly enjoy it. Really, having sex with numerous men wasn’t fun. It was not the kind of thing that makes you bounce out of bed excitedly on a morning. That was the bottom line, and the only thing that sweetened the fact you’re a fucking toy for whoever buys you is the money they pay. It wasn’t irrational to believe that one of the girls I worked with for the last couple of years would have broken the story.

“How about that?” Rule number one in the life of a woman who cannot maintain herself in serious relationships: Never, under any circumstances, tran with men who are part of her workplace. Even if they have the ideal physique, a trembling smile on their legs and an aphrodisiac voice. It has never been a novelty that satan has always been trying to weaken our flesh by creating a human being who screams at sex. Tyler Campbell was one of such sinful works. “Good try, Ty”, I replied, laughing. “Maybe the other day.”

He sat up, sucking on her nipples while she ground against him, until they both came in a messy, shuddering climax. But secrecy came with cracks. A colleague almost caught Maya leaving Julian’s office one afternoon. She had to duck into a bathroom to fix her smudged lipstick. Rumors began circulating in the department about the professor spending more time in closed-door meetings. Maya’s roommate noticed her frequent late nights and started asking questions. One evening, after particularly passionate sex where Julian had gone down on her for what felt like hours until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess, then fucked her slow and deep in missionary so they could look at each other the ent

Chapter 3: Ryan’s Fat Cock Ruining My Tied-Up Hole While the Servers Watch I broke. The words poured out of me like cum, desperate and filthy, bouncing off the humming servers. “Please Ryan… I need your thick IT cock ruining my hole. Fuck me raw right here. Stretch me open and breed me deep. I’m your coworker slut. Use me. Please.” Ryan groaned low and dirty, the sound vibrating through his chest against my back. He didn’t tease anymore. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed every thick inch inside me in one brutal thrust.