Sex At Work Stories Novels & Stories

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.

"How about your quality of life? Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend." "For sex I like boys, for company I like girls. You see the issue. Sex is only here at work, I guess that is all the intimacy I get. Some of the guys lift the spirits. Some of the girls are my friends, we go out like regular not-sex-working people. With one exception I have not had cock in my good place since I have been here." "Can you tell me what happened? This is not a trap."

You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning." It could start in my office with a pointless benign argument involving me and my girlfriend. The usual classic cliche shit. Maybe we'd throw in a sex scene after the argument, you know, spice things up a bit. Or maybe after the argument and sex, I get an epiphany and decide to break up. It's not you, it's me. It's what's best for both of us. Well, I'm going to have to disappoint you there because I'm not in my office. I'm not even in town.

Used by the Entire Front Row: A Public Gangbang for the Wife Torn Wide Open: My First Time With Three Cocks The Forbidden Betrayal: Sucking Off My Husband’s Worst Enemy Pussy Ruined: Stretched Beyond Recognition for His Pleasure The Neighbor’s Wife, My Daily Pussy: A Seduction Through the Flimsy Wall Office Hours & Hard Cocks: Stretching Her Ass on the Executive Desk The Girl Next Door is a Slut: Stuffed Until She Screams Boardroom Betrayal: Using My Boss’s Pussy While He’s on a Call The Neighbor’s Gangbang: I Watched Them Ruin Her Ass After-Hours Desperation: My Intern’s Tight Pussy, My Boss’s Thick Cock Shared Secret: The Neighbor’s Massive Cock, My Wife’s Spreading Legs The Promotion: Dee

Chapter 3: I Let My Lesbian Boss And Coworkers Ruin Every Hole Vanessa’s fingers are still buried deep inside me when she whispers the words that seal my fate. “On your back, Emma. Spread your legs for your boss.” My hands shake as I obey. Tears sting my eyes even as fresh slick drips down my ass. I’m engaged. This is cheating. This is career suicide. But my thighs fall open anyway, exposing my swollen, dripping pussy to her hungry gaze.

He fucked her with raw, emotional strokes until both of them came, shaking, her name and his mixed together. Afterward they sat on the floor with their backs against the desk and talked seriously. The age difference. The department. The fact that the old power imbalance no longer existed but the memory of it still lived in both of them. The conversation was honest, adult, and free of the old roles. Neither of them looked away. That night Steven had Debra on her hands and knees in his bed. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip, he drove into her with deep, steady thrusts.

"No, I won't, even if you ask and I like your little titties." Kate blushes right down to her chest, "Thank you." She gets up and walks around the room as she talks, nervous, "I had a man on the other side, older, he was my first and I discovered I liked sex a lot, couldn't get enough. Then his wife caught us, and I had to leave. Sean got me this job; I owe him everything. But I was so fukin' horny all the time." "I understand. My ex-wife was a sex freak. We did it all the time, all over. But I wasn't enough. She got caught in a sixty-nine with a high school senior. We were both teachers and both got fired and blackballed."

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

"Fuck your secretary like you own her. Split me open on that dick. I want to feel you in my guts. Cum inside me—fill your slut's pussy with every drop." I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them as I pounded upward without mercy, my cock slamming into her cervix with each savage stroke. The office smelled of sex, her arousal thick in the air, her moans turning into filthy screams. "Yes, boss, fuck me like the needy bitch I am! Your cock feels so fucking good stretching my hole. Don't stop—ruin me!"

Ella's POV. Today was another night this week that I had to work late with my boss, Damon. Though it'd been 2 years since I started working for him as his personal assistant, the lust and the arousal that bloomed between my legs whenever we were in his office together never ceased. Especially during the late-night hours. Tonight, however, was the night I finally wanted to make my move on my boss. He was everything that'd make a woman go on her knees and surrender her body to him for sweet torture.