Workplace Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Now I was dealing with a rising tide of fear. I had just had sex at work… …in the company boardroom, where I wasn’t supposed to be… …with a complete stranger I’d only known for two hours. Not even two hours. A gorgeous, charming stranger… but still. Two hours. On the boardroom floor. For which I was absolutely, definitely, positively, without a question going to get fired. This wasn’t me. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. On the other hand… it had been incredible…

If people found out about this, things wouldn't look good, I couldn't let this happen again, this would be the last. " We can't let this happen again," I told him and he looked at me as if I was being too dramatic. " Come on, it's just sex." Then I am sorry to burst your bubble but I'm not going to be your sex buddy I didn't say that instead, I said; " Wait until people find out I'm having sex with my boss, I would never hear the end of it so please can we forget this ever happened, I am your secretary and you're my boss, let it stay that way please."

a topic for their discussion? I took a deep breath and told myself that workplace gossip was the norm, not the exception. "How crazy was their sex? Like, can you imagine being so untamed you leave your woman in that state?" "I really envy her. I wish my man could last more than minutes!" I frowned. "True that! I really wish mine could fuck me so hard I can't even walk straight!" "I mean, you guys have someone at least. Me? Heh." "That's rough, girl. Come on, we should get back to work."

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.

At this rate, we will waste half a bottle of vodka tonight. “Question,” I state. The ladies laugh at my party game. They know I am trying to keep the conversation interesting. “Ever have sex in a public place?” After two martinis and a shot of vodka, this should be interesting. “I had hot sex in the hospital utility closet,” Reagan confesses. “And doctors’ quarters.” “We’ve christened the office at the restaurant and my in-law’s bathroom at a family function,” Martha brags. Kennedy confesses a story of sex in Jackson’s room before a frat house party.

“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.

My fingers danced across the keyboard, its click sound lining the air as I typed “Becoming a slave to your male co-worker after losing a deal.” A lot of research popped up. Some talked about running errands and doing their share of work. While some crossed into the sexual terrain. I read a blog where the writer said that after losing a bet and becoming her co-worker's slave, they began having sex. He’d order her to suck his cock in the office and he would eat her pussy. As I read through the sex tale, I imagined Daniel. Him pulling my hair and ordering me to suck his dick. I remembered how his cock poked at me in the elevator.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.

Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good. I loved his cock. He loved my cunt. We had five to seven videos together and the viewers loved it, so Jayson paid me for another bonus. I actually love this job. I am being satisfied on sex and they are paying me well as well. It was better than to stay at home and wait for my husband’s little cock. “Are you free tonight? I want another round.” Caleb whispered to me after cumming in my pussy. I wrapped his cock around my fingers, he moaned. The director already said cut but we still want more.