Workplace Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I spoke, ripping my eyes off the portrait, feeling heat crawl up my cheeks. “Well… where is he? Off on travel? What does he do?” I asked, trying to fill in the awkwardness. “Works in a law firm. And no… he’s at work right now… doing whatever he wants. Could be at a hotel… shagging one of his whores?” Anna spoke with such ease it was frightening. She poured herself another drink from the bar, handing a glass to me. “Aren’t you both… married… and happy?” I asked, taking the glass, knowing I might need some liquid courage for the first time in a decade.

"Doctor!" He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own release a hot, deep pulse as he buried himself deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a heavy, welcome blanket, his breathing harsh in her ear. They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies slick with sweat, the office a mess of torn clothes and scattered files. The smell of sex was thick in the air, a dirty, beautiful perfume.

"Tell me." Constance looked left and right, making sure no one was near enough to overhear. "Do you know Bridget?" "The receptionist on the fourth floor?" "Yeah, that's the one. There's a rumor that our Tommy boy does her in the copy room every Friday after lunch." "That's bullshit. They'd get caught." "Only if anyone wanted to catch them." "Besides, how stupid is it to have sex with someone from work? If it doesn't work out, you still have to see them every day. That would be awful."

His thrusts slowed as he released, becoming gentler, becoming satisfied. When it was over, we both remained motionless, his body curved against mine, completely connected. "We have twenty minutes before lunch break," he said, pulling out slowly. "I know," I said, standing on shaky legs. "People are going to wonder where we were," he said. "I know," I repeated. "Are you okay?" he asked. He pulled me against him, his arms wrapped around me from behind, completely unconcerned about his own nakedness. "No," I said. "I'm not okay. I just had sex with someone I work with in my company office during business hours. This is career suicide."

I came violently within seconds, squirting all over both cocks as my body convulsed. They kept going, switching between my holes, using every part of me. I lost count of how many times I came, screaming their names like a broken slut. Finally, they both buried themselves deep at the same time. “Take our cum,” Jax growled. Both men exploded inside me, flooding my pussy and mouth with thick, hot loads. Cum overflowed from my stretched pussy, running down my thighs onto the glass table. I was a trembling, cum-covered mess when Jax picked up his phone and showed me the screen. A new “workout plan” was displayed, daily sessions, multiple times per day, with very explicit notes.

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.”

And for the first time since I've known him, he looks lost. .. Back at my cabin, I pace like a caged animal. Katherine sits on the bed, her phone in her lap. "The audio is everywhere. The company group chat, social media—someone already posted it on T*****r." "Oh God." I sink onto the chair, putting my head in my hands. "But," Katherine continues carefully, "people are split. Some are calling it consensual. Some are calling it workplace harassment. It's... messy." "Of course it's messy." I look up at her. "It IS messy. I slept with my boss. Multiple times. In his office, in a motel, in his cabin—"

Thankfully, the dark web also had an email platform, and these women gave me their addresses so that I could contact them. I gathered the stories of Susanna, whose boss held the position of floor manager over her head until she finally agreed to perform oral sex on him. I contacted Marie, who had let two of her bosses touch her body despite how uncomfortable it made her, just so that she could get a raise that allowed her to stay in Packhaven rather than being shipped off to Southhaven.

“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.”

And the more she went on, as over-the-top as this had already gotten, the crazy things I had heard about her were starting to sound more believable. Obviously, I had heard that she had f*cked her way through a lot of men for financial gain, but those rumors were positively tame compared to some others I had heard. Among those things was that she had willingly performed a full-on strip tease on one of the desks down on the fifth floor during a Christmas party. I had also heard a rumor that someone had hired a really young bag boy straight out of college a few years back, and on his first day, he was caught f*cking Lisa in one of the supply closets. They were caught by one of the bosses, and a