Workplace Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing

"Let me see - Monday was sex-free which was rather remarkable." "Tuesday I had sex with three women, Wednesday it was four, Thursday was four, Friday there was only one though I did have sex with her on two separate occasions. I had sex before showing up here this morning and she might still be at my place for a repeat performance if we wrap this up quickly," I detailed. "When do you find time to work, or do you prematurely ejaculate?" Ursula frowned. "Most of those encounters happen off the clock," I insisted. "He's fucking our teachers," Europa volunteered. Gee, thanks Europa.

I kicked off my heels. I slipped out of my tight work trousers. Then I removed my underwear. I curled up on the sofa. I let myself relax. Audio slows me down. It turns everything into an experience. I like letting the story unfold. I don’t rush it anymore. This time, I picked a workplace story. Two coworkers giving in to temptation. They were on a work trip. A hotel made everything easier. I didn’t grab my vibrator. I wanted to take my time. I put on my headphones. I let the story pull me in.

"Don't make a sound." I try to obey. Try to muffle my screams against his palm. But he's so big, and the pressure is so intense— He pulls out. Slams back in. Harder. Deeper. Then in again and out again. Shoving into my swollen dripping pussy with reckless abandon as I squeezed him. Milking every bit of him. "Squelch. Squelch. Squelch," The squelching sound fills mine and Marks kitchen. "You're so tight," he groans. "So fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me."

Poor thing hadn't had much action since my last boyfriend and even then, the only thing it had felt was pain and disappointment. ‎ ‎My head was a different story. It was telling me how I could get into serious trouble for this. Jane didn't like any relationships between workers and clients. Thought that it could be tempting to give them free 'sessions', or favouring the caller over others. She was strictly all work and no play. ‎ ‎Dread swirled in my stomach. I'd done a really bad thing even if it had been ridiculously mind blowing. I'd gotten myself in a bit of a pickle really. Julian wanted a repeat and if I denied it to him now, he could tell Jane about what I did.

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

I walked out of that café with a big smile, my pussy still throbbing and leaking. Work was torture. All I could think about was cock and orgasms. During lunch I went to the high-end sex shop a few blocks away. I’d been there before, and they have private “testing booths” in the back for serious customers. The guy behind the counter was new, tall, and muscular with dark eyes. He looked me up and down when I walked in, like he could smell how horny I was. I browsed the shelves, picking out a massive realistic dildo, even thicker than the one I used in the café, and a powerful wand vibrator. My hands were shaking with need. The attendant came over.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going. ‎Thanks so much for your support 💯 ‎

The only things they give are empty promises, sweet lies, and fake forevers… This creature of sin had also started with a lie — erectile dysfunction and playing hard to get, just to shake my womb to numbness. I let the thought slide, my eyes giving his rod of sin one last look before leaving with my heels in my hands, not making a sound. --- STORMS CO 7:00 AM Seems the news had gone viral already. My co-worker looked at me with pity. “No more wedding, is it?” “Let me be, Mark.” I rolled my eyes at my desk partner, a burning headache seeping through. I hadn’t even had proper sleep because of sex?—and now I was getting questioned by everyone.

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.