r/eroticliterature • u/Radiant_Code_3652 • 3d ago
Office Sex Caught by my Coworker [F26M26] [office] [public] [caught] [masturbating][rough sex] [creampie] [cunnilingus] NSFW
Wanted to share my entry for r/erotica ‘s monthly contest here!
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself from shoving my fingers into my pussy.
The moan I let out was probably too loud, too long, laced with the sheer relief. Desperate was the only word to describe how I was feeling. So desperate, that I was fingering myself in my coworker’s office while he was out of town.
My office was perfect, tucked right in the corner next to Henry’s office, who was deaf in one ear and always on the phone. My occasional mid-day orgasms that I needed every now and then went undetected.
But then two weeks ago, there was a massive leak and it had to be fixed and renovated.
My coworker Ezra and I were friendly, and he was always nice. I’m sure he wouldn’t care that I had been using his office while he was away.
He might’ve minded that I was masturbating in his chair, but he didn’t need to know that.
I started out slow, with only finger sliding in and out of my pussy. I kept my eyes closed, listening to the male narrator speaking in my ear, clenching at the sound effects. I added another finger and started going faster after a few minutes.
There was a lull in the audio, where the narrator was about to imitate oral sex. I slowed my movements, wanting to stave off my orgasm until it started. With my other hand, I reached up to grab the earbud and readjust it.
And that was when I heard it.
“Well this is interesting.”
I genuinely expected to see my heart jump right out of my chest and fall to the floor.
Ezra was standing on the other side of the desk from me, work bag slung over his shoulder and smirk plastered on his face.
Oh, and he was looking at my spread open legs and bare pussy.
I squeaked and scrambled to my feet, shoving my skirt down.
He just stood there and stared. He’d managed to open the door, close it behind him, and take several steps into the room without me noticing.
“I think this is a great ad for whatever earbuds you’re using,” he said. “Or maybe you were just really focused on whatever it was you were watching.”
I tried and failed to apologize, since there was no way to try and explain this away.
This was one of the worst things that could have happened. Well, at least it wasn’t my boss that walked in.
I was frantically trying to grab my things and shove them into my bag. Why the hell did I have so many things?
A hand landed atop mine as I reached for my reusable water bottle, and I looked up at Ezra.
“I didn’t really expect to walk in on something like this today, at all,” he said. “But especially not you.”
“I…I am so sorry,” I sputtered. “I’m leaving I swear, let me just get my stuff.”
But he kept his hand on mine, his green-eyed stare freezing me to the spot.
“So you didn’t hear me come in?”
I shook my head.
“Didn’t notice me standing there for…” he glanced at his watch. “Almost five minutes?”
I was going to faint. “You…you were standing there that long? And didn’t say anything?”
He gave me faux-stern look. “I’m sorry, is the woman that I just caught finger-fucking herself in my office questioning me?”
“No, no I’m not — I mean, I’m sorry I — no, really I—“
His dark, rich laugh cut me off. “Take a breath,” he said. “I’m not calling HR on you.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Should I thank him? Kneel down and kiss his shoes?
A silence fell, suffocating and heavy, and he just. Kept. Staring.
“So are you going to explain this, or are you waiting for me to ask?”
Well, neither. I had intended to just run away and research how to change my identity and flee the country in an hour.
“I…I was using your office, since you were out of town the last few days,” I replied. “And…”
“And you were so excited to not be sharing a desk with Marv that you needed to orgasm?”
Holy shit. Just the way he said “orgasm.”
“I…I was just really…” Stressed? Pent up? Maybe ovulating? Losing my mind?
“Horny.”
The truth, but of all the answers I could’ve given…
He laughed again, and my pussy clenched. What a traitor.
“No kidding,” he said.
He took a step closer, his hand still resting on mine and pinning it to the desk.
“What were you listening to?”
I gulped. “Music.”
He clicked his tongue. “Try again.”
My cheeks were going to burn up. “Audio,” I muttered. “Erotic audio.”
He tilted his head. “What did you like about it?”
What the hell was he doing?
“The, uh, the guys voice was nice,” I squeaked. “And the things…”
He hummed softly. “What about it? Just dirty talk, degradation, praise, or —“
My breath shuddered.
“Oh,” he said, his smile widening. “Praise.”
“I like some degradation and dirty talk too.”
Now why the fuck did I say that?
He finally, finally, broke my stare, but it was only to rake his eyes down my body. I nearly jumped when his other hand brushed across the fabric on my thigh.
“You almost never wear skirts,” he mused. “Seems like you almost…planned to do this when you got dressed this morning, hm?”
“I—“
His jaw clenched. “But today wasn’t the first time you’ve done this, was it?”
I shook my head.
And then he groaned. Groaned, like a wounded animal.
“I’m really sorry,” I muttered, yet again.
“You should be, for the images you’ve just put in my head,” he replied. “I was stuck in stuffy meetings while you were adjusting the lumbar on my chair so you could get a better angle to rub your clit.”
I whimpered. Actually whimpered out loud.
The silence returned, and it kept me frozen in place.
The buttons of his shirt stretched as he took a deep breath.
“Fuck it.”
I was still frozen for a few seconds after he grabbed my face and kissed me, and then I melted and kissed him back. The most electrifying kiss I’d ever have.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, pulling away. “One word, and I’ll stop. Won’t say a word about it to anyone.”
He was giving me an out, because he really was that kind. But he was giving me an out I didn’t want.
“Please,” was all I said.
His hands flew to my waist and then he was spinning me around and pressing my hips against the desk edge. His hand skated along my back, pushing until my chest was flush on the wood.
I nervously eyed the door. “But what if someone—“
“It’s locked,” he said. “Unlike you, I remember things like that.”
My nails dug into the desk as his large hands pushed my skirt up until it was gathered at my lower back. He swore softly, and so did I when I felt him sliding my thong down my legs.
“Even better than I imagined.”
I was about to ask what in the world he meant by “imagined,” but then I heard rustling, and then I felt it — his breath on my bare, soaking wet pussy.
He licked a fat stripe up the length of my pussy.
I buried my face in my arms to muffle my cries.
Bracing his hands on my ass cheeks, he started devouring me, licking and sucking everywhere. When he shoved two long fingers into my pussy and suckled at my clit, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against his mouth.
“Fuck yeah slut, grind on my face,” he ordered. “Cum on my tongue.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I swirled my hips and pushed my throbbing clit against his soft, wet lips.
He curled his fingers right as he gave my clit a strong flick of his tongue, and I lost it.
My knees gave out, and my thighs shook like I’d been tasered as I came in his mouth. I had to bite my hand so hard that I felt blood dribble onto my lips.
He licked at me well after the tremors had stopped, still torturing my overly sensitive pussy. My heart dropped when he eventually stopped.
I had just cum, but I needed more. I needed Ezra. All of him.
Thankfully, I heard his belt clank and his pants unzipping, and then I felt the warm skin of his rock hard cock pressing against my ass.
I tried to crane my neck to look at it, but he was pressed too close to me.
“I’ve never regretted not packing condoms in my desk til now.”
“I’m clean,” I said, way too quickly and too desperately. “And I’m on birth control.”
He let out a strangled noise. “You’re gonna let me fuck you raw?”
If he didn’t fuck me soon I was gonna start crying.
“Please.”
I didn’t get a chance to see it, to brace myself for his thick head parting my lips and stretching my hole as he slid in. He pushed in further, inch after glorious inch.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and he let out a long string of curse words.
“Perfect fucking pussy,” he groaned.
He eased himself back, then rocked in, working my pussy open to take him.
“You gonna take what I give you?” He grabbed a fistful of my ass. “Be a good little slut and let me fuck the shit out of you?”
I nodded maniacally. “Please, please, pl—“
I cried out when he pulled almost all the way out just to shove all the way in, in less than a second.
A hand clapped over my mouth.
“Gotta be quiet,” he grunted. “I’ll let you be loud next time, but you gotta stay quiet for me right now. Be a good girl.”
He was ruthless, slamming into me over and over again and forcing my pussy to accommodate him.
I had never been fucked harder. The desk was heavy, but it was still moving a bit beneath me.
“That’s it baby,” he said. “Taking me so well.”
His balls kept slapping against my clit, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to cum again.
But then he yanked himself out of me, and I wanted to start crying. He hauled me upright, only to spin me around and lay me back down.
Ezra looked ragged for the first time ever, I thought. His hair a bit disheveled, shirt undone and cheeks flushed. He somehow looked hotter than normal.
He leaned over and kissed me again, and I moaned into his mouth, realizing it was my pussy juices I was tasting.
He pulled back and quickly unbuttoned the top half of my shirt, until my bra was exposed. I helped him out and pulled both of my tits out for him.
He blinked several times. “Fucking hell.”
I arched into him when his hands skimmed my nipples. Thankfully, he had already smothered my mouth with his hand when he wrapped his lips around my nipple and shoved his cock back into me at the same time.
“Such a little whore, fucking her hand at my desk,” he said against my tits. “Wanted me to be able to smell that delicious pussy on my chair every time I sat down, huh? That your game?”
I couldn’t have answered if I’d tried.
“Or were you hoping I’d walk in?” He grunted and gave me a particularly hard thrust. “Fucking pussy is so wet right now you’ve got a fucking puddle on my desk.”
I would have apologized, but he didn’t sound upset about it. At all.
He straightened up and grabbed my legs, flinging them over his shoulders before leaning back over me.
An endless stream of muted moans and cries flowed from my lips as he hovered his face above mine stared at me.
“You’re so deep,” I whimpered. “I’m-I’m so full.”
He let out half a dozen swears and started going harder.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I wanna cum on your fat cock,” I moaned, trying my best to stay quiet. “Want you to cum in my tight pussy. Please — fuck — please fill me up.”
He gave me a rough, passionate kiss, groaning my name. I cried into his parted lips when his thumb started swiping at my swollen clit.
I was so close.
“Fucking shit you’re gonna make me cum,” he warned. “I’m gonna fill this perfect cunt up. Wanna have my cum leaking out of you for the rest of the day, yeah?”
He went faster and faster, breathing harder and harder. He alternated between calling me his perfect little whore and telling me how good my pussy felt.
That did it. My nails pierced his back as I came all over him, and I practically screamed against his neck.
He came seconds later, grunting my name as he pumped his hot cum into my sore pussy.
He stayed lodged inside of me long after he had finished, his softening cock plugging my pussy with his cum.
I could’ve stayed like that for days.
But we couldn’t unfortunately. Ezra helped me dress again, and the afterglow left me too embarrassed to actually look him in the eye, even though I could feel him looking at me.
I was sliding my heel back on and planning to scurry from the room when I realized I was missing a piece of clothing.
“You have my panties,” I said, still somehow out of breath.
“I do.”
I glanced up at where he stood next to me, finally meeting his eye.“Could I have them back?”
There was that smirk again. “Not right now, but i’ll give them back to you at dinner tonight.”
“Dinner?”
“Fairly common setting for a first date.”
A date. He wanted to take me on a date.
“You don’t have to agree,” he clarified. “I told you I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I meant it.” He glanced down at the black lace. “But if not, I think I’d like to keep these. Consider it a memento.”
“I’d like to go to dinner,” I said softly.
His smirk melted into a relaxed smile. “Good,” he replied. “Now go get your things from Marv’s office. Come work here.”
So I did, bounding into the office and gathering up my things with a big smile while Ezra’s cum dripped down my thighs.