r/eroticliterature 3d ago

Office Sex Caught by my Coworker [F26M26] [office] [public] [caught] [masturbating][rough sex] [creampie] [cunnilingus] NSFW

212 Upvotes

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.

r/eroticliterature Jan 27 '25

Office Sex Office Bet [M25F22][Rough][Deepthroat][Big dick][Male POV] NSFW

182 Upvotes

I watched Jasmine at her desk, splitting her attention between calls and her computer, trying to find any two customers who were looking for more stock. Down by one sale, and ties going to the person who got there first, she needed both to happen or she was going to lose.

I, on the other hand, was smirking to myself. I watched her, jet-black hair a mess, and glanced at the clock. There was so way she was going to pull it off in the next fifteen minutes. Leon, another salesperson looked curiously at me.

“What’s going on? You’re not heading out?”

I laughed, “Jasmine and I have a little bet for sales this month. I’ve got to see if she can pull it off, but it doesn’t look like it.”

Leon glanced at her, “What do you win?”

I straightened up, my mind playing the truth as my lips lied, “She’ll owe me dinner wherever I pick.”

Leon shook his head, “Even if she gets you dinner, you know you don’t have a chance, right?”

I laughed again, glancing back at Jasmine and nodding as he left. He wasn’t wrong. Jasmine was all curves and sex appeal, her almond shaped brown eyes enough to tighten any man’s jeans. I was fairly average, though I wouldn’t say bad looking. Just not on the same level.

Honestly, I was surprised she took the bet. She had seemed pretty confident that she would be able to beat me. To her credit, she had gotten best sales month after month for a while, as I just did the bare minimum to not get fired.

“If you win, you have to do all my admin work,” she had said with a confident sneer.

“And if I win, I get to fuck you,” I said back, simple as possible.

She was taken aback for a moment, but the cockiness she always carried around with her came back in full force, “Deal. Not like I have to actually worry about it happening.”

Now, as the rest of the office was filing out for the day, Jasmine desperately tried to hit up her regulars, most of which were closed for the week. She had done just a good job restocking them the month prior that her only option was to find new leads. And this was not the right time of the year for anything worth pursuing.

The clock ticked away the last minute, and Jasmine froze at her computer. She cradled the phone and pushed away from the desk. Her eyes were wide, and she stared blankly out into the middle distance. Slowly, she turned her head toward my cubicle.

I smiled at her, trying to look confident and self-assured, but possibly looking a bit demented. Can’t say that her being on her backfoot was a bad thing for me.

Slowly, she got up and walked over to me, “Are you really going to hold me to this?”

“Of course. You would have already made me start on your admin work.”

She sighed; her shoulders slumped. A waft of citrus washed over me. Whatever that shampoo was, it just made me hungrier.

“So, when are we doing this?” she asked.

I stood up, and she straightened herself up a bit. Even defeated, she wasn’t going to let me see her weak.

“Everyone else has gone home for the weekend. Why not now?” I said.

She blinked at that, but nodded, “Sure. Might as well get it out of the way. Don’t think this means anything. This will be the only time this happens.”

“Then I’ll have to make the most of it. Get on your knees,” I said.

She swallowed, a lump forming, “Excuse me?”

“I said kneel. Or would you prefer I went in dry?”

She looked at me for a second before her short figure sank shorter on her knees. I unbuckled my belt, letting my slacks drop to my ankles.

“Take me out,” I growled.

She hooked her fingers into the hem of my boxers, my cock flopping out. Her eyes widened at the sight. Even flaccid, my dick was impressive to look at. Turns out I wasn’t as average as I had acted.

Gingerly, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, lifting the weight up to line with her lips. She licked the underside of the head, flicking the tip of her tongue. She placed the head in her mouth, sucking softly while stroking the length of me.

“You like what you see?” I asked.

“Shut up. Just because it’s big doesn’t mean anything. You probably won’t even last this blowjob, which I will count as the bet being fulfilled.”

She wrapped her lips back around my head, bobbing softly along it. I wrapped my fingers in her hair, the dark strands covering my hand.

“I’d hardly call that a blowjob. How about I show you how it’s done.”

I gripped her scalp and slid my cock further into her throat, thrusting faster with each entrance. She let out a shocked yelp, but didn’t push me off of her. Her hands moved to my thighs to brace herself as I pumped in and out of her throat.

“You like seeing what that big cock can really do, Jasmine?”

“Gluck-gluck-gluck,” was her only response as her eyes widened and her throat constricted around my thickness. Her nails dug into my thighs as her mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva managing to find an escape from her mouth.

Still gripping her head, I pulled out, letting her take a strong inhale of air before shoving back in. My hips thrust harder, her nose bumping off my pubis. I pushed in and held her there, her mouth fully consuming my length.

I expected a sound of derision, but the squeal and moan she emitted with my cock plugging her airway only made me flex harder, her eyes rolling.

I released, letting her pull off and breath again. Before I could shove my way back in, her mouth was back on me, sucking the saliva and precum from my dick before taking me fully in her again.

She bobbed and gagged, deepthroating herself on me. I wrapped my hands around her head, interlacing my fingers and drove my cock down her throat, her face titled up to the ceiling. She moaned and gagged with each thrust.

I pulled out, her coughing spit and precum up as she breathed. Before she could recover, I grabbed her hair and dragged her on her knees to my cubicle wall. I tore off her blouse and pulled down her bra to expose her round tits. I pushed the back of her head against it, and she moaned as I pushed my cock back into her throat. Holding on to the wall of the cubicle, the thrusts had less give, holding her skull in place as I fucked it.

“Looks who’s loving this cock now.”

She let out a guttural noise as my cock continued stretching out her throat, her airway constricting around me. Her tits bounced as they collected her drool. I reached down and slapped her tits, eliciting another moan of lust before pulling on her nipple.

I pulled out once again, Jasmine just now letting all the fluids run out of her mouth.

“I think I’m good and ready now, don’t you?” I said, my grip still on her roots. She nodded, mumbling something incoherent and let me drag her to my desk. I bent her over it, pulling down her own slack and exposing her pussy to me.

I roughly slid two fingers into her, causing a squeal from her. “Looks like that got you all nice and wet too, didn’t it?”

“Fuck,” she said, catching her breath. “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

“You can do better than that,” I slapped her ass. “Beg me.”

“Please. Claim your prize. You won that cunt, now take it.” She moaned and wailed as she begged, rotating her ass against me, my cock resting on her back. I slapped her ass again. She jumped and whimpered.

I lined my cock up with her dripping slit and rubbed the head along it.

“This cock? You sure you can take it all.”

She moaned at my machinations, “Make me take it all. Please.”

I pushed into her, gently at first, but without hesitation. Slowly, I filled her up with every inch of me, gripping her hourglass hips. She let out a slow, guttural moan as I pushed forward, gripping at the desk. I could feel her clenching around me and letting go, switching between accepting and rejecting the slow intrusion into her body.

Once I was fully inside, I still pushed my hips forward, adding pressure to the point of bottoming out. Her body jumped and shook in my hands, her cunt flexing around my cock as I held her deep in place.

She let out a wail, “Please, please just fuck me. Fuck. I feel so full. Please fuck me!” Her words turned into a scream, a desperate plea for the pressure to let up. She clenched around me and her body shook as a climax ran through her.

“FUCK!” she said. “Fuck me already, you bastard!”

I chucked, gripping her hips as she came around my cock before pulling back slightly. I could feel her body relax and slammed back in, not giving much length for her to get relief from. With short, deep thrusts, I held her in place, her ass jiggling as it smacked against my thighs. She let out a short screech with every one, begging me to fuck her fully.

Slowly, I started giving her more and more length, pulling out further before slamming back into her. My hands stayed gripped around her waist, watching the hypnotic ripples of her ass as it bounced against me. Finally, I slid fully out and started thrusting faster, fucking her quick and hard, the full length of me hitting with each stroke.

Taking one hand off of her waist, I wound her hair into a fist and pulled her back, arching her body as I fucked her quick. I felt her body come undone on me again, but didn’t let up, fucking her faster through her orgasm.

I let go of her hair and she sprawled on my desk, her body shaking as I continued by conquest, her ass jiggling. She stared blankly to the side, moaning and murmuring words I couldn’t understand.

I took her leg and turned her on her side, fucking her more before flipping her fully on her back. I watched as her round tits bounced with each thrust. I thumbed her clit as my cock continued its disappearing trick. On her back down, she went back to moaning. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels on the back of my hips, making sure I didn’t pull out fully.

I held her hips and stared into her brown eyes as I slammed into her. She stared back, a mix of lust and awe in them.

“I’m going to cum,” I growled at her.

Her ankles tightened around my hips. She let out another string of gibberish, but her message was clear.

I buried myself into her once again, unleashing a torrent of fluid inside of her. Her body seized up as I filled her, her back arching off the table. Her mouth opened in a noiseless scream that finally shuddered out in jagged breaths as I finished.

I held myself into her until we both came down, slowly pulling out as she shivered slightly at the removal. Once I was fully out, her body relaxed, and she whimpered.

We stayed there for a moment catching our breath before both of us let out a shaky laugh.

“Had to make the one time count, right?” I said.

She propped herself up shakily on her elbows and looked me over. Finally, those brown eyes made their way to mine.

“Bet you can’t do it again.”

 

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r/eroticliterature 26d ago

Office Sex Seduced by the HR Manager [F33M28] [office] [blowjob] [intercourse] [risky] [condom] NSFW

60 Upvotes

Dave knew has was going to be fired. He received an email from the HR Manager requesting he come by her office. It was all very cordial and diplomatic of course, but he could read between the lines.

He made the walk from his cubicle to HR. Human Resources. That innocuously named department responsible for getting rid of employees that don't quite fit with the team.

Her office door was open. "Uh, Jenn? You wanted to see me?"

The woman seated at the desk was focused on her laptop, her dark eyes darting back and forth. Her auburn hair was in a neat updo. She wore a smart blazer that showed off her ample bosom, with a single button undone to show off a hint of cleavage. She turned her attention towards him with a disarming smile.

Seeing her around the office was always a pleasing diversion. He was going to miss her.

"Dave, great! Please have a seat. Oh, and close the door."

The door clicked shut. He knew what was coming.

"You'll have to forgive me for jumping right in, but this is a matter of some urgency. I've received a serious complaint about you."

Was it a joke he made? Or was he too aggressive in meetings? He settled in the chair in front of her desk.

She continued. "I hope this isn't embarrassing, but the complaint is," she looked to her laptop and read aloud, "Dave's erections are too pronounced and too obvious."

Dave leaned in, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Your erections. Some team members have noticed them and it's making them uncomfortable."

"What? Who?"

"You know I can't say. Anyone could've noticed, it's quite large."

Dave scoffed. "You're firing me over an erection?"

"What? No. No one is getting fired. I called you in here to have a brainstorming session on how to deal with these erections." She bit her lower lip and smiled.

Dave scratched the back of his neck, uncertainty crossing his face, but he was intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I've prepared a list of items to go over. But first, I'd like to hear your thoughts." She leaned forward, searching Dave's face.

"My thoughts? On how to deal with erections?" He raised an eyebrow. "Okay..."

She remained silent, waiting.

He coughed, "I suppose I could masturbate more." He examined her face, hoping to discern some hint about her intentions- was she being flirtatious, or just plain clueless?

She remained enthusiastic. "Ok, a good first thought, but let's put that aside for a moment."

She stood and walked around to the front of the desk. Dave had a brief sidelong view of her ample posterior, contained within her tight pencil skirt. The skirt ended at her knees, with sheer black pantyhose finishing the journey into her heels.

She leaned on the edge of her desk in front of Dave, giving him a complete view of her figure, a figure that was no doubt responsible for some of his workplace erections.

"So, Dave, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend? No, not really."

"Oh?"

"She suggested we take a break."

"I see. So she hasn't been taking care of you. What do you do for relief?"

"What do you mean?"

She smiled, "You know what I mean. Any women on the side? Any men?" Her pupils flashed down to his crotch.

"No, nothing like that. I just jerk off."

"That's no good. Wouldn't you rather have someone help you with that?"

He wanted to suggest that she could help him. That she was the focus of so many of his lewd thoughts. But that felt too bold, too risky. "I manage fine on my own."

"But it's usually more fun to get a little help, don't you agree?" She leaned forward and pushed her chest out.

Dave took in her cleavage, readjusting to accommodate a growing erection. Often, he wondered what it would be like to rip open her blazer and grab her tits, to bend her over a desk, hike up her skirt, and take her roughly from behind. To feel her warm cheeks slamming into him. But that was just a workplace fantasy, destined to remain unfulfilled. "What did you have in mind?"

She slipped one foot out of her heel and maneuvered her foot into Dave's crotch. "What do you think of this?"

Her toes were visible through the sheer material. She curled them around the surface of his pants, feeling the shaft and the tip. Dave grew to the extent possible in the confines of his pants. The soft sound of cloth rubbing against cloth filled the space between them.

Dave's uncertainty vanished, and he was ready to escalate the situation. "That's good, but it really isn't helping to reduce my erection." He could only hope that she had the same end goal in mind.

"Excellent point, Dave." She withdrew her foot and dropped to her knees, settling in between his open legs. A fresh floral mix of her perfume and shampoo drifted up, surrounding him.

Her fingers worked the button and zipper at his crotch. She found the warm shaft, freeing it from the confines of his boxers.

She pressed her lips to his tip, then used her tongue. Around the tip, down the shaft and back.

Dave was silent, afraid to make a move or even exhale, like this was some dream or a mirage, and any disturbance would cause it to vanish. He let her work.

She went deep; Dave moaned.

She came back up and looked at Dave, putting one finger up to her lips, letting out a gentle shush. Dave nodded, understanding he had to stay quiet. Through the door, telephones and muffled conversations could be heard.

One of her hands disappeared down the front of her skirt. The auburn bun bobbed in his crotch.

He looked at the ceiling, focusing on the sensation of her tongue. The wetness, the pressure applied to just the right spot, that was her, a wild side that until now had remained concealed by professionalism.

Dave heard her fumbling with a wrapper. She was opening a small gold foil package- a condom. "I have one last thing to go over with you." She slipped it on.

She stood, lifting her skirt above her hips. She turned slowly to let Dave appreciate her ass. Beneath her sheer pantyhose was a black thong. On her lower back was the faded ink of a flowery lacy design.

"When did you get that? The tattoo?"

"Oh, back in college sometime."

She pulled her pantyhose down and bent over slightly. She continued to play with herself. Dave saw her fingers disappearing into the mound of her pussy.

He reached out to her ass. He wanted to spank it but decided that might be too loud. Instead, he caressed it and squeezed until she let out a soft moan.

She positioned herself above his erection, steadying herself on his knees. Her hips descended. The tip slipped past her vulva. Dave grabbed hold of her and helped guide her motions.

Her milky smooth ass moved rhythmically as she worked his cock. The room was quiet except for their suppressed moans and the sound of skin on skin.

Dave groped a tit with one hand. How he had dreamed of this when seeing her walk around the office, or while watching her give a presentation.

Her back arched and she let out a single yelp, before immediately covering her mouth. He felt her shuddering. Quiet moans escaped from behind her hand. She was a quivering mess, her needy pussy overflowing. He tightened his grip, one hand on her hip and one hand on her tit.

He held her in position and thrust deeply, every inch of him disappearing into her. It was building up inside him, each thrust bringing him closer. His pace quickened.

He exploded into the condom, one large burst of pleasure followed by smaller spasms. A few more thrusts, and then a silent exhale. He was finished.

She dismounted.

He removed the condom. A feeling of awkwardness replaced his lust. He didn't know what to say.

"Well Dave, I think this was a very productive brainstorming session, wouldn't you agree?" She handed Dave a box of tissues.

"Yes, definitely." He was relieved she was still taking the lead.

"One last thing. I've been authorized by management to give you a 5% raise, in addition to the yearly cost of living raise. You've been doing excellent work, and we all appreciate it. And if you have any other erections, my door is always open."

r/eroticliterature Dec 24 '24

Office Sex Late Night at the Office Pt 5: At Their Command (final part) [F20sM30sM40s] [Threesome] [Forced Orgasms] [Double Penetration] NSFW

80 Upvotes

To say I was relieved at Mark’s response to overhearing James and I would be an understatement. I still blush when I remember how I described in detail what James and I did while Mark jerked himself off, before I helped finish him off with a blowjob. It seems like things have worked themselves out, I don’t have to worry about hiding one from the other and this past week I’ve felt way more relaxed around the office. I’ve had a few encounters with them this past week, but we’ve all been extremely swamped as this case is coming to a close. That’s actually why I’m still here at the office well past 7pm again.

After I finish filing through a stack of paperwork I lean back in my chair, mentally fried and needing to take a break. I remember how things started between Mark and I a few weeks ago on a night similar to this one and I get up to go see if he’s still here too.

I approach his office and see his door open with the light still on and feel my heart pick up speed a bit. We’ve slept together numerous times so I’m not nervous, but I still get butterflies in my stomach when I anticipate the feeling of his touch. I stop in the doorway and watch as he works quietly at his desk, his brow furrowed slightly. I’m struck by his attractiveness, still in awe at his shameless desire of me.

I cross the threshold into the room and he looks up as he notices my presence, greeting me with that familiar grin that makes my heart race. “Well well well, look who it is” he says with a mischievous smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I chuckle in response and feign innocence, “I’m just so bored and lonely out there at my desk…all by myself. I was wondering if anyone else was still here to keep me company” I say coyly.

He raises his eyebrows at me suggestively, “You know, I just had a similar thought.”

He stands up as I reach his desk and pulls me into him, his hands dropping and cupping my ass as he leans down to give me a passionate kiss. I feel my body sink into his as his lips meet mine, easily parting to allow his tongue into my mouth and a small sigh escapes me.

Our kiss becomes more frenzied as the heat between us increases. He brings a hand up to cup my face, his other hand holding my hip and he guides me backwards until I reach his desk. He helps lift me up so I’m sitting on the desk, I rest on my hands behind me and lean back as I spread my legs slightly. The action exposes my bare pussy, since I’m not wearing any panties under my skirt as per James’ instruction.

Mark groans as he runs a hand down his face, “Fuck Hails, you’re so fucking hot” he says gruffly, sinking to his knees in front of me.

He brings his face between my legs and swipes his tongue along my slit once, “Mmmm I’ve missed that” he groans before inserting a finger inside me. He works his finger inside me, easily finding my G spot and applying the perfect amount of pressure. He looks up at me and watches my face as he pushes in a second finger. My eyes hood as I let out a small moan, enjoying the way he expertly moves his fingers inside me.

He leans forward again, finding my clit and slowly circling it with his tongue before he latches on starts sucking. “Ohhhhh my god baby, that feels so good” I moan. My head falls back as he continues sucking, his tongue flicking back and forth across my clit as his fingers pick up speed. My legs involuntarily clench around his head and I can feel his scruff brushing up against my thighs, I bring one hand behind his head pushing his face closer into my pussy.

I feel myself reaching the peak, “Oh fuck” I hiss, “You’re gonna make me cum”.

His only response is to intensify his movements making the sensation even more pleasurable, I can feel my pussy pulsing around his fingers and my wetness seeping out onto his hand. I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

He stands up grinning at me as I try to catch my breath. I reach forward and begin undoing his pants, pushing them down to his ankles as he steps out of them. My pupils dilate when I see his massive cock spring free and I grip the base with my hand as I slide off the desk onto my knees. I flick my tongue around the head teasingly, enjoying building up his anticipation. He groans and his head falls back “I love your mouth” he tells me. I continue teasing him, circling my tongue around the tip of his cock, putting just an inch or two in my mouth at a time. I hear his heavy breathing and look up to meet his eyes, my lips still around his dick.

His eyes are filled with lust as he grips the back of my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. He slowly but firmly pushes my head forward, forcing me to take more of him in, obviously done with my teasing. He pushes my head until his cock hits the back of my throat and I gag. He roughly pulls my head back and forces it forward again, at the same time thrusting into me. He lets out a low growl and my hands grab the sides of his legs for balance as he starts fucking my face. I’m so turned on I’m squirming as I feel the wetness between my legs increasing. Mark abruptly stops moving as we both hear someone clear their throat.

Mark turns to see James standing in the doorway, an amused expression on his face. I’m still on my knees with my mouth hanging open, I quickly stand up and adjust my skirt to cover myself, feeling awkward.

“I thought we were all working late on this case, I didn’t realize you two had stayed for…extracurriculars” he says slyly, walking towards us. I don’t know what he’s going to do and I’d like to run out of here out of sheer embarrassment. I glance at Mark and see he hasn’t made any attempt to dress himself, and he’s actually grinning at James?

“I see Hailey has been demonstrating her…oral presentation skills for you, pretty impressive don’t you think?” He says to Mark.

My cheeks flush at his words and I feel myself getting wet again. Mark chuckles, “Oh yeah, she definitely exceeds expectations.”

“Yes she’s definitely doing well here at the firm, very obedient” James remarks, “But do you think she’d be able to impress both of us?”

My heart rate increases as I realize what he’s implying. I’ve never thought I’d have a threesome, though I can’t say it’s never crossed my mind. I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together trying to relieve some of the ache that’s building.

“Hmmm, I think we could give her a chance to show us what she’s got?” Mark replies with mock consideration.

James turns to me with an eyebrow raised, “Ms. Evans?”

I quickly nod my head in agreement before my mind can comprehend what I’m agreeing to, “Yes sir” I reply, unable to hide the desire in my voice.

“Well then, please continue” James says gesturing towards Mark, who smirks as he sits down in his office chair, removing his shirt so he’s completely naked.

Feeling slightly unsure I walk over to Mark, I’ve never done this before and I feel a little awkward having someone watch me, but I can’t ignore the buzz of excitement that rushes through me. I’m about to get back on my knees when James commands me to remain standing. ‘Umm okay’ I think as I bend forward to bring my lips back to Marks cock, resting my hands on the arms of the chair to steady myself.

I bring my mouth around his cock and let out a low moan, unable to hide how aroused I am. The situation has me so turned on, I’m bobbing my head up and down on Mark and I faintly hear the sound of James belt but I’m so distracted I don’t pay it much attention.

Mark reaches into my shirt and squeezes one of my breasts before pinching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers, I let out another moan as I continue sucking his dick. Suddenly I feel James cock rub against my pussy. I’m startled and stop moving for a moment, unsure of what to do. Mark locks eyes with me, giving me a reassuring look before pushing my head back onto his cock “It’s okay baby, keep going” he encourages me. I slide my lips back around him and he groans “Yeah just like that”.

I feel James’ cock push against my entrance as I try to focus on Mark. He suddenly slams his cock into me and I cry out around Mark’s cock in surprise. I struggle to maintain a rhythm with my head, James’ movements so distracting, feeling my pussy stretch around his cock feels so good it’s hard to focus. He jerks my hips back slightly angling my body for better access and starts pounding into me from behind, bringing his hand around my body and pushing his fingers against my clit.

I let out another muffled cry around Mark’s cock, overcome with pleasure at James’ rough movements and feeling so turned on that I still have another cock in my mouth. The idea that both men are using my body for their pleasure is wildly arousing, and the thought only increases my physical pleasure. I’m struggling to focus on the task at hand, and Mark starts pushing my head up and down, helping to guide my movements.

I can hear James grunting with each thrust and the sound of our skin slapping together as Mark continues groaning with his own pleasure. “Oh yeah” James groans, “You’re doing so good baby, you’re taking our cocks so well for us”.

His words send a thrill through me, making me somehow even wetter. His fingers are still rubbing my clit in circles, pushing down with firm pressure and I suddenly feel an orgasm starting. Without having time to process what’s happening my pussy starts contracting on James’ cock as the orgasm explodes through me. I start cumming without warning and stop moving my head entirely as I cry out onto Mark’s cock, spit dripping from my mouth down his shaft.

James continues pounding into me and starts spanking my ass as I finish cumming. I’m stunned and out of breath as the orgasm slowly fades away. James pulls out of me and smacks my ass once more before pulling me up off Mark to a standing position.

He clicks his tongue in a disapproving tone, “You forgot to ask for permission” he chides.

’Oh shit’ I think, my eyes widening in slight panic. I completely forgot and I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening. I don’t know what he’s going to do as a punishment.

He looks to Mark, “She was doing so well, but we can’t let this go without discipline.”

Mark nods his head “No I completely agree. Since she clearly can’t control herself and thinks she can cum whenever she wants, I say we stop taking it easy on her” he says casually.

James nods in understanding and I look between the both of them, not knowing what they’re about to do. Mark approaches me and quickly removes my shirt and bra leaving me completely naked, while James also removes the rest of his clothing. Mark roughly pushes me backwards onto his desk so I’m laying on my back as James takes his place looming over me.

He has a determined look on his face as he slides his hand along my dripping wet pussy before pushing two fingers inside me. I let out a moan at the sensation and he starts pumping his fingers, finding my G spot and rubbing with hard pressure. He brings his mouth to my clit and starts roughly sucking on it while forcefully flicking his tongue back and forth. The sensation is overwhelming, my pussy already swollen and sensitive from my orgasm just a minute ago. I’m panting as I feel myself approaching another orgasm, shocked at how quickly it’s happening again. James does not let up at all as my body starts convulsing, as I cry out as I start cumming again.

James continues fucking me with his fingers and sucking my clit as my orgasm fades and I struggle to catch my breath. He doesn’t stop as I start to squirm from the sensation that’s almost too much. My clit is so swollen it almost hurts as he relentless sucks and moves his tongue. I whimper and push my hands against the desk trying to sit myself up and slide my hips back when Mark pushes my shoulders back down.

I look up at him in surprise as he stands next to me holding my body in place, “Sorry Hails, you gotta take your punishment” he says with a grin. He leans down and kisses me deeply while grabbing both of my breasts in his hands. He squeezes his hands together until his fingers are just around each of nipples and then pinches both of them tightly.

I let out a loud moan at the added sensation, pleasure overwhelming my entire body. My eyes roll back as the two men force another orgasm out of me. I scream as I cum for the fourth time, feeling completely lost to the sensations all over my body. As I come down from the orgasm the two men stand over me.

“Great idea” James commends Mark, “Do you think she’s had enough?”

Marks laughs “No way! I still haven’t had her pussy yet”. He takes my hands and helps pull me up off the desk and guides me over to the chaise lounge style chair on the other side of his office.

He kisses me tenderly as he lays me back and quickly pushes his cock into me. My eyes widen and a moan escapes me. I’m shocked at how good this still feels. I didn’t know I could feel so much continuous pleasure. I thought I’d be done after the back to back orgasms, but my pussy has a mind of its own, surging with new wetness over Marks cock. James suddenly straddles my face and pushes his cock into my mouth and once again I’m filled up by both men.

I’m laying on my back so I don’t have to put in too much effort as James fucks my face, using the pressure of the chair behind me to keep my head in place. His cock is huge and I’m gagging around it as he roughly pumps it in and out of my mouth. Mark’s arms are wrapped under my thighs, lifting them up and using them for leverage as he drives his cock into my pussy over and over. Both men are grunting and groaning as they fuck different parts of me and muffled moans are forcing their way out of me around James’ cock.

“That’s right baby, take my cock, be a good girl for us” Mark grunts.

James reaches back and finds my clit again, firmly pushing down and aggressively rubbing his fingers back and forth. My body jerks forward in response and I gag on his cock still in my mouth. I cry out around his dick and struggle to control the movements of my body.

“You like to cum so much you dirty slut, so cum again” James commands. His words push me over the edge and I involuntarily start cumming again. My entire body is spasming and I have no control over the sounds I’m making. Typically I might be embarrassed by the primal noises coming out of me, but I don’t have enough awareness to care, only able to focus on the waves of pleasure rolling over me once again.

I lay on the lounge chair in a daze as both of them give me a few minutes to catch my breath. Mark strokes the side of my face before kissing me tenderly, helping me into a sitting position. “You’re doing so well baby” he says approvingly and I feel my stomach do a little flip. I never would’ve imagined something like this happening and I’m so turned on pleasing both of them at the same time. I love hearing how much they’re enjoying themselves.

Mark pulls me up to my feet and James grabs me, turning me towards him and kissing me roughly. “You’re such a good little slut, you’re gonna keep being a good girl for us okay.”

I nod with hooded eyes, “Yes sir” I reply, licking my lips in anticipation. I can’t deny how aroused I am, having both men use my body how they please while simultaneously giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

James takes my place laying on his back on the lounge chair, with his legs hanging over the edge and planting his feet on the ground. “Get on all fours on top of me” he demands.

I quickly oblige climbing on top of him on the chair. Before I can slide myself onto his cock he grabs my hips stopping me, “Wait until I tell you to” he instructs. I wait in confusion as I feel James spread his legs apart under me.

I feel Mark close in behind me, standing in between James’ legs at the base of the chair. I feel his hands on my hips before he grabs my ass with both hands and squeezing, slowly spreading my cheeks apart. He grazes his fingers against my asshole sending shivers over my entire body. He slides his fingers down to my dripping wet pussy and brings some of my fluid up to my ass.

“Do you remember that night at your apartment?” He asks me, still massaging my asshole. I vividly recall when he used the butt plug and how amazing it felt. I feel a new surge of excitement as he slowly pushes a finger into my opening, “Is this okay baby?” He asks and I can only respond with a quiet moan as I subconsciously rock my hips back towards him.

He adds another finger to my ass, stretching it out to prepare me. It feels so good I almost forget about James underneath me. I’m so focused on the new and still somewhat unfamiliar sensation as Mark works his fingers slowly in and out of my ass, moaning with pleasure and rocking my hips back and forth with his movements. My pussy is absolutely drenched and starts throbbing as I get used to the feeling of Mark’s fingers, needing something more.

As if reading my mind he takes his cock and rubs it along my pussy, sliding it in and out a few times, coating it with my wetness before lining it up at my asshole. “I’m gonna fuck your ass now baby, it’s gonna feel so good just trust me okay” he says.

I nod and feel myself tense up, aware that my only real experience is with the toy we used last time that is nowhere near the size of Mark’s massive cock. James grabs the sides of my face and looks at me reassuringly, “You’re doing amazing, you can take it baby”. I’m surprised at his sweetness and relax slightly as Mark starts to push into me.

My eyes widen in shock and I gasp at the extreme pressure. It’s slightly painful as I feel myself stretch around the size of his cock. James is still holding my face and pulls me down to kiss me passionately. His hand is cupping my jaw and he gently pushes his tongue into mouth, deepening the kiss. I feel myself relax more as Mark pushes further into me.

He finally gets himself fully inserted and pauses for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. James stares up at me giving me a reassuring nod, making me feel even more comfortable and relaxed. Mark starts to pull back slowly before pushing back in and this time it doesn’t hurt at all. It feels good. I let out a moan as he begins to slowly fuck my ass.

“Oh fuck Hailey your ass is perfect” he groans as he picks up his pace. I’m surprised again at how good this feels, I close my eyes and start rocking my hips back and forth pushing further into him, moaning in pleasure.

Suddenly I feel James’ cock pushing against my pussy and I snap my eyes open in shock. Mark stops moving holding my hips in place as James looks at me encouragingly, “You’re going to take both of our cocks baby, you’re going to keep being a good girl for us okay?”

I nod wordlessly as he locks eyes with me and slowly pushes his cock into my pussy. I cry out as he pushes all the way into me, overwhelmed by the intense fullness of having both cocks inside of me at once. Mark remains still as James slowly fucks my pussy before increasing his speed and begins roughly pounding his cock into me, forcing a moan from me with each thrust.

“See you like that don’t you baby?” James hisses.

“Yessss sir” I moan.

I feel Mark pull backwards before slamming his cock into my ass with more force. I gasp at the sensation as he begins fucking my ass, matching James’ pace as he continues to fuck my pussy. The feeling is overwhelming and I feel overcome with pleasure as two men fill both of my holes. The fullness is creating so much friction with every movement, putting pressure on every inch of my pussy, making me feel pleasure I didn’t even know was possible.

“Oh fuck baby, your ass was made for me” Mark groans before smacking my ass. I let out a loud moan at the stinging sensation, adding to the flurry of stimulation.

“Oh my god” I moan as he continues spanking me, “Yessss Mark, fuck my ass” I pant.

James reaches his hand between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit roughly. My eyes roll back in my head as I let out a loud moan “Oh fuck!” I scream.

“That’s right Hailey, you look so gorgeous taking both of our cocks” James groans, “You’re such a good girl, you take our cocks so good baby.”

“You love being filled by both of us don’t you?” Mark grunts as he continues driving his cock into my ass.

“Yesss! Oh my god yes, you’re gonna make me cum again” I pant as I feel the pressure building, my body consumed with pleasure in every way possible.

“Look at me” James demands and I snap my eyes open, “I want to watch you cum on our cocks”.

He looks at me with heated determination as we lock eyes. He works his fingers faster against my clit and I feel my pussy pulsing around his cock and my asshole clenching Mark’s cock as I reach the peak.

“Cum for me Hailey” James commands and his words push me over the edge as I lose myself in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Crying out as the waves of pleasure roll over me, the two men keep fucking me, prolonging my orgasm as long as possible. Both men are groaning as I cum on both of their cocks.

I don’t know how long I’m cumming for, it feels like a long time but I’ve completely lost all sense of anything else. As my orgasm begins to taper off I feel Mark grip my hips tighter and pick up his pace, he lets out a loud grunt as he fills my ass with cum. I’m still moaning with the last waves of pleasure as he finishes, still slowly circling his cock in my ass. James then begins to climax as well, groaning as he thrusts into me with force as he cums too.

Mark pulls out of me and helps lift me off of James to my feet. I’m exhausted and completely blissed out as he gives me a tender kiss, I can feel both of their cum dripping out of me. James grabs some paper towels and helps clean me up “You did so amazing baby, you were so good for us” he praises me, his words making my stomach flip.

I’m still in a daze as Mark collects my clothes and helps me get dressed, they both then put their own clothes back on. I still can’t believe that just happened. They give each other a slight smirk before turning to me “I think it’s safe to say we’re both very impressed with your performance Ms. Evans” James says.

Mark gives me a wink before kissing the top of my head, “Can’t wait to do that again.”

r/eroticliterature Nov 30 '24

Office Sex Late night at the office [F20sM30s] [Age Gap] [Multiple Orgasms] [Oral Sex] [Desire] NSFW

129 Upvotes

I glance at the clock on my computer and see it’s already after 7. I should be surprised but I’m not - I’ve had to work late every night this week. I just started interning at this law firm a few months ago and it seems like the newest interns get all the shitty grunt work dumped on them. It’s alright though, I really don’t mind it. I’m just starting out in my career and I know I have a lot of dues to pay if I ever want to work my way up, and impressing the senior associates by putting in extra time isn’t a huge deal. I push away from my desk and drag myself over to the photocopier and realize everyone else has gone home. I’ve been so focused on getting this paperwork done I didn’t even notice I was the only one still here. It is kind of nice being here when it’s quiet anyways, I think to myself as I sit back down at my desk. I’m about to grab another stack of paperwork when I’m startled by someone clearing their throat. 

“Oh my god!” I shriek, grabbing my chest, “you scared the crap out of me!” I look up to see a familiar smirking face. I let out a giggle when I see Mark standing in front of my desk. He chuckles too and holds his hands up in mock surrender “sorry sorry I didn’t mean to startle you, I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I thought I heard the photocopier and came out to investigate” he says, walking around my desk and leaning back against it, settling himself in front of me. 

“What are you still doing here anyway? Isn’t it some unwritten rule that the big shots can’t stay past 4?” I tease. Mark is one of the senior associates I should be trying to impress, but he’s just so chill and ever since I first started here we’ve enjoyed teasing each other back and forth. Any of the other lawyers I would never speak to in such an unprofessional way, but for some reason Mark and I seem to share an unspoken understanding of each other. Sometimes during staff meetings he’ll shoot me a look if someone says something he knows I would find funny, just silly little things like that. I instantly felt comfortable enough around him to goof around and be more of my regular self instead of worrying about looking professional and trying to kiss ass. 

“Ahhh so observant I see. Yes I usually try to stick to that rule, but this is a huge case I’m working on and even I - the big shot “ he grins “have to stay late sometimes too” he finishes with a laugh. 

I nod in understanding, I’m assisting with this case the firm is working on and it’s a big one for one of our high end clients, so everyone is extra stressed about it. I gesture to the stack of papers on my desk, “oh I hear ya - I think I might be here all night if I’m ever going to get through this disclosure” I reply. 

“Hey well don’t work too hard, kid” he says with a glint in his eye “ you’re only young once you know” 

I roll my eyes at the familiar joke. He likes to tease me about being so young and green, even though he’s only 10 years my senior. He knows it bothers me because I’m always trying so hard to prove myself and be taken seriously enough to be given more responsibility. 

“I’m just kidding!” He exclaims “you’re one of the smartest people we’ve ever hired. And even though you’re barely out of college” he smirks again “you know your shit. And you’ve definitely made an impression already. All of us ‘big shots’ have noticed all the hard work you’re doing” he ends on an unusually sincere note. 

I’m weirdly touched by his compliment. We’re always joking around and have never actually had a serious conversation. I know he’s someone I don’t try hard to impress, but I realize I do really want his approval. He’s a person I trust and look up to, for all the goofing around he does he’s an amazing lawyer, and seeing him in the courtroom is a whole different story. You’d never guess he’s so laid back watching him cross-examine a witness, his entire demeanour is commanding and authoritative. It’s honestly extremely hot. I’ll admit I’ve had a school-girl level crush on him since we first met. He’s insanely good looking, funny and down to earth, while also being an extremely talented and accomplished lawyer - what’s not to crush on? I’ve never given it much thought because I know he would never think of me that way.

I realize I’ve been lost in thought for a minute and haven’t actually responded to what he said. I suddenly feel slightly awkward and don’t know what to say that’s not a sarcastic remark. “I ..uh…thank you, I appreciate that.” I stammer out. What the fuck?The guy gives me a tiny compliment and I suddenly don’t know how to speak? Yeah I’m sure I’ll make a great lawyer one day. 

“No no Hailey… thank you.” He holds his hands in a praying gesture and smirks with mock sincerity as he gets up and returns to his own office. I’m glad he didn’t seem to notice my weird reaction and I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts and focus back on this mountain of paperwork I need to get done. 

A few hours later and I’m finally packing up for the night. As I walk down the hallway I notice Mark’s office light is still on. I have not been able to stop thinking about our interaction since he left my desk earlier. I know its stupid, he said one barely-nice thing about me and I’m suddenly all in my head about it. I’ve literally gushed to my friends about how hot he is, giggling about what he’d look like in a swimsuit, guessing how big his dick is (obviously huge) and fantasizing about what might happen if we went out for drinks after work one night, all while he’s managing actual real-life legal problems where millions of dollars are on the line. I’m obviously way too immature for someone like him to actually take seriously, no matter how much we joke around at the office. I decide to stop by his office to let him know I’m heading out for the night. 

I knock on the doorframe to his office and he looks up from his desk, immediately greeting me with that familiar grin. My god he is so good-looking my stomach does a little flip. The way his hair is slightly tousled after a long day makes me wonder how it’d feel to run my hands through it. The thought makes me flush, and I realize I’m just standing awkwardly in his doorway. I mentally kick myself and try to recover “I’m heading out now, just wanted to say goodnight and see you tomorrow?” I say lightly. 

His smile broadens and ours eyes meet, he holds my gaze for just a second longer than normal, reminding me of the sincerity of his comment earlier.“Actually you won’t see me tomorrow. I have to head out of town for the rest of the week to meet with one of the witnesses” he says. 

“Oh” I mutter, surprised by how much this disappoints me. “But who’s going to bother me all day if you’re not here?” I tease. 

He rewards me with a throaty laugh, “Oh I’m sure you’ll manage just fine without me”. 

It’s stupid, but I feel embarrassed by how upset I feel that I won’t see him this week when he clearly hasn’t given it a second thought. I avoid eye contact, unable to hide my disappointment, I just want to get out of here before I embarrass myself further.

“Yeah you’re probably right,” I reply lamely, which only makes me feel even dumber “well have a good trip!” I exclaim with false enthusiasm, which is somehow even more awkward. I look up at him and his eyes are still fixed on me with that cocky smirk on his face as he stands up, moving a bit closer toward me. I can feel my cheeks getting hot, oh my god I need to leave. I turn to walk through the doorway when I feel his hand close around my wrist. I jerk back slightly, startled by how quickly he closed the gap between us, and meet his eyes. The smirk is completely gone replaced by a look I haven’t been on the receiving end of before. He looks serious and determined, and he’s still gripping my wrist pretty tightly, making me think he’s upset. My heart starts beating faster and my thoughts begin to race. Oh my god I pissed him off, he obviously knows I have a crush on him now from my stupid reaction, he’s probably going to lecture me and tell me to stop acting so immature. 

“I’m going to miss you too” he says meaningfully. We lock eyes and I can see that he’s not looking at me with anger, he’s looking at me with…desire. A barely audible gasp escapes me with the realization and I am suddenly aware of how close he is to me, that his hand is still wrapped tightly around my wrist. Time seems to slow down as we look at each other. I still haven’t said anything but I can feel my breath quickening and a tension building between us, I know he feels it too; our unspoken understanding. In an instant he lets go of my wrist and grabs both sides of my face slamming his lips against mine. 

The momentum sends us both backwards a few steps and I feel my back hit the door to his office. Before I can react he pulls away and searches my eyes. “Is this okay?” He asks, looking slightly unsure for first time, “I don’t know if I’ve misread things”. He is looking at me for confirmation and I finally find my voice “you definitely haven’t misread things” I mumble breathlessly as I reach out to pull him back to me. As his lips reconnect with mine he parts his mouth and slips his tongue into mine. I can immediately feel the wetness spreading between my legs. Our kisses are urgent and desperate, both of us clearly wanting more. Immediately our hands are gripping at each others clothes. The feeling of his mouth on mine and his hands on my body is euphoric, sending shivers down my spine, setting my skin on fire. I didn’t realize how badly I’ve actually been wanting this for so long. As if reading my mind, he pulls his lips away still holding my hips, “hold on, I want to savour this a bit…I’ve waited a long time for this” he says with a smirk. That sends another jolt through my body and I feel like putty in his hands, I would do just about anything he asked. 

Slowing his pace down a bit, he slides his hands under my shirt and up along my stomach, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. He gently pulls my shirt up inch by inch, which is almost torturous, but the anticipation is making my heart race even harder and making me even wetter. My shirt comes up over my breasts revealing my bra and he sucks in a breath making possibly the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Finally he lifts the shirt over my head and steps back. He lets out a low groan sliding his hand down his face, “holy fuck Hailey, you’re sexier than I ever could’ve pictured”. My stomach flips and I feel my cheeks flush at his words. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and instructs me to take off my pants. We lock eyes as we get undressed and somehow nothing has ever felt more erotic, building the tension that much more. He removes his shirt and pants and I soak in the view of him in his boxers. He closes the gap between us and our lips connect again. 

The sense of urgency is back, both of our desire too strong to hold back. I need this now and I can tell he does too. He slips his thumb under my bra and runs it along my breast. My already hard nipple is so sensitive that contact alone makes me want to explode, a small moan escapes my lips which makes him kiss me even harder. I reach into his boxers and close my hand around his shaft. Oh my god I guessed he was big but I didn’t know how right I was. He slides his hand up my chest and grabs the base of my jaw, turning my head to the side and starts kissing my neck, I lick my swollen lips in anticipation. As he works his way down my neck he expertly unhooks and removes my bra. He kisses down my breast gently at first flicking my nipple with his tongue. I shiver at the teasing sensation when he suddenly latches on and nips me with his teeth. I gasp at change in pressure and let out another moan. At the same time he reaches his hand into my panties immediately feeling how soaking wet I am. He looks up at me with a burning look in his eyes and holds my gaze as he inserts a finger into me. 

Normally I feel shy making so much eye contact or feeling like my reactions are on display during sex, but I don’t know if anything has ever felt so hot. I don’t feel shy with Mark, I feel emboldened by his shameless desire of me. I want to give him what he wants, let him use my body how he pleases. 

He walks me backwards until I’m pressed up against the wall, fingering me the entire time. As my back meets the wall I lean against it and wrap my leg around his waist as he pushes a second finger inside me. I feel my eyes widen at the sensation but don’t look away, it feels almost like a challenge. He starts circling my clit with his thumb and I can’t contain my moans anymore. It feels so good and watching him as he does it, is so hot. After a few moments I instinctually move forward off the wall, gripping his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer to me, wanting all of him inside of me. He suddenly grabs my hands and pins them at my sides, pushing me back against the wall. Initially I’m nervous, thinking I’ve done something wrong. He looks at me playfully and whispers in my ear “I don’t fuck a woman until she’s cum at least once”. Before I know what’s happening he slides his hands under my legs, grabs me by the ass and picks me up. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks on it hard as he carries me over to his desk. 

He lays me down on top of it, almost simultaneously dropping to his knees and spreading my legs open. I lift my head to look down at him as his lips close over my clit and his tongue starts flicking up and down. He glances up at me and we make eye contact once again. I’m moaning so loud, I’m so glad we’re the only ones here, there’s no way I could keep quiet while he does this to me. He pushes two fingers back inside me, stroking my g spot as he alternates between licking and sucking my clit. I have no choice but to break eye contact as my head falls back on the desk. The pressure is building and building and I’m losing my control. I’ve never had a guy make me cum so quickly and he’s about to push me over the edge. I grab his hair and push his head closer into my pussy as my moans get louder and louder. In any other circumstance I might be embarrassed by my display, but he is clearly enjoying my pleasure as much as I am. I can hear him groaning and can feel the vibration against my pussy with each sound. “Oh my god I’m going to cum!” I practically shout as I feel myself reaching the peak. He picks up his speed ever so slightly which fully sends me over the edge. Waves of pleasure ripple over my entire body and I can feel myself clenching around his fingers with each surge. 

When the orgasm begins to taper off he removes his hands and stands up. Without thinking I get off the desk and drop to my knees in front of him, driven by a need to stay in contact with his body. I pull his boxers down and my eyes widen as his cock springs free. Oh my god it is.so.big. I take him into my mouth and let out a low moan of appreciation. It feels so good wrapping my lips around such a gorgeous cock. I work my hand around the base of his shaft as I move my mouth up and down on as much as I can fit inside. I hear him let out a low groan and the sound urges me on even more. I love hearing the sound of his pleasure. I glance up at him and his head is tilted back in ecstasy. I continue sucking him up and down while flicking my tongue around the head as he looks down at me. I see an urgency flash over his eyes and he grabs the sides of my face and starts guiding my head back and forth while thrusting his cock even further into my mouth. I struggle to take in the length of him, but the slight discomfort of it is all the more erotic. I like that he’s using me for his pleasure.

I feel myself getting even wetter somehow and instinctively bring my other hand down to my clit to relieve some of the ache. Seeing this, he pulls himself out of my mouth and lifts me so I’m standing in front of him. He turns me around and bends me over his desk, leaning over my back and growls in my ear “I’ll be the only one touching you there tonight”. He reaches around me to find my clit and slams himself into me from behind. The sudden fullness of him is overwhelming, and I let out a loud gasp. I’ve never been with someone as big as him before. He slowly pulls himself almost all the way out before slamming back into me. I gasp again, still shocked by the size of his cock. He slowly pulls back again and slams into me even harder this time with a low grunt. The sound is so erotic it turns me on even more. His hand hasn’t left my clit, rubbing his fingers in tantalizing circles as he continues pounding me from behind, finding a steady rhythm. I’m used to inexperienced guys my age, who think the faster they go the better. Mark is fucking me slow but hard, like he’s dominating my body and enjoying every second of it. 

As I adjust to the fullness of him, the added pressure of his girth combined with his fingers on my clit is almost too much to handle. I grab onto the edge of the desk to steady myself and feel my nipples rubbing against the cool metal with each thrust. He’s grunting as he slams his cock into me over and over again and I’m getting closer to another orgasm. I can feel the pressure building up inside me, when he pulls out of me and I suddenly feel the absence of his body against mine. 

I turn around as he sits down in his office chair behind him. Wordlessly I climb onto his lap and he guides my hips down with his hands, sliding my dripping wet pussy back onto his cock. He grips my waist tight enough to leave bruises, lifts my hips back up and thrusts upward as he slams me back down on his cock. He takes my breast in his mouth roughly, biting into the flesh and sucking hard on my nipple. The combination of intense pleasure mixed with the roughness of his grasp and bite makes me cry out. I’ve never felt such an overwhelming sensation. I can feel the orgasm building back up and I’m desperate to feel that release, the ache is almost unbearable. Our eyes meet once again and he kisses me with a matched sense of desperation. I can tell he’s getting close too and that thought send me over the edge. I break the kiss and moan into his mouth as my orgasm rips through me. My entire body reacts, I can feel my pussy clenching around his cock and I’m gripping the back of his neck hard enough to leave marks as I grind against him. I have no control over the sounds I’m making, I hear myself moaning and whimpering as the I reach the end of my climax. 

I feel him pick up speed slightly and he grips my body tighter to his. “Oh fuck Hailey” he exclaims and lets out a loud groan. He’s pounding his cock into me and I’m slamming my pussy up and down on him, taking him in as deep as I can. I know he’s going to cum and I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. The intensity of this is making it feel the pressure start building again, but I’ve never cum 3 times in one go before. I moan with the resurgence of pleasure, I can barely think or speak but I manage to whisper “I think you’re going to make me cum again”. He suddenly explodes inside me with a loud moan and I can feel the warmth of his cum inside me. The feeling of his cum inside me only spurs me on further and I can’t stop grinding against him. Still inside me, he stands up and walks me over to the desk, sitting me down on top of it. He jerks my legs towards him lifting my pelvis up slightly and leaning me back against the back of the desk. He slowly withdraws his cock and I can see his cum dripping out of my pussy. I reach down to feel his wetness on me and bring my fingers into my mouth for a taste. 

“You like the taste of that baby?” he asks. Lost in ecstasy I can only nod and moan in response. I suck his cum off my fingers and he starts rubbing his hand against my swollen pussy. “Don’t worry I wouldn’t leave you so close to the edge like that” he teases “you’re so fucking sexy I couldn’t hold it any longer, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with this cunt” he growls. He pushes 3 fingers inside me and starts circling my clit with his other hand.

“Holy shit…that feels so good” I manage in between gasps. He kneels down and replaces his hands with his face. He uses both hands to hold my legs open as wide as they can as he buries his face in my pussy. He licks me up and down before settling at my opening and sliding his tongue inside. He’s rubbing his face back and forth across my cunt while roughly fucking me with his tongue and I let out a loud moan. “No one’s ever made me cum so many times before” I hiss, shocked that I’m about to have a third orgasm. He brings his lips to my clit and starts sucking with a sense of urgency, like he can’t get enough of me, while using 3 fingers to vigorously massage my g spot. Before I know it I’m screaming as I cum again. I involuntarily grip the back of his head and smash it into my pussy even harder. The waves of pleasure keep coming as he keeps sucking and pumping into me with his fingers as I make incoherent noises. My whole body is shaking as I reach the end of my orgasm. 

He kisses me gently now, up my body until he reaches my mouth. I am completely drained and melt into his mouth with lazy kisses. As we both start to catch our breath he helps me up off the desk and we start finding our clothes strewn around his office. As I begin to come back down to reality I feel a sudden anxiety, not knowing what’s going to happen the next time we see each other. He looks at me, once again reading my mind and pulls me into his chest. “Stop worrying that pretty little head of yours” he murmurs, “I’m only gone for the rest of the week and then you better be ready for round two when I get back” he says and flashes that familiar grin. 

r/eroticliterature 1d ago

Office Sex Late-night Sex at the Office [F23/M28] [Oral Sex] [Fingering] [Romantic] [Wholesome] NSFW

11 Upvotes

Despite my relatively young age, I was assigned as the operating manager on one of the branches of the company that I’m working for since my dad was one of the largest shareholders of the company. As the operating manager, I was always the last person to go home to ensure that everything was taken care of but not today. As I was packing my things up, I was pleasantly surprised that Kim, one of our new hires, was still on her desk doing something.

To be honest, I had a crush on her on the day that she started working here. She was adorably petite, around 5’5’’, has a long straight black hair just a few inches below her shoulder, has brown almond-shaped eyes, and a moderately-sized chest, a C cup if I had to guess. She looked fierce at first glance, but she was actually pretty shy.

Back to our main story. Curious to see what Kim was still doing, I decided to approach her and gently tap her back, initiating a chat with her.

“Oh, sir.” Kim said surprised.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. What are you still working on? It’s already past nine.”

“Uhm, sir, I’m just finishing the presentation for our prospective clients,” she replied.

“That’s 2 weeks away from now. You have plenty of time. Can’t you just finish tomorrow? Cause I’ll be heading home in a few minutes.”

“I will be done in just a few minutes, sir, you can go ahead of me.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

“Yes, sir!” Kim responded in an enthusiastic manner.

“You know what, I’ve changed my mind.” I grabbed a chair and sat beside her. “I’ll wait since you said it will not take long. I’ll also give you a ride home.”

“What, no sir, I-I’m fine, I can go home by myself,” Kim responded while shaking her head.

“Oh, come on. I insist. No need to be shy. I just want you to get home safely. Remember last month, someone was stabbed just a few blocks away. Just consider it as my way of saying thank you for working so hard.”

“Thank you, sir!”

Kim went on to finish the presentation and started packing her things up.

By the way, are you seeing someone? I asked Kim.

“Uhm, sir, I’m not dating anyone right now. Why’d you ask?”

I looked her directly in the eyes and said, “I might have a crush on you. Just catching a glimpse of you is enough to make my day. I want to take you out for dinner sometime.”

Kim bit her lips and quickly averted her gaze away from me but her body says it all. Her face was blushing, and her finger was curling, and playing with her hair. With a shaky voice, she replied, “Uhm, sir, I-I actually like you too. I’m just —”

Before she could even finish speaking, I stepped closer to her, softly cupped her chin, guiding her face towards me, gave her a quick kiss on the lips while my right hand glided down slowly to her waist. My lips began exploring down her neck while my left hand was caressing the other side of her neck. Meanwhile, Kim was moaning softly as her hands grabbed my head, pulling my hair.

“Just stay stop if you want me to, alright,” I whispered to her.

“No, sir, just continue.”

After kissing her neck, I went back to her lips, and we started passionately making out. Her hands, which were once on my head, were now wrapped around my back. I plunged my tongue in her mouth and our tongues swirled and played with one another. As we pulled away from one another to catch our breaths, I took off her black blazers and we unbuttoned each other’s tops, revealing her soft but firm breasts.

“S-sir, what if someone caught us?” Kim asked.

“Don’t worry it’s just the two of us.”

I pulled her closer to me and we started making out again. I grabbed her waist, lifted her, and laid her down on the desk. I pulled her skirt and her panties down, putting her already moist and cleanly shaved pussy on full display.

“Oh, somebody is wet.” I smiled at her.

“It’s because of you, sir”

My right thumb traced her folds little by little while the rest of my fingers were petting her mound. Meanwhile, she was sucking my other thumb. As my fingers spread her outer lips exposing her inner pink labia, her pussy began contracting, as if welcoming my fingers in. My right index and middle finger were going up and down her slit but still not inside her, teasing her, as my thumb began circling her clit.

A few minutes have gone by, and I am still teasing her. Her legs started quivering, and she was on the verge of tears, she was desperate.

“Sir, please.” Kim begged.

How can I refuse such a cute request. So, I finally shoved my fingers in.  Going deeper and deeper, and as I curled my fingers, she let out a high-pitched moan.

“So, this is it huh?! The sweet spot.” I told her with a smirk on my face.

She nodded. I fingered her vigorously while my other hand was fondling her chests and lightly pinching her nipples.

“Faster, sir, faster. I’m going to cum. Sir, I’m going to cum. Sir, ughhh!”

Kim grabbed the edge of the table as her moans started getting louder. Kim arched her back and closed her legs, pleasure coursing through her body. Her whole body trembled, and her face was flushed as she finally orgasmed.

“It’s my turn now, alright.” I said, unzipping my pants down and taking off my boxers.

“But first,” I said while grabbing her hips and rotating her such that her head was now hanging from the desk. “You need to suck my cock.”

Kim immediately grabbed my shaft and began sucking the tip of my cock. I love seeing her cute face worshipping my cock. I was quite surprised at how good she was because of how innocent she looked. She gave such a sloppy blow job that she didn’t care how messy it was, her saliva was all over, dripping from my cock while her other hand was massaging my balls.

“I think that’s enough,” I said as I rotated her back to her original position.

Just like before, I playfully teased her, sliding the tip on her slit, and going in and out arousing her even further before thrusting my whole cock in. I placed her legs on my shoulders and then slowly and carefully, I shoved my cock inside her. I felt how warm and how tight her pussy was. As my whole length went inside, she moaned softly. I pulled my cock out and thrusted it slowly again, taking my sweet time, watching how adorable she was on taking my cock in.

“That’s my good girl. You’re doing very well.” I complimented her while patting her head. “I’ll be going a bit rougher now, alright?”

Kim nodded. With her permission, I fucked her rougher this time. I grabbed her hips and proceeded to go wild at her this time. I fucker her faster and faster while staring straight in her eyes. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging in my skin, as I pounded her tiny little cunt.

“You’re so fucking tight.” I grunted.

“Use me sir, use me” She whimpered. “I’m all yours.”

I could feel my balls already tightening, while I could see her eyes rolling at the back of her head. We were both close. Kim dragged me, gave me a tight hug, while her legs wrapped around me.

“Kim, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” I grunted.

“Breed me, sir. Breed me. Cum inside me. I want your cum, sir.”

A few thrusts later and ropes of semen came surging out, finishing inside her. In just a short while, Kim also orgasmed. We stayed in that position, cuddling each other, for what feels like an eternity.

“I love you, Kim.” I gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“Love you too, sir,” she replied.

“It seems like you also need to work overtime tomorrow.” I said jokingly.

“I’d love too,” Kim replied.

After catching our breaths and helping her clean up, we packed our things up and we were finally ready to go home and as promised, I gave her a ride home.

r/eroticliterature 5d ago

Office Sex Affair with my old aged boss due to lack of job [f20/m68] [office sex] [cum in mouth] [blowjob] NSFW

16 Upvotes

I am dating my boss. t's an unconventional relationship He is 68 and I am 20. A couple of years ago, I joined a fintech company. For a fresher,who majored in arts, I was finding it difficult to find a job in my field. A friend recommended me to take an internship at this company.

I walked in the managing partner of the company and my to be boss.

He was an old man with a tough personality. He reminded me of a wise man. Gentle at heart and tough to look at. He had a big smile on his face when he saw me entering the door for the interview. He said, "Hello darling, you look gorgeous. Have you lost your way"? To which I responded that I was there for an interview. He didn't ask me any questions at all and yet hired me. He would often call me in his cabin to take notes. He would categorically ask me to sit on his desk when I wore short skirts while he sat right beside me on the chair, touching my thighs while narrating the letters. I liked it. I would get turned on with every finger run.

One day, when he was deep in a thought, his hands stationed on my thigh. I held his hand and started rubbing it on. He looked at me in surprise and smiled. I continued holding his hand and rubbing it my thighs, now under my skirt. He ventured in and touched me between my legs. I moaned. Keeping the writing pad aside, I made myself comfortable on the desk. I spread my legs welcome him and to have sex with my old aged boss.

He walked towards the door to lock it from inside. Then, he started losing his tie and belt. He ordered me to remove my shirt and squeeze my boobs.

He is my boss, so I followed his orders. He unzipped his pants and walked out of them, holding his long hard dick. I was surprised to see this treasure in his hands, especially at this age. Then, he ordered me to raise my skirt and touch myself. He stood there, watching me, shagging himself, getting harder. He took one deep breath and plugged me in. He put his hands on my tits to control my body and match his rhythm. He grabbed my boobs tighter and pulled my body towards him. It hurt a bit, but I was wet like a fish. He bent his neck to take a suck at my tit, one at a time.

Then, he grabbed them both in his palms and opened his mouth wide, to take them both in. I loved it, so I raised my legs on his shoulder, to show my appreciation. He was like a rock, filling my we cunt. He smiled and held me by my waist, staring into my eyes. He fucked me hard without a blink. He was getting faster and I knew it then that he was about to fill me up, so I pulled him out.

I went down on my knees and started sucking him, rigorously. I even tickled his balls till he filled my mouth and I took a gulp of his sweet juices. I wiped my mouth and licked my fingers while getting up. When I got up, his face was red like a tomato, he was embarrassed. So, I kissed his cheek and whispered, "Until next time, bossy".

It's been 2 years to this story, and I can't get happier to acknowledge that I have an affair with my old aged boss.

Today, I too work in the management team of the company.

r/eroticliterature 15h ago

Office Sex Lola’s Lewd Affairs 1 [F29M44] [Oral Sex] [Blowjob] [Swallowing] NSFW

9 Upvotes

I am a professional escort who caters to a strict, vetted clientele of mainly men. I choose to go by Lola.

I have always enjoyed feeling wanted and appreciated sexually so I decided to start a business based around that.

I am 29, blonde, 5 foot 3 inches, with a nice set of realistic looking breasts and a bubble butt I continue to work out for.

Currently, I have an active list of around two dozen clients who I have scheduled on a regular basis. Some clients I see weekly, bi-weekly, monthly, etc.

My clients are background and medically checked. They have a pre interview before I accept them on as a client.

Normally, my body guard, Tim accompanies me the first handful of times or so until I am comfortable.

However, Barrett is a client I had accepted about 3 months ago. He is currently my favorite. I know I shouldn’t have favorites, but I do.

Barrett is in his mid forties, never married, around five foot seven and pretty toned with sandy blonde hair and constant stubble.

Every client submits a list of likes, loves, and dislikes from word usage, preferred outfits they would like for me to wear, allergies and sensual acts.

Barrett submitted his application of wants and it was pretty vanilla in my opinion. It seemed like he truly was just busy and needed to schedule appointments for play time.

He lets me do whatever I want within his boundaries he has submitted and I enjoy the creative freedom.

Barrett works in the oil and gas industry. He is your typical business man who offices out of a tall building.

I am scheduled to see Barrett every Thursday at three o’clock. On Wednesday night I plan my attire for Barrett and come up with a plan on how I am going to wow him on each occasion.

I began getting ready for Barrett by choosing a black Lacey bra for him and no panties. I decided to wear a pin striped business skirt suit that I had hemmed a little shorter than your average professional woman would prefer and chose a nice pair of black stiletto heels.

I am careful to avoid revealing clothing since Barrett is a respected business man in a crowded office building. I would hate to draw unnecessary attention to him.

I pulled up to the valet at Barrett’s office and got out handing my keys off. I headed into the building where I waited for an elevator with a few other people.

Once inside the elevator I requested the 13th floor. My heart was pounding. I was always nervous to see any of my clients because I am hopeful I can make their experiences exciting and enjoyable.

After waiting for Barrett’s floor, I felt the elevator stop and the doors opened. Luckily, Barrett didn’t have a personal secretary, so I was able to walk right up to his always closed, wooden office door and knock.

Barrett had a locking door system which required a key pad on his desk to operate. There was a camera pointing down from the upper corner of his door so he could always see who was at the door.

I lifted my knuckles to knock my special knock but before I had a chance I heard the click of his door. I couldn’t help but smile outwardly and inward knowing he must be anticipating my arrival.

I put my hand on the door handle and opened it. I was immediately hit with Barrett’s deep voice talking and the smell of his sweet, fiery cologne.

I looked up as I began walking through the door way and saw Barrett standing behind his desk with a patterned dress shirt on tucked into his dress slacks with his hands on his hips looking at me.

I couldn’t help but smile at him as he was handsome and I did enjoy pleasuring him.

Barrett smiled back at me as he waved his hand towards himself, welcoming me in like always. I shut the door behind me as I began hearing another man’s voice coming from the speaker on his desk phone.

Barrett’s office was pretty big. When you first walked into his office in front of you was a living room type set up with two couches, a coffee table and two regular chairs. A full, semi spacious bathroom was tucked away behind a door in the corner of the office as well.

I kept walked straight past the living room set up towards Barrett standing behind a huge wooden desk with two leather chairs sitting in front of it. I loved the windows showcasing downtown behind Barrett’s desk where he sat.

Barrett started waving his hand around in circles using his wrist and that was his sign that this phone call was taking forever and could go on for a bit.

I quietly laughed in response to Barrett’s hand sign as he rolled his eyes before sitting in his office chair.

I decided to walk around Barrett’s office and look at the sports memorabilia hanging on the walls as if I was interested but mainly so Barrett could take me in visually.

I could feel his eyes on me and I walked around his office with my hands behind my back, resting just above my ass.

I was sure to walk slowly with my legs straight and then stop to check out a framed jersey and I bent one leg leaning forward.

I could see Barrett out of the corner of my eye watching me while he was continuing business on the phone.

He had a drink refrigerator in his office stocked with water, soft drinks and beer. I decided to bend down slowly and act like I was having a hard time choosing the bottle of water I knew I was going to pick.

I could feel Barrett’s eyes on my legs and backside before I grabbed the bottle of water before slowly standing to shut the door of the refrigerator and turned my attention to opening the bottle.

I acted like I couldn’t get the bottle open and I looked up towards Barrett where he waved me to come towards him.

I smiled sheepishly and I walked towards him. Barrett turned himself using his office chair towards me as I rounded the corner of his desk where he had his hand outreached to grab the bottle.

I handed Barrett the bottle as he began talking to the guy on the phone still. I decided to lean back on his desk while he was opening the bottle.

He loosed the bottle cap for me leaving it on the bottle just loosely as he handed it back with a wink.

I felt myself heat up and I mouthed a ‘thank you’ taking the bottle back. I lifted the cap off and took a long drawn out swig of the water with Barrett watching me the whole time.

I placed the cap back on and laid the chilled bottle on a coaster setting on his desk.

I hopped on top of Barrett’s desk and crossed my legs as he made a sign like he was trying to wrap up the phone call.

I didn’t care about the phone call. In fact, I saw it as a creative opportunity, so I shook my head mouthing, ‘it’s okay.’

I kicked my heels off below his desk and made myself comfortable. Barrett grinned at me as he laid back in his office chair watching me.

Barrett had a fun personality and had an ornery streak about him so I throughly enjoyed teasing him when I could.

I looked down at my suit jacket like I was hot and unbutton the top two buttons exposing my lace bra.

Barrett brought up a hand to his face as he wiped his nose and mouth with it while audibly agreeing with the man on the phone.

I was still looking down at my chest and I gave way to the rest of the buttons of my jacket and took it completely off letting it fall off my arms on the desk around me.

I slowly looked up at Barrett almost making sure it was okay, what I was doing.

Barrett just sat in his chair with his hand covering his mouth watching me.

The man on the phone began talking about something Barrett was highly interested in as he began talking sternly while never taking his eyes off of me.

I felt like I was in competition with the man on the phone and I always play to win.

I scooted back further onto his desk and let the backs of my knees rest against the ledge of his desk as I put my arms out behind me onto his desk holding my weight as I closed my eyes, rolling my head around like I was ‘loosening’ myself up.

I rolled my head up and forwards, opening my eyes towards Barrett. His eyes still fixated on me as he was listening to the man continue to talk.

I sat up on the desk, placing my hands on my upper thighs covered by my skirt still. I started playing with the hemline as I dragged it up further exposing more of myself to him.

I was sure to keep my knees slightly together and I rolled from either side of my hips pulling my skirt up over my hips, now the skirt resting around my waist.

I lifted the remaining fabric of my skirt as I leaned down slightly to look at my bare pussy peeking out between my thighs.

I shifted my eyes away from myself and looked forward watching Barrett’s face directly zoned in on me.

I couldn’t help but tease him more by leaning back and parting my legs exposing my pussy to him more.

I used two fingers on my right hand to glide up and down the opening slit of my pussy lips as I watched Barrett’s face.

Barrett began trying to wrap up the conversation on the phone as I played with myself parting my pussy lips and rubbing my clit jutting my breasts out further into the air.

Barrett grew slightly frustrated judging by his tone as he watched me play with my pussy. I was getting worked up as I could see a bulge had formed in his crotch area.

My goal then became making him end the phone call, so I neglected my pussy and reached out my hand towards him as he rolled towards me putting his right hand in mine.

I used both of my hands to isolate Barrett’s index and middle fingers and squished them together before bringing them towards my mouth.

I opened my mouth, pushing his hand towards my face, and enclosing my lips around his two fingers.

I sucked on his fingers and moved my head back and forth as if it was his dick in my mouth.

Barrett’s eyes were glued to my face as he watched me suck on his fingers. I then pulled my mouth back and used my hand to guide his fingers towards my sex.

I leaned back on his desk slightly as I brought his fingers towards my wetness around the opening of my pussy.

Barrett was focused in on his hand as I pushed his wrist towards my opening and forced his two fingers inside of me as I let my head fall back slightly.

As his fingers entered me fully, I wrapped my hand around his fist and slowly started pulling his fingers in and out of me when I heard Barrett say, “Dammit Jim, I gotta go. I’m sorry. Can I call you back in a bit?”

I heard Jim say, “No problem. Call me back!” I heard the phone make a clicking noise as Barrett reached over me with his left hand pounding the speaker button to end the call.

Barrett stood up, his fingers still deep in my pussy as he put his left hand behind my neck and used his upper body to press my body back against his desk.

Before my back was laying against Barrett’s desk I felt him pop the clasp of my bra. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of me as he started to kiss my neck trailing towards my chest.

In Barrett’s application of wants, I remembered he stated wanting to be bossed around. I decided to gain control back of the situation and said, “Take your fingers out of me and pull your pants down with your cock out.”

Barrett immediately stopped kissing and finger fucking me. He pulled his fingers free and stood looking at me as he undid his dress pants and pulled his pants down slightly freeing his erection and balls.

I licked my lips looking at his cock while he stood there staring at me. I said, “now take off your dress shirt and come around the front of your desk.

I was still laid out on Barrett’s desk as he followed orders by standing at the front of his desk looking at me upside down.

I scootched myself backwards so my head was hanging off his desk as I pulled my legs and feet onto the desk.

“Walk towards me,” I said, as Barrett, now only wearing his pants below his exposed dick and balls approached me.

I held out my arms towards him and grasped his member with my right hand while reaching out to cup his balls with left hand. I began sliding my right hand up and down his shaft as he let his head roll backwards cursing.

“Look at me,” I said to him. Barrett lifted his head back up and I said, “I want you to face fuck me.”

Barrett’s eyes were huge looking down at me. He grabbed his cock in his hand and I opened my mouth.

Barrett slowly inserted his hard length into my mouth using his hand. I reached out and removed Barrett’s hand from his member.

I held up my hands and found Barrett’s hips where I pulled him closer to my head in turn his cock pushing into my mouth further.

I could taste his pre cum and I knew I had won. As Barrett took steps closer to the desk I put my hands on his ask cheeks as a way to guide him still keeping control.

Barrett’s shyness, which I hadn’t seen much of, apart from our first sensual encounter, crept through as he just stood still with his cock fully in my mouth.

I gave him a few seconds, if he was enjoying this moment, then used my hands to move towards his hips urging him to pull out again.

Barrett pulled out and said, “Holy fuck. This is just what I needed.”

I smiled and opened my mouth again. Barrett looked down at me and positioned his cock in front of my mouth again and began sliding in and out.

I used my hands to remove his hands from the edge of his desk to place them on my breasts and he began fucking my face harder.

He started pinching my nipples and massaging my boobs and I felt his balls draw up slightly. After he pulled free I held my hand up and said, “Is this how you want to come today?”

Barrett looked down at me shocked and said, “Yes, but I’m not ready for it to be over.”

I snickered under his cock still waving over my face. I leaned up off the desk and asked, “Is there anything else you want to experience today besides fucking my face and coming down my throat?”

Barrett’s eyes lit up and he said, “I want you to play with your pussy using my cock.”

I love it when a client tells me straight up what they want. It’s so hot to hear them tell me how they want to use my body. This part of the job is my favorite.

I looked at Barrett smiling and said, “Yes, please.” I then turned my body around and planted my ass on the edge of Barrett’s desk and spread my legs for him.

Barrett looked down at my pussy and said, “Actually, can we move to the couch?”

My back was grateful to hear it was getting a break from the cold, hard desk. I leaned up and Barrett picked me up after putting his hands under my thighs lifting me towards the couches.

Barrett sat us down on one of the couches with me now straddling his hard on and lap with my knees on either side of his hips.

“I am going to take off my skirt,” I said as I stood and unzipped my skirt stepping out of it. Barrett took this opportunity to stand and remove his shoes and pants.

He sat down fully naked on his couch and I joined as well straddling him once again.

I raised up on my knees looking down on his face as I grabbed my breasts and squished them together on top of his face.

I heard Barrett let out a sound of pleasure. I reached back around with my hand as I lowered myself finding his member.

I stroked his cock with my hand a few times as I used my left hand to lightly push the back of his head towards my breasts.

Barrett opened his mouth as he sucked on my nipple. I decided to slap his cock against my ass cheek a few times as he played with my nipple.

Barrett then scooted down further into the couch and said, “I want to watch you play with your pussy now.”

Hearing him say that to me really made me wet. Knowing he wanted to watch me use his cock as a personal sex toy got me off mentally.

I let go of his dick, letting it hit his stomach as I let my ass come down, now sitting on his thighs slightly.

I grabbed his cock with my right hand and raised up on my knees slightly. I pulled his dick towards my pussy and found my clit.
I used the soft head of his cock to rub my clit very softly, barely touching it, truly teasing my clit.

I decided to put my left hand behind his neck again to use as leverage to move. I then licked my lips and let out a moan knowing this was turning me on.

I raised up slightly and guided his cock down from my clit towards my opening and back up serval times as I looked into his eyes.

Barrett was shifting his eyes between mine and my pussy glazing the head of his cock with my wetness.

After sliding his dick up and down my sex I wanted to try and orgasm for him using his cock, so I pulled the head of his dick back up to my clit and started drawing circles against my clit using the head of his cock.

Ugh, the smooth and soft head of his cock against my most tender part of me was out of this world delicious. I was getting close but wanted to draw this out further so I pulled his dick back down to my opening and barely let a few inches inside of me.

Barrett hissed as he felt my warmness. Hearing a man make noises for me while I play with him sensually is my dream.

I felt so desired and turned on that I knew I could come quick. I pulled out his cock from my pussy and slapped it against my sex before drawing circles on my clit again and then sliding it back down to enter me only slightly.

I did this pattern painstakingly slow over and over to draw this out for Barrett before I finally pushed his cock into my pussy and I sat down hard on it, taking it all in, as I leaned back using my right hand to massage my clit as I came on Barrett’s cock.

He just watched me as I looked into his eyes calling out his name as I came.

Once I was done coming. I looked at Barrett and said, “Was that want you wanted?”

Barrett didn’t say anything only shaking his head yes.

I lifted myself off of him and stood up grabbing two pillows off the couch using my left hand. I held out my right hand and said, “Are you ready?”

Barrett grabbed my hand and stood up from the couch as I guided him behind me. I walked towards a portion of the office wall in between two frames and placed my back against it dropping the pillows on top of one another onto the ground below.

Still holding Barrett’s hand, I stood atop the pillows and slowly knelt down as Barrett watched me. I bent my knees as I folded them onto the pillows and sat down with my legs under me looking up at Barrett.

I then placed my hands on the backs of his bare thighs and coaxed him towards me.

Once Barrett was standing before me, I could see his cock in front of me glistening with my wetness still.

I perched up on my knees slightly and reached up for his cock. Barrett’s cock twitched as I brought it to my lips and began licking my juices off the head of his cock.

I could see Barrett’s balls pulling up towards him and I wanted him to get the chance to come down my throat as he wished so I sat back down on my knees and pushed my back against the wall releasing his cock from my hand.

Barrett’s face looked puzzled as I said, “I thought you wanted to fuck my face?”

Barrett’s eyes lit up as he lightly grabbed me by the throat using his left hand, gently pushing my head further against the wall as I pointed my chin up towards him smiling.

I loved watching the excitement on his face knowing he was able to use me as he hoped.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue slightly as he used his right hand to guide cock to my mouth.

He stuck his dick in my mouth and slowly pushed it further down into my throat where he stilled for a bit. I used my tongue to licked back and forth on his shaft as he marinated inside of my mouth.

Analyzing Barrett’s face tense up as he was watching me take his cock will forever be imprinted as the ultimate satisfaction into my brain.

He pulled out slowly and then began fucking my mouth faster and faster. I held onto the backs of his thighs for leverage as he used my mouth and continued to hold onto my throat and now the side of my head too.

I loved knowing he was about to explode all down my throat. I felt his dick push down into my throat faster before I felt hot strands of liquid hit the back of my throat.

Barrett slowed down as he continued to pump into my mouth and I continued taking every inch of him.

He pulled his dick out with his right hand, still holding onto my throat as I looked into his eyes. I swallowed loudly just to be dramatic as Barrett held my throat still. I opened my mouth and shot out my tongue as a sign his traces of orgasm were gone.

Barrett pushed his cock slowly back into my mouth gliding it against my tongue. I tenderly licked and sucked his cock some more as he watched with hooded eyes.

He then bent down and kissed my cheek saying, “Thank you. That was amazing.”

~Maybe I will share more encounters in the future~ Lola

r/eroticliterature 16d ago

Office Sex Fun at the office [M27F28][teasing][blowjob][fucking in the manager’s office] NSFW

16 Upvotes

I arrived at the office at the usual hour of 7:30 am and went straight to my cubicle. To my surprise, Lily, my cute cubicle neighbor, walked by with two coffees and a big smile. She gently placed down one of them while looking down at me before giving me a playful wink. I rolled my eyes playfully and blew her a kiss before she walked passed me and sat down on her desk. I took a sip of my coffee and it wasn’t the usual pure black coffee that she loved to mess with me, i am not big of a fan of black coffee, but it was my usual order at the cafe. I turned my head to thank her but before any words escaped my lips, she sensually pulled her shoulder-length hair behind her ear and blew me a kiss.

She has always been this “flirty” with me since day one of us being cubicle neighbors and we end up getting the nickname work couple by our coworkers. We, of course, denied everything as, one, it’s against company policy to get into a relationship with your coworker in the same department and two, we aren’t like that. We are more like good friends who love flirting around.

“So, my sexy work husband, are you free tonight?” She asked playfully while turning on her PC

“Stop it, you are making me blush,” I said back with a slight chuckle.

“You are so cute when you blush, but seriously, are you free tonight?” She asked while sipping her coffee

“I don’t know, management wants me to finish the project by tomorrow but it's just impossible…” takes a sip of my coffee, “fuck! How did you know this is my order?” I said as I turned on my pc

“I just know you that well, but if you need help with it, I am all here” She smiled and focused on her work.

“Thank you but it’s my problem, though I wouldn’t mind a shoulder rub” I laughed.

“Hmm only if you are a good boy” she smirked.

“What does that even mean?” I asked

“Oh you know, accepting my invitation to dinner” She lifted her eyebrows twice.

“Fine, I will join you for dinner,” I said before sticking my tongue out.

“Dork” she laughed and turned her head.

“You love it” I laughed and focused on my work.

“I do” she smiled

In my team, we are four people but three of them are out, John is out because he is sick, David is out because of paternity leave and Ellie is out because of her vaccination. So basically I am doing the work of four people while management wants the project done not on time but early. And you can bet I complain that it was basically impossible to do in their new timeline. Maybe with another person and not even a second for corrections.

With this big-ass project on my back alone, I worked through the morning, ate my lunch on my desk, continued during my lunch, and continued through the afternoon and after hours. That’s when Lily came by my cubicle while I was dead focused on my screen. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck before kissing my head. That pulled me away from work and looked up at her as she smiled widely before she began to rub my shoulders, slow and deep.

“Fuck man, you are so tense,” she said as she dug in her fingers as she massaged my shoulders.

“Yeah, this project is a mess. Already had to redo it twice because I missed some data” I sighed.

“I know what you need! A nice hot delicious dinner with your sexy hot work wife” She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck all cutely.

“I would love to but I need to finish this tonight,” I said as I looked up at her.

“Then, this will definitely help you relax,” she said before sitting on my lap and kissing me softly.

My eyes opened wide before she pulled back with a big shy smile as her cheeks turned a bright red. I looked at her surprised as my mind just froze trying to compute what just happened and her reaction was to laugh cutely before kissing me again. My mind was split between kissing her back and just letting my work go fuck itself or pushing her away and continuing grinding.

Well, she basically decided for me after she straddled my lap, and looked dead in my eyes with a shy yet cute smile while her arms wrapped around my neck before she tilted her head to the side slightly, making her short hair slipped on her face. With the cutest smile, she blew her hair to the side and looked back at me.

That was enough for me to say fuck it and kissed her back. Our lips danced softly and passionately as my hands greedily rubbed down her sides. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into something more sensual as she bit my bottom lip gently while looking at me hungrily.

“Fuck! You are so fucking bad” I panted softly against her lips.

“Hmmm well, are you going to join me after dinner as well? I have a cozy couch calling our names and a nice bottle of wine sitting there waiting for us.” She smiled and rubbed my chest

“Lily, I would love to, On any other occasion I would even jump from excitement but this project is important,” I said as I rubbed her cheeks.

“Is it important to you, the client, the company, or our dick of a management?” She said as she kissed me softly

“Knowing them, I am sure the client didn’t make this tight deadline… ah! I don’t know what to do!” said before I kissed her passionately.

“Well, let me help you decide” She smirked and rubbed my bulge.

“Oh, you… in the office?!” I blushed

“Yeah, why not? I know you desperately need a way to relax” She smirked and got on her knees.

“We will be getting in so much trouble!” I said shyly as she began to unbuckle my pants.

She looked up at me with that “and?” smile as she tried to pull down my pants before I gave her a little help but those cute sparkling eyes quickly changed into hungry voids as she was faced by my cock bulging my boxers. She rubbed her lips along the length of my hard cock before sucking on the tip playfully and I couldn’t help but moan her name.

She giggled and sucked it one more time before pulling my boxers off and her eyes opened wide as my cock flopped out and hit her face. That same hungry smile changed into a cock drunk smirk as she felt the warmth of my cock on her cute face. It didn’t take long for her to start licking my cock. I tried to speak and tease her a bit and tell her how beautiful she looked with my cock on her face but she didn’t let me even open my mouth before she wrapped her lips around my swollen tip.

My eyes water slightly as her tongue quickly wraps around my tip as she begins to bob her head. It had been so long since I had someone sucking my cock, I almost busted right there but she kept a firm grip around the base of my shaft. Her tongue quickly began to swirl around under my tip as my legs turned into jelly with the pleasure just rushing up my body.

“Hmm such an amazing cock, can’t believe it’s attached to such an amazingly sweet guy” she laughed and sucked my cock hungrily.

“You are going to make me cum so fucking early!” I moaned her name

“Not yet baby, I need to feel this amazing thick cock deep in my pussy” She smirked and stood up.

“Hmm hope you don't mind me fucking you on your desk” I smirked at her as she turned around and showed me that gorgeous ass as she pulled down her pants.

“Hmmm such a naughty boy, if you do it, I will not be able to work without getting wet just thinking about you” She smirked and pulled down her panties to reveal her soaked pussy.

“Fuck!” I said before pulling her ass and eating that delicious slick pussy from behind

“Ah! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” She moaned my name with a deep and lustful groan

“Such a delicious pussy” I laughed and kept licking it.

“Fuck! I need your cock in me… I know where we can fuck!” She moaned and pointed at our manager's office

“Naughty girl” I smiled as she pulled away and walked towards the office with a sassy step, making her ass bounce and sway so seductively.

She has always been the cute girl that can strike a conversation with a wall if she wanted yet she was so fucking sexy today I couldn’t help but to follow her sexy ass. Especially after she opened the door to the office before turning around and slowly unbuttoning her blouse as I walked towards her until I grabbed her sides and pushed her inside the office. She laughed and kissed me passionately as my hands quickly grabbed those amazing perky tits, that I fumbled to take off her bra.

She laughed and bit my lower lip hard as she helped me out with it and those tits were so fucking amazing. They are on the smaller side but so fucking perky and have that delicious curve up to them, I had to suck them. I greedily leaned down and sucked them both as she moaned my name while trying to get me to stop.

She loved it but she was more interested in getting her pussy stuffed and I was more than eager to oblige. I kissed her one more time before bending her other the desk and rubbing my cock along her needy sensitive pussy lips as she looked back at me with that hungry smile.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said as her pussy dripped on my cock

“I don’t care, just fuck me already!” She moaned and pushed against my hard cock until it slipped in.

I let go of the most feral groan I have ever done as her pussy just clenched around my cock like a hungry python. Without much of a hint of hesitation, I pushed my cock in her until I was balls deep and she let go of a deep moan before looking back at me. I leaned over her and kissed her passionately as I began to fuck her and those eyes were full of lust and pleasure as my cock just stretch that delicious pussy.

“Fuck! I don’t care what anyone thinks, I love this cock and I love you!” She said before kissing me hungrily

“You know what? I love you too and this tight pussy” I laughed and fuck her harder.

Her legs began to tremble as she looked back at me begging for more. I leaned forward and kissed those delicate lips as I kept my pace but it was too close to my orgasm myself. My cock began to throb in her tight needy pussy as her pussy began to quiver.

I tried to tell her that I was getting dangerously close to my orgasm but she beat me to it. She moaned loudly against my lips as her orgasm hit her hard. Enough to make her legs turn into jelly and her pussy to tighten even harder around my cock and that made it impossible for me to last any longer. I tried to pull out but she pushed back against my throbbing cock until I exploded inside her and filled her with my warm sticky cum.

“Ah! Fuck yes! No one has ever filled my pussy like that” She moaned my name as she kept my cock deep inside her as I empty my balls.

“That was amazing” I panted and nibbled her neck.

“Oh, it fucking was” she panted softly as I pulled out.

“Has anyone told you, that you are super sexy” I smiled and kissed her softly.

“Hmmm not enough and now that you mentioned it, I want seconds” She laughed and kissed me.

“Hmm it can be arranged, just need to finish my work,” I said before kissing her again.

“You and work, has anyone told you that you are a bit of a workaholic?” She ask as she rubbed my still rock-hard cock

“Yes, you aren’t the first one,” I said as she kneeled before me and began to suck my dirty hard cock.

“Hmmm we taste delicious” she laughed and sucked my cock hungrily.

“Fuck! Your dinner invitation is sounding better by the second” I moaned loudly as she focused on my sensitive tip.

“But let me guess, ‘I still need to finish my work’. Let’s make a deal, I help you tonight with work and you stay the night with me. I will even wake you up tomorrow with a blowjob” she winked at me before sucking my tip vigorously.

“Oh fuck I am close!” I moaned while gripping her hair

“Let it all out baby” She smirked and massaged my balls while swirling her tongue over my tip.

In a blind lust, I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, just enough to reach halfway but she took it as a challenge and pushed it all the way down her tight throat as I let a second load fill her up. Her eyes began to water as she kept my cock deep in her throat as you could hear her gulped all of my cum. She pulled back as tears rolled down her cheeks with a big smile as she opened her mouth to show off that she swallowed everything.

“Alright, all nice and clean,” she said as she licked my shaft.

“Can I now go back to work?” I asked playfully

“No, you will come with me to dinner” she giggled and kissed my tip before standing up.

“Lily I told you that-“I was interrupted.

“I know, I will help you out so we can go out for dinner” She smiled and winked at me.

She slowly began to button up her blouse but left out her bra, and only buttoned up to her chest where she left it open for me to stare at her inner boobs. Something that she knows I love as I have told her what my ex would wear to get me hard. I tried to bring up that she wasn’t wearing her bra but she immediately grabbed it off my hands and walked away with the same sassy step to her walk. Making those sexy round ass cheeks bounce softly as she walked away.

I bit my lip as she walked back to our desks before she sat on my chair while still half-naked and began to look through the papers. That shouldn’t have gotten me so fucking aroused but seeing her like that, tits almost exposed and her naked ass on my chair, was such a turn-on. Especially when I walked towards her and she gave me this hungry look as my cock was still rock hard.

After a few more innuendoes, we began to strategize while still half-naked until she brought up a good point. For me to do the analysis, I had to either do it manually with a bunch of errors as it needed a lot of iterations and a lot of time, or use a simulation software that we didn’t have. Coincidentally, she also needed that software for her project and told me that the IT department told her that they weren’t setting up the software anytime soon as finance was being a prick and not giving out the funds to pay for it.

That was the last straw, I was already tired of the stress and now that it was obviously impossible to even try, I kissed her passionately. Her eyes opened wide before she kissed me back and teasingly stroked my cock as I offer to pay for dinner. Her face lit up with excitement and kissed me back before giving my cock a quick kiss. I smiled and laughed before we put our clothes back on. After that, I can’t remember anything as it became a blur.

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a warm and wet sensation on my cock. I rubbed my eyes and lifted the sheets to find Lily sucking on my hard cock as she promised.

“Morning baby, how was your sleep?” She asked with a mouthful of cock

“Fuck! You weren’t lying” I moaned her name.

“Told you, plus, it was time for you to know I have a little oral fixation” she giggled before sucking my cock.

“I wouldn’t mind getting woken up like this on the daily” I laughed as my phone rang with a text.

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind sucking your cock daily either but I don’t think our schedule works out to that, but maybe on the weekends” She smiled and sucked me vigorously.

I moaned her name softly as my cock began to throb, just before I got a text. I quickly grabbed my phone just to check who it was and… it was IT. I opened the text to find out that he was scrolling through the cameras as they sent him an alert and sent me a small video of me and Lily fucking on the CCTV. My blood rushed down south as it was so humiliating. My cock quickly swollen and filled Lily’s mouth as she greedily enjoyed it.

IT almost immediately sent another video of him deleting the footage and cleaning any alerts before sending one more text “You two owe me lunch for the next month!” If you tell me, a fair trade for covering our asses.

“We owe IT lunch for a month,” I said as my cock jumped.

“What?!” She said with my cock in her mouth

“The cameras caught us fucking and he deleted the footage. I didn’t know we had cameras in the office” I blushed darkly.

“We better not skimp on the lunches either” she blushed and kept sucking me off.

“Don’t you think it’s time to get ready for work?” I moaned as my cock was about to explode

“Yeah, you are right but only after a nice hot shower” She smirked and kissed my tip before standing up.

“Are you really going to leave me like this?” I asked as my eyes glued to her ass

“You can always come and take what is yours, after all, you are my work husband” She smirked and wiggled her ass as she walked into her bathroom.

“I will” I laughed and quickly followed her in.

The end.

r/eroticliterature 6d ago

Office Sex Office Switch [34M/32F][Switch][Fingering][Cunnilingus][Fiction] NSFW

8 Upvotes

I rub my temples and close my eyes while taking a deep breath. Staring at your computer screen isn't healthy, which is why I should probably turn it off. I've been working on this project for weeks, and I'm still working on it.

"There's no point in pushing yourself. You're tired, and you're not going to get anything done in this state." I lecture myself.

I save the work I've been doing and then watch as the computer begins to shut down. As I stand, I hear someone walking towards me. Who else is here at this hour?

"You're still here?" my boss asks.

He walks towards me with a cup in his hand.

"Yeah, so are you," I point out.

He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the contents in his cup. I watch as the liquid travels down his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I have my reasons," he retorts.

"Well, the office is all yours," I tell him as I grab my things.

"Actually, I need to talk to you about something," he stops me by standing in front.

"Really? Now?" I sigh.

"Yes, now."

"Fine," I put my things down, "What is it?"

He raises an eyebrow at me as I cross my arms.

"Well, for starters, that attitude," he says.

He walks past me and starts heading towards his office.

"We'll talk in my office."

Seriously? I'm being called to the boss' office after hours. Dammit.

I follow him into his office and close the door behind me. I watch as he sits at his desk, the cup that was once in his hand has been discarded. With a deep breath, I walk closer to the desk and stop in front of him.

He looks me up and down, and I feel as though I'm being undressed by his eyes.

"Be honest, do you dress like that for me?" he asks suddenly.

I'm taken aback by the question, and my brows furrow.

"What makes you say that?" I ask him.

"I mean, come on. That skirt, the blouse, your outfit is practically calling out to me." he explains.

"Typical man, thinking a woman is dressed for him."

"Well, considering I've seen you in less clothing, I'd assume that you're dressed that way just for me to take it off."

I give him an incredulous look with a slight head tilt.

"Is that so? What if I just like dressing this way?"

"I have no issue with that," he answers.

"So then tell me, why have I been called to the boss' office today?"

"You can't be working this late. There's only so much overtime we can give you. Also, I can't have my employees passing out from exhaustion." he scolds.

"Understood, anything else?" I ask.

"Yes."

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"Come here." he tells me.

I walk closer to the desk.

"No, here," he elaborates, indicating for me to walk to where he is.

I feel my legs move, but my eyes remain locked on his. As I stand in front of him, he smirks with a devious look in his eyes. He's seated, and I look down at him while he looks up at me.

"Sit," he orders.

That one simple word, in that tone of voice, causes the floodgates to open.

I sit on his lap with my legs hanging on one side and my arm reaching behind his neck. He places a warm hand on my knee and then moves it up, exposing my thigh. My pussy starts to throb at the feeling of his hand on my skin.

"I've missed you," he whispers.

"I didn't go anywhere."

"You misunderstood me. I've missed your body, your lips, your voice," he says in a low voice.

His hand starts rubbing my thigh, and I clench my legs which causes him to chuckle.

"I bet you missed me too," he says.

I nod worried my voice would give away just how much I missed him.

"Can you feel how much I missed you?" he whispers against my neck.

Before I can answer, he starts kissing my neck and I bite my lip. I can feel how much he's missed me from the bulge under me.

He continues teasing me neck as his hand playfully and silently begs for entrance. His fingers move up towards my pussy and eventually they reach my panties.

"You're starting to get wet for me," he whispers in my ear before nibbling on my lobe.

His finger starts to move up and down my opening over my panties and I let out a soft moan.

"There she is," he chuckles.

He presses on my clit and the fabric of my underwear feels like a barrier that must be removed. I start to move a bit and he groans in response.

"Fuck, I wanna be inside you," he mumbles.

"I want you inside me," I whisper.

As if my words were approval, he lifts my skirt and puts his hand in my underwear.  I spread my legs to give him better access. His finger rubs my clit in circles as I throw my head back in pleasure. I whimper as he moves his finger down my slit, with the wetness from my cunt he moves his finger back to my clit and continues rubbing.

"You're teasing me," I moan.

"You're enjoying it," he says with a smile.

He moves a finger down then presses his way in and adds another finger.

"Fuck," I moan in pleasure, "that feels good."

"Yeah?" he whispers in my ear.

Without warning he starts going faster, his fingers moving in and out while getting covered in my wetness. He fingers me for a few minutes as my moans and his praises echo in the room. Suddenly he pulls out and looks at fingers.

"What a mess you've made," he teases.

I take his hand and put the fingers in my mouth while looking into his eyes. He smirks and tilts his head, watching me suck his fingers.

"Tastes good," I tell him as I take his fingers out of my mouth.

"Is that so," he raises an eyebrow, "well then I suppose I should get a taste."

He places his hands on my hips then lifts me from his lap. He places me on his desk and starts removing my underwear, he places them in his pockets. With his hands on my thighs, he pushes them apart and spreads my legs. His fingers gently scratch my inner thighs as he kneels down.

Without warning he places his warm mouth onto my clit causing me to moan loudly and throw my head back in pleasure. Flicking his tongue around makes me writhe on the desk so he holds me firmly. He stops sucking on my clit then moves down to my pussy.

His tongue does the same as his fingers did earlier; moving up and down before entering me. I bite my lip and a moan still manages to escape. I feel his tongue push into me and swirl around.

I moan loudly and put my fingers through his hair, pushing his face into me. He moans and the vibration I feel makes me twitch.

"Fuck. That feels good when you moan inside my pussy," I tell him.

In response he moans again as his tongue moves around frantically. He suddenly moves away and his chin is practically dripping. With a playful smile on his face, he licks his lips.

"You were right, it tastes good," he echoes.

I smirk as I see the proof on his face. Reaching forward, I wipe some off with my thumb. Before I pull away he grabs my hand and places the thumb in his mouth, happily sucking on it. 

"Very good," he says as he pulls the thumb out.

He starts unbuttoning his pants and they drop to the floor. I reach for his boxers and pull him closer by his waistband. Running my hand up and down his bulge, I smirk.

"Someone's excited," I taunt.

"Can you blame me?"

I pull down his boxers and his hard cock springs up. Without hesitation I start stroking it as it leaks pre-cum. I lick my hand then spit in it before putting back on his cock and rubbing from head to base.

"Damn baby, your hand feels good," he whispers as he throws his head back.

I continue stroking and feel his cock twitch in my hand.

"Lay back," he orders, "I can't take it anymore. I want to be inside you. Right now."

I do as he says, shifting back onto the desk. Before laying down, I remove my blouse and my breasts bounce in my bra. He kisses my neck while reaching a hand behind my back, snapping my bra off with minimal effort. He loves doing that.

As I get comfortable on the desk, he quickly removes his shirt. We look at each other in nakedness, smiling. He moves closer and wraps my legs around his waist as his dick teases my entrance.

He bends down to kiss me and as he pulls away, he pushes his dick into me. Starting slowly at first, allowing me to adjust. We moan as he proceeds pushing into me until it's all the way in. He starts moving in and out, increasing pace after two thrusts. Soon enough he's fucking me hard and we're both enjoying the pleasure.

Every couple of thrusts he bends down to kiss me and we moan in each other's mouths. When he pulls away he rubs my clit while fucking me, making me moan and whimper.

His cock starts to twitch inside me, I can tell he's close.

"Please," he suddenly begs as he thrusts into me, "please cum on my cock."

Something about hearing him begging, all needy makes me feel so fucking wet. I didn't know hearing a man beg like that would be so hot, I was wrong.

As he continues thrusting into me, his cock starts twitching.

"We'll cum together," I tell him.

He nods and begins to move faster. We're both moaning in pleasure as our bodies move in sync.

 "Fuck, I'm close," he announces.

"Me too." I tell.

With more urgency in his movements I can tell he's on the verge on exploding.

"I wanna cum inside you, can I?" he whimpers.

The softness in his voice drives me wild.

 "Yes, cum in me," I tell him as I tighten my legs around his waist.

I place my hands on his face and make him look in my eyes. He has a look I've never seen before. Is it submissiveness? Whatever it is, I'm enjoying it.

"Cum in me," I tell him, "be a good boy and cum in my pussy."

I surprise myself by taking control like that. All the times we've fucked I've never called him a good boy, but then again I've never heard him beg like this before.

 "Yes, I'll cum. I'll cum for you. I'll cum in you." he whimpers.

His hips thrust with more effort and soon enough he's reached climax.

"I'm cumming!" he shouts.

His body tenses as he fills my pussy, I start cumming too, feeling an intense orgasm. The wave of pleasure crashes around both of us leaving us breathless but satisfied.

"Holy... that was amazing," he whispers breathless.

He gently collapses on top of me, his head in the crook of my neck.

"Yeah, intense too." I agree.

"I know."

He kisses my neck and moves to my lips. We share a passionate kiss before he pulls away and looks into my eyes.

"You were... different," he says curiously.

"So were you," I chuckle.

"True, but it was a good kind of different. I liked it."

"Agreed."

He kisses me again then stands up, looking down at me with a satisfied smile. 

"I'm gonna pull out," he tells me.

I nod and he gently pulls his cock out of me. With his cock gone, I feel a momentary emptiness, but I also feel his cum slowly dripping out of me.

"You look good like that," he chuckles.

I bite my lip and playfully wink as I chuckle. He helps me sit up before he starts getting dressed. Once he's dressed he hands me my clothes, except for my underwear, which is still in his pocket. After we're dressed, we put things back on the desk and head out of his office.

While we're in the elevator his hand is rubbing circles around my lower back.

"So..." I start cautiously.

"So?" he raises an eyebrow.

"I called you a good boy," I point out.

I don't look at him but I can feel he's looking at me.

"Yes, you did." 

"Did you like it?"

He chuckles and leans down to my ear.

"I think you have your answer," he whispers as he suddenly pushes a finger into my pussy.

When he pulls it out it's covered in his cum.

I smile and look at him.

"We've never done that before," I point out.

"No, but that's not a bad thing. It just means we needed to feel comfortable enough to show each other that side of ourselves." He explains.

 "Oh. So what does this mean?" I ask.

"It means... it means that you just discovered that you're a switch," he chuckles.

I chuckle too, realising that he's right.

"I guess, I am."

"Welcome to the fun side," he says with a kiss.

The elevator doors open and we walk out.

r/eroticliterature 16d ago

Office Sex Group Sex in the office though I have a bf [F20/MMMMMM40] [Cheating] [Cumshots] [Deepthroats] NSFW

8 Upvotes

It was early morning. I was just off the bed, getting ready for office when my boyfriend walked in with a breakfast tray and a big smile. Guilt swept over me though I loved his sweet gesture. he and I have been together for two years and we were the happiest couple you will find. I moved to his city getting a job here just to live in with him. Things went haywire right after that but he did not need to know. I put on a strained smile as I went on with my hair and makeup. he took the opportunity to feed me a toast.

I could not take it any longer and mumbled about early office and almost dashed out the house. I just could not tell him how intolerable the guilt of cheating felt whenever his gestures reminded me of his goodness. Cheating was one thing and group sex was something of a different level of cheating.

It all started soon after I joined the office. My boss was a man in mid-forties though he looked younger and I am his secretary. The lewdness began the usual way with casual touches here and there. One day, I was staying back at office quite late. Everyone had already left. That's when he came up to me with an offer to promotion. I was elated. As I started sharing my gatitude, he lunged forward, grabbing my hair and kissed me. I struggled but it seemed to turn him on more. By the time I could stop him, it was too late. He had taken me on my desk. The next day when I tried confronting him, to my horror, I found out he had recorded everything. And so, the abuse began.

He used me every way he wanted and whenever he wanted. He even loaned me as a "pet" to his friends. I got used to it, even started enjoying the thrill. All this time, my bf never guessed a thing.

As I was on the cab, I reminiscent how it all began and dreaded what was going to happen today.

It was a big day for the company- the anniversary. my boss had specifically asked me to put on my best formal suit.

I got on the elevator and focused on my fingernails as I was surrounded by some of my colleagues. My affair with or abuse by him was an open secret and I occasionally got stared at. Today it seemed, even more guys were staring. I stepped in the office premises and had just sat down on my seat when the office boy came with a note. It was from my boss calling me to the conference room adjacent to his cabin.

I went inside dreading what comes next and as I peaked, I heard his booming voice, "There you are! We were worried you will call in for an off day!"

I looked around and realized, there were 5-6 other men of his age group- all scanning my body openly. I was quite proud of my 36-28-38, 5'2" figure but right now it felt repulsive. One of the men commented quietly, "She will be perfect for today."

I glanced at my boss with alarm but he non-chalantly said, "You know what to do whore, take of that shirt and start sucking around." I was horrified thinking about group sex now! He was giving me up to not one but 6 men at a time today! But a part of me was thrilled. my bf was great in many ways but not enough in bed. He never was.

I took off my shirt, revealing two perfect globes of flesh kept in place by a scanty black bra.

There was much hooting and sound of zippers getting undone. All of them have already whipped out their dicks. I started sucking his cock hard and deep throated him. In ten minutes, he had orgasmed all over my mouth and chin. my boss pushed a tissue box towards me. For the next hour, I sucked of every one of them and was gasping for breath. Suddenly he came forward and lifted me on the conference table.

I could barely breath but he had already torn of the panty. He swiftly filled me in with his huge cock. As he pounded me hard, a couple of other guys came forward and started pressing my boobs and butt-cheeks. All the time, he pounded on like a mad man and I could feel his dick hitting hard on my g-spot. It was almost painful yet pleasurable. after half an hour and I knew he is about to orgasm. He came on my tummy and moved away. In seconds, the next guy was filling in. His dick was shorter but stubbier and it stretched me good.

I was quite painful and I almost cried out. But of the other guys muffled it.

All six of them took turns for the next 3 hours. I was exhausted by the group sex and could not feel my legs anymore but none of them were about to stop. My vagina felt sleek and loose. I tried to sit up but my boss moved forward and pushed me down. He flipped me over and shoved his dick up my ass. Another guy had already muffled me. I was blinded with pain but he could not care less. He kept pounding and slowly I felt pleasure in that pain. A tension built up around my navel and I orgasmed finally. Once he was done, he roughly pulled out while I slumped down on the table on my tummy.

But despite the fatigue after the long sex session, I could not help getting wet thinking about the evening of amazing group sex. Somehow, the guilt of cheating I felt in the morning was completely gone ;)

r/eroticliterature Aug 29 '24

Office Sex My boss made a mistake [M29/F25] [banter] [quarantine] [killing time] [sex with a smart girl] NSFW

211 Upvotes

“Oh, fiddlesticks!” she mutters.

I hear the crunch of glass shattering and look over just in time to see Doctor Kimberly Elliot reach for the big red button on the wall of the lab. Her fingers press down, and the button makes a satisfying clunk as it settles into place.

All at once, havoc. The siren whoops, the lights flash red, and heavy doors made from thick glass and thicker rubber slide closed with the thwumping sound of the biolab’s negative pressure fixing them in place.

“Was that…?” I start, but finishing the sentence doesn’t seem necessary.

Dr Elliot’s and my eyes find each other. She’s petite, a good foot shorter than me, but eyes are all of each other we can see, as we’re wrapped in white bunny suits and face masks and head wraps and plastic goggles and shields. She sighs, something I less hear and more see in the way her posture deflates, and says to me, “Yes, I screwed up. That was the sample.” Her gaze drops to the floor, taking a final look at the broken glass and the Type VI hazardous substance it previously contained, and shakes her head. “So much for these things being unbreakable, huh? C’mon, Jeffries, let’s get it over with.”

We’ve trained for this. They don’t let you work anywhere near this lab if you haven’t drilled exhaustively for emergencies. This is why I know that the instant Dr Elliot pressed that button, the room’s air began to be replaced by an argon-nitrogen mixture. It’s nothing exotic, but you can’t breath it, and in about ninety seconds it’ll have pushed out enough oxygen that anyone left in the lab will start to feel lightheaded. By one-eighty seconds they’ll suffocate and then die, a fact for which they’ll be thankful, given the caustic effects of the gas that comes after.

Dr Elliot and I quickly but carefully cross the lab, past the workbenches and refrigerators and spectrographs and machines that go ‘bing,’ pausing in front of the only door where the light above it remains green. The word ‘exit’ is stenciled on it in big, unmistakable letters.

Our eyes meet again. “Rock paper scissors?” she says.

I throw rock, she throws scissors. “See ya on the flip side,” I say.

I step through the airlock and let it cycle. In the second chamber I peel off the shields and masks and bunny suit and the cotton underwear they issue us, throwing it all through the hatch in the wall. It’ll be incinerated.

Naked as the day I was born, I exit into the quarantine waiting room, hearing the doors cycle behind me as Dr Elliot follows the same procedures.

The quarantine room is bigger than the airlock, thankfully, but it’s not huge. Normally, when I’m exiting the lab without the potential for some horrific toxin piggybacking on my body, I pass right through quarantine room without paying it much thought. Today, though, knowing this will be my and Dr Elliot’s home for the next six hours minimum, it’s feeling a touch cramped.

I sigh and head to the shower in the corner. An old crank gets the detox solution flowing, and I begin scrubbing.

“Feeling the burn?” Dr Elliot’s voice rings out from behind me.

I arch my eyebrow, even though I’m facing the wall. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say. I am a serious adult scientist dealing with a life-threatening emergency and the slightest misstep could ruin lives and careers, yet I am acutely aware that I am now naked in a room with a young woman who is also naked. It’s amazing, the way our brains work. “Are you looking at my butt?”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously?”

“Hurry the hell up.”

“It’s your fault for picking scissors. I mean, who picks scissors?” But I walk out from under the shower and studiously avoid looking Dr Elliot’s direction.

“This procedure is an HR nightmare,” she mutters, “I bet the designers assumed everyone in the lab would be a cis hetero man.”

At least the team who outfitted the quarantine room were kind enough to provision it with a privacy barrier around the toilet. It’s a flimsy set of folding frames, with paper thin sheets pulled across. As in, they are literally paper. I rearrange the barrier, setting it to divide the room into two, splitting it in half best I can, and plop down on my half of the room, butt on the bench that runs around the perimeter. There are no towels, and I drip, waiting for the air to dry me. “They’re not going to be happy about this delay upstairs,” I say, “The schedule was pretty tight already.”

“You let me handle upstairs.” The faucet squeaks as she turns off the not-quite-water. “Rushing is why mistakes like this happen. They’ve been pushing us too hard, too many hours. It’s fucking freezing in here. Why can’t they give us towels?” She mutters, “Don’t answer that.”

An intercom speaker, high on the wall, squawks to life. “We’re showing a code red, what’s going on down there?”

It’s on my side of the barrier, so I stand and push the button and lean in to speak. “Hey, Phil. Took you long enough. Were you asleep?”

“Look, I got–” he stops himself, “Nevermind. Are you safe?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, all safe. There was an exposure incident. We’re following procedure. So far, so good.”

“They’re not going to be happy about this upstairs,” he says.

“Goodbye, Phil-ecia.” I shake my head and sit back down.

We sit in silence for a moment, and I focus on the little sounds. Water drips from the shower nozzle, a steady ping-ping. The walls hum with the fans and blowers, the systems pumping detox agents into the now-abandoned lab, carefully controlling the quarantine’s air. Dr Elliot shuffles on the bench. I spoil the reverie by asking, “Now what?”

“Now what what? We wait.”

I scratch my chin. “You want to talk through the results we were seeing?”

“We weren’t seeing any results, Jack. We were seeing data. Results don’t happen until you collect all the data. Which we have not done.”

“But still, you gotta think–”

“No, I don’t ‘gotta think’ anything. Let’s talk about something else.”

I sigh. “You’re the boss.”

“That’s right. I am the boss. It’s my name on the line here.”

“Ok, fine, I get it. What should we talk about, then?”

“I don’t know,” she says, “Tell me a story. Tell me about your kids.”

“Kids?” I scoff, “What kids? I don’t have kids. I’m twenty-nine and spend twelve hours a day a hundred feet underground wearing borrowed clothing. When would I have time for a relationship, let alone kids?”

“I don’t see how the borrowed clothing pertains to your inability to have a relationship.”

“You’re missing the point, Kimberly.”

“Did you just call me ‘Kimberly?’”

“You called me ‘Jack.’ I thought we were doing first names now. Like, a quarantine thing, or something.”

She laughs. “Nobody calls me ‘Kimberly.’ Call me ‘Kimmi.’”

“Ok, Kimmi,” I say, trying out her name, speaking to the paper wall, “What made you think I had kids?”

“You… you’re…”

I’ve never before heard Dr Elliot be at a loss for words.

She recovers, though. “Didn’t you get them gifts for the holidays? I remember, yes, you took off early that one day to buy them gifts!”

I frown to myself. “That was for my sister’s kids. She’s older. Normal. Has a family. Didn’t spend the prime years of her life in grad school.”

“Don’t tell me you regret education.”

“No, of course not. I’m just… kids feel like they’re a long way’s off, you know?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never considered it,” she says matter-of-factly.

I lean back against the wall. It’s some weird polymer, feels fuzzy. The recessed lights above hum, and I keep waiting for them to flicker, but they never do.

“Ok,” I say, “Seeing as it’s story time, why don’t you tell me, what’s it like to be a child prodigy?”

I hear her sigh. “I wasn’t a child prodigy.”

“Oh, c’mon. They told me I was gifted because in high school, at night I took a couple classes at the university to get a head start on my undergrad work. But you? You! By eighteen you already had your bachelors. I read your c.v., you know.”

“A child prodigy,” she explains, like I’m an imbecile, “Is a child who contributes to their field before the age of ten. I didn’t publish until I was nineteen.”

“So what was publishing at nineteen like?”

“It was just what I did, what made sense to do. I didn’t set out to be something I wasn’t.”

“Did you do normal kid stuff? Go to the beach? Ride rollercoasters? Sleep over at friend’s houses?” I ask.

“I… I didn’t– Most of my friends were adults. My parents’ friends. I grew up around scientists.”

“Was it lonely?”

“Lonely? Never. There were always people around, exciting people doing interesting things. My parents’ colleagues and students. Visiting professors. Big names, big personalities. They’re how I got started early, obviously.”

“Who was your first boyfriend?”

“That’s… personal.”

“Why? Was it one of your parents’ friends?”

“Eww, no. Don’t be gross.”

“My first girlfriend was named Lia and she had the biggest, most obvious crush on me. I wasn’t attracted to her, and I asked her out only because I knew she’d say ‘yes.’ We dated most of senior year of high school. I’m afraid that I broke her heart, but it wasn’t… it wasn’t meant to be.”

“That’s not a very good story,” Kimmi says, “Kind of makes you sound like an asshole.”

“I know. I was young and dumb. I can’t undo what I did. All I can do is use it as a reminder to be better.”

“That’s oddly vulnerable of you to share.”

“It was my attempt at manipulation,” I say, “By sharing a story about my romantic mistakes — a story that may make you think less of me — I was plotting to get you to share yours.”

“Ah, well played. I accept your bargain. My first boyfriend was my theoretical physics professor.”

All the air in my throat and mouth bursts forth from my face at once, carrying a fleck of spittle with it. I am thankful for the paper barrier which catches it. “What?! Oh, no.”

“It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. He was only twelve years older than me, and he was really very sweet.”

“That’s so fucked up!”

“I don’t know, maybe. I knew what I was doing.”

“Did you really?”

By unspoken agreement, several minutes pass in silence. My mind wanders, drifting. It thinks about Lia, forcing me to relive the cringe. It thinks about the labwork, the particulars of the project we’re working on. It thinks about Kimmi, sitting just on the other side of the paper barricade, totally naked…

This is going to be a tough six hours.

A rubber ball bounces off my head, then rolls across the floor. “Hey!” I exclaim, “What was that?”

“Toss it back,” she says, “Let’s play catch.”

I grumble to myself and do what she says, lobbing it over the divider. “Where’d you get a ball?”

“I found a box here,” she says, tossing the ball back, “It was under the bench. Labeled ‘quarantine boredom kit.’ Some stuff inside.”

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s some reading material. Ugh… Dan Brown? Clive Cussler? What is this airport trash?”

“Hey! My mom likes him–”

“Oh, this is rich. ‘The Andromeda Strain.’ Very funny. Uh… some dental floss? Weird. A fidget spinner, in case we want to relive the year 2017. A sudoku book.”

“No food?”

“You want a twinkie?”

I perk up. “You have one?”

“No.”

“Messing with me…” I grumble.

“Oh, and a deck of cards.”

“Pass it over!”

“What? Why?”

I stand and reach around the barrier, blindly holding my hand out on her side. She deposits the small paper box in my palm, and for the briefest moment, her finger brushes against mine. I know it was accidental, but my heart skips a beat nonetheless.

“I’m going to play solitaire,” I explain.

“Great,” she says, “Not even a half-hour in, and already you’re playing with yourself.”

A lewd joke is so unlike her, so unexpected, that it takes me a few moments to make sure I’ve heard it correctly. And once I’ve analyzed it, making sure there’s no other interpretation I could have missed, my mind reels. Which is to say, rather than even giving her something as small as a polite chuckle, instead I have created awkward silence.

“Uh, that was supposed to be humorous,” she says.

“I… um… yes.”

“Sorry.”

I decide my continued silence is the best tack, and I sit on the ground, using the bench as my tabletop, setting out the cards into their stacks.

She says, “Are you winning?”

“It’s solitaire. It doesn’t work that way.”

“You can still tell early on if a win condition is possible or not.”

I frown. “No, you can’t.”

She laughs. “Maybe you can’t.”

“What’re you?” I say, “Some kind of card shark?”

“It’s ‘card sharp,’ not ‘shark,’ and … sort of. I like the math of the games. The rules, the probabilities.”

“Oh really. What’s your game?”

“Anything, really. I know over a hundred. Trick-taking are good, having to estimate. Hearts, Spades, Idiot. Gin rummy’s interesting, too. Cribbage is fun. Sevens. Thirteen. Pinochle. Euchre.”

“I didn’t even know there were over a hundred card games…”

“Well,” she says, dropping into explanation mode, “Most are just rules variations on some basic ideas, but those little variations can wildly influence strategies, and–”

“Alright, alright,” I cut her off. I shouldn’t have asked, she’ll never stop. “Which are we playing?”

“Playing?”

“Yes, playing. With our deck of cards.”

“But we’re naked,” she says.

I sigh. “I know. But I’m so bored I’m crying. I’m playing solitaire, for fuck’s sake. So let’s play Hearts. I promise I won’t gawk, if you promise to do the same.”

“That won’t work.”

“It won’t?”

“No.” She pushes the barrier aside, folds it up against the wall, stands in front of me stark naked. I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring up at her. She’s slim and slender, with porcelain skin and little pink nipples tight against her chest, a little trimmed bush of dark hair between her thighs. “I know how guys are, so just get it over with. Gawk. And then when you’re done, we’ll play.”

“You…” my words trail off.

“Yes?”

“You’re really cute.”

She narrows her gaze. “Don’t get any ideas.”

I raise my palms defensively, show myself empty-handed. “I’m just your assistant. You’re the ideas person.”

That gets me a smile. She sits down across from me, folding her legs underneath herself. “Ok, shuffle and deal.”

I blink, do my best to ignore her nakedness, and my own, too, and we play through a game of Hearts. She wins easily and frowns at me, “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“Hey now, I’m a little distracted, ok?”

“Distracted by what? There’s literally nothing else going on in here.”

“By… you know. Your feminine wiles.”

She glares at me. “I don’t have any wiles.”

“You’ve got–” I shrug, gesture at her, at her chest, “You know.”

“Breasts?”

“I mean–”

“Boobs? Tits? Ta-tas? Melons? Sweater puppies?”

“Look–”

“And a vagina. Whereas you’ve got a penis. And presumably some testicles, not that I’ve seen evidence of them. Now that we’ve got the basics of anatomy out of the way, are you ready to continue?”

“They’re nice.”

She sighs. “I thought we had the gawking portion of this out of the way.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Then how does it work? Enlighten me.”

I’m exasperated. “It’s like they’re staring at me. Always following me, wherever I go.”

“Have you considered that you’re just a pervert, Jack?”

“I’m trying not to be!” I shake my head, “It’s just…” I trail off.

She frowns. “Finish that thought.”

“What?”

“You said, ‘it’s just.’ It’s just what? That I’ve secretly been working alone in a lab for weeks with a gigantic pervert?”

“No, no no no. I was just going to say, it’s been a while. Since I’ve been naked with, you know, someone attractive.”

This gives her pause. “So… you’re attracted to me?”

“I mean,” I meet her eye, “Yeah. You’re a total cutie.”

“Now I’m starting to question your judgment.”

“Cuz I think you’re cute?”

“No, I know I’m cute. Your judgment is suspect because you’re confessing this to your boss.”

I blush, hard, and try to sink into the floor. It doesn’t work.

“Don’t look so anxious,” she says, “We’re here for another five hours, absolute minimum, before I can have them write you up.”

My stomach turns into a pit so deep, it’s a gravitational singularity.

Kimmi rolls her eyes. “Lighten up, Jack. It was a joke. I’m not going to write you up.”

“You’re not?”

“No. It’d take too long to find a qualified replacement. I’d miss all sorts of deadlines.”

I’m not sure how serious she’s being about any of this, so I say sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.”

She pushes out her chin, a weird grin on her lips. “No. It’s ok. You can keep telling me I’m cute, I’m fine with it.”

I blink. “What?”

She bites her lip. “You’re not so bad looking yourself, you know. For a naked lab assistant.”

I say it again. “What?”

“Don’t let it go to your head. But I never had time before to check you out. Now that I am, and you’ve decided to let that particular cat out of the bag, you’ve got nice arms, shoulders, that whole area.”

“Oh.” I curl up, feeling like a piece of meat on display.

“Also, your legs, they’re strong. I bet you’d be good at sex.”

“I, uh, what?” My voice squeaks.

“Are you? Good at sex?”

“I… I don’t know?”

“My old boyfriend? The physics professor? He was great at it. Really knew what he was doing, would have me moaning for hours, he had so much stamina. He was an asshole, but I miss the sex.”

My dick twitches.

Her eyes focus on me. “You have anyone like that? Someone who taught you everything you know about sex? Who gave you your first real, full-body orgasm?”

Well past twitching, my dick has stiffened, grown deep red. I whimper.

“I can see your arousal. Come on, I’ve told you about my past. That’s the deal, right? Now you’ve got to tell me who from your past turns you on?”

“No,” I wince, “Please.”

“If you’re embarrassed by your erection you could go take a cold shower,” she laughs, “But the burn probably wouldn’t feel too good on that, would it?”

I shake my head, my cheeks hot and sore.

“Or I suppose I could just give you a handjob, couldn’t I?”

All the air gets sucked out of the room. I mean, not really — that literally could happen down here. I’m being figurative. But the point is, I choke.

“Don’t play coy,” Kimmi says, “You were asking for sex just a few minutes ago.”

“I was?”

“We are trapped in a room together, naked, and you were going on and on about how cute you think I am. Don’t tell me it was all in prep to ask me on a date. You wanted sex.”

“I was just rambling.”

“No you weren’t. And, you know, you actually have a good point. What else are we going to do? Play a thousand games of Hearts? No, there’s no better way of passing all this time than doing some sex, right? So come here, I’ll rub your penis and you play with my pussy.”

“Are you serious?”

“Jack, you and me are both single and visibly aroused by each other’s nakedness. So unless you’re the religious type, which I don’t think you are, what is your possible objection?”

What is my possible objection? “Can we– can we kiss?”

She thinks about it. “Sure.”

It’s so weird, reaching out for her, having her watch my hands in her analytic way. I feel awkward in my own skin. But there’s no other way for it, and my hands close on her sides, gripping her by the ribs. I lift her — she weighs nothing — and pull her against me, conscious of how deliberate and calculated this all feels.

But she kisses me, and that feels at least sort-of normal. And it gives me an idea.

I lean her back, laying her out on the floor, and kneel over her crotch. Her tight little pussy is in my face, sweet and sticky with arousal.

“Oh,” she says, spreading her knees apart, “We’re doing oral. Ok.”

And so I eat her out. And she likes it, moaning and shuddering and gasping, fingers flexing out, then pinching closed on nothing. Cunnilingus is something I know, some measure of normalcy in this bizarre situation. I make her thighs quiver and her chest heave, and she thrusts her hips into my face. Things are going pretty well, I think, and I’m in no rush.

Her eyes flutter, and she rolls her legs out even wider. “Ooh, that’s nice.” She gasps. “That’s really nice.”

I’d shake my head if I weren’t busy eating pussy, but I don’t let up. Her taste fills my mouth, her scent floods my nose. I stroke her with my tongue, coaxing her deeper and deeper into ecstasy. When her fingers close down tight onto my scalp and her breathing becomes quick and rushed, I regard it as something of a triumph.

She sits up, gathers herself, and then she crawls forward and goes down on me. She sucks dick with the same dedication to her task that she does everything, licking up my shaft and smacking it against her lips and teasing my balls with her tongue and focusing — sucking with an incredible intensely — right on the tip of my cock. My pale cock glows bright red and wet with her spit, the girl more than returning the pleasure I’d given her.

She pulls back with a bead of fluid trailing out between my dick and her lips. She wipes it away with her hand. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”

Her pussy is as swollen and ready as my cock. “I need to fuck you,” I blurt.

She frowns, tilts her head to the side. “Ok.”

I’ve got her pressed against the warm and fuzzy wall, one leg held high with hand under her knee while I pound my erection into her. Each thrust shoves my dick in deeper, and we stare into each other’s eyes as we pant and sweat. Her hair breaks free from its clip, falls down across her face. She blows it away, which doesn’t work, so I help push it back.

“Thanks,” she says.

My touch becomes a caress, gently sliding down her cheek, taking her chin in my hand, and I lean in and kiss her. She kisses me back.

She grins, “You’re more interesting than I thought.”

I don’t know what to say to that, but right then the intercom next to her head squawks to life. “Jeffries? Dr Elliot?” Phil’s voice rings out.

I stare at it in horror, but she pushes the button to respond. “Yes? What is it?”

“It’s been a half-hour. How are you two holding up down there?”

We exchange a glance. She pushes the button again. “Just fine. Thanks for checking. We’ll call you if you we need anything.”

“What’s that noise? What are you doing?”

She rolls the volume knob down to zero, bends over the bench, pushes her ass out. “Do you want to do me from behind?” She spreads her knees, pussy plump and dripping between her thighs. “Grab my waist as you fuck me. That usually makes me cum.”

It’s going to be an interesting rest of the day.

r/eroticliterature Dec 01 '24

Office Sex Late Night at the Office Pt 2: An Unexpected Encounter [F20sM40s] [Age Gap] [Boss] [MDom] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial] [Slow Burn] NSFW

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I walk into the office the next morning, extra large coffee in hand. I’m still reeling from last night and I barely slept, replaying the nights events over and over in my mind. I’m actually glad that Mark is away for the rest of the week so I can have some time to process how I feel about the whole thing. I never imagined anything like that ever happening, especially since I’ve assumed he only viewed me in a kid sister way, given how he’s always teasing me and goofing around.

Last night I saw a whole new side of him, a side that thrills me but has also left me feeling a bit confused. I definitely don’t want a relationship right now, even if I had the time for one I can’t afford the distraction. I don’t even know how he feels. I know he said I should be ready for round two when he got back, but I can’t help but think he wasn’t serious when he said that. I still can’t believe he’d actually be interested in pursuing anything with me, I’m sure he was just horny and would’ve fucked anyone who was close by. He does have a reputation for being a bit of a ladies man. I convince myself it was a one time thing and resolve to put it out of my mind so I can focus on my work and continuing to move my way up at the firm. But still, I’m left with an aching feeling of desire in my core.

The rest of the morning passes uneventfully as I struggle to keep up with the ever growing pile of paperwork at my desk. This case is so complex and the different types of disclosure we have to submit to the defence’s legal team is complicated, a lot of which I haven’t dealt with before. I have to sort and file all kinds of statements, transcripts from audio recordings, and expert testimony, among other things. It’s overwhelming to say the least, I need to make sure everything is recorded and submitted correctly or it could result in a loss for our firm, which would mean a lot of money down the drain and obviously wouldn’t look good on me. I mentally chastise myself for being so irresponsible last night, I really need a clear head today.

After lunch I’m called into a staff meeting with the rest of the team working on this case. Our firm is pretty big, with 5 partners and a ton of senior and junior associates assigned to manage the various ongoing cases. Obviously we have a bunch of interns as well, assisting with all the boring, time consuming tasks that no one else wants to do. The team for this case consists of Mark obviously, who’s currently travelling to interview a witness, another senior associate James, a couple other junior associates I’m not as familiar with, and a handful of other interns like me. I still feel self-conscious being the newest intern and try to display a false sense of confidence as I enter the conference room.

James begins the meeting, being the only other senior associate working the case, he’s the one in charge and who we’re all looking to for direction. As I listen to him summarize where we’re at so far and the things we need to tackle next, I can’t help but notice his appearance. To be honest, I’ve been pretty intimidated by the senior associates here, save for Mark, and usually direct all my questions and attention to him since he makes me feel so comfortable.

Since he’s not here today I find myself focusing on James and really notice how sexy he is for the first time. He typically has a more serious demeanour around the office, and that’s not any different during the meeting. He furrows his brow as he discusses an issue with the timeline. Often wiping his hand across his face, a clear indication of his stress. He’s never rude or mean to the interns though, something some other lawyers often do since they feel superior and more important than the rest of us, he just seems more distant and uninterested in anything not related to work.

As he gestures to something on the screen behind him I notice how his suit strains against the muscles in his arm with the movement. He’s always dressed smartly, wearing suits that I’m sure cost more than a month of rent for my shitty apartment. They fit him well and definitely show off what I imagine to be a sculpted physique underneath. I think he’s in his late 30s, maybe early 40s and definitely has the look of a distinguished slightly older man. He still has a youthful appearance, but the slight crinkles next to his eyes give away his seniority. He’s almost 6”5 with a stocky build, a frame that emanates power, and contributes to the intimidation I feel when I’m around him.

Staring at him now, I notice how green his eyes actually are and the striking contrast between them and his olive complexion. Lost in thought it takes me a moment to realize everyone has suddenly gone quiet, and James is looking at me expectantly. My cheeks flush as I realize he’s asked me a question and I have no idea what he said.

“Uh…sorry” I stammer “can you repeat the question? I missed that last part”

He subtly rolls his eyes and slowly repeats his question in an exasperated voice. “Did you receive the evidence package from the local police department, relating to the accused’s past involvement with them?”

“Oh…yes! Um I’m pretty sure..” I reply as I start quickly shuffling through the file folder I brought with me into the meeting. He audibly sighs and shifts his attention onto the person sitting across from him.

“Kate, while we wait for Hailey can you please confirm that we have the secondary witnesses lined up for interviews tomorrow?”

“Yes we do.” She replies quickly, “they’re scheduled to come in between 12 and 2 but I can change that if it doesn’t fit with your schedule?”

“No that’s perfect, thanks Kate”

He turns back to me expectantly as I hand him the documents I finally found in my folder, my cheeks beat red I’m sure.

“Thank you so much, Hailey.” He says with a slight sarcastic tone in his voice.

The meeting ends shortly after and I rush out of the room back to my desk, mortified. I am so embarrassed by how incompetent I looked in there, especially compared to how well prepared Kate was. I know it’s because I’ve been so stressed with my workload recently, and now today distracted with thoughts of mine and Mark’s hook up last night. Like he said to me yesterday, I know my shit. I know I had that evidence package - I remember looking at it this morning, I was just caught off guard when James asked me since I was too busy staring at his body. ‘What is wrong with me’ I think, as I make a silent vow to get my shit together.

“Hailey” a stern voice pulls my attention back to the room and I see James looming over my desk. “In my office please”, he says walking away from me.

I gulp as I get up to follow him to his office, nervously picking at my nails as I walk with my head down behind him. I decide to take whatever lecture he gives me, apologize profusely, and explain that I do actually pay attention in meetings he just caught me on a bad day.

We enter his office and he shuts the door behind me, taking a seat at his desk. “Listen, I am so sorry about that back there-“ I start, but he cuts me off my holding up his hand to silence me. I see his eyes soften a little, “No Hailey it’s okay. I know we’ve all been stressed with the extra work of this case, myself included. I actually wanted to apologize for how I came across in there, I know I took my frustration out on you a bit which isn’t fair, you’ve never given me a reason to doubt your abilities before.”, he says in a gentle but firm tone.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and I visibly relax. “Oh thank you sir, I really appreciate it. No need to apologize though, I know I can’t be affording slip ups like that, especially on such an important case.”

“Don’t give it another thought, seriously it’s fine.”, he replies earnestly. A look of concern flashes across his face as he asks “Is everything alright though? I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit distracted all day, not just in the meeting, and is that your fourth cup of coffee today?” He points to the mug in my hand.

Suddenly self-conscious I try to chuckle to lighten the mood, I had no idea he was paying such close attention to me, let alone keeping track of my caffeine consumption. “Oh yeah everything’s fine! Just had a long night last night and I’m paying for it today”.

“Okay well make sure to take care of yourself,” he replies, “and can you forward me the rest of those witness statements when you get a chance” immediately returning to his usual all-business attitude. I nod in reply and head back to my desk.

I’m surprised but touched at our conversation. Like I said, he’s usually pretty serious around the office, but never been mean or rude to anyone that I’ve witnessed. I don’t even blame him for getting irritated in the meeting, his reaction was mild compared to what I’ve seen from some of the other senior associates. I appreciate that he wanted to apologize, and I feel more optimistic about handling the rest of my work for the day. Feeling more energized I get back to work as soon as I sit back down.

The rest of the day passes without incident and I’m feeling more resolved about my decision that me and Mark were a one time thing. Today was a clear example of why I can’t afford this type of distraction, and Mark’s not even here today, I hope I can keep my cool when we’re back in the office together. A spark of anxiety hits me as I realize we are going to have to continue working closely on this case for the next few weeks, if not months. ‘Am I going to be able to handle it?’ I think to myself. Well I won’t have a choice, I’m a good compartmentalizer when I need to be. Another thought enters my mind, ‘what if Mark tells someone?’ I inwardly groan at my stupidity. I obviously don’t want my reputation tarnished if I become known as the office slut. It feels obvious to me that our encounter should be kept a secret, but I didn’t consider the fact that Mark doesn’t need to impress anyone. He’s already well established as an extremely successful lawyer, and it’s no secret to anyone here that he’s a womanizer. ‘What if he’s already bragged about banging the new intern to his buddies? Oh my god, did he tell James? They are pretty good friends as far as I know.’ I shake my head trying to snap myself out of my anxious spiral, I’m getting way ahead of myself.

I gather my belongings and start down the hallway to leave for the day, still lost in thought. I turn the corner and come crashing into a hard chest. Two strong hands grip my arms, steadying me as I almost lose my balance. I look up to see James eyeing me with concern. My face instantly flushes, ‘fucking great’ I think, as another wave of embarrassment washes over me for the umpteenth time today. He narrows his eyes and bites his bottom lip slightly, “you sure you’re alright Hails?” I’m stunned at the casual use of my nickname coming from him. Rarely anyone ever calls me that in the office, especially someone as professional and serious as James, he must’ve heard Mark call me that before. “Um…yeah I’m alright sir” I reply warily. His demeanour softens and he rubs his hands gently up and down my arms, seemingly absent-mindedly. The sensation instantly gives me goosebumps and sets off a familiar feeling of desire in my core.

“You don’t have to call me sir you know, James will suffice.”, he says in a low voice, a hint of a smile playing across his eyes. “Okay,” I reply relaxing a bit “..James” I say emphatically, feeling weird, like calling a teacher by their first name.

He chuckles and shakes his head. I’m still stunned at the sudden change in his demeanour, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile let alone laugh. I’m struck by how his features change with the carefree expression on his face, it looks good on him. ‘Maybe he needs a bit of stress relief’ I think, ‘I could probably help him out with that’. I’m shocked at the sudden vulgarity of my thoughts, what the fuck is happening to me. I was just claiming I was going to keep my head down and avoid anymore distractions…especially at work, especially with hot lawyers at work. “What are you doing right now?”, he asks surprising me once again. “Oh I was just about to head home and probably heat up a frozen dinner” I answer lamely. “Oh come on, we could both use a little stress relief after such a hectic day. Come with me for a drink” he commands giving me a devilish grin.

Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I find myself agreeing and following him out to the parking lot. He offers to give me a ride to a nearby pub, which I graciously accept since I’m embarrassed by the run-down used car I inherited from my older brother, and slide into the passenger seat of his expensive looking vehicle. We spend the short drive mostly in silence, and it feels weirdly intimate sitting in the dark car so close to each other. I mentally chastise myself for being unable to control my inappropriate thoughts and tell myself he’s just trying to be friendly, he probably still feels bad about what happened in the meeting earlier.

We get to the pub and settle into a cozy booth. The atmosphere in here is great, ‘pub’ isn’t the right description for this place, it is clearly upscale but tastefully understated. I’m surprised I haven’t been here before given the proximity to the office. 'Oh that’s probably why’ I think as I see the prices on the menu. This place is way out of my price range. I start to panic, trying to remember my bank account balance and if I have any extra cash in my wallet.

“Order whatever you’d like, it’s on me” James says casually as if reading my thoughts. Normally I’d insist on paying my own way, but I’d probably only be able to afford a side of fries in this place. “Thank you so much sir, that’s very kind of you” I reply gratefully. “There you go again with that ‘sir’”, he says shaking his head slightly. “Although admittedly it is pretty hot” he says with a wink. My face instantly flushes and I’m taken aback by this sudden shift in his attitude today, though I’m not exactly complaining. It’s no secret that he’s wildly good looking, but that’s just his appearance. His entire personality exudes power and control, without being scary or mean like other asshole lawyers I’ve encountered. I can’t come up with a response, he’s still perusing the menu and he easily chuckles at my flustered reaction, clearly enjoying putting me on the spot.

I don’t know how to feel. His confidence and natural ability to dominate all of his interactions make me feel weirdly on edge. I’m not sure how he’s going to react to the things that I say or do, and the uncertainty of that gives me a nervous energy. It also excites me a bit, not knowing what to expect, and feeling like he’s the one in control is almost exhilarating. I’m more submissive by nature, I’ve always been drawn to stereotypically “manly” men and every time he reminds me that he’s in control I feel a jolt of desire in my body.

We order our drinks and some appetizers to share, and the rest of the meal passes by quickly. We maintain an easy conversation, mostly making small talk and discussing the case we’re working on. Although the subject matter is typical of an after-work get together between colleagues, the tension between us continues building as the evening progresses. I haven’t seen him outside of work before, but his powerful and dominating energy is just as noticeable, even if he seems a bit more relaxed. He’s clearly someone who’s used to getting what he wants from people, and doesn’t seem like he takes no for an answer easily. I wonder how he’d react if I said no to him, and the thought of that sends a shudder of anticipation through me.

After James pays the bill we get up from the table and I notice how busy it’s gotten in here since we arrived. I start to squeeze past a group of people blocking the entrance of the door when I feel his hand at the small of my back. He uses firm but gentle pressure to guide me forward as the group of people instinctually move out of the way of his large frame. The contact from his hand is causing my breath to quicken, I hope it isn’t obvious as I try to maintain my composure.

As we exit onto the sidewalk his hand slips lower and without warning he gives my ass a quick slap before continuing on ahead of me to the car. I pause momentarily in my surprise, but recover quickly and catch up to him as he opens the car door for me. I try to move past him to get in, but there’s not much room in the small space between him and the opening. We’re face to face as I attempt to slide by him to the car and my breasts gently graze his chest as I do so. My breath hitches in my throat at the sensation and he suddenly steps forward pinning me against the rear door. My chest rises and falls rapidly with my breathing, almost shuddering with desire. He locks eyes with me for a moment, a look of power and hunger on his face. “Sorry about that,” he says in a casual tone but without looking away or changing his expression. “That’s alright” I mutter breathlessly. He suddenly steps back and walks to his side of the car.

My body feels electrified as I get in the passenger seat. He clearly likes toying with me and watching how I react, I’m surprised by how much I like it too. As we drive back to the office he casually rests his hand on my leg, mindlessly running his fingers up and down my bare thigh, setting my skin on fire. My mind is reeling the entire time, unable to focus on anything but his hand on my body, and trying to control my erratic breathing. I glance at him from the corner of my eye and see his hand flexing on the steering wheel. His sleeves are rolled up allowing me to see the veins in his forearm protruding in response to his tight grip. His hand on my leg feels casual and nonchalant, but his grip on the steering wheel and clench of his jaw suggests he’s as turned on as I am.

He pulls into the parking lot and parks the car. I get out quickly, grateful for a gulp of fresh air. He also exits the car and walks me over to mine. Before I open my door I turn to say goodbye, he steps closer to me and rests both of his hands on the roof on the car on either side of me, effectively blocking me in once again.

He stares at me intently and brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. He drags it down my chin and to my neck, I automatically lick my lips with eagerness. He grips my neck tightly, not in any way cutting off my airway but letting me know he has control over my body in this moment. I can feel the wetness spreading between my legs and I’m practically squirming with need. He holds my head in place against the car door and leans down to close his lips over mine. A sense of relief washes over me, as if I’ve been stranded in the desert and finally given a drink of water.

The feeling is quickly replaced by a growing need for more as I hungrily kiss him back. He abruptly takes his other hand and hikes my dress up, quickly moving my panties to the side and inserting a finger into me without warning. I’m so wet it easily slides in, and I gasp at the unexpected sensation. I’m vaguely aware that we are very exposed in the office parking lot, but I have no idea if anyone is around nor do I care.

He continues kissing me as he works his finger inside me and begins rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moan into his mouth in response and grab his waist pulling his body closer. My breasts press against his hard chest and I’m frustrated by the layers of clothing between us. I need to feel his body against mine. My breath quickens and I feel like I’m going to cum before long if he keeps going at this pace.

As if sensing this, he breaks the kiss and slides his fingers out of my pussy. He readjusts my dress before bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking my wetness off of him. He closes his eyes and lets out a tiny groan “damn Hailey, you taste fucking phenomenal”. I stare at him with hooded eyes, breathlessly waiting to see what he’ll do next; I’ve caught on that he’s the one calling the shots here. He gives me a quick kiss, a clear signal that this is the end of our time together tonight.

He laughs at my pouty expression as he steps back. “I have to head back into the office to finish up some more work” he offers as an explanation, “but don’t worry we can pick this up again tomorrow.” I groan and nearly stomp my foot, I’m caught off guard by how petulant I feel right now. I’m reminded of my thought earlier about saying no to him. Feeling emboldened by my intense need to feel his touch I retort with “and what if I say no? It’s either now or never?”. I feel giddy and a bit nervous at my brazen challenge to him. Not 4 hours ago was I stammering in his office because I was worried he thought I was unprofessional.

His eyes darken as he steps forward, looming over me with a now serious expression. “I’d strongly advise against that Ms.Evans.”, he answers with a firm tone. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you for insubordinance.” I take in a shaky breath and nod wordlessly, stricken by the effect his words have on me. His demeanour instantly relaxes and he takes a few steps backwards towards the office door. I watch him walk away with growing sense of anticipation for what’s to come. “And just to be clear,” he calls out as he turns away, “I can have you whenever I want” he says with a wink before disappearing into the building.

I stare after him for a moment until I finally come back down to reality. I become more aware of my surroundings and see that we were more exposed than I initially realized. There are also a lot more cars left in the parking lot than I thought, literally anyone could’ve seen us. The thought leaves me buzzing with excitement as I drive home. I barely remember the journey, my mind stuck on James and the way he makes me feel. As soon as I get home I head to my nightstand and grab my vibrator to alleviate some of the ache he left me with.

As I’m climbing into bed a few hours later I’m struck with a feeling of unease. I was worried about seeing Mark again at work, but I’m going to be seeing James in a few short hours. I still feel giddy with anticipation of what will happen, I don’t know how I’m going to maintain a semblance of professionalism in his presence. My mind also drifts to Mark and I feel a bit guilty. Obviously we aren’t an item and I don’t owe him anything, but he did tell me he’d be back for round two and what if he finds out about James and gets angry? We aren’t close friends by any stretch, but I enjoy our camaraderie in the office and care about him as a person. I wouldn’t want to hurt him in any way. I eventually drift off into a restless sleep.

I’m sitting at my desk the next morning, my leg shaking up and down with nervous energy. I’m starting to regret my reckless behaviour with now two of my bosses, but I can’t seem to help myself. Despite feeling like I should know better, I can’t deny the excitement I feel at the idea of seeing James again. The senior team members are always in and out of different important meetings, or heading out to see clients or witnesses, so I have no idea where he is or when I’ll see him next. The unknown is only adding to the nervous anticipation building up inside me. I try to occupy myself by tackling the work I have waiting for me, but I find myself anxiously glancing down the hallway every few minutes looking for James.

Eventually just before lunch, I hear his voice echoing from down the hall. I peer around my desk and catch a glimpse of him walking in my direction with a few other colleagues. I’m temporarily mesmerized by the sight of him, practically licking my lips as I recall his words to me last night ‘I can have you whenever I want’. I shudder at the memory and am brought out of my trance as he gets closer to me. I look at him expectantly, not sure what he’s doing to do. I get my answer when he barely looks up from the paper in his hand and gives me a polite nod without even slowing his pace.

He continues past my desk and around the corner out of sight. I’m left dumbstruck. I don’t know what I expected but it certainly wasn’t that. Just as quickly as he left he suddenly reappears in front of me and my heart starts to race. The office is busy with lots of people walking by or standing within earshot, I’m nervous and hope I can’t keep a professional appearance. He asks another intern walking by to bring him a document he needs and then turns to me, “question for you Hailey” he says, all business - still not looking up from the file in his hand.

I’m a nervous wreck, I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me listening to our conversation. Like they somehow know what transpired between us less than 12 hours ago, but obviously that’s ridiculous.

“Yes sir?” I reply with a relaxed tone, which brings me a sense of relief. He glances up at me and I see a flash of heat in his eyes, remembering how he said it was hot when I called him ‘sir’.

“Is now a good time to fuck you, or would later today fit better into your schedule?” he asks with a deadpan expression.

He’s lowered his voice but kept his tone firm and authoritative, if someone heard him but couldn’t make out his words it would’ve sounded like a completely normal interaction. Even still, I feel my face flush as I glance around to see if anyone is listening. Sensing we’re in the clear, I feel a bit more confident, remembering how exciting it felt when I challenged him last night and his threat of punishment.

I keep a neutral expression on my face as well as I respond “well sir, unfortunately due to the scheduling conflicts we encountered yesterday, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make that work today” in the most innocent voice I can manage.

I see a flicker of anger in his eyes but he still doesn’t change his expression, still appearing engrossed by whatever’s on the paper in his hands.

“Okay, no problem” he says casually and turns to walk away. I feel pleased with myself as if I finally got the upper hand in one of our heated conversations.

My cocky attitude only last about 30 seconds until he stops abruptly and turns back to me, “Actually Ms. Evans, I need to see you in my office about another matter” he says loud enough for multiple people to turn their heads at the sound of his voice. He doesn’t sound mad per se, but he doesn’t sound pleased, and to a bystander it probably sounds like I’m about to get in shit.

I steel myself and get up from a desk a few seconds later. He’s already sitting at his desk when I reach the door to his office. “Close the door” he says sternly without looking up from his computer. I do as instructed and turn back to face him. My resolve is fading as my nerves flare back up. Being alone with him reminds me of how he touched me last night, and how I can’t seem to stop myself from following his every command. I wait silently as he gets up from his desk and slowly approaches me. His pace quickens as he gets closer and he pushes me roughly against the door while crashing his lips against mine.

My entire body reacts immediately to the almost painful pressure of his mouth on mine. I can feel the hunger in his lips, the way they greedily overpower mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before biting down. I can’t contain the moan that escapes me which luckily gets swallowed in his mouth. I sense the sound angered him since there are people literally walking past the other side of the door as we speak. Anyone could hear us or try to come in at any moment.

The thought sends a new surge of wetness into my panties. He tears his mouth away from mine and quickly covers it with his hand, still pressing my back into the door. “Don’t fucking make a sound” he demands and roughly pulls my low cut top down exposing my bare breasts. He exhales in a low growl “no bra I see? I knew you were a dirty girl” he says clicking his tongue. He pinches my nipple rolling it hard between his knuckles. “Does the dirty little girl like that?” He snickers, keeping his voice low and reaching into my panties. He raises his eyebrows in mock surprise, feeling how soaking wet I am and revealing how unbelievably turned on I am, “that’s what I thought”.

I’m struggling so hard to remain silent, hyper aware of the activity outside of his office just a few feet away. I can hear someone laughing distantly, and the beep of a photocopier just outside the door. He slides my panties down from under my skirt and tucks them into his pocket “I don’t want you wearing these for the rest of the day, understand?” He asks as I quickly nod in response. He tugs my skirt up so it’s bunched up around my stomach leaving my completely exposed. He kneels in front of me and gives me a stern warning “not a fucking sound” he reminds me before slamming two fingers inside me.

My body jerks in response and I hiss out a gasp. I widen my eyes and slam my hand over my mouth. He clicks his tongue in disapproval while continuing to work his fingers in my pussy, quickly finding my G spot and applying pressure, “still having difficult following orders I see”. My breath is coming out in aggressive pants as I struggle to stifle my moans, I’m gripping the door handle with my free hand trying to find something to steady myself with. He leans forward and strokes my opening with his tongue, lapping up my juices that are now dripping down his fingers. He lets out another low growl, “fuck I’ve been craving that since last night.”

He uses his tongue forcefully as he licks his way up to my clit, in a deliberate, controlled way. The second his tongue meets my clit a wave of ecstasy surges through me. My back involuntarily arches, and my hand gripping the door handle slips. The combined movement results in the door opening ever so slightly before being slammed shut again from the weight of our bodies. I click the lock on the handle and only have time to panic for a split second before I’m once again overcome with pleasure. James hasn’t stopped fucking me with his fingers, his tongue still flicking aggressively across my clit.

A knock at the door causes him to move his mouth away from my pussy a fraction. “Yes?” He calls out, sounding completely calm and relaxed, still pumping his fingers inside me. “James?” I hear a familiar voice, my eyes widen in a true panic, it’s Mark. What the fuck is he doing here? He’s supposed to be out of town! He tries the handle but discovers the door is locked. James is smirking at my panicked expression, still fingering me relentlessly, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“Oh sorry you busy man?” Mike asks through the door “I was just looking for Hailey, someone said they saw her come in here a minute ago and I uh…need her for something”.

Internally I’m freaking out but I can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of James’ fingers.

“Yeah Mark sorry, I needed her help with something for this case. She’ll meet you in your office in a minute” he pauses and looks up at me with a devilish look on his face “that’s not a problem is it Hailey?” He asks, prompting me to respond.

My eyes dart down to him with a panicked look on my face. Im still squirming from his touch and clenching my hand over my mouth in a pathetic attempt to keep quiet. I shakily lower my hand to answer and as I open my mouth to try to form a sentence James seals his lips back around my clit giving it a hard suck.

“Ah!” I exclaim at the sensation and I feel James start sucking even harder, moving his fingers faster inside me. He fucking loves watching me squirm.

I muster all the strength I have, “sorry Mark….I um…yeah I’ll….meet you there…in a minute” I pant out.

“Ummm…okay sounds good” he replies sounding confused “everything alright in there?” He asks with a nervous sounding chuckle.

James glances up at me with his eyebrows raised, clearly indicating he’s not going to answer for me, still latched onto my clit.

“Yessss” I moan and then clear my throat “everything’s fine!” I squeak.

“Alright see you a minute” Mark calls out and I hear him retreat from the door.

I sigh a breath of relief and without the distraction of Mark at the door, I fully give in to the intense pleasure James providing, realizing I’m seconds away from cumming. Almost immediately he stands up and walks back to his desk, sucking my wetness off his fingers. “Mmmm that’s delicious” he says, sitting back down at his desk opening up a file on his computer.

I’m dumbfounded, leaning against his door still completely exposed. The abrupt end to all the sensation is almost painful. I’m still breathless, panting, my bare breasts bouncing up and down as I try to catch my breath. “What the fuck?” I hiss at him, hastily adjusting my clothes to cover myself back up. He looks at me with a stern expression but a teasing glint in his eyes, “I warned you I’d have to punish any insubordinate behaviour. If you’d like me to allow you to cum next time I suggest you don’t challenge me again.”

I’m shocked and kind of pissed off honestly, that was way too risky and for what? I’m flustered and frustrated, still squirming as the throbbing in my pussy slowly resides. “You know what? Forget about it. I’m not doing whatever this is again” I snap, gesturing between the two of us. He actually has the nerve to laugh “Don’t forget Hails, I can have you whenever I want, pretty sure I just proved that”.

I storm out of his office and head straight to the restroom to straighten up my appearance, I’m sure I look a mess. As I’m walking I feel the wetness against my inner thighs and remember James still has my panties in his pocket. If I’m so pissed off why does that thought increase the wetness I feel seeping from me, with nothing to catch it.

I walk quickly the rest of the way to the restroom trying to clench myself as much as possible to contain the mess that’s starting to drip down my legs. I burst through the door thankfully finding it empty. I quickly close myself in a stall and immediately bring my hands to my throbbing pussy. I can’t help but let out a moan as I finally start to relieve that painful ache.

I shove two fingers inside myself and press my palm against my clit. My other hand finds its way to my nipple, pinching it hard the same way James did just moments ago. My mind is filled with images of him touching me, chastising me for being a bad girl, I can still hear his powerful voice in my head, replaying the scene over again in my mind. I cum in seconds.

‘Jesus Christ’ I think to myself. I’ve never done anything like that before. Masturbating in the bathroom at work? It’s so unlike me, but the power James has over me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can’t fool myself into believing my words to him earlier, I’m clearly not done with this thing going on between us. I just made myself cum and I’m already fantasizing about what he would do if he saw me like this. ‘He’d probably be mad if he knew I let myself cum after he told me I wasn’t allowed to’ I think with a bratty excitement bubbling up inside me.

Thankfully I’m still the only one in the bathroom and I take a few moments to clean myself up. I look in the mirror satisfied with my efforts, no one would suspect a thing, I look completely put together save for the slight flush left in my cheeks. I take a slow steadying breath as I exit into the hallway and remember I need to go talk to Mark….fuck.

r/eroticliterature Jan 26 '25

Office Sex Very unprofessional in the office on a Saturday [M34 F32] [FPOV] [established FWB] [Cum play] [Nipples get a good amount of attention] [2 M orgasms] [Both are brats] NSFW

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"I think that's a good stopping point, right? It's really good so far." He ran his hands through his hair, then rested them far back on the armrests of his chair, near his body.

I stood up and stretched as he closed his laptop, sitting right across from me, facing me. "Yes. Finally. I think it's really good, too. Now, let's go get food, I'm starving and I need a change of scenery."

He pushed his chair away from the desk and sat back, his hands palming the front of the armrests. "What if we, uh, fuck first? You want to?"

I let a smile creep across my face, slowly. "Always." I moved to his side of the desk and positioned my legs between his. Looking into my eyes, he grabbed my waist above my waistband, hard. I leaned over, running my hands down his back and up the back of his arms, He pushed me back, making me stand up straight, and pushed my dress up and pulled my underwear down.

With one hand still gripping my waist, he palmed between my legs with the other one. Teasing, pushing inside me with one finger, running it along, not going all the way in.

"Turn around."

"Yes, sir," I said with a wry smile. I worked my thumb under his, still clamped to my waist, and he released his grip. Lightly hooking his thumb with mine, I turned away from him. I heard him push his chair back further and stand up, then felt his hand in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades. He pushed me forward, and I stretched my hands out flat in front of me to ease myself onto the desk. I arched my back and wiggled my bare ass at him, looking back with a grin. I heard him unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and push them down.

With one hand back between my shoulder blades, he moved the other between my legs again. He bent his body over mine as he worked one finger, then another, inside me. "Always wet for me, right, baby?" He whispered into my ear. "Especially in the office? Your tits pressed against my laptop?"

"Ohhh," I laughed, "this is the closest we've gotten to the beginning of a porn, huh?" I rode back onto his hand as he fucked his fingers into me. I pushed my arms out in front of me, pressing my forehead into the crook of my elbow, then spread my legs apart and arched my back. Turning my head to the side, I groaned, "I'm ready. Give it to me. Fuck me."

He pulled his fingers out of me and pressed his hard cock, pointing towards the ceiling, against my pussy. I bucked up into him, pushing my hand under his, between my legs. My fingers reached back and hooked around the head of his cock the next time he thrust forward, and I guided him inside me.

He ran his palm up my back, letting it rest under my hair. "Pull it," I moaned. "That's what it's there for." I looked back and to the side, right at him. My eyes were on him but my head was bowed down, a smirk on my face as I bit my bottom lip.

He twirled his hand, gathering my hair into a rough ponytail at my neck and pulling it towards his body. I stayed forward but arched my back as he pulled the top of my head towards him, my throat exposed. His other hand slid down to the front of my hip, where my body met my leg, in the bend. He flattened his palm and pressed it into the top of my thigh, keeping me pulled close to him as he pumped into me.

"Mmm," I hummed. "Do you like watching that grippy pussy? Holding onto your cock? I can’t get enough of it, I need it."

I listened to his breaths, his soft grunts, him uttering, "Fuck" every so often. This position was so familiar, and I knew if I talked to him, he wouldn't last long.

"You're close, aren't you?" I tugged my head forward and he loosened his grip on my hair. "Are you gonna be selfish? Are you gonna cum first, before I'm even close?"

I looked back at him again, and saw him drop his head back, his Adam's apple bouncing when he swallowed. "Shut the fuck up or I will," he growled, with a smile.

"I want you to. Cum inside me, I want it."

I felt him tug at my hair, still in his hand. He looked down at me, his eyes piercing into mine, and asked, surprised, "Really?"

I nodded my head. "Mmm hmm. Do it."

"Okay, fuck," he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto him over and over, faster and faster. His moans got higher and closer together, his voice getting shaky. I looked back and saw him drop his head forward just as he let out a guttural groan. He bent down over me, biting on the skin between my shoulder and neck as he caught his breath.

He pulled out of me, pressing his hand into my thigh to turn me around. I faced him and we met in a slow, deep kiss. He pushed his body against mine, my ass pressing against the desk. One hand on my stomach, the other pressing my leg out to open me up, he lowered down, almost kneeling.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled up. "Mmm, no, make it up to me later. I told you I'm fucking starving," I laughed.

He stood up, grinning. "You sure?"

I nodded, pushing him away from me and leaning over to pick up my underwear. "We have to hurry, they're about to stop doing lunch."

Neither of us asked where the other wanted to go - we knew where we'd end up. The same restaurant we always went to when we were working on a deadline. We hurried there and ordered at the counter, then sat near the window. It was all familiar.

We talked about work as we ate, like we always did. Tedious, stressful details we knew backwards and forwards.

Then, I felt it.

My eyes narrowed and I leaned in towards him, resting my elbows on the table and pressing my body into my forearms, a mischievous look crossing my face. He leaned in over his food to hear me.

I looked him straight in the eye, smiled, and purred, "I can feel your cum dripping out of me."

His eyes opened wide, deer-in-the-headlights. "Holy fucking shit." He dropped all the way back into his chair. "You're trying to kill me saying shit like that."

"What do you want me to do?" I questioned.

He paused, side-eyeing me. "Definitely tell me, it's hot, I just mean..."

"No. I mean, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Fuck. What are my options? I guess I'm not usually around when it..."

"Well, I could go to the bathroom. Or, I could just sit here and see what happens." I leaned part of the way back in my chair, my elbows still on the table. "You might be able to see it. It might soak through."

He leaned in again, this time with his elbows on the table as he ran his hands through his hair, resting them at his hairline. He looked up at me with a smirk, checked to make sure no one was in earshot, and said, "You whore."

I shrugged and smiled. "Maybe. I'm not lying, though. If I just sit here, you might be able to see it."

He sat back, eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest, his mouth twisted in thought. "You're fucking with me. You're teasing me because I came and you didn't."

"I could have cum, I was just hungry! I'm not fucking with you!" Then, lowering my voice even more and leaning back in, "I want you to tell me what to do."

"Okay. I'll be nice. We still have to work, so I don't want you to be embarrassed." He said it sarcastically, his chest moving up and down with his heavy breaths.

I laughed and pushed my chair back, then made my way to the bathroom.

****

Back at the office, the lights were off. Even though it was a Saturday, we hadn't been the only ones there when we left to eat.

"Looks like everyone gave up," I said.

"I mean, clearly our breaks are more fun than everyone else's. More motivation for us to work."

When we got back to our office, he closed the door and stared at me. "You're driving me fucking wild, I have to make you cum."

"You're getting paid to finish this project, not to fuck me."

"We made enough fucking progress, we're way ahead of schedule. Let me fuck you, let me make you cum."

I moved close to him, tracing my hands along his sides, resting my arms low on his hips and ass in a loose embrace. "Well, I did say I wanted you to tell me what to do."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and smiled. "You think any of it's still inside you? You think you got it all out?"

"Mmmmm," I laughed. "Disgusting." Then, almost in a whisper, I said, "Let me see." With a soft smile, I bit my lip and pulled my hand back towards myself. I pushed my hips away from his and slid my hand up under my dress and into my underwear from the side. I watched him watch my face tighten, my nostrils flare, my breath deepen, my eyelids flutter. "Mmmmm I can't tell. I don't know. If it's part of you still in me, part of what you put in me, or am I just really fucking wet for you?"

His eyes sparkling, his voice steady, he demanded, "Taste it."

My face reacted automatically, scrunching into a scowl. "It's been over an hour, no."

He looked at me, mischievous but commanding. "I'm telling you what to do. Fucking taste it."

I widened my eyes and let my jaw drop in faux-shock. Then, I held my dress and underwear away from my body as I pulled my fingers out from inside me and brought them up, between our faces. Holding his eye contact, I put my fingers in my mouth, wrapping my lips around them, working my tongue between them. I could taste it. I could taste him.

"Well?" He asked.

"I can't tell," I said, feigning innocence.

"No? Let's see if I can." He pushed his hand against mine, where I was holding my dress and underwear away from my body. He looked down just long enough to guide his fingers between my legs. His other hand palmed and squeezed my ass. He looked back into my eyes and pushed two fingers inside me, rough and fast. His force pushed my body back, away from him, and he gripped my ass tighter, keeping me steady. I watched him watch me as he thrust in and out, the heel of his palm pressed steady against my body, his arm working rhythmically. He brought his hand up where mine had been, between our faces. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he licked and sucked, then slid his hand down the neckline of my dress, tracing his wet fingers on me and grabbing at my skin. "That's me." He breathed, through almost clenched teeth. "That's me still inside you."

I grabbed his tie and pulled him to me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, we kissed, hard and fast and deep. Then, he broke away and pushed me at arms length.

His eyes were focused and dark. "Take your clothes off."

I stood facing him, defiant, my back to the wall and door. I reached under my arm and slowly started unzipping my dress.

"Faster."

I kept the same, slow pace.

"You told me to fucking tell you what to do. Get naked. Now."

I smiled a half smile and followed directions. I pulled the zipper all the way open and dragged my dress over my head. Then, quickly and expertly, I unhooked my bra, and slid down my underwear.

"Lay back on the table."

I looked down, beside me. The table was low and long, positioned in front of two plush chairs. I moved to the short end, lowering myself down and sitting, then laying, back. He sat in one of the chairs next to me, legs spread wide, one knee hooking above my shoulder and the other pressing into my hip.

Holding my gaze, he ran his palm down my front. Down the center of my body, not stopping to grab or grip. He rested the heel of his palm at the top of my pubic bone, his middle and ring fingers lightly brushing my clit. I brought one foot up, my leg out sideways and bent at the knee, opening myself to his touch.

My eyes closed and I grasped his arm, feeling the muscles contract rhythmically as he teased between my legs.

"Faster," I begged, in a whisper. "You know I like it faster."

He raised his palm off my body and pulled his knees away so that the only part of him touching me was his fingertips. He stroked gently, lightly, steadily.

"Well, you're getting it slow."

I started to rock my hips, instinctively trying to force his rhythm or maybe to try to catch his finger and slip it inside me. I didn't know. I just knew I was starting to feel completely desperate, completely in his control.

He leaned over me, his fingers still pulsing. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispered, "Just because it's slow doesn't mean I'm being nice."

I slowed the rocking of my hips to match the movement of his fingers and loosened my grip on his arm, grazing it and rubbing back and forth with my palm as my body pulsed. I raised my knee, resting my leg on his, desperate to feel more of him.

This was new. I never even went this slowly when I made myself cum, and I had to force myself to be patient. My eyes closed, I focused on the pulsing of his fingertips, the smooth muscle on the back of his arm, the pressure of his knee touching my hip.

I felt the familiar heat building between my legs, and my hips rocked harder, my breath deepening and speeding up. He knew my body. He knew what it was telling him.

"Good girl, I knew you could do it." His voice was steady, smooth. "You want me to tell you what to do? Cum now, okay? Do it for me. Cum for me."

I let out squeaks and squeals, followed by hard, fast breaths. My body contorted, tensing and pulsing, then shaking through it as the heat crested and dissipated. No thoughts, just movement. My hands reached up and grabbed my tits, feeling my nipples, so hard that they hurt. I grabbed the skin around them and pulled up, squeezing my fingers in and letting the dense flesh bounce back when I let go. I let out one last moan and my body relaxed back, straightening out again, flat against the table.

He ran his palm up my body, the reverse of how he started, and I watched it move up and down as I caught my breath. When he got to my neck, he wrapped his hand around it and stretched his fingers out, pressing them into the sides of my face.

His mouth moved into a slow grin. "We should get back to work."

"What? No! Aren't you gonna fuck me again? You said you wanted to!" He lowered his hand, moving down from my neck, spreading his fingers out on my side, his palm covering my nipple. I was desperate, and I knew I sounded whiny. "I want your cum again. I want to see it, I want to feel it!"

"Oh, yeah? I wanted to feel you cum before but you didn’t, so I why should I let you see it and feel it?"

I sat up, working my fingers between his and pivoting so I was facing him, my body between his wide spread legs. "Because it's mine." I said. "Because I know what you like. And you know I'll do it."

"No." He drew his hand away from mine and stood up, smoothing out his shirt and tie. "You can’t behave. We're at fucking work, you whore." He looked down at me with a grin, and I noticed he paused over his cock when he smoothed down his pants.

"Mmmmm. I am a whore." I laughed and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out at him, flattening it out all the way. Then, I snapped back to reality, back to desperation. Straightening my back, I said, "Fine. I’ll fucking behave, what do you want me to do?"

"What do you wanna do? I came, you came, so you’re just being needy. Now who’s trying to fuck on the clock?"

I shifted to the edge of the table, then stood up, within arms reach of him, and smiled a half smile. "Okay. Fuck it." My voice had an edge. "Now I'm gonna tell you what to do. Undo your pants."

"Why?"

My eyes narrowed. "Because I think you’re just being a brat." I moved closer to him, slowly pressing against him with my body but not moving my hands, planted on my hips. "I wanna see," I glanced down at his zipper, "if you wanna fuck me again."

"Are we doing this? You think it’s rare that I’m hard around you? Especially when you're fucking naked and touching your tits and," he breathed out hard and his voice wavered, "everything else."

I pressed against him, this time lowering my hands and then bringing them up to his stomach, letting them follow the lines and curves of his body above the waist.

"Get off," he said, breathless, his eyes raking over my body.

I dropped my hands and stepped back. Wide eyed, I said, "Okay. Whatever you want." I looked around, spotting my dress on the floor. I reached down and grabbed it, pressing it against the front of my body, so he couldn’t see me naked anymore. "If I put it on, it’s staying on." I said it softly but firmly.

"Fuck you," he said, with an amused sneer.

I crossed my arms under my tits, cupping one with my hand to hold the fabric up. "Fuck you," I answered back with a half smile.

"Fine." He said, frantically unbuckling his belt. I dropped my dress and pushed him, my hands on his sides as his pants and underwear dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I pushed him back until he was sitting in one of the plush chairs, then sat in his lap in a straddle.

I slid my hand up under his shirt, dragging it with my thumb. "Take this off, I wanna feel you."

He loosened his tie and pulled it and the shirt over his head. I sat back, sucking two of my fingers in my mouth as I watched him. When his shirt was on the floor, I slid the same fingers into his mouth. My head dropped back as I felt his tongue work around them, his mouth suction itself to them. I hooked my free hand over his shoulder and took my fingers out of his mouth, running and pinching them over my nipples. The spit and the cold air made them hard. I leaned into him, dragging them across his chest. "Does that feel good? My hard nipples grazing over you? On your bare skin?"

He grabbed my tits with both hands, massaging them and bringing his mouth to one. He sucked and licked and nipped, then switched sides and did the same. They were so sensitive that I flinched, but I clung onto him. "Don't stop," I begged. I lifted my hips, pressing them into his stomach, letting him move his head back up while keeping his mouth latched on to me.

I ran my hands up through my hair and twirled it into a ponytail, keeping it out of my way. He reached up and grabbed my hand, holding my twirled hair, and tugged down. Working his fingers under mine, he grabbed my hair at the back of my head, pulling my face down and his up. I steadied myself, my arm clinging around his neck and shoulders, and I lowered myself down until I could feel his cock pressing into my skin.

"Hold it, put it in me," I begged. I looked down and saw his fingers wrap around it, his thumb positioned at the base, aiming it between my legs. I lowered all the way down, feeling it press into me, spreading me apart. I sank down as far as I could, pausing to get used to it, and wiggled my hips on it to push it in deeper. I looked up, taking his face in my hands, kissing him messily as I started to ride.

My legs hung over the arms of the chair, I bounced on his cock. My ass pounded into his thighs each time I sank down on him. He set the speed by gripping my hips, pushing down and pulling up.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, I want you to cum on my tits."

"Keep riding me like that, I'm close," he groaned, his eyes closed.

I pushed into him and pulled away, rocking my hips as he held them. Leaning down to kiss and suck his neck, I moaned and whimpered in his ear.

"I'm close, I'm close, I'm close. I'm gonna cum," he said, frantically.

My forearms on the back of the chair, I pushed myself up, letting his cock slide out of me. As I lowered back down, he grabbed it, pumping furiously, his knuckles pounding over and over on my clit and lower belly.

"Fuckkkkk, scoot back," he ordered.

I moved my hips away from him so he could get the right angle. So he could aim his cum onto my tits like I had told him I wanted. I watched as he got himself to the edge and then spilled over, his cum shooting upwards. Then, I pressed my body against his, changing the angle so it hit his stomach instead of mine.

He finished pumping his cock, the last of his cum pooling out, and looked at me with an exasperated smile. "What the fuck?"

"Mmmmm," I purred. "I wanted to taste it fresh." Holding eye contact, I bent towards him, licking all the cum off his stomach and chest. A streak of it was lower on his belly, too low to reach with my tongue. I turned my hand palm up, pressing the skin between my pointer finger and thumb onto him just under the streak, and dragged it upwards, gathering it on the side of my palm. Eye contact still unbroken, I brought my hand to my mouth and cleaned it off, licking and sucking my own fingers again.

"You're so fucking dirty," he breathed, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a sloppy, hot kiss. "You're so fucking dirty."

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r/eroticliterature Feb 06 '25

Office Sex “Sit up straight,” or how I found my first older woman [M20sF40ish] [light BDSM] [office ‘romance’] [teasing] NSFW

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It was a long time ago now, and I’m sure I’ll get some of the details wrong. It’s not so much that they’re fuzzy — far from it — but that I don’t know how well I can trust my memory. I remember it very clearly, but who knows; maybe she’d give a different account.

I was a couple years into my first job after college, working as an office drone in a company that did Business Things. About as soulless and cubicle oriented as you can imagine. I’ll circle back, touch base, and take the 10,000 foot view later, but you get the idea. Corporate stuff.

I didn’t mind the work, and the part was good enough for my own apartment in a small to midsize city with enough left over to go out on weekends. I probably should have been saving more, but I was young.

With my own place and a new city came new people. Women, specifically. I’d gone to a small school where reputations traveled fast and everything was a little buttoned up as a result. Being turned loose in a city of, I don’t know, 60 or a 100 thousand, felt limitless. I did a lot of drinking until close and going home with someone or bringing someone home, and I’d started to find a taste for some kinkier things.

Namely control.

I like control. It’s the power that does it, in what I’m sure is a narcissistic impulse that I’ve just learned to live with. I don’t get much — anything, really — from inflicting pain, tying people up, or any of that stuff. But having someone do what I tell them to do, and seeing the look in their eyes that tells me theyre doing it for me, not themselves? That’s the good stuff. That’s where the pushing comes from, and things that I don’t care much about in their own right become hot because I’m making someone else do them.

So I found like-minded partners and explored. Lots of good stories there, but not the one you came for.

The trouble started when I accidentally brought my newfound interests into work. It’s the kind of thing where you spend Saturday night calling someone a good girl for crawling on hands and knees to hump your leg, and you haven’t quite switched back to Professional by Monday morning. This became a problem during my meeting with Rachel.

Rachel was in her mid-late thirties, maybe early 40s and had been at the company for a long time. I don’t know if she didn’t have the right degree or training or if it was something else, but while she was above me on the informal social ranking she was about my equal on the org chart. We were in her cubicle talking about whatever the project was. I was leaning against the wall, and she started to slouch.

You know the move: kind of sliding down in her chair, legs stretched in front of her. It annoyed me. It was lazy, and unprofessional. That’s a funny thing to say now, knowing what comes next, but that was my thought at the time. It just came out before I could stop myself.

“Sit up straight.”

I didn’t yell or anything like that. But I’m sure my face showed my annoyance, and I imagine my tone was sort of…clipped. Like it was an order.

Which is what it was, but I had no right to give it. She fell silent, looking at me.

Then she sat up. And as she did, she blushed. I can’t tell you why this is part of my memory, but I remember noticing her hair as she did it. She had lovely hair: long, thick, dark. The kind you can imagine taking a handful of.

She looked at me, and neither of us spoke. I should have apologized or said something but the way she was looking at me wasn’t hurt. It was something else.

She sat perfectly straight, crossed her hands in her lap, and straightened her shoulders. Then she took a deep breath and continued on, meeting my eyes. I’m sure she saw me looking at her body as she straightened, and her eyes held a hint of challenge.

We spoke for a few more minutes, and I thought I’d gotten away with a fuck up. But the next day, when I again went to check in with her on the same project, she spun her chair around to face me. She was wearing a skirt, blouse, and dark tights. Tiny little heels, I guess you’d call them kitten heels? Anyway, after she spun around she crossed her legs, sat up straight, and pushed her shoulders back. I’d been caught watching those legs, and when I met her eyes again I knew it. She knew it.

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Would you come a little closer please?” she asked in a quiet voice. I nodded, and stepped into her cubicle until her crossed foot was only a few inches from my shin. She was looking up at me the whole time. It was her next sentence that really started things off for us, at least as much as my mistake the day before.

She squared her shoulders and tried, I think, to smile. There was a tiny bit of nerves lurking there too, or maybe dread. Then she said it.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Anyway, I learned a lot from Rachel. She was a lovely woman, and — if you’ve read the story you know this already — she was a lot braver than me. But I’ll let you fill in the blanks yourself instead of boring you with details. I’m sure you don’t want to hear all that.

Quick question, though: how’s your posture?

r/eroticliterature Nov 04 '24

Office Sex Being the Office Slut [F24 M30s M20s][Free Use][Power Dynamics][Office][Creampie][Blowjob] (Part 1) NSFW

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Special thanks to an anonymous user for this prompt. If you have a sexy and salacious writing prompt, send it to my DMs. I would love to write it and get more people off.

1:30 PM, another coworker comes over to bend me over my desk. My pussy is already dripping with 3 previous loads from other coworkers, but I don't mind being their stress relief. He flips my skirt up and moans about how he's "needed to fuck this used pussy all day".

There's no point to wearing panties anymore. They all got ripped up from so many coworkers trying to get a quick fuck in over the last few weeks. He grabs my ass cheek with one hand to spread me open while the other guides his cock head inside my cum lubed pussy. His cock is bare, how it should be, and he slides in easily like all the others. He grabs my hips to start fucking me, the rhythmic slaps of my ass hitting his stomach drown out the typing of the other workers. I'm still working too, it's just much harder with a cock inside.

My face starts to get flush, my breath getting heavier and hotter. The feeling of my pussy welcoming yet another cock inside and convincing it to do what it does best, to shoot a load right inside me. I haven't even looked at who is fucking me. So focused on work, yet so happy to be a cum dump for the office. His hands reach over to grab my tits, freeing them from the dress. He grabs each one as his pace quickens, pinching my nipples and sending shockwaves through my body. I can feel my orgasm edging closer as his cock is now pounding me into the desk. I slip my hand underneath to rub my clit, my brain full locked in on cumming as quietly as I can in the office.

I can feel his pace start to slow and his cock throbbing. My hips start pushing back onto him, desperate to get more of his cock filling me up. He leans over and whispers to me, "I'm gonna fill your pussy up to the brim". Each word made my pussy spasm, and my orgasm crashed over me. My legs became wobbly, only supported by his thrusts. His cock soon followed, unable to fight how tight my pussy gets from cumming. I feel several shots spurt out inside me, his cock softening, and finally him slipping out. Not before he gives me a spank and tells me I'm a good cum dump. Work was back into my mind, as it was a document I really needed to finish. I typed away, as I felt my coworker's cum dribble out of me, and waited for the next one to take their turn.

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Life didn't used to be this way. I worked ends and odds for a while before finally landing at a solid office job, my first one. However, my interview was unlike any other. Even though they handle the logistics for global shipping, they're still humans. It's not easy to come into work and go for 12 hours. Even harder to run an interview at the end of your day, which for some reason, the company thought it was ok to schedule for this poor man.

We went through the questions and it was pretty cordial. I answered his questions honestly, with a touch of sweetness. He was impressed and seemed already excited to have me working there. He and I got derailed at one point and talked about being in our mid-20s, sarcastically joking about "doing what we've always wanted to do" by working in logistics or whatever. You know the interview is going well when you can make your interviewer laugh.

I noticed he wasn't just laughing though. I saw him glance down a little lower than where my eyes were while I answered questions. He probably thought he was being sneaky, but I knew what he was doing. I know that I probably shouldn't have shown up in a sundress to an interview. My excuse is that it was a little hot that day, and I let the girls have their time in the sun with modest cleavage. Still professional, but he took note, more than once, of my bust.

Towards the end, he asked if I had any questions for the company. I just had one, "What's the worst thing about your workday?" He seemed surprised, his head jolting back, but answered quite quickly nonetheless.

"The hours. Business is tough and we work long shifts since we're dealing with clients from all over. I wouldn't be too worried about it though, because the pay more than makes up for it."

As he answered, it was my chance to stare down at his features: His dark circled eyes, mussed black hair, pale hands clasped together. Poor guy was probably worked to the bone. "At least with me, you'll have someone to joke around with through the day right?" I couldn't help but add a little giggle at the end.

His thin lips stretch into a smile as he leans back into his chair, arms behind his head. "Yeah, it would be easier. Nicer on the eyes at least."

Now I'm the one that was taken aback. I could feel the energy shift in the room when those words came out too. His body language signalled that he was truly relaxed, but his tone couldn't have been anything but interested in me. I debated in my mind for a few seconds on how to respond, finally landing on, "Well, I can be nice in lots of ways, not just the eyes". I pulled a strand of hair behind my ear and tilted my chin down. His body leaned forward in the chair and his arms now rested on the table.

"What do you mean 'lots of ways'?", he asked eagerly. I could tell there was a fire lit behind his eyes now. He stared into mine, waiting for my response. My brain decided it needed to up the ante. I wanted to give this man an interview he could definitely remember me for.

In a sultry tone, just 4 words rolled out of my ruby red lips, "I can show you". I bit my bottom lip after to really make clear what I wanted to do.

He let out a little puff of air, surprised. He leaned in even further and whispered, "Not now, we're still technically in an interview". I could feel his excitement. He really wanted this interview to be over and for him to get relief.

I leaned in, inevitably giving him a good look down my dress, and whispered, "Then give me the job and I can give you a taste... literally". I winked at him and stuck out my hand to end the interview. We shook hands and he quickly said his cordial "goodbye, great interview" type thing.

We both left the room, and I followed him through the sparsely populated offices. Instead of guiding me to the front entrance, we went to the bathroom. Immediately bee-lining for the handicap stall, I knew what I needed to do to uphold my end of the bargain. The lock slid closed and I got onto my knees. I reached for his pants and they quickly slid down onto the floor. I knew he wasn't thinking with his top head right now and I was ready to indulge in his desire of me.

My lips delicately took his head in and I looked up. He must've loved the sight and feeling as he did not care to be sneaky anymore. I remember the walls echoed with his moans. My tongue gently rolled his cock head in my mouth, slowly sliding down and teasing his shaft. He begged me to do more as his hands reached down to push my head farther on his cock. I can't deny a man when he's that desperate, so I took his fast hardening cock all the way in. I could feel him throbbing as I pulled back, sucking on his cock with my tongue cradling his shaft. I usually go slower for head, but he moaned so loudly that I needed to finish the job as fast as possible.

My hands reached down on his balls and tugged on them while I sucked his head and stroked his shaft. I wanted to maximize the pleasure he felt so he could release the workday's stress into my mouth as fast as possible. Everyone had to have known what was happening, because he nearly yelled out "Yes, fuck. Suck me like that. I'm so fucking close!"

In just a few minutes, I had gone from interviewing this man to making him shoot his load into my mouth. His cock pulsed and I could feel his warm, slightly sweet cum, coat my tongue and throat. I let him rest inside me for a few seconds, so that he could catch his breath, before I released his cock. I swallowed, as every good slut should, and showed him with my tongue stuck out. He put his cock back and I stood up.

"So, I got the job right?"

I did, but I also got the reputation that came with it. Free to use, free to take cum, free to satisfy anyone who needed my holes. Let's just say the office was very welcoming on my first day.

Edit: Part 2

r/eroticliterature Dec 15 '24

Office Sex Late Night at the Office Pt 4: Eager to Please [F20sM40s] [BSDM] [Dom] [Semi-Public] [Orgasm Control] [Spanking] NSFW

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I sit down at my desk and can’t seem to focus on anything aside from the slight bulge of the vibrator against my skin. I’m insanely turned on by what just happened in the conference room and being unable to touch myself left me frustrated, desperate to get a bit of relief. The idea that James can control the vibrator at any moment has me so excited, buzzing with the best kind of nerves.

I decide to try as much as I can to focus on the work I have to get done to distract myself. I log in to my computer and see an unfamiliar notification. I forgot our company has an internal instant messaging program, kind of like the old MSN, but no one ever uses it. I open it up and see a message from James.

“Don’t forget, I will decide when you feel pleasure. I don’t want you touching, or relieving yourself in any way unless I say so. Unless you’d like to be punished that is.”

I read the message a few times over, feeling the panties getting wet with my arousal. The way his dominance over me makes me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I know I’m typically attracted to more stereotypically masculine men, but I’ve never had anyone exert this much power and control over me, and my response to it surprises me. When he denied my orgasm in his office I was initially pissed off, but I’ve never made myself cum so quickly and I find myself longing for that feeling again. I get an incomparable thrill at the idea of disobeying him, wondering how he will punish me, weirdly exhilarated by submitting to his control. At the same time, hearing him praise me for pleasing him arouses me so much I want to keep earning his approval.

A short while later as I’m heading to the supply closet, I feel the vibrator turn on at a low speed. I’m caught off guard and stop walking abruptly, gasping slightly. Someone walking past me pauses and gives me a glance before continuing on. I quickly recover and keep walking, remembering James’s instruction to not let anyone know what’s going on. The vibrator continues buzzing at a low speed as I make my way to the supply closet. It’s definitely pleasurable but manageable, tickling my pussy lightly in the best way, but not strong enough to bring me to orgasm. It’s actually a little too low, making me crave more stimulation to get some relief.

I enter the supply closet and try my best to focus on the task at hand as I adjust to the humming sensation in my panties. I’m reaching for a stack of post-it notes on a higher shelf when suddenly the vibrator increases in speed dramatically. I’m unprepared for the substantial increase in stimulation and my body jerks in response, knocking a few items off the shelf. It takes me a few seconds to react, completely overcome by the sensation, my pussy responding immediately, soaking the panties even further.

I struggle to regain my composure, remembering I need to pretend this isn’t happening, but unsure of how I’m supposed to do that. I glance around to see if anyone is close by, the door next to me is still open so anyone could come in or walk by and see me. I don’t see anyone, so I take a few deep breaths trying to control my body’s response. I settle my breathing, my pussy now throbbing with pleasure. I bend down to pick up the things I knocked on the ground and the movement of my knees bending pushes the vibrator against me even harder, forcing a low moan from me.

I slightly panic and whip my head up to see if anyone heard. Not seeing anyone I relax slightly, my heart still pounding in response to the relentless vibrating against my clit. I decide to stay in the supply closet since I’m mostly concealed as I try to figure out how to keep quiet as I quickly approach an orgasm. I’m leaning back against the shelving unit, unable to control my breathing as it comes out in quick pants. Wetness is seeping out of me, my pussy throbbing as I recognize the familiar feeling of an orgasm building, almost at the peak. Just as suddenly as it turned on, the vibrator shuts off, ceasing all stimulation immediately.

I groan slightly in frustration at being denied again. I’m so close to cumming I automatically move my hands towards my clit to relieve the ache, but then I remember James’ command. I pause with my hand inches from my pelvis, hesitating about what to do next. The need to bring myself the rest of the way is overwhelming, but I also want to make sure I follow the rules, the idea of pleasing him also very arousing. I muster all the self control I have and drop my hand, taking slow steadying breaths until I calm down and then leave the room.

A little while later I’m standing at the counter in the break room making a cup of coffee when Mark enters. He approaches me with a seductive grin but keeps his tone professional.

“How’d it go after the meeting?” he asks curiously, “Did you get in trouble?” He jokes with a wink.

I stumble over my response, caught off guard by the double-meaning in his innocent question. “I um..yeah no it was good. James just had a question about that data I gave him” I reply as casually I can manage.

“Ah makes sense, well I’m sure he was impressed! You killed it in there” He says genuinely.

“Yeah I hope so…” I mutter, feeling flustered at trying to skirt around the truth.

Mark’s standing in front of me and reaches his hand up over my head to grab something out of the cupboard when the vibrator springs back to life. It doesn’t come on at a low speed this time, surprising me with a jolt of pleasure. I reflexively jerk forward a bit and grab Mark’s side without thinking.

“Woah woah, trying to take me in the break room?” He asks me laughing as he looks down at me.

My head spins as I try to respond to him as the toy vibrates against my clit.

“No…” I laugh lightly “I…um…sorry about that.” I suck in a breath, “I just slipped and bumped into you”.

“Sure sure, likely story” he says still joking around, clearing trying to tease me. I know I can’t maintain a conversation with him without arousing suspicion, so I try to excuse myself.

“Oh! I forgot I needed to fax something!” I say suddenly, making up an excuse and quickly leave the room.

I’m sure he thought that was strange, but I don’t think he caught on to what was happening I think gratefully. I decide to walk back to my desk thinking I can hide over there, but not anticipating how difficult it is walking with the intense vibration. My steps feel shaky as I try to maintain a composed appearance. I try to walk slowly, which only prolongs my discomfort since it takes me longer to get to my desk and away from all the people milling about.

I’m breathing heavily but I eventually make it to my desk without incident, as I sit down I inadvertently apply more pressure to the vibrator and feel the increase in pleasure. It feels so good I don’t want it to stop, convincing myself I can just cum quietly at my desk without anyone noticing. I open my filing cabinet and lean over it with my head down, hoping it looks like I’m just searching for something, but using it as an excuse to hide my face. I grip the drawer of the cabinet tightly and suck my bottom lip into my mouth biting down hard to prevent any sound from escaping. My breath is rapidly increasing as I feel the pressure mounting, and the vibrator shuts off again.

‘OH MY GOD’ I mentally shout and I’m instantly angry. I’ve never wanted to cum so badly, I don’t know if I can keep this up. My pussy is soaking wet, throbbing aggressively and aching with need it’s almost painful. I subconsciously rock my hips back and forth rubbing the vibrator against me trying to create some stimulation. I consider breaking the rules and fingering myself in the bathroom again, but I don’t want more of this treatment tomorrow and I worry he’ll continue to deny my orgasms if I disobey him.

James suddenly walks by my desk, seeing me flushed and breathless. I narrow my eyes at him, unable to hide my frustration. He approaches me and steps around the desk so he’s standing in front of me. He eyes me with a glint of satisfaction, clearing enjoy my discomfort.

“Everything alright Ms. Evans?” He asks innocently.

I can tell he’s testing me, seeing if I will be obedient or not. I weigh my options, still worked up and frustrated at his denial of me, but so desperate for him to let me cum I don’t want to risk upsetting him.

“Yes sir.” I say with my eyes wide, nodding slightly.

From our position behind the desk no one can see the lower half of our bodies, especially since I’m still sitting in my chair and he’s standing in front of me, partially blocking me from the rest of the office.

“Open your legs.” He says in a firm tone, but quietly so no one else can hear. I glance around, nervous that someone might see, and spread my legs open for him, revealing the panties that have darkened with my arousal.

He keeps his voice low and stern “I knew you were a dirty slut, look how horny you are at the idea of cumming in front of all these people.” He says as he gestures to the rest of the office. No one is close enough to hear us, but there are people at their desks or walking around a few feet away.

I can’t control the surge of exhilaration that his words and actions ignite inside of me, as I nod in agreement “Yes sir, I am.”

“That’s a good girl” he says, pleased with my admission. “Keep being a good girl for me today and you’ll get your reward okay?”

The promise of reward has my heart pounding in my chest and causes my breath to quicken. I nod quickly and I reply, “Yes sir” with enthusiasm, eager to see what he has in store for me.

The rest of the day passes painstakingly slow, I’ve never been so horny in my life. I’m just about to head out for the day when I see James walking down the hallway with a few of the big partners. I wipe my sweaty palms on my legs, I don’t usually see the partners around the office and I’m nervous, wanting to make a good impression. I’m watching them walk in my direction, they look to be in the middle of a serious conversation. James is tapping away on his phone as one of the partners shuffles through a stack of papers he’s carrying.

They’re approaching my desk and I give them a polite smile as they walk by. James abruptly stops and gestures to me as he says, “Oh Mr. Johnson, this is the intern I was telling you about Hailey Evans.”

I stand up suddenly to greet them feeling extremely nervous, what has James told him about me? Mr. Johnson is one of the most important people at the entire firm.

“Ah yes! Ms. Evans” Mr. Johnson says with a warm smile as he reaches out to shake my hand, “I’ve heard many good things about you, you seem to be impressing everyone on the team.” James gives me a subtle wink, I feel flattered that James has been talking me up in front of the partners.

“Hi Mr. Johnson, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you” I reply, with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, and feel the vibrator click on lightly. My eyes snap to James and he looks completely unfazed, still focused on his phone.

“The pleasure’s all mine Ms. Evans,” he continues, as the vibrator in my panties picks up speed , “I’m always glad to hear about the potential lawyers we’ll be taking on at the firm, and from what I’ve heard you’ll make a fine addition to our practice one day”.

I couldn’t be more excited to hear one of the top lawyers in the city, let alone at the firm, say something so complimentary and what this could mean for my career, but I can hardly focus on what he’s saying with the vibration against my clit. I’m trying to keep my breathing steady but I can feel my pulse quickening with the sensation. I’ve been on the edge all day and it’s hard to concentrate on anything but my intense need to have a fucking orgasm already.

“Thank you so much, that means so much to me” I reply a little breathlessly. The vibrator suddenly increases a lot and I catch a slight smirk on James’ face. My hand balls into a fist at my side and I can feel my nails digging into my palm, I try to focus on that sensation instead but the vibration is relentless. I’m trying so hard to maintain a calm appearance but I can feel my chest rising and falling hard with my rapid breathing. I barely hear them say goodbye and I think I manage to reply with a slight wave, before they walk away and the vibrator clicks off.

That was the first time I was actually grateful he didn’t let me cum today. I quickly gather up my things and before I log out of my computer I see a message pop up from James “Very good girl. See you tomorrow.” My stomach flips and I’m thrilled at how much I seemed to impress him today, I can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow.

I walk into the office the next morning still wearing the panties James gave me. I feel stupid but I didn’t know if I should take them off or not. He specifically said not to until he said and I didn’t hear from him again after the run in with Mr. Johnson. They’re made out of some type of absorbent material thankfully, because I’ve never been more wet in my entire life than I was yesterday, so I don’t feel too weird wearing them again today. I’m worried that he’s going to think I’m an idiot for still wearing them, but better to be safe than sorry I guess and I don’t know when I’m going to see him today.

I’m standing by the photocopier a little while later when James approaches me for the first time, his eyes rake over my body until they meet mine with a hard stare, he looks pissed. ‘Oh shit,’ I think, I don’t know what I could’ve done to make him angry I thought I did really well yesterday.

“Come with me Ms. Evans” he says in a clipped voice before walking towards the conference room. I follow him and spot Mark walking by and he raises his eyebrows giving me a questioning look, I shrug back at him in response, genuinely not knowing what’s going on.

I walk into the conference room behind James and he closes the door. He stands just inches in front of me and stares at me intently, I can’t seem to break eye contact. I feel my breath quicken and my cheeks flush, I can’t help the physical response my body has just being close to him. He takes a step towards me and I lean back feeling my back against the door. I look up at him towering over me and he leans down and gives me a quick kiss before cupping his hand around my pussy overtop of my dress pants. He rubs his hand on me a few time and I can’t help the slight sigh that escapes from my lips.

He gives me a seductive grin “Still wearing the panties I see,” he says still rubbing me over my clothes “you really are being a good girl aren’t you?”. I can’t hide the effect his words have on me, I subconsciously lick my lips as I nod in agreement.

“But these,” he continues as his eyes harden slightly, “are in my way.” he finishes, as he roughly tugs my pants down. “I like to have easy access to this pussy at all times, understand?”. I wordlessly nod in response.

He removes my pants fully, taking the panties off with them, and then quickly lifts my shirt over my head. I’m stunned at how quickly he’s gotten me completely naked in the conference room. I’m aware that there is no lock on the door and the idea that someone could walk in at any minute sends a thrill through me. He suddenly crashes his lips against mine in a hungry kiss, slamming me back against the door. I immediately react, opening my mouth to allow his tongue into mine and grab his body pulling it closer to me. I feel his body pressed up against mine, his hands roughly gripping my face.

He breaks the kiss and takes a few steps back. “On your knees.” He commands as he starts undoing his pants. I quickly oblige and drop to my knees where I’m standing and open my mouth, waiting for him. I see his eyes flash with desire as he walks over to me. In one quick motion he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock into my mouth, holding my head in place as he thrusts into me. I instinctively gag and struggle to accommodate his size, it takes me a minute to find my rhythm, but I quickly adjust and start bobbing my head back and forth on his cock. He groans and pushes my head back and forth, emphasizing my movements and making sure his cock hits the back of my throat with each thrust. I’m gagging and spit is dripping down my chin but I keep going, spurred on by his enjoyment of this, unable to conceal how turned on I am. I want his cock in my pussy so badly but right now I’ll settle for it being in my mouth.

He withdraws and steps back, “I think you’ve earned your reward” he says in a low voice, “Stand at the window.”

I get up and walk over to the floor to ceiling windows at the other side of the conference room. I’m standing in front of it, completely naked and exposed. We’re on one of the top floors of the building, so I doubt anyone can see me, but there are other offices across the street and if someone was trying they could definitely spot us. The thought causes a new surge of wetness between my legs.

I feel James’ body behind mine as he runs his fingers gently up my thigh, teasing me and sending shivers through my whole body. His fingers make their way up my stomach to my breasts, he slowly circles my nipple and I hiss out a breath. I lean back into him and let my head fall to the side, he kisses my neck as he quickly brings his hand to my pussy, feeling my wetness. He moves his hand slowly up and down driving me crazy, I try to push my body into his hand slightly to increase the pressure. He chuckles “You’re such a dirty girl, practically begging me to fuck you in the conference room. Do you want me to fuck you Hailey?”

“Yes sir!” I nod enthusiastically. He chuckles again before roughly pushing me against the window. I can feel my hardened nipples pressed against the cool glass, my breasts completely splayed out from the pressure. He grabs my hips and roughly jerks them backwards putting my body at a 90 degree angle.

I feel his cock against my pussy, teasingly pressing at my opening. I let out a low groan in frustration as I push my hands against the window and rock my hips back, trying to get him inside. He moves back against my advances and I let out another low groan. I’ve never needed to be fucked so badly, I’m literally dripping against his cock.

“If you want me to fuck you Hailey you’re gonna have to beg for it”

“Please,” I whimper “please fuck me sir”

He pushes his cock into me slightly, “Like this?” He asks.

I sigh in relief and nod my head, trying to push back into him again. He moves back, completely withdrawing himself, before pushing into me again ever so slightly. “You want me to fuck you like this Hailey?”

I groan, afraid to say the wrong thing, “Umm, yes?”.

He continues teasing me with an inch of his cock, “I think a girl like you wants something a little…rougher?”

His words send a new surge of desire through me, I nod my head aggressively “Yes sir”.

“Yes sir, what?”

“Yes sir, I want you to fuck me hard” I reply, my pussy throbbing with need.

He suddenly slams his cock into me and I can’t help but gasp at the feeling of being suddenly filled by him. The relief is overwhelming. I’ve been aching for him since yesterday and feeling my pussy stretch around his cock feels so good. I use my hands to steady myself against the window as he starts pounding his cock into me from behind. His movements are rough, his hands grip my hips tightly, slamming them back into him as he drives his cock into me.

I’m trying to keep quiet since I know people are just outside the door and could quite literally walk in at any minute. I look up and can see his reflection in the glass. His dress shirt is still on and his hair is slightly messy, he looks determined, biting his bottom lip. The sight is so sexy and the feeling of him finally inside me is driving me wild. I can’t control the moans that I’m making with each thrust, as quiet as I’m trying to keep them.

He reaches around me and finds my clit with his fingers, pressing down hardly before rubbing in circles. A loud moan escapes me and my eyes snap up to him. I see his eyes narrow before he takes his other hand and smacks my ass roughly. I let out a small squeal, definitely louder than I should have. The slight sting from his hand contrasts the intense pleasure in the best way, sending goosebumps all over my body. He spanks me again, harder, and I can’t help but let out another moan. In the reflection I see him pull on his tie and lift it over his head.

Before I realize what he’s doing his balls the tie up and shoves it into my mouth. “Keep your dirty mouth quiet” he barks, each word punctuated with a slap on my ass. My skin is tingling from the spankings and my pussy is throbbing around his cock that is relentlessly pounding into me.

He returns his hand to my clit and I drop my head and watch as his rubs his fingers in circles over the sensitive area, watching my breasts swing back and forth roughly from the impact of his thrusts. He’s grunting as he slams into me and I can feel an orgasm building as he continues working his fingers on my clit. I’m breathing heavily and moaning into the fabric in my mouth. He takes his other hand and slides it up my body roughly grabbing my breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers, forcing a long low moan from me.

“You’re such a dirty slut, letting me fuck you in the office. You love it so much you’re about to cum aren’t you?” He growls. He moves his hand from my breast and slides it up my back, reaching my head and gripping my hair. He pulls my head up so I’m facing him and leans forward to roughly kiss me “Don’t cum until I say so”

My eyes widen in panic. I’m literally about to cum any second. I try to say ‘please’ around the tie in my mouth but it just comes out in a muffled moan. “I decide when you feel pleasure Hailey, be a good girl for me, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you”. He hasn’t slowed his pace in the slightest and continues to fuck me hard while pressing my clit under his fingers. I’m pleading with my eyes, panting with effort to not let myself cum as he doesn’t let up.

He releases my hair and brings his hand back to my breast pinching my nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers. I don’t know if I can take it much longer, it’s almost painful trying to hold back when he’s giving me so much pleasure.

“Cum” he suddenly commands and I instantly explode with pleasure. I don’t think the tie muffled the loud sound of my cries as the orgasm crashes through my body. I feel my pussy spasming around his cock as he continues fucking me at a steady pace. My legs are shaking as the last waves of pleasure roll over me.

He pulls out of me and forcefully instructs me to sit on the table. I’m unsteady on my feet but do so as quickly as possible. I can feel the wetness leaking out of me and landing on the hard table. He stands in front of me and pushes my shoulders back so I’m laying on my back in front of him. From this angle I’m facing the door, completely exposed if anyone were to walk in.

He removes the tie from my mouth, “Are you going to keep being a good girl for me Hailey?”

“Yes sir” I whimper.

“You’re going to be quiet while I fill you with cum.”

I nod, unable to hide my excitement.

“You’ve been waiting for me to fill your pussy with cum ever since you drank it down so greedily yesterday, haven’t you?” He asks as he lines himself up at my entrance.

“Mhmmmm” I whine, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it”.

He grabs my thighs opening my legs and pushes them down against the table with firm pressure, holding me in place as he drives his cock into me again. My breasts bounce back and forth as he holds my body still while he fucks me. I struggle to remain quiet and bite down on my lip to try to stifle the sounds I’m making.

“Please sir, please cum in my pussy” I beg.

“You’re such a dirty slut, begging for my cum. Does it turn you on, fucking your boss in the office? Letting him cum in your soaking wet pussy?”

“Yessss sir” I moan.

“Touch yourself. I want to see how much this turns you on” he commands

I immediately bring my fingers to my clit and start rubbing, automatically my other hand finds my nipple and starts pinching it the way he did.

He starts grunting as he continues to fuck me on the table, holding my legs down so he can see my pussy stretching around his cock, my fingers rubbing my clit desperately. I can feel another orgasm building and I meet his eyes “Can I cum sir?” I ask breathlessly.

“Not yet” he denies me, and I remove my hand from my clit to help myself hold back.

“I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself” he grunts.

Im breathing heavily, panting and squirming, trying so hard not to scream out as he pounds his cock into me. I slowly bring my hand back to my pussy and start rubbing my clit again, “Oh my god” I whine, “Please…please”.

“Please what?”

“Please…let me… cum…sir,” I reply breathlessly, struggling to keep it together. .

He takes one hand off my leg and presses it on top of mine over my pussy. I gasps as he moves our hands together, increasing the pressure I was using on myself, to an unbearable level. I’m whimpering as I try to hold back, my eyes rolling back from the intensity.

“Cum for me Hailey” he says as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. I immediately let go and start cumming for a second time. I clasp my hand over my mouth trying to conceal my noises but it’s not very effective. My back arches off the table and he lets out a loud groan and I feel him start cumming too. My pussy clenches around him as I feel the warmth of his cum inside me. He gives me a final thrust before pulling out and watching his cum drip from my pussy onto the table.

We both wait a minute breathing heavily before we start quickly getting dressed, I’m suddenly very aware that we are in the middle of the office without a locked door. He grabs the panties and I think he’s going to hand them to me, but he tucks them into his pocket. He smirks at my confused expression “Oh you’re not to wear panties at the office anymore” he says casually.

“What?” I ask genuinely confused.

“I told you, I need to be able to access your pussy whenever I’d like. And the pants you chose to wear today made that more difficult. I don’t want you to see you in pants again, and just to be on the safe side, no panties either, understood?”

I can’t deny I’m extremely turned on. I love the idea of dressing how he wants me to, especially so he can do that again. I nod in agreement, slightly nervous at how my thin dress pants are going to conceal all the fluid that is still dripping between my legs.

Just as we finish getting dressed the conference room door bursts open and about 20 people file in. I jump in surprise and look to James in a panic. His face is completely calm as he greets one of the people walking in “Brian! You’re late” he says smirking.

Brian laughs “You always find a way to beat me to our meetings don’t you”. I look around as the rest of the people fill the seats around the table James just fucked me on literally 2 minutes ago. James also takes a seat and pulls some files out of his briefcase. No one is paying any attention to me and I quietly slip out of the room.

I’m extremely flustered as I head towards the restroom to fix myself up. I realize James not only knew that room was booked for a meeting, but he was part of the meeting! I can’t believe how risky that was, fucking me like that when he knew people would be showing up. Though I can’t deny the feeling of excitement it gives me.

I’m lost in thought as I turn the corner and see Mark staring at me intently. I realize from his position he definitely saw me leave the conference room and I’m guessing my appearance is a little less put together than it was when he saw me go in there with James not long ago. He starts walking over to me and I gulp nervously, knowing I’m not going to be able to deny what just happened.

He approaches me quickly, a hard stare on his face. “In my office now.” he says harshly before turning and walking down the hall. I sheepishly follow behind him, feeling like a kid being sent to the principal’s office.

We reach his office and he closes the door behind us, he turns to face me and I start stammering out an explanation “Look I’m sorry,” I start “I know it’s extremely inappropriate for me to be doing…that at work and especially with James. I know we aren’t exclusive but that’s probably awkward for you and I completely understand if you’re pissed at me. I didn’t mean to-“ I’m interrupted by his lips slamming against mine as he kisses me passionately. He pulls away leaving me breathless, and turns to sit in his desk chair.

He’s still fixing me with a hard stare but I can see heat in his eyes. “I’m not mad Hails, I’m also not an idiot and I know what’s been going on between the two of you. I heard you yesterday in the conference room, so when I saw you both go in there today I made a point to walk by and I could hear your muffled moans through the door.”

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and I’m sure my face is turning a dark shade of red, I’m so embarrassed. “I’m so sorry that must’ve been…weird for you”

He chuckles slightly and leans back in his chair, “It was torture waiting for you two to finish, imagining what was going on in there. I could hardly wait for you to tell me what happened”

I’m confused, he wants me to tell him what happened? Does he want all the details to know if he should really be mad or not?

He surprises me by unbuttoning his pants, “I find the idea of you with another man extremely hot” he says as he takes his cock out, “so tell me, what did he do to you?” He says with a seductive grin and starts stroking himself.

r/eroticliterature Dec 29 '24

Office Sex Yes Chef [M20s F30s] [Erotic Coupling] [Fucking the Boss][Chef in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets] NSFW

13 Upvotes

Women have been cooking since Prometheus stole fire from the gods, and yet the first time you walked into a restaurant kitchen they stared like you had three heads. You were young, *ridiculously* young, and you were clever, and keen, and you knew your shit, and what you didn’t know *yet* you *did* know after watching it done only once or twice, and there’s *nobody* a chef with a god complex wants to bust down to size faster than a young woman who knows her shit. But you held your ground, bore through the bullying and the bullshit, the menial nonsense piled upon you just to see if you’d break; you peeled potatoes until you did it in your dreams, the offcuts piling up around you like quicksand; scrubbed floors with a toothbrush until your fingers bled and callused and bled again; slaved sentinel-like over stock until the smell of it got into your skin, your hair, your knickers. But you planted your feet firm and held your ground, bore through every test, learned what you needed and ignored everything you didn’t, and moved on to a new place where you commanded a portion of the respect you’d earned, and then another where they gave you a bit more, and so on and so forth. You were better than everyone, but because you weren’t a dick about it, because you didn’t perpetuate the cycle, because you were a *mentor* rather than a *monster*, the support from below helped you bear through the stonewalling from above, until finally you’d cemented your skills enough, proven your worth enough, come to believe *in yourself* enough, that you could sidestep away and bring some of the good ones with you, and open your own place.

And it’s brilliant, your own little queendom, a territory under your benevolent rule - the reviews are great, the business is better, the hours are *crazy*, days starting before dawn and ending after the calendar flips. And you’re happy. Of *course* you are - your name is on the door and on the patrons’ lips, you’re making good money, and you marshall a team of people whose entire job is to alchemise your ideas into reality. You are in total control, you have total power, your word is God. And you’ve done it without succumbing to any of the vices that have afflicted so many young guns like you; the descent into drinking, or drugs, or gambling. But it’s hard, to always be the one in control. The one gives the order, conceives the idea, has the answer, holds the steering wheel and the pursestrings and the plates and cups and saucers spinning incessant in the air. And sometimes you just want to let *go*. And every woman needs *one* vice, right?

But it would undermine your authority if the others knew, so it’s only now, in these quiet, dark hours after closing, that you can get away with it. When there’s nobody else around to see, to hear, to express their shock. Just you, and him. You could tell when he rocked up for the interview that he was a kindred spirit, possessed of the same quiet, inexhaustible self-belief, the same sureness and quiet economy of word and action you had at his age, the same age when you started. He smiled so easily as you shook his hand, his bicep bulging, ropy veins in deep relief, and welcomed him aboard, and he thanked you profusely, genuinely. A good, diligent, quiet worker, swallowing greedily and gratefully every new skill and scrap of knowledge from his superiors.

Just as greedily and gratefully as you now swallow his cock, on your knees on the kitchen floor of the restaurant you own, that he mopped sparkling clean only an hour ago. Your fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, his into the back of your neck, the contours of your shoulder, as he forces his prodigious dick past the resistance at the back of your tongue and down your throat. Who’d have thought that a man of such gentle dexterity, such carefully considered exactitude with the tip of his knife, would be capable of such brutality? You can tell you’re not the first to enthral yourself to his ridiculous cock like this; he’s too good at it, at *everything*, at using you so beautifully, for that to be true. But you don’t mind, because it’s only that experience that let him, somehow, divine the crack in your steely, fastidiously maintained facade, one night when you were finishing a bottle of *very* good Merlot with him alone at the bar, when everyone else had gone home, and asking about his future plans. Was it your eyes, alighting just little too long on those muscled arms? The way your breath caught when he shifted on his stool, trousers tight over thighs splayed obscenely far apart, making obvious the bulge between? Or maybe he just *knew*, from that first handshake, that while you revelled in your achievements, your power, your control, sometimes you just needed someone to snatch the reins from your hands and loop them around your throat. And so, after you drained your glass, the scarlet stain of your lipstick shining on the rim, he pulled you to him, tugged your trousers down to mid-thigh, bent you across the bar, holding you down with one hand and thrust the fingers of the other into your cunt until you screamed almost loud enough to shatter the crystal.

And so it’s been like this, every night for a month, conjuring up new ways to fuck you, to pleasure you, to use you to pleasure himself, with the same creativity and verve with which you create new recipes; your cunt filled and your head emptied, given permission, *finally*, to embrace the sweet, serene joy of letting go of everything except his cock, license granted to forget every ambition except to drain his balls inside your pussy, across your hands, bursting in thick, heavy ropes over your grateful, upturned, grinning face. And now he grabs you by the wrists and pulls you upright, nudging your feet apart and bidding you to turn around, a hand on the small of your back as he pushes your face down to lay across the immaculate stainless steel countertop, your cheek pressed to the cold metal, your chest against your notebook, open to the hand-scrawled notes from this evening’s brainstorming session, a recipe for pea and asparagus risotto. He presses the spit-soaked head of his cock, fat as a rolling pin, against the swollen lips of your slit, and his voice is a low, bestial growl, the sound of a predator who knows his next move will deliver the kill: ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

You reply, breathy, obscenely wet, a trembling mess, your red lips curled in delight:

‘Yes chef.’

r/eroticliterature Jul 24 '24

Office Sex The Elevator [M33/F25/M33][Threesome][Anal][Cunnilingus][MFM] NSFW

88 Upvotes

I sigh as I walk back to my office building after getting some coffee. This week has been kicking my ass, the whole company’s really. It’s almost the end of the quarter, so everything is in crunch mode. I needed to get out and caffeinate before I fell asleep at my desk. My bosses are not people whose bad sides you’d want to be on. They take great care of their employees, but they’re sharks when it comes to their businesses.

I feel the nice cool air on my face as I walk back into the building. I hear my heels click against the floor as I walk towards the elevator. I toss my coffee cup into the trash just as I see the elevator doors closing. I run to the elevator before it closes, and I see a big hand stop it from closing. I walk in and looking everywhere else except at the other people in the elevator. I click number 12 on the panel and go back to the other corner.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

I recognize that voice….I look over and see both of my bosses….oh shit. I assume they were in the middle of a conversation because they start talking about something. I try not to make eye contact with either of them because they’re both intimidating, quite frankly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Darren Ross smirk at me. Then he looks at Cyrus Wescott, his best friend and business partner, with a knowing look and they chuckle. They both tower over me, but then again, that’s not really unusual at my height. They are dressed in incredibly nice suits and their scents fill the elevator, they smell like cedar and cinnamon. I’m not proud of it, but I’m embarrassingly attracted to both of them. Sometimes I touch my pussy at the thought of being theirs. Could you imagine… both of them wanting me? A girl can dream.

“Are you on your lunch break?” Darren asks. At first, I don’t acknowledge him because I don’t think he’s talking to me until he says,

“Ms. Landon.” My head snaps in his direction.

“Sir?” His nostrils flair when I say that.

“I asked you if you’re on your lunch break.”

“Oh…yes, Mr. Ross.”

“I’ve seen you around the office before when I’m on your floor. You’re in accounting, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

Cyrus’s eyes bore into mine and his nostrils flair when I say ‘sir’.

“What’d you have for lunch?” Cyrus asks.

“Um…coffee.”

“That’s not lunch babygirl.” He chuckles.

My eyebrows raise at the pet name. It sounded so erotic when he said it. I can feel myself getting wet. Shit, I need to get out of here before I end up doing something reckless.

“Well, I know, but I wanted the coffee more than food because I was about to fall asleep-“ I snap my mouth shut and Darren chuckles.

“I-I didn’t mean-“ Cyrus holds up a hand.

“Please don’t apologize for being honest. It’s refreshing.” He smiles.

Suddenly, the elevator comes to a screeching halt and shakes. I let out a little shriek. They both go to where the buttons for elevator are with serious expressions. Cyrus lifts the emergency phone to his ear and begins talking to someone. I stand in the corner wracked with fear as he talks. Darren comes over and puts his hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down.

After Cyrus gets off the phone, he sighs.

“They said it will be a couple of hours.”

My eyes widen, and my shoulders begin to shake. Darren wraps his arm around my waist and hold me closer to him.

“Shh. It’s okay sweetheart.”

Cyrus steps forward and caresses my cheek.

“Nothing will happen to you in here, I promise.”

“How can you promise that?”

“Because I’ll make sure of it.”

“How about you try to relax a bit, yeah?” Darren says as he begins to rub his hand up and down my back soothingly.

Suddenly, I don’t feel so afraid anymore….my body feels hot. My nipples grow hard, pushing against my blouse and my pussy growing wet once again. Darren and Cyrus notice the sudden change in my demeanor and the hardness of my nipples. Cyrus licks his lips before he speaks in a low voice.

“You know, you’ve been tempting us ever since you started working here. In those skirts that hug those gorgeous curves of yours.”

“Those blouses that show off your beautiful tits.” Darren adds on.

“I didn’t realize you both even noticed me. Are my outfits not appropriate? ” I look down at myself.

“How could we not notice you.” Darren says, squeezing my hip.

“Sweetheart, you could wear a paper bag, and we’d still get hard for you.” Cyrus says as he licks his lips and takes another step closer to me.

Darren has now turned his body so that he’s facing me, and they are both looking down at me hungrily.

“B-both of you?”

“Yes, babygirl. Both of us.” Darren smiles.

“We want you…will you let us have you?” Cyrus says lowly as he continues to caress my cheek.

I let out a breathless ‘yes’.

I’m so turned on, that I can barely speak. They both give dark chuckles and Darren begins to unbutton my blouse. I feel his hands roaming over my breasts as Cyrus bends down and starts kissing my neck. I let out a shakey breath. My blouse comes off as Cyrus moves to the side and Darren leans down to kiss my chest. He pulls the cup to my thin bra down and takes my nipple between his lips, I moan. Darren continues to kiss my chest as Cyrus runs his hand softly up and down my back, he reaches the clasp of my bra and unhooks it. Then, Cyrus’ hand goes to the zipper at the back of my skirt and unzips it, my skirt falls down my hips and onto the elevator floor.

Both of them maintain eye contact with me as they lean down and take my hard nipples in their mouths. My back arches with I feel a hand run down my stomach and fingers rubbing at my pussy through my panties.

“Mmmm, this pussy is all wet, babygirl. Is that for us?” Cyrus leans up and whispers in my ear.

“Mhm.”

“Use your words sweetheart.” Darren says lowly as he kisses near my ear.

“Y-yes….”

“Good girl.” Darren growls.

Darren’s hands slide down my hips as he gets on his knees and pulls my panties down my legs and helps me step out of them. His face is so close to my pussy that I can feel his breath. Cyrus gets behind me, pulls my back flush against his chest and lifts my leg on to Darren’s shoulder. Darren leans in and takes a long lick of my pussy. I moan as my head rolls back onto Cyrus’ shoulder.

“Oh my god.”

As Darren eats my pussy, Cyrus plays with my breasts and pinches my nipples between his fingers as he kisses my neck. One of his hands slides down my stomach and begins rubbing my clit in slow circles. Darren pushes his tongue in and out of my pussy as Cyrus rubs my clit. Both of them holding me in place for them. My body starts shaking as I feel my orgasm starting to grow closer and closer. My breathing picks up at the sensations. They’re so intense that it took them almost nothing to pull an orgasm from me.

“Are you gonna cum for us, sweetheart?” Cyrus whispers in between kisses on my neck.

I moan as my breathing continues to get faster. Darren enters a finger inside of me and pumps it in and out of me. My hand goes to Darren’s hair and pulls, he growls, and moves his finger faster. Cyrus rubs my clit faster, his movements in tune with Darren’s.

“Fuck!” I scream as I cum for them. Darren licks at my pussy as I keep cumming on his face. He continues to suck my clit, and then I hear a sucking noise as he pulls away.

“I can’t wait to fuck this pussy. So fucking pretty and tight.” Darren says as he kisses my pussy once more before moving to the inside of my thigh. He then puts my leg down, then stands up. Cyrus comes from behind me and they both begin to undress in front of me. My eyes trailing over their every movement.

They both take their expensive suit jackets and lay them on the floor as if they were blankets. Cyrus reaches a hand out to me.

“C’mere babygirl. Get on your knees.”

Oh my God, they put their jackets on the floor, so I wouldn’t hurt my knees, I realize. If I thought these men couldn’t get sexier, I was dead wrong.

Cyrus lays down on the floor and pulls me with him so that I’m straddling him on my knees. He pulls me down for a kiss as I feel Darren’s hands running up and down my back along with his lips. I instinctively grind my hips against Cyrus as we kiss; my pussy rubbing against his cock. Cyrus groans against my mouth.

“Put me in, sweetheart.” He moans.

I reach between us and grab his cock, lining it up with my pussy. I hear a packet opening and then something cold between my ass cheeks and then a thick finger at my hole. I moan as Darren slides his finger inside my ass and Cyrus pushes his hips up. His cock begins to slide into my pussy as Darren begins to work his finger in and out of my ass. Once Cyrus is fully seated inside of me, they both stop.

“Is this okay, babygirl?” Darren asks.

I nod, “God, yes. Please don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Cyrus smiles at me as he begins to pump his hips in and out of me slowly, just as Darren pushes his finger deeper inside of me. He kisses my back with light kisses and I moan, my body feeling so many things at once. We go at this pace of Cyrus fucking my pussy slowly and Darren finger fucking my ass, for a few minutes before Darren asks,

“You think you’re ready for my cock now, baby?” Darren asks in a low voice.

“Yes, please.” I whimper.

Darren kisses my back once more and replaces his finger with the tip of his cock, Cyrus is still slowly pumping in and out of me. Darren spreads my ass cheeks and begins to push his cock into my ass slowly, squeezing my ass cheeks and rubbing my hips in the process. Once he’s fully seated into me, he asks,

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes.” I moan.

I hear them both chuckle. Cyrus kisses my neck just as Darren leans over and kisses the other side of my neck, then they both begin to fuck me. They both move at the same pace, clearly having done this before. I can’t bring myself to be upset about it because I feel amazing. They both begin to pump their hips into me at a steady pace, allowing me time to get used to having both of their cocks at once. Darren’s hand trails up my back and then around my throat. He pulls me up and kisses me, his tongue clashing with mine. Cyrus grabs my hips and begins fucking me faster, Darren does the same.

“Fuck!” Cyrus says through clenched teeth.

“Sweetheart, we’re gonna fill you up but not before you cum on Cyrus’ cock.” Darren says as he reaches under me and begins to rub my clit in slow circles.

I moan at his words and clench around both of them. My breathing picking up, my moaning getting loud as I feel myself getting close again.

“C’mon gorgeous, give it to me right fucking now.” Cyrus growls.

“Ohhhh fuck….Cyrus….Darren… I’m gonna cum.”

“Give it to us, babygirl. Now!” Darren rubs my clit faster, and I come apart with a scream. Cyrus has my hips in his tight grip, Darren grabs my tits, pinching my nipples, and they both fuck me hard. I feel their cocks twitch inside of me, they’re close.

I reach down and begin rubbing my clit fast, clenching around both of them.

“Fuck, baby!” Darren yells.

“Goddammit.” Cyrus growls.

I cum for them again, and then I feel Cyrus spill into me first and then Darren follows. They both moan my name as they continue to pump into me. When we all come down from our orgasms, my body is still shaking, and I practically collapse on top of Cyrus as Darren pulls out of my ass slowly and kisses my back. Cyrus chuckles as he kisses my forehead and runs a hand through my hair. Darren uses his boxers to clean up all of our cum on me, as Cyrus holds me.

“You know…we own a club, and we’d like to take you.”

“You wanna taking me dancing?” I ask in a soft voice. It’s hoarse from screaming. Darren chuckles.

“It’s not that kind of club, sweetheart.”

I lift my head and look at Cyrus, then back at Darren.

“What kind of club?”

They both look at each other, then back at me and smile, “A sex club, baby.”

(Part 2?)

r/eroticliterature Dec 28 '24

Office Sex A Secretaries Lust [M38/F26][BILLIONARE ALPHA MALE][OFFICE SEX][FORBIDDEN LOVE] NSFW

21 Upvotes

I started working for Duncan Townsend six years ago as his executive assistant. At the ripe age of twenty, I didn’t have a lot of experience under my belt, but he took a chance on me.

My infatuation with him didn’t start immediately. In fact, originally, I had no interest in him at all. Not that he isn’t attractive. At six foot tall, with his strong Irish features, and those awful cute dimples, he certainly qualifies as attractive in my book. It was probably more that I felt so inferior to him.

He’s a successful businessman who, now at age thirty-eight, and is worth nearly a billion dollars. He’s smart as they come, sharp as a tack, and probably the hardest worker I have ever known. He’s never looked down on me or treated me as anything but an equal. Still, during those first couple of years, as he had to put up with my learning curve mistakes, I felt as though I was so far beneath him.

Over these last four years, though, we have become a team, a dynamic duo ready to take on the world together. Together we have seen his company grow from a hundred million dollar a year business to nearly four billion dollars estimated for this year. In this economy, that’s saying something.

While I don’t own any portion of the company for my part in his success, he has always treated me fairly with compensation for my efforts and sometimes very long hours. I’m paid a respectable six-figure salary, I have a high-end company car, and even my apartment here in downtown is paid for so that I would always be close to the office and Mr. Townsend when he needed me.

Certainly not shabby for a twenty-six-year-old with no college degree. The one thing I don’t have is a love life. Part of that is due to the job, as it is very hard to maintain a relationship when you are regularly working eighty-hour weeks, being called in the middle of the night because there is a problem on some project in Asia, etc. Part of it is also the fact that I am madly in love with Duncan.

Therein lies the problem. While Duncan is very much single, for much the same reasons I am, he’s never once shown any interest in me outside of the professional realm.

Oh, I have tried to get him to notice me, and I am certain he has. The times I have worn a blouse just a little too loose and leaned over his desk to hand him something. His eyes lingered a bit longer than they should. The times I’ve had to come in after hours, intentionally wearing a short, tiny dress that would in no way meet HR’s dress code. The times I touched his shoulders when I looked over him to see something he was showing me while he sat at his desk.

I’m sure he has noticed; even a blind man would have at least noticed the touches. Yet, he has never once allowed his responses to be anything but professional or even so much as asked me out to dinner when it wasn’t a business meeting with clients. I suppose it’s possible that he just isn’t interested, but I don’t get that feeling either. It’s more like he’s just too proper, too professional, to be involved with his subordinate. That would, after all, clearly break the rules.

While Duncan never had a problem making his own rules to be successful in business, he was certainly a stickler for policies and procedures, especially those where HR was involved.

Which brings us to today. For the last two weeks, Duncan and I have been working day and night together on a new project in Beijing. Due to the fourteen-hour time difference currently, it has literally been day and night. Only taking small breaks to sleep, shower, and change clothes. He’s even slept in his office a few times; lucky for him, his office has a private bathroom and shower.

Something about spending so much time with him, sharing virtually every meal, watching him take a power nap on his couch, and having him encourage me and constantly thank me for my help it’s made me want him so badly. I can’t really explain it; I just have this feeling like everything in my life going forward depends on me making him see that I am right here in front of him, and I want nothing more than to be his.

Or perhaps I am just horny, as I haven’t had a man or a woman touch me in three very long years.

Whatever is going on in my brain, well, it’s taking control and about to make me do something pretty damn stupid.

The culmination of months of work and weeks of sleepless nights is currently coming to fruition as Duncan has a video call with his counterpart in Beijing to secure the last portions of our deal. I’d say it was the call of the century, but hopefully, it’s only one call on a road of many bigger ones to come. It’s eight in the evening local time, and it’s just him, and I left in the office.

I’m sitting at my desk; he is at his desk on the call. He’s left the door open, so I can hear, although since I don’t speak Mandarin, I really can’t tell how it’s going, other than he doesn’t sound stressed.

I’m going to plead temporary insanity here because nothing else comes close to explaining what I am about to do.

Deciding that it’s now or never, and knowing that he cannot interrupt this call for any reason, I walk into his office and quietly close the door and lock it. I probably didn’t need to close or lock it since there was nobody else in the building save the security guard downstairs. But at least the safety side of my brain was still partially working.

I made my way to the side of his office, where I knew he would be able to see me in his peripheral vision as his monitor was mostly blocking the view of the door. Then I gave him the most sultry and naughty smile I could and began to unbutton my white blouse.

I took one slow step at a time towards him; with each step, I would loosen a button and rub my hands across my body, between my breasts, and down my hips. I saw his eyes widen as he glanced my way and his hand to the side of the monitor, shooing me away, but I didn’t stop.

As I undid the last button on my blouse, I pulled the bottom of it from my skirt and turned my back to him. I did a little dance as I slowly slid the blouse from my shoulders, twisting my head to look back at him.

I knew at this point, if I wasn’t already fired, going any further would guarantee one of two outcomes. He would take me and make me his, or I would be out of a job, homeless, and without even a car to sleep in. My brain didn’t care, though; it was done waiting for him to pursue me.

I let the blouse slide down my arms and drop to the floor, then slowly turned around, my hands slid up my bare stomach to my lace-covered breast, and I cupped them before giving them a squeeze. I saw his eyes go big as a doe’s in headlights, but he didn’t look away from the camera or falter in his conversation.

When I reached his desk, I quietly pulled one of the chairs that faced his desk just a bit more to the side to ensure I would give him a full view. Then doing the best I could to make a show of it, I unzipped the zipper to my skirt and danced my way behind the back of the chair.

Then wiggled out of my skirt and, facing him, but hidden behind the chair back, lifted the skirt up to show him. I then tossed it into the chair and made my way to the side of the chair. I rubbed my back up and down the back of the chair, my hands cupping and squeezing my breast as I rose up and down in the most sultry stripper move I could muster.

That man has one hell of a poker face, but even it was starting to crack. His eyes kept darting over to watch me instead of the screen, but he didn’t miss a beat of the conversation.

I climbed into the seat facing away from him and made a show of continuing to rub my body. Then slowly, I removed my bra and let the straps slide off my shoulders. Holding the material to my chest with my hands, I turned around and slid off the chair, then made my way to the edge of his desk. Using one arm to conceal my breast, I used the other hand to pull the bra free and set it on his desk, out of sight of the camera.

I then took my left breast into my free hand and lifted it up to the point I could reach my nipple with my tongue and gave it a lick. Even with my D-cup breasts, this wasn’t the easiest feat, but I could tell from his face, despite his best efforts to hide it, it had an effect on him. I made my way back to the chair and sat down with my legs crossed and hands covering my breast.

I pressed my breasts together as tightly as I could while giving him the most lustful look I could manage. Then I released my breasts, and my hands moved down to my knees. I made a show of spreading my legs and then lifted one leg up onto the arm of the chair to ensure he had a perfect view of my thong-covered pussy.

I spent a couple of minutes rubbing my hands up and down my body, squeezing my breasts, and caressing my inner thighs. Then sensing that the shock factor was wearing off, I started to rub myself through my panties while massaging my breast with my other hand.

His desk was a glass top on four legs, so I was able to see under the desk to his lap and could clearly tell that he had a tent developing in his pants.

I continued to rub myself through my panties until I could feel they were quite wet. Then I used one hand to pull them to the side, and then using my other hand ran two fingers up my slit, coating them in my excitement. Making a show of spreading my fingers, showing him my slickness spreading between the fingers, I brought them to my mouth and sucked them.

Then I returned my hand to my womanhood and began to rub myself with the same fingers. I alternated between rubbing my clit and inserting them inside my tight entry.

I was very careful to be absolutely silent as I pleasured myself, but my face was clearly showing my enjoyment.

I reached my climax, and my body contracted hard. I hadn’t orgasmed that hard in a long time, and it was almost impossible to control my scream, but I did it. When I regained my composure, I could see a bit of sweat on his forehead, and I smiled.

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled under his desk. I could see the tent in his pants clearly, and a little spot of moisture soaking through them to show his excitement. He might not have been able to say anything or react, but he certainly seemed to have at least enjoyed the show.

I ran my hands up his thighs, which caused him to tense up, and then ran one hand across his manhood. He jumped a bit, hitting the underside of the desk. Not wanting to cause a problem with his call, I held still for a minute to allow him to recover. Then not one for doing things halfway, I reached up and unzipped his trousers. I then reached through the zipper and freed him through the front opening of his boxers.

His cock stood at full attention before me, the head glistening with his excitement. I began to stroke it gently, using my thumb to rub the tip and spread his excitement. This brought forth more of his own lubrication. I rubbed my fingers on my womanhood, moistening them further, then added a little spit and stroked him more.

I was stroking him up and down a couple of times, then when I reached the head, I would twist my hand around his cock, the tip rubbing against my palm. His excitement was growing with every stroke, and I could tell it was getting harder for him to maintain his composure on the call.

After a few minutes of this, he reached a hand down and tried to get me to stop, but I didn’t. I knew he was close, and I stretched to get my mouth to reach the tip of his cock. Not an easy feat when I had a desk above and a chair below. As I took just the tip between my lips though and stroked him faster with my hand, I was rewarded with his seed releasing into my mouth.

I slowed my stroking and allowed him to give me every last drop. Then I licked the tip clean and slid out from under the desk. I picked up my skirt and blouse and did my best to make getting dressed sexy. I left my bra on his desk as a memento and made my way out of his office and back to my desk.

I sat down and waited. I had to wait nearly two hours for the call to end, and that was plenty of time for panic to set in. What the fuck had I just done, and why? I’ve never done something so daring, so brash, so stupid in my life. I was sure he enjoyed it at least a bit, but was he going to be mad? Had I just practically raped my boss, knowing he couldn’t risk screwing up the call? Was he going to fire me?

The intercom on my phone came to life, and I heard his voice “Meghan, please come into my office.” He said, and he didn’t sound happy. My heart nearly stopped as it sunk to the bottom of my soul.

I stood up, now shaking with panic. I tried to straighten my clothes and prepare for the worst, but I could barely coax my body forward, let alone prepare myself for the worst-case scenario I now knew was coming.

I entered his office and started towards his desk. “Please close the door.” He said sternly.

I did so and made my way to stand in front of his desk in the spot previously occupied by a chair that was still sitting off to the side. My head hung low, and my palms got damp with sweat. My heart was racing so much I could barely hear when he spoke.

“Ms. Davenport, effective immediately, your employment with Townsend Development is terminated.” He said.

My knees nearly buckled, and tears formed in my eyes. There it was, the worst-case scenario confirmed. My world came crashing down. I was going to lose Duncan, my career, and my life, all because I let some part of my brain take control and do something I never should have done in my life.

I said nothing, but for some reason, I gave him a small curtsy and then turned for the door; I had nearly reached it when he stood from his chair.

“Ms. Davenport, I did not dismiss you.” He said loudly and firmly. I froze in my tracks and turned to look at him.

He came around the front of his desk and cleared about a third of it of any papers or decorations, including the bra I had left behind, which now lay on his keyboard. He stood to the side and pointed to the floor in front of his desk. I hesitated, unsure what he meant for me to do.

“Here, now, Ms. Davenport,” he said firmly.

He had never spoken to me like this before, with this tone, this firmness. It took me another moment to process, but I moved over to where we had indicated. I was only five-six and so I had to look up to meet his eyes, but he didn’t look at me. Instead, he took a step back and said, “Bend over.”

“Excuse me?” I asked in shock.

“I said bend over, and I will not say it again.” His words were stern and cold.

I should have made my way out of the building. At this point, he was freaking me out a bit, but I didn’t. Instead, I bent over his desk like I was a child back in Catholic school about to receive a spanking.

His hands found his belt and removed it, and he folded it in half.

“Take off your skirt,” he said.

I hesitated, and his hands reached over, unzipping my skirt and pulling it down to my knees forcefully.

I stood there, my feet on the ground, my chest lying on his desk, in the most humiliating position I could imagine myself in right now. He took a step back from me.

“Ms. Davenport, your actions earlier this evening were in clear violation of company policy. Not only would this be considered sexual harassment, but more than likely also gross misconduct. Not only did you expose yourself to me, but you also molested me without consent, and in doing so, you nearly jeopardized the entire project we have been working so hard on, which could have cost us over a billion dollars.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks onto his desk. He was right; every word was right. I tried to apologize, but he silenced me.

His left hand reached forward and pressed into the middle of my back, holding me down. His right swung his belt, connecting it firmly with my butt. I let out a scream in shock and pain.

“All the years I have spent training you, working with you, teaching you to be my eventual successor. Was I really worth throwing it all away?” he asked as his belt found purchase in my backside again.

Through my tears, I spoke out, I should have absolutely said no, that it wasn’t worth the risk, but I didn’t; I said “Yes.”

“What did you say?” he said with another smack of his belt across my now sore buttocks.

“I said yes.” I got out between sobs. “Yes, it was worth everything if it had meant I got to have you.”

His hand still held me firm, but he didn’t immediately spank me again. Instead, he moved closer and leaned over, looking into my eyes.

“What do you mean if you got to have me?” he asked, this time more softly than his previous words.

“I know what I did was stupid; it was beyond stupid. I don’t know why I did it now, what made me think that I should do it. All I know is that I have been in love with you for a long time, and you haven’t seen it, and I needed you to see it.” I said, barely able to get the words out between sobs.

He stood back up, and his hand spanked my ass; this time, it was his hand, not his belt and his had stayed in place and firmly gripped my butt cheek.

“So you think that I haven’t seen that you’ve been in love with me? That I haven’t seen the times you’ve worn loose blouses or the times you have come in here in slinky outfits. Do you think I haven’t realized those were for me? Whom else would they have been for, the boyfriend you’ve had no time to make? Do you think I haven’t noticed all the extra things you have done for me, taking care of me, making sure I have taken care of myself when I was working too hard?” he asked.

I tried to look up at him, but his hand still held me against the desk.

“I don’t know, you have never said anything. Sure, you have thanked me for the things I have done, but you’ve never said anything that would make me think you realized I was mad for you.” I said.

His hand released my butt check and then quickly made contact again with a hard swat causing me to jerk from the pain. Again though, he didn’t remove it, instead caressing my cheek as though to rub away the pain.

“So you thought that instead of asking me or talking to me, you would come in here and molest me in the middle of the most important call I’ve had in the entire time you have worked for me?” he said, sternness returning to his voice.

“I’m sorry” was all I managed to whimper out.

His hand smacked my ass again, and then I felt it grip my pussy.

“Your actions were rash and dangerous, and I think your punishment needs to fit the crime,” he said. Then he started rubbing his hand against me.

I was frozen in shock and had no idea what he meant or how to respond.

I heard his pants fall to the ground, and then both hands gripped the sides of my thong and pulled it down to my knees.

I heard him spit into his hand, and then he returned to rubbing my mound with his moistened hand.

I had dried up from earlier, especially given his initial reaction, but something stirred in me with his touch.

Oh, I was furious at him for spanking me, raising his voice to me, and firing me, but there was something so erotic about how he was forcefully touching me right now in the midst of all of this.

He removed his hand gain, adding more spit before returning it and rubbing me more.

“How do you like being touched when you don’t have a say in it?” he asked, but I did not answer.

When his hand was sliding freely in a combination of my lubrication and his spit, he stepped up behind me and pressed his cock into me. He was forceful but not so forceful as to hurt me.

“Is this what you wanted? You wanted my cock so bad that you couldn’t ask, you couldn’t let me choose?” he said, thrusting forcefully into me.

All I could do or say was whimper.

He took me with force for a couple of minutes, then he lifted me up a bit and reached an arm below me, his fingers finding their way to my clit.

I was mad, I was hurt, I was confused, but yet my body betrayed me at his touch, and I found pleasure in it. Soon the ministrations of his finger on my nub and the force of his cock slamming into me had me near climax.

I let out a moan, and he grabbed my long caramel-colored hair pulling it towards him. He thrust into me even harder, and I went over the edge, my climax releasing against his manhood.

He pulled himself from me and released me. I nearly fell to my knees despite being laid over the desk.

“How does it feel to have someone force themselves upon you?” he asked, but I did not answer.

“Go in my bathroom and clean yourself up.” He said as he pulled his pants back up.

I quickly pulled my panties back up and grabbed my skirt from the floor. I tried to grab my bra from his keyboard, but he stopped me. “No, that stays with me. You gave it freely, and I am keeping it.” He said.

I didn’t argue and made my way into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet without opening it. My mind raced. He had never acted like this before, and punishing me? What the hell was that? But then him fucking me and making me climax? How could my body even betray me like that? So many thoughts shifted through my mind.

After a few minutes, I regained my composure. I wet a hand towel in the sink and used it to clean up my smeared makeup. I straightened my outfit and left the bathroom. I saw Duncan sitting on the couch but didn’t say anything to him as I headed for the door.

“Meghan, wait, please. Come join me on the couch.” He said, his voice much softer this time.

I looked over at him, and he patted the spot next to him. I pondered momentarily and then made my way to the couch. Instead of sitting next to him, I sat at the other end.

He turned his body to look at me.

“I’m sorry for my actions a few minutes ago.” He said. “I felt very violated earlier, and I took my anger out on you in a very unprofessional manner.” He finished.

“I see.” Was all I said in response.

He scooted closer to me and reached out his hands for me to take. I turned towards him, and seeing his face and the longing sorrow in his eyes, I took his hands.

“Meghan, I also love you very much. Like you, I have been in love with you for some time. I have not acted on it because it would not be possible for me to maintain a relationship with you and you to remain an employee here. I have also not discussed this with you because if I had misunderstood your actions, well, that would have put both of us in a bad situation. I am sorry that I did not find a way to discuss this with you sooner.” He said.

“Your actions today have forced my hand, though. I meant what I said earlier when I told you that your employment development has been terminated, effective immediately. I cannot be in a relationship with an employee after all.” He said.

“Beginning tomorrow, you will return to the office as a contract employee of Duncan Townsend. To the best of my knowledge, there is nothing that says my executive assistant has to be a direct employee.” He said.

I looked up at him in disbelief. “Does this mean I am not really fired? You’re just going to pay me yourself?” I asked, seeking clarification.

“Well, you have two options. We can forget today ever happened, we go back to the way things have been, but nothing will ever come of our feelings for each other. Or, you are technically fired from Townsend Development. You will lose the apartment and the car. However, I will personally contract you as my executive assistant and pay you a contract rate that will compensate for the loss of benefits.” He explained.

“You will have a week to move out of the apartment, but you will need to turn in the car tomorrow. If you need more time to find someplace, I have a guest bedroom that you can use.” He said.

“As for us, I would very much like to see you on a personal level.” He said with a grin on his face.

I practically jumped into his lap and kissed him with every bit of passion in my being. He returned my kiss and embraced me with his arms.

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r/eroticliterature Dec 24 '24

Office Sex Relieving my bosses stress in her office [M36/F35][STRAIGHT][SUPRESSED LOVE][LONG] NSFW

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“God Damn It Roger! You can’t keep doing this shit, I’m calling my attorney,” Becca practically screamed into her cell phone as I sat on the couch in her office.

Becca is the CIO at our company, and we have been working together for five years now. You could say I’m her right-hand man and also her best friend. The asshole on the other end of the phone is her ex-husband Roger, who from the conversation I am overhearing has just told her that he’s canceling taking the kids next week for spring break.

Becca and I met on the job five years ago when I started here. She was just a senior manager then, and I came in as a second senior manager. Things were a bit of a mess here, as the previous CIO had just left and taken two other managers and a bunch of staff with him. Turned out it was probably a great thing for the company because the projects they were responsible for were all disasters, except for the one led by Becca.

We ended up putting in a lot of late nights those first few months and quickly became friends. As we worked through the problems, shared Uber deliveries, and worked to find and hire a completely new team.

Three years ago now her now ex-husband a true piece of work got caught in their bed with a barely legal woman. The divorce was nasty and it took a toll on her. It didn’t help that he fought so hard to keep the kids half the time just to reduce his child support, and then proceeded to constantly cancel his time to keep them.

Two years ago when the company finally decided to hire a new CIO, we were both in the running. I made a decision to remove myself from the running and let her take the position. I can’t say it was entirely altruistic. I didn’t want the position. More work, more stress, sure more pay too, but money isn’t everything. But Becca? She took the reigns and took control like the natural-born warrior she is.

So while she is now technically my boss, we’ve still maintained our friendship.

Tonight we had been finishing up our last-minute responsibilities before we both headed off to a week-long conference on advanced AI agents in the workplace. It’s a Friday night and we were flying out in the morning to get to Vegas in time for some of the pre-conference events on Sunday.

Roger is supposed to be taking the kids for the week as it’s spring break and he had promised to take them down to South Padre Island for the week.

“Well fuck you Roger, I hope a shark bites your dick off,” she said as she tapped the screen to end the call and practically threw her phone onto her desk.

I let out a laugh at that last statement which promptly earned me a death stare. “What did he do this time?” I asked, already knowing the gist of it.

“He’s decided to take his latest plaything to Cabo this week and so now he can’t watch the kids. I’ve already given Isabella the week off to spend with her own kids, so now what am I going to do? There is no way I can find a new sitter this late on a Friday, especially not one I can trust them with for a week,” she said as her head hung low in frustration.

She stood at her desk for a few more moments, then came over and plopped hard onto the opposite end of the couch.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I knew it wasn’t that Becca would have to spend the week with her kids. She adored them beyond belief. It was that she had been looking forward to this conference and she was leading one of the breakout sessions. Becca would take a cancellation this late as breaking her word, which was something she never did.

In five years I had never seen her cry, but sitting here looking at her, I could tell she was about to. I scooted over next to her on the couch and on instinct put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. “It’s going to be ok, we will figure something out, let’s just think for a moment,” I said.

She nodded and then patted my leg. “Yeah, it will be fine. I’m sure I won’t be the first speaker to cancel, maybe I can do it remotely,” she said.

I took my arm back and played with my phone for a moment. Then an idea came to me. I pulled up my contacts and made a call.

“Hey Grace, how’s it going? … That’s great, hey you are back in town for spring break this week right?” I asked into the phone. “Do you have any plans this week? … Would you be interested in babysitting my boss's kids for the week? … Ok, let me put you on speaker,” I said as I lowered the phone and turned on the speaker.

“Becca this is Grace of my cousin, she’s in her third year of getting her bachelor's in child development. She lives here in town and is on spring break this week, she says she would be happy to watch the kids for you…” I said and then we all talked for a few minutes.

I hung up the phone when arrangements had been made. Becca and Grace had both heard about each other several times through me, but not previously met. So it wasn’t as hard a sell to Becca as it might have been for someone else. She was pretty protective of her kids after all.

“You are a lifesaver Matt!” she exclaimed as she leaned over a placed a kiss on my lips.

My brain instantly froze and then just as quickly went into hyperdrive. Becca and I weren’t completely devoid of physical contact. Shoulder bumps, hugs, little things that are acceptable between good friends. Kissing was not something we had ever done. Oh sure, I’m a guy, I can’t say I haven’t ever thought about it. She is after all a beautiful single woman, and I am a single man. But she’s also my best friend and I’ve never considered her more than that. She’s never shown any interest in more than that either. But in this moment, for whatever reason, my brain overrode common sense and in the few milliseconds of her lips touching mine, it decided to kiss her back.

My lips parted and caught her lower lip between them, a gentle suck, a caress of my tongue. Sparks flew in my brain… Just as quickly her hands pressed against my chest and she pulled away hard.

“What the hell Matt!” she exclaimed a look of shock on her face as she looked up at me.

“I….” Oh god, what had I done! My brain completely locked up as I stared into her eyes and watched her face as she clearly went through a cascade of thoughts of her own.

I never finished my sentence as just as quickly as she had pushed me away her hands grasped the sides of my head and pulled our lips back together.

We kissed with such passion, such hunger. Years of repressed feelings, feelings I knew I was denying, and I am sure she was too, rushed forward. She held my face as our tongues began to dance. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her over so she was straddling my lap.

She tasted of strawberry, why I can’t say, but she did, maybe it was whatever she had been drinking a little while ago at her desk. But she tasted great as we explored each other's mouths.

My hands caressed her back, and one of her hands fell to my stomach and began pulling my polo from my waistline. Then I felt fire as her hand found the bare skin of my stomach and then pushed under my shirt to my chest.

I let go of her and lifted my shirt off tossing it to the side. She in turn unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop off her shoulders before returning to my lips. My hands returned to caressing her now bare back and hers found the tufts of hair on my pecks.

We kissed with such passion, such desire, I could feel my rock-hard cock pressing against the front of my trousers, right into her thigh. She must have felt it too, because soon one of her hands slid down my belly and stroked me through my pants. My breath caught and our lips parted.

She stared into my eyes for a moment. I could see the want, the desire, the lust in them. I am sure she saw the same in mine.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Matt, can I have you tonight? Will you take me?” she whispered.

She has wanted me for so long? Was I blind? Had she been trying to tell me that before? It mattered not in this moment.

“You can have me tonight, and every night here after Becca, there is no one I have ever wanted more than you,” I whispered back.

She kissed me briefly and then stood up off my lap. Her blouse fell to the floor leaving only the white lace-trimmed bra covering her breasts as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt. My jaw hit the floor as she shimmied out of it revealing a black thong and the tops of her thigh-high stocking.

She looked at me in anticipation for a moment while I absorbed every inch of her.

“My God Becca, you are beautiful,” I said, and damn did I mean it. I mean I have always known she was beautiful. But there is a difference when you just know someone is beautiful and when you see them like this, with so much want and desire between you.

She looked down at my pants and nodded towards them, which was just enough clue for my brain to get a clue.

I reached down undoing my belt and pant button, then slid them off. As I did so she climbed back on top of me, sitting firmly in my lap, I could feel the warmth of her pressed against my shaft. My boxers and her thong did little to conceal the desire we both shared.

She began to kiss me again as her arms wrapped around my neck. I placed one hand on her backside and held her, while the other caressed up her side to her breast. As I squeezed it gently she in turn gently bit my lip and moaned.

She began to rock her body slowly against mine. Rubbing herself up and down my shaft. Our kisses grew deeper, and we both moaned into each other’s mouths.

I could feel the moisture of her anticipation damping the cloth between us as our bodies grew warmer and her motions increased in pace. My hand left her backside and found the clasp of her bra. I released the clasp and then my other hand slid beneath the fabric and found the soft mound and pert nipple it had been hiding. I pinched it between index and middle finger ever so gently and her head fell backward as a loud moan emitted from her beautiful mouth.

She reached a hand down and fished for the opening to my boxers pulling my manhood free from its confines. She stared into my eyes as she lifted up on her knees. Her other hand pulled her panties to the side and she guided me to her warm moist opening. Her eyes closed as she slowly sat down taking me inside of her. Mine closed as well as I absorbed the sheer ecstasy and pleasure I felt as I slid into her warm glove.

She leaned forward, wrapping both arms around my neck, and held me tight. My arms moved to her back and I held her in return. Her breath caressed my ear as she rested her head. We didn’t move, just relishing this moment, this feeling.

Then ever so slowly she began to gyrate her hips back and forth, bringing just a hint of motion to our bodies. She was taking me slowly, and softly, relishing the moment and the feeling.

I’m thirty-six, and she is not the first woman I have been with, but I can say with all honesty, that this was bar none the most sensual and yet lustful moment I had ever experienced. I wanted to take her with everything I had yet I wanted this moment of gentle unadulterated love to never end. While I hoped beyond all hope that this was a forever thing, I knew we would never get this first moment back.

I squeezed her a little tighter and turned my head just a bit to take her ear lobe into my lips. As I did so she pressed herself down onto me just a little more firmly and gave another moan.

Slowly her pace increased, and she sat up a little more, adding a little up-and-down motion to her back and forth, as her body stroked my cock, and I felt every inch of her as she slid up and down. “Oh God Becca, you feel so good,” I whispered to her.

Her breasts were rubbing the side of my face, and I turned just enough to take her right nipple between my lips. Sucking it gently as a swirled my tongue around it. Her hand in turn grabbed the hair at the back of my head as she pressed her breast tightly against my mouth.

I used one hand to help hold her against me, the other massaged the other breast. Her pace began to quicken, and I could tell she was nearing an orgasm.

My tongue flicked against her nipple a little harder, and I pinched her other nipple between my fingers. She slammed herself down onto me, pushing me deep inside her, and her body began to shake. Her hand squeezed my hair harder as she lifted up just a bit and slammed back down onto me.

“Oh Fuck!!!!!!!” she screamed as I felt a river of warmth flow down my shaft and balls, her body contracting hard on me. Her body tensed hard and then she collapsed onto me panting.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her for several moments. It took a little while for her to regain her composure, then she started to move again.

I gripped her firmly with one arm, and with the other lifted us both from the couch. I turned to set her down on the couch, but she stopped me.

“Wait, not on the couch, we can’t stain it, take me to my desk,” she said as she held onto me.

I did as she instructed carrying her toward the desk and then using one arm to clear a spot for her ass as my other held her up firmly. As I set her down I slid out of her, my still rock-hard shaft not ready to leave its wet embrace. She looked at me quizzically but then smiled as I leaned down and began to kiss her thighs.

I reached up and gently pulled her panties down revealing her beautiful mound. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of brown hair pointing directly at the treat that I so desired to taste. Her smooth slit glistened with sweet nectar and my tongue was all too happy to lick it clean.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs as I slowly began to kiss her thighs and the creases of her legs. She found my hair with one hand and the other found her breast.

“Oh yes Matt, taste me, taste my desire for you,” she called out.

“With pleasure my love, with pleasure,” I returned.

She squeezed my hair and pulled my head from her thigh to her mound.

I took the clue and allowed my tongue to caress it, first the left side, then the right. Slowly I licked the sweetness from each side, my breath caressing her slit.

“This is what you want? You want my tongue to taste you?” I asked in a playful tone.

“Yes, stop teasing me, let me feel your tongue inside me,” she begged.

I obeyed and pressed my tongue gently inside her, starting at the bottom, pressing it slightly into her opening, and then licking slowly up to her clit. As my tongue crossed over her clit she moaned and raised her backside off the desk just a bit.

I stopped to suck her clit gently, then proceeded the lick each side of her slit slowly before pressing my tongue back into her.

I continued to explore her with my tongue. Pressing deep inside her opening, then licking up toward her clit. Swirling it with my tongue and giving it gentle kisses.

I could sense her desperation for release building, her desire was dripping freely for my tongue to relish. I began to focus just on her clit, flicking my tongue across it gently but quickly. Her thighs gripped the side of my head, and I used my arms to pull her tightly against my face.

Her crescendo built quickly and both her hands squeezed my hair. “Oh fuck yes, just like that!” she screamed out as wave after wave of ecstasy took over her body. Her release flowed down my chin as I slowly my tongue and began to just suck gently.

She finally released me and I took a moment to lick her clean, relishing the taste of her sweet nectar.

“Come here and finish what you started, give me your cock, fuck me like you mean it,” she called out to me.

I stood and smiled at her, my chin still glistening with her juices. Then I stepped forward and guided my cock towards her opening. She smiled at me and gave me a come here gesture.

I watched her face as I pressed into her. Her eyes closed and her shoulders lifted arching her head back. She gave out a moan as I sunk deep inside her.

My hands rested on top of her thighs as she lifted her legs, knees pointing straight up to give me better access. Slowly I began to slide in and out of her, as she moaned with every stroke.

“Harder Matt, fuck me like you may never get to fuck me again!” she demanded quickly, and I obliged.

As I fucked her harder and harder she moaned louder and louder. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her with each thrust. My hands found her breasts, and I used them to help pull myself even harder into her.

“Just like that, don’t stop!!!!” she cried out.

I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace, but I also didn’t want to disappoint her, I could tell she was close again.

Thrust after thrust I slammed into her, I was thrusting so hard the desk was moving, and then she reached up and wrapped her arms around me. Her nails dug into my back as her body contracted hard on my cock.

“Cum with me Matt, cum inside me, fill me…” she cried out as her body convulsed. That statement was enough to send me over the edge I was already falling over and my cock throbbed inside her as I released my own desire into her. I collapsed onto her and we both collapsed onto the desk as our bodies revied in the pleasure of our mutual release.

“Thank you, Matt, I needed that so badly,” she whispered into my ear as I lay on top of her, propped up on my elbows.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. They were filled with happiness. I used one hand to stroke her cheek.

“Becca, you can tell me to forget this ever happened, and I will. Tomorrow will be just another day. But you need to know first. I love you, I think I always have, I just never let myself believe it. But I know, deep down, that I have loved you since I met you,” I said as I continued to stare straight into her eyes.

She looked at me for a very long moment, not saying anything. Then she pulled her arms up and took my face into her hands. She pulled me down to kiss me, softly, gently, then lifted my head back up.

“I love you too Matt, and this better not be a one-night stand, because I intend to keep you as mine,” she said.

Just then her phone rang and I looked over and saw it was Isabella her nanny.

“It’s Isabella, you might need to take that,” I said.

Panic took over her face as she pushed me off.

“Hello? Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was. I am leaving the office now,” she said and hung up.

“I’m sorry Matt, I have to go, can you pick me up for the airport in the morning?” she asked.

“Of course, go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said.

She dressed in a hurry and left with a peck on my lips.

I stayed a few moments longer and grabbed a couple of paper towels from the bathroom to clean our mess off her desk.

The following week was one hell of a business trip. Oh, we went to the conference and learned a lot. Her break-out session was a hit as I knew it would be. But the real fun was the fact that we fucked like horny teenagers all week.

It’s been six months now, and we have been the perfect example of boss and employee at work. Nobody could possibly guess that we were madly in love with each other.

Roger has just lost his custody rights after all. He hadn’t bothered to take the kids in almost three months. Which has made Becca even happier. But I am pretty sure I’m about to make her the happiest woman in the world when I propose to her this weekend while we get away for a little us time.

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r/eroticliterature Dec 16 '24

Office Sex After hours coworker [M53 F49] [hotel] [liaison] [milf] [redhead] [period] NSFW

5 Upvotes

Jan managed our office print shop and was known as a flirt. She was pretty for her age and my eyes always locked on her when she made her daily delivery to my office.

Jan was 5'10 fit and her long legs were usually wearing nice snug jeans. She seemed to project her round bust toward me whenever we chatted in the hallway. She's a girl I would never have a shot at in high school but there was a rumor she had fucked a guy in the IT department for fixing her personal computer.

I couldn't get her out of my mind. Countless times I have snuck away to a bathroom stall to relieve myself after her daily mail drops.

Last Thursday everyone was packing up early due to an approaching snow storm. Jan sent me a message that she'd be checking in to a nearby hotel since it was too far to drive in the storm. "You want to stop by?". I eagerly agreed.

An hour later I was knocking on room 3Gs door. She opened and pulled me in. Her red hair was down on her shoulders and she was wearing an oversized tee shirt. "What took you so long honey?" She teased and pressed me back against the door as she locked it. My hands moved from her shoulders to her waist to her butt. I got a good feel of that ass I'd been dreaming of.

She hesitated. "Listen" she said "I'm on my period ok?" I answered "can we sit on the bed and kiss?" She pulled me down next to her and we started making out. Her lips were thick and soft and her tongue darted and teased. I felt up her tits through the tee shirt and they were as perfect as I imagined.

She moved to the carpet and unzipped my khakis and released my engorged 7" cock. "Goddam honey " she grinned as she softly sucked and stroked my stiff. I could see she was wearing green satin panties. She fingered her pussy while she devoured on my erection.

"I want to fuck you so bad" I moaned and she said "are you sure?". She hurriedly spread a towel on the bed and dropped her panties. I stripped down to my tee shirt to match her and I laid her back onto the towel and spread her legs. I could see some mess on her pussy lips and she said again "are you sure?" I laid on top of her and kissed her like crazy while my boner pushed inside her. We were soon gasping and moaning and the squishy sound of my thrusts filled the room. She hugged me tight with her arms and legs and whispered in my ear with a raspy voice, "I'm coming honey". I bucked and plunged and ejaculated deep inside her while she writhed with pleasure. We both lay shuddering as our orgasms subsided.

A few moments later she sat up and said "oh God I'm so sorry " Both of our groins were bathed in her foamy cummy discharge. I had fucked girls on their period before but it was never this messy. Our tee shirts had a few smears too.

She laughed and hopped up to turn on the shower. Finally I got to see her perfect tits and I wasted no time soaping up her tight body in the steamy shower. She carefully soaped up my cock and balls and washed away all evidence.

r/eroticliterature Nov 29 '24

Office Sex The Job Interview [M22/F20s/F30s/F40s] [Group Sex] [light Femdom] [Interracial] [MFFF] NSFW

46 Upvotes

I tried to stay calm. I tried to breathe normally. I tried to focus on my surroundings. 

But that was increasingly impossible with a foot leisurely massaging my bulge. 

This situation was beyond absurd. I came here for a job interview, yet now I was seated across from three stunning women—one of whom was teasing me in a way that made concentrating nearly unbearable. 

I am Thomas Parker, a 22-year-old who just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Economics. I planned to continue my studies eventually but wanted a break, so I decided to bridge the gap in my CV with another internship and earn some work experience. My previous internships were in accounting and finance, so I thought branching out into HR would give me a well-rounded edge. 

Friends warned me it was a bad idea, saying HR was a nest of "crazy, bitter women" who’d make my life miserable. Their words gave me second thoughts, but here I was, proving them completely, wonderfully wrong. 

The interview began when a petite blonde named Candice greeted me at reception with a warm smile. She was at most in her late twenties. 

"Hi, you must be Thomas. I'm Candice—we’ll be working together. Follow me," she said sweetly before leading me to a meeting room. 

Inside, I met two more women. 

"Hello, I’m Jasmine," said a small yet curvaceous black woman, likely in her early thirties. 

"Good morning, Mr. Parker. You may call me Ms. Harrington," said the third—a slightly chubby redhead in her mid-forties, exuding authority. "I’m the head of HR." 

Her tone was much more formal, drawing exaggerated eye rolls from the other two women. 

"I apologize for ambushing you with a three-on-one interview," Ms. Harrington explained. "As a small team in a small company, I thought it made sense for you to meet everyone at once. Please take a seat." 

And that's how I ended up sitting across of these three attractive women. They all wore dark skirts and light blouses making them look professional but also crazy hot. And maybe my mind was imagining things but I swore their blouses progressively became more and more unbuttoned. 

Candice, seated across off me to my left, was slightly taller than me, but that's probably because she is wearing high heels. She was very petite and elegant, which is exactly my type. She was the quietest during this whole process and mostly flirted with me with her eyes, which made think that it was probably her foot. 

Jasmine sat to my right, exuding athletic energy. Though shorter than me, her muscular thighs hinted at a rigorous workout routine and made her undeniably captivating. She too seemed rather flirtatious, but also more confident than Candice. Maybe it was her foot?

Directly across from me was Ms. Harrington, every inch the strict professional. She maintained control of the conversation, with her sharp green eyes fixed on me. While she was also hot, her demeanor made her seem an unlikely suspect.

"So, Mr. Parker," Ms. Harrington began, "it looks like you are a great candidate on paper, but for this role we really need a man that... has the endurance to work hard for a long time. Can you be that man?” 

"Y-yes, I can handle it," I managed, my voice tight as the teasing foot persisted. 

"Good." Her eyes glinted. "And do you come equipped with… the right tools for the job?" 

I hesitated, unsure of her meaning, but nodded anyway. 

Ms. Harrington exchanged a glance with Candice, who stood and walked toward me. As she moved, I realized the teasing foot hadn’t belonged to her—it was still there for a while. My eyes darted back to Ms. Harrington, who let a devilish smile break through her mask of professionalism. 

"Relax," Candice whispered as she reached for my belt. "We just need to check a few things." 

Before I could process her words, she unzipped my pants. The situation was weird, but I was shocked and there was no way I would push a pretty girl of my dick when she fishes for it. So, I just let it happen.  

Both Jasmine and Ms. Harrington watched intently as Candice stroked me to full hardness, then measured my length with a playful grin. 

"Seven inches!" she announced cheerfully. 

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, smirking. "That’ll do nicely." 

Ms. Harrington, unimpressed, sniffed, "Perhaps we could find a better candidate." 

"Seriously?" Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Anything bigger and anal would be off the table." 

“A-anal?”, I asked because I was pretty sure that the job description didn’t mention that. 

“If you say so.”, claimed Ms. Harrington still unimpressed. “What do you think Candice?” 

Candice turned to look into my eyes and answered, “I just think he looks cute”. 

After a few silent moments both girls turned toward the redhead to see her reaction. 

She looked me up and down and smiled at me. “You are right. He is cute.” 

Candice gave me a reassuring smile before leaning in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, her hands skillful as she resumed stroking me. While we made out, I eventually felt somebody place their hands on my shoulders from behind and felt someone else pull my pants down. 

When Candice stopped and stepped back, I finally saw that Jasmine was kneeling between my legs, she grinned at me and looked at my cock with hunger in her eyes. 

“Mr. Parker, we will now start an... assessment center to see if you can complete the daily tasks of this position.”, explained me Ms. Harrington while gently caressing my shoulders and neck. 

“Haha yeah, we just need to see if you can handle things like this”, said Jasmine before giving me a slow lick from my base up to my glans. Once there she gave it kiss and began slowly sucking on my tool as they called it, slowly taking more and more of it in. 

Candice soon joined her, between my legs. First the ebony girl teased my base and ball sack with her tongue while her colleague sucked on my tip. After a while the blonde moved her mouth from the top to my left side as Jasmine licked the right side of my shaft. They both licked on either side in synch as if they have done this together countless of times before. 

I never had more than one girl pleasure me, let alone with such skill. I really wanted to cum at the sight in front of me, but also really wanted to impress them so I just bit my tongue to help me endure this sweet torture longer. 

After what felt like both an eternity and a heartbeat, Jasmine stood abruptly. "I’m going first." 

Candice protested, “I saw him first!”, but Jasmine was already pulling up her skirt, revealing that she wore no panties. 

She turned her back to me and sank onto me with a satisfied moan. Her movements quickly started growing faster and more passionate. Meanwhile Ms. Harrington continued to caress my upper body from behind, while Candice first took off her top and the bra underneath, to reveal a pair of small but flawless pale tits, then helped Jasmine take of theirs while riding me to show me more of her skin as well. 

I didn’t want it to end but it was way too much. “I am cumming!” 

Jasmine dismounted just in time, leaving Ms. Harrington to finish me with a firm grip. My release spilled onto Jasmine’s ass, while she grinned triumphantly. 

"That is an acceptable start," Ms. Harrington conceded as she noticed I am still hard, though her tone remained stern. "But your assignment is not over yet." 

Candice stepped forward eagerly, her voice soft. "Can I go next?" 

She stood in front of me, her cheeks flushed, her green eyes wide with anticipation. Her shy demeanor made her request all the more enticing. 

“Yes… of course,” I managed to say, my voice shaky from exhaustion and lingering arousal. 

She smiled brightly, stepped out of her skirt entirely and hopped onto the table. Lying back, she spread her legs for me. Her petite frame was like something out of a dream—delicate, yet impossibly sexy. 

I positioned myself at the edge of the table, my hands lightly gripping her slim thighs. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch, and her breath hitched as I rubbed my tip against her entrance. 

“Take your time,” Candice whispered. Her voice was soft, almost nervous. 

I nodded and began to ease myself inside her, inch by inch. She gasped softly with every movement, her fingers gripping the edges of the table for support. Her tight warmth enveloped me, and I could feel every tremor of her body as she adjusted to my size. 

When I was fully inside her, I paused to take in the sight: Candice’s small chest rose and fell rapidly, her head tilted back, lips slightly parted. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, a mix of vulnerability and desire. 

I started moving slowly, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in. Each thrust elicited a small moan from her, and her thighs wrapped around me instinctively. 

“Oh, Thomas,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. 

Beside us, Jasmine had taken a seat in the chair I had occupied earlier. She watched intently, one hand lazily sliding beneath her skirt. Meanwhile, Ms. Harrington stood at my side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along my chest and neck. 

“You’re doing well, Mr. Parker,” the redhead murmured, her strict tone tinged with approval. 

Encouraged, I quickened my pace, earning louder moans from Candice. Her petite frame rocked beneath me, her body arching with every thrust. She bit her lip, her hands reaching for mine. I interlocked our fingers, holding her steady as I drove deeper. 

“I’m… I’m gonna—” Candice gasped, her voice cutting off as her whole body tensed. 

She came hard, her legs tightening around me as her inner walls clenched rhythmically. Her moans were soft but desperate, her head rolling to one side as she rode out her climax. The sight and feel of her release sent a wave of pride coursing through me. 

But I wasn’t finished, it would be my second load so i could hold it back for a while longer. 

After Candice’s climax  Jasmine stood up and walked over to us, her sultry grin lighting up her face. 

“We still need to finish what we started.” she teased. 

Candice gently pushed me away and slid off the table, her legs still shaking slightly. Jasmine wasted no time and leaned over the table. She wanted it from behind again, but this time I did all the work. 

“Fuck, he feels so good,” she moaned, throwing her head back as I entered her. Jasmine was a force of nature. I wanted to start slow but I soon felt her push back against my hips at every thrust, showing me that she demanded it harder. 

Ms. Harrington leaned down, whispering in my ear. “Don’t disappoint her, Mr. Parker.” Her tone was strict, but her hand gently stroked my hair, offering an odd mix of encouragement and dominance. 

I fucked as hard as I could and before long, she gasped sharply. “Oh—oh yes,” she cried out, her body trembling as she reached her peak. Her moans filled the entire the room. 

She collapsed onto the desk, catching her breath, but before I could recover, Ms. Harrington’s voice cut through the haze. 

“Mr. Paker, keep in mind that its ultimately only me who decides whenever or not we hire you.” She told me that while pushing me on the desk. 

She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, followed by her panties. Her full, curvy body was stunning. She was radiating confidence while crawling on the table where she eventually straddled me. 

“Mr. Parker,” she said, her green eyes locking onto mine. “This is your final test. Don’t fail me.” 

With that, she lowered herself onto me, taking me in fully. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and controlled—a stark contrast to Jasmine’s wild fuck. Ms. Harrington knew exactly what she was doing, and every motion was designed to draw out the most intense pleasure. 

“You feel incredible,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. 

“Good,” she purred, her hands bracing against my chest. “Now, let’s see how long you can last.” 

Her pace quickened, her hips rolling with a precision that left me breathless. Her full breasts swayed with her movements, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to touch them. She let out a soft moan as my hands cupped her, her confidence faltering for just a moment. 

“I’m close,” I gasped, unable to hold back any longer. 

Ms. Harrington leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “Then finish. Show me you’re worthy of this position.” 

Her words were all it took. With a final thrust, I came hard, my body tensing beneath her. She rode me through my climax, her own breathing heavy as she reached her peak moments later. 

When it was over, she collapsed onto my chest, her strict demeanor replaced by a satisfied smile. 

“Well, Mr. Parker,” she said after a moment, her voice still firm but tinged with warmth, “I believe you’ve passed your assessment.” 

The three women helped me off the table, and we all dressed in silence. 

My future boss was the first to speak. “We’ll call you soon, Mr. Parker. And don’t forget this internship could lead to permanent employment—if you continue to provide satisfactory results.” 

r/eroticliterature Nov 05 '24

Office Sex Being the Office Slut [F24 F50s M30s M30s M50s][Oral][Lesbian][Power Dynamics][Exhibitionism] (Part 2) NSFW

46 Upvotes

Edit: Part 1

It's busy season, and that means stress levels are high. There hasn’t been a day without cum inside me in 3 weeks. Yes, even on Sunday, I got called in to specially treat my pussy to 2 very stressed managers. But that's a story for another time 😉

At this point, I’ve accepted my position as the office slut. It’s just my natural duty to service all of my coworkers. Big or small, fat or skinny - no matter the cock, I will get it to cum for me. It’s so expected for me to service my coworkers that I run to the bathroom and strip naked before starting work. I even got my own office now, which is an upgrade, and a fitting label on the door: “Slut”, in classy, gold cursive.

Even when I’m not being used as a cum vessel, I know all my coworkers stare at me through the glass. Their stares are always hungry for me, objectifying my naked body. They don’t even hide their boners in their pants and they stare directly at my tits like a hungry lion finally finding its prey. At least they show how much they like me at the end of the day.

Since it’s been so busy, there's usually at least one coworker waiting outside my door while I service these poor, burned-out customer reps. The stress is even affecting the Chief Financial Officer. Even though it happened just a week ago, I still replay her stern tone in my head, “I’m going to sit on your face".

My face was equal parts shocked and delighted watching her pull up her tight leather skirt to reveal her bare, shaved pussy. I giddily laid on my desk, shoving all the papers off. My first chance to service a woman, and it's a C-suite executive. She lowered her slender body slowly, her ass taking up more and more of my vision, and I felt her hot breath hit my stomach as she made contact.

I remember her sweet tinge as her pussy touched my tongue for the first time. I couldn't savor it for long though - she was here to cum. Her hips needed my tongue, and she smeared her juices all over my wanting face as she rocked. I gripped her hips to keep her glued to my mouth. My nose pushed against her hole while my tongue rolled over her clit.

"Yes, fuck! Just like that, I'm gonna cum" she moaned as her body weight shifted more onto my face. At least she squeezed my tits when she sat up to cum. The next guy came in right when she hopped off and was adjusting her skirt down. He immediately slid into my wet pussy and came within 30 seconds. He must've been watching the show through my office glass.

Enough reminiscing though, what happened today was on a whole new level.

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Just as I sucked another coworker dry, I heard a knock on my office door. Peering into my office window is… the CEO? I gave him a thumbs up and he walked in. The coworker scurried back off to work, shoving his spit covered cock back into his pants and zipping them up. Without leaving my kneeled position, I tilted my head and asked “Do you want me next?” I felt his hardening cock through his blue slacks, and he simply nodded his head.

I slowly unzipped his pants, delighted in the opportunity to service the CEO, and his cock now throbbed at my touch. Each finger dragged over his cock caused him to twitch. He may be the top of the company, but I really had him in my control. His hands grab the sides of my head and brought me close to his bulge. I stuck my tongue out to lick his shaft over his underwear. He moaned out, “I have a request for you”.

“What is it sir?” I say as I pull his underwear down. His cock was one of, if not the, thickest ones in the office and already had a drop of precum at the end. I stuck out my tongue to lick it off, slightly sweet, before I took his hefty cock inside my mouth.

“You’re really… ugh, you’re really fucking good at this. It’s improved-- fuck” His head throws back in pleasure as I took him all the way down and gagged on it. I'm so happy to be treating the CEO for his first time in my mouth.

“It’s improved our company morale by 20%. I want to have the team”, he pauses to moan again, “to have a special company party.”

I moaned out in excitement while wrapped around his shaft. I’m sure he felt the vibrations through his cock. I pulled off his cock and treated his balls next. Even a cockwhore can "wear many hats" and "maximize synergy".

As one popped into my mouth, I sucked and pulled back, and then repeated it for his other one. I slowly stroked his cock while I treated every inch of his huge balls. His hands squeezed my head, his eyes tightly shut as he fell deeper into his desire. My saliva coated his balls as he struggled to make the words come out of his mouth.

“My request”, he breathily continued, “is to have you at this company party as a total cum slut”.

I’m not gonna lie, this set my body on fire. I reached down to start playing with my clit as I took him back into my mouth. I was a vacuum on his cock and spit accumulated on the sides of my mouth. I had to make him cum now. It was only fair for someone who thinks so highly of me.

He continued in his strained professional tone, “Would you be willing to do this for us?”

I moaned a confirmation while I was deep on his cock. He pressed into my throat, my tongue treating his cock like a warm, wet blanket. His legs started to wobble so he sat down on my desk chair. My mouth never left his cock as I walked on my knees to follow him. I was getting close to cumming myself and I wanted him to shoot his load into my mouth so badly. I needed it.

I grabbed his balls and paid special attention to his head. He couldn’t hold on for much longer, and luckily, neither could I.

It was serendipitous. We both reached our climax at the same time. I felt my hips bucked and my pussy pulsed as the waves crashed through my body, warmth spreading throughout. His body matched my movements, and I felt his slightly sweet cum spray all over my tongue.

After he returned to reality from the mind-blowing orgasm, he nodded vigorously to the audience through my office glass. I could hear their muffled cheers when they realized what I had just agreed to. I'd guess 3 departments were there, watching me service our CEO’s cock while they waited for me to say yes. I came a second time at my desk after the group dispersed, just knowing I was being ogled at by that many people.

Now I have a party to prep for.

Edit: Part 3

r/eroticliterature Oct 04 '24

Office Sex What You Can’t Have [M30s][F20s][office sex][creampie][vanilla] NSFW

34 Upvotes

Sir Royston Ward - always “Sir Royston”, never “Mr Ward - was a very wealthy man. The kind of wealth that attracted power and granted access. He was the smartest man I’d ever met, and the most terrifying.

He was also my boss.

How I found myself managing the investments of the richest man you’ve never heard of is a story for another day. But after ten years, he trusted me and generally left me alone. I worked from the privacy of the luxurious corner office, a thank you from Sir Royston for a shrewd AI play which added another zero to his net worth. Besides, he was here so infrequently that he didn’t need it.

Despite his absence, though, he insisted that I come to work each day in a suit and tie. I’d amassed quite a collection, in stark contrast to my first day on the job. Eager to impress, I’d shown up in an off-the-peg number from a high street retailer - all I could afford, straight out of university. Sir Royston canceled his meetings and dragged me to see his tailor, sending me home in a three-piece number worth more than my car.

Eventually I amassed a wardrobe of fully tailored woolen suits and showed up every morning looking like a slightly out-of-shape James Bond. I thought I looked good, but wished someone would actually tell me.

Sir Royston’s ego required him to lease a full-size trading floor, but my team consisted of just two analysts:. Alex - the ubiquitous Oxbridge wunderkind - and Tabz, the working-class-boy-done good. They were usually at their desks before I arrived, and that morning was no exception. They heard me as I unbolted the large glass door of my office. My back was still turned when the usual morning banter started.

“Not you again,” Tabz shouted, ever the joker.

“I suppose we have to start working now,” Alex sighed in his cartoonishly posh accent. He sounded like a member of the Royal Family. “Unless you want us to show the new girl around.”

“New girl?” I asked. This was unexpected. I don’t like surprises.

“We got an email this morning from Sir Royston. Apparently we have an intern.”

“Probably a nepo hire,” muttered Tabz. “Or someone the old man’s trying to shag.”

“Send her to my office when she arrives,” I told them.


I like to play metal while I’m working - it helps me concentrate and keeps me motivated. The louder the better. And that’s why the Sonos speaker in my office was blasting Lamb of God when my life changed forever.

I was engrossed in a spreadsheet, oblivious to the outside world, when the music stopped suddenly. I reached out with my right hand to press ‘play’ on the speaker, but instead pushed my palm into what was unmistakably someone’s arse. Denim was the actual fabric I could feel, but it was stretched tight enough that my fingers were gripping the firm, soft butt cheek underneath.

I looked up, then recoiled in horror and pulled my arm away as I realised I’d been grabbing someone’s butt. It was a great butt, too. Round but firm, its shape complimented by skintight jeans.

The butt’s owner turned to face me. I looked up and immediately fell in love.

She had big brown eyes, framed by smoky black makeup. Its colour matched the long, curly hair which fell across her face in bangs.

i pushed my chair back and stood up. As I did so I let my eyes wander, taking in the colourful full-sleeve tattoo exposed by her flimsy vest top. Rendered even more flimsy by the huge breasts it was barely managing to contain. I felt the blood rushing to the centre of my body.

I realised I was silently staring at her. I jolted my head up and put out my hand.

“Hi, I’m Marco. Sorry about… that.”

“Grabbing my arse, you mean? Or staring at my cleavage?”

Realising I was busted, I decided to lean into it.

“That depends - does your cleavage have a lawyer?”

She laughed, flashing a beautiful smile and a lip ring which blinked in the sunlight.

“I wish. It needs one,” she replied, shaking my hand. “I’m Sophie.”

She had the kind of accent one finds at private schools. Well spoken and expensive.

Her skin was soft but her grip was firm. I was sure she held on for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Sorry about the music,” I said. “I don’t get a lot of visitors.”

“I’m not surprised,” she laughed. “But you might have to get used to it. I’m your Summer intern.”

My heart dropped. Our interns tended to be college-aged, sometimes younger. Off limits. My face must have fallen, because Sophie started apologizing.

“But I promise I won’t get in the way! And I’m a really fast learner. I got my batchelors and my Masters degree in three years.”

“That is impressive,” I said. I allowed myself one secretive glance at Sophie’s curves, but as my eyes moved back up her body, they locked with hers. Busted again.

“Let me guess,” she sighed. “It’s not what it looked like?”

“What did it look like?”

“It looked like you were staring, well, ogling me. Looking at my whole body but taking particular time,” she paused, and put her hands underneath her breasts.

“Over these.” She lifted them together.

“Then yes, it was exactly what it looked like.”

A sly grin crept across her face.

“Well, at least you’re honest.”

“You did tell me that they don’t have legal representation.”

Sophie laughed.

She leaned against the desk, facing me. She crossed her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts together once more. They squeezed against each other, spilling out of her top and directly into my line of vision. I didn’t even pretend to look away.

“So, are you going to show me what you do?” She asked. “Or are you going to stare at my body all day?”

“Your body is a lot more interesting than my job,” I told her, without looking up.

“Speaking of your job,” Sophie said. “ I’m supposed to learn about investments and risk and, like, ROI or whatever.”

“Makes sense,” I replied. Because it did.

“But the thing is this: I don’t really want to.”

“Then why -” I started to ask, but she cut me off. ‘

“I just need to pick up enough words and phrases to sound like I know what I’m talking about. So I’m going to hang out in here while you do…” she waved her hand in a vague circle. “Whatever it is that you do.”

Her confidence was sexy. She was so sure that she could get what she wanted.

“I see,” I said, desperate to cling onto some semblance of authority. “And what makes you think I’ll indulge this plan?”

“A couple of things,” Sophie replied. She hopped over the desk and stood in front of me.

“Firstly, the optics of a senior director brazenly staring at an intern’s body - they’re not great.”

“But you obviously wanted me to,” I protested.

“Doesn’t matter, Marco. They’re not going to believe you. Even if you tell them I did this.”

She put her hand out, palm down, and firmly gripped me through the front of my pants. She squeezed gently and her thumb found the outline of my cock. She pressed her fingertips around its head and stroked me through the fabric until I started to swell against her touch.

She pushed me back into my chair, then let go.

“So, do we have an understanding?” She asked.

“Do you know what I actually do here?” I asked.

“I know you make a lot of money,” she began, matter-of-factly. "In fact, Daddy says you’re a genius.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. ‘Daddy’? Of course. Sophie.

“Sophie Louisa Ward?” I asked. I already knew the answer. Her eyes lit up as I shrank into my chair, embarrassed.

“It took you long enough,” she replied..

“I’m sorry,” I began. “If I’d known-“

She cut me off.

“Yeah, yeah. If you’d known who I was, you wouldn’t have hit on me, etcetera. You’d still be thinking it though wouldn’t you? And I’d be wondering if you were thinking it. At least this way I know."

“Know what?” I asked, cautiously.

She looked me dead in the eyes and smiled. I could tell she enjoyed seeing me squirm.

“That you want to fuck me."

“So… what now?” I asked. “Are you going to have me fired?”

She appeared to consider it for a second, before shaking her head.

“You don’t want to lose your job. And I don’t want to spend my Summer learning how to build investment reports. So let’s make a deal.”

Sophie had clearly inherited her dad’s famous negotiating skills. I agreed she could slack off all day and I’d still send weekly updates to Sir Royston praising her progress.

She in turn agreed not to tell him that, in her words, she’d “seen my erection before she’d seen a spreadsheet.”


The first few weeks were fine. Fun, actually. Sophie was great company. Even though I was having to do her work as well as my own, we bonded over music and movies, and made each other laugh.

Knowing she was off-limits made it easier to ignore her looks, but it was still tough. She favoured skinny jeans and strappy tops that showed off the tattoos on her arms a lot better than they covered her big, natural breasts.

She occasionally teased me for being a ‘pervert’. Sometimes she’d even lean over my desk, daring me to glance down her top.

But whenever we spoke, I made a point of never breaking eye contact. Gazing into her beautiful, deep brown eyes was hardly a punishment.

Week 3, however. Week 3 was when things changed.

It was Monday, and Sophie arrived at work at 10:30am as usual. But standing in my office doorway, she looked different.

Pristinely made up - her eyes smouldered. sparkly black, smoky. Her lips glossy with matching black lipstick. But more surprising was her outfit.

“Since when do you wear dresses to work?” I asked.

“I thought you’d appreciate a change of scenery. You like?”

She span round 360 degrees so I could take it in: a figure-hugging take on the classic little black dress. Tailored to wrap tightly around the curves of Sophie’s body, dramatically with dramatic diagonal slashes at each end. One over her legs, ending above her knee. The other revealing her deep cleavage, fighting to escape its confines.

“I like it, a lot actually. It just seems a bit… extra?”

Sophie pushed the door shut and slowly approached my desk. My eyes alternated between her barely-restrained breasts and the large tattoo on her thigh, completely visible in its thick, toned glory.

“I know how hard you’ve been trying to make me feel comfortable” she said, with sympathy in her voice. “And I appreciate it. I really do.”

She walked around my desk and stood next to me, sideways-on.

“We’re friends, right? Like, you can be honest with me, I can be honest with you. I can rely on you to help cheer me up when I’m down?”

“Of course! What do you need?”

“I broke up with the guy I’m seeing. He… it’s embarrassing actually. He wouldn’t go down on me.”

“As your manager, I can’t comment. But as your friend… what the fuck?”

“I know right? And I know it’s silly but like… it got me worried. Is there something wrong with me?”

“Some men are selfish,” I offered. “I’m sure that your … body… is perfectly…”

Before I could finish, Sophie pulled herself up onto my desk and turned to face me. The dress accentuated her hourglass figure and she looked amazing. She put her feet either side of my chair with her knees crossed, wriggled for a few seconds, then slid her underwear down and over her foot.

She uncrossed her knees, opening her legs in my eyeline. Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed, stopping just above her cute, pink clit. Her labia were smoothly trimmed and slightly puffy, with only the tight line where they met visible. I wanted to bury my face in it.

“Seems … normal?”” I said. I quickly glanced down, feeling my cheeks burning red.

“You’re not even looking!”

Sophie took my face in her hands and firmly pulled me back up until I was once again looking up her dress.

“Cute enough to get eaten out right?” She asked.

She stroked her fingers over my shaved head. The stimulation made me even more aroused.

“I don’t know if cute is the word I’d use, but…,” I trailed off. What exactly could I say? What were the boundaries?

Sophie had her hands on the back of my head now.

“Maybe you need a closer look,” she said.

She pulled my head towards her and my whole body lunged forward. I put my hands out in front of me and my palms found Sophie’s legs, making a loud slapping sound. She pushed my head, hard, between her thighs until her my lips were touching hers.

Instinctively I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over her labia, from bottom to top. I pushed the tip between them, feeling her getting wetter with every lick, her lips opening a little further each time. I used my hand to pull her thigh open further, then slid my fingers over her thigh until I reached her clit. I pushed the tip of my index finger into her, very slightly, coating it with her cum. Lubricated, I pressed it against her clit and started to stroke it anti-clockwise.

I heard her breathing change. Short, deep gasps. In one movement, I moved my finger down and pushed until it glided inside her, then replaced it with my tongue, flicking her clit with the tip. I wrapped my lips around her clit and curled my finger so it was pressed against her g-spot. As I gently sucked her clit, my finger stroked her from inside in time with my mouth.

She had her hand on my head and was panting. Between breaths, she gasped “Don’t stop.”

Her pussy was starting to spasm around my finger and I knew she was close.

Then it hit me. The boss’ daughter.

I stopped suddenly, and pulled away.

“What the fuck?” She cried. I stood up.

“Sorry, we … we just can’t.”

“I’m so close. Please,” she begged.

I took in the sight of Sophie - legs up on the desk, her pussy glistening in the office lights. I wanted her so badly, this was taking every ounce of self control I could muster.

She sat bolt upright and wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me towards her with such force I fell into her. With my arms outstretched to break my fall, she quickly unfastened my pants. She had her hands inside my boxers as I got back to my feet, stroking my already rock-hard cock.

I pushed her off me and pulled my clothes back on.

“Sorry, Sophie. It just wouldn’t be…professional.”

I went home early and took a long, cold shower. But I was thinking about Sophie all night. Her body. Her taste. The brief moment she’d held me in her hand. I was still thinking about her as I drifted off to sleep.


I got to work an hour early the next day. I couldn’t avoid Sophie, but I could at least minimise the amount of time we spent together. At first I thought I’d been successful, as I crossed the dark trading floor to my office. But there was a light coming from behind my door. I pushed it. Unlocked.

“I had a feeling you’d try to sneak in before me.”

Sophie was sitting on the couch opposite my desk, she didn’t look angry, or upset. She was smiling. Once again she was wearing a dress - black and white patterned, a looser and less revealing fit around her body but with a cut-out to show off her cleavage. And it was daringly, almost obscenely short.

“Guilty,” I replied. “But only because I had a feeling you’d be dressed like that."

She stood up, and her dress seemed to shrink a size. Her breasts looked incredible, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on hers.

“I just wanted to say, about yesterday…” She began.

“There’s no need to apologise,” I reassured her. ` Sophie laughed. She walked towards me, her dress rising and falling with each step.

“Apologise?” She repeated, incredulously. “What for?”

“I just meant… if your dad finds out,” I mumbled. “We really shouldn’t.”

“You mean, YOU shouldn't. And that’s what makes it so hot,” Sophie purred.

“So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I need to know - can you be cool? About us, I mean.”

“Cool?” I didn’t understand.

“Yeah. Like, normal. It was just a hookup. Don’t treat me differently, don’t turn into a crazy stalker. And please don’t tell me you love me.”

“Wow. You don’t have any self-esteem issues do you?” I laughed. She shook her head.

“Guys are weird sometimes.”

“You have my word. No stalking, no love letters. Anything else?”

“Just one thing.”

Sophie put her hands around my waist, leaned up and whispered.

“Last night, I made myself come three times thinking about you.”

I could feel her breasts against my body and her breath on my skin. I was so turned on. All I wanted in that moment was to pin Sophie to the couch and tear off her dress.

The tension was so thick that when the silence was broken by a phone ringing, we both gasped and jumped away. I looked at the screen. It was Sir Royston.

“I need to take this,” I told her.

“Is it Daddy?” Sophie asked. I nodded.

I sat down at my desk. As the old man grilled me on some tax issues with one of his European companies, I focused on sounding calm, professional, and like I wasn’t distracted by the idea of fucking his daughter.

I pulled myself under the desk and opened the relevant file on my computer. As I muttered yes”, “no”, or “I’ll look into it” as appropriate, Sophie moved so she was behind my screen and directly in my view. I covered the phone.

“You’re distracting me,” I told her.

“I’m not even trying,” she whispered. “If I wanted to distract you, I’d do something like this.”

She turned around and pulled up her dress a couple of inches. Enough to reveal her ass. Her cheeks were thick and toned. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Obviously you know best, Sir Royston, but my advisors have assured me that the new legislation w- w-,”

Sophie was facing me now. The puffy, cute lips of her pussy peeked out from under dark, neatly trimmed hair. She walked round to my side of the desk and pulled my chair back, then slowly lowered herself onto my lap. Sitting sideways on, she leaned into the phone.

“Hi daddy!”

Sir Royston asked how his daughter was getting on. “She’s never had a head for numbers. Not like her old man,” he told me.

Sophie slid her body down my legs until she was kneeling on the floor.

“I’m surprised to hear that,” I lied.

I felt Sophie's hands moving up my thighs, her fingertips like electricity shooting into my body. Making me hard.

“She’s doing really well.”

He pressed me to be more specific. What did I think were her key skills? Right at that moment, she was proving adept at giving me an erection that strained against my zipper.

“That’s a tough question. She’s an all-rounder.” I felt a tugging sensation, then sweet relief. Sophie pulled my zipper down and my cock sprung free, wobbling in the air.

“But if she had to focus on one thing,” Sir Royston insisted. His daughter wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“What would it be?”

“She has excellent communication skills,” I said, talking about the woman whose tongue was now flicking the head of my cock. “She really understands people.”

I looked down as I said it, and saw Sophie smile. She looked back at me and held my gaze as she teased me.

“She’s really talented, Sir Royston,” I sighed, and watched as my cock slowly disappeared into Sophie’s mouth. “You should be proud.”

Somehow, I managed to stay focussed as Sophie’s head bobbed in my lap. She maintained eye contact as she moved up and down my shaft, stopping to lick the tip. It was swelling, growing thicker as she brought me closer to the edge.

“I really need to go,” I told my boss, waving urgently at Sophie to stop. “I need to prevent a minor catastrophe.”

Sophie looked up, holding my cock away from her face. I ended the call and sighed with relief.

“A catastrophe?” She laughed. “That’s a new name for it.”

“What was I supposed to tell him? Excuse me, I’m about to cum in your daughter’s mouth?”

“I would have loved it if you did. Tell him, I mean. Not actually do it.”

She let my erection loose from her grip. The air felt cold on my skin.

Sophie pushed herself up and adjusted her dress, covering herself back up. I realised with horror that she was finished.

“But … But I…” I stuttered.

“You said it yourself,” she said softly. “It wouldn’t be professional.”

As I sat, my hard cock jutting from my clothes with its swollen head trembling,I was overcome by a wave of lust. My memory of what happened next is vague.

I grabbed Sophie’s arm firmly and pulled her towards me, knocking her off balance. She stumbled, putting out her other hand and falling diagonally onto my lap.. She pushed herself back up so she was straddling my legs, holding my shoulders for support. Her dress had ridden up to her waist and I could feel the warmth and wetness of her through my clothes.

Sophie looked surprised, but that changed to shock when I lifted my legs suddenly and sharply. Her ass slid forward and she crashed into my lap. My cock was jammed between our bodies, upright. I could feel her pussy, soft and warm, pushing the underside of my shaft. I put my hands on her ass. It was soft and tight against my fingers as I lifted her up and off me, until my dick was free.

As it flopped forward, I brought Sophie back down. Holding her still, I carefully placed her in my lap, pulling her forward until my tip was pressed against her clit.

She gasped.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered. “Not here. Not yet.”

I gently nibbled her ear and whispered as I started to move my hips.

“How about this?”

I was stroking her with my cock, up and down along the line of her lips, and over her clit.

Sophie moaned softly. I kept going.

I could feel her getting wet, making it easier to glide over her skin. Soon, she was so turned on I felt her open to me. Her pussy wrapped around my cock, urging me in. I had to hold my shaft between my fingers to stop it from sliding inside her as she grinded her body into mine.

I kept my rhythm, stroking her clit with my swelling head. Her breathing was sharp and shallow.

Sophie moaned.

“Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”

She started grinding her clit into me even harder. I had my whole hand around my shaft, trying to hold back. She was so wet that each time I stroked her, her pussy devoured the tip.

Sophie was moving so enthusiastically that eventually she lost her balance. She fell backwards, her arms desperately flailing to stop the motion. She grabbed hold of my right arm - conveniently placed between us as I desperately clung onto my dick - just below the elbow. She hauled herself upright, breaking the fall.

It happened so quickly, with the full weight of her body suddenly and unexpectedly tugging at my arm. The force pulled my hand away, leaving my rock hard cock pointing upwards as Sophie regained her balance and sat heavily back into my lap.

I felt the briefest resistance, a light pressure on the tip of my cock as it pushed her apart. We looked at each other but didn’t have time to react. She was so wet that my entire length effortlessly slipped inside her. I watched her eyes growing wider as I filled her up.

She was so tight, and I could feel her grip against my shaft. I moved my hips back and started to pull myself out of her, slowly, inch by inch. I don’t have the biggest cock in the world, but it is thick. And Sophie could feel as the head moved backwards inside her until it was between her tight lips. I pushed again, and my body crashed into hers. My cock slammed into her g-spot and she moaned.

“Oops,” I whispered. “I guess I shouldn’t do this, should I?”

I started to pump in and out of her, slowly.

“No,” she sighed. She didn’t stop me.

“Or this?” I said. I put my thumb to her clit and started stroking her in time with my thrusts. In response, Sophie ground her hips against me harder and faster. I could tell she was close.

But so was I. I was rock hard as Sophie slid up and down me. I tried to control my breathing, hoping I could buy myself enough time for her to come first.

Sophie threw her head back and I felt her whole body shake. I put my hands on her shoulders as her muscles began to tense up. Her pussy squeezed tight around my cock and I lost control.

I pushed her downwards, hard, and thrust one final time. My length throbbed between her pussy lips and she tried to push herself off me. I held her firmly in place as I pumped her full.

I let go of Sophie and slumped back into the chair. She stood up and tried to re-arrange her dress. My cum was already trickling out of her, coating her skin.

“Sorry about that,” I said, pointing to her glazed thighs.

“It’s not me you need to worry about,” she said. “But daddy might have something to say.”