Workplace Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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

This became their new normal, every weekend, Chinedu or one of his friends would come over. Sometimes two at once, Mark would watch from the chair or be made to film it on his phone. One particularly lewd night, Cindy wanted to push boundaries. She invited Chinedu and his cousin, Jess another hung bull. The two men used her like a fucktoy for hours. Double penetration while Mark sat inches away. Chinedu in her pussy, Jess in her ass, both thrusting in rhythm. Cindy was sandwiched between their muscular bodies, her screams muffled by one cock in her mouth at times.

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

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

Rumors were he had over 200 women. I had an active sex life with my husband, and he liked my fantasies as they turned us both on, but I never told him about “Asher” being in them. The fantasies were always about strangers or movie stars. My husband would return from weekend retreats and would tell me all about Asher’s latest conquest, and it turned us both on. I also worked as a paid secretary for the same organization and one weekend my husband told me Asher had arranged free office space at his college for our local office.

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

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

“Sure, it’s normal. Secretaries are supposed to be close to their bosses. They match their schedule, their rhythm, their workload. Don’t get jealous, Lia. That’s just how the workplace works.” Before Aurelia could respond, Wulan arrived with a glass of iced coffee in her hand. She sat down across from them and joined the conversation without invitation. “I heard the word jealous,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Careful, Lia. These days a lot of affairs start from workplace romance.” Doni sighed. “Here you go again, Lan. Don’t stress her out.” “I’m serious, Don. A lot of them do! One of my clients at the law firm just got divorced because her husband fell for his secretary. It started wi

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