On paper, the girl was a terrible hire. No experience, few qualifications, but Mia had seen something in her eagerness. And training was going so well. Mia brought the crop down sharply on the girl's ass, making her gasp and squeal. She was so easy to mold, so desperate to please. The collar was the final touch. Something to wear in private or at the morning's 1-1 “mentoring” sessions. Mia brought the crop down twice more. "Thank you Miss." Her new pet gasped…
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Office Erotic Flash Fiction
Office erotica stories where desks, closed doors, late shifts, and professional masks make the pressure sharper. These workplace erotica flashes lean into the contrast between ordinary corporate polish and the private mess happening just underneath it: boss/employee tension, coworker seduction, office affairs, rivalry, authority, secrecy, and the risk of someone nearby noticing. The thrill often comes from professional boundaries starting to blur. A meeting runs too long. A manager says the wrong thing in exactly the right tone. A coworker’s glance lingers past plausible innocence. Business turns personal, self-control thins, and the workday becomes a cover for something much less appropriate. Expect quick office sex stories and corporate erotica scenes built around power games, temptation, teasing, humiliation, forbidden attraction, and the delicious danger of wanting someone you really should not touch at work.
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I have to work late again babe Kathy read the text. The first few times her girlfriend had called, so apologetic, now it was just a short text. It was also the third time this week. She would come home hours late, tired and showing no interest in Kathy. At first Kathy was happy that the job seemed to be going so well, but then she met her girlfriend's statuesque boss. A woman, both commanding and sexy. Just a look from that woman has made Kathy weak at the knees. Kathy could imagine exactly what sort of thing “working late” entailed. The two of them pressed against each other, kissing. Her girlfriend bent over the desk, taking by the bosses strap on. Moaning and begging for more. Cumming again and again. Kathy's hand slipped been her legs too her slick pussy as she reread the text and pictured the woman's hand on her girlfriend's pussy rubbing, teasing, making her gasp and whimper. It would be hours, yet before her girlfriend got home. Kathy would be laying in bed wet, frustrated, so close to the edge as her girlfriend showered and then went to sleep. Then, when she was sure her girlfriend was asleep Kathy would rub again to the pleasure her girlfriend was getting from someone else…
Read storyOne text from Alex. Suddenly Kathy was breathless, restless, and very aware of what she wasn’t wearing.
Personal Trainer Part 5: Alex’s Ultimatum, by Mia Sumner
Kathy lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as Richard snored obliviously next to her. A hint of gray light filtered around the thick bedroom curtains. She moved slightly, careful not to disturb or wake Richard. The sheets against her bare skin were a reminder, as they had been all night, of her lack of panties. Of Alex. Biting her bottom lip, keeping her movements small, controlling her breath, she inched her hand down to explore. Fingers moving in slow, tight circles, thinking of Alex’s touch.
Richard snorted and stirred. Kathy hurriedly pulled her hand away and sat up as though just waking, self-consciously pulling the collar the baggy t-shirt to conceal Alex’s mark on her. She turned to her husband and smiled at him, getting a brief smile in response before he clambered out of bed. She sat there for a moment, the emptiness returning, before swinging her legs out of bed and getting up too.
“I’ll just skip breakfast.” Richard called from the bathroom. “Since you forgot to pick up groceries yesterday.” It wasn’t a complaint exactly but there was just a hint of sulkiness to his tone that irritated Kathy.
“I’m sorry, the day just got away from me.” It wasn’t a lie exactly. She picked up her phone and checked for messages while he was distracted. Nothing from Alex yet. The sense of disappointment at that triggered was unsettling…
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Part 4 – Her Signature, Her Surrender
Read story: Part 4 – Her Signature, Her Surrender“Good girl.” Beatriz whispered. “Stop fighting it. Let’s go over our product line and pricing…” She began speaking, describing the various office supplies they offered, her voice hypnotic. Natalie tried to pay attention, but her eyes kept drifting back to Beatriz breasts and then down to her thighs, noticing the way her skirt hugged her…
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Part 3 – The Seductress’s Hold
Read story: Part 3 – The Seductress’s HoldBeatriz didn’t wait for further comment, putting her hands on the table, she hopped up, sitting herself right next to but facing her, long legs dangling just above the floor. Natalie’s throat constricted as she swallowed, her tongue thick in her mouth. Beatriz’s knee was mere inches away, and it was so hard not to…
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Part 2 – Beatriz’s Bargain
Read story: Part 2 – Beatriz’s BargainBeatriz leaned forward, her blouse tightening across her chest, accentuating the swell of her breasts. “Well, I’m here to see if you’re getting everything you need.” The innuendo seemed so blatant it couldn’t be accidental, but Natalie’s eyes were still drawn to Beatriz chest and that musky, caramel and vanilla scent had drifted across the…
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Part 1 – The Scent of Temptation
Read story: Part 1 – The Scent of TemptationNatalie rubbed her tired eyes and gazed at the screen with a mix of desperation and hope, longing for the numbers to finally add up. Her mind raced with calculations, struggling to keep pace with the intricate spreadsheet and its ever-changing variables. Hours of intense focus had left her mentally drained, her brain feeling overwhelmed…
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Servant of Her Silken Thighs
Read story: Servant of Her Silken Thighs“This is a much better use for your tongue, don’t you think, Kathy?” Theresa mocked, her fingers clawed into Kathy’s scalp, yanking her head back temporarily so she could look at into the eyes of the prize between her legs. “No more snide remarks about my lifestyle or abilities, just lick, lick, lick. Better hurry,…
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Show Us Your Enthusiasm
Read story: Show Us Your EnthusiasmKathy fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. The leather of the interview chair felt unforgiving and sticky against her thighs. Was she sweating, it felt like she was sweating. As soon as she thought it, a trickle of sweat snaked down her spine, clinging uncomfortably to her blouse. The two interviewers sat, impassively, opposite her. She’d…