Office Sex | Erotica | Fetish | Executive Assistant
What happens after-hours in the office stays in the office! But what happened? With whom?
A tie. A scarf. A lost dress. A naked secretary. A trench coat. High heels. The boss’ desk. And worshipping kisses head to toe…
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Fiction. This story follows the events in “Do you think my boss will get the message this way?” but you do not need to read that one to enjoy this one. There’s a real problem, though. It makes me want to go back to an office job, damn it!
After making me come a second time, he took my high heel shoes off, kissed the top of both feet, and then, I heard him walk away and close the door. I couldn’t tell if he had left the office or simply shut the door. My eyes were still covered with his scarf and my hands were tied behind the backrest of his chair where he had given me two explosive orgasms with nothing but his tongue and his hands. I had wanted my boss to use my body since I started working there. In fact, he was the main reason I had taken the job as his assistant.
After it became apparent that he was not coming back, I stood up and managed to untie my hands and uncover my eyes. I was standing in his office naked, head to toe. I wanted more of him, but he was gone. I caressed myself thinking of his cock penetrating me. I was still wet, and I was confident I would have him inside of me soon.
I walked toward the door where I had stripped naked a couple of hours before while my boss was at a board meeting, but I couldn’t find my clothes. After ignoring me for all these months during which I gave him so many signals, he worshipped my body and then left with my clothes…? I didn’t know he had a sense of humor! And I didn’t find it particularly funny!
I held my breath to listen for any noise on the other side of the door. It seemed like the office was empty, so I timidly opened the door and peeked outside. Nobody was around, which was fine, but I still couldn’t go home naked!
I tip-toed to the office next to my boss’ and looked around, but there were no clothes I could borrow in there. I visited a few offices butt naked and eventually ended up in the CEO’s office, where I found a trench coat. I stole from our CEO! And I was naked in his office!
If HR hears about this, I’ll be going straight to corporate hell!
I made heads turn, and men smile while riding the subway home barefoot in a male trench coat tightly buttoned down on a hot Summer night with clear skies!
I slept well. I slept like a satisfied spoiled kid. And I woke up with a massive grin. My boss had finally played with my naked body, and he sure knew how to use his tongue and his hands.
I had been going to the office without a bra for a while, trying to get my boss to notice me and want me, but on that “morning after,” I went further and neglected to put on panties. I was hoping I would get his cock inside of me before the end of the day.
As I walked in, my friend Suzy asked me why I was glowing.
“You got laid! Oh my god! Who?”
I ignored her. Instead, I diligently brought a coffee to my boss, anticipating a kinky reunion.
“Good morning!” I said with a smile. “What did you do with my dress? I’m not sure it was funny…”
He looked at me, puzzled. “Dress? What?”
“Come on! I won’t tell anybody!” I replied. “You were so good… I didn’t know you were a magician with your hands!”
“My hands?” he said, frowning.
“After your board meeting… When you caught me on your desk…”
“You were on my desk? Why?”
I didn’t know what to say. I thought he wanted us to ignore the events of the night before, and that made me sad. I wanted more of him.
“I wasn’t at the board meeting,” he continued. “I left after lunch. I had a contractor coming to my house for renovations. I thought I told you.”
My heart stopped beating, and my knees got weak. He jumped out of his chair and gently helped me sit. If he hadn’t done so, I would probably have passed out on the floor.
Who the fuck ate my pussy last night in his office, then? That’ll teach me to cover my eyes. Ain’t doing anything kinky ever again!
“I’m not sure if you are blushing or pale but you don’t look good,” my boss said. “Let me call the nurse.”
“No!!! It’s OK,” I yelled, jumping on my feet and running out of his office. I crashed at my desk, frozen on my chair.
After catching my breath, I stood up and looked around. A few men were looking at me, smiling.
Fuck! One of them played with my naked body last night, and I don’t know who. He must be proud of himself! Bastard! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I found all kinds of reasons not to leave my desk. I couldn’t face any man in that office. But I eventually went for lunch, and when I came back, my dress that went missing the night before was on the backrest of my chair with my panties on top.
Fuck! This guy has a terrible sense of humor!
I quickly made the dress and panties disappear in a drawer.
He must be enjoying this! Asshole!
I didn’t know what to do. It’s not like I could complain to our human resources department that a man had taken advantage of me because I voluntarily sat naked on my boss’ desk with my eyes covered. Whoever did that to me must have had the same thought. It was a sure thing with no consequences for him!
What is he going to do? What am I going to do?
I spent most of the afternoon pissed at him and mad at me for having tried to get my boss by stripping naked and sitting on his desk, my eyes covered with his scarf. I thought it would be exciting for him. Well… It turned somebody on, just not him. But then, my thoughts shifted. I conceded that whoever it was, he treated me very well. In fact, he worshipped and kissed every inch of my body, and gave me two surprising back-to-back orgasms with only his tongue and his hands. And he never tried to penetrate me with his cock.
Thinking about the pleasures I had the night before got me excited again. I could feel my body wanting more of it. At that point, I figured I had two choices. One was to feel ashamed and walk around like a wet, hurt cat. That would probably amuse him. The other option was to take ownership of what I had done and let him know that he didn’t have any power over me. That second option got me in a good mood and much more productive in my work.
My boss never asked again about the weird stuff I had said in his office. Thank god!
I worked late. I waited for the office to be empty and then, I proceeded into my boss’ office, still wondering who was that man who worshipped me the night before and how he ended up in there when everybody was supposed to be gone. I couldn’t find any logical answer to that question, so I shook it off.
Who cares? Let’s focus on the good things in life!
I let the office door open and stripped to my birthday suit. It didn’t take long since I was wearing only one piece of clothing! I hung my dress in plain sight on the door handle, grabbed the same scarf that my boss still had in his office, probably since the previous Winter, covered my eyes with it, then sat my bare ass on the desk, keeping my high heels like I had done the night before.
I felt aroused for a while, but then, silly. Nobody was in the office, so how is that a message to that mysterious man that I was not ashamed of what I had done?
I was about ready to get up when I heard footsteps. My heart skipped a beat. I was hoping it was “him,” but what if it was somebody else? And who was he?
Oh well, what is the worse that can happen? I’ll get fired and find another job. Besides, if I can’t have my boss, I don’t want to work here anymore!
Hands landed on my shoulder and followed the same path as the night before. He started by caressing the top of my back and then went down to the top of my butt crack. He brought his hands on the side of my thighs and legs before traveling to the inside, all while standing behind me. His hands reached my inner thighs, then my pussy.
He started at the bottom of my vulva and went up. He lingered a little bit on my clitoris before continuing up on my belly, then my boobs. He stopped on my nipples, pitched them, and then, held my breasts in his big, warm hands.
He grabbed my left hand and gently pulled on it. I followed his lead to step off the desk, just like we had done the night before. I was silent, barely breathing, trying to get clues on who that man was. I was standing naked in front of somebody I worked with, in my boss’ office.
He guided me to my boss’ chair, where he had me sit. He pulled my arms behind the backrest and tied my wrists with what I surmised was his tie. I wasn’t as excited as the night before because my brain was continually trying to figure out who this co-worker was.
He put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart. I could feel him breathing on my belly, and then his tongue landed on my pussy. He opened my vaginal lips with his tongue, then moved on to my clitoris. He alternated between kissing it and twirling his tongue around it.
Every once in a while, he took a break from honoring my clit to pushing his tongue inside my vagina then plunging his fingers inside to explore every part of my inner self, caressing and teasing me.
He was nothing short of a maestro with his hands and tongue. He kept going patiently until I couldn’t take it anymore. My toes curled. My vagina walls contracted. My body shook from head to toe. And I yelled from pleasure.
As I calmed down, he kept kissing my clit and pussy while his hands explored my body. I was at his mercy. With my hands tied behind the backrest, I couldn’t remove the scarf covering my eyes.
Why didn’t I look at him before he tied my hands? What did I get myself into?
He kissed every one of my toes a few times, then the top of my feet, legs, thighs, belly, breasts, and nipples. He kissed me on the shoulders and the neck. I felt worshipped, head to toe, literally. I didn’t want him to stop, but eventually, he took my high heels off. I tried to pull my feet away because I didn’t want to walk home barefoot, as I ended up doing the night before, but he insisted on removing my shoes, and then, he kissed each one of my toes again.
Is he going to leave with my dress too?
I started worrying about what other pieces of clothes I would be able to find in the office before the janitor would show up. It was much later than the night before because it took him longer to get me to reach orgasm level.
As I heard his footsteps moving away from me, he said: “Don’t forget to bring my trench coat back.”
What do you think will happen next? Find out when the action moves into the CEO’s office here.
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