I’m a junior in a small firm of high street solicitors. At just under thirty I'm the youngest guy in the office. Late one night I was walking past our office on my way back to my flat after a night out with my mates when I saw a light on upstairs. It was long after office hours and no one should have been there. It seemed to be wasting electricity and also there had been some burglaries in the street so I decided to take...

My coworker, Sam, looked over my shoulder at a presentation, his hot breath awakening my arousal. Was this the moment I had waited for? His lips kissed my neck; my nipples hardened, sending pulses to my pussy as if communicating via an erotic Morse Code. Melting against his body, I ached for his touch. Why was he hesitating? “Are you sure?” he finally asked. I nodded. “I want your hands everywhere.” He obliged me, ravishi...

I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive and very expensive English private school for girls. I teach an upper year class of seventeen to nearly nineteen year olds. It's a voyeur’s paradise, as all my girls seem to be trying to outdo each other in wearing the thinnest, most boob-clinging school uniform white blouses, the shortest grey pleated skirts and the most sheer black...

From across my desk, I survey Dave with an arched eyebrow, my pen poised above his manuscript. His earthy, rugged appearance translates well to the back flap of dust jackets and is certainly a large part of his brand appeal. That's not to devalue his top-notch thriller writing, but he's easily eleven on the eye candy scale; a far cry from the usual potato-faced ex-lawyers, ex-policemen, or ex-cons who grace my doorstep wa...

Beep. 'Hi Jess. I would really appreciate it if you stopped assigning my intern to your department. We need to talk about your continuous disrespect. Please call me back.' Beep. You know what? I will. Bitch lets it ring. Classic. Beep. 'Hi Katie. Thanks for calling. Just informing you that Ben is very happy helping me.' I stroke the handsome face under my desk, happily lapping my clit. 'And I... oh... am very happy with h...

“She’s lovely you should ask her out,” she panted between moans. He pounded his cock effortlessly into her body as it lay prostrate over his work desk. “Fuck! I don’t know, she’s so different to you!” He replied in between heavy breaths. “Ask her out you won’t regret it. Fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming,” she screamed. The sudden tightening of her cunt and ejaculation of her juices caused him to shoot his seed into her. She s...

“So, you want a quickie, in one hundred words?” “Or less. We can do it. I have a plan.” “How?” “Lift your dress up, I’ll pull your knickers down. You bend over the desk.” “Go on then. I am ready.” “You’ll have to wait while I get hard.” “What?” “Won’t take long.” “Take as much time as you want, while I am bent over this effing desk.” “Ready. Here I come …” “For God’s sake. Come on. Get on with it. We are running out of wo...

It’s my last week at my current job and I hear a knock on my office door. I groan and roll my eyes as I walk to the door in my black snakeskin heels. My eyes get round as I see that you are not yet another person wishing me on ‘to new horizons’ and I pull you in quickly, bending to turn on the white noise machine I use for sessions, and locking the door before I turn back to you.  Before I can take a step towards you at m...

“But I have a class in about an hour,” I tried to reason, as I got dressed. “It wasn’t a question. Go home and rest. You’ll feel better, you won’t be sore.” “Okay,” I answered and left the room. I walked out of the office, feeling satisfied. Though as I walked, I asked myself what the hell had just happened. I was really sore, but I wanted to disobey him to see what would happen. So, I went to my next class, then left to...

“Look, Jack, I mean this with the utmost respect, I know you’re the best at what you do and that’s why I partnered with your firm. So, don’t bother me with the details, just get it done and send me the invoice,” she says dismissively, having no concept of the amount of work that you would need to do to finalise her request in time. There’s not a single other client in your portfolio that would get away with the things tha...

“You seriously need to get laid, girl,” my best friend shrieks as we enter the math class. “Shush,” I attempt to hush her from speaking so crudely. She is so fucking loud. “What?” She looks at me innocently. That bitch. I just shake my head and walk to my seat. I put all my stuff down and sit myself down. She also takes a seat beside mine. “Don’t you think our professor is so hot?” She asks me that every single class.  My...