Office Sex Erotica

By Sophie Sin

Four erotic short stories by Sophie Sin. Included are the story of an revenge orgy between four very angry workers with reasons to lust and loathe each other, how Jen got her promotion at the hands of everyone on the company's board, a stalker abused then rewarded, and a porn theater manager going wild with the staff. There's something for everyone within!

'Office Sex Erotica' contains the following four stories:

# Sex Delivered Hot (Orgy)
On a wet rainy evening the perverted freaks of a a small town courier service explode into sexual deviance. Standing in the rain Big Ted weeps tears of rage as he watches his lover Slutty Jenny being used by another man. Meanwhile, Slick Eric's only desire is to sexually devastate his new boss LA Sally after she accuses him of theft. Two men and women with less than stellar intentions in an orgy of depredation.

# Get That Promotion (Alpha Male Orgy)
All Jen wanted was to be left in peace. Why did Keith in HR have to choose her? Why did he have to single her out with his greedy, groping hands on her soft, smooth skin? Standing in front of the cold hard door of the executive board room where an orgy of powerful men drool for her flesh inside - to touch, to pinch and so much more - she has to wonder: Why her? Why promote Jen?

# Unacceptable Behavior (Domination)
Daniel The Stalker waits expectantly for his prey. The young sexy well-endowed temp Cindy doesn't see him there - lewdly staring and salivating. She's getting closer. His hands already itch to tear her white blouse away and molest her. However, it's not meant to be. The young buck is toppled by a stronger man who takes Daniel's prize. Cindy is deeply pleasured, but that isn't the end for her. Her sexy master sends her to be used by Daniel - any way he wants.

# Sex At The Movies
"You're a loser and I'm leaving you for Jenny!" she shouts. Henry isn't having a good day. Alone, horny, and a porn theater manager, he isn't in the best situation to be dumped. However, this is set to change. It starts with a 18 year old sneaker and extends to a twosome of dirty girl staff members of only 18 and 19 years of age. The youngsters can't seem to get enough of Henry's fat member. 'Life is a challenge, so penetrate it - deeply' is his new motto.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Aug 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301765065

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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OFFICE SEX EROTICA

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2016 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This is a collection of short works of around 5000 words. If you would like to find more collections like this then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing several stories each). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

Short disclaimer: All individuals represented within this text are over the age of 21 and full and completely are shown to consent in all ways to the sexual activities that take place within this collection of short works.

Table of Contents

Sex Delivered Hot

Get That Promotion

Unacceptable Behavior

Sex At The Movies

SEX DELIVERED HOT

Workplace Harassment #1

Teddy Bear

THAT DIRTY WENCH!

His fist hits the steel side of one of the marked courier vans that are parked in haphazard lines from the far fence of the large compound to the big side of the brick warehouse in the distance.

Fuck... the large man of wide shoulders and angry stance cries as a resounding ringing sound flows through the steel of the vehicle next to him.

He grasps his pained hand that is throbbing with a heat that promises bruises on the fat, scarred side of it.

Ted stands there silently, huge body bent over, his muscles tensing and contracting as he grits his slightly too white teeth and waits for the hurt to subside. The rain flitters down from gray gloss skies that have been pouring down tears from heaven since the early morning when he swaggered through the large front gates of the compound at just after 5am.

I-am-going-to-kill-that-whore, he growls out finally through his hard closed teeth.

The man straightens. Ted is quite tall at just over 6 foot and has an athletic slim frame with massive legs and a wide v-shaped back that is the apple of many a lady down at the local pub's eye. He clenches his good first and thumps it to his soggy courier blue shirt with its white insignia on the left hand side shoulder. This is a man enraged. But why?

Eric The Arrow

Eric is one slick customer. He slides among the packages with the grace of a man of long forgotten footballer fame. His long slim legs and hard stomach bristle and move as he stops in front of a box and slaps a packing slip on it with his long fingers, each with immaculately cut and pruned nails and small scars here and there from the times when he wasn't so graceful and needed to show his real nature to 'fix' an issue with another man.

E-R-I-C!

He spins and bows a little with an amused smile forming and disappearing on his lips.

Yes, my lady.

The young women from Florida who just joined the small family run business gives him a pissed look.

Stop being a cock. Get up here!

Eric's shoulders tense slightly at her tone, but he is up next to her on the long gray railing that runs around the large warehouse where the parcels and packages from all over America are distributed to vans to be moved to the residents of the small city where this story of wicked betrayal is happening.

What can I do for you? he asks her, pulling out a small touch pad and knocking in numbers as he waits.

What can you do for me? she asks snarkily. How about working the next fucking 12 hours straight for me? You think you are up to that, you tall fuck?

Eric tenses and his left eye curves around the deep exotic brown of his iris in what could be a very good imitation of a tiger's eyes just before the beast surges forward and tears its prey to pieces.

I'm glad you noticed my height. So was that all?

He turns his back to her and starts slithering away.

Where do you think you are going?

To work. I thought that was what you are paying me to do?

Listen, punk. I came here straight from Miami and I know what you clowns are like. You are probably going to smoke some FUCKING WEED and then piss around for a few hours.

Sally starts pacing, her short slim legs moving with heavy clods on the intertwined framework of the metal grating that they are standing on.

I know all about your kind, Eric. Lazy-stupid-can't work for themselves-idiots one and all. Do you think I don't know?

Eric raises an eyebrow. He wonders if she really does know. If she did then she - a mere female - might consider her position a little more carefully. You don't insult the wolf and expect him not to bite. That's a fool’s gamble. He thinks she is probably a fool, so it is in character.

What do you know, boss? Educate me.

She stops seeing something in those brown eyes of his: It's a challenge. He thinks he's so tough with that big body of his. Sally has seen men, tall, handsome, strong, but flawed like him. He doesn't think she knows how to handle a tall piece of shit like him. Well, this one has a thing coming. He hasn't seen anything yet.

Are you sassing me? she shouts at him.

He looks her over. Just who is sassing who here?

She strides forward and pokes her finger into his strong chest. The poke is good, but the finger bends against the flesh. Eric doesn't even wince.

You have been stealing packages.

That comes as a surprise. If there is something that Eric isn't doing it is stealing the worthless junk that America seems to be obsessed with sending each other.

Someone is telling you lies, boss. Perhaps you should reconsult your sources.

Don't avoid me, fucker. Jenny told me all about you.

Really? he asks sounding slightly surprise.

Sally stops and watches the guy. Why is he smiling that half-cocked smile in this situation? She has him red-handed.

Yes. Now come to the office and I'll have you out of here.

Eric doesn't move.

Do you have proof?

Well...

"Exactly. Go get proof, little manager. Come back to me when you