little over a year ago, I started this story with the intention that it would
be independent-but-related to the story I’d written for Chemical [se]X 2: Just One More. I’d planned to post it as a free read on this blog, which
I’m doing now—although, later than anticipated.
ideas will come to me, spark my writing enthusiasm, and I quickly start
writing. Since this story involved the Chemical [se]X chocolates, I felt
I should consult the editors before I went any further with it. They liked the
idea of a tie-in story, but thought I should hold off posting it until closer
to the anthology’s release date.
amazes me that the universe often works in wonderfully mysterious ways. That
speed bump sidelined my impetuousness and I put the story aside. It gave me
time to think and work on other things. Consequently, the plot evolved into
something that I believe is much better than what I originally conceived.
all the stories in Chemical [se]X 2: Just One More, this one involves
the infamous aphrodisiac chocolates. In my story “Elevator Confidential,” the
protagonist mentions getting her box of chocolates from a sex shop around the
corner. This story takes place in that sex shop. The title is also a nod to the
movie by the same name and the subsequent remake You’ve Got Mail. The
revised plot also has a similar idea to those movies, but in a much dirtier
way. Would you expect anything less from me?
blocked me! Can you believe it?” I ripped open the shipping box with more force
boss paused rearranging the strap-on dildo display and looked back at me over
his shoulder. “Who?”
snorted. “I don’t know how you called him ass-muncher without laughing your ass
yanked a bunch of packing material out of the box. “He told me to call him
The Big Lebowski?”
a gold box, I looked up at him. “What?”
waved his hand in the air. “You know, ‘the Dude, or Duder, or el Duderino, if
you’re not into the whole brevity thing.’”
you having a stroke? Because that sounded like an aphasic fit to me.”
rolled his eyes. “It’s a line from a movie called The Big Lebowski.”
Never saw it.”
started pulling the smaller gold boxes from the big box and stacked them on the
glass counter. Examining one of the gold boxes more closely, I saw it was some
type of chocolate from a company called the Acme Confectionery and Drain
Cleaner Company. That was a hell of a combination. “What is this?”
turned to see what I was referring to. “Oh, they’re aphrodisiac chocolates.”
they claim.” He shrugged his shoulder, moved to the front window, and made some
minor adjustments to the display of giant dildos in a rainbow of colors.
sounded far-fetched to me, but it was his shop and I was just an employee. When
I answered his help-wanted ad, I expected the owner of an adult toy store to be
a perv I’d constantly be fighting off. However, I needed a part-time job to put
myself through grad school and had almost no work experience, so beggars
couldn’t be choosers.
it turned out, he was a perfect gentleman. With his longish silver hair,
handsome features, and bright blue eyes, I wished he would hit on me. But, so
far, our interactions had been friendly but professional. I actually considered
him a good friend. I could talk to him about my sex life in a way I couldn’t
with anyone else.
back to my earlier issue…
just can’t believe he blocked me.”
turned and smirked at me. “What did you do?”
gave him my best fuck-off look. “Nothing. One day, he texts, ‘I enjoyed
fucking you.’ Two days later, I try sending him a message and it’s totally
gotta stop finding guys online.”
else am I supposed to find someone I’m sexually compatible with? Just walk up
to some cute guy in a coffee shop and say, ‘Hey, I’m into all sorts of kinky
shit. You cool with that?’”
see your point.”
all he had to do was say he’d had enough and I would have left him alone.” I stuffed
the packing material back in the empty box. “I’m not some deranged stalker
corner of his wide, sensuous mouth lifted. “That’s what happens when you play
with boys instead of men.”
smiled back at him for the first time since the whole blocking incident.
“He’s the same age as you.”
He frowned. “Then I’ve got nothing.”
my head, I set the shipping box aside. “I never imagined he’d do something like
him. It’s his loss.”
I know. It just sucks, is all. I thought we really had something.” I began
arranging the chocolates in a pyramid.
walked over to me and leaned against the display case of cock rings that was
between us. “I’ve got just the thing to take your mind off of the ass-muncher
got the latest video from that guy you like so much. The one who comes like
Now that sounded promising.
picked up one of the gold boxes. “Why don’t we call it a day and watch it in
one of the viewing booths in back. You can help me see if these things really
fuck! Was he actually hitting on me?
flashfire of need erupted throughout my body and my heart started a slam dance
in my chest. Unfortunately, my brain decided to be responsible. “Ah, won’t that
promise to keep my hands—and all other appendages—to myself.” He gave me a
panty-melting grin. “Unless you say otherwise.”
turned and headed for the back before I did or said anything dumb that would
change his mind.
he locked up the shop, I got settled in one of the freshly cleaned and unused
booths. Truth be told, not many people used viewing booths anymore. Most people
preferred to watch porn in the privacy of their home. However, we did get a few
people and couples who enjoyed the thrill of getting off in a quasi-public
booth was wide enough for two folding chairs. There was a shelf below the
viewing screen with a box of tissues and some complimentary lube in convenient
was fidgeting in my seat when he came in and handed me the box of chocolates.
“Help yourself while I set this up.”
soon as I peeled off the cellophane, a delicious smell teased my nose. I tossed
the wrapping in the wastebasket beneath the shelf and immediately opened the
box. The mouth-watering scent was even stronger. I took a deep breath, filling
my lungs with the aroma of chocolate, mint, and something else I couldn’t
identify—but it was intoxicating.
chuckled when I noticed the chocolates were shaped like pussies and penises.
he looked at me, I held up the box so he could see.
to resist a moment longer, I popped one of the cocks in my mouth and let it
slowly dissolve on my tongue.
screen turned on and he took the seat beside me. I handed him the chocolates as
a creamy mint confection filled my mouth, making me moan.
He snagged one of the pussies and put the box on the shelf.
I was too lost in the flavors dancing on my tongue to elaborate. As I swallowed
my mouthful of liquid heaven, I warm sensation traveled down my throat and
seemed to slowly awaken every cell in my body.
these are awesome!”
of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shift in his seat, but I was too transfixed
by the action playing out on the screen to really pay attention to him.
was one of my favorite themes—a barely legal schoolgirl and her much older
teacher. Apparently, she’d been very naughty during class, flashing her bare sex
to her hot teacher. Of course, he kept her after class to punish her—much to
her obvious delight.
eagerly bent over his desk so her ridiculously short plaid skirt rode up her
backside until her panty-less ass was front and center. He didn’t waste any
time giving her a thorough spanking. Once her ass was a pretty shade of pink,
he spread her cheeks apart and attacked her asshole with his tongue.
he’s really going after that thing.”
groaned. “I would too if I had a hot ass like that in front of me.”
into that?” I looked over to see him pull off his T-shirt and toss it on the
yeah. Aren’t you?”
sight of his bare chest had me momentarily distracted. “Ah…the Dude and I talked
He adjusted himself in his jeans. “Man, it’s really hot in here, isn’t it?”
sure was. I mean really fucking hot. Okay, I was aroused by the movie and my
half-naked boss, but I felt like there was lava surging through my veins. I’d
never felt that aroused before. I swore I could feel my clit throbbing in time
with my rapid heartbeat. My skin was hypersensitive and I wanted to rip my
clothes off, but I held back. I could also tell that my flimsy panties were
already soaked through. Maybe there was something to those aphrodisiac
chocolates after all.
you’re not into a guy munching on your ass?”
my head, I tried to focus, but watching him idly stroke his blatant erection
through his jeans wasn’t helping. “It was more the Dude’s thing than mine, but
I was curious.”
fucking love to eat your asshole.”
it was him, the chocolates, the dirty movie, the illicit situation, or all of
the above—at that moment, I really wanted to feel him eating my ass. “Let’s do
blue eyes blazing in a way I’d never seen before, he got up and turned his
chair so it was facing sideways. “Kneel over the chair.”
wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his dominant demeanor spiked my arousal
even higher. Without thinking twice about it, I got up, pulled my stretchy skirt
up to my waist, and pushed my panties over my hips so they slithered down my
legs to the floor.
I knelt down and draped myself over the chair. Facing the screen, I could still
enjoy the depraved shenanigans. The teacher had progressed to fucking her ass
with two fingers while she rubbed her clit.
have such a sweet round ass. Spread your cheeks apart for me.”
my weight on my torso, I reached back, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and pulled
them apart as far as I could. I’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable—and so
incredibly dirty. But I loved it. My horny cunt was begging for relief. I
really hoped he helped me out in that department soon, or I’d have to take
matters into my own hands like the girl in the video.
your tight little asshole is pretty.”
was some rustling behind me, then his hands took over holding my ass cheeks
apart. I heard him breathe in deeply and a gust of air teased my taint.
he sniffing my asshole? Why did I find that so fucking hot?
stopped analyzing my kinkiness when I felt his warm, wet tongue on my
hypersensitive flesh. A low animalistic moan escaped as he circled my asshole,
then lightly sucked on it. I never imagined that could feel so good, but my
body shivered with pleasure.
he really got into sucking and tonging my asshole, my cunt muscles tightened,
craving something to satisfy the needy ache deep inside. I couldn’t help
squirming beneath him, rubbing my thighs together to create some friction.
I need you to play with my pussy, too.”
only had to ask, babe.”
slid a finger in my cunt and started finger-fucking me while he resumed eating
my ass. I moaned as the sensations rippled throughout my body, but it wasn’t
missing a beat, he added another finger and curved them to focus attention on
my G-spot. Waves of pleasure washed over me, the intensity building and
heard the rasp of a zipper and knew he was releasing his cock from his jeans. I
wondered if he was going to fuck me. I prayed he was going to fuck me. But he
kept fingering my cunt while tongue-fucking my asshole. Then the unmistakable
sound of flesh smacking flesh reached my ears and I knew he was jacking off.
I looked up at the screen, I saw the teacher was vigorously fucking the
schoolgirl’s ass while she came from her own fingers. Suddenly, he pulled out
and shot a massive load of come all over her freshly fucked ass.
loved come—the more the better—and I totally got off on messy come-shots. From
his ardent ministrations and the raw nastiness of the whole encounter, I was
already so close to coming. Seeing all that spunk on her rosy ass pushed me
that much closer to the edge.
going to come.”
groaned. “Fuck, me too.”
on my ass.”
to watch him jack off, I twisted around as much as I could, but the angle was
all wrong. He’d abandoned my asshole and his gaze met mine as his fingers moved
to my clit. The barest touch and a powerful orgasm ripped through me. I
collapsed against the chair as one convulsion after another rocked my body,
leaving me quivering in ecstasy.
grunted and I felt a warm, wet splash fall across my ass. I looked back in
enough time to see several more thick, milky lines of spunk decorate my flesh.
That brought on a few delicious aftershocks and I fell back onto the chair.
I could move again, I turned to see he’d already tucked himself back inside his
jeans—much to my disappointment. But then I saw the hot mess he’d made all over
my backside. Being an enthusiastic come slut, I couldn’t resist playing with
smeared his spunk all over my ass. “I fucking love how much you come.”
groaned as he watched me. “I’m one lucky ass-munching dude.”
the fog of arousal clearing, I made some critical connections. “Wait, you’re
Assmuncher66! Aren’t you?”
shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t realize it was you at first.”
got up and pulled down my skirt. “And when you did realize it was me?”
got up, too, and looked down at me. “I knew I wanted a real relationship with
you blocked me?”
wasn’t sure how you’d react, so I thought I’d go about it the old-fashioned
way. Well, in a manner of speaking. You know, work up to it slowly.” He made a
vague motion with his hand. “Tonight kind of accelerated things.”
probably should have been angry. But more than anything, I was overwhelmingly
flattered that he wanted more than cheap cyber-fucking—not that there was
anything wrong with that.
brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “Do you want to quit?”
I want you to take me to your place and show me your Big Lebowski."
been racking my brain, trying to think of the perfect gift for my man on our
first Christmas together. For a number of reasons, I was terribly out of
practice shopping for that special someone. Nothing seemed original enough—especially
for the only man I’d ever truly loved.
I had a very naughty idea. I came up with my own version of “The Twelve Days of
Christmas.” Using some fancy card stock decorated with red and green body
glitter, I wrote the following…
On the first day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…a mind-melting blowjob.
On the second day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…two titty fucks at your pleasure.
On the third day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…three very long French kisses…anywhere.
On the fourth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…four phone sex sessions…anytime.
On the fifth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…five messy facials.
On the sixth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…six early morning lays.
On the seventh day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…seven nights of leisurely shower/bathtub love-making.
On the eighth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…eight handjobs…whenever, wherever.
On the ninth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…nine naughty lap dances.
On the tenth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…ten anal experiences.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, your
true love gives to you…eleven erotic texting sessions at work.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, your true
love gives to you…twelve random sexy selfies.
be told, I would eagerly do any of these things—and a whole lot more—any time
of the year. He knew it, too. But I thought this would be some naughty
I handed him the card, he looked confused at first. As he read it, a slow sexy
smile spread across his handsome face. Then he immediately claimed the first
gift, much to my delight.
took my time worshiping his cock. I especially enjoyed lightly sucking on the
head while teasing the underside with my tongue. The sounds he made as I lavishly
loved him with my mouth got me so hot and bothered. I could feel the moisture coating
my cunt lips and struggled to focus all my attention on him. This dirty Christmas
list was as much a gift for me as it was for him.
a few low grunts, he filled my mouth with his creamy load. I held it there for
him to see. He loved watching me play with his come. As an enthusiastic come
slut, I was only too happy to oblige.
made a big show of holding it in my mouth, then slowly letting it drool down
onto my tits. I caught some of it between my fingers and pulled them apart, admiring
the glistening strands of spunk. Then I licked my messy fingers clean, humming at
the salty-sweet taste of him.
I looked up to meet his scintillating blue gaze and smiled at his expression of
fiery intent. He groaned, then dragged me off to the bedroom. After tying me to
the bed, he chose a particularly stimulating toy and made me scream his name
over and over again.
On the second day of Christmas, he woke me up with his clever mouth, eating my
pussy until I came all over his talented tongue. I was still quivering from the
aftershocks when he climbed up my body and straddled my chest.
chuckled. “I knew you’d be eager for this one.”
grinned down at me. “Fuck yeah!”
was one of his favorite things. That was a big reason why I made it the second
day’s gift. Hmmm, that gave me another wicked idea. Maybe I could come up with
a dirty version of the song “My Favorite Things” for his birthday.
back, he swiped his fingers along my creamy slit, making me gasp as he grazed
my hypersensitive clit. He smeared my cunt juice between my tits, then settled
his cock between them. It was already impressively hard and drooling pre-come.
might sound crazy, but I actually enjoyed him fucking my tits. Being in this
position, with his warm weight above me, appealed to my natural submissive
desires. However, I also got a thrill out of kneeling between his legs,
wrapping my tits around his cock, and jerking him off. Even though I was an
active participant in that scenario, I got immense satisfaction from pleasuring
the one man who deserved my submission.
pushed my abundant flesh together, making a tight titty cunt around his shaft.
The feel of his hard, hot length there was so incredibly intimate and arousing.
I looked up to watch him as he pulled his hips back. The look of pure bliss
that washed over his face reawakened the needy ache in my cunt.
he pushed forward, he looked down and watched the head of his cock emerge from
between my tits. “I love seeing my cock fuck your big tits.”
was extremely hot watching the dusky pink head appear from between my creamy
flesh. It offered a voyeuristic perspective we didn’t get when he fucked my
cunt or ass. I alternated between watching his face and his cock, stroking my
hands up and down his thighs as he set up a slow, steady rhythm. His crinkly
hair tickling my palms was another sensation to savor.
met his burning blue gaze and my arousal climbed even higher. My response was
effortless and thrilling. “A filthy fucking come-slut.”
who do you belong to?”
groaned. “Kiss my dick.”
wasn’t something I needed to be told twice. I lifted my head and he paused long
enough for me to French kiss the tip of his cock. He hissed out a breath and
his cock disappeared again.
was about to pull my head back, but he said, “Keep your head there.”
it was my pleasure. Every time his cockhead appeared from between my tits, I
licked and kissed it as much as I could. His thrusting got increasingly faster,
his balls slapping against me with every motion. A litany of dirty talk poured
from his mouth, getting progressively nastier. His distinctive fuck language
was always an accelerant on the burning desire racing through my veins.
a crescendo, he panted hard and fast. “I’m going to come, dirty girl!”
tilted my head back just before a heavy burst of come hit the underside of my
he kept fucking my tits as he shot several more thick ropes of spunk all over
my neck and chest.
spent, he collapsed beside me.
course, I couldn’t resist playing with the generous load he’d bestowed upon me.
I leisurely dragged my fingers through it and painted it all over my tits, including
around my taut nipples.
I heard that his breathing had calmed, I looked over to see him watching me. “If
there’s any downside to this gift, it’s that I only get to do that twice.”
man, remember how the song goes?”
stared at me with a blank expression. I don’t think all the blood had returned
to his brain yet.
I’m working on something longer, but it’s not quite ready yet—hopefully very
soon, though. However, I felt bad about being unusually silent, so I wrote this quickie,
primarily inspired by the Friday Flash “Jackpot” prompt. So, here you go, a
small but dirty token to prove I haven’t forgotten about you and that you mean
the world to me. Someone once asked me to write four sentences about titty fucking.
I didn’t think I could do it justice in only four sentences, but he seemed to
enjoy it. Let’s see what you think about a complete story with titty fucking in
only five-hundred words. The ending might make you groan, but I never said bad
puns were beneath me. (wicked grin)
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we were passing through Vegas, it was my idea to save ourselves some family
drama and just elope. I also thought he’d get a kick out of having a cheesy Elvis
impersonator marry us. He was all for it, but suggested we make a brief detour to
the hotel casino.
I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
on, we’ll put that freaky intuition of yours to the test.”
my better judgement, I let him drag me over to the roulette table. What can I say,
I was crazy in love with the dude. Amazingly, we actually won our first bet, and
our second, and a third!
grinned at me. “See? You’re my lucky charm!”
hours and several mind-blowing orgasms later, I was sprawled out on our rumpled
bed, a blissfully boneless mass of girl flesh. He kissed his way up my body—after
once again demonstrating what a cunning linguist he was. I thought I was
completely spent, but then he used his talented tongue and teeth on my nipples.
I was moaning and writhing beneath him again, he looked up at me with his burning
blue gaze. “I want to fuck your tits.”
coated his fingers in my ample pussy cream and smeared it between my tits, then
straddled my chest. His drooling cock was hot and heavy along my breastbone. I
squeezed my large mounds together, making a snug titty-cunt around him.
that feels good.”
me, too. I loved him fucking my tits as much as he did. I loved being in a
submissive position and feeling his weight on me. I loved the heat of his hard cock
pushing between my cleavage. I loved him using me for his pleasure and seeing
the ecstasy wash over his handsome face. And I loved the sounds he made and the
filthy litany he uttered while he got himself off.
started rocking his hips and watched as the head of his cock emerged from between
my tits. I lifted my head to lick and kiss the tip every time it appeared.
Groaning, he gradually picked up speed until his balls were slapping the
underside of my tits.
needy ache he always inspired returned and I pressed my thighs together to give
myself some relief.
going to fucking come!”
yeah, give your dirty girl all your spunk!”
several hard grunts, he shot rope after rope of thick, milky come on my chest,
neck, and chin.
collapsed beside me and watched as I played with his come, painting it on my
loved how much he came. If only come were gold…
guess hitting the jackpot proves I’m lucky after all.
chuckled. “What are you talking about? We’re completely broke.”
I’ve got a hot husband now.” I waggled my fingers, showing off the not-quite-gold
band on my finger. “And there’s a motherlode all over my chest.”
originally had this idea for last week’s Wicked Wednesday “Observe” prompt, but
I didn’t get it done in time. My muse has been rather unfocused and difficult
to nail down recently. But when this idea came to me, it kind of wrote itself—just
not fast enough. Anyway, I adjusted it a bit to fit this week’s Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday prompts.
you’re curious, here’s a link to the Turner painting mentioned in this story.
And at the end, there’s a video of the Monty Python song “Always Look on the
Bright Side of Life.”
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been observing him for several weeks. Every morning, he came into the art
museum where I worked and sat in front of a particularly moody painting. It was
a Turner called “The Shipwreck” that we had on loan for a few months.
was an attractive man, a little older than me—maybe in his mid-thirties. I
thought he might work in one of the nearby office buildings, because he was
always dressed in business casual. But his golden-brown hair was a little long and
there was always a day’s worth of stubble on his strong jaw. I never thought I
liked the scruffy look, but on him it was hot.
naturally, I noticed him the first time he came in. With a dour expression of
his face, he’d sit on the bench in front of the Turner, his elbows braced on
his legs and his shoulders slumped. He stared at the painting so intensely I
wondered if he was trying to teleport himself into the turbulent scene. My mind
was overrun with curiosity.
for the heck of it, I read my horoscope every day—not that I really believed it.
However, that morning it read:
the light. Brighten someone’s day and show them all the colors of the rainbow.
that was exactly what I intended to do.
morning,” I said brightly as I sat down beside Mr. Gloomy.
looked at me for a long moment, clearly perplexed, but politeness won out.
nodded my head at the Turner. “You must really like this painting.”
looked down at my blouse and the nametag emblazoned with Teresa. “Don’t
you work here? Aren’t you supposed to tell me what a great work of art it is?”
it’s a masterpiece. Truly. It’s also depressing as hell. I can’t imagine coming
here every day and brooding over it for half an hour.”
You’re much too good looking to be so morose.”
corner of his mouth quirked up for a second, but then he sighed. “I’ve had a
rough time of it.”
I gathered. Want to talk about it?”
don’t want to bore you with my problems.”
I offered.” I nudged his shoulder with mine. “Besides, it’s part of my job here
to make sure the patrons have an enjoyable artistic experience. You are clearly
not having a good time.”
I guess not.”
your mood is contagious.” I leaned closer and stage-whispered, “You’re bringing
everybody down, dude.”
huffed a laugh that sounded kind of rusty. But hey, it was a start. “My ex is
making my life hell and all my supposed friends are traitors.”
you know what?”
I know it’s radically simplistic.”
to mention easier said than done.”
you want her—or him—back?”
And hell no.”
friends like that you don’t need.”
me ask you this. Is wallowing in your misery making you feel any better?”
just playing right into her hands. Don’t let her win. As they say, living well
is the best revenge.”
you should look on the bright side of life. Like the song.”
gave me a blank stare.
Monty Python.” When he continued staring, I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t make
me sing it.”
got a real, full-blown smile this time. “I know the song, but I really can’t
see a bright side of this situation.”
a moment of thought, I said, “Well, was there anything that you enjoyed that
you couldn’t do with your ex? Either because she didn’t like it or wouldn’t let
eyes widened, then his expression turned guilty. “Not really.”
I saw that look. There is something.”
shifted in his seat. “I can’t tell you. It’s…sexual.”
I see. Just between you and me, I’m fairly open-minded about sexual matters.” I
leaned in closer. “I’m actually kind of freaky.”
looked at me speculatively for a moment. “Really?”
yeah.” I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Try me.”
glancing around us, he leaned closer to me and said in a hushed voice, “I’ve
always wanted to give a woman a messy facial, but my ex thought it was
chewed on my bottom lip, but then grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the
are we going?” he asked as I led him down a hall.
office. We need privacy for this.”
we were inside the closet I tried to spend as little time in as possible, I
shut and locked the door behind us.
was leaning against my desk when I turned to face him.
my back to the door, I unfastened the top button on my blouse. “We’re going to
make your dirty fantasy come true.”
smiled at his casual response, because I saw the heat burning in his blue eyes.
As I undid one button after another, he watched intently, his gaze going from
warm to scorching. I pulled the blouse free of my skirt and shrugged it off,
revealing my lace bra dyed in a rainbow pattern.
whole naughty scene was getting me hot, too. Desire unfurled low and slow in my
belly. A needy ache thrummed between my legs and moisture quickly pooled there,
soaking into my matching panties. As his gaze devoured my breasts, my nipples
tightened, pushing against the fine lace.
sauntered up to him and placed my blouse on the desk. “I didn’t want to risk
getting it messy.”
thinking.” His gaze was still focused on my tits. “You should lose the bra too.”
I reached back and unfastened my bra. Then it joined my blouse on the desk.
love your big tits.”
traced my fingers over the blatant erection outlined beneath his slacks. “Do you
want my hand or my mouth?”
his gaze to meet mine, he hissed out a breath. “Both.”
my pleasure.” I meant it too.
between his legs, I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He was gloriously
hard, but I planned to make him even harder. My hand wrapped around the base, I
slowly licked up his shaft, stopping just beneath the head to tease the sensitive
groaned and cupped the back of my head, his hand gently holding my ponytail.
took just the head into my mouth and softly sucked on it. Some pre-come oozed
out onto my tongue, making me moan at the taste of him. I tried to ignore the
growing ache in my horny cunt, focusing all my attention on pleasing him.
a little harder, I slid my mouth down his cock, taking more and more of him until
my nose was buried in his thatch of pubic hair. I loved the heady, musky smell
of him there. I gradually moved back up his shaft, then back down again. I set
up a steady rhythm, up and down, the head of his cock nudging the back of my
throat every time I took all of him.
could hear him breathing hard. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
made me even hotter that I was pleasing him so much—making him forget all the
crap that had been weighing on him. I pressed my thighs together to relieve some
of my neediness and sucked him even harder.
grip on my ponytail tightened, but he didn’t try forcing me into a faster rhythm.
I relinquished his now-slick cock and used my hand to stroke him. “Am I a good
really got off on dirty talk and especially enjoyed being called filthy names.
But right then, I was more drawn to his balls. While I jerked him off, I took
one in my mouth and lightly sucked on it, massaging it with my tongue.
moaned. “You are so fucking hot.”
I gave the other one the same attention, I stroked him harder and faster.
going to fucking come!”
pulled on my ponytail, so I released him and looked up expectantly, my mouth
slightly open. Still holding my head, he took over jerking his cock in forceful
strokes. When the first blast of come hit my glasses, I closed my eyes reflexively.
I heard his soft grunts as several more heavy lines of spunk fell across my
face. Easing my head back even further, he shot two final ropes on my tits.
felt so wonderfully filthy and realized I was grinding my thighs together to
get some much-needed friction.
he released my ponytail, I went to take off my messy glasses so I could see him,
but he stopped me. “Wait, can I take a picture of you like that?”
chuckled. “Sure. Only if you promise to keep it to yourself.”
heard some rustling, then a click from what I assumed was his cellphone.
he gave me the go-ahead, I set aside my come-covered glasses and captured a
thick, milky dollop of spunk that was about to fall off my chin. While he
watched, I painted it on my nipples. I moaned as I smeared the rest of his come
all over my tits, luxuriating in the sweet filthiness of it.
fuck yeah. I’m so fucking horny right now I could self-combust.”
than I would have thought possible, he picked me up and had me sprawled out on
are you doing?”
grinned down at me. “Returning the favor.”
groaned. “Thank fuck.”
didn’t waste any time pushing up my skirt and removing my drenched panties. All
too soon, he had my legs spread wide apart and eagerly demonstrated what a
skilled and talented tongue he had.
ex is a fucking idiot!”
he slid two long fingers deep inside my cunt and I completely lost the ability
to speak—or even form a coherent thought.
several mind-blowing orgasms and I finally came back to earth, we quietly put
ourselves back together. I had a lot more fixing to do than he did, but I
really didn’t mind.
I buy you a coffee after work?”
been using a wet-nap to wipe the come off my face, but stopped to look at him. “I’d
my come on your tits for the rest of the day.”
was the beginning of a beautifully dirty friendship.