Saturday, December 21, 2019

The Shop Around the Corner (A Special ChemSexV2 Freebie)

A 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.

Sometimes, 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.

It 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.

Like 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?

If you enjoy this story and/or would like to read more decadent sex and chocolate erotica, Chemical [se]X 2: Just One More is currently available on Amazon here—and free to read with Kindle Unlimited. If you’d like to read the anthology that started it all, you can find the first volume of Chemical [se]X here.

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Hope you enjoy and Happy Holidays,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Warning: Involves anal play in the form of rimming.

The Shop Around the Corner
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

“He blocked me! Can you believe it?” I ripped open the shipping box with more force than necessary.

My boss paused rearranging the strap-on dildo display and looked back at me over his shoulder. “Who?”


He snorted. “I don’t know how you called him ass-muncher without laughing your ass off.”

I yanked a bunch of packing material out of the box. “He told me to call him Dude.”

“Like The Big Lebowski?”

Holding a gold box, I looked up at him. “What?”

He waved his hand in the air. “You know, ‘the Dude, or Duder, or el Duderino, if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.’”

“Are you having a stroke? Because that sounded like an aphasic fit to me.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s a line from a movie called The Big Lebowski.”

“Oh. Never saw it.”

“That’s just sad.”


I 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?”

He turned to see what I was referring to. “Oh, they’re aphrodisiac chocolates.”


“So 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.

It 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.

As 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.

Going back to my earlier issue…

“I just can’t believe he blocked me.”

He turned and smirked at me. “What did you do?”

I 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 blocked.”


“Well, cyber-fucking.”

“You gotta stop finding guys online.”

“How 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?’”

“I see your point.”

“Anyway, 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 chick.”

The corner of his wide, sensuous mouth lifted. “That’s what happens when you play with boys instead of men.”

I smiled back at him for the first time since the whole blocking incident. “He’s the same age as you.”

“Oh.” He frowned. “Then I’ve got nothing.”

Shaking my head, I set the shipping box aside. “I never imagined he’d do something like that.”

“Forget him. It’s his loss.”

“Yeah, I know. It just sucks, is all. I thought we really had something.” I began arranging the chocolates in a pyramid.

He 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 dude.”

“Oh yeah?”

“We got the latest video from that guy you like so much. The one who comes like Mount Vesuvius.”

“Really?” Now that sounded promising.

He 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 work.”

Holy fuck! Was he actually hitting on me?

A 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 be weird?”

“I promise to keep my hands—and all other appendages—to myself.” He gave me a panty-melting grin. “Unless you say otherwise.”

“Okay. Sure.”

Smooth, really smooth.

I turned and headed for the back before I did or said anything dumb that would change his mind.

While 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 setting.

This 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 travel-size bottles.

I was fidgeting in my seat when he came in and handed me the box of chocolates. “Help yourself while I set this up.”

As 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.

I chuckled when I noticed the chocolates were shaped like pussies and penises.

When he looked at me, I held up the box so he could see.

He laughed. “Clever.”

Unable to resist a moment longer, I popped one of the cocks in my mouth and let it slowly dissolve on my tongue.

The 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.

“Good?” He snagged one of the pussies and put the box on the shelf.

“Mmmm-hmmmm.” 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.

“Wow, these are awesome!”

Out 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.

It 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.

She 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.

“Damn, he’s really going after that thing.”

He groaned. “I would too if I had a hot ass like that in front of me.”

“You’re into that?” I looked over to see him pull off his T-shirt and toss it on the floor.

“Fuck yeah. Aren’t you?”

The sight of his bare chest had me momentarily distracted. “Ah…the Dude and I talked about it.”

“And?” He adjusted himself in his jeans. “Man, it’s really hot in here, isn’t it?”

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.

“So, you’re not into a guy munching on your ass?”

Shaking 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.”

“I’d fucking love to eat your asshole.”


“God, yes!”

Whether 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 it.”

“Are you sure?”


His 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.”

I 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.

Then 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.

“You have such a sweet round ass. Spread your cheeks apart for me.”

Resting 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.

“Christ, your tight little asshole is pretty.”

There 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.

Was he sniffing my asshole? Why did I find that so fucking hot?

I 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.

As 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.

“Stay still.”

“Please, I need you to play with my pussy, too.”

“You only had to ask, babe.”

He 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 nearly enough.

“More, please!”

Without 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 building.

I 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.

When 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.

I 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.

“I’m going to come.”

He groaned. “Fuck, me too.”

“Come on my ass.”

“Are you sure?”


Wanting 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.

He 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.

When 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 it.

I smeared his spunk all over my ass. “I fucking love how much you come.”

He groaned as he watched me. “I’m one lucky ass-munching dude.”

With the fog of arousal clearing, I made some critical connections. “Wait, you’re Assmuncher66! Aren’t you?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t realize it was you at first.”

I got up and pulled down my skirt. “And when you did realize it was me?”

He got up, too, and looked down at me. “I knew I wanted a real relationship with you.”

“So you blocked me?”

“I 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.”

I 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.

He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “Do you want to quit?”

"No, I want you to take me to your place and show me your Big Lebowski."

He grinned. "Babe, I thought you'd never ask."

Monday, December 16, 2019

For My True Love (Masturbation Monday #276 & Wicked Wednesday #394)

Unfortunately, the story I’d hoped to post last week has been delayed due to circumstances beyond my control. For this week, with Christmas fast approaching, I had this naughty idea.

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

For My True Love
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

I’d 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.

Then 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.

Truth 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 Christmas fun.

When 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.

I 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.

With 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.

I 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.

Finally, 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.

I chuckled. “I knew you’d be eager for this one.”

He grinned down at me. “Fuck yeah!”

Titty-fucking 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.

Reaching 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.

This 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.

He 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.

As 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.”

It 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.

“What are you?”

I met his burning blue gaze and my arousal climbed even higher. My response was effortless and thrilling. “A filthy fucking come-slut.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“You. Only you.”

He groaned. “Kiss my dick.”

That 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.

I was about to pull my head back, but he said, “Keep your head there.”

Again, 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.

Reaching a crescendo, he panted hard and fast. “I’m going to come, dirty girl!”

I tilted my head back just before a heavy burst of come hit the underside of my chin.

Growling, he kept fucking my tits as he shot several more thick ropes of spunk all over my neck and chest.

Completely spent, he collapsed beside me.

Of 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.

When 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.”

“Silly man, remember how the song goes?”

He stared at me with a blank expression. I don’t think all the blood had returned to his brain yet.

“Everything gets repeated. Over and over again.”

His eyes lit up and he laughed. “You rock!”

“Anything for my true love on Christmas.”

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Lady Luck (Wicked Wednesday #391 & Friday Flash #73)

Okay, 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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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Lady Luck
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

While 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.

“Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on, we’ll put that freaky intuition of yours to the test.”

Against 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!

He grinned at me. “See? You’re my lucky charm!”

Many 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.

Once I was moaning and writhing beneath him again, he looked up at me with his burning blue gaze. “I want to fuck your tits.”

“Mmmm, yes, please.”

He 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.

“God, that feels good.”

For 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.

He 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.

The needy ache he always inspired returned and I pressed my thighs together to give myself some relief.

“I’m going to fucking come!”

“Fuck yeah, give your dirty girl all your spunk!”

With several hard grunts, he shot rope after rope of thick, milky come on my chest, neck, and chin.

He collapsed beside me and watched as I played with his come, painting it on my tits.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

I loved how much he came. If only come were gold…

“I guess hitting the jackpot proves I’m lucky after all.

He chuckled. “What are you talking about? We’re completely broke.”

“But 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.”

Saturday, November 9, 2019

The Bright Side (Masturbation Monday #271 & Wicked Wednesday #389)

I 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.

If 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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Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

The Bright Side
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

I’d 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.

He 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.

So 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.

Just for the heck of it, I read my horoscope every day—not that I really believed it. However, that morning it read:

Be the light. Brighten someone’s day and show them all the colors of the rainbow.

And that was exactly what I intended to do.

“Good morning,” I said brightly as I sat down beside Mr. Gloomy.

He looked at me for a long moment, clearly perplexed, but politeness won out. “Hi.”

I nodded my head at the Turner. “You must really like this painting.”

“Yeah, it’s…powerful.”

“And depressing.”

He 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?”

“Oh, 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 noticed, huh?”

“Yep. You’re much too good looking to be so morose.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up for a second, but then he sighed. “I’ve had a rough time of it.”

“So I gathered. Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want to bore you with my problems.”

“Hey, 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.”

“No, I guess not.”

“And your mood is contagious.” I leaned closer and stage-whispered, “You’re bringing everybody down, dude.”

He 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.”

“That really sucks.”


“But you know what?”


“Screw ‘em.”

He snorted.

“Okay, I know it’s radically simplistic.”

“Not to mention easier said than done.”

“Do you want her—or him—back?”

“Her. And hell no.”

“Also, friends like that you don’t need.”


“Let me ask you this. Is wallowing in your misery making you feel any better?”


“It’s just playing right into her hands. Don’t let her win. As they say, living well is the best revenge.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

“So you should look on the bright side of life. Like the song.”

He gave me a blank stare.

“From Monty Python.” When he continued staring, I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t make me sing it.”

I got a real, full-blown smile this time. “I know the song, but I really can’t see a bright side of this situation.”

After 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 you?”

His eyes widened, then his expression turned guilty. “Not really.”

“Liar. I saw that look. There is something.”

He shifted in his seat. “I can’t tell you. It’s…sexual.”

“Ah, 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.”

He looked at me speculatively for a moment. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Try me.”

After 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 demeaning.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, but then grabbed his hand and pulled him up off the bench.

“Where are we going?” he asked as I led him down a hall.

“My office. We need privacy for this.”

Once we were inside the closet I tried to spend as little time in as possible, I shut and locked the door behind us.

He was leaning against my desk when I turned to face him.

With my back to the door, I unfastened the top button on my blouse. “We’re going to make your dirty fantasy come true.”

He swallowed. “Okay.”

I 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.

The 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.

I sauntered up to him and placed my blouse on the desk. “I didn’t want to risk getting it messy.”

“Good thinking.” His gaze was still focused on my tits. “You should lose the bra too.”

Grinning, I reached back and unfastened my bra. Then it joined my blouse on the desk.

“I love your big tits.”

I traced my fingers over the blatant erection outlined beneath his slacks. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?”

Lifting his gaze to meet mine, he hissed out a breath. “Both.”

“Mmmm, my pleasure.” I meant it too.

Kneeling 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 spot there.

He groaned and cupped the back of my head, his hand gently holding my ponytail.

I 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.


Sucking 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.

I could hear him breathing hard. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

It 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.

His grip on my ponytail tightened, but he didn’t try forcing me into a faster rhythm.

Reluctantly, I relinquished his now-slick cock and used my hand to stroke him. “Am I a good little cocksucker?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I 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.

He moaned. “You are so fucking hot.”

As I gave the other one the same attention, I stroked him harder and faster.

“I’m going to fucking come!”

He 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.

I felt so wonderfully filthy and realized I was grinding my thighs together to get some much-needed friction.

When 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?”

I chuckled. “Sure. Only if you promise to keep it to yourself.”

“Of course.”

I heard some rustling, then a click from what I assumed was his cellphone.

Once 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.

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Mmmm, fuck yeah. I’m so fucking horny right now I could self-combust.”

Faster than I would have thought possible, he picked me up and had me sprawled out on my desk.

“What are you doing?”

He grinned down at me. “Returning the favor.”

I groaned. “Thank fuck.”

He 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.

“Your ex is a fucking idiot!”

Then he slid two long fingers deep inside my cunt and I completely lost the ability to speak—or even form a coherent thought.

After 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.

“Can I buy you a coffee after work?”

I’d been using a wet-nap to wipe the come off my face, but stopped to look at him. “I’d love that.”

“One thing…”


“Leave my come on your tits for the rest of the day.”

It was the beginning of a beautifully dirty friendship.