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.
Please
click on the badges below the story to read all the other posts!
Hope
you enjoy and Happy Holidays,
Ria
;)
Website:
http://www.riarestrepo.com
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?”
“Assmuncher66.”
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.”
“Whatever.”
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.”
“Seriously?”
“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.”
“Fucking?”
“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.”
“Really?”
“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?”
“Yes!”
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?”
“Yes!”
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."
