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 ;)

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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."