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Turned out, Ellen liked that, too, her moaning low and consistent. Curt picked up his pace, enjoying the look of calm on Ellen’s face as she watched Mary’s body undulate bedside her in that deliciously frenzied state.

That’s when Curt felt Dylan’s presence, his hand on his ass, and, finally, his wet finger pressing on his asshole. Curt did his best to accommodate Dylan, spreading his legs just a little wider, while staying focused on not interrupting his rhythm, Ellen and her orgasm clearly his priorities. Curt noticed that Dylan was holding perfectly still as Mary moved her body against the dildo, taking her pleasure with every wild thrust, her groaning only growing louder.

When Dylan slipped his finger inside his asshole, Curt released a breathy moan and felt Ellen’s cunt spasm around his cock in response. It was a scene Curt wished he could capture forever: Mary fucking herself against Dylan’s strap on, taking all of that massive cock now, her pussy juice covering its length; Dylan fucking Curt’s ass with not one but two fingers, his cock stirring beneath his dildo, showing signs of life again; Ellen finally coming in a giant wave of thrusts and wails as soon as Dylan leaned in and grabbed Curt by his chin and pressed their lips together, Dylan’s tongue soon meshing with Curt’s. Curt had never felt so lit up, so held in that place of pure pleasure, the one you’re in just before you erupt, the shuddering release moving from genitals, to chest, to knees, to scalp, to toes. Mary’s orgasm soon followed, and Curt wondered, with the headboard knocking the wall the way it was, if the picture frames holding her and Dylan’s wedding photos would fall from the adjoining wall.

Now, Curt, he was still in that place—happy birthday to me, he thought—and enjoyed thrusting forward into Ellen’s hot, wet pussy, still clenching him, and then rocking his hips back onto Dylan’s fingers holding firm in his ass. Who wouldn’t like this? Pleasure on both ends, pleasure everywhere. At first, he thanked—he praised—the chocolates, but then decided to give credit where credit was due: to his wife, to his best friends. It wasn’t until Mary sat up, her face relaxed and nipples still hard, her breath ragged as she watched her husband fuck Curt and Curt fuck his wife, and it wasn’t until Dylan pulled his fingers straight from Curt’s asshole and then gave his butt cheeks a good, hard slap, that Curt pulled his cock out of Ellen’s pussy, heard Ellen’s softly chanted encouragement of “yeah, baby,” and blew his load all over his wife, from her tits to her stomach, without even needing to hold his cock.

“You magnificent bastard,” Dylan said as Curt’s thighs grew shaky, exhausted from their work. “You magnificent bastard.”

Curt collapsed to the bed next to Ellen, his wife closest to Dylan and Mary, with Mary exploring Dylan’s body again, rubbing his thighs while she kissed his growing cock beneath that dildo. Soon, Dylan held the massive dildo flat against his stomach so that Mary could take as much of him as she wanted into her mouth.

Curt spooned Ellen, wrapping and arm around her.

“Curt,” Ellen said, “I need a tissue. Or some tissues.”

“Oh, right,” Curt said, rolling back on the bed to get to his feet, noticing then his come in the hair on his forearm. The tissue box was on Mary’s chest of drawers. He grabbed one, then changed his mind, grabbing three more.

Ellen reclined on her elbows while Curt dabbed and wiped his come from her body. “Good boy,” she said. “You’re a good birthday boy.”

Curt smiled, dropping the balled-up tissues to the floor and taking his spot next to his wife again. He pulled her down to the mattress, down into his arms.

Chocolate Covered

F. Leonora Solomon

Lotte had started her temp assignment at the Acme Confection Company to replace a temp who had left to pursue acting. Acme had a tendency to work with attractive, creative types and provide them with flexible assignments. Maybe that explained the detachment with which some of the employees treated her. She didn’t mind so much—it allowed her to work on her freelance writing while she was there.

She had had a cushy writing job at Candy magazine, but they had recently relegated her to a freelancer and the pay was no longer enough for her to live on. When her friend Sherilyn told her about her temp agency, hoping they would end up working together, Lotte was all for it.

Dressed in a red velvet bow skirt and crisp white blouse that showed off her curves dangerously, she went in for the interview. It had gone well, and they had work for her that day. She was amused at the thought of working at a candy company, while still writing for Candy.

Her assignment was to be the receptionist and administrative assistant to Rupert Back, an Acme executive whose assistant had left. Lotte had no questions about why. Even though he was stunningly good-looking, he was demanding and unrelenting. He called her into his office on her second day to complain that she had not watered his plants—which he had not asked her to do.

“A good admin should be intuitive. I should not even have to tell you what I need. You should just know,” he said, holding his fingers to his temples. He had particularly lovely hands, she had noted, as she followed the pattern of his veins. She couldn’t help noticing that he was not wearing a ring.

Lotte had pressed the edges of her sugar-plum–colored nails inside her palms and silently nodded, because she did not know what to say now that he expected her to be clairvoyant.

Other than that, she liked the flexibility of the job, and that it was a candy company. There were mandatory samples of candy at her desk for the visitors. She was given a key to the appropriately named goodie closet, so that she could replenish the candy supply that ran low all day long. Acme was very proactive about giving out samples—except of their new notoriously sexy line of chocolates that was reported to have aphrodisiacal effects. Employees were strictly forbidden to eat that chocolate during working hours; however, they were allowed to take a box home.

Her box was still unopened.

Lotte got up now, caressing the silver key necklace encrusted with diamonds that dangled about her neck, and walked to the goodie closet to pull out a box of cookie dough bonbons. She popped one in her mouth immediately—it was almost lunchtime, and she was ravenous.

She cradled it with her lips to slowly suck the thick, dark chocolate covering, before letting it enter completely in her mouth.

It was right then that Rupert walked into the reception area, and stared at her mouth. Lotte stopped sucking the bonbon, licked the melted chocolate off her lips, and hurriedly chomped down on it to swallow.

His eyes lingered on her mouth, and then he proceeded to berate her about something she had not psychically known.

“The next time you get coffee for me, and I say black, I mean black. Nothing. All this extra stuff you gave me was a waste…”

He dropped all of the sweeteners she had gotten for him on her desk, and even with the leftover taste of cookie dough she tasted bitterness. She had gotten all the sweeteners, because he had said he wanted it black but had not indicated if he wanted it sweetened. She had gotten raw and actual sugar, artificial sweeteners, honey, and agave syrup, which were now all in a pile before her. If she had not caught a glimpse of her coffee cup on the desk—that he had treated her to—she would have burst into tears.

“I am sorry.” She looked down at a packet of agave syrup.

“What did you say? It sounds like your mouth is full…”

Lotte looked up at him, swallowed.

“I am sorry,” she enunciated, she hoped clearly enough for him this time.

“Okay,” he said, and stalked off.

Sherilyn was standing behind him, slack-jawed. Lotte didn’t have to wonder how much her friend had overheard when she saw the way Sherilyn’s burnt umber lips twisted.

“Are you okay?”

Lotte nodded, grabbing her bag. “Let’s go to lunch! I am dressed in chocolate, like you asked me to!”

Lotte’s bag and velvet skirt were chocolate brown, and her top was the color of chocolate nougat that would be covered with caramel inside a chocolate covered bar.

She did not want to talk about Rupert. It was odd—he was abrupt and tightly wound, but he did treat her to coffee every time he sent her to buy his. He asked her to do a lot of work after hours, but he bought dinner and ordered her a car home. Yet every time she was not perfect, he verbally attacked her and almost made her cry.

And she was embarrassed that he saw her with the cookie dough bonbon. The way she savored it. She was afraid he would start to see her like the other men in the office—George Moore in particular, who constantly circled her desk like a pesky flying insect. Other male coworkers told her that she looked more delicious than Acme chocolates. Since they felt she was dispensable as a temp, some of them came onto her hard and with little innovation.

But Rupert… Secretly, she would not have minded if he paid attention to her. The fact that he just stared at her lips made her feel sexless. She usually felt confident and attractive in the impression she created—she was sure, for example, that’s how she got this job. Not that she used her looks all the time, but she could usually rely on them when she needed to.

Not with Rupert…

No, she did not want to talk about him with Sherilyn or anyone.

“I should have chocolate-covered lips like you,” she said to change the subject.

Sherilyn smiled. “Well, when you come to a chocolate-making company, honey, you have to look as good as the chocolates!” Sherilyn swung her hips and pursed her lips as if for a kiss, taking her lipstick out of her purse—and indeed it was called “chocolate covered.”

Lotte was happy she had had a large lunch with Sherilyn, because she ended up working a lot later than usual. There was so much work that she barely had time to look up from her computer, including when George tried to entice her with what she recognized as a box of the new sexy chocolates. Feigning hard work, she had not even looked up at him.

“I’ll leave the box for you, doll, and in case you change your mind… we can go in the conference room. The walls are soundproof, so nobody will hear how wild I will drive you!” he stuck out his tongue at her lasciviously.

She never looked up, but had listened for the sound of him leaving the reception area and used her peripheral vision to make sure that he had walked away.

A while later, exhausted from typing and happy that George had left for the day—but not before another display of his tongue—she paused working to catch her breath. She thought that if she finished even more than she had been asked for, she would compensate for the black coffee incident and be on Rupert’s good side again.

Lotte went back to work. The next time she looked up, she saw Rupert putting a chocolate in his mouth. She took the moment to stare at his mouth as he had stared at hers. His mouth and hands were the only things she had permitted herself to look at for any length of time. He savored the bonbon the same way she did—she knew he had a weakness for chocolates since he often took one from her desk and she had brought boxes to his office at his request.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked, selecting a second chocolate. “I am hungry.” He picked up the box that was on the counter and Lotte froze.

He had just eaten two of the chocolates from the sexy line. She jumped up from her desk.

“I am actually leaving now!” she said a bit more abruptly than she had planned to, but she knew that she had to get out of there because she had heard stories about the effects of those chocolates. It did not take long for them to kick in either.

“I still will buy you dinner first. You can eat and then go.”

Lotte practically jumped out of her skin.

“That is very kind of you, Rupert, but you don’t have to.”

“I want to. I would be injured if you do not want me to do that for you. I was really too hard on you earlier today, and it was not really that big of a deal.”

She nodded. He had never showed this side to her before, and she wondered whether the chocolate could really be that powerful. What was he going to do in the office with glass doors where people could see?

“Okay,” she smiled softly and sat back down.

“So what do you want?”

“Whatever, you are the one that is hungry. How about that Indian place you like so much—the regular?

Rupert nodded, and she ordered the food online. When she finished, typing with a flourish, she noticed that he looked at her longer than he usually did.

“Yes, I am hungry…” he said, and put his hand on her shoulder, his hand lingering, his fingers that she had admired splayed a bit. “You look like a chocolate bonbon, like on the cover of the box…” He went to pick up the box, but then his hand dug more into her shoulder. “You feel like an Acme bonbon tastes, like chocolatey silk. Kind of like that other company says their chocolates taste, and they come close, but ours really feel like silk. You feel like that.”

Lotte tried to stand up again, but his hand did not move from her shoulder. It was not that he was trying to force her down, but more like he was not able to keep his hands off of her. She put her hand over his.

“Rupert,” she picked up the box of chocolates from the counter. “You ate chocolates from the new line… the new sexy line…”

He stared at her as if absorbing what she was saying, his hand digging deeper into her shoulder.

“You put them out on the counter? You wanted me to want to fuck you?”

Lotte felt a rush of heat. She wished she was that devious. Yes, she did want him to fuck her, she realized, but not like this.

“No, George came out here, and he was trying to come on to me and left them here.”

“So George wanted to fuck you?!”

When he said fuck, she felt sweat bud over her temples. She wanted to wipe it way, but couldn’t.

“Well, yes, but it was my fault that I did not move the box. If you feel like fucking me, it’s the chocolate.”

“You really think that the chocolate is making me want to fuck you?” He dropped his hands to his side. “Haven’t you paid attention to the press releases I write? Sure, the chocolates can make you want to fuck an absolute stranger, but the reason they work is because they heighten everything sexual about the other person. Their pheromones. It lets you see their sexual readiness. I can smell you, not just your violet perfume, but I can smell you, and it’s driving me crazy.”