The Comic Shop - Sex Stories

The Comic Shop

... grabbed his clothes. He put them on while running for the door, not saying a single word, and not looking back- clearly too embarrassed to do anything else. After the door shut, Tim looked half-amused, half-sorry for his friend and turned to face us. Tim’s eyes fixated on my now gleaming breasts as he spoke, “I’ll make sure he’s okay and we’ll call a cab. Thanks for an unforgettable, unbelievable night, Moriah. I had a lot of fun, and I’m glad you were my first, though I think I still have a lot to learn.” “No, Tim. Thank you for fucking me like the whore I am.” I winked then glanced at his boxers once again, where his cock was. “If you want, I could teach you everything I know, and maybe we could learn a few things together.” Tim went to the back office and emerged a few minutes later with his clothes on. He thanked James for the beer, the game, and letting him claim me for an hour as his own, then left. James and I locked and dead bolted the door, and unplugging the OPEN sign that was switched to CLOSED just to make sure there would be no visitors the next day. After James and I made sure the boys got a cab safely, I went to the bathroom and cleaned off my chest with cold water. James came up behind me as I was wiping myself dry and I felt the familiar warmth of his dick between my legs. That was all I needed. We made love until the sun came up the next morning, fucking in the back office and collapsing in sheer pleasure induced exhaustion. I love my job . I thought to myself, and fell fast asleep with James next to me, snoring and wearing a huge smile on his face.