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Under The Coat

By: GoddessVictoria



Because of the insomnia and all the thoughts running through my mind I decide to go to an all-night supermarket and that's when I see the tall naked woman.

I cannot see her naked body. She is wearing a long coat buttoned up to the neck. All I can see is her face. It is very pale. Her hands are pale too. And her feet. Her feet are bare and look as if she has recently had them pedicured. I think to myself that the soles of her feet must feel very cold as she walk along the aisles of the all night supermarket. She is like a marble statue.

I decide to follow her. There is no logical reason for my decision. I try not to make it too obvious but to be honest i don't think she would notice. A woman who decides to walk through an all-night supermarket whilst naked beneath a long coat is totally immersed in a world of her own. At least that's what I think but maybe i am wrong. Maybe she is trying to find a place in the world. You can never be totally certain about people and their reasons for doing certain things. Everyone is lost to a certain extent.

She continues to walk. She has a basket in her hand. In the basket there is a loaf of whole-meal bread, six oranges in a string bag, a tin of salmon, a tub of yogurt. She likes to eat healthy I surmise. But again I could be wrong.

I wonder what her story is or if indeed she has one. She must have a story or is she just an aimless character wandering through a story? And is that the way she feels? That she has no real purpose in life? That walking naked through an all-night supermarket gives her life some meaning in purpose? Does it make her feel brave, powerful, sexual?

I want to say something to her but have no idea what it is so I just continue to follow her. She puts some more items in her basket and goes up to the check out. I go to the checkout beside her. I do not want to stand behind her. I pay for the items I have in my basket, Put them into a paper carrier bag and then I go outside to my car.

I decide to have a cigarette. I roll down the window. The tall naked woman is standing in the middle of the car park. She is looking around. Her expression is vacant. I take another drag on my cigarette as I observe her. Is she waiting for someone? A man perhaps? Maybe that's why is naked underneath her long coat. Some erotic game. A form of foreplay.

Then she turns her head and looks directly at my car. Directly at me. Her lips move as though she is about to say something but no words come out. She just continues to look at me.

"Are you Okay?" I ask her.

She speaks: "I think so."

"Are you waiting for somebody?"

She shakes her head.

I finish my cigarette and stub it out in the car ashtray.

"Do you need a lift somewhere? Do you live far from here?"

"Is there a hotel nearby?" she asks me.

I think for a moment. There is a hotel but it is one of those hotels that rents out rooms by the hour. Is that the kind of hotel that she wants?

"There is one," I tell her "But I'm not sure if it will take reservations this late."

"Can you drive there. Please? I'm very tired."

I wonder then if maybe I should driver her to a hospital. Instead I open the passenger door. "Yes, I can drive you there."

She gets into the car.

The hotel is still taking reservations. The desk clerk smirks as he hands her the key to the room.

"Can you come up to the room with me?" she asks. There is an almost pleading tone in her voice and she looks at me as though nothing in the world makes any sense to her.

I hesitate for a moment then agree to go up to the room with her.

When we are in the room she closes the door. Then she unbuttons her coat, slides it over her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. I look at her naked body.

"Are you shocked?"

Her flesh is very pale. I am aroused by it.

"No," I tell her.

She smiles then and moves towards me. She grasps one of my hands and places it against one of her breasts. Then she strokes my cheek. Her breast feels cold against my hand but her hand against my cheek feels warm.

"I have never done anything like this before," She tells me. "I have never been with another Woman like this."

She kisses me then. I respond to her kiss. I wonder if maybe I have fallen asleep and if this is all a dream.

She leads me towards the bed. Then her hands are up upon me. Her lips, her tongue. She glides her tongue across my breasts, between my legs. I moan softly.

"Shhh" she says. She kisses me again. I shiver as I feel the heat of her touch. Her fingers penetrate me and she moves them gently at first. Then faster.

She kisses my toes and I shiver. A tear trickles down my cheek. I taste the saltiness of it.

I close my eyes and the world seems to have some meaning or maybe I have just made sense of meaningless?

When I open my eyes again, the floor is cold beneath the soles of my feet. I have a basket in my hand. My coat is buttoned up the neck. I can feel my breasts pushing against the fabric of my coat. Somebody is watching me.

Under the Control of Mr. Evans Ch. 01



Thanks to my new friend J for some naughty inspiration. 

***

I drew a pair of silk panties out of the inner pocket of my overnight bag and stepped into them, drawing them up to sit low on my hips and then bent back towards the case to pull out a matching bra when I felt a stinging blow on the side of my ass cheek—the crack of flesh meeting flesh was rather shockingly loud in our quiet hotel room.

"Ow!" I said, whirling around to face my husband Bryan. "What was that for?" A bit of spanking was not new for us, but it had always been part of foreplay before.

He stepped close and grabbed my chin, an unreadable expression in his dark eyes. "Are you backing out of this? Is the deal off?"

I yanked my chin from his grasp and eased away, turning my back on him. My ass was smarting and my mind racing. Could I do this? Could I turn myself over to my husband for a day, letting him dictate every aspect of my dress and demeanor? Could I let him control my body and bend me to his will? Two words echoed in my mind -- let him -- and in that moment I remembered once again that ceding my power to Bryan did not mean I was weak and lacking in confidence, quite the opposite, it meant I was strong and confident enough to let someone else take the reins knowing that ultimately I was in control. I was choosing to give my husband this gift of turning myself over to be used for his pleasure. I knew he wouldn't abuse my trust.

Turning back around, I met his eyes for a moment and then slid the panties down my legs, stepped out, and tossed them on the open lid of my bag. "May I wear a bra?" I asked blandly.

Bryan's eyes narrowed slightly and held mine for a moment before drifting down to take in the creamy white flesh of my bare tits. I felt my nipples tighten in response to his scrutiny. "Wear the black push up and the skirt and top we discussed. None of the shoes you own are quite right, so the first thing we'll do is go buy you some sexy shoes."

I went about getting dressed, but I was a little confused. Bryan hated shopping. Unless it was lingerie shopping, he seemed to like that well enough. The bra I was slipping on was something he had purchased for me. I didn't think my D cup breasts needed any pushing up, but it definitely displayed them attractively and created a lot of cleavage. I unfolded the skirt and stepped into it sideways so I could do it up in the front and then tug the zipper to where it belonged on the side. I often wore a thong with this skirt to avoid a panty line, so it did not feel all that strange to have the silky lining caressing my bare ass cheeks as it shifted into place. I had always liked this skirt, especially how it flared out drawing attention to my subtle curves. As much as I liked how the skirt looked, I tended not to wear it because it was hell on a windy day keeping that thing from flying up and showing off my ass. Bryan knew that, and I suspected that was exactly why he had demanded I wear it. 

I took a few steps and drew the delicate knit top that I was to wear from a coat hanger by the door. It was charcoal grey with silver threads shot through it and had a plunging neckline. Not cheap or trashy, but daring and sexy. I had to admit, paired with black push up, it made my rack look pretty damned good.

Although we were out of town so as to lessen the chance of being seen by anyone we knew, I was still anxious to protect my anonymity, so I had persuaded Bryan to help me pick out a wig. I wrapped my shoulder length, curly brown hair up and then tugged a net turban over my head to give me something to clip the wig to. I pulled the wig we had chosen in place and secured it with bobby pins. When I was done, I shook my head, enjoying the way the straight hair swooshed around my face. Curly hair is nice, but it just doesn't swoosh. The dark, fringed bob that extended an inch or so below my chin actually looked really good on me—different, for sure, but it accentuated my face.

I turned around to seek out Bryan and found him at the window. He was holding the curtain back a little and peering down at the street.

"How do I look?" I asked, aware of the huskiness of my own voice.

Bryan stayed where he was for a moment, continuing to look pensively down at the street before letting the curtain fall back into place and turning his head to look at me. My pulse skittered and I felt something that must have been adrenaline coursing through my system as his eyes went from the hair to my cleavage, down my front to the skirt and then slowly down my legs to my bare feet and back up again. I'm pretty sure my husband had never looked me over quite like that before. I felt objectified, I felt aroused. Judging by the bulge that appeared in Bryan's trousers, he too was turned on. I wondered if he was imagining what he was going to have me do as the day went on.

I watched as he walked over to me and ran his fingers through the tips of the hair to cup my cheek. He leaned in and I thought he was going to give me a kiss, but instead his lips came near to my ear. 

"Get on your knees and suck my cock."

My stomach dropped and my pussy clenched. My husband had never before ordered me to suck his cock. He had hinted, he had outright asked, but he had never before simply told me to do it. And normally we had a teasing game where we continually reminded each other that it was "our" cock. Today it wasn't ours—the cock was completely his and so was I. Today, we were playing by very different rules. Today, I was giving my husband permission to control me. I sank to my knees.

"Will you take it out, or do you want me to do it?"

"Take it out."

I started to undo the fastening on his slacks, but Bryan pushed my fingers away from the button. "Just unzip me and pull it out."

I drew the zipper down and reached my hand in expecting to have to navigate the front of his boxer briefs, but instead I encountered hot, hard flesh. Clearly, I wasn't the only one going commando. That made my stomach flutter. I wondered what he had in mind that would be aided by us not having to bother with underwear. There were so many dirty possibilities that the mind boggled. In my head I heard a cartoonish big bad wolf voice say, "The better to fuck you with my dear," and struggled not to snicker at my own idiocy.

No teasing, I reminded myself and simply lifted the semi-erect cock out of his pants and held it up towards his abdomen so I could apply my tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft. It pulsed and got fully erect very quickly. Bryan's breath hitched when I reached the crown and slowly circled my tongue around the glans several times. With it still raised up, I could easily access the highly sensitive area at the base of the corona, which I used my tongue to probe and stroke. A muffled moan told me I was giving him pleasure. This day was a no strings attached gift of pleasure.

"Enough," he said, his voice gravelly, "suck it."

I tilted the shaft back down towards my lips, opened up and took the glans into my mouth and began to gently surround it with my lips and tongue in rapid little sucks. Obviously not satisfied with this, Bryan's hand stole behind my head and he simultaneously thrust his hips forward and pulled my head towards him, succeeding in ramming his cock all the way back to my throat. I gagged a little and felt extra saliva pooling around the head. His hands settled on my ears and I had a second to grasp on to his legs for balance before he took control of my head to move it up and down on his cock in time with his subtle thrusts. I applied suction and gripped his legs tighter as he fucked my mouth hard and fast. He was muttering and moaning, clearly very turned on by this, so I tried to relax my neck, keep my teeth the hell out of the way, and do whatever I could to further his pleasure.

"Take it," gruffly told me, repeating that several times as he continued to use my mouth to pleasure himself. He came quickly with a roar and then sank back onto the bed. I used the back of my hand to gather up a trail of cum and saliva from around my mouth and on my chin.

Well, I thought, that definitely put the wig to the test. I rose and went to the sink to take a drink of water and apply a fresh coat of lipstick. I double checked the pins on the wig and was pleased to see that it was still firmly in place. Bryan had fallen back on the bed, his now flaccid cock hanging out of his pants, little drops of his cum and my saliva visible against the dark material of his slacks. Grabbing a wash cloth from beside the sink I wiped his cock and tucked it back in his pants and zipped him back up and then dabbed the front of his trousers a little with the other end of the cloth.

When I came back from returning the cloth, Bryan was back at the window a rather brooding look on his face.

"I have a request to make," I said quietly.

His stormy gaze met mine. "That was a little out of control, we should call this off."

"Hell, no," I told him with a bit of a Mona Lisa smile. "I actually kind of got off on that. I want to give you pleasure and so I genuinely enjoyed that you enjoyed it. You were rough, but you didn't hurt me. I'm not made of glass, I'm not going to shatter because my husband face fucks me," I paused and fanned my myself a little. 

"That sounds so hot to say," I admitted, then I leveled a look at him and said it again, carefully enunciating each word. "You faced fucked me."

For a long moment we let that hang in the air and gazed at one another, then Bryan pushed himself away from the window and came to stand a few feet in front of me.

"So what's your request?"

I sighed and gestured in a way that suggested I was grappling with something. "I need separation. I need a way of keeping this...game if you will, in perspective. I think I need to call you something else. Today you can't be Bryan and I can't be Desire"

He made a hmm sound and looked thoughtful.

"And don't suggest 'master' or 'sir,'" I hastened to add, "I'm not your sub or your slave, I'm a woman giving my partner my permission to do with me as he would like for a day."

"Call me Mr. Evans," he said decisively.

I gave him a considering look. As simple as that? Our surname? "Alright, Mr. Evans."

"Now go put your shoes on Ms. Williams, we're going out."

My maiden name. We shared a look and a half smile. "As you wish, Mr. Evans," I said, bowing my head ever so slightly.

(Author's note: I'll write more of this when I can, but with a flashy/flirty skirt, no panties, and the promise of shoe shopping...tell me you don't know where this is going next!)



Under the Counter



It had been over a week since Alana had had her first bisexual experience with Rene, and Rene had been bugging her about it ever since. While Rene had a sex-drive that wouldn't quit and was openly bisexual, Alana had always been more conservative when it came to sex. She had tried some new things recently--things Rene would have considered ridiculously tame, like surfing Internet porn--but even her willingness to experiment was held back by her inability to land a date. Before, she had been just frustrated by all this. Now she was somewhat confused.

Alana was a young-looking 26, but her sexual side had been mostly dormant for the past few years. She was 5'10", with an athletic body, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She had a cute, small nose, and an energetic smile. Her legs were long, her skin virtually flawless, and her d-size breasts rounded out a terrific little package. For someone with a body like hers, sex should have been an easy subject.

This recent wild twist in Alana's life happened very unexpectedly, however, and Alana didn't know what it meant, or if it meant anything at all. She definitely enjoyed it, and she couldn't ignore the fact that women had begun to dominate her sexual thoughts and fantasies, but admitting to herself that she may be bi wasn't that easy. After all, she thought, all she and Rene did was have phone sex. Could such a small thing really change a person so greatly? The idea frightened her.

But it also made her very wet.

With someone like Rene to fantasize about, it was easy to see why. Like her friend, Rene looked much younger than her 26 years, and her body added greatly to that illusion. She was tall, nearly six-foot, and rail-thin, which only made her C-cup breasts look larger. Deep, dark lashes surrounded her blue eyes, and her short hair was so black it shimmered in the light. Her skin was very white, and the dark clothes she always wore added to that effect.

Rene thought things were going to change right away after that evening on the phone, but Alana was resistant to the idea. Though Rene had never pressured her friend to "play on the other side" before, the possibility was too close now to just leave alone. Eventually she decided Alana needed to do this at her own pace. In the meantime, Rene would continue to drop some not-so-subtle hints that the offer still stood.

Even now she was trying to think of something cute and clever to say as she walked towards Alana's office. They owned and managed a small moving business together, and were the only ones who actually worked at the office. Rene and Alana both loved that fact, as it allowed them to work more casually, with only occasional visits from customers or employees to interrupt them. Rene turned into the office with a big grin. "Hey--"

Rene was so shocked that she swore she felt her heart stop. Though she caught only a glimpse of Alana's computer screen before it clicked off to a spreadsheet, the image on it was crystal clear: Two sexy, young women in a classic 69. The blonde was completely naked, but the busty brunette wore knee-high black vinyl boots. The blonde's pussy was shaved, and the brunette's tongue was buried in it.

"Oh, hi!" Alana shot back. "You scared me. I thought you were still on the phone."

She was trying to play this off, hoping Rene hadn't seen the monitor.

"Sorry," Rene said, trying to suppress a devilish grin. " I was just about to lock up."

Alana stood up, trying to get in front of the computer, and made a big show of looking busy; shifting papers around, opening and closing desk drawers as if searching for something.

"Okay," Alana said, her voice quick and unsteady. "I'm just about done here...Do we have any more paper for this printer?"

"I think I have some...."

Rene stepped a bit further into the room for another glance at the computer. The taskbar on the bottom was still visible, and it identified two programs as running. One was for the spreadsheet. The other was the Internet, and it read 'Lesbians XXX...'

That little slut! Rene thought to herself, smiling. It was then that Rene knew. Alana was into this, after all. She just didn't know how to approach it. She couldn't talk herself into asking for it, and probably didn't even know how. Well, Rene thought, if Alana won't make the first move, then--

"Oh," Rene said, interrupting her own thoughts. "It's in the other room. Under the counter. I'll get it."

Rene stepped out into the front room and squatted down behind the service counter. There were no shelves or drawers here, the counter was basically just a wall with a top with miscellaneous office junk stacked beneath it. Rene was literally under the counter herself before she found the paper reams. She was still sorting through the mess when the bell on the front door hinge rang. Someone was here. She was about to stand up and greet whoever it was, but Alana beat her to it.

"Hi, sir," Alana said cheerfully, walking toward the counter. "How can I help you?"

Alana stopped so that her crotch was right at Rene's eye level. Normally neither Rene nor Alana would have thought anything of it, but today was going to be different. Rene become short of breath as she considered how to go about doing this, and if she could really get away with it.

Listening to the conversation above, Rene made sure not to move a muscle, so as not to make a sound. This would only work if the customer didn't know she was there. The guy sounded old, and probably had bad hearing, Rene hoped. He also seemed very anal, and not too bright, as Alana had to talk him through every detail of the moving service. Before she finished answering one question, he already had two more, and was being very long winded about it.

Perfect, Rene thought, and she smiled.

Carefully she moved her hands toward Alana's waist. She was wearing a short, beige skirt today. Rene always teased Alana about wearing business attire to the office. She could have just as easily gotten away with old jeans or a pair of shorts, which was what Rene wore today. It seemed funny to Rene now, as a skirt was going to be so much easier to take off than anything else would have been.

Careful not to scare her and blow the whole plot, Rene carefully placed her hands on Alana's hips, and then slid her hands around her waist to her back. Most people would have been able to see over a counter enough to catch this movement, but Rene knew she had been blessed with having the service desk built on a six-inch raised platform. The average person probably couldn't see anything below Alana's bust line.

Alana meanwhile, continued talking with the old man as she grew confused about what the hell Rene was doing down there. At first she thought Rene needed her to get out of the way so she could get up, but when Alana tried to step aside, Rene firmly held her in place. She had almost said something, but didn't want to interrupt the old man, or give him the impression that he didn't have her full attention.

Then the unexpected happened. Alana nearly choked when she felt Rene unhook and unzip the back of her skirt. What the fuck is she doing, she thought. But then she knew, as her skirt was already at her ankles, and Rene's warm little hands were sliding up her smooth, naked calves. Alana took a deep breath and struggled to keep up with the old man's questions. 

She didn't know how to handle this, and worse still, she didn't have a chance to think about it. This guy was potentially going to give them a lot of business, and his impatient demeanor made Alana certain that he would walk right out if she didn't take him very seriously. She was very nervous, but also undeniably aroused.

Below, Rene's hands slid up and around Alana's thighs. Alana told herself that she didn't want this--to be in this position with a customer right there. But she would have been lying to Rene and herself if she had pulled away in disgust. It felt too good, not just physically, but mentally, as well. Rene was releasing all that tension and confusion, and the one big question Alana had been pondering had been finally answered. Despite the uncomfortable situation, Alana wanted this, and the possibilities of what Rene might do next were driving her wild.

Licking her lips, Rene placed her hands on Alana's ass and caressed her through the thin fabric of her white panties. She inhaled deeply, but quietly, and took in the unmistakable scent of her friend's arousal. Leaning forward, Rene put her nose so it was just touching the crotch of Alana's panties. They were already damp. She inhaled again, then stuck out her tongue and licked the fabric between her legs. Alana's whole body jerked in response.

Above, Alana was gripping the edge of the counter so hard that her knuckles were white and strained. It was all she could do to keep her concentration on this man and his conversation. She was breathing heavier now, and if this damn old guy had relaxed for a second, he probably would have noticed Alana's face grow flush.

Rene hooked her fingers around the waistline of the panties and slowly pulled them down. She was very surprised to see that Alana had shaved herself bald. It was an incredible sight to behold--all that smooth, flawless skin surrounding the stunning, velvety folds of the most beautiful vagina Rene had ever seen. The lips were thick and pink, and glistening with Alana's excitement. Her little clit was poking out, begging for attention. Rene was in Heaven, and she was determined to bring Alana along with her.

Dipping her head forward, Rene repeated her previous move by touching the tip of her nose to just above Alana's clit and breathing in. She put her hands back on Alana's ass and squeezed and massaged her cheeks. Rene darted her tongue out again, placing its tip right into the center of Alana's warm pussy folds, and she trembled when she tasted her best friend for the first time.

Alana shuddered, too, and she dropped the pen that she was using to write down the old man's information. He saw it and looked to her, seeing her eyes roll back into her head and then close, just for an instant. Alana tried to recover by holding her hand up to her nose, and pretending to suppress a sneeze.

"Excuse me," she whispered. Then she picked the pen up again and continued. Her free hand was still gripping the counter edge as if her life depended on it.

Rene couldn't hold back any longer, and so she dove in, burying her face into Alana's hot, moist pussy lips. Her nose bumped Alana's clit, and Rene's lips pressed fully against her skin. Her tongue licked madly at her pussy. Rene was so hungry for this that her saliva was already dripping down her chin and down Alana's thighs. She licked and sucked and nibbled, lathering up Alana's cunt with her spit before plunging her tongue deep into her tunnel.

Alana gritted her teeth and bowed her head, desperately trying to hide her facial expressions. She wanted so badly to let loose, to sigh or moan or just plain yell out "Fuck, yes!", but the old man was still there, just two feet away, and completely oblivious. She gripped the edge of the counter with both hands again, and pretended to be thinking.

"Monday," she said. "Monday, Monday, Monday..."

She was supposed to be trying to fit him into the schedule. Alana knew very well that Monday was open, but for the moment, this was as coherent as she was going to get, and she needed to stall or things would get really out of hand.

Under the counter, Rene ate Alana's pussy furiously, and now concentrated on her clit. She flicked it back and forth with her tongue, then up and down, then back and forth again. Then she took the hard little knob between her lips and sucked, gently at first, then harder.

"Monday, Monday...I think....Yes. We can--" Alana mashed her teeth together and slapped the top of the counter. "Yes! We can fit you in," she continued. Her words were quick, loud, and very breathy. She fumbled for the right papers to fill him into the schedule. Then he started talking again, telling his life story or something. Alana hoped he wasn't asking any more questions, because she didn't have the concentration to put any of his words together, let alone her own.

Feigning interest in his story, Alana leaned forward on the countertop. It was really just a way to help herself, however, as her feet lifted off the floor. Still wearing her heels, she spread her legs out wide and found footing on the boxes under the counter. Now Rene had total access, and she took full advantage of it. She stuck her tongue even deeper into Alana's pussy, and Alana responded by moving her hips back and forth against Rene's face. She was breathing very hard now, and beads of sweat collected on her forehead.

Rene was overwhelmed, too. She expected Alana to enjoy this, but wow! This girl was out of control, and yet still keeping her cool. It was so hot. For the first time, Rene took notice of how wet she was herself, and how close was to reaching her own orgasm just by licking her friend. She put one of her hands down her shorts and rubbed at her own clit. Her pussy was soaking wet.

All it took was a few flicks of her finger and Rene had put herself over the edge. She dove madly for Alana's clit and let her tongue stroke it with amazing speed. And just like that, Alana had peaked herself. For the second time in their lives, the two beautiful young women reached unbelievable orgasms together. Rene bucked under the counter, making a sharp thud against its wall. To cover that and her own climax, Alana closed her eyes tightly and shouted out loud.

"Ahh Ahh! Leg cramp!" she exclaimed to the bewildered old man.

She continued moaning and shouting, hoping it was passing off as pain. She shook her body, trying to regain control of herself, but the orgasm would not let up. Her hands still gripped the counter.

"Are you okay?" The old man asked. "Yes!" Alana grunted through clenched teeth. "Oh God yes!"

Below, Rene was still shuddering as she came, and she was still licking Alana's cunt up and down, bumping her clit with her nose. Her whole hand was down her shorts now, massaging her lips as her own orgasm began to subside.

"I used to be a basketball coach," the old man said, looking at Alana worriedly. "I could come around and massage that leg for you--"

"No!" Alana exclaimed, reaching out her hand in the stop position. She was finally well enough to compose herself. "No, but thank you. I think..." She shivered, then leaned back so she was standing on the floor again, though now on rubbery legs. "Yeah, I think it's gone. I'm okay now."

Rene gave Alana's clit one last, very soft kiss, then backed away. She leaned back against the counter wall, smiled, sighed, and waited.

Alana finished helping the man while her skirt and panties lay in a pile at her feet. Once he was gone, she squatted down to face Rene. Neither of them knew what to say, and so there was a long moment of silence. Then Alana smiled, leaned forward and kissed Rene full on the mouth. 



Under-the-Counter Encounter



The Remember When had been open for about half an hour that summer morning, still too early for most tourists to be prowling Antique Row in search of treasures. I entered through the back door into the storeroom to find my partner Ellyce (known usually as "Ell") seated at the big roll top desk talking on the phone. As the shaft of sunlight from the open door cut across her face, she raised her hand to shield her eyes, the gesture becoming a welcoming wave when she recognized me. I crossed the dimly lit room and quietly slipped into the oak chair behind her while Ell continued her conversation. She made just enough room for me to nudge myself against the notch of her deliciously rounded backside. 

Ell and I had turned each other on since the night my sister introduced us in the pub. Our mutual attraction must have been painfully obvious to everyone else at the table, because, for us, they immediately ceased to exist. We became what I have since called "our universe of two", at home in each other's company, and arms, ever since. 

Our initial shyness proved an obstacle, but once we became intimate, we quickly made up for lost time. I still recall our first kiss on the floor of her parent's living room a few days later ¾ the warmth of her soft breast through the fabric of her cotton shirt, the hunger in her lips as I slid my hand beneath the waist of her jeans and into her dampening panties.

Since that day we have never failed to arouse each other sexually, reveling unashamedly in our passion, sharing erotic letters and intimate tokens whenever circumstances separated us. 

From what I could gather from Ell's side of the phone conversation, the caller was a woman who was deliberating having Remember When conduct an estate sale for her newly widowed aunt at a small farm up the Valley. Ell is very proficient at connecting with prospects like this. She possesses the common touch and invariably wins their trust and confidence, and our business has prospered as a result. Recognizing she needed to remain patiently attentive to allow the prospective client enough time to convince herself that she needed our services, I set about making Ell's task as difficult as possible.

From my advantaged position behind her in the saddle of the armless swivel chair, I pressed myself along the full length of Ell's back, reaching around to embrace the cone of her breast through the light fabric of her cotton dress. As I anticipated, she immediately sat up, which placed her neck within reach of my predatory lips. Nuzzling her behind her right ear, I inhaled the fresh scent of her short blond hair, sending a shiver through her entire body. As I persisted, those waves of sensation eventually proved too much and Ell succumbed, sighing softly into the mouthpiece. I stifled a chuckle as she was forced to cover her tracks with her dismayed caller. 

Without missing a beat I unbuttoned first one, then the second of the row of large buttons that secured the front of her dress from neckline to hem. At the same time I caressed the gentle swell of her belly, urging her buttocks back against me. Ell resisted half-heartedly, but then, realizing she was at my mercy, surrendered to the inevitable. 

My tongue traced the lobe of her ear, and she squirmed away, giving me the opening I needed to insinuate my right hand into her décolletage. I cupped her gently through her light brasserie. Her pink nipple hardened as I held the weight of her breast in my palm. I could feel her heart beating. Vainly attempting to remain impassive through this exquisite torture, Ell finally stretched luxuriously and her side of the phone conversation devolved into a series of "uh-huhs". 

Brushing her puckering nipple with one hand, I slowly raised the hem of her dress with the other, loosening the lowest button before Ell thoroughly grasped my intention. Anticipating a defensive elbow to my ribs, I was caught off guard when she reached back and ran her hand over the swelling bulge in my sweat pants. With the tables now effectively turned, our mutual fondling became steadily steamier, until Ell finally had to beg out of her conversation, offering the excuse that she needed to attend to a customer who had just entered the store.

While Ell was replacing the phone in its carriage, but before she had the chance to blast me for the trick I'd played on her, I managed to extricate myself from the chair and retreat into the showroom through the beaded curtain that separated it from the storeroom. With her finger wagging and a devilish "I'll-get-you-for-this" smile on her face, Ell followed fast on my heels. But not quickly enough. As I entered the store, I had spotted a middle-aged woman pushing open the front door. I quickly ducked down behind the back counter, unobserved by our new arrival, leaving Ell no option but to she struggle to refasten her dress while greet the customer. 

The frontage of Remember When is narrow, but the store is comfortably deep and ideally suited for showing antiques. A row of waist-high, glass fronted display counters, with a sales walk behind, runs down almost the entire length of the right side of the store. Across the rear, a smaller wooden counter holding shallow glass-topped cases filled with antique jewelry completes the "L". Bookcases line the left hand wall, and the open area between is dotted with rugs and furniture arranged in homey vignettes. I was hiding beneath the wooden counter at the back, holding Ell firmly by the ankles. Unable to react without betraying her predicament, Ell casually placed her hands on the counter and invited our customer to explore at her leisure. 

"Just let me know if you need any help," Ell said, as the lady began to browse slowly toward where Ell stood frozen.

In deference to the summer heat, Ell was wearing only sandals and panties beneath her cotton dress, which, fortuitously, opened above me now like a teepee. Since I could not be observed and had no intention of squandering the opportunity, I slowly ran my right hand up Ell's leg, caressing her soft thigh before brushing my fingers over her cotton-covered mound. Extending my arm, I cupped her buttocks, causing her thighs to close involuntarily on my forearm. 

Understand, Ell could easily have shut down my game right then and there, but it is a measure of the sensuality of this woman that instead she slowly reopened her thighs, allowing me to run my left hand up her right leg. Not only did she welcome my caresses, she invited more by spreading her legs to shoulder-width and leaning forward to give me free and unrestricted access. 

In acknowledgement of her compliance, I ran my fingers up the front of her thighs until my thumbs met to trace the furrow of her vulva visible against her underwear. I could feel her pubic hair crinkle as my thumbs indented her panties and I lightly stroked the dimpled button of her clitoris through the fabric. As I rubbed above her clit, her panties became moist, gradually molding themselves to reveal the tantalizing shape of her swelling labia. 

Just then our lady customer, who had by this time wandered halfway to the back, interrupted our reverie by asking if the price marked on a Royal Winton tea set was the best we could do. Ell somehow maintained her composure and without betraying a hint of her precarious condition, replied that there was always room for negotiations.

By this time I had introduced my fingers into the legs of Ell's panties, pulling the damp gusset aside to reveal her moist pink lips fringed with soft hair. Anyone with the good fortune to enjoy my present point of view could now attest with certainty that my female partner was most emphatically a natural honey blonde. I ached to press my tongue into her opening, but knew that that pleasure would have to be deferred. Instead, I reached up with both hands and pulled the waist of her panties below the curve of her handsome white bottom.

Again, Ell could easily have thwarted my intentions, but instead¾and this is one of the reasons I love this sensuous woman¾she reached up and pulled her panties down her thighs, then squatted as if she were looking for something beneath the counter. She looked me in the eye, her passion evident, and let me know with a smile that if I were game, she was going to take this all the way. Rising to face the approaching customer, who at this moment was distracted examining a platform rocker, Ell casually stepped out of one leg of her panties, leaving them to puddle in a loose ring around her other ankle. She then adroitly raised her foot and unburdened herself of her underwear entirely.

By this time I had swollen to the point where my arousal was painfully apparent. (In my defense, no one engaged in such a lusty pas-de-deux could have remained unmoved for long.) Quick to take advantage of my condition, Ell kicked off her sandals and placed the sole of her right foot against the length of my cock through my pants. Her teasing manipulations were shortly interrupted, however, when our customer asked if she could take a closer look at an amethyst brooch in the counter case to our right.

While Ell went to open the jewelry case, I made sure I was fully hidden from view from above, before availing myself of the opportunity of dropping my sweat pants. Precum had begun to ooze uncontrollably from the swollen head of my erection. Taking the matter in hand, as it were, I slowly began to stroke myself while waiting for Ell to return. 

Our customer, who seemed taken with the brooch, gradually made her way down the length of the counter until Ell was once more positioned in full display above me. While opening the case to show the woman a silver locket and chain, Ell impishly pressed her foot against my exposed erection, first massaging, and then seeming to enfold the head in the grip of her prehensile toes. While she returned the locket to the case and held up a delicate bracelet for the woman to examine, I traced my fingers along Ell's bare and now clearly engorged vaginal lips. Beads of sweet lubrication from almost constant arousal wet her blonde hair and dampened her thighs. Slowly I insinuated my forefinger, and Ell shivered as her channel opened to accept me.

Though her eyes must have rolled back slightly, Ell retained her detached demeanor. Nevertheless, I felt a second wave of passion tremble through my hand as my finger probed her warmth. Fortunately, our customer was oblivious to it all.

It was at this moment that our customer decided she had finished browsing and was ready to make her purchases. Ell made the journey to the cash register at the front of the store on her trembling legs and completed what proved to be a lucrative transaction for a small town antique store on a lazy summer morning. In the end the woman decided to take the bracelet in addition to the brooch, and after Ell offered her a 10% dealer's discount, also purchased the tea set and an expensive deep blue Moorcroft vase. 

The front door had scarcely closed, when I had extricated myself from my hiding place to find Ell motoring toward me at full steam. Unconcerned with the possibility of another customer interrupting us, she cupped my exposed balls in her palm and pressed the curved length of my erection back against my belly. Wasting no time, she leaned forward on the counter and flipped up the back of her dress to expose her bare bottom. Urging me into position behind her outthrust buttocks – How could I not love this woman! – she guided me to the mark. Slowly I pressed forward, inch by excruciating inch, until my hard cock was fully enveloped. I gently massaged her neck and shoulders, then dropped my hands to her broad hips as her buttocks began to slap back with my every thrust.

Just as our rhythm was building, however, the silhouette of prospective customers appeared backlit against the front display windows, bringing Ell and I momentarily to our senses. Yet, even as it began to dawn on us how exposed we were, we remained connected and in motion. Reluctantly, we disengaged. Ell turning without a word and stealing through the curtain into the storeroom, while I followed, fumbling to raise my sweat pants above my knees. We were both gambling that the two lookie-loos would decide to pass by or come back a little later.

When she reached the open roll top desk, Ell turned, flipped out the back of her dress and placed her bottom squarely on the centre of the green blotter, positioning her left foot on the desk and her right on the oak swivel chair. Seeing her so thoroughly exposed and deliciously displayed, I could not help dropping to my knees and pressing my mouth to her moist lips. My tongue divided her plush labia as I licked my way up to the pearl of her clitoris, which by now, was ruby red and fully unhooded. I laved her blonde hair with my saliva and she flooded my hungry mouth with her pungent sweet oils.

"I need you in me now," Ell panted, clasping my face in her hands and raising me to her other lips. Open-mouthed we tasted each other, her essence on my lips. As our tongues probed I felt her hand at my waist, stroking the wet column of my hardened cock. With the dexterity of the blind she notched me between the folds of her labial lips, transferred both hands to my ass and slowly pulled me into her trembling center.

As I felt myself enfolded, I savored the intimacy of joining with this beautiful and loving woman who was now drawing me so intently into her body. My crown finally lodged itself against the entrance of her womb, and we held ourselves precariously still. After a few breathless moments Ell began to flex her vaginal muscles, massaging my length in a throbbing, peristaltic grip that milked me, again and again. Finally I could control myself no longer and began to thrust, at first only an inch, and then gradually more, extending my amplitude with each stroke before plunging back to full depth. My pubic bone stroked her engorged clitoris with each thrust. 

We were now truly in sync, the ultimate expression of that "universe of two" we had begun to explore in the first moments of our first meeting. 

As our heat built higher and harder, we sought each other's lips, breathing each other's breath. Oblivious in that moment to everything in the world but one another, we gave ourselves up to our rising climax. At the last possible instant, Ell pulled me tightly into her depth and held me motionless. An uncontrollable spasm welled up from within her and I exploded in response, releasing great spurts of sperm where we joined as man and woman.

At that moment, had a customer entered Remember When and wandered to the back, or had someone chosen that particular instant to swing open the backdoor, neither Ell nor I would have cared, nor likely noticed. We were fully and unashamedly exposed, merged in true partnership.

Gradually returning to earth, where circumspection was once again possible, we looked at each other and began to laugh. 

Ell bent forward, raised my thoroughly depleted organ to her lips, engulfing it to the ring of my crown, before releasing it with a kiss. Rising to her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck, brought her lips to mine so I could taste my juices, and said:

"Next time, I get to be the one under the counter."

Gotta love that girl! 



Under The Covers with Sunny



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe.

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In the backstage area of Raw is War, Val Venis, the former adult film star is stepping onto the set of the hot interview segment 'Under The Covers With Sunny'. Dressed only in his purple and light blue wrestling tights, with a towel wrapped around his waist, Val licks his lips as he examines the set, which has a large bed and Sunny's logo behind it, with candles on top of faux-furniture. "Heh Heh Heh... just like the olds days..." Val says as he licks his lips. "Now... all it needs is the interviewer..."

Down the hallway, the stunningly irresistible Sunny, dressed in a white silk bathrobe, is walking towards the set of 'Under The Covers With Sunny' as she mentally prepares for her interview with Val Venis. Sunny pauses as she looks ahead and sees the former adult film star already on the interview set. Sunny licks her lips as she looks Val's body up and down from the distance away from his that she is. Sunny gets a slight smirk on her face as her eyes lighten up "Mmm...I know this interview is going to be fun..." Sunny says to herself out loud as she continues to approach the interview set.

Val doesn't notices Sunny approaching as he takes off the towel from around his waist and lays it on the end of the bed. He pulls down the pink covers of the bed halfway and tests the mattress with his hand. "Nice and firm..." He says as he sits on the bed and adjusts one of the pillows so it's in a more comfortable position for himself. Val then looks at a life size cardboard stand up of Sunny and licks his lips, "This is sure going to be a bright sunny day..." Val chuckles a bit.

Sunny casually walks onto the set of 'Under Covers With Sunny' and starts to slowly untie her white silk bathrobe as she looks at Val and licks her lips, getting a sultry look on her face. Sunny smirks as she glances down at Val's nicely firm and toned backside as his back is turned to her. "You must be Val Venis..." Sunny says in a seductive tone, finally speaking up.

Val turns his head and looks at Sunny, "That's right..." He says in a bit of a heavy tone, "Mmmm and you most certainly are Sunny..." Val looks up and down at her, scanning every inch of her body with his eyes. "Mmmmm... very nice..."

Sunny smiles as she slowly opens up her white silk bathrobe, revealing a stunning white laced piece of lingerie underneath her bathrobe. Sunny watches Val's eyes as she slowly peels the bathrobe completely off of her body "You're the adult film star, aren't you?" Sunny asks in a seductive tone as she sets her bathrobe down on top of the bed.

Val chuckles as he flicks his thumb against his rugged chin, "That's right... I am the real man of steel... the big Valbowski... the man takes women to the Mount Everest of orgasmic peaks..." Val chuckles again, "And makes all their boyfriends seems... like small impoteted geeks..." Val licks his lips as he gets fully on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, with a pillow right behind his back.

Sunny places her left knee on the edge of the bed mattress, she slowly lifts her right knee onto the bed as she looks directly at Val Venis, in front of her on the bed as she's at the other end. Sunny flips her golden locks of hair back as she licks her lips, while slowly crawling on her hands and knees up to the front of the bed where Val is. Sunny licks her lips as she talks in a soft, slightly deep voice "Well Val...I didn't see any of the production crew yet...how would you like to start a bit...prematurely?"

Val watches the blond haired seductive beauty as she slowly comes closer to him and smirks, "Sunny... normally the big Valbowski is against doing anything premature..." Val then places his hands on his wrestling trunks as a rather large bulge starts to form that quickly looks as if it's going to rip through the material of the tights. "But under this... cir-cum-stances..." Val chuckles a bit as stresses a certain part of his statement, "The Big Valbowski is all for starting prematurely."

Sunny licks her lips as she slowly raises her eyes up to lock her eyes with Val's eyes "Good...because I want...to start prematurely..." Sunny says as she straddles herself over Val's legs and gently places her hands against the crotch of Val's wrestling trunks, feeling the decent sized bulge. Sunny licks her lips as she moves her right hand up his wrestling trunks and slips her hand into his trunks, brushing her fingertips against the head of Val's cock.

Val licks his lips as he places his left hand on Sunny's firm left thigh while slightly adjusting how he's sitting so that her fingertips inside of his trunks brush against the head of his cock once more. Val smirks a bit, "Mmmm you know Sunny... the big Valbowski is like a clock... and since time may be short... you should put your face and two hands on it, so we know exactly what time it is..." Val chuckles once more as he lightly squeezes her left thigh with his hand. Sunny licks her lips as she scoots down a bit as slowly lowers Val's wrestling trunks, freeing his cock from the confines. Val's cock almost springs up like rocket, standing at an impressive fourteen inches, and is incredibly thick. Val scoots himself further back against the bed's headboard so that Sunny can lower his trunks even further.

Sunny licks her lips "Mmmm...Now...I know I want that.." Sunny says with a slight moan as she lowers her head and flicks her tongue against the head of his cock.

Val smirks as he places both of his hands behind his head, "Well I see that it's true... What Sunny wants... Sunny gets...." Val says as he spreads his legs a bit and bucks his hips slightly to press the tip of his cock against Sunny's soft tongue. Sunny gently taps her tongue against the head of his cock as she holds his cock firmly with both of her soft, smooth hands. Sunny slowly lowers her tongue from the head of his cock and begins to lick down his thick shaft. Val moans slightly, but keeps his reaction muffled by keeping his mouth closed. He looks down at Sunny and smiles, "Heh... nice starting technique... quite professional..." He says to complement her actions.

Sunny slowly drags her wet, warm tongue down Val's shaft, slowly bringing his cock back up his shaft. She opens her mouth and lowers her head down on his cock, taking his cock into her hot mouth. She wraps her lips around his cock and starts to slowly lift her head up and down on his cock. Val opens his mouth a bit and lets out a low moan in response to feeling his impressive shaft inside of Sunny's mouth. He brings a hand from behind his head and places it on the back of Sunny's head to slide his fingers through her hair, "Mmmmm... keep those... lips tight around it... so you can savor the taste of the big Valbowski..." Sunny begins to gradually bob her head quicker as she starts lap her skillful tongue around his shaft, occasionally slapping her wet tongue against his shaft after every other head bob.

Val continues to slides his hand through Sunny's hair, and at times flips her hair backward to she can see all of her lovely face as she bobs her head up and down on his shaft. "Mmmmm... Jenna has some competition now..." Val groans as he begins to push his cock up into Sunny's mouth. Sunny tightens her lips around the head of Val's cock as she slightly twists her head around on the head of his cock before she slowly brings her head up with a pop as Val's saliva covered cock leaves the hot mouth of Sunny.

"Ahhh damn..." Val licks his lips as he looks down at his own cock to see Sunny's saliva drips down his cock. He then looks her in the eyes and smirks, "You sure know how to get the blood pumping to all the right spots..." Val says.

Sunny smiles and licks her lips as she slowly pulls down the straps of her white laced lingerie off of her shoulders. Sunny shrugs "I am pro...on many levels..." Sunny winks at Val "But lets see how intense you can get..."

"Intense?" Val laughs a bit, "Sunny... when it comes to being intense... no one can match the big Valbowski..." Val leans forward and assists Sunny in removing her white laced lingerie from her physically fit body. Val licks his lips, "Just like a hot summer day..."

Sunny flips her hair back as she places her hands over her large, voluptuous tits. Sunny licks her lips and moans slightly as she pinches her already erected nipples. Sunny opens her eyes and smirks at Val "Well then Val... make the summer day even hotter..." Sunny says with a wink as she slowly opens her legs a bit showing Val her cleanly smooth, shaven hot pussy.

Val licks his lips as he takes hold of Sunny's perfect hips and moves her so that she's now laying on the bed, with her head resting on a pillow. "First... a meal..." Val says as he positions himself on the lower half of the bed, with his head between Sunny's legs. He lowers his head slightly and flicks his tongue against Sunny's clit while sliding in two fingers into her warm wet pussy. Val begins to pump his fingers in and out of her cunt while circling her pussy with his rough tongue.

Sunny closes her eyes and tilts her head back against the soft pillow as she gently pulls on her golden blond locks of her hair "Ohhh Val..." Sunny moans. Val withdraws his fingers from her pussy and replaces them with his tongue. Laying both of his hands on Sunny's flat stomach, Val swirls his tongue around inside of her to lap up the wonderful taste of her pussy. Sunny opens her eyes and bites down on her bottom lip as she places her left hand on top of Val's head, and threads her fingers through his medium-long hair. With her right hand Sunny grabs at the sheets as she grits her teeth feeling Val play with her clit with his tongue.

Sensing that Sunny is totally becoming enthralled by his the expert work of his tongue, Val lifts his head up from her pussy and slides forward so that now his muscular upper body is over Sunny's. "Time to take it up a notch..." Val smirks as he looks down at her as he grips his cock and guides it into Sunny's waiting pussy. He shoves all fourteen inches of his cock into her pussy with one swift thrust.

Sunny tilts her head back as she reaches up and places both of her hands on Val's strong arms "Ohhhh fuck Val!" Sunny groans as she feels all fourteen inches ram into her glorious cunt. Sunny gently wraps her smooth, sexy legs around Val's waist as he begins to thrust into her pussy.

Val doesn't waste any time to begin fucking Sunny at a hard quick rate. Val grits his teeth a bit and lays his hands on pillow under Sunny's head as he throws all of his weight behind every thrust. "Ahhhh yeah... you like that... don't ya..." Val grunts as he starts to sweat slightly.

Sunny grits her teeth as she grinds her pussy up against Val's cock as she moves her hands from Val's arms to his muscular and toned chest. As Val continues to fuck Sunny's warm and glorious pussy, she begins to rake her fingernails against Val's rock hard chest. "Ohhhhh ahhhh yess...give it to me! Give it to me harder!" Sunny moans as her pussy becomes more moist.

Val gets a smirk on his ruggedly handsome face as sweat drips from his forehead, "You... want it harder? The Big Valbowski... always takes requests..." Val pulls his cock out of Sunny's hot tight cunt and flips her over onto her stomach. He pulls her up so that she's on all fours and quickly re-enters her pussy with a powerful thrust to re-stuff her with his fat fourteen-inch shaft. Val grabs hold of Sunny's delicious looking hips in order to pull her back against him as he fucks her doggy style.

Sunny tilts her head back as she leans up slightly places her hands on the headboard of the bed and grips the headboard tightly as Val thrusts her tight cunt. Sunny begins to sweat a bit as she starts to pushes her nice and firm, yet slightly juicy ass back against Val's waist, ramming his cock deeper into her own warm cunt "Awwww ohhhh...ahhh fuck!" Sunny moans louder as she clenches her eyes shut.

Val grunts and moans constantly as he rams his cock into her Sunny's pussy, "Yeah.... you like it raw don't ya..." Val chuckles a bit while moving one hand to her ass in order to push his thumb into her ultra-tight asshole to see what he has to work with if he decides to fuck her perfect ass.

Sunny tilts her head back more as she slams back against his cock as drops of sweat fly off of her gorgeous tanned body "Ohhhh Val...you knew I wanted this...didn't you?" Sunny moans.

Val smirks, "Really... I haven't.... ahhhh yeah... notice.... but... I know... you wanted me... every woman wants the big Valbowski..." Val suddenly stops Sunny from pushing back against him in order to pull his cock out of her pussy. Before she can complain, Val presses the head of his cock against her asshole and pulls her backward to cause his dick to enter the depths of the best buns in wrestling.

Sunny's eyes almost bulge out of her head, feeling her ultra-tight asshole being violated by the cock of Val Venis "Ohhhh Jesus...Christ..." Sunny moans as she puts a hand between her legs and places to of her fingers against her hot pussy and begins to rubs her pussy as Val thrusts into her hot ass.

Val once again throws all of his weight behind his thrusts while pulling the spirited blond hair beauty backwards non-stop. "Ahhhh yeah.... the sun... also rises...." Val says as he wraps his arms around Sunny's body to pull her upward so that she's leaning against him. Val's hard thrusts, makes her body jolt upward, but with Val's arms around her, he pulls her right back against him, impaling her asshole with his monster dick once more.

Sunny furiously rubs her fingers against her warm pussy "Ohhhhh ahhhhh Val! Give it all to me!" Sunny yells and moans as she starts to cum on her delicate finger "Mmmmmm...ohhhhhh...Sunny likes...Sunny likes..." Sunny moans softly as she closes her eyes.

Val grits his teeth and thrusts a few more times into Sunny's asshole, before he pulls out of her ass and pushes her down onto the mattress. "Ahhh and now... for the most... explosive... finish... the money shot..." Val grunts as he turns Sunny over so she's facing up and straddles her sexy, sweat covered body. He grips his cock and begins stroking it while he uses his right hand to lift up Sunny's head.

Sunny holds her mouth open as she sticks her tongue out and slides her tongue against the underside of Val's cock, gently patting her tongue against his cock, slowly taking the head of Val's cock into her warm mouth. "Ahhh ahhhh yeah..." Val moans as he backs his cock a bit out of Sunny's mouth as he starts to cum. His load shoots out and some lands on her face, but the majority of his warm thick cum lands perfectly into Sunny's mouth.

Sunny licks her soft lips as she swallows his warm, delicious cum "Mmmm... Val...mmm you taste amazing..." Sunny moans.

Val licks his sweat covered lip as he dismounts Sunny's body, "Heh Heh... that... was certainly... a bright and sunny encounter..."

Sunny smirks as she folds arms over her chest "So...are you ready for that interview?" Sunny asks as she glances down at Val's cock.

"Not yet..." Val smirks as his cock remains fairly hard. He lays next to Sunny and pulls up the covers so that they are covering a good portion of their bodies, "Now... I ready... after all, this is called Under the Covers with Sunny..."

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