A sequel to Creamy Cove. Enjoy.
The sun glowed through the opened window curtains, and Dion rolled over in his bed to escape the brightness in his room. After struggling to get back to sleep, he released a defeated sigh and sat up, yawning.
As he struggled to wake up, the sweet, musky scent of sex struck Dion's nostrils. A smile crept on his face as the night before flashed in his mind. The sweet scent of Hali's pussy riding his face, the feeling of her tongue writhing against his cock, the taste of her milk as he drank from her breasts. The memories were enough to make his groin swell in the open air.
"Hali, you still here?" Dion asked as he began looking around the apartment. He found a note on the front door.
"Hello Dion,
I need to work an early shift. Pick me up, same time as yesterday?
Xoxo, Hali."
Dion shrugged, then took the note and kept it in his bedroom's nightstand. She could feel flattered if I keep this around, he thought. He continued with his morning routine: showering, eating breakfast, brushing his teeth, getting dressed.
Afterward, he decided he may as well stop by the Creamy Cove early since he had nothing scheduled for today, anyway.
Getting into his car, he couldn't help but notice the sealskin in his backseat. He worried about it staining his leather seats, so he decided he may as well give it back. As he began driving, more memories of the night before flashed inside of his mind. Her face was so red while they drove to his house, and she couldn't stop squirming. She said she felt hot, but instead of rolling down the window, she had unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was the best blowjob of Dion's life, and he hadn't come so quickly since his teenage years. The taste of his cum had calmed her down for the rest of the ride, but they didn't make it two feet inside before going at it again.
Dion grimaced at the sore pain in his balls, and as he began having second thoughts of a morning quickie, he pulled up to the coffee shop's entrance. Dion climbed the steps of Creamy Cove, sealskin in hand, but stopped once he reached the shop's doors. Through the window, he watched two other women yell at Hali inside.
One woman was much taller than Hali, and her long, dark blonde hair swayed as much as her large, voluptuous breasts did as she scolded her. The skimpy green apron did nothing to hide her body, and Dion could easily see the dark skin of her nipples peaking from the fabric. She wasn't old enough to be Hali's mom, but she looked the part.
The second woman was much smaller than Hali, but her bust size was only slightly smaller. Her tan skin matched the older woman's, but her hair was a vibrant shade of red instead. Like the older woman, she wore a tight green apron, and he could see both of their bare asses bouncing as they each took turns yelling at Hali for something. The older woman leaned into gripe at Hali for something in particular, and Dion received a healthy view of her plump pussy. The smaller woman wasn't much different, and as she jumped and screeched at Hali, Dion saw her tight little asshole as her cheeks spread apart during every jump.
Not being able to take any more of the sight, Dion walked into the Creamy Cove to stop the arguing. "Hey Hali!" he said as he waved at her, a smile on his face.
"Dion?!" Hali cried, her face burning a bright red hue. "What are you... now's not a good time..." she whimpered as the other two women turned to look at the intruder.
The first woman noted Dion first. He felt her eyes scan every surface of him, as if she were judging every aspect of his body. She added a sly smirk at the end of her observations, but before she could say something, the smaller woman interrupted her.
"HEY! HE HAS HALI'S SEA PELT!" she pointed at the pelt, then jumped up and down, sending her tits flopping from beneath her apron. Her nipples jumped out several times. "Hali, I didn't know you had a ma-"
Before she could continue, the older woman shoved her hand across her face. "Amara! Shut your trap before you give us away!"
"Hrmpfhrmph!" The smaller woman, Amara, opened her mouth wide, then bit the older woman. As she yelped in pain and clutched her hurt hand, Amara continued. "He wouldn't know I was giving anything away until you screamed about it!"
The two continued to bicker and assault each other, and Dion realized he must have stumbled upon a money-laundering scheme. He began trying to creep away, but Hali came over to him, wrapped her arms around him, then buried her face against his chest. "I'm sorry Dion, but I haven't been honest with you..."
The two women stopped their bickering, then looked at the conversation, holding their breath.