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Hard Body Shop Clerk - 3
by DL Sloan (getwild81@yahoo.com)

***

Cori Banks' body shop exploits continue with her male 
co-workers and their horny clients. (MMF, exh, nc, 
oral, anal, bd)

***

THURSDAY EVENING

Normally, John liked to stay in with Cori. She would 
cook for him and they would have sex once or twice 
before bed, then once more in the morning before work. 
John tended to be fairly routine in terms of his sexual 
activities, but Cori was slowly bringing him out of it. 
She had only recently persuaded him to fuck her ass, 
which he loved, of course. 

Perhaps it was a bit of that newfound wild-side 
combined with the sheer excitement created by Cori's 
outfit that led John to want to take her out and show 
her off. He wanted to make sure everyone saw her with 
him and knew that he was going to fuck her.

He suggested they go to Marlins', which was one of only 
two "up-scale" restaurants in Darien. Marlins' was best 
known for its seafood, but also had fine steak, salad 
and pasta dishes. It was also a favorite of the guys at 
the shop because the Marlins' staff was very 
accommodating when it came to Cori. They never 
questioned her attire and accommodated almost any 
special requests, including dark, outρof-the way 
tables. This time, however, John decided he wante d to 
be out in the open, where everyone could see Cori.

"Sounds great to me," Cori said. "Do you want me to go 
home and shower and change, or go like this?"

"I want you to stay just the way you are," John said. 
"You always look great, Cori, but I've got to tell you, 
you've never looked better than you do right now."

"Thank you!" Cori was genuinely touched and leaned in 
to kiss John on the cheek. "You're so sweet. We're 
going to have so much fun tonight. I'm completely 
yours. We can do any thing and every thing you want."

"I'm not sure I'm young enough or have enough energy to 
do every thing I want," John said, "but we're going to 
have fun trying! Now, I don't know about you, but I'm 
hungry."

John opened his car door for Cori and put a large beach 
towel over the seat to keep the oil off it. The drive 
to the restaurant, which sat out of town about 3 miles, 
right off the interstate, took only about 10 minutes. 

Even though it was still early in the evening, John was 
glad to see the parking lot was full and a large crowd 
of people was standing just inside the door, waiting 
for a table. John let Cori off at the door, then went 
to park the car. Normally, Cori was not at all shy 
about her wearing her skimpy attire in public, 
particularly at this restaurant, which she had been to 
many times. But the oil, the slipping of her bathing 
suit and its truly miniscule size made her only 
slightly apprehensive about the spectacle she knew she 
was. Overall, though, she was completely calm, poised 
and gorgeous as she walked toward the door. 

Naturally, her arrival had already prompted a stir 
inside the restaurant and a couple of men waiting for 
tables rushed to open the door for her. She smiled, 
thanked them and walked in, acting is if she didn't 
notice the ogling eyes and the murmurs from the crowd. 
This wasn't the shop, and not everyone here had seen 
her before. Some came from out of town or off the 
interstate. And not everyone approved of her attire. 
Still, most of the people were local, had seen her 
before and were not surprised. 

There was very little open area to stand, and Cori 
found herself in the middle of the crowd, barely able 
to move without bumping into someone. Naturally, 
several of the men seemed to be bumping into her on 
purpose, and she felt a few small gropes and touches on 
her ass. 

A few moments later, John came in and was given a warm 
greeting of approval from many of the men standing near 
the front. He nodded a greeting, then took Cori by the 
arm and made his way to the front desk. There, he found 
Drake, one of the head waiters. Drake had taken care of 
Cori and her dates many times and was pleased to see 
them approach.

"John, good to see you," he said, extending his hand. 
John quickly slipped a $20 bill into the hand shake. 
"And Ms. Cori, may I say you look even more sensational 
than usual. Can I get you your usual table in the back, 
John?"

"No thanks, Drake," John said. "I agree that Cori looks 
especially nice this evening and I think the rest of 
the restaurant might enjoy the opportunity to see her 
while they dine. Is there a more visible table that 
might be free?"

"I think we can accommodate you, sir. Give me just a 
moment, please, and I'll arrange it," Drake walked 
away, tucking the bill into his pocket. In addition to 
the nice tips, the Hard Body Shop helped the restaurant 
by allowing Cori to appear in their advertising from 
time to time. In return, the restaurant always 
accommodated Cori and the guys and handled any 
complaints about Cori's attire quickly and discreetly. 
So, if John and Cori wanted a front and center table, 
Drake was going to provide it. And he was also going to 
provide the service himself. He wanted to make sure 
they were taken care of, not disturbed and he hoped to 
get an eyeful of Cori and another fat tip while he was 
at it.

Drake was in his late 30s, very tall and lean with dark 
hair and handsome face. He wore a dark suit and light 
blue tie. He took his job seriously and was very 
professional. He knew he could probably make more money 
in a large city like Atlanta, but he liked this small 
town and had lived her for almost five years now. He 
liked his little house and the small community. And, of 
course, he liked Cori and her friends from the garage.

He noticed a couple leaving from one of the tables in 
the center of the main dining room and immediately 
swooped in. He motioned for a one of the busboys to 
clean it, then went back to show Cori and John to their 
table. They would be right in the middle of the main 
dining room, visible to almost everyone in the room. 
People on the second floor would be able to see through 
the clear railing and look right down on Cori while 
they ate.

"Come right this way," Drake said, extending his arm to 
Cori, who looped her elbow around his. Guests like Cori 
and John did not have to worry about waiting lists like 
the rest of the crowd.

After seating Cori, much to the delight of all of the 
men in the restaurant, Drake pulled John aside and 
mentioned that he could provide a bit of spot lighting 
on the table, if John so desired. John agreed that 
might be nice and joined Cori at the table. 

In the dim dining room, Cori was still the center of 
attention, but her skin didn't glisten in the lack of 
light and it was hard for most people to get a really 
good look. That changed when Drake flipped a couple of 
switches and bathed Cori in soft, direct light. It 
wasn't exactly a spotlight — the whole table and even 
John were caught in the glare — but it was a nice, 
attractive light, not too harsh for Cori's eyes. She 
was now clearly illuminated in the otherwise dark 
dining area, her skin glistening in the light, her 
nearly nude body on display for all to see an enjoy 
while they dined.

Cori was surprised that John had asked for all of this, 
but certainly did not mind it. On the contrary, she was 
glad to see John taking charge and doing with her what 
he wanted. If that meant putting her on display for all 
to see, that was fine with her. Whatever made him 
happy. She decided to play along with it even more than 
usual, and to really put on a show, letting John know 
she was completely comfortable with this whole thing. 
She also understood that part of this fantasy for him 
was the need to make it clear to everyone that he was 
fucking this hot piece of ass and that after dinner he 
intended to use her body to pleasure himself any way he 
pleased. John was a on a rare power trip, and Cori was 
ready to help him live out his fantasy completely.

She began by arching her back and squirming in her 
towel-covered seat, contorting her body and giving the 
paying customers as well as John a nice little show.

John gave Drake the thumbs up as the tall waiter 
returned with water and a bottle of wine. He also 
brought them a complementary appetizer of shrimp 
cocktail. 

"What would you like to eat this evening?" Drake asked 
Cori.

"I'm really in the mood for something salty and 
creamy!" she beamed, looking at John with her best 
slutty face. "And I intend to get it after dinner. For 
now, I'll take the Cobb salad, please."

"Excellent choice," Drake said, turning to John. "And 
for you, sir?"

"Well, I'm in the mood for something hot and juicy," he 
said, playing along with Cori's game. "But I'll have 
her later. For now, I'll have grilled chicken pasta and 
a side salad."

After Drake left, John looked around and noticed all 
the people looking at them as they talked in hushed 
tones over their dinners. He was sure some were 
complaining about her inappropriate attire or about her 
"sugar daddy," but he was also sure every man in the 
place wanted to trade spots with him and every woman 
secretly wanted to look as hot as Cori. 

As people came in to be seated at their tables, the 
waiters made sure they walked by John and Cori and were 
given every opportunity to appreciate the view only a 
gorgeous, scantily-clad woman can provide. 

Cori put on a show the entire time, striking various 
attractive poses and flirting openly with John. She 
rubbed his hands with hers and slipped her shoes off 
and rubbed her feet up his legs and into his crotch, 
where she found a welcome bulge. 

She got up once to use the restroom, turning heads with 
every step, particularly when, on her way back, she 
bent over at the waist to pick up her napkin before 
sitting back down. Half of the restaurant got a good 
look at her ass and pussy while the other half saw an 
incredible display of perfectly formed cleavage. John 
noticed a smattering of applause as Cori took her seat 
again.

She even ate in a sexy way. Her mouth did things to her 
cherry tomatoes that nearly brought grown men to their 
knees. John, who had seen it and felt it all before, 
still nearly came in his pants just watching her tease 
and taste that tomato with her lips and tongue before 
finally biting into and then making a show of 
swallowing it. He suddenly knew he couldn't wait until 
they got home to fuck her. He had to have her now.

John signalled for Drake, who came over quickly. 
"Drake," John said, slipping the man another $20, "we 
could use a bit of privacy for a few minutes. We'll 
return to the table to finish our meals after that. Is 
there somewhere we can go for a few minutes alone?"

"Of course, sir," Drake said, smoothly accepting the 
money and once again extending his arm to Cori. "I'll 
have them keep your food warm. Right this way, please."

Drake led them out of the dining area, causing quite a 
stir among the other guests, who discussed Cori's 
attire and fantastic body, as well as the fact that the 
couple wasn't done eating yet. Where could they be 
going?

Drake led them through the crowd of people by the front 
door — several of whom took advantage of the chance to 
grope Cori's ass — and down a short hallway to Mr. 
Cornett's office — Mr. Marlin Cornett, the owner of 
Marlins and a very important man in Darien. One of the 
richest men in the town, he was a member of the city 
council and served on the board of education. He 
carried a lot of power.

Drake knocked on his door, waited until Mr. Cornett 
told him to come in, then poked his head in. He was not 
surprised to see Missy, one of the hostesses, buttoning 
up her white blouse. It was well known that Mr. Cornett 
liked to fool around with the hostesses and hired only 
very pretty ones. 

Missy was 18 with long, dark hair, average size tits 
but a cute face and great ass. Given that her skirt, 
hose and heels all seemed in place, Drake guessed Mr. 
Cornett had been feeling up her tits while she gave him 
a blowjob. He noticed Missy wiping at something at the 
corner of her mouth and then reaching for her lipstick 
and was pretty sure he was right.

"Mr. Cornett," Drake said. "One of our guests has a 
special request and I thought you might be willing to 
surrender the use of your office for a few minutes."

"What guest?" Mr. Cornett asked.

"Miss Cori and her date, sir," Drake answered. 

"Oh, well, please, show them in," Mr. Cornett said, 
standing up and walking around the edge of his large 
desk to greet his guests. "Missy, thanks for your help. 
Now, you best be getting back to work. Come see me 
again after we close to give me a full report on the 
evening's business. Oh, and if Holly or Staci are 
working tonight, bring them too."

"Of course, Mr. Cornett," Missy said. She smiled at 
John and Cori as she walked out, still adjusting her 
blouse and fixing her makeup.

Drake showed John and Cori into the office and Mr. 
Cornett greeted them warmly, shaking their hands and 
openly admiring Cori's body. "Sure I can't convince you 
to come work for me?" Mr. Cornett said, half-jokingly. 
He always joked with her about switching jobs, but it 
was clear he would hire her in a second.

"No, thank you, Mr. Cornett," Cori smiled. "I love my 
job."

"Well, I wouldn't want to be the one to break that up, 
then," Mr. Cornett said. "So, Drake says you two need 
to use my office?"

"That would be great," John said. "Just for a few 
minutes. We just have a few matters to discuss in 
private."

"Oh, yes, I understand those private conversations," 
Mr. Cornett said, eyeing Cori's tits. "Well, you two 
take as long as you need and feel free to hold your 
discussions wherever you like. Feel free to use the 
couch, chair, desk or conference table if you like. 
Drake, are we taking care of their food?"

"Yes, sir." 

"All right, then. Let's leave them alone."

"Thank you, Mr. Cornett," John said and closed the door 
behind them.

Mr. Cornett walked briskly down the hall and down a 
narrow stairwell, Drake close behind him. They came to 
a small room which contained a bank of six monitors 
connected to the security cameras stationed around the 
restaurant. There was one for the parking lot, one for 
the front waiting area, one for the kitchen, two for 
the dining area and one for Mr. Cornett's office. This 
one, of course, was the one they were interested in. 
There was no volume, but they could see everything they 
wanted to see.

They saw that John had wasted no time. Cori was on 
kneeling in front of him, balanced on her heels. The 
straps covering her tits were now pushed to the side, 
revealing her naked breasts and erect nipples. John was 
leaning against the desk, his hard cock pointed at 
Cori's face while he played with her tits.

Drake and Cornett were just in time to see Cori take 
his thick cock into her mouth and groaned in 
appreciation as she took his entire length on the first 
stroke. Her hands were on his thighs, using him to help 
her keep her balance. His hands were on the back of her 
head, pushing and pulling her mouth back-and-forth on 
his cock. A very experienced cock-sucker, Cori was 
relaxed, her head and neck moving easily whichever way 
John wanted, her lips and tongue constantly working 
their magic on his cock.

For Cori, giving John blowjobs was always a fun 
challenge. Even though his cock was only about average 
in length at just over six inches, it was much thicker 
than most cocks. Only Ty, whose long cock was also very 
thick, was more difficult to suck than John. His cock 
stretched her mouth and throat wide and she had to 
concentrate on keeping her teeth off his shaft. 

John fucked her face hard, stabbing his cock down her 
throat repeatedly, making her lips touch his balls 
before pulling back out and thrusting again. John had, 
of course, received hundreds of blowjobs from Cori over 
the last two years, but he never tired of the feeling 
of her soft lips, warm tongue and willing throat. 
Normally, he came in her mouth and watched her swallow 
every drop, but tonight, he had a better, naughtier 
idea. 

He didn't know why he was feeling this way, but there 
was nothing that he wanted to see more than Cori, her 
face covered in cum, sitting in the middle of the 
restaurant eating her dinner. He knew the other guys 
had all done this with her at one time or another and 
really enjoyed the experience, but he had always been 
hesitant, not wanting to degrade or embarrass her. But 
for whatever reason, whether he didn't think she'd be 
embarrassed or he just didn't care, he was determined 
to send her back out there with a face full of cum. 

He looked down at her and she was looking up at him, 
eyes smiling, telling him there was no place she'd 
rather be. 

"Will you do something for me?" he asked, grunting 
between words as he pumped in and out of her mouth. She 
blinked at him, letting him know the answer was, of 
course, yes. "Good. I want you to wear my cum on your 
face back out into the dining room. Got it? So close 
your mouth and your eyes when I cum. For once, I don't 
want you to swallow."

John thrust as deep as he could into her mouth and 
ground her face in his crotch, rubbing her chin with 
his balls. He felt he was about to cum and pulled out. 
Cori closed her eyes and mouth as he started stroking 
his cock over her face. 

"Pucker up," he ordered. She pursed her lips and he 
smacked his steel-hard rod against them. With a loud 
groan, he finally unleashed his wad. The first surge 
caught the underside of her nose, quickly filling her 
nostrils and spilling out over her upper lip like a 
milk mustache.

John hadn't had an orgasm since Monday night — his last 
date night with Cori — and his three-day supply of cum 
was potent and overflowing. Ty and Ben were renowned 
for their massive loads, but John was holding his own 
with this one. He aimed the next shot right between her 
eyes and scored a direct hit, splattering it against 
her face and watching it ooze over her eyelids and 
stick in her eyebrows and eyelashes. 

His last two major shots creamed both cheeks, some of 
the cum even dripping into her ears and dribbling down 
the sides of her neck. He finished by coaxing the last 
of the cum out on her lips and chin, coating them in 
gooey, sticky cream. 

Instead of having her lick him clean like he normally 
wood, he gripped the bands of her swimsuit and used 
them to wipe off his cock before putting them back in 
place over her tits. 

Cori finally opened her eyes and mouth, smiling as she 
tried to keep the cum from dripping into her eyes. A 
large glob of it was strung between her left eyebrow 
and left eyelash. She breathed through her mouth as her 
nostrils were still plugged with cum. She did her best 
to keep all of the cum on her face, twisting and 
tilting her head to keep it from dripping off. The 
white cum was very visible against her darkly tanned 
skin and shone brightly in the lights of the office. 
John hoped the spotlights would have a similar effect 
in the dining room.

While John pulled his pants back up, Cori looked at 
herself in the mirror, amazed at the amount of coverage 
John had managed. He had great control at aiming his 
cum. 

"Wow, John," she said. "You've been storing up. That's 
a lot of cum."

"Yeah, that was great," John said, suddenly wondering 
if he was right to do this. "But if you don't want to 
go out there like that, you can wash it off. It's OK."

"No way," Cori said. "I'm proud to wear your cum. I'm 
your cum slut tonight, I'm proud of it and I want 
everyone out there to know it. Come on, let's go while 
it's still fresh and shiny. It's so white and thick. No 
way people will be able to miss this."

Cori made sure she was back inside her suit, as well as 
she could be, and they started out of the office. Drake 
and Mr. Cornett, who sprinted back upstairs after 
watching John wipe his cock on Cori's suit, met them in 
the hallway that led back to the waiting area. 

"Ahh, perfect timing," Mr. Cornett said. "I trust your 
meeting went well?"

"Couldn't have been better," John beamed, letting Cori 
pass in front of him and stand face-to-face with Mr. 
Cornett. He could actually smell John's cum on her 
face. He had never dared try anything this bold with 
any of his employees, but he was sure tempted now. He 
made no effort to hide his interest in Cori's cum 
facial, looking closely at how the cum was sticking to 
her eyebrows and eyelids and had formed the telltale 
cum mustache. 

"Looks like you pretty well covered everything you 
needed to cover," Mr. Cornett acknowledged. "I'm glad 
it was a successful meeting. Would you care to have 
Drake return you to your table and the rest of your 
meal?"

"Yes, that would be great."

"Will the lady be needing a napkin?" Drake asked.

"No, thanks. I'm just fine," Cori said. "Lead the way."

She followed Drake, head held high, through the crowd 
and back to the dining room. The stares were more 
evident than ever now, the comments louder and bolder. 
"Look at her face! She's got cum all over her! He 
creamed her!" She just smiled and kept on walking, 
beaming with pride. Following behind, John also beamed 
with pride, happy to see the reactions as people 
realized what he had done and just how much cum he had 
produced.

They returned to their table to a smattering of 
applause, which turned to gasps and giggles as people 
realized what was on Cori's face. "Guess she wanted to 
order off the menu!" someone said, drawing several 
chuckles. Drake brought out their meals and fresh 
drinks. 

"Hey, you're supposed to put the dressing on the salad, 
not on her face!" another jokester said. John and Cori 
laughed along with them as they ate their meals.

John noticed that the white cum showed up very brightly 
— almost fluorescent — against her dark skin in the 
spotlight. Because it was so white and thick and she 
was covered with so much oil, it dried very slowly on 
her skin, instead oozing about on her face. She kept as 
much of it on her face as she could, but one large 
strand made it down her chin and was about to fall off. 
She caught it with her spoon and scooped it into her 
mouth. Most everyone saw it and watched in fascination 
as she swished it about in her mouth before looking 
John dead in the eyes and swallowing. She licked her 
lips for show.

They finished their meal with the crowd watching every 
bite, but otherwise peacefully. Drake took very good 
care of them and gave them each a free small dish of 
ice cream for dessert. John handed Drake another $20 as 
they left, once again squeezing through the crowd by 
the front door. Many of these newcomers hadn't seen 
Cori's outfit or face, but quickly took in the bizarre 
and beautiful site, remembering every detail to tell 
their friends.

Cori waited by the front door while John went to get 
the car and pick her up. The cool evening breeze blew 
against her face, actually blowing some of the cum off 
her nose and into her mouth, which of course she didn't 
mind. She got in the car and John thanked her for the 
display, then told her to eat the rest of the cum. 

Using her fingers, she scooped fingerfuls into her 
mouth, devouring the sticky cum. She actually never 
really liked the taste of cum, but had certainly grown 
accustomed to it. While she never craved it, she didn't 
despise it any more. And, she enjoyed the reactions she 
got from the guys when she ate it and swallowed it. 
That made the slightly unpleasant taste more than worth 
putting up with and that's why it was so easy for her 
to look like she was enjoying it, even though she 
didn't like the taste. 

It took her several minutes to get her face reasonably 
clean, and by that time John had driven back to his 
house. They pulled in the driveway and John noticed his 
neighbor, Tom Richards, outside doing some yard work in 
the quickly fading evening light. Tom was about John's 
age and had lived with his wife next door to John for 
the past five or six years. Tom, of course, had seen 
Cori with John several times and was not surprised — or 
disappointed — to see her get out of his car. 

"Hello neighbor!" Tom called out, walking over to get a 
better look at Cori. "Hi, Cori. Good to see you again. 
I've been hearing about this outfit of yours all day 
today. I'm glad I get to see it in the flesh, as they 
say."

"Hi Mr. Richards," Cori replied. "A lot of people seem 
to like this suit. What do you think?" She twirled 
around, showing him the whole incredible package.

"I'd say it's one of the best I've ever seen you wear," 
Tom said, leering at her with lust in his eyes. "Man, I 
don't mind saying I'm more than a little jealous, John. 
Do her good for all us old guys, will you?" 

"You bet," John said, taking Cori by the arm and 
leading her into the house. John's house was fairly 
large for a single man, with a big living room, large-
screen TV and leather sectional couch. He had three 
bedrooms, one of which he had converted into a small 
office.

John went into the garage and came back with a large 
black tarp. He spread this out on the living room 
floor, completely covering it. Then, he dumped half of 
the bottle of baby oil right in the middle. He let it 
spread around, then told Cori to lay down in the middle 
and roll around in the oil. She laughed and said, 
"You're being extra creative tonight, John-boy. I love 
it!" She laid down on the tarp and began rolling around 
in the oil, letting a fresh coat add that extra shine 
and glisten to her skin. 

John, who had stripped down to just his boxers, kneeled 
over her with the baby oil and poured the remainder 
slowly over her writhing body. When the bottle was 
empty, he told her to lay still on her back and he 
proceeded to run his hands all over her — both inside 
and outside her suit. He stuck an oil-soaked finger in 
her pussy, which was delightfully warm and tight. But 
the lubrication and her natural juices made it easy to 
slide his finger in and out, so he gradually added 
more, not stopping until four fingers were jammed 
inside her, rubbing her pussy walls while his thumb 
massaged her clit and his other hand toyed with her 
firm tits. 

She was writhing on the oil-slicked tarp, clearly 
responding to his touch. He heard her breathing grow 
short and raspy and felt her pussy begin to spasm and 
knew she was nearing orgasm. This wasn't all that 
surprising, as she tended to cum fairly quickly.
He continued to massage her twat all the way through 
her orgasm, then told her to turn over. 

She did and he again rubbed every inch of her, spending 
plenty of time, of course, on her perfect ass. He 
spread her ass cheeks and saw the thong diligently 
hanging on, trying in vain to cover her asshole and 
pussy. He pulled it out of the way and began rubbing 
his oily hands inside her ass. 

When she was sufficiently lubed, he stuck one oily 
finger inside her, working it gently into her ass. With 
his other hand, he scooped up a handful of oil that had 
puddled on the tarp and poured it into her asshole. 
This lubrication allowed him to drive two more fingers 
into her ass, both coating the lining with oil and 
stretching and relaxing her ass. 

Soon, he could wait no longer and, believing her ass 
was properly prepped, ordered her onto her knees, head 
down, ass up. He stroked his cock, coating it with oil 
as well, then, holding her ass cheeks apart with both 
hands, plowed his thick cock into her ass. Thanks to 
the lubrication, he slid into the extremely tight hole 
fairly easily and was soon pumping her ass with almost 
as much force and gusto as he would her pussy. 

Cori, who never thought she would like anal sex before 
the shop guys had introduced her to it, found that she 
actually enjoyed it most of the time, though there were 
times she wasn't really in the mood and found it 
somewhat painful. This wasn't one of those times. 
Thoroughly lubricated and fresh off a massive orgasm, 
she was ready to take it up the ass. She loved the 
feeling of fullness that John's thick organ gave her 
and squealed with delight when he slapped her ass.

"That's it, big John," she cooed, "make me your fucking 
slut. Make me your hot little ass-whore. Fuck me like 
the naughty little bitch I am!"

She knew this kind of dirty talked turned John on and 
said it, hoping to encourage him to say the same sort 
of things to her. Often times, he hesitated, concerned 
about hurting her feelings. But tonight he was hornier 
than he had been in a long time and in just the right 
mood to say what was on his mind.

"Yeah, take that big cock, right up your ass," he said. 
"You're such a hot little bitch. I'm going to fuck you 
all night!"

"Oh yes, fuck me all night," Cori groaned. "Use me any 
way you want to."

"You like wearing my cum, didn't you slut?" John said, 
not waiting for an answer. "Everyone in that restaurant 
knew what was on your face and where it came from. 
Yeah, I'm going to fuck you real good, my hot little 
cum slut."

"Oh yeah, I love wearing your cum," Cori said. "It 
feels so good and I feel like such a pretty slut. I'd 
love to take a bath in your cum, soak me in it like 
this oil."

John studied her perfect body as he fucked her and 
pictured it covered in white, thick cum. This image put 
him over the top. He pulled out of her ass and pumped 
another thick, sticky load all over her ass cheeks and 
down the middle of her back. The slippery oil made it 
slide right off into a milky, oil puddle on the tarp. 

John told Cori to go upstairs and take a shower while 
he cleaned up. He put the tarp in the backyard to let 
it dry. He'd wash it off with the hose tomorrow and 
have it ready for use again in the future. He threw out 
the empty bottle of oil and threw Cori's cum and oil 
soak suit into the washer. Then went upstairs to join 
Cori in the shower. They soaped and lathered each 
other, cleaning each other thoroughly. 

When they got out, John put on his robe and a pair of 
boxers. With her suit in the washer, Cori had nothing 
to wear. Of course, she could have worn something of 
John's but he told her just to stay naked for now, 
except, of course, for her heels, which she put back 
on. 

If many ways, her body was even more beautiful without 
the form-fitting bathing suit and oil. There was 
nothing fake about her curves, incredible fitness or 
natural beauty. Sure, the makeup, tan and heels helped, 
but none were integral parts of her attractiveness.

Watching her from behind as she walked carefully on 
those high heels down the steps, John was overwhelmed 
with pride and joy at the fact that he was lucky enough 
to be fucking such an amazing woman. And to have her 
completely at his disposal, ready to please him in any 
way, was more than he could ever have imagined 
possible. 

Despite the fact that he had already showed her off at 
the restaurant and fucked her twice, his desire was far 
from quenched. Generally, he was much more low-key than 
this, but tonight, thanks to Cori, he felt like he was 
20 years old again. 

He was dying to show her off some more, but didn't 
really want to go out anywhere. Plus, her suit wasn't 
done washing and drying yet and she had no other 
clothes there. They could get away with doing a lot of 
things with Cori in this town, but parading her around 
totally naked would not be allowed, even though John 
guessed more than half of the residents — including the 
mayor — would have no complaints.

"Want to have a drink out back?" John asked. "Seems 
like a nice evening."

"Sure," Cori said. "Do you have something I can put 
on?"

"No," John said. "I think it's warm enough you won't 
need anything, don't you?"

"Of course," Cori smiled, realizing John was anxious to 
push things and put her outside naked. It was dark out, 
of course, but still there was something about being 
nude outside that seemed daring and adventurous, even 
to Cori, who was certainly used to public exposure. 
"Whatever you say, John."

John had a small deck built off the back of his house. 
. It was just large enough for a small table, three 
chairs and a grill. It had a railing all the way around 
it and five steps down to the ground. The deck 
overlooked his small back yard, which had no privacy 
fence. Only the neighbor directly behind him had a 
fence. The ones to the left and the right had no fence 
either. John and Cori walked out on the deck, each 
sipping on their bottles of beer. 

It was dark out and no neighbors were in sight. Cori 
sat down, but John went back inside long enough to turn 
on the outside light, which shone down directly on the 
deck. Now, anyone happening to look would certainly be 
able to see that Cori was nude.

She sat in one of the cushioned deck chairs with John 
sitting next to her. John was amazed at how she could 
go from looking so hot and slutty one minute to so 
gorgeous and elegant the next. Many women were one or 
the other, but few could pull off both looks so easily. 
And to look elegant and graceful while nude was even 
more impressive. 

They sat and chatted for several minutes, talking about 
work, dinner and the show they had put on for the other 
patrons. Cori admitted that wearing his cum in public 
had really gotten her juices flowing and probably 
contributed to her rapid orgasm from his fingers in the 
living room. She also admitted that the oil was a fun 
addition to the mix and really helped during the anal 
sex. They weren't talking loudly, but loud enough that 
any of their neighbors would have been able to overhear 
their x-rated conversation with little effort.

It was a warm night, but there was a cool breeze which 
hardened Cori's nipples to full erection. Her long legs 
were crossed and she was leaning back, relaxing and 
sipping her beer. John, in his robe, was also relaxed, 
resting for his next go-round and waiting to see if 
anyone might happen to pop outside and see them.

On cue, Tom Richards walked out his back door, smoking 
a cigar. He noticed the light on the deck and looked 
over, instantly noticing Cori's exposed state. With his 
wife out of town, he didn't hesitate to start walking 
their way to get a closer look.

"Hello, neighbors," he said, approaching the invisible 
lines between the two yards. 

"Hey, Tom," John waved. "Come on over and join us for a 
drink, if you like. Wife's out of town, right?"

"Yep," Tom answered, silently accepting John's 
invitation as he crossed into John's yard and 
approached the deck, making no effort to hide his 
interest in Cori. "So I'm sure she won't mind if I have 
a drink with you folks and enjoy this nice evening."

"Well, have a seat right there next to Cori and I'll 
grab you a beer," John said. "Cori's bathing suit is in 
the washer — actually, I'll put it in the dryer while 
I'm inside — so you don't mind that she's naked, do 
you?"

"No, not at all," Tom said. "Wouldn't have her any 
other way."

They all laughed and John went inside to put the suit 
in the dryer and get Tom's beer. 

"So, you two had a nice evening?" Tom said. He was 
staring directly at Cori's tits and it wasn't entirely 
clear whether he was referring to them or Cori and 
John. Cori assumed the latter and said, "Oh yes. John 
and I always have a good time, and tonight has been 
especially fun."

"Really? What have you been doing?"

"Well, do you want the short version — we had dinner, 
sex, more dinner, then came here and had more sex and a 
shower — or do you want the juicy details?" Cori 
teased. She was still sitting back in her chair, legs 
crossed, arms folded under her ample breasts.

"Give me the details," Tom chuckled, trying to hide his 
excitement. He felt like a 12-year-old boy flipping 
through his father's Playboy for the first time.

"Well, it started with dinner at Marlin's," Cori said. 
"You saw the bathing suit I had on earlier, right? 
Well, I was wearing that and about two bottles worth of 
baby oil. It was all I could do to keep that suit on, I 
was so slippery…"

John came back out just as Cori was wrapping up the 
story.

"… and then he flipped me over and fucked me really 
hard in the ass."

"What's going on?" John said. Cori, still calm and 
relaxed, nipples erect and legs crossed, was in pretty 
much the same position he had left her in. But Tom was 
on the edge of his seat, eyes wide, mouth slightly 
open, hanging on Cori's every word and movement.

"I was just telling Mr. Richards about our evening," 
Cori smiled. "He said he wanted details. I didn't think 
you'd mind."

"Not at all," John said, handing Tom his beer. "What do 
you think, Tom?"

"I'm happily married," Tom said. "But I think you're 
the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth. "

"I think you're probably right," John said, smiling at 
Cori. "So tell me Tom, if you were in my shoes, what 
would you do with Cori next?"

Tom smiled a devilish grin, as if imagining all the 
things he'd like to do with and to Cori. Of course, she 
had just told him that John had done two of those 
things already. Old Tom always had been and always 
would be a tit man, and one thing he knew he would like 
to do is wrap Cori's big, firm knockers around his cock 
and give her a good titty-fuck.

"Well, since you've already had her mouth and ass 
tonight and gave her a good finger-fuck in the pussy," 
Tom said excitedly, his breathing shallow and rapid, "I 
think I'd lube up her tits with some of that baby oil 
and give her a good titty-fuck."

Cori smiled and John exclaimed, "Sounds like a great 
idea to me. Then what? Would you cum on her tits or on 
her face or in her mouth?"

"I'd cum all over those big titties," Tom was clearly 
in his fantasy world now, gazing at Cori's chest, "and 
then I'd make her lick it all off and swallow every 
drop."

"Wow," John said. "That's quite a fantasy. Starting to 
get me all worked up again. Hey Tom, you got any baby 
oil? We're all out."

"Yeah, I think we do, why?"

"Well, I liked your idea enough I think I'd like to try 
it," John said. "Care to watch, you know, to make sure 
I do it right?"

"Oh yeah, I think I'd like that. I'll go get the oil."

Tom half-jogged over to his house, hunched over trying 
to hide his erection. He came back a few minutes later 
with the baby oil, his erection still standing firm.

By then, John and Cori had brought out a thick 
comforter and a couple pillows. After moving the table 
out of the way, they spread the comforter out on the 
deck and Cori lay down in the middle of it, propping a 
pillow under her head. Her legs were spread, each high-
heeled foot resting on one of the deck chairs. 

Any of the neighbors looking out their windows were 
seeing quite a show. The thought of this made John's 
cock swell, and he was ready to fuck his darling Cori 
for the third time that evening.

"Care to do the honors?" he asked Tom, motioning to the 
bottle of lotion.

"Well, I don't know. I am happily married, like I 
said," Tom looked longingly at Cori, the thought of 
rubbing all over those tits bringing him to the verge 
of orgasm. "But then rubbing a little oil on someone 
isn't adultery. It's just friendly, neighborly, right?"

"I think so," John said. Cori agreed and Tom knelt down 
next to her. Holding the bottle over her chest, he 
squirted oil all over her tits, which he was amazed to 
see didn't sag or droop off to the sides of her body, 
but sat firmly and proudly atop her chest, as if held 
there by some invisible push-up bra. The oil drizzled 
over her erect nipples like chocolate syrup on a 
cherry-topped sundae.

He set the bottle down and began rubbing the oil in, 
kneading her amazing breasts with his strong, trembling 
hands. "Man, I can't believe these are real. They're 
perfect," he said.

Cori didn't respond. Her eyes were half closed and she 
was lightly licking her lips, letting the feeling of 
Mr. Richards rough hands on her tits stimulate her. The 
excitement of doing this outdoors and being completely 
exposed further excited her. Her breasts had always 
been extremely sensitive, and Mr. Richards' 
ministrations were getting to her. Her breathing grew 
shallower, her nipples harder and her pussy wetter.

John decided to add his fingers to the mixture and 
plugged one, then two into her pussy, again using his 
thumb to tend to her swelling clit. Tom heard the soft 
"squish" as John's fingers entered Cori's moist tunnel 
and turned his head to take a look. His hands never 
left those perfect tits, but his attention was now 
equally divided between admiring those knockers and 
watching her pussy take two, then three and finally 
four fingers.

A quite, calm night filled with the sounds of chirping 
crickets now also heard the gentle, passion-filled 
moans of a horny 22-year-old babe in the throes of 
mounting orgasm, brought on by the hands of two men 
more than twice her age. Cori was arching her back, 
wriggling her hips, tossing her head and flailing her 
legs in the air, her body responding eagerly to the 
continuing stimulation. She didn't talk, only moaned, 
her mind entering a trance-like state, not thinking, 
only reacting and giving in to the pleasure.

"Oh my God, she's going to cum," Tom said, stunned. "Oh 
damn, she's hot!"

"Yeah, she's cumming all right," John said. "Don't 
stop. Keep squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. 
She loves that. When I say so, grab both her nipples 
and pull straight up on them. Don't twist, just pull. 
Got it?"

"Got it. Damn, her pussy looks hot."

"It is. She's burning up in there. She gets so hot and 
wet when she cums. Look, she's getting close."

Both men watched Cori's face, noticing her lips 
parting, her tongue licking at them, her eyes 
fluttering, her nostrils flaring. Her entire body broke 
out in a sweat, again making her golden-tanned skin 
glisten in the pale light of the deck lamp as droplets 
of water beaded up all over her body, except for her 
oil-soaked breasts. She was panting now, nearing a 
massive orgasm. 

"Now!" John said. "Pull those nipples." He watched Tom 
grab both nipples and pull straight up on them, 
pinching them tightly between his thumb and forefinger. 
At the same time, John grabbed her swollen clit, 
squeezing and pulling on it. It was sensory overload, 
and Cori shook and climaxed violently, her body 
shuddering and trembling. "Let go," John said. Both men 
removed their hands and sat back and watched Cori's 
body continue to tremble and shake, her breath coming 
in ragged rasps. 

"Amazing!" Tom whispered in awe and admiration. 
"Absolutely amazing."

Cori's orgasm racked her nubile body for about 30 more 
seconds before she finally began to settle down, her 
breathing gradually returning to normal, her hips and 
shoulder blades coming to a rest on the comforter. 

"I don't think I can wait anymore," John said, opening 
his robe to reveal his throbbing cock. He straddled 
Cori's chest and placed his cock between her tits. "Can 
I have some more oil, please?" he asked. Tom handed him 
the bottle and John poured some out over his cock and 
her tits. 

Cori's eyes fluttered open and she smiled. "Ready to 
fuck me some more, big boy?" 

"Oh yeah," John groaned, sliding his oil-covered cock 
between her oil covered tits. She pushed them together, 
wrapping his cock in her tit meat like a pig in a 
blanket. Tom sat back and watched, occasionally 
touching his throbbing hard on through his pants.

"You can beat off, you know," Cori said. "Beating off 
isn't adultery." 

"Here?"

"Sure. If you want to," Cori said. "You can cum on my 
tits, too, if you want."

Tom had his cock out in a flash, stroking it with his 
oil-slicked hands, watching as John fucked Cori's 
mountainous, glistening tits. She pursed her lips and 
licked and kissed at the head of his cock as it pumped 
between her tits. 

John decided he wanted more of that and straddled her 
face, forcing his cock down her willing throat. Tom 
watched amazed at how she was able to swallow his 
entire shaft, her nostrils again flaring as she 
breathed deeply through her nose, her airway otherwise 
cut off by John's bulging cock. 

After two orgasms, John had more staying power now and 
fucked Cori's throat for several minutes, occasionally 
looking around to see if anyone was watching. He 
thought he saw movement in one of the neighboring 
windows, but it was dark inside the window and he 
couldn't tell for sure if they were being watched or 
not. Just the thought of it, though, turned him on. 

Tom, of course, was watching intently, trying not to 
pull on his cock too much, trying to make this magical 
moment last as long as possible. It had been a long 
time since he had an orgasm, but his hand didn't feel 
near as good as Cori's tits or mouth, so he was able to 
match John's longevity.

When he was nearing his climax, John pulled his cock 
out of Cori's mouth and straddled her rib cage again, 
slapping his wet cock between her tits. Again she 
folded her tits around it and held them in place as he 
fucked her tits. A few powerful strokes later, he was 
ready to cum. He backed off slightly and pointed his 
cock at her tits, spraying them with several powerful 
jets of thick, creamy cum. There was near as much in 
this load as in the previous two, of course, but it was 
still a healthy amount that gave her darkly tanned tits 
a white-capped mountain sort of look.

John stuck his cock back in Cori's mouth, letting her 
clean him off before he backed out of the way and let 
Tom finish. Tom had held off as long as he could and 
now squatted over Cori, aiming his cock at her tits. 
His first blast was so powerful that it bounced off her 
chest and splashed across her neck, giving her a pearl 
necklace look.

It had been a long time since Tom had been this worked 
up and an even longer time since his last orgasm, so he 
had a bountiful load stored up. Squirt by gigantic 
squirt, he coated her tits in cum cream. Soon, instead 
of dark mounds with bits of white on them, they were 
two large white volleyballs with only a trace of the 
smooth dark skin that was hidden underneath the blanket 
of white cum.

He so badly wanted to have her clean his cock with her 
mouth, too, but remembered he was happily married and 
figured he had pushed the bounds of jacking off as far 
as he dared. He stood back and admired Cori's cum-
covered chest and neck, quite pleased with his 
handiwork and anxious to see her clean it up.

Cori, though, wasn't one to rush through these types of 
things. She lay still for a few moments, letting the 
men enjoy the site. Then, dreamily, she sat up and 
leaned her back against the rail on the fence. Slowly, 
she lifted her left breast to her mouth, then stuck out 
her tongue as far as she could, and lapped up a tongue-
full of cum. This drew groans from both men, who 
eagerly watched her twirl the cum with her tongue 
before swallowing it with a naughty look of 
satisfaction on her face and a gleam in her eye.

Cori continued her playful consumption of the copious 
amounts of cum for the next 15 minutes, entertaining 
the men who watched wide-eyed, sipping on the fresh 
beers John had gotten for them. She cleaned off as much 
as she could with the attractive tit-to-mouth method, 
then resorted to scooping up cum with her fingers and 
feeding it to herself. 

She found it interesting that, even though she didn't 
particularly care for the taste of any man's cum, she 
still found the act of eating cum to be fun and 
enjoyable. She guessed it was because she enjoyed 
pleasing the men, and they seemed always loved it when 
she tasted and swallowed their cream. So, the less-
than-satisfying taste became secondary to the pleasure 
she gained from putting on a show and pleasing her men. 
Cori loved to please, and she had been blessed with the 
body to do it very well.

"I've never seen anything like that before," Tom 
marveled, talking to John. "Fuck, she's the hottest 
bitch I've ever seen."

"Oh yeah," John agreed. "She's one of a kind. Gorgeous 
like a model, sweet like the girl next door, naughty 
like a hot little slut and sexy like a high-priced call 
girl. Every man has a fantasy, and she can become any 
one of them. I've never seen another woman who can pull 
that off."

"You're making me blush," Cori smiled. "Thank you guys 
for making me cum."

"No, thank you," Tom said, genuinely appreciative. "It 
was all my pleasure, believe me."

Having cleaned the cum off her tits, Cori got up and 
joined the men at the table, washing down two loads of 
cum with a nice cold beer. The cool breeze had 
significantly dropped the temperature outside and the 
cooling night air on Cori's sweaty body quickly chilled 
her and tiny goose bumps began popping up all over her 
magnificent body and her nipples again hardened. She 
shivered slightly and John noticed.

"Yeah, it's getting cold out here. We better go 
inside," John said.

"I better get home," Tom said. "Thank you for a great 
time." 

"Anytime, neighbor," John said.

"Good night, Mr. Richards," Cori cooed, blowing him a 
kiss as he returned to his house.

She took John by the arm and they went inside. Cori 
went to the bathroom and washed off her breasts and 
neck, fixed her lipstick and freshened up before 
joining John in the bedroom. He had her swimsuit, now 
washed and dried and remarkably stain-free, and she 
asked him if he wanted her to put it on.

"No, not now," John said. "Let's go to bed. You can 
just sleep naked."

John climbed into bed wearing only his boxers, and Cori 
joined him, enjoying the slick feel of the soft satin 
sheets on her smooth skin, caressing her tender thighs 
and further stimulating her already erect nipples. 

She rolled over, putting her arm across John's body, 
resting her head and left breast on his chest and her 
left thigh in between his legs. They talked for a while 
about the fun-filled day and about how much Tom had 
enjoyed the evening. Cori felt John begin to harden 
against her thigh and wondered if he could possibly 
have another one in him tonight, but instead he fell 
asleep. Cori rolled off of him, then cuddled up next to 
him and fell asleep as well.

More to come...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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