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Hard Body Shop Clerk - 6
by DL Sloan (getwild81@yahoo.com)
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Cori's hard workout turns hardcore. (MF, nc, exh, voy,
anal, bd)
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FRIDAY AFTERNOON
After lunch, Cori set about doing some of the paperwork
that seemed to pile up so quickly while she was
involved in her many sexual escapades. Both she and Ben
fully understood that her sexual duties were top
priority, so there was seldom any stress over the
paperwork. Still, Cori considered herself a very
responsible professional and took pride in keeping up
with the bills, inventory and payroll as best she
could.
Other than the mail and FedEx guys coming in to drop
off packages and get their daily tit-squeeze, Cori was
relatively uninterrupted for the next couple of hours
and by 3 had put a significant dent in her stack of
paperwork. The guys were all busy in the back of the
shop. John and Chad had already had their Cori fix for
the day, Ty was gearing up for a big Saturday night
with her and Ben's balls were aching as he thought
about all the things he was going to do to her tonight.
He tended to be a bit wilder and more adventurous on
Friday nights than any of his other date nights and had
some unique ideas for tonight.
But now it was tanning and workout time for Cori and
Ben came out to relieve her at the front desk. There
was no set schedule, but in general the guys tried to
allow Cori time to workout and tan four times per week.
She was usually able to do this on Saturday afternoons
and at sometime on Sunday, leaving only a couple other
times during the week. Cori had reminded Ben that she
hadn't worked out in a couple days and he had agreed to
free up some time Friday afternoon.
With Ben at the desk and no patrons in the shop yet,
Cori went to the tanning room first. There, she
stripped down completely nude and lay on the tanning
bed for 15 minutes, just enough to maintain her already
perfectly dark, golden tan.
Then, she put her clothes back on — she had workout
clothes at work, but often times the guys preferred her
to work out in the outfit of the day, and that was the
case today — and went into the gym. By now, Ty, John
and Ben were sitting around on the benches, ready to
watch her. Chad was watching the front desk, expecting
the arrival of Chester, Gordon and the rest of the
Irregulars. They would be happy to see that Cori was
working out — that was always a very popular show.
For Ty, John and Ben, it was easy to see why. With
loud, fast music blaring through the gym, Cori began
her workout with some stretching. This, of course,
involved a lot of bending over, arching her back and
generally contorting her body in ways men fantasized
about. The guys sat on the bench, enjoying the show
they had seen hundreds of times but never tired of.
Still wearing her heels, choker, cutoffs and tank top,
Cori the Sex Toy then began doing a bit of light weight
work. She did a few exercises meant to tone her arms,
then moved on to some of the leg machines. Ben stopped
her and told her to take off her thong and then put her
shorts back on. She complied, handing him her thong for
safe keeping.
She sat down at a machine designed to work her outer
thighs and hips. With her legs together, she had to
force them apart in order to lift the weights. She did
three sets of 25 on this machine, the guys carefully
positioning themselves for a good view each time her
golden thighs pushed apart. The tiny cutoffs rode up
high in her crotch and low on her belly and squeezed
tightly against her pussy. The narrow band of denim
wasn't wide enough to cover her twat, so at least a
portion of one pussy lip or the other was always on
display.
She moved to another machine upon which she had to lay
down on her stomach, then do curls with her legs. In
this position, her ass was poised high in the air, her
shorts hugging her hips and failing to cover large
portions of her ass and pussy. The guys all gathered
around, watching closely and helping her count out the
reps.
By the time the Irregulars started filtering in, Cori
had completed her weight work and was on the treadmill.
For this, Ben allowed her to put her tennis shoes on,
not wanting to risk a broken ankle. She was still
wearing her cutoffs, tank top and choker and her body
glistened all over with a fine sheen of sweat. The
moisture was quickly soaking the ribbons of cloth that
formed her tank top, making it even more transparent
and her dark, erect nipples even more visible.
When most of the Irregulars were there and gathered
around, Cori picked up the pace, breaking into a jog.
The resulting bouncing of her breasts was mesmerizing.
They were so firm, there was no flopping around, just
consistent, solid bouncing and jiggling. More than
once, her shirt shifted enough that one or both of her
nipples poked through the tears. And with each stride,
her tiny shirt flipped up enough to provide brief
glimpses of her naked tits.
The view from behind was also quite intriguing, the
rhythmic swinging of her hips and shake of her ass a
welcome sight to everyone in attendance. The guys
watched and talked and sipped their beers while Cori
bounded along, seemingly in time to the rocking music.
So far, this was an ordinary workout. Cori was doing
her normal routine and the guys were watching and
reacting as they normally did. But as had been the case
all day, things started turning a little wilder than
usual. Maybe it was because it was Friday. Maybe it was
the gorgeous, sunny weather. Maybe it was because she
was wearing clothes that said "SEX TOY" and they were
taking that to heart and playing with her. Whatever it
was, every guy she had encountered today seemed a
little extra excited, like someone had jolted them with
a bit of electricity, heightening their senses and
removing their inhibitions.
It all started when she finished her 20-minute run and
went to one of the benches to start doing her ab work —
sit-ups, crunches, etc. With her knees up and feet
together on the bench, she started doing sit-ups. Ben
sat down at the end of the bench to hold her feet and
keep them from flying up. Each time she sat up, her
face came within inches of his.
"Come on, Cori," Ben encouraged her, counting her reps.
"Come all the way up. You're stopping short. Go all the
way. Don't stop until your lips touch mine." He rested
his chin on her knees and puckered his lips. Each time
she sat up, she gave him a kiss before going back down.
"Damn, Ben, I'd have her kissing more than my lips,"
Gary, a 44-year-old factory supervisor, said, drawing a
lusty laugh from the crowd. Everyone agreed, of course,
but they were shocked when Ben actually went ahead and
dropped his trousers. Kneeling on the bench, he put his
cock between her knees.
"All right, all the way up," Ben said. "Don't stop
until it's all the way in." Cori did a double-take, as
if to say "Are you serious? We've never done this in
front of everyone like this before." But she saw from
the look in his face and the hardness of his cock that
he was very serious. So, of course, she did what he
wanted. She sat up, opened her luscious lips and kept
leaning forward until her lips reached the base of his
cock. Then, slowly, she retreated until her back was
flat on the bench.
The guys erupted in cheers and whoops and demanded she
do some more.
"How many have you done so far?" Ben asked.
"27."
"And you usually do 200, right?"
"Yep," Cori smiled, proud of her flat stomach that she
worked so hard to maintain.
"Well, I guess that leaves 173 to go, doesn't it?"
"Sure does," Cori said, and the guys cheered again.
The men gleefully counted off each rep as Cori kept up
a steady pace. By number 50, Ben's cock glistened with
pre-cum and by 75 he was on the verge of grabbing her
and face-fucking her right then and there. Knowing his
only "Cori conquests" left for the week would be used
up with his date tonight, he stepped aside and motioned
for Ty to take his place. Ty, John and Chad had all
already used up their conquests for the week as well,
with the exception for Ty's date night on Saturday, so
none of them could go all the way here. But there was
no rule saying they couldn't still have a bit of fun
and get their dicks wet without cumming.
There was a time when Cori had been unable to deep-
throat Ty's 10-incher, but lots of intense practice had
paid off and Cori could now do it with little more
effort than with any of the others. Still it was an
impressive site to see that much thick, dark cock
disappear into such a captivating mouth, then slowly
re-emerge, slick with spit, inch by inch.
Ty lasted up to 150 sit-ups, but then felt his balls
begin to tighten and churn and knew he better step
away. John took over, stuffing his thick shaft into
Cori's mouth 50 times until she had finally completed
200 sit-ups. She sat still for a moment while the guys
gave her a round of applause and some whistles, then
moved on to her next exercise.
After their erections subsided, John, Ben and Ty all
put their pants back on and watch intently as Cori
began her deep knee bends. She did these while holding
a bar over her shoulders for weight and balance. Again,
someone from the crowd had a suggestion.
"You know," Bart, a heavy-set man in his mid-fifties
said through his full beard. "It's a shame to waste all
that effort and not give her something to squat on."
"What do you suggest?" Ben asked.
"Well, my cock, of course," Bart replied.
"Sorry, bud, can't let you do that," Ben said. "But
would you settle for a finger or two?"
"Fuck yeah," Bart said. "I'd love to dip my fingers in
that juicy twat."
"And I think we'd all like to see that," Ben said,
getting the instant approval of the crowd. "Go ahead,
Bart, dip your fingers in there and tell everyone how
good that feels."
Cori waited until Bart got into position, holding his
hand between her thighs, his middle finger extended.
When he was ready, she pulled the crotch of her jeans
to one side and squatted down. Her pussy, which was
moist from all the cock-sucking and heated exercise,
easily split open to take his thick, hairy finger.
As he felt her soft, velvety flesh surround his digit,
Bart let out a long, loud hoot and proclaimed it the
tightest, hottest pussy he'd ever felt — and he had
felt plenty, he assured them. They didn't believe the
latter but they sure believed the former and looked on
excitedly as she continued her squats. Encouraged by
the crowd, Bart added a second finger, then a third, to
her exercise, proudly reporting that she was getting
hotter and wetter with each repetition. Sure enough, by
the time she had finished 50 squats, Cori's pussy was
burning up, her juices flowing and her clit throbbing.
Her erect nipples ached for attention and she had an
urge to lay down in the middle of the floor and tell
someone — anyone — to ravish her hungry body.
Instead, she thanked Bart for his assistance with her
exercise and kissed him on the cheek. Then, she went
over to exercise bike. This was one of those sleek,
thin bikes made for spinning classes and vigorous
workouts. Cori liked to ride it for about 15 minutes as
kind of a way to get her heart rate back up after the
treadmill walking/jogging.
She got on, but by now everyone had the same idea.
Gary, who had suggested the cock-sucking sit-ups, was
given the honor of having Cori sit on his hand while
she rode the bike. When she lowered her crotch to the
seat, he pushed the denim crotch band aside and
instantly thrust two fingers inside her and began
rubbing her clit with his thumb.
"Bart's right," he told everyone, "hottest fucking
pussy I've ever felt. Damn, this bitch is on fire!"
Never had any of her workouts included this sort of
thing, but Cori was beginning to think they should. Her
pussy really was on fire and she loved the feel of his
fingers in and around her pussy. She was pumping her
legs and leaning forward, riding the bike at her
standard speed. In this position, her heavy breasts,
aided by gravity, tugged against the overmatched,
overstuffed tank top, her cleavage all but spilling out
the top.
As was her routine on the bike, at the three-minute
mark she stood up on the pedals for a one-minute
sprint. When she did this, Gary took advantage of the
increased mobility for his hand and started driving his
fingers — four of them now — in and out of her in a
vigorous fucking motion. It was all Cori could do to
focus on pedaling. There was so much distraction from
the guys and especially from Gary and her pussy. What
she really wanted to do was stop pedaling and let him
finger-bang her, but she kept going, sitting back down
after the minute sprint was over, again riding Gary's
fingers.
So it went, every three minutes Cori would stand, Gary
would finger-bang her as hard and fast as he could,
then they would both slow back down, working steadily
toward the end of the exercise. Cori's pussy was
sopping wet now and the bicycle seat was stained dark
from her thick fluid. If someone had grabbed her tits
right then, Cori knew she would have cum. Instead, she
kept riding, ever on the verge of a massive orgasm,
until finally the 15 minutes were over.
When she got off the bike, her skin sparkled with
sweat, glistening almost as it had yesterday when
coated in the baby oil. Her nipples were rock hard and
everyone knew her pussy was hot and wet. She was a
vision of pure sex and every man in the room ached to
fuck her, but no one — because of their strict rules —
could.
Normally, Cori finished her workout with some light,
calm stretching as she cooled down while the guys just
watched. Today, she had plenty of helping hands, the
stretching was intense and it resulted in anything but
a cool-down.
The Irregulars, who normally were very respectful of
all the rules and deferred to Ben and the staff before
doing anything with Cori, were all but demanding an
equal opportunity to touch her and feel her hot pussy.
After consulting briefly with John, Ty and Chad, who
had now abandoned the front desk and come back to join
the party, told everyone to line up. They would each
get a turn to help Cori with her stretching exercises.
There were now an even dozen Irregulars there, and they
lined up by age, youngest to oldest. As she went
through each stretching exercise, Cori would tell one
or two of the guys what to do. For instance, to stretch
her arms and back, she stood with her back straight and
had one guy pull back on her arms. While he did this,
the next guy in line played with her protruding
breasts, focusing his attention on those aching
nipples. Then, they switched places. Each guy then
finger-banged her red-hot pussy for a few seconds
before stepping aside to let the next guys take their
turn.
The guys had truly turned Cori into their sex toy for
the afternoon, fondling her and finger-fucking her as
they pleased. But in all the commotion and taking
turns, none of the attention on Cori's pussy was ever
long enough or sustained enough until the final
stretch, which was administered by the elder statesmen,
Gordon and Chester.
Gently they eased themselves down on to the on either
side of Cori, who was laying flat on her back in the
middle of the mat.
"What do you need us to do, Cori?" Chester asked.
"All right, Gordon, you hold my right leg down and
Chester, you pull my left leg up and back. Just go slow
and steady and keep my legs straight."
With Gordon holding down her right leg, Chester took
her left ankle and lifted her leg straight back,
keeping a hand on her knee to keep the leg straight.
"Keep going, slowly, that's it," Cori said, feeling the
welcome burn in the back of her thigh. "Just a little
more. OK. Hold it there."
"Gordon, you know what to do," Ben said. Sure enough,
Gordon, using his legs to hold her leg down, slipped
her denim shorts aside and jammed two fingers into her
pussy. At the same time, Chester used his free hand to
grope her tits, toying with those firm nipples. Cori
moaned in pleasure as the men three times her age
groped and fondled her, playing with her like a kid
with a puppy. She was the ultimate toy for grown up
boys.
After a few minutes, they switched legs, Gordon holding
her right leg back and playing with her tits while
Chester finger-banged her twat and held her left leg
down. Cori, her pussy on the verge of explosion now,
then told them to hold both legs back over her head,
stretching her thighs and back. The position also
completely exposed her cunt, which was aching for more
attention and the ultimate release.
Ben now stepped in and held Cori's ankles over head.
"You guys both deserve to finish her off," he said.
"You don't mind sharing, do you?"
"Not at all," Chester grinned, sliding two fingers
inside her. Sitting on the other side of her, Gordon
also slid two fingers into her pussy. They each them
pulled back the walls of her pussy, opening it wide and
getting a good look inside her velvety pink tunnel.
They held it open while each of the guys came by and
took a good look deep inside Cori, then let it snap
back shut, impressed by her pussy's tightness and
elasticity.
Her clit was throbbing now and Gordon devoted his
attention to it with one and her tits with the other.
Chester slipped four fingers into her pussy and began
finger-banging her again. With her legs back and pussy
so wet, it was easy to slide his fingers in and out of
her. Encouraged by her moans and the guys' cheers, he
pumped harder and harder, slamming her pussy as fast
and deep as he could.
Cori was now demonstrating her classic pre-orgasm
signs. Her eyes were two-thirds closed, her lips were
parted and she was panting, her nostrils flaring. Her
body was tense all over, her nipples and clit were so
hard they ached. Her body broke out in a fresh sheen of
sweat and her legs and tummy were trembling.
She had never been put in a position like this in front
of such a large group of men before, but she sure
didn't seem to be minding it. She had lost all sense of
where she was and what she was doing. She was terrific
at giving into her urges and letting her body do what
it needed to do. She blocked everything else out,
focused on the pleasure-giving hands and came in a
violent, trembling orgasm that was obvious to everyone
present.
She let out two quick, raspy, high-pitched gasps, then
her body went completely limp. She was spent. Between
the workout and the high-energy orgasm, she was
completely wiped out. Ben put her legs back down and
Gordon and Chester wiped the pussy cream off their
hands and onto her sweat-soaked tank top, each giving
her tits a last firm squeeze before slowly standing
back up.
Cori lay on the mat, curled up, her eyes closed and a
smile on her face. Ben thought she was about to fall
asleep. He helped her to her feet and she thanked
everyone for their help during her workout and her
orgasm.
"Thank you guys so much," she said, looking disheveled
but beautiful. "I really appreciate the helping ...
hands. You guys are the best."
They gave her another round of applause, then she
stumbled off to take a shower. Ben told the guys he had
to duck out for a second and walked briskly out the
door. He came back about 10 minutes later carrying a
small duffel bag. He went back into the shower room
where Cori was just drying off.
"Here," he said. "Didn't think you'd want to put those
sweaty clothes back on. Just put on what's in the bag —
nothing else. This is what you'll wear for our date
tonight. Take your time getting ready."
Cori, still tired from a sex-filled day, did just that.
She dried and brushed her hair, put on fresh lipstick
and rubbed lotion on her skin. Just sitting and
relaxing started bringing her energy back. She was in
incredible shape and seldom struggled to find energy
for whatever the guys asked of her. There was no danger
she would be too tired to perform for Ben tonight.
She opened the duffel bag and took out the clothes,
replacing them with her Daisy Duke outfit. The new
outfit was also quite skimpy. It consisted of a pair of
black pumps, white bobbi socks with lace around the
ankles, a black mini-skirt, a black bikini top and a
black choker. Cori wasn't surprised to see that there
was no bra, no thong or panties in the bag.
She had worn this skirt many times before, sometimes
with a thong, sometimes without. It was very short, of
course, and was pleated, hanging loosely off her hips,
ending just at the bottom curve of her ass cheeks.
Because it was loose instead of the tight style she
wore so often, it flipped up when she walked and, being
so short, revealed more than just a hint of her ass
with every step. And if she bent over, ass and pussy
were there for anyone fortunate enough to be standing
behind her.
The bikini top was made mostly out black fishnet. It
tied around her back and neck with tiny black white
spaghetti straps that contrasted nicely with her dark
skin. Her nipples were covered by two small circles of
black cloth, each about an inch in diameter. Everything
else was the black fishnet, which naturally covered
very little of her breasts.
It was a very sexy, somewhat formal outfit compared to
the more casual and playful Daisy Duke/Sex Toy attire
she had been wearing. This was the sort of outfit that
hinted he might be taking her out for a nice dinner or
to a show.
When she was finished dressing, she checked herself in
the mirror and then grabbed the duffel bag and walked
back out into the shop. Cleaned up and fresh off an
invigorating workout and mind-blowing orgasm, she felt
lively and energetic now. She was ready for whatever
Ben had in mind for the evening and was anxious to
please him.
For his part, Ben was anxious to get on with the date.
Cori's show had him worked up and ready to go. It was
now almost 5 and informed the Irregulars and his staff
that he and Cori were leaving a bit early. Of course,
no one complained a bit.
Cori came out and twirled around, showing off her
outfit to everyone, then waved goodbye as Ben took her
by the arm and led her out the door.
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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