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Hard Body Shop Clerk - 7
by DL Sloan (getwild81@yahoo.com)

***

Cori Banks has more fun with her co-workers. (M+/F, 
exh, nc, oral, anal, bd)

***

FRIDAY EVENING (THE BAR & HOME)

Without a doubt, Ben and Cori had the most complex 
relationship of any of the group. To Chad, Cori was a 
fuck toy and, though they got along all right, she 
wouldn't consider themselves close friends — he had a 
girlfriend, for crying out loud. John was like a father 
figure Cori so desperately wanted to please and make 
proud. Ty was like a best friend who was fun to hang 
out with — she and Ty had almost as much not having sex 
as they did having it. Sure, he enjoyed his time 
fucking her and did it as often as he could, but he was 
also nice and fun-loving. 

Ben, on the other hand, was a combination of a lot of 
things to Cori. He was like a big brother, but he was 
also a boss and the only guy in the group she would 
consider boyfriend material. As her employer and "big 
brother", she knew he felt a tremendous responsibility 
to protect her and make sure she was treated with 
respect. At the same time, he was a man with physical 
needs and desires. Further, he was a businessman who 
needed Cori to do certain things to maintain a high 
profit level.

Torn in all these directions, Ben could one night be 
kind, sweet and romantic, the next night be laid back , 
the next night fun-loving an the next night ready for 
more serious, intense sex. Fortunately, he had Cori 
three nights a week, so he could afford to go in 
cycles. Tonight, he was horny and rambunctious and, as 
a result, had employed Cori as his sex toy for the 
evening. No doubt, there would be some hard fucking as 
the night continued. But by Sunday night, he was liable 
to be mellowed out and ready for a nice quiet evening 
in with gentle lovemaking, almost like a married couple 
might do. 

Since she understood him so well, Ben's moodiness never 
strained their relationship. She knew when he needed 
someone to be caring and loving and when he needed her 
to be a sex-crazed slut and she was happy to be both 
for him. It was a complex relationship, all right, but 
a good one and a fun one that Cori believed would last 
long past her days as a sex toy. 

But a sex toy was all she was to Ben tonight and he was 
in a very horny, very naughty mood. He wanted to fuck 
her so many times, so many ways and he wanted to show 
her off some more. Since it was getting late — about 9 
p.m. now — he suggested they go to Bailey's, a local 
bar and grill. By this time on a Friday night, it was 
sure to be crowded with people blowing off steam after 
a hard work week. What better treat for them than to an 
hour or two of Cori ogling? In her high heels and 
bobbi-socks, tiny skirt with no panties and barely-
there bikini top, she was perfectly attired and ready 
to be put on display.

When they pulled in, the parking lot was full and Ben 
had to park at the back end of the lot. They got out of 
the car and noticed that the wind had picked up and it 
was starting to rain lightly — the forecasters had been 
right about an impending storm after all. Instantly, 
the wind flipped up Cori's skirt, revealing her pussy 
and ass to anyone fortunate enough to be in view of 
her. 

Cori knew better than to try to push the skirt down — 
Ben would have told her to leave it alone. So, she 
walked in completely on display and with Ben's hand 
firmly on her ass cheek, much to the delight of a crowd 
of men standing around a pickup truck, apparently 
preparing to leave and head off to their next bar or 
party. They whistled and cheered and made crude, 
drunken comments, none of which surprised or disturbed 
Cori. She had heard it all before. She knew Ben liked 
to see her on display in public like this and that he 
would protect her if anyone got out of hand. Of course, 
no one did and they entered the bar without incident.

They had been here many times before, so there wasn't a 
big shock reaction when they came in. But all heads 
still turned, anxious to check out Cori and her skimpy 
outfit of the day. The guy to girl ratio was about 3-
to-1 in the bar, so at least 75 percent of the patrons 
were quite happy to see her. Most of the girls — who 
otherwise would have been considered scantily clad if 
not compared to Cori — were jealous of her and unhappy 
to see her. They came to this bar specifically to pick 
up men, knowing there were more men than women. They 
didn't like the guys to be distracted by Cori and hated 
it when they showed much more interest in her.

Two women who weren't disappointed to see Cori, 
however, were her dear friends Tammy (whose dad ran the 
diner) and Gina, who waved to Ben and Cori and motioned 
for them to join their table. Gina, Tammy and Cori had 
been best friends since high school and they were still 
close now. Tammy and Gina knew all about Cori's job and 
the many duties that came with it. Cori told them 
everything. They understood and supported her and 
defended her against those who called Cori a slut or a 
whore.

Tammy and Gina, who were roommates, were both fairly 
attractive girls in their own right. Gina was short and 
curvy with dark hair. She was only about 5-2, so her 
34C breasts looked extra large on her small frame. She 
had an average face and she was carrying a few extra 
pounds on her hips and thighs, but most guys certainly 
found her attractive enough to date, if for no other 
reason than to get a shot at those tits.

Tammy was much taller, with light brown hair. She was 
nearly 6 feet tall with long legs, which she liked to 
show off — though not nearly as brazenly as Cori would. 
She had a flat chest and a slightly oversized nose, but 
was again a better –than average looking girl. 

Tammy was wearing low heels, a denim mini skirt (with 
regular panties underneath), and a silky red blouse 
(with a bra). Gina had on a pair of tight jeans, pumps, 
and a tight white cotton blouse (with a bra) that 
accentuated her large breasts. Both girls dressed to 
show off their best assets, but neither wore anything 
remotely slutty or excessively revealing.

They were sitting alone at a table, having drinks bough 
t for them by would-be suitors at the bar. They each 
jumped down off their stools to hug Cori and Ben, whom 
they were also friends with, then urged them to join 
them.

"Wow, Cori, you look great tonight," Gina said, 
admiring Cori's skimpy attire. Even though Gina didn't 
want to dress like Cori, she respected Cori's right to 
do so and admired her ability to do it without 
embarrassment or shame. "So, how many times have you 
fucked our dear friend tonight?" she asked Ben.

"Just once so far," he smiled. "But the night's still 
young."

"So what have you two been up to so far?" Tammy asked 
as they all climbed back up on their stools and sat 
down.

"We've been shopping," Cori said. "We went to the mall 
and bought a bunch of new outfits and shoes."

"Well, we didn't buy the shoes," Ben said. "Cori worked 
a special deal and got about $500 worth of shoes for 
free."

"Really?" Gina asked. "How'd you do that?"

"Oh, I gave the manager and his son blowjobs," Cori 
said nonchalantly. "I've swallowed so much cum today, I 
shouldn't even be hungry, but I'm starving!" They all 
laughed and Cori reflected on how thankful she was that 
her friends stuck by her and never judged her for her 
actions or attire. In fact, they often went shopping 
with her and helped her pick out news clothes for work. 
"I'm serious," she continued as they all laughed. "The 
son almost drowned me. I had cum shooting out of my 
nose!"

The waitress, who was always friendly to them — mostly 
because the owner told her to and Ben always tipped 
well — came by and took their order and then quickly 
returned with a fresh round of beers. They drank and 
ate and chatted for the next hour, just like any other 
group of friends might. Other patrons enjoyed the sight 
of Cori's bare thighs, completely exposed as she sat on 
the stool, and nearly bare breasts, but no one bothered 
them. 

The food wasn't great, but edible and the company was 
fine. Ben and Cori always had a good time hanging out 
with Gina and Tammy. Cori told them all about her last 
couple of days, including the thong, the oil, the Sex 
Toy outfit and the extreme workout. They listened 
intently, always interested but never shocked by her 
stories any more. They liked living vicariously through 
her and hearing about her outrageous experiences.

More than once, Ben had wondered how difficult it would 
be to get these two girls into a four-way orgy, but he 
had never broached the subject. He was so happy with 
his relationship with Cori and she was so good at 
helping him bring all of his other fantasies to life 
that he hated to jeopardize the deal they had. Cori was 
easy to get along with and seldom got offended, but she 
was very protective of her great friends and Ben 
understood and respected that. He wouldn't rule out the 
possibility of bringing another girl or two in the mix 
at some time down the line, but he doubted that Tammy 
or Gina would ever be involved. 

Still, the images of a three-way, of cum coming out of 
Cori's nose and his current view of Cori's amazing body 
were all conspiring to stoke the fire in his loins. Ben 
was getting hornier by the second, a feeling he enjoyed 
and liked to let build up until he couldn't contain 
himself any more. Yes, when the time came he would be 
fucking Miss Cori very hard and very often tonight. He 
didn't have to work tomorrow, so he intended to stay up 
all night. He'd let her sleep some, but wake her up 
every time he was ready to fuck again. He hoped to nail 
her at least five or six more times before he had to 
let her go to work in the morning. Two more times in 
each hole would be a good goal. 

His fantasy was broken up when a large, muscular man 
with Italian features approached the table and, 
speaking in a New York accent, said, "Nice harem you 
got yourself here," he was speaking to Ben. It was 
obvious this guy wasn't from around here. "How much for 
the blonde bitch with the big tits?" he asked, nodding 
toward Cori.

"Oh, she's not a prostitute," Ben responded calmly 
despite the man's offensive approach. "None of these 
girls are. They're just friends of mine." This wasn't 
the first time someone had mistaken Cori for a 
prostitute and Ben had learned to deal with such 
matters calmly, avoiding conflict and sending the guys 
on there way. This guy was different. He was drunk, he 
was huge and he was obviously intent on fucking Cori 
one way or another.

"Friends, huh?" he grunted. "Bitches are for fucking, 
not being friends with. Now, she sure looks like a 
cheap call-girl slut to me, so just give me the price 
and let's do this deal. And don't give me no bullshit 
about extra for anal sex either. I want a straight rate 
for one hour of fucking. And yes, I want to fuck her 
more than once."

"Sir, I'm sorry," Ben said, standing up now to position 
himself between the man and the girls, "but you're 
mistaken. Yeah, she might be dressed kind of slut, but 
none of these girls are available to have sex with you 
or anyone else for any price. Got it?"

"Well, I think you misunderstand me, buddy," the man 
said, glaring at Ben now, clearly angry. "I intend to 
get laid and that slut right there is going to be my 
bitch. I'm willing to pay a fair price, so stop fucking 
around and name your price before I get angry." 

"Listen friend," Ben said, "either you walk away now or 
you get thrown out of this bar. Which is going to be?"

The man took a couple steps as if to walk away, then 
wheeled around and grabbed Cori's arm, pulling her off 
the stool. She fell on the floor and he reached down 
and pulled her by her tits back up to her feet, ripping 
her top clean off. He fondled her naked breasts as he 
started dragging her toward the door. "Come on bitch," 
he growled. "I'll give you $10 for an hour, how about 
that? Pretty good money for a whore like you."

Ben dove at the guy, pushing him off Cori and driving 
him to the floor. A few of Ben's friends joined the 
fray, helping corral the larger man, dragging him to 
the door and throwing him out. They watched until the 
man got in his car and drove away. 

"Are you all right, Cori?" Ben asked, genuinely 
concerned for her well-being. "Did he hurt you?"

"Oh, my tits hurt a little," Cori said, carefully 
putting her top back on with Gina's help. "I'm all 
right. What an asshole!"

"I'll say," Ben said. "Sorry about that. I thought he 
was leaving. I should have never let him touch you."

"No problem," Cori said. "Thanks for stopping him."

"You were great," Tammy said to Ben. "That guy was 
huge. I'm so glad Cori has you to protect her. Can you 
imagine what a guy like that would do if he could."

"Probably a lot of the same things I'm going to do," 
Ben smiled, feeling the mood lighten a bit, "but he 
probably wouldn't be quite as nice about it. What do 
you say, Cori, want to have one more drink and then go 
fuck for about 8 hours straight?"

"Sure," Cori smiled, rubbing her chest but feeling 
better already. The violent grab and pull on her top 
had snapped a couple of the fishnet strings and forced 
the mesh material to dig into her sensitive tit flesh. 
It was the sort of sting that stayed for a little 
while, but would wear off in the next hour or so. She 
was just glad he didn't seriously injure her.

The waitress brought over a round of beers, compliments 
of the house, and they slowly wound down from the 
excitement of the brief attack and skirmish. The girls 
got Cori laughing again, talking about her other "near-
death" experience of the day — her virtual drowning at 
the feet of Gerald. Cori relaxed and Ben's anger 
quickly turned back to building lust, his balls 
churning as he again pictured Cori with cum leaking out 
of her nose.

At the risk of insighting another unwanted attack, Ben 
told Cori to get up and walk around a bit — flaunt her 
stuff. He wanted to watch her being watched, being 
ogled and lusted after. He wanted to see the other guys 
stare and drool, wanting her so badly but know ing she 
belonged to Ben. Cori knew exactly what Ben wanted her 
to do and hopped off the stool. 

She began by walking over the bar. She leaned over the 
counter — displaying her ass and pussy to everyone in 
the bar — practically sticking her tits in the 
bartender's face. 

"Can I get some nuts for our table, please?" 

"Of course you can, Miss Cori," he said, smiling and 
resisting the urge to bury his face in her cleavage. 
"Hold on just a second. Don't move, I'll be right 
back."

"Yeah, don't move," Cori heard a voice behind her. It 
was the man sitting on the stool to her right, who was 
now unabashedly leaning over, his face inches from her 
ass. He was staring intently between her thighs, 
studying her tender pussy lips. "On second thought, you 
could back up just a bit and spread your thighs a few 
more inches if you'd like. Hey Bud, don't hurry back 
with those nuts!"

Cori actually obliged the man, arching her back a bit 
more, thrusting her ass closer to the man's face. She 
also widened her stance, given an even less obstructed 
view of her twat. The man sitting to her left also 
leaned over to take in the show, and several others 
crowded around to take a good long look at her perfect 
back side.

The guys were so close behind her she could actually 
feel their breath on her ass. One of the guys blew out 
a big breath and she felt the warm air tickling the 
hairs of her pussy. 

"Her pussy smells almost as good as it looks," one of 
the guys said.

"I bet it tastes even better," the other man responded. 

"Well stick out your tongue and find out!" one of the 
men in the crowd behind her shouted. Cori half expected 
the guy to do it, and he might have, but Bud reappeared 
with a bowl of nuts, which he slid across the bar to 
Cori. She stood back up and turned to go back to her 
table.

"Damn you, Bud!" one of the guys said, only half-
jokingly. "When did you get so fast?"

"Sorry fellas," Bud replied, chuckling. "Just doing my 
job."

Cori weaved her way through the crowd of horny guys, 
who openly ogled her body and commented on its 
magnificence. Cori returned to the table with the nuts, 
pleased to see Ben's broad smile, then asked him for a 
quarter for the juke box. He handed her one, and she 
purposely dropped it, giving her an excuse to bend over 
at the waist — slowly — and pick it up. 

Cori strode to the juke box, putting as much bounce in 
her stop and sway in her hips as she could. She again 
made a show of bending over to look through the song 
titles and drew a large crowd of gawkers before finally 
settling on one — "Cherry Pie" by Warrant. It wasn't a 
great song, but it was a sexy one. As soon as it came 
on, Cori began dancing, kicking her legs and grinding 
her ass, moving her body with grace and sensuality. 

It was a dirty dance, to say the least, as she shook 
her hips like Shakira, gyrated like Britney Spears 
swung her ass like Kylie Minogue, posed liked Mariah 
Carey and dressed like Christina Aguilera. What a 
fantastic music video her dance would have made. Of 
course, with her bare ass and pussy frequently visible 
under her skirt, not even MTV would have dared shown 
it. 

By the time the song was over, she was covered in a 
light sheen of sweat that somehow made her all the more 
alluring. Roughly two dozen men were standing around 
her, watching what amounted to a free striptease. They 
cheered and whistled when she was done, and she 
responded with a flamboyant bow, once again bending 
over to expose her ass and pussy.

She once again squeezed through the crowd, heading back 
to the table. This time, more than a few hands 
"accidentally" brushed against her breasts or ass or 
flipped up her skirt. She didn't mind because she knew 
Ben liked this part of the show. When she got back to 
the table, Ben was standing up. She noticed a bulge in 
his pants and knew he was ready to go.

"Ladies," Ben said, talking to Gina and Tammy, "it's 
been great seeing you tonight. I wish we could stay, 
but I have a lot of things I have to do … to Cori. So, 
we're going to head out. You two have fun and don't get 
in any trouble."

"OK, Ben, see ya," Tammy said. "Be good to her, now."

"Will we see you Sunday, Cori?" Gina asked. They often 
got together on Sundays, which were Cori's day off. She 
was generally free from around 8 a.m. Sunday morning, 
when Ty's time ended, to around 8 p.m. Sunday night, 
when Ben's time started. She used this time to get some 
much needed alone time or hang out with her friends. 

"Probably. Can I call you Sunday morning?" 

"Sure. See you then," Cori said with a wave.

Ben and Cori walked out with all eyes following them 
and most eyes focused on Cori's swaying ass cheeks, one 
of which Ben cupped firmly, his hand under her skirt. 

As soon as they got in the car, Ben instructed her to 
take off her top and to begin sucking his cock. Cori 
quickly removed her top, not at all concerned that 
anyone could see her tits at night, and began 
unbuttoning his pants as he drove out of the parking 
lot. His cock was about halfway erect when she pulled 
it out and quickly stiffened to full size once she 
began licking and sucking on it.

"You looked so fucking hot in there," Ben told her. 
"You should see how the other guys look at you. They 
want to fuck you so bad and they are so jealous because 
they know I get to do all the things they can only 
dream of while they're jacking off. Damn, you're so 
good at that. Yeah, suck it real hard, like a big 
popsicle. I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get 
home. I don't have to work tomorrow, so we can go all 
night. Yeah, just keep sucking just like that. We're 
almost home babe. When we get there, I'll fuck you real 
good."

Ben kept the commentary going and Cori maintained her 
place, lips firmly wrapped around his cock. She kept 
this up for the full 20 minutes until they reached 
Ben's house, a nice two-story home built on a 5-acre 
lot on the outskirts of town. He had a fenced-in 
backyard and an in-ground swimming pool and hot tub. 

As soon as they pulled in the driveway, they jumped out 
of the car and ran inside, Cori's bare tits and Ben's 
exposed cock getting soaked by the driving rain. 

"Basement," Ben said as soon as they got in the door. 
Cori led the way down the stairs into the finished 
basement that Ben had turned into a rec room, similar 
to the customer lounge at the shop. He had a sofa, a 
love seat, a recliner, a wide-screen TV, a stereo and a 
pool table. 

The walls were adorned with various framed posters of 
women. Three were of Cori. In one, she was wearing a 
tight white tank top, denim shorts, high heels and was 
drenched from head to toe. She was posed on a chair, 
her legs spread wide and her back arched, the see-
through shirt doing nothing to hide her erect nipples. 
In another, she was wearing heels and a thong bikini 
and was bent over at the waist, grabbing her ankles. 

The picture was taken from behind, of course. In the 
third poster, she was naked, on her hands and knees, 
looking for all the world like she was ready to take it 
doggy style or up the ass. The picture was taken from 
the side and she was looking at the camera, licking her 
lips suggestively.

There were six other full-size posters in the room. One 
was of Kathy Ireland, Ben's all-time favorite swimsuit 
model, showing off her stunning eyes and remarkable 
all-over tan in a bright yellow bikini. Another 
featured porn star Racquel Darrian, who was posed in a 
blue mini-dress, showing off her amazing legs and cone-
shaped breasts. 

On another wall, supermodel Tyra Banks was framed, 
wearing a tiny halter top that pushed her enormous 
breasts out the top, barely covering her mouth-watering 
nipples. Next to her was a poster of adult model Katie 
Price (a.k.a. Jordan), wearing a skimpy pair of 
athletic shorts and a flimsy excuse for a tank top. Her 
huge breasts, tiny waist and perfect legs were all well 
displayed.

The last two posters featured wrestling diva Stacey 
Kiebler, her long legs oiled up and looking amazing in 
heels and a string bikini, and fitness model Dena 
Doster, her fantastic tan, shapely thighs and round 
breasts shown off in a stunning silver bikini.

Though none of the posters were pornographic, they were 
all very sexy and suggestive and designed, of course, 
for further stimulation. Right now, Ben needed no extra 
help. He had a raging hard-on, his balls were tight and 
he desperately wanted Cori's hot little ass.

He laid down on the leather sofa and Cori, upon Ben's 
instructions, got on top of him in a 69 position.

"Suck it some more," he said. "Get it good and wet. 
Slobber all over it. When it's lubed up good, I'm going 
to fuck your ass."

Cori sucked and slobbered, trying to make his cock as 
wet as possible. She liked anal sex sometimes, but it 
was important to have lubrication. If he wasn't going 
to use any KY jelly, then she wanted as much of her 
slobber and his pre-cum lining her ass as possible. 

Ben aided the situation by eating and fingering her 
pussy, which rapidly grew moist, then sopping wet. 
Using his fingers, he transferred as much of this 
natural lubricant to her ass as he could, dipping his 
fingers first in her cunt, then in her ass. Gradually, 
the tight shute grew looser and wetter. It happened 
none too soon, as Ben couldn't wait much longer. 

"On your hands and knees, ass up, head on the floor," 
Ben grunted, jabbing his cock to the back of her throat 
one last time. She scrambled off the couch and on to 
the soft, thick carpet. She put her head on the ground, 
arched her back and spread her thighs, giving him the 
best shot at her ass. 

He took his position behind her and flipped her skirt 
up on her back. He surprised her by first slamming his 
cock in her pussy. He pumped several times, coating his 
cock in her juices. While he did this, he spread her 
firm ass cheeks with his hands and inserted first one, 
then two fingers, then three into her ass. Holding them 
there for a few seconds while he fucked her pussy, he 
waited until she got used to the feeling and relaxed. 
Then, he pulled out his fingers, pleased to see her 
asshole staying open. He pulled his slippery cock out 
of her pussy and stuffed the head into her asshole 
before it closed.

Cori moaned as she felt him stuff his cock into her, 
inch by inch. Though she had grown accustomed to the 
feeling and had learned to enjoy a good reaming from 
time to time, the initial insertion was always 
uncomfortable and sometimes painful. She concentrated 
on keeping her ass up, legs spread and muscles as 
relaxed as she could, doing everything she could to 
ease the entry.

Horny as he was, Ben was still very aware of Cori's 
comfort and took his time. His caring for her 
outweighed his powerful urge to slam his cock into her 
full-force and rip her ass apart. Slowly but 
determinedly he inched his cock into her. He was 
reminded of a common nature channel image of a snake 
pushing its way into a tiny rat-hole — slow but 
powerful, driven by internal need and desire.

Cori whimpered a couple of times, soft, cute gasps of 
breath that reminded Ben of a kitten or puppy and made 
her all the more desirable to him. He would never, ever 
hurt her, but he sure would bang the shit out of her. 
He kept pressing forward until he was finally all the 
way inside her, his balls nestled against her wet, 
puffy pussy lips. He remained still for a moment, 
watching her gain control of her breathing and letting 
her wriggle her hips into a more comfortable position.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cori said softly. "Can you please start slow?"

"Of course," Ben said. "Nice and slow and deep. How's 
that sound?"

"Good," Cori said. "Thanks."

Ben began slowly, just as she requested, pulling back a 
few inches, then pushing back into the hilt. He did 
this slowly several times, each time backing out a bit 
further and then thrusting a bit harder and a bit 
faster. Gradually, he worked into a steady rhythm and, 
when she seemed to be more comfortable, he began 
fucking her with the same steady pace he would her 
pussy. The combination of her spit, her pussy juice and 
his pre-cum provided enough lubrication to allow him to 
begin to slide in and out of her easily and painlessly. 

"Yeah, now we're cooking," Ben said, picking up the 
pace even more. "Feel my balls slapping your pussy? 
Yeah, you like that don't you?" Actually, Cori liked it 
very much. It was one of her favorite parts of being 
ass-fucked. She also liked the feeling of fullness and 
the surrender of being taken and used in a completely 
raw, animalistic sort of way. 

"Hold your ass cheeks apart for me," Ben said. Cori 
knew what this meant. She reached back, her face still 
mashed in the carpet, and held her ass cheeks apart for 
him. This freed his hands, which he used to begin 
lightly slapping her ass cheeks. "Yeah, you like that 
spanking, don't you, naughty bitch? This is what 
happens to naughty girls. They get spanked and fucked 
in the ass."

Ben pulled his cock out of her ass for a moment, turned 
on by the site of her round hole staying open, waiting 
for him to return. He did with renewed vigor, slamming 
balls-deep into her again and again. Alternately, he 
spanked her ass cheeks, careful not to hit hard enough 
to hurt her or leave any more than a small red mark. 

"Yeah, you were shaking that ass all over the bar, 
weren't you slut?" Ben said, enjoying the opportunity 
to talk dirty. "You were practically begging for me to 
fuck your ass, weren't you? Well, is this everything 
you were hoping for, you slut. A nice big cock up your 
tight little ass, balls slapping against your pussy, 
getting your ass spanked. Yeah, you love this, don't 
you, bitch? Take that big cock all the way, slut. Damn, 
your ass is fucking hot. I'm going to cum in your ass, 
bitch. That's what you wanted, right? An ass-full of 
cock and cum?"

Moments later, Ben delivered on his promise, pumping 
her bowels full of his spunk. Cori was glad it happened 
pretty quickly. While she had learned to enjoy a good 
ass fuck, she liked them to be quick. She could have 
marathon fuck sessions with her mouth or pussy — and 
had many times — but found that anal sex stopped being 
enjoyable for her after about 10 or 15 minutes, 
especially when minimal lube was being used as it was 
this time. 

There was plenty of lube now, though, as her ass 
overflowed with white, jelly-like cum. As he pulled his 
cock out, a long stream of cum followed, spilling out 
and running down her crotch and into the welcoming 
crevice between her pussy lips. Ben pulled her lips 
apart, letting the cum run out of one hole and into the 
other. 

"Oh, that was so good, Cori," Ben said. "I had been 
wanting a piece of your ass all day. It was worth the 
wait."

"You know it's yours any time you want it," Cori said, 
slowly standing up, her legs a bit shaky from the rough 
reaming her ass had just taken. "Shall I go clean up?"

"Sure, I'll wash up upstairs and meet you back down 
here in a few," Ben said. "Oh, and just go ahead and 
take off your clothes. We're in for the rest of the 
night, so there's no reason to keep you all covered up. 
Just leave the heels and choker on." 

Cori went to the bathroom in the basement, while Ben 
went upstairs. Normally, Cori would have cleaned off 
Ben's cock for him, but only Chad ever required her to 
clean his cock after anal sex. The others, being more 
aware of Cori's feelings and health, cleaned 
themselves. 

Cori took her time cleaning up, washing her ass and 
pussy and fixing her lipstick. She rinsed her mouth 
with mouthwash and brushed through her hair. As 
requested, she removed her top and skirt and came out 
of the bathroom wearing only her heels and that sexy 
choker wrapped around her slender neck. 

Ben was sitting on the couch, waiting for her to join 
him. He was wearing a pair of silk boxers and nothing 
else. He had poured two glasses of wine and had turned 
the TV on to a baseball game. 

She curled up on the couch next to him, snuggling in 
against him as he put his arm around her. Aside from 
the nudity and the fact that he had just fucked her 
ass, they might have been any couple snuggling on the 
couch, sipping wine and watching a game. That didn't 
last long.

With her soft skin and firm, warm body pressed against 
him, semi-erect nipples and tender thighs touching his 
skin, Ben found it impossible not to touch her, kiss 
her and play with her. Soon, his arm around her bare 
shoulder led to his hand on her bare breast, which then 
led to his fingers on her quickly hardening nipple. 

He kissed her gently on the lips, then on her neck and 
finally took one long nipple into his mouth. Cori's 
nipples were very sensitive and she felt shivers of 
pleasure ripple through her as his soft lips sucked and 
nibbled on her nipple. Having had two orgasms this 
evening, he was now in no rush. Gently, he sucked on 
both nipples, squeezing her breasts and listening to 
her slightly more intense breathing.

He loved to watch her cum and he hoped that this nipple 
play would lead in the right direction. It usually did. 
He felt her body begin to respond as he continued his 
gentle touching and kissing. He ran his fingers over 
her flat, firm belly and lightly touched her thighs. He 
pulled her into his lap, putting her tits in his face. 
He continued to kiss and caress them gently, happy to 
feel her nipples get so hard and pleased by her body 
language as she leaned into him. 

There was no dirty talk this time. This was a more 
sensual, erotic encounter, somehow made more intense by 
their silence. The only sounds were Cori's adorable 
gasps and whimpers as Ben slowly stoked her fire. That 
fire was spreading quickly from the tips of her 
nipples, through her breasts and down toward her loins. 

With one hand on one breast and his mouth on the other 
breast, Ben gently touched her between her thighs, 
lightly teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of her 
thighs. She gasped and spread her thighs slightly, 
giving him room to explore further and find her pussy. 
He cupped her mound gently in his hand, feeling the 
heat radiate through his palm. She was getting hot, all 
right, and he relished the idea of watching her cum. 

Wordlessly, he turned her body sideways in his lap, 
then laid her down on her back across his lap, 
positioning her so that her head lay on a pillow, her 
back rested on one thigh and her ass on the other. In 
this position, her face was in easy view and her tits 
and pussy were both well within reach. To further 
expose her pussy to his probing fingers, he lifted her 
right leg and put it on the left side of his head, 
resting it on the back of the couch. He then put her 
left foot on the floor, spreading her thighs wide. 

Cori closed her eyes and threw her hands back over her 
head, letting him do as he pleased to her body — all of 
which felt very good to her. With strong, experienced 
hands that knew their way around her body, Ben touched 
and teased his toy. He squeezed her breasts again and 
rubbed her nipples, making sure they were still at 
maximum arousal. Then he trailed his fingers lightly 
over her belly, watching her flinch and tremble as he 
tantalized delicate nerve endings. 

Light caresses on her hips and thighs led him closer to 
her pussy once again. He slid his fingers through the 
narrow tract of well-trimmed blonde hair on her mound, 
following the thin line straight to her pussy lips. 
Warm and moist, they split readily to allow his middle 
finger to slide up and down between them. He didn't 
insert any fingers, just kept sliding them back and 
forth between her lips and over her clit, which now 
swelled up into an ultra-sensitive hot button. He 
teased it mercilessly but gently, rubbing back and 
forth across it, then around, occasionally trapping it 
between two fingers and squeezing softly. 

With nipples and clit all erect, pussy hot and juicy 
and legs spread wantonly, Cori was the picture of sex. 
Ben hadn't built back up to another erection yet, but 
watching and playing with Cori was bringing him back 
quickly. There would certainly be more sex for him 
later. Right now, it was about pleasuring Cori and 
making her cum. While his fingers danced and played all 
around her pussy, never yet venturing inside, he 
intently watched her face. Her eyes were closed and she 
frequently licked her red, slightly parted lips. Her 
nostrils weren't doing their telltale flaring yet, but 
he expected it soon. 

They both maintained their silence, focusing on the 
other sensations. Cori began rolling her hips in small 
circles, the desire building slow and steady between 
her thighs. Ben took his time, continuing to tease her 
clit and pussy lips, occasionally tweaking her breasts 
or tickling her belly, but never entering her pussy. 
She was very wet now, and extremely hot. 

She began lurching, slightly at first, then more 
aggressively, signaling that she wanted fingers or 
something — anything — in her pussy. Naturally, Ben 
denied her that pleasure for several more minutes, 
knowing that the longer he did so, the more desperate 
her desire and, hopefully, the more intense her orgasm.

Soon, Cori's writhing became so earnest that she could 
no longer keep her left foot on the floor. Ben picked 
it up and pushed it back by her head. She took the hint 
and pinned it behind her shoulder. Now, both legs were 
up and spread wide, leaving her twat obscenely exposed 
as if she were position to do the old bicycle kick 
exercise. Ben fought the urge to slap at the puffy 
pussy lips that now glistened, moist and hot right in 
front of his face. 

Despite her urgent thrusts and demanding whimpers, he 
still did not enter her pussy. He continued to massage 
it, using both hands to stimulate her lips and clit. 
She was practically humping the air now, but still he 
did not part those juicy lips. He continued to play 
with his sex toy, patiently watching her writhe in 
excruciating ecstasy, thrusting her hips, arching her 
back, whimpering and moaning and licking her lips. 
Finally, he saw those nostrils flare and felt her body 
tremble and he knew the time was right.

Slowly this time, he inserted one finger into her 
steaming snatch. His other hand continued to massage 
her clit in slow, agonizing circles. He pumped his 
finger slowly in and out of her despite her attempts to 
speed him up by humping frantically against his hand. 
He did appease her slightly by adding a second finger, 
but still did not pick up the pace with either hand. 
Her moans were filled with frustration now, but also 
intense pleasure. She was getting closer and closer to 
a massive orgasm. 

Her breath was coming in short gasps and she began 
playing with her own nipples. Ben gave her a third 
finger in her pussy and pinched her clit. Her belly 
twitched and her entire body shivered and trembled as 
her orgasm rocked through her. Ben kept playing with 
his cumming toy, never letting up, and no sooner did 
her orgasm subside than she was on the verge of 
another. 

"Pleeeasse!" she begged, breaking their silence with 
just one word. Ben gave in, added a fourth finger and 
began finger-fucking her at a much faster pace. He 
continued to play with her clit and held on to her 
pussy through a second body-rocking orgasm. Her hips 
kept pumping, she kept moaning and it was clear she 
wasn't done. Ben gladly kept going, playing with tits, 
clit and pussy as she spasmed through three more 
orgasms over the next 10 minutes. Finally, after orgasm 
number five, her body collapsed, exhausted and very 
satisfied. Only then did Ben remove his fingers and let 
her put her legs back down. 

By this time, there was a small pool of her juices on 
the leather couch and her body was again covered in a 
light sweat. And, Ben was ready for his own round 
number 3 to begin. Smiling and laughing, he handed Cori 
her wine.

"Wow, that was something else," he said, watching her 
take a sip. "You needed that as much as I did earlier."

"Oh, that felt so good," Cori said. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, baby," Ben said. "My pleasure. I love 
to watch you cum. Turns me on — as you can see."

Sure enough, she looked at his crotch and saw that his 
cock was now about half-erect. "Hmm, what can we do 
about that?" she teased. "How about you give me a 
minute in the bathroom, then I'll be right back to 
discuss the various ways we can address this problem."

While Cori cleaned up, Ben cleaned the couch, then 
waited anxiously for her return. As soon as Cori came 
out of the bathroom, Ben told her to bring her bikini 
top with her. Cori was a bit puzzled by this, but 
picked it up and brought it back to the couch. 

"All right," Ben said, "here's the deal. The game is in 
the fifth inning, which means it should last about 
another hour or so. You are going to suck my cock for 
the remainder of the game — slow and steady. Every time 
the pitcher throws a ball, you will deep throat me and 
stay all the way down until the next he throws a 
strike. When he throws a strike, you will suck the head 
of my cock. 

"Because I want to last as long as possible, you will 
not bob up and down like you normally might. Just suck 
the head or hold the entire shaft in your mouth. During 
commercials, you can sit up and rest your jaws and get 
something to drink. I will sit her on the couch and you 
will lay across me with your head in my lap. Any 
questions so far?"

"I don't think so," Cori said. "Oh wait, what's the 
bikini top for? Do you want me to put it back on?"

"No, I've got another idea for it," Ben said. "I know 
you know not to use your hands while sucking cock, but 
over the course of an hour or so you might forget. So, 
to make sure you don't make that mistake, I'm going to 
tie your hands behind your back. You don't have a 
problem with that, do you?"

"Of course not," Cori said. "Whatever you think is 
best. Just don't tie them too tight, please."

"No problem," Ben said. Cori turned her back to him and 
Ben wrapped her wrists together in the tiny fishnet 
top, then used the thin straps to tie a loose but firm 
knot that would easily hold her until he was done. 
"There, does that feel all right? Not too tight?"

"Feels fine," Cori said. "Thank you."

Ben sat back down and pulled his cock through the 
opening in his boxers. Cori hopped on the couch and 
laid down on her stomach, her head in his lap. 

"All right, it's 10:05 p.m. and the game is in the 
bottom of the fifth inning, one out," Ben said. "Let's 
see if we can make it to the end of the game. All 
right, here's the pitch — strike one. Play ball!"

Cori immediately went to work, taking the head of his 
cock into her mouth. He was still only semi-erect, but 
she felt his cock harden as her lips and tongue began 
their well-choreographed dance on his mushroom head. 

"Ball!" Ben said. Cori immediately dropped down, taking 
his entire cock into her mouth. She held it there, not 
moving her head at all, stimulating him only with 
suction, her fluttering tongue and the warmth of her 
throat. "Ball two!" She stayed where she was, breathing 
comfortably through her nose. It was far easier to hold 
a cock in your throat for a long period of time than to 
take a vigorous throat fucking. When a guy was slamming 
his cock into your throat as hard as he could time 
after time, it could become hard to breathe and the gag 
impulse was stronger. Relatively speaking, this was 
easy for a pro like Cori.

Ben, thoroughly enjoying both the game and the service 
being provided by Cori, sat back and sipped his wine, 
occasionally looking down to watch his cock disappear 
into his sex toy's mouth or to check out her ass, but 
mostly watching the game, which was tied 3-3 between 
the Braves and Dodgers. Ben was a pretty big Braves 
fan, as were most people in this town. The first batter 
— the Braves' cleanup man — finally drew a walk, 
meaning Cori kept his cock in her throat during the 
time it took the batter to walk to first, the catcher 
to come out to the mound to talk to the pitcher and the 
next batter to step in the box. The first pitch was 
another ball and Ben's cock remained deep inside its 
new home.

Having cum twice tonight already, Ben was in no rush to 
get off again. He had very good staying power and was 
confident that, with Cori's help, he could maintain his 
erection but hold off his orgasm for at least most of 
the rest of the game, at which point he hoped to drill 
her pussy — the only orifice he had not cum inside yet 
today. 

After the inning ended, Ben let Cori up to catch her 
breath and relax her jaws. He gave her some wine and 
then went upstairs to get some cold beer and some 
chips. He had no end table downstairs, so when the game 
resumed, he put Cori's prone body to further use. He 
pulled her bound hands up into the small of her back 
and set the bowl of chips on one ass cheek and the bowl 
of dip on the other. He held the beer he was drinking 
and put a second cold beer in her bound hands. 

The talented Miss Cori now seemed to be performing some 
sort of carnival act: "Come See The Incredible Sex Toy 
Serve Dinner With Both Hands Tied Behind Her Back And 
Her Face Filled With Cock!" 

Ben wasn't into ridiculously kinky stuff — that was 
Chad's territory — but on occasion he loved to tie Cori 
up in some sort of light bondage. She was in no pain or 
discomfort now, but he loved the sight of her hands 
bound behind her back. He supposed it was something to 
do with having the power to do what he wanted to her 
and her submitting to him, but it was a power he would 
never abuse. He wouldn't hurt her, but acting out the 
controlling fantasy was a major turn on. He liked 
sometimes to spread her legs and tie them to the 
bedposts or to tie her tits in soft scarves. He knew 
Chad got a bit wilder — too wild as far as Ben was 
concerned, but Cori assured him he had never hurt her — 
but light and seductive bondage worked just fine for 
Ben.

He also liked to fool around with toys from time to 
time and, since they were in no hurry, he decided to 
have some more fun. What good was a sex toy if you 
didn't play with her? He had two strings upon which 
were tied four balls, designed specifically to be 
inserted into pussy or ass. Since he had two, double 
penetration made perfect sense. 

While she continued her mouth exercises based on balls 
and strikes, he inserted the string with the thicker 
balls into her pussy, watching each of the balls pop 
inside her elastic snatch. The balls were large — about 
the size of golf balls — and filled her cunt nicely. 
When all four were inside, only about an inch of string 
was visible outside her pussy lips. It was knotted and 
had a loop in it to grab and pull out the balls. 

The balls on the other string were just slightly 
smaller and he dipped these in some of his leftover 
wine to lubricate them. He poked them one by one into 
her ass until only the small tab of string was sticking 
out. He thought of her holes filled with those balls 
and was dying to see her try to walk.

At the next half-inning, he removed the chips, dip and 
beer from her body and asked her to go to the bathroom 
and retrieve her skirt for him. She stood up, her hands 
still tied behind her back, the two bits of string 
hanging out of her ass and pussy, and walked as 
naturally as possible across the room toward the 
bathroom. She heard Ben chuckle as she had to assume an 
exaggerated bowlegged stride to accommodate the cargo 
she was carrying in her ass and pussy. She made it to 
the bathroom without incident, but wasn't sure how to 
pick up the skirt with bound hands. 

"Bend over at the waist and pick it up with your 
teeth," Ben instructed, sensing her indecision. As she 
bent over, he saw a metallic gold ball straining 
against her pussy lips and a silver one tucked just 
inside her asshole. To bend over far enough to pick up 
the skirt, she had to spread her legs out far to the 
side, keeping them straight, sort of like a giraffe 
bending over for a drink of water. With the metallic 
balls straining at her orifices, she presented quite a 
view.

She managed to grasp the skirt in her teeth and slowly 
stood back up, smiling and chuckling at herself, 
realizing how ridiculous she had to look. Ben was 
laughing, too, clearly enjoying the show and finding 
humor in her awkward movements. She was in no pain, so 
there was nothing sick or twisted about his enjoyment; 
it was funny, and they both knew it.

She returned with the skirt and Ben took it from her 
mouth. She realized he had just wanted to watch her 
walk, so she was a little surprised when he actually 
had a purpose for the skirt. He put it over her head, 
then had to stretch it to squeeze over her shoulders 
and then her breasts. Right under her breasts, he let 
the elastic go and hug her tight around the rib cage. 
This served two purposes: 1) it propped up her already 
firm tits even more, pushing them out and 2) it pinned 
her upper arms against her back. It was more about the 
look than any kind of actual restraint, but Ben liked 
what he saw. 

The game came back on and they hurried back into 
positions, Cori sucking gently on his cock-head after 
the first pitch came in for a strike. It was now the 
top of the seventh inning and they had been at this for 
a little over 30 minutes. Feeling Cori's tongue explore 
his pee-hole, looking at her unique bondage and 
thinking about the jumble of balls inside her was 
making it harder for Ben to hold out. He wasn't sure he 
could make it to the end of the game. 

"No break this half-inning," Ben said. "It's the 
seventh-inning stretch, so we need to do some 
stretching." Cori didn't answer, just kept sucking. 
When the inning was over, Ben told her what to do.

"Stick my cock in the side of your mouth," he said. "I 
want to see it inside your cheek." She did as 
instructed and he thrust upward, the head of his cock 
pushing against the inside of her cheek. "Yeah, it's 
stretch time — let's see how far we can stretch your 
cheeks." Ben started fucking her cheek, ramming his 
cock in and out very fast and hard. Cori just relaxed 
her mouth and neck and let him use her mouth as he 
desired. He put his hand on her throat, not choking 
her, but holding her in place, running his fingers 
around and under her choker. He shoved his cock down 
her throat and felt her throat react to the intrusion.

Ben was about to lose control when the game came back 
on and a strike was called. He let go of Cori's neck 
and she resumed her position on his cock-head, no 
bobbing, just licking and sucking. He did his best to 
focus on the game, trying not to think about what she 
was doing to him, but of course not wanting her to 
stop, either. The game, fortunately, was still tied and 
the Braves were mounting a rally, so it did hold his 
interest just enough to keep him on the verge instead 
of past it.

The Braves' rally died and the game was still tied, 
heading to the eighth inning. It was now 11 and Cori 
was still going strong, nearly an hour into the 
blowjob. In between innings, Ben moved around to the 
other end of the couch so that he was sitting with her 
legs on his lap. She was still face down, hands and 
arms bound behind her. 

"Spread your legs a bit, babe," he said. "I think you 
have something stuck in your pretty pussy. Let me try 
to get it out for you."

Cori spread her thighs, giving him an unobstructed view 
and pathway to her twat. Ben grabbed the string and 
pulled slowly on it, feeling the resistance as her 
pussy involuntarily hugged the balls inside her. He saw 
her lips spread open and the first ball begin to 
emerge. With a final tug, it popped out of her pussy 
with a soft, wet pop and, despite coming fresh off 
multiple orgasms, Cori gasped as she felt a fresh new 
volt of pleasure.

He continued pulling steadily as the second, third and 
finally fourth balls popped out of her pussy, which was 
now slick with fresh juices. The game began again 
before they could get to the balls in her ass, so Ben 
resumed his position, putting his cock back in her 
mouth. The Braves brought in a reliever who was 
throwing nothing but strikes, so Cori spent virtually 
the entire inning working over Ben's cock head. It was 
a quick, three-up, three-down inning, and Ben went back 
to work on the balls in Cori's ass.

He had to pull a little firmer with these, her tight 
ass having a vice-like grip on the lucky spheres. When 
the first one popped out, Ben studied the way her 
asshole stayed open in a cute round O, affording him a 
look inside her where he could see the next ball ready 
to drop down the chute. He also noticed that her pussy 
was glistening with moisture now and leaking tiny drops 
of viscous fluid. He pulled the remaining balls out of 
her ass, each making a gushy, popping sound, then 
jammed his cock back in her mouth as the game resumed 
in the bottom of the eighth inning.

This was another quick, strike-filled inning, which was 
helping Ben's staying power. Sure, Cori's tongue-work 
on his cock-head was great, but it was the deep-
throating that really pushed him to the edge quickly. 
When the inning was over, he sat back down between her 
legs and picked up the larger balls which had only 
minutes early had the good fortune to be residing 
within her tender pussy walls. The balls were slick 
with her juices and he easily popped two back inside 
her cunt. Then, to her surprise, he pushed the other 
two sufficiently lubed balls into her ass. He had to 
push both ends of the string inside her — one end in 
each hole, so the only "handle" to remove the balls was 
a half-inch of string that was stretched between her 
asshole and pussy.

The game came back on for the ninth inning, and Ben 
left Cori's holes filled like this while he sat back 
down, putting his face back in his lap. 

"I just love baseball, don't you?" he said, holding the 
back of her head while she took him all the way down 
her throat after the pitcher threw a ball in the dirt. 
She mumbled something meant to sound like "Hmm, mmm" 
but it was hard to even mumble with eight inches of 
cock lodged in your throat. "It's an American tradition 
— baseball, apple pie and getting your cock sucked. 
That's what life's all about."

Ben sounded very contented and he was. How much better 
could he really have it than he did right now? A major 
babe, bound, naked and at his disposal, a big-screen TV 
tuned to the game, a cold beer in his hand — life 
really was good. He reached down between her legs and 
stuck his finger in her pussy, feeling the hard metal 
balls inside her. He pushed on them, removing the slack 
from the string and pushing them deeper inside her. 
Then, he did the same with the balls in her ass. She 
squirmed in apparent appreciation and kept on sucking. 
She had been sucking his cock for about an hour and a 
half now and showed no signs of fatigue or reduction in 
blowjob quality.

The top of the ninth was a long inning as the Dodgers 
loaded the bases, including two walks, before finally 
going down without scoring a run. The game moved to the 
bottom of the ninth, still tied.

Cori, who was also still tied, sat up in between 
innings and Ben gave her a sip of beer. Then he laid 
her back down and resumed playing with her ass and 
pussy, driving fingers into both holes and then 
spinning the balls inside her. Cori twitched and 
thrashed, driven crazy by the feeling of all that 
movement inside her. Just as the game came back on, Ben 
yanked all four balls out of her in a quick succession 
of sticky pops. 

"This could be the last inning," he said. "In baseball, 
they say play each game like it could be your last. 
Well, I want you to suck my cock like it could be your 
last. You've been great the whole game, but I want your 
absolute best effort for this last half inning."

Cori gave him that, for sure. Her jaws were aching now, 
but nothing was going to keep her from pleasuring him. 
The Dodgers' pitchers added to her pain and his 
pleasure by walking three of the first four batters. 
The multitude of balls and seemingly endless catcher-
pitcher-manager conferences required her to deep-throat 
him for roughly 12 of the first 15 minutes of the 
inning. She didn't bob her head, just as Ben requested, 
but he was now putting his hands on the back of her 
head and thrusting his cock into her. They weren't the 
long, hammering strokes he sometimes used in skull-
fucking her, but they were still very deep and powerful 
and a strain on her aching jaws and raw throat. He was 
punctuating each thrust with chanting cheers for the 
Braves during their rally.

"Come … on … Braves … get … a … hit … here … now … … 
hurry … up … so … I … can … fuck … my … sex … toy … cum 
… slut … bitch …"

As if aware of his waning restraint and respectful of 
the hot pussy waiting for him, the Braves came through 
for Ben, getting a base-hit to drive in the winning 
run. It was now 11:45, more than an hour and a half 
after Cori had started sucking Ben's cock. 

"Great job, babe," Ben said. "Let celebrate."

He pulled his cock out of Cori's mouth and pulled her — 
still bound — onto his lap. She spread her legs and 
straddled him and he leaned forward to suck on her 
tits. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her 
on to his cock, pushing down on her hips and driving 
his cock into her pussy. He let her sit and grind on 
him for a few minutes while he preoccupied himself with 
her tits, but soon his desire took over. He began 
lifting her tight cunt up and down on his stiff rod, 
thrusting his hips into her. 

Unable to balance herself with her hands, Cori clamped 
tight around him with her thighs and hung on for a very 
bumpy ride. He was practically throwing her up and down 
on his cock, the skin of their thighs smacking together 
with each thrust. After nearly two hours of build-up, 
Ben didn't last long in Cori's juicy snatch, blasting 
the velvety hole with his third load of jism of the 
night. 

"Strike three, batter's out," Ben joked as his cock 
softened and Cori slid off him. She slid to her knees 
on the floor and dutifully cleaned his cock, which was 
covered with her juices and his own semen. When she was 
done, Ben removed the skirt, untied her hands and sent 
her off to clean up.

It was beginning to get late and Cori had to work 
tomorrow, so Ben decided to let her go to bed. But he 
was far from done with her for the night. He wanted at 
least one more time in each hole.

"Go on up and get some rest," he told Cori. "I will be 
up later and will probably wake you up. I have a lot of 
energy tonight."

"I noticed," Cori chuckled. "Wake me up any time you 
want."

"I will. So sleep naked and be ready," Ben said. "I 
expect it to be an all-nighter."

"Sounds good," Cori said before giving him a kiss 
goodnight and heading upstairs to bed. She kicked off 
her shoes and removed her choker before laying down on 
the soft satin sheets completely nude. She was 
exhausted from the days' many activities and quickly 
fell asleep.

Ben stayed downstairs, watching TV. He flipped around 
the channels, watching sports, music videos and a few 
minutes of a movie on one of the adult channels. They 
were showing a movie featuring Jenna Jameson performing 
her amazing tricks, somehow looking innocent and like 
the dirtiest bitch on the planet, all at the same time. 
The combination of rest and this visual stimulation — 
plus the knowledge that his sex toy was nude upstairs, 
ready for him — brought about another hard-on for Ben 
around 1 a.m.

Cori had been asleep for about an hour when Ben entered 
the bedroom, quietly approaching the bed and gently 
pulling back the covers. Cori was curled into a cute 
little ball. She looked so sweet and angelic, a faint 
smile on her lips. Ben noticed that even in her sleep, 
her nipples were half-erect. 

Ben slid into bed next to her and, still asleep, she 
nuzzled herself against him. Her nipples rubbed against 
his chest and her soft thighs felt silky smooth against 
his cock. Ben kept a bottle of lubricant in the 
nightstand and pulled it out. He rubbed some on his 
cock, then rolled Cori over onto her. She awoke and 
started to roll over to face him, but he stopped her.

"Stay there," he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. 
"I want it this way." He spread her ass cheeks with his 
fingers and poured a few drops of the lubricant on her 
asshole. He used his fingers to push it inside her and 
begin to loosen up her tight rear channel. 

Cori was still half asleep when Ben mounted her, 
lifting her ass up and pushing her head into the 
pillow. She woke up quickly when all eight inches of 
his cock drove into her ass. "Oh yeah, got to fuck my 
sleeping beauty. Got to fuck her in the ass," Ben said, 
talking more to himself than her. "She likes it good 
and hard in the ass, the fucking slut. Yeah, what a hot 
little ass." 

Ben gave it to her good and hard and Cori, still 
somewhat dazed and groggy and very tired, did her best 
to arch her back and wiggle her ass in conjunction with 
his thrusts. There was really nothing in this for her 
this time — she was just his sex toy, his plaything, 
his cum receptacle. And she was happy to be all those 
things for him. She was also happy when he came, 
dumping another load in her ass. A few minutes later, 
she was ready to go back to sleep. 

But after cleaning up, Ben returned with a soft scarf.

"You looked so good tied up tonight, I'd like to tie 
your wrists to the bed," he said. "Do you think you can 
sleep like that?"

"I'm sure I can," she said. "I'm really sleepy." 

He tied her wrists together to the headboard, the soft 
material holding her firm without putting her in any 
undue discomfort, and left her alone. He returned about 
an hour and a half later — it was now around 3 a.m. — 
and found her sleeping soundly once again. He pulled 
the covers down just far enough to reveal her huge 
breasts and watched her sleep for several minutes, 
studying the rise and fall of her tits as she breathed. 

Finally, his cock rock-hard, he climbed on the bed and 
woke her up by patting her face lightly with his cock. 
"Wake up, baby," he whispered, "time to suck some 
cock." Before she could speak, he straddled her face 
and slapped his cock between her lips. As soon as she 
was fully awake, he drove his cock all the way into her 
throat and proceeded to throat-fuck her, holding her 
neck and head in his hands and forcing his cock in and 
out of her mouth. 

"Yeah, nothing like a good throat fuck in the middle of 
the night," he said in a soft, raspy voice. "You know, 
some people wake up and want a midnight snack or go 
sleepwalking. Me, I need a good cock-sucking. Lucky for 
me I have my own sex toy tied up naked in my bed, ready 
to give me one any time I want."

In his usual style, he was narrating this to no one in 
particular, the words serving only to add to his 
excitement and fantasy and bring him to an even 
stronger climax. When he came, it felt great, but his 
load size had diminished drastically from his first few 
fucks of the evening. Still, he gave Cori a respectable 
amount to swallow as she enjoyed her own midnight 
snack. After she cleaned his cock, he left her laying 
there, still tied up, cum drying on her lips and chin, 
and let her go back to sleep. 

Ben went back downstairs, but returned at about 5 a.m. 
This time, he woke Cori up by pulling her legs up and 
binding her ankles — spread out to both sides — to the 
headboard as well. Cori woke up immediately, of course, 
and asked him what he had in mind this time.

"Pussy," he said. "I've had your ass twice, your mouth 
twice and your pussy once tonight. So, I owe you one in 
the pussy. I'm going to spread your legs wide, fuck you 
really hard in that tight honey pot, then let you go 
back to sleep until I'm ready again."

"You do have a lot of energy tonight," Cori said. 
"Well, clearly I'm helpless and totally at your mercy, 
so come get what you want. I'm your sex toy, so play 
with me and ride me hard."

Ben appreciated the encouragement, but didn't need it, 
as he quickly slammed his cock up her widely exposed 
cunt and began hammering away in a frenzy of lust and 
power. Cori could do little with her body to encourage 
him — her arms and legs being secured to the bed 
assured that — so she played the helpless victim, 
surrendering herself to be a pleasure source for her 
master and a receptacle for his spunk. He was fucking 
her so hard, her head, protected by a pillow, was 
banging rhythmically into the headboard and her tits 
were bouncing and slapping together. 

He was holding onto her narrow waist — his hands nearly 
encircling her — and slapping her wet pussy against his 
cock. He was drilling her as hard as he ever had and, 
due to his numerous orgasms already, lasting longer 
than he normally would at this pace. It was a frantic, 
almost brutal pace that he maintained for nearly 15 
minutes. By then, her legs and hips were beginning to 
ache and her neck was getting sore from the repeated 
jarring against the headboard. She was urging him on 
with dirty talk, but his balls were simply drained and 
it was taking time to muster another load. It didn't 
bother Ben any; he was thoroughly enjoying this and 
wasn't anxious for it to end.

Finally, after a little over 20 furious minutes, Ben's 
cock spewed a few short blasts of cream into Cori's 
well-fucked twat. Exhausted, he lay on top of her bound 
and spread body a few minutes before removing his cock 
and putting it in her mouth for cleaning. When her work 
was done, Ben untied both her wrists and ankles. 

Sleepy, exhausted and thoroughly fucked, Cori staggered 
to the bathroom, her shaky legs barely able to carry 
her. Being in fantastic shape, though, and certainly 
used to repeated sexual escapades, Cori gradually 
regained her strength and was walking much better when 
she came out of the bathroom. Still, she understood 
where the idea of being fucked so hard you can't walk 
came from. 

She lay back down in bed and Ben kissed her on the 
cheek, telling her to get some rest. She assumed he was 
done with her for the night — after all, it was now 
5:30, he had fucked her six times already and she 
desperately needed sleep and rest before going to work 
in a few hours. Ben still wasn't ready to sleep and 
left her alone. Two hours later, he was back, waking 
her up yet again, his hard cock pointed at her face. 
"Another blowjob," he said, matter-of-factly. 

He sat back in the bed, hands behind his head, and 
watched her go to work. She knew this wouldn't be a 
quick one, so she spent plenty of time licking his 
shaft and balls and sucking on the head, in addition to 
giving him the occasional deep-throating he loved so 
much. Fifteen minutes of her sucking and licking 
finally led him to put his hands on the back of her 
head and drive his cock into the back of her mouth. He 
fucked her face hard, but not nearly as roughly as he 
had before, and eventually gave her another little sip 
of sperm.

It was now 8 and Cori had to go home and get ready for 
work. She had had some long nights with the guys 
before, but this was probably the longest. She was 
going to have to go to work, then go on her date with 
Ty. She knew how much he looked forward to his one 
night a week with her and hoped she could have enough 
energy to make it good for him. Her long hours in the 
gym usually came through for her in these situations, 
but Ben — fucking her seven times himself, plus the two 
blowjobs in the mall and all the excitement and dancing 
in the bar — had totally worn her out and left her with 
only about three hours of very interrupted sleep. 

It wasn't unheard of, but what Ben did next had only 
happened a couple other times in the last two years. He 
told Cori he was going to give her the day off work so 
she could get some sleep and be ready for Ty. 

"I know I've worn you out," Ben said. "I want to take 
you home so you can get some rest. Ty can pick you up 
after work and by then I'm sure you'll be ready for 
him. I don't mind giving you the day off, but the guys 
will need someone to answer the phones. Do you think 
Gina or Tammy might be willing?"

"I'll give them a call," Cori said. She called and both 
Tammy and Gina agreed to help out. Ben said he'd pay 
them each $200 to cover Cori's shift. Of course, they 
didn't need to dress like Cori or have sex with anyone. 
They just needed to be courteous to the customers and 
answer the phones. 

Ben called John, who was working this morning with Ty, 
and told him what was going on. Both men understood, of 
course, and despite being disappointed they wouldn't 
get to see Cori's special Saturday outfit, Ty was happy 
she would be well-rested for him. He himself had a big 
day and night planned for her. 

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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