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(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... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47