The Hard Body Shop Clerk Ch. 04

"Thanks, Cori, I really needed that," Chad said, his head finally clearing and his demeanor returning to normal.

"I can tell," Cori said, laughing lightly. "I've never seen you quite so ... energetic."

"Yeah, sorry about that second one," Chad said. "It surprised me too. I know I went over the limit. Do you think I should tell the guys?"

"Oh no," Cori said. "I don't think that's necessary. It's not like it's ever happened before. You obviously needed it and it's my job to provide it. Let's forget it about it this time and keep it as our little secret. Just remember that I can't be doing that all the time."

"No, of course not," Chad said. "I would never ask you to. Thanks for understanding. You're just so damn hot I couldn't help myself."

"Thanks. I can't wait until next week. If you're that revved up again, we could set some sort of record," Cori laughed. Chad laughed too and they put their clothes, Cori wriggling her hips to squeeze back into the cutoffs.

Chad went back out to the garage while Cori went to the restroom to freshen up before beginning her work day. It wasn't even 9:30 and she had already been fucked three times and had two orgasms — her encounters with Chad had been way too quick and sudden for her to come close to a third. Cori had a feeling this was going to be a crazy day. Boy, was she ever right.

The next couple of hours were ordinary enough. Ben came out to talk to her a bit and of course inspect her outfit, which he approved of. He said he was looking forward to their date that night and mentioned that they might try to leave a bit early to catch an early movie.

John and Ty came in at 10 and also inspected and approved of her outfit and John spent 15 minutes relating the previous night's escapades at the restaurant and at his house. It was routine for the guys to share at least some of the details of their dates, as they found they liked to share ideas and experiences. There was never any jealousy or competition; after all, they each got their fair share of opportunities. Cori always joined in and got to add her own details and commentary.

They all got a kick out of the neighbor jacking off on Cori and thought that might be a good way to give their special customers a treat without actually letting them fuck Cori. Cori, of course, said it was fine with her as long as it was in a controlled and safe environment.

A couple of different customers — semi-regulars — came in, dropped off their cars and spent an appropriate amount of time ogling Cori, but overall things were normal until about 11 when Troy and Steve, a pair of 17-year-old local high school students who were out of school because of some parent-teacher conference, stopped in with Troy's old Buick Le Sabre. He wanted to add tinted windows. Both boys were a frequent customer, though not big spenders, and were familiar with Cori and, like every other guy in school, obsessed with her. They both also happened to be budding artists who had sold some drawings and even painted a mural downtown.

When they saw Cori's outfit, they immediately had some artistic suggestions for how to improve it. Ben and Ty were all ears.

"Well, you guys did a great job cutting down the shirt and jeans to fit her body," Troy pointed out. The four men were standing around Cori,, who stood with feet apart, hands on hips, ready for inspection and instruction. "But while you had your scissors out, you could also have cut some slits and holes in them — you know, kind of like jeans with the holes in the knees and stuff."

"Yeah," Ben said, patting Cori's ass, "there is a bit too much coverage here on her ass. I think we'd all like to see a bit more of this hot ass. What do you say, you guys want to do the honors? We'll get you some scissors."

"Sure," Steve said. "But you know, Troy, I had another idea. You know how a lot of the girls in school wear those shirts that say 'juicy' or 'bootylicious' on them? Well, we could spell something when we make the cuts."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Troy said. "What do you guys think?"

"Fine with me," Ben said. "Any suggestions on what it should say?"

"How about we cut 'SEX' into the shirt and 'TOY' into the shorts," Ty suggested.

"That's good," Ben said. "You guys up for it?"

"Of course," Troy said. "Some scissors and an exacto knife would be great."

"And maybe some masking tape or something, so we can kind of map it out before we cut," Steve added.

Ty brought them the necessary materials and the boys set to work while Ben and Ty watched and John and Chad worked on their car. First, they worked on her shorts. They had Cori bend over the back of a chair, keeping her legs straight, while they mapped out the best places to make the cuts. Using thin strips of masking tape, the spelled out "TOY" across her buttocks, making the letters tall enough that they extended within a quarter inch of the top and bottom edges of her shorts and wide enough that they covered her ass from left to right. Their cuts would leave only thin strips of denim covering her ass in a sort of spider web type design.

Both boys were visibly excited, their hands shaking and crotches bulging as they laid their hands on their ultimate fantasy for the first time.

"Pretty hot to the touch, isn't she fellas?" Ben chuckled, noticing their excitement. "How's she compare with the high school girls?"

"Shit, no comparison," Troy said. "None of them are like her."

"Get much action over there?" Ty asked.

"Sure, some," Troy said. "I've gone out with this chick from the tennis team a few times. She's got great legs and she can really suck cock, but she won't swallow. And, she's got no tits. Flat as a pancake"

"Well, at least you get some head," Steve said. "The girl I've been dating has nice tits that she lets me play with a lot. But we've only had sex twice and she won't suck my cock."

"That's a shame," Ben said. "But at least you're getting some, right? So, what do you think of Cori's ass, anyway? You're getting a great view of it right now."

"Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Troy said without hesitating. He was fidgeting with the tape now, moving it slightly just to have an excuse to keep touching her. More than once, their hands had touched the bare portion of her ass and they had stared openly at the gap between her thighs that gave them a direct view of her barely covered pussy. Troy desperately wanted to reach out and touch it and squeeze it, but contented himself with feeling up her incredibly tight, firm ass. Steve, naturally, took the same liberties.

"I agree," Ben said. "Could look at that ass all day, couldn't you? Well, boys, I like your artwork there. What do you say, want to work on the top now? "

The thought of groping Cori's huge, firm titties was almost more than the boys could bear, but the readily agreed they were ready to move on. If they had to give up the view of her ass, there was no better way to substitute it than with a close-up look at those knockers.

Cori, who had remained silent and oh-so-willing compliant during all of this, stood up and turned around. Upon the boys' instructions, she put her hands behind her back on the chair and, keeping her legs straight, arched her back, effectively sticking out her chest. The boys took a few seconds to enjoy the view before finally pulling off strips of tape and setting about their job of spelling out "SEX" across Cori's skimpy tank top. Finding enough fabric to cut into without actually slicing the top in two was difficult, but the boys were diligent in their efforts, applying and moving and rearranging the tape — all the while squeezing her breasts and occasionally tweaking her nipples — to get it just right.

"Fucking-A," Steve said in awe. "I've never seen real tits this big before. I can't believe they're not plastic."

"Those are the real things, boys," Ty assured them. "Biggest natural titties I've ever seen that didn't sag or look fat. Perfect tits, I'd say."

"Shit yeah," Troy agreed. He couldn't have hidden the erection in his jeans if he tried, so he didn't. He wasn't the least bit ashamed to be aroused by Cori; why fight the impossible?

Cori herself was a bit aroused by the eager, curious hands and her nipples were fully erect, much to the boys' delight. They were amazed and thrilled that she just stood there while they fondled and ogled her, never once showing any signs of wishing they would stop or of being in the least bit annoyed. If anything, it seemed to them she was enjoying it.

When Ben, Ty, Steve and Troy agreed that the lettering was just right on both tops and bottoms, Ben told the boys to cut away. First, Cori wriggled out of her cutoffs and handed them to Steve, who first admired her in her red-hot thong before going to work with the knife and scissors. Then she removed her top and handed it to Troy, who likewise admired her bare breasts for several minutes before beginning his work.

"Cori, you better go to the break room for a few minutes while these boys work," Ben said. "I think you might be too much distraction right now. Plus, we don't need any of the town stuffies walking in while you have your top off anyway."

Cori, now in only heels and a thong, strode off to the break room, both boys' eyes tracking her every step, jaws dropped open as they watched her ass in motion. Once she was gone, the budding artists went to work, conscious of two things: 1) making their artwork look neat, because they were genuinely proud of their craft and 2) making the letters as large and the lines as thick as they could without completely shredding either garment.

When they were finished, they told Ben and he summoned Cori back out into the office. This time, the boys were treated to the sight of her jiggling breasts as she approached them, dark nipples still fully erect. Troy handed her the flimsy tank top, which was now little more than a rag filled with holes and tears.

"Thanks!" she beamed at him, acting as if he had just given her the greatest gift in the world. She quickly lifted it over her head — the boys enjoyed the lifting motion of her tits as she did this — and put it on.

The bottom edge still fit snugly under her nipples and the neckline still plunged deeply into her cleavage, but little else about the top was the same. Had the top hung loosely on her, it would have looked like it had been run over by a lawn mower and all that was left was a tattered, ripped piece of flimsy cloth. But since it fit so tightly, the fabric was stretched to its maximum and the cuts and tears were magnified. With her dark skin showing through the holes, it was quite easy to make out the word "SEX" across her chest.

The creative boys had sliced the letter "S" over her right breast so that the bottom of the letter passed right over her nipple. They had measured it so carefully that the cut actually stopped about a quarter of an inch before it reached her nipple and resumed about a quarter of an inch past it. As a result, her nipple was covered, but if her shirt shifted as little as half an inch either way, her nipple would be poking right through the rip.

The covering of her left nipple was just as precarious. They had cut the bottom legs of the "X" so that they stood on either side of her nipple. In the middle, the "E" was cut in thick ribbons, similar to the muscle shirts Hulk Hogan liked to rip apart. Her bulging cleavage strained against and through these small openings. It looked like one deep breath could rip the shirt in two.

The boys were clearly pleased with their work and Ben and Ty congratulated them on a fine job. Ben, for fun, approached Cori and twisted her tank top a bit to the side. Sure enough, both nipples popped out of the tears in the shirt. He gave them both a gentle squeeze, then put the shirt back in place with a nod of approval to the boys for their creative thinking.

"Great work guys," he said. "Let's see how the shorts turned out."

Steve handed Cori the modified shorts and she again wriggled into them. The guys all watched from behind, admiring the way her hips rocked and rolled as she squirmed into the skin-tight denim. Once she pulled them into place and snapped the button, they got their first good look at "TOY" written across her ass. The result was no less impressive than the "SEX" written across her tits.

Again, because the shorts were so tight, the cuts and tears were stretched to their maximum, making it easy to read the word on her ass, her dark, smooth skin forming the letters. Because there was a little bit more fabric to work with here than on the tank top, the boys had made the letters in block format, very large and wide.

The "T" was carved out over the left ass cheek and the "Y" covered the right. Less than half the original covering remained on both cheeks. In the middle, the "O" provided a healthy view of her ass crack and the thong pulled tightly between her cheeks.

Ty approached her and put his finger in the "T". The tear was about the width of his finger tip, so he traced each letter with his finger, tickling the sensitive skin on her ass.

"Excellent job guys," Ty said. "I thought it was a pretty hot outfit to begin with, but you guys made it even better. Good work."

"Yeah, so good I think they deserve a reward," Ben said. "How about I give you half-price on that window tinting?"

"Really?" Troy asked. "That would be awesome. Thanks, man."

"No problem," Ben said. "Steve, bring your car in sometime and we'll give you the same deal, if you like."

While the boys celebrated their good fortune, Ben quietly pulled Cori aside. After a brief conversation, Cori nodded and Ben said, "Cori has a favor she would like to ask of you guys, if you don't mind."

"Sure, anything," Troy said, unable to imagine what he could possibly do for this goddess.

"Guys," she began, with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her, making her look shy and sheepish, "I hate to ask, but, well, you're both so cute and sweet that Iwas wondering if you would mind letting me taste your ... um, well, you know — your cum."

The boys' jaws dropped and eyes bugged out. Cori expected this, of course, but acted like she thought they were offended. "I know, I know," she said, "you both have girlfriends. That's why I don't want you to fuck me. Just jack off and let me taste your cum. Pleeeease!" She batted her eyelashes at them and looked down, as if embarrassed.

"Shit yeah," Troy said. "You can taste my cum. In fact, forget my girlfriend, I'd love to fuck you."

"Me, too," Steve agreed.

"Now fellas, that's mighty nice of you," Ben said. "But you better not cheat on those girlfriends of yours. Now, I think Cori will be satisfied with a couple loads of cum to fill that little tummy of hers. Cori, why don't you go into the break room and get ready."

Cori turned and headed back into the break room, closing the door behind her. Ben then talked to the boys and laid down the ground rules.

"All right fellas," he said. "Here's the deal. You can touch her breasts, ass and pussy with your hands, but not your cocks. She can touch your cocks with her hands only. You can jerk off on her or whatever — just don't cum on her hair or on her clothes. Anywhere else is fair game. And, unlike those snooty girlfriends of yours, yes, she will swallow your cum. Any questions?"

"No sir!" they both chimed in.

"Then go have some fun. Just don't get rough or try to fuck her. That will get you thrown out of here forever. We like you guys and appreciate your help with the clothes, so play by the rules, have some fun and maybe you'll get to do it again sometime. Now go on."

Steve and Troy assured him they wouldn't take advantage of the situation and practically sprinted toward the break room. When they went in, they found her sprawled out on the table, wearing nothing but her choker, her heels and a big "come-fuck-me" smile. Her torn and tattered clothes lay in a heap on the floor.

The boys stood on either side of the table, just staring at her naked body, which somehow looked soft, smooth and firm all at once. Her curves were amazing, but natural. Her skin was flawless and free of tan lines. Her nipples were hard and her lips moist and red after a fresh application of lipstick.

"So, it's OK to touch you?" Troy asked.

"Sure, I'm all yours, boys," Cori said. "Touch me anywhere you want. Just be gentle. Now, you've seen all of me. Don't you have something to show me?"

The boys needed no further invitation to drop their pants and shorts and show her their throbbing cocks. If they had any misgivings about being naked in the same room, they were washed away by the euphoric feeling of being in the same room with a naked Cori. She quickly appraised both cocks, noticing that Steve's was the thicker and longer of the two, but that both were nice, serviceable sizes.

As soon as he got his pants off, Troy reached for Cori's breasts, taking them both in his hands and squeezing them, amazed by their size and firmness. Seeing that Troy was already enjoying himself, Steve quickly joined in and went straight for the pot of gold. He gently spread her thighs and she lifted her knees up to give him a better angle. He cupped her puffy pussy in his hand, gently squeezing the soft mound of pleasure, delighting in its velvety softness and inviting warmth.

Both boys were too excited, too focused on her body, to even speak, other than muttering "Damn" and "unbelievable" and "fucking hot" under their breaths. After a few minutes, they traded places, each getting plenty of opportunity to feel up her tits and pussy. Their cocks were hard and dribbling pre-cum and occasionally they took one hand off her to stroke themselves.

Cori, ever compliant and nubile, kept her back arched and legs spread, allowing them total access to her body. After being tentative at first, they soon got up the nerve to stick their fingers in her pussy and took turns finger-fucking her and rubbing her clit. They nearly lost it when she started getting very wet and her clit swelled. If they had know what they were doing, they could have brought her to orgasm.

They rolled her over and played with her ass and pussy, which still could have worked if they had kept the manipulation of her clit, but they spent too much time stuffing their fingers inside her without really massaging or stimulating the right areas. It still felt good and she wriggled her ass in appreciation, but her budding orgasm had subsided considerably.

The boys, on the other hand, were getting much closer to theirs. The temptation to stroke their cocks was getting stronger, yet they hated to take their hands off this hot piece of ass. As was so often the case, Cori solved the problem by reaching back and taking both cocks in her soft hands. Both cocks jumped in her hands as she first grabbed them and the boys moved closer, making it easier for her to stroke them.

Cori was no hand-job expert like she was at cocksucking – the guys didn't have much reason to ask for a hand-job when they could have her mouth, ass, pussy or tits any time they wanted – but her soft hands knew how to stroke their cocks well enough to bring them on the verge of cumming in just a few strokes.

Cori rolled back over on her back and sat up, where she could stroke a bit more in earnest and in rhythm. Pre-cum was all over their cocks and her hands. She stopped stroking for a moment and focused on their cum-filled balls, tickling and stroking them. She sensed that Troy was going to cum first and, looking him in the eye, asked, "Can I taste your cum?"

"Oh yeah," he said. "Should I cum on her tits and let you lick it off?"

"If you want," she said. "Or you can just give it to me straight in the mouth."

"Really? Ben said we couldn't put our cocks in your mouth."

"Well, he doesn't really have to know, does he?" There was a gleam in her eye and a naughty smile on her face. Really, she wasn't supposed to suck their cocks, but she knew Ben wouldn't mind. "I just prefer to drink straight from the straw, so to speak, if it's all right with you, of course."