The Hard Body Shop Clerk

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 yardwork 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.