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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER 2: FISH TALE Cori got up at 7 the next morning, showered and
dressed in a red bikini that her old friend John back at the Body Shop in
Georgia would have called a "nub rub".  She had never heard anyone but John
use the term, but it was just one of his many good-old-boy sayings.  When
she asked him what it meant, he had explained, "Well, sweet thing, about
the only thing that scrap of fabric is covering are your nipples and your
clit - your three nubs.  And it's so damn tight, it's gotta be rubbing
something."

   Well, regardless of what you called it, Cori knew that a bikini like
this was guaranteed to please any man.  While this suit was different from
the one John had seen months ago, the concept was the same.  The top
consisted of two rubbery little pieces that reminded Cori of scraps from a
busted balloon.  Each piece was just one inch from top to bottom and about
three inches wide - just enough to cover her nipples and little else.  They
were connected by angel-hair thin versions of spaghetti straps running from
breast to breast, then tying around her back between her should blades.  No
strap went around her neck.  The tautness of the straps and the firmness of
her breasts were more than enough to hold her C cup tits high on her chest.

   The bottoms were no more modest.  The same angel-hair straps snaked
between her ass cheeks, dove between her legs and came out the front,
rising from her mound and tying high on her hips.  The only covering was a
slice of fabric that ran from the base of her pussy slit to the top of her
blonde landing strip.  It was just wide enough to cover her pussy lips and
was far too tight to even attempt to conceal their puffy shape.

   She matched the red suit with a pair of red stilettos which strapped
around her ankles.  She put her hair in a ponytail, tying it with a red bow
and applied some candy-red lipstick.  That was the extent of her
preparation.  Cori's natural beauty did the rest.  She didn't need any more
makeup or hair products.  She didn't need any jewelry - although she was
wearing her belly button ring as usual - and she didn't need any fake
push-up bras.  She knew she was lucky in that respect - but, as she had
come to realize, never looking "normal" could also be a curse.

   But Cori didn't feel like this was one of those cursed moments.  Cori
found herself energized and oddly excited about the coming events.  No,
contrary to what every guy seemed to think, she wasn't a cock-crazy slut
who just couldn't get enough.  She wasn't feeling horny at all and Sam
certainly didn't attract her.  She was excited because she felt like she
had a purpose for what she was doing.  There was no shame in it because the
ends justified the means.  Gerald's job was saved and his future was
enriched.

   As she strolled slowly across the beautifully manicured grounds, aware
of the eyes of the early-morning joggers and maintenance crew following her
seductive moves, she reflected on how important it was to her to be of
service to others.  She loved to please.  Many people did and were rewarded
in their jobs as social workers, teachers, etc.  Cori would love to do
that, too, but it just so happened that time and time again, the way people
wanted service from her was through scenarios just like this.  Her
beautiful, incredible hard body was built for sexual performance and visual
pleasure.  She wasn't ashamed of that one bit.

   With that pep talk still going strong in her head, she knocked
confidently on Sam's door, standing with her hands behind her back,
thrusting her tits out, her legs shoulder-width apart - fully on display
for him.  No, Sam didn't deserve this, but Gerald did.

   "Well, hello my beautiful pet," Sam said, letting his eyes roam over her
body hungrily.  He was wearing only a white terry-cloth robe and had
clearly been awake for a while, anxious for his morning treat.

   "Good morning," Cori said in cheery voice, trying to convey to him that
she wasn't scared or intimidated or reluctant about what she was doing. 
Guys like this got off on control, she knew, but he wasn't the physically
dominating type.  She knew he would get his kick by playing mind games with
her, trying to keep her off balance, make her feel uncomfortable and
vulnerable, ultimately submitting to her big strong man who would protect
her, make her feel all safe and warm - and then fuck the holy shit out of
her, for which she would be eternally grateful, of course.

   Just being around him for a few minutes in the meeting yesterday had
given Cori a good read on him.  He was arrogant, smart and felt like he
could get away with anything.  That made him dangerous is a unique way, but
Cori was confident that if she played along with him and was convincing in
her role - including giving great sex - he would stay true to his word not
to hurt her or Gerald.

   After addressing Sam, Cori made no move to enter his suite, remaining
outside the door while he looked her up and down lustily.  Smiling, he
turned around and started back into the suite.  Cori followed, but Sam
quickly stopped her.

   "Ah, ah," he said shaking his finger as he turned back around to face
her.  "This is a topless suite."

   "Excuse me?" Cori asked, not sure what he was saying.

   "It's topless," Sam said again.  "I don't allow any woman in her with
her top on.  Not even the maids.  Take off your top and hang it on one of
the hooks right there outside the door.  Then, you may enter."

   Cori reached behind her and deftly untied the bow hold her top in place,
letting it fall into her hands.  She carefully hung it on an empty hook,
noting that there were a couple of other bikini tops hanging on other
hooks. Leftovers from previous conquests, no doubt.  He probably kept them
as trophies.  Realizing she was exposed outside, she peeked over her
shoulder to see if anyone could see her.  There was a man jogging by, but
she didn't think he saw anything.  She entered the suite and closed the
door behind her.

   "That was your one and only warning regarding the topless rule, so I
suggest you remember to respect my house rules before you enter again," Sam
said coldly, trying too hard to sound tough.

   "Of course, sir," Cori said, stopping just inside the door, hands
clasped behind her back, feet together, stomach in, chest out.  Stimulated
by the tight suit, cool morning air and the excitement of what was
happening, her nipples were fully hardened and poked out like twin pencil
erasers, angled slightly toward the ceiling.

   "What do you think of my place?" Sam asked, waving his arm.

   "It's absolutely gorgeous," Cori answered honestly.  It was a luxurious
place.  Granite-topped bar.  Hardwood floors throughout.  Leather
furniture. Elegant fixtures and artwork.  It was a high-priced bachelor pad
... for a married man.

   "I purchased it 12 years ago," Sam said.  "Miles and Victor have suites
in this part of the resort too.  We come here every couple of months."

   "You've done a lovely job decorating," Cori nodded.

   "I only buy the best," Sam said matter-of-factly.  "In everything I do,
I have the best.  I'm wealthy, smart and I never settle for second rate. 
My cars, my houses, my jets, my clothes, my lawyers ... all top of the
line."

   "With all your money, you could have almost any woman you want," Cori
said.  "Why did you go to all the trouble of getting me?"

   "Because you're the hottest babe I've seen at this resort in 6 months,"
Sam said.  "And I choose my women the same way I choose everything else. 
Only the best."

   `What if I had said no?"

   "You did," Sam reminded her.  "And yet here you are, your top off,
nipples hard and I bet that pussy is good and wet for me.  Never forget, my
pet, I get what I want.  Always.  You saying no the other day only delayed
the inevitable.  Don't feel bad.  You're not the first and you won't be the
last piece of ass to be outsmarted by me.  I admit, you're no fool, and I'm
impressed.  Usually, I find that hotness and tit size are directly
disproportional to intelligence.  You're a rare and welcome exception.  But
don't think for a minute you can outsmart me.  At the end of the day, we
both know you have the cunt and tits and I have the money and brains.  And
I can use what I have to get what you have any time I want.  And that, my
dear slut, is why you were destined to end up sucking my cock the moment I
laid eyes on you."

   Cori was silent for a moment, not sure how to respond.  He was so blunt
and arrogant, and yet Cori could tell he believed and meant every word he
said.  The awkward moment of silence was broken when Cori saw movement out
of the corner of her eye.  She turned to see two women coming down the
narrow hallway out of the bedroom.  As they came into the living room, she
could see that they were twins.  They were both dark-haired, tanned with
small, taut bodies.  They appeared to be about Cori's age - early 20s,
maybe college girls.  They were both wearing tennis shoes and loose mini
skirts and they were both topless.  They had small, pert breasts with dark
rubbery nipples.  Their small, perky bodies and cute faces made Cori
suspect they were cheerleaders or dancers.

   If they were surprised to see her, they didn't show it.  They smiled at
her and said hello and waved to Sam as they walked out the door.  Cori
realized that the other bikini tops she had seen outside belonged to them.

   "Cleaning crew?" Cori asked, grinning to let him know she knew they
weren't.

   "Far from it," Sam smirked.  "Dirtiest little sluts you've ever seen. 
Twins, as you noticed, and they actually ate each other out while I fucked
them.  They rolled around in a bottle of baby oil and were slick as can be.
They just kept licking twat and I fucked them every way I could think of.
Ever had a guy fuck your ass and then put it in your mouth?" Cori nodded.
"Well, I took a step further with these bitches.  I fucked one in the ass,
then the other girl's mouth, then that girl's ass and then her sister's
mouth.  They fucking loved it.  Nasty little sluts.  I came in one bitch's
ass and the other girl sucked out the cum, then spit it in her sister's
mouth.  Bet you've never done anything like that, have you?"

   "No," Cori said, honestly.  "And I don't plan to."

   "Little higher class, huh?  Better looking, a higher quality piece of
tail," he nodded.  "I'll treat you accordingly.  Don't worry, I already
showered, too.  You won't be tasting any skank juice."

   "If you thought they were so skanky, why did you fuck them?  I thought
you only used the best - in cars, houses and women," Cori challenged him.

   "I do.  They were the best twins I saw yesterday," Sam smirked.  "And
sometimes, one pussy just ain't enough."

   "Well, one's all I have, sorry," Cori laughed.

   "That will do," Sam nodded.  "Well, that bed is completely unusable
right now, so we'll do our business right here." He sat in a chair at the
dining table and opened his robe, letting his cock bounce out, thick and
hard.  Obviously, he hadn't fucked the twins since last night.  Or, he was
using some special pills.  Either way, he was rock hard and ready.  "Come
here," he said.

   Cori walked over to him, doing a slow, sensual walk, hands on her hips,
breasts jutting out proudly, letting him take in the full picture.  When
she got in front of him, he leaned forward on the edge of the chair and put
his hands around her narrow waist.  He put his nose against her bikini
bottoms and breathed in, inhaling her sent.  He sat back and cupped her
pussy, squeezing it gently, then harder, feeling the moist heat of the soft
flesh.  "Didn't waste any money on extra fabric, did they?" he teased,
pulling the suit up even tighter against her snatch.

   With a flick of his finger, he popped the strap to the side and let his
fingers caress her bare pussy lips.  He found them to be moist, soft and
very warm.  He rubbed them for a few moments, then told her to turn around.
He made her bend over and show him her ass.  He spanked both cheeks
lightly, watching them jiggle, noting their firmness.

   "Quite the hard body, aren't you?" he asked.

   "I've been called that before," Cori admitted.

   He squeezed her butt cheeks and ran his hands inside her thighs, again
teasing her pussy.

   "Turn around and kneel down," he instructed.  Cori did, bringing her to
face-level with his six-inch cock.  She licked her lips, ready to perform.

   "Hungry, are you, my little cock whore?" Sam teased.

   "Mmm," Cori moaned, licking her lips some more, now teasing him.

   "Close your mouth." Cori did and he leaned forward, rubbing his cock all
over her face.  He brushed it against the sides of her nose and over her
eyebrows, poked at her soft cheeks and rubbed it against her tightly closed
lips.  He turned her head and rubbed it up her neck, across her ear and
wrapped her hair around the head.  He turned her back toward him and lifted
his cock against his belly and pressed his balls under her nose.

   "Breath in deep," he said.  She did and he pushed his balls even harder
against her, blocking her nostrils and forcing her to breathe through her
mouth.  She had to admit, he smelled clean.  "Lick `em."

   Cori lifted her head and began lapping her tongue along the underside of
his hairy balls.  She flicked her tongue along the curves as if trying to
roll them into her mouth.  Eventually, she sucked them into her mouth while
he slapped his hard cock gently against her nose and forehead.

   Finally, he pointed his cock at her mouth.  "Show me what you got," he
said it as if this was some sort of audition or job interview.  It was a
small statement, but Cori got the message.  This was a man who got blowjobs
from hot babes every day.  He wasn't going to be impressed by an average
suck job.  He was a connoisseur with high standards.  If she wanted to
impress him, it was time for her best effort.

   Well, cock sucking was something Cori never did half-way.  She was proud
of the fact that she was good at it.  She remembered hearing a boyfriend of
hers bragging about what a good blowjob she gave him to his friends.  Her
friends thought that was awful of him to do, but she was proud of it,
flattered.  She wouldn't have been any happier if he had complimented her
hair or her shoes.  If you were good at something - no matter what it was -
Cori thought you should be proud of it.  Well, if Sam demanded the best,
she was the cocksucker for him.

   Some guys wanted you to deep throat them right away, but she figured him
for a man who enjoyed the finer things - including blowjobs - and liked to
take his time to savor them.  So, she started slow, focusing all of her
attention on the head of his cock.  She had her hands behind her back as
she usually did when she sucked cock.  The guys at the shop had trained her
long ago that when they wanted a blowjob, they didn't want her trying to
get away with a glorified handjob, using her hands more than her mouth. 
She realized that another benefit of this for the guys was that there was
really no way to keep them from driving their cocks all the way down her
throat any time they wanted to.  With her hands on their cocks or thighs or
balls, she had some control.  With her hands behind her back, she was
signaling complete submission, offering her tongue, lips, mouth and throat
to be used as they pleased.  She had never met a man who preferred it any
other way and she did it without even thinking now.  Giving a blowjob with
her hands behind her back was as natural as breathing or walking for her.

   She had her lips wrapped around his cockhead, making a show of sucking
on it and licking it like a big lollipop, knowing that he was watching her
mouth work on him.  She teased his pee-hole and rubbed her tongue along the
ultra-sensitive underside of his head.  She curled her tongue around his
head and pursed her lips, sucking gently, wrapping it in layers of ultimate
soft, warm wetness.  She felt his cock flex and saw his balls jump slightly
and knew she was getting to him.  Soon, he'd probably have his hands on the
back of her head, forcing her to take him all the way before shooting a big
load in her mouth.  That's what she expected, but she was quickly learning
not to try to predict what Sam Clayton would do.

   "That's excellent, Cori," he said.  She could tell he was genuinely
impressed.  "You're very skilled.  I'm sure you can deep throat as well."
Cori nodded and opened her mouth wide to take him all the way in.  "But not
now.  Right now I want you to lay down on this table."

   Cori looked up at him, saw he was serious, and stood up, climbing on the
large oak dining room table.  "Slide right in the middle," Sam said, moving
chairs out of the way while Cori positioned herself flat on her back on the
table.  She was looking up at a ceiling fan with blades made to look like
big palm fronds.  "Good," Sam said.  He grabbed her right foot and looped
one end of a white scarf around her ankle, tying it just tight enough to
keep it from slipping off.  Then, he did the same with a separate white
scarf on her left ankle.

   Alarms were going off in Cori's head - was this guy going to tie her up
and have his way with her all day?  She had said no rough stuff.  Before
she could speak, though, Sam seemed to read her mind.  "Don't worry, this
isn't going to be rough.  These scarves shouldn't get too tight, but if
they do, let me know."

   "OK," Cori said, taking a deep breath that forced her tits to rise like
twin volcanoes emerging from the ocean.

   Sam climbed on the table, his cock still hard, waving around like a
sword.  He picked up her right leg by the scarf and raised it up until it
was sticking up at a 45 degree angle from the table.  He looped the other
end of the scarf around the base of one of the fan blades.  He did the same
with the other leg, using a different fan blade so that her legs were
spread slightly.  Cori worried what would happen if he turned the fan on,
but figured the motor couldn't be that powerful and even her modest weight
would be too much strain.  Still...

   She expected Sam to drop on top of her and fuck her, but instead, he
jumped off the table, walked around to her head, turning it toward him and
sticking his cock in her mouth, jabbing it against the inside of her cheek
for about 5 or 6 thrusts, then pulling out.  "Just needed a little
priming," Sam said.  "Now, play with yourself."

   Cori looked over and saw him standing next to the table, his cock in his
hand, gently stroking it as he looked at her lewdly displayed body.  Put in
this awkward position, she had to sit up just enough to lift her should
blades off the table in order to reach her pussy.  It was like doing a
little crunch, and she did plenty every day to keep her abs tight.  The
action pushed her tits together, squishing them into her rib cage.

   She pushed aside her bikini bottoms with her right hand and started
working on her moist pussy.  She was bracing herself with her left elbow,
but Sam barked, "arms and hands off the table." Cori had strong abs, but
how could she hold herself up for an extended period of time?  She grabbed
at the straps on her hips with her left hand, finding success at first, but
eventually the bow came untied.  She switched hands, putting two fingers of
her left hand in her pussy, holding herself up with the straps on her right
side, until those strings also gave way.  Sam walked around to the end of
the table and grabbed the bikini bottoms, pulling them the rest of the way
off.

   "Spread your pussy," he said.  She reached both hands between her legs
and pulled at the soft pussy lips, spreading herself for him.  Again, what
she thought was going to happen didn't.  No tongue or finger or cock
touched her pussy next.  Instead, it was her bikini bottom, being stuff up
inside of her.  He pushed it further and further.  "Let go," he said.  She
did and her pussy went shut.  "Not a hint of it in sight," he said, nodding
as if she had done a great job.

   Just then there was a knock on the door.  Cori froze, but Sam admonished
her, "keep playing with yourself." She kept both hands on her crotch
holding herself up by stabbing fingers inside herself or holding the
insides of her thighs.  She leaned over and watched Sam go to the door,
completely naked, and open the door for two maids who came in, their big
bare tits jiggling.  They were both fairly young - under 30 at least - with
dark, smooth skin that suggested to Cori they were probably locals. 
Apparently seeing another naked women with her feet tied to the ceiling fan
wasn't an unusual sight, for they hardly seemed surprised to see her.  They
both acknowledged her, saying hello and Cori said hello back, finding it
hysterical to be having a conversation with two topless women in this
situation.  How bizarre!

   "Ladies, this is Cori," Sam said, his hard cock bobbing as he walked
over to the table to join them.  Cori still had both hands on her pussy,
holding herself up and playing with her increasingly wet snatch, just as
she had been ordered to do.  "Cori, this is Lola and Juanita.  They work
for the resort, but were hand-picked - and fucked - by me to be my personal
maids.  They also clean for Miles and Victor.  They understand and
appreciate our, um, unique activities and are remarkably loyal and
discreet. As you can see, they both are quite beautiful as well."

   "Yes, they are," Cori's breath was short, the strain of her position
taking its toll, despite her fantastic conditioning.  The fan blades moved
back and forth as Cori struggled to hold her pose.

   "Ladies," Sam said, "my beautiful pet here has been quite a good sport
this morning.  However, as you can see, show's growing tired and
increasingly horny.  Won't you please relieve her for me?  Cori, you may
lay back.  Lola and Juanita will tend to you now."

   Cori laid back and soon felt two soft tongues go to work.  She didn't
know which was which, but one of the women was between her legs, licking
her pussy while the other sucked on her nipples.  Cori had had very few
lesbian encounters despite her intense sex life.  She simply wasn't
attracted to other women that way, but she wasn't repulsed by the idea,
either.  If it made her man happy to see her with another woman, well, Cori
was willing to oblige.  Clearly, she had no choice this time, but the way
that tongue was dancing on her clit, she would have signed up for this
regardless of Sam's wishes.  Then, her pussy lips were being spread and the
tongue danced inside.  Cori felt her bikini bottoms being moved, then
pulled and realized that one of these women had the bottoms in her mouth
and was pulling it out, inch by inch.

   The intensity of the situation got to Cori quickly and she moaned and
bucked her hips, frustrated that her bonds limited her movements.  Still,
they didn't limit the power of her orgasm, which ripped through her in
powerful jolts of pleasure as the bikini bottoms were pulled all the way
out.  When it was over, she went limp, her legs still suspended by the
scarves, her nipples harder than ever, a wet spot staining the table
between her legs.

   "That's enough, ladies," Sam said coolly.  "Thank you.  Please start in
the bedroom.  It's quite messy in there.  Please discard the sheets and
replace them with a new set of silk ones, please.  Also, please be sure to
disinfect this table after we leave."

   "Yes, sir," one of the women said.  They departed, leaving Sam to deal
with his prize, who lay sprawled out for him, pussy wet, nipples hard, her
body damp with perspiration and limp from exertion and exhaustion.  Oh, it
had been less than an hour and already he had broken her down from a witty,
confident woman to a worn out, gorgeous plaything drooling from both the
mouth and pussy.

   "Felt good, huh," Sam said, standing at the end of the table, rubbing
his cock on the top of her head, feeling the softness of her hair.

   "Yes," Cori moaned.

   "Lick my balls," Sam said.  He climbed up on the table and straddled her
chest, pulling his cock up against his belly and offering his balls to her.
She lifted her head and licked them again, sucking them into her mouth one
at a time.  He was jacking his cock quickly now and Cori knew he was
finally on the verge.  Even when he came, however, he was still under
control.  He pointed his cock at her face, told her to close her mouth and
eyes and quietly painted her face with his cum.  His blasts were short,
controlled and his aim was good.  Clearly, he had done this before.  Given
his orgy from the night before, his volume was a little below average, but
Sam's cum was still thick and very white.

   He pasted her face with a thick swath of cum from one cheek to the
other, covering her lips and just under her nose.  The final surge was
directed at her left eye, coating her lashes and pasting them to her face.
With her darkly tanned skin, the pearl-white cum stood out brilliantly. 
"Perfect," he breathed.  He quickly stood up and removed the scarves from
the fan blades and Cori's ankles.

   "You may stand up," he said.  "But do not wipe your face.  Unless you
like cum in your eye, I suggest you keep your left eye closed.  And please
keep your lips shut as well."

   Cori stood up, careful not to open her eye or mouth, feeling the cum
tickling her skin as it slowly oozed across her flesh.  Sam retrieved her
damp bikini bottom and tied it around her thighs so she wouldn't have to
bend over and risk losing her precious facial.

   He quickly dressed in a pair of swim trunks, a loose button-down shirt
and some sandals.  He put his sunglasses on and they walked out of the
suite.  He made Cori face the walking trails snaking through the resort
while he stood behind her and tied her bikini top back on, taking his time
placing the fabric patches over her hard nipples.

   "OK, my pet," Sam said.  "Keep your head tilted back a bit and try to
hold as much of that on your face as you can." He led her to the walkway
where a golf cart awaited them.  "Good morning, Howard," Sam said to the
driver.  He helped Cori into the seat and then joined her.  "Please take us
down to for breakfast."

   "Of course, sir," Howard said, glancing at Cori's face, then her body.
She didn't even try to smile or say hello, knowing that Sam's first
priority was for her to wear his cum.  Much like the maids, though, Howard
didn't seem surprised by this sight.  Cori wondered how many Sam had done
something like this with.

   While Sam had been full of surprises so far, Cori wasn't surprised to
see that Miles and Victor were waiting for them at one of the resorts
open-air restaurants.  They both stood up to greet them, each taking Cori
by an elbow and guiding her to the table while they checked out her
remarkable body up close and got a good look at the facial Sam had planted
on her.

   "Told you something was missing with her face," Sam joked.  "Now it
looks just right."

   "She does wear it well," Miles acknowledged.

   They helped her sit down and Cori, looking through her right eye, saw
that they had already ordered food.  A bowl of fruit sat in front of her.

   "I see you've already placed our order," Sam said.

   "Yeah, but they didn't have any dip for Cori's fruit," Victor said in a
sarcastic voice that made it clear he had never asked for any dip.

   "No dip?" Sam said.  "Hmm, good thing she brought her own, I guess." He
picked up a strawberry and dabbed it against her left eye, then held it in
front of her right eye, showing her the bright red strawberry that was now
tipped with a glob of his white cream.  "Hungry?  You should be.  You
worked up quite an appetite."

   Cori nodded and opened her mouth as Sam offered her the strawberry.  She
bit off the end, the salty thickness of his cum meeting her tongue.  "Now
that's a nutritious breakfast!" Sam chortled.

   One by one, they dipped bits of pineapple, melon, bananas and berries in
Sam's cum, wiping it off her face and feeding her.  "That's about it," Sam
said when the last major glob was gone.  He handed her a cloth napkin to
let her wipe off her face.

   "But there's so much fruit left," Victor whined, again in fake voice. 
"And she has to be hungry.  What do we do now?"

   "Don't you remember," Miles said, his voice also full of irony.  "We
brought our own dip cream, just in case."

   "Oh yeah!" Victor said.

   They each produced a small glass with a bit of thick white fluid in the
bottom.  Cori looked at Sam, who was grinning, and she realized he had told
them to jack off and bring their cum to her.  Finally able to talk, Cori
played along, staying true to her word to be a good sport and comply with
their games, "Mmm!  This is like the Pepsi Challenge!  I wonder who tastes
best.  Sam's going to be hard to beat."

   "Try mine," Victor offered her a bite of peach with a generous clump of
his cum dripping from it.  Cori took the bite, letting the cum and peach
juice ooze between her teeth and over her lips, making a show of darting
her tongue out to lap up any escaping fluids.

   "Yummy!" Unlike her poor-acting counterparts, Cori made it look and
sound like she really enjoyed every bite.

   "Now mine," Miles said, leaning in with a piece of pineapple dipped in
his own special sauce.

   "Terrific," Cori grinned.  "I can't tell.  Yours has a little more
flavor," she said to Miles, "but yours is nice and creamy," she said to
Victor.

   "And neither can compare to mine," Sam boasted.  "Come, let's finish
feeding this slut and go do some snorkeling."

   This was the first Cori had heard of the plan for the day, but the
others obviously already knew the plan.  She would have preferred a
different suit and definitely different shoes for a snorkeling trip, but
since Sam had specifically requested her attire and had obviously planned
the trip, there was little doubt that this was what he intended for her to
wear.

   The men all ate their own breakfasts - omelets, fruit and coffee - and
finished feeding Cori hers.  Then, with a quick wave, Sam summoned a golf
cart which took them all to the marina.  There, they boarded a boat
belonging to a man calling himself Captain Jack Montague.  He greeted them
all and it was clear that he knew them all well.

   "You guys sure you don't want a private charter today?" he asked, eyeing
Cori.  Captain Jack looked to be a caricature of a pirate.  He had the
goofy name, a black hat and a black patch over his left eye that looked
like a dime store prop.  He hadn't shaven in days and he had leathery red
skin and a gruff voice.  He looked and sounded older than he probably was.
"Looks to me like you guys might be wanting a little privacy.  You know I'm
always discreet, so anything you want to do..."

   "No thanks," Sam said.  "The more the merrier today."

   "All right," Captain Jack said.  "Well, we have 4 more couples coming.
They should be here soon."

   "Great," Sam said.  "Looks like a great day for some snorkeling."

   "Have you ever been snorkeling before?" the captain asked Cori.

   "No, sir," she said, "but I've always wanted to try."

   "I think you'll like it," he said.  "But you might want to take off your
shoes, first."

   "That's OK, Jack," Sam said, "she's going to keep them on for now."

   "I see," Captain Jack said.  "As you wish."

   Miles kept a watch for the others while Sam distracted Cori, taking her
to the side of the boat and pointing out various things about the marina
and shoreline.  Her back was to pier and, with the water splashing against
the sides of the boat, she didn't here the other couples coming.  Miles
signaled to Sam, who yelped and pointed at something in the water.  "Did
you see that?" he said, pointing into the water right below them.  He
leaned over the side and put his hand on Cori's back.

   "What?" Cori asked.  She suspected Sam and his juvenile buddies were up
to something again, but maintained her commitment to playing along.  She
felt Sam pressing on her back and took the cue to lean over the side of the
boat.  She spread her legs to keep her balance and bent over the side of
the boat at the waist.  She peered down into the clear blue water, but saw
nothing.  She kept looking for several seconds before finally looking over
toward Sam.

   "What was ..." she realized he was no longer leaning over the rail.  His
hand was still on her back, but he was now standing, facing away from her.
Cori realized instantly that the other couples had arrived and that Sam and
his buddies had let their first impression of her be a fairly obscene view
of her long legs and firm ass as she bent over the side of the boat.  With
her legs spread, her barely-covered pussy was also on display.  Cori
quickly stood up and turned around, facing her fellow tourists.  From the
looks on their faces, it was safe to say she had made a great first
impression with half of them - the men - and a lousy one with the other
half - their wives and girlfriends.  Well, what else was new.

   Sam just beamed proudly as he introduced them all to Cori, his
"girlfriend." Cori shook hands, smiled and was her usual friendly self,
pretending not to notice the guys who stared at her tits when they shook
her hand.  Sam wanted to display her and it was important that she showed
him and them that she was comfortable with her role.  Any fear or hesitance
could lead to questioning by the other boaters and put Sam in an awkward
position of defending himself.  They no doubt all believed that Sam was her
sugar daddy.  No reason to give them any other ideas.

   With everyone aboard, Captain Jack steered them out into the open water,
heading, he explained, for a nearby island that offered fabulous
snorkeling. Cori was genuinely excited about this part of the day.  Aside
from her one shopping trip, she hadn't really gotten to do any typical
vacation activities yet.  This was her first and, despite the
circumstances, she was determined to enjoy it.

   When they reached the island, Captain Jack had them all jump into the
water one at time.  Cori finally got to kick off her shoes, putting on some
swim fins before following Sam into the water, with Miles and Victor right
behind.  She was surprised at how warm the water was.  And it was so clear!
She could see to the bottom with no problem.  After they all adjusted their
goggles, the four of them swam off together, exploring the colorful coral
and looking at the brightly colored fish swirling around them.

   They swam together for a while, then Sam took her by the wrist and led
her toward an outcrop of coral around the tip of the island.  They stopped
a couple times to come up for air and Cori looked back to see how far away
they were from the boat.

   "Shouldn't we stay closer to the group?" Cori asked.

   "Don't worry," Sam said.  "We're fine.  We're still in sight of them and
the boat and we're only a few hundred feet from shore.  I just brought you
over here because I wanted to show you something.  There's a big moray eel
that lives over here.  Every once in a while, I can catch a glimpse of him.
He's shy, so you don't have to worry about getting bit or anything.  Only
problem is, his little cave is near the bottom, so we'll have to take a
deep breath and dive down."

   "OK," Cori nodded, excited at the thought of seeing an eel up close. 
"Lead the way." They both took a deep breath and Sam held her hand as they
down down along the facing of the reef.  Cori noted that it was deep open
water behind her and felt a chill as she worried about sharks.  Nonsense,
she told herself, the water was clear, the reef and shore were close, no
need to worry.  She snapped to attention when Sam pointed frantically at a
point below them and Cori looked just in time to see a large moray eel duck
back into his cave.  Excited, she kicked downward ahead of Sam.

   That was just the opportunity Sam had been waiting for.  Quickly, he
reached out his hand and lightly pulled on the string tied around her back.
Her own momentum kicking downward pulled the knot loose and the current
wasted no time in whipping it off her chest.

   Cori's hands flew to her chest first, then reached for the top, but it
was too late.  It was gone.  So was the eel and her air supply.  Cursing
herself for falling for such a stupid trick, Cori turned and faced Sam,
taking his hand as they kicked toward the surface.

   The broke the surface, Sam wearing a concerned look, "What happened?"

   "I think you know," Cori said.  She was angry, but knew she better not
show it too much.

   "I have no idea," Sam said, not even trying to hide his shit-eating
grin. "Don't worry, we'll get you a new top when we get back to the
resort."

   "What about the boat?" Cori asked.

   "Not much we can do about that, I'm afraid," Sam said.  "Don't worry,
they're all adults.  I'm sure they've all seen a slut with huge tits
before. Hell, you practically gave them a peep show already.  I can't
imagine this is going to freak them out much more."

   Cori just shook her head and kicked along with Sam back toward the boat.
By the time they got there, everyone else was already on board.  "Both
hands on the ladder all the way up," Sam said.  It was a direction, not a
suggestion.  Cori understood and put her hands on the ladder, hoisting
herself back up the side of the boat, her bare breasts breaking the
surface, her nipples sticking out boldly for all to see.  To make matters
worse, Sam "helped" her up the ladder by placing both hands on her ass
cheeks and pushing her up.

   "Where's your top?" Captain Jack said, quickly stepping up and handing
Cori a towel.

   "Stupid knot came loose and the current took it," Cori said, wrapping
the towel around her.  "Sorry everyone."

   "No apologies necessary I'm sure, right?" Sam said, climbing in behind
her.

   "Slut," she heard one of the women mutter not so quietly to another. 
Even though Cori had long ago developed a thick skin so as not to be stung
by the judgments of others, every once in a while a look or comment still
stung.  This was one of those times.  But to make matters worse, that's
what Sam and his buddies wanted.  They wanted to show her off, yes, but
they also wanted to humiliate her.  Cori was not easily embarrassed, but
she was this time.  That made her all the more determined not to let Sam
see it.  If he knew he got to her, he'd just keep on doing it.

   Of course, the odd twist was that, with the towel wrapped around her,
Cori was now much more concealed than she had been with the bikini.  The
ride back to the dock was uneventful and Captain Jack graciously offered to
let her keep it.

   "We'll bring it back this afternoon," Sam said.

   "Not necessary," he replied.

   "Do you have any charters this afternoon?"

   "No."

   "Well, how about taking us out for some fishing?"

   "Sure, we can do that," Jack said.  "I'll just need to get the gear and
bait and everything loaded, but if you want to come back after lunch, I'll
have her ready to go."

   "Perfect," Sam said.

   Back at the resort, Sam took Cori back to her room and took the liberty
of picking out her outfit for the afternoon of boating.  "Got any
fishnets?"

   "Stockings?"

   "No, bathing suit."

   "No, I'm sorry."

   "That's OK," Sam said.  He picked up the phone and called a member of
the hotel staff.  "What size are you?" he asked Cori.  She told him and he
answered two sizes smaller.  Ten minutes later there was a knock at the
door and one of the hotel staff members handed him a small bag.  Sam took
the little suit out, nodded his approval and slapped a bill in his hand.

   "Put this on," Sam said, tossing her the new bathing suit.  He kept a
white tube top that came with the suit and discarded it on the floor.

   Cori held it out in front of her, holding it by the top, realizing that
this would be little better than going topless.  But, she had agreed to
wear what they told her to wear, so there was nothing she could really say
about it.  And, given the power of Sam and his buddies around the resort,
she had no fear that there would be any sort of indecency charges or legal
issues.  But there certainly would have been almost anywhere else she had
ever been.

   Cori slipped off her bikini bottoms while Sam watched, not even asking
if she could take off her heels.  She knew better by now.  Cori was
surprised that she had never worn an outfit quite like this before.  She
had worn fishnet and she had worn slings, but never a fishnet sling.  This
was made of a bright white, stretchy nylon string, about a quarter inch in
diameter.  The holes in the netting were full inch squares - similar to the
spacing in a volleyball net - and there was no extra fabric to cover her
nipples.

   The sling was unlike any she had seen before in the way that it
connected behind her neck.  Like most slings, the top was split into two
columns that went over her breasts vertically, leaving her belly bared as
they joined forces at her crotch.  She was thankful that the crotch was a
dense cluster of the soft nylon and formed a comfortable, if very snug, cup
that actually did a pretty good of covering her pussy lips, though her
landing strip was not covered by the patch and was thus visible through the
holes in the netting.  Separating her ass cheeks was only one strand of the
thin rope, which was stretched so tight that it stood out several inches
from her bare back, touching at the base of her spine and at the base of
her neck, but nowhere in between.

   The two columns from the front looped around her neck to connect to the
back string.  Each front string had a metallic gold hoop at the end, about
the size of a 50-cent piece.  The string coming up her back had a metal
clasp on the end that opened and closed much like the clasp of a necklace.
Both rings from the front attached to the clasp on the back, completing the
sling loop.

   Because the material was so stretchy and because Sam had ordered two
sizes too small, the suit clung to her, pressing tightly against her flesh
in the few areas where it actually made contact - her tits, her pussy and
her shoulders.  Her nipples poked out through the holes in the netting and
her ass was completely visible.  Only her pussy was covered with any degree
of effectiveness.

   As if it wasn't revealing enough, gaining access to her tits or pussy
would be incredibly easy.  A flip of the clasp would release the rings,
making her top fall.  Or the suit could be pulled to the sides to reveal
her breasts or her pussy or both.  And, of course, one touch with a blade
or scissors would snap the taught nylon band running up her spine and leave
her completely naked in an instant.

   Cori switched into a pair of white heels to match the suit and was ready
to go.

   "Wait," Sam said, admiring the view but also feeling like there might be
a way to improve it.  "Have you ever worn nipple rings?" he asked.

   "Yes," Cori answered truthfully, remembering the rings she had removed
only a few days ago at her step-dad's house.  She had just noticed
yesterday that the holes in her nipples were starting to grow shut.  Sam
stepped forward and pinched her left nipple in his fingers, pulling it
taut, mindless of any discomfort this might cause her.  He grinned when he
saw the recent hole.

   "Where's your jewelry?" he asked.  She pointed to the dresser, noting
that she didn't wear much or have much with her.  "Don't need much," he
said, holding up a pair of simple gold hoop earrings that were about as big
around as a dime.  "These will do fine."

   He put the rings on her nipples and walked around her, noting how the
rings drew extra attention to the fact that her nipples were sticking out.
"Beautiful," he nodded.  He let Cori put on a pair of sunglasses and they
headed back out, taking a golf cart back to the marina where they found
Victor and Miles waiting for them at Captain Jack's boat.

   "Look what I caught, fellas," Sam laughed, hooking his finger in Cori's
mouth and pulling her along behind him.  She teased his finger with her
tongue and puckered her lips around his finger, exaggerating fish lips.

   "Sam caught a mermaid," Victor laughed.

   "More like an octo-pussy," Miles chimed in.

   "Come on, guys," Sam chided.  "You need to watch more Animal Planet. 
This is clearly a BLOW-fish."

   They all laughed and Sam pulled his finger out of her mouth with a loud
pop and kissed her on those full, puckered lips.  Couples and captains and
tourists were walking up and down the docks around them, most taking note
of Cori's extreme suit - the gold nipple rings and high heels (not a
popular site on the beach) catching their attention and her bared breasts
and ass holding it, either in disgust or lust.  Cori and her quartet of
male friends paid no attention.

   They all climbed aboard the boat and Cori was genuinely excited.  While
the snorkeling trip had ended embarrassingly, the rest of it had been a
blast.  Now, she was getting to go out on another boat ride and was
interested to see what real deep-sea fishing was like.  She wondered if
she'd get to see a dolphin or marlin.  Maybe even a shark?  For a
small-town girl, this was a lot of fun.  She knew she was here for one
reason and one reason only - the amusement of her male companions - but she
had learned long ago that giving up a little sex or showing off a little
skin didn't have to preclude her from having a good time.  The contract was
signed.  This situation was set for the next three days, regardless of her
mindset.  So, she might as well have fun along the way.

   They all sat down in the back of the boat, looking out over the water
while Jack powered them out toward open water.  Sam sat on her right side
with his left arm around Cori's bare shoulders, his fingers casually
playing with her nipple ring.  Victor and Miles sat across from them, both
daydreaming about their upcoming days and nights with Cori.  Sam decided to
give them a little preview, picking up right leg and pulling it across his
lap.  "Put your other leg on the bench," Sam yelled into her ear to be
heard above the roar of the engine, the wind and the whishing water.  Cori
put her left leg on the bench, in effect doing the splits, her crotch
blatantly displayed for them.  He pulled the sides of her top open so that
her breasts were completely bared, the tight netting squeezing from the
outsides, squishing them together.  Victor and Miles both had their cameras
out, taking pictures of this postcard-worthy babe.

   "We're here," Captain Jack announced, cutting the engines and scrambling
down the ladder.  "Get your poles ready."

   "Mine already is," Sam joked, grabbing his crotch.

   All three guys were experienced fisherman and prepared their tackle and
cast their lines.  "All lines in the water," Jack announced.

   "Not quite," Sam said.  "Cori needs one."

   "Oh, sorry," the captain said gruffly.  "I didn't think the lady would
be fishing.  I thought she was more of an, uh, observer.  I don't have
another pole ready.  I've got one below, though.  It will only take a few
minutes."

   "Don't bother," Sam said.  "All I need is two lines and two hooks.  I
think Cori should start small, so the smallest hooks and line you have will
be fine."

   "OK," Jack said, digging into a box of gear and producing two small
hooks and a piece of fishing line appropriate only for small fish.  He cut
the line in two and handed it all to Sam.

   Sam took the hooks and tied one end of the strings to each hook.  Then,
as everyone watched, he approached Cori and told her to "hold out her tit."
She was surprised, but did as told.  He tied the other end of the line to
her left nipple ring.  Then he did the same with the right.  Giving them
each a little tug to make sure they were tight - and to have an excuse to
pull on her tits - he led her to the side of the boat.  He put two shiny
lures made to look like little bugs on the ends of the hooks and dropped
them over the side, into the water.

   "Oh my gosh," Cori shrieked, not sure what was happening.  "Is this
safe? Oh, that feels so weird!" The waves and current pushed and pulled the
lures around, tangling them in no time, the fishing line tugging gently on
her nipples, which were pulled back and forth and fully away from her body.
The guys had all put their poles in holders, much more enthralled by Cori's
fishing exploits.

   "What if a shark or something grabs it and pulls me in?" Cori asked,
trying not to sound too scared.

   "Don't worry," Sam said.  "No shark is interested in those little
lures."

   "That's right," Jack said.  "Nothing big's gonna take that.  But if a
little fish gets on there, you're gonna feel a pretty good pull."

   "I got a knife right here," Sam said, "I'll cut it the second one gets
on the line."

   Somewhat reassured, Cori relaxed, leaning over the rail, her tits
pointed at the water like divining rods, twitching with each movement of
the hooks and lures on the other end.  "Ahh!" her scream turned into a
laugh.  This was the weirdest feeling.  It didn't really hurt; it was a
discomfort that was both annoying and exciting at the same time.  She had
to hand it to these guys, they were creative.  This was such a weird
feeling, but it was kinda fun too.  She never ceased to be amazed by the
way the male mind worked.  Who would ever have dreamed that this would be
such a turn-on for men?  Women just didn't think about men the same way.

   Just then, a line jerked and her left nipple stretched forward,
painfully this time.  She shrieked, but the pain was gone in a flash.  Sam
had reached out and grabbed the string, quickly jerking it out of the
water. He left plenty of slack between her nipple and his hand, taking the
strain off her breast.  Sam quickly pulled the line up, hauling up a very
small fish, barely large enough to swallow the lure.  He held it up high
for them to see, "Take a good luck at a world record," he said.  "The
largest fish ever caught by tit."

   "Better get a picture," Miles said.  Sam kept the fish on the hook and
held it up to Cori's chest.  "Squeeze your tits around it," Miles
instructed, framing the image with his camera.  The fish was flopping
around, wriggling, its wet scales slapping against the firm flesh of her
breasts.  Cori laughed, trying to catch the slimy thing between her tits,
but ever time she thought she had it, it wriggled free again.  Finally, she
corralled it and pinned it between her breasts.  All the while, Miles was
snapping photos, his camera collecting 5 frames per second.  "Don't smother
the poor thing," he mocked.

   "What a way to go," Victor snorted.  "Death by tit smothering.  I can
think of worse ways to die."

   "We aren't going to kill it, are we?" Cori whined, letting her bottom
lip puff out in full pout.

   "No, no," Sam said, pulling the fish away from her and wriggling it off
the hook, tossing it quickly back into the water.  He cut the lines from
her nipple rings.  "Fishing's over," he said abruptly.  "I think Cori has
earned a rest.  Why don't you lay down and take it easy for a few minutes?"
He led her built-in plastic bench along the stern of the boat and told her
to lay down.  She lay flat on her back but the bench was too short for her
to completely stretch out, so Sam had her put one leg up on the side of the
boat and put her other foot on the deck, her leg bent at the knee.  He put
her hands over her head, her arms hanging over the end of the bench.

   "Relax all you want, but hold that pose," Sam said, noting how well her
tits, legs and pussy were displayed.  Miles was already taking pictures
with his digital camera.

   "Here, get some shots of this," Sam said, stepping forward with a bottle
of suntan lotion.  "Hold still, Cori." She did her best to hold still while
Sam rubbed all over her body, his touch surprising gentle and soothing as
he caressed her thighs, arms, belly and breasts, coating her with lotion,
making her golden brown skin glisten perfectly in the warm sun.  No sunset,
no mountain range, no waterfall or canyon was ever more picturesque or
perfect than Cori was at this very moment.  Miles had the pictures to prove
it.

   Cori was feeling good, too.  She was thankful for the chance to lay back
and relax as Sam stepped down and she the camera clicks ceased.  There had
been no breaks so far today - the early-morning fuck session on Sam's table
had been exhausting in itself, not to mention the snorkeling trip and now
fishing.  She hadn't realized how tired she was until she laid down.  Now,
laying on the boat, feeling the sun's warm rays, the gentle rocking of the
boat, she was feeling sleepy.  She was aware of the men nearby.  They were
drinking beer, watching their fishing lines and talking, first about her,
then about sports.

   She had just about dozed off when the boat lurched and she was rolled
right off the bench onto the deck.  She wasn't hurt at all, just dazed. 
"Whoa," she said, rolling over and sitting up on her knees.

   "You OK?" Captain Jack was the first to her side, helping her up.  His
hand brushed against the side of her breast, but Cori couldn't tell if it
was on purpose or not.

   `Yeah, fine," she said.  "Thank you.  What happened?"

   "Just a big wave," Jack said.  "Happens every once in a while."

   "Well, we can't have our prize catch getting damaged," Sam said.  "Got
any rope?"

   "Sure," Jack said, eyeing him suspiciously.  "Whatcha need it for?"

   "Just a little security," Sam said.  Jack got him a roll of nylon rope
and Sam led Cori to the bow of the boat, which had a wide, flat platform
surrounded by a metal railing.  "Lay down, babe," he said.

   "Really?" Cori said, more than a little apprehensive.  They had promised
no rough stuff, but this was not looking good.  They were drinking.  They
were horny.  And they were far enough out to see that there was no one to
hear her scream or anything.  They could do anything they wanted to out
here and there was nothing she could do about.  Cori had submitted to many
men in many ways, but seldom had she felt as powerless as she was now.  "No
rough stuff, remember," she reminded him as she stepped up onto the
platform while Sam held her hand.  She squatted down in the middle and lay
back, just as instructed.

   "No rough stuff," Sam assured her.  "Honestly, I just want to make sure
you don't fall overboard or get hurt.  I want you to rest."

   "We have a bunk below," Jack said.

   "Now Captain," Sam said condescendingly, "if you have the Mona Lisa, do
you stick it in a closet and never look at it?  She can rest just fine
right out here, where we can all enjoy the view.  See, the great thing
about a girl like Cori is, she's built for pleasure, even when she's not
doing anything."

   "Well, you're certainly right about how beautiful she is," Jack said
gruffly.  "Reckon we could get a better look at that pussy?"

   "Absolutely," Sam said.  "Cori, take off your suit and give it to me. 
Leave the shoes on." Cori unhooked her suit and handed it to Sam.  She was
completely naked except for her white stilettos.

   Sam climbed up on the platform next to her and helped her stretch into a
spread-eagle position.  He tied both wrists and ankles to the rail,
immobilizing her and completely exposing her at the same time.

   "What about her titties?" Victor said.  "Going to let them get slapped
around by those waves?  I think we should secure them a little."

   "You softy," Sam joked.  "Always have the woman's interests at heart. 
Such a gentleman.  Yes, of course we should provide her tits with some
support.  What would you suggest?"

   "I think if we were to use those handy rings she has and tie them to the
rail, that would be pretty secure," Victor said.

   "Yes, I concur," Sam said as if he were a doctor pondering an x-ray. 
"But should the ropes go to the sides?  Or down?  Or up?"

   "Oh, they have to go straight up over her head," Miles interjected. 
"She's got a pretty amazing tan.  We need to make sure the sun is able to
hit the underside of those titties, too."

   "Good thinking," Sam said.  He looped a piece of string through the ring
on her right nipple and tied it to the rail above her head, leaving just
enough slack that a rough wave wouldn't cause too much strain or pain.  He
did the same for her left breast and scrambled back down onto the deck,
joining the others in admiring their collaborative work.  Miles again had
the camera clicking away, climbing onto the platform for close-ups of the
key areas of interest.

   "Comfortable?" Sam asked Cori.  Cori took quick stock of her situation
and had to admit that, yeah, this was actually all right.  She was not over
stretched and her bonds were loose enough that there was no painful rubbing
so far.  The sea had calmed, so there was no noticeable strain on her
breasts.  The sun felt good and she really was feeling all right.

   "I'm fine," Cori said.

   "Good.  Relax."

   "Hey, somebody's got one!" they heard Jack shout.  He had returned to
the cabin to double-check the weather reports when he noticed one of the
poles bent over.  They all scrambled back to the stern, leaving tired,
naked, bound Cori alone and exposed on the bow of the boat.

   She heard them talking loudly, shouting instructions to one another
about how to land the fish.  From the excitement in their voices, she
assumed it was a large one.  She had her eyes closed behind her sunglasses
and focused again on the warmth of the sun and the gentle rocking of the
waves.  Her picture of paradise during her dreams on the plane hadn't
included bonds or nipple rings, but this still was nice.

   She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when she felt the water hit
her stomach.  She started to move, but was quickly reminded of her bonds as
she found herself immobile.  Even with her sunglasses, the sun was blinding
and she blinked rapidly, trying to see what was going on.  Couldn't be
raining.  Were waves crashing over the side of the boat?

   "That should help," she heard Sam say.  She looked up and recognized his
form.

   "What's going on?" she asked sleepily.  She noted that there was no more
water splashing on her.

   "Sorry to wake you," Sam said.  "We figured you had to be getting hot up
here, so we thought a little cool water might help cool you off." He held
up two bottles of water - one full, one empty.  It did feel good, she had
to admit.

   "Thank you," she said softly.

   "Sure," Sam said, kneeling down next to her.  "Better make sure we cover
all the areas." He opened the other bottle and started slowing pouring the
water over her breasts, letting the stream fall directly on each nipple. 
Then he followed the line down to her navel, then her thighs and pussy. 
While he poured with one hand, he rubbed with the other, swishing the water
around on her smooth skin.  He tweaked her nipples, squeezed her breasts,
trailed his finger along her belly and stroked her thighs.  He gently
pinched her pussy lips together, then pulled them apart, dumping the last
third of the bottle directly onto and into her pussy.  Two fingers pushed
the water inside her pussy with a squishy, sloshing sound.

   "Time me," he said to the others.  Cori didn't know what he meant, but
she didn't much care.  This was starting to feel really good.  He might
have been a jerk, but he clearly knew how to touch a woman.  He was gentle,
stroking her lips and softly rubbing her clit.  He tickled the insides of
her thighs and stroked her belly and breasts.  The cool water and hot sun
made her flesh tingle and her nipples were so hard and sensitive.  With her
bonds, she was helpless, but she wouldn't have stopped him if she could.

   Suddenly, though, he stopped himself when Miles said, "Time."

   "What?" Cori moaned a little more desperately than she would have liked.


   "Time, my dear," Sam said.  "Bitches like you are like a
high-performance sports car.  Sure, you can go 100 miles an hour any time
you want.  But for peak performance, you have to warm everything up.  Prime
it a little at a time.  Just relax.  We'll be back ... in 10 minutes."

   Cori just let out a frustrated sigh as the men once again walked away
toward the back of the boat.  "Told you she was a sexpot," she heard Sam
say.

   The next 5 minutes seemed like 10 hours to Cori, but slowly her body
relented, her arousal subsiding.  Just when she was about back to normal,
they came back.  This time, it was Miles on the platform, pouring water on
her, rubbing on her, working her pussy back into a steamy frenzy.

   "Time!" Sam shouted.

   "Damn," Cori grunted.  She had lifted her hips slightly off the deck,
trying to grind against his hand.  She was needing it badly now.

   "How long?" she asked breathlessly.

   "Just seven minutes this time," Sam said.  "Try to keep that motor
running while we're gone."

   She heard them opening more beers and cursed them to herself.  How could
they be so selfish?  They were turning the tables on her, she realized. 
Most guys couldn't say no to a girl like her displayed like she was.  But
they were showing her that they had even more restraint than she did.  They
were trying to send her a message that she wanted sex more than they did.
She knew that was ridiculous, but that was the point they were making.  It
was all mind games with these guys and, once again, they were winning.

   Victor had the honors the next round.  This time, Cori was still hot,
still ready for action when he dipped his fingers inside her.  She strained
against her bonds to get her hips off the deck as far as possible, trying
desperately to get him to finger-fuck her and rub her clit.  He did, but
not quite long enough.

   "Time."

   "Oooh," Cori whimpered, letting her butt fall back to the deck.

   "Silly slut," Sam chided.  "Try as hard as you want, but we control the
time.  We control your cunt.  You'll cum when we want you to, and not a
second before.  Five minutes."

   Five minutes later, Cori was in the hands of Captain Jack.  They had run
out of bottled water, so he wet her down with a bucket of sea water, the
sweet, salty scent strong as it washed over her.  Jack's working-man hands
were thick, coarse and strong.  While he wasn't intentionally rough with
her, his hands weren't used to gentle touch.  His calloused fingers rubbed
over her sensitive flesh, arousing her all the more.  She wanted him to
grab, squeeze and rub her forever.  Instead, it was over almost as soon as
it started.

   "Time.  Just three minutes this time," Sam said.

   They didn't leave this time either.  They stood around her, taking more
pictures, commenting on her various body parts and how hot and wet her
pussy was.  Cori wondered what was next.  They had each taken a turn now.
Would they go back through the cycle again?  How long could they possible
drag this out?  Weren't they horny?  Didn't they want to fuck her?  It was
only supposed to be Sam's day, but right now she would have a hard time
saying no to one cock in each hole and another between her tits if it would
mean she could cum.  She hadn't been so horny in a long time.

   She was actually disappointed when Sam announced that time was up and
they began undoing her bonds.  What, they weren't going to finish the job?

   Sam put his arm around her waist and helped her body, limp with
exhaustion, off the platform.  He took her over to the side of the boat and
tied her wrists together with an extra long piece of rope.  What now?  Cori
wondered.

   Victor jumped into the water and Sam tossed the other end of the rope to
him.  "Bend over," he said, pushing Cori's top half over the rail, which
hit right at her hip bones.  Victor took the rope and dove under the boat,
coming out the other side.  Miles leaned over the rail and Victor tossed
the rope up to him.  Miles tied it to the rail on the other side of the
boat.  It was the perfect length.  Cori realized they had probably measured
this out during her nap.  Now, here she was, naked except for her
sunglasses and heels, bent over the side of the boat, her arms stretched
over the side as far as they would go and her wrists tied by a rope that
wrapped all the way around the hull of the boat.  She was wet with water,
beer and perspiration, not to mention a bit of pussy juice that was now
trickling on the inside of her thighs.

   She felt a hard cock slide into her and she felt a wave of relief that
this was finally going to move ahead.  Let the real fucking begin.  She
moaned her approval as the cock slid in deep, held steady, then backed.  It
stroked her hard about ten times, then popped out.  Cori turned her head,
expecting to see Sam standing behind her, slapping his cock.  But it was
Miles who was stepping back, cock in hand, while Victor approached and
entered her with a hard, smooth thrust.  Cori used her legs and hips to
rock back against him.  She didn't care that Miles and Victor were out of
turn - this was supposed to be Sam's exclusive day.  That part of the
agreement didn't matter to her right now.  Not much of anything did, except
getting the release she needed.

   Victor started slow, then rammed her hard against the side of the boat
with a forceful final thrust before stepping back.  Cori regained her
breath, looked over her shoulder and saw Captain Jack pointing his cock at
her.  He wasn't part of the deal at all, but it seemed like a minor detail
right now.  Yesterday, she would have balked and an hour from now she might
be pissed, but in the moment, he had a thick cock that looked like it would
do the job she needed.  He drove it home and she shrieked with joy.

   The Captain gave her 10 hard thrusts, then walked away as well.  Cori
understood that this was still part of their game, but it was getting damn
frustrating.  Surely, Sam would stick it in and finish the job.  But no,
instead, the trio of Miles, Victor and Jack continued taking turns, all
standing around her now, changing places rapid fire, cocks entering and
leaving so quickly she couldn't keep track of who was fucking her.  Sam
stood by, watching closing, gently stroking his cock, taking a few photos
and offering encouragement.  The problem was, none of them maintained
enough of a rhythm to get the job done for Cori.  They seemed to be
spending more time jacking themselves off and less time doing her pussy.

   Indeed, after a few minutes, they all three were standing around her,
jacking their cocks, no one fucking her glistening pussy.  Jack was the
first to fire a wad of cum on Cori's back.  He left the scene, presumably
to check on the boat.  But Miles and Victor kept stroking, with Miles
splattering his load into the small of her back and Victor's spray falling
mostly between her shoulder blades.  Her back was now a gooey mix of beer,
perspiration, water and cum and her pussy was a smoldering pot of sweet
cream that was just waiting to boil over.

   She was vaguely aware of the boat moving now, but paid little attention,
hoping that the one hard cock left on the boat - Sam's - would be put to
use soon.  She looked around for him, but didn't see him.  Instead, she saw
Victor and Miles approaching with towels, which they used to wipe the oily
mixture off her back.

   "You'll get to taste some more of mine tomorrow," Miles promised.

   They both walked away and Cori whimpered.  Her legs and back ached from
the strain of her position, her nipples ached from being so overly
stimulated with the rings and ropes and fishing and now being slapped
against the side of the boat.  Her pussy was still on fire, cooling very
slowly.  But cool it did as the ocean breeze blew across it and she went
the next five minutes without any male touch or even any sign of them.  She
hung her head over the side, exhausted and frustrated, watching the water
as the boat moved on.  She wondered where they were going.  Surely not back
to shore with her tied up like this.

   Lost in her thoughts and focused on the whoosh of the water, she didn't
hear Sam approach.  Suddenly, she jerked upright as his cock slammed into
her without warning, a hard slap on her ass accompanying the penetration.
Her sunglasses flew off into the water below and her head snapped forward.

   "It's time, babe," Sam said, quickly settling into a rhythm of hard,
deep thrusts that were slow and deliberate.  Each thrust elicited a grunt
of pleasure from Cori as her pussy heated back up at microwave speed.

   Sam started drilling her harder and harder and she was getting wetter
and wetter.  He was showing no signs of letting up and she was gratefully
closing in on a monstrous climax.  Her ass slapped against his thighs and
her breasts beat against the side of the boat.  "Does that feel good,
babe?" Sam grunted.  "Is that what you've been waiting for all afternoon? I
told you, a high-performance engine performs best when it's warmed up
slowly.  You're on fire, aren't you?  This might be the best orgasm you've
ever had.  You need it, don't you?"

   "Yes," Cori gasped.  She heard something, the guys saying something
about another boat, but she didn't register it.  Her head was down and she
was focused on the pleasure in her pussy.  She noticed a shadow pass over
her and she looked up.  A cruise ship was right alongside them and people
were watching.  She gasped, horrified, her mind racing.  She looked to the
right and saw that they were fast approaching the dock.  She was strapped
naked to a boat with a cock deep inside her and she was on the verge of
orgasm.  And now she had an audience.

   "Oops, sorry," Sam said, quickly pulling out.  "I forgot, no public sex.
We'll finish later."

   Cori was furious.  All this and she didn't even get to cum?  Hell, no.
"Nooo, please, just do it," Cori whined over her shoulder.

   "But it's against the rules," Sam said.

   "Who cares?" Cori said.  "Do it!"

   Sam slammed back into her, holding one hip in his hand and waving to the
crowd with the other.  He noticed that several people were waving back,
some watching through binoculars.  Cori came almost immediately and, yes,
it was as powerful an orgasm as she'd ever had.  She screamed and rocked
against him with all her might.  Her pussy gushed liquid, which was soon
mixed with his own stream of cum, all of it spilling out onto the deck as
Sam pulled out and smacked her on the ass.  He waved to the boat again and
stepped away, quickly pulling on his swim trunks.

   Cori felt the rope give and realized that someone had cut it.  She fell
backward onto the deck, landing in their own pool of cum.  She lay there,
squishing against the side of the boat, trying to hide from the onlookers
while she basked in the glow of a beautiful orgasm.  She might be mad later
- they had broken almost every rule already, public sex, multiple partners
- but right now everything felt good.