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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 10: WELCOME
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   The day after Halloween, Cori woke up sore from a day full of both
tricks and treats, but in a good mood.  As hectic as Friday had been,
Saturday was shaping up to be an abnormally quiet day.  Harris was going on
a trip with the university president and the chair of the board of
directors to visit the other universities in the system and the region.  It
was an annual fact-sharing trip and "chance to play golf," as Harris put
it. He would be gone for a week.  Ty had spent the night at Jordan's,
calling to report that he would be spending most of the day collecting on
all the handy work he had done Friday at her house.  Cori wondered if maybe
Ty and Jordan were starting to build a relationship.  Cori loved him like a
brother and fucked him like an animal.  She had mixed feelings about him
with another woman - she didn't hate it, but she didn't love it either. 
She loved being with Ty, but if she was going to be getting fucked by
several different men, was it fair to expect him to wait around for his
turn with her?  Hardly.  Plus, Jordan was awesome.  Cori liked her a lot
and she could tell Ty did too.  She hoped they were having fun.

   Meanwhile, she had the house to herself and enjoyed it with a nice
breakfast on the couch watching bad reality shows on MTV and took a long
hot shower.  Then, she dressed in the decidedly un-Cori like outfit of a
loose fitting t-shirt, gray cotton athletic shorts that were actually the
right size, white cotton panties and white tennis shoes.  She still didn't
wear a bra, but otherwise, her look was like any young, fit woman might
wear.

   She thought about her day and decided that she would go to the office
and clean it up in preparation for Mrs.  Benson's return on Monday.  She
had to remove all of the party stuff and clean any stains that the day-long
orgy might have left.  After that, she'd maybe go to a movie or do a little
shopping.  In the evening, she might hang out with Ty or Jordan or both, or
she might just decide to do both the shopping and the movie in the same
day. Cori very seldom had this kind of time to herself and she was
determined to enjoy it.  She would probably take a little jog later this
evening and she thought about old-man Waters with his camera in one hand in
cock in the other, taking pictures as she stretched on his front lawn.

   She drove to work and let herself in with the key Wes had given her. 
She wondered what he was doing today.  Maybe he'd like to catch a movie
with her.  Now that was an idea.

   She took the elevator up to the office and started tackling the mess
they had left behind.  She grabbed large industrial garbage bags out of the
supply closet and started dumping in the leftover snacks and drinks and
plates.  She found remnants of her shredded clothes all over the place,
salvaging a few pieces but throwing most in the bag.  She turned Wes' desk
radio on and enjoyed some good ol' Top 40 fluff while she cleaned.

   Cori finished picking up the trash and straightened the open conference
area and break room.  The bathrooms were fine as were the offices for Barry
and Ted.  The front lobby was OK.  All that was left to do was clean a few
stains on the carpet near her desk and the conference table and then tackle
the germ-field that was Mrs.  Benson's office.  Cori put carpet cleaner on
the carpet stains and wiped all the desks and tables with disinfectant
wipes.  She dabbed at the spots on the carpet, happy to see it all coming
more or less clean.  The final step would be to vacuum and then she would
be done.

   She was vacuuming in Mrs.  Benson's office and didn't hear the elevator
open.  She didn't hear the door being unlocked, closed and locked again. 
She didn't hear the man's heavy breathing or see him slowly rubbing his
cock through his pants while he watched her move.  She didn't see him
taking pictures of her from behind.  She knew no one was there until she
felt a tap on her shoulder.  Cori jumped forward and turned around.

   "Hey Harold," she beamed, shutting off the vacumm cleaner.  "You scared
me!"

   "Sorry about that," he said.  "Just wanted to drop by and say hi."

   "Are you working today?" Cori asked, noticing that he wasn't in uniform.
Maybe they got to dress casual like the jeans and t-shirt he now wore on
weekends.

   "Nah," Harold said.  "I just saw your note on the door last night so I
thought I'd stop by and see if you needed any help."

   "Aw, that's sweet," Cori said.  She noticed the bulge in his pants and
the camera in his hand, but didn't say anything.  She had offered sex
yesterday, he had declined.  She really wasn't in the mood today.  A
sex-free day sounded really good to her right now.  She was having fun. 
Hopefully, if he really wanted something, he'd be willing to wait until
Monday.  She could blow him at lunch time if he wanted.  "Thanks, but I'm
just about done.  It wasn't as bad as I thought once I got started."

   "That's good," Harold said.  "It's good to see you in regular clothes
today.  You still look great, by the way."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "Well, it was good seeing you.  I'm just going to
finish up and get out of here."

   "I'm not ready to go yet," Harold said.

   "Oh, well, OK," Cori said.  "Do you mind if I go ahead and finish
vacuuming?"

   "Not as long as you don't mind doing it topless," Harold said firmly.

   "What?"

   "You heard me."

   "I don't understand.  You said you have my back.  You said you didn't
want to fuck me.  What's going on?"

   "I can't fuck you on duty.  I'd lose my job, plain and simple.  And I do
have your back, which is why you owe me a little gratitude.  You fucked
half the building in the last week.  Seems to me that a little topless show
isn't too much to ask."

   "I don't understand what's going on," Cori said.  "You've seen me naked
or half-naked all week.  You could have fucked me just about any time you
wanted.  You keep trying to make sure I'm safe.  Now, all of the sudden you
think you can just come in here, tell me what to do and have what you want?
I trusted you.  I'm not a whore for you or anyone else.  You might think
I'm a slut, but I do what I do for a reason.  It might not be the best
idea, but it's working so far.  If you don't want to watch my back, fine,
just get out of my way."

   "You're getting all fired up," Harold chuckled.  "I like that.  Look, I
think you've got me all wrong here.  I'm still a good guy and I'm in your
corner.  But I'm also human and I gotta be honest, when I went home last
night and replayed what I saw yesterday in my head, well, there's only so
much a man can take.  Now, I'm not here to fuck you and I sure ain't no
rapist.  But I am an amateur photographer and, I'll admit, a bit of a
voyeur.  So, I was thinking if you could give me a little show today, let
me take some pictures, have a little fun, that wouldn't be too much to ask.
How many guys shoved their cocks in your ass yesterday?  All I want is a
picture of it - and maybe a little feel."

   Cori lowered her eyes and shook her head.  Nothing was ever easy, was
it? "What if I say no?" Cori asked.

   "Well, I'd lose a lot of respect for you," Harold said matter-of-factly.
"You talk all high and mighty about not being a slut or a whore, about how
you can control things and want more out of life.  Then, the one guy in the
building whose cum you haven't tasted and who has gone out of his way to
make sure you're safe is the one guy you say no to?  Sounds pretty
hypocritical to me.  Is it just because I'm not offering money or a job or
trying to blackmail you?  I could give you five bucks or threaten to tell
Mrs.  Benson, but that's not how I operate.  Despite what you think of me
right now, I have integrity.  I've been honest with you about what I want
and, quite frankly, what I think I deserve.  If you say no, I'll leave. 
Just don't ask me any favors on Monday, OK?"

   "Wait," Cori said.  "You're right.  You've done nothing wrong.  I'm
sorry.  I just, well, I was kinda looking forward to a day that had nothing
to do with sex, ya know.  Just a break from all that stuff.  But look, if
you want to take a few pictures, feel me up, whatever, you've earned that.
What do you want me to do?"

   "Like I said, take your top off," Harold said.  "You don't have to pose
or anything yet.  Just do what you're doing and I'll tell you if I want you
to do anything else."

   Cori pulled off her shirt and started vacuuming again while Harold
circled her with the camera, taking pictures from all angles.  He had her
take off her shorts and bunched her panties between her ass cheeks and took
some close-ups while Cori moved about the room, pushing the vacuum cleaner
back and forth.

   She turned the vacuum off and looked around, but Harold was gone. 
Shrugging her shoulders, she unplugged the vacuum and put it back in the
closet.

   "I found these in one of your bags," Harold said, appearing suddenly
behind her.  "Put them on, please." He was holding a pair of her heels -
red stilettos - and a red thong that she had not worn yesterday.  She
didn't argue and soon stood before him with the red stilettos and red thong
and nothing else.

   "Very nice," Harold said.  He spent the next 20 minutes taking pictures
of her in various positions as she crawled, did jumping jacks, bent over at
the waist, made copies of her breasts on the copy machine, did the splits
and pulled on her own nipples.

   "OK, gotta wrap up soon," Harold said.  "I've only got a few pictures
left.  I bought the extra memory card, but it still fills up too fast. 
There are a couple more shots I want to get.  Special shots.  Kneel down
and rest your chin on the desk.  Cori did and Harold pulled out his cock.
He moved next to her, stroking it and she turned to put her mouth on it.

   "No," he said, pulling away.  "I want to be able to say I never had sex
with you and tell the truth.  This is just me jacking off and you happening
to get in the way and catching a bunch of it on your face." Just saying the
words got him off and he started spurting cum from the end of his cock.  He
pasted her right cheek, then turned her head and draped a long strand
across the bridge of her nose.  He dotted both eyelids with cum bubbles and
wiped the residue on her upper lip.

   "Hold still," he said, breathing hard.  He picked up the camera and
snapped another dozen shots of her cum-covered face.  In some, he had her
close her eyes to show off the cum-drenched lids.  In some he had her stick
out her tongue as if she were licking it off.  He snapped pictures until
his memory card was full, then set down the camera.

   Cori went to the bathroom to wash her face and, when she came back,
Harold was gone.

   "Well, that was weird," she muttered to herself.  She gathered up her
things and left, deciding not to let the odd encounter with Harold alter
her plans.  She went shopping and saw a movie, her full tub of buttered
popcorn serving as her lunch.  She received messages from Ty and Jordan. 
Ty was going to poker night with some of his new friends from work and
Jordan had to work at the club - Cori was invited to come over to either
place if she wanted.  She considered it, but knew that somehow she'd end up
fucking Ty in front of his poker buddies and possibly get gangbanged by the
whole crew.  And if she went to the strip club, someone would mistake her
for one of the dancers or Jordan would make her get on stage or something
crazy.  As much as she liked them both, she reminded herself that this was
her day and she called them both back, leaving messages that she was going
to enjoy some much-needed personal time.

   She decided to take a jog, then maybe order in for dinner and rent a
movie.  Just her, a pizza and some comfortable pajamas, a warm blanket and
a good movie sounded like a great night.

   When she got home, she found a plain brown bag on the doorstep.  Her
name was handwritten on the outside with a note attached.  She opened the
note, afraid of what she might read.  So many men had blackmailed her and
used her, to find the plain package and know she was going to be alone sent
shivers up her spine.  She laughed, though, when she read the note: "This
would be a really nice outfit to jog in.  And remember, my driveway is a
great place to stretch and warmup and cool down." It was signed by Waters,
of course.

   Cori took the package inside and opened it.  She pulled out a tiny white
tank top that looked at first glance like a typical crop top.  It wasn't
until she put it on that she realized what made it uniquely sexy.  Waters
had used scissors or a knife to make a series of slashes in the front of
the tank top.  If she wore no bra, as she moved about, various parts of her
breasts - including her nipples - would be visible.  She wouldn't run
without her sports bra, but she could do the warmup and cool down in
Waters' driveway without it, she supposed.  She held up the yellow shorts
and they were regular cotton athletic shorts, but the little notches in the
sides had been sliced right up the side, all the way to the waistband.  He
had obviously decided to error on the small side in terms of size and done
a fine job of getting clothes a couple sizes too small - or exactly the
same size she wore most of the time.

   Cori decided to play along and let him have his harmless fun.  She put
on a black thong that would contrast well with the yellow shorts.  Then she
pulled on the shorts and rolled down the waist band, which was now three
inches below her belly button and gave her the "whale tail" look in the
back.  She put on the tank top with no bra and ran in place, testing the
movement of her breasts.  The bottom of the tank flopped around a lot.  She
thought it would look and feel better if it was a snugger fit, so she
pulled the excess material around her narrow waist - the only part of her
body where the tank wasn't too small - and tied it in a knot just below her
breasts.  This made the top wrap tightly around her breasts, encasing them
top and bottom.  She jogged in place again and within seconds her hard
nipples had searched out and discovered open air, parting the thin cotton
fabric and drinking in the open air.

   She put regular white running shoes and put her hair in a red bow.  She
looked at herself again and decided she was good to go.  She'd warm up,
then change into her sports bra in his garage or on his porch, jog, then
lose the sports bra and do her cool down stretching.  It was a bit more
work than her jogs usually were, but she had time and thought it was a
simple way to please a kind but horny old man.  It was the neighborly thing
to do.

   She remembered the orange tube top he had cum all over the night before
and decided that would be a good way to make sure he knew she was there. 
She bounded across the yard to his front door and made sure one of her
nipples was poking out between a slit in her tank top.  When Waters opened
the door, his eyes immediately locked in on the exposed nipple and he
smiled.  "Well, wherever did you find such a lovely tank top?" he grinned
mischievously.  "It seems to fit you quite well."

   "Oh, thank you," Cori said.  "I was just getting ready to go for a jog
and thought I'd stop by and see if you had a chance to wash that orange
tube top."

   "It's in the dryer now," Waters said.  "Why don't you stop by when you
come back from your run and it should be ready for you.  Have you properly
warmed up?  Don't want you to pull anything."

   "No, I haven't," Cori said, "but you're right, I should stretch first.
Do you mind if I use your railing?" Cori nodded toward a waist-high
cream-colored railing that surrounded Waters expansive wrap-around front
porch.

   "Of course, my dear," Waters said.  "Oh, it's such a beautiful day, I
think I'll take a few pictures of the trees and flowers and whatever other
scenery I happen to see."

   "Naughty old man," Cori teased.

   Waters grabbed his camera quickly and sat in a rocking chair on the
porch, focusing his camera on Cori, getting an assortment close-ups and
wide shots as she alternated putting her legs up on the railing and bent
her head to her toes.  Then she climbed on the railing and did the splits,
first facing away from him, then facing him, giving him great view of ass,
legs, pussy and tits.  Her nipples were both popping through the tank top
now.  A young couple walked by on the sidewalk, doing a double-take as they
saw Cori's scantily clad body straddling the railing.  They were far enough
away that they couldn't tell her nipples were sticking out, but close
enough to recognize her unbelievable curves, firm body and lots of bare
skin.  Did old man Waters have a niece or granddaughter they didn't know
about?  They walked on and a few other neighbors strolled by, but no saw
enough to be truly concerned or overly curious.  At least not until Cori
started running.

   "Oh dear," Cori said, looking down at her tank top and pretending to
notice the tears for the first time, "I can't go running like this.  I
better put on my jogging bra."

   "Nonsense," Waters said, unabashedly reaching for her breasts.  He
tugged the scraps of material over her nipples and patted them in place.

   "Thanks, but that won't stay," Cori said.  "Watch." She started jumping
up and down, making her tits bounce up to her chin and slap together. 
Soon, both nipples had found open crevices once again.

   "I see," Waters said, "I think I know how to fix that.  Stay here." He
went into the house came back with a handful of a dark brown substance.  "I
dabble a bit in ceramics and sculpture from time to time," Waters said. 
"This is some modeling clay.  It's just a bit wet and when it's wet it's
sticky.  Lift your shirt."

   "You're going to put that on my nipples?" Cori asked, untying the
knotted shirt.

   "Yeah, if we put just a little on each nipple, then press the shirt
around your nipple, it should hold the shirt in place," Waters grinned. 
"Then you job bra-free, the way a girl like you was meant to be seen."

   "You are a silly, naughty old man," Cori teased.  "I don't think it will
work, but we can try if you want.  Don't say I never did you any favors,
though." She lifted her shirt and felt him place a dollop of the cool, wet
clay over her left nipple.  He used his thumb and index finger to carefully
mold the clay around her nipple, covering the areola all the way to the
tip. His fingers worked with an uncanny deftness for his age and Cori felt
her nipple tingling in appreciation of the fine finger-work.  He wiped away
excess and smoothed away bumps and creases in the clay until it looked like
an exact replica of her nipple, perfectly shaped.  The only difference was
that it was now even longer and bit darker.  He did the same thing with her
right nipple, then began blowing gently on each nipple, helping the clay
dry and harden.

   "I thought it would stick better if it's wet," Cori said, trying to
ignore the fact that the combination of being topless 100 feet from the
street, Waters talented fingers, the pleasingly cool clay and the cool
tingle of his breath on her breasts was making her a little horny.

   "It will," Waters said.  "But we only need it to be wet at the base,
around your areola.  That's where it will stick best because of the larger
surface area."

   "Then why did you put the clay all over my nipples?" Cori asked.

   "Because," he laughed, "they are going to look amazing when you pull
that shirt down and they are sticking out an extra half an-inch and are so
dark, like a Brazilian girls nipples.  Won't help the shirt stick any
better, but it will make me happy."

   "Anything to make you happy," Cori laughed, shaking her head.

   He blew on them a little more until he was satisfied the clay wouldn't
break down when they put her shirt on.  He helped her pull her the white
tank top back down, careful to make sure that both nipples were covered by
part of the material.  Cori knotted the bottom under her breasts again and
Waters set about sticking the shirt to her areola.

   Starting with her left breasts, he smoothed the tank top over her
nipple, stretching it tight, then pinched the fabric around the base of her
nipple, pressing it firmly against the wet ring of clay there.  Sure
enough, it stuck like brick and mortar.  Cori felt the moist clay ooze and
grab onto the fabric as he pressed it against her.  The rest of the fabric
was pulled taut over her nipple, encasing it in a sheath of white cotton.
Waters did the same thing with the other nipple, then stood back and
admired his work.  Even a half-inch longer made her already large nipples
look almost cartoonish, especially the way the dark, reddish-brown clay
showed through her thin white top.  The obscene erectness of her nipples,
the way the top clung to her nipples and the way they were so visible made
it look like she was wearing a wet t-shirt, only it wasn't wet.

   "Now that's nice," Waters nodded.  He grabbed the camera and took a half
dozen more pictures, straight on and profile.  "All right, test it out."

   Cori jumped up and down again, expecting the clay to break loose and her
nipples to poke through a hole, spilling clay down the front of her shirt.
It didn't happen.  Everything held.  "Looks like you were right," Cori
said. "I guess I'm good to go.  Thanks!  I'll see you in about 45 minutes."

   Cori took off down the steps of the porch, feeling the extreme bouncing
of her boobs on her chest, her erect nipples encased in a double layer of
clay and cotton.  They felt huge and foreign and oddly erotic.  Once she
settled in her running rhythm, her breasts calmed down too, still bobbing
up and down, but they were so firm that they were controlled, not flopping
all over.

   She passed a middle-aged man walking his dog, noticing his eyes bug out
as he stared at her chest.  A couple of high school kids in a car slowed
down and whistled and another female jogger looked at her and frowned in
disapproval.  A guy on a bicycle followed her for about a block and Cori
was about to turn and confront him, but he veered off and went down another
street.  The whole run was that way - she drew some attention, but nothing
extreme or threatening.  Only the guy on the bike had creeped her out, but
the way he had ducked his head and rode off quickly told her he was
probably a family man afraid of being reported to his wife for ogling young
joggers by nosy friends or neighbors.

   She made it back to Waters house, her body now glistening with sweat. 
Surprisingly, the clay nipples had held up throughout the run.  Waters was
waiting for her with a bottle of water.  As she tilted her head back to
drink, he untied her shirt and lifted it up.  He washed the clay away with
his hands and another bottle of water.  Cori was standing in his driveway
and looked around nervously to make sure no one was watching.  She imagined
someone was peeping through windows somewhere, but she couldn't see anyone.
Still, she moved slowly toward the house, Waters' caressing hands tagging
along.

   "Wait," he said.  "You need to stretch and cool down now.  I set this up
for you." He pointed to a small inflatable pool about 4 feet wide by 10
feet long and about 3 feet deep.  Cori had noticed it when she got back
from her run.  It hadn't been there before she left.  Now she knew what he
had done.  He set it up and filled it while she was gone and now he wanted
her to get in, get wet and let him take more pictures.

   "Naughty old man," she teased again, kicking off her shoes and peeling
down her shorts.  She stepped into the kiddie pool wearing her black thong
and white tank top.  The pool was in the front yard between a tree and the
porch, so the view from the road was partially obstructed but Waters' view
from the porch was perfect.  Cori splashed and frolicked in the pool,
wetting her tank top and stretching her log legs, raising them out of the
water and resting them on the side as they glistened in the evening sun. 
It had been a nice warm fall day, but now it was cooling off rapidly and
the cool water quickly dropped Cori's body temperature.  Goosebumps popped
up on her arms and her nipples reached an aching hardness.  Waters' camera
and the occasional splash of water were the only sounds.  Cori looked up at
Waters, giving him some seductive looks and noticed him rubbing his pants.

   She wiggled her finger at him to come join her and he walked awkwardly
down the steps.  She stayed in the pool but took his hand and guided him
over by the tree.  Now he was standing in the narrow space between her and
the tree.  Anyone passing by would be hard pressed to realize that his
pants were down or that she was stroking him off.  She conveyed that
message with her eyes as she sat up on her knees in the pool and jerked his
pants down around his ankles.  She bent forward and blew warm air across
his hard cock the same way he had blown on her nipples.  She pulled off her
thong and tank top and tossed them onto the porch, presenting herself
completely nude for him.  She took him in her mouth and wet his cock just
like she had done the night before, then lay back, never taking her eyes
off him.  She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, then let her
fingers trail down her belly, over her thighs and eventually between her
legs.  She fingered herself, partly because it felt good and partly because
she knew no man who could resist the sight of a girl getting herself off.

   Sure enough, Waters began stroking his cock harder and harder, his eyes
locked on her, taking in her every move.  His eyes were wide, his lips
slightly parted, his hand working vigorously on his cock.  Cori stuck two
fingers inside herself and pumped her pussy, creating a rhythmic splashing
sound that matched the beat of Waters' wet strokes on his cock.  Cori was
hot, but not really close to orgasm.  Waters, on the other hand, was ready
to burst.  He sent a spray of white cum across her chest and she sat up,
catching the rest on her face and in her mouth.  When he was done, she
merely dipped under the water to rinse herself off, then stood up and
waited for him to bring her a towel.

   "Come inside and get your tube top," Waters said, handing her a large
bath towel.

   She wrapped herself in the towel and followed him into the house.  She
didn't bother to pick up her wet tank top and thong - she'd throw them in
the wash when she got home.

   During last night's first encounter with Waters, Cori hadn't really
noticed his house, but now as she looked around, she thought it was very
nice, but not very well taken care of.  There were piles of papers laying
around, the carpet hadn't been vacuumed in a while and it was in definite
need of a good dusting.  She had an idea for something fun to do for an
hour or two tomorrow.

   "So, are you an early riser or night owl?" Cori asked.

   "Night owl," Waters said.  "Always have been.  Why?"

   "Well, I'm home alone tonight..."

   "You can stay here!" Waters said, enthusiastically.

   "That's sweet, but I really could use some alone time.  I don't get
much. But it is a little creepy being alone when I'm used to having at
least one guy in the house."

   "Where's Ty?"

   "Playing poker with his buddies.  He'll probably be out all night and
show up sometime tomorrow morning."

   "I see.  So, what do you need from me?"

   "Well, I know you like to keep an eye on things and, well, if you're
going to be up anyway, if you wouldn't mind just, you know, keeping an eye
out around our houses tonight, I'd really appreciate it."

   "Of course," Waters said.  "Any particular reason you're scared?"

   "No," Cori said.  "I mean, I'm not really scared.  I just, well, as you
know, I dress a little sexy sometimes and, well, some guys get the wrong
idea.  Sometimes you don't even know it, but someone sees you dressed a
certain way, they spie on you and well, you never know."

   "I understand," Waters said.  "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I
was in the Marines back in the day.  I have binoculars, a pistol and even
some night-vision goggles.  Plus, old Buster here always sniffs out any
trouble." Waters pointed to his German shepherd.

   "Good," Cori nodded, patting Buster on the head.  "I feel better now. 
I'm going to go home and watch a movie, then get some sleep.  You guys have
a good night.  Mind if I keep the towel?  I'll bring it back tomorrow."

   "You can have anything in the house if it means you'll come back
tomorrow," Waters laughed.  "If this keeps up, I'm going to have to get my
Viagra refilled."

   Cori laughed and pecked him on the cheek.  She picked up her clothes
from the porch and yard and went home.  The extra activities before and
after her run had made it take twice as long as usual, but she was happy.
Her "sex-free" day wasn't exactly that, but it was as close as she usually
got and she had made two decent old men very happy.

   She dried off, threw on one of Ty's gray t-shirts - and nothing else --
and ordered a pizza.  The shirt was huge on her and hung down a few inches
past her ass.  It was comfortable and nothing that was going to drive the
pizza guy crazy.  After the pizza came, she ordered a movie off the cable
and snuggled up on the couch under a warm blanket.  Twelve hours later, she
woke up with the sunlight streaming in the kitchen window and the
half-eaten pizza on the table.  She had fallen asleep on the couch and
enjoyed the most relaxing, full night's sleep she'd had in a long time. 
It's amazing how much more rest you get when no one's fucking your ass at 3
a.m., Cori mused.

   She rubbed her eyes, stood up and stretched.  She picked up the pizza
box and noticed a piece of paper stuck to it.  It was a note from Ty:

   "I was horny, but didn't want to wake you, so you owe me big tonight! 
We're going on an all-day fishing trip.  Should be back after dinner.  Wear
something nice!"

   Cori smiled.  Well, it certainly wouldn't be a full day without sex. 
When Ty was talking like that, it meant she could expect several good
drillings tonight.  But it was just 8 a.m.  now.  She had at least 12 more
hours to herself.  A full day and a half basically on her own.  Cori
couldn't believe it.  She loved Ty and liked Harris and was a little crazy
over Wes, but it was nice to have days or even parts of days like this. 
She did, however, have one little bit of naughty fun she wanted to have. 
Waters needed to have his house cleaned and Cori needed to repay him for
watching out for her.  She'd gladly clean it up for him, but planned to
have a little dirty fun at the same time.

   First, though, she made herself breakfast and finished watching her
movie.  Then, she took a long hot bath and picked up around the house.  She
called Ben and John to see how things were at the old Hard Body Shop and
looked over a course catalog for the upcoming spring semester at Bramble
Jackson University.  She jotted down a few notes of classes she was
interested in, imagining what it would be like a few weeks from now when
her internship was over and she was attending real college courses and
doing who knows what for Harris and his donors.

   After lunch, she decided it was time to pay a visit to Waters.  She had
to take back his towel, after all.  She found what she was looking for in
her closet and put it on.  It was a black and white French maid outfit with
an extremely low cut top and short skirt.  She wore no bra and a black
g-string with black lace thigh highs and black stilettos.  She put one
black and white lace garter around her neck and the other on her right
thigh.

   Then, she took the towel, a broom and a bucket of cleaning supplies and
headed toward his door, taking a quick glance up and down the street to
make sure no one was coming.  She knocked on the door, yanking her top down
to reveal as much cleavage as she could.

   "Wow," Waters said.  "That's quite an outfit.  Off to work, are you?"

   "Nope," Cori said.  "Going to work here.  Oh, here's your towel."

   "Work here?"

   "Looks like the place could use a woman's touch," Cori said.  "If you
don't mind, that is."

   "No," Waters said.  "As a matter of fact, I use to have a maid that came
in once a month.  Pretty little coed - not like you, of course, but pretty
nonetheless.  Anyway, she didn't seem to share your open views on voyeurism
and masturbation and turned in her resignation a couple months ago.  I
guess the place has slowly gone to hell since."

   "No problem," Cori said.  "Coupla hours and it will look sharp.  And you
can do any little ol' thing you like." She winked at him and marched into
his house, setting her cleaning supplies on the table.  She quickly took
inventory and started by picking up the odds and ends around the house,
occasionally asking him where he kept things.  Waters was always right with
her, not helping, but watching, taking pictures and even shooting some
video.  He stole a few touches, too, groping her ass or breasts, never
receiving any complaints from Cori.

   "It's very warm in here," Cori said after 15 minutes.  "Would you mind
if I made myself a little cooler?"

   "Be my guest," Waters grinned.

   Cori removed the French maid's outfit, leaving only the thigh highs,
g-string and stilettos.  "Much better," she said.  "Now, I think I'll dust
next."

   Cori pulled a feather duster out of her bucket of cleaning supplies and
went around the house, legitimately doing her best to clean up the place
but always keeping in mind that she was showing off for him.  She teased
him by bending over at the waist, straining to reach around and behind
objects and letting her breasts brush against objects as they hung heavily
below her.

   "You know, you could probably triple your coverage area with a couple
modifications," Waters said.

   "Really?" Cori asked.  "How?"

   "Well, the way your tits and ass are shaking all over the place, if you
put a dust cloth on them, they would probably do half the work for you."

   "These things do get in the way sometimes," Cori giggled like a silly
schoolgirl, cupping her breasts.

   "Oh, there's not a thing wrong with those knockers of yours," Waters
assured her.  "We just need to put them to proper use.  Take off your thigh
highs.  I have an idea."

   Cori took off the sheer black stockings and handed them over to Waters.
He took one of the stockings and shoved the opening over her left breast.
She held her breast for him while he used both hands to force the opening
over her boob.  "Hold it there," he said.  Cori held the band of the
stocking around the base of her breast to keep it from rolling back and
falling off.  Waters took the excess length and sliced it off, leaving just
a short tail of nylon hanging from her breast.  He took one of the garters
and spread it over her breast, snapping it around the base.  When Cori let
go, the belt held firm, keeping her breast encased in the sheer nylon. 
Waters repeated the process with the right breast, using the other garter
to secure it, then he took the two "tails" and tied them together in a cute
little bow that drew her tits together and held the odd looking package
snugly in place.  He squeezed her nylon-covered tits, mostly to enjoy the
feel, but also to test how well the garters would hold.  They were very
snug around her big cone-shaped breasts and were going nowhere, which meant
neither were the nylons.

   "Now, that should work nicely," Waters said.  "Rub those big things all
over everything and you'll have this place dust-free in no time."

   "Great idea," Cori laughed.  "Would you mind taking a picture just so I
can remember how we did this?"

   "Of course," Waters said, "gotta have a good shot of the Bust Dusters."
He snapped several shots of Cori posing, then using her new cleaning tools
on his end tables and TV screen.  When she was done, Waters removed the
dust-covered nylons but kept the garters in place around the base of her
tits.

   "OK, I'll vacuum next," Cori said.

   "I'll get the vacuum cleaner for you," Waters said.

   "Don't bother," Cori grinned.  "I brought my own." She picked up a
hand-held vacuum and showed it to him.

   "You're going to use that?" Waters asked.

   "Yep," Cori said.  "Only way to make sure it's really clean.  If you
don't believe me, you can go behind me and see for yourself."

   Cori dropped down on all fours and started crawling along the floor,
sucking up dirt with the little vacuum.  Waters understood immediately what
she was doing.  It was hard for him to get down on all fours these days,
but he sat in his wheeled office chair and rolled along behind her,
watching every twitch and roll of her ass cheeks, the slinky movements of
her long legs, the wobbling of her firm breasts.  The vacuum filled up
quickly and Cori took it out the back door to dump the contents into his
trash bin.  He had a privacy fence that blocked most views, but anyone
taking time to look out the second story of a few of the neighboring homes
would have seen a topless leggy blonde and wondered what the old man was up
to now.

   Waters was getting more aggressive now, groping her as she crawled,
tapping her ass with a cane, using the hook to snake under her g-string and
pull the tiny garment away from her pussy.  He filled a squirt bottle with
water and sprayed her ass and thighs and back with it as she crawled.  She
looked back and saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it.  Without
hesitation, she took him in her mouth and gave him 30 seconds of supreme
blowjob and enough lubrication to finish the job himself.

   She took another full vacuum load outside and when she turned around,
she saw Waters watching her through the window, his hand on his cock,
pumping steadily.  She smiled and made a show of looking around as if she
cared if anyone was watching or not, then knelt down in front of where his
cock was press against the window and pressed her lips against it, leaving
a bright red kiss imprint.  She stood back and played with her nipples,
using the garters to make her breasts bounce up and down.  She bent over
the patio table and showed him her ass, pulling up on her g-string and
making it rub over her clit and between her pussy lips.  She licked her
finger and stuck it in her pussy, rubbing herself for several seconds, then
putting the finger back in her mouth.  She backed up and rubbed her ass
against the window and watched him over her shoulder.

   She saw Waters' cock head bulge, then open fire with a few quick, thick
darts of cum that splattered against the window, only the thickness of the
glass between it and her lip imprint.  As soon as he was done, she dashed
inside and knelt before him, sucking the last juices from his softening
cock.  "Mmmm," she said.  "That's good.  I don't usually do windows, but I
think I need to make an exception." She turned and began licking his cum
off the window, pulling the creamy strands into her mouth and swallowing
them one at a time while Waters watched in awe and appreciation.

   "Is that clean enough for you?" Cori asked.

   "Yes, my dear," Waters said.  "I never realized a girl had to get so
dirty to get things clean."

   "I wouldn't say I had to," Cori said, beginning to gather up her things.

   "Well, I'm a pretty messy old man," Waters said, "so any time you want
to come over and help tidy up, you just go right ahead."

   "I will," Cori promised.

   Cori left, went to the gym for a workout using some light weights for
tone and flexibility, 45 minutes on the stairmaster for her ass and a few
precious minutes in the hot tub to relax.  She came as well rested,
exercised, energized and relaxed as she had been in a very long time.  It
was 6 p.m.  Ty would be home in an hour or two.  She threw together a salad
and then called Waters.  He came over immediately upon her request.

   "What do you need help with, my dear?"

   "Well, it's a little embarrassing, but, well, sometimes Ty likes it a
little rough.  Anyway, I thought I'd surprise him by wearing something
slutty and maybe being tied up and waiting for him, you know.  His love
slave imprisoned and ready for him to use any way he wants.  But I wasn't
sure what to do and you seem like you'd have some good ideas."

   "Oh, I'd love to help," Waters said.

   "Good.  Let me show you some of my clothes and maybe you can help me
pick something out that will really turn him on."

   "Does he like football?" Waters asked.

   "Loves it, why?"

   "Big game tonight," Waters said.  "I bet he'll want to keep an eye on
it, even while he's fucking you.  I've got an idea.  What TV does he like
to watch the game on?"

   "It's downstairs in Club Cori."

   "Club Cori?"

   "Yeah," Cori giggled.  "It's a little homemade strip club Ty made for
me. You'll have to come over some evening.  No cover charge."

   "I'm there," Waters said.  "Let's see it."

   Cori led him downstairs and Waters nodded, imagining Cori stripping and
twirling around that pole.  He'd see that another day for sure.  For right
now, he had a vision - a very naughty vision.  He'd taken some of his coed
toys down the road to bondage, but it had never gone far or lasted long. 
They tended to freak out.  Cori, he thought, wasn't the type to freak out.
Hell, she suggested it.  He figured Ty would want exactly what he would.  A
good view of the game and access to Cori from all angles, plus a good view
of her while he rested between fucks.  While the stage and pole were
tempting, he realized the ideal spot was on the other end of the basement
where there was a small lounge type area with a leather couch and straight
back chair and a coffee table in front of a wide screen TV.

   Waters turned the coffee table so it was perpendicular to both the couch
and the TV and parallel to the chair.  "Lay down on there," Waters said. 
"That's it, scoot your butt to the edge.  Right."

   Cori was laying on her back on the hard, black coffee table.  Her ass
was right at the edge of the table and her legs were bent at 90 degree
angles at the knees.

   "That will work," Waters said, muttering to himself.  Then louder to
Cori, "OK, that's perfect.  Take off your clothes.  All you need right now
are stilettos.  Red or black will be fine.  Do you have ropes or straps or
anything we can use?"

   "Yeah," Cori said.  "There's a box of that kind of stuff in the closet
there.  I'll go get my shoes.  Nothing else?"

   "Just put your hair in a ponytail with a big bow," Waters said.  "And if
you have some of those naughty, lacy white socks you can put on, do that."

   Waters rummaged through the closet of goodies, finding several nice
options.  Cori returned naked except for a pair of candy red six-inch
stilettos with white frilly socks and large red ribbon tied in a bow in her
hair, which was in a ponytail.

   Waters covered the table with a light blue blanket to make it a little
more comfortable, since Cori would probably be there a while - at least she
would be if she were his to keep for the night.  But he knew she wasn't. 
She was doing this for Ty and he was doing it for fun - playing with naked
coeds was always fun - and as a way to maybe thank the man he had yet to
meet for introducing such a beautiful and flirtatious young hottie to the
neighborhood.  Get on good terms with the man who owned that delicious ass
and Waters might just be able to keep enjoying some neighborly perks.  So,
it was with his own interests and Ty's in mind - not Cori's - that Waters
proceeded turning Cori into a bound, helpless, utterly hot and slutty and
vulnerable plaything offered up in such a way that no man could resist
simply tearing into her perfect body.

   Cori lay back on the table just like before and Waters had her put her
heels flat on the floor.  He then bound both to the outside of the table
legs with short gold chains that wrapped around the legs and around her
ankles.  The lacy socks not only looked cute, but they also protected her
ankles from any rubbing.  Even though the chains weren't overly tight,
several hours like this could leave a mark.

   Next, he took a longer, thin gold chain that he had found in the closet
of goodies and wrapped it around the table, running the chain through her
belly button ring.  He cinched it tight so she was pinned to the table from
the waist down.

   "Wow, this is good," Cori said approvingly.  "Ty is going to love it."

   "Good," Waters said.  "We're not done yet."

   Next, he put two long white silk sleeves on her arms.  Both extended
from her biceps to her wrists, then had a strap that hooked over her middle
finger.  He then tied a white silk scarf around each wrist, then tied the
other end of the scarves around her thighs.  Now, her arms were pinned to
her sides and were helping to hold her legs open, an inviting picture if
ever there was one.  Again the soft material wouldn't hurt or leave lasting
marks, but it was secure.  Cori was moving nowhere.  In case of a fire, the
fastest way to get her out would be to pick up the table and carry her out.
A vision of Cori naked on the front lawn, strapped to a table while firemen
tended to the fire between her legs flashed in Waters' dirty mind.  His
cock was rock hard and he was loving playing with Cori, touching her,
putting her into whatever position he wanted.  He had toyed with the idea
of spreading her legs wide and decided he'd set up that option for Ty if
time permitted.  So many positions, so little time.

   "You have a choker?" Waters asked.

   "In my room, third dresser drawer," Cori said.

   Waters left and came back with one of her leather chokers.  This one was
red to match the few clothes she had and it said "I swallow" in bright
white letters.  Doubling as a leash in sex play, it had a small circular
clasp on the front.  Waters took three more short gold chains, putting one
between her nipple rings to draw her breasts together and provide
unnecessary support to keep them from falling to her sides.  The other two
chains went from her nipples to the clasp on her choker, forming a perfect
triangle that would keep her breasts high on her chest, her nipples hard
and pointed straight up.

   Next, he took another white scarf and slid it under the choker on the
back of her neck, looped it around the collar and then tied it the left
table leg with enough slack that it didn't hurt her neck and that Ty could
move her head around while face-fucking her if he wanted.  But it was tight
enough that she was basically strapped flat on her back to the table.

   Waters was satisfied with his work, but not done yet.  He stuffed a
bright red ball gag in her mouth and strapped it around her head.  The
closet of goodies had provided many options, and he couldn't resist a small
black butt plug in her ass and a different toy in her pussy.  It looked
like a standard dildo, but when you turned it on, instead of vibrating, it
inflated.  Waters put the six-inch dildo inside Cori's pussy and turned it
on.  The thing inflated slowly, growing until it was as thick as his wrist.
It stayed that way for 10 seconds, then slowly deflated before beginning to
inflate all over again.  It took about 45 seconds for the complete cycle
and Waters watched fascinated as Cori's tight pussy maintained a
vacuum-like seal on the dildo, whether it was deflated and slender or
inflated and stretched her pussy obscenely.

   "That should have your little cunt all juicy and ready for him," Waters
chuckled.  "Don't go anywhere.  I'll be right back."

   Waters went upstairs, found the computer and quickly typed up and
printed out a note.  He found a basket in Cori's room and filled the basket
with some of her panties, a couple of skin mags from his own extensive
collection and the note.  He took it back downstairs and put the TV remote
in it, then set it on top of Cori's flat stomach.  He looked at his watch,
figured he had about 15 more minutes at the minimum and quickly looped a
chain around the legs of an end table on one side and around a heavy pot on
the other.  These would be Ty's options if he wanted to unchain Cori's legs
from the table and spread them into the splits.

   The final touch was a risky one, but one Waters couldn't refuse.  "Close
your eyes," he told Cori, who couldn't respond because of the gag in her
mouth.  Waters jacked his cock over her, looking at her amazing body, bound
and displayed so nicely.  He touched her exposed pussy and stroked her
bound nipples, then slapped his cock harder and harder until he finally
came.  He stopped stroking and let the cum ooze out of his cock and onto
her closed eyelids.  He put a quarter-sized pool on each eye, watching the
jizz ooze into her lashes and matte them down against her cheeks.

   He took dozens of pictures, then went to his house, looking for a couple
things, then came right back.  He grabbed a few of Cori's thongs and
scattered them in a trail from the front door to the steps to the basement
and on down.  He turned the TV on and put it on the pregame show for the
football game and sat a six-pack of beer and coupon for a free pizza inside
the basket, wrapping a pair of panties around each bottle of beer.

   "Have fun, Cori," Waters said.  "Ty should be home soon.  I hope he
likes his present."

   He didn't wait for her to respond since she couldn't.  Like a good girl,
she had kept her eyes closed, partly because she didn't want to felt that
sting without being able to wipe them and partly because they were just
about sealed shut and mostly because she knew it was Waters' vision to
present Ty with a ready, willing, vulnerable slut who already had taken a
face-full of cum and was clearly ready for more.  She didn't need to see,
talk or move.  That's not what she was there for.  She was there to be a
means of pleasure, any way Ty wanted and for however long he wanted.

   With Waters gone, Cori was left to wait.  Waters had turned the volume
on the pre-game show up loud, so it was impossible for her to hear the
front door or footsteps from above.  She heard only blabber about the
football game.  She saw nothing, her eyes caked closed by the two blobs of
cum.  She could barely move, but her pussy was moving constantly as it
stretched and contracted, wrapped tightly around the expanding dildo.  She
had no idea how long she waited.  She supposed if she paid attention to the
talk on the TV, she might have caught a couple clues, but she blocked it
out.  Right now, she was far too horny and excited to think about anything
else.  The rhythmic stretching of her pussy was maddening and intoxicating.
She wanted to cum so badly.  She pictured herself, bound and sprawled out
lewdly for him and her nipples tingled with excitement.

   After what seemed like hours but in reality was only about 20 minutes,
she felt the basket lift off her belly.  She jerked at the surprise,
freaked out that he was there and she hadn't been able to hear him.  She
assumed it was Ty, anyway.  She heard a low chuckle and a lusty, "Mmm-mmm"
and recognized his deep voice.  Ty liked what he saw.

   She thought he'd attack her right then and there, but there was a delay.
She didn't know where he was or what he was doing.  She wriggled, wanting
his big cock to pound her pussy and finish the job that cursed dildo had
started.

   Ty, however, was taking his time.  He watched Cori wriggle against her
bonds and sat on the couch where he had a front and center view of her
pussy, all wet and gleaming, squeezed possessively around the dildo like a
child clutching a blanket.  He could see that she was even hornier than he
was, if that was possible, and though he wanted to fuck her brains out, the
idea of making her wait was fun.  He looked through the basket, trying to
figure out who had left it and why they had left Cori like this.  There
were no signs of any injury or struggle and no reason to think she had been
put in this position unwillingly.  And if nothing else, her glistening
pussy lips and rock-hard nipples told the story of how she was feeling and
what she wanted.  This wasn't a girl aching to be untied, this was a girl
aching to be fucked while tied.

   Ty found the note in the basket and read it to himself, chuckling again:

   "Greetings from the Welcome Bangin'!  That's right, the Welcome Bangin',
not Wagon.  At Welcome Bangin', we value the beauty and quality of our
neighborhood.  Sure, nice yards and well-maintained homes are great, but we
especially appreciate our new neighbors who bring hot young coeds with
them. Nothing brightens the neighborhood like a pretty coed with longs legs
or a tight ass or big tits or a great smile - or all of the above. 
Property values rise, spirits rise and yes, even cocks rise when one of
these little gifts to men moves in the neighborhood.  We understand that
she is yours to enjoy intimately and ours to enjoy from afar, but we
welcome the addition nonetheless.  To thank you, we have provided a gift
basket as well as the real gift every man wants - the ultimate welcome
home: his hot coed naked and tied up, waiting for him to fuck her while he
watches a great ball game, eats pizza and drinks beer.  No interruptions
and everything a man could want.  The first quarter, the adrenaline is
pumping and you bang the shit out of her a couple times.  Then, after those
first couple orgasms, you settle in and watch the ballgame.  You rest your
beer between her tits and eat chips with dip in her belly button.  You
pound her again at halftime, slower this time, but good nonetheless.  Then,
in the third quarter, you play with her.  Maybe you fist fuck her or eat
her pussy or stick your balls in her mouth.  In the fourth quarter, maybe
you drive in her end zone or see if she chokes on your cock the same way
the other team chokes away the game.  After the game, what better way to
celebrate than by cranking up the music and partying the night away.  She's
bound and wet and ready for you.

   "Why do we provide this service?  To thank you, as we stated before, and
to welcome you.  But also, to encourage you to continue to share your yummy
coed with those of us not fortunate to have one to ourselves.  By share, we
mean letting/making her go outside in sexy outfits or sunbathe nude in the
back yard or stretch after a long run in a neighbor's driveway.  You'll
make friends fast, let me assure you.  We also encourage you to share
pictures and videos of your slut at the email address below and, should you
wish to notify our office of any "public" appearances by your coed cunt,
you can simply call us and we'll be sure to be on the lookout, cameras and
binoculars at the ready.

   "So please, enjoy this night, fuck her once or twice for us and, by all
means, let us know if you ever want us to help prep her for another Welcome
Bangin'."

   Ty set aside the note, wondering who had done all this and how Cori had
happened upon him or them.  It sure didn't sound like Harris, and he was
out of town anyway.  Whoever it was sure knew what he was doing.  Cori
looked absolutely amazing.  Ty was dripping pre-cum before he got his pants
off and, just as the note had suggested, wasted no time ripping into her
with his stout cock.  He yanked the dildo out of her pussy and replaced it
in a single thrust, his knees resting on the edge of the table as he drove
into her.

   He loved the fact that Cori's eyes were shut and covered by cum.  Even
though she no doubt knew it was him, the fact that she was bound here and
basically blind and helpless, vulnerable to anyone who walked in the room
was exciting.  It was a safe game, but felt dangerous.

   Cori's pussy was as hot and wet and tight as he had ever felt it and it
clutched him, practically drawing him insider her.  He was right, she did
need this as much as he did.  He had gotten a number of good loads off
inside and on Jordan over the past couple of days, so while he was horny,
he wasn't quite as desperate as Cori was.  She came almost immediately, her
twitching body, cold sweat and flaring nostrils telling the story that her
mouth and eyes could not.

   Cori didn't know what had taken Ty so long to get to it, all she knew
was she was glad he finally did.  His cock felt so good inside her, big and
powerful and manly.  She absolutely loved it.  She wasn't thinking about
Wes or Waters or work or anything right now but Ty's beautiful cock and the
wonderful things it was doing to her by simply fucking her with brute force
and relentless strength.  Her pussy gave in again a few seconds later as
she came for the second time.  She could tell he was close too.  He was
grunting, talking dirty like he liked.

   "Yeah, fucking hot little bitch," he groaned.  "Just tied up naked and
wet and waiting for me.  How many times did you cum just thinking about me?
Who did you fuck to get to tie you up, you little whore?  Neighborhood
nympho, huh.  Yeah, you got the body for it, little slut.  Fuck, this is
going to be a great night."

   He pulled out of her and felt his cock hit her nose.  He was standing
over her now, facing her tits and belly.  He rubbed his cock against her
hair and slapped it against her forehead.  He was going to jack off on her
face - her eyes, to be more specific.  "Might as well keep those things
closed for a while," he grunted.  Cum spurted out, the first blast landing
on the ball gag before he gained control and aimed for her eyelids.  Like
paint on a wall, her eyes now had a second coat of paint, glossy and thick
in pools that jiggled like Jello when she moved.  Some of it ran down the
sides of her nose and some ran off the sides of her face, but most stayed
right where it was intended to go.  Cori jerked in surprise a few moments
later when she felt something soft against her eyelids.  After a moment,
she realized Ty was using a small paint brush to spread out and even out
the cum, paying special attention to the eyelash line, coating it until her
lids were practically glued closed by a double layer of slowly drying cum.

   Cori loved it.  She loved everything about this, including the feel as
Ty put the inflating dildo back inside her.  She loved it when he put a
cold beer can against her nipples, making them harden and ache.  She loved
it when he turned the TV way down so she could hear him tell the pizza guy
to come downstairs and he'd give him his money.  She loved hearing the
pizza guy saying "Oh my God!" and the fact that Ty let him take pictures of
her with his cell phone.  She loved it when Ty finally wiped the cum off
her eyes so she could see him straddle her face and make her munch on his
balls while he watched the game and ate pizza.

   She loved it when he wrapped a long strand of melted cheese around the
head of his cock, along the underside of his shaft and tucked it into his
asshole.  Then he fed it to her.  She started by licking it off the head of
his cock, then he fed her his shaft, his balls, and finally his ass.  She
jabbed her tongue inside him, hooked the end of the cheese around her
tongue and slurped it into her mouth.

   She loved it when he jerked off on one of the pieces of pizza, then fed
it to her.  And she loved it when he sat down between her legs and ate her
pussy until she came again.

   Other than his dirty commentary when he fucked her, there was no
dialogue between them.  Unless his cock or balls were in her mouth, the
ball gag was there.  It was obvious his plan for her was to be seen and
fucked, but not heard from.  Fine with Cori.  This game was fun as hell. 
It wasn't even halftime, and she already had three orgasms and was sure
more were on the way.  Her body was getting stiff - particularly her arms
and legs - and her back ached.  The table was softer with the blanket, but
still pretty hard.  She didn't so much want to not be bound as she wanted
to be put in another position.  But Ty seemed perfectly content with the
way he had her.  Cori knew, though, that sooner or later he'd want her ass
and to do that he'd have to make at least a few adjustments.

   "You must be thirsty, bitch," Ty said.  He stood over her, dipped his
cock in a mug of cold beer and hung it over her mouth, letting it drizzle
onto her lips.  Then he dipped it in her mouth and she sucked the beer off
him.  He continued this about a dozen times until his cock was fully hard.
He mercifully undid the chains on her ankles, but her other bonds remained
as he simply slid her up the table until the backs of her thighs were on
the table and her head was hanging over it.  Her arms wee still bound to
her thighs and the belly chain still held her to the table.  Her tits were
still connected to her choker and her choker was still connected to the
table leg, though it now had much more slack.  This was key as Ty knelt by
her face and pointed his cock at her mouth.

   He plugged her mouth with his cock, fucking her face.  He held the back
of her head as his cock threatened to punch a hole through the back of her
skull.  As his cock forced her head back, the chains linking her tits and
choker were strained and she felt her nipples being stretched
uncomfortably, then painfully.  He cupped the undersides of her breasts,
squeezing them but providing no relief for her tortured nipples.

   He mashed his balls against her nose and, with his cock clogging her
throat, she struggled to breathe.  Nonetheless, she kept her lips and
tongue working on his cock and even snorted through her nose, wondering if
the warm air would feel good on his ball sac.  Apparently, it did, as she
felt him jerk, then cum, his cock pouring a impressively large load into
the back of throat.  Like drinking a glass of water upside down, it
threatened to cum out her nose.  Ty anticipated the problem and pinched her
nose shut while she swallowed rapidly, trying to send the creamy load into
her gullet.  When he finally let her up, she raised her head as far as her
bonds would allow and coughed and sputtered but never lost a drop of
precious jism, managing to swallow it all.  A second later, the ball gag
was back in her mouth.

   Ty still hadn't asked about who did this.  Cori wondered if he already
knew somehow.  She wondered, too, what all had been in the basket and if
Waters had left some sort of note.  Maybe that's why Ty wasn't asking
questions.  Whatever the case, he sure wasn't angry.  He was having the
night of his life and it wasn't too bad from Cori's view so far either. 
She really was getting tired of being bound this way, though, and her
nipples were aching now after the extreme tugging they had just taken.  Her
pussy ached, too.  That damned expanding dildo was putting even her cunt to
the test and her pussy muscles were starting to fatigue.

   Whether Ty sensed this or was just ready for a change himself, Cori
didn't know, but Ty removed the dildo and undid the belly chain as well as
the bonds between her arms and legs, her tits and neck and her neck and the
table.  Cori felt relief as he helped her up, the ball gag the only piece
of bondage still in place.  She stretched sensually, her eyes looking at Ty
for approval or direction.  He said nothing, but watched her intently, his
eyes drinking in her amazing body with a hunger like he had never seen her
naked before.

   He put his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet as he removed
her gag and gave her a beer.  She drank, surprised at how thirsty she was,
and ate a piece of pizza.  She sat next to him on the couch, watching the
game, his arm around her waist, groping her ass and tits and stroking her
thighs.  When she finished the pizza and beer, he put the gag back in her
mouth.  "Do the splits on the table, facing the TV," Ty told her as he
pulled the blanket off and threw it aside.  Cori climbed on the table and
did the splits, pressing her pussy against the cool table top.

   Ty wrapped one of the white scarves around her left ankle and then tied
the other end to the loop at the end of the chain on the end table.  The
right ankle was similarly tied to the heavy pot.  She was spread wide and
would stay that way for a while.  He tied the loops on the ends of the
white silk sleeves together, pinning her hands behind her back.  "Hmm,
nice, but I can't see the game," Ty said.  He pushed on the back of her
head and gently pressed until her forehead was touching the table.  Cori's
flexibility was certainly on display now, a skill that she knew Ty
appreciated as much or more than anyone.

   Ty took the chain that had been looped through her naval ring and around
the table before and looped it through the ring in her choker, holding her
head down against the table and mashing her tits into the hard surface as
well.  Now, from his seat on the couch, Ty could watch the game with an
unobstructed view and her completely exposed ass and pussy only inches
away. Cori knew he would fuck her ass this way.  She felt him pull out her
butt plug and expected his cock to replace it, but it didn't yet.  First,
he poured some sort of oil between her cheeks and worked it inside her ass,
getting her well lubed for him.

   From the sounds on the TV, Cori gathered that the game was close and
nearly over.  She knew Ty's favorite team had just gotten the ball back and
needed a touchdown to win.  Maybe he would watch the rest of the game
before he fucked her again.  Just as that thought entered her brain, Ty's
cock entered her ass.

   "OK, bitch," he grunted, "here's how it goes.  They need to go 85 yards
to win the game.  Every yard they get is a stroke from my cock.  If they
lose yards, you get spanked one time for each yard lost.  In between plays
and during timeouts, I'm gonna fuck your cunt."

   Cori hoped there would be a lot of timeouts so he could fuck her pussy
and she could cum again.

   "Here we go, first and 10," Ty said.  "Nice.  Gain of six yards.  Here
you go." He poked her ass with six hard thrusts, then sunk his cock in her
pussy while they huddled up for the next play.

   "Second and four," he said.  "Good, three more yards." He put his cock
back in her ass and gave her three hard strokes, then put it back in her
pussy.  Cori's flexible body was being pushed to its limits, her legs
spread to their maximum, her body bent at the waist and pinned to the
table, his hand on the back of her head, unnecessarily pushing her down
while her pussy and ass were alternately being stretched by Ty's sizeable
member.

   "Third and one," Ty said, fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes that
Cori was really enjoying.  "Shit, loss of four!"

   He pulled out of her pussy and slapped her ass hard, twice on each
cheek, before stuffing his cock back into her cunt.  "Fourth and five,
slut," he said.  "We need a big play here.  Yes!  25 yards!  First down!"

   His dick entered her ass and he put both hands on the back of her head
as he hammered into her faster and harder than at any point that night so
far, counting each thrust until he reached 25.

   The frantic pace continued inside her pussy until Ty said, "Oh,
timeout." He slowed, Cori guessed, because he didn't want to cum yet.  But
she wanted to cum and his pounding cock was doing the trick.  Still, the
slow thrusts he was now using during the commercials were keeping her
warmed up and ready and she just hoped for one more good flurry to get her
over the edge.

   Gains of eight, four and 12 yards gave Cori's ass a good workout and set
up Ty's team only about 30 yards from the winning score.  "Two minute
warning," Ty said.  "Time to make you cum, bitch." He put his cock back in
her pussy and hammered it as fast and hard as he had been going moments
earlier.  Cori felt herself leap from hot to boiling and could have sworn
she stars as she came once more.  "You're welcome, slut," Ty said as he
slowed back down.

   "From here on out, my cock doesn't leave your ass.  Four yards," he
grunted, shoving into her with four hard thrusts.  But his thrusts didn't
stop now, even between plays or during timeouts.  He was reaming her out
thoroughly now.  When his team scored to take the lead with only a few
seconds left, he let out a victorious yell and gave her ass and playful
slap, but his cock kept pounding.

   Even when the game was over and they were interviewing the winning
coaches and players, he just kept reaming her out.  She thought he had to
run out of energy or cum soon, but his cock stayed hard as ever and his
thrusts never lost their power.  Ty was in great shape and it was showing
now, just as Cori's endurance and flexibility were also being tested.

   Even after the lube had run out and only Ty's precum was lubing her, he
still kept humping her.  Cori figured she had been bound for over four
hours now and Ty was showing no signs of letting up.  She was tired and
sore and yet she continued to accept the pounding he was giving her, happy
to be serving her man any way she could.  Finally, a full twenty minutes
after the game was over, he came inside her ass.

   She thought he would let her up now, but instead she realized he was on
the phone.

   "Yeah, just wanted to thank you," Ty was saying.  "Oh yeah, perfect. 
Great game too.  Yeah, she's still tied up.  Thought you might want to see
and, you know, take a turn yourself.  I've been fucking her for three hours
straight.  I need a break.  Sure.  Door's open, come on in."

   Who could he be talking to?  Cori wondered if one of his fishing buddies
was coming over.  Or all of them.  Or if Jordan was on her way.  But why
had he said "thank you" and "still tied up?" Then it hit her.  He was
inviting Waters over and this time the old man was being given permission
for more than a couple of licks from her tongue and a hand job.  He was
going to get to fuck her.  Cori's pussy tingled at the thought.  One more
cock before the night was over sounded just about right to her.

   A few minutes later, Ty and Waters were sitting on the couch, talking
about her like she wasn't even there, swapping stories of coeds and cunts
as they sipped on their beers.  Waters told Ty all about Cori's teasing
performances from the past few days and Ty told Waters all about the last
three hours and just exactly what he had done to her and how it had felt.

   An old white man and a young black stud were like old buddies, their
common bond a hot young blonde who had the desire and ability to be a dream
come true for them both.

   Waters, whose position as a bank president landed him on the
university's board of trustees, told about his relationship with the
university afforded him the opportunity to hand select new hires for his
for his bank.  He always selected two per semester - one based on their
ability, male or female, and one based solely on looks.  He figured this
would help avoid suspicion.  Then, he invariably figured out someway to get
the hot one in bed.

   "Most of the time, I assigned the hot one to handle the phones and
filing while my secretary was on break," Waters said.  "But a lot of times
they had to work as tellers and do other entry-level stuff.

   "The best one was this blonde whose tits were a whole lot bigger than
her brain," Waters continued, idly stroking his semi-hard cock.  "One
night, due to a family emergency for one of our managers and scheduling
mess-up, she ended up closing the bank by herself.  She did fine, but when
I heard about it, I knew I had a chance for some fun.  It only took me
about ten minutes to convince her that she had forgotten to lock the door
and turn on the alarm and that we had been robbed in the middle of the
night.  She was so sure I was going to turn her into the police or fire her
or get her expelled or tell her parents who were buying her a new car for
doing so well in school that she was willing to do anything to make it up.
I turned her into my own private sperm bank and made deposits every day for
a whole semester.  I would have figured out a way to keep her around, but
she had just finished sucking me off behind a tree at the company picnic
when fucking Hollister got up and started talking about how we had gone
over a year without a robbery.  It took her a few minutes, but she finally
figured out I had been lying to her and that was that.  I did give her an
`A' for her internship grade, so I think we both got what we wanted."

   "That's awesome," Ty said.  "But you know, Cori would never fall for
something like that."

   "Oh, I know," Waters said.  "She's as smart as she is pretty.  That's
clear.  That's what's so impressive about her.  She's not just another
tight ass with big tits.  You've got yourself a one-of-a-kind girl here,
especially since she's sexy as hell, too."

   "She thinks like a man better than any woman I've ever met," Ty said. 
"She knows how to please me and what I want every time.  Like tonight, I
told her wear something sexy for me and look what she gives me - with your
help of course.  Amazing."

   "Well, I sure am ready to fuck that little pussy of hers, but I don't
think I can kneel down there like that for very long - my knees aren't what
they used to be."

   "No problem," Ty said.  "I have a good way to make that work."

   Ty untied Cori from the coffee table and she stood up, stretching her
legs.  She still had the ball gag in her mouth and her hands were still
bound behind her back.  Ty quickly pushed the table out of the way and
shoved the couch into place.  "Have a seat," he said.

   Waters sat on the couch, then Ty had Cori do the splits on his lap.  He
rebound her legs to the pot and end table so they would stay opened wide.
Waters put his hands on Cori's hips and pushed her pussy down onto his
cock. Her tits were in his face and her warm cunt wrapped tightly around
his shaft.

   Waters filled his mouth with Cori's tits and nipples, slobbering and
sucking on them while he kept his hands on her waist and raised and lowered
her on his cock.

   "Man, it's been a long time since I had something like this," Waters
said.

   "Sounds like you've had plenty of hot coeds," Ty said.

   "Yeah, but not for a long time," Waters said.  "Guess insisting on
20-year-olds is fine when you're 30 or even 40, but at my age, it just
leaves you lonely and horny.  Thank goodness you guys moved in."

   "Nobody cures horny better than Cori," Ty said.  Waters was picking up
the pace now, trying to lift Cori up and down faster.  Ty untied Cori's
hands so she could help, pushing on Waters' shoulders.

   "Can you take the ball gag off?" Waters asked.  Ty did and Cori, as she
often did, sensed what Waters wanted.  She buried her head against his
shoulder and cheek, nuzzling his neck and ears, moaning and whimpering
softly in his ear, not saying anything, but telling him exactly what he
wanted to hear.  He wanted to hear her pant and moan - not screaming, but
soft, sweet sounds of ecstasy.  He wanted to feel her lips on his skin and
her warm breath in his ear.  She nibbled on his ear lobe and squeezed his
cock with her pussy.  He put both hands on her ass and squeezed tightly as
he pulled her up and down, shooting his cum deep into her wet snatch.

   Afterward, Cori sat naked in between the two men on the couch and they
drank beer and ate cold pizza and talked.  Waters asked Cori about her
school plans and career plans and Cori told him about her current job -
minus the fucking - and her desire to ultimately use her brain more than
her body to succeed.

   "Admirable," Waters said.  "Most girls who look like you are content to
be hot and either fuck their way to the top, make money in the adult
industry or marry a rich guy."

   "Well, I can't say I haven't done some of those things," Cori said.

   "Well, nothing wrong with using what you have to work with and doing
what you're good at," Waters said.  "Are you on any kind of scholarship at
BJU?  If not, a friend of mine is pretty high up over there and has an eye
for the coeds like I do.  If you're willing to do some extra work for him,
he might be able to help you financially.  His name's Harris."

   Cori and Ty both laughed.  There was no reason to keep the secret any
more from Waters, so they told him about Cori's deal with Harris.

   "I taught him well," Waters said proudly.  "I used to tell him that coed
pussy was always available, he just had to know how to get it without
getting in a mess.  But this setup beats anything I ever came up with. 
Good for him and you two.  No one's getting hurt, right?  You're smart
enough that you deserve to be here and you're certainly earning your way. I
assume Ty is a good employee and I know he does a good job of taking care
of you.  I'm sure Harris is getting to have some fun and enjoy some perks
for his work and service and you will no doubt help him bring in a lot more
money to the university.  Seems to me everyone wins, including me, since I
at least get to see you and have some fun from time to time.  Don't worry,
I understand that Harris and Ty and work and school come first, but if you
would just drop by now and then or jog in my yard or sunbathe where I could
see you from my window, that will be fine."

   "I can always make time for one more," Cori said.  "Besides, you're fun
to be around, you dirty old man.  I think Harris knew I'd like you and
that's why he sent me knocking on your door in the first place."

   "I guess I owe him one," Waters nodded.  "Well, I know you have to work
tomorrow and it's very late and you have to be exhausted, so I'm going to
go on home.  Thank you both for a great evening."

   Cori and Ty fell asleep on the couch in Club Cori.