Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. THE HARD BODY CLERK'S NEW BEGINNING BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER THREE: CALIFORNIA CREAMIN' Norm woke up with his step-daughter knocking on the door and entering his room. He had another hard-on and thought Cori might offer to take care of it for him again, but she pretended not to notice. Wow, Cori, thought to herself, for a guy in his condition, he sure isn't having any problems sexually. She thought about offering another handjob, but thought better of it. She wasn't sure how he felt about their relationship and didn't want to make him feel awkward. For her part, a little handjob now and then was no big deal if it would help him feel better. It could be relaxing for him. But if it made him nervous considering her age and their relationship, then that could adversely affect his health. Better to take it slow and offer only if the erections persisted. Cori was wearing a little pink and white terry cloth robe that matched the outfit she had on last night. Norm was pretty sure she had nothing on underneath it even though the robe barely covered her tits and was so short that it stopped just past her ass cheeks. She bent over a bit as she made his bed after helping him into his chair and he saw that he was wrong. While he was certain she was wearing no bra, he now saw that she had on a pair of white bikini panties that contrasted perfectly with the nicely tanned skin of her ass. After breakfast, Cori took a shower in the only full bathroom in the house - the one in Norm's bedroom. The shower was a stand alone unit with a marbled glass door on it. Norm heard the water running and pictured Cori stepping in, her nude body all wet, soft and firm, round and flat in all the right places. He imagined the water running over her breasts, between her thighs, over her ass, down those long legs. If the real picture was half as good as the one in his head, he had to see it. He wheeled his chair over to the door and opened it just a crack, counting on the sound of the water and the fact that anyone turned to face the water would have their back to the door to prevent any detection. He peered through the small crack and saw that Cori was indeed turned away from the door. She didn't know he was watching. The marbled glass made it hard to see anything clearly, but gave him enough of a look to know that he wanted to see more. He thought of a plan. It was deceitful and mean, but he was sure it would work. He went back to the hallway outside the bedroom and lowered himself to the floor, pushing his chair a few feet away. As soon as he heard the water stop running, he started yelling, "Cori, help! Hey, Cori!" "What's the matter?" Cori's yelled, concerned. "I fell!" "I'm coming! Are you all right?" As he predicted, she hadn't taken time to dry off, let alone put on any clothes. She came sprinting out of the bathroom, her skin still glistening, water dripping off her golden body. It was hard for him not to smile at the sight, but he had to pretend to be hurt as he lay there. She rushed to his side. "Are you all right? What happened?" She put her hands on his side, touching him gently, not wanting to hurt him. Her breasts hung over him, water dripping from her long nipples. For the first time, he could see her pussy. It was beautiful! Mostly shaven, she had a neatly trimmed patch of golden hair on her mound leading to what appeared to be an utterly edible pair of pink pussy lips. Norm had to be careful not to look for more than a second or two as she hovered over him. "I'm fine," he grunted. "I think. I thought I could walk a little. Guess I was wrong." "I guess so!" Cori laughed, relieved that he seemed to be unhurt. "Let me help you get back in the chair. Hold still and I'll bring it over." She stood up and he looked up just in time to get a great view of her pussy. It looked so soft and inviting! She hurried back with the chair and helped him back in, paying no attention to his erection. She was so concerned with his safety, she never gave it a second thought. "Thank you," he sighed. "I'm so sorry." "Don't be sorry," she said. "I'm just glad you're OK. Guess you're going to have to start listening to me and let me do things around here. You're going to get better, but don't rush it, OK?" "OK," he said. He hung his head as if ashamed, but actually he was watching a drop of water as it ran down her flat stomach, over that golden mound and right between her pussy lips. He wondered if she felt it tickle as it slid over her clit. He took a last glance before she retrieved her robe and put it back on. "All right," she said. "If you're OK, I'm going to get dressed. Then we can get started on some of those projects you had." "Actually," Norm said, his chest tightening, knowing his next words could make Cori mad or wary of his intentions, "could I pick something out for you to wear?" "You really want to?" Cori asked. "Why?" "I, well," he stumbled, then, angered at her for asking the question, blurted, "because I'm 62 years old and I deserve a little something good in my life. If that's getting to look at you in some skimpy clothes, well, that doesn't seem like to much to ask for someone who's been a good person, an honest businessman and has always had women leave me for jerks. I know it's wrong with you being so sweet and my step-daughter and 40 years younger than me. You're just here to help. But dammit, I want to have some fun. And I think I deserve it. And since you obviously didn't mind dressing that way for those guys you worked with, well, I thought maybe you would dress that way for me. But I guess that was too much to ask. Why don't you just take that little ass of yours and go back home? I've got nothing much left to live for anyway, so let me die in peace." "Hey," Cori said quickly, holding up her hands. "Slow down. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I'm sorry. I just wanted to be sure we had everything out in the open, here. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I'm here to help in any way I can. I'm sorry my mom and other women treated you wrong; you deserve better. I can't change that, but I will do my best to make you happy, within reason. I think we should draw the line at what we did last night, but if that helps, I'll do that for you any time. You have a lot to live for and we can find you a woman who will see what a good man you are. Your business will get back on track. You'll see." "Well," Norm shook his head, looking away, delighted at Cori's response but pretending to still be angry. "Come on," Cori pleaded. "Help me pick something out to wear." She took his hand and helped him out of the chair, putting his arm around her waist to lean on her for support. She walked him slowly into her bedroom and eased him onto the edge of the bed facing her closet. "OK," she said, smiling at him and opening the door. "Anything particular you had in mind? Dresses? Skirts? Shorts? Tube tops? Halter tops? Swimsuits? Lingerie? I've got just about everything in here." "Wow," Norm said, nodding his head and unable to hide his smile. "They sure did buy you a lot of stuff. Well, I like fishnets and mesh stuff. You got anything like that?" "All types," Cori smiled. "How about something like this? She pulled out an orange mesh top with matching orange hot pants. It would look hot, but the mesh was tight and not too revealing. At least her nipples wouldn't poke through any holes. "Nice," Norm nodded. "How about that one?" Cori followed his finger to a light blue fishnet outfit with a tiny skirt that was far more risqué. She hesitated, then reached for it. "This one?" "Yeah, I'd like to see that one." "OK," Cori said. "What else?" "Got heels?" "Of course." "Then put all that on and let me see." "What about a tube top under the top?" Cori suggested, knowing her breasts wouldn't be covered at all by the inch-wide openings in the fishnet. "No, I don't think so," Norm gave her a devilish grin. "It's hot here, you know, better if you let things air out." "I see," Cori smiled. "All right. Well, let me help you back out to the living room and ..." "No, I'll watch," Norm said. It was a statement, not a question. He sensed he had a bit of an upper hand and he wanted to set the standard as high as possible while Cori was still reeling from his outburst. Once she had time to think things through, she might draw the line somewhere else. But if could establish precedent now, the fashion show, dressing and undressing could be a featured part of every day. From Cori's perspective, it wasn't that big of a request. He'd already seen her naked a few minutes ago and he was going to see her half-naked all the time, now. So, she just shook her head and smiled, undoing her robe and tossing it on to the bed. She picked up the thong first and quickly pulled it up her long legs, pulling it into place between her ass cheeks and carefully placing it over her pussy. She looked at Norm and saw him staring intently at her crotch, taking in every delicious detail. She turned, letting him get a nice view of the backside as she stepped into the tiny blue skirt. The skirt was not fishnet. It was made of light cotton and was cut into two small rectangular panels that served more as loin cloths than a skirt. One panel covered about half of her ass and the other dangled teasingly over her pussy. Both attached to a narrow waist band that she pulled up to the top of her ass crack. It was a light, flimsy piece of clothing that served strictly to tease and entice rather than to actually conceal anything. With every turn or move, the little flaps would flip up, revealing glimpses of her bare skin and thong. On the sides, her legs were bare all the way to the waist band, offering a nice profile of her curved ass and firm thighs. If someone wanted to, say, cop a feel of her ass, he'd have the option of going under the skirt or right through the side. It was a garment designed for easy access. Cori then put on top. It was cut like a crop top with straps over her shoulders and around the back. It hung fairly loosely with the netting wrapping around her breasts, conforming to their shape. It extended only about a half an inch past her nipples, which poked right through the wide openings. Cori attempted to position some of the fabric over her nipples, but it was no use. The strands of fabric were far too thin, the openings were far too wide and, the looseness of the top prevented it from staying in place. No matter what she did, her nipples would be exposed. "Outstanding," Norm said as she twirled, letting him get the full picture. "Now just add the heels and I think that will do it." Cori bent over to dig in her closet, looking for her shoes while Norm looked at the perfect picture of her ass and pussy. "I can't find my blue ones," Cori said. "Will these work?" She held up a pair of clear stilettos and Norm just nodded his approval. She put them on and walked back and forth across the room, modeling for him. "That will work," Norm smiled. "I haven't seen too much of that smile since I've been here," Cori smiled back. "But I like to see it. Now, where should we start? Cleaning? Bills? Errands? Remember, we need to do your exercises twice a day." "Well, I've got a little extra energy I need to burn off right now," Norm said, nodding toward his erect penis, "so, why don't we do some exercises, then maybe sit down and take a look at the bills." "Sounds good," Cori said. "Now, they showed me what you've been doing, but said we could try some other things so long as it got you up and moving. We just need to work on that right arm and leg. Everything else seems to be working pretty good." She glanced at his crotch, then winked at him, stepping forward to help him out of the bed. She guided him to the living room, helping him to the couch. She put a five-pound weight in his left hand and they started doing curls. He had no problem with his left hand, but on the right side he could only bring his arm up about half way. Cori helped him the rest of the way, completing the curling motion. "That's good," Cori said, encouraging him. But she could tell he was getting angry. She remembered that Norm was one of those guys who seldom got angry, but when he did, it came on fast and was intense. The doctors had warned her to watch his stress level, which was part of the reason she had been hesitant at first to be sexual with him. But seeing his need for relief before the handjob last night, she knew that had been a stress reliever instead of a stress inducer. Anger, on the other hand, was not. Encouragement didn't seem to be helping, especially when he showed that he had even less strength and movement in his right leg. She saw his face turning red, his determined grimace turning to a frown. Thinking quickly, Cori turned to the only thing that had brought him happiness since she'd been here - her body. "Here, let's try this," Cori said. She stood up in front of him, her back to him. She bent over at the waist and picked up his right foot. Slowly, she raised it up and down. She was straddling his right leg and remained bent over as she counted the reps. "We'll do three sets of 10," Cori said. It was a good thing Norm wasn't being relied on to count. His mind was elsewhere, lost in the valley between her legs, his mind picturing her thong being pulled away, her pussy lips spread, his cock penetrating her over and over again. His anger shrank as his cock grew. Emboldened by their previous discussion, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed a handful of her ass cheek. Cori stood up and turned around quickly, acting surprised, but she only smiled when she saw Norm grinning back at her. There was no sign of anger any more. Ahh, the power of pussy, Cori thought. Then she had an idea. "All right, tough guy," she taunted. "If you think that's fun, let's see you do it with your right hand." "Why should I when I can do it with my left?" Norm challenged. "What's the incentive?" "What do you want it to be?" "I get to put one finger inside you with my left hand for every time I can touch you with my right." "Inside me?" Cori asked. "I don't know, Pap. I think that's going past our line, don't you?" "Fuck the line," Norm said. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had my hands on a pussy? Especially a 22-year-old pussy? Stop being a tease and let me touch it. The faster I get better, the faster you go home. It's a win-win." Cori wasn't crazy about the idea, but she was willing to do anything to help him get better. If letting him dip his fingers a few times would give him the incentive he needed, it seemed like an odd but small price to pay. "OK," Cori grinned. "You're on old man. Personally, I don't think you can do it anyway, so I think you're going to have to be satisfied with looking, because you won't be getting your hands on this pussy today." She taunted him, smiling and rubbing her hand between her legs for added effect. "You little tease," Norm sneered. "Bend over and give me a target." Cori resumed her position, straddling his leg and helping him with his leg lifts. She locked her knees and bent over a little farther than before, making sure her ass was high in the air, her pussy waving in front of his face. She kept looking back, for two reasons. One, to keep teasing him with her come-hither looks and, two, to make sure he didn't cheat and use his left arm to lift his right. But Norm's efforts were honest and inspired. It was slow and painful as he grunted and tried to focus his thoughts on his reluctant arm rather than her apparently very willing pussy. Slowly, he willed his arm toward her waiting ass, extending his fingers to the fullest, hoping for even the slightest touch of her delicate skin. He yelled triumphantly when he finally put his right hand on her ass cheek. The numbness in his hand prevented him from fully appreciating the soft warmth of her finely shaped ass and he couldn't clench his fist to get a good squeeze, but the primary objective had been achieved. Cori jumped up and cheered as he slowly lowered his arm, grinning broadly as he watched her tits bounce up and down. "You better bend back over," he leered, "because I'm going for two, now!" "No way," Cori teased. "You can't do two! You better be happy with what you got. Which finger do you want to get wet?" The suggestion of her wetness caused yet another surge in his pants and Norm's right arm jerked a couple of inches back up again. The second time was actually easier than the first, but number three was a struggle and he was exhausted after that. "Three's great!" Cori squealed, giving him a hug. "When do you want your reward?" "Right now," he said, focusing his eyes between her legs. "Is it wet?" "A little," Cori confessed. She didn't tell him that she was pretty much always wet, always ready. Ever since her days at the Hard Body Shop, her body had seemingly adapted to its call as a round-the-clock sex object. She might be called upon to perform at any time, so her body had conditioned itself to be ready at all times. Her sensitive nipples were almost always at least half-erect and her pussy was perpetually warm and moist. She couldn't explain it, she just knew that was the case. "Got ya all wet just thinking about it, didn't it?" Norm teased. "You sure aren't a prude like your mother, are you Kitten? I don't think her pussy got wet once during our marriage. She was always stone cold. Show me how hot you are." Cori sat down next to him on the couch and lay back against arm rest, putting one foot on the back of the couch and the other on the floor. She lifted the front flap of her skirt so that only a tiny strip of cloth now separated her pussy from her step-father's hand. She was spread wide for him, presenting his well-earned prize. "Hot damn," Norm muttered under his breath, trying to soak in every detail before giving in to his urge to finger-fuck his step-daughter. He gently ran his left hand up the inside of her thigh then cupped her pussy, immediately feeling its warmth against his palm. How long had it been since he'd had his hands on a pussy like this? Hell, he'd never had his hands on a pussy like this, he told himself. He grabbed the thong and immediately pulled it away from her body, getting a good look at the treasure barely hidden beneath. Her pussy was pink and plump and moist. He wanted to taste it, then fuck the ever-loving shit out of it. He could do neither. Not yet. Instead, he let the thong snap back down and then he pulled it up, forcing it to rub across her clit as it dug between her lips. She rocked her hips in response, letting her clit be stimulated by the thong. He looked up and saw that her eyes were closed. She was leaning back, enjoying it. Reward, hell, he thought, she wanted this all along. He tore the thong to the side and cupped her pussy again, this time completely unobstructed. He squeezed it, half expecting juice to squirt out of that hot little peach. He used his fingers to splay her lips apart and took a look at that delicious opening and her budding clit. "Wow," he said. "Gorgeous." "Thanks," she whispered back. He couldn't wait any longer, poking his index finger into her, finding her to be even warmer and wetter than expected. Her pussy welcomed his finger, squeezing tight around it while at the same time seeming to pull it further into her. This was just too good for only one finger to enjoy, so Norm added his middle and ring fingers to the party, pushing them all the way inside her, then spreading them out, exploring her thoroughly. She moaned a little and he looked up to see his step-daughter with her head back, her lips parted, her nostrils flaring slightly. Impossibly, her nipples were longer and harder than before. She's getting off on this, he thought. Rather than risk her feeling guilty or changing her mind, Norm remained quiet, simply focusing on the task at hand, which, in this case, was finger-fucking her until she came. Man, how he wanted to see her cum. He continued rubbing and penetrating her pussy, feeling the temperature rise and the watching the fluids begin to ooze out of her. She started lifting her hips a bit, humping up and down, urging him to finger-bang her. He realized there was no reason to stop at three fingers now, so he added a fourth. When she just moaned and squealed instead of protesting, he decided to go all the way. His full hand worked inside her until her pussy snapped shut around his wrist. What an amazing feeling! Her cunt had kidnapped his hand and wasn't going to give it back until it was done using it. So he kept pushing and poking and fist-fucking her, giving it to her harder and deeper as her moans grew louder and louder. Cori couldn't believe this was happening. How could she let this happen? How could she be getting off on this? Was she really that horny? I guess when you fuck and cum several times a day, she thought, this is the result. She didn't know the reason and didn't care. She needed this. She needed to cum. She needed his fingers, his hand, hell - his whole fucking arm - to fill her up and get her off. She didn't care about the taboo relationship or what he might think of her. She just wanted to cream. And she did. Again and again. And Again. It was a triple climax as powerful as Cori could remember. Certainly she had been fucked better many times, but for whatever reason, she had one of the best orgasms she ever had. She lay panting, basking in the feeling even after Norm pulled his dripping hand out of her. She heard him chuckling and was glad he had enjoyed it too. She should have been embarrassed to cum so hard, so fast in front of him like that, but for some reason she wasn't. She gave guys 10 times the pleasure she received from them, so if a good handjob got her off, she deserved it, even if it was at the hand of her step-father who was 40 years her senior. She sat up after a few minutes, not at all surprised to see Norm with his hard cock in his hand, lightly rubbing it. "Guess the least I can do is return the favor, huh?" Cori said. She pushed him back on the couch and sat between his legs, holding his cock in her hand. "Just lay back, relax and enjoy it like I did," Cori said sweetly. He had a bit of pre-cum on his cock, but not enough for proper lubrication. "We need some lube," Cori said, looking around. "There's some lotion over ...." Norm turned to point, but stopped suddenly when he felt Cori supplying her own lube. He looked down and saw his gorgeous step-daughter hunched over his cock, gently licking up and down his shaft with her tongue, coating it with saliva. She never sucked his cock in her mouth, but Norm's cock twitched at the touch of her soft tongue and he waited breathlessly, hoping she'd go all the way down on him. To his dismay, she stopped and used her saliva to resume the handjob. She didn't say a word or acknowledge what she had just done. Norm appreciated it, but he was also frustrated. What a little tease! She could lick him but not suck him? Well, maybe some other time. For now, his cock was rock hard and her stroke was perfect. He laid back but instead of closing his eyes, he focused squarely on Cori's jiggling tits with those hard nipples poking through the netted top. Surprisingly, he held off for several minutes and soon Cori needed to supply some more lube. "Better add a little more spit," Cori smiled, leaning over. Norm saw his chance. He grabbed her by the back of her head with his good left hand and pushed her face toward his crotch. "What..." Cori asked, but before she could say anymore, her mouth was filled with his cock. "No more teasing, Kitten," Norm scolded. "If you can lick it, you can suck it. Blow me, you little slut." Cori put up no resistance, but Norm held her firm nonetheless, grabbing a handful of her lovely golden hair to make sure she didn't try to twist away. Cori did anything but. She was surprised by Norm's bold, dominant move, but this was hardly an unusual situation for her and she had no trouble blocking everything out and focusing on her task - giving the absolute best blowjob she could. Sucking cock was actually a source of pride for Cori. She knew she was good at it and she liked to practice and perfect her techniques. She knew to guys, there was probably no such thing as a bad blowjob, but it was easy to tell from their reactions that hers were better than most. She attributed that to the fact that she was willing to use her mouth any way possible to provide pleasure. She deep-throated and gagged if that's what turned them on, she made her tongue move like a Riverdancer's legs if that's what they wanted, she poked cocks against the inside of her cheeks or slapped them against her soft lips if it made them happy, she sucked hard enough on both cock and balls to make her cheeks hollow out as if drawing an extremely thick milkshake through a straw. She had perfected each technique, which made her a great all-around cocksucker. Add to that the fact that she would willingly catch any load on her face or in her hair or swallow every drop like a kitten lapping up milk and she provided the ultimate blowjob experience for every man lucky enough to experience her talents. She put all this expertise, skill and desire to please into her work now, trying a little bit of everything to see what Norm liked the most. Responding to his aggressive hold, she began by deep-throating him, feeling the soft head of his cock rub against the back of her throat. He moaned and humped his hips, thrusting powerfully for a man of his age and condition. He tired quickly, though, and when he relaxed, Cori backed off and began applying her tongue-twister techniques to his rigid shaft while she bobbed her head up and down on him. Norm had never felt anything so good. He'd had a few blowjobs in his day, of course, but they were never this good. Usually it was a lot of sucking on the head and jerking with the hand. But Cori, his own sweet step-daughter, was displaying skills that hinted at more than a little practice. She wasn't using her hands - it was all lips and mouth and throat - and her ability to tease, suck and massage him all at once made it feel almost like his first blowjob. It was amazing. He maintained his grip on her head, watching her golden hair bounce as she bobbed up and down, maintaining a deliberate steady pace. She reminded him of a marathon runner and he suspected that, like a marathoner, she could keep doing this for hours. He wanted to make it last that long, but it was all he could do to make it this far. When she pulled his cock out and slapped it against her tongue while she looked him in the eye, he thought he was going to lose it. When she stuffed him back in her mouth and into the side of her cheek, he did. He saw his cock pushing against her soft cheek and he thrust with all his might as if to puncture a hole in her cheek and drive his cock right through. He loved watching it force her cheek out, making her look like a squirrel storing away nuts for winter. He finally reached his climax and started spurting away. He removed his hand from the back of her head, expecting her to pull back or to at least spit it out. Much to his surprise and delight, she never backed off. She kept sucking. Then swallowing! Then sucking some more. She wasn't dodging it. She wasn't spitting it out. She was ingesting every drop and doing her absolute best to milk his cock for more. What a fantastic slut! As Norm watched Cori lick him dry and clean up every last drop, grinning the whole time, he knew he had her. She was his now to use any way he pleased. He could manipulate her in so many ways now. He could make her feel sorry for him. He could make her feel guilty about her mom. He could shame her by reminding her of her inappropriate dress and slutty actions. Hell, based on what he just saw, he might not have to manipulate her at all any more. She might be begging him to fuck her. All he knew was that he had lots of options and they all resulted in his cock inside Cori. And as long as that was the result, he didn't really care how he got there. But more than fucking Cori, he wanted everyone else to know he was fucking Cori. He wanted the neighbors, his friends, anyone and everyone to see what an amazing babe he had landed. Not only that, but he wanted them to see that she was totally subservient to him, putting all of her considerable resources to use to please him. No shame, no humiliation, nothing could overpower her desire to serve and please him. He wanted so desperately to make that happen. He was sure he could trick her into almost anything now, but taking that next step and making it public, well, that might be a tough task. It's one thing for a girl to act like a slut in the privacy of her home but to do it for all the world to see was another story. Of course, he told himself, Cori had displayed herself every day at her old job. But that was in a small town, same people every day. This was San Diego. Crowds. Traffic. New people coming and going. That meant new reactions every time. How would Cori respond to that? He couldn't wait to find out. All of these thoughts passed rapidly through Norm's head as he enjoyed the lasting high of a powerful orgasm and watched Cori carefully pull his shorts back up, gently tucking his cock inside. Then she stood up and adjusted her thong to cover her pussy, which was still wet and slick from her own orgasm. "That was fantastic, Kitten," Norm said. "Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" Cori was embarrassed, realizing now that her proficiency had probably given away more about her past. If he didn't already know, though, he was surely suspecting something. So, Cori told him. "Well, Pap, please don't judge me, but those guys I worked with ... well, I didn't just dress up sexy for them to bring in customers. I also had dates with them every night." "I see," Pap said, showing no emotion. Yesterday, this news would have angered him. Not now. He saw Cori in a whole new light. She wasn't a young girl who needed a father figure for protection and guidance. She was a young woman with amazing sex appeal who needed to be used for that very purpose as much as possible. He was indebted to the guys at the Hard Body Shop for recognizing that and bringing it out of her. Plus, they had obviously done a fantastic job of teaching her the finer points of cocksucking. He wondered what else they had taught her. "So, you had sex with them every day?" "Yes," Cori said. "And did you just give blowjobs or did you do more." "I did more," Cori admitted. She actually felt good telling him this. It was like there were no secrets between them now. "Pretty much whatever they wanted. I mean, within reason, they never hurt me or made me do something I didn't want to do. I guess that's why I didn't mind, you know. It didn't feel like they were taking advantage of me. It felt like they cared about me, protected me and took care of me. In return, I made them feel good." "Well, Kitten," Norm said. "I'm sure you think I'm mad or disappointed, but I'm not. I'm proud of you for being yourself. You're a very sexy young woman and you've not shied away from that. You've embraced it. And, along the way, you've used it to help you in your career. How could I be mad about that?" "Thanks, Pap!" Cori said, feeling good about herself. "I'm so glad you're not disappointed in me. People always assume I'm a slut. Maybe I am. I mean, I pretty much fit the definition, I guess. But I don't feel like one, you know. I don't let anyone - strangers at least -- treat me like one unless it's in some sort of role play or something like that. Does that make sense?" "It sure does, Kitten," Norm said, grinning. This was getting better by the second. All he had to do was convince her that he didn't think she was a slut and he could make her do almost anything. She wasn't stupid by any means, but she was so sweet, so trusting of those she cared about that she was easy to take advantage of. He should have felt guilty about that, but hell, look at her, how could you not want to take advantage of that body? "You're not a slut, sweetheart. Sorry about calling you one before. I just like dirty talk sometimes, you know." "Oh, I know," Cori said. "I do too. I like being called a slut and a bitch when I'm having sex. It makes it so intense sometimes." "Good, because I can't promise I won't call you those things from time to time," Norm said. "Just know that I love and respect you." "I guess that means this wasn't our last, um, session," Cori giggled. "Hell no," Norm said. "I can't stop now. Stress relief, muscle rehab - what better exercise to get me back on my feet? Now that you know I'm OK with it and I know you aren't creeped out by doing it with your step-dad, I'm ready to have some fun." Cori was thrilled to see him smiling and lively. Seeing that change in his personality, that improvement in his movement, how could she be anything but pleased and proud of what she had done? And if a little sex could keep him happy and on that path to a full recovery, well, it was her duty to provide it. That afternoon, Norm took a nap and Cori tended to the stack of bills, paying everything in full but dismayed that most of her savings were now shot. With more medical bills certainly on the way and Norm's failing business, it was going to be tight very soon. It was a good thing she hadn't wasted money on new clothes. Norm wouldn't have wanted her to wear them anyway, so it was all for the best, she reasoned. She'd have to find out more about his truck stop and how much money they could expect to have coming in. When Norm woke up, Cori said she'd make dinner, but she needed to go to the grocery store to buy some things. "I'll go with you and show you where to go," Norm said. "OK, I better put on something else, don't you think?" As much as Norm wanted to say no and make her flash her tits to San Diego, he knew this outfit went too far. Still, he wanted to make sure she was nicely displayed and insisted on helping her pick out a different outfit. Up until this point, he had focused a lot on her magnificent tits, but the girl had amazing legs and an incredible ass, too. He wanted to make sure whatever outfit he chose made that point loud and clear. Also, there were a lot of big fake boobs bouncing around San Diego, so it wasn't the size of Cori's breasts that he wanted to flaunt as much as the shape, firmness and those terrific nipples. With these thoughts in mind, Norm joined Cori in sifting through her closet. He was turned on by every tiny garment he saw, but it was what appeared to be a simple white sweater that caught his eye. Upon a second look, it wasn't so simple. The material was soft and stretchy, like most sweaters, but unlike a typical sweater, this one was sleeveless and strapless. It would have to be tight and be held up only by her breasts. He liked that idea. "Put this on," he said. It was a subtle change in his tone, but he was no longer asking, he was telling. If Cori noticed, she didn't let on. She started to take off her top and Norm added, "you can go ahead and take off your skirt and thong, too. This is going to be a whole new outfit." Cori stripped completely and put the sweater on over her head. She was glad that he was being sensible about his clothes choices here. While going braless with a strapless, skin tight sweater was hardly modest, this was far removed from the virtual toplessness she had displayed all day. Though sexy, a tight white sweater was certainly an acceptable choice for the supermarket. Norm watched the garment stretch around Cori's curves, happy to see that it was extremely tight and that the shape of not only her breasts, but also her nipples was clearly outlined. He hadn't selected a bottom piece to the outfit, but soon realized he didn't need one. The sweater was actually intended to be a mini-dress and came down about half way on her ass. If it had been the proper size, it probably would have come down past her ass and, though short, would have had the intended fit. But, since this was clearly a couple sizes too small and with Cori's large breasts and round ass challenging the limits of the tiny garment, it was far too short - unless you wanted to show off her ass and legs. Perfect! Man, those guys at the Hard Body Shop really knew what they were doing. While they had often made Cori wear this sweater with nothing underneath, she didn't expect Norm to have the same idea. "So, what do you want me to wear with this? A mini-skirt? Some shorts?" "Nope, just this," Norm said. He held up tiny red thong. "That's it?" Cori frowned. "But this sweater is too short." "That's why you're wearing a thong," Norm grinned. "If it was four inches longer, you wouldn't wear any panties at all." Cori clamped her mouth and put on the thong, a little concerned now about a public appearance in a new city dressed like this. "Now put these on," Norm held out a pair of silky white thigh-high stockings which Cori rolled up her long tan legs, smoothing the elastic tops around her sleek thighs. He gave her a pair of candy-red stilettos next. "See, these match your thong. It's all color coordinated. Got any candy-red lipstick?" Cori did, adding that and then putting her hair in a ponytail at Norm's request. "Fantastic," Norm said, admiring his prize. "You're going to turn some heads, that's for sure." "Thanks," Cori said. "Bend over a second," Norm said. "I want to see how this looks before we put you on display." Cori bent over and Norm watched the sweater ride up as her fleshy tan buns came into full view, split nicely down the middle by the red thong. Her pussy pouch was framed nicely by her tan thighs and the white stockings. He thought about dropping the trip to the supermarket, ordering pizza and just fucking that little pussy right now. But no, he knew he had to pace himself. He had only so much energy at this point and his cock was trying to convince him he was a much younger, healthier man. He'd wait until they got home. Cori drove Norm's SUV to the supermarket. It was an older model with a lot of miles on it. It still ran fine, but the ride was a little rough. Watching Cori's tits jiggle up and down, Norm was glad he hadn't had the shocks replaced. "I bet that sweater's a little hot on a day like this," he said. "Here, I'll let you cool off a bit." He reached over and tugged her top down below her breasts. Cori just laughed and kept both hands on the wheel. Norm then pointed the vents at her and turned the air on full blast. Within seconds, her nipples went from semi-erect to painfully rigid. When they pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket, Cori pulled her top back up over her tits, but the rush of cold air had created exactly the look Norm was looking for. Her headlights, as they say, were on high beam. Cori helped Norm into his wheelchair. She offered to push, but Norm didn't want to miss the show, so he said he'd control it with the motor instead. Riding along just behind her, Norm had an eye-level view of her ass as well as a great vantage point to watch people's reaction to her. Pretty girls dressed in revealing attire wasn't new here, so few did more than glance initially. But it was the second, long, leering looks that told Norm he had achieved the desired effect. They were noticing that Cori was more than just pretty. She was stunning. They were noticing that she had more than nice breasts, they were perfectly shaped and her nipples were sticking up and out as if straining to be freed from their constraints. They were noticing that her sweater was more than sweater and that her ass was hanging out the back. They were noticing that her legs were long, tan and slender. They were noticing that, among all the hot girls around, Cori was simply a little bit hotter. And, he was sure, they were noticing that she was accompanied by a man three times her age. They no doubt assumed the truth which was that he was her father - or step-father - so Norm decided he needed to make it clear that this relationship was very sexual. As they passed by other guys, he would make eye contact and point to her ass and give a thumbs up sign. Or he'd point to her and then his groin and nod with a big grin on his face. Most of the guys just smiled back, nodding, not sure what to think. Some raised their eyebrows with questioning looks as if to say, "Really? You and her?" Norm loved it! After a few minutes in the store, Cori's headlights dimmed slightly. They were still quite noticeable, but Norm wanted them to really stand out. He ushered her to the frozen foods and said. "I think I'd like some ice cream." Cori opened the freezer door to get some, but each time she'd reach for a flavor, he'd stop her and tell her to reach for a different kind. He had her bending over to reach ones on the bottom, then standing on her tiptoes for the ones on top. Every move displayed her body in a different way, showcasing her ass or her legs. A crowd of about half a dozen men were now circling around the area, pretending to be shopping while stealing glances at the perky 22-year-old blonde being shown off by the 62-year-old man in the wheelchair. Norm noticed the crowd and, as Cori would turn away to reach for something else, he'd turn to them and smile, pointing at her bare ass or motioning toward her impressive rack. He was letting them know he was doing this on purpose. A couple of the guys started discreetly snapping pictures or shooting video with their cell phone cameras. One guy - a chubby college student - got particularly close, his mouth agape and Norm motioned for him to come over. Cori started to stand up, but Norm shot her down. "Stay right there, Cori," he said. "Don't stand up or look back until I tell you to." Cori, as was her nature, obeyed. She knew he was up to something, but she trusted him. He wouldn't let her be hurt, so let him show her off if he wanted. "Go ahead and grab it," Norm said to the kid, nodding to Cori's ass. "You know you want to." "Really?" the guy sputtered, his hands trembling. "Yes," Norm said. "She loves it. Go ahead." The guy didn't waste a second, immediately turning and grabbing the hottest ass he'd ever seen. "How's that feel?" Norm asked. "Damn, she's hot!" the kid said. "Her ass is so tight!" "Slap it," Norm said. The guy smacked her ass lightly, watching the buns jiggle. "Now, touch that pussy." The guy looked around nervously, noticing that his fellow gawkers were doing a great job of distracting other shoppers, either blocking their view or engaging them in conversations. He didn't have long, probably, but he had a few seconds. Grabbing the thong in his left hand, he pulled it away from her pussy and ran his fingers along the cleft of her pussy. It was so wet! "Damn," he said, quickly pulling away and turning back around before someone saw him. "She's fucking wet." "Told you she loved it," Norm said. "Thanks, my friend. Cori, turn around and lick your cunt juice off this nice man's fingers, please." Cori, straightened up slowly, surprised that her step-father had taken this extra step. In just a few short hours, the line had moved from handjob to blowjob to public display and now, it seemed, to actually letting other men touch her. This day was getting crazier by the second and Cori realized she had lost control. In her haste and desire to make Norm happy, she had let things go way too far. But there was no turning back now, was there? Try to stop it now and he'd just get angry again, then depressed. And it would be all her fault. What choice did a loving step-daughter have but to live with her mistake and obey her step-father? She stood up, turned around and looked at her finger-buddy for the first time. He just grinned and held up his hand, showing her his moist fingers. Looking around at the crowd of onlookers, Cori gently put his fingers in her mouth and licked her own juices off him. "Imagine that on your cock," Norm said to the guy. "Let me tell you, there's nothing better in the world." "You're a lucky man," the kid said. "Anytime you need a little help, um, satisfying her, you just give me a call." "You betcha," Norm said. Then he turned back to Cori. "I want vanilla." Cori put the ice cream in the buggy. She was back on high beam thanks to the frozen coolers and everyone in the area saw it. Norm just pumped his fist in the air behind her, celebrating his accomplishment. Cori was worried about what had just happened, but calmed herself, telling herself that he was just having fun. He was like a teenage boy, hormones raging, acting silly. He'd been through so much, he deserved to be a little immature, Cori thought. And if he enjoyed the fantasy of showing her off, well, she'd have to suck it up and play along. When a guy asked her which kind of melons to buy, she innocently replied, "The firmer the better." When Norm told her to get some meat from the deli, she coyly asked for "a pound of sausage," careful to emphasize the word sausage and make sure that everyone around her heard her. What she didn't see was Norm sitting behind her, pointing at his crotch and mouthing the words to everyone, "I've got her meat right here!" then raising his left hand and pretending to slap her ass. When two giggly teen boys came up and asked her where the milk was while staring right at her chest, she politely said, "there are some big jugs right over there." She knew this game well and she played it perfectly. It seemed silly to her, men acting like little boys, giggling and laughing as if they were pulling one over on her. But Norm didn't let anyone else touch her, so she thought maybe he was regretting that too. If that was the case, she could put up with the other stuff. It was actually kind of fun to be shown off sometimes when she felt safe and in control. The disapproving looks of some of the other women in the store didn't matter to her so long as she was safe and Norm was happy. And Norm was definitely happy. He loved showing her off even more than he thought he would. All of the other guys were so jealous, so amazed. She was so gorgeous, so damn sexy and she was all his. He wanted to invite them all to come and squeeze her tits and ass, to feel how hard her body was, how firm and yet so soft where it counted. He wanted to spread her out right there in the middle of the store and pull her pussy lips apart so everyone could get a good look at the tasty twat he planned to make his later tonight. He wanted to do all that, but he knew he had probably already done too much. He wondered if the store cameras had caught any of it, if anyone had filed a complaint. The last thing they needed now was an arrest for public indecency. Plus, Cori seemed to tense up for a bit after the ice cream incident, so he thought maybe he better back off. Oh, there would come a time when he'd spread her wide for the world to see, but it was going to take a little time. He just had to keep pushing her in that direction, testing her, stretching the boundaries before shattering them. Oh yes, the time would come. They finished picking out their food and other essentials - including three supersize bottles of baby oil as Norm pictured Cori covered in the stuff, all slippery and glistening - and checked out. Norm had Cori buy a pack of lollipops in the checkout lane and told her to eat one. She immediately opened the pack and popped one in her mouth. Never had sucking a lollipop gained so much attention. Norm saw at least 20 guys leaning and craning their necks, trying to watch Cori work on the lollipop as they walked oh-so-slowly toward the exit. Cori played along well, using her lips and tongue to suck on the round red candy ball, then even stuffing it into the side of her cheek and pumping it back and forth. Norm gave the awed onlookers a final thumbs up as he wheeled out of the store. When they got to the car, Cori helped Norm out of his wheelchair and into the car. Norm looked over her shoulder and noticed a group of young college guys checking Cori out from a few yards away. He decided to give them an even better show. Norm had his hands on Cori's waist for support as he took the couple of steps from the chair to the car. Getting a grip on the tight sweater, he pretended to fall on his bad leg, pulling her sweater down in the process. Out popped her tits, pokey nipples and all. The guys cheered as Cori hurriedly helped Norm up. Her concern was totally with him. This was one time when he really did fool her. She thought he had fallen and was scared that he was hurt. She paid no attention to her bared chest or the horny guys who were watching. She helped him up and into the car and Norm flashed a grin and a thumbs up to the audience, letting them know he had done it on purpose just for them. As soon as he was in his seat, Cori pulled her top up and hurried around to the driver's side, ignoring but not offended by the catcalls that followed. Amazingly, she had kept the lollipop in her mouth the entire time and was still sucking away as they pulled out of the lot. As excited as he was by the whole turn of events, Norm was also touched by Cori's pure heart. She had no hidden agenda. She had no false pride. She wanted only to take care of him and make him happy. She was sweet and he should feel guilty about taking advantage of her. Oddly, though, he didn't. All his life Norm had been a good guy. He'd done the right things, been fair, honest and law-abiding. He was a good friend and good citizen. He'd never treated women with anything but respect. And he respected Cori as much as any person he had ever met. So why was he doing this? Because he could? Because he felt like he deserved it? Because it just felt so damn good to be bad for once? He didn't know, but he glanced at Cori's bare thigh, pictured her again covered in baby oil and any doubts went out the window. He was going to fuck her tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day. And he wasn't going to feel the least bit guilty about it.