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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 6: CUMMING
HOME AND MOVING ON

   Cori left St.  Thomas reluctantly, but the closer she got to North
Carolina, the more excited she was about meeting with Mr.  Harris.  Victor,
his friend, had said the dean of the business school was a decent man who
just liked to have a little fun with the coeds sometimes.  A formalized
deal with someone like her would allow him to take less risks by messing
around with the other girls and could offer her a substantial amount in
return.

   She was nervous, but also confident.  With her new outlook, she knew she
could say no or be firm in her demands and guidelines.  She was going to be
no one's whore.  She would be making the calls, saying what was and was not
OK.  That was her plan, anyway, and she was determined to make it work.

   She was still wearing the same outfit she had been wearing when she left
the resort in St.  Thomas.  It was a light blue St.  Thomas tank top with a
deep scoop neckline and a pair of tight navy blue athletic shorts.  She
wore no bra and she wore a white g-string under her shorts.  She wore white
tennis shoes, but planned to change into heels when she arrived on campus.
Given the nature of their meeting, the only inappropriate attire would be
wearing too much clothing.  He had seen her application which included her
sexual history.  He had seen her R-rated pictures and X-rated video.  For
her to present herself as anything but sexy to him would be a foolish
charade.  She wasn't in the mood to play games.  This was going to be an
honest, open negotiation in which everything was spelled out as clearly as
possible.  She had her limits and demands in mind and she told herself she
would not compromise.  And, unlike when Miles, Victor and Sam had broken
the rules of their agreement in St.  Thomas, she wasn't going to make
exceptions or accept violations this time.

   When she got off the plane, Cori went into the restroom at the airport
and changed into a pair of white stiletto heels.  She also rolled down the
top waist band of her shorts, showing a little more of her belly as well as
the "whale tail" of her thong in back.  She kept her hair down and put on
fresh lipstick.  When she emerged, she saw a man holding a sign with her
name on it.  She must have walked past him the first time.

   "I'm Cori Banks," she said, walking up to him.  He was dressed in a
tuxedo and Cori realized he was probably a limo driver hired to take her to
campus.  Well, apparently Mr.  Harris was as intent on making a good first
impression as she was.

   "Hello, Ms.  Banks," the driver, a young African American man said. 
"I'm Anthony.  Mr.  Harris asked me to pick you up and take you to his
office.  Do you have any other bags besides that one?"

   "Nope, this is it," Cori said, handing him the bag.

   "Right this way, then, ma'am," he led her to the nearest exit where his
car, a black stretch limo, waited.  He opened the door for her and she
climbed in, aware that people were looking at her, probably trying to
figure out if she was a celebrity.  She felt a little like one as she fell
into the huge back seat.  There was wine, bottled water and fruit.  She
took a bottle of water and some grapes and leaned back, stretching her long
legs across the seat, thinking, "I could get used to this." But she
reminded herself not to get caught up in the wining and dining because they
sure as hell only wanted her for the sixty-nining.  She had to remember
that they needed her as much as more as she needed them, even if she didn't
really believe that to be so.  That was her only bargaining chip and she
was going to cling to it no matter how much they tried to take it away.

   The airport was actually about 50 miles from the small city that was
home to BJU, so Cori enjoyed a relaxing ride, munching her grapes and
flipping through some brochures about BJU that Dr.  Harris had prepared for
her.  She loved the look of the campus with its rustic-looking buildings,
green quads and beautiful architecture.  It looked like a place she could
fall in love with and she couldn't wait to see it in person.

   When they arrived on campus, she was dropped off at an impressive
looking building that appeared to be some sort of administrative center. 
Two people were waiting for her.  One was a young man Cori assumed was a
student.  He was dressed in khaki slacks and a nice button-down shirt.  He
smiled at her and shook her hand as she stepped out of the car.  She looked
for any hint that he knew why she was here and why she was getting out of a
car like this, but if Dr.  Harris had tipped him off, he showed no signs.
Instead, he promptly stepped to the back of the car and took her bag from
Anthony.  The other person was a young woman who also appeared to be a
student.  She was pretty with long red hair, dazzling blue eyes and a warm,
friendly smile along with a trim figure.  She wore khaki shorts with a
white button-down shirt hanging loosely and low heeled sandals.  Nothing
about her indicated that her relationship with Dr.  Harris might be
anything but professional, yet Cori found it hard to believe the man
wouldn't have made advances toward her, given his obvious preference for
attractive coeds.

   "I'm Sandy, Dr.  Harris' personal assistant," the girl smiled, extending
her hand.  "Welcome to BJU, Ms.  Banks."

   "Oh, you can call me Cori," Cori shook her hand.

   "Very well, Cori," Sandy smiled.  "If you'll come this way, I'll take
you to see Dr.  Harris.  Darren will bring your bag.  We weren't sure if
you were planning to spend the night, but we'll make sure your bag gets
wherever you're going."

   "Thank you," Cori said, realizing that she wasn't at all sure if she'd
spend the night or not either.  She looked around at the campus, its lush
grass and trees and classic buildings bathed in a warm splash of yellow
sun. It was a beautiful October afternoon.  There were students walking
back and forth, strolling from one building to another, hauling their book
bags, sipping their coffee or sprawling in the quad.  It was full of
activity and looked like a lot of fun.  Cori found herself really hoping
she could find a way to make this work.

   "This is our central administration building," Sandy said as they
entered and Cori got a good look at the impressive entryway with the
cathedral ceilings she had seen in the brochures.  "Most of our university
officials, including the deans, have offices here.  Dr.  Harris has an
office here and another in the business building.  He's expecting you, so
you may go on in."

   Sandy held the door open for Cori and she entered the large office. 
Sandy and Darren remained outside.  Cori looked back, watching their faces
to see if they might have a smirk or sneer or some other expression that
would indicate they knew why she was here and what Dr.  Harris wanted from
her.  Again, if they did, they didn't show.  Maybe he really was as
discreet as he claimed.  She hoped so.  That would be a good sign.

   As she walked in, Dr.  Harris rose from behind his desk.  He was tall,
athletically built with gray eyes and light brown hair that was thinning
and beginning to gray at the temples.  His face was friendly and he smiled
as she approached, extending his hand.

   "Welcome, Ms.  Banks," he said.  She noted that he didn't look her up
and down or leer at her.  That was surprising and refreshing.

   "Thank you," Cori said.  "It's a pleasure to meet you Dr.  Harris.  You
can call me Cori."

   "And you may call me Bob," he said.  He pulled out a leather chair at
the conference table in the middle of the room, motioning for her to sit
down.

   "Thank you," Cori said, taking her seat.  "And thanks for the limo.  I
didn't expect that."

   "We treat our special guests as well as we can," Harris said, taking a
seat at the head of the table.  She was in the first chair to his left. 
She liked the fact that he wasn't hiding himself behind a large desk,
wielding his power.  He was meeting with her on an even level.  Another
good sign.

   "Special guests?" Cori asked.

   "Of course," Harris said.  "You're very special.  We have many guests
with special gifts here.  Athletes who can perform amazing feats.  Authors
who have written prize-winning books.  Musicians who have performed on the
greatest stages in the world.  We appreciate special gifts here, Cori."

   "But I don't have a special gift," Cori said.

   "Oh, but you do," he smiled.  "You are not only incredibly beautiful,
but you know how to show it, how to display yourself, how to draw the line
between exploitation and pleasure.  You bring untold pleasure to men and
only ask for what's fair in return.  There are many beautiful women, Cori,
but few who understand what that really means."

   "I'm not sure I do either," Cori said, "but thank you, I think." He
spoke so fluently, so elegantly, she thought maybe Victor was mistaken and
he was an English professor instead of the dean of the business school.

   "You see, it's all about supply and demand," Harris said, finally
talking much more like she expected.  "Something is worth what people are
willing to pay for it.  As demand rises, so does the price, especially if
the supply is limited.  And if you happen to have that supply, well then,
my dear, that is what is known as an asset."

   "I understand," Cori nodded.  She found herself transfixed by his steely
eyes that were both warm and distant at the same time.  She was intrigued
by him and his silvery hair and silvery tongue.  She chastised herself for
imagining what that silver tongue could do.  She gave herself a mental slap
to the face, refocusing.  She needed to stay alert, on guard and ready to
say no.

   "My asset is an education at a premier business school," he said.  "If
the supply is good enough and the price reasonable, I can offer perks such
as free room and board, free books, free meals and even a stipend to cover
miscellaneous expenses, such as clothes and a car."

   "I see," Cori said, thinking briefly about the limo, the feeling of the
lap of luxury.  Don't get sucked in, she told herself.

   "Now I'm a middle-aged man, single, with normal needs and desires - or,
to use the business terminology, demands," Harris said, leaning back in his
chair, placing his elbows on the arm rests and touching his fingertips
together.  "You, Ms.  Banks, have assets that I am interested in.  All
women have them, of course, but you have separated yourself from the
competition via superior marketing.  You package and display your product
perfectly.  You make it desirable, a fantasy that might be attainable.  You
market it very well, using images and videos that boggle the mind.  You
have convinced me that your product is superior to others on the market and
that is worth an extremely high price.  If it wouldn't get me fired, this
would be a perfect example of a business model to share with a class."

   "Thank you," Cori said.  "But I want to you understand that I am not a
product.  I'm not merchandise to be bought and used and sold."

   "Of course not," Harris said in a soft voice designed to remove the
tension he felt from Cori.  "I was merely making a point in the business
terms I am so accustomed to and which I know you are familiar with as well.
I know this is a business negotiation for you, so I am approaching it that
way.  I am under no delusion that you came here hoping for the chance to
suck my cock.  While I hope that you will and that you will derive some
pleasure from it, I know that my cock is not my unique selling advantage no
more than your brain, though no doubt you are bright and capable of
handling your coursework, is your unique selling advantage.  Your advantage
isn't even that you're hot.  It's that you have the skill and willingness
to use your body in ways other girls can't or won't.  You can demand a very
high price for that.  My understanding is that you haven't been getting
your money's worth, so to speak, in the past, so I hope you will find what
I have to offer a significant increase."

   "It is," Cori acknowledged.  "My concern isn't what you have to offer,
it's what you intend to use me for.  Sex, I know, but specifically, what
did you have in mind?  Some people would call me a slut or a whore because
I'm willing to trade sex for things.  I draw my own lines and so far I've
never done anything willingly that made me think of myself in those terms.
I'm not willing to start now."

   "I understand," Harris said, smiling.  He was impressed by her - not
only her beauty, but also her ability to communicate clearly and be direct.
The girl was sharp.  "OK, here's what I had in mind.  First, it's the
middle of the semester so you can't start classes until January.  In the
meantime, I could line you up with an internship at a local company that
has had some success in sports marketing.  I know you like sports, so I
thought it might be a good fit.  There would be nothing of a sexual nature
involved with that position, I assure you.  Just a straight-forward
internship for a couple of credits in your chosen field."

   "Sounds good," Cori nodded.

   "A friend owns some properties and could put you in an apartment until
you can get into one of the dorms in January," Harris said.  "During the
first couple of months, I'd probably let you get acclimated and your only
responsibilities would be to me.  I would reserve the right to have sex
with you at any time, not to exceed five times in a given week.  Anything
more than five would be an exception and I would have to get your consent.
The other five times, no consent would be necessary.  No advance notice."

   "I understand," Cori said.  "I'd like to hear your entire proposal
before I make any other comments."

   "Sure," Harris said.  Obviously, she had nothing to balk at so far. 
"Well, once you were enrolled, I would get you into a dorm room - a single
one; I don't think it would be a good idea for you to have a roommate.  But
I would want to act like a regular student about 75 percent of the time. 
You can wear what you want to class and around campus.  The only time you
would be required to wear specific clothing is when you are on duty.  Sex
would play zero part in your classwork.  No trading sex for grades or
teasing the professors or anything like that.  Try to pull that and the
deal's off.  If too many people become aware of your special situation,
eventually word will get out, you'll be expelled, I'll be fired and we'll
both lose.  We have to trust each other.  I can ruin you and you can ruin
me and we both know it.  I will uphold my end and give you everything I say
and will be very discreet.  You must also be discreet and deliver on
everything expected of you.  That's the only way this works."

   "I understand and agree," Cori said.  "Discretion is no problem."

   "Good," Harris said.  Then he smiled, "Now, don't forget, college girls
can dress pretty slutty sometimes, so don't feel like you have to dress
like a prude all the time just because you can.  Outfits like you have on
right now are sexy, but they will fit right in.  I assume you chose that
for a reason and I appreciate you not tramping in her dressed like a
prostitute and raising suspicion."

   "I value discretion every bit as much as you do, sir," Cori nodded. 
"I'm not ashamed of doing this, but I'm not proud of it either.  It's,
well, it's just what I have to do.  And I'm not ashamed to admit I enjoy
teasing and being sexy and having sex.  But I'm much more than that.  You
don't have to care about anything besides that, all I ask is that you
respect it."

   "Fair enough," Harris said.  "Other than service to myself, there will
be a few others I trust implicitly who would have access to your services
for the betterment of their positions and the welfare of the university. 
As you know, universities make money off of enrollment, donors, grants and
the like.  We have a successful sports program that drives a lot of revenue
as well.  Published and successful professors generate funds.  Universities
are big business and there is a lot of competition.  You represent a
potential distinct advantage in recruiting donors, star athletes and
securing grants and other funding.  Your supply, as it were, is in great
demand and I believe we can charge a high price."

   "I'm not going to be a whore for every guy who writes a check or signs
to play football here," Cori snapped, angry that the conversation had taken
this turn.  She thought Harris understood her better than that.

   "No, no, of course not," Harris said quickly.  "Your services would be
reserved to influence only the highest donors and most elite athletes.  For
instance, people like Victor are million dollar donors.  He would be a lot
quicker to hand over that annual check if he knew you were waiting to give
him a blowjob the second he signed it.  We're talking about maybe a couple
times a month something like this would happen.  It wouldn't be a constant
thing at all - but it could mean millions to the university."

   "Mmm, go on," Cori said, frowning, still concerned about this latest
point.

   "I can see you're not happy about that," Harris said, ignoring her
directive to go on.  "Remember, these would be people with a lot to lose as
well.  Athletes would lose eligibility.  Our high level donors are business
people, politicians, important people who won't want to risk their
reputations.  It will be discreet and safe.

   "Now, I'm sensing that you're getting apprehensive about all this, and
that's fine.  If you don't want to do it, I understand.  But I want to give
you some advice: if you do this, enjoy it.  Forget about defending yourself
or trying to decide whether or not doing this or that makes you a slut. 
And why does being a slut have to be negative, anyway?  Guys love sluts,
trust me.  We absolutely love them.  But if you get caught up in analyzing
every time you give a blowjob, you're going to be miserable, because I
guarantee you, to earn this scholarship and all that goes with it, your
will give more blowjobs in the next two years than you have in your life.
So, the question is, can you embrace that fact and enjoy it or are you
going to hate every second of it?"

   "I like it when it's safe and I'm treated with some respect," Cori said
flatly.

   "Well, I vow that we'll keep you as safe as we can and you most
certainly will have my respect and that of the others who would be using
your services in an official capacity," Harris said.  "That said, I can't
guarantee you a millionaire is going to come in and tell you how special
and smart you are while he's reaming a piece of ass he earned in return for
paying for the naming rights on our new library.  And frankly, if he calls
you slut, degrades you or fucks you a little harder than you would like,
I'm not going to say a word to him.  So understand that going in.  I won't
let someone beat you or hurt you without repercussion, but if he wants to
spank you or pull your hair while you're blowing him, I expect you to shut
up and take it.  And, to my point, enjoy it as much as you can."

   Cori was speechless.  This discussion had turned very frank and it was
no longer a negotiation.  Harris was telling her how it was going to be,
flat out.  "I'm going to need some time to think about this," Cori said
slowly, her mind a whirl of confusion now.  She wasn't angry.  What Harris
said made sense, but it scared her.  "Could I, um, be excused for just a
few minutes?"

   "Of course," Harris said.

   Cori walked out of the office and out into the quad, plopping down under
a tree.  She thought about the last few months.  All the great times at the
shop where she had enjoyed virtually every minute of every day.  That was
all sex, all the time and she loved.  Then, Chad and her step-dad and Crisp
and others had nearly ruined it for her.  Maybe they had.  She had hated
the sundae-making race the guys had put her through, but she had enjoyed
being publicly flaunted and fucked on the golf course.  Maybe it was she,
not the guys in her life, who was mixed up.  Maybe she needed to see a
counselor.  That might help, but she knew that ultimately her happiness was
up to her.  She realized she had often found excuses and justifications for
acting the way she did.  It was OK to let herself be tied to a boat and
fucked because it was helping Gerald.  Letting herself off the hook allowed
her enjoy it.

   She had tensed up that last day with Sam and Miles and the sundae race,
she supposed, because it was the last day and she was already thinking
ahead to a possible college opportunity and had just listened to Victor
tell her how she deserved better in her life.  She had carried that
bitterness here, determined to show how tough and classy and smart she was
when all anyone was asking for from her right now was fun and sexiness. 
She had provided that at the shop and loved it.  If she did that again here
with Harris and whoever else, could she accept the fact that she was
enjoying it, no matter how slutty her attire or actions might be?  She was
doing this for no one else this time - not a sick step-dad or an
underprivileged resort worker or even friends whose business was failing.
This was all for her.  She would have to take responsibility for that. 
Could she do that and accept - no embrace - being a part-time slut and find
joy in that?  She looked around the beautiful campus again.  She thought
about owning her own company, about the internship Harris had mentioned,
which sounded fantastic.  This, she decided, was an opportunity she
couldn't pass up.  Her hard body had carried her this far, there was no
reason to act high and mighty and try to pretend otherwise.  She got up,
knowing her decision and walked back into the building, already knowing in
her gut that she had made the right choice.

   "You're right," Cori said.  "I enjoy sex very much.  I like to show off
and tease and have fun with guys.  I don't think there's anything wrong
with that and I will gladly earn my scholarship every day in any way you
deem necessary, outside of blatant prostitution, rough stuff or gang bangs
I don't consent to." She was surprised as she spoke the words.  All the
bylaws and clauses and everything she had planned to throw in went out the
window.  And she didn't mind a bit.  "In fact," she continued, "we don't
have to follow that five times a week rule you mentioned.  There are no
limits for you.  I know the value of my body and I know the value of what
you offer.  It's a fair trade.  It's up to me to get the most of the
opportunity you're providing and, in return, you and the university should
get the most you can out of me."

   "That's great news," Harris smiled.  "I'm glad you took the time to
think it over and make that decision.  I want to fuck you in the worst way,
but I also want you to be happy.  It will be so much more fun if you enjoy
it and play along.  And I think you'll find that to be the case in
everything you do.  Don't worry, we won't overuse you.  You will have ample
opportunity to attend your classes and study, but your extracurricular
activities will probably all be sex related.  As long as you're fine with
that, I think we have a deal."

   "Deal," Cori smiled, shaking his hand.

   "Well, Cori, what were your plans for tonight?  I know you mentioned
going back to Darien to pick up some things and see some friends," Harris
said.

   "Yeah, I would like to, if it's OK with you," Cori said.

   "Of course," Harris said.  "If we flew you back right now on the
university's private jet, would you be able to return tomorrow by this
time? That would give you time to get into your new place, me to fuck you
and then get you started on your new job on Monday."

   Cori noticed he had listed "fuck you" as if he was reading off a grocery
list.  Well, up until the past few days, fucking was as much or more a part
of her average day as a trip to the supermarket, so why not look at it that
way.

   "That sounds good," Cori said.

   Harris had Darren escort Cori back out to the limo.  Anthony was still
waiting and Darren put her bag in the back.  Just over an hour later, she
was in the air and heading toward Atlanta.  She called Ben on the way and
he agreed to pick her up at the airport.

   It was already 6 p.m.  By the time she got to Darien, it would be 9. 
That would give her a few hours to catch up with Ben and Ty and John. 
Then, in the morning, she'd pack up her stuff and be on her way by the
afternoon.

   When she got off the plan in Atlanta, Cori was thrilled to see that all
three of her dear friends - Ben, John and Ty - were there waiting for her.
They greeted her with hugs and kisses, everyone seeming to be talking at
once.  It was amazing how well they all got along.  They had all shared
Cori and yet it had worked.  No jealousy, no feuds, nothing - except for
Chad, who had taken things way too far.  But Ty was like her brother, John
was like a father and Ben was, well, the closest thing she had to a
boyfriend, but he was really just a friend with incredible benefits.  They
were her family, she realized, much more so than her step-dad and mom. 
These guys cared about her and one another and never let sex - no matter
how frequent or kinky it might get - get in the way of their relationships.
She knew it had to be an incredibly unique situation, but to her it felt
complete normal and comfortable and safe.  She wondered if she should just
go back to Darien.  She'd be happy there, right?  No, she told herself, not
until she at least tried to make it on her own.  She'd always wonder what
if.  She had to try.

   They talked all the way back to Darien, Cori thinking nothing of it when
Ty, sitting next to her in the back seat, pulled down the front of her tank
top so her tits stuck out.  He fondled her breasts as they all shared their
stories from the past few weeks.  Ty's strong hands didn't feel the least
bit weird or foreign or unwelcome.  It hadn't really occurred to her until
now, but she knew she'd fuck all three of them tonight.  Probably wouldn't
even sleep.  Oh well, between the plane ride and car ride, she could get a
couple hours tomorrow.  Her boys needed her and she wasn't going to let
them down.  Surely they had all had sex during the weeks she had been gone
now, but she found herself preferring to think they hadn't.  That would
make her jealous, even though she certainly wouldn't blame them.  Likewise,
she didn't tell them most of the details of trips either.  She talked about
how she didn't really connect with her step-dad but helped him get back on
his feet and how his friend had rewarded her with a trip.  She didn't like
lying to them, but she didn't feel like she had a choice.

   She told them that she had secretly sent away for some scholarship
information months ago.  She thought it wouldn't pan out, so she never
mentioned it.  Now, she explained, she had to start an internship on Monday
for class credit and would be in college for the next year and a half
earning her business degree.  She could see they were disappointed, but
they all seemed genuinely proud of her and happy for her at the same time.

   "Wow," Ty said, tugging on a nipple, "I can't believe I won't get to
play with these every day any more.  I'm really going to miss you."

   "Me too," Cori smiled weakly.  "If it's any consolation, I'm not
planning on getting any sleep tonight.  I hope I can leave you all with
some terrific memories.  No holds - I mean holes - barred!"

   "Now we're talking," John grinned.  "Ben, can this old hunk of junk go
any faster?"

   "I'll have you home and her undressed in 30 minutes," Ben said.  "Better
start warming up that old pecker now - you might be able to get it up in
time."

   John, who was in his 50s, was by far the senior of the three men - Ben
and Ty were both in their 20s - and often took ribbing from them about his
age.  But he had kept up with Cori through many an all-nighter and he sure
as hell didn't plan to miss out on this one.

   "No need to wait until we get back, is there?" Cori said in that sexy,
innocent voice they all seemed to like so well.

   "None at all," Ty said, yanking down his shorts.  "I need a Cori special
in the worst way.  I love to hear all about what you've been up to, but the
sound I really want to hear right now is that slurping you do when my
cock's down your throat and you're licking my balls.  Fuck, I miss that
sound."

   "Oh, you poor thing," Cori pouted.  She bent down and started talking
directly to Ty's hard cock.  It was the largest of the group - a 10-incher
that had caused Cori to nearly gag a couple times and had absolutely
stretched and reamed her ass several times.  "Hasn't anyone been taking
care of you?  Oh, you need some attention, don't you big boy?" She was
talking to his penis as if she was talking to a dog and she was stroking it
gently like she would a pet.  "Oh, I bet you need to be sucked to bad,
don't you big fella?  Well, don't worry, I'm here."

   She bent forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth,
absolutely delighted to hear that familiar moan.  Ty always appreciated a
good cock sucking so much and she loved to hear his reactions.

   "Suck those big balls, bitch," he said.  Ty was always good about
directing her, too, letting her know what he wanted.  And, of course, all
the guys used words like slut and bitch and cunt when they were fucking -
she knew it was nothing personal and just part of the experience for them.
She gladly lapped at his balls while he rubbed his big black cock all over
her face.  It was dark now, but they didn't need any light to see what they
were doing.  It was all about feel and it was all feeling great to Ty.

   "I can't remember the last time I touched your tonsils," Ty groaned,
"but I think I better do it now." Cori knew that meant he wanted to be
deep-throated and she expertly swallowed all 10 thick inches, her gag
reflex in check as felt his cock make its home inside her throat.

   "How's it going back there?" John asked from the front passenger seat.
He was watching what he could, but it was hard to see in the dark.  Of
course, from the slurping sounds and Ty's moans and commentary, he knew
exactly what was happening and that both parties in the back seat were very
happy.

   "Never been better," Ty yelled back.  "Never better, my friend.  Either
she's gotten even better at this or I just forgot how good it felt."

   Ty had his hand on the back of her head now and was guiding her up and
down on his cock, pushing her head down hard and holding it there for four
or five seconds at a time, then letting her slowly back up.  Cori loved a
man who knew what he wanted and took what he needed from her in this way.
It wasn't too rough, she didn't feel in any danger.  She just felt wanted,
needed and appreciated.  He was using her, yes, but not like she was any
other mouth, but like she was a very special mouth that he felt privileged
to use.  His grunts and moans and words and eyes told her he didn't take
this for granted, he didn't think of her as a cum receptacle, even though
that's exactly what he was going to use her for in a few minutes.

   "I hope you haven't lost the taste for cum," Ty groaned.  If you only
knew, Cori thought.  She sucked harder, a signal to him that she was ready
and willing and anxious for his cum.  Ty gave it to her in a series of
thick, juicy blasts that splattered against her tongue and inside her
cheeks like milk hitting a tile floor.  It shot onto the roof of her mouth,
under her tongue and between her teeth.  She felt it smack against the back
of her throat and slide down her gullet.  If he'd had sex while she was
gone, it wasn't recent.  She was happier than ever to swallow his load.

   "Next!" she chirped happily, sitting up and licking her lips.

   "We're almost there," Ben said.  "Think you can handle John and I at the
same time?"

   "I haven't been gone that long," Cori said.  "Of course I can still
handle you both.  And if Ty gets ready fast enough, he can join in too. 
Let's do it all tonight, guys.  Anything you want.  Let it all hang it out.
Oh, Ben, can I see the Shop?"

   "Sure," Ben said.  He drove them to the Hard Body Shop and all three
went inside the darkened building.  Ben flipped on the lights and pulled
Cori by the hand along behind him.  "See, not much has changed."

   Cori looked around, surprised at how new it all felt and yet how it did,
as Ben said, seem exactly the same.  She started to comment on that, but
was interrupted abruptly as Ben pushed her down to her knees on the
carpeted lobby area and thrust his cock at her face.  She hadn't even
realized he had taken his pants off.  Now, she realized both he and John
had stripped down and were ready for her attention.  Ty approached from
behind and ripped her tank top off, shredding it in his big hands, then
yanked her shorts and thong down, leaving her only in her white heels.

   Cori sucked first on Ben's cock, thinking that she wouldn't have had to
see his face to know who she was sucking.  She had sucked it so many times,
she recognized its size and feel and taste instantly.  She knew he loved it
when she slithered her tongue around in circles on the head of his cock
about as much as Ty loved to be deep-throated.  John, on the other hand,
liked to have his cock licked and sucked up and down in an alternating
pattern of fast and slow, a fact that came back to her as soon as Ben
pulled his cock out of her mouth and John put his in.

   She was going back and forth between them, alternating from one cock to
the other, when she felt warm oil being poured over her back and sliding
over her ass and pussy and thighs.  Yeah, her boys liked nothing more than
to cover her in baby oil - they bought it by the case - and Ty had broken
it out.  He drenched her back side and she knew he'd do the same with her
tits and belly as soon as he got a chance.  Judging by the jerking and
twitching of the cocks in her mouth, she guessed that wouldn't be long. 
She was realizing that these guys had missed her more than she expected and
had far less sex - if any - than she assumed they would.  They were used to
sex several times a week with her.  If they had been depriving themselves
until now, no wonder they were so horny and cumming so quickly.

   John came first.  His salty spunk was thick and bitter and she loved
every drop.  Ben followed moments later with a creamy load that slid down
her throat smooth as silk.  Already she had given three blowjobs and she
knew she was in store for far more before this night was through.

   Cori was still on her knees as Ty poured baby oil down her chest and
stomach, rubbing it in with his hands.  John and Ben joined in, caressing
her body all over.  She felt warm and loved and very horny.  She knew
before the night was over, her pussy would surely get the attention it
needed and she, too, would enjoy an orgasm or two.

   "Your body probably went into withdrawals from lack of cum," Ty teased.
"You were swallowing a gallon or two a day before you left."

   "Yeah," Cori laughed, "the first few days I had the worst headaches and
fevers and cold sweats.  I went to the doctor and he said it was a classic
case of withdrawal from a cum addiction.  He offered to give me a fix, but
I told him I required very special cum all the way from Georgia."

   They all laughed and Ben turned on some music.  "How about a little
show, Cori," he said, telling, not asking.  "Haven't seen you dance for a
long time and I think that might be just the ticket to get me ready for
round two."

   "How many rounds we going tonight?" Cori teased, starting to move her
hips to the music already.

   "As many as possible," Ben said.  "I want to fuck you until I can't
move."

   "Mmm, now that sounds like fun," Cori smiled.  She closed her eyes and
rubbed her hands up and down her body, bending her knees and swinging her
hips to the fast-paced rock music.  She dipped into a deep knee bend, than
sprang back up and caressed her nipples, tugging on them to the rhythm of
the pulsing beat.

   The guys were seated in chairs in the lounge area, which featured
several cloth chairs, a pool table and a TV.  Cori stepped over to Ty and
bent down in front of him, keeping her legs straight and shaking her tits
in his face.  Then she swung her left leg around in a big arc, pivoting on
her right so that she was bent over directly in front of John, her ass and
pussy just inches from his nose.  Another big pivot step had her tits in
front of Ben's face.  Then she put her knees on both sides of the chair,
straddling him, rubbing her tits in his face and her pussy on his thigh. 
Ben ran his hand down her flat stomach and she raised up off his thigh,
letting him reach between her legs.  He stroked her pussy lips gently,
teasing her clit.  She looked him in the eye and licked her lips hungrily,
then jumped backward and did a similar chair dance for John and Ty.

   When the song was over, Ty threw a plastic tarp over the pool table to
protect it from her oily body and suggested she do a table dance to the
next song.  "I'll even give you some props," he laughed, tossing an 8-inch
and a 10-inch dildo onto the table.  Cori hopped onto the table, ready to
perform.  She strutted around on the table while she licked both dildos,
wetting them with her saliva.  Then, she sat down on the table, laid back
and kicked her legs in the air.  Holding the dildos like drum sticks, she
lightly slapped them on her exposed pussy and ass, bobbing her head like a
drummer rocking to the music.  They all cheered and she rewarded them by
stuffing the 10-incher into her ass and the 8-incher into her pussy.  Then
she stood back up, holding both dildos tightly inside her as she danced and
swayed some more.

   All three men pulled her off the table and she realized they were all
ready for round two at the same time.  John lay down on the carpeted floor
and Ben and John lowered Cori's pussy onto him, pushing her forward until
she was resting her weight on her arms, her hands on the floor above John's
shoulders.  Ben knelt in front of her, presenting his cock for sucking once
more.  That left Ty, she realized, with his favorite hole - her little ass,
which was never a match for the size and power of his cock.  But she loved
him too much to ever deny him this pleasure.  She felt him press his cock
against her asshole.  He was always gentle, but never shy.  Once he started
pushing, he never stopped until he was balls deep inside her.  He wouldn't
injure her, but he knew her ass could take it and she could stand a little
pain along the way.

   Cori was filled with cock now and couldn't remember the last time she
had been this happy.  These were her boys and she felt privileged and
honored to have the chance to bring them joy and pleasure.  And to do it
for all three at once, well, it just didn't get better than that.

   Having all cum so recently, all three men now had an even balance of
lust and staying power that promised for a long session.  Cori moved very
little, letting Ty drive the engine.  His thrusts pushed her forward,
making her pussy slide up John's shaft and her mouth go down Ben's.  The
tight seal between her ass and Ty's cock enabled him to pull her back along
with him, her mouth sliding up to the head of Ben's cock and her pussy
sliding all the way down to John's balls.  She realized that this is what
Harris had meant when he said she had a gift.  Bringing pleasure to people
was indeed a special gift and Cori promised she would embrace it more
openly from now on.

   Her pussy was dripping and heating up fast.  Yes, giving had its
rewards, too, she thought.  Oh yes, if they could keep this up for a few
more minutes, she'd be cumming hard.  They had very seldom triple-teamed
her like this, but she now wished they would have done it more often.  It
felt so good to be completely filled by rock hard cocks, feeling their
smooth shafts and mushroom heads slide against the linings of her throat,
ass and pussy, the veiny pricks throbbing and pulsing inside her full of
life and power.  Their heavy balls, round and hard and full of cum, slapped
against her, getting closer to injecting their seed into her with every
thrust.

   She arched her back drove her hips downward while she pushed back
against Ty's cock.  She wanted to make sure she was as full as she could
get.  She missed these cocks so much and she wanted to take every inch now.
Her nipples were being teased and tormented by John, who lay virtually
motionless beneath her, letting her hips and Ty's thrusts provide the
energy and friction for his cock in her pussy.  The angle was just right
and Cori felt John's cock hitting exactly the right spot, that mushroom
head softly caressing her most sensitive areas.

   Cori wanted to moan and scream and ream herself on their cocks, but she
was virtually powerless.  Strong men with big cocks had possession of her
body and they were controlling everything.  She let her mind go blank,
closed her eyes and just reveled in the joy of cocks and fucking.  She felt
her pussy go from hot to molten and knew that wonderful, electrifying surge
of orgasm was only moments away.  John must have been able to feel it,
because he said, "She's going to cum guys, keep it up."

   That seemed to add extra intensity to Ty's thrusts and the added
friction and movement in all three holes sent Cori over the edge.  As she
came, Ben pulled his cock out of her mouth and let her scream and moan and
whimper as she gasped for breath.  Her arms wobbled as she struggled to
hold herself up.  All of her body's resources seemed to have been diverted
to her pussy and her nipples and she felt weak all over.  She wanted to
collapse and bask in the after glow.  John and Ty pulled out of her and she
thought that was what they were going to let her do.  She fell to the
floor, her chest heaving as she inhaled deeply and sighed in complete
contentment.

   But a hand grasped her hair and pulled her gently to her knees.  It was
Ty.  He offered his cock to her and she opened back up.  Ben lay down on
the floor where John had been and lifted Cori's pussy onto his cock.  John
took Ty's place behind Cori, plugging his cock into her well-loosened
asshole.  It was like they were playing musical chairs, only when the music
stopped, no one was left without a place to plug their cocks in.

   John's thrusts weren't as powerful as Ty's, but he picked up the pace.
Cori felt weak but so happy to be filled with cocks again.  Maybe she could
cum again.

   `Rest your arms," Ben whispered, pushing on her elbows.  "Put them
behind your back." Cori did and John held her wrists together.  She was
skewered by John and Ty front and back, their pricks easily replacing the
support her arms had been providing.  Cori let them take her and own her
and use her again.  She made herself as open and hot and welcoming to them
as she could, sucking on Ty's cock, squeezing her pussy tightly around Ben
and pushing back against John's cock as he reamed her asshole.

   Cori's pussy was like a car that had been driven hard and fast, then
stopped and started again.  She had been driven to a hard, fast orgasm,
then felt the sweet relief of rest.  But they had started her right back up
and her engine was still very warm.  Her pussy purred to life, the little
electric pulses of pleasure again coursing through her walls as the
continued cock pounding took her from 0 to 60 in an instant.

   John pressed the accelerator to the floor, hitting hard and fast, his
cock pistoning in and out of her ass.  Cori's pussy revved and roared to
life, a high-performance cunt performing at peak precision.  Ben slapped
her tits together and Ty nearly gagged her with his cock.  Cocks filled and
pounded her.  Her pussy purred and pulsed and she came again.

   This time, when they let her drop to the floor, she knew they weren't
done.  They each claimed the hole they had to fuck.  Ty was now on the
floor, his monster cock stuffed inside her pussy.  Ben was behind her, the
driving force for this round and John happily poked his prick back into her
mouth.

   Cori was in overdrive now.  Ty was chewing on her nipples, which tingled
with excitement, acting like little spark plugs that sent signals of
pleasures simultaneously to her cunt and brain.  Covered in oil, pre-cum
and her own sweet juices, Cori's hard body was a well-lubed engine that
looked like it was ready to run all night.  Her drivers, however, were mere
mortal men and they were running out of fuel.  They would have to cum soon
and reload before the next ride.  She felt those cocks pulsing, their
intensity and pace picking up, the grunts getting a little louder, the
moans a little deeper.  Her boys were going to be cumming soon.

   Ty blasted first, his cum washing over her tongue.  The taste of his
sweet and salty load sent Cori over the edge again and she creamed for a
third time.  John and Ben managed to hold their loads until she was done
and Ty had stepped away.  Then they pulled out and let her lay down on her
back.  John straddled her first, aiming his cock at her pretty face as he
emptied his load.  Ben sprayed his wad immediately after, carefully
selecting his targets to make sure he covered the spots John had missed. 
When they were done, she had a belly full of Ty's cum and face that was
covered except for one eye, one nostril and part of her chin.  She lay
back, exhausted and happy and dozed off, not even bothering to try to wipe
away a single drop of cum.

   She was awakened later by Ty.  She wasn't sure how long she'd been out,
but it didn't feel like very long at all.  She glanced at the clock.  It
was just 1 a.m.  Ty held his finger over his mouth, motioning for her to be
quiet.  She looked behind him and saw Ben and John asleep in their lounge
chairs.  She got up slowly, her body stiff from laying on the floor.  Her
face felt sticky and she touched it, realizing it was covered in dried cum.
She would have eaten it, but it was too late now.  She'd have to wash it
off.

   "I need to go to the bathroom first," she whispered to him, assuming he
wanted to fuck her again.  He nodded and she went and washed her face, the
water serving the dual purpose of cleaning her and waking her up.  She was
still naked except for her heels and assumed that's how she'd stay for the
next few hours.

   She walked back out and saw Ty standing outside Ben's office, motioning
for her to follow him.  She figured they would fuck in there where they
wouldn't wake the others.  She had fucked in there hundreds of times
before. She walked in, wondering if Ty would stretch her ass again. 
Instead, she found him sitting at the computer, waiting for her.

   "So," he said, "you gonna tell me the truth about what you've been doing
the past few weeks?"

   "What do you mean?" Cori asked.

   "Look," he motioned toward the screen.  Cori saw a homemade video of
herself on the beach, posing for pictures with guys.  He clicked the mouse
and a series of pictures of her on the golf course with popped up.  She was
busted.  She just looked down.

   "Hey, I'm not mad," Ty said.  "I just want to know the truth and make
sure you're OK.  We don't have to tell Ben and John if you don't want. 
They haven't seen this.  I just want to know what's going on."

   Cori realized that there was nothing she wanted more than to tell Ty. 
She had thought she would confide in Ben, get his advice about the college
offer, but she realized she didn't have the heart to do it.  She was afraid
he'd be mad or think less of her.  Ty, though, was a little more carefree
and had a live and let live attitude Cori admired.  She knew she could
trust him and that he wouldn't judge her, no matter what.  She told him
everything - all about her step-dad, Crisp, Tony, Gerald, Victor, Miles and
Sam.

   "So, what does this have to do with college?" Ty said.  He had showed
little reaction during the story.  If it surprised or angered him, he
didn't show it.

   Cori explained about Victor and Harris and the offer that had been
presented to her.  She explained why she took it and admitted that she was
happy and excited about the decision.

   "That's good," Ty said, smiling.  "I think you put a lot of thought into
it and made a tough decision.  I respect that and wish you nothing but the
best."

   "Thanks," Cori beamed.

   "But I think you're missing one thing."

   "What's that?"

   "You need someone to watch your back," Ty said.  "And you know how much
I like doing that.  But you remember Chad and Crisp and those guys at the
gas station.  There are going to be guys looking for even more than you're
offering and they won't take no for an answer.  Unless, that is, I'm there
to remind them."

   "What are you proposing?" Cori asked.

   "I move there with you," Ty said matter-of-factly.  "I could stay in the
same apartment or whatever and keep an eye on things.  Anyone gave you
trouble, I'd step in.  Otherwise, I'd mind my own business.  Of course, I
might want the occasional roll in the hay as payment for my services."

   "You'd do that for me?" Cori asked.

   "Of course," Ty said.  "One, I want to make sure you're safe and two, I
hated it when you were gone.  I can find another job at another garage
there to pay my share of the bills.  Your university contacts would owe me
nothing and you wouldn't either."

   "Other than the occasional blowjob," Cori laughed.

   "Or piece of ass," Ty nodded, chuckling.

   Cori loved the idea.  She would feel so much safer with him there.  He
would protect her and she could trust him.  This would be great.

   "What will you tell Ben?" she asked.

   "I'll tell him I'm moving back home," Ty said.  "My hometown is only
about 30 minutes from BJU.  Of course, I don't have any family left there,
but he doesn't need to know that."

   "Wow," Cori said.  "This is going to be great.  Thank you so much.  I'll
call Harris in the morning and make sure you can fly back with me.  I'm
sure it won't be a problem."

   "Sounds good," Ty said.  "Now, were you saying something about a blowjob
and piece of ass?"

   Cori giggled and bent over the desk, wiggling her ass for him.  "Fire
when ready," she said.  He dumped some baby oil on her ass and slid his
cock up and down between her pussy lips, dipping it in a few times, making
sure it and her holes were all sufficiently lubed.  Then he plowed into her
pussy and smacked her ass.

   "Yeah," he grunted.  "This pussy is far too fine to let just anyone have
it.  I gotta make sure it's protected.  Oh yeah, I'll take good care of
your little cunt.  And your little cunt will take good care of me, won't
it?"

   "Yes," Cori moaned.  "Yes.  Yes, do it harder.  Oh shit, that feels so
good, Ty.  I'm so glad you're coming with me.  Take care of my little cunt
for me.  Keep it safe and fuck it hard."

   "Yeah, hard and fast all the time," Ty growled, smacking her on both ass
cheeks now.  "I'll give it to you just how you like it.  You like it rough
and hard, don't you?  You like me to stretch that pussy out, ream out your
ass, smack your tits and make you gag on my cock.  Don't you, bitch?"

   Ty was always like this with her.  As sweet as could be most of the
time, he became aggressive and rough when he was fucking her.  Talking
dirty turned him on and so did a little smack on her ass or tug on her
hair. He never injured her, but he liked to be very dominant during sex. 
She found his passion and power very exciting and came more often with him
than anyone else.

   Ty pulled his cock out of her pussy and stuck it into her ass, barely
missing a beat.  "You like having that little ass reamed out, don't you
bitch?  Stretch it out nice and wide.  Gape that fucking asshole.  Makes
you walk funny, but you like it, you little slut.  Oh, fuck that fucking
little ass!"

   "Yes, stretch my ass," Cori screamed, giving him the encouragement she
knew he liked and responded to.  "Rip me open!  Split me in two with that
huge prick.  Oh, harder.  Don't make me beg for it.  Harder!"

   Cori's ass was on fire.  Ty had done a number on it in only a few hours
- plus Ben and John had taken their turns as well.  The lube helped, but
soreness was setting in as they fucked her raw.  Ty never slowed, never
paused, just kept pounding with the relentless fury of a jackhammer.

   He pulled his cock out of her ass and jammed it into her mouth, stuffing
it into the side of her cheek.  His cum exploded out of his mushroom head,
splashing into the side of her cheek, then across her tongue and teeth and
gums.  She sucked as hard as she could and he jacked several more spurts
into her mouth.

   "Yeah, take it and swallow it like always, bitch," he seed.  "Don't
worry, you can get all of that you want from now on.  Anytime you're
feeling hungry for some sperm, you know where to get it and how to get it.
Big Ty will top you off right."

   "Thank you," Cori said, knowing that Ty would appreciate being thanked
for fucking her, as if he was some sort of stud service.  He probably could
be, she mused, except he would just do whatever he wanted to the bitches
and wouldn't care what they were paying him for.  Cori knew, if Ty wanted a
piece of ass, as nice as he was, there was no stopping him.

   "What's going on in here?" Ben laughed, throwing open the door.

   "Playing chess again," Ty laughed.  "King always ends up fucking the
queen when we play, though." He realized Cori's pictures were still on the
screen.  Deftly, he kept himself between Ben and screen and reached behind
his back to click the monitor off.  He reminded himself to close the
browser and delete the history when he got a chance later.  With Cori
around, finding a way to distract two men for five minutes wasn't exactly a
tall order.

   "Well, I was thinking about playing some pool - you know how I am about
putting the ball in the hole," Ben joked.  "I thought Cori might like to
play too."

   "Sure," Cori said, going along with the joke.  "What did you have in
mind?  8 ball?  9 ball?"

   "I was thinking more two balls and a little game I call
tickle-the-tonsils," Ben said.

   "Ooh, I've never played that," Cori said innocently.

   "Well, let me explain it to you," Ben said.  He took her hand and led
her back into the lounge area where John was also now up, pouring himself a
cup of coffee.

   Ty quickly clicked the computer screen back on and cleared the history,
then put his shorts back on and went to watch the show.  Two-ball was more
fun to play than watch, but it was still entertaining when done right.  And
no one did it better than Cori.

   The game of pool hadn't even gotten as far as getting the cues of the
wall.  Ben was sitting on the edge of the table and Cori was bent over at
the waist, going down on him.  John was idly stroking his cock, warming it
up for another go when Ben was finished.

   After Cori had serviced them both, they all sat on the couch in Ben's
office, watching a movie.  The men sat side by side on the couch and Cori
lay naked across them.  They didn't really watch much of the movie,
spending most of the two hours talking and playing with Cori.  Her head was
on Ben's lap, her middle was on Ty and her feet and legs rested on John. 
They fondled her tits, rubbed her pussy, stroked her thighs and pinched her
ass.  John took her shoes off and rubbed her feet while Ty and Cori told
Ben and John about Ty's plans to move in with her.

   "I would have given you some notice," Ty fibbed, "but I just found out
my aunt's sick and Cori can give me a free flight tomorrow.  So..."

   "No problem," Ben said.  "You do what you need to do.  John and I can
handle things.  In fact, John's mentioned retirement and I was thinking it
might be a good time to sell this place.  The value will never be higher."

   "You mean, the Hard Body Shop could be sold?" Cori asked.

   "I think so," Ben said.  "It's not the same without you here and it sure
won't be the same if Ty and John leave.  I've been thinking about getting
into something else - maybe real estate or something.  Anyway, I could make
enough off the shop to take some time and figure out what I want to do."

   "Go to St.  Thomas," Cori suggested.  "It helped me clear my head a lot.
I came back with a plan and I'm refreshed and ready to go."

   "I'm ready to go too," Ben laughed, thrusting his hips up so she could
feel his semi-hard cock against her ear.  "Whaddya say, one more before we
all go our separate ways?"

   "Of course," Cori said, her voice soft.  One by one she took them into
the employee lounge and gave them her absolute best oral service.  There
was no role playing, name calling or fantasy.  It was pure, sensual and she
performed the task with genuine love and caring for her men.  She would
miss Ben and John so much.  She wanted them to remember the feel of her
lips on their cocks forever.  She vowed to see them again and wondered if
their paths and new careers might cross again, but if they didn't she
wanted to make this count.  She took her time.  There was no rush.  No
deep-throating or gagging.  Just lots of licking, sucking, stroking and,
ultimately, swallowing, as three more loads of cum were deposited in her
gullet.

   The sun was beginning to come up as Cori, dressed now in a Hard Body
Shop t-shirt in place of the one Ty had shredded, and her shorts and heels,
left with the guys.  She gave John a farewell hug when they dropped him off
at his house.  Ben took her to her townhouse and dropped Ty at his
apartment, telling them he'd be back in two hours to pick them up and take
them to the airport in Atlanta.  Cori called Harris and told him about Ty.
To her surprise, Harris not only was accepting of the situation, but
excited about it.  "That will help with the security issues," Harris said.
"Good idea, Cori.  Tell Ty he is welcome to stay with you and I will get
him a job in our motor vehicle department on campus."

   The more Cori talked to Harris, the more she liked him.  He was
straight-forward and she felt already like she could trust him.  He wasn't
making false promises and he genuinely seemed concerned about making a fair
trade for both.  She wondered what he would be like when it came time for
her to pay up.  Would he be rough, gentle, polite, kinky?  She had no idea,
but guessed he was the type who always got his money's worth.  Business
guys usually were like that.

   Ben and Ty came back two hours later.  Ty had showered and shaved and
packed.  Cori also showered and prepped for her big day.  She'd move into
her new apartment with Ty and most certainly fuck Harris.  She wasn't going
to be on campus in his office, so there was no reason to be coy.  She
wanted to make a good impression on him, let him know she was approaching
the evening with the right attitude, so, of course, she dressed for the
occasion.

   Since she was going back to school, what better theme than to put on a
school uniform?  Of course, Cori's school uniform had been modified
significantly by her friends at the shop.  John always joked that he had
graduated from the School of Hard Knocks and Cori's uniform was fit only
for the School of Hard Cocks.  Indeed, other than the barely there slings
the guys had taken to, Cori could think of no other outfit that routinely
received more appreciation than this one.

   It all started with the feet and just got better as you went up.  She
wore bright red heels with straps over the toes and around the ankle.  She
also wore white bobbi socks, the frills just above the ankle strap.  Her
long, sculpted legs were on display in her extreme mini red and black plaid
skirt.  It was just long enough to cover her ass when she was standing up
and just touched the tops of her thighs, covering her pussy as well.  She
wore a white g-string underneath, wearing it high on her hips to make sure
that her whale tail was visible at all times.  Guys loved that, she knew.
Her shirt had been specially tailored.  It was a white blouse like a
schoolgirl might wear, with three major modifications.  One, it had no
buttons.  Two, it was cut so short that it only reached to just below her
breasts.  And three, it was too small to even reach in the front.  The guys
had always bought Cori's clothes a size or two too small, but in this case,
they had gone extreme.  So, there were two options to hold it closed.  One
was to tie the ends together at the bottom.  They barely reached and the
knot was constantly being strained by the force and strain of her tits
pushing to bust free.  So, she often went with the other option, which was
to clip the bottom ends together with a safety pin.  She chose a bright red
one which matched her shoes and skirt and also stood out against the white
top, drawing added attention to the fact that one tiny little pin was all
that was keeping her tits in check.  Her nipples stretched the shirt even
further and her nipple rings were clearly evident.

   She wore a thin red leather choker that said, in white letters, "S is
for Slut." Her lipstick was bright red and she had her hair in a ponytail
with bright red ribbon.  For effect, she had a red plastic lollipop as
well. It had a cherry flavored coating on it which made it enjoyable to
suck on and the fact that it was plastic made it possible for her to suck
on it all day long.  They guys had found it in a sex toy magazine and had
ordered a case of them.  She had packed about a dozen in her bag since they
took up little room and always seemed to be crowd pleaser.  She was
confident Harris would enjoy watching her wrap her lips and tongue around
this one.  She might even stuff it inside her pussy for him, then lick off
her juices.  She was feeling horny already.  This outfit always made her
feel sexy.

   She saw the lust in the eyes of Ben and Ty as they helped load up her
bags.  She wondered if they would try to bang her one more time before they
left.  As horny as she was right now, she hoped not.  She was tired from
the nearly all-night session and the travel and she wanted to look clean
and fresh for Harris tonight, too.

   Ben seemed tired and a little sad and Ty was tired, but clearly excited.
Neither of them tried anything, so Cori slept during the ride to the
airport, gave Ben a long hug and kiss, then boarded the private jet with
Ty. The captain eyed Cori hungrily, but figured she was with Ty and made no
advances or comments.  Ty and Cori both slept during the entire flight,
waking up when they touched down.  Once again, Anthony was there to pick
them up.  If he was shocked by Cori's appearance, he didn't show it.  Even
though Harris had assured discretion, she suspected that Anthony and maybe
Darren and Sandy had at least some idea of the nature of her situation. 
Either that or they had been exceptionally well trained not to ask
questions.  Anthony loaded all their bags and invited them to relax in the
back seat.  Ty was awake now, anticipating his new life with Cori, who
slept with her head in his lap.  His cock ached for her and soon she had to
shift positions or risk having his cock puncture her ear drum as it rose to
its full length.

   He wanted so badly to unzip his pants and take her mouth right there,
but he decided to wait.  He would have greater access to her than ever
before, he reminded himself, he could be patient and let her rest.  His
first priority was her well-being.  Not that his cock ripping through her
ass or choking her throat were all that beneficial to her, but they both
knew he would never hurt her and he intended to make sure no one else did
as well.

   He studied her body, those big firm tits spilling out of that top, that
narrow waist, that delicious ass and those perfect legs, all stretched out
on the seat.  If he was going to be a bodyguard, he couldn't picture a
better body to guard.

   He wasn't opposed to her doing what she had to do to earn her
scholarship, but he had seen what Chad and others had tried to do and
feared there would be more.  It was hard for a man to have a taste of Cori,
then just let her walk away.  She was addictive.  Once you got a little bit
of that pussy or felt that mouth on your cock, it was all you could think
about.  He knew.  He was addicted.  He had gone through withdrawals for a
few weeks, but now he had a permanent fix.

   He looked down and saw that a little drool was seeping out of her mouth
onto his crotch.  He tried not to think about how good it felt when she was
going down on him, how much he loved putting his hand on the back of her
head and watching her swallow him whole.  He felt pre-cum leaking out of
his cock, but kept it in his pants.

   When they arrived, he tapped Cori gently and told her it was time to get
up.  She rolled from her side to her back, no doubt feeling his bulge on
the back of her head.  She looked up at him and smiled.  "Been thinking
about something, have you?" Cori grinned, rolling her head back and forth,
rubbing his cock through his shorts.

   "Nah," Ty grinned, "just admiring the scenery of our new home."

   Cori sat up and looked out the window.  They were on a residential
street near campus and she realized that Anthony was taking them directly
to their new place.  Odd, though, she wasn't seeing any apartments.  These
were all houses.  Anthony pulled up in front of a small home with a nice
green yard and a privacy fence in the back.

   "This is your new place," Anthony told them.

   "Harris said it would be an apartment," Cori said.

   "That was before he knew you were going to have a full-time roommate,"
Anthony said.  "From what I understand, he planned to put you in an
apartment for a few months, then a dorm room.  But, with a roommate, he
figured a house would better suit your needs for space and privacy.  You're
still within walking distance to most spots on campus, so this is a prime
location."

   As they got out of the car and approached the house, an older woman
emerged, smiling and extending her hand.  Cori immediately regretted her
choice of attire, but once again, the woman showed no signs of surprise or
disdain.

   "I'm Ellen," she said warmly, shaking Cori's hand and Ty's.  She looked
to be in her late 50s or early 60s, with thin gray hair, bright brown eyes
and a lively spirit.  "I'm a friend of Dr.  Harris' and have been for
years. He explained that you were in need of a place.  I rent this out to
students and he has already paid for your first three months here.  I must
say, he's a very nice man.  Please, follow me and I'll show you around."

   Ty and Cori just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and
followed her up the walkway while Anthony stayed behind to unload their
bags.

   "This house is 2,500 square feet when you count the basement," Ellen
said.  "As you'll see, it has been fixed up nicely and is fully furnished.
Bob said you would need it to be furnished."

   She showed them the living room, which had a wide, flat-panel TV and a
leather couch and two leather recliners.  The kitchen was modest size with
stainless steel furniture and there was a dining room off to the side. 
Stairs led to the second floor and a large loft.  It had a king size bed,
an oak dresser and end tables.

   "Bob suggested this be your room, Ty," Ellen said.  Ty nodded.  "Good,
I'll show you your room, Cori."

   Ellen led them back downstairs and turned down a hallway they had
skipped earlier on the first floor.  It led to a large master bedroom with
a king-size bed.  On it sat two large packages wrapped in red and white
paper.  Cori ignored them for now, but assumed they were a welcome gift
from Harris.  Very sweet of him, she thought.  There was a large TV and
Cori noticed a mirror on the ceiling above the bed.  She wondered if Harris
just had that installed or if the previous college kids had done it.

   The master bath had a stand-alone shower with a bench to sit on and a
full garden tub.  A large walk-in closet had more than enough room for even
Cori's extensive wardrobe and collection of shoes, but what was
eye-catching was the labels.  Harris had apparently had metal plates
printed and installed throughout the closet, dividing the racks into
separate sections with labels like: thongs and g-strings, halter tops, tube
tops, mini skirts, dresses, swimsuits, lingerie, shorts, etc.

   "Looks like he has a wardrobe already in mind for you," Ty laughed.

   "He's a very organized man," Ellen said.  "Would you like to see the
basement?"

   She led them downstairs to the finished basement which had a large
leather sectional, another large-screen TV with a brand new video game
system and surround sound speakers.  There was a full bar and refrigerator,
a pool table and another full bath.  A treadmill and small workout bench
sat off to the side.  A door opened to the backyard, where there was an
in-ground pool, hot tub and grill.  A large deck overlooked the yard, with
stairs leading up from the patio to the deck, which opened back into the
house through the kitchen.

   "This place is amazing," Cori said.  "I can't believe we get to live
here."

   "Bob is very generous," Ellen said, "and he seemed determined to spare
no expense on you.  I'm sure you'll perform well at your job and an in
school to earn this opportunity he is providing you."

   "I will try," Cori said, wondering just how much Ellen knew about what
was going on.  With Cori dressed the way she was, she had to know, didn't
she?

   "Well, if you ever need anything, please call me," Ellen said. 
"Otherwise, all I ask is that you take care of the place, mow the yard,
clean the pool, pick up around the house.  Just treat it with a little
respect and we'll have no problems." I feel the same way, Cori thought.

   "We'll take care of it," Ty said.  "Thank you, ma'am."

   Ellen left and Ty and Cori went about unpacking their stuff.

   "What's in the packages?" Ty asked Cori later, peaking into her room and
watching her hang up her clothes, most of which were ones the guys had
bought her at the shop.  He noticed she was putting them in the closet
according to the sections Harris had laid out.

   "Oh, you know, I haven't even looked yet," Cori said.  "Guess I should
open them, huh?  He'll probably be here soon.  It would be good if I knew
what to thank him for."

   She sat down and picked up the first package.  It was a large box but
not all that heavy.  It rattled when she shook it.  She opened it and
inside was an assortment of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and other toys
along with a couple of bottles of baby oil and KY jelly.

   `Subtle," Ty grinned.  "I think your boy might be a little horny by the
time he gets here.  Seems he's put a lot of thought into this and you. 
Might be a kinky ol' prof, huh?"

   "Might be," Cori said.  "I wonder what's in the other box."

   "Whips and chains," Ty laughed.

   "Oh, I hope not," Cori giggled.  "What have I gotten myself into?" she
laughed.  She opened the box and inside was a gift certificate for a store
and a note that read, "They specialize in women's business attire.  As I'm
sure you have few business suits, please use this to buy what you need for
your job." There were two cards, which turned out to be gym memberships for
both her and Ty.

   "Well, I guess the video you sent him really inspired him," Ty said,
referring to the workout video Cori had sent with her college application.

   Finally, there was another small bag inside the box with a note that
read, "don't freak out." Cori opened the bag and inside was a chain leash
attached to a leather collar.

   "Yep, he's kinky all right," Cori said, shaking her head.  She wasn't
the least bit upset.  "Freak out?  I guess he doesn't fully understand my
recent sexual history," she laughed again.

   Just then the doorbell rang.  They went together to answer it.  It was
Harris.

   "Hello," he said, entering with a big smile, his eyes devouring Cori,
stopping momentarily to study the safety pin holding her top together.

   "I'm Bob Harris," he said, extending his hand to Ty.  "You must be Ty."

   "Yes, sir," Ty said.  "Pleasure to meet you.  Thank you for allowing me
to stay here."

   "No, thank you for helping take care of her," Harris said, allowing his
eyes to gaze at her perfect body once more.

   "Thanks for setting us up with this house, too," Cori said.  "It's
perfect."

   "No problem," Harris said.  "I'm working on getting you a car, too, but
I don't have one yet.  I did, however, bring over some dinner.  I thought
you might be hungry."

   "Wow, thanks," Cori said.

   Ty went to Harris' car and brought back two large bags from a local
Italian restaurant.  When he got back inside the house, he found Harris
already kissing Cori, his hands squeezing her ass.  It made Ty a little
jealous, sure, but he was used to this from the shop.  He had shared Cori
with lots of others before.  Though he would have liked her all to himself,
that wasn't possible right now.  He was happy as long as he got his share
and no one hurt her.  Besides, it was definitely a turn on to watch her in
action anytime.

   He set the food out on the table and they sat and talked.  Ty and
Harris, despite having little in common besides their lust for Cori, got
along well and developed a quick trust.  Ty believed Harris was a man of
his word.  He didn't want any trouble and he didn't want to hurt Cori.  He
was just in a position to get some prime pussy and he was taking advantage.
Ty had no problem with that.  Likewise, Harris understood that Ty's motives
to protect Cori were genuine - sure, he wanted to fuck her too, but it was
obvious Ty cared for her too much to just be using her.  With that
understanding in place, Ty excused himself to his room upstairs, promising
that he wouldn't be back down until morning.

   That left Harris with Cori for the rest of the night.  "I'm just going
to stay here tonight," Harris said.  "Since you don't have a car, I'll
drive you to your job."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "You've been terrific.  This place, the job,
understanding about Ty - oh, and the gifts."

   "Just wanted to show you I was committed to upholding my end of the
bargain," Harris said.

   "I am too," Cori said softly, licking her lips.  "That's why I wore this
for you.  Do you like it?" She stood up and turned around as if he hadn't
looked at her from every angle already.

   "Yeah," Harris said.  "It's perfect.  Why don't you bend over a little
bit, remind me again how flexible you are."

   Cori bent over at the waist, sticking her ass out at him.  She pulled on
her g-string, making it rub between her pussy lips.  She spread her legs
out wide and dropped into a perfect splits, looking back at him over her
shoulder.  He had his cock out, stroking it.

   "No more masturbating for you," she wagged her finger at him.  "Any time
this happens," she pointed at his erection, "you come see me and I'll take
care of it." She stood up and gently grabbed his cock, pulling him toward
her.  He stood up and she led him by the cock down the hallway to her
bedroom.  She bent over the end of the bed, his cock still in her hand as
she guided it toward her ass.  She felt his hands on her, pushing her skirt
up and sliding her g-string out of the way.  He unbuckled his pants and let
them drop to the floor, stepping out of them and right up behind his newest
coed cunt.

   His cock was a sturdy 7-incher that filled Cori up nicely.  She humped
back against him as he inserted his rod into her velvety sleeve.  He had
his hands on her narrow waist, setting up a steady rhythm as he drilled her
pussy for the first of what promised to be many times.

   "So, S is for slut, huh?" he teased, referring to her collar.

   "That's what it says," Cori giggled.  "Do you like me being your slut,
Mr.  Harris?"

   "I sure do," he said, grunting and thrusting.  "We probably need to get
you a collar for every letter.  Let's see if we can think of enough things.
A is for ass, b is for balls, c is for cunt, d is for deep throat, e is for
..."

   "Every day!" Cori squealed, thrusting back against him.  Her pussy was
sizzling, cooking his cock inside its steamy oven.  "And F is for fuck! 
Oh, harder, please!"

   Harris bent over and squeezed her tits through her little white blouse,
tempted to rip it off.  But he remembered that it was a custom top that he
definitely wanted to see her in again., so he restrained himself, instead
reaching inside and pulling on her nipple rings while he drove his cock
into her as hard as he could.

   "G is for gag and h is for horny," he chanted to the rhythm of his
thrusts.  "I is for I love cock and J is for jism."

   "I is for I love cock and J is for Jism.  K is for kiss," Cori added,
moaning.  "L is for lick.  M is for me!"

   "No, no," he laughed, "nice try.  M is for meat and n is for naughty.  O
is for..."

   "Orgasm!" Cori whimpered.  She was getting so close.  Please, don't cum
yet, you bastard, she thought to herself.  Make me cum!  "Oh, oh, please,
yes, yes..."

   "P is for pussy," Harris said, lowering his voice, slowing his pace,
exactly the opposite of what she wanted from him.  "Q is for quim and r is
for rack and s is for suck and t is for tits.  U is for ... U get to cum
now!" Suddenly, he started hammering her pussy again while reaching around
her leg and massaging her clit with his hand.  He grabbed one of the dildos
off the bed and squirted KY jelly on it, then slid it up her ass.  That
brought her over the edge and she heaved and humped, her toned legs and
firm ass never yielding while orgasm racked her body.

   "V is for vagina," Harris said softly again, "which is cumming all over
me.  W is for wank and x is for x-rated."

   Harris watched the amazing girl cum right before his eyes, her body
undulating, her tawny skin so perfect and soft and glistening.  He found
her irresistible.  He was glad he wasn't limited to five times a week.  He
wasn't sure if five times a day would be enough.  He wanted more than
anything to watch her swallow his cum.  He pulled out and was surprised to
see that she anticipated what he wanted before he said a word.  Experienced
little slut, wasn't she?

   She knelt before him, putting her face right against his cock, letting
his mushroom head rest on her forehead and his balls on her mouth.  She
licked at them playfully and he slapped his cock against the side of her
cheek, then stuffed it inside of her mouth.  He came the second he felt her
tongue on his shaft and sent a massive flood of cum into her mouth and down
her throat.  He didn't even have to suggest or ask that she swallow it. 
She just did, licking him clean and sucking him dry before looking up at
him and smiling and saying, "Y is for yummy."

   "And z is for zippity-doo-dah," Harris laughed.  He hadn't been this
happy in years.  And he planned to be very happy for at least the next
couple of years while Cori was here.

   "Can I take this out of my ass now?" Cori asked, wiggling her ass and
showing him the dildo sticking halfway out of it.

   "No," Harris grinned.  "It stays there until I'm ready to put something
else in it.  Which, judging by how hot you are, will probably be about a
minute."

   "Anything I can do to speed things up?" she asked, licking her lips
hungrily.  Damn, this bitch really wants to earn her scholarship, Harris
thought.

   "I don't know, but you're welcome to try," he said, laying back and
letting her lick and suck on his wet, flaccid cock.  He fumbled with the
safety pin on her shirt and undid it, pulling her shirt gently off and
tossing it on the floor.  He fondled her bare tits, tugging on her nipple
rings while she gave him her undivided oral attention.  Sure enough, in
just a few minutes she brought his cock back to life with her own amazing
version of CPR.

   "Do you have that collar and leash?" Harris asked.

   "Of course," Cori said.  "And don't worry, it didn't freak me out at
all. Would you like me to wear it for you?  Be your little bitch?  You can
pet me and tell me I'm a good dog and maybe give me a treat."

   "Or I can scold you and spank you if you're a bad puppy."

   "Arf, arf," Cori barked, sitting up on her knees and holding her hands
like paws.  She stuck her tongue out and panted.

   "Go get your leash, bitch," Harris said, patting her on the head.

   Cori knew it was on the floor in the corner and slid sensuously off the
bed, then dropped to her knees and crawled slowly over to the leash. 
Lowering her head, she picked it up in her mouth and brought it back to
him, sitting up next to the bed, the leash clenched between her teeth.

   "Good pet," he said, patting her head again.  "Would you like to go for
a walk, bitch?"

   "Arf, arf!" Cori chirped.

   "Good girl." He put the collar on her neck on top of the S is for Slut
collar she already wore.  He led her toward the back door and out into the
backyard.  It was dark now and with the security fence surrounding them,
there was no danger of being seen.

   "I would have taken you in the front yard and around the block," Harris
said, watching his pet crawl obediently behind him, "but I can't risk being
seen with you like this.  We'll have to keep our public appearances to a
minimum and they must always appear to be perfectly normal
administrator-student interaction.  Understand?"

   "Arf!" Cori yelped.  Already this was a change of pace.  She was used to
being shown off as much as possible.  She had no doubt Harris wished to do
the same - all men seemed to like that - but she understood why he
couldn't. She found herself a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be
prancing around for him in public, displaying herself as his trophy.  Of
course, she knew Ty would still do that when time permitted.  She wondered
what the other administrators from the university Harris had spoken of
would do with her.  Discretion would be key for them too.  Plus, Harris had
said he wanted her to appear and act like a regular student.  Yes, this was
going to be different indeed.  Well, she'd have time to get used to it,
with a few months working a regular job in a real office where sex played
no role.  She was both anxious and nervous to see how it would go.  She
always felt like she was smart enough to do the job, but now she was going
to be walking on the high-wire without her safety net - her body.  Could
she really hold up in a professional setting using nothing more than her
brains and intuition and personality?

   Well, that answer would have to wait until tomorrow because at the
moment, it was clear Harris was indifferent to everything but her body.  He
led her around the pool, constantly looking back to check out her bare tits
hanging down.  He stopped her and removed her skirt and adjusted her
g-string so it fit snugly over the end of the dildo in her ass, helping
hold it in place.  Of course, her tight ass muscles were also doing a good
job of that and there was no danger of the dildo slipping out of her before
Harris said it was OK.

   He led her toward the patio and had her sit up and beg for him, rubbing
her cheek against the crotch of his shorts.  He sat in a lounge chair and
said, "Time to test your obedience," he said.  "Crawl to the grass."

   "Arf!" Cori barked, crawling slowly away from him, giving him a good
view of her ass as she reached the grass about 15 feet away from where he
sat.

   "Roll over," he said.  Cori dropped to the cool grass and rolled over,
keeping her hands up under her chin like little paws.

   "Play dead."

   She rolled on her back and held her legs and arms limply in the air,
knowing he was studying her nearly nude body.  She pictured his cock
getting hard again and looked forward to a chance to please this generous,
mysterious man once more.

   "Sit.  Good.  Now stay." Harris walked back into the house and returned
a minute later with a bowl of water and another dildo.  "Come.  Drink."

   Cori crawled forward and lowered her head, drinking from the bowl he set
on the patio.  She lapped at the water, knowing what he wanted to see was
her tongue sticking out to lap up a precious liquid, savoring the taste and
swallowing it.  He wanted to see her hungry and thirsty and needing it so
badly.  She gave him just what he wanted and turned happily when he said,
"Fetch."

   She saw him toss the dildo a few feet into the grass and crawled after
it.  When she reached it, she picked it up in her mouth like a dog carrying
a bone.  Then, she had a better idea.  Using only her mouth, she set it
carefully back down on the smooth patio, trying to balance it on its flat
end.  The dildo started to fall over, but before she could, she had the
head of it in her mouth and pinned it against the patio as she went down on
it, taking nearly the whole 8 inches in her mouth and throat.

   "Good dog!" Harris exclaimed as she crawled back toward him.  She had a
dildo deep in her mouth, another deep in her ass and a chain trailing
behind her.  "I bet you want to chew on that bone for a while, don't ya,
girl?"

   "Arrf," Cori tried to yelp through the dildo.

   "Well, why don't you just hop up here in my lap and let me pet you while
you chew your bone?"

   Cori put her hands on him like paws and then hopped into his lap,
curling her legs up under her and nestling herself into his lap.  His hands
instantly went to her tits and ass, then her pussy.  Soon, he was pulling
on her nipple rings and dipping his fingers in her pussy, occasionally
petting the soft lips gently or giving the dildo in her ass a couple good
push-and-pulls.  Cori did her best to follow orders, letting the dildo
slide out of her mouth a little bit so she could chew and chomp on, trying
to imitate a dog.

   "You're an excellent pet," Harris said finally, pulling the dildo out of
her mouth and tossing it aside.  He did the same with the one in her ass.
Time to replace it with something, Cori thought, remembering his words. 
"Get down."

   Cori slid off the chair and sat up next to him on her knees.  He got out
of the chair and dumped the water out of the water dish.  Holding onto it,
he grabbed her leash and pulled her toward the grass.  He did so with a bit
more urgency this time and Cori scrambled to keep up as she felt the collar
tighten around her neck.  He led her the darkest part of the yard where the
streetlights and exterior lights from other houses did not reach.  Only the
light of the quarter moon lit the way as he dropped her leash and the dish
and told her to stay.  She sat on all fours and he moved behind her,
sliding her g-string to the side once more.  Her ass was well-stretched and
well-lubed from the dildo and he slid relatively easily into her.  He was
silent, so she was too, sensing that he wanted her to be quiet, not daring
to draw attention.

   That's the way they remained for the first several minutes, Cori
grunting softly as she took his cock - which was no match for Ty's, but
enough to fill her ass nonetheless.  He moved back and forth deliberately,
taking his time this time.  He stopped to reach around and grab the leash,
jerking her head up and forcing her to arch her back and drive her ass
harder against him.  Then he dropped it and pulled it along the underside
of her body.  He reached between her legs and grabbed the handle, which was
a loop made of soft leather.  He rubbed it against her pussy and she jerked
as the leather rubbed across her clit.  Then, he stuffed it inside her,
pushing his fingers deep into her pussy until the chain from her collar to
her cunt was perfectly taut.

   That accomplished, he resumed his reaming of her ass.  He remained
silent all this time, but his lust was growing every second and he wanted
to keep living the bitch as pet fantasy until its glorious climax.  "You're
a good little bitch," he grunted, thrusting harder.  "You're such a good
pet.  You'd do anything to please your master, wouldn't you?"

   "Arf," Cori whimpered, still thinking he wanted her to be quiet.  After
all, his voice was low, a firm whisper.

   "What?" he growled.

   "Arf!" she said louder.

   "I still can't hear you," he whispered.  "When I say speak, I expect you
to bark, bitch." He spanked her hard once on her ass cheek to emphasize the
point and she responded as ordered.

   "Arf!  Arf!  Arf!" she chanted and panted.  The louder she got, the
harder he fucked.  He was loving this, she knew, and soon she was
practically screaming.  Her voice was crying into the night as he
wordlessly fucked her ass in the middle of the back yard.

   "Shut that dog up!" a neighbor yelled.  Cori kept barking until Harris
pinched her ass and she yelped as if someone had jerked her chain.  She
stopped barking, but Harris didn't stop pounding.  He made sure she knew
who the master was, dominating her ass with a powerful flurry of
piston-like strokes that eventually climaxed in flood of cum.  He
splattered it all into the empty water dish while Cori turned around and
offered to clean him with her mouth.  He accepted the offer and then led
her back to the patio.  He turned on the patio light and sat the dish full
of cum on the patio.

   "Drink up, bitch," he said, patting her head.  Cori dipped her head to
the dish and lapped at the pools of cum that had collected there, looking
up at him each time she got a mouthful, showing it to him before she
swallowed and went back for more.