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 THE HARD BODY CLERK: CONTINUING EDUCATION BY DL SLOAN CHAPTER 9 (PART 2):
TRICKS AND TREATS

   The next morning, Cori awoke first and squirmed out from underneath Ty
to get in the shower.  When she came out, she wasn't surprised to see
Jordan on all fours, Ty kneeling behind her, slamming her ass with vicious
thrusts of his cock.

   By the time Cori got dressed, Ty and Jordan were showering together. 
Cori had asked them to take her to work and help her set up for the day. 
She planned to get in about an hour early, hoping that would be enough time
to set up for the Halloween party.

   Cori started the day wearing what she was going to call her "Submissive
Barbie" costume, but she planned to wear several costumes before the day
was over.  As Submissive Barbie, Cori - in the spirit of Halloween -- wore
a neon orange halter top that squeezed her tits together, a black
wraparound skirt, orange g-string and clear stilettos.  Across her tube
top, "Trick Me" was spelled out in black letters.  She put her hair in a
pony tail, added red lipstick and pulled her skirt up to show off the
bottom of her ass and make her legs look impossibly long.

   They got to the office a few minutes before seven and, after a quick
explanation that Ty and Jordan were there to help set up for a party,
Harold let them in.  The next 45 minutes was a flurry of activity as the
three of them laid out Cori's other outfits in the break room, set up the
games and activities for the day and, finally, put together the makeshift
box that Cori would be inside when her co-workers arrived.  Ty and Jordan
put the box in the middle of the large work area near Cori's desk.  On the
outside of the box, they taped printed signs that said "Submissive Barbie"
and "Open with Care" and "See inside for instructions for use" and "No
batteries required." The largest sign read, "Do NOT open until ALL
employees have arrived."

   They laid the box on its side with Cori laying inside it.  Through a
couple of small air holes, she gave them the OK and Ty and Jordan left. 
Not more than five minutes later, the guys started coming in.  Douglas, as
usual was first and chuckled when he saw the box.  He knew Cori was inside,
of course, and said loudly, "Mmm, I sure love to play with dolls." He heard
Cori giggle and went to put on a pot of coffee.

   As the others arrived, they read the signs on the box, laughing and
joking about things they liked to do with dolls, how Barbie was a hot
little slut with a great body and how jealous Ken was going to be when she
came home with cum all over her.  Cori laughed along, but when the last of
the guys arrived and they opened the box, she got immediately into her
"doll" character and put on a straight face with just a hint of a smile and
her best blank stare.  She kept her body limp as the guys pulled her from
the box and lay her in the middle of the floor.  Barry pulled off the piece
of paper that was taped to her belly and said "IMPORTANT: READ THE
INSTRUCTIONS FIRST." They all pulled their conference table chairs around
her in a semicircle as Barry read the note.  Cori stared straight up at the
ceiling, doing her best to maintain her expression and give the impression
of being a real doll.

   Barry read the instructions aloud: "Congratulations!  You are now the
proud and lucky owner of the very first `Submissive Barbie Doll."
Submissive Barbie looks like the Barbie you knew growing up, but she acts
like the one you always wanted her to be.  She is a nymphomaniac,
cock-sucking sex freak who will wantonly obey your every command.  She is
flexible, obedient and literally yours to do with as you please.  Tie her
up, share her with your friends, put her on a leash and take her for a
walk, play dress up or tear her clothes to shreds - it's all up to you. 
Submissive Barbie comes with an assortment of clothes which have been
provided in the break room.  Whatever your fantasy, Submissive Barbie has
the outfit, body and attitude to bring it to life.

   "Submissive Barbie is self-cleaning and is made to be used over and over
and over again," Barry continued.  "Special voice-activation technology
allows her to respond to any commands so long as she is addressed as
Barbie, Slut, Cunt, Whore, Bitch or Babe.  As in, `Slut, suck my cock and
lick my ass.' No batteries required!  Just say the words and watch her go.

   "As you explore your new toy, look for the three secret buttons that,
when pressed, pulled, twisted, rubbed, licked, etc., will draw pleasure
responses from your doll such as groans, moans and giggles.  Get good
enough at it and you might even unlock the key to your doll's orgasm mode!
It's hours of entertainment and your satisfaction is 100 percent
guaranteed. Just remember, there is only one Submissive Barbie, so please
take good care of her.  Slapping, beating or otherwise abusing her will
drastically reduce the amount of time you will be able to enjoy this
one-of-a-kind toy.  And please don't be selfish - this toy can be played
with by any number of you and your friends.  Have fun!"

   "Well guys," Barry said, tossing the paper aside, "I say we see how this
new toy works.  But before we all start yelling at once, how about we go
around the circle and each give her a command?  I'll start.  `Bitch, sit up
on your knees with your hands behind your back, back straight and tits
out.'"

   Cori, stone-faced, rose slowly but obediently to her knees, clasping her
hands behind her back, fixing her gaze on the bulletin board on the wall
behind them, making sure not to look at any of them directly.  She
straightened her back and arched it slightly, displaying her tits in that
orange halter top.

   To this point, Cori had only heard her co-workers and caught glimpses of
them out of the corner of her eye.  She knew they had all dressed up for
Halloween, but she wasn't sure what their costumes were.  Now, still
looking straight ahead at the bulletin board, she could see that Douglas
was dressed as a vampire and Barry was a werewolf.  Good costumes, she
thought.  She couldn't see the others yet, though she caught herself
wishing she could see Wes, trying to guess how he was dressed - and
thinking naughtily about undressing him.

   "Slut, get on all fours like a dog," Douglas ordered next.  "Make sure
your legs are spread and wag that tail high in the air."

   Cori leaned forward and rested her weight on her hands, then spread her
knees apart and lowered her upper torso until her tits were just touching
the floor and her ass was a few inches higher than the rest of her body. 
Her ass and pussy - barely covered by the orange g-string - were no longer
covered at all by the tiny skirt, which rode up high on her hips.  Her
breasts felt heavy in the tiny halter top and she thought they might pop
the one button holding them in or simply burst out the top.

   They enjoyed this view for a few minutes, each guy circling around her,
taking it in from all angles.  Still staring straight ahead, Cori saw Greg,
Jason and Wes pass in front of her gaze.  Greg was dressed as a football
player, Jason was a doctor and Wes was in what looked to be a superhero
outfit.  Oh, my hero, what secret powers do you possess, she thought, ready
to be a very grateful damsel in distress or harshly punished criminal
brought to justice by a manhood of steel.

   Her brief fantasy ended when Greg said, "Whore, stand up and bend over
at the waist, legs straight, shoulder-width apart, hands flat on the
floor." Cori, ever flexible, assumed the position with ease and had no
problem holding it.

   "New rule, guys," Wes said.  "Any documents signed by Cori must be
signed with the paper flat on the floor and her bent over just like this."

   "Yeah, and every document that passes through this office should have
her signature on it," Jason added.

   Oh, my naughty boy, Cori grinned, proud of him for speaking up and for
coming up with such a fun idea.

   "Cunt, pull your tits out of the top of your halter top and do 20
jumping jacks," Jason ordered next.  Cori stood up straight, left the
halter top fastened and used her fingers to pull her tits out through the
opening in the top.  By leaving the top fastened, she forced her tits to
sit even higher on her chest and the sides of the top squeezed them
together.  They bounced up and down and slapped together as she completed
the task, her gaze never wavering even as she felt her nipples grow harder
in the cool room.

   When she was done, she stopped with her hands to her side, her breasts
heaving as she caught her breath.  "Babe," Wes said.  "Do the splits." Cori
wasn't surprised that he had used the most polite of the words they were to
use to address her.  Her shy boy was polite and kind at heart, she knew,
and she felt both proud and a bit dirty for bringing out both the best and
worst in him.  She could sense he was growing more confident, which was
good.  But was it really so good that he was now coming up with ideas like
making her bend over to sign papers?  Maybe, maybe not.  Regardless, he
wanted her to do the splits and she obliged, spreading her legs until her
barely covered pussy pressed against the floor, her toes pointed up, her
ass cheeks touching the floor as well.

   The guys were now randomly touching themselves, their cocks stirring. 
Cori had plans for the afternoon, but she had left the morning wide open to
let them do what they wanted with her - she knew they would be so jacked up
for today that she wanted to allow them a chance for that initial release.

   Barry stepped forward and squeezed her tits.  When his hand brushed over
her nipples, Cori moaned, though she maintained her doll-eyed expression.
"Found two of the secret buttons," Barry chuckled.

   "I got a pretty good idea where the third one is too," Jason added.  He
knelt in front of her and fished his fingers inside her g-string, rubbing
them over her clit.  She moaned right on cue.

   "Hey guys, check out these clothes," Wes called out.  He was in the
break room, admiring the array of fantasy outfits Cori had brought with
her. There was a naughty nurse uniform, a cheerleader uniform, a catsuit, a
schoolgirl outfit, a ballerina costume and various pieces of lingerie and
fetish gear, including a leash, a ball gag, handcuffs and an assortment of
dildos and vibrators.

   "Damn, I want to dress her in this," Greg said, holding up the slutty
chearleader outfit.

   "No, let's try this," Jason said, showing the naughty nurse costume.

   "I got an idea," Wes said, again surprising Cori by speaking up.  "How
about we each pick out a different outfit to dress her in.  You get to
dress her yourself and then get 30 minutes in Mrs.  Benson's office to act
out your fantasy."

   "I like it," Barry said, holding up the schoolgirl outfit.  It was clear
he meant both the idea and the clothes.

   "Who goes first?" Douglas asked.  He was sifting through the lingerie,
apparently already piecing together an outfit in his mind.

   "Ever hear of musical chairs?" Barry asked.  "How about musical cocks?"

   "What's that?"

   "We play a song and Cori - er, Barbie - sits in the middle of us as we
go around in a circle.  You put your cock in her mouth for two seconds,
then take it out and the next guy goes.  To keep track, we all count out
loud.  Whoever's cock is in her mouth when the music stops gets to go first
and so on.  If the music stops in between cocks, whoever's cock was next in
line gets the spot."

   "Sounds good," Greg said.  "But who's going to do the music?"

   "Thought about that," Barry said.  "Hugh should be here soon, right?"

   "The courier?" Douglas asked.  "Yeah, he always brings the paychecks by
8:30.  Should be here any minute."

   "So, I bet he'd play the music for us," Barry said.

   "What's in it for him?" Wes asked.

   "The paper said this toy was to be shared," Barry grinned.  "I say he
plays the music, he gets sixth turn.  Agreed?"

   They all nodded.  Cori, during all of this, sat motionless on the floor,
still doing her splits and staring glassy-eyed at the bulletin board.  She
was finding it hard not to smile, though, because this was exactly what she
had hoped would happen - well, she didn't know about Hugh - but about the
guys acting out different fantasies with her one at a time.  The different
outfits and the doll idea were designed to lead them in that direction and
it had worked - it was her idea, but they thought it was their own.  30
minutes each times six meant three hours.  That would take them right up
until lunch.  After lunch was the party.  She felt confident that she was
going to be able to keep them entertained and happy all day long without -
hopefully - having to make another naked trip through the parking lot or
being gang-banged in the stairwell.  Not that those events had been all
bad, but they were risky, embarrassing and dragged her closer to losing her
job, her scholarship and her opportunity.  The way to avoid all that was a
well-thought out, sufficiently wild and kinky party, nicely confined to the
office.  So far, the plan was working.  She heard their musical cocks idea
and hoped Wes' would be first and that Hugh wouldn't turn out to be some
jerk.  She figured she hadn't seen him before if all he was doing was
dropping off checks because he'd just stop at Douglas' desk and be gone
without ever entering the main part of the office.

   They put Cori's outfit back together, covering her tits and pussy once
again.  Douglas met Hugh out by the elevator a few minutes later and
quickly explained the situation and just what they were offering him.  As
soon as Hugh heard the deal and saw Cori through the glass wall, he agreed
and the game was on.

   Cori got her first look at Hugh when he approached her - at Douglas'
invitation - and tentatively touched her nipples.  Cori groaned
appropriately and Hugh smiled, nodding his approval to the rest of the
guys. Hugh was 50 years old, balding with thick glasses and a genuine,
broad smile and a beer belly that suggested he liked to have a good time.
The guys all seemed to like him and Cori could see why - he came across as
that crazy uncle everyone has who lives life to the fullest every minute,
always ready for something new and fun and making everyone laugh.  He was
cracking jokes now as the guys took off their pants and started forming a
circle around her.  They were all in such good moods - laughing at his
jokes and looking forward to a day full of play and fucking.  Cori had to
admit, for a guy, it was probably tough to beat a day like this.

   They kept her in her splits as they circled around her.  Hugh sat at one
of the desks with his back turned to avoid any hint of favoritism.  His
finger was poised on the mouse on the computer, ready to click play on the
mp3 file and then pause at some random time later.  Before they started,
Barry blindfolded Cori to "add to the fun".  Hugh started playing "Girls,
Girls, Girls" by Mötley Crüe and the first cock pressed against Cori's
willing lips, which parted and gave a sweet kiss.  After a silent three
second count, Hugh jingled his keys and one cock was pulled out and another
inserted.

   "You don't have to be in any hurry, Hugh!" Greg yelled and they all
laughed.  Cori tried to guess whose cock was whose, but lost track as the
guys fell silent, the only sounds in the room now were the music, the quick
jingle of the keys and her sucking lips.  The guys obeyed the time limit
and switched quickly, until one of them - obviously giving in to his
growing lust - grabbed the back of her head and thrust his cock violently
down her throat.  Cori wouldn't have minded if she had been prepared for
it, but she wasn't expecting it and gagged impulsively.  She sputtered as
the music stopped and the other guys chirped at the culprit for his overdue
time.  Cori lifted her blindfold and saw that Wes was next in line.

   "Sorry, Barry, but your time was up," Cori said.  "Whoever was next in
line should get the first spot."

   She wanted to give Wes a wink or grin or something to let him know she
wanted it that way, but she stayed in character, virtually expressionless
but very happy to hear the others joining in and offering their agreement.

   Wes would be first.  Cori put the blindfold back on and the suck-fest
continued, with Greg second, Barry third, then Douglas, Jason and, finally,
Hugh.  Six guys, 30 minutes each.  And, Cori suppressed a smile, Wes got to
go first.

   "I say we dress her out here where we can all watch, then you can take
her into the office and do whatever," Barry suggested.  "The time starts
when you get in the office."

   Cori's blank expression told them she had no objections and Wes promptly
stepped forward with a sheer white catsuit.  He had Cori stand up and, with
everyone standing around her in a semicircle, randomly tugging on their wet
cocks, he approached her with a pair of scissors.  Grinning from ear to
ear, he positioned the scissors carefully between her breasts at the bottom
of the halter top.  He swiftly made a one-inch cut, then made a similar cut
at the top of her breasts.  Finally, he sliced both of the straps that
connected behind her neck so that the tattered top now clung tightly,
connected by only a small strip of fabric between her breasts.  Playfully
flexing his muscles in his superhero costume and cape, Wes gripped both
sides of the top and ripped it apart, flinging it dramatically across the
room as her bare breasts sprang into full view.

   Not even taking time to enjoy the view, Wes dropped to his knees behind
her and sliced through the mini skirt and flung it aside.  Now only the
orange g-string remained.  Opening the scissors, he lifted the back of
g-string away from her ass-cheeks and slid the spread scissors underneath
it, gently resting the narrow string across one of the blades.  The handle
of the scissors balanced on her ass cheeks.  "Barbie," Wes ordered, "pull
your g-string up and down." Cori understood immediately what he intended.
She would be cutting her own thong off.  Fun!

   Wes knelt behind her, holding the scissors steady while Cori gripped the
front of her g-string and pulled up on it, yanking it between her pussy
lips.  Then she let go, letting the skin-tight garment snap back against
her sensitive flesh.  Then she pulled up again, continuing to saw the thin
strap against the dull blade of the scissors and the very sensitive bud of
her clit.  She moaned appropriately as one of her pleasure buttons was
being continually stimulated now and she made no effort to hide the genuine
pleasure she was feeling.  She knew the guys were all horny as hell and
wanted nothing more than to tear into her right now, but she was confident
she matched their level of lust and excitement for the moment.  She
couldn't wait for Wes to take her back and have his way with her.

   It only took about a minute to saw through the little strap and Wes
tossed the little pieces of fabric to Hugh to let the man catch a whiff of
Cori's sweet pussy.  Playing the superhero role, Wes scooped Cori up in his
arms and carried her over to the conference table, gently laying her down.
Cori tried to make her body as limp and limber as possible, acting like a
doll while Wes pulled off her stilettos and began dressing her.

   The catsuit he had selected was a sleek, skin-tight garment made of a
stretchy, thin nylon similar to stockings.  It was tight, white and clingy
and very easy to pull or tear.  This was the sort of item that got worn one
time.  Hell, if Wes didn't rip it off her, her nipples alone were sure to
stretch and tear the top.

   It opened at the waist with a zipper up the back, so Wes started by
sliding it up her long legs, gently tugging and pulling it tight so her
toes pointed and stretched against the material.  The others all gathered
around, watching Wes dress his doll.  They took note, no doubt of her moist
pussy lips and engorged clit and erect nipples - Cori couldn't have hidden
her desire if she wanted to.  They were all respectful of Wes' time,
however, even though it hadn't officially begun yet.  They all kept their
hands to themselves - and their cocks - and gave Wes room to work and play
as he liked.

   Wes ordered her softly but firmly to "Babe, raise your leg" or "Slut,
raise your ass" as he worked the catsuit up her body.  When he got to her
pussy, he rubbed her pussy lips through the catsuit until the fabric grew
damp and began to seep into the crevice between her lips, obscenely
outlining her juicy cameltoe.

   Cori forgot that it had an opening over the belly button until he pulled
it up over her smooth torso.  Then she remembered that it had a slit about
an inch wide and three inches high right over the belly button.  She
remembered that Ty, who had ordered an outfit like this for her back when
they worked together at the shop, described it as a "starter hole".  When
Cori had asked what he meant, he had said, "you know, to grab it and rip
that thing off you - rip it down to get to your pussy or up to get to your
tits or both ways to get to everything." She vividly remembered now how he
had attacked a red version of the same outfit like piranha after a fresh
piece of meat.  She wondered if Wes would be as aggressive.  She imagined
him taking his time a little more, unless he was so excited he just
couldn't wait.  From the corner of her eye she could see his cock bobbing
around, rigid and wet at the tip, and guessed the outfit would be
short-lived once the office door closed.

   He pulled it up over her breasts, pulling the fabric taut and watching
as her dark nipples tented the material.  Then he slid her arms into the
sleeves, sliding her fingers into each the fingers of the gloved ends. 
With feet and gloves built in, this was a complete body stocking as it left
only Cori's navel and head exposed.  It had a very high collar that wrapped
tightly around her neck.  Wes rolled her over onto her belly and zipped it
up to the very top, pulling her hair out of the way to keep from snagging
it in the zipper.  The only thing left was to put her stilettos back on and
Submissive Barbie was dressed and ready to play.

   Wes had her stand up and twirl around, showing off to her horny
admirers. "There's only one way for a slut in a catsuit to get to that
office," Wes grinned.  "Crawl, slut."

   Cori dropped to all fours, bending her arms slightly and sticking her
ass high in the air, trying to mimic a cat with its tail sticking straight
up.  With slow, sensuous moves, Cori channeled her inner cat and slinked
down the hallway toward the office where a major cock-pounding awaited. 
Yes, this kitty was going to have her cream soon.  She fought the urge to
purr, instead mewing like a little lost kitten, looking seductively over
her shoulder at Wes, who followed, hands at his sides, cock rigid and
pointed right at her twitching tail.  He looked ridiculous and oddly sexy
wearing only red tennis shoes and a red cape, the rest of his superhero
costume - including the mask - long-since gone.

   "Looks like this little kitten is lost," Wes boomed in a mock superhero
voice to the rest of the guys.  "I think it's wet and hungry.  I will use
my thunder sword to protect it and feed it.  As a sworn defender of little
lost pussy, I vow that this mission will be a success so that all good
citizens of the city of Manhood may continue to enjoy the company of sweet,
tender pussy."

   Bowing to the mock cheers of his co-workers, Wes followed Cori into the
office and pulled the door shut, glancing at the clock on the wall to keep
track of his time.  Cori was prepared for anything at this point.  She
would remain in character as Submissive Barbie pretending to be a little
lost kitten as long as he wanted or she would be just regular ol' Cori if
her preferred.  He wanted to play games.

   "Here kitty, kitty," he said.  Cori turned, still on her hands and
knees, but now looking up at him, her gaze stopping at his hard cock, then
looking longingly up at his face, which wasn't classicly handsome by any
means, but was cute in its own way.  She meowed, then moved forward and
rubbed her head against his bare leg like a cat rubbing up against its
owner.  She purred softly, then meowed again.

   "You must be hungry," Wes said, bending down to pat her on the head. 
She nuzzled her head against his thigh and spread his legs, letting his
cock point straight at her face.  She licked her lips hungrily and meowed
loudly, as if to say yes.  "Good," Wes said.  "Then eat all you want.  He
stood up, hands on his hips in a classic superhero pose, and looked down as
she raised up on her knees, meowed again and started rubbing her face along
the side of his cock.  Finally, she lapped at the head with her tongue,
pulling back a sticky string of pre-cum, which she followed to the source.
She took him fully in her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth, going
balls deep with every dip of her head.

   She could tell from his excitement and throbbing cock that he wasn't
going to last anywhere near 30 minutes, so she doubled her efforts,
determined to get him off as fast as possible this first time and give him
as much time as possible to recuperate and nail her again before their time
was up.  Wes seemed to read her thoughts - or at least knew what it meant
when the suction doubled, her cheeks hollowing while her tongue performed
seemingly impossible acrobat moves on his shaft and head.  Wes didn't even
think about holding back as he put his hands on her head and held her in
place while he filled her mouth and throat with what felt like the biggest
load he had ever had.  His hungry kitten lapped up every drop, though, and
Wes slumped back in Mrs.  Benson's plush office chair, tapping his lap for
Cori to join him.  She crawled up into his lap, cuddling against him,
purring and licking her lips.

   "Wow, you make a good fucking cat, Cori," Wes said, letting her know
that the role play was over.

   "Thanks, you're a pretty impressive superhero," Cori replied.  "Man of
steel, indeed."

   "Not right now."

   "No, but we've got time.  Let's see if he can make a triumphant return
in time to wield his superpowers and dispense his wonder cream one more
time."

   "I'm game if you are," Wes said, filling his hands with her breasts,
rubbing them through the thin nylon.  Already there were runs in the fabric
where her rigid nipples had scraped against it.  Who needs a starter hole
when you have nipples like these?  Cori wondered to herself.

   Wes put his mouth over the dark shadows of her nipples and sucked them
through the fabric.  He closed his mouth over her right nipple and gently
chewed on it.  As he pulled back, he clenched his teeth and caught the
nylon between them.  Playfully shaking his head like a puppy playing with
an old shoe, he tore a hole with his teeth.  He spat out the bit of fabric
stuck in his teeth and attacked the other breast, a bit more aggressively
this time, tearing a larger hole that left her entire left breast exposed.
Cori's nipples pointed straight up, teasing and triumphant, as if to say,
"See, we knew you couldn't keep us down for long!"

   Wes put his hands inside both of the holes around her breasts and ripped
the fabric to the sides, tearing the top of the catsuit completely open as
he once again attacked her nipples, sucking and chewing on them.  They were
so long and hard and rubbery that they were simply irresistible, and it
didn't hurt that Cori moaned and put her hands behind his head, holding him
tightly against her breasts.  Wes hadn't had a lot of experience with women
- not like his co-workers seemed to - but the little experience he had was
more than enough to tell him that Cori wasn't just another pretty face or
tight body.  She was special - beautiful, for sure, but sexy in so many
ways.  She seemed to be able to read minds and morph into whatever kind of
girl you wanted - slutty, sweet, vulnerable, fun-loving, aggressive,
athletic, feminine.  She had it all and a fantastic smile and attitude and
the sexiest damn giggle he'd ever heard.  And where did she learn to purr
like that.  She could turn him on no matter what she was wearing.  Just her
eyes, her pouty lips and that fuck-me giggle would do it every time.  Throw
in the huge breasts, long legs and rock hard body and it was hard to
imagine not getting a hard-on every time he looked at her.

   He was almost hard again already and he still had 20 minutes left.  He
just hoped he could last longer this time.  Every second he was with her
was precious and it only got better when his cock was hard and she was
working her magic.

   He pushed her back on the conference table and she circled her legs
around him.  The catsuit was still covering the lower half of her body, but
her pussy was so wet that the crotch was soaked and ready to fall apart. 
Wes destroyed it with one quick thrust of his cock, climbing on top of her,
her head in his hands, their noses touching as he drilled her sweet pussy.
Cori groaned and lifted her legs, wrapping them around him, urging him to
deeper and faster as her own orgasm mounted.  She wanted to let the guys
outside know how good Wes was fucking her and started moaning loudly, the
sound of her own erotic groans making her all the hotter.  She pictured the
others huddled outside the door, listening to Wes fuck her.  She wondered
if they could hear the wetness of her pussy as his cock slapped against her
wet lips and her pussy sucked on his shaft.  She knew for sure - even if
they were out by the elevator - that they could hear her moaning.  The
people in the office below probably could too.

   Cori wasn't usually a loud fuck - a screamer.  But some guys liked it
and once in a while it was fun.  In this case, it was for Wes' ego.  It
wasn't fake at all - she was cumming, no doubt about it - but she wanted to
let him and everyone know just how good he was.  And he'd probably feel
even better about it later when the moaning was much quieter later when she
was with the other guys - that's the way she planned to be, at least,
unless one of them requested a screamer.  While Wes was special, she
wouldn't deny the others any of their reasonable requests or pleasures
today either.

   Cori announced her orgasm to Wes, all the guys in the office and
everyone on the third floor and still had enough left in her lungs to let
the guys in the office know when it happened again.  By then, Wes, who was
now dripping with sweat and consumed by lust, was on the verge of
exhaustion.  Her man of steel had proven to be just that, pumping furiously
without slowing or stopping, each thrust just as hard and deep as the last.
Cori had no idea if they had 10 minutes left or had gone over by an hour.
Frankly, she didn't care.  If her man of steel could last until noon and
keep making her cum, she'd let him and pay the others back later.

   Cori hit her third orgasm, which came so quickly that all she could
muster was a simple "Oh God!" and a high-pitched shriek.  Wes pulled out
splattered his second load all over her flat belly, then rolled off,
landing roughly on the thickly carpeted floor.  Cori giggled, catching her
breath.  Wes sat up and saw her running her fingers through his cum on her
flat belly.  What a sight.  What a woman.  She casually lifted her fingers
to her lips and tasted his jism, the smile on her face so genuine that
there was no doubt she loved the taste.  Wes used some of the tattered top
of her catsuit to wipe off the rest of her belly and Cori quickly washed
her face in Mrs.  Benson's executive restroom.

   She glanced at the clock and saw that they had gone a full 15 minutes
over.  Wes had fucked her as hard as anyone besides Ty had ever fucked her
and lasted a full 30 minutes.  He made her cum three times.  All the other
guys in the office kind of pretended to be studs, but she was finding out
that there was a lot more to Wes and his average looks and average cock
than met the eye.

   They walked out, Wes bowing triumphantly as Cori staggered along
playfully behind him, her "fuck-so-hard-I-can-barely-walk" routine only
partially fake.  She looked like she had been ravaged, bare to the waist,
then her catsuit hanging in tatters around her hips and thighs, rips and
tears up and down the legs.

   "Damn, you really tore that pussy up!" Jason said, high-fiving Wes.

   "And from the sound of things, she loved every second," Greg added,
licking his lips.  His turn was next and he was ready.  "And it's just
going to get better and better, baby.  That was just the warm up.  Come
here and let me get you ready for the main event."

   Greg was dressed as a football player, with eye black under his eyes,
shoulder pads, a jersey and even the tight white pants that you could see
his jock strap through.  Fittingly, he had picked out the cheerleading
outfit to dress Cori in.

   "It's game time," Greg said, already in character.  "And I need a little
help warming up from my biggest fan and favorite cheerleader."

   "Go team!" Cori said.

   "That's the spirit," Greg said.  He sat her on top of her desk and
finished ripping off her catsuit and pulled off her stilettos.  She was
completely nude as he began dressing her in the cheerleader outfit.  Cori
remembered that Ty used to like to mess with her by ordering junior sizes
on some things and this was one of them.  The skirt was made for a junior
high cheerleader, not a grown woman with toned thighs, round ass and long
legs like Cori's.  So the skirt was even more pathetic than most of her
outfits.  This one didn't even go all the way around her narrow waist and
Jason and Barry quickly fashioned together a chain of paper clips to bridge
the four-inch gap between the ends of the waist band and Greg used two
safety pins to hold them in place.  He turned the gap so that it was in the
back, perfectly centered around the crack of her ass.  The skirt was
comically short, too.  They had it pulled up as high as they could to reach
around the narrowest part of her waist.  As a result, it fit more like an
apron than a skirt, extending only about a third of the way down her ass
and only the top of her pussy mound.

   The bright red skirt was paired with a tight white spandex tube top that
was stretched so tightly across her breasts that the red lettering that
spelled out "Fuckaneers" - a not-so-clever play on words by Ty, who was a
Buccaneers fan - was wrapped all the way around her sides, under her
armpits.  The actual lettering on her tits was distorted and stretched and
only "ckanee" was visible if she put her arms down.  The tube top would
have fit a much younger girl or a thin, less busty woman, but a grown woman
with 38D breasts was more than the top was built to handle.  It looked like
a rubber band stretched to its limits, about to snap.  Greg put her hair in
a ponytail with a red ribbon tied around it and gave her some red-and-white
saddle shoes with no socks.

   "Now, that's what I call a cheerleader," Greg said, stepping back to
take a good look at his work.  "Give us a little cheer."

   Cori stood up and started bouncing up and down as she yelled, "Give me a
C"!

   "C!"

   "Give me an O!"

   "O"

   "Give me another C!"

   "C!"

   "Give me a K!"

   "K!"

   "What's that spell?"

   "Cock!"

   "What do I want?"

   "Cock!"

   "What do I need?"

   "Cock!"

   "What are you going to give me?"

   "Cock!"

   Cori bounced and shook her tits and kicked her legs, then dropped to the
ground in a perfect splits.  "Come on and do that on my cock," Greg
grinned, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up.  He led her quickly to Mrs.
Benson's office, slammed the door behind them and turned to face his prize.

   "I played a good game today," he grinned, letting Cori know he was in
character.  "Coach said if I played well, he'd let me do anything to you I
wanted for half an hour.  Funny that the coach cares more about the team
than his own daughter, but what the hell.  We all know you're the team slut
and I guess he does too, huh?  If he's going to have a hot slut for a
daughter, he might as well put her to good use.  Come on, slut, show me
your team spirit."

   Greg reached for her tube top and yanked it down below her breasts and
it snapped sharply against her rib cage.  "Splits, now, bitch," he barked,
pointing at the floor.  Cori dropped quickly onto the carpet, her bare
snatch pressed against the soft shag.  "For the next 30 minutes, you are
not to get out of the splits.  Understood?"

   "Of course, sir," Cori said.  "Whatever is best for the team."

   "Well, the star of the team deserves a hot piece of ass, don't ya
think?"

   "The hottest he can find," Cori said, wiggling her ass playfully,
enjoying the feel of the carpet rubbing against her engorged clit.

   "Good," Greg said.  "Splits on the table, now."

   Cori scrambled up onto the conference table, her knee hitting a slick
spot that she knew was likely either her juice or Wes' - or a combination
of the two.  It didn't show against the dark table, but she'd have to make
sure and clean it very well before Mrs.  Benson came back.  She watched
Greg pull down his tight football pants and remove his cup and jock strap
and set them on the table.  He kept removed his pads and then put his
jersey back on.  He guided her as she did the splits on the edge of the
table, making her face away from him.  "Put your forehead on the table," he
said.

   Always-flexible Cori was being tested.  With her legs spread as wide as
they could go, she now bent at the waist until her forehead touched the
table.  She felt Greg's hand on the back of her head, holding it there. 
Her hips were now rotated enough that her ass was presented to him.  He
rubbed the pre-cum from his cock all over his shaft and then drove the only
slightly lubricated prick deep into her asshole.  She moaned from a
combination of pleasure and pain and wished he would put some more
lubrication on or at least rub some of her pussy juice on his cock.  But
she could feel his cock swell almost instantly and knew he wouldn't last
long at all.  Like Wes, he was going to cum fast the first time and
probably have plenty of time for a second go `round.  She realized all of
the guys would probably be this way - after all, they weren't getting any
less horny waiting for their turn.  By the time they got playing dress up
with her, they were ready to explode.

   Greg's left hand kept her head pinned to the table and his right stung
her ass cheek half a dozen times with sharp slaps while his cock pumped
furiously inside her.  She thought he was going to break their unwritten
rule about coming inside her anywhere but her mouth - no one wanted sloppy
seconds - but at the last second he pulled out.  She expected to feel it
spray across her back or ass, but felt nothing.  She glanced over her
shoulder and saw that he was dumping his load inside his support cup.  She
knew what would happen next.

   He put the cup over her nose and mouth and then put the jock strap over
her face and around her head to hold the cup in place.  "Clean it out,
slut," he said.  "The only liquid in there when I pull this off better be
your saliva.  And you know you better swallow."

   Cori couldn't see where the cum was, of course, so she licked up and
down and around the sides - everywhere her tongue could reach.  A glob
dripped off the top and landed on the side of her nose, eventually running
into her mouth.  She got all of it she could and then Greg pulled off the
jock strap and cup and tossed them aside without even inspecting the
contents.  He knew she would do as told and he'd seen her swallow several
mouthfuls.

   "That was fun," Greg said.  "Coach is good at football, but he's even
better at making hot daughters.  Damn, those are some fine titties." Greg
came around the table, his cock mostly soft now, but not for long, Cori
guessed.  He made Cori slide her arms inside the sides of the tube top,
then gradually worked it up her arms until he got it over her shoulders. 
The elastic material snapped around her neck just as he hoped, forming a
tight sling that wrapped around her neck and cupped her tits, pulling them
up and together in a mass of tit flesh right under her throat.  He grabbed
the strap of material on the back of her neck and, using it like a handle,
pulled up and down, watching her tits bounce around inside the makeshift
sling.  He liked this show so much he ordered her back on the floor where
he could get more leverage.  She did the splits again and he stood over her
now, pulling the tube top up as high as he could - lifting her part way off
the floor with it - placing more and more strain on her firm tits until the
top finally gave way and Cori slumped to the floor, banging her head
against one of the conference table chairs.

   "Well, that thing's history," Greg said, slinging the shredded top
across the room, "might as well finish the job." He bent down and ripped
apart the makeshift waistband of paper clips and safety pins, pulling her
skirt away and tossing it aside too.  Now, she wore only her red and white
saddle shoes and the red ribbon in her hair.

   Greg pushed the chair that Cori had banged into aside and sat down in
front of her on the floor, his own legs spread wide, his cock flaccid in
front of her.  "Team spirit's a little low," Greg said.  "Time for the HEAD
cheerleader to do what she does best."

   "Yes, it is," Cori grinned.  "I can get that team spirit back up. 
That's a HEAD cheerleaders job." Knowing she wasn't supposed to get out of
the splits, Cori leaned forward, keeping her ass and pussy pressed to the
carpet, her back and legs straight.  She felt her nipples rubbing against
the carpet as her lips finally made contact with the soft head of his cock.
She lifted it up with her tongue and slurped it into her mouth.  Her body
rocked gently bath and forth as she nursed his cock slowly back to
erection.

   "We got 10 more minutes," Greg said, "so take your time.  Suck it slow
and deep.  Enjoy the taste.  Remember, this was in your ass just a few
minutes ago so if tastes extra sweet today, you know why."

   Cori found Greg to be pretty crass.  He was like Jason.  They were both
overly arrogant and had obviously had their pick of girls too often to know
how to treat one right.  She loved a man with a naughty mind and dirty
mouth, but Greg and Jason, though harmless, just seemed to be stuck in the
high school locker room days when they were king jocks.  No doubt this was
one of Greg's fantasies.  He probably had a crush on the coach's daughter
and or a cheerleader and always dreamed about being rewarded for a great
game with a great lay.  Well, Cori was here to make dreams come true today
and, while she didn't particularly like the guy, she didn't hate him
either. He had never harmed her or been mean to her.  He was just a jerk
she wouldn't date, but she'd fuck the shit out of him for her job and their
mutual pleasure.

   Cori took his cock in huge, smooth gulps, swallowing every inch every
time before slowly sliding back up and sucking on just the head for a few
seconds.  She looked at his taut round balls and pictured the insides of
them looking like two vats of warm, creamy cum slowly being warmed - by her
- to a boil, the cum sputtering and bubbling inside those balls, slowly
rising, oozing into the shaft of his cock and eventually bubbling over in
an eruption that sent showers of white hot jizz spraying everywhere.  Even
though she knew this wasn't how it really worked, it's how she had always
pictured it and she liked the picture.  She liked the idea of being the
heat that makes it boil, of warming it up and coaxing it out, teasing it
until it shot out at her in a white-hot glaze.

   She felt his hips slide forward and he put his hands behind her head. 
It's time, she thought.  He started fucking her face now, taking over the
task of providing the movement.  All Cori had to do was hold still and suck
on whatever she was given - head, balls or entire shaft.  She turned full
ownership of her mouth and lips and tongue and throat over to him and he
explored every inch with his cock before finally launching an impressive
second load down her throat.

   When he was done, Cori rose slowly, her legs tired and sore from doing
the splits for a full half an hour.  Not to mention that she had been
fucking for an hour straight now and had coaxed four orgasms from her
partners while experiencing three of her own.  And still four more horny
guys waited for their turn.

   They came out of the office together, Greg shouting touchdown and
spiking her tattered clothes on the floor.  Cori did a cartwheel, then
walked slightly bowlegged down the hall, happy but a little tired.  From
the grin on Barry's face, she could tell he was next.

   "One minute for a pee and water break?" she asked him.  She realized she
had broken out of her doll character, but really, they were now onto other
role playing games and she was playing a different character every 30
minutes.

   "Sure," Barry said.  "Take two if you need."

   Cori went to the bathroom and washed her face and fixed her hair, which
still was in a ponytail with the red ribbon in it.  She washed a couple
areas where she felt sticky from cum.  She stopped in the break room and
grabbed a bottle of water, gulping half of it down before returning to her
horny co-workers.

   Barry was dressed as a werewolf with a very realistic and scary looking
rubber mask.  He had fake fangs in his mouth and furry gloves with long
rubber claws.  He wore a torn plaid shirt and ripped jeans to make it look
like he had ripped his clothes while turning from a normal man into the
werewolf.  The outfit he had for Cori was a schoolgirl look and Cori had
visions of a Little Red Riding Hood re-enactment coming up.  Only this was
far from a sweet little girl outfit.  This was a very naughty, adult,
slutty schoolgirl outfit.  The only reason the brave lumberjack would save
me, Cori mused to herself, is to have me for himself.  There was nothing
sweet or innocent about this schoolgirl.

   The outfit was pure slut from top to bottom.  The red ribbon was pulled
from her hair and tied around her neck in a pretty bow.  Her white
schoolgirl blouse was so tiny, she couldn't put it on until they cut the
sleeves out and then she was able to wear it like a little vest.  It
wouldn't reach to button and the ends hung down only a few inches below her
breasts.  She tried to tie them together, but they wouldn't reach. 
Instead, they attached small gold chains to the end of each side of the
blouse and clipped them to her belly button ring.  It was just enough to
hold the thin silk blouse in place over her bulging breasts.  The
traditional plaid schoolgirl skirt had been replaced by a red g-string and
pair of thigh-high black-and-white checkerboard stockings.  Her clear
stilettos completed the picture of the naughtiest schoolgirl ever.

   "You better run, bitch!" Barry growled, and the chase was on.  Cori let
out a squeal and ran toward the office, Barry hot on her heels.  The door
slammed and Cori ran around the conference table, ready to play the
helpless victim if that's what he wanted.  But when she looked back at
Barry, he had pulled the mask and gloves off and looked at her with a very
serious face.

   "You thought you were so cute, didn't you?" he smirked.

   "What?" Cori said.  Suddenly, she felt a sense of dread.  Play time
seemed to be over.  Barry looked pissed about something.  She had no idea
what.

   "You know what, you little bitch," he sneered.  "Years ago, you were a
little girl - Little Red Riding Hood.  What kind of fucked up name is that
anyway?  You taunted that poor wolf with your sweet treats and got him
chopped up by a lumberjack.  And everyone raved about the brave little girl
and how cute you were and what a hero a lumberjack was.  No one cared about
the poor wolf, did they?  He was just hungry.  Would it have hurt you to
share a few sweet snacks?"

   Cori didn't answer.  This was weird.  She didn't know whether to laugh
or scream or get out of the room.  She did nothing and Barry continued.

   "And now look at you.  Not such a cute little girl any more, are you? 
You have those big tits and that bare pussy you flash all over town.  Not
exactly an innocent little girl on the way to grandma's house, are you? 
Dress like that for your grandma, do you?  I don't think so.  You dress
like that to be what you are - a cock-teasing little slut."

   "I, uh, I don't understand," Cori said, not wanting to break out of
character if this was really part of his fucked up fantasy, but wanting to
let him know that he was freaking her out in case it was really just a
joke.

   "You would understand if you knew that I was the lumberjack's son.  The
lumberjack who saved your life and was bitten by that wolf before he
chopped him up.  You'd understand if you knew the curse I live with now.  I
was born a year later, with the curse of the werewolf.  Full moon comes and
I turn into a beast." He started pulling on his furry gloves and claws.

   "I'm sorry," Cori said, starting to realize that this was part of
Barry's freaky fantasy.  The guy was weird.  She had known it from day one
and now it was very clear.  She remembered that he had talked about doing
some acting before and realized that he was playing out a script that he
had written - if not on paper, then in his head.  She didn't know the
lines, but it was becoming more and more predictable.  Well, she supposed
she'd give him credit for originality, anyway.

   "Sorry?  Too late for sorry, my dear.  But there is one good thing about
being a werewolf, you know," he said, pulling on the mask.  "We get very
horny and, well, we're very hard to say no to."

   Cori was still listening, stunned by this bizarre performance, when he
lunged across the table and grabbed her, tackling her to the floor.  He was
acting and she was acting on instinct, scrambling to get up, only to have
him grab her leg and pull her back.  He had surprisingly good grip with the
gloves and the claws were rigid enough that the scratched her thigh.

   He dragged her to the floor and pounced on top of her, pinning her arms
to her sides.  Cori knew she could get away again if she wanted, but she
sensed it was time to stop struggling and lay under him, whimpering,
"Please, don't hurt me."

   "I imagine the wolf thought the same thing," Barry grunted.  He pulled
the sides of her blouse apart, revealing her heaving breasts.  "My, what
huge titties you have, slut."

   "All the better to tease you with," Cori panted.  Barry growled and
swatted at her tits with a big furry paw.  One of the claws scraped across
her nipple and Cori yelped at the momentary bolt of pain.

   Barry pulled out his cock and sat on her chest.  He brushed his claws
over her mouth.  "What full lips you have, slut."

   "All the better to suck you with," Cori said.  At least it wasn't hard
to figure out what her lines were.  As weird as this was, it was kinda fun,
she had to admit.  Not that she minded the usual "Suck it, bitch"
directives, but a change of pace was nice once in a while.

   Barry straddled her face and fed her his cock one meaty inch at a time.
When it was all the way in, he looked toward the ceiling and howled, a
clear signal to his co-workers that the werewolf had successfully captured
his prey.  He held his cock there for a few minutes, letting it pulse in
her mouth while she sucked on it and lathered it with her silky tongue. 
Finally, he pulled out and plopped his balls in her mouth.  She sucked them
both in at once and felt him tighten almost instantly.  She looked up at
him just in time to see him grab his cock and aim it right between her
eyes. In seconds, they were both covered by large pools of cum that weighed
her eyelids down and coated her lashes.  With her still pinning her down
long after his orgasm was over, the only way for her to clear her eyes so
she could see was to wipe them with her fingers - and the only way to clean
her fingers was to suck the cum right off of them.  Only when she had
cleared enough away to fully open her eyes did Barry roll off her.  He
pulled her top the rest of the way off, unclipping it from her belly
button, and used it to wipe her face clean.

   She sat up and in a flash he grabbed her head and wrapped the stained
silk blouse around her head, covering her eyes.  She couldn't see him, but
she heard him flip the switch and noticed the light in the room fade.  Then
she felt him untie the ribbon around her neck and moments later her hands
were tied behind her back.

   "The werewolf likes to hunt at night when his prey is most vulnerable,
its sight diminished, help no where around," Barry said in a deep, dramatic
voice.  "The werewolf will hunt now.  Try to escape if you desire.  But
beware.  The werewolf can strike silently and suddenly and with a power
unlike any you can imagine."

   Cori had to stifle a laugh.  Barry was really getting into this. 
Weirdo! But she got the game.  She was to stagger around, trying to make
her way to the door while he stalked her.  Eventually, he would grab her
and take her one more time before his time was up.

   Cori got to her feet and felt awkwardly in front of her, trying to
remember what was between her and the door, where she was in relation to
the desk and the table and the other objects in the room.  She bumped into
a chair and almost tripped.  She realized that despite the fact that she
knew this was just a game, she was a little nervous.  Just not knowing
where she was, what was in front of her, where Barry was, it was more than
a little unnerving.  In his own very odd way, Barry had found a way to make
it exciting.

   She veered left to avoid the chair and bumped the table.  As she turned
again, she felt a tug on her g-string and she was spun around in a circle.
When she stopped, the g-string was gone and she couldn't tell if she was
heading toward the door or away from it now.  She moved forward slowly,
realized the light was getting brighter and knew she was heading toward the
window and away from the door.  She turned back around and kicked a trash
can that she knew hadn't been there before.  He was setting obstacles in
front of her, toying with her.  It was all fine, she thought, as long as
she didn't trip and break her leg on one of his silly obstacles.  The
safest thing to do would be to crawl, but with her hands behind her back,
that wasn't an option.  Still, she was afraid she was going to hurt
herself, so she dropped to her knees and started inching forward, her
breasts bobbing as she twisted her hips and slid one knee and then the
other forward.

   Even though she knew it was coming, the initial pounce still surprised
her.  She never heard him, but felt him beside her as he grabbed her around
the waist.  "Werewolves like it doggy style," he growled, pushing her flat
on her belly on the carpet.  "Keep your head down and lift your ass." Cori
got up on her knees so her ass and pussy were high in the air while her
face and tits were mashed into the carpet.  She felt his cock press against
her pussy lips and split them with the ease of a knife through hot butter.
Her pussy didn't put up much resistance when it was as wet as it was right
now.  Barry tore into her cunt with the sort of fury and energy you would
expect from a real werewolf, his thrusts herky jerky but deep and powerful,
fueled by lust and mock rage.  He was growling and pawing her tits as he
shook her up, down and side to side with his engorged cock.  Without
warning, he pulled out of her pussy and rammed his cock all the way into
her ass.  He cupped her breasts with his furry paws, the fake fur soft and
sensual against her sensitive nipples.

   Then those furry hands were on her ass, slapping at her round cheeks,
the rubbery claws digging into her flesh.  Finally, he pulled out, pressing
her head into the carpet with one hand and stroking his cock with the
other. "Cup your hands," he ordered.  Cori did and felt him spurt his load
into her hands, which were still tied behind her back.  Cum splattered
across her wrists and oozed between her fingers and under her nails.  Two
large deposits pooled in each palm.  When he untied her wrists and removed
her blindfold, she raised her hands to her face and licked them clean,
slurping up the large globs in her hands and darting her tongue between her
fingers to gather up remnants of jism.

   Three down, three to go, she thought as she followed him down the
hallway, wearing only her thigh-highs and stripper heels.  Douglas was
next. Next to Wes, Douglas was the one she most looked forward to.  He was
handsome and friendly and was usually the least frantic about fucking her.
Where the others were like horny school boys or just plain weird, Douglas
had a calm, quiet confidence that gave him an air of control.  Why he was
just an assistant instead of running the place, she didn't know.

   He made quite a handsome Count Dracula, she had to admit and wondered
how soon she'd be asked to say, "I vont to suck your cock" in a mock
vampire accent.  Nothing could be as weird as the werewolf encounter,
that's for sure.  Or could it?

   Douglas had dark hair and features anyway, so when he added the black
slacks, white button-down shirt with ruffled sleeves and black cape, he
looked very much like a movie version of the famous vampire.  He had fake
fangs that looked surprisingly real and wore and expression that was equal
parts naughty and mock scary, but his eyes were pure lust.  She saw the
clothes he had picked out for her and wondered exactly what he had in mind.

   He knelt and stripped off her stockings and stripper heels and helped
her into a pair of pure white thigh high nylons To this he added a black
corset that squeezed her tiny waist.  Her pussy and tits were left exposed.
He instructed her to put her clear stripper heels back on and tied a thick,
black silk scarf around her neck.  She noticed he had a leather duffel bag
in one hand and wondered what was inside it.  He took her by the hand and
led her down the hallway, his cape rustling as they walked.

   "Lay down on the couch, please," Douglas said, guiding her to dark
leather couch that sat in the corner of Mrs.  Benson's office.  Cori lay on
flat on her back, expecting him to climb on top of her.  But instead he
pulled a blanket out of his bag and covered her with it.  "Go to sleep, my
dear," Douglas said, exaggerating an accent to let her know he was playing
the Dracula character.  He wanted her to pretend to be asleep.  OK.  What
was it all of the sudden.  First Barry's weird werewolf fantasy, now this.

   She closed her eyes and rolled onto her side, snuggling up under the
warm blanket.  Once again, the lights were turned out and the Douglas
pulled the shades, making the room very dark.  If he wasn't careful, he
really would put her to sleep.

   After a few moments of complete silence, Cori felt the blanket being
pulled back to her waist.  She kept her eyes closed, still pretending to be
asleep.  Douglas touched her cheek and her hair gently, then whispered,
"Oh, she's sound asleep.  One too many sleeping pills no doubt.  Nothing
waking her up for a while.  Oh, that tender flesh.  So juicy.  I must have
it.  I must feed."

   Cori again bit her tongue to keep from giggling, but also hoped that the
last part about feeding meant he might eat her pussy.  With the train of
guys fucking her this morning, she would understand if he didn't, but it
sure would feel good.  Maybe this vampire wanted to suck her clit.  That
would be just fine with her, though how she'd ever pretend to stay asleep
through something like that she didn't know.

   She felt his hands on her breasts and could tell he was kneeling next to
the couch now.  He brushed gently across the nipples and pinched them
lightly between his fingers.  She felt his lips brush against hers, then
begin nibbling on her neck.  It felt good - like a man actually making love
to her and not just fucking her.  She arched her back, encouraging more
nipple play and neck kissing, all the while keeping her eyes closed,
pretending to be asleep.  He stopped for a minute - to put his fangs in -
and resumed kissing her neck, letting his hard plastic fangs scrape along
the side of her slender neck.

   She was surprised he wasn't banging her, trying to knock out one load
quickly and get two in his 30 minutes like the others had done.  But she
wasn't complaining.  He was taking his time and he was good at what he was
doing.  He was the most handsome of all the guys and probably the best
lover, too, she thought, though something about Wes got her off every time.
Douglas was well on his way to making her pop, too, as his fangs now bit
gently into her breasts, just enough to dent the skin and leave little red
marks around her nipples.

   He tossed the blanket on the floor and pulled her legs apart.  Here
comes the fucking, she assumed, but to her surprise, it was a soft tongue
instead of a hard cock that she felt on her pussy lips.  This really was a
vampire who liked to suck pussy.  Hallelujah!  Using mostly his tongue and
lips, he gently sucked and licked on her lips and clit, but every so often
he'd nip her with the sharp fangs.  It was just the right mix of pain and
pleasure and she thrust her hips upward, urging him to feed on her and he
didn't disappoint.  He made a full meal out of her tender pussy.  Her lips
were the appetizer, her clit was the main course and for dessert she gave
him a warm mouthful of her sweet juice as she came, whimpering softly,
trying to act like she was still asleep and failing miserably.  She didn't
care.  It felt too good.

   "Wake up, my pet," Douglas said, still in Dracula character.  Cori
opened her eyes, smiling at him.  But she wiped the smile clean when she
saw his dark expression.  He had the seductive but evil vampire look down
pat.  Clearly, he was taking this seriously and she fell back into
character, acting as if she just woke up and was started to see him.

   "Oh my, I must have dozed off," she said.  She started to rub her eyes,
but was jerked off the couch and roughly thrown on the floor in the middle
of the room.  There lay a coil of white nylon rope attached to a leather
strap.  He pushed her feet together and wrapped them in the leather strap,
buckling it around her ankles.  Then he buckled her hands behind her back
with another strap of leather.  Before she knew what was happening, she was
being lifted in the air, hanging upside down.  She looked up and saw that
the rope was looped over a support beam in the middle of the office and
Douglas was hauling her up in the air with surprising strength.  When he
had her to the desired height, he tied the end of the rope around the leg
of the solid oak desk and eyed his hanging prize.

   "What's going on?" Cori asked.

   "Oh, my pet," he said softly.  "Don't you know that vampire bats sleep
hanging upside down?  I thought you might be more comfortable like this. 
He walked up to her and pressed his crotch against her cheek.  They were at
the exact same height and Cori knew what he was planning.  "Now, you were
so kind as to feed me your pussy, I must be a gentleman and return the
favor.  Drink my seed and join me in the world of the vampires."

   He dropped his pants and waved his cock in front of her face.  He
grabbed the black scarf around her neck and jerked her head to him,
stuffing his cock in her mouth and pressing his balls against her nose.  He
had one end of the scarf in each hand and was using it as a handle to swing
her back and forth like a pendulum, inhaling and exhaling his cock.  The
scarf tightened around her neck and she was afraid she might choke, but the
material was soft and the band wide, preventing it from digging in too
deep. It was uncomfortable and a bit alarming at first.  She was completely
vulnerable and at his mercy.  His cock was hard as steel and the momentum
of her swing made it poke against the back of her throat.  A few times, the
height or the angle were just off and she got jabbed in the nose, thumped
on the throat and poked in the cheek.  His cock never yielded, always
delivering the blow rigidly and she thought he could probably bruise her
face with it if he really wanted to.  But what he really wanted was to
plant it deep in her throat and make him eat his "vampire seed", so soon he
slowed down her swings and held her in place on his cock, pumping it deep
in her throat.

   Cori was getting dizzy from the swinging and the blood rushing to her
head, but her gymnastic and cheerleader training helped her cope and her
toned body held firm, up to the task of getting fucked while hanging from a
single rope from the ceiling.  Cori pictured what she looked like,
imagining a piñata being pummeled by cocks until it broke and the candy
spilled out.  Well, she hoped she wouldn't break and she was pretty sure
the spilling was going to come from Douglas, who was showing her a bit
darker side than she had seen before.  "Feed on my seed, young whore,"
Douglas grimaced with mock fury and drama.  "Embrace your destiny and join
me forever." He grunted and started cumming.  Cori swallowed the first
blast, but was surprised when he pulled out and let his remaining cum gush
over her face, dripping down into both nostrils.  "Close your mouth and
inhale it," he said.  "Breathe it in." Cori followed orders and felt the
cum shooting up her nose and pictured her sinuses filling with the creamy
fluid.  She'd be blowing that shit out of there for a week.  Once her
nostrils were overflowing, cum seeped into her eyes, coating her lashes and
eyebrows and finally pooling at her hairline.  She always wondered what it
would be like to stick her head under the frosting fountain at Krispy Kreme
- now she had a pretty good idea.

   Douglas used a spoon to gather the cum from her eyes and forehead,
dumping it into her nostrils.  He watched carefully to make sure she
inhaled each offering before adding any more.

   Slowly, he lowered her to the floor and then untied her.  He stuffed his
limp cock in her mouth and made her clean him off.  Then he untied the
scarf, wiped the remaining cum off her face and stuffed the scarf in her
mouth.  Cori sucked on it until she was pretty sure she had all the cum off
it, then he retied it around her neck.

   Jason was waiting for them when they came out.  He was dressed as a
doctor, with a lab coat, scrubs and a stethoscope.  Cori was going to be a
nurse.  She had worn plenty of naughty nurse outfits and this one ranked
very high on the naughty scale.

   Jason helped her out of the corset and stockings and helped her squeeze
into a white leather vest.  He allowed her to button only the bottom
button, providing just enough pressure from the sides to make her cleavage
pop out the top.  The vest ended about midway between her breasts and belly
button leaving a large gap of bare, flat tummy available for viewing before
the skin tight, white lycra pants covered her ass and pussy and legs.  The
pants were so tight and the material so thin and stretchy that it clung to
every curve of her most intimate body parts.  It was deep inside her ass
creek, nestled comfortably between her pussy lips and wrapped tightly
around her clit.  With the exposed waist, tight pants and 6-inch white
stilettos, she looked like her body was all leg and tit, which was just
fine with everyone looking.  Only a red cross on the breast of her vest
identified her as a nurse.

   "Nurse Knockers," Jason said, giving Cori her name for the next 30
minutes, "I need to see you in my office immediately."

   "Yes, doctor," Cori said.  She put her head down and marched straight
toward the office, making sure her hips were in full wiggle and twitch
mode. With these pants - and no underwear - the guys would want a special
show.  She gave it to them when she stopped suddenly, bent over at the
waist and reached down her leg, gently pulling the lycra up, as if it was
loose.  She grabbed the material just below her belly button and pulled,
knowing they would be able to see it tighten and creep all the deeper into
the crevices of her ass and pussy.  Jason's slap on her ass got her to
stand up and she walked the rest of the way in with his hand resting on her
ass.

   Once they closed the door, Jason initiated the role play.  "Nurse
Knockers," he said, "do you know why you're here?"

   "Um, no, Doctor," Cori said softly.

   "You're here because you're a distraction to me and the patients," he
said.

   "A distraction?" Cori feigned innocence, a tricky feat with her nipples
nearly popping out and pussy juices soaking her pants.  Her voice sounded
nasal-y.

   "Your voice sounds funny," Jason said.  "Are you getting sick?"

   "No, doctor, I, uh, have something in my nose," Cori said.

   "What?"

   "Um, well, several ounces of semen," Cori said.

   "I see," Jason said, smirking.  "Well, that's sort of my point.  You're
making all the male patients horny, the other staff angry and the female
patients jealous.  You've got to stop flashing your tits and ass all over
the office."

   "But this is a perfectly acceptable nurse's uniform," Cori said.

   "Yes, but no one wears it quite like you," Jason said.  "For starters,
no bra or panties?"

   "I tried," Cori said, "but it's just not comfortable.  I didn't realize
you could notice."

   "And those heels?"

   "Well, there are a lot of times I have to reach the top cabinets for
supplies.  These help a lot."

   "And why did you inhale a load of semen in your nose?"

   "We're supposed to be committed to patient comfort and satisfaction,"
Cori said innocently.  "The man said he had a lot of swelling in his penis
and wondered if I could help.  I did, you know, just jerking him off, but
then I thought about the mess that would make - we need a clean hospital.
And oral sex with patience is forbidden, so I couldn't suck it.  So, I just
lay down under him and let him cum on my face and then he helped stuff it
all in my nose.  No oral sex.  No mess and no more swelling.  Everyone was
happy.  I thought.  Did I do something wrong?"

   "Jeez, no," Jason said, shaking his head.  "I wish I could say yes, but
damn, fuck everyone else.  You're the best nurse we've ever had here.  If
every nurse was like you, everyone would be happier.  The patients would be
happier, I'd be happier."

   "You don't seem very happy right now," Cori offered.  "Can I help cheer
you up?"

   "I think so," Jason said, pulling down his pants.  "You know, there's no
rule against oral sex among the staff."

   "That's good," Cori said.  "I'd hate to get fired for sucking your cock.
But I would, you know.  I'll do anything for you, Doctor Goodcock.  Even if
it costs me my job."

   "The only job you need to worry about is this blowjob," Jason said.  "Do
it right now, bitch.  And remember, no big messes.  This is a fucking
hospital after all."

   Cori spent the next three minutes sucking his cock.  That's all the
longer Jason lasted before dumping his load down her throat.  He held her
head in place for several seconds after he was done and she coughed and
sputtered a bit when he let her go.  He looked at her and started laughing.
"What?" Cori asked.

   "Look in the mirror," he said.  Cori looked and saw a white bubble just
under her nose.  She had coughed out some of Douglas' cum.  Unbelievable,
she thought.  I wonder how long that stuff is going to be coming out like
that.

   "You know, one of the main jobs a nurse performs is helping patients
recover," Jason said, snapping her back into the role play.  "I have a
patient here who needs to recover.  Can you help him?" Jason was pointing
at his now soft penis.

   "Of course, Doctor," Cori beamed.  "I'll help right away.  First, I need
to get into the right attire." Cori stripped off her vest and pulled down
her pants, leaving herself bare aside from her heels.  "May I borrow you
stethoscope?"

   He handed it to her and she placed the ends in her ears, then touched
the cold metal to the top of shaft, then below his balls.  "The beat is
strong and steady," she reported.  "I'd say your prognosis is excellent. 
Now, let me check your pulse."

   She put her hand around the shaft of his cock and stroked it gently for
a few minutes, coaxing it to semi-erectness.  "Growing more rapid," she
said.  "That's good.  Now, let me take your temperature.  Have you seen the
new way we do it?  Instead of me putting a thermometer in your mouth, you
put your penis in mine.  As a trained nurse, I can tell your exact body
temperature by tasting your cock for a few minutes.

   She opened her mouth and he inserted his cock.  After about a minute, he
was two-thirds hard and she pulled off.  "Temperature is rising fast," she
said.  "Another good sign.  Now, I must check for swelling."

   She felt his cock and balls, rubbing them gently, stroking them.  She
put lotion on her hands and rubbed them some more, feeling him grow harder
in her hands.  He was almost fully erect now.

   "Swelling is a above normal," she said.  "It's huge.  I think we're
going to need to drain some of that fluid out of there.  There are a number
of different treatments, and they all have a 100 percent success rate. 
There's oral, anal, tit-fucking, pussy ..."

   "What would you recommend?" Jason asked.

   "Well, my name is Nurse Knockers, so I tend to specialize in the
tit-fuck, but I've never had any complaints about my pussy or ass
techniques, so the choice is yours, really.  Some patients find a
combination of procedures to work best for them."

   "Hmm, a combination, huh?" Jason asked.  "Like say maybe a dose of
tit-fucking, a shot of pussy pounding and maybe an ass reaming?  "

   "I guarantee that would work," Cori said.

   "Then let's try it!"

   Cori lathered her boobs with lotion, then wrapped them around his cock.

   "Yes, I'm feeling better already," Jason said, pinching her nipples. 
"You're a very skilled nurse.  I think I'm ready for the pussy pounding. 
I've heard it's best when you lay on your back and put her legs on my
shoulders."

   Cori did and Jason put all his weight on her legs and pussy, slamming
into her with all his might.  He was pushing her all over the floor,
lifting and driving her with his cock.  Cori was panting and trying to
control his thrusts with her hips as her ass and back suffered several rug
burns.  She was sweating and hot and being thrown around like a rag doll.

   "I think we need some fresh air for the ass reaming," Jason said.  He
pulled out of her, opened a way and brought Cori to the window sill.  "Just
bend over and hang your head outside there and get some fresh air," he
said. "I think I can take it from here."

   Cori stuck her head out the window and looked over the parking lot
below. If anyone looked up, they would be able to see her and her tits
hanging out the window.  Well, they were four floors up, so it was doubtful
anyone would look up as long as they didn't make too much noise.  And the
fresh air did feel good - almost as good as Jason's cock, which was now
providing the promised ass-reaming with thrusts every bit as rigorous as he
had pounded her pussy with.

   "You know, I could use some vocal encouragement," Jason said.  "Loud."

   Cori got the idea.  He wanted someone to look up, to see her with her
tits hanging out the window, her body jerking back and forth at the mercy
of some unseen cock.  He wanted them to hear her beg for more and scream in
orgasmic ecstasy.  She was committed to serving them, so she started
screaming and yelling and cussing in response to the vicious drilling her
ass was taking.  Sure enough, someone looked up.  A man, she didn't
recognize him, but he looked up and pointed.  Others joined him.  Soon,
there was a crowd of a dozen or more watching her get her ass pounded.  She
let them know that's what was happening, yelling "Yes, fuck my ass you
stud!" She closed her eyes momentarily, wishing it was over and enjoying
the ride at the same time.  When she re-opened them, she Harold, her
friendly security guard, looking up at her too.  She closed them again and
when she opened them, he was gone.

   Jason pulled her inside and led her to the conference table.  He pushed
her in a chair and proceed to dump his seed on the table.  When he was
done, he said, "Snort it."

   Cori looked dumbly at him, but Jason handed her a straw and said it
again, "Snort it.  You got nose full already.  Might as well add to it,
right?"

   Cori used her fingers to pool the cum together as much as possible, then
snorted half of it up her right nostril and the other half up her left.

   "I think we have ourselves a cum addict," Jason announced to the others
as they came out.  "Bitch has at least two loads worth up her nose right
now."

   "Up her nose?" Hugh snorted.  "I prefer to inject my cum."

   "You're going to feel a little prick," Barry teased.

   "I thought she already felt yours," Hugh joked and they all laughed. 
Cori was still naked except for her heels and expected Hugh to dress her,
but instead he took her hand and led her right back into the office.

   "So, everyone's playing games today, huh?" Hugh grinned lustily at her.
"Well, here's our game.  I'm a delivery guy, see, and I come to your house
and no one answers the door.  I know it's an important package, so I try
the door.  It's open.  I come in.  I hear you yell for help.  I run into
the bathroom just as a man is climbing out the window.  You've been robbed
but not hurt.  I scared him off before he could hurt you.  You were getting
dressed in your bedroom and you're naked.  You're very grateful to me for
scaring him off.  Very grateful.  And naked.  I tell you I have a package
for you, and you look at my crotch and say..."

   "Yes, it's a very nice package indeed," Cori said, jumping in.  "May I
open it?"

   "It's your package," Hugh shrugged.  "You just have to sign for it." He
dropped a blank piece of paper on the floor and gave Cori a pen.  As the
new office rule dictated, she bent over at the waist and signed the
document, knowing that Hugh was studying her ass, legs, pussy and tits - it
was all on display, whatever he wanted to look at.  She took her time and
let him get a good look before slowly standing up and handing him the
paper. With her other hand, she touched his pants, feeling the hardness of
his cock.  She rubbed it gently, then knelt down and started working on the
button and zipper.  His boxer were already wet from him pre-cum and Cori
barely had her mouth over the head of his cock before he "injected" her
with his first load.

   Since Hugh didn't really know what all Cori did on a regular basis, she
decided to give him a little extra treat.  She held his cum in her mouth
until he was done, then looked up at him.  His glasses were already
steaming over, but she showed him her mouthful of cum, then swallowed it,
smiling all the time.

   "I'll be damned," Hugh muttered.  "You are the hottest thing I've ever
seen."

   "Thanks," Cori grinned.  "Um, thanks again for helping me.  I just wish
there was some way I could re-pay you."

   "Well, how about I stop by once a week and check on you and you, well,
you do what you just did," Hugh said.

   "Mmm, I like that idea," Cori said.  "I'd feel safer that way.  I just
call you when I need a ....  Um ... packaged delivered?"

   "That's right," Hugh said.  "Then just leave your door unlocked and wait
for me."

   "Wait for you?"

   "Yeah, you know, spread-eagled on the bed or on your knees at the door,
something like that.  Surprise me."

   "Hmm," Cori said, looking around the room.  "Suppose you came in while I
was cleaning and I was down on the floor like this." She got down on her
hands and knees next to the couch.  The she dropped her head to the floor
and pretended to be looking under the couch.  "What would you do?"

   "I'd come up behind you like this," Hugh said.  "I wouldn't even tell
you I was there.  You'd just know it was me and you'd feel this." He
slapped his cock against her ass.  "And you'd spread your legs and offer
yourself to me.  Some days, I might take the high road and sometimes I'd
take the low road.  My choice.  Better yet, I'd probably try them both and
see which route works better."

   He sunk his cock into her pussy, his hands on her hips as he bore into
her.  He moaned, feeling her perfect pussy for the first time.  Little did
Cori know it wouldn't be the last.  He took his time, savoring the feel of
her wrapped around him.  He ran his hands along her ribs and cupped her
breasts.  He kissed the back of her neck and put his fingers in her mouth.
He stroked her hair and lightly traced his fingers down her back.  Cori
couldn't believe this heavy-set, balding 50-year-old man was getting her
hot, but he was.  He didn't have the body, but he had some moves.  He was
firm but gentle, in control but not forceful.  He pulled his cock out of
her slowly, spread her ass cheeks and gently pressed against her anus,
which opened willingly, squeezing tightly around him.  He had a full 15
minutes left on his time and was now showing terrific control and stamina.
He fucked her with slow, long thrusts, telling her how beautiful she was,
how hot she was.  She thanked him and drove her hips back against him,
wishing he'd fuck her pussy some more.  He must have sensed that's what she
wanted, because he pulled out of her ass and stuck his cock back into her
smoldering snatch.

   Hugh sensed Cori's growing arousal and picked up the pace, poking her
with shorter, harder thrusts that increased the friction on her clit and
made her breasts bobble back and forth with her nipples rubbing against the
carpet.  Cori's mouth was open and she was panting, telling him "Yes, more,
faster." Like an engine, he just kept going, maintaining his rhythmic pace,
stoking her fire, igniting little sparks inside her pussy, the heat
growing, the sparks becoming electrical jolts as the sensitive nerves in
her clit fired non-stop.  Pleasure coursed through her.  She cried out and
came as tremors racked her body with an intensity she didn't expect.  Her
pussy tightened around him like a velvet sleeve and the moist heat made his
cock expand and finally burst.  He pulled out just in time and Cori wheeled
around, catching it on her tongue and lips, then covering his cock and
devouring the rest of his load.

   When they walked out a few minutes later, Cori was oddly disappointed
that she had fucked Hugh for the first and last time.  He was a nice man
and a surprisingly good lover.  That's why she didn't protest when he
whispered in her ear, "Remember, call me next week for another delivery."

   Hugh hadn't been pretending.  He thought they had struck a deal for a
weekly rendezvous.  Cori had just been playing around.  She started to say
something to that effect, but thought about her orgasm and how much fun the
last 30 minutes had been.  "Of course," Cori said.  "I'll call you."

   Hugh thanked the guys and left just as Harold, the security guard,
stepped off the elevator.  The guys scrambled to get Cori some clothes, but
Cori didn't bother.  Harold knew what was going on.  She had told him as
much before and he had seen her getting fucked out the window.

   "Relax guys," Harold said.  "I know what's going on and I'm not here to
cause any trouble.  I just wanted to check in and make sure things were OK.
Mind if I talk to Cori for a minute?"

   "No," Barry said.  "Go right ahead.  It's lunch time anyway.  We're
heading across the street to grab a bite.  Party after lunch.  Join us if
you like."

   "Thanks," Harold said.

   "Come on," Cori said.  "We can talk in Mrs.  Benson's office." She was
still naked except for her heels.

   "You sound like you're coming down with a cold," Harold said.

   "No, I'm fine.  Just took some inhaler and my nose and sinuses are all
stuffed now," she said.  "It will clear out soon enough."

   Harold closed the door to the office and they sat across from each other
at the table.  Cori let her breasts rest on the cool table top.  She
glanced around but didn't see any obvious stains on the table or carpet.

   "Well, I know you've had an interesting morning," Harold said, letting
his gaze fall to her breasts.  "I just wanted to make sure you were all
right.  You sounded like you were enjoying yourself, but sometimes not
everything is the way it looks."

   "Yeah, I do a bit of acting sometimes," Cori admitted.  "You know,
whatever they want.  But it's been a fun day so far.  We're going to have a
Halloween party this afternoon that's going to be pretty crazy and then
that's the end of it.  Mrs.  Benson comes back next week and I'm sure
everyone will be on their best behavior."

   "You really think so?" Harold said.  "I mean, you're all their fantasies
come true.  You think they'll be able to look at you and not want more?"

   "I'm sure they can," Cori said.  "They all have beautiful girlfriends -
well, except Wes.  And they're professionals.  I don't think they'll
jeopardize their careers and I certainly don't want to jeopardize my future
by getting caught doing something stupid."

   "All right," Harold said.  "You seem to know what you're doing and what
you're getting yourself into.  I just wanted to make sure and let you know
that I still have your back."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "You know, these guys are OK.  Barry's odd and
Jason and Greg are arrogant and immature.  Douglas is OK and I think I can
trust Wes."

   "Wes, yeah, I like him," Harold said.  "Real nice guy."

   "What makes you say that?" Cori asked, trying not to seem overanxious to
know more about Wes.

   "Well, he's always doing random nice stuff for folks," Harold said.  "I
mean, one day I mentioned that I liked going to the football games and a
few days later, he handed me four tickets.  Said he had season tickets and
wasn't using them.  Or there was the time my daughter was sick and I had to
take her to the hospital.  There was no one to cover for me here.  He
overheard my conversation with my boss and volunteered to fill in."

   "Wow, that's really nice," Cori said.

   "Yeah, funny that he's the only one without a girlfriend," Harold said,
shaking his head.  "Sometimes, you girls miss the best ones right in front
of your noses and chase guys like Greg and Jason.  Hmm, I suppose guys are
the same, though.  We chase big tits and tight asses and miss the nice
girls.  I guess we all hope we'll find the complete package - the nice girl
who just happens to have the big tits and tight ass, too.  Not many of you
out there, though.  That's why guys are so crazy over you, you know. 
You're not only beautiful, but you have the ability to hold a conversation
and you have a great personality."

   "That's sweet of you to say," Cori said.  "I think guys are just drawn
to me because I dress the way they want girls to dress and, depending on
the situation, I fuck the way they want to fuck.  But I like to think I'm
more than a body."

   "You are, and I just want to make sure you remember that," Harold said.
"Horny guys have a way of making girls feel like nothing but their bodies
matter.  But I'm glad to see you don't lose sight of that.  I better go."

   He stood up and Cori hugged him and kissed his cheek.  She felt a bulge
against her thigh and realized that Harold was hard as a rock.  "Sorry
about that," he frowned.  "I couldn't help it.  We better go before I start
thinking with my dick instead of my head."

   "It's OK to think with your dick sometimes," Cori grinned.  "And if your
dick ever thinks about me, well, all you have to do is ask.  I don't make
that offer to just anyone, you know, even though this week might make it
look that way."

   "I understand that this week is different.  I know you and what you're
about," Harold said.  "I can't say I'll never take you up on your offer,
but I'm going to try not to.  Just, please, put some clothes on once in a
while.  I can only stand so much temptation."

   "You and every other guy," Cori grinned.

   Harold left and the guys were still out to lunch.  Cori ate a few pieces
of fruit and some toast in the privacy of Mrs.  Benson's office.  She used
her private bathroom to clean up and get dressed for the party.  Her party
costume was that of a princess, complete with a crown and a backless little
black cocktail dress that hugged her curves nicely and just came about a
quarter of the way down her thighs.  She wore her nipple, belly button and
clit rings, a white thong, no bra, creamy white thigh-highs and white
fuck-me pumps that drew attention to her legs against the contrast of the
dark dress.  What wouldn't be obvious to the guys was that her heels,
thigh-highs and thong were all made to glow in the dark.

   Cori scurried to the kitchen and set out the punch (spiked, of course)
and snacks.  She turned on some creepy Halloween music and put a bowl of
candy on each desk and waited for her guests, who returned a few minutes
later.  They had changed into normal clothes - khakis and polo shirts - and
admired Cori's formal party attire as well.

   She served them all punch and invited them to sit down at their desks
for trick or treat.  Much like the morning session, Cori was going to let
the guys dictate their own actions, but she hoped to guide them by
providing a structure and framework to the party.  So long as they liked
the direction she was leading, they would follow.  And no man had ever
complained about the view following her before.

   "Hmm," Cori frowned.  "I was going to come around to each of your desks
and trick or treat.  But I just realized I don't have a bag to put my candy
in.  Whatever shall I use?  Oh, I know!" She reached under her dress,
peeled down her thong and held it up.  "This is made to hold sweet things,
right?"

   The guys all laughed at her little joke and she pranced sexily into
Barry's office.  "Trick or treat!" she said naughtily.  "I want some yummy
candy.  What do you want from me - a trick or a treat?"

   "A trick," Barry smirked.  He motioned to a pen sitting upright in a
holder on his desk.  "Pick that up and give it to me - using only your
pussy."

   Cori grinned.  The dude was weird, but it was a pretty creative way to
start.  She hadn't expected the guys to catch onto the idea so quickly, but
Barry was going to make her bring out her best tricks right from the start.
The other guys huddled around Barry's desk as Cori kicked off her shoes,
hitched up her dress and climbed on the desk.  Barry cleared off all the
debris so that she had plenty of room to work.  Cori carefully lowered
herself into the splits, lowering her pussy slowly toward the metal
ballpoint pen.  She felt it brush against her lips and shifted slightly,
guiding it inside her.  She felt its cold metal against the inside of her
pussy and clamped tightly around it.  She felt it slip and let it go,
raising up and re-positioning, lowering again, clamping on again.  This
time, she had it solidly in place and slowly raised up off the pen holder,
pulling the pen with her.  She squatted on the desk and inched forward
toward Barry, who was sitting in his chair.  Putting her hands behind her
on the desk, she lowered herself onto her lower back and hips, careful not
to bump the pen with the desk or her thighs.  She used her hands to push
herself across the desk until she was right in Barry's face.  She opened
her legs wide and told him to hold out his hand.  Then, with a cutely
scrunched up face and a little grunt, she popped the pen out of her pussy
and right into his hand.  The guys all applauded and Cori playfully held up
her white thong, cupping the triangle that would normally cover her pussy
mount as Barry dropped three pieces of candy into it.

   For the next 20 minutes, the guys took turns making Cori perform similar
tricks that tested the tightness and/or flexibility of her amazing body. 
Greg made her bounce a quarter off her firm ass and into a bottle.  Jason
made her use her breasts to squeeze all the toothpaste out of a tube.  Wes
made her pop balloons with her ass cheeks and Douglas made her use her
nipples to type the sentence "Cori is a very naughty office slut" on his
computer.  Cori found that she had to stand over the keyboard with her
breasts hanging down and use her hands squeezed around her breasts to punch
at the keys hard enough to make the letters appear on screen.  She laughed
and giggled the whole time, wondering if she looked as silly as she felt,
milking out one letter at a time.  The guys were laughing, too.  And
pinching and squeezing and staring and taking pictures and videos.

   Soon, Cori was wearing only her thong - having dumped the candy on her
desk - and thigh highs and heels.  The party continued as they all got
buzzed on punch.  The guys smashed cupcakes against Cori's breasts, then
made her lick the frosting off or licked it off themselves.  They stuffed
gummy worms and candy bars inside her pussy, then fed them to her.  They
threw a collection of dildos in a trash can and made Cori "bob for cocks" -
whichever one she came up with, they would stick in her ass or pussy until
she pulled another one out between her teeth.

   "OK guys, ready for something fun?" she asked, obviously knowing the
answer.  "I'm going to hide in the bathroom.  I want you all to undress and
then make this room as dark as possible.  Put this black light in the
middle of the room.  You'll see why soon.  And move the desks and stuff to
the side if you can.  The darker the better.  You'll be able to see me, but
I won't be able to see you.  Put on some dance music and watch me dance for
you and then do whatever you feel like, I guess."

   Cori waited in the bathroom until she heard the dance music pumping and
someone knocked on the door.  She came out and the room was pitch black. 
They had turned off all the lights, disabled the emergency backup lights,
unplugged phones and computers and TVs - anything that had even power
buttons on them.  There was darker than even she imagined, with only her
glow-in-the dark thong, heels and stockings visible.  She fought her urge
to shuffle her feet and grope in front of her.  She trusted they had
cleared a path and took long, lanky strides to show off her legs as she
moved toward where she thought the middle of the room was.  She started
twirling her hips and kicking her legs, dancing to the beat.  She didn't
bother with making her tits do any extra bouncing or swaying - this show
was all about the legs and ass since that was all they could see.  She
pulled on her thong, showing them that she was playing with it.  Then she
tucked it between her ass cheeks, chuckling when they realized that part of
the string had disappeared and where it must be.

   It wasn't long before one of the guys joined her.  She didn't hear him
with the loud music, but felt his hands on her hips and his hard cock
against her ass cheek.  She swayed back and forth, grinding against him,
trying to figure out who it was.  But soon another man joined the party,
dancing in front of her, his cock touching her belly as two men sandwiched
her between them.  The other three men could guess what was happening from
the shadows moving around Cori's glowing body parts and kept their
distance. They watched as Cori's thong was pulled to the side and she was
lifted into the air.  The saw her long legs lock around an invisible waist
and her start to bounce up and down, seemingly suspended in midair.  They
saw the bouncing stop momentarily, the thong adjusted again and more
shadows moving.  Cori now had two cocks inside her - one in her ass, one in
her pussy - and she was being lifted up and down by two men.  From their
torsos, smell and cock sizes, Cori was pretty sure it was Greg and Jason.
She knew neither of them was Wes, for sure.

   Cori heard the men grunting over the loud music, then heard her own
ragged breathing as she let the cocks piston in and out of her in unison,
matching the throbbing beat.  She bit into one of their necks as she came,
then was dropped gently to the floor.  She knew they were close by and felt
the cum splattering on her belly from two different directions.  It glowed
under the black light, just as she had hoped.  They all saw her long legs
and displaced thong and cum-covered belly.  They also saw that cum lifted
into the air by some invisible object - her finger - and disappear into a
dark hole - her mouth.

   She stood up and started dancing again and two more guys joined her. 
She thought it was Barry and Douglas.  Soon, they two had Cori lifted in
the air between them, eventually dumping their loads on her tits.  She
didn't cum this time, but her pussy was hot and bothered in anticipation of
dancing with Wes, who was the only one left.  Sure enough, he joined her,
announcing his presence with a poke of his cock against her stomach.  Then,
her daring boy dropped to the ground and peeled off her stockings - she
stepped out of her heels and then back in.  Then he snipped her thong with
a pair of scissors and threw the glowing object across the room.  Now, they
could only see her glow in the dark heels as he bent her over one of the
desks in the corner of the room.  She kept her legs straight and he took
her from behind.  She came less than a minute after he entered her pussy,
then once more before he splattered her ass with white-hot cum.  They
waited until she ate it all before they turned the lights back on, clapping
for Cori and her lights-out show.

   It was now almost five o'clock and they all had places to be.  Still,
Cori had one more surprise for them.

   "I guess you all wonder why I dressed like a princess," Cori said. 
"Well, I was thinking about Cinderella.  You know how she had the slipper
and the prince had to find the woman that it fit?  Well, I had a little
twist on that I thought you might like.  I have five Y-shaped chains here.
We're looking for the chain that is the perfect fit from my nipples to my
clit.  Two are two long and two are too short and one is perfect.  You're
going to each pull a chain out of this bag and you get to put it on me and
see if yours fits.  Whoever has the right size chain gets to take me home
and if that trip home should require a detour to the back seat or a little
cock-sucking while you're driving or whatever, well, I guess that's the
price I'll have to be willing to pay.  Sound fun?"

   They agreed it did and each pulled a small gold chain from the leather
pouch Cori had placed them in.  She hoped Wes or Douglas would win, but was
prepared for anyone and anything at this point.

   Barry tried first, but his was way too long.  He gave her tits a
farewell squeeze and left.  Greg was next and his was too short.  He tried
to make it reach and Cori had to double over to keep him from hurting her
nipples.  He watched Jason's come up short and the two jerks left together
in a huff, not waiting to see who won between Douglas and Wes.

   Douglas tried next and it was a perfect fit.  Cori was a little
disappointed, but perked up when Douglas said, "Look, I'd love to get one
more crack at you, but I promised Steph I'd be home by 6 for a party
tonight.  Wes, bud, if you want it, it's yours." Cori tried to hide her
smile, but Wes didn't.  He grinned as he shook Douglas' hand and looked
Cori up and down as if he couldn't believe his luck.  Douglas left and Cori
asked Wes what he wanted her to wear to the car.

   "Hmm," he frowned.  "We tore just about everything you had up.  Or
stained it.  Or both.  Let's see what's left over from your fantasy
clothes."

   He picked up a blue sling bikini.  "Would you mind wearing this for me?"
he asked.  The way he asked was sweet, Cori thought.  He wasn't ordering
her and his tone of voice suggested that he would genuinely consider it a
favor to him if she wore it.  She wasn't surprised at his choice - the
slings seemed to be a universal favorite.  She supposed she understood why
- the three points of contact, the ample amounts of bare skin, the teasing
way one tiny string suspended in mid-air between the ass and shoulders held
everything together, the constant possibility of a slip of the fabric
baring a nipple or part of a pussy lip.  Yeah, she could understand why a
guy would like it.  She removed her chains and nipple and clit rings and
put on the tiny suit, which, like all the slings the guys had ever ordered
for her, was a couple sizes smaller than she should be wearing, ensuring
that the suit was pulled taut, the strings suspended over her skin, the
cloth clinging to her featured body parts.  He gave her clear stilettos to
go with it.

   "This place is a mess," Cori said looking back at the office as they
prepared to leave.  "I better come in this weekend and clean up.  The
janitors won't know what to do with it all." She jotted a note and stuck it
to the door letting the cleaning crew know she'd be in on Saturday to
straighten up.  She joined Wes on the elevator and he promptly pulled her
top straps to the side, baring her breasts, his hands poised on the fabric,
ready to cover them back up whenever the elevator came to a stop.  It
stopped at the next floor down and several of the guys who had participated
in the stairway gang-bang jumped on, excited to see Cori and her skimpy
sling.

   "I think we need to take another walk up the steps," one of them said,
only half-jokingly.

   "Sorry boys, I'm a one-man woman," Cori said, snuggling up against Wes.
He wrapped his arm around her, his thumb resting on the side of her breast.


   "Give her one for me, then," one guy said to Wes, giving him a thumbs
up.

   They got off the elevator and Cori looked for Harold, but he wasn't at
the front desk.  It was after five and she knew he often locked the front
door after five on Fridays and made rounds between five and six, making
sure the building cleared.  The guys on the elevator all insisted Cori go
first and she walked hand-in-hand with Wes while a half a dozen guys
followed, all staring at her ass, many of them snapping pictures with their
phones.

   Wes opened the door to his Jeep for her and she climbed in, taking her
time, giving him a good look at her ass before she plopped into the seat,
making her boobs bounce for him.

   "Man, I hope you don't mind me saying, but that was awesome walking out
with you like that," Wes said.  "Just showing you off to those other guys,
knowing they want what I have - even though I know it's only for a few more
minutes."

   "It's OK," Cori said.  "I know guys like that.  There's nothing wrong
with it - it's something in your genes.  Every guy dreams of the trophy
wife or girlfriend.  I never thought of myself as a trophy, but I'm
flattered that you think that way about me."

   "Oh, you're amazing.  Absolutely amazing," Wes said.  "Um, look, I know
you've had a really long day, so if you don't want to do anything, you
know, I'll understand.  I can take a rain check."

   "That's sweet," Cori said.  "But there's this cute little park on the
way to my house with a parking lot hidden by a lot of trees.  I always
wanted to park there and fuck in the back of a car.  I was sorta hoping
you'd be the one I could do that with today."

   "Shoot, I bet you wish Douglas would have kept the date," Wes said. 
"Every girl likes Douglas."

   "He's OK, I guess," Cori shrugged, "but I truly wanted you more.  You're
the only guy I've ever been with who has made me cum every time I've had
sex with him.  It's true.  I've never faked it once with you."

   "Wow," Wes said.  "Why?  I mean, I'm nothing special."

   "You're cuter than you think, and there's something different about you.
Very special, I think.  You have a good heart, I think.  A naughty mind
sometimes, though.  What was up with that rule that I have to bend over to
sign papers?  Naughty boy."

   "Hey, you're the one who provided the inspiration," Wes said.  "So, I
really make you cum?"

   "Every time," Cori said.

   "Pressure's on now," Wes joked.  "You know, you make me cum every time
too."

   "No kidding!" Cori laughed.  "Hard to believe.  Well, you know, I had an
idea for how we might be able to both accomplish something at work and get
to test our mutual orgasms a little more frequently."

   "I'm all ears - and a boner," Wes said.

   "OK," Cori said, "you know Peggy Stimson, the golfer."

   "Sure," Wes said.  "She's supposed to be the first huge women's golf
star.  Her pictures are everywhere on the Internet - golf's version of
Maria Sharapova or Anna Kournikova.  What about her?"

   "She doesn't have an agent," Cori said.  "She just turned 18 and she's
turning pro.  Benson Sports Marketing should sign her."

   "OK, and how does that involve you and me?  Greg and Jason usually take
the new clients."

   "Not if Mrs.  Benson's as smart as I think she is," Cori said.  "Peggy's
mom was cheated on by her drunk husband, who left them.  She doesn't trust
men, a fact that has probably gotten worse as her daughter has become an
Internet sensation.  She's going to be a big star soon and you know hot
celebrity athletes and actors are going to be lining up to be the first to
tap that 18-year-old ass.  Think her mom will be happy to see Greg and
Jason on her doorstep, drooling over her daughter?"

   "No," Wes admitted, "Mommy might not like that."

   "But a woman might be able to get in the door - someone like me," Cori
said.

   "Sure, I can see that," Wes said.  "Where do I come in?"

   "I don't know the ins and outs of this business.  You do.  You have a
nice face, friendly voice.  You're cute, but not threatening.  That's a
compliment, by the way.  Mom's like you just as much as the girls do. 
Together, we gain their trust and she signs with us directly.  No middle
man, no limits on appearances, side deals with shoes companies - Benson
becomes her exclusive representation and we ride that wave."

   "I like it," Wes said.  "I think that might actually work.  Pitch it to
Mrs.  Benson like that and she'll probably greenlight it.  So, how does all
that give me a chance to have more sex with you?"

   "Well, I have no travel budget.  You do.  So, I suggest we share a room.
We probably need to be there a couple days.  One room with a king-size bed.
At least two nights.  Got your mind working on it now?"

   "Yeah," Wes grinned.  "That's a helluva an idea.  Where's this damn
park. I'm about to pop out of my pants."

   "Hold your horses," Cori laughed.  "It's right over there."

   As soon as they parked, Cori jumped out of the car, opened the back of
the jeep and climbed in, Wes following right behind her.  They left the
front windows open for some air, taking their chances that no one would
hear them.  Wes jumped on top of her and slid her sling to the sides of her
breasts and pussy, sinking his cock into her as she wrapped her long legs
around his torso.  They kissed passionately and Wes fucked her with slow,
gentle strokes, trying to take his time and make this last.

   Cori, though, wanted to be fucked hard and urged him with her hips and
tight pussy.  "Bang me good," she breathed.  "I'm your trophy slut. 
Everyone wanted me, but I'm yours.  Now fuck me like you mean it.  Punish
me for being a slut and showing off in front of them.  Pound my little cunt
and teach me a lesson with that big cock."

   Wes couldn't resist this teasing and picked up his pace, fucking her
with all the force and fury he could muster.  He felt Cori tense under him
and knew he had succeeded once again in making her cum.  "Oh god," she
gasped, "oh, yes!" Watching the ecstasy sweep across her face as beads of
sweat ran down her slender neck, his desire reached a fever pitch.  He
wasn't worried about any complaints about sloppy seconds this time and
coated her pussy walls with a torrent of creamy hot cum.

   "Imagine that as much as you want for two days," Cori grinned.

   "I already am," Wes said.

   He dropped her off a few minutes later and Cori entered the house still
riding the high from her orgasm and great conversation with Wes.  She
walked in to find Harris there.  Ty was gone and so was Jordan.  She
guessed he was over at her house, working on her "back door".

   "Hey, babe," Cori greeted Harris with a warm kiss.  "Bet you can't guess
what I did at work today." She twirled around, showing off her skimpy
sling.

   "Yeah, hard to tell," Harris laughed.  "Probably lots of paperwork and
boring phone calls."

   "Pretty much," Cori nodded.  "So, looks like it's finally just you and
me.  Hasn't been that way for a while.  I owe you some attention.  What do
you want to do tonight?  I'm all yours, you know."

   "You're sure in a good mood," Harris laughed.  "Cum a few times today,
did ya?"

   "Once or twice," Cori shrugged.  She coughed and felt something on her
lip.  She wiped it with a tissue, glancing at it to see that yet more cum
had blasted from her nose when she coughed.  "Mostly, I just like Halloween
and the weekend and being home." She left out that she really liked Wes and
that her sinuses were filled with swimming sperm.

   "Good, I'm glad you like Halloween because I thought we might check out
a haunted house," Harris said.

   "Sure, sounds like fun," Cori said.  "What shall I wear?"

   "Well, for Halloween you need orange and black," Harris said.  He gave
her a pair of black booty shorts, an orange tube top with "Ripe Pumpkins"
spelled out across the chest in black letters, and a pair of thigh-high
black leather boots with stiletto heels.  There were no panties, no thong
and of course, no bra.  He had her keep her hair down.  The outfit was
tight, curve-hugging and very revealing - at least one third of each ass
cheek and both upper and under cleavage was on display.  She felt like a
hooker in the high boots with the long zippers up the side and decided
that's what she would tell people she was dressed like.  If ever there was
a time to dress like a hooker and get away with it, it was Halloween.

   They drove to the haunted house, which was put on by the local parks and
rec and utilized volunteers from different groups to help run the event.  A
different group was responsible each day for the two weeks the haunted
house was open, and the group in question received one-third of the profits
for the day toward their organization.  Today's group was a local high
school baseball team raising money for a trip to play in a tournament in
Florida in the spring.  They would be the ones inside dressed as monsters
and jumping out and scaring people.

   Cori attracted quite a bit of attention as they waited in line, but she
was far from the only outlandishly dressed woman there, so it wasn't quite
as bad as it might have been on another day.  At least she wasn't getting
hateful looks from other women for a change.

   The line moved slowly because this haunted house only took two people at
a time through the house, separated by at least a minute.  A guide - one of
the high school players - led them in and walked behind them, carrying a
flashlight in case of emergency.  But keeping it to two people at a time
made it scarier for a lot of people, which was all part of the fun, of
course.  When Cori and Harris got to the front, the young man who greeted
them eyed Cori and said, "You know, it's scarier if you go alone.  It's up
to you, however you want to do it."

   "Might be fun," Harris said.  "I'll go first, make sure the coast is
clear for you."

   The young man followed Harris inside and a minute later, another of the
teenage baseball players followed Cori in, no doubt trying to figure out if
she would notice if he shined the flashlight on her ass while he watched
her walk.  He decided against it and they entered the pitch black maze. 
There was heavy metal music playing and crazy flashing lights ahead. 
Someone banged on the walls beside her and they rang with a metallic clang.
There were screams - some real, some piped in - and sounds of chain saws,
howling coyotes and shrieking cries for help.  Cori admitted that it gave
her chills, but that was the fun - it was scary, but safe, like a good
horror movie.  She moved steadily forward, anticipating someone or
something jumping out at her at any time.  The good thing was, they jumped
out, but they never touched you.  Just scared you and you moved on.

   Despite knowing all was safe, her nipples were hard with excitement and
her goosebumps popped up on her tan skin.  A monster with blood dripping
down its face jumped out at her, waving a fake knife, then jumped to the
side.  She turned to look at him as she moved by, then felt a quick but
unmistakable pinch on her ass cheek.  It was the side furthest away from
the monster, so it wasn't him.  Had to be the pimple-faced kid who was her
guide.  Probably took all the nerve he had to do that, Cori thought, just
let it go.  He's harmless.

   But a moment later, another hand groped her ass.  It was longer and
firmer this time and Cori spun but could see nothing.  Her guide bumped
into her and she pushed him back, "Take it easy!" she yelled over the din.
Just then, two hands grabbed her ass cheeks and yanked down on her shorts.
She spun again.  OK, so it wasn't her guide after all.  Who was it? 
Harris? Yeah, had to be.  How could he see her?  Probably some night vision
goggles or something.  But he didn't have them when they came in.  Weird.

   She turned back around and continued moving forward through the house,
looking at a deranged doctor cutting a living person apart and at a
deranged criminal bouncing around in his cell, trying to rip out of his
straight jacket.  Here, where there was more light, no one groped her and
she assumed that Harris had had enough fun and moved on.  He'd be waiting
for her when she got out, grinning and ready for a blowjob in the car.

   She passed the hall of horror, followed a narrow turn and found herself
in a small room with flashing lights.  Suddenly, a hideous clown leaped out
from nowhere and started bouncing around, chasing her.  She looked for the
way out, but couldn't see it right away.  Just when she saw the exit,
Frankenstein blocked the path, moving stiffly toward her.  This was odd. 
Usually they left the path clear.  She backed up, expecting either the
clown or her guide to bump into her.  She couldn't see her guide, but the
clown was bouncing around like a crazy person.  Suddenly, the room went
completely black.  Cori started moving back toward the exit she had seen
earlier, but stopped when she felt hands on her breasts, squeezing them. 
She tried to push away, but another set of hands grabbed her shorts and
yanked them half way down her legs.  As she spun, the hands on her breasts
pulled her top down and her boobs sprang free.  What the hell kind of
haunted house was this?  She thought.  It's not a haunted house, you idiot,
it's a rape.  Get yourself out of here, now.  But how?  She couldn't hear,
couldn't see and somehow her attackers could obviously see her.  They had
to be using some sort of night vision.  Screaming for help was useless and
counting on someone else to catch them in the act was just wishful
thinking. It was pitch black and loud.  They could be fucking her a foot
away from the next people through the house and they would never know what
was happening.  No, if she was going to get out of this, she'd have to do
it herself.

   She scratched at one attacker and thought she got skin, but it might
have been just his mask.  One of them grabbed her around the waist and
grabbed her exposed pussy.  She squirmed but he was strong and two fingers
got inside her.  Two other hands pulled roughly on her nipples.  Cori spun,
sticking her elbows out and blindly caught one of them in the jaw.  She
kicked hard in the general direction she thought he'd spun and felt the
satisfying crunch of her heel striking a soft spot - either the stomach or
groin, she wasn't sure.  Hoping that slowed one of them down, she hurriedly
pulled up her shorts and ran for the exit.  She saw light and kept running
as a man with a chain saw jumped out at her and started running after her
until he realized that her tits were exposed, then he just stopped and
stared.  Cori left her guide and the little teenage rapists behind, tugging
her top back into place just as she reached the exit.  Harris was there
waiting for her, his expression telling her that he had no clue what she
had been through.  She grabbed his hand and said, "Come on, let's go."

   "That scary, huh?" he asked.

   "You have no idea," Cori said.  "Come on.  Take me to dinner somewhere,
OK?"

   "Sure," he said.  "You OK?"

   "I'm fine, just hungry and a little jumpy, I guess."

   He took her to a nice Italian restaurant about half an hour away, hoping
to keep the risk of seeing one of his co-workers out while he was with
Cori. The haunted house had seemed a safe choice and the restaurant was
fine.  Not many diners were dressed for Halloween, but again there were
just enough that Cori's attire was acceptable to all those around her.

   On the way home, Harris had one final surprise for her.  "Hey, you know
that older gentleman who lives next to you?"

   "Sure," Cori said.  "He was taking pictures of me the other day.  I
pretended not to notice and gave him a little show.  Seems harmless
enough."

   "He is," Harris said.  "His name is Waters and he's actually a former
trustee.  He's retired now, of course, but years ago he enjoyed the company
of many a coed himself.  He married a 25-year-old when he was 45, then
dumped her for a 20-year-old when he was 55.  He's 65 now and lives alone,
but as you saw, he still has an eye for coeds.

   "Despite all that, he's a good guy, does tons for charity and the
university and was a mentor to me - in more ways than one.  He doesn't know
about you and me, so don't mention my name or anything.  But just go up and
ring his bell and tell him you want trick or treat.  I guarantee he'll bite
and you can have some fun.  You don't need to fuck him, but give him a
little thrill.  OK?  I'll park down the street here and wait."

   "Sounds like fun," Cori grinned.  She loved teasing guys, especially if
she felt it was safe.  Given Waters' advanced age, standing in the
community and the fact that Harris was nearby, Cori felt safe enough to
have some fun.  It was dark now and as she walked under the streetlights,
she felt even more like a street hooker trolling for a john.

   She walked up the steps, rang the doorbell and waited.  The door opened
and Waters' eyes bulged.  "Trick or treat!" Cori said, smiling and licking
her lips playfully.

   "Excuse me," Waters said, his hearing obviously affected by his vision,
which was full of tits and legs.

   "I said Trick or Treat, Mr.  Waters," Cori said.  "I'm your neighbor.  I
should have introduced myself earlier.  Anyway, I thought this would be a
fun time to come say hi."

   "Well, hello," he said.  "Welcome to the neighborhood.  Um, I don't
usually have any trick or treaters, but I might have some candy in here. 
Want to come in?"

   "Sure," Cori bounced in after him.  "If you don't have any candy, it's
OK.  I like to eat lots of things." Cori was sure the double meaning was
obvious.

   "Really?" Waters said.  "Doesn't look like you eat much at all.  And, if
you don't mind my saying, what you do eat goes right to your breasts. 
Unless those are fake."

   "No, they're real," Cori said.  "Funny you say that, a guy I knew used
to say if I was 120 pounds, 100 pounds had to be in my tits and ass."

   She turned slightly and let Waters study her ass.  "Yes," he said, "I
would have to agree.  You certainly make the neighborhood more beautiful."

   "Aw, thanks," Cori said.  "It's nice here.  I really like it.  Hey, cute
kitty!" She spied a cat in the corner and went over to it, bending at the
waist to pet it.  She knew Waters was taking in the view and slipped her
hand along the front of her shorts, gathering what little loose material
she could and pulling it forward.  She felt the edges of the shorts creep
further into her ass crack and heard Waters mutter, `Oh my.' Cori smiled to
herself.

   She stood, turned and saw that Waters had a hard on.  She decided to
call him on it.  He was bold, right, so why not be bold right back?  "Hmm,
Mr.  Waters, looks like you are a little excited."

   "Yeah," he said, "half-dressed, hard-bodied coeds seem to have that
effect on a man.  Want to give me a hand with it?"

   "Why, Mr.  Waters, you're not suggesting I fuck you are you?"

   "Nope," he said.  "That would be great.  But I'll settle for a hand job.
Whaddya say?  I mean, you didn't really come over here dressed like for a
Snickers bar, did ya?"

   "No," Cori smiled, "I most certainly did not.  Got any lotion?"

   "I prefer more natural lubrication - if you can spare some spit or maybe
a little juice from that pussy of yours."

   A minute ago, Cori had never met this man old enough to be her
grandfather.  Now, he was ogling her and talking about her pussy juice. 
Yes, it was safe to say Waters was direct and no doubt used to getting what
he wanted.

   "Hmm, natural is better I supposed," Cori said.  "Why don't you have a
seat on the couch and let me do the rest?"

   "A coed with some initiative, I like it!" Waters said.  "Keep that
attitude and that body and you'll go places in this world kid.  Come on,
make an old man's day."

   "Would an old man like to see some young, firm tits?" Cori asked
playfully, pulling her tube top below her breasts.

   "Ripe pumpkins indeed," he said, squeezing them.  "That's the pumpkin.
How about the pie?"

   Cori smiled and pulled down her shorts, stepping out of them.  She
turned her back to him, spread her legs and let him study her pussy lips
from behind.  His fingers moved between her legs and traced the outside of
her pussy.

   "Been a while since I had something that nice," he said.

   "Oh, I doubt that," Cori smiled.  "Now, what were we saying about
lubrication?" She knelt down and went down on him, kissing the head of his
cock, which was firm and thick and impressive for a man his age.  She
licked and sucked on the head, then bobbed her head down the shaft, coating
it with saliva.  She rested his cock on her nose and took his balls in her
mouth, slathering them with spit as well.

   "That should do the trick," she beamed at him as took his cock in her
hands and started pumping it slowly up and down.

   "What would that young man you're living with think of this," Waters
said, referring of course to Ty.

   "Oh, don't worry about Ty," Cori laughed.  "He puts his cock everywhere
but my hands.  As long as he gets the rest, he doesn't mind a bit."

   "So, if you have him, why are you here?" Waters said, enjoying the slow
manipulations on his cock.

   "I just like to be neighborly," Cori said.  "I think good neighbors help
each other and are open and honest with each other.  Some neighbors want to
borrow a cup of milk, some just need a hand from time to time."

   "Well, you're quite handy," Waters said.  "A little faster please.  And
would you mind licking my balls some more?"

   Cori picked up the pace with her hand and sucked on his heavy round
balls, the picture of hot cum slowly reaching a boiling point inside those
soft sacks returning to her sex-addled brain.

   "May I cum on your tits?" Waters asked politely, even as his breath grew
shorter and his cock started to twitch.

   "Of course," Cori said, sitting up and pointing his cock right at her
tits.  She kept stroking faster and faster as thick white cum spurted from
the head of his cock and landed in gooey strings across her breasts.  It
dripped down and soaked the orange tube top that rested on her rib cage.

   "I should wash that for you before it stains," Waters said.

   "Oh, it's OK," Cori said.

   "No, really let me wash it.  It will give you an excuse to come over and
see me again."

   "OK," Cori relented, peeling off the top and wiping the rest of her
breasts clean.  No need to tip him to her cum-eating habit just yet.  She
handed it to him and said, "but I don't need an excuse to come back.  I'll
stop by and see you.  And any time you need a hand, you just yell."

   "Will do," Waters said, giving her breasts a final squeeze.  "And just
to let you know, my front yard is a great place to stretch after a long
run."

   "I bet it is," Cori grinned.  "And just to let you know, I like to run
in the mornings or the evenings.  Usually either before 8 or after 7.  Just
in case you need to know for any reason."

   "I get the picture," Waters joked, his double-meaning not lost on Cori.

   She put her shorts back on, gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out,
trotting topless down the street toward Harris' car.

   "Looks like things went well," Harris smiled.

   "It had a happy ending," Cori assured him.  "Now, is there anything I
can do for you?"

   "Let me tie you to the bed and do nasty things to you?"

   "I thought you'd never ask," Cori grinned.