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Cori did so, and Mr. Bell noticed she had to hold her bathing suit straps in place against her nipples. The fabric was stretched so taut over her breasts that Mr. Bell expected the thin straps to snap like rubber bands. Unfortunately, they held, but he still got an ample close-up of her oh-so-firm breasts. They were so large, he had initially assumed they were fake, but their natural roundness and firmness made him think they might actually be real. Which would make them all the more impressive.

"Forgive me for asking, but are your breasts real?" Mr. Bell asked.

"No problem. Yeah, they're all me. Nothing fake. Do you think I need implants?"

"Oh no, not at all. I think they're pretty much perfect now. I was just curious. Extra-large fake breasts can lead to back problems sometimes, you know. But I don't think that's a problem for you at all. Don't change a thing."

Just then, the phone rang. Cori sat up to get it, but saw Ben walking out of the garage, motioning for her to stay put while he picked it up. When he hung up the phone, he came over to the table.

"What are you two up to?" he asked, smiling. "Some form of pool I don't know about?"

"No," Cori grinned. "Mr. Bell's helping me with my sore back." She winked quickly, letting Ben know to play along, even though she had never complained of a sore back.

"Well that sure is nice of you, Mr. Bell," Ben said. "So how bad of shape is she in?"

"Oh, she's in magnificent shape. She just has a bit of stiffness in her back. I was just about to check for more serious damage, but I think I have a few stretching exercises I can show her that should clear it up."

"Good. She's very flexible. She can put her legs behind her head or do the splits, so don't be too easy on her."

"Good tip," Mr. Bell smiled, already thinking of the positions he could put her nubile body in. He had to see it. "Really, she can put her legs behind her head?"

"Sure. Go ahead and show him, Cori."

Locking her eyes on Mr. Bell's and smiling, Cori lifted her legs up over her shoulders, then, leaning her head forward, locked them in behind her neck. They pushed at the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together. One of her straps slipped off her nipple. She reached to put it back, but Ben stepped in before she could.

"Here, let me help you with that," he said. He lifted both straps as high as he could — which wasn't far, due to how tight they were — giving Mr. Bell a few seconds to look at her dark nipples before replacing the straps over them.

"Mr. Bell," Ben said, pointing to Cori's fully exposed crotch. "Would you mind helping her with her suit. It seems to be pulled up a bit tight." Sure enough, the thin strap of cloth covering her pussy was pulled so taut that it had slipped in between her puffy pussy lips.

"Oh, certainly," Mr. Bell said, with a seriousness that made it sound like she had an open wound and he had to stop the bleeding. As he reached out, he found that his hands were actually trembling with excitement. He gripped the fabric where it emerged from her pussy lips. It was loosest here and he could get his fingers under it.

Gently and very slowly he pulled up, sliding his fingers under the fabric and, as a fortunate result, between her velvety-soft pussy lips as he went. When he had the entire stretch of cloth out of her pussy, he pulled up on it as high as he could. This had to cause the thong to really dig into her ass, but he wanted to get a good look at her bare pussy before he covered it back up.

When he finally placed the suit back over her pussy lips, Mr. Bell lightly patted her twat . looked up and said, "All better?"

"Yes, thank you," Cori smiled.

"Well," Mr. Bell said, admiring Cori's total package, contorted like a pretzel, tits, ass and pussy on full display, "I guess you really can put your legs behind your head. Very impressive."

"Thanks. We did a poster like this once, didn't we, Ben?" Cori asked.

"Oh yeah. It's in the calendar this year too," Ben said. "Tell you what, Mr. Bell, since you've been so helpful with Cori, how about a free copy of this year's calendar?"

"That would be great," he said. "I guess I better go about earning it. Cori, why don't you go ahead and put your legs back down and I'll continue my examination."

Mr. Bell was disappointed to have to tell Cori to put her legs back down, but the disappointment didn't last long. He got to play with her body some more, now. He told her to keep her knees bent, shoes flat on the table. "OK, now keep your shoulder blades flat against the table — Ben, you might want to help her — and I'm going to push her knees to the side. This will twist you back and waist and should tell us if there's any discomfort."

Ben held Cori's bare shoulders against the table while Mr. Bell twisted her legs, knees together, first to one side, then the other. He pushed her knees to the table, twisting her body at the waist. As he did so, he ran his hands along her thighs and ass, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft skin. Her tan, like her body, was flawless and her skin was so soft and smooth he wondered if she bathed in lotion every night.

"Does that hurt at all?" he asked, holding her legs against the table and staring at her gorgeous ass.

"No."

"Good. Now roll over onto your hands and knees, please."

Cori did, and her heavy breasts, aided by gravity, strained more than ever against their flimsy restraints. Her ass wiggled invitingly as she positioned herself on the table. Mr. Bell directed her through a series of moves.

"Now, put your head all the way down on the table ... yeah, that's it ... and now lift one leg and kick it straight out behind you ... perfect ... now the other ... OK, relax. Did any of that hurt?"

"Not at all. But now my suit's riding up again. Would you mind?" Cori asked, still on her hands and knees and wiggling her ass.

"Certainly!" Mr. Bell said. "Pesky little thing, isn't it?" This time, he approached from the rear, gripping her thong just above her ass crack and pulling on it slowly. First, he pulled up on it, further wedging it into her pussy. Then he let the stretchy material snap back between her ass cheeks and pulled it slowly out of her pussy. Like before, he pulled it away long enough to take a good look before carefully laying it back over her lips. Again, he patted her twat gently, letting her know he was done.

"Thanks! Well, what do you think about my back?"

"You can get it up now," Mr. Bell said. "I think it's fine. Just a minor strain. Stand up and I'll show you a couple stretches you can do that should help it. If you forget to do them, I'm sure your co-workers and customers will be eager to remind you.

"First, put your feet and knees together and bend over straight at the waist. Good, now grab your ankles and hold that pose for 30 seconds. You'll feel a stretching in your back. That's what we want." Both Mr. Bell and Ben stood back and admired the view for the full 30 seconds. "Now, do the same thing, only with your feet spread just a little past shoulder width. No a little wider. That's it. Good. Now hold that for 30 seconds." Ben gave Mr. Bell the thumbs-up sign.

"Yeah, Cori," Ben said. "I definitely think you should do these exercises every day."

"Well, actually, she should do them at least three times a day," Mr. Bell said. "And more than that couldn't hurt. This next one is good too. Go ahead and cross your legs, then bend over at the waist, grab your ankles and hold for 30 seconds. Excellent! Still no pain right?"

"Right," Cori said. These stretches were no problem for her at all. She stretched every day before and after her workout and she was very flexible. "No pain at all."

"OK, now go ahead and show me how you can do the splits." Cori, demonstrating her amazing athleticism and flexibility, promptly dropped to the floor, legs fully spread. "Wow, impressive!" Mr. Bell noticed that her suit had again scrunched up between her pussy lips. He didn't wait for her to ask for help this time. He simply stepped forward, crouched down and took matters into his own hands, pulling the suit back into place and, of course, fondling her velvety pussy in the process.

"Now, put your hands on your lower back and twist as far as you can, both to your left and right sides, keeping your legs split," Mr. Bell instructed, noting how this put not only her pussy on display, but how putting her hands behind her back forced her tits to stick out even more prominently than usual. "Now, lean forward, stretch your arms out in front of you and lean forward as far as you can with your legs still spread. That's it. Touch your forward to the carpet if you can. Excellent!" The men stood behind Cori to get a good view of her ass in the position.

"All right, you can stand up," Mr. Bell said, again adjusting Cori's suit for her — both on her tits and pussy — as she stood up. "If you do those exercises at least three times a day, every day, that should help."

"Great! Thank you so much," Cori said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and a hug, squeezing her tits against him. "I feel better already."

Just then Chad came out to tell Mr. Bell his car was ready. "All done, Mr. Bell," he said. Then he noticed Cori for the first time that morning. "Wow, nice outfit, Cori. I'd say that's about a 95!"

"You think?" Cori smile. "It is pretty skimpy."

"What's a 95?" Mr. Bell asked.

"Oh, that's how we rate Cori's outfits for skimpiness," Chad explained. "A 95 means that 95 percent of her body is exposed. That would be a record, I think. She's usually around 75 or 80 percent in her skirts and tank tops."

"Well, if you rate them for how she looks in them, this one's a 10," Mr. Bell said.

Everyone seemed to agree on that, including John and Ty, who came walking in.

"Definitely a record," John said, clearly proud of his selection. "Top that, Ty."

"Well, it will be fun trying, won't it, Cori?" Ty said. "We'll have to look through the catalogs and see what we can find."

Cori took a couple of photos with Mr. Bell before he left and Ben promised to send him an 8x10 (to his office of course) as well as adding Mr. Bell to the wall at the shop. Mr. Bell drove off with his calendar in hand and a huge smile on his face. How many repair shops left their customers feeling that good after forking over $600? Not many, and that's why Cori was so valuable to the shop. A sexy outfit and a few harmless poses had made Mr. Bell's day and, because she understood what this was all about, Cori felt nothing but pride in herself and her role.

Ben was also proud of her, but moreover, her little stretching exercise with Mr. Bell had left him quite horny. He hadn't used one of his nights with Cori last night, so he was more than ready for some action.

"You fellas know what you need to do back there?" he asked the guys. They, of course, knew what he meant and told him to go ahead — they had plenty of cars to work on and John would watch the front desk.

Ben took Cori by the hand and led her to his office and closed the door. This wasn't at all unusual. The guys were each allowed a certain number of sexual encounters with Cori each week. Being the owner, of course, Ben had the most, being assured of 5-10 per week. John, the senior mechanic, had her 3-5 times per week and Ty and Chad had her 2-3 times each.

The guys were not permitted to exceed their allotment. To help ration out everyone's time, they came up with a weekly schedule for each night. A full night — which could begin as soon as work ended and last until morning — counted as two on each man's weekly allotment, whether they had sex with her one time or six times during the night.

The guys were flexible on their nights and would frequently trade to accommodate one another's schedule, but in general, Ben took Cori on Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays, accounting for six of his 10 weekly encounters. John took Mondays and Thursdays, leaving him with just one other time during the week. Ty and Chad alternated Saturday nights and Wednesday nights, each taking one additional turn sometime during the week.

On these nights, the guys could basically do whatever they chose with Cori. Sometimes, they wanted to go on "dates", taking her to eat, or to a movie or a game. Sometimes, they stayed in all night. Sometimes, they went to her place, sometimes to their own and sometimes to a hotel.

The men generally used their non-nightly encounters for at-work or right-after-work sex. Ben was spending one of his four "floating fucks", as the guys called them,, now.

Cori, of course, willingly followed him into his office, ready to please him as was her job. She knew this would probably be a quick one — they usually were at work. Ben was a sweet guy, but when he got horny, he was very focused on getting off and gave in fully to his animal instincts. He could come across sounding rough and dominant when he got like this, but Cori had learned long ago that in no way did he look down on her. Taking control and being aggressive helped him get off, and there was nothing more to it than that.

That's what he did here. He took control. He wasn't interested in small talk or kissing and hugging. He wanted to fuck his hot-as-hell shop clerk. After closing the door, he started barking orders and unzipping his pants.

"Show me what you learned from, Mr. Bell," he said gruffly. "Bend over and grab your ankles. That's it, show me that hot little ass. Do you know how bad he wanted to fuck you? I bet he jacked off on his way home just thinking about what a slut you are."

Cori didn't say a word. She wasn't a bit scared; Ben would never harm her and she knew he didn't consider her a slut. But she knew that this little power play was like a fantasy to him. She was very important in that fantasy, of course, but her role didn't call for any speaking parts right now. She was supposed to do whatever he told her to and speak only if told to.

"Spread those legs like you did for Mr. Bell. That's it, show me that pussy, too." He stood behind her now and pulled up on her thong until it tightened and slipped between her pussy lips again. "Oh dear, your pussy's showing again! Let me help you with that, you naughty slut." He was see-sawing the thong back and forth across her clit now. Cori displayed her incredible balance, holding her position without wavering.

"Your pussy's wet. You liked it when he touched you, didn't you. Yeah, you liked that and that's why you kept losing your thong in your cunt. You naughty little slut," Ben was talking through clenched teeth now, his hard cock rubbing against her soft thigh as he played with her thong. "Put your hands on the coffee table and let's do this right."

She had to stand up and take two steps to get to the coffee table in front of his desk. She bent over at the waist again, legs spread, and place her hands on the coffee table, which was at about knee height. This position — which she'd been in many times before — succeeded in keeping her ass at a nice, high level while also allowing her tits to be fondled.

Ben got behind her and snapped her thong to the side of her puffy pussy. A moment later, all seven, thick inches of his cock were buried in her pussy. He leaned over her and pulled the straps away from her tits. He gave them a good squeeze, tweaking both rubbery nipples, before putting his hands on her hips and beginning to give her a good, hard fuck.

He pounded away at her pussy as he had done so many times before. Always, he was impressed by the tightness and elasticity of her pussy, as well as how hot and wet it got for him every time. It was a rare woman who could be ready to go anytime, anywhere.

That was one of the things Ben loved about Cori, and he knew that he did love her. No, not in a marrying sort of way, but in a very close friend sort of way. He thought of their relationship as if he was fucking his best friend's little sister. He liked her, protected her and took care of her, but there was nothing wrong with being hot for her too.

The fucking was hard and fast, but far from brutal. He buried his cock to the hilt with every long, hard thrust, never slowing his furious pace until, at last, he spewed a gushing load of thick cream into her accepting pussy, which continued to squeeze his cock for every drop until he pulled out. Then, without needing to be told, Cori turned around, dropped to her knees and cleaned his cock with her mouth. All of the guys like for her to do this, of course, but Ben was the only one who insisted upon it. Not once had he fucked her without her cleaning his cock when he was done.

"Whew, I needed that one!" Ben said, stuffing his cock back in his pants. "Thanks, babe. Wow, you really do look hot in that suit. John's in for a good time tonight, especially since he picked that one out."

"I hope he likes it," Cori said, putting her suit back in place. "He was so excited when he picked it out."

"I saw his face when he came in, he likes it," Ben assured her. "Well, get cleaned up. I'll watch the front desk until you get back."

A few minutes later, after a quick but thorough cleanup, Cori came back out to the front, looking as hot and fresh as when she first walked out of her townhouse that morning. Ben and John were both at the front desk while Ty and Chad were in the back, working on a pair of cars.

"So do you like your suit, John?" Cori asked, rubbing up next to him.

"I sure do. Better than I even imagined," he said, putting his arm around her bare shoulders. "But I do have one suggestion."

"Really? What is it?"

"Baby oil," John said. "I think you'd look absolutely amazing all oiled up in that suit."

"It would probably slide right off her," Ben laughed.

"All the more reason to give it a try, huh?" John smiled, and produced a large bottle of baby oil from under the register. "What do you think, Cori?"

"Let's try it!" she smiled. "Want to give me a hand — or two?"

"Of course," John said, wiggling his fingers.

"I better get back to that Chrysler," Ben said, walking toward the garage. "Have fun!"

"All right, why don't you have a seat on that stool and we'll get started," John said.

Of all the guys at the shop, John was probably the sweetest and most protective of Cori. He was sort of like a father-figure to her, though not in a sick incestual way. Of course, the fact that he had dated her mother long before Cori was born had been the cause of a bit of uneasiness at first, but Cori had long ago cured John of any guilt about fucking her. He was by no means a dirty old man.

Sure, he liked to fuck Cori and never shied away from his opportunities, but he was also respectful of her and all women. He often gave Cori advice and was her shoulder to lean on. Cori loved him, too, and repaid his kindness by allowing him to have his way with her and live out every older man's fantasy — fucking a hot young babe less than half his age.

Cori always like her evenings with John. She liked all the guys, as a matter of fact, and loved them each in their own way. Ben, of course, had a couple of different sides. Sometimes he wanted to romance a bit, and other times he simply got down to business. Either way, he enjoyed talking dirty and being in control.

Ty, who was probably her best friend and the guy she had the most in common with, liked to role play and take Cori out in public. He had a very active imagination and Cori was always happy to live out his fantasies with him. He also had the biggest cock of all of them at a full, very thick 10 and a half inches, and made a genuine effort to pleasure her as well as himself.

Chad had the smallest cock, though it was still a respectable six inches, the same length as John's. But John's was significantly thicker than Chad's. But Chad was perhaps the horniest of all the men, which was saying something. He also was the kinkiest and talked the dirtiest.

He loved porn and sex toys. He was a lot of fun — a party kind of guy — who Cori loved for his playfulness. He was not someone she could take very seriously and, though she knew he would protect her, was the one she felt least close to. He was the only one she didn't think she'd be friends with if they didn't work together.

Though she trusted them all, John was the one she trusted the most, even more than Ben and Ty. She wasn't all that attracted to him physically, of course, but he had a nice body for his age and no trouble getting a hard-on. He was the least adventurous of the guys when it came to sex, but Cori had taught him a lot of new tricks and helped him give in to his natural instincts.

So, while he still held back sometimes in fear of hurting her, he was now much more apt to "fuck the shit out of her", make her deep throat him or even fuck her ass. Cori found it fun to tease him and drag the wild beast out of him. She considered it a personal victory to get him to call her a bitch or a slut while he was fucking her. That just wasn't in his nature and it was fun to see it when he let himself go.

She could tell he was feeling particularly frisky today and knew the suit had a lot to do with it. She gladly yielded to him as he poured oil on his hands, then began rubbing her neck and shoulders. She was sitting on a backless stool behind the counter and John was standing next to her with the bottle of oil on the counter.

"Oh, that looks good already," he said, staring at her skin, which now glistened where he had rubbed the oil on it. The oil made her tan appear even darker and her skin feel even smoother and softer. He worked behind her neck and then down her back, gently coating her with oil. He stopped when he reached the spaghetti straps on her hips and came around to the front.

One by one, he rubbed down her arms and shoulders, then he moved to her chest. Instead of pouring the oil in his hands first, he now poured a generous amount over her cleavage, letting it run between her breasts, down her stomach and in between her thighs. It began to seep into the suit, making it darker and vaguely transparent, her dark nipples becoming more noticeable through the fabric.

"Oooh, that's kind of cold," Cori giggled.

"I can see that," John said, noting the rise in her nipples. "Let me warm it up for you."

He lifted the strap off one breast and held it with his left hand while he rubbed the oil all over her breast with his right. He copied the procedure on the other breast, thoroughly coating both breasts in oil before replacing the straps over her nipples.

"Go ahead and stand up," John told her. She did, and oil began streaming down her thighs to her calves, dripping onto the floor. He knelt down in front of her and rubbed the oil all over her flat stomach, then poured more on, thoroughly drenching the tiny thong covering her pussy. He worked this in, too, lifting the material first to one side of her pussy, then the other, while he rubbed oil all over, including into her pussy lips. Her pussy glistened with moisture, looking more inviting than ever. He replaced the cloth over her pussy and admired the way her cameltoe was defined by the soaked, elastic fabric.

He poured another generous amount of oil on her ass, then lovingly rubbed it all over and in between her ass cheeks, pulling the thong out of the way in order to reach every square inch. By now, the bottle was threefourths empty and there was more than enough of it running down her legs that he didn't have to pour any more. He rubbed all over both legs, making sure she was covered completely. He even had her remove her shoes and rubbed oil on her feet before she put the sexy heels back on. He finished by dabbing a bit of oil on her forehead and cheeks.

She was officially covered from head to toe in baby oil and very little else. She looked sleek and sexy, her body glistening, tan and moist. "That's perfect," John whispered, in awe of his own handiwork. "Walk around and let me take a good look, please."

Of course Cori was happy to oblige. She walked out from behind the desk and back and forth across the entrance area, spinning around to give him a good view of all sides. They had done a lot of things to her body over the years, but she could never recall being thoroughly covered in oil like this — at least not when she wasn't tanning by the pool or on the beach.

She was surprised at how slippery her shoes now were, her feet sliding around in them. And, even though it had seemed like a joke at the time, she found that her suit, despite being tight enough to snap at any moment, really did slide around on her body now and felt like it could slip right off.

"Amazing," John said again. Cori was flattered by his genuine appreciation of her beauty. "I think the guys need to see this. There's nothing going on up here. Let's go show 'em."

Cori followed him through the swinging double doors into the garage, where Ben, Chad and Ty were all hard at work. "Hey guys," John yelled over the sounds of equipment and loud rock music, "check this out."

All three men looked up from their work, then put down their tools and came over for a closer look. They had never seen Cori quite like this before.

"Damn, that's hot, John!" Chad said, slapping John on the back and looking at Cori admiringly.

"I didn't think you could top the suit, but you sure did," Ben added, laughing. "Has it slipped off yet?"

"Not quite, but there's still hope," John laughed.

"Shit, Cori, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't know if you've ever looked better," Ty said, wide-eyed. "And that's saying something."

"Thanks," Cori said, spinning around again to give everyone a good look. They all touched her oily skin, laughing at how slick she was.

"Damn, Cori, you're going to make a mess wherever you sit," Ben laughed, clearly not caring if she stained every piece of furniture in the store so long as she looked this good. "And John, you might need to order another of those suits. I think this one might fall apart from all that oil. Or at least be stained."

"Don't worry," John said. "I'm going to order about 50 more of these. I'm going to get every color you can think of, and I'm going to get a couple that are a size smaller, just to see what happens."

"Go right ahead," Ben said. "Place the order today, if you like. That way a new one will probably be here by next week."

John went off to place the order, using the company credit card, of course, and Cori went back to her post at the front desk. She cleaned up the oil on the floor, then placed a towel over her chair and sat down.

It was now almost 11 a.m. and it would soon be lunch time. Usually, Cori walked down to the diner three blocks down to get the guys their lunch and bring it back. Sometimes, they had her go to a fast-food place or order pizza. She thought about walking to the diner today and wondered how in the world she'd be able to keep the suit from slipping off her breasts and/or pussy. She didn't mind being scantily clad in public, and had many times had to be conscious of short skirts with no underwear or drastically low-cut tops that cut down to her nipples. But she'd never really worn something quite so revealing as this in public, and certainly not with the very real possibility of it falling off entirely.

Harry, the 58-year-old mailman who weighed nearly 300 pounds, came through the door bringing the day's mail. As always, this was the highlight of his day. He loved to deliver to the shop every day and see what the beautiful Cori was wearing. She automatically stood up to greet him, letting take a good look from head to toe. She noticed his eyes bulge a bit when he noticed that her body was covered by oil.

"Good morning, Cori," he said. "Great outfit today. Mind if I...?"

Before he could get the words out, Cori was already leaning across the counter top, poking her tits out at him. His question was the same every day, and so was her response. He wanted to squeeze her tits, and, of course, she let him. He never put his hands inside her clothes, but today it was hard not to. When he squeezed her right tit, the cloth slid right across her nipple and over her round breast, snapping against her side.

"Sorry," he said, nonetheless groping her bare breast and nipple for several seconds before replacing the strap. "Well, thanks. Have a nice day!" Harry said, turning to leave. He took one last glance, then walked away, his day made by one minute of pure joy. Of all the routes in town, he was sure he had the best. Hell, there was a waiting list to fill in for him on his days off. It was all because of Cori at the Hard Body Shop.