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Ben pulled his cock out of her ass for a moment, turned on by the site of her round hole staying open, waiting for him to return. He did with renewed vigor, slamming balls-deep into her again and again. Alternately, he spanked her ass cheeks, careful not to hit hard enough to hurt her or leave any more than a small red mark.

"Yeah, you were shaking that ass all over the bar, weren't you slut?" Ben said, enjoying the opportunity to talk dirty. "You were practically begging for me to fuck your ass, weren't you? Well, is this everything you were hoping for, you slut. A nice big cock up your tight little ass, balls slapping against your pussy, getting your ass spanked. Yeah, you love this, don't you, bitch? Take that big cock all the way, slut. Damn, your ass is fucking hot. I'm going to cum in your ass, bitch. That's what you wanted, right? An ass-full of cock and cum?"

Moments later, Ben delivered on his promise, pumping her bowels full of his spunk. Cori was glad it happened pretty quickly. While she had learned to enjoy a good ass fuck, she liked them to be quick. She could have marathon fuck sessions with her mouth or pussy — and had many times — but found that anal sex stopped being enjoyable for her after about 10 or 15 minutes, especially when minimal lube was being used as it was this time.

There was plenty of lube now, though, as her ass overflowed with white, jelly-like cum. As he pulled his cock out, a long stream of cum followed, spilling out and running down her crotch and into the welcoming crevice between her pussy lips. Ben pulled her lips apart, letting the cum run out of one hole and into the other.

"Oh, that was so good, Cori," Ben said. "I had been wanting a piece of your ass all day. It was worth the wait."

"You know it's yours any time you want it," Cori said, slowly standing up, her legs a bit shaky from the rough reaming her ass had just taken. "Shall I go clean up?"

"Sure, I'll wash up upstairs and meet you back down here in a few," Ben said. "Oh, and just go ahead and take off your clothes. We're in for the rest of the night, so there's no reason to keep you all covered up. Just leave the heels and choker on."

Cori went to the bathroom in the basement, while Ben went upstairs. Normally, Cori would have cleaned off Ben's cock for him, but only Chad ever required her to clean his cock after anal sex. The others, being more aware of Cori's feelings and health, cleaned themselves.

Cori took her time cleaning up, washing her ass and pussy and fixing her lipstick. She rinsed her mouth with mouthwash and brushed through her hair. As requested, she removed her top and skirt and came out of the bathroom wearing only her heels and that sexy choker wrapped around her slender neck.

Ben was sitting on the couch, waiting for her to join him. He was wearing a pair of silk boxers and nothing else. He had poured two glasses of wine and had turned the TV on to a baseball game.

She curled up on the couch next to him, snuggling in against him as he put his arm around her. Aside from the nudity and the fact that he had just fucked her ass, they might have been any couple snuggling on the couch, sipping wine and watching a game. That didn't last long.

With her soft skin and firm, warm body pressed against him, semi-erect nipples and tender thighs touching his skin, Ben found it impossible not to touch her, kiss her and play with her. Soon, his arm around her bare shoulder led to his hand on her bare breast, which then led to his fingers on her quickly hardening nipple.

He kissed her gently on the lips, then on her neck and finally took one long nipple into his mouth. Cori's nipples were very sensitive and she felt shivers of pleasure ripple through her as his soft lips sucked and nibbled on her nipple. Having had two orgasms this evening, he was now in no rush. Gently, he sucked on both nipples, squeezing her breasts and listening to her slightly more intense breathing.

He loved to watch her cum and he hoped that this nipple play would lead in the right direction. It usually did. He felt her body begin to respond as he continued his gentle touching and kissing. He ran his fingers over her flat, firm belly and lightly touched her thighs. He pulled her into his lap, putting her tits in his face. He continued to kiss and caress them gently, happy to feel her nipples get so hard and pleased by her body language as she leaned into him.

There was no dirty talk this time. This was a more sensual, erotic encounter, somehow made more intense by their silence. The only sounds were Cori's adorable gasps and whimpers as Ben slowly stoked her fire. That fire was spreading quickly from the tips of her nipples, through her breasts and down toward her loins.

With one hand on one breast and his mouth on the other breast, Ben gently touched her between her thighs, lightly teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. She gasped and spread her thighs slightly, giving him room to explore further and find her pussy. He cupped her mound gently in his hand, feeling the heat radiate through his palm. She was getting hot, all right, and he relished the idea of watching her cum.

Wordlessly, he turned her body sideways in his lap, then laid her down on her back across his lap, positioning her so that her head lay on a pillow, her back rested on one thigh and her ass on the other. In this position, her face was in easy view and her tits and pussy were both well within reach. To further expose her pussy to his probing fingers, he lifted her right leg and put it on the left side of his head, resting it on the back of the couch. He then put her left foot on the floor, spreading her thighs wide.

Cori closed her eyes and threw her hands back over her head, letting him do as he pleased to her body — all of which felt very good to her. With strong, experienced hands that knew their way around her body, Ben touched and teased his toy. He squeezed her breasts again and rubbed her nipples, making sure they were still at maximum arousal. Then he trailed his fingers lightly over her belly, watching her flinch and tremble as he tantalized delicate nerve endings.

Light caresses on her hips and thighs led him closer to her pussy once again. He slid his fingers through the narrow tract of well-trimmed blonde hair on her mound, following the thin line straight to her pussy lips. Warm and moist, they split readily to allow his middle finger to slide up and down between them. He didn't insert any fingers, just kept sliding them back and forth between her lips and over her clit, which now swelled up into an ultra-sensitive hot button. He teased it mercilessly but gently, rubbing back and forth across it, then around, occasionally trapping it between two fingers and squeezing softly.

With nipples and clit all erect, pussy hot and juicy and legs spread wantonly, Cori was the picture of sex. Ben hadn't built back up to another erection yet, but watching and playing with Cori was bringing him back quickly. There would certainly be more sex for him later. Right now, it was about pleasuring Cori and making her cum. While his fingers danced and played all around her pussy, never yet venturing inside, he intently watched her face. Her eyes were closed and she frequently licked her red, slightly parted lips. Her nostrils weren't doing their telltale flaring yet, but he expected it soon.

They both maintained their silence, focusing on the other sensations. Cori began rolling her hips in small circles, the desire building slow and steady between her thighs. Ben took his time, continuing to tease her clit and pussy lips, occasionally tweaking her breasts or tickling her belly, but never entering her pussy. She was very wet now, and extremely hot.

She began lurching, slightly at first, then more aggressively, signaling that she wanted fingers or something — anything — in her pussy. Naturally, Ben denied her that pleasure for several more minutes, knowing that the longer he did so, the more desperate her desire and, hopefully, the more intense her orgasm.

Soon, Cori's writhing became so earnest that she could no longer keep her left foot on the floor. Ben picked it up and pushed it back by her head. She took the hint and pinned it behind her shoulder. Now, both legs were up and spread wide, leaving her twat obscenely exposed as if she were position to do the old bicycle kick exercise. Ben fought the urge to slap at the puffy pussy lips that now glistened, moist and hot right in front of his face.

Despite her urgent thrusts and demanding whimpers, he still did not enter her pussy. He continued to massage it, using both hands to stimulate her lips and clit. She was practically humping the air now, but still he did not part those juicy lips. He continued to play with his sex toy, patiently watching her writhe in excruciating ecstasy, thrusting her hips, arching her back, whimpering and moaning and licking her lips. Finally, he saw those nostrils flare and felt her body tremble and he knew the time was right.

Slowly this time, he inserted one finger into her steaming snatch. His other hand continued to massage her clit in slow, agonizing circles. He pumped his finger slowly in and out of her despite her attempts to speed him up by humping frantically against his hand. He did appease her slightly by adding a second finger, but still did not pick up the pace with either hand. Her moans were filled with frustration now, but also intense pleasure. She was getting closer and closer to a massive orgasm.

Her breath was coming in short gasps and she began playing with her own nipples. Ben gave her a third finger in her pussy and pinched her clit. Her belly twitched and her entire body shivered and trembled as her orgasm rocked through her. Ben kept playing with his cumming toy, never letting up, and no sooner did her orgasm subside than she was on the verge of another.

"Pleeeasse!" she begged, breaking their silence with just one word. Ben gave in, added a fourth finger and began finger-fucking her at a much faster pace. He continued to play with her clit and held on to her pussy through a second body-rocking orgasm. Her hips kept pumping, she kept moaning and it was clear she wasn't done. Ben gladly kept going, playing with tits, clit and pussy as she spasmed through three more orgasms over the next 10 minutes. Finally, after orgasm number five, her body collapsed, exhausted and very satisfied. Only then did Ben remove his fingers and let her put her legs back down.

By this time, there was a small pool of her juices on the leather couch and her body was again covered in a light sweat. And, Ben was ready for his own round number 3 to begin. Smiling and laughing, he handed Cori her wine.

"Wow, that was something else," he said, watching her take a sip. "You needed that as much as I did earlier."

"Oh, that felt so good," Cori said. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, baby," Ben said. "My pleasure. I love to watch you cum. Turns me on — as you can see."

Sure enough, she looked at his crotch and saw that his cock was now about half-erect. "Hmm, what can we do about that?" she teased. "How about you give me a minute in the bathroom, then I'll be right back to discuss the various ways we can address this problem."

While Cori cleaned up, Ben cleaned the couch, then waited anxiously for her return. As soon as Cori came out of the bathroom, Ben told her to bring her bikini top with her. Cori was a bit puzzled by this, but picked it up and brought it back to the couch.

"All right," Ben said, "here's the deal. The game is in the fifth inning, which means it should last about another hour or so. You are going to suck my cock for the remainder of the game — slow and steady. Every time the pitcher throws a ball, you will deep throat me and stay all the way down until the next he throws a strike. When he throws a strike, you will suck the head of my cock.

"Because I want to last as long as possible, you will not bob up and down like you normally might. Just suck the head or hold the entire shaft in your mouth. During commercials, you can sit up and rest your jaws and get something to drink. I will sit her on the couch and you will lay across me with your head in my lap. Any questions so far?"

"I don't think so," Cori said. "Oh wait, what's the bikini top for? Do you want me to put it back on?"

"No, I've got another idea for it," Ben said. "I know you know not to use your hands while sucking cock, but over the course of an hour or so you might forget. So, to make sure you don't make that mistake, I'm going to tie your hands behind your back. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"Of course not," Cori said. "Whatever you think is best. Just don't tie them too tight, please."

"No problem," Ben said. Cori turned her back to him and Ben wrapped her wrists together in the tiny fishnet top, then used the thin straps to tie a loose but firm knot that would easily hold her until he was done. "There, does that feel all right? Not too tight?"

"Feels fine," Cori said. "Thank you."

Ben sat back down and pulled his cock through the opening in his boxers. Cori hopped on the couch and laid down on her stomach, her head in his lap.

"All right, it's 10:05 p.m. and the game is in the bottom of the fifth inning, one out," Ben said. "Let's see if we can make it to the end of the game. All right, here's the pitch — strike one. Play ball!"

Cori immediately went to work, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He was still only semi-erect, but she felt his cock harden as her lips and tongue began their well-choreographed dance on his mushroom head.

"Ball!" Ben said. Cori immediately dropped down, taking his entire cock into her mouth. She held it there, not moving her head at all, stimulating him only with suction, her fluttering tongue and the warmth of her throat. "Ball two!" She stayed where she was, breathing comfortably through her nose. It was far easier to hold a cock in your throat for a long period of time than to take a vigorous throat fucking. When a guy was slamming his cock into your throat as hard as he could time after time, it could become hard to breathe and the gag impulse was stronger. Relatively speaking, this was easy for a pro like Cori.

Ben, thoroughly enjoying both the game and the service being provided by Cori, sat back and sipped his wine, occasionally looking down to watch his cock disappear into his sex toy's mouth or to check out her ass, but mostly watching the game, which was tied 3-3 between the Braves and Dodgers. Ben was a pretty big Braves fan, as were most people in this town. The first batter — the Braves' cleanup man — finally drew a walk, meaning Cori kept his cock in her throat during the time it took the batter to walk to first, the catcher to come out to the mound to talk to the pitcher and the next batter to step in the box. The first pitch was another ball and Ben's cock remained deep inside its new home.

Having cum twice tonight already, Ben was in no rush to get off again. He had very good staying power and was confident that, with Cori's help, he could maintain his erection but hold off his orgasm for at least most of the rest of the game, at which point he hoped to drill her pussy — the only orifice he had not cum inside yet today.

After the inning ended, Ben let Cori up to catch her breath and relax her jaws. He gave her some wine and then went upstairs to get some cold beer and some chips. He had no end table downstairs, so when the game resumed, he put Cori's prone body to further use. He pulled her bound hands up into the small of her back and set the bowl of chips on one ass cheek and the bowl of dip on the other. He held the beer he was drinking and put a second cold beer in her bound hands.

The talented Miss Cori now seemed to be performing some sort of carnival act: "Come See The Incredible Sex Toy Serve Dinner With Both Hands Tied Behind Her Back And Her Face Filled With Cock!"

Ben wasn't into ridiculously kinky stuff — that was Chad's territory — but on occasion he loved to tie Cori up in some sort of light bondage. She was in no pain or discomfort now, but he loved the sight of her hands bound behind her back. He supposed it was something to do with having the power to do what he wanted to her and her submitting to him, but it was a power he would never abuse. He wouldn't hurt her, but acting out the controlling fantasy was a major turn on. He liked sometimes to spread her legs and tie them to the bedposts or to tie her tits in soft scarves. He knew Chad got a bit wilder — too wild as far as Ben was concerned, but Cori assured him he had never hurt her — but light and seductive bondage worked just fine for Ben.

He also liked to fool around with toys from time to time and, since they were in no hurry, he decided to have some more fun. What good was a sex toy if you didn't play with her? He had two strings upon which were tied four balls, designed specifically to be inserted into pussy or ass. Since he had two, double penetration made perfect sense.

While she continued her mouth exercises based on balls and strikes, he inserted the string with the thicker balls into her pussy, watching each of the balls pop inside her elastic snatch. The balls were large — about the size of golf balls — and filled her cunt nicely. When all four were inside, only about an inch of string was visible outside her pussy lips. It was knotted and had a loop in it to grab and pull out the balls.

The balls on the other string were just slightly smaller and he dipped these in some of his leftover wine to lubricate them. He poked them one by one into her ass until only the small tab of string was sticking out. He thought of her holes filled with those balls and was dying to see her try to walk.

At the next half-inning, he removed the chips, dip and beer from her body and asked her to go to the bathroom and retrieve her skirt for him. She stood up, her hands still tied behind her back, the two bits of string hanging out of her ass and pussy, and walked as naturally as possible across the room toward the bathroom. She heard Ben chuckle as she had to assume an exaggerated bowlegged stride to accommodate the cargo she was carrying in her ass and pussy. She made it to the bathroom without incident, but wasn't sure how to pick up the skirt with bound hands.

"Bend over at the waist and pick it up with your teeth," Ben instructed, sensing her indecision. As she bent over, he saw a metallic gold ball straining against her pussy lips and a silver one tucked just inside her asshole. To bend over far enough to pick up the skirt, she had to spread her legs out far to the side, keeping them straight, sort of like a giraffe bending over for a drink of water. With the metallic balls straining at her orifices, she presented quite a view.

She managed to grasp the skirt in her teeth and slowly stood back up, smiling and chuckling at herself, realizing how ridiculous she had to look. Ben was laughing, too, clearly enjoying the show and finding humor in her awkward movements. She was in no pain, so there was nothing sick or twisted about his enjoyment; it was funny, and they both knew it.

She returned with the skirt and Ben took it from her mouth. She realized he had just wanted to watch her walk, so she was a little surprised when he actually had a purpose for the skirt. He put it over her head, then had to stretch it to squeeze over her shoulders and then her breasts. Right under her breasts, he let the elastic go and hug her tight around the rib cage. This served two purposes: 1) it propped up her already firm tits even more, pushing them out and 2) it pinned her upper arms against her back. It was more about the look than any kind of actual restraint, but Ben liked what he saw.

The game came back on and they hurried back into positions, Cori sucking gently on his cock-head after the first pitch came in for a strike. It was now the top of the seventh inning and they had been at this for a little over 30 minutes. Feeling Cori's tongue explore his pee-hole, looking at her unique bondage and thinking about the jumble of balls inside her was making it harder for Ben to hold out. He wasn't sure he could make it to the end of the game.

"No break this half-inning," Ben said. "It's the seventh-inning stretch, so we need to do some stretching." Cori didn't answer, just kept sucking. When the inning was over, Ben told her what to do.

"Stick my cock in the side of your mouth," he said. "I want to see it inside your cheek." She did as instructed and he thrust upward, the head of his cock pushing against the inside of her cheek. "Yeah, it's stretch time — let's see how far we can stretch your cheeks." Ben started fucking her cheek, ramming his cock in and out very fast and hard. Cori just relaxed her mouth and neck and let him use her mouth as he desired. He put his hand on her throat, not choking her, but holding her in place, running his fingers around and under her choker. He shoved his cock down her throat and felt her throat react to the intrusion.

Ben was about to lose control when the game came back on and a strike was called. He let go of Cori's neck and she resumed her position on his cock-head, no bobbing, just licking and sucking. He did his best to focus on the game, trying not to think about what she was doing to him, but of course not wanting her to stop, either. The game, fortunately, was still tied and the Braves were mounting a rally, so it did hold his interest just enough to keep him on the verge instead of past it.

The Braves' rally died and the game was still tied, heading to the eighth inning. It was now 11 and Cori was still going strong, nearly an hour into the blowjob. In between innings, Ben moved around to the other end of the couch so that he was sitting with her legs on his lap. She was still face down, hands and arms bound behind her.

"Spread your legs a bit, babe," he said. "I think you have something stuck in your pretty pussy. Let me try to get it out for you."

Cori spread her thighs, giving him an unobstructed view and pathway to her twat. Ben grabbed the string and pulled slowly on it, feeling the resistance as her pussy involuntarily hugged the balls inside her. He saw her lips spread open and the first ball begin to emerge. With a final tug, it popped out of her pussy with a soft, wet pop and, despite coming fresh off multiple orgasms, Cori gasped as she felt a fresh new volt of pleasure.

He continued pulling steadily as the second, third and finally fourth balls popped out of her pussy, which was now slick with fresh juices. The game began again before they could get to the balls in her ass, so Ben resumed his position, putting his cock back in her mouth. The Braves brought in a reliever who was throwing nothing but strikes, so Cori spent virtually the entire inning working over Ben's cock head. It was a quick, three-up, three-down inning, and Ben went back to work on the balls in Cori's ass.

He had to pull a little firmer with these, her tight ass having a vice-like grip on the lucky spheres. When the first one popped out, Ben studied the way her asshole stayed open in a cute round O, affording him a look inside her where he could see the next ball ready to drop down the chute. He also noticed that her pussy was glistening with moisture now and leaking tiny drops of viscous fluid. He pulled the remaining balls out of her ass, each making a gushy, popping sound, then jammed his cock back in her mouth as the game resumed in the bottom of the eighth inning.

This was another quick, strike-filled inning, which was helping Ben's staying power. Sure, Cori's tongue-work on his cock-head was great, but it was the deepthroating that really pushed him to the edge quickly. When the inning was over, he sat back down between her legs and picked up the larger balls which had only minutes early had the good fortune to be residing within her tender pussy walls. The balls were slick with her juices and he easily popped two back inside her cunt. Then, to her surprise, he pushed the other two sufficiently lubed balls into her ass. He had to push both ends of the string inside her — one end in each hole, so the only "handle" to remove the balls was a half-inch of string that was stretched between her asshole and pussy.

The game came back on for the ninth inning, and Ben left Cori's holes filled like this while he sat back down, putting his face back in his lap.

"I just love baseball, don't you?" he said, holding the back of her head while she took him all the way down her throat after the pitcher threw a ball in the dirt. She mumbled something meant to sound like "Hmm, mmm" but it was hard to even mumble with eight inches of cock lodged in your throat. "It's an American tradition — baseball, apple pie and getting your cock sucked. That's what life's all about."

Ben sounded very contented and he was. How much better could he really have it than he did right now? A major babe, bound, naked and at his disposal, a big-screen TV tuned to the game, a cold beer in his hand — life really was good. He reached down between her legs and stuck his finger in her pussy, feeling the hard metal balls inside her. He pushed on them, removing the slack from the string and pushing them deeper inside her. Then, he did the same with the balls in her ass. She squirmed in apparent appreciation and kept on sucking. She had been sucking his cock for about an hour and a half now and showed no signs of fatigue or reduction in blowjob quality.

The top of the ninth was a long inning as the Dodgers loaded the bases, including two walks, before finally going down without scoring a run. The game moved to the bottom of the ninth, still tied.

Cori, who was also still tied, sat up in between innings and Ben gave her a sip of beer. Then he laid her back down and resumed playing with her ass and pussy, driving fingers into both holes and then spinning the balls inside her. Cori twitched and thrashed, driven crazy by the feeling of all that movement inside her. Just as the game came back on, Ben yanked all four balls out of her in a quick succession of sticky pops.

"This could be the last inning," he said. "In baseball, they say play each game like it could be your last. Well, I want you to suck my cock like it could be your last. You've been great the whole game, but I want your absolute best effort for this last half inning."

Cori gave him that, for sure. Her jaws were aching now, but nothing was going to keep her from pleasuring him. The Dodgers' pitchers added to her pain and his pleasure by walking three of the first four batters. The multitude of balls and seemingly endless catcherpitcher-manager conferences required her to deep-throat him for roughly 12 of the first 15 minutes of the inning. She didn't bob her head, just as Ben requested, but he was now putting his hands on the back of her head and thrusting his cock into her. They weren't the long, hammering strokes he sometimes used in skullfucking her, but they were still very deep and powerful and a strain on her aching jaws and raw throat. He was punctuating each thrust with chanting cheers for the Braves during their rally.

"Come … on … Braves … get … a … hit … here … now … … hurry … up … so … I … can … fuck … my … sex … toy … cum … slut … bitch …"

As if aware of his waning restraint and respectful of the hot pussy waiting for him, the Braves came through for Ben, getting a base-hit to drive in the winning run. It was now 11:45, more than an hour and a half after Cori had started sucking Ben's cock.

"Great job, babe," Ben said. "Let celebrate."

He pulled his cock out of Cori's mouth and pulled her — still bound — onto his lap. She spread her legs and straddled him and he leaned forward to suck on her tits. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her on to his cock, pushing down on her hips and driving his cock into her pussy. He let her sit and grind on him for a few minutes while he preoccupied himself with her tits, but soon his desire took over. He began lifting her tight cunt up and down on his stiff rod, thrusting his hips into her.

Unable to balance herself with her hands, Cori clamped tight around him with her thighs and hung on for a very bumpy ride. He was practically throwing her up and down on his cock, the skin of their thighs smacking together with each thrust. After nearly two hours of build-up, Ben didn't last long in Cori's juicy snatch, blasting the velvety hole with his third load of jism of the night.

"Strike three, batter's out," Ben joked as his cock softened and Cori slid off him. She slid to her knees on the floor and dutifully cleaned his cock, which was covered with her juices and his own semen. When she was done, Ben removed the skirt, untied her hands and sent her off to clean up.

It was beginning to get late and Cori had to work tomorrow, so Ben decided to let her go to bed. But he was far from done with her for the night. He wanted at least one more time in each hole.

"Go on up and get some rest," he told Cori. "I will be up later and will probably wake you up. I have a lot of energy tonight."

"I noticed," Cori chuckled. "Wake me up any time you want."

"I will. So sleep naked and be ready," Ben said. "I expect it to be an all-nighter."

"Sounds good," Cori said before giving him a kiss goodnight and heading upstairs to bed. She kicked off her shoes and removed her choker before laying down on the soft satin sheets completely nude. She was exhausted from the days' many activities and quickly fell asleep.

Ben stayed downstairs, watching TV. He flipped around the channels, watching sports, music videos and a few minutes of a movie on one of the adult channels. They were showing a movie featuring Jenna Jameson performing her amazing tricks, somehow looking innocent and like the dirtiest bitch on the planet, all at the same time. The combination of rest and this visual stimulation — plus the knowledge that his sex toy was nude upstairs, ready for him — brought about another hard-on for Ben around 1 a.m.

Cori had been asleep for about an hour when Ben entered the bedroom, quietly approaching the bed and gently pulling back the covers. Cori was curled into a cute little ball. She looked so sweet and angelic, a faint smile on her lips. Ben noticed that even in her sleep, her nipples were half-erect.

Ben slid into bed next to her and, still asleep, she nuzzled herself against him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest and her soft thighs felt silky smooth against his cock. Ben kept a bottle of lubricant in the nightstand and pulled it out. He rubbed some on his cock, then rolled Cori over onto her. She awoke and started to roll over to face him, but he stopped her.

"Stay there," he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. "I want it this way." He spread her ass cheeks with his fingers and poured a few drops of the lubricant on her asshole. He used his fingers to push it inside her and begin to loosen up her tight rear channel.

Cori was still half asleep when Ben mounted her, lifting her ass up and pushing her head into the pillow. She woke up quickly when all eight inches of his cock drove into her ass. "Oh yeah, got to fuck my sleeping beauty. Got to fuck her in the ass," Ben said, talking more to himself than her. "She likes it good and hard in the ass, the fucking slut. Yeah, what a hot little ass."

Ben gave it to her good and hard and Cori, still somewhat dazed and groggy and very tired, did her best to arch her back and wiggle her ass in conjunction with his thrusts. There was really nothing in this for her this time — she was just his sex toy, his plaything, his cum receptacle. And she was happy to be all those things for him. She was also happy when he came, dumping another load in her ass. A few minutes later, she was ready to go back to sleep.

But after cleaning up, Ben returned with a soft scarf.

"You looked so good tied up tonight, I'd like to tie your wrists to the bed," he said. "Do you think you can sleep like that?"

"I'm sure I can," she said. "I'm really sleepy."

He tied her wrists together to the headboard, the soft material holding her firm without putting her in any undue discomfort, and left her alone. He returned about an hour and a half later — it was now around 3 a.m. — and found her sleeping soundly once again. He pulled the covers down just far enough to reveal her huge breasts and watched her sleep for several minutes, studying the rise and fall of her tits as she breathed.

Finally, his cock rock-hard, he climbed on the bed and woke her up by patting her face lightly with his cock. "Wake up, baby," he whispered, "time to suck some cock." Before she could speak, he straddled her face and slapped his cock between her lips. As soon as she was fully awake, he drove his cock all the way into her throat and proceeded to throat-fuck her, holding her neck and head in his hands and forcing his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Yeah, nothing like a good throat fuck in the middle of the night," he said in a soft, raspy voice. "You know, some people wake up and want a midnight snack or go sleepwalking. Me, I need a good cock-sucking. Lucky for me I have my own sex toy tied up naked in my bed, ready to give me one any time I want."

In his usual style, he was narrating this to no one in particular, the words serving only to add to his excitement and fantasy and bring him to an even stronger climax. When he came, it felt great, but his load size had diminished drastically from his first few fucks of the evening. Still, he gave Cori a respectable amount to swallow as she enjoyed her own midnight snack. After she cleaned his cock, he left her laying there, still tied up, cum drying on her lips and chin, and let her go back to sleep.

Ben went back downstairs, but returned at about 5 a.m. This time, he woke Cori up by pulling her legs up and binding her ankles — spread out to both sides — to the headboard as well. Cori woke up immediately, of course, and asked him what he had in mind this time.

"Pussy," he said. "I've had your ass twice, your mouth twice and your pussy once tonight. So, I owe you one in the pussy. I'm going to spread your legs wide, fuck you really hard in that tight honey pot, then let you go back to sleep until I'm ready again."

"You do have a lot of energy tonight," Cori said. "Well, clearly I'm helpless and totally at your mercy, so come get what you want. I'm your sex toy, so play with me and ride me hard."

Ben appreciated the encouragement, but didn't need it, as he quickly slammed his cock up her widely exposed cunt and began hammering away in a frenzy of lust and power. Cori could do little with her body to encourage him — her arms and legs being secured to the bed assured that — so she played the helpless victim, surrendering herself to be a pleasure source for her master and a receptacle for his spunk. He was fucking her so hard, her head, protected by a pillow, was banging rhythmically into the headboard and her tits were bouncing and slapping together.

He was holding onto her narrow waist — his hands nearly encircling her — and slapping her wet pussy against his cock. He was drilling her as hard as he ever had and, due to his numerous orgasms already, lasting longer than he normally would at this pace. It was a frantic, almost brutal pace that he maintained for nearly 15 minutes. By then, her legs and hips were beginning to ache and her neck was getting sore from the repeated jarring against the headboard. She was urging him on with dirty talk, but his balls were simply drained and it was taking time to muster another load. It didn't bother Ben any; he was thoroughly enjoying this and wasn't anxious for it to end.

Finally, after a little over 20 furious minutes, Ben's cock spewed a few short blasts of cream into Cori's well-fucked twat. Exhausted, he lay on top of her bound and spread body a few minutes before removing his cock and putting it in her mouth for cleaning. When her work was done, Ben untied both her wrists and ankles.

Sleepy, exhausted and thoroughly fucked, Cori staggered to the bathroom, her shaky legs barely able to carry her. Being in fantastic shape, though, and certainly used to repeated sexual escapades, Cori gradually regained her strength and was walking much better when she came out of the bathroom. Still, she understood where the idea of being fucked so hard you can't walk came from.

She lay back down in bed and Ben kissed her on the cheek, telling her to get some rest. She assumed he was done with her for the night — after all, it was now 5:30, he had fucked her six times already and she desperately needed sleep and rest before going to work in a few hours. Ben still wasn't ready to sleep and left her alone. Two hours later, he was back, waking her up yet again, his hard cock pointed at her face. "Another blowjob," he said, matter-of-factly.

He sat back in the bed, hands behind his head, and watched her go to work. She knew this wouldn't be a quick one, so she spent plenty of time licking his shaft and balls and sucking on the head, in addition to giving him the occasional deep-throating he loved so much. Fifteen minutes of her sucking and licking finally led him to put his hands on the back of her head and drive his cock into the back of her mouth. He fucked her face hard, but not nearly as roughly as he had before, and eventually gave her another little sip of sperm.

It was now 8 and Cori had to go home and get ready for work. She had had some long nights with the guys before, but this was probably the longest. She was going to have to go to work, then go on her date with Ty. She knew how much he looked forward to his one night a week with her and hoped she could have enough energy to make it good for him. Her long hours in the gym usually came through for her in these situations, but Ben — fucking her seven times himself, plus the two blowjobs in the mall and all the excitement and dancing in the bar — had totally worn her out and left her with only about three hours of very interrupted sleep.

It wasn't unheard of, but what Ben did next had only happened a couple other times in the last two years. He told Cori he was going to give her the day off work so she could get some sleep and be ready for Ty.

"I know I've worn you out," Ben said. "I want to take you home so you can get some rest. Ty can pick you up after work and by then I'm sure you'll be ready for him. I don't mind giving you the day off, but the guys will need someone to answer the phones. Do you think Gina or Tammy might be willing?"

"I'll give them a call," Cori said. She called and both Tammy and Gina agreed to help out. Ben said he'd pay them each $200 to cover Cori's shift. Of course, they didn't need to dress like Cori or have sex with anyone. They just needed to be courteous to the customers and answer the phones.

Ben called John, who was working this morning with Ty, and told him what was going on. Both men understood, of course, and despite being disappointed they wouldn't get to see Cori's special Saturday outfit, Ty was happy she would be well-rested for him. He himself had a big day and night planned for her.