2 comments/ 14280 views/ 1 favorites Realtor By: poisoniv1 My friend Ellen Rabinoff called with a desperate tone to her voice. "You need to cover for me, Karen. I can't make it. And I can't afford to lose my job." I wanted to help, but I didn't think I could pull it off. "But I don't have the slightest idea what to do." "You don't have to do anything. Just meet the clients and take them to a couple homes. Tell them I'll be in touch with all the details later. If you go slow, I might even meet you at the last house. You can do it, Karen. There's nothing to it at all." And that's how I ended up waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Masterson in front of an expensive, geometrically modern house in the most affluent part of town. It was a hot day, and the roses and lilies bloomed abundantly in the meticulously maintained yard. I was nervous, and I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my sides. They arrived in a sparkling new Jaguar XJ8. Mr. Masterson wore a beautiful linen suit with a blue silk shirt. His wife had on a slinky yellow dress and wore big, round, dark sunglasses. She had no trouble at all walking in her fabulous, skinny, high-heeled shoes. Mr. Masterson waited back on the concrete sidewalk as his wife strode right up to me and stood just a little too close for my comfort. I gulped involuntarily. She pulled her sunglasses off and stared right at me. Her lips were dark red and her eyes were chocolate brown. "Yes, you'll do just fine," she said. She put her sunglasses back on and turned her back to me, looking out into the yard. "Now tell me, what do we have here?" Ellen had sent me some paperwork on the house, which I had studied carefully. I started to recite the spiel I had been rehearsing in my mind for the past two hours, but Mrs. Masterson interrupted me with a wave of her hand. "This is a minor concern. Let's see what we have inside." I was flustered from being interrupted and felt disoriented. I opened the door and let them in. They didn't wait for me to show them around. They immediately went to the large brass, stone, and iron staircase and headed upstairs. I stumbled behind them, trying to remember what I had planned to say about the bedrooms upstairs. My script was worthless and I couldn't think of an ad lib that would let me get back on track. They poked their heads into the first two rooms and continued down the hall to the master suite. They ducked quickly inside and shut the door in my face. I had a flash of anger at the way they were treating me. They wouldn't have dared to do this to Ellen! I threw open the door and went after them. The bedroom was dominated by a king-sized platform bed and large, abstract paintings on the walls. Mr. and Mrs. Masterson were standing in the center of the room in a tight embrace, kissing. "Ahem," I said. They stopped kissing, but they didn't separate. Mrs. Masterson stared into my eyes while she unzipped his pants and pulled out an enormous, hard penis. She stroked its huge length a few times, and a bead of pre-cum formed on its tip. She got down on her knees in front of him. "You can't do that!" I protested. "What if the owners come back?" She licked the pre-cum off the tip of his dick and sneered at me. "Surely they would not return while you were showing their home to potential buyers. They do know we are here looking, don't they?" "I – I – I'm not sure." Anger flashed in her eyes. "You're not sure?" She let go of his penis, which waved back and forth. "I didn't organize this," I blurted. "I'm just here to show the house." "What you're telling me is you're not a real realtor. You're just some show toy, a pretty little bauble for my use and entertainment?" I looked down at my feet, ashamed. How did she peg me so easily? "Yes," I whispered. She stood up and walked over to me. She put her fingers under my chin and lifted my face to hers. "You are a pretty little thing. Whatever your name is." "Karen," I said. "Take off your clothes, Karen." My fingers felt fat and trembling, but I worked on the buttons of my blouse. I looked at Mr. Masterson, who had stripped naked. His large, thick rod stood steady and erect. I removed my blouse and unfastened the clasp of my slacks. Both husband and wife watched me intently as I took off my bra. "Pull your panties off slow, like a stripper," Mrs. Masterson commanded. My body felt like it was boiling over from the inside out. I tried to imagine how a stripper would take off her panties. Slowly, I slid them downward, bending over to show them my naked ass. I lowered them down my legs to my knees and let them drop. I stood back up, flushed with embarrassment. "You are a pretty little thing," Mrs. Masterson said. She opened the front of her dress and freed a breast. It was small with a tight, dark nipple. She held it in her hand and squeezed, making the nipple point. "Suck it," she said. I leaned in and licked the tip, pursed my lips, and gently held her protruding nipple. I licked across it softly. "You call that sucking?" she said. She shoved my head away, and I stumbled backwards. She looked at her husband. "Tie her up," she said. He pulled two lengths of rope from her handbag. I held out my hands as he quickly tied loops around my wrists and attached them to the headboard posts. He pulled the ropes tight, forcing me to bend across the mattress, my butt up in the air. My face burned like I had a fever. "Now fuck her." He moved behind me, out of my view. His penis entered me swiftly, taking my breath away. I took hold of the ropes and pulled them tightly, forcing my body rigid. He sawed in and out of me. Mrs. Masterson stood beside us, looking down where her husband's cock entered my cunt. She reached between us and felt the hot flesh of my cunt stretched around her husband's stiff pole. She smeared my juice on the backs of my thighs and up onto my butt. She ran her slicked up fingers up and down my ass crack. She fingered my anus, tickling it. I squirmed involuntarily. "You love anal sex, don't you," Mrs. Masterson said. "I – I don't know." She laughed. Her husband pulled his penis out of my cunt, and I felt the profound emptiness. The fat shaft of his cock settled into the crease of my ass. He pushed my cheeks together, trapping his length between them. He slid his cock back and forth, using my own pussy juice to lubricate the channel. He let go of my ass and reoriented himself. His glans bumped against my anus. And then the relentless pressure. And then, with a sudden surge of pain, he entered me. I cried out, but he didn't stop. I pulled on the ropes around my wrists, but they wouldn't budge. Just when I thought I couldn't take the pain any longer, it began to subside. I relaxed, and his cock pushed deep inside my ass. "See, you do love anal sex," Mrs. Masterson said. "Your one of those anal sluts, aren't you? One of those girls who only wants it up the ass? Or maybe you are a whore? I'll bet that's it. You let men fuck your ass for money. How much do you charge for an anal fuck, whore? Five hundred bucks?" Five hundred dollars seemed like a lot of money. I wondered if that was really the going rate. Or was she insulting me? Mr. Masterson stroked harder. He pounded into my ass like a battering ram. I breathed heavily through my nose in time with his relentless thrusts. I found that if I squeezed my ass muscles for just an instant when he was at his deepest, I felt at sizzle of intense pleasure. I was embarrassed. I was excited. I was appalled at my own behavior. I couldn't believe a man was fucking my ass in one of the most expensive houses in town while his wife urged him on and called me names. But most of all, I was furious at Ellen for getting me into this. Mr. Masterson began to growl, over and over again. And then he thrust deep and his cock throbbed in my ass, filling my rectum with come. "Well now, isn't this special?" Mrs. Masterson said. "You really are a worthless slut. I think I'm going to get you fired." She yawned. "What did you say your name was again?" The dick eased out of my ass, and I felt the emptiness return. But I wasn't past letting Ellen take the fall for this. "Ellen," I said. "Ellen Rabinoff." "Honey, I know Ellen Rabinoff. You are no Ellen Rabinoff." She looked to her husband. "Let's just leave her here, whatever her name is. Let whoever finds her figure out what to do with her." They left me bent over the bed, my hands strung to the finials on the headboard by ropes. I thought about what would happen when the homeowners came home, about the trouble and humiliation. I thought about being turned over to the police. I thought about calling Ellen to come bail me out of jail. Semen oozed out of my ass as I thought about those horrible things. And just as my thoughts turned as dismal as they could possibly be, with the Mastersons long gone, with tears streaming from my eyes, with my body stretched and sore, I experienced the most tremendous orgasm of my entire life. Realtor Closes Deal We had been thinking about a bigger house for a while. We wanted space to entertain better, space for a family, and maybe even a newer house which might need less work. I suggested we find and agent and see what our house would sell for and what we should expect to pay for what we wanted in a new house. I started looking by thumbing through the house magazine available at the local grocery store, not looking at the houses, but for the hottest chick agent. I couldn’t stand the thought of working with some old crusty lady like we had worked with originally. There are some pretty hot agents! I found one who was from our town, and called her to talk about what the wife and I wanted to do. She suggested she come by the house and meet with us some evening. No problem, we agreed on two evenings from then. Tina came to the house that evening, and her picture didn’t do her justice! Holy cow she was hot. Tall but not to tall, thin but with awesome curves, bright green eyes, and a smile that was incredible. She had on a very professional and sexy skirt and blouse. She knew she looked good, and she wanted to show that. Well we talked for almost 2 hours; she really got to know us and what we wanted. I learned she was single, no kids, and that I had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying without my eyes wandering or my mind wandering. Her legs were like pure sex toys wrapped in stockings sitting on the couch. More than once I caught my mind drifting into what it would be like to get between them! We decided to list our house and start looking right away. We made plans to go looking at some houses that weekend. Great I get to see Tina again. Saturday morning came and we met Tina at the first house. Wow, she looked great. Oh yeah so did the house, but not as great a Tina. She wore just a simple summer dress and sandals again showing off those legs! Off to the next house. I tried to make it to the next house before her so that I could see her get out of the car, hopefully catching a glimpse up her dress. I was rewarded with much more leg, but no panty view as she got out of her car. It was still worth it. That house was nice to, as was the 3rd. The 4th. Was awesome. Almost new, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 3 car garage great layout, big yard, and all the features we want. Tina asked us if it is what we wanted, did we want anything more? Tina doing a strip tease right there in the living room would be nice… Well the wife probably would flip if I suggested it so, “the house is prefect” my wife and I both replied. We wanted to sleep on the house overnight and make sure we liked it as much the next day. Tina said she would call us in the morning. The wife and I talked all day about the house and how nice it was. She really loved it and we agreed to make an offer. I went to bed that night and could not shake Tina from my mind. Not sure what it is about her, but she just got in my mind. I was fully in a dream with her doing that strip tease in the new houses living room when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Tina. Wow this was freaky, but good. It took a second to figure out I was laying in bed with my wife, no longer sleeping and I should be having a professional conversation with Tina about the house. Yes we want to make an offer, we can stop by your office after your open house to sign it. See you later, Bye. Tina’s office was nice, not some rinky dink real estate office crammed in a creaky old house. Professionally decorated, just like Tina! As always she looked great, she brought us into a smaller conference room where we went over the papers. And as always I checked her ass out the whole walk to the conference room. Not a line in sight, she must by panty free, or wearing g-string. Either way the mind was on overload. As we were going over the offer, I felt a leg brush against mine under the table. The feeling was electric. Tina unsure of which of us she had brushed against apologized. We signed the offer and left. Tina said think of happy thoughts, don’t be nervous waiting for the reply. I knew exactly what I was going to think about and it sure is happy. Was she or was she not wearing panties when we wrote up the offer, and does she wear them ever? My mind was full of beautiful thoughts all afternoon. It wandered to does she shave, wax, etc. I mowed the lawn to have a few minutes to my perverted mind alone. I decided that she had not been wearing them earlier today and she probably keeps things pretty neat, but not shaved. Tina called back that night with the sellers counter offer. If they really want the blinds, and another $3000 okay. We got excited. My wife worked more with Tina setting up showings, and the like for our house. We only had a few weeks to get it sold. Tina was great, she found a buyer who offered us almost everything we asked for and more than we had planned on. The house we were buying the sellers had moved out of a few days before, they were being relocated by the company they worked for out west. With all of our schedules the only time we could do a walk though was the day before during the day and my wife could not get out of work to be there. So I met Tina at the house. Holy shit was I nervous, not sure why I am married and she hasn’t exactly shown me a ton of interest but for a few random smiles. I guess it was like anytime you have a crush on someone you always get nervous when you see them. Boy did I have a crush on those luscious legs and ass of Tina’s. I was kind of sad that our time together would be over soon. Maybe we could act on the random conversations my wife and I had had over some rental property. Anyway Tina got out of her car in a black short skirt, black stockings and heels, and an almost sheer blouse. You could see through it if you looked hard enough. Wow, we walked around the outside of the house, me following as always checking out her great ass and legs. Inside we checked lights, doors, and the rest of the stuff. Great, onto the second floor. I followed Tina up the stairs just far enough behind I hoped to be able to glance up that skirt. Glance up I did, as she stepped the slit show a bit more of her leg, and you could see the top of what looked like stockings. I must have gotten rock hard instantly, my real estate goddess wears thigh highs? I only got a few short glimpses and it made it hard to know for sure, but I had a plan. After we went back down stairs, I asked her to check something out upstairs again. No problem and I followed her back up, this time looking for stocking tops. Sure enough, this time I could see thigh above stocking. I could have fainted. Those legs were perfect, and now thigh highs! We finished the walk through and gave the house our blessing. Moving day came and the movers loaded up the house. My wife had headed to the attorneys office for the closing already. Our buyers wanted to do a walk through then and they came through. Tina was there and she was out of this world hot today. Just a simple black dress, and a ton of curves on display! Tina said she wanted to thank me for the opportunity to help us find a house and wondered what she could do to say thanks. I suggested a simple hug. Innocent enough, I could touch this babe (hopefully she missed my rock hard cock) and she could say thanks. Tina approached me and gave me a hug, the felling was so electric I was distracted from making sure she didn’t bump into my cock. Oh well, to late now. She kept hugging me, her body like a goddess. Her breasts pressed into my chest, my arms around her resting just above her ass. She gave me a kiss. Holy shit, she just gave me a kiss! I was completely out of my mind. Tina said she had found me hot from the first time we met with her and had fantasized about my throughout the transaction, but being professional she left it at that. My mind was still out of control I just kissed Tina! She said she caught me staring up her skirt during the walk through and thought we might share an attraction. She told me she had planned to wear the thigh highs purposely to catch my eye that day. With that comment, I just started to kiss her back, and rub my hands all over her hot body. We kissed and kissed, my cock getting so hard I thought it might break! I touched her all over, there was no way she had on any panties today, and she might even have on thigh high’s again. I was about to find out! Tina told me she wanted desperately to fuck me. She knew I was married, and happy and all, but she needed my cock now. What warm blooded male can turn down a babe in heat? I love my wife, but a wanting snatch is impossible to resist. Tina unzipped her dress even before I had responded and let it drop to the floor. Wow, she had on a black sheer bra which didn’t hide be prefect breasts. I would guess they were c cups, full but not to big. She was wearing a black sheer g-string and she did have on the thigh high’s! I was right when I was mowing, she kept her snatch hair cleaned up, but not completely bare. How could you resist Tina? I couldn’t and gave her a huge long kiss. She was rubbing against me, trying to grab at my cock through my jeans. Finally she undid my zipper and let my cock out, it was the hardest I have ever seen it. She instantly dropped to her knees and started to suck on my cock. Licking it first and finally taking the whole thing in her mouth. She could have sucked a Wendy’s Frosty up a skinny straw as hard as she was sucking. God it felt great. She stopped before I blew my load, to tell me it had been a long time since she had been fucked properly and she wanted me to get her ready. She sat on the kitchen counter, and pulled her legs up showing off her snatch and she told me to get to work. Happy to work all day on her snatch I started to kiss my way there, starting at her ankles and kissing up her stockings. I skipped over her snatch on the first pass, and went down her leg, and back up several times until I could see her snatch getting wet. What a wonderful sight. Soon she started to shake and shiver, finally to scream that she was cumming. We moved onto the floor in the living room where she laid on her back to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me NOW” Tine instructed. So I placed my cock at the entrance to her love palace and gave it a little push. She was so wet, and me so hard it slid right in, almost all the way. She groaned with delight. In and out, and in and out my cock went. She got on top and played with her tits while bouncing on my cock. She played with her snatch, rubbing her clit. She took her hands from her clit and stuck her fingers in my mouth to lick. She tastes so amazing. She leaned forward just so that her breasts rubbed against my chest and her lips were close to mine but not touching. She rubbed her breasts against me until we both got close to cumming. I came so hard, it felt like a rocket. She screamed as she came about how good my cock felt inside of her. The closing was to start soon. We got cleaned up and started to say our goodbyes. Tina said she would like to have lunch sometime and I said it would be great. I didn’t want to never see my real estate goddess again. She thanked me for the listings and the cock, and I thanked her for helping to find a great house and for making my fantasy come true. I was off to meet the movers at the new house, Tina off to the closing. Tina promised a great surprise the next time they meet.