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The Estate Agent Ch. 01

By: Dave933



Although it will become blindingly obvious in the first paragraph, this story concerns the submission of a young woman to an older couple, her systematic unwilling (but unforced) exhibitionism, and her involvement in their sexplay. If that doesn't appeal, then I suggest finding a different story to read! If it does appeal, then enjoy!

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Bending over, red hair tumbling to touch the floor, I had my legs straight and feet shoulder-width apart. As instructed, I reached back and rested my hands on the firm arse I was so proud of. Completely naked, I pulled my cheeks apart to show off the hidden treasures between my legs. As I posed there, feeling warm breath on my bottom-cheeks, I thought about how I had gotten into this situation...

It was 2009, and the height of the recession. As an estate agent, things were going pretty hard for me; especially as I'd overstretched on my own mortgage. I mean, I had got a lovely house, but the bills and mortgage were stacking up on my maxed-out credit cards. Living alone, I didn't have any help with the costs, and whilst I didn't want to admit it, if things didn't change in the next few weeks, there was a danger that the building society might foreclose on me.

William and Jessica Keel seemed like the answer to my prayers. A mature couple looking to sell up, they had privately valued their house at over half a million; even today! It might have fetched a lot more the year before. Still, my half of the company's 1.5% would hopefully be upwards of £7,500 - enough to sort out a lot of my financial problems. One problem, though - they hadn't agreed for me to represent them yet, even though they had sought me out personally. They were looking for pitches from two leading competitors.

When I learned that they were seeing Jamie, a very sexy blonde from our sister outlet in the next town, and Billie, a pretty but quite tarty brunette from Stewart & Sons... Well, I began to wonder a little.

I mean, I'm not particularly senior to handle a sale like this; plenty of people with that sort of house to sell would have demanded the manager. But Jamie, Billie and I competing... Well, they were both very attractive. And I've heard rumours about what Billie would do for a sale, let me tell you. 

As for me, well I'm no ugly duckling, I suppose; but not a beauty like Jamie. Something of a fitness freak, she was five foot two of tight, toned muscle with a short blonde bob. I'm a redhead, with a long mane of deep red hair that frames a pale, freckled face; I had had plenty of boyfriends, and knew I looked good. I've a slim 32B, 24, 34 figure; and I think my best features are my legs and arse. I'm five eight, and have long slim legs and a high, pert bum that attracts a lot of attention when I'm not sitting on it in an office. 

I wasn't entirely sure what the Keels were looking for in an agent, but clearly being young and female was high on the list. Jessica in particular complimented me on my hair, and my high heels.

Doodling figures on my A4 notepad, it was clear that this job could literally save me from bankruptcy - not a good start to a career in property! I decided I'd do whatever it took to get the job.

The pitch was at their house in the afternoon. I did a lot of research on similar-sized properties in the area, and got a colleague to help me prepare a good presentation on the computer. I popped home to get ready at lunchtime; and after a quick shower, I picked my outfit - a very professional skirt-suit with a short pencil skirt, and a blouse with a high neckline. I'd seen William glance at my legs under the desk, and figured that showing off my best assets might not be a bad move.

Under a skirt like this, I had to wear tights; picking out a pair of extra-long Pretty Polly nudes. These go all the way up over your bum without the weird-looking boy-shorts look. I love stockings as much as the next girl, but they'd be way too obvious under my tiny skirt, and whilst I wanted to flirt with William, I needed Jessica not to be too threatened. 

What to wear underneath, though? 

In the end, I decided to go sexy. It always did wonders for my confidence knowing that under my sleek businesswoman attire, I had on naughty red frillies. My favourite lacy pair clings to my hips, with a broad high vee of red lace at the back curving down between my butt-cheeks. Much nicer than a thong, I thought as I checked for lines in the mirror; whilst still showing off my bottom beautifully. Slipping into my comfy shoes (well, have you tried driving in heels?) I headed over to see my prospective employers.

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The house was gorgeous; very grand and with a huge garden. I trotted smartly up the drive in three-inch heels - about the highest you can wear and still be taken seriously, in my experience!

Jessica met me at the door with a kiss on the cheek.

"My, don't you look smart, darling. Very professional! Come on in." she said warmly.

We paused in the hallway, as she looked me up and down.

"Those heels really do make the best of your lovely legs, my dear. William will like those! But you do look rather formal, especially with your hair up like that. Why not let your hair down?" she asked.

"Oh, well..." I said, patting my hair. I always had it up at work. Down was for nights out, or lounging at home in my dressing gown. But Mrs. Keel took the initiative.

"Here, let me dear" she said, reaching up to my hair with both hands. In a moment, two clips pinged, and a mass of hair fell to my shoulders. I was a bit stunned by this carefree invasion of my personal space, and froze as she ran her fingers through it, pulling it out. The thick, heavy red locks tumbled over my shoulders; I've had plenty of men fall for my hair, and I'm pretty proud of it. Never mind what anyone says about redheads - I know that it looks lush! 

"That's better dear," said Mrs. Keel. "You still look quite formal, though. Quite...buttoned up." 

She glanced knowingly at my blouse.

"Oh! Well, I thought, er..." I began, flustered.

"Oh don't you be modest on my account. You're a pretty girl; you should use that to your advantage. My husband likes a little cleavage as much as the next man!"

She leaned forward, and dropped her voice. "If you want the job, I think you should show him what he wants to see... The other girls did..."

Billie! I bet that cow flirted like mad. Well, I was only buttoned up so as not to alienate the wife; so if she didn't mind... I reached up and undid my top three buttons, opening my collar up considerably as I folded it back. I looked at her for approval.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll want to be a bit bolder than that," she said warmly.

I was a bit surprised, but undid two more buttons - any more and my red bra would be on show.

"Well done dear, that's a good start. Come on in, now." She led me on into the living room

I shook hands with Mr. Keel in the living room, whilst Mrs. Keel gave me a glass of white wine, and I took a sip.

The large room had three large black-and-white photo prints on the wall, all nudes. My eyes wandered to them almost irresistibly.

In the first, a stunning Latina girl knelt on a white bed. She was in her early twenties, and looked nervously at the camera. She supported her heavy dark-nippled breasts on her forearm, the hand holding onto the other arm, which reached down to cover her pussy modestly. 

The second was a brunette with a short bob. She was standing in front of a window; she had her back to the camera, and rested her hands on her hips. Her firmly-muscled legs were parted, and her bottom was so high, you could see her pubic mound.

The last showed a pretty blonde, probably little over eighteen; reclining fully nude on a comfy chair. One hand held a pert breast, pointing it at the camera; whilst the other rested on her inner thigh, tantalisingly close to her lightly furred pussy. She was young, and very beautiful, and her nervous energy seemed to leap from the photo.

"Ah, Evie," said Mr. Keel, noticing my attention. "She was our au pair a few years ago." His voice was quite gentle, for a man.

I glanced at him for a moment before looking again at the blonde; so nervous, yet so vital, so alive.

"That girl in the middle is Chandra, a special tutor. She taught maths and science to our boys some summers ago." said Mrs. Keel. "Hasn't she got a gorgeous bottom?"

"Um - yes, lovely" I said, a bit confused.

"And this young beauty is Fernanda. Such a darling girl, so willing to go that extra mile which makes all the difference."

I looked at Fernanda, displaying herself so confidently, exposing her naked body so fully.

"Fernanda still works for us as a maid three days a week. The first girl, Evie, was the estate agent who finally sold us this house. What a darling! She spent months looking for the right place; but never left us thinking we weren't foremost in her mind. Married now, of course; sadly, we've lost touch. Actually, I think that her fees for that move pretty much paid for her wedding!"

"Oh" was all I could say. The average wedding cost fifteen to twenty thousand these days.

Mrs. Keel took a sip of wine, and I lifted my own glass to dry lips with a manicured finger. I took a large mouthful, nervously. The room seemed suddenly hot.

"So dear - do start whenever you're ready..."

I sat down, and crossed my legs with a whisper of nylon as my long legs rubbed against each other. I unfolded my laptop, and began to pitch. My voice was high, and I stumbled my words. Nervously, I brushed sweat from my eyes.

"Dear, you look awfully hot and flushed. Why not slip your jacket off?" said Mrs. Keel gently.

I couldn't disagree, slipping quickly out of my suit jacket

There's only so much to say about how you'd sell a house; and the two of them nodded politely as I spoke about marketing; targeted selling and so on.

After I had finished, Mr. Keel smiled at me, with a happy expression just short of a genuine smile.

"Well done Karen. Of course, that's all that anyone would expect from any sales agent. We're very familiar with estate agency. But I haven't really heard - or seen - anything different... We like to feel that those working for us are willing to... go the extra mile."

"Well, of course" I started. "For a sale this size, obviously you'd expect regular reports on how the sale was progressing, clients interested and so on. A weekly update, for example."

"Yes, Karen. A weekly update would be the very least we would want. And there would be various incentive payments for thoroughness, quickness of sale, and so on."

"Oh..."

"In fact, I think it's fair to say that we couldn't...see...too much of you."

My heart was beating like a drum as I glanced at Evie, staring down at me from the wall. 

"Your friend Billie had some interesting... reasons... to show us why we might hire her, Karen. So tell us about yourself; show us yourself...what you can do for us..." he finished. 

I finished my wine. "What...what sort of things did Billie show you?" I asked nervously.

"Oh darling!" said Mrs. Keel. "We really couldn't divulge that! It would hardly be fair to her. But once she understood what we wanted - and realised we would be absolutely discreet - she... opened herself up to us."

"Showed us, well, everything about her," added her husband.

Mrs. Keel smiled warmly. "Nothing you do or say will leave these walls, Karen. We promise."

"Now, Karen, you still look awfully warm". She took a sip of wine and continued. "Why not slip off your tights and get comfy?

My tights? I looked down at my sweaty hands, knotted in my lap, and the long, nylon-clad expanse of my legs. If I was this flushed at home, of course I'd take my tights off... And, it had been the gentlest of suggestions...

I looked up to see the two of them watching me closely. I kicked off my shoes slowly, weighing my options. I had a feeling that I could refuse, and leave with my dignity... And maybe go on to lose my house, with this recession. They were offering a lot of money... But what did they want? What would it take to satisfy them? How far had Billie and Jamie gone?

I wondered how many more young women had posed for them; women like Evie and me - agents, tutors, maids and au pairs. What secrets had they kept within these walls?

But my house was on the line - as well as my credit rating, and my job. I guessed that all they were wanting was for me to flash some flesh. And so, I decided to go along with them. I really needed the money, and hardly anything else was selling. But if I could sell this one property, the commission would really save my bacon.

I reached down and tried to pull at my tights, but it was no good. I'd need to get at the waistband. I gripped the hem of my skirt, already at mid-thigh and took a breath. Looking at Mrs. Keel, she nodded almost imperceptibly, with a soft smile.

I stood slightly, bringing myself a few inches up off the sofa, and quickly pulled up the back of my skirt as I sat back down. It came up to my waist, completely exposing my legs, from toes to hips. I saw Mr. Keel lean forward in the corner of my eye.

Reaching up to my waist, keeping my legs well together, I pulled the thin tights down my legs, letting the cooling air at them. In moments, I pulled them off my feet, and placed the nylon coils under my jacket. The sofa, clad in white crushed velvet, was soft against my buttocks and thighs. My thighs were together; but couldn't completely hide the red flash of my underwear.

I sat back and reached to pull at my skirt, but froze when Mrs. Keel spoke.

"Oh, well done Karen! You have such lovely long legs. And such eye-catching underwear.

Oh God! Why did I have to wear red?

"Tell me, are you matching?" she asked pointedly.

"Um, yes Mrs. Keel." I said stupidly.

"Oh, there's nothing like a pretty girl in beautiful matching underwear." she said.

"Especially when it matches her own colours - dark or light. And of course, red for one with your lovely complexion, Karen" said Mr. Keel, as warmly as he had said anything. He seemed a bit more animated now.

They wanted to see my underwear. 

To see me, in my underwear.

Mrs. Keel refilled my glass of wine, and I took another mouthful, swallowing the sweet fluid gratefully. I knew what they wanted. Another mouthful followed as I gathered my confidence.

"Well," I began nervously. I coughed, and then spoke more confidently. "Well then."

Okay girl, you can do this. Go for it.

"Well than, why don't I show you?"

My voice didn't betray me this time, and they smiled as I stood up. Mr. Keel sat back in his chair.

Quickly, I unclipped the belt of my skirt, and pushed it down my legs. I folded it neatly onto the jacket, hanging on the back of the sofa. For a moment, I stood in my blouse, but quickly undid the remaining four buttons.

I turned away as I took it off, so I didn't have to see them as I folded it and lay it carefully over my skirt. I moved slowly, nervous about turning around. When I did, Mrs. Keel smiled beatifically. 

"Bravo!" she said warmly, standing up. In two steps, she reached me, and before I realised it, hugged me affectionately, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Well done, darling. That was very brave," she said. As she released her hug, her hands slid down, just for a moment, cupping my arse-cheeks. She stepped back before I could react, and we both sat down.

"Very nice, Karen" said Mr. Keel warmly. He was clearly genuinely pleased, and actually sounded kind, rather than smug or self-satisfied. "Will you always be wearing such nice underwear for us?"

If I said yes, then I was pretty much agreeing to show them every time, as well. But if I said no, I may as well not have shown them at all...

"Of course, Mr. Keel." I said with a smile. "If you'd like"

"Oh, I would, Karen. I'd like that very much. Actually, I think you look much more comfortable this way, don't you agree dear?" he glanced at his wife.

"Oh, absolutely. There are some people, aren't there darling, who just look silly wearing clothes. Athletes, body builders; pretty girls like you, dear" she said, turning her attention back to me.

"Do stand up and give us a twirl, Karen," said Mr. Keel warmly.

A little hesitantly, I stood. I felt embarrassed, and not a little silly; standing there in my sexy red lingerie in the living room of this mature couple I hardly knew.

"Go on dear" said Mrs. Keel encouragingly. 

I turned around slowly. With my back to them, I paused. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, and placed them on my hips.

"Well now." said Mr. Keel warmly. "Karen, has anyone ever told you that you have a very lovely bottom?"

I wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question. "Yes, Mr. Keel. A few boyfriends. Men in general."

"Do you have a boyfriend now, Karen?" said Mrs. Keel.

"No, Mrs. Keel."

"Lean forward, Karen." came Mr. Keel's voice. I did, but the voice came "No, a bit further than that. A bit more still."

I was bending way forward now. 

"Put your hands on your knees, dear" came Mrs. Keel's helpful suggestion.

I did what she said, my bottom pointing right at them.

They chatted behind me. 

"Isn't that lovely, darling"

"Absolutely charming. You know, I do think that little Karen here might be just right for us."

"Perhaps dear. Of course, Jamie was extremely beautiful too... And Billie was most accommodating..."

"Oh, but Karen is just getting started. Just warming up, isn't that right Karen?"

"Yes Mr. Keel," I said, worried what the other girls had done. More than this? I gritted my teeth, determined to get this job. I wasn't going to lose out now.

"You see dear. I'm sure Karen will show us everything we're looking for".

Oh, thanks William! Good to have your support, I thought. Always nice when someone's on your side. Even if it's because I'm bent over in front of him, half-naked, waving my bottom at him.

"Good girl. You can sit down now."

I did what Mrs Keel said, sitting in my underwear on the soft couch with the two of them watching me, both fully clothed, and very much in the driving seat.

"Now, that's much better, Karen dear" said Mr Keel. "We do like it when a young girl like yourself is prepared to work that little bit harder to please her employers"

"Yes, this is much better dear," agreed Jessica. "And we'll be seeing you on a weekly basis?"

I agreed, still feeling a bit silly sitting there in my underwear. And had I just agreed to do this every week?

"Of course, this really is the minimum we would expect of any young lady working for us. We like to think we're very generous employers, after all" said Mr. Keel, "and anyone we've employed up till now has had to be an exceptional candidate. Like Evie there, for example."

"Oh!" said Mrs. Keel with a little clap of her hands. "William, we should show Karen our coffee-table album. Maybe it would inspire her a little."

"Excellent idea, darling. Here." Mr. Keel stood, and picked up a heavy, black leather-bound book from a table against the wall behind him. I couldn't help noticing an almost identical book on the lower shelf of the table, that one with silver-edged pages.

He brought the book over and handed it to me.

I wasn't too surprised when I opened the book to see a naked girl looking back at me. The book was full of colour photographs, one large picture to a page, showing a seemingly endless parade of naked beauties in a variety of modest, and not so modest poses.

Mrs. Keel sat next to me, her warm thigh pressing against my own, talking me through the book.

"That's Chloe; she was an au pair before Beverley. Jill here was a language tutor for our boys - she had such a gifted tongue - and Yvonne was our cleaner for several years. Oh it did brighten the day, having Yvonne cleaning the place in her birthday suit! Fernanda who cleans for us now is extremely pretty, and loves to spend her extra wages on lingerie; but Yvonne did have this lovely spring to her step..."


The Estate Agent Ch. 01



She chattered on as I flicked through the book. There was Fernanda again, fully nude and dusting some shelves. Clearly this couple really did employ people entirely based on their looks, and willingness to show themselves off a bit. Well, a lot. But actually, that made me feel more comfortable, rather than less. After all, the pair of them having seen so many naked girls... What was one more, really? It's not like no-one had done this for them before.

I looked sideways at Mrs. Keel for a moment as she chatted, before sliding my hand up to my bra strap. Slowly, I slipped the straps off my shoulders. Mrs. Keel kept talking softly as I reached behind me for the strap of my bra.

God! I'd never thought I might do anything like this. I mean, I'd flashed a bit of cleavage before, shown some thigh. All the girls did. Mainly to prospective buyers, rather than sellers though. 

Come on, you can do this, I told myself. You really need this sale. They're just tits. You've gone topless on the beach before. Once. For about five minutes before you got embarrassed.

I unclipped the main bra strap, and it fell off instantly, exposing my small but firm breasts to the Keels's gaze. 

I've got pretty breasts, if I say so myself. High on my chest, with small pink nipples, and not an ounce of sag in them. I could get by without a bra for support, if I was wearing a backless dress. Or nothing at all... I slid the brassiere off and put it on the seat next to me, on top of my largely ignored computer.

I stared at the images of beautiful nakedness on my lap, and my hands fell to the waistband of my knickers. 

Mrs. Keel lifted the heavy photo album off my legs.

"Go on dear" she said encouragingly, in a soft voice.

I pushed at the knickers, keeping myself sitting down on the sofa, and my legs together. Bending forward, they slid down my thighs, down my calves, and finally off completely.

"There now" said the woman next to me. "That was very brave."

"Yes, well done Karen. You're starting to get the idea of what we want from you," said Mr. Keel. "It's lovely to see a pretty girl in her underwear; and even lovelier when that underwear comes off. You and Billie have both demonstrated a good understanding of what we want."

"Oh hush now, William dear" said Mrs. Keel. "You know that's not fair."

God. So Billie had gone this far too. Did that mean Jamie hadn't? Did I have to go further? Could I really turn back now, after going so far? How far would they push me?

"I'm sorry, dear." said Mr Keel. "Karen, why don't you stand up again? That's a good girl. You have lovely breasts - would you possibly put your hands behind your head. It really would show you off at your best.

I bit my lip as I stood. His 'request' would flaunt my boobs, and not allow me to cover my pussy. But who was I kidding? I'd already committed to going this far.

I posed for them, lifting my hands up and lacing my fingers behind my head. This movement lifted my breasts even higher, and pushed my chest out; emphasising every curve. 

"Excellent, Karen. Why not turn round and let Jessica see?" said Mr. Keel relentlessly.

I turned obediently to face his wife, still sitting on the sofa. I was very close to her, and she was looking up at the underside of my breasts with a soft smile. My nipples had begun to stiffen, and I told myself it was just because of the cold.

"You are doing well, Karen," she said. "A lot of girls haven't managed this, and of course we can't have them working for us. We do insist that any girl coming to work here is prepared to show off all her attributes for us, don't we William?"

"Oh, of course," said Mr. Keel behind me. "Karen has done superbly to get this far. I do hope we can offer her the job; it would be delightful to see more of her."

"Yes, absolutely darling" agreed his wife. She looked me in the eye. "Now Karen, do you remember how you showed my husband your lovely bottom before? Well, why not do it again?"

That meant leaning forward with my hands on my knees, I suppose. In that position, I would be exposing everything completely -- my pussy would be on display; barely hidden below my tight red curls. The tight star of my anus. The firm muscles of my thighs and buttocks. 

I was moving into position before I'd even finished thinking all this, in a detached way. 

"Absolutely divine," came the gentle male voice behind me. 

"Karen, will you move your feet a few inches apart." he continued. "Yes, and a bit further. That's good." 

My legs tightened as I bent forward, hands on my knees. I heard movement behind me, but didn't dare look. My face was just inches away from Mrs. Keel's in this position, and she held my gaze rigid.

I felt warm breath on the cheeks of my bottom, and realised how close Mr. Keel must be.

I swallowed nervously, and Mrs. Keel reached up to stroke my cheek reassuringly. 

"You're doing wonderfully, my dear. I think you're very close to getting the job now." she said warmly.

"You do have one of the prettiest bottoms I've ever seen, my dear" said Mr. Keel with a congratulatory tone.

"Are you going to take a closer look, darling?" said Mrs Keel, looking into my eyes as I blushed furiously.

"I'd like to," he answered. "If Karen would just reach back for me..."

I wasn't sure what to do. But Mrs Keel was there to help.

"Come on, you're doing incredibly well, dear. Remember, you'll be due a fine commission on a sale like this, which has to be welcome in these times... Just pop your hands on your bottom dear. Lean forward a bit more - that's right. And just pull your cheeks apart so that William can see your pussy properly."

My cheeks - not the ones I was currently holding - burned furiously. How did I get into this, I thought to myself.

I spread the cheeks of my bottom apart, exposing my anus and pussy to Mr Keel's enquiring gaze. I thought about how I had got here, trying to distract myself from my embarrassment.

"Do you know, I can't remember the last time I had the pleasure of having a natural red-headed girl in this position. And with such an attractive pussy, too." said Mr. Keel, his breath warm on my pussy. 

He must be able to smell me from there I thought. As soon as he did, I realised how wet I was. This situation had been arousing me more than I realised.

And he could see me.

Oh God.

And I was getting wetter, just thinking about it.

It was just so rude. So humiliating; but I had to admit, it was... exciting.

"Darling, do come and see Karen's pussy. It really is very pretty, and she's rather moist."

Mrs Keel finally released my chin, and stood up, moving behind me. 

She didn't have to move far... Still, at least I didn't have anyone looking me in the eye any more. A warm hand rested on the small of my back, long nails scratching slightly. A woman's hand, then.

"Goodness, yes. She looks very wet. Karen, are you finding this exciting?" she asked.

Oh God. What did I say? 

Well, what else could I say?

"Yes, miss - I mean Mrs Keel."

"Your pussy is very swollen and excited" she said casually. "Do you want to show us how excited you are?"

"Yes, Mrs Keel" I almost sobbed.

"Well, why don't you bring a hand down between your legs?" she said, completely naturally. "That's right, right back. And use your fingers. Show us how wet you are inside. Just slip a couple of fingers between those pretty lips."

I moaned as I did what she said, two fingers sliding effortlessly into my wet pussy. My lower lips were swollen and sensitive, and tingled as my fingers dragged across them.

I couldn't stop myself from pushing my fingers deep inside me; never mind the two strangers watching me frig myself. I moaned again, curling the fingers up to rub against the front wall of my pussy, stimulating the G-spot there. Normally I would concentrate on my clitoris a bit more, but not today. My legs buckled slightly as I thrust my fingers in and out of my hungry cunny.

"Oooooh!" I moaned. Oh God, this was so fucking depraved. At least I could close my eyes now, and pretend that it wasn't really happening. Or, not to me.

"Aaaaaah"

Little shocks of pleasure sparked from my G-spot as I rubbed, flickering up and down my spine. I almost stumbled, and moved my free hand from holding my bottom, to pushing against the sofa to hold my balance.

"Gaaaah!" I cried, my pleasure beginning to peak. Pulses of sheer pleasure shot through me and I groaned, long and loudly as I came, collapsing forwards onto my knees.

As I lay panting for breath, I heard the sound of a zip unfastening behind me. behind me, and looked around. Mr Keel sat in his chair; his wife kneeling beside him. One of his hands rested gently behind his wife's head as they both watched me intently. Her right hand reached across, and down to his lap where she stroked her husband's stiff erection. A respectable size shaft, probably seven or eight inches long; the dark purple head disappearing and reappearing regularly beneath his foreskin.

Both of them were watching me intently, eyes gleaming.

"Oh, that was very well done, dear." said Mrs Keel, breathing hard. "Now just turn round and sit on the edge of the sofa in front of us."

I did what she wanted, my head empty of thought, and just following instructions on autopilot. I didn't think twice about opening my legs wantonly as I sat there, displaying my wet and swollen pussy to them

As they watched, I slid my fingers up and down my slit; this time stimulating myself gently. The other hand could get involved this time; pulling gently at the skin above my cunny, and uncovering my clitoris fully.

I frigged myself slowly for them, watching Mr Keel's thick cock move under his wife's hand. 

They sat above me, watching me rub my wet fingers in and out of my sopping pussy; three fingers now disappearing inside me as I teased my clitoris with the other hand.

It was the most turned on I had ever been; showing myself masturbating as the two of them watched me whilst playing with his cock right there in front of me.

"Now, we don't want you to stop what you're doing, sweetie" said Mrs Keel gently. "But why not come a bit closer to us - yes, that's good, kneel on the floor. And a little closer still - and use your other hand to take over from me?"

It seemed totally natural to take her husband's thick cock in my hand; three fingers still deep in my juicy cunny. She stood up and moved away, and I immediately forgot her. The cock in my hand was thick, and heavily veined; and firm and warm. I tugged gently up and down, totally turned on, and wanting nothing more than to put the heavy organ inside me, and ride it till I was spent.

But I wasn't in control any more, and hadn't been for some time. Still, they couldn't have missed me leaning ever closer, my face approaching his lap as I stared at the cock I was stimulating.

"That's a good girl Karen" said Mr Keel. "See if you can manage the whole thing."

I heard a soft click to my left, ignoring it as I opened my mouth, enveloping the soft head of Mr Keel's cock in my mouth. Warm and velvety smooth, it tasted clean and musky. I loved the taste of cock; had loved going down on my previous boyfriend, Griff. His cock was slimmer and longer than this one, which just made this an even more satisfying mouthful.

I sucked gently, sliding down the shaft. 

There was another soft click from behind me, which I ignored; then another close to me. I opened my eyes and glanced to my left to see Mrs Keel there, holding a camera. There was another soft click, and then she lowered the camera and bent down close to me.

"Karen, that's my husband's cock" she said.

I nodded, neither taking my eyes off her, nor the cock from my mouth. My fingers worked away beneath me, stimulating my pussy and clitoris. I was putty in her hands.

"You're doing a lovely job there," she said. "But my husband and I have an understanding. If one of our girls goes down on him, I get the same favour."

She paused to let this sink in, then continued.

"Do you want to stop sucking my husband's cock Karen?" she asked gently.

I shook my head slowly, eliciting a groan from Mr Keel.

"And you understand what I expect from you?"

I nodded, not caring about anything beyond my own oncoming orgasm, and the stiff cock in my mouth. The truth was I didn't really have a clue; but that would come later.

"Well, you carry on then dear" she said, standing back up and raising the camera.

She continued taking pictures as I sucked and stimulated her husband's hard cock. I played with myself, keeping myself on the edge of orgasm; wanting to delay my gratification till the moment he came, filling my mouth with his salty sperm.

Mr Keel's hips were beginning to move slightly, and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair. He was getting close, and I realised how close as the soft plum of his cock began to swell further inside my mouth.

A minute later, he cried out, and I felt the surge of his come rising through his cock with the fingers wrapped around it. A split-second later, my mouth was flooded with a powerful surge of flavour as he shot his thick sperm into me.

Held at bay, my orgasm finally came; sweeping over me like a river of sensual pleasure. I felt Mr Keel began to buck back and forth in his chair as a series of long, low groans escaped his open lips. 

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"Well," said Mr Keel. "I think I'd like to be the first to congratulate you on getting the job."

He was breathing heavily, lying back in his chair. His penis lay on his lap, still a little hard, gleaming wet from my saliva.

Mrs Keel was beaming at me, having shot more photos as I knelt there and finally put the camera down. "Absolutely, Karen. A really wonderful example of going that extra mile to get the job." 

She smiled at me.

I smiled back. I got it! It took more than I ever dared thought I would give - but I did it. And I'd kind of enjoyed it.

Would I have done it if I hadn't been desperate? I don't know. But I guess needing the money made what I had done easier to justify.

Mrs Keel put her hand out to me, and pulled me up to stand.

I was still naked as she led me out of the room to the hallway. 

"Now, I suppose the next step is a tour of the house - and I think perhaps we should start with the shower room..."

*

Look for part two in about a week, but not here - Karen and Mrs Keel ended up having so much fun that I put the next part of their story in the 'Lesbian' category. 

This was my first exhibitionist story - what did you think? 



The Estate Agent Ch. 02



Part one, four and (hopefully) five of this story are to be found in the 'Exhibitionist and Voyeur' section. The whole story was meant to end up there; but these two parts just turned out to have a lot more girl-girl sex than I'd initially envisioned. Hey, sometimes the characters just take over... Anyway, I recommend reading them in order; but if you don't, I'm sure you'll pick up the story fairly quickly. The story contains lesbian sex, and light domination. I'm trying hard to write to appeal to women as well as men; so girls - let me know if I succeed; and don't forget to score!



I had been an estate agent for a few years now; but viewing a house completely naked was a new experience for me. Especially with the owners both fully dressed, watching my every step.

William and Jessica Keel had pretty thoroughly turned me inside out, taking me from a respectable professional (who had never done anything more than show a little leg to a prospective client) to the naked plaything of a married couple.

The two of them had clearly done this sort of thing many times before, with other estate agents, tutors, nannies and au pairs. They even had the pictures to prove it! The two of them had been totally direct; and gently ruthless about taking down my defences, and getting me to take off my clothes piece by piece.

Now, I was standing naked in their kitchen, saying positive things about their granite worktops; and all I could really think about was whether I might find myself lying down on them with my fingers between my legs...

Mrs Keel led me upstairs; her husband lagging a few steps behind so as to watch my arse as I walked. I imagined the muscles of my thighs tightening with each step; the flesh of my buttocks flexing, and giving tantalising glimpses of my pussy.

He had the camera now; and I heard soft clicks behind me as I climbed the stairs. He called my name, and I half turned, posing with one foot a step above the other.

I was shown several bedrooms before Mrs Keel led me into the shower 'wet room'. This was a separate room off the bathroom partitioned off with clear glass. It was just a square about eight feet wide; fully tiled and brightly lit. There was a power shower, with a broad head; and a narrow bench built against one wall.

"Right dear," Mrs Keel said briskly. "I think you could do with a wash."

I was pretty sweaty, it had to be said. My fingers and thighs were crusted with dried pussy-juices, and my make-up was probably ruined.

"Do you have any make-up remover?" I said meekly.

"Of course dear. Over here."

Two minutes later, I was in the shower, soaking my face under the warm torrent from the power shower; my cares washing away.

For all of ten seconds.

Two strong but gentle hands began to rub at my shoulders, and I jumped with a start.

"Don't worry dear, it's only me" said Mrs Keel softly. She turned me back round, and started to rub my back with long slow movements; soap suds falling around my feet.

I didn't dare look round, having just glimpsed her naked arms and the top of her chest. Two naked feet stepped next to mine. It seemed that she was nude also.

I glanced out of the wet-room and saw Mr Keel there; fully dressed and respectable. He held the camera in one hand; watching me being washed by his wife. I was in profile at the moment, and he smiled at me as he caught my eye.

I blushed furiously. Heaven knows why, as he'd seen me finger myself to a climax before I gave him one of my best blowjobs ever (if I'm any judge), but I still had it in me to be embarrassed. His wife's hands moved down to my bottom; washing the pert cheeks before one hand slid deep between them, cleaning the crack of my arse thoroughly.

Mrs Keel told me to turn round, and I did without thinking. She was naked; her large breasts sagging a little on her chest, nipples like fat pink raspberries. She had a little tummy on her, but was in pretty good condition for an older woman.

Her hands came up to my chest; first washing my shoulders, and then moving down to my breasts.

My nipples erected again instantly as she rubbed them; her slippery hands caressing my soft curves in all different directions.

"Very sweet," she murmured softly.

My boobs were so different to hers, I thought. Small, but firm and high on my chest. Her heavy breasts were three times their size; heavy-veined and full, with much darker and broader areolae and nipples. I felt like a little girl in the hands of a real woman. I also felt very aroused.

Mrs Keel's hands moved over my perfectly flat tummy quickly, and then dived down between my legs.

I gasped as her fingers ran across my pussy lips; sliding just superficially between them. I stumbled slightly, catching myself by putting my hand on Mrs Keel's shoulder. It was the first time I had touched her.

Mrs Keel rubbed my clitoris before moving back (not taking her hand away) and letting the water flow over me, washing the suds away.

When I was rinsed clean, she turned off the shower and came back to me. Her fingers ran through my pubic hair as she moved her hand down again; this time pushing two fingers deep inside of me

She pulled me closer as I moaned.

"Do you remember what we talked about downstairs, darling?" she said.

I shook my head.

"Well now. I've cleaned you; and now I want the favour returned. And there's another favour too, which you did for my husband. Do you remember that?"

"Y...Yes, Mrs Keel." I said nervously, suddenly remembering what she had said about 'doing the same for her'.

I'd never been with a woman before.

She walked backwards and her fingers curled up inside me, pulling me forwards as she led me out of the wet-room. Watched by her husband, both naked, we walked slowly to the master bedroom. She pulled gently on the fingers pressing against the front wall of my vagina; keeping my gaze fixed all the way, and neither of us said a word.

The bed now had a heavily towelled throw over it, and Mrs Keel sat down on the edge.

She watched me for a moment, before slowly pulling her fingers out of me.

She sat, and looked at the floor meaningfully. I swallowed nervously, hearing the soft click of the camera behind me. I'd never done this before. Never thought about another woman that way.

But, it's what they were expecting now.

And I'd already taken her husband's cock in my mouth; sucking him to orgasm with relish.

Her legs were open as I knelt down; and I gazed at the mature pussy in front of me. Actually, 'pussy' seemed the wrong word - more suited for my own neat little slit. This was open and wet; the lips turned out to meet me. I'd never liked the nasty word men sometimes used - what woman did? - but this... It wasn't neat and pretty like mine. 'Cunny' was a word I'd use sometimes when very aroused. Funny how close it was getting...

My mind was babbling nervously, thinking of anything but the fact I would shortly be tasting her for the first time.

I saw Mr Keel move round to watch closely as my lips approached his wife's open cunny. I closed my eyes, my nostrils filling with the scent of her arousal.

I hovered for a moment, sensing that I was just millimetres from my assigned goal. I gathered my nerve, and opened my mouth, letting my tongue out, probing ahead.

With just the tiniest movement, my tongue touched soft, moist, yielding flesh. The tiniest touch was enough for the taste of her to flood my mouth; a warm, spicy taste; slightly acrid on my tongue with both sweet and bitter notes together.

I slid my tongue up and down her wet slit before pressing deeper into her cunny; my tongue seeking into her depths willingly. In a few seconds, my lips were pressed against hers in this strange parody of a kiss; my tongue tasting her earthy perfume and seeking more.

I leaned into her, my hands coming up to rest on her thighs as I pressed my lips against her cunny; my tongue searching deeper and deeper. I heard her soft murmurs, and the soft click of the camera as I probed her depths; the bittersweet taste of her pulling me onwards inexorably. 

She gently pulled my head back, and directed me to lick up and down her slit; not just pressing deeper into her as a man might. I began to kiss and lick her labia; remembering one partner who had turned my legs to jelly with this technique. She murmured sweetly to me, stroking my head.

I struggled to remember everything that had made this most pleasurable for me to receive; trailing my tongue in circles across her swollen clitoris.

With my hands, I stroked her inner thighs; stretching her labial lips and teasing them with my fingers. As I licked gently at her clitoris, I pushed two fingers into her wet slit, gently thrusting them in and out with a slow motion I remembered as being just a little too slow. I was pleased; and a little smug as she bucked her hips eagerly towards me, and soon afterwards her hand came down to catch my wrist and move it faster. I had done the same to Griff once, and felt the same way he had told me that he did - exultant; hugely pleased to arouse this woman to the point she would force me to do more.

She came soon after, collapsing back onto the bed as she did. Her sweet nectar oozed between her fat, juicy lips; and I licked it up like ambrosia.

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As his wife caught her breath, Mr Keel led me off; taking me to the next room where he spent some time taking photos of me; once more masturbating for him. He had me kneel on the bed, pushing my bottom into the air with my head down on the duvet; enthusiastically complimenting me on my pretty rear.

After a good twenty minutes, Mrs Keel reappeared fully dressed, and led us downstairs back to the living room.

We sat and talked briefly as I gathered my papers. Aside from my slinky red underwear, my clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"Do pop your pretty underwear back on, Karen" said Mr Keel with a warm smile.

I did, feeling oddly even more exposed once my lacy red underwear was back on. The two of them were both fully dressed; and I felt very inferior and dominated in just my undies. At least in the nude, I felt... Well, different. Not so stared at, if you know what I mean.

"Now, you've worked very hard to persuade us to take you on. You must have some papers for us to sign, dear?" said Mrs Keel.

"Of course," I said stupidly, rifling through my briefcase for the papers I had filed away just moments earlier.

After signing them, we stood up. It was clear that our meeting was (finally) over as Mrs Keel gave me a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. Mr Keel put his hand out, and I shook it before he brought it to his lips to kiss the back of my hand.

"Truly a delight to get acquainted with you so intimately, my dear." he purred. "I do look forward to seeing you again."

I blushed, and let Mrs Keel lead me out into the hall. She opened the door to the porch, indicating to my clothes which were piled on the small table there.

"Here you go dear. You can just leave your things here next time."

She smiled warmly at me, and waited as I began to dress.

"Miss - uh, Mrs Keel? What do... What do you.. will I have to - next time..."

"Well, let's wait and see my dear. It's always good to make a good first impression, we realise that. But bear in mind that we'll be very grateful for continued willing...excellence in your service."

"Oh - okay. Thank you, Mrs Keel."

"A pleasure, dear."

She watched as I finished dressing and put on my shoes, before ushering me out with a final kiss on the cheek, and a pat on the bottom.

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I spent the rest of that day in a daze; unable to focus on what had happened, not believing it somehow. I got drunk on gin & tonic early in the evening and went to bed.

The next day was grey and pouring with rain. Nervously, I contacted the Keels to arrange to go around for photos. Mrs Keel was sweetness and light, suggesting that we put it off for a couple of days until we got some sunshine.

She was so nice that I relaxed a lot, but still struggled to get my mind on the job. In my spare time - of which I had quite a lot, the property market being so quiet - I just struggled to understand what had happened. It had all made sense at the time... And my money situation was so tight, that my choice seemed sane, even now. But I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed it. All of it - stripping off; exhibiting myself; sucking off Mr Keel; being felt up in the shower... Even going down on Mrs Keel. 

I had enjoyed it.

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Thursday came, and the sun with it. Early in the afternoon, I travelled round to the Keel's house as planned.

I must have looked nervous, as my colleague David had been teasing me about my nervousness; and looking like I was going to my execution. I think he was a bit jealous really - this deal was potentially twice the size of any he had managed. But that's men for you; if you're doing better, they have to run you down.

Getting out of the car, I had brought my camera with me, and I relaxed myself by taking a number of shots of the exterior.

I considered going through to the back garden without going through the house first, but decided that they would inevitably see me, and might take offence.

Mrs Keel opened the door quickly after I rang the bell, and ushered me into the porch. 

"Come in my dear" she said, giving me a welcoming kiss on the cheek. "I've been so looking forward to seeing you again."

With the door closed, she looked me up and down. 

"What a pretty dress, my dear. I'll fetch you a hanger, so it doesn't crease" she said cheerfully, before going through the main door to the house.

Well, that seems fairly clear, I thought. My dress is hardly going to crease if I'm still wearing it. I took off my light jacket and hung it up. Next, my hands fluttered to the buttons along the top of my shoulder, but didn't start unfastening them straight away. Alone in the porch, barely eight feet square, I was, at least, completely private. I took a few deep breaths. 

The Keels had made clear what they wanted, and clearly weren't going to change their minds now that they had signed up with me.

They had told me last time that I should enter in my underwear; at least to start with. That would be fairly easy to achieve. 

Come on girl! I growled at myself. You were expecting this. Why else would you be wearing a brand-new matched set from La Senza? You knew that they'd be on show as soon as you arrived. And don't pretend you aren't already getting a bit turned on just thinking about it!

I shook myself, and quickly unbuttoned my dress before pulling it over my head. I draped it over one arm and waited, wearing a set of lacy lilac French knickers, and matching push-up bra. I had bought them just the day before, knowing that I needed something which would show me at my best. Not every woman could look good in lilac, I thought. But with my pale complexion, and flaming red hair, I could be the exception!

I saw Mrs Keel returning through the swirled glass of the inner door, and tried to stand casually in my three-inch heels and underwear.

"Oh, Karen! You look absolutely divine!" she cooed once she saw me in my new lingerie. "Let me look at you" she said, taking the dress and quickly hanging it up.

I stood on the spot for a moment, before she made a twirling motion with her hands. Obediently, I turned around, showing her my pert bottom; beautifully accentuated by my flimsy French-cut knickers.

"Very lovely" she said. "Those thongs girls wear these days do show off the bottom well, but there's something very pretty about having a nice pair of panties like yours. Especially when you have such a pert bottom."

Yeah, it was a nice arse. The high-heels didn't hurt there, I thought. She led me into the house, and I followed tamely with my camera and attaché case.

Mrs Keel made us a cup of tea, and we chatted inconsequentially. Occasionally, I had the urge to tackle the elephant in the room, by saying something like 'So, you obviously like to see other women naked' or 'Are you going to ask me to go down on you again?', but couldn't find a way of expressing myself.

Surprisingly, Mrs Keel took the lead.

"You've got a very familiar expression, my dear. Don't worry, I've been through this many times." she said easily, putting her hand on mine on the kitchen table. "The easiest thing is to remember that you're really here to do a job... So, why don't we get started; and then we can play later if there is time?"

I could have cried, I was so relieved; and nodded at her thankfully as I sipped my tea.

I got my voice recorder and laser-tape and we began to walk through the house, measuring it up. Surprisingly, once I was definitely working, I began to feel comfortable; and almost forgot that I was doing it half-naked. 

I remembered when we ran into Mr Keel in his study though; lined with bookshelves full of varied tomes, and with a large solid desk that was oddly familiar. As he complimented me on my lingerie, I wondered on the desk before realising where I had seen it before. In the book of nude photos they had shown me previously, with one of several girls draped over or posing on it. My heart beat a little faster as we measured up and moved on.

In about forty minutes, we were done with measuring and dictating each room's particulars; and we went back to swap the Dictaphone and lasertape for my camera.

"Now, we need to go back around and take pictures dear, is that right?" said Mrs Keel.

"Yes, it's a lovely sunny day to show off how light your home is" I said confidently.

"Well good" she said smiling. "I'll take some too" she added, showing me her own camera; an expensive-looking prosumer far better than my little digital camera.

"I do like to get photos of our girls doing their everyday work" she said cheerily. "why don't you get ready?" she said unsubtly.

They didn't have very many pictures of girls in lingerie, as I recalled (they did have a few), and if she was going to take photos, it meant that it was time for me to take the rest of my things off. Actually, I felt surprisingly fine about it by now; and I hardly hesitated; feeling more confident doing this than I had stripping my dress off in the first place.

I unsnapped my bra, and shimmied it down off my arms, before reaching down to my waist and pushing the flimsy lilac panties down my slim hips, where they fell easily to the floor. I stepped out, and picked them up to pass to Mrs Keel, who was standing with her hand out. She took the underwear with a gracious 'Thank you' and placed it conspicuously in the centre of the granite worktop.

We worked our way back through the house with me now naked aside from my high heels. My red hair brushed against my back as I moved, tickling me slightly. Mrs Keel watched me, taking sly photographs of me doing the same; clearly enjoying the sight of me climbing up onto sofas and tables to get the best shot possible.

I knew that Mr Keel's study wouldn't shoot well - it was too small - but obediently went in, to his clear delight.

"Karen dear, how lovely! You're being very efficient today, my dear. And such a pretty sight for us."

I smiled at him, and said thank you. 

"Do sit," he said softly, patting the desk next to his papers meaningfully.

A little nervous, I sat; crossing my long legs automatically. I half folded my arms before catching myself, and resting my hands in my lap.

"That's a good girl" he said. "Now Karen, how are you finding the job so far?"

"Um...fine?" I said, not sure what to say.

"Obviously we're aware that our requests go a little beyond the ordinary Karen, but we're most grateful when we're accommodated. And I can see that you're trying hard to do just that."

"Of course, Mr Keel" I said, trying to sound as happy as possible, given that I was sitting naked on the desk of a man whom I hardly knew. A man who had seen me masturbate, and whom I'd given a blowjob.




The Estate Agent Ch. 02



"That's excellent, my dear. Thank you so much. I wonder if I could impose one more request on you?"

"Um... Of course Mr Keel" I said, reminding myself to sound bright and cheerful. "What can I do for you?

"Well, I do have a particular affinity for a nice bottom, and I like a good close look. So I was hoping that you might just climb up and kneel on my desk. Just for a minute? Facing away from the window."

I smiled at him brightly. "Of course," I said, unfolding my legs and crawling up onto the desk. The hard wood was pretty uncomfortable as I knelt up on the desk and shuffled in front of him.

"Lovely dear. Now I think we'll both be happier if you knelt on all fours with your knees well apart. You can just gaze at the picture there of the windmill"

The camera flashed as I took up the pose suggested, and I felt the cool air on my warm pussy as my legs parted.

Mr Keel sat behind me, drinking in the unobstructed view of my pussy; my parted buttocks and tight anus displayed unobstructed for him as I knelt submissively and obediently on his desk.

Mrs Keel took several pictures from different angles as I stared absently at the couple of pictures I could see; trying not to think about what I was doing. I didn't really mind Mrs Keel seeing me in my undies, or even nude. But even though Mr Keel was ever so pleasant in his requests; doing it for a man made me feel really naked - even a bit dirty - and I wasn't sure that I liked it.

But I couldn't be sure that I didn't like it, either.

After a couple of minutes - actually, not long really - I heard Mr Keel sit back in his chair.

"Karen, thank you again. I honestly think if you did nothing else, showing me your bottom like that would be enough to make me very happy indeed. And if you don't want to climb on a hard desk or table mind, you could just bend over and rest on your knees like you did the other day."

I looked behind me, and caught his smile - a surprisingly innocent smile, without a trace of smugness in it - and was surprised not to feel at all angry with him. I suppose he was just a man, enjoying looking at a naked woman. His wife was much more pushy than him really. And I had agreed to do it in order to get the job.

Mrs Keel ushered me out of the room with my camera as though nothing had happened. Halfway up the stairs, she had me pause in several subtly different poses; all with my back to the camera, taking photos of my nude back, bottom and legs.

I found myself wondering how they would turn out...

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Upstairs, I tried to focus on shooting the house whilst Mrs Keel followed me with her own camera. She steered me through the smaller bedrooms first, saving the Master bedroom for last. At last we were there, entering the grand room in which even the king-sized bed didn't seem oversized. I didn't look at the ensuite, remembering what had happened in there last week.

After I shot the room and moved to the bathroom, Mrs Keel congratulated me on finishing.

"Really, we are working you terribly hard, Karen." she said sympathetically. 

"Oh really, it's no trouble" I said, a little untruthfully, as I brushed the hair out of my eyes.

"Honestly dear, you've been working terribly hard, and were very accommodating for dear William. And for myself too," she said, hefting the camera.

"Oh. Well that's okay - all part of the service!" I said with a nervous smile.

"Will you pose for just a couple more?" said Mrs Keel. "Perhaps sit on the side of the bed?"

"Of course Mrs Keel" I said confidently. I was pretty used to the idea of posing for photos now, and was kind of enjoying showing myself off to such an appreciative audience.

I sat on the bed and crossed my legs demurely for the first shot, and then rested my hands on the bed behind me; exposing my breasts fully to the camera's unblinking gaze.

"That's such a pretty pose dear. It really shows off your long legs, and those pert breasts of yours. Now how about leaning forward - that's right, rest your elbows on your knees."

Click.

"Now lean right forward - you'll have to uncross your legs. Press your body down to your legs, and hold your ankles."

Click. Click.

"Oh, you look such a doll like that. So fragile and vulnerable, with your pale skin. So beautiful. Now lie back on the bed. Legs over the side, still. And can you spread your hair out across the sheets above you? Keep looking at me." Click. Click.

"Oh, you are just gorgeous." she exclaimed, lowering the camera for a moment. "Do you feel it?"

Actually, I rather did.

"Yes Mrs Keel."

"Oh, call me Jessica, you beautiful thing. Let me just get a couple more."

She came round to stand looking straight down between my legs, which were slightly parted. My pubic hair was a little ball of fluff atop my pubic mound, projecting upwards above my closed lips. I didn't turn my head, keeping my gaze off to one side.

Click. Click.

"Just move those lovely legs of yours a bit further apart dear"

I did what she wanted, exposing my lightly-furred lips a little further.

She took more shots, from my feet; and then from off to one side.

"Put your left hand behind your head, dear. Lovely. Now, just bring your feet up onto the bed. Mmmmh."

She clicked away. I thought about how she could see me, exposing my pussy, and how she would be able to see my wetness. How aroused I was, just from exposing myself to her.

She stood right at the edge of the bed, between my feet.

"Mmmh. You look truly delicious my dear. A truly succulent, submissive little gem. Just relax your legs out as far as they'll go for me. Now, as I said; you've worked very hard for us today. I want to do something to show you how grateful I am for you being so good"

She sank onto her knees between my feet, and my heart began to beat faster. I swallowed nervously. No woman had ever done this for me - or even touched me there. Could I?

But then I'd done it myself just a few days ago; when I was so horny I felt I might die... And I had kind of enjoyed it.

I wasn't becoming a lesbian was I?

I felt her hot breath on my pussy. Her hands curled around the backs of my thighs, and she kissed her way down my inner thigh, completely annihilating my thoughts. I just wanted to be licked. Just someone to make me come. 

Who cares if it's a woman?

Mrs Keel kissed my pubic mound, nuzzling into my pubic hair and breathing deeply. I felt her hands stroking up and down the inside of my thighs, making me tremble with lust as her thumbs came around to tease the outer lips of my pussy.

Oh God, I was so fucking horny. It was all I could do not to grab her by the hair and press her face onto my sticky mound.

But she was the one in control, not me.

Finally, she brought her face down and inhaled deeply for a moment before I felt the soft touch of her tongue delicately stroking my lower lips, like someone gently pressing open the petals of a flower to drink the sweet nectar therein. 

I sighed softly as her tongue slid gently inside me, tasting my essence fully for the first time. At first her movements were gentle as she held back, teasing me to a peak of arousal. Her hands slid over my hips, one reaching up to glide over my breasts; gently stroking the lower slopes till my nipples were begging to be touched. Finally, her soft fingers teased my fat nipples, as erect as strawberries, sending tingles of pleasure through my chest, and up and down my spine.

My nipples are very sensitive, and once I came from having them teased and pleased; but that was by a man. Jessica's touch was even more gentle at first, her teasing strokes lighter until she finally grasped my nipples firmly and squeezed them with confidence.

A small orgasm rippled through me; and yet I got the feeling that we were just beginning.

Sensing my pleasure, Jessica's tongue pressed deeper into me, taking low deep licks. She moved slightly, and began kissing and sucking at my outer labia, making me gasp with pleasure and excitement. I had never had anyone do that, and was amazed at what I had been missing. It felt like my spine had turned to molten glass, glowing with heat as pure electrical pleasure ran up and down my legs. Even my toes tingled!

She switched to the other side, licking and even nibbling at my labia with the softest of bites, her teeth pressing into my soft petals just short of too hard, giving me the tiniest of pains that quickly turned to more pleasure. 

It was as much as I could bear just to breath, taking gasps of air in gulps; my body wanting to do nothing more than lie there and be pleasured like this till I died.

She moved her hand to pull back on the skin half-covering my clitoris, exposing it to her clever tongue; which traced delicate sweeps across it and causing convulsions of pleasure in my stomach.

With her tongue, her lips, her teeth and hands, she built my excitement to ever-higher peaks; just slowing as my orgasm approached until my moans filled the air. My hands were entwined in her hair; not forcing her but caressing her, and I begged her not to stop.

She didn't.

Her slim fingers were pressed inside me to the knuckle, the crooked digits rubbing back and forth across my G-spot. Her other hand exposed my clitoris to her untiring tongue, flickering across my clitoris again and again before sweeping down to lick up my juices hungrily. 

I moaned louder, finally cresting the wave of my orgasm. There was no stopping it this time; the passion enough to make my heart burst as it erupted over me. My eyes were long-closed, as bright colours burst behind the lids; and my body melted with purest pleasure, throbbing over and over again from the centre of my universe, between my legs.

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I don't know how long it was before I could think a coherent word, but Jessica came onto the bed with me, now naked, and cuddled me to her chest as I slowly recovered. As I slowly gathered my senses, I snuggled against her womanly breasts. 

I wondered vaguely what would happen next in this bizarre house. And how would I have changed by the time it was over? 

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The Estate Agent Ch. 03



Welcome to part three of Karen's adventures. This story continues the previous themes of submission, exhibitionism, and an introduction to lesbianism. For the majority of you, I'm sure that 'warning' has just spurred you on. But if you don't like those things, please don't read the story and get all offended, as you aren't the intended audience. 

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I was heading round for my weekly report to the Keels', not terribly happy with our progress. It had only been a week, of course; but our company website had only managed two matches for potential customers in the right area. There wasn't really a way to make it sound better than it was, and all there was to do was wait; which is precisely why estate agents don't usually agree to give weekly reports to their clients.

But William and Jessica Keel were far from ordinary clients. In order to sign them as customers, which I needed to do as I was desperate for sales, I had had to strip naked in their home! I then had to masturbate in front of them, before taking William in my mouth and sucking him off. I had had to agree to give weekly reports in person, and strip every time I came round. And sure enough, when I surveyed the house for the property portfolio, I did half the job in lingerie and the other half nude. Then I had ended up on the bed, whilst Mrs. Keel had licked me and teased me to the orgasm of my life.

It took me half an hour before I could stand up!

Mr. Keel turned out to have been watching the whole thing - no surprise there! - but didn't get physically involved himself. Mrs. Keel left me to get dressed, and we talked over a cup of tea later. That might seem an unusual way of recuperating after a monumental orgasm; but with limbs like jelly I wasn't really ready to reciprocate. Plus, I still wasn't sure what I felt about the whole thing. I didn't know what to make of this extraordinary - perhaps life-changing - event.

I mean, did it make me a lesbian if I had orgasms like that? No man had ever come close!

And I'd gone down on her too, a few days earlier; and although it hadn't been entirely willingly, I hadn't really fought against it either.

And I'd kind of liked the taste of her.

So we talked, over tea; she advised me not to worry about it or try and label myself. She said in her experience people often found their 'labels' coming unstuck when they were pushed.

I was a little reassured, and I guess the way she acted so utterly normal about the whole thing didn't leave much of an opening to say "But this is crazy!"

I finished my job taking a series of photos in the garden (naked, of course - I was glad for the high walls and the late-afternoon sun) and then I was done for the day.

Later that night, I soaked my cares away in a long, luxurious bubble bath; gently caressing myself to a sensual orgasm as I daydreamed about being eaten out by Mrs. Keel once more. 

Walking naked into my bedroom, I glanced at myself in the broad mirror facing the bed, and (despite every woman's built-in insecurities) admired the smooth lines of my long legs. My wet red hair fell in straggly rats-tails halfway down my back to within inches of my pert bottom. No doubt about my best features! I thought as I dried myself. The Keel's had certainly appreciated them!

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Try as I might not to obsess about it, I couldn't help thinking about what all this meant about me, about my sexuality. I mean, I didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, and I'd been looking on and off. But now... Now, I found myself looking at women as I passed them in the street!

I found myself glancing sideways as a pretty blonde walked past; or when my co-worker Sally bent over in her short skirt to empty the shredder. She always seemed to do that when Geoff would get an eyeful of her legs and bum, I noticed. 

Now, I was noticing Sally's legs and bum myself; and found that I was visualising how they would appear without the tight skirt and black tights. Wondering what her pussy would look like as she bent over.

It seemed pretty clear that I wasn't quite as straight and unbending as I'd thought. But, was I really bi? Maybe this was all just a bit of fascination with something different; something I hadn't really chosen.

Maybe it was giving up control that made me act like I had. That made me so horny. It had been a turn-on being told what to do. What were they called? Submissive? Maybe I would have felt the same if a sexy guy had taken over the way Mrs. Keel had.

Maybe I wouldn't.

I turned through their gates, and into their driveway. My tiny car had no trouble fitting through; and there was usually plenty of space in front of the house. Today though, there was an extra car, and I had to park carefully not to block it in. 

Getting out of my own car, I saw movement in the garden, and turned towards it. 

A woman stood watching me, and lifted a gloved hand to give me a wave as she saw she had my attention. 

I stopped and stared, not realising that my jaw had dropped as I took in the sight before me.

This girl, about my age I guess, was a tall Latin girl with a deep bronze tan, wearing just a teeny white vest top and denim shorts. The sleeveless top was stretched tight across large braless breasts, and actually didn't quite cover their lower curves; which were just visible underneath. Her nipples were easily visible through the top, although not erect. This must be Fernanda, the girl who cleaned - naked - for the Keels.

She smiled, and dropped her wave, turning away. The image of her breasts lingered in my head for just a second as I realised the truth about her denim 'shorts'. They might have been shorts once, or even a pair of hipster jeans; but now they were little more than a thong, and two beautifully tanned buttocks flexed as she walked a couple of steps away from me. 

My eyes bugged out as she slowly bent over to pick up a bundle of pulled weeds on the ground. The denim thong; raggedy-edged and diminutively tiny, disappeared between her buttocks, just giving her the tiniest covering to retain her decency, if not her modesty.

She straightened up, tossing a quick glance over her shoulder at me before sauntering down the garden slowly. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail that hung down her back, and she wore white sandals. How I noticed that I don't know, as I swear my eyes never left her arse!

Finally, my brain caught up with events, and I realised that I was literally staring open-mouthed at this womanly vision. I closed my mouth, blushing furiously, and turned away. The house. I needed to go into the house.

I stumbled as I scurried inside, where I might not look such a gaping fool.

Dear Lord, what was happening to me?

Inside the porch, half of the table was taken up with someone else's neatly folded clothes. 

Were they hers? Was someone else inside? Would we see each other?

I paused, flustered. Anyone coming in after me would realise. Realise that I had taken my clothes off. What would the Latin girl think? Would she visualise me naked, as I had her? 

Maybe she already had.

Time was wasting though. I should just bite the bullet and strip. I was wearing a very ordinary suit - it didn't seem worth wearing my best clothes when the Keels would have me straight out of them anyway!

I shimmied out of the suit and hung it up, then undid my blouse to fold onto the table. Underneath, I was wearing matching soft pink lacy underwear. More of a thong this time, but with extra frills to make it interesting. The push-up bra lifted my C-cup breasts into an impressive cleavage, although nothing to compare with the girl outside.

I opened the door, and walked in. Mrs. Keel called me through to the front room, and I went through. We greeted each other with a kiss on each cheek, and sat on the sofa; me in my underwear, and her fully dressed.

I heard the front door open and close, and froze slightly as I heard soft footsteps pass down the hall, and then up the stairs. Nervously, I began to talk about my work that week, and the slow state of sales in the region. Mrs. Keel listened attentively, with lots of nods and little "Oh dear" noises.

"Really, it sounds as if this is going to be a slow process," she said sadly. "Still, Tom and I aren't in any particular hurry, fortunately. And it's lovely to think we'll have your company for longer."

I saw movement in the corner of my eye and turned to see the statuesque form of Fernanda enter the room. My eyes bulged as I took her in. Her bronzed, curvaceous body was now clad in just the tiniest, skimpiest of bikinis which clung wetly to her body. She was damp, with beads of moisture speckling her breasts and cleavage.

"Oh, Fernanda. How lovely to see you. Have you freshened up?"

"Yes Mrs. Keel," purred the sexy Latina. Her voice was smoky and sensual.

"Fernanda, this is Karen. She's our new estate agent."

She put out her hand as she walked over, towering above me as I sat on the sofa. I felt quite intimidated by the bronze beauty; my hand lily-white against her skin. I wasn't used to women towering over me - I was five ten, with plenty of leg. But Fernanda was taller.

"You are so pretty Karen," purred the glamorous goddess standing over me. "Your soft skin, your red hair - you are, what do you say, an 'English Rose' yes?"

I smiled softly, feeling anything but pretty next to the curvaceous tanned body she possessed. Her dark hair and eyes were seductive and sensual.

Mrs. Keel spoke. "She certainly is! A beautiful flower - and we should get her out into the sunshine."

Fernanda smiled at me, dabbing at her statuesque chest with a small towel. 

Mrs. Keel looked at me again. "Karen, I'm sure you'll need some strong sun-block to protect that pretty skin of yours. Fernanda here has her own tanning oil. Why not help her put it on?"

I could do little but nod, open-mouthed as Mrs. Keel handed me a bottle of oil. Fernanda took a couple of steps back into the middle of the room, and slipped her tiny bikini off with swift movements. In a couple of seconds, she stood proudly naked in the middle of the room.

Her body was unbelievable - a Brazilian goddess! Her breasts were full, heavy and high. Not an inch of sag in them, each tipped with a dark pink nipple. She had no tan-lines at all, clearly preferring to tan topless. At her waist was the very faintest of pale lines, and around her shaven pussy, the skin was a few shades lighter, although clearly still quite tanned. She often sunbathed nude then, although not exclusively. 

"Try not to drip on the carpet, dear" said Mrs. Keel as she settled back into her chair to watch.

I swallowed nervously before standing up and approaching Fernanda, pale and nervous in my pink underwear. As I thought, she was almost two inches taller than me, looking down at me with a soft smile.

Where to start? The expectation was clearly that I would anoint Fernanda's entire flawless body; a task that had me feeling both excited and scared of. I could not deny my attraction to this curvaceous beauty, and it scared me. I had always thought of myself as straight, and could even hide behind the necessity of getting a job for going down on Mrs. Keel the week before. But I had been entranced by Fernanda before even entering the house, when I had no idea we might spend time together so intimately.

Fernanda smiled warmly at me, and put an arm out in my direction. Her arm. Yes, that would be good. A nice safe place to start. I tipped some oil into my palm, and began to apply it to her smooth skin, following the grain of the tiny sun-bleached hairs on the backs of her forearms.

Soon, I moved up to her shoulders, and came round behind her, oiling her broad shoulders, and down her spine. I stopped before oiling that beautifully rounded bottom, nervous of my own excitement at handling it.

I oiled her second arm, bringing me back round to face her. There was nowhere 'safe' left to go now; and I felt Fernanda's eyes on me as I tipped oil into my palm again. I put the oil bottle down, and shared the slick substance between my hands, gathering my nerve before placing my hands on the top of her chest. I tried not to look at her face, but this only left me the option of staring at her chest as my hands ran down onto her magnificent bosom. Each hand was filled to overflowing with her firm but yielding breasts, and her nipples stiffened under my fingers. I couldn't help glancing up as I ran my hands under the curved undersides, and our gazes locked. Her eyes were hungry, her smile not just friendly, but expectant. She held my gaze as my hands wandered up again, caressing her breasts for several seconds before I realised what I was doing.

Blushing, I dropped both my eyes and my hands to her belly; soft beneath her heavy breasts. She was slim, but not as slim as I; still, I guess if she lost weight it would come straight from her beautifully curved breasts and bottom. Glad of a moment's reprieve, I coated her belly quickly. I couldn't quite bring myself yet to coat her exposed pubis, and knelt down to oil up her legs. I used both hands, quickly coating the two firm limbs - aside from her bottom and her pussy; both conspicuous by their incompleteness.

I had an idea, and moved behind her. Fernanda's legs had parted slightly, and I had realised that I could anoint both her bottom and her pussy from behind if I reached through. At least she wouldn't be staring down at me, daring me to meet her gaze.

I took hold of her buttock cheeks, each in a trembling hand, and slid my oily fingers across them. Her firm bottom flexed under my grasp, as I ran my fingers down the cleft between them. Then my hands moved back out again in broad sweeps, and a third movement brought them back in, cupping the lower part of her bottom almost tenderly.

I put a little more oil in my left palm, and dipped the fingers of my right hand in. Was this really such a good idea? I reached through, trying to gently push my hand between her thighs to reach her pussy, and Fernanda quietly put her feet together. My hand was squeezed between her strong thighs; and although I knew that I would be able to pull it out, I couldn't help looking up to meet her face.

She looked amused, and aroused; her cheeks flushed. 

"Wouldn't that be easier from in front, my little rose?" she said with her delightful accent. She didn't release either my eyes or my hand, but when I nodded, she gestured with her head that I should move in front of her. My right hand remained stuck between her firm thighs as I shuffled round to face her, kneeling on a level with her waist.

Finally, I let the oil run from my palm to my fingers as I brought my left hand up to touch the sensitive area between her thighs. My fingers gently flicked across her neat pussy lips, much smaller than those of Mrs. Keel; more like my own small cunny. She sighed, finally moving her feet apart again so that I could reach between her thighs with both hands. 

Now I used both hands to anoint her. Given carte blanche to explore, I traced my oily fingers all over her pudenda, and across the tight whorl of her anus. Apparently of its own accord, one of my fingers began to gently probe between her coral lips; and I watched fascinated as my finger slowly moved inside her.

Fernanda sighed softly as my forefinger delicately parted her pussy lips, feeling its way into the silky-soft interior. She was wet already, presumably from my work coating her body in oil. She looked down at me as I gently worked my forefinger inside her, and reached down, her long fingers catching me under my chin.

Fernanda pulled me up gently, and I came up to my feet; standing in front of her naked perfection in pink lingerie. She tilted my head up to hers, and leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips, her hands caressing the sides of my face. 

My own hands remained where they were - one inserted into her tight pussy, and the other holding her pert bottom. 

I felt so sexy and desirable as this goddess kissed me, her tongue slipping gently into my mouth. We French-kissed, her arms slipping around me as I stood there almost passively, my finger drifting slowly back and forth in her pussy. 

One of Fernanda's hands drifted down to catch my wrist, and she stepped slightly back to catch my eye as she delicately guided my hand in and out for several beats. Then, not breaking our shared gaze, she pulled my hand out and up, my forefinger remaining extended until it brushed against my lips.

My heat beat like a drum as Fernanda pushed my finger into my mouth, the sweetness of her nectar coating it like ambrosia as I tasted her for the first time.

I sucked on my finger, tasting Fernanda's sweet juices. Finally, she broke her stare, stepping around to stand behind me.

I stood there, sucking my finger, seeing Mrs. Keel watching me as Fernanda slipped the straps of my bra down my arms, her soft lips lightly kissing the back of my neck. 

I moaned softly, closing my eyes and let my hands slip down to my sides. Having my neck kissed had always been such a turn-on for me; and having a beautiful naked girl do it as she unfastened my brassiere was making me even hotter. Fernanda's soft lips caressed the delicate arch of my neck as she slipped my brassiere down, uncovering my small but firm breasts. Her fingers traced down their soft curves, gently caressing my nipples into erection as she moved her lips to lick my earlobe.

I sighed deeply, putty in the hands of this desirable and confident young woman. My eyes half-opened and I saw Mrs. Keel watching us hungrily. Fernanda's hands slipped down to my waist, and into the waistband of my pale pink panties. Mrs. Keel watched as I stood there, mutely passive whilst I was stripped naked. 

As Fernanda slid my panties down, she knelt down behind me, holding them as they slid all the way down my long, slender legs; caressing every inch of my skin. Her lips kissed down my back to the top of my buttock cleavage, and then moved about my buttocks; first kissing, and then gently biting at them as she knelt there; holding the panties down as I stepped out of them.

For a moment, Fernanda's hands caressed my arse, and she kissed the deep valley between my bum-cheeks before standing and padding softly away. 

I just stood there, swaying softly; completely overwhelmed by this exotic, erotic woman, whose touch and whose body held me spellbound.

A moment later, I sensed her coming behind me. She stood close, and I felt her large breasts pressing against my back, and the soft curls of her pubic bush pressing against the top of my bum as her hands came around. They were coated with warm oil, and she stroked them across my chest, sweeping down across my breasts.

I had never imagined being oiled up like this; like a plaything in an ancient harem. And that was how I felt as Fernanda's confident hands swooped around my and across my body; whilst behind me she pressed sexily into my back. As though I was being prepared for the enjoyment of an Emperor... Or Empress...

Having my chest and legs oiled up was just the beginning, as Fernanda came to stand in front of me. Her hands lightly swept across my face, and then down my neck. 

I gazed at her as she poured more oil out - a potent oily sunblock - and admired her feminine and exotic form; so womanly and tempting. And then, seductively, she stepped forward.

Until the day I die, I will never forget the feeling of Fernanda pressing her naked, oily body against mine; her heavy breasts just a little higher than mine, our erect nipples pressing against each other. Her hands snaked around me as she moved them to my back; and then, it was the most natural thing in the world to meet her lips for another kiss.




The Estate Agent Ch. 03



Two weeks ago, I had never looked at another woman in a sexual way. But now, I had awakened urges that might have lain dormant forever. I slipped my arm around her as she ran hers across my back. My hands ran down to the small of her back, and then down to her firm buttocks once again.

We kissed sensually, and passionately; our hands caressing each other's smooth flesh; our breasts pressing into each other's, and our legs entwined. There was a mirror on one wall, and I caught our reflection: two young beautiful women entwined, loving each other; my pale skin looking ethereal against her deep brown tan.

Our lips finally parted, leaving me breathless. Fernanda smiled wickedly as we held each other. 

"Well now!" said Mrs. Keel. "That was quite a show! I'm sure William will enjoy watching it later."

I noticed then that she was holding a tiny HD-video camera. Why was I not surprised - or upset?

"Come on outside now, my angels. Let's enjoy the sunshine" she ordered.

"Come" said Fernanda huskily. "Let's go to the garden." She took the lead once again; one arm around my waist as she steered me out of the room and towards the back door.

We stepped out into the bright sunshine of the garden; the sun warm on my nakedness. Mrs. Keel directed us to one side of the garden, where a bed of roses ran along a wall; and a wooden bench was seated. She sat down.

"Now come and lie down here, girls." she told us. "Let me watch you enjoying the sunshine."

With the lovely Fernanda's encouragement, I did as I was told, lying down on the grass. We lay on our backs, just inches away from each other. Fernanda had held onto my hand, which was the only contact between us.

The sun was warm on my front, and the grass soft and tickly on my back; but what I was most aware of was my hand being held in Fernanda's. I breathed heavily, aware that we were both lying naked on the grass in front of an older, and very experienced woman. With a camera.

After we had lain quietly for a few moments, Mrs. Keel spoke.

"Now - Karen, Fernanda. I do like to look at the two of you lying there so, but I think you both appear in the mood for a little more. Do keep holding hands, but why not put your other hands between your pretty legs? Let me see you playing with yourselves. I do enjoy watching a pretty girl playing with herself - and watching two pretty girls is even better."

Obediently, I put my left hand between my legs, separating them slightly to give my fingers room to roam. I felt Fernanda's foot press against my own as she did the same, and I turned my head to see her gazing softly at me. Our eyes locked, as my delicate fingers slid gently across my wet pussy lips.

I stroked myself gently; first teasing a fingertip between my lower lips, and then stroking up and down, right from the lowest point of my vulva up to my clitoris; pressing up and erect, half-hidden beneath my labia. Fernanda's dark eyes locked on mine; burning into me with a hunger I had never seen in a woman before.

I finally broke our mutual stare, unable to resist looking down at my companion's naked body, oiled and undulating on the grass next to me. Her breasts had flattened against her chest, dark nipples pointing skywards, bouncing softly as her own hand moved between her legs. My fingers slid in a little deeper as I watched her masturbate beside me. 

I turned my head to see Mrs. Keel watching us through her camera; soft clicks coming as she pressed the shutter button. I gazed at the single gleaming eye of the camera watching me, my fingers probing deeper as I responded to being watched.

God, I loved showing myself off like this! Mrs. Keel and her husband had unlocked a sexual desire I had never knew that I had - several sexual desires, actually, I reflected. My thoughts turned to Fernanda's fabulously voluptuous body; her naked breasts and pert bottom. I moaned as a small orgasm rippled through me.

I gasped to catch my breath, still fixated on the camera until I felt Fernanda's soft presence beside me, and her fingers sliding onto my smooth thigh. In a moment, her fingers began to probe besides my own, sliding into my wet cunny. I moaned.

"Good girl Fernanda," came Mrs. Keel's voice. "Now, do you want to kiss Karen's breasts?" she asked.

Fernanda nodded, rolling towards me; her head already dipping towards my chest as she murmured "Yes, Mrs. Keel" softly.

Her lips closed around my erect nipple, sucking gently at first, and then harder as her hand snaked over to squeeze my other breast. I withdrew my own fingers as hers expertly slid back and forth in the wet groove of my pussy. Moaning soft "oo's and aa's" of appreciation, I reached up, and took Fernanda's heavy breast in my hand.

Her breasts were so firm, yet soft and yielding. Holding her breast in my hand as she nuzzled at my own nipples, I finally began to realise what it was men saw in breasts. So soft and yielding; fulfilling and unthreatening; motherly and yet obviously designed for pleasure... Who could fail to love a beautiful pair of breasts? I caressed her hard nipple as she played with my pussy and sucked at my nipples in turn.

I groaned, almost delirious as Fernanda's talented fingers dove in and out of me. I love having my clitoris stimulated as much as anyone, but I'm really a G-spot girl... as a previous boyfriend, with a particularly up-curved cock is able to testify! 

Fernanda's fingers moved across my G-spot with delicate vibrations, bringing me closer and closer to a fabulous orgasm.

Little fore-shocks flickered through me, from my nipples to my pussy and back; up and down my spine. And then, all of a sudden, it stopped. Her fingers stopped, and she looked up at me and smiled.

I groaned as her fingers withdrew, and I realised that Mrs. Keel was speaking.

"Now Karen, don't you think you it's a bit selfish for you to have all then fun?"

Oh no! "Please, Mrs. Keel. I'm so close!" I begged, not caring how this might look on her video.

"Fernanda dear, why not climb on top of Karen, and see if she can persuade you to continue? That's right, knees either side."

Fernanda did exactly what she was told, smiling down at me wickedly as she did. In a moment, her magnificent body towered over me, her large breasts pendulous and desirable. Womanly and wonderful, they loomed over me as she leaned forwards.

I groaned inwardly as Mrs. Keel told Fernanda to move forwards a bit. In moments, her knees landed either side of my head; and scant seconds later, I was encased in a world of beautiful, tanned woman-flesh. Two bronzed and muscular thighs pinned my head; and her shaven pussy was mere inches away - and then even fewer as she moved again.

The smell of her filled my nose. I knew what I had to do, if I was to enjoy my own orgasm. And that was all the motivation I needed. Sales be damned!

My tongue slithered out, and slipped against her neat, shaven quim. Her spicy aroma filled my mouth. My own levels of horniness grew further as I looked up to see her watching me, as she slid her obviously wet fingers into her mouth.

I had only done this a few days before, with Mrs. Keel. Fernanda was my second. But oh! What a second!

Most men and women would go to their grave without holding a treasure like Fernanda in their arms, without tasting her sweet nectar. But not I.

She tasted as divine as she looked. If Paris had the golden apples, and to choose between Artemis, Athena and Hera; but Fernanda had been there... There would have been some pretty unhappy goddesses. And no Trojan war! Helen of Troy had launched a thousand ships. I wonder how many would have gone after Fernanda...

I feasted on her. Devoured her. 

My arms snaked around her, stroked her legs and waist as my tongue strove to consume all it could.

Somehow, we changed positions. She reclined to her side, and I rolled up as though attached to her by invisible threads. I simply couldn't get enough of her incredible, delicious pussy.

Now, I was on top. Her thighs were parted wide, and I could intersperse diving deep inside with broad sweeps across her soaking vulva. I licked her like a cat with a saucer of cream.

Moaning; all I could think of now was her taste, her smell, the sight of her bronze body writhing before me in orgasm after orgasm. I felt a cool hand on my hip, and shuffled around.

When it came again, I moved obediently, not moving my mouth an inch from my prize. Fernanda's glorious pussy was my reward. My reward for obedience, for doing whatever I had to do for Mr. and Mrs. Keel, for my job. My reward for the miserable slump my chosen career was in.

I moved again, and my knee knocked against something soft. Now, as I was moved once more, my knee was lifted up. Having moved fully 180 degrees, I hardly realised my own position until I felt Fernanda's wet tongue on my own soaking cunt.

My eyes widened as I finally got the stimulation my body was craving. I grunted incoherently, lips smothered by Fernanda's soft cunny-lips as a mini-orgasm shot through me.

I could feel the big one coming. The orgasm that must have been building up for half an hour or more. Like a ticking bomb in my loins, I knew it was there; its presence growing every second.

I pressed my tongue inside her, and she mirrored me. With soft fingers, she spread my own pussy lips to taste me better as I pushed as far as I could inside her.

I came thunderously, howling like a wounded animal. Lightning scorched up and down my spine; bursting from my fingers and toes. My body was on fire; energy crackling from every pore as my orgasm stretched over countless glorious seconds.

Finally, I collapsed like a rag doll onto the beautiful body of my lover. My mind a blank, all I could do was gasp for air as the energy rushed out of me, and I was left all but empty.

I rolled onto the grass, and Fernanda turned around to take me in her arms. Her face was gleaming with sticky moistness, and she kissed me gently.

"Wonderful, my darling" she said huskily. She pulled me to her chest, where I curled up on her magnificent bosom. My long legs snaked over hers, as we curled up together in the warm sunshine.

Fernanda gentle hands stroked my long red hair, and my eyes closed peacefully as I lay in the sun.

I had never been so content before. And would I ever be again?



The Estate Agent Ch. 04



Don't worry if you haven't read parts 1-3 (although I recommend that you do!). This part of the story is pretty self-contained, and all you really need to know is that Karen is an estate agent trying (very hard) to sell a house, whose owners are heavily into erotica, domination and lesbianism. This part of the story doesn't feature them; but it contains a lot of exhibitionism and a brief taste of lesbianism. Enjoy it!

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The property market was shockingly slow. The whole company had sold three - three! - flats last month. People would be getting laid off soon. I mean, how long could that go on for? I was on basic salary myself, and racking up yet more credit as I scraped along. Nothing was moving at all at the lower end of the market; so I had pretty well abandoned the rest of my sales in the hope of a buyer at the top end for the Keels' place.

Unfortunately, my boss John had forced me to accept 'help' from the rest of the office. I had argued with him, not wanting to lose control of the sale (after the pitch I had had to do!) and at least had managed to come out as the primary contact for the Keels. Nevertheless, the rest of the team had literally scoured the networked databases of the country looking for buyers; and if someone else got the buyer, they'd get a quarter of my commission.

I'm not a girl given to bad language, but... Fuck!

I had quite literally worked my butt off to get (and keep) that sale. The company wouldn't have had a sniff of it if I hadn't stripped down and... well, they didn't need to know that. But Jamie from our neighbour office hadn't managed to impress them, and Billie from 'Your Move' would have got the job over me if I hadn't really... "worked" for it.

Yesterday, John had tried coming with me to meet the Keels, and had been summarily dismissed at the door. I ended up sobbing on Mrs Keel's bosom, spilling the beans about how tough this all was.

I didn't get naked the whole time I was there, and went to bed that night with an empty pit in my stomach.

Was I just upset about the threat to my commission? Was it because I didn't expose myself? Was it because there was no kind of sex involved? What was I becoming - a submissive? An exhibitionist? A lesbian?

To cheer myself up, I went to my local cafe for breakfast. They do a fabulous vegetarian fry-up, which is much less unhealthy than it sounds. And as I ate, I had an epiphany. Not about my sexuality, but at least about the potential sale.

Two guys in fluorescent jackets were talking - loudly and cheerfully - about just one thing. Paul Newburgh had signed for our local team, Leyton United. Now, I wasn't a big football fan, but I did like a bit of 'Footballer's Wives'. Leyton had a lot of money; for the Championship (that's the league below the Premiership, if you didn't know). Someone very rich was coming to town. And he'd need a house.

The workmen were leaving; so I borrowed their paper as I ate, and virtually flew in to work, ending up sitting in a closed office as I only had the back-door keys.

Paul Newburgh, 24, was coming to town on an estimated £12,000 a week! I'd always slightly resented the silly money they pay footballers, but this time it was different - I wanted some of it! At around a million pounds a year, Paul could more than meet the asking price; and probably wouldn't even need a mortgage!

By the time the others arrived, I'd done my basic research. He was currently single, had a penchant for pneumatic blondes, and had dated two reality TV stars. He had five homes, and had publicly stated that he wanted to build up a property portfolio.

Could this guy be any more perfect?

Most of the others were in late; and were still drinking coffee when I was on the phone to Mr Newburgh's old club probing for contact details. I managed to get the number of his agent; and soon the two of us were chatting about Mr Newburgh's needs quite happily.

I didn't let on that I only had one property; pretending to rule things out based on numbers of rooms, location, lack of a swimming pool and so on.

Finally, I pitched. "Well, really Danny, there's one place that's head and shoulders above the rest at the moment. It's ten minutes from the stadium by car, with excellent transport links in an exclusive suburb. It's a six-bedroom mansion-house with four en-suites and a master bathroom. There's a basement that would make a perfect gymnasium, a solarium, a twenty-foot swimming pool, and a large walled garden. The property has a double-garage and extensive off-street parking. It's currently on the market at £650,000."

"Well, that sounds like Paul's kind of place," replied Danny, his agent. "Why not email me some details?" Paul will be in town tomorrow for signing photos - if he's interested, he could see the place straight away."

Oh, happy day!

I went to work on the portfolio, changing the description of the garden slightly; suggesting games rooms and gyms instead of playrooms and studios. After all, an overgrown schoolboy doesn't want a family home - he wants somewhere fun!

Within an hour, I had sent off the altered property portfolio, and crossed my fingers.

I went out for gossip magazines at lunchtime, looking for dirt; and bought the local paper to see if the club was thinking of signing any more players. And there was a local rugby team too...

Over the day, researching, I got to know Paul Newburgh pretty well. He had a slightly bad-boy reputation, and was regularly seen out in strip joints and overpriced London clubs. The Keel's house would be perfect for him. Still, he did a bit of charity work, and actually had some A-levels; and was pretty intelligent for a footballer. Some were, I suppose.

I got the call later from Danny, arranging for me to show the house the next afternoon at 3pm. I spoke with Mrs Keel right away, arranging for them to be out until early evening.

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I got to the house a good hour early, to make sure it was fully presentable. I knew that the Keels were out, but I still had to remind myself not to get undressed!

Fernanda was there, cleaning the bedrooms whilst wearing nothing but a smile. I couldn't help admiring her slim hips and heavy breasts as she walked; remember how it had felt caressing her body...

After a few moments of divine recollection, I mentally slapped myself. I had to get ready! This was the big one!

I scurried through the house, making sure all was in order. The Keels had refused to take down any of their photos, but I moved the coffee-table book and hid it. Fresh flowers in all the main rooms. A little perfume in the bedroom. Fresh coffee on the go. Windows slightly open.

I fixed up my make-up in the bathroom; using my very best mascara and lipstick. I was wearing my best blue suit, with an above-knee skirt and a pink blouse with a matching silk bow tying my hair back.

Fernanda came in as I put the finishing touches to my makeup. She slid in behind me and put her arms around me, kissing me on the back of the neck.

"You have a man coming for a sale, pretty Karen?" she asked, her hands gently caressing my breasts through the blouse.

I nodded, trying to ignore the thrills her touch sent through me. Me, such an innocent just a couple of weeks ago!

"A shame," she purred. "So nice to have some time alone... I would like to see you some time, just us, yes? Maybe next week, when house is empty?"

I swallowed nervously, and she turned my face gently to kiss me on the lips. I put my hands up to stop her; and somehow they wound up resting on her enormous, natural, beautiful breasts. I moaned into her mouth, caressing her nipples as she bit my lower lip softly, smiling.

"I think next week, you come visit me on Tuesday? After twelve, house will be empty till late. Alone, just the two of us, we take long time to make love, yes?"

I nodded, my senses inflamed by this seductress; this siren in human form. Finally, she released me with a throaty laugh, and walked out; her high bottom flexing proudly atop her firm legs.

What was happening to me?

I tried to put the dampness in my pussy out of my mind as I regrouped. I had a customer due in a few minutes. I prayed that he wouldn't be early. Even dressed, Fernanda was too distracting - and it's not like she came with the house! I heard her leave a few minutes later, and made myself some tea to calm down.

Soon enough, I heard another car arrive, and I hurried to meet it. A black BMW slid to a halt, and a man stepped out.

I couldn't hide my disappointment for a moment, as a mature, forty-something face arose, dressed in a shirt and jeans. This wasn't Paul - it could only be Danny.

"Hi Karen," said the man warmly, stepping around the car. "We spoke on the phone. I'm afraid something came up - Paul couldn't make it, so I'm here for a preliminary viewing."

We shook hands.

"I'm sure he'll be as disappointed as you, when I tell him what a pretty girl he missed out on meeting." Danny laughed.

I smiled appreciatively. I did look pretty today, albeit very professional. My slim build and long legs looked damned good in a business suit, if I said so myself. And the pink blouse went well with my deep red hair.

"So," I began. "Welcome to Paul's new home..."

Danny seemed a nice guy, and had bought a camera to take shots. He took a few of the house and front garden, and then I led him inside.

"Nice." he said simply, in the large hallway. I led him into the first reception room, and he stopped with a grin.

"Wow! So do they come with the house?" he asked with a wicked smile.

The three nude black-and-white photographs that dominated the opposite wall had stopped him in his tracks. I knew them very well.

Blonde Evie, reclining on a comfy chair; one hand edging close to her pussy as the other cradled her breast. Brunette Chandra, looking out of the window and displaying her pert arse. And of course, Fernanda; lifting her breasts for inspection, although covering her pussy with (as I well knew) false modesty.

"Ah - no." I said firmly. "The couple here are quite... attached to their collection."

"Shame" said Danny. He moved in front of Evie's picture, snapping a copy. "These look very professional. I wonder if this girl is still modelling."

Maybe she is now, I thought. But I bet she wasn't before meeting the Keels.

"Well, you can come through here into a second reception room. The current owners use it as a dining room; but it would be an excellent lounge, or the wall could be knocked through to make a really nice space..."

We moved on. I was glaringly aware that every wall was festooned with naked pictures. Danny seemed more interested in taking pictures of the prints than of the house.

In the kitchen, Danny wasn't showing any interest at all - no nudity, I guess.

"So Danny, why not get a picture from there?" I said.

He shrugged, and I smiled as warmly as I could. "Come on Danny; Paul will want a quick look - take a picture."

"Okay, fine. Hey, you sit at the bar there. More interesting." he said.

I shrugged. What was the harm? I needed Paul to be interested in the house - no problem if he knew who was trying to sell to him. I sat at the breakfast bar, and crossed my legs demurely.

He took a quick snap, and flashed a cheeky grin. "Nice one, sweetheart."

"Mr Owens, if it'll help you could focus on the house and not me; I'll sit in all the photographs you want." I said politely, if a little unthinkingly.

"Okay, that sounds good!" he chuckled. "Sorry for getting distracted by the others. You can be the centre of attention from now on."

As I smiled, he took another picture.

"Come through to the study, Mr Owens" I invited.

After that - even though I still caught him glancing at the other pictures - he did truly focus on me. And for some reason, I started to pose a little more for his pictures.

In the study, I slipped off my jacket and pretended to write at the desk. In the drawing room, I 'played' the piano. A little warm, I opened my top button. Then we came to the game room, and I posed as if playing pool. As I bent over, my skirt pulled tight and exposed quite a bit of leg.

"You've got gorgeous legs, Karen." said Danny appreciatively. "Paul's got a thing for long legs - why not show off a bit more of yours?"

"Erm..."

"Go on - just roll your skirt up a bit." he said firmly, but teasingly.

Why did I do it? Why do I have this urge to show myself off when someone asks? Why do I always convince myself there's "no harm" to it?

Whatever the reason, I did what he asked; flipping over the waistband of my skirt like a teenager adjusting her school uniform. Twice, then three times; each roll taking an inch from my hemline.

Now, when I bent over the table, my skirt rose halfway up my thighs. He stood well behind me to take another picture, giving a low whistle of appreciation as he did.

Soon, we were out in the garden - since then sun was out, I thought we should show off the garden. I talked about using the place for a kickabout, and Danny listened politely, taking a few snaps. Once we wandered a little further though, he picked a beautiful white flower, and asked me to tuck it behind an ear.

"That's lovely, Karen. Really pretty. But you're a bit buttoned up for the garden - why not loosen a couple of buttons? Help you look relaxed?"

"I - I'm not really sure."

"Why not? These are just to show Paul what a fabulous place this is. With that flower, and a few buttons undone, you'll look like a relaxed holiday snap."

With a sigh, I undid a couple of buttons, and loosened my collar.

Danny smiled, and took a couple of shots.

"You know," he said. "If you were in a bikini against that flower bush, you'd look like you were in paradise.

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't have a bikini Danny".

"No, of course not." he laughed. "But I wondered about maybe just a head-and-shoulder shot. You could slip your blouse off your shoulders, and it would look like you were in a swimsuit.

I sighed again, a little theatrically. This wasn't what I had been planning. Danny was getting very distracted, and I wondered if I should refuse. But I was depending on him to get Paul in to see the house.

"One picture Danny - then we go back in and upstairs!" I said as firmly as I could.

He nodded, eagerly, and watched as I undid more buttons. I opened my blouse about halfway, giving me enough slack to push it off my shoulders. I was still perfectly decent, I reminded myself as I posed for him. He paused before taking the single shot I had agreed to, reaching behind my head to undo my hairclip. My hair tumbled freely, and he smiled warmly. He pulled my hair loose about my shoulders, and then - so smoothly that I hardly noticed him doing it - his hands slid back, and he slipped my bra straps off my shoulders.

My mouth opened in shock and surprise, and Danny took his picture quickly.

"That's beautiful," he said appreciatively. "Okay, I'll do what you say."

As I instinctively reached up to readjust my blouse, Danny grabbed my hand and led me off towards the house. He chattered enthusiastically as we moved, partly distracting me from my increasingly provocative dress.

We went back in through the conservatory; I talked briefly, and he took a couple of shots again. In the back hallway, I pointed out a downstairs bathroom, where I glanced at myself in a mirror. I looked - well I guess 'sultry' is the word; like a pinup from the fifties. Shirt pushed down around my now bare shoulders, flower behind my ear, and a flood of dark red hair contrasting against my pale freckled skin.

But at least we were looking round the house again. And even getting through the odd room without more provocative poses.

On the stairs going up, though - disaster!

Danny was still looking quickly at all the arty nudes around the place. And I hadn't noticed that halfway up the stairs was a recent addition: a picture of me!

I was naked (naturally) apart from high heels, with my back to the camera, looking over my shoulder at the viewer. The picture had been taken on these very stairs from below, making my legs even longer. And my ass -- well, I have to say, my ass looked pretty bloody good!

"Woah!" cried Danny enthusiastically. He lifted his camera and took a snapshot of the picture. "Now that is fucking amazing!"

I stared at Danny, and at the picture; and then back again. Oh God, I hadn't realised that the Keels had put up photos of me!

This was going to change things...

"Oh, that is amazing. You have the most incredible legs, Karen. And an absolutely amazing arse!" Danny enthused.

I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I turned and hurried upstairs. Danny wasn't going to be happy without seeing more of me, now. And a part of me wanted to show him. To be ordered to show him.

I mean it's hard not to feel a little flattered when a guy is being so positive about you, and for his age, Danny was an attractive guy. But I was worried where it would end if I lost control any further. If I posed nude for him, what more would he expect? I didn't want to have to have sex with him just to get Paul round for a viewing!

I turned the corner at the top of the stairs and paused for breath. A picture caught my eye - Evie, the beautiful blonde. She was posed, wrapped around a door which hid most of her body except for a single arm and breast. Her arm was out, beckoning, and she had a 'come-hither' look in her eye. It struck me quickly what the answer was.

One of us had to set the agenda. And it could be me! For all his bluster, Danny had not had the nerve to order me in the same way as Mr and Mrs Keel. He was pleading...begging. I had the power here, not him.

Danny appeared beside me, and as an idea took root in my head, I smiled genuinely at him.

"Come and see the master suite," I said. This was at the far end of the landing, meaning a good twenty-foot walk. Ignoring his pleading, I walked sexily, scissoring my legs like a catwalk model.

Danny whined pitifully, shuffling along. "Come on Karen. Where's the harm?"

Twit! I thought. If he'd just had the nerve to give orders I probably would have done exactly what he said. But if I take over... Maybe we can both have fun on my terms.

I sashayed back to him, walking up close enough for him to feel my breath on his face. My body was tantalisingly close to him - if he had just stepped forwards...

"Do you not want to see the Master suite, Danny?" I said seductively.

"You know what I want to see," said Danny with a slight growl.

"You know Danny, I think you're not appreciating what a fabulous...house I have here" I said, stepping even closer as I spoke seductively. "I think you need to put this down" - I grabbed the camera - "and just pay me a bit more attention."

I strutted back to the suite door and through; quickly depositing the little camera in a drawer. When Danny didn't quickly follow, I peered back at him and beckoned; just like Evie in the picture.

When he appeared, I started my sales-spiel.

"This is the Master suite, with almost 600 square feet in the main room, an ensuite and a dressing room. There are two large built-in wardrobes, a full entertainment system, and if you look closely you'll see I'm unbuttoning my shirt."

Looking bored and a little fed-up, Danny's eyes suddenly widened as his head snapped round to look at me. As I had said, my hands were at my shirt, unfastening three more buttons. I pulled gently at the sides of the shirt, exposing a strip of skin almost two inches wide, down to my navel; interrupted only by the central part of my bra.

Ignoring him, I walked into the dressing room. This time, Danny followed me closely as I led the way. I sat at the dressing table looking into the mirror, and began evening-up my shirt. I picked up a bottle of Mrs Keel's perfume and brought it to my décolletage. Danny's eyes were fixed on me as I spritzed with the perfume.




The Estate Agent Ch. 04



"This is where a lady might get dressed." I said casually, ignoring the cleavage I was displaying. "What do you think, Danny?" I said meaningfully.

"Ah - very nice, Karen. Very nice." he replied.

"Good. Now, follow me through to the next bedroom, where I'll be shortening my skirt some more."

Not surprisingly, he did, and so I did. I folded the top over a couple of times, taking it three more inches up my long thighs. Now, it looked more like the sort of tiny miniskirt girls wore when they went clubbing. Danny was open-mouthed.

Now this was more like it! Five minutes ago, it felt like he held all the cards, and I was helpless. Now, he was falling over himself to follow me around.

I led him through another room without stripping any more, deciding what to do next. Then as I walked in front of him down the corridor, I slipped my blouse off, and tossed it over the banister. I heard him catch his breath as I revealed my slim back, and he was just inches behind me by the time we entered the next room.

I pushed him back with one hand.

"You're just looking around, Danny, and you need to remember that. The owners don't want you touching their things - and neither do I."

He looked so crestfallen, I couldn't help but add. "But you might be surprised at how much there is to see!"

He glanced down at my pert boobs in the lacy pink bra. They bounced as I moved, deliberately jiggling them; held up only by wires and elastic, as I had not put the straps back up from my shoulders. I ran my hands up to caress and lift them briefly, and then back down over my flat tummy. I stepped back, and gestured to the room. "What do you think?"

"Err, it's great! Really lovely."

"Good! Now this room has a connecting door to the last one on this side of the house. The owners use it as a sun room."

I led him in to the small room.

"Now the owners keep these two chaise-longue here to relax in and watch the stars." I said, sitting down on one and reclining. "But I can see Paul putting proper sun-chairs here for him and one or two lucky girls."

I lay back, lifting my arms above my head, and stretching out my legs; one slightly bent to display my thighs better.

"What do you think, Danny? Would Paul like this room?" I asked, lifting my knee provocatively. I'm sure he could probably see my panties.

"Yeah - yeah, a lot" Danny stuttered, his cool completely lost.

"One more room then," I said as I stood up. "This is the main room at the front of the house, and I think it would be a great upstairs lounge or dance room. You could even connect it to the downstairs reception with a spiral staircase. And if you're very good, I might just take off my skirt."

Danny actually moved first, crossing the corridor into what the plans listed as the second bedroom suite. He turned to watch me enter, and I stepped bouncily to give my breasts a little jiggle. Hey, they may not be huge, but I can work them!

His eyes boggled at me in my bra and (now tiny) skirt, and I wiggled my hips as I walked.

"So what do you think, Danny?" I asked, gesturing with my arms wide. "Would Paul like this room?"

"Um, yeah, yeah he would" said Danny eagerly, his eyes leaving my tits as he saw my hands resting on the waistband of my skirt.

"I was thinking maybe you should call him," I said, hooking my thumbs under the thickly folded material.

Danny's eyes darted off to one side as he thought. "Sure, okay. I'm not, err, not sure I've seen everything there is to see though".

I smiled. "Don't you worry Danny. I'll be sure to show you everything you need to give this house a glowing report. But just give Paul your opinion so far..."

It didn't take more than a couple of seconds for him to pull out his phone. He glanced at me, and I pushed my hands down an inch, looking at him meaningfully. He dialled obediently.

"What does Paul really sound like?" I asked innocently. "Can you put him on speaker?"

Danny shrugged helplessly. A dialling tone arose from his phone for a few seconds.

"Hi Danny." came a voice.

"Hi Paul." said Danny awkwardly.

"How's it going?" said Paul. I wasn't going to tell Danny, but I recognised Paul's voice from interviews on Youtube.

"Ah, good." said Danny. "Really good. The house is great, and the agent is really... friendly."

He grinned at me, with a little embarrassment.

"Cool. So, potential, then" came Paul's voice.

"Sure." Said Danny. "Just a few more things to see"

He looked at my legs, and I smiled - not that he would see it. I pushed at my skirt, and it stretched over my thighs before dropping heavily to the floor, revealing my silken pink underwear beneath. If Danny was looking closely enough, he was sure to be able to see my pussy through the thin fabric.

And I don't think anyone had ever looked at me more closely than Danny was right then!

Danny's chin fell slightly, as Paul's voice came through.

"So, could it be ready to move in soon, or would I have to change much?" he said.

"Um, no -" said Danny as I walked towards him shaking my head, indicating with a twirl of my fingers that he should keep talking. My other hand ran through my hair, and I began to pose for him with a little pirouette.

"No, I reckon it's in pretty good shape. Maybe a little redecorating - it's pretty unique right now, though. No need for any big structural changes; but I guess you could if you wanted to."

Danny stopped as I 'accidentally' knocked a wooden ornament to the floor. I made a theatrical but silent "Oh!" covering my mouth like a woman from one of those old saucy postcards, or the old 'Jane' strip. Then I turned my back to him and bent over at the waist to pick it up very slowly.

Danny started talking again. "Still, I really like what I'm seeing now, you know? It looks really good from here."

I turned, still bent over; and showed him the ornament I had recovered. Finally, I slowly stretched back to a standing position and replaced it.

"That's cool mate. Listen; ask if I could see it this evening before heading back home. Might as well get a first look; see if it's worth pursuing."

"Sure, I'll check," said Danny. "The agent seems pretty, er, accommodating. I'm sure she'll be able to fit you in. Hold on."

He covered the microphone, and I said, quietly "Sure. Any time - whatever's good for him."

Danny relayed this, and quickly organised a seven pm viewing; whilst I stood and gently stroked and caressed by lace-clad breasts. Men love it when women do that!

Danny was clearly no exception, clearly having a massive erection in his tight-fitting jeans. He hung up finally, and swallowed, wiping his sweaty hands on his shirt.

I smiled at him with genuine warmth. Another hurdle overcome! Paul was going to visit; and whilst I reckoned Danny might drop a hint or two to him, I was pretty sure he wouldn't persuade him to back out.

Still, a girl likes to make sure of these things.

"Thanks Danny" I said calmly. "I'm really glad you gave this place the thumbs-up."

"Um, sure. I - err - really enjoyed the, err, the way you showed it off." he replied hesitantly, watching as I continued to gently stroke my various curves.

"Good. Because I wanted you to leave happy with the viewing, and - well frankly you look a little uncomfortable." I said, pointing at his swollen crotch, and raising an eyebrow.

I paused for a moment or two to let him digest that before continuing. "So I thought you might like to do something about it whilst I put a little music on. Maybe have a little dance. What do you say - does that appeal to you?"

Danny swallowed, and his eyes darted left and then right, making him briefly look more like a nervous teenager than a man in his late forties. He nodded, licking his lips.

There was a small ipod docking unit on the mantelpiece, and I had flicked through on a previous visit. It only took a minute to find what I wanted.

Prince.

Cream.

I loved Prince, and could dance incredibly seductively to this song even with my clothes on. In my current wardrobe - I think I'd look pretty sensational.

I began to sway gently as the song started; hips pumping side to side with each of the heavy drumbeats. I strutted, twirled, bumped and ground my hips. Danny sat boggle-eyed for a good minute before his hand started to drift towards his zipper.

I continued to sway and shimmy, my hands groping knowingly at my breasts, making them bulge out of my flimsy bra. As Danny extricated his cock, I turned around to present him with my bottom once again.

This time, I reached down with both hands, and drew the thin panties upwards; pulling the semitransparent material between my bum-cheeks.

I bent over slightly, stretching my bottom as my hands began to caress it. For several seconds, that was all I did, before starting to gently spank myself.

I can imagine what Danny was seeing, as I spanked my bottom until it was probably a nice shade of pink; hips swaying back and forth with each beat. Then my hands left my bottom, and moved up; repositioning to reach my bra. I brushed the shoulder straps off; then unclipped it and let it fall to the floor.

I swayed from one side to the other; hands on my hips, with my back to Danny, now effectively wearing just a thin pink thong. I covered my breasts and turned around, lifting and squeezing them as I turned to see him literally on the edge of his seat, fist pumping at his hard cock. A nice six-incher; nothing special, but it did look a bit horny and dirty watching him do it.

I bent over, showing my cleavage, and then stood. I moved my hands up, to reveal the undersides of my pert boobs. With a little rearrangement, my left arm came up to cover my left breast, left hand covering the other. I ran the fingers of my free right hand through my hair, letting it fall gently down.

Actually, I realised that I could effectively cover my breasts with my hair, and quickly did so; the flowing red tresses covering them almost completely. This left my hand free to stretch, and run down over my tummy and flared hips. I danced some more, not worrying if Danny got the occasional glimpse of my nipples as my hair moved with each step. He was clearly pretty close anyway. So I decided to give him a nice finish.

I moved closer. His legs were wide apart, and I stood between them. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"So Danny, you aren't going to make a mess, are you? You'll catch it in your other hand?"

Danny nodded, face red and sweaty as his breath came in quick bursts.

"Good. Make sure you do. Because if you get any spunk on my nice underwear I'll be very cross. But since you've promised to keep me clean, I've a little reward for you."

I pulled back to look him in the eye, and then used one hand to brush back the hair that covered my breasts; giving him a perfect view of them, and my whole half-naked body within touching distance.

I lifted my right breast with one hand, and put the other on the back of his head. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened as I fed my pert breast and hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked reflexively, and I heard him moan, not letting go of my breast as he came.

He was as good as his (unspoken) word, and caught every drop in his left hand.

I grinned at him, and stepped back; pulling my breast from his mouth with a slight pop. I let him stare at me for a minute before I stooped to pick up my bra.

"I think you might want to go and clean up" I said suggestively. "There's a bathroom just across the hall."

After a moment, whilst I put my bra on, Danny stood and stumbled away to clean his hands. This gave me a nice opportunity to pick up his phone and write down the last number dialled. I slipped on my skirt, and dashed off.

By the time Danny re-emerged, I had my bra back on; and was ready to greet him with his camera - minus a dozen or so carefully chosen shots; which I had deleted. I didn't want to end up on the internet, after all!

Danny looked embarrassed, and I laughed a little at him.

"Relax, Danny," I giggled. "You've not done anything to be too embarrassed about - although maybe not to put on a blog or anything! Paul's not committed to anything apart from a viewing. And you must admit, it's a nice house!"

Danny chuckled a little ruefully. "Yeah, I guess. I might warn him not to bring his chequebook!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough. But I imagine that Paul has plenty of practice dealing with girls who want something from him."

I smiled wryly; not mentioning the fact that Danny probably had less practice in the same area.

"Fine. Listen, I should go. Long drive back to Rochester, and I've got shedloads of paperwork to finish off there."

"Okay. Well, I'll expect Paul around seven." I said, putting a hand out to shake. Danny looked puzzled, and then grinned, shaking my hand warmly.

"Nice to meet you, Karen. Really nice." he said honestly. "And I wish you luck! Paul might go for this place, or he might not. He'll go for you all right, but he's not going to buy a house to get laid, you know."

"I know. And I'm not hoping he will. If the house can sell itself, it will. And if he's not interested, I'm sure he turns away a dozen girls prettier than me every week."

"I'm not sure about that, sweetheart. But good luck!" he laughed, not unkindly.

I walked him to the door, and watched him drive off.

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After a quick cup of tea, I had my plan for Paul all worked out. The Keels' had agreed to stay out and go to a restaurant. Mr Keel hadn't wanted to, but Mrs Keel overruled him.

"We hired Karen for all her talents, and if she thinks us being out will help her sell the house to Mr Newburgh; then out we will go!" she told him firmly.

Then I called Paul himself on the number I had taken from Danny's phone. I told him I was looking forward to the viewing, and hoped it would convince him to return for another in the light of day.

After that phone call, I went home to shower and change. My evening was just beginning... and Paul Newburgh wouldn't know what hit him! 



The Estate Agent Ch. 05



Welcome to Part Five of this multipart, multigenre story. I recommend reading Parts 1-4 first, but I think this section is sufficiently self-explanatory that you don't have to. It contains plenty of exhibitionism, and some pretty hot sex towards the end; but is a little slow-burn initially - be patient!

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I drove hurriedly back to the Keels' house, having showered, shaved my legs and got changed. Now, I was wearing a tight black skirt to mid-thigh, slit to just below my bum at the back. Underneath, I had freshly shaved and powdered legs, and a pair of sexy bright red knickers. Not that I was expecting anyone to see them, or anything...

A peach-coloured blouse with just the top three buttons undone, and a red wonderbra underneath (just visible through the peach fabric), and a short black jacket on top. And three-inch black leather heels underneath.

Just a little fresh made-up; and I have to say I looked pretty damned good.

Just the right combination of professional and flirt. Nothing slutty...

Soon, I was back at the house, where I started walking through my planned tour.

In no time at all, it was time; there was an infrared sensor on the open gate, so when the bell chimed, I knew it was time to go out and meet the customer...

A dark green sports car drew up outside the house as I opened the door, and stepped out onto the drive. Paul Newburgh stepped out - tall, with close-cropped dark hair. Quite good-looking, but not (as men go) all that gorgeous.

What the hell - this isn't a Mills & Boon, I thought. I want him to buy something from me - not to marry me. Still, flirting with him wasn't going to be any chore!

"Hi!" I said confidently, as I approached him on my high heels. His eyes looked me up and down quickly.

"You must be Paul," I said, without the slightest doubt. "Hi, I'm Karen."

"Hey Karen," said Paul. His eyes fixed confidently onto my face as he talked, which was nice. I caught a couple of quick glances down to my neckline, which was even nicer. As I've said before, a girl likes to be appreciated, after all.

"So, welcome to your new home Paul," I said with a cheeky smile. "How do you like it so far?"

I turned to gesture at the house, stretching out my long legs as I turned. I looked at the house myself for several seconds, turning back quickly and catching his eyes on my legs.

Paul looked back up at the house, then back to meet my gaze, either not knowing or caring that I had caught him looking.

"It looks good. Listen, I'm sorry to do this twice in one day, but I've had to agree to meet one of the club directors for dinner. You know how it is..."

"Right, okay - so is this just a flying visit then?" I asked, my heart beating faster.

"Yeah - but I figure it'll only take ten minutes to know if it's worth a second look. I've got some practice, you know." he said confidently.

"So I understand - this would be your fifth home?" I asked, cursing all footballers silently. Damn it - a ten-minute viewing for a £3/4m house? I had to get him hooked fast!

"Yeah, that's right. So the location seems okay. Danny told me a lot about the decor I'm curious to see though - like a naked art gallery, he said."

"Kind of," I replied. "Why not come in and see?"

I ushered him in, discreetly unbuttoning my blouse one more hole, and opening the neck up a little as I walked behind him.

Paul glanced around the large hallway, nodding approvingly.

"Cool" he said casually. "I like a bit of space when you come in."

He wandered over to a black-and-white still of a nude lying on a beach, murmuring to himself before going to another picture: this one of a nude girl on a bicycle.

"I see what Danny meant" chuckled Paul.

"Perhaps you'd like to have a quick look at the kitchen," I said, drawing him through the door.

"Oh yeah - it looks nice," Paul drawled, before we even made it through the door. "Danny had a nice picture with you at the breakfast bar. How come you were in all the pictures again?"

Hmmph. "Danny was too distracted by all the pictures. I had to get his attention somehow."

"I'm surprised the dirty old guy didn't suggest making his own collection!" said Paul suggestively.

He knows! Damn Danny!

"That's between Danny and I," I said with a smile and a wink; tossing my hair as I strode over and sat on the barstool at the breakfast bar and crossing my long legs.

Paul's eyes dropped reflexively as my short skirt slid up to reveal an expanse of firm, milky-white thigh. He recovered quickly and glanced around, taking in the fixtures and fittings.

"Okay," he laughed. "What's next?"

I stood, and smoothed my skirt down, drawing his attention back to my slim legs. "Well through there is the second reception."

This was not going as planned. This was far too quick and business-like. But I could tell he saw something in the place; from the way he was looking around. I led him into the second reception room, and then to the first, which we had missed. Predictably, the three nudes caught his attention.

"Nice." he said. "Lovely blonde - and the Italian girl has amazing boobs."

"Actually" I said quickly, drawing on his attention; "she's Spanish - and they look even better in person."

This got his attention. "You know her?"

"I...know her. And she... knows me." I said suggestively.

His eyebrows twitched, a little composure lost. "Really? You two...know each other?"

"Oh, Fernanda and I know each other very well" I said, in a husky voice. "She and I have even done some photos together."

Paul's head tilted. "Really?"

"Mmm hmm." I confirmed. "Would you like to see them?"

"Yes" said Paul, his composure cracking slightly.

I smiled at him. "I'll just bet you would."

I turned and flounced out of the room, and along to the study; Paul following like a puppy.

"So can I, then?" he asked, ignoring the room.

"Mr Newburgh! There is a lot of artistic erotica in this house - some of which even involves me. But I thought you were in a hurry to see the house and go?" I said accusingly. I had come up with a new plan.

"Um, sorry. It looks okay - I'm just a bit distracted, that's all," he said. "Big meeting".

"Mr Newburgh, I know this area. There are very few top-end houses like this, and none on the market at the moment. Now I can give you a thousand reasons to buy this house, and I think you should - but if all you can think about is erotic art, and some dinner appointment, perhaps we could re-schedule?"

"Ah..." said Paul, clearly not used to being told off like a big kid. I decided to show him the carrot.

"Paul. It's fine. But clearly, we should have rearranged, so you could focus on your dinner. Why don't we agree to do that - say, tomorrow morning - and we can spend the next twenty minutes admiring the pictures, and get you relaxed for your meeting?" I suggested.

"Yeah, okay" said Paul, clearly relieved. "Sorry about that, again."

"That's okay." I said in softer tones. "Tomorrow morning?"

"Sure. Ten-ish?"

"It's a date." I confirmed. "Now... This girl here is called Kate, I think...."

I changed my tour now, deliberately seeking out the pictures, and describing the girls in them. Fortunately, I had a good memory of Mrs Keel doing the same for me; whilst I walked naked around behind her. I made up a few details; but then that's what estate agents do!

Paul seemed to enjoy it, and I saved my own contribution until last; hoping it would help motivate him to return the next day. My over-the-shoulder nude on the stairs, showing my flexed bug, and long legs.

It certainly got his attention, provoking a long, low whistle.

"Whew!" said Paul. "That's nice!"

"You like?" I asked.

"Sure! You look amazing!" he said.

"Yes, I do. I look even better in real life," I agreed, with confidence that I wasn't feeling right then. "And I work hard to achieve it. That pert tushy takes a lot of effort."

I half-turned away from him, and looked down at my bottom; giving him the opportunity (and implied permission) to do the same.

"You wouldn't believe how many squats and lunges it takes to keep my bottom as pert as this," I said, running one hand over it caressingly. "Or how much time on the treadmill and stair-climber to keep my thighs so trim."

I pushed my bum out towards him. "So, do you think it's worth it, then? Danny said you liked a nice arse." I asked bluntly.

"Yeah - yeah, I do. And yours is amazing." said Paul enthusiastically.

"Well," I looked at my watch theatrically "my ass is going to be here at eleven tomorrow morning. And it's going to be enjoying a swim in the pool outside. Is your ass going to be here, too?"

Paul grinned broadly. "Sure. Does that mean we're done for today?"

"We're done - but tomorrow we'll view the house properly; take in the gardens, talk about the area. And no more appointments getting in the way!" I said, finishing firmly.

He chuckled, and leaned forward to give my bottom a quick smack, with a cheeky smile. I raised an eyebrow archly, and his grin got even bigger.

"Sorry - I couldn't resist," he said with a smirk.

"Any more of that, Mr Newburgh" I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "and I'll be smacking your bottom! Now, I'll see you tomorrow at eleven; and be prepared to try out the pool!"

We had walked down the steps as I talked, steering him in front of me; and I opened the door to the outer hall. I put out a hand, and he shook it firmly. He grinned, and I held my firm look for a moment, before allowing a wink, and a sly smile to slip out.

He left, and I let out a sigh.

It hadn't gone how I wanted - but then nothing else had done with this sale so far! Still, it had become kind of fun, and he was a pretty accomplished flirt. He liked my bum, too.

Mind you, most men did, as far as I could tell...

I picked up my mobile, and called the Keels. I would need the house tomorrow as well, it seemed. I talked with Mrs Keel about how things had gone, and she seemed to think that it had gone pretty well. We talked about the preoccupation of both Danny and Paul with the artwork, and I asked about what to do if Paul made an offer for it.

By the time we had finished talking, I had thought through what to do the next day, and what I would need to pull it off. I would be arrive the next day at ten, and be all ready for Mr Newburgh by eleven. I'd have him eating out of my hand.

---

Soon enough, I was waiting for Paul to return. My various preparations were made well before his car pulled up, and he jumped out. This time, he was in sunglasses, a T-shirt and jeans, showing just how well sculpted his body was underneath. I was waiting in a floaty summer dress; pale cream with a flowered print. I had a broad-brimmed straw hat on, and sandals beneath. I looked like pure summer, and the weather hadn't let me down; with blue skies, and just a few clouds to see.

As for what I was wearing under the dress; well, that was summery too. In a manner of speaking...

"Hi Paul", I said warmly. I walked up to him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Isn't it a glorious day?"

"Beautiful" he agreed. "Just like you" he said with a grin.

Cheesy, but still a bit charming, I thought.

"Come on in, and see the house," I said. "We'll go around downstairs quickly, then out back into the garden."

Paul followed quickly, taking off his shades as we went inside. I hadn't needed any, with my broad summer hat.

We walked through the downstairs rooms quickly. I had opened all the curtains throughout the house, and it was full of light - the place had been well designed for it; and even had some solar diffusers in the interior rooms. It was cool too; as I had turned down the air conditioning to demonstrate how well it worked.

After about ten minutes, I led Paul out into the garden. We walked around the pool, and across the grass, to admire the flower garden, and the concealed summerhouse. This little glass-fronted cabin also had air conditioning, heating in winter; and a tiny refrigerated mini-bar. Definitely designed to appeal to boys, with a view of the flower garden for, as I put it, any women he wanted to impress. The single long couch there was big enough to fill other uses as well...

Back on the grass, we looked at the house.

"So, how about that pool, then?" said Paul. "I'm boiling!"

"That sounds good to me Paul - did you bring a costume?" I asked.

"I thought I'd just wear my boxers," he said casually, "and go commando on the way home."

I smiled inwardly. "Well, you slip your jeans off and jump in then," I said; "and I'll quickly get changed in here" I continued, gesturing back to the summer-house.

He nodded, and walked up the garden, already slackening his belt. I watched as he stopped by the pool to push his jeans and shoes off in one movement, before pulling off his T-shirt to show his muscular back.

He glanced back, clearly hoping I was watching; and grinned when he saw me still there. I waved, and moved into the summerhouse. I didn't really need to - I had my costume on already - but wanted to make an impression when I re-emerged.

I slipped the summer-dress off, revealing a very skimpy wet-look bikini. Red, of course; and cut very high on the hips. The tight, thin fabric clung to my curves, making my pert C-cup boobs look bigger; and my nipples were clearly outlined. Eat your heart out, Phoebe Cates!

I tossed the hat away, and pulled my loose hair quickly into a ponytail with a hairband. A moment to apply a fresh coating of slightly brighter lipgloss, put on sunglasses and kick off my sandals...

I stepped out of the summerhouse, pulling the door behind me, and began to walk slowly and deliberately across the grass. I intended to get Paul's full attention from this point on, and took small steps, scissoring my legs in front of each other like a catwalk model. Or a pole-dancer.

Before I was halfway across, Paul was watching me, with his mouth open. I strutted up to the pool, and took a moment to pose there, taking off my sunglasses to toss them onto a lounger. I took a deep breath, lifting my breasts yet higher, and dived right over Paul's head, and into the pool.

The cool water felt fabulous on my skin, and I swam the length of the pool underwater before surfacing. I turned, and swam slowly towards Paul, who was quite focussed on my reappearance.

"Hey, good-looking" he exclaimed. "You're right - you do look even better than your photograph!"

"I told you so," I answered smartly. "So how do you like the pool so far?"

"Pretty good - especially the company" he said.

"Well, now can you imagine having a few friends round? Filling the pool? Come on out and look around - this is a great place for a pool party." I said confidently.

I swam across to the side, and climbed the stairs; looking around at the top as I climbed, to make sure he was watching my bum as he followed.

"So over here, you've got a solid stone barbecue pit, with a spit-roast placing; then the outdoor bar, with an ice-maker, two chiller compartments, and space for two beer barrels" I explained, pointing at some of the features of the patio.

I bent over at the waist to open one of the chiller cabinets, pulling out a couple of glasses, and a cocktail shaker I had filled earlier. I added ice, and quickly shook the cocktail before pouring an icy Mohito into each glass.

I turned to him, holding a cocktail in each hand.

"Get into the jacuzzi" I said, pointing to the sunken tub I had set to heat an hour earlier, just to take the chill off. He got in obediently, not taking his eyes off me for a minute. I leaned right over, my barely-clad boobs dangling inches in front of his face as I handed him his Mohito.

I stepped gracefully into the pool, and sat opposite him, keeping my breasts above the bubbling waterline. "Cheers!"

We clinked glasses, and took a sip, before I continued.

"Now Paul, tell me that this doesn't feel like home to you!" I said. "Inside, it's comfort and elegance. Outside, it's cool, sporty and fun! Pool parties with bikini-clad girls, and guys round the barbecue pit. Isn't that every guys' ideal house?"

Paul smiled and took another sip. He finally took his eyes off me, and scanned the sunny garden, pool and patio area.

"It's pretty good Karen, I have to admit." he said truthfully.

"Then how about some of the less glamorous facts?" I said, subtly sinking down in the water, to be a bit less distracting. I wanted to sell the house, not just myself!

"It's a great neighbourhood less than 15 minutes drive from your training ground, and with good road links to the M40. It's in a catchment area for Millgrove Academy, one of the highest-rated state schools in the country. And Westbourne Green is a public school with boarding facility twenty minutes away."

"You're convenient for two regional airports, and three major metropolitan areas, not counting London, of course. It's pretty fantastic for shopping, clubbing, theatre, and the arts. As a location for a Leyton United player, it's pretty hard to beat."

Paul chuckled. "Now this is what I call mixing business with pleasure! It's good to know, though. I'll be looking to re-sell eventually, after all."

Yes! Got him! He's talking as if he's properly interested.

"Paul, it's a brilliant area for re-selling." I said confidently. "Even with the property market as it is, the value of homes here has dipped just 4-5%, compared with 12% for the area as a whole; and 18-20% for the country as a whole. So although you're still getting a bargain, you can be sure that your investment will hold it's value."

Paul smiled thoughtfully, and nodded, looking around. I sat back and sipped at my icy Mohito as he did the same, glancing around.

"So, if you hadn't noticed, the 'party patio' has it's own spiral staircase up to a small balcony off the sun room. Since you haven't seen upstairs yet, why don't we start there?" I asked.

Paul agreed, and I stood up abruptly, letting the water cascade off me sensually as I finished my drink. I looked down to catch Paul admiring my thighs and the clingy fabric of my bikini bottoms.

I ignored him, and stepped out of the jacuzzi; posing on the edge to wipe off most of the water with my hands whilst Paul watched my hands slide over smooth flesh. Then I led him over to the spiral staircase, stepping delicately barefoot up the ornate cast iron stairs. Paul followed closely, just a step or two behind, and no doubt admiring my pert bum flexing right in front of his face.

Up top, I had left a thin red silk wrap dress over the balcony; and wrapped myself up as Paul watched. The thin fabric clung sensually to my wet body, enhancing my curves as much as it hid them.

"Don't want to catch cold!" I laughed. I gestured to the landscape behind the house with my arm. "How do you like the view?"

"It's great", said Paul, not taking his eyes off me. "Nice balcony, too."

"Step into the sun room" I said with a smile, opening the door for him to go first. I had left music playing, distracting Paul for a moment whilst I slipped the bikini top off under my wrap, and leaving it behind on the balcony.

He turned to look at me as the door closed, and immediately his eyes fixed on my tits, which bounced as I entered the room; no longer controlled by the bikini top. My nipples were erect from the touch of the cold, damp cloth, and the dress was plastered to my front revealingly.

Paul didn't even try to hide his open appraisal of my body now. He stepped forward, his own muscular naked torso inches from mine clad in clingy wet silk. His cock tented the front of his tight wet boxers alarmingly.

"You know, you'll catch your death of cold in that" he said accusingly, "with the air-con on so high."

"Oops." I said flatly. "I must have forgotten to turn it off."

"I'll warm up with a shower," I said, walking him quickly through the sun room, and along to the master bedroom. The en-suite here had the wet room where Mrs Keel had showered with me previously.




The Estate Agent Ch. 05



I have to confess, although I had planned most of this out ahead, I was enjoying putting on a show so much that I was starting to forget that the real motivation was selling a house. I just loved exhibiting myself and being stared at with such obvious desire by a sexy guy with a clear hard-on.

Does that make me a bit strange? I was never this way before meeting Mr and Mrs Keel.

I walked straight into the shower and turned the water on to heat up; stepping back whilst it did.

"Do you mind if I warm up a bit?" I asked innocently, looking at Paul on the other side of the plate glass.

He stood close, eyes wandering up and down my silk-clad body.

"Sure - be my guest" he said, enjoying the sight of my lithe form wrapped in skin-tight silk.

I stepped under the warm water, and let it run over my body, making the clinging silk ripple like grass in the wind. I turned my face upwards and let the water pour in a torrent over my face, and through my wet hair. Then, with my back turned to Paul, I reached inside the loose dress and undid the ties on my bikini bottoms; letting the wet fabric fall to the floor at my feet. The silk dress clung to the curves of my bottom revealingly.

Finally, I turned back to Paul, stepped out of the streams of water, and took hold of the ribbons holding the wraparound dress together.

I undid the ties, and took hold of the sides of the wet dress. Then, I unwrapped myself, revealing my nakedness to him completely.

As he watched, I let the red dress fall away; a bright puddle of colour on the terracotta tiles. I stood there, pale and naked, one hand on my hips as I shamelessly displayed myself nude for a man I had met only yesterday.

He stared appreciatively, the bulge in his boxer shorts more pronounced than ever.

"Are you going to join me?" I said innocently. "You look a bit cold yourself."

Paul smiled widely, stepping around the glass wall and into the huge shower area. He stood close to me, and his hands reached out for my sides. I stood there casually as his strong hands slipped around my waist, my calm face hiding a maelstrom of thoughts - You are not supposed to be doing this! This is not just some sexy guy you can shag and then forget about! God, his hands feel good!

His touch grew bolder, hands moving up my back; and then when my eyes half-closed in submission, they moved back down to slide onto my bottom. His strong fingers began to squeeze and mould my arse, and I felt my pussy moistening and nipples erecting.

I felt movement, and then cool lips settled around my left nipple. His stubble scratched slightly as he suckled at my breast with surprising tenderness.

We stood there for a minute under the warm spray, with his hands on my buttocks and his mouth on my breasts, until I finally opened my eyes. What the hell, I had decided. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this - I had only really intended to tease him, not to go fully naked and have sex with him - but let's face it, it was happening now!

He may or may not buy the house; but at that stage, I honestly didn't care. I just wanted his hands on me, and his thick cock inside me.

My hands slid around his waist, and onto the sides of his sodden boxer shorts. I pushed them down, sinking to my knees as I did so. His long, thick cock sprung up to meet me; and my mouth opened wide.

I took his spongy cock-head in my mouth, grabbing the shaft to steer it further along my hungry tongue. I didn't try to deep-throat him (overrated, if you ask me), being too hungry to taste his maleness; to slide my tongue over the stiff shaft and soft head. I love having a man's cock in my mouth, having him moan and hold your head so tenderly. I reached down to cup his balls with one hand, and then to stroke the sensitive perineum leading to his tight bottom.

Paul groaned as I feasted on him, sucking and licking his turgid cock as the warm water poured over us both. Finally, he pulled me back.

"Fuck, I've got to have you," he said desperately.

I pushed him back, and he stumbled onto the shelf-like seat along the side of the shower section. As he sat abruptly, I climbed onto him, knees either side of his thighs. I guided his cock with my hand, sinking down so that the swollen head slid between my soaking, swollen pussy-lips.

I moaned with joy as I felt his thick shaft sliding deep into me, stretching the walls of my hungry pussy the way I was craving. I pushed down, filling myself with his flesh before lifting up; and then down again. We moaned together, his hands holding my hips, and helping guide me up and down as his hips thrust at me.

I wanted more, though. In this position, his cock could only go so far inside me, and I wanted more.

I lifted up, pushing myself off his swollen cock, and stumbling out of the shower. I considered just kneeling onto the bed and letting him fuck me from behind, but decided I wanted to be more intimate with him. I flung a towel over the bed, and crawled onto it before rolling onto my back.

I spread my legs wide as Paul crawled onto the bed, his thick cock dangling under his belly almost comically - but his face was dead serious as he took hold of himself, and guided his cock inside me.

I groaned deeply with satisfaction as Paul's sturdy cock slid far deeper than it had before, until I felt his pubic bone grind against my own. After a moment of pure satisfied fullness, he pulled smoothly out almost his full length; and then slid back inside once more.

Oh, God I loved to be fucked like that! Strong, slow strokes from a muscular stud between my widely-splayed thighs. Feeling so helpless, so feminine, and so completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of an invading cock. It was the best part of sex with a man, to my mind. And I don't care what anyone said - I loved the missionary position! I could be submissive and yet hungry, raking his back with my nails and grasping him with my thighs; yet with the knowledge that the man on top and inside of me was totally intent on my body and the pleasure he could wring from it.

Our hips moved against each other as Paul's thrusts began to speed up. They always did, I'd noticed. Men never wanted to stay slow and deliberate the way I loved. Maybe it just wasn't enough for them. Even so, being fucked was still a gorgeous sensation for me, as his thick cock stretched and filled me; lubricated by my sticky juices that dripped from my engorged pussy lips.

We fucked hard and fast; one of Paul's hands clutching my breast briefly before returning to it's role supporting his body. There was no time for more foreplay here; our mouths pressed against each other at times, but in truth, we were too hungry for each other even to kiss. He clutched at my shoulders, pulling me tight as he thrust into me repeatedly. A massive orgasm of my own was brewing, as I felt his cock swell larger inside me, and I knew he would come soon. His grunts of excitement were enough to tip me over the edge; and my orgasm raced through me like golden fire surging through my veins; my hands and feet tingling with aftershocks.

Paul came deep inside me, his swollen shaft spurting thick spasms of come into my hot and hungry pussy. His face twisted with what looked like almost agony - le petit mort, as the French call it - and he finally collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.

---

After that, the sale was pretty much a foregone conclusion. You can't help liking a house where you've had great sex with a hot stranger!

We talked for a bit, did a proper tour of the upper level of the house (still naked); and ended up having sex again on the balcony. Both of us naked in the open air: me bent over the balcony; Paul driving his cock deep inside me as we looked out over the rolling Oxfordshire hills.

I went home with my legs trembling, having made Paul promise not to make me an offer that day.

I know, it's the oldest trick in the book. And I honestly didn't have sex with Paul just to get the sale! I mean, he was pretty fuckable! But I'm a woman - my business head switches back on fairly quickly. And I know that if you can convince someone you're trying not to sell them something, they'll want it all the more. I felt a little guilty... But hey, a girl's got to eat!

He made an offer the next day - a good one; fifteen thousand under the asking price. I called him back and argued with him to meet it. He said he would meet the asking price if I promised to spend the first night there with him.

Not surprisingly, Mr and Mrs Keel were over the moon when I brought them the offer with the asking price they wanted. Almost as pleased as my boss! When the money finally changed hands, my 'official' share was £8100, but the Keels paid me more than a 50% bonus, at £14000.

Nice work, if you can get it! And it really sorted out my finances; cleared my debts totally! They also gave me a couple of presents - two books; one entirely full of my own nude photographs (with and without Fernanda), and the other a copy of their silver-edged coffee-table book. They also gave me a personal DVD, simply inscribed 'Karen'.

John and Jessica Keel had changed something in me; alerted me to a hundred new ways of feeling aroused, sexy and alive. They had introduced me to submission, exhibitionism, lesbianism and the thrill of control. I was never going back to being the boring Karen I had been before.

I was sexy, young, and successful - even if my whole career was still on the skids because of the recession. It was clearly going to be a while before the property market picked up!

And I had two more new people in my life, too - Paul, of course, and the fabulous Fernanda. One of these days I might get round to telling the story of what happened that first night when Paul moved in - or the story of when I met Fernanda alone before the sale went through. Or I might even tell the tale of when I met the Keels again, after their cruise.

If anyone's interested, that is...