4 comments/ 20015 views/ 1 favorites Model Home By: darkknight01 This is going to be fun, I thought. I can't wait! "Welcome to The Hills at Pleasant Point," the pretty Asian sales rep said interrupting my private conversation. "Have you two been here before"? "No," I replied, staring at dozens of toy house models under a large glass table. Red "Sold Out" magnets covered only thirty percent of the mini-homes, which was typical for a new housing development in this economy. "What's the square footage of your largest home?" my lady friend Kimberly asked. "The Stonecrest Plan is a 3,680-square-foot, a four bedroom, is our largest home." The rep pointed to a corner table. A slightly older blonde woman stood next to the table with a wide customer service smile. "We have brochures with floor plans and all the information you might need," she said as she handed us two brochures. "Thank you," I said, "we are anxious to visit one of your units, we've seen this development from the highway before and it looked nice to us, we'd like to do the walking tour". I tapped Kimberly's elbow, turned, and pushed open the door that led to the three model homes. The blonde woman held the door for us. "Oh, just a reminder, we'll be closing in fifteen minutes." "Okay," Kimberly said, slipping her soft hand into mine. "We'll be back soon." Kimberly pulled me away. Outside, we double-timed past the first two model homes. The hem of Kimberly's sky blue summer dress bounced against her curvy backside and her smooth as buttermilk legs. "Slow down, Kimberly," I said laughing. "What about the other models?" She didn't turn. "We don't have much time. We need to hurry." I smiled. "I'm walking as fast as I can." While run-walking, I stared at the attractive Craftsman-style home. Very nice, I thought to myself. We stepped up to the entryway. "Nice, huh?" Kimberly said, now standing near the entrance looking sexy. "Oh yes, I can't wait to see the inside." She opened the door. To my surprise, classic jazz welcomed us. We stepped inside and admired the dark hardwood flooring. The central air cooled us from the humid ninety-degree Atlanta summer heat. Kimberly's eyes grew wide as plates and grabbed my hand. "Come on, babe upstairs." I didn't say a word; I just did what she told me. She skipped up the hardwood steps, giggling like a kid on her way to Magic Mountain, with me close behind her. I gazed at the craftsman style chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, bobbed my head to the jazzy percussion and drum bass that reverberated through the house. We reached the top of the stairs. With my wrist still locked in her tight grip. Kimberly guided me toward the loft. She didn't peep into the bedrooms, bathrooms or any other room. She already knew her destination. In the loft area stood a large bookcase, a recliner and two leather ottomans, the perfect chill spot. Kimberly placed the brochures on the recliner, stepped between the ottomans and placed her hands on the wood rail that overlooked the living room. "All right," she said looking at her watch. "We have thirteen minutes." Thirteen minutes, I can work with that. I thought. I didn't waste time. Once I flipped up Kimberly's dress, slid my hands under her white lace thong and rubbed her creamy smooth ass, we commenced the real reason why we came to the house. I pulled her thong down her legs and onto the floor. I admired her thick pussy lips glistening with her moisture like the morning dew. Her flesh warmed my hands, as if anticipation singed her flesh. I unzipped my khaki shorts. Down to my ankles they went. "Damn," I said, tingles tickling my face. "We didn't even check to see if anybody is in here." "No time," Kimberly replied. No fear, no hesitation in her voice. Her on-the-edge-of-danger nerve turned me on. "We'll take our chances." The loft became the perfect lookout spot. I could see most of the living room and outside through a large window next to the front door. I surveyed our vicinity one last time before I lowered my hips and positioned myself behind her sweet ass. Heart thumps pounding me from within. "Hurry up, baby give me that big cock of yours," Kimberly whispered, pushing her firm butt against my hard pipe. I grinned. "Is this what you want?" The surround sound of jazz added a seductive melody to our risky business, setting the stage for a perfect "erotic dance." I spanked my dark cock against Kimberly's ass hard just like she liked. Then I maneuvered, and slid my cock inside her. The walls of her tight; juicy; hungry; naughty pussy. Oh shit, so fucking wet! With me swallowed up, her heat dented my watchdog composure. It made by head dizzy, eyelids slump and mouth drop into a crooked grin. I wasn't inside a beautiful house anymore. I was deep inside Kimberly, the only place I wanted to be. We grooved together, releasing sweet purrs like the sounds of the jazz player's trumpet. I buried my forehead in the nape of her neck, her thick wavy hair rubbing against my nose and lips. Moving strands of hair, I lapped my tongue along the lines between her shoulders, tasting her sweet essence. "Fuck!" she cried. "You feel so good! I can't believe we're doing this." My eyelids shot open. Kimberly forced me to concentrate on our illicit sexcapade. I twitched when I saw the chandelier, but maintained my firm stroke into her moist fleshy folds. I could tell Kimberly's eyes were still closed, obviously relying on me as lookout. I checked the window next to the front door. Didn't see anyone outside and couldn't hear anything but Kimberly's moans and jazz music. I knew that could change any second. My heart kicked into fourth gear. I started pumping faster. Kimberly's moans grew louder, my grunts deeper. She spread her legs into a wide upside-down "V" and nudged her ass further against my steady grind. She felt so damn good! Fuck! My panicky thrill had collided with the explosive sensation of my cock skinny-dipping inside her tight pussy. It spread my haywire hormones into an internal wildfire. "Yes, give me that dick! Fuck my cunt, Fuck it harder, harder, fuck it, baby!" Kimberly groaned out, lost in the rapture of our shared gyrations. I loved it. Sweat rained down my forehead into my eyes. I gritted my teeth, then dug my nails into Kimberly's wet ass cheeks. She snapped her head back against my shoulder, expelling a sharp cry. I snaked my hand under her dress, cupped her large tit, and then pinched her throbbing nipple. While circling deep inside her, I slowed my pace. Then pounded her pussy with hard stokes again. Her cries pierced the soft whine of a sax solo. Tingles raked through my back, my legs and even my toes. I yanked my arm from under her dress, and then wrapped my fingers around the rail next to her hand, my hard flesh so deep inside her quivering pussy. "Fuck!" I moaned. Again, I forgot where I was. Or, maybe I didn't care where I was. I began reaching my peak. A primal urge mushroomed in me. I couldn't restrain myself from yanking Kimberly's hair and pulverizing her juicy tunnel repeatedly. Our mutual cries bounded off the walls over the under-layer of jazz. Then I heard voices outside. I thought my heart would implode. We froze, and then gasped. I looked toward the window. Before I said a word, Kimberly whispered, "It's the sales reps". I swear the thunder rumbling inside me could've burst my rib cage. Both reps were walking toward the house but had stopped in front of the window to review a stack of papers the blonde woman held. All they had to do was turn to the glass, look up, and catch the last stages of our public porno. Heat rushed across my face. I swallowed hard and commenced stroking Kimberly's pussy even harder. We could see them, but they hadn't seen us...yet. Kimberly pushed back onto me. "I'm right there, God don't you dare stop!" Her body jerked, and then her pussy tightened around my cock almost sucking me back in. "Please! Fuck this pussy baby, I'm 'bout to... cum!" She reached behind me and gripped my ass pushing me deeper into her gyrating cunt... gasping... cursing... moaning. I looked out the window. Fuck! The reps started walking toward the door! I lost sight of them, but I didn't stop. Kimberly's tremendous explosions had seized control of her body. I cupped my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as spasms ripped through her. Her teeth bit my finger. I endured the pain. My stomach tightened, arms twitched, eyes shut. My head dropped between her shoulder blades, teeth clamping strands of Kimberly's strawberry scented hair. Heart booming... hips slipping and sliding... our faces pouring sweat. So fuckin' intense. My legs went limp. I lost balance momentarily, pushing my knees against the back of Kimberly's legs. The voices outside grew louder; I thought I heard footsteps. Couldn't stop, though. I was almost there. I gripped Kimberly's waist, then I exploded with the force of a volcano. A long-winded percussion of horns serenaded our primal finale. Voices were just outside; I could almost understand their conversation. For a moment, I didn't give a shit. Kimberly and I were riding earthquake tremors, but a tap on the door shook us. I opened my eyes, swiping away strands of Kimberly's hair that had stuck to my wet forehead. The front door opened but it shielded them from us. Frantic, Kimberly shoved me backward, slamming me against the bookcase. She stumbled, regained balance, and then bent to pick up her panties. My cock dripped gobs of cum on the bottom of Kimberly's dress and thigh as I struggled to pull my shorts up. I saw the pretty Asian sales rep emerge from behind the door, so I ducked, smacking my face against Kimberly's ass cheek. She slapped my arm, giggling. "Hello?" one of the women said. I think she heard the ruckus. "It's five minutes to six. We're about to close." We bent down low and back far enough where the reps couldn't see us. Then I heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. Kimberly rolled over onto her back while yanking up her panties. There was so much exhilaration in her pretty brown eyes. I stood, finally yanking up my boxer briefs and shorts, and then pulling Kimberly to her feet... just in time. I heard the rep at the top of the stairs, "Excuse me," she said. "We have to close up." "Oh... uh... okay," I said, zipping up my shorts, my back turned to her. Breathe, breathe! "Give us a se-second. We tripped on the ottoman." I didn't turn around. Kimberly stood in front of me, trying to tidy up as much as she could. She finger-combed strands of out-of-whack hair that had covered her eyes, stuck to her forehead, and the sides of her sexy face. Damn, we couldn't stop giggling. Just like teenagers. I realized how much I wanted to make the best of our time together since Kimberly would only be in town for a week. The Asian sales rep walked up to us. "Is everything okay?" she asked with concern in her voice. I grabbed Kimberly's hand and scrambled past the pretty rep. "Yes. We're fine." Kimberly banged her knee against an ottoman, and then stumbled into the recliner. I caught her before her face collided with the cushion. She exploded in laughter. When we reached the stairs, I turned, saw the sales rep lift her head, and noticed the puzzled look. I guess she was trying to figure out those sticky wet spots on the carpet. Before she could say a word, we raced down the stairs. The other rep was walking out of the living room when she saw us. "Hello," she said, "how did you like this model?" I opened the door. "Love it. We marked our territory here. Can't wait to come back!" A puzzled look came across the blonde woman's face, but she still maintained that customer service smile. Kimberly covered her mouth to keep from exploding. "That's...um... nice," the woman said. "Hope you come again soon." "Oh we will. I'm sure he will make me come again, real soon," Kimberly replied with a devilish grin on her face. She grabbed my arm and gave me that same devilish look. We darted to freedom, the hot sun almost sitting on us. The Atlanta heat outside couldn't compare to the inferno we'd created inside, though. Kimberly hotfooted a few feet in front of me. I looked down and noted a wet spot glistening on her left calf. I didn't say anything about it, just smiled. It was a naughty little memento for my eyes-only. We got in the car and then got the hell out of there. A few blocks later I pulled over and parked. I leaned the car seat back, my fingers tapping the steering wheel. We sat quietly, paging through our naughty thoughts, small grins on each of our faces. Kimberly grabbed a newspaper from the backseat. She flipped through several pages before she said, "Hey, that movie is still in theaters. The one with the really bad reviews." I grinned. "Yeah? What times?" "The last showing is ten-fifteen tonight." A minute or two passed. I turned to Kimberly, saw the corners of her red-glazed lips creep up. "So," I said, "I hear that movie is really, really bad." She chucked. "Yup. Only made a few million its first weekend." Kimberly stroked my knee as she threw the paper in the backseat. She had a naughty glint in her eyes; the same look she had given me moments after I suggested we go to The Hills at Pleasant Point for a little fun. "So that means the movie's so bad there won't be anyone in the theater, right?" She nodded. "That's right." Her hand crept up and squeezed my hardening cock. "We will be all alone in the theater." I watched her right hand disappear under her dress and her eyes close. "So, maybe after I feed you something...we will go to the movies tonight?" she said in a soft sexy tone. "Dinner and a movie, huh. Sounds like a plan," I said knowing we damn sure won't be seeing any movie tonight. Model House Oh my god, I thought as his kisses trailed down my neck to my collarbone. "okay you... that's enough for now," I say gently pushing him back. "We came here to look at the models remember?" I didn't give him a chance to answer before I opened the car door and got out.He gets out and begins to follow behind me. "Are you sure we can just walk in? I mean don't they lock these things?" he asks catching up with me. "They've always been open on weekends without an agent here," I reply "did you remember the camera?" "Yep, you know I wouldn't forget this, especially if there's a chance I can get some shots of you in that outfit." he replied slapping me on the ass as he passed me to get a shot of the front of the model. My boyfriend is studying to be a photographer and has been wanting to get me on camera in my super short black skirt and blue strapless top ever since I bought it. This would provide him the photo-op he wanted and me the pictures of a house to design around. These models are fully furnished and painted to show what you could do with them. We walk through the front door and directly into it's living room. It's very warm and comfortably decorated with a fireplace and overstuffed furniture. " Ooh, I could get used to this." he said pulling me against him and kissing me. I part my lips and kiss him back, feeling my entire body react. I run my fingers in his dark shoulder length hair and pull him deeper into the kiss. He breaks the kiss and adjusts himself a little. "Go lay on you stomach in front of the fireplace." I do as he says and he takes a few shots of me pretending to sleep and look at a fire. "Now arch your back and stick that sweet little ass of yours in the air." I look at him with my eyes widening. Doesn't he realize how short this skirt is? "Don't worry, the great part about about digital cameras are that no one else can see the shots that I don't want them to." He replied giving me that sexy smile and searing look that always makes me melt. I position myself in the pose he wants. He can always make me feel sexy and comfortable with myself even away from the camera. he takes a few more pictures that can only be called "ass-shots". We take a few more shots around the living room one, including me sitting on the couch spread eagle pretending to pleasure myself. He promised no one else would see that one, but that's not the only reason I did it. I was starting to get aroused and I wanted to give him a little hint of what I was feeling. "Now this is what I call a kitchen." I exclaim as We move into the kitchen with the open dining room. I was admiring the stainless steel appliances and the deep red walls. I loved this kitchen. It had french doors and the dining room had a big window. I bend over to inspect the dishwasher. CLICK. "Hey!" I exclaim, turning around." If I knew you were going to take a picture I would've posed for you." "I liked the shot the way it was, it was a perfect shot of your ass." he laughed. "But if you want to pose, why don't you get upon the counter?" I do as he says, kicking up my leg and bending it at the knee. "That's it, just like that" We do a few more shots, then he tells me to face him again. Instead of taking another picture he walks over to me and kisses me. I wrap my legs around him and pull his lean, muscular body closer against mine. I tangle my fingers into his slightly wavy hair again. He reaches his hand up and begins massaging my breast. I feel myself getting wet., I start kissing him even harder. He moves his lips down to my neck, biting gently. He pulls my tube top down and takes my hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting it until I moan out loud. I feel my body grow hot all over, my skin burning from his kisses and his touch. I think I'm going to explode when all of a sudden he stops completely. "Okay, sugar tits, your break is over" he says and walks out of the room. "What the hell!" I mumble to myself and I hop off the counter and jerk my shirt back up to its proper place. I really should have seen this coming. He loves teasing me like this every chance he gets; at the mall, at the movies, even at the grocery store! I stomp off in the direction he went to find out what he was planning now. To my surprise I found him, not in the master bedroom but, in the master bathroom. I was stunned speechless at the absolute luxury of it. The greatest thing about it was the jacuzzi bathtub and a separate shower stall. The stall was a walk-in with glass tiles that made up the walls. "Go get in the tub" he says as I turn my attention back to my boyfriend "Lean up on the side and face me" He tells me while setting up his camera for the next set of shots. "That's great, now pull your shirt down." "You've got to be kidding me!" I say, just a little shocked, wasn't he afraid someone would walk in and see me. "Don't worry your arms will cover you, plus I promise no one else will come in" I giggle and pull my shirt down , revealing my breasts for the second time today. Being in front of him half naked was really arousing me and I could tell it was turning him on too. He took what seemed like fifty more shot, mostly for his private collection, each one more risque than the first. We end up in the shower. It's big enough for two people. He's put the camera down and has me against the wall locked in a searing kiss. His body is pressed against mine, he's grinding his body on mine. "Wait, Wait. What if somebody walk's in?" I ask, pushing back a little. "Don't worry, baby, I took the liberty of locking the doors while you weren't paying attention." He says in a low voice with his super sexy smile. I pull him back to me and start kissing him again. He pulls my shirt down again and starts massaging my breasts again. I let out a breathy moan, I feel myself getting even wetter. He runs his thumb over my nipple, He doesn't stop there, he moves his mouth down and sucks on my other nipple. I let out another moan. I feel the heat building up in my core. I need him so much right now. I grab his hair and pull him back to a standing position. "Don't move" I whisper in his ear. I drop down and unbutton his pants with my teeth. I unzip them and pull out his completely hard cock. I lick from the base to his tip, looking up to stare at him as I do so. I run my tongue clockwise around his head before I take him completely in my mouth. I suck on his tip for a few seconds then I release suction and deep throat him. I pull back half way then go all the way down again. I grab his hips and pull his dick all the way out of my mouth. I flick my tongue on his tip some more, looking up at him one more time as I do so. I feel my entire body heat up from the stare he's giving me. I pull on his hips to guide him back into my mouth, this time gagging when it hits the back of my throat. I move my hand over to grip his shaft and begin stroking in rhythm to my sucking. I increase my speed, hitting my gag reflex a few more times, then pulling back and running my tongue around his head. I feel his body tense as I'm sucking, I want him to know how much I want him; I want him to fuck me; I want him to come in my mouth. I deep throat him one more time, sure I'm going to get him to come soon, when he stops me and raises me to my feet. "What's your hurry?" he whispers licking and biting my neck. "When we're done here we can go home and start again. Don't worry that pretty little ass of yours" He tweaks my nipple then he moves his lips down to my right breast and sucks it into his mouth. He pulls back, dragging his teeth, then flicks his tongue on the sensitive flesh caused by the friction. He continues moving south, planting kisses across my stomach, then moves up to bite and suck on my left nipple. He licks a trail up to my neck where he bites down and sucks until there is a deep red mark that will later turn purple. The next thing I know he is turning me around to press me against the tile glass. He grabs my hands and raises them above my head and instructs me to hold the top of the stall. Then he trails his fingers gently down my arms and down my sides, tracing my curves and sending shivers down my spine. "Now it's your turn to be still" I feel his kisses continue to work their way down from my shoulder. He puts his hands between my thighs and makes me spread my legs. His fingers slide up inside me, making me gasp. He thrusts his fingers in and out a few times before moving his hands back to rest on my hips. He instructs me to arch my back and then he angles his head to the right degree. The next thing I feel is his tongue on my clit. My grip tightens on the stall and I take in another gasp as his mouth engulfs me, his tongue ring moving in circles around my clit and down to my pussy. My breath quickens, my heart is pounding against my chest. I feel the fire building in my core, threatening to consume my entire body with each flick of his tongue. "Ooh my god baby!" I moan out. His fingers digging into my hips. I want to rock my hips to go in rhythm with his licking and nibbling, but I'm pressed too far against the cold glass. He increases his speed and pressure, his grip tightening on my hips as my orgasm builds. I don't want to come yet. I want to feel him eating my pussy longer. "Oh...baby stop...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." but I don't get to finish the sentence because that ball of heat that had been building inside of me has exploded and is rocking itself though my body. I'm not even through this orgasm when he spins me around. He presses me against the shower wall again, his hands gripping my ass. I lift my legs, wrap them around his waist and pull him closer. Just like that and he's inside of me. Wasting no time he begins thrusting, staring directly into my eyes as he does so. I feel another orgasm begin to build again. I wrap my arms tighter around him. I'm going to come again soon, and I want him to come with me this time. I dig my nails into his back through the shirt he's wearing. I couldn't even tell you what he's wearing. I bite down on his neck trying to hold the orgasm back until he is about to come, but it's building too fast. He starts thrusting harder, penetrating deeper into me. I think he's going to thrust us through the glass. "Oh yes...please...yes!" I moan out between breaths. His grip on my ass tightens to the point that I know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers.I can't hold back much longer, the orgasm beginning to seep over the edge, then I hear him start to moan; he's about to come too. "Yes Brandon...Brandon...Oh Brandon yes!" I all but scream out as the orgasm releases and pulses though my body again. At the same time I feel come and explode into me. I can't move, I can't think. All I can do is feel him rest himself against me, pressing my back harder against the glass, panting heavily for air. I try to control my breathing as we feel the aftershocks coarse themselves throughout our bodies. When I think I can walk again I untangle my arms and legs from him. He pushes himself back, pulling his cock out of me. We readjust our clothing and prepare to leave. When we get into the car he leans over and kisses me. It's a gentle, loving kiss. "Have I told you today how much I love you?" he asks, barely moving his lips away from mine. "You just showed me" I whisper, kissing him back. "Don't worry, when we get home I'm going to return the favor deeply" I say, pulling away from his lips and starting the car.