0 comments/ 110174 views/ 13 favorites The Real Estate Agent By: Tony King My wife Sarah was over the moon when she landed a job with the local Real Estate agent. All she had to do was go to the properties, make an inventory and report on the overall condition. What made it exciting was that the properties they dealt with were all in the multi million pound bracket belonging to pop stars, politicians and other very rich people. "My God, you want to see how some of these guys live," she enthused after returning from work one day. "This one guy has a bed the size of our lounge, and you want to see the pictures on the wall, talk about pure porn, it's all kinky sex, you know, one girl being had by three men, that sort of thing." "Turned you on did it?" I said running my hand up her skirt. "Hey, get off," she laughed pushing me away. "I'm going back there tomorrow to finish off, why don't you come with me. Maybe we can have a little fun." Now when Sarah says fun my ears pick up. She has the most perfect body a man could wish for. Tall, slim with long shapely legs and firm 36" tits with really prominent nipples. Her shoulder length auburn hair is matched only by her dark brown eyes and the most amazing ruby red pouting lips. She loves sex and although we've never involved any one else in our sex life she loves to watch porno movies and read sexy articles involving group sex. The next morning I watched with a growing hard on as she dressed for work. After a long hot shower she paraded round the room trying to decide what to wear. She started with a pair of black open crutch panty hose, the sort that leaves the pussy totally exposed but no visible panty line. Then she picked a half cup lacy black bra that just about covered her nipples. No panties I noticed. Then, a white silky blouse that showed just a hint of her black bra underneath and to top it of a two-piece business suit of jacket and skirt that started about four inches above the knee. When she stepped into her 4" heels she looked six feet tall and sex on legs. She sat at the dresser putting on her make up, black eye shadow and red lipstick; she looked absolutely fabulous. We arrived at the house and Sarah let us in. What a place, the hallway was bigger than our entire house and a sweeping marble staircase led to a balcony and the upstairs rooms. "What do you think?" "Wow," was all I could say. "It belongs to a Lord Duncan," she read from the sheet. "Isn't that the guy with the porn empire?" "Could be, you wait till you see his bedroom." She put on a real sexy walk and headed for the stairs. "Would Sir like to ravish me here or in the master bedroom?" She giggled. I grabbed her by the arse cheeks, pulled her towards me and planted a big kiss on her puckered lips. "Why not take your clothes off and I'll decide then." She walked up the first few steps, swinging her hips provocatively as she went. Tossing her jacket over the stair rail she seductively continued up the stairs. Halfway up she removed her skirt, letting it slide down her thighs, coming to rest on the floor. Stepping out of it she continued to swing her hips as she walked up the stairs to the first floor. She stopped at the top, and turning to face me she undid the blouse and let it fall to the floor before scooping both luscious tits from the confines of her bra, leaving them hanging over the top, the nipples getting hard. Her high heels click clacked on the marble floor as she made her way to the master bedroom. Now I was only a few feet behind her, watching her panty covered arse gently swinging from side to side. "See anything you like?" she said striking a sexy pose in the doorway to the master bedroom. "Perhaps this might be of interest." She opened her legs and slowly rubbed her hand over her shaven pussy. I rushed towards her. "Whoa, not so fast tiger." She kept me at arms length as she entered the room and sauntered over to the vast bed. Climbing on I was presented with a marvellous view of her arse with her ample tits dangling below her. She looked at me over her shoulder, her long hair half covering her lovely face. "Hmmm, this is nice and big," she cooed, "just the way I like it." I looked round the room, three walls were covered in paintings depicting women being abused by men or fucking with animals, the forth was dominated by a series of floor to ceiling mirrors, even the ceiling itself was one huge mirror. This Lord Duncan had a kinky taste in art. She rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed and slowly opened her long legs. Again, she rubbed a hand over her pussy mound, only this time she kept it there, gently sliding it back and forth while running the tip of her tongue seductively over her upper lip. She was watching my face as she slowly inserted her fingers between her pussy lips and gently rubbed her clit. After a few minutes the hand movements speeded up and her hips started to move. She closed her eyes tight as her pussy flooded her fingers. "God that felt sooooooo good," she purred bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them one by one. I leant over and kissed her full on the mouth, she responded by throwing her arms around my neck. "I want you to fuck me really hard." I didn't need asking twice and within seconds had shed my clothes and joined her on the bed. No sooner had I lain down than she was on me, her hand and mouth wrapped round my erection. As she knelt beside me sucking my cock, I ran a hand along her legs, enjoying the feel of the silky panty hose. Eventually I reached her pussy; boy was she wet. I played with the lips, careful not to touch her clit. Then I inserted a finger deep into her hole. This brought a prolonged, "hmmmmmmmmm," from her lips that vibrated along my shaft. I started to rub her clit harder causing immense shudders to run through her body. "Eat my pussy," she said laying back and opening her legs. I kissed her mouth and slowly worked my way down, stopping at her nipples and then down across her flat stomach to her smooth pussy. As soon as my tongue touched her clit she jumped as thought a bolt of electricity had shot through her. "Oh yes, you're the best cunt licker in the whole world." Sarah was prone to getting extremely verbal when having sex, a result I think of watching too many porn movies. "That's it baby, eat my clitty, oh yeah, just there, that's it, a little harder." I loved to hear her talk dirty and would encourage her to go further. "Tell me what you are?" I said between mouthfuls." "Oh you know what I am, I'm your lovely little slut." My tongue went into overdrive, spurred on by the fact my cock was ready to explode and wanted his turn between these lovely legs. "Yesssss, that's it baby, lick your sluts tight cunt, oh yes, that's it, don't stop." Her hips rose up to meet me as her orgasm tore through her and her soft silky legs clung to my head as the ripples of pleasure ran through her body. She pulled me up to her mouth and gave me a long sensuous kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, cleaning her juices from my lips and chin as she went. "Now fuck me!" She said, her big brown lust filled eyes staring into me. I climbed between her legs and lifted them over my arms. Looking down between our bodies I could see her cunt open and glistening, just begging for some cock. I guided my cock to the target and slowly inched forward. "Oh yessssss, that feels so good, c'mon baby, fuck your little slut the way she likes it." I looked into her eyes and rammed forward real hard, burying my cock to the hilt. Then I pulled it out and did it again. I started to fuck her like a jack hammer all the time staring into those big brown fuck me eyes. "It this how you like it you little slut?" "Yes, oh yes, fuck me harder, deeper." Harder yes, but deeper, I only had seven inches and I was using the lot. Time to let her do the work. Holding onto to each other I rolled on my back, flipping her on top. She sat up straight, taking my cock to the hilt. "Play with my tits," she cooed, her hair hanging sexily over her face. I reached up and started to squeeze both tits, enjoying the soft fleshy mounds in my hands. I ran my palms across her sensitive nipples causing them to swell even bigger. All the time she was riding my cock, getting faster and faster as her orgasm approached. I started to pull and tweak her nipples. "That's it, pull the fuckers, oh yes, pull my nipples, harder." I often wondered just how much punishment she could take, it seemed the harder I pulled at them the more she enjoyed it even though it must be hurting her. She was riding me like mad now and her cunt juices were running down my shaft and across my balls. I was worried that we would stain the bed but it was too late to stop her. "That's it, oh yesssss, I'm coming." She slammed her pussy down on my cock as her body shock. I mashed her tits together and pushed my cock as deep as I could into her sodden cunt. "Jesus, that was good," she said coming back to reality. "I think you'd better get off quick before we ruin the bed." She jumped off but it was too late, a large pool of pussy juice had collected on the cover. She tried to clear it up using tissues while I stood there, my hard cock pointing outwards. "Oh sweety, you haven't cum yet," she said, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I can soon take care of that." She dropped to her knees and took my juice covered cock into her mouth. "Hmmmmm," she said licking her own cum of my shaft. "You really are a sluttly little bitch aren't you?" I said. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and took my entire length into her mouth and throat. This girl really knew how to suck cock and within minutes I was shooting my load. The first spurt went straight down her throat, then, she pulled my cock free and rested the head on her lower lip. The next two jets landed on her tongue and the last one covered her face. She poked her cum filled tongue out at me before swilling the spunk round her mouth and swallowing. Then she carefully wiped the spunk from her face onto a finger before licking that clean. Then with a big smile, she stood up and gave me a full French kiss, allowing me to taste the mixture of my own cum and her pussy juice. It was delicious. "Well, that was a good show, don't you think so Chambers?" We both froze. Looking over her shoulder I saw two elderly men standing in front of an open mirror. "Who the hell are you?" I asked angrily. "More to the point old chap, who are you? This is my house and I don't take lightly to intruders." "B-b-but I thought the house was empty, the agency said it was empty," Sarah spluttered, keeping her body pressed tight to mine. "Ah yes, of course, the agency. Tell me young lady, does the agency know what you get up to in other peoples houses?" The other man, Chambers, was holding Sarah's skirt, jacket and blouse in his hands. "May I have my clothes please?" Sarah asked. "Oh I don't know, I rather prefer you as you are, what about you Chambers?" "Yes my Lord, I think she looks very charming." "There you go you see, Chambers and I think you look better as you are. Now you two wait there why Chambers calls the police." "Police, what for?" I asked. "Why my dear chap, you enter my house, have sex with, I must say, a very beautiful lady and ruin a very expensive bed cover. What else do you expect me to do?" "Please Sir, I'm very sorry, please don't call the police, we didn't mean any harm and I'll get the cover cleaned, I promise." "I'm sorry my dear, but I fear it's too late for sorry." "Please, look I'll do anything just please don't call the police, I can't afford to lose my job." "Well now, a beautiful young lady like you offering to do anything for an old man like me, I don't know my dear, do you really mean anything?" Sarah caught on fast. She stepped away from me and standing with her hands on her hips stared at the old boy. "Anything." "CHAMBERS!" Lord Duncan shouted. The man-servant re-appeared. "Forget the police, I believe we have come to a compromise. Assuming of course your young man friend here doesn't object." "He's my husband and no, he doesn't object, do you dear." Like many men, I'd often fantasised about watching my lovely young wife being fucked by an older man, but now it was about to become a reality, my heart was in my mouth. "Sarah, you don't have to." She kissed me gently on the lips. "It's OK, really, besides," she whispered, "he won't last long." She walked over to Lord Duncan and stood directly in front of him. "What would you like me to do?" The old boy ran his hands over her tits, paying special attention to her nipples. "Well now, from what I saw from our two way mirror I'd say you rather like this, don't you." He was squeezing her nipples harder now and stretching them as though they were elastic. Sarah's face was a picture of both pain and lust as the old man continued to abuse her tits. "Chambers, see if the young ladies getting wet, there's a good chap." Chambers ran his hand up Sarah's legs, obviously enjoying the feel of the silky panty hose. On reaching her pussy, he easily inserted two fingers into her very wet hole. "I'd say very wet Sir." "You know, Chambers and I have been watching you ever since you entered the bedroom and I must say my dear you are a truly beautiful and gifted young lady. Why not show me what you can do with those gorgeous lips." Sarah knelt before him and undid his trousers, pulling both them and his underpants down to his knees. His old cock sprung out and I was pleased to see it was shorter than mine. Sarah started to suck it as the old boy stood there with a huge smile on his face. "My. She is very good, isn't she," he said turning to me. Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself and was really going to town on the old boys cock. Holding her head steady he started to fuck her mouth. "That's right my dear, oh yes, oh yesssss!" He was filling her mouth with his milky fluid and she was drinking every drop. When she'd finished she licked his old cock from top to bottom before standing up with a big satisfied grin on her face. "There, did you enjoy that?" she asked him. "Oh yes my dear, that was first class." "Good, then can I have my clothes back now?" "Not so fast my dear, what about poor old Chambers here, we can't leave him out." "What, you want me to suck him too?" "Good lord no, I'd like to watch you fuck him." Sarah looked a little taken aback. It was one thing sucking some old boys cock, but Chambers was at least sixty something and she didn't look to keen on the idea of fucking him. "Seems to me you don't really have much choice my dear but I'm sure you'll enjoy it, Chambers here is, how would you say it, a very accomplished lover? Now, back on the bed that's a good girl." Sarah climbed on the bed and lay on her back, boy did she look sexy. Her tits were still hanging over the top of her bra and her pussy was red and puffy from the fucking I'd given her. Chambers stood by the bed and started to undress. For his age he looked extremely lean and fit. Sarah looked at me rather than him and was making OK signs to me when Chambers removed his underwear. My jaw must have hit the floor. His cock was fucking enormous. It was completely flaccid but the dam thing still reached to just above his knees. Seeing the look on my face, Sarah turned to face him. Her mouth fell open and she just stared. "He's a big boy isn't he," chuckled Lord Duncan. "Old Chambers here was a porn star in his younger days, you may have seen him, he's been in loads of movies, haven't you old boy?" Chambers climbed onto the bed, his huge cock swinging about with a mind of it's own. He dangled it over Sarah's face, allowing it to slap into her cheeks and nose. It started to stiffen. "In her mouth old man, in her mouth." Chambers did as ordered and steered his cock towards Sarah's mouth. She automatically opened it and took about three inches straight in. As his cock grew erect, Sarah had trouble accommodating the huge girth and settled for using her tongue, running it up and down the shaft and round the bulbous head. Eventually Chambers prick was rock hard and now stood upright reaching towards his chest. "Don't worry my dear, you'll soon get used to it, they all did." Chambers climbed between Sarah's outstretched legs and rubbed the knob of his huge prick up and down her slit. We could hear the slurping noises. Sarah propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch as the large cock opened her up and started to slid in. Chambers was being extremely careful and doing his utmost not to hurt her. As the first five inches disappeared, Sarah lay back and closed her eyes. "My God he's so big." "That's what they all used to say but don't worry my dear, once your used to it you'll love it, trust me." We both stood and watched as Chambers slowly inched his monster up my wife's tight cunt, taking his time and making sure to keep it well lubricated. Sarah was doing her bit by having mini orgasms every now and then, coating his prick with pussy juice. Slowly but surely it went in until with her legs wrapped round his backside, he was completely home. Now he started in earnest. Long slow strokes followed by a few minutes of frenzied fucking had Sarah screaming for more. "Fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard." He did, and she came again and again. He certainly had staying power. "Hang on old chap, lets put her on all fours, give us all something to play with." There was a loud squelch as Chambers pulled out and for a minute Sarah complained. She soon stopped when she realised what was going on and kneeling on the bed she wiggled her beautiful round arse in his direction just begging him to shove it back up her. Holding her hips he did just that, only this time he shoved it straight in. Holding on tight to steady himself, the old boy fucked her real hard, making her cum time and time again. "Give her something to suck on." Lord Duncan said to me. I stood by her head and she immediately took my entire length into her mouth and sucked greedily on my cock. Lord Duncan grabbed her nipples and started to roughly stretch them, letting them go to twang back into her soft titty flesh. My cock felt like it was in a vacuum cleaner. With her tongue running round the head and the sight of the two old boys abusing her body I just couldn't hold back. It was the strongest orgasm I've ever had as spurt after spurt entered her throat. She continued to suck until the feeling was so intense I thought I would die. Chambers was grunting as he too filled my wife's lovely cunt with his seed, holding her hips as he held himself in deep. When he finished, Sarah fell forward onto the bed, spunk running from her hole onto the cover, marking it a second time. "Bravo, good show old boy," Lord Duncan said slapping Chambers on the back. "Just like the old days eh? I think she enjoyed that, don't you?" he said, running his hand across Sarah's voluptuous backside. "Bathrooms through there, oh, and don't worry about the bed spread, looks like Chambers has made a mess too." I led Sarah to the bathroom and helped her clean up as we both got dressed. She was very quiet. "Are you all right?" I asked. "You still love me don't you?" She replied, her big brown eyes full of tears. "Love you, sweetheart, of course I do." I wrapped her trembling body in my arms, feeling the heat from her tits as they crushed into my chest. "And you don't mind that I just fucked and sucked two old men?" "That last one was some old man, I've never seen a prick that big before, anyway, you sure seemed to enjoy it." I put my hand up her skirt and felt her wet pussy. As I brushed my fingers over her clit she trembled as yet another small orgasm hit her. "You really did enjoy it, didn't you? Would you like some more of Chambers cock?" I asked. She looked straight at me. "Do you want me to?" she replied. "Only if I can watched and join in." "Good, then lets go make a stain on the carpet!" The Real Estate Agent A few months ago I was fortunate enough to come into a little money. Actually, it was quite a sum. My divorce had been settled, all payments to my ex-wife were finalised and my lawyer informed me that there was little she could do to get her hands on any of the new cash. It was all mine! Many ideas went through my head and, to be quite honest, it was nearly as much fun planning what I was going to do with the loot as it was actually spending it. Perhaps a nice flashy sports car or a luxury vacation? It took me nearly four weeks before I had decided but, in the end, boring sensibility and good advice got the better of me: Put the money into bricks and mortar – buy a house of your own! So, now it was my dubious pleasure to have to deal with more blood-sucking lawyers and encounter a whole new breed of leech-like animal: The real estate agent. I already had many criteria fixed in my head. I was young (ish), free and once again single. I would entertain and fill the house with as many sexy young women as humanly possible. I needed at least two good-sized bedrooms, I reckoned, a well equipped kitchen, bathroom with a Jacuzzi and a garden with a barbeque area. On the whole, most of the agents didn’t listen to a word I said and insisted on showering me with details of small apartments and houses no better than I was currently living in. There was just one agent who seemed to understand what I wanted. Coral Black was tall, blonde and very, very sexy and, if she ever decided to quit her life as a real estate agent, I reckoned she had a great future in modelling. But whilst all the other agents were calling me on a daily basis with their inane suggestions, I wouldn’t hear from Coral for days – sometimes weeks. “Are you still selling houses?” I joked as, frustrated by her lack of contact, I decided to call her. “I know what you want, Martin,” she replied in a usual business-like fashion, “I’m just waiting for the right property. Have patience. Trust me, it will be worth it.” What would be worth it, I thought as I hung up the ‘phone, would be a night alone with the naked Coral. THAT would be worth it! It was another week before I heard from Coral Black again. I had just put down the ‘phone after yet another unsuccessful call with one of the other agents when it rang again. Thinking it was probably the same airhead with another lame sales pitch, I answered curtly. “Yes? What is it now?” “Martin?” Although I had not spoken to her in several days, I recognised her voice immediately. “Sorry, Coral. I thought you were somebody else.” I was unused to her calling me and I hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Do you have any news for me?” “Actually, Martin, I do.” Coral was all business now and went on to describe the house she had found for me. There was no hard-sell; no technique. It was almost a statement of fact: She had found exactly what I was looking for. “And there are two added bonuses.” She continued. “It has a lovely indoor swimming pool and it’s in a good neighbourhood. Actually, my husband and I live in the next street!” The excitement of thinking that I might soon be the owner of a house with it’s own private pool was only a little overshadowed by Coral’s disappointing revelation that she was married. But of course she was married, I admonished myself. Why wouldn’t she be? The house was every bit as good as Coral had said it would be. I’d met her the same evening so that she could show me around. It was perfect for me. All the furniture was to remain and the price was within my range. “I’ll take it,” I said, “on one condition.” “Oh yes?” Coral replied with a half smile. “And what’s that?” “That you, er, and your husband of course, come round for drinks the first day I move in!” “It’s a deal!” Coral said. “We’ll be happy to.” As always, these things take longer than one ever expects. Searches and registrations by the lawyers seemed to take forever and it was another six weeks before Coral was able to hand over the keys to me – the new proud owner of my very own house. “What time tonight?” She said as she turned to leave me to unpack. I had almost forgotten about my hastily extended invitation. “Sorry, what?” “What time would you like David and I to come over tonight? You invited us for drinks, remember?” I didn’t care that I probably wouldn’t be unpacked for about ten years. The thought of seeing the lovely Coral again so soon – even if she was accompanied by her husband – was too much for a man like me to dismiss. “Eight sound okay?” My sexy estate agent smiled and nodded. “Guess we better bring swim-suits as well. The pool looks great, Martin!” Actually, Coral’s husband David and I got on very well and eight-thirty that evening found the three of us sitting in comfortable chairs out on the terrace and sipping a nicely chilled white wine. The last of the sun had disappeared behind a fiery horizon and a cool breeze was picking up. I watched as Coral pulled her jacket around her shoulders and shivered slightly. She looked amazing. A simple red summer dress that fell to just above her knees showed off her trim and lithe figure to perfection. Her tanned legs were long and tapered and her ample chest – the subject matter of more than a few fantasies for me – swelled delightfully every time she took a breath. The thought of this young woman in a bikini was doing terrible things to me! “Er, didn’t you say something about wanting a swim in the pool?” I asked hesitantly. I was sure that Coral had just been joking about the swimsuit. I didn’t really expect an affirmative answer. “I thought you’d never ask!” She cried, surprising and delighting me at the same time. “Is it okay to go through now, Martin?” I nodded and smiled silently. I really wanted to see her in her swimsuit – could it possibly be a bikini? – But I had to remember the presence of her husband, David. Apart from anything he seemed more interested in finishing his drink than going into the poolroom. “We’ll join you in a minute, honey.” David called after his wife as she disappeared inside. So I was stuck watching Coral’s husband sip his wine agonizingly slowly. What else could I do? We chatted aimlessly as I watched the liquid in his glass slowly diminish. It must have been a good ten minutes or more before he finally drained his glass and stood up. “Suppose we better go see what Coral’s up to then!” He said. Coral had already switched a few of the lights on in the poolroom by the time we got there and I was struck at how the light glimmered off the rippling water. But that sight was quickly overshadowed by the glorious vision of Coral as she swam up and down. She seemed to glide effortlessly through the water and, yes, thank you God, she was wearing a bright yellow and pink bikini!” David and I flopped down into deck chairs. There were a few overflowing packing cases jotted about and Coral’s husband glanced idly into one near him. “Hey, that a pretty cool digital camera!” He said nodding his head approvingly. “I’ve not used it much,” I replied, trying desperately to answer him without letting my eyes turn away from Coral, “I’m not very good with the technical stuff.” The air in the poolroom was hot and humid and I was reminded of how much wine we’d drunk. I was already feeling a little inebriated and, from the way that David’s words were slurred, I guessed he was feeling much the same. He still had my unused camera in his hands and was turning it over in his fingers admiring the features. “Mind if I take a shot?” He asked. “Go ahead. Maybe you can get it to work!” Coral was just ascending the pool steps. The water dripped from her gorgeous body and the bikini clung to her like a second skin. I was going insane with lust. “Hey! What was that?” She said as the camera flashed and whirred. “Come on, honey,” David replied, “you know you like your picture taken. She could be a model, don’t you think Martin?” I nodded, hardly daring to tear my eyes away from the vision in front of me. “But dressed like this?” Coral complained jokingly. “Oh, David. You’re such a pervert sometimes!” David laughed and clicked off another couple of photographs as his wife turned and walked towards us holding her hand out for the camera. “Come on. Let me have it!” “Come and get it then!” David laughed jumping up from the deck chair and dancing around Coral. He persisted in clicking off more and more shots as his wife stood patiently with her hands on her hips. “You want a picture?” She asked, suddenly grinning wickedly. “How about this then!” I gasped as Coral quickly pulled down one of the cups of her bikini top and exposed one large breast. It was only revealed for a second but it was enough for her husband to click off a quick shot. “Oh David! I can’t believe you took that picture!” I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. The vision of womanly flesh had disappeared as quickly as it had been revealed and I was left wondering if maybe it had just been a figment of my over-indulged imagination. But David was dancing drunkenly around and waving the evidence. I hadn’t imagined it. Coral had flashed herself. Eventually, David relented and the three of us crowded around the small screen on the camera to look at the picture. “Oh, I can’t believe I did that!” Coral laughed. “I can’t believe how stiff your nipple is!” David replied. “Look.” I looked at the picture. I had been looking all along, but now I was being given permission. Coral looked too. “My nipples always get hard when I’m feeling sexy. You know that, David.” “Yeah! And now Martin knows it too!” David chuckled. Was I hearing correctly? Had Coral just said that she was feeling sexy? Aroused? Excited? “How about a few more poses then, honey?” David asked. He sounded like he was enjoying this as much as I was. Coral giggled. “You dirty old man!” she laughed. “So you want to photograph my tits do you? Well, I think we can do better than that!” I stood speechless as my fantasy vision slipped the top of her bikini off and then peeled down the wet panties. I firmly believed that I was dreaming now, as she stood completely naked before us. Her breasts were large but still wonderfully firm and the pink nipples stood hard and erect from their aureoles. My eyes followed a line down her body, convinced that I would wake up at any moment. Her stomach was tight and flat and a silver stud through her navel glistened as a droplet of water meandered over it. The mound of her pussy was clean-shaven, the labia puffy and swollen and her long, slender legs tapered down to pretty feet with silver nail polish. While I had been taking in this vision of loveliness, David had been clicking away with the camera. Coral turned this way and that, twisting her body to provide the best pose or position. “One more shot left.” David suddenly exclaimed. Make it a special one baby, okay?” “Oh yes! A special one!” Coral repeated breathlessly. “How about this?” Without a word, David’s sexy and excited young wife dropped to the floor. She sat in front of us both. While her husband focused the camera she slowly spread her long, long legs. Her fingers went to her pussy and with an audible moan she pulled her labia wide open and began masturbating in front of us. God, she really is horny!” David cried as he clicked off the final shot. “I think she’s going to get herself off!” I watched mesmerised as Coral’s finger rubbed furiously back and forth over her visibly swollen clit. Her breathing was coming in short, ragged gasps now and her ass was lifting up and down from the tiles of the deck. “There should be another memory card for the camera in that box.” I gasped suddenly finding my voice. “You got to keep taking pictures!” David rummaged again and with a cry of discovery held up the second card. The card was in the camera in a second and David just managed to get off another shot as his wife’s body shook into a massive climax. “I want more!” Coral moaned as she writhed about on the wet tiles. “Someone please eat me out!” David and I looked at each other. “After you, buddy!” he laughed and pointed at the obvious bulge in my shorts. “She got a sweet tasting pussy, man and you look about ready to burst!” I didn’t need to be asked twice and, quickly stripping off my shorts and shirt I dived between Coral’s slender thighs. My tongue was inside her pussy and swirling around her clit in a second. David was right; his wife had a beautiful tasting vagina and I greedily drank down her oozing sex fluid as she continued to tremble through a series of multiple orgasms. Her whole body was shaking and I could feel her hands on the back of my head crushing my willing lips to her most sensitive area. I could see David standing above us. His shorts were around his ankles and he was stroking an impressive erection as he photographed his wife having oral sex with another man. “Are you still cumming, baby?” He asked in a series of grunts as he continued to jerk his cock. “Oh yes! I’m cumming. This guy has a great tongue!” Slowly, I could feel Coral coming down from the waves of climax that had washed over her body. Her legs and feet twitched a little less now and she was beginning to get her breath back. David had put down the camera for a moment and was sitting next to her as she sat up. All three of us were as naked as the day we were born. “You want me to suck you off, baby?” Coral purred as she rolled over and climbed up onto her hands and knees. David smiled. His cock was hard as a rock and protruding proudly from his body. “What do you think?” He said. I watched, feeling a little like a spare part, as Coral crawled in between her husbands’ thighs and took the head of his cock between her painted lips. David groaned deeply and closed his eyes for a second, clearly revelling in the wonderful sensations. When, a few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, he was staring straight at me. “Seems silly to just sit there, Martin,” he said calmly. “Coral just loves a cock in her ass. You think you could help her with that?” Coral seemed completely pre-occupied with sucking on her husbands’ penis and hardly seemed to notice as I swirled my fingers around inside her pussy to lubricated them. She did notice, however, when I slipped the tip of one wet digit inside the puckered hole of her tight anus. “Oh yeah, honey!” She cried excitedly as she arose from David’s cock for a moment. “In my ass. Fuck my ass, baby!” Once I was sure that her back passage was well enough lubricated, I squatted over her hips and guided the head of my painfully throbbing tool into the small hole. She was lovely and tight and I sighed deeply as I felt the glorious friction that accompanies anal sex as I pushed deeper inside her. Coral seemed to suffer no discomfort whatsoever as I began to ease my cock slowly in and out of her asshole. Her sounds of rapture were muffled as David’s cock glided in and out of her mouth and I could tell that he probably wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He was looking at me and smiling; smiling at a man who was at that moment ramming his cock deep into his wife’s sweet ass. It was almost surreal. “Nice and tight?” David breathed. “Shit, yeah, man.” I replied. “She seems to love a good butt-fucking!” “Just wait until she starts squeezing you. You’ll love it!” As if on cue I felt my cock being gripped vice-like as Coral clenched her internal muscles. A long moan of ecstasy escaped my lips. “I want all of your cum!” Coral cried suddenly. David’s cock was out of her mouth and swung menacingly in front of her face. “Both of you! Cum for me now!” I could feel her body relaxing it’s grip on me and falling forward. My cock was sliding out of her ass and I could feel the warm air of the poolroom playing over my balls. Coral sat between her husband and myself and spread her legs again. Her fingers danced inside her vagina, opening herself wide so that we could both see the juices that seeped from her slit. We stood above her. Both of our cocks were hard and swollen and we each rubbed our cock-heads over her face and hair, masturbating and cupping our balls. “Ready?” David suddenly asked. I wasn’t sure if he were addressing his spread-legged wife or me. I answered anyway. “I’m going to cum!” I groaned. The surge of semen was almost simultaneous. Two cocks erupted thickly and two hands jerked as the cum flew. I looked down at Coral and saw her greedy mouth open wide as she swallowed as much of our emission as she could. But there was an awful lot of it! David placed one hand on the back of her head and tilted her backwards so that her cum-streaked face beamed up at us. Her mouth was awash. Her hair was matted and rivers of sticky male fluid trickled down over her upturned breasts and stiffened nipples. As we all eventually managed to regain our composure, David spoke quietly. “That was good, Martin. One of the best.” I was confused for a moment. Flattered but confused. David saw my bewildered look and continued. “You’re the fourth this month, Martin.” He said. “But definitely the best. The last house that Coral sold was to a middle aged couple. She seduced the husband – obviously – but we were hoping that his wife would join in as well. She didn’t; and the stupid woman caused a huge scene. Before them was a young single guy – like yourself – but he managed to cum before we had even really got started. Most disappointing and it left poor Coral with a desperate need for cock. I had to take her to a bar and touch her up under the table! She got so horny that she went out into the alley behind the bar and fucked the first guy that came along! A real knee-trembler!” I was still speechless. Standing there with my limp cock hanging down I felt faintly ridiculous. “Don’t worry, Martin,” Coral picked up where her husband had left off, “as David said, you were one of the best. Don’t forget. If you ever want to buy another house, I’ll be more than happy to help you!” So that was it. David and his lovely wife departed abruptly and left me with nothing but the memory of a fantastic evening. I looked around my lovely house and wondered if it was worth selling just to see the two of them again. Perhaps I wouldn’t bother unpacking just yet, I thought! The End The Real Estate Agent Author's note: This is a true story I posted on another site, but I think it would be a good addition to here. Enjoy! One Saturday morning when I was in my early 20's, I headed out to the local adult bookstore. They had a wonderful video arcade, lots of glory holes and lots of guys constantly. The place seldom had less than 8 or 9 guys, and I turn into a cock-hungry whore every time I went there. After sampling the meat available for a bit, I went back to the front counter to buy more tokens. On my way back in, my eyes didn't adjust fast enough from the brightly lit store to the dark arcade, and I bumped into someone. My eyes adjusted as I apologized, and I sized him up. I sort of stood by the door to see if he was following me, and sure enough he was. He didn't go into the next booth like I thought he would. Instead, he followed me into mine. I dropped a couple of tokens and he followed suit and dropped a few more. I sat down on the bench in the booth, which put my face right at his crotch level. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled that "sizable" lump out. It was nice...6 or 7 inches and a big head. I took him in my mouth quickly. He didn't waste any time, pumping his cock into my mouth to match my cock sucking. The guy wanted to get off quickly, and I was happy to oblige. He fucked and I sucked, and pretty soon his cum erupted out of his cock and down my throat. When I'm turned on, I can't get enough. Even though his cock was shrinking, I kept swallowing and sucking him, working my mouth up and down his shaft. He let me keep going for a minute, then pulled his cock out of my mouth. He pointed to the glory hole, which had another cock sticking through it, and told me that I had another customer. I thought he would leave the booth, but he sat down on the bench while I dropped to my knees in front of the glory hole. While I serviced the new cock, he rubbed my neck and shoulders and kept telling me things like "Yeah, suck that cock...take him deep...lick his cockhead." I was getting even more turned on by both the directions and we having an audience, and my mouth worked over the strange cock with gusto. In a few minutes, I was rewarded by another mouthful of cum. He stroked himself while I swallowed it all, and I gladly did. After the new cock pulled back out of the glory hole, he told me that he was a real estate agent and had to show a house to a friend. He said the friend and him played on occasion, and asked me if I would be interested in joining them. I was in heat, and "no" wasn't in my vocabulary. He helped me to my feet, and we walked out of the video store. I followed him to a really nice house in the woods, next to a river. Another car was there, and we pulled in behind it. Another man, maybe late 20's, was waiting by the door. He looked at me with a bit of surprise until the real estate agent said that I had come along for the party. He unlocked and opened the door, then we walked in. It was a really nice house, but empty. After the door was closed, he and his friend started to undress. Both of them had fairly nice bodies. The real estate agent was heavyset, but there were muscles that his clothes hid. The other man wasn't buff, but you could tell he worked out. His hair was very short, and when I asked him about it he said he was in the Air Force. The real estate guy started acting like a director in a porn movie. He told the Air Force guy to kneel down, and me to get down on my hands and knees. In that position, the Air Force guy's cock was right in my face, and I wasted no time getting it into my mouth. The real estate guy stood next to us, gave us directions while stroking his own cock. He had me suck for a while, then told me to lick the Air Force guy's balls, then go back and take his cock in my mouth again. I'd hear "deeper", and take the cock in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat, then he'd say "work his cockhead" and I'd pull back so that just the head was between my lips. The Air Force guy was ready to burst and I was ready to make him cum, but the real estate agent asked me if I wanted it in my ass. I reluctantly let the cock in my mouth slide out, then scooted around to present my ass to the cock I'd been worshipping. The Air Force guy didn't waste any time lining his cock up against my asshole. His cock was really wet from my mouth, and it slowly slid into me. I moaned (yes, I'm a loud fuck) and started pumping my ass back onto his cock. He grabbed my hips tighter and picked up the pace. He kept fucking my ass faster and faster, and I knew he was close. The real estate agent told us to stop, and for the Air Force guy to lie on his back. We both reluctantly repositioned ourselves, and I lined his cock back up with my asshole, and slammed myself onto him. I like riding cock; usually the guy I'm riding has his hands free to play with my nipples (which I like, a lot), and I get to set the tempo. I started a quick, steady grinding onto his cock, and I could see in his eyes that he was very, very close. I looked up at the real estate agent standing over us, and he was really stroking his cock fast. Just then, the Air Force guy grabbed my hips and started pounding his cock up into my ass. I couldn't feel him cum, but I could tell he was spurting inside me. Then as my ass was getting filled with cum, the real estate agent grabbed my head and shoved his already-spurting cock into my mouth. His first spurt caught me across my nose and check, but the rest went into my mouth and down my throat. I was getting creamed at both ends at the same time, and loving every second of it. Eventually, both of them subsided. The real estate agent pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat down, weak kneed, on the floor next to us. I worked my ass on the Air Force guy's cock until it shrank, softened, and popped out of my asshole accompanied by a flood of cum. I rolled off him, lay on the floor next to him, and caught my breath. The unfortunate part was that I had cum on my face, my lips, and squishing out of my ass to coat my ass cheeks -- and the water had been turned off in the house. We got dressed, cleaning up as best we could. On the way out, the real estate agent told me that he was married, and the only place he could play was at the houses he was selling. He dealt with higher-end houses, and over the next few months, I saw the inside of quite a few of them. The Real Estate Agent This is the second installment in my series of Sultry SoCal Stories -- stories of encounters inspired by events that have taken place over the years I've lived in SoCal and traveled around the country. Some of these may have happened as described, others may have happened somewhat differently from how I narrate them, and others took place only in my vivid imagination. When an actual encounter is the subject of a story, some details may have been changed either to protect the innocent, or to make the story more interesting. Nonetheless, I hope they are all enjoyable to the reader. --------------------- Other than sex (the obsession with which takes up an undue amount of my time), my three passions are cooking, writing and investing in real estate. Through the years I have bought many more houses than I have sold, which means that I now own quite of lot of rental properties. A few of these I've lived in myself, though the majority of them have been acquired solely as income property. Given this interest of mine, the most recent depression in the economy served me quite well; I could buy homes in decent areas at rock bottom prices, finance them with mortgages that had rock bottom interest rates, and still rent them out for a decent chunk of change as the SoCal rental market remained strong. Most of these houses I bought without the aid of a real estate agent; however when, at the very bottom of the recession I started taking an interest in foreclosure properties and REOs, I realized I'd be well served to have a professional at my side. Not only is the offer and purchase process different, the seller's disclosures are nonexistent and the importance of a thorough pre-buy inspection becomes paramount. I had this naive idea that one real estate agent would be as good as the next, and it took me a couple of rounds of hired and fired agents to realize how wrong I was. The first agent I contacted got fired within a week. He was absolutely clueless about the foreclosure process, from how to find suitable properties to how to prepare an offer. Well, I thought, he was young and inexperienced and I'm doing him a favor by giving him a lesson in the hard knocks of life. Next I engaged a seasoned veteran who not only turned out to be equally inept at the foreclosure process, buy who also was fundamentally unable to analyze whether a particular home was a good investment, or even appropriate as a rental property. The first home he brought to my attention had five bedrooms "for all the kids" (no landlord wants five kids, and the house is must likely going to be used by five beer drinking and pot smoking college students), and it was in a neighborhood where all other houses only had three bedrooms (it turned out two rooms came from a cheap backyard addition -- there goes the resale value). I didn't give him the chance to bring me another. After having re-evaluated the importance of finding a good real estate agent, I did my research and narrowed down my choice to two candidates, a man and a woman, both of whom specialized in foreclosure transactions, and both of whom were active in the general area where I intended to purchase most properties. I decided to interview the woman first, yes, because she is a woman and judging from her picture a very attractive one at that. I shamelessly admit to being shallow that way. We made an appointment to meet at her office, and I emailed her a list of what I was looking for and a request for a list of suitable properties to discuss. As I drove over I hoped that she was competent in her field so that my faith in the real estate profession can be restored. I was also hoping that she looked like she did in the picture. In the service industries people all too often use professional photographs taken ten or more years ago, and when you finally meet them face to face you feel like you must have been stuck in a time capsule while this person aged (some not too gracefully, which may explain the never changing photograph). The agent's office is located in a small business park, and as I walk into the reception I am pleased with the quiet, efficient look of the place. There are a few desks around main office areas, and offices towards the back. There are several people working in the office, a couple of them meeting with clients and most of the others working the phones. This does not appear to be an office that is suffering from the recession in the real estate market. I introduce myself to the pretty young receptionist and let her know I have an appointment with Bree. She picks up the phone and announces my arrival, and then invites me to take a seat in the visitor's area just to the side of the reception. Less than a minute later I look up to see Bree approaching -- there is no doubt it is her, the striking face and big, blonde hair gives her away. I smile, pleased to see her and even more pleased that no time travel will be necessary - she looks exactly like her picture if not better! As I stand up to shake hands, I notice that she is a little bit taller than me. "Hello I'm Bree, nice to finally meet you." She has a deeper, husky voice that goes really well with her appearance. Her eyes meet mine as we shake hands, and we let the touch linger for what seems to be a few moments too long. There are a few occasions in life when you meet someone whom you immediately know is going to become special in your life. As I was touching Bree's hand and looking into her eyes, I knew that she was going to be very special in my life, and I could see it in her eyes that she felt the same. It was both a feeling of excitement and attraction, along with a confidence, bordering on certainty, that before long I will be in a relationship with this woman. Looking into her eyes was like reading an invitation: you are the one I've been waiting for, let's throw all caution to the wind and just give in to our most basic desires. Or to put it more simply: I want to fuck you. She lets go of my hand with a little embarrassed smile, and we head back towards her office. I let her take the lead so that I can check out the real estate, figuratively speaking. She is dressed in a conservative black suit with a knee-length skirt and a light blue blouse underneath the jacket. From the look of her legs I can tell she tries to keep in shape, and from the curves in the fabric of her skirt I can tell she has been very successful at it. I raise my glance just in time to catch her eyes as she turns around. "Please come inside, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something?" Hmmm, how about a cold shower? "Thanks I'm fine. I had one of those two gallon Starbucks servings on the way over here." "Not one of the 2,500 calorie heart attack inducers, I hope?" "No, plain old java and fully caffeinated. That must be why everything is looking fuzzy in here." That gives her a laugh. The walls of her office are filled with reprints of famous impressionist paintings; I recognize some of the more well known ones -- Monet, Matisse and Pissaro, but there are plenty I've never seen before. "My secret passion. One day I hope to take a tour through Europe and go see all of these for real. A few years ago I was in New York for a large impressionist exhibition at the Met, and saw a few of these." She indicates the famous water lily painting by Monet. "I think I may have seen some of them when visiting Paris and London after college" I tell her. "At least I think I did. I never stopped drinking while I was there." "So are you not interested in art?" "I am somewhat, but more in photography than painting. I took a few classes in college, but it never amounted to anything. For the paintings I never got past the realists, as my mind is not properly wired to be able to interpret the abstract. Or the fuzzy for that matter." "Perhaps you're approaching it wrong. It's about the feeling you get from watching it, not about your rational interpretation of the artist's intent." "Well, I always feel hungry when watching a Ruben." I say the latter with a smile, but she just shakes her head and sits down behind her desk. I'm apparently a lost cause. "So you asked me to put together a list of suitable properties in a few zip codes... the criteria were undervalued in the current market, relatively easy bank approval process after acceptance of the offer, suitable as a rental for the next five to fifteen years and market appreciation potential in a healthy real estate market. Truth be told there are really not a lot of properties in the area meeting these criteria, primarily because the school districts are not all that good. If you're willing to go further west there are several additional properties available, but they are significantly higher priced." "I know, and that's why I was asking for this limitation. Real estate investment is a side business of mine and I don't have unlimited funds to spend. I also don't want to put my entire available capital into only one or two properties, I want to allocate risk. So I'm looking for a couple of diamonds in the rough." "Alright, let's take a look." She comes over to my side of the desk and sits down in the other visitor chair. We look at her print-outs, but I have a hard time concentrating as our elbows touch, and I get the first whiff of her perfume. Too sweet for my taste, but right now I don't care, the hormones have temporarily shut down any olfactory objections. We go though her list which is indeed short, only five properties, but all of them actually do meet my criteria and I'm impressed with the thought and analysis she has put into it. Beauty, body and a brain! We rank them in order of interest, and after consulting her papers she lets me know that my number one ranked property is scheduled to be on open house that following weekend. She takes a quick look at her calendar and confirms that she indeed is available to meet me there at 3 pm. "Thank you for your time and all the work you put in. I'm impressed, and I don't use that word very often." "My pleasure. It wasn't very hard given the data points you gave me to work with. Just a matter of plugging them into the computers." "You'd be surprised at how many people have a hard time plugging it in." I smile again. "The data points, that is." "If you don't, it's hard to get a satisfying result." We look at each other for a long time, and the magic is creeping back in. If I were to lean over ten inches and kiss her right now, I have better than even odds she will kiss me back. I can see it in her eyes, on her lips, the desire boiling just below the surface, just waiting for the right moment to come out. Her office with the door open behind her is not the right moment, however. We both stand up, not breaking eye contact, and shake hands. Not like business people would do, but like lovers would in the earliest stages of foreplay...soft, lingering, sensuous, with the bodies too close and just waiting to come together. - - - - - - - - - - In the next few days I had a really hard time concentrating on my business or any other aspect of my life. Calls and emails went unanswered as I was daydreaming about Bree, her body and brains. When Sunday comes rolling around I'm up by dawn, unable to sleep, and decide to go for an early morning run to calm down. My wife departs on her customary brunch and shopping spree around ten, and I'm seriously considering spending the next four hours underneath a very cold shower. I dress with some care and jump in my car. In a rare moment of vanity I invested in a pre-owned certified Porsche 911 Turbo Convertible, which is my one and only extravagant expenditure. I know it puts me squarely in the asshole category in some minds, but it's a highly select group of assholes and a cheap price to pay for driving a vehicle of this caliber. I pull up outside the house a few minutes before 3, and start inspecting the front yard. It's pretty run down and in need of some new grass, but with a minimal investment the house could have some real curb appeal. Bree arrives shortly after, wearing a very thin and somewhat short summer dress; not exactly the image of the professional real estate agent, but then again she has a client to please. And please him she does! I again notice the shapely legs of a frequent runner, the thin waist and what looks like a phenomenal set of breasts. Experience has taught me not to trust first impressions in that department, however, as recent advances in bra technology has made me disappointed on several occasions in the past. Fool me twice, and I can become president! I am greeted with a handshake and a little peck on the cheek that is delivered with a hand around my back. I wrap an arm around her and hold her tight for just a short moment...I can feel her tense and then relax, and give me a little squeeze back. So far so good...even the perfume seems to smell a lot better today. She compliments me on the car, and seems sincere about it. One day I may take her for a ride in it! We go inside, and Bree introduces herself to the agent hosting the open house. After the obligatory exchange of business cards we begin the tour in the back yard, and work ourselves towards the front of the house through the family room, kitchen, dining room and finally the one bedroom suite on the bottom floor. There are several other couples and families touring the place, and we are walking closely together as Bree is providing her analyses and comments in a low voice. Our arms frequently touch, and we almost make a point of bumping into each other when a room gets crowded. The upstairs is next, with the master bedroom and two additional bedrooms. We are alone here, and the air is hot and humid from lack of proper air conditioning. I come out of the master bath and see Bree standing in front of the two main bedroom windows...the light makes her dress almost transparent, and I have no problem making out the contours of her body or the lingerie worn underneath. I can't help but stare. "So what do you think?" My voice is hoarse. "Very attractive. A keeper. How difficult do you think it will be to get an offer accepted?" "Depends on the offer. Do you want to put one in today?" "Yes, I don't want to lose the opportunity." I go up to her, and we start kissing in front of the window. Not hesitantly or tentatively, but passionately,almost violently. There is a lot of pent-up excitement just waiting to get out, and as I move my hand from her waist to her buttock, she presses herself against me and lets out a groan. Left undisturbed, we would have fucked then and there, right in front of the window. Unfortunately, we hear the unmistakable sound of another couple coming up the stairs, and we have to disengage. It takes an act of willpower to let her go. We go back down, meeting the other couple in the doorway. They have been in the house since before we arrived, and are discussing putting an offer in. Bree and I exchange a quick glance. "Let's make some calls" I say to her. "We need to find out how much it will be to fix the mold damage in the master bath. They probably need to remove the bathtub and floor, so it can't be cheap. Also get an estimate for the fumigation, the termites did one bang-up job here." Bree almost starts to laugh and the couple looks at me with eyes wide open. "Buyer beware." I tell them as we head down the stairs. We say our thanks to the seller's agent, and tell her we'll be putting in an offer in the next few days. As we leave the house I put my arm around Bree, and she leans into me. My mind is racing overtime, thinking about a place we can go to consummate what we started in the bedroom upstairs. "Follow me, I have another house I want to show you." Bree says. "I thought there was only one open house today." "This is not on open house. It should be empty." We both smile and hurry to our cars. I follow her BMW to the vacant house, which turns out to be a long 20 minute drive away. All the time I'm a danger to the traffic around me, as I cannot focus on anything except the contours of her body I saw in the light, and the feeling of her lips and tongue as we were kissing. I can't believe that in a matter of minutes, I will have that body all to myself. We arrive at the house and find that it is unfortunately not empty, but another couple of cars are parked outside and the front door is open. We go inside, and find another agent showing the house to his clients. I figure we'll stick around for a little while and find some mold damage, and the other couple should leave soon enough. Bree puts her card on the kitchen counter top, where a collection of business cards identify all the agents who have visited the home, and we start to explore. Explore each other, that is. For every room we visit, when alone and out of sight we kiss and touch and make each other crazy with excitement. At one point I press her up facing the wall, her hands above her head, my hands on her hips. I have a huge erection in my pants, and she eagerly presses her bottom against it, giving it a good grind. I kiss her along the neck, and nibble on her ear lobe, and am rewarded with a long, lustful moan. We go back to the kitchen and find that the other agent and his clients have left. I walk to the front door and confirm the cars are gone, and then close the door behind me. I Find Bree in the kitchen, leaning against the counter top, and expectant look on her face. In two steps I'm there, kissing her, pressing her body against the counter. I feel the buttons at the back of her dress, and deftly with one hand start to unbutton them. It falls easily off her shoulders, exposing what looks like a regular, D-cup bra in white lace. I unhook it with one hand, a skill I picked up on early on in life, and let it slide off. No kids, I think to myself, this is a pair of low mile perky D-cups, all original and in pristine condition. The pink nipples are already hard and are just begging me to be sucked. I grab one of the fabulous breasts and start sucking on her nipple, taking the entire areola in my mouth, and letting my tongue do its magic little circle. Bree is breathing heavily, running her fingers through my hair. I reach down and let a hand slip under her dress...I slowly let it slide up her thigh and she stops breathing for a second before letting out a moan. As my hand reaches her panties she spreads her legs a little, giving easy access. She is wet. Really really wet, and shivers as soon as I let a finger slide through the crevice, ending where I can lightly touch her clit. I pull of her panties, but she does not want me to take off the dress in case other interested buyers show up and she needs to get decent in a hurry. I lift her up on the counter top, dress around her waist, and tell her to lean back, relax. She is in good hands and even better mouth and tongue. I lean in, and let the tip of my tongue trace the inside of her thigh until I reach her pussy. She is very neatly trimmed, waxed, not shaved, and I wonder if she had that done in case I came to pay a visit. I lean in and start eating with great appetite...there is nothing I want more right now than to bring her a rip-roaring orgasm right here on the counter in somebody else's house. My fingers easily slide in and out of her as I start focusing my attention on her clit. Up and down, sideways, round and round and finally, when her breathing is getting shallow and her moaning reaches another level in frequency and volume, I suck it into my mouth and let my tongue drive her to a sensory crescendo. She arches her back, and lets out a long, satisfying sound, a mixture between a moan and scream, as her hips violently move. My hand instantly turns wet and warm as she squirts a little on my fingers. For some reason this turns me on even more. The Real Estate Agent She forces me to stop the relentless playing with my tongue, and instead gives me a long, satisfying kiss. She must be tasting herself on me, and seems to savor the taste. "Fuck that was good" she says. "Now it's your turn." She has a very naughty glint in her eyes as she slides off the counter and kneels in front of me, unbuttoning my pants. My cock is already as hard as it will ever get, and it literally springs out of my underwear as she pulls them down. "Whoa, easy there big boy. You can poke an eye out with that!" "You better watch out he's not shooting blanks." "I'm sure I'll be able to handle that." She begins to slowly stroke me with her hand, and then let the tip of her tongue play underneath the head. She carefully licks around the head, down the shaft, and then each ball one at the time. After what seems like an eternity of licking and teasing she finally slides me into her mouth. I can tell right away that I will not be able to hold it for very long. I tell her in case that would affect her plans for me. "Don't disappoint me. The fastest I've done is about two minutes, but he was very young. I expect you to at least last that long." She smiles and continues the assault on my cock. She really gives the perfect blow job, slow, deep, with perfectly coordinated hand movements. She is also looking really hot, on her knees on the floor, my cock in her mouth, and her wonderful breasts sticking out in all their glory. I can hear her moaning, and notice that she has a hand between her legs, stimulating herself as she blows me. I don't know if I lasted the full two minutes or not (looking at my watch did not seem like a good idea, and besides, I had far more interesting things to watch). I hold off for as long as I can, but the sensation and view, in combination with the pent-up excitement of the afternoon, makes any resistance pointless. "I'm about to cum." She just looks up at me and continues to suck, maintaining eye contact. "You OK with that?" She picks up the pace, a smile reflecting in her eyes. And so I cum...I can feel that the volume is above average, and the first two spurts are coming very close together. It does not affect Bree the least, who keeps milking me for one of the most satisfying oral orgasms I have ever experienced. I lean back and take a deep breath, as she licks my fading cock clean. She finally stands up and we kiss as deeply as before, this time it is my turn to taste myself in her kiss. We stand in the kitchen for a long time, kissing, talking, until it is time to get properly dressed. The neighbors must think we are seriously interested in that house, given how much time we spend there. As we exit another van has just parked outside the house. A realtor from Bree's office jumps out, together with a couple with two small children. They excitedly rush inside as Bree introduces me to the realtor and his client. "So what did you think?" he asks. "It was nice, but there is a really funky smell in the kitchen. God knows what they have been eating in there." Bree has to turn away again. - - - - - - - - - - Over the next few days Bree and I talk occasionally. I learn that she is recently divorced from a really bad marriage that went on far too long. I tell her about my marital situation and she is OK with that...she is not looking for a new husband and is also not judgmental when it comes to other people's personal decisions. I'm daydreaming about kitchen counters when I receive a text message on Thursday morning: 'Want to show u a house. Can u do 2day, less people on a Thu?' The hidden meaning cannot be missed, and I immediately get a hard-on. Less people means more privacy, and hopefully a rerun of Sunday's adventure. I immediately respond: '2day is hard but I will squeeze u in. Just the way u like it.' 'U better. I expect this visit to last a lot longer' I admit that I came uncharacteristically fast the last time around, and am thinking about jerking off before I go to see her...that will take care of any over-excitement issue once we meet. I settle for a long run and a cold, slow shower instead, followed by a shave. Gotta look and feel the part. I find the house easily enough, and again it is not something that would fall on my shortlist for an investment property, confirming that Bree is not expecting to earn a commission today. The house is in a very expensive area, and well out of my price range. Her SUV is parked outside, but she is nowhere to be found. I walk up and feel the door handle...it is open, and I let myself in. The lockbox is lying on a side table just inside the entrance, and there is a note next to it telling me to lock the door followed by 'Master Bedroom.' I can't wipe the grin off my face as I'm walking up the stairs. The upstairs area is comprised only of the master suite adjacent to a game/TV room. The latter is empty, and I make my way into the oversized bedroom. The place is furnished with what looks like very expensive, faux-antique rental furniture, and on the opulent bed I find Bree dressed only in white stockings, a garter and high heels. "You're late. I was about to call the gardener up here." "I sent him home. I didn't like the look of his ladder. Is there any particular part of this property you think I'd be interested in?" "I don't know I will just have to let you explore on your own. But first..." She rolls over and picks up a miniature bottle of champagne and two plastic glasses that she fills. "Here's looking at another house, kid." We toast, sip and kiss. The magic is instantly back; the raw passion that I felt the first time we were together has come back even stronger, and I have to fight the temptation of just throwing her on the bed and fucking her like an animal. I'm a better man than that. But just barely. I let my hands explore her naked body, but as my fingers transcend the boundary between nylon and skin, Bree stops me. "I think you're dressed a little too much to visit that particular room. Why don't you get more comfortable?" I start to unbutton the Tommy Bahama shirt, and Bree leans back and watches me with a little smile playing on her lips. "You really do have a great body for being an old guy." We've established that I'm 8 years older than her, and ever since I've been referred to as an 'old guy.' "I like to keep up and play with young people." I strike a little pose and she laughs. "You have one hell of a body yourself. I can't remember the last time I got a hard-on just from watching somebody." Her smile grows wider and the strikes a seductive pose in the bed. I remove my pants and shorts, and join her on top of the plush cover. I bend down and take her nipple in my mouth, and she arches her back. I continue down her flat stomach, making my way towards the little trimmed strip and the goodness just below. I can feel her hand searching and then finding my cock, and she gasps a little when she finds it already rock hard. My mouth has reached so far down I can use my tongue to start tickle her clit. She lets go of me, and then rolls around so that she is on top of me, her pussy hovering over my face. I have always loved the 69, both because of the view it presents, and the opportunity to use both my hands and my mouth to please all at once. I can feel her hand on my shaft, and her tongue around the pulsating head cleaning up a generous amount of pre-cum, and I decide to focus entirely on giving her pleasure lest I'll suffer the same fate as last time. With one had I carefully separate her pussy lips, while I let my tongue work her clit. With the other hand I use a moist finger to gently massage her ass. The reaction is immediate...first a big moan of pleasure, followed by her burying my cock in her throat. She too seems determined not to cum as fast as last time, and is focusing all her efforts on letting her mouth and hand provide optimum pleasure to me. I'm starting to regret not having wanked off before our little get-together, when she breaks off and climbs off me. "I want you to fuck me." She does not have to ask twice. I head for my pants and the condoms I brought when she stops me. "No need. I'm on birth control now." She is on her back, legs spread open just inviting me to come in. I kneel before her and carefully let my cock slip in...she is wonderfully wet, and also tight from many months of abstinence after her failed marriage. I take it slow, letting her get used to me, and only after I can enter her all the way do I pick up the pace. I put her leg on my shoulder, and watch her moan and squirm as my cock thrusts into her with relentless energy and rhythm. We change around and I pull her on top of me just so that I can have a view of those magnificent breasts as she's riding me. I can't keep my hands off them, which distracts her and breaks her pace, and soon she wants us to change again. This time I spoon her, first positioning us so that I can easily enter her, and then I can let my hands freely explore her body as I set the pace and thrust. I can tell she is coming close, and I put a finger on her clit as I increase the pace of the thrust. She wants none of that and removes my hand...time and time again. But I can be a persistent bastard when I want to! I finally win, and Bree stops fighting the inevitable. I can feel her orgasm building and I coordinate the thrusts with ever increasing movements of my finger. Her hips start to move wildly, and she cums with a long moan...I can feel her pussy squeezing me as it contracts. She is really wonderfully tight, more so than any woman I have ever been with before, and I really enjoy the tight feeling as the orgasms are racing through her. Again I feel her squirting a little bit, which adds to the wonderful sensation. After a while she needs me to remove my hand as the over-stimulation is killing her, though I continue to work my cock inside her. I feel myself coming closer, and don't want to finish before I've had her from behind as well. I slide out of her and tell her what I want, and she assumes the perfect position in front of me. I can't help but to lean in and get a taste of her pussy from behind, and she rewards me by pressing back filling my face with her ass and pussy. Her ass is really as magnificent as her tits...round, firm, toned, the ass of a runner with some extra pleasure padding. I lustfully enter her and thoroughly enjoy the view. "You've got the greatest looking ass." I manage to offer between heave breaths. "Just looking at it makes me cum faster." "Do you want to cum on my ass?" "Yeah, though I may make a mess." "Don't worry, it's not our bed." I increase the pace, and put a hand on Bree's shoulder for leverage. She is well lubricated and does not seem to suffer from the harder fucking she is getting - quite the contrary judging from the sounds she is making and the push-back she is generating. It takes less than a minute for me to get ready, and I give her three final hard strokes, pull out and let the cum shoot all over her ass. Literally, as the first two spurts end up on her back between her shoulder blades before I can control my aim and cover her ass with the rest. My orgasm lasts for close to thirty seconds, and at the end I have produced a work of art that would have made any pornstar proud. She lies down on her stomach. "My God, that was hot." "The greatest fuck I've ever had in my life." I tell her, and it's the truth. I'm entirely spent, physically and mentally tired, with balls aching from being more empty than they've ever been before. Well, at least since I was a teenager and first discovered porn mags. We go and take a shower, and then wipe down using the fancy Ralph Lauren towels the owners or listing agents have so thoughtfully provided. We also make the bed look nice again, though I'm worried that the stains may not come out. Bree doesn't care. "People come here to look at the house, not the bed cover. If they do, they have the same intentions as we did." "Does this happen a lot, you think." "Sure, it does happen. I had a colleague who met men on various adult dating sites and then took them and fucked them in empty houses. I think she wanted to get caught, or at least the thrill of getting caught excited her." "Well, you can't deny there is some excitement in that?" I suppose not." She smiles. "We'll see, we may do something more risky next time!" ----------------------- In the next month or so, Bree and I visited just about every vacant house in the county. A few were furnished, and we took advantage of the beds, sofas or armchairs provided. Most were unfurnished, and we had to make do with the kitchen counter or floor. A carpeted staircase turned out to provide a fun alternative, though it gave Bree moderate to severe carpet-burns on her knees. Damn that great ass and my desire to pound her from behind every chance I got! We never did get really risky, and most of the time we met during the week, in a house locked from the inside. After a while our encounters started to taper off, and as happens naturally the excitement and passion started to dissipate. After a break lasting more than a week I was wondering if our affair had come to an end, when I received a text. 'R u up for a showing today? I think u will really like this one.' We have been in several properties on my shortlist, and I have pending offers on two of them. But with Bree you can never tell if she is showing a house I'm supposed to buy, or just one I'm supposed to fuck in. She doesn't give me a clue generally, I just have to show up ready to do either. Or at least in one case, both. In this case the house is in the area where I have been looking to invest, and on paper it meets all my investment criteria. If this wasn't clue enough, she sends one final text: 'Wait for me outside - tenant working @home.' OK, time to bring the checkbook and leave the condoms at home. 'B there in 30' I'm there in 35, and pull up behind Bree's car. She is in the car, but is not coming out immediately, instead looking as she's busy picking this off the floor. Probably dropped her phone. She finally comes out and comes up to me with a smile. "Hi handsome, I've missed you!" I get a big kiss and a whiff of her perfume. "So the current tenant is working out of his home office, but is allowing showings. If you buy you can terminate the lease when it's up at the end of October, or renew as the tenant is happy with the house." "Do you know what he's paying now?" She looks through her papers. "$2,800 per month." "Nice! I figure I'll have a mortgage of about $1,600 on this. I like the numbers!" "Great, now let's go see if you like the house as well." We ring the door bell and are greeted by a nerdy, accountant-looking guy who welcomes us and takes Bree's card. He shows us the front of the house which includes a little hallway, the formal dining room, and the extra room he is using for office. The office has disorganized book cases all around, and a huge desk with at least four computer screens. "I'll be hiding in here. Take your time and look around. Please let me know if you have any questions." We thank him and go exploring the bottom floor. There is a complete bedroom suite downstairs, long with an oversized kitchen and family room. The kitchen is beautiful and well cared for, and I jokingly test the strength of the countertop. Bree comes up next to me, standing really close. "Having some good memories?" "It does feel like deja-vu all over again." "What was your favorite part?" I can feel her hand on my crotch, unzipping my pants, slipping inside. I stare at her, and she looks like she's having a really good time. Ald like she is about to bust with excitement." "Don't know, maybe the staircase? How about you?" I can feel her hand on my cock, and it's working it's magic all too well. "In the single story up North. When you titty-fucked me in the armchair. I didn't know you were so agile." I remember that one as well, along with the cum I shot between her tits, covering her throat and face. I also remember the pain in my thighs for several days after. "I'm now hard as a rock. "Do you think we can ask him to go out and fetch us a cup of coffee?" "No, let's just check out the upstairs instead." I put a hand on her bottom as we leave the kitchen and head upstairs. At the top of the stairs we kiss with the kind of passion we typically have right before making love. "Come on." She drags me into the bedroom that is the furthest away from the office downstairs, and into the bathroom. She kneels in front of me and frantically unbuttons my pants. "We have to be quick" she says and takes my cock into her mouth. It's wildly exciting and not a little nerve-wrecking knowing the guy is working downstairs just a few yards away. Bree is doing very well as usual, and I'm as hard as I will ever get. I pull her up into a kiss, and reach down underneath her skirt. I immediately realize that Bree did not drop her phone in the car, but rather was taking her panties off. She had been planning this little adventure all along, or so it seems. She is very wet and I have her moaning in no time. "Fuck me." I spin her around, perhaps a little too rough, and hike her skirt up around her waist. She bends over the vanity top, spreading her legs, bending her knees a little bit. She really does have the most gorgeous ass, one I can stare at forever. Today I have no time to stare, and I immediately enter her. She stifles a groan as I slide the entire length inside her, slowly, yet purposefully. There is no time to waste. I fuck her like that, bent over the vanity top, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair. It's hard, fast, insistent, almost with a feel of desperation to it. This may be our last fuck, and it may be interrupted any time by a nerdy looking guy wondering what the noise is all about. Bree is looking over her shoulder. "Tell me before you cum. I want to taste you again." This has been another one of Bree's little quirks. Ever since our first encounter in the kitchen, ever so often she wants to finish me off with her mouth knowing that it turns me on. A few more thrusts I'm there and pull out. She kneels in front of me, one hand on my cock, the other between her legs, just like that first time. And just like that first time I feel a huge load spray into her mouth, and hear her moaning a silent orgasm as I lustfully empty myself. She stands up and I can see a little puddle on the floor where she squirted. We find some tissue paper and clean it up, and Bree puts it in her bag. We hurry downstairs, making small talk about the house and improvements that need to be made. The nerdy guy meets us halfway down the staircase. "What's going on?" "Nothing. We're just ready with the upper level. Do you know where is the access to the attic? We spent forever trying to find it." He looks suspiciously at us. "It's in the closet in the master bedroom." "I don't have time for that" Bree interjects. You'll have to go up there on your own." I look at the guy. "She's afraid of heights. She likes to go down, but not up." He looks confused and still a little suspicious, and I decide to mollify him. "So you would like to renew the lease with the new owner?" "I sure do, I like it here. Very private and quiet." "Well you seem to take good care of the property, so I would have no problem with that, I don't intend to live here myself." We head towards the exit and I peek into the cluttered office. I take only a quick look, and I could very well be wrong as my brain is still oxygen-deprived after the adventures upstairs, but I could swear at least a couple of the computer monitors showed images from cameras located in the bathrooms. ---------------- That was indeed the last time Bree and I made love. I hear she is now in a relationship with a wealthy real estate developer, and has left the residential real estate business to focus on commercial properties. I did end up buying that last house, and kicked out the tenant when the deal closed. The property inspection revealed hidden cameras mounted in all three bathrooms, and it looks like the guy was secretly spying on his wife and children. And once also on a couple of horny visitors.