4 comments/ 50437 views/ 13 favorites The Short Sale By: Couture "Elaine, how long have you been my agent?" Mr. Jacobs asked. What he'd meant to ask was, "What do you think of this property." But that wasn't what came out. More and more things had been happening like that lately.} Ever since he started taking those pills. "Nine years." This wasn't the question Elaine expected when Mr. Jacobs asked her to meet him at this house. She felt a hollow pit in her stomach that threatened to swallow her up. The housing market was the worst she'd ever seen. She had only had two sales all last year other than the commissions acting as Mr. Jacobs buying agent. "And we've had a great run haven't we?" Mr. Jacobs said, and then he had that feeling again. And it was like felt a little mean. To be honest, he always had those feelings sometimes, but now it was as if he had no control over his mouth. "But I wanted you to be the first to know. I've decided to get another agent." What the hell was he thinking. He'd been with Elaine for 9 years now. She was hardworking and organized. She was pretty and he'd enjoyed looking at her, even though she'd never given him the time of day. "Who?" Elaine blurted. But she already suspected. Sara Micheal-Morgan. The most ruthless agent in the business. Somehow she'd gotten to him. "Becky Sears." Mr. Jacobs replied. Once again, the words spilling from his mouth. Was there something wrong with him. He should say he was sorry. Shit, but the thought of the Sears girl. She was young and hot. And she used it to her advantage the way Elaine used to. His cock grew hard in his pants and he felt a surging in his balls. Not like blue balls. Like power. Elaine was sure that Mr Jacobs had to be kidding. Becky Sears was a new agent. A nobody. But she was young. And pretty. Very pretty. "I know this market," Elaine said. "And I've always worked hard for you." "You've been great," Now Mr. Jacobs seemed to be in possession of his mouth once more, but so far Elaine hadn't said a word. She'd taken it all quite meekly. He felt emboldened. "But let's face it. You aren't young anymore. You're married and have a kid now. You can't work as hard as you used to. You know how the market is. Things are sold on first impressions, and I need someone who can sell." "I can sell." "You still have the baby weight," Mr. Jacobs said. His cock grew even harder watching his real estate agent blush...saw the fire rise in her eyes briefly before she tapped it bck down. His cock felt bigger than normal. It had to be the pills. Go from wimp to monster or your money back they'd advertised, showing a tiny cock next to a monster cock. "And just look at you Elaine. You've let yourself go. Elaine felt her cheeks grow hot. She had let herself go. She'd been exercising and dieting on and off for 7 years. "I'll do better," Elaine said. "Just give me a chance." "Let's not make this harder than it has to be Elaine," Mr. Jacobs said, and patted her on the arm, while reaching down and surreptitiously adjusting his cock. God, it felt like his pants could barely contain him anymore. Elaine blinked away her tears. Mr. Jacobs was being a total prick to her. The desire to tell him to 'Go fuck himself' was almost overwhelming. But she thought of her husband who was out of work. She'd only made 77 thousand last year before taxes. However, 69 thousand of that was from commissions from Mr. Jacobs. She had a nice house and a hefty mortgage payment. An expensive car. A membership at the country club. A daughter who needed tennis lessons and had a mouthful of braces. Three expensive cell plans. She was sunk. "Please," Elaine begged, holding his hand. "I promise. I'll do whatever you want. I'll take less commission. One half of a percent less since we do so much business together." "How much do you weigh now anyway?" Mr. Jacobs couldn't believe the words when they left his mouth. He wished he could take them back. Who was he to talk? He knew he was overweight...After all, he weighed two-sixty. But Elaine didn't respond. She just stood there and took it. Mr. Jacobs licked his lips. He could feel his pulse pound in his cock. The real estate agent was in a daze. It was an unexpected question and it took her by surprise. She couldn't get traction in this conversation...she was trying to come to an agreement on money and he was still stuck on some very personal topics. "135." She lied. "Come with me," Mr. Jacobs said, as he led her down the hall. He stopped trying to fight the words that came out of his mouth of their own volition. He surrendered to the feelings that were overpowering him. When he opened the door to the bathroom and pointed down to the floor, Elaine felt such a sense of panic, her knees began to shake. "I tell you what I'll do." Mr. Jacobs said. "If you are under 140, we'll see if we can make some kind of deal to keep you on." Elaine closed her eyes, and said a prayer, then stepped on the scale. It blinked for a moment and then flashed. 146 "Why don't you take off your heels and see if that helps." Mr. Jacobs volunteered helpfully. His tongue darting out and licking his lips, while he rubbed his fingers together. Elaine took off her 3 inch heels. She was no longer quite so imposing a figure now. From 5-10, she was now down to 5-7. 145 "Your necklace?" It was a large necklace of alternating gold and baby blue stones. But the scale didn't budge. Her bracelet followed. Then earrings. Her jacket. 144 Shit. "The rest probably weigh 4 pounds Steven," Elaine said in a soft voice. A voice that usually got her what she wanted. "Surely our friendship counts for something." Not this time. Mr. Jacobs winced and shook his head. "I'd love to help. But you know what a stickler I am for details." After a few hundred contract negotiations, indeed she did. With her cheeks so hot, she though they might burn up, she took off her blouse. 144. Shit. Her hose were next. 143 She knew she was sunk. But she had to try. She took off her skirt. Her heart raced. Her pulse pounded like a gong in her ears. 142. "Can you please turn around?" Elaine said. She looked at Mr. Jacobs. God, he was oogling her with his weaselly looking eyes. It made her skin crawl. Her blush had blossomed all the way to her chest. "So you can tinker with the scale?" Mr. Jacobs said, with twinkling eyes. "I don't think so." Elaine managed to get her bra off, while still protecting her modesty with her hand. 142 Goddamn it to hell. She could feel her nipples crinkle in the cold bathroom. She knew better than ask. With no other recourse, she took off her panties, while trying her best to protect her modesty, but now that she was entirely nude, it made it nearly impossible. 141. She was sunk. God. Her knees were shaking. She had to pee. Then it hit her. Maybe if she peed, she'd be able to lighten the load a bit more. "Can you at least turn ou back for a moment?" Elaine whispered as she looked over at the toilet. "I don't think so," Mr. Jacobs said. "That's what I like about you Lainey. You always find a way to make a sale. Are you making number one or two Lainy-girl?" "One sir." He'd called her Lainy-girl. He'd never called her Lainy before. and she'd never called him sir until now. He was ten years her elder and she'd never been attracted to him. He was a greedy fat slob. Their relationship was strictly based on his money. She sat down and began to tinkle. "You better hope it's a lot," Mr. Jacobs said. It wasn't. The stream died suddenly and she was quickly running out of options. She wondered if there was some sort of diuretic in the cabinet or some sort of digestive aid. She needed...she needed two more pounds and she was desperate. "Maybe the scale isn't correct?" Elaine whispered. Mr. Jacobs stepped in front of her and ran his meaty fingers through her hair. He rubbed them together with distaste. "There's probably a pound of hairspray up here," Mr. Jacobs snickered. "Let's call it 140." Elaine shivered. She'd always looked down on Steven Jacobs. He was fat and slovenly. He would sweat right through his clothes with just a little effort and you could smell it. But now? Now, it was as if their roles had reversed. It was humid today. Her hair was a bit frizzy. She'd needed the extra spray. Maybe next time, she wouldn't use quite so much. God! What was she thinking. She didn't need to please this fat bastard. "But there's still the matter of 1 more pound," Only she did. She needed to please him at least one pound's worth, but she hadn't a clue where to begin. "A pound," Mr. Jacobs said, running a fat finger under his realtor's chin. "And so close too. You know, it would be a shame to end an nine year relationship over a pound. Especially with your daughter's new braces and all." Elaine was trapped. He had her and from the look in his eyes, he knew it. "Yes sir." she whispered. "Sir, I like the sound of that," Mr. Jacobs said, he unzipped his pants with his free hand. "Now, maybe we can make a deal. If you could take a few ounces from me...I'll let that count towards your total." "I..I don't understand..." Elaine stammered. She understood the principle. The fat bastard had taken out his cock and held it to her mouth. Goddamn, what a cock too. The fat pig was hung like a horse. "I figure I got several ounces of jizz in my balls," Mr. Jacobs sneered. "When I deposit it into your stomach, we'll call it 139 on the dot." Poor Elaine shook her head, never taking taking her eyes from the monster pointed at her nose like a homing missile. "I can't." But Mr. Jacobs hadn't counted on the effectiveness from the pills he'd taken. As a matter of fact, he'd never in his wildest imagination predicted they would actually work and the extent in which they'd worked. His former cock was a bit above average in length but like him, it was a more than average in girth. But now he'd picked up nearly three inches in each direction. Fuck. From wimp to monster. The label on those pills were right. But there was one big problem. The pills seemed too effective. There didn't seem a way for her to suck him. At least not without a great deal of effort. He'd never had this problem before. But he quickly summed it up and came up with a solution. "You can start by using your tongue," Mr. Jacobs said sarcastically. "You can do that can't you? Or should call Becky Sears?" "No sir. I..I can do it." The humiliated agent replied, and hesitantly opened her mouth and began to lick. She couldn't help but grimace. He tasted stale and salty. It was awful. "Lick it all over," Mr. Jacobs said, while he toyed with his new toy. His increased size was a small handicap, but it was well worth the enjoyment he took while using it to torment the woman on her knees at his feet. He slapped it against her cheek. He poked at her nose. He took her by the head and poked her mouth sideways so his head pushed up into her cheek, until he was finally satisfied that she'd lubed him up sufficiently. "Get those tits ready Lainey girl." Mr. Jacobs sneered, as he sat down on the toilet. "You are going to give me a titty fuck." "I've don't know how," Elaine said. She'd never done that for anyone before. She'd never even imagined something quite so crude. "Forget it then," Mr. Jacobs said. "I bet a girl like Becky will know what to do." The comment was more than enough to spur Elaine to action. "I'll try..." She put his cock between her breasts and tried to slide them up and down. "I dare say she's a lot more endowed in this department anyway," Mr. Jacobs sneered. "You are going to have to do better than that Lainey. I can't even feel it. Hold them from the sides or something." Blushing furiously, Elaine did as she was bid, until finally she was able to get the hang of it. "That's better," Mr. Jacobs sighed. He'd never imagined a day like this. To have a woman....a pretty woman at that, down on her knees, giving him a titty fuck. It should have been enough, but all it did was make him want more. "Faster," Mr. Jacobs ordered. "I want to see those titties bounce, even if aren't big like Becky's." Elaine bobbed faster. Her breasts ached. She hated this. Oh how she hated hit. "Those boobies are getting dry," Mr. Jacobs said. "Spit on them." Disgusting pig! Yet, Elaine did as she was bid. Spitting wasn't as easy as she'd assumed. Her saliva made a long trail from his cock to her lips, until finally it dropped. "I said spit," Mr. Jacobs ordered. Elaine spat. Spat on his cock nestled between her pert ripe breasts like some sort of trailer park slut. Spat again. Bobbing her breasts up and down, making wet squishing sounds as they moved up and down his massive member. "Fuck yeah..that's the spirit." Mr. Jacobs panted. He sweat furiously. It has soaked through the back of his shirt and dripped down from his chin onto his cock. "Now,, put the head in your mouth..." Poor Elaine was disgusted already. A drop of sweat dripped down from the fat pig's nose onto the head of his fat prick. She steeled her nerves and her stomach, and opened her perfectly made lips and placed the head of his cock in. It was a tight fit. The man was massive. "Here it comes," Mr. Jacobs groaned. He took hold of Elaine's head and pushed her down on his cock as the pleasure surged up from his balls. "And you better fucking swallow." Poor Elaine had given her husband head before. Not recently of course. But back when they were dating and when they were first married. She knew what to expect. At least she thought she did. Her husband would give a quick spurt of bitter thick fluid, and then a few more small pumps of no importance. Less than a table spoon at the most. The hapless real estate agent's blue eyes bulged when the first blast hit- shooting up against the back of her throat. A good three tablespoons of thick bitter splooge. She'd hold it in her mouth until she could spit it out in some tissue when the fat pig was finished. However, his cock pulsed and shot again. Another 3 tablespoons. Her mouth was filled to the brim with his thick jizz. God. It was awful. It began to spill. "Down the hatch," Mr. Jacobs warned. Elaine closed her eyes. A lone tear dropped down her check. Somehow she managed to swallow, even with fat cock in her mouth. But Steven Jacobs wasn't done, not by a long shot. He spurted. And he spurted again. And even faster than before. She started to choke. She drew off and began to gag-coughing repeatedly. Mr. Jacobs took matters in his own hand. Wrapping his thick fingers around his cock and jacking off. He'd come many a time in his life, but never like this. It went on and on. On and on. While Elaine coughed and gagged, he continued to spew. He made a gleeful and wicked game out of it oblivious to her distress, decorated his agent's face with his pearly goo. Her chin. Her nose. Her cheeks. Ahhh...her eyes were and even more inviting target. Her hair and breasts. His jizz was no longer thick and white, but watery and clear, but still his balls pumped. He put it back her her mouth now that she'd finished coughing and gave her the rest. It was the single best day of his life. He chuckled as he looked down at the jizz covered face of his real estate agent. She looked like she'd been in one of them Japanese bukake films. He laughed again. Maybe he had a career in show business. Poor Elaine wasn't laughing. Her stomach rumbled a warning. She tried to open her eyes to survey the damage, but all she could see was white jizz. Worse, it stung. She tried wiping it out of her eyes, but it just smeared like thick glue. Fumbling around blind as a bat, she made her way to the sink and managed to turn on the water and wash her face. Shit. He was still touching her sex like he owned it. "Are you on the pill Lainey?" Steven Jacobs asked. "No..." Elaine said, praying it would keep him from having sex with her. "Menopause huh?" Mr. Jacobs chuckled. "No." Elaine was offended. "I'm 36. not 50." "What are you and Mark using then, the rhythm method?" Steven said. "Or maybe he's got slow swimmers." "He doesn't have slow swimmers.' Elaine said. Now that her eyes were finally free of sticky goo, she tried to straighten so that he couldn't molest her any longer. Mr. Jacobs put a hand on her neck to prevent that from happening. He was enjoying himself far too much to stop. Besides, he'd noticed that little Lainey had begun to juice up. Perhaps she wasn't as reluctant a participant as she let on. "You make him wear rubbers?" Mr. Jacobs laughed. "Like some sort of high school boy. Don't let him feel this tight hot puss? Is that why you are juicing up little Lainey? Is this the first time in a long time you've felt something other than latex?" "He..he's had a vasectomy." Elaine hated that her body was betraying her. It was a natural reaction to stimulation, even unwanted stimulation. Still...it was getting to her. Worse, he kept asking her very private questions. "You've had him neutered," Mr. Jacobs laughed. "How convenient. But that puts you in a pickle now, doesn't it. See, I'm gonna get me some of this pussy the next time I see you. And Lainey. I'm not neutered. As you can see, not even close. I ain't wearin' no fucking rubber like some high school boy neither." "But..But.." Elaine stammered. She couldn't go on the pill. Mark could find out she was taking them. If he did, he'd know she was cheating. God, this bastard was getting to her. His fat grubby fingers slid in and out of her easily. Fingering her. It was getting hard to think. "Next time I see you." Mr. Jacobs warned. "I'm gonna get me some of this juicy little puss. Do we understand each other." "Yes..." Elaine squeaked. She felt breathless. It was hard to stand. She propped herself on her elbows. "Yes sir." Mr. Jacobs said. "Yes sir," It came out as a gasp. Her hips had begun to pump. Mr. Jacobs picked up Elaine's discarded jacket and wiped his hands clean, then left the bathroom. "Hurry and get cleaned up Lainey. I want you to come take a look at this property with me. Don't think a blow job is going to get you out of you other job." "Yes sir.." Elaine mumbled in reply. _____________ A week later, Elaine's heart was pounding when she saw Steven Jacobs pull up to the house in a white Suburban. Her pulse always raced when he pulled up. Would he buy? Would he pass? But now she had a new reason for her heart to pound. She knew he was going to have sex with her. But she didn't know how he was going to do it. If last time had been any indication, it would be very humiliating. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe the guilt over what he'd done to her last time would be enough to end it then and there. The Suburban rocked as he stepped out of it. God he was fat. He waved walked over to her. In one hand he carried his usual - a flashlight and notebook. In the other...Oh God. Poor Elaine felt a cold sweat begin to prickle. The bastard was carrying around a scale. An electronic scale. He meant to weigh her again. "Hi Mr. Jacobs," Elaine managed. Doing her best not to stare at the white scale he carried in his hand. "Hi Lainey," Steven Jacobs said as he grabbed the real estate agent's ass and pushed her inside the door. "Let's go in and get started." "Yes sir." Elaine's voice was almost a whisper. She tried to steel herself for whatever ordeal she had to endure. Mr. Jacobs set the scale down on the kitchen floor. He turned to the real estate agent with an affable smile, "Why don't you go to the bathroom and strip down and do whatever business you have to do by yourself. I'd rather not have to watch you piss this time." Elaine's cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. She hadn't wanted to pee with him in the bathroom the last time. She hadn't wanted to have to do all the terrible things he made her do. But, now, like then, she didn't have a choice. She trotted off the the bathroom and began to disrobe. The house was a repo and the bathroom was filthy. She used toilet paper to line the top of the vanity and folded her clothes neatly on top. He hadn't told her to remove her underwear, and she wasn't about to volunteer, so she steeled her nerves and left the safety of the bathroom. The Short Sale "Don't just stand there like a bump on a log," Mr. Jacobs said. "Get over here." Elaine could feel the dirty grit on the floor against her bare feet. She walked over to Mr. Jacobs on her tip toes to minimize the grime getting all over her feet. "Turn around," Steve Jacobs said. Elaine was glad she didn't have to look at his beady eyes leering at her. But not for long. "Didn't I tell you to strip off?" "I..I did." Elaine stammered. She heard his keys rattling in his pocket. Then she felt something pulling at her panties and the sound of fabric rending. "Oh!" she exclaimed as her waistband was cut neatly on one side and tried to dance away. "If you don't want to get cut," Steven warned. "You'll hold still." "But..what are you...ahhh..." Elaine couldn't seem to make her mouth form the words. She knew this man was evil, but was he going to ...rape her by knifepoint? "When I say strip off," Steven said. "I mean strip off. When you don't follow instructions, there are consequences. Are we clear Lainey?" Another snick and her panties lay in a puddle at her feet. Three more and her bra followed. "Yes Mr. Jacob." Elaine whispered. She clutch her boobs under one arm and her crotch beneath her other hand. "Good." Steven Jacob said. "Now hop your ass on the scale and let's see if you are making any progress." Elaine closed her eyes and stepped forward. She chewed her lower lip nervously. "Lainey...Lainey...Lainey..." Mr. Jacobs tutted. "What am I going to do with you? You obviously haven't taken me seriously." "I have Mr. Jacob!" Elaine plead. "It's..it's just that..." The fat pig had to know how hard it was to drop a few pounds. He certainly wasn't going without any meals. Worse, he'd made it even more difficult for Elaine to lose weight. "Just what Lainey?" "I went on the pill." It was so embarrassing explaining something so personal to someone so crude. As if she hadn't been humiliated enough already. Getting the pill meant a doctor's visit. And her doctor knew her husband already had a vasectomy. He could also see her ring. God. It was so mortifying. Her face felt like it was on fire when she lied and said she wanted it so that she could control her periods. "So?" But going on the pill had other consequences. Obviously consequences an inconsiderate bastard never bothered to think about. "It..the pill...makes me retain water." Elaine stammered red faced. "The pill huh?" Mr. Jacob's lips turned up in a cruel sneer. "The pill gave you these thighs?" "No.." Elaine gasped. His fat fingers slid over her hips and thighs. "Or this ass?" "No." The pill certainly didn't help. But Elaine didn't protest. She couldn't protest. Not with her bottom cheeks being gripped, squeezed, and pulled this way and that. A fat finger trying to worm its way between tightly clenched cheeks. "Becky Sears is on the pill too," Mr. Jacobs said. "But do you think Becky Sears has an ass as big as yours?" "No." Elaine shivered inside. Becky Sears didn't have a child and Becky Sears was younger than she was. "Do you remember what I told you the last time Lainey?" Mr. Jacobs asked. "About what Sir?" "That pussy of yours," Mr. Jacob said, pulling the hapless real estate agent off the scales and against this groin. "Is it ready for me? I've heard when a woman gets old she starts to dry up. Do we need to lube you up? I got some motor oil in my truck." Elaine was torn. She didn't want him to know the truth and yet, she felt like she had to in order to keep the bastard from using motor oil on her. Goddamn if she'd let him put motor oil anywhere near her who-ha. But in defending herself, she'd be admitting. Ahhh...too late. His fat fingers went around her hips and to her sex. Sliding up and down her already drenched lips. "I guess it ain't dried up yet is it Lainey?" Mr. Jacobs leered. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. It was so quiet in the house, there wasn't a sound but the two of them breathing. And the sound of his zipper. "A good thing too. Cause I got a little present for you." Oh God. She felt his hard cock against her entrance. She knew he was endowed beast. A fat pig beast. "I can't." Elaine whispered. The head slipped inside. It filled her up like she'd never been filled before. How much cock was in her? "Sure you can," Mr. Jacobs said. "Ain't like you are running out of here and letting Becky Sears take your place." "It's too big.." "It'll fit." "Oh God..." Elaine groaned. It felt great, until even more slipped home. Then she felt uncomfortable. "It won't." "It ain't as big as a baby." Mr. Jacobs panted. "But I bet it's as close as you're ever going to get." Oh God it was big. So big. She felt stretched. She could feel the head bang against her uterus. She would die. She would. But then she felt his stomach against her bottom. She'd done it. He was all the way in. He began to fuck her. Not softly and gently like her husband made love to her. His fat stomach slapped into her back as he drilled her. Slap..slap...slap... His heavy balls jostled inside their sack and slapped her mons with every thrust. Her body began to react to the stimulation despite her revulsion. Her sex quivered. Her clit enlarged and peaked out from its hood, now exposed and getting slapped by her client's ball sack. "Come on wet fish," Mr. Jacobs sneered. "If you want the contract, you better show some excitement." The bastard. She was no wet fish. It was just that that bastard was huge. Like a goddamn mutant or something. But though it was uncomfortable, poor Elaine wanted that sale. She arched her back. She rotated her hips. A breathless moan escaped her lips. She wouldn't. Not with him. Never. She imagined she was painting her nails. She imagined herself changing diapers. She imagined she was doing the dishes. She imagined she was getting fucked. Treated no better than a common whore. Oh shit. That cock. That cock was hitting her places she never knew she had. "Oh God..." she moaned. Her hips began to pump. There was a click of a latch. The front door opened. Oh no! Her eyes grew wide as saucers. She didn't even have time to cover up. "Shit," A guy in coveralls said from the front door. Then: "Steven? Elaine? Sorry...I'll...ah...come back later." "Hey Dave," Steven Jacobs said, never missing a beat. Hands keeping Elaine from moving as he fucked her from behind. His body slapping against hers with every thrust. "Lainey, don't be rude. Say hi to Dave." Elaine blushed a scarlet shade of red. She knew Dave. He was only a contractor, but he'd done work for her before. He knew other agents. God, she was ruined. Even so, there was only one thing she could do now. "Hi Dave, could you-" Come back later, Elaine meant to say. But she never got a chance. Mr. Jacobs grinned slyly and plunged a thick thumb into Elaine's unprepared rear. "Bastard!" Elaine gasped. "..not there..." "Look it this Dave," Mr. Jacobs laughed. "Watch what happens when I stick my thumb up this hot little ass." Dave couldn't help but stare. He couldn't believe a classy woman like Elaine Banner would consort with a man as fat as Mr. Jacobs. Well, other than the fact that Mr. Jacobs had a ton of money. Money could explain nearly anything. "No-oh!" Elaine gasped again. "Oh! Oh!" She tried to gain control over her body, but it was far too late for that. It had already betrayed her. A hot flash, flooded her loins. "Oh!Oh! Oh God!" Her cunt tightened. It danced around Mr. Jacobs hard cock. Hips pumped. Body trembled. Tight rear hole clenched a thick rude thumb. Perfect white teeth bit a questing tongue. Lightning danced through aching loins. It proved far more than Mr. Jacobs could take. His balls tightened, and he flooded her cunt with his sperm. Gushing in her like a geyser. Filling her womb full. She could feel it. Shooting up into her uterus. Filling her to the brim. Even that wasn't enough. He pulled out and shot his sperm over her back. Decorating her in pearly white slime. "Goddamn..you are one hot little fuck Lainey," Mr. Jacobs said, slapping her on the ass, then wiping himself clean on Elaine's ruined panties before finally zipping up. "After you clean this mess up, get dressed and come find me and Dave. I want to show him what I want done in the bathrooms." It was then that Dave saw the size of Mr. Jacobs cock. He'd heard of cocks that big, but never seen one before. Shit. He'd thought the only reason Elaine would be with a guy like that was money. Now, he suspected there was another reason. He looked at Mr. Jacobs with new respect. Elaine could hardly move. It was as if her strength had been sapped. The house was bare. There was no water or power. There was nothing to clean with except her ruined undergarments. She used them to clean off her back first, and then the floor. Then went to the bathroom to get dressed. Thank God she didn't have to do all that with Dave watching her. It was bad enough he'd seen her being taken by that horrible ogre in the first place. She dressed, took a breath to steel her nerves, thought of the money she stood to lose, and went to find Steven and Dave. ________________ In the following months Elaine soon resigned herself to being Mr. Jacobs personal prostitute. Lord knows that was bad enough. But now the bastard expected more. She inspected herself in the mirror. She was barely recognizable to herself. Her hair was much more blond and in a younger cut. Her clothes were a size six. She was formerly a size twelve, but by now had lost enough weight to fit into a snug size eight. But Mr. Jacobs wanted her in a six and so she was. The bastard was picking out her clothes for her now. Like he picked out most everything for her. She was eating less and exercising daily..she had to or suffer looking even more ridiculous in her too small clothes. Even so, she looked like she was going to pop out at any moment. Both up top and down below. Her outfit was the usual real estate agent's standard issue. A matching skirt, blazer, a coordinating blouse and high heels. However, there were key differences. The skirt was so short, it was almost completely hidden by her jacket. Her heels were towering three inch monsters compared to the usual two inches. Small differences, but quite noticeable. Especially to others who knew the difference, like her fellow realtors. They knew. They assumed she was a slut....even though she wasn't. There as only her husband...and Steven Jacobs. She touched up her lipstick and smoothed her hair. She checked in the mirror one final time to be certain Mr. Jacobs hadn't left any evidence. She knew from experience he left a large volume of evidence, and it could turn up where it was least expected. There was a buzz in the kitchen. "Lainey," Mr. Jacobs shouted. "Get the fucking cookies before they burn." "Yes sir," Elaine replied and hurried to the kitchen. Cursing under her breath...she wouldn't be burning cookies if she hadn't been busy giving that rude bastard a quick blowjob before the open house. She took the cookies out and double checked the house. Everything was ready. It was time for the open house. It was the usual open house. She showed it to ten couples. It was only later when she showed it to the recently divorced Jim Barnes, that things took a turn for the worse. "Look at that Mark," Mr. Jacobs asked the prospective client. "Have you ever seen such a view?" The stairs weren't anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that caught Mark's eye was the sight of Elaine's legs that went on for miles and the stocking tops that were easily seen now that she was on the stairs. If he wasn't mistaken, she was either wearing a thong or going commando. "It uh..looks great," Mark blushed, once he realized that the real estate agent had caught him trying to peak under her skirt. He played if off by looking back over the living room and kitchen. The developer nudged him in the ribs and winked. Elaine did her best to ignore the thinly veiled innuendo Steven Jacobs kept dropping. She was doing a good job of it until they went outside. "Lainey, how about going in there and checking out the air handler," Mr. Jacobs said. "Sir?" Elaine couldn't believe her ears. She was dressed to the nines. She wasn't going to go under the house. It was dark. And there were probably spiders. "It isn't necessary," Mark said. "Sure it is," Mr. Jacobs said. "You were wondering about the age of the heat pump. Lainey here can go check out the handler and put your mind at rest." "It really isn't-" "You are interested in the house aren't you?" Mr. Jacob's voice took a hard turn. "You aren't here wasting our time are you?" "Ahhh..no..." "Lainey," Mr. Jacobs said. "Go check it out." "Yes...sir..." Elaine blushed a bright red as she knelt on all fours and crawled underneath the house. "Can you see?" Mr. Jacobs asked, shining his flashlight in front of her briefly before shining it on her bottom. Poor Elaine could tell by her shadow what the bastard was doing. He was showing her off in front of this customer. She tried to pull her skirt down, but in this position and owing to the skirt's small length and width, there was no pulling it down. She blushed furiously. Shit. She wasn't wearing panties. And it was all that damned bastards fault. The only underwear she allowed her to wear were stockings. "How many agents you know that will crawl underneath a filthy house with spiders and crickets?" Mr. Jacobs asked. "None," Mark replied. He'd never in a million years imagine that an attractive middle aged woman like Elaine would climb underneath a dusty old home in her nice clothes. His ex-wife wouldn't in a million years. Shit...she'd hardly put out, much less throw him an occasional blow job. This woman here wasn't even wearing panties...he bet she was more than a little kinky. "That's dedication for you." Mr. Jacobs said. "You want to make her go up on the roof?" "That isn't necessary," Mark quickly said, looking over at the intense look from the fat owner. Surely he was joking, but he couldn't be sure. "Back up Lainey..." Mr. Jacobs said. "Further ..further...now look up..no back and up...what is that right up there...is that mold? I'm going to need to do some further remediation on this property. I want everything 100%." Mold? Part of Mark's brain said that you didn't want mold under a house. But oh God...the real estate agent had backed up...her thighs spread..back arched..as she looked up at the joist. Her asshole was right there...and sex...he would see her lips...everything...oh Jesus Christ. The owner must be gay or something not to realize what sort sexually stimulating position the agent was in right now. Mark glanced over quickly to be sure...no the man seemed oblivious. "No- it's just a stain.." Elaine said, her voice strained from her humiliation. "Are you sure?" Mark said. His balls were beginning to ache Poor Elaine battled with the hem of her tight skirt and bent pack up to check the joist once more. Goddamn it. The customer was interested and now Steven Jacobs had blown it with this talk of mold. There wasn't any mold at this house. There was fucking foundation problems..a roof that would need replacement in the next year or so and poly pipe in the flooring on the second floor. But no mold. She heard the rending even as she felt the release from the tightness binding her thighs. "Shit..." she cursed. "What was that sound..." Mr. Jacobs said, his voice barely managing not to betray his laughter. "Was that the air handler? The goddamn heating and air tech said this system was top notch." "No sir," Elaine whimpered, her face fully flushed in humiliation. "I've..had an accident.." "What happened?" Mr. Jacobs said. "Should I call an ambulance?" "No.." The fat bastard. He knew what had happened and with his mock concern, he was going to make her say it. "I've torn my skirt." "Well...that's no worry...I've torn my pants a time or two myself." Mr. Jacobs nudged Mark in the ribs playfully. "We won't look...we promise." "I..can't come out...I don't have...on any...underclothes..." Elaine stammered. She knew she couldn't stay under the house either. It was dusty and her back and knees were killing her. She checked her skirt...it was a goner. "Well, I'll go to the store and pick you up something to wear," Mr. Jacobs volunteered. "Maybe Mark here can protect you while I'm away." "You could use my shirt temporarily...I have a T-shirt on underneath" Mark offered, quickly unbuttoning his white oxford shirt for the hapless real estate agent. "You could at least come out from under the house and wait in the house." "Perfect, you could finish showing him the rest of the house." Mr. Jacobs said. "I'll be back as soon as I can...an hour or so tops." Poor Elaine was positively mortified. She wanted to hide there underneath the house, but she knew she had to come out sometime. She took Mark's shirt and tried to wrap it around her like a skirt, but it wouldn't reach, so she held it over her front and the remainder of her skirt over her rear. "Can you take me in the back door please?" Elaine plead. "That's what she said..." Steven Jacobs laughed, once more nudging Mark in the ribs. 'Get it...back door..ha ha." "I think she means she doesn't want to be seen by anyone," Mark said helpfully. "I'll go unlock the door." Steven Jacobs waited until Mark was around the corner, and then turned his sly eyes to the poor agent standing there with filthy knees and cobwebs in her hair, doing her best to preserve what little remained of her modesty. "You did good. Now you go in there and sell him that fucking house," Steven warned, as he snatched the tattered remains of Elaines skirt from her. It drew a gasp from the realtor, but she knew better than go for her skirt. "Yes sir." Elaine gulped and tried to gather her courage as she tied the shirt around her bottom, hoping her blouse would cover her privates and went in through the back door, that Mark helpfully held open for her. Sell him a house? Sure she had the opportunity because Mark was chivalrous enough not to leave her until that bastard Steven Jacobs came back. But what if Mark didn't want the house? What if he was just looking? She appraised her potential customer once more. He was doing his best not to stare and trying his damndest to hide his increasingly visible erection. "Why do you let him treat you like that?" Mark asked. Because she needed the money, just like she needed this sale. "Can you turn around a moment please?" Mark chivalrously stood with his back to the very comely real estate agent and grew more nervous as he heard quite a bit more going on behind him than he originally reckoned. Elaine took off her jacket and blouse and donned Mark's oxford shirt. It was a tight fit but it covered all the important bits. Barely. "Okay, I'm done. Thanks." Elaine said. Mark's eyes widened when he saw the real estate agent wearing nothing but stockings and his oxford shirt. "See, Mr. Spenser. If a client wants me to go under the house to check something out, I'm going under the house...regardless of what it does to my stockings or dress." Elaine put her leg on the end table and began to roll her ruined stockings down her leg. And if a client want the house inspected...I get the best damned inspector in town. Do you have an agent yet? Maybe a friend has their license and wants to show you a few homes? Answer me this? Will they crawl under the house for you? In these heels?" "Ahhh....no," Mark squeaked. His shirt barely covered the real estate agent...she wore nothing but his shirt and a pair of red pumps. The kind of pumps that made his heart pound in his chest. "Would you like me to be your agent?" Elaine said, as she bent at the waist and opened her briefcase. The Short Sale Oh sweet Jesus! The pretty blond agent's ass was there as pretty as you please. Her puss...oh her puss.. "Yes..." Mark's voice shook in answer. He hadn't been laid since he divorced his wife. Shit...it'd been years since he'd had a good fucking. "Sign here please..." Elaine said, putting the papers down and handing Mark a pen. Mark signed his name on several documents, never bothering to read them. Luckily, it was just a standard agency form. Elaine smiled. She could smell cash money and it made her loins hot. Shit, she'd been hot since sucking of Steven Jacobs before the open house and hotter still when he made her crawl underneath the house and show off her naughty bits for a complete stranger. "This is a great house," Elaine said, giving Mark a copy of the documents and placing the rest in her briefcase. She slowly walked around the room, her ass swaying sexily with her every step. "I can tell you right now, we could look in any comparable neighborhood and you won't find a better price per square foot." Which was the truth. Steven Jacobs bought homes on that very formula. Oh, there were other problems to be sure, some very big problems in some cases, but price per square foot wasn't one of them. Elaine was so close, Mark could feel the heat of her body. Smell her hair. She was yummy. And she was so very close to him. "Where are you staying now?" Elaine said. "An..ah...hotel," Mark stammered, his cheeks growing red. He was ashamed to tell this very attractive agent that he was staying in a hotel. He was looking for an apartment, at least till he could find a house. But an apartment needed to be furnished." "You know, the furniture can stay." Elaine said. "Or go. It's up to you." Goddamn. Her leg was in between his now. She could feel his hardness on her thigh. She had to be able to. "Would you like it to stay ...or go?" Elaine said. "Stay," Mark breathed. Meaning Elaine, not the furniture. "This place is the best you are going to find," Elaine said, as she slowly unbuckled Mark's belt. "And you deserve the best, don't you Mr. Hendersen?" "I don't know," Mark said. He felt like he deserved the best, but he'd been on the bad end of the deal for a good three years now. He'd grown bored with his marriage, been caught running around, dumped his girlfriend, endured two years of marriage counseling, only to be served divorce papers. Zippp....Oh goddamn. She was unzipping his pants. "You deserve the best Mr. Hendersen." Elaine assured him. "Now I want to hear you say it." "I..deserve..." It sounded so silly. He blushed and couldn't continue. Oh God. She'd taken his cock out. Her soft hands cradled his hardness. Shit. What if that fat bastard came in while she had him like this. It would be embarrassing. The danger lent an extra thrill to his already sexually charged state. She was kneeling now and looking up at him with big blue eyes. She looked at him expectantly, her hand jacking him with expert precision. "The best..." Mark groaned. Dear Lord, she sucked him in. Took him in all in one go. Oh fuck yeah. His wife didn't like giving head. His girlfriend had, but this woman put her to shame. "That's it." Elaine said. "Say it again." "I deserve the best," Mark said it all in one go this time. He felt less stupid. His cheeks were only red because he was hot. Hot and gonna gush a big one. He ran his hands in Elaine's blond hair. "Again," Elaine said between sucks. "I deserve the best." Mark said. This time he felt it. He deserved the best. He deserved more than he'd gotten in the last few years. Much more. He deserved this. Getting sucked off. He deserved this fucking house. It was a great house. A little expensive, but it was only money. Only money. Hell, he wanted a new car. "I deserve the best. I deserve the best." Mark repeated, his hips beginning to thrust. In and out. In and out. "Oh fuck...that feels so good. Oh God...hold...on...I'm close...I'm close..." He didn't want to cum in her mouth. He knew how much his ex-wife hated it. He tried to pull out, but she held him fast. Sucked harder. Faster. Oh fuck...she was going to be pissed. He came...oh he came. Again and again into her hot sucking mouth. Only she didn't pull away and wrinkle her face in disgust like his ex-wife did. She sucked him as he came. Sucked and sucked. Then he heard her swallow. With big blue eyes staring at him the whole time, she cleaned his prick with her tongue. "Do you like it?" Elaine asked, as she gently tucked his member back in his pants and zipped him up. "Yes..." God, did he ever. "The house..." Elaine said, standing up and buckling his belt once more. "It's nice. It's great. It's just more than I wanted...to err...pay..with all that's going on right now." Mark blushed. It was a great house. It really was. The kind of house he wished he'd picked out instead of the house he settled for because his ex-wife liked it. "Remember what I said," Elaine said. "What do you deserve?" "The best." Mark said. "Then don't worry about the price." He had to worry about the price. He nodded though. He felt it was expected. "I gave you a little taste..." Elaine said, rubbing Mark's crotch through his pants. "Now, I don't want you to think I'm bribing you to buy this house. I want to help you find the best house. The house of your dreams. We'll look as much as you want." And she would. Mr. Jacobs had homes all over the county. She was sure she could find one Mark liked. Elaine's cheeks flushed a bright red as she continued. "I know I'm not as pretty or young as your ex-wife. But...well...when you buy...well...you can have me....anyway you want me." "Ahh.." Mark was speechless. This was it. Jesus Christ. He wanted something. Oh he'd wanted something for quite some time. Something his wife and even his girlfriend had never known. He blushed. He could never tell this woman, this stranger, his secret fantasies. But he would have to. He'd never have this chance again. He was sure of it. "What is it?" Elaine said. "Remember what I said. What do you deserve?" "The best." Mark said, feeling his confidence rise only a little. "And the only way I can make sure you get that, is if you tell me exactly what it is you want. It's just like buying a house." "You can't tell anyone." Mark said with a furious blush. "It will be our little secret," Elaine said. "Agent client privilege." She made the last part up, but it sounded true and that was what counted. And so Mark told her. Elaine almost giggled. Almost. She couldn't believe her luck. She expected he'd want to fuck her in her bottom. Instead, he wanted something quite different. Something very kinky. Something she was actually looking forward to doing. Especially after taking so much abuse from Mr. Jacobs, it was going to be a nice change of pace. "I think I know what Markie wants. And is this the house you want?" Elaine asked, her grip tightened on his soft cock. "My little slut boy." "Yes." He squeaked. "Then we'll do it right here." Elaine said. "Once the paper work goes through." Her grip tightened even more. Enough to make Mark's knees grow weak. "And slut...I don't have any of that perverted stuff that we need to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. So I want you to be a good little boy slut and go buy it. And I want something sexy to wear. Something black...and leather." Elaine's other hand went behind Mark and slid between his cheeks. "Whatever cock you decide you want me to wear...I want you to get one size bigger. Okay Marky?" "Yes..." His cock was hard as a rock once more. She slapped his face. Not to hard. But hard enough. "Yes what?" Elaine demanded. "Yes mistress." "We are going to have fun little slut boy." Elaine said. "The best....now let's talk business. How much do you want to offer for the house? And while you think about it, why don't you get on your knees and suck each of my pretty toes for me." "Mistress..what if ahh...Steven comes in?" Mark gasped. "You worry about my toes," Elaine said, as she began to fill out the required paperwork. "I'll worry about Steven." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was an hour later when Steven Jacobs finally arrived and Mark had finally departed. Licking his thick fat lips, he leered as he held up a very small dress. "It was all I could find." His eyes twinkled. "I can't wear that home," Elaine's cheeks burned a bright red. "I sold the house. Go get me another dress. Something decent." "It's fine." Mr. Jacobs said. "You can't be sure it's all that bad without putting it on." "Mr. Jacobs...I ...can't." Elaine panted as she stripped naked and began to put the dress on. God it was indecent. She could never wear that home. She looked like a prostitute, not a real estate agent. "Mark would divorce me for sure." "You're a smart cookie," Steven said. "I'm sure you can think of something to tell him." "I can't." Elaine begged. But her mind was already on the case. She could tell Mark she dressed up for him. She felt Steven's hands on her body. Making it so hard to think. "Where did you let him fuck you?" Mr. Jacobs asked. "Cuz I ain't havin' no sloppy seconds." The bastard. He didn't have a right to know. Besides, he'd put her up to it. He'd find out. She didn't have it in her to fight anymore. "My mouth." "Good," Mr. Jacobs said, as he bent the real estate agent over the couch. "Because I have a deposit to make." Elaine shuddered at the thought of going home freshly fucked in such a tiny dress. It made her drip like honey. God how she hated that man.