MILF Real Estate Agent Becomes a Whore for Listings Part 1
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I was sitting in my little one-man office in a multi-tenant office when I looked up and saw an impeccably sexy and well-dressed business woman standing in the office doorway across from mine. She had on a smart ensemble, consisting of a light tan skirt, with an above the knee cut, a button-down silky white blouse, accentuated with a string of pearl-like beads hanging from her neck and a tan-colored blazer. Her bleached blonde hair curled at the ends, as it hung to the middle of her back. Her six-inch spiked stilettos were a nice touch to accentuate her stockingless long bronze legs.
She was staring into the office across the hall, saying nothing. I waited for her to take a step out. I nodded my head as she glanced in my direction. She smiled and nodded back.
Eye connection is a great thing when it happens at the right moment.
I returned my attention to my work. Suddenly, I heard a female voice say, “HI, I’m Jennifer.”
I looked up to see her extending an arm and hand, all business-like, in my direction. I stood and introduced myself, lightly squeezing her hand in mine.
“What do you do?” she inquired.
“I work in media communications,” I replied. “I am the voice of the small business when they need media advice and media help.”
Jennifer said she was a real estate agent. I sat behind my desk as she stood in my doorway and we chatted. She was just moving in, temporarily, as her permanent offices were still being constructed. She fingered her pearl-drop necklace as we chatted, unwittingly drawing my attention to her chest. Even though her breasts were professionally tucked away behind her white satin shirt and a brassiere, there was no denying their likeability.
Her glossy light pink lipstick was enticing, all by itself. Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing. I was glad I was seated.
Our conversation was pretty business-oriented, until she asked if I had kids.
“Just one,” I replied, “he is fixing to turn eighteen.”
Jennifer reached into the purse she had hanging from her shoulder and pulled out her phone. “This is mine,” Jennifer remarked as she extended her hand and showed her phone. “She is seventeen.”
“I can see where she gets her good looks,” I replied.
Jennifer smiled.
“Thanks, but I don’t think she takes after me. She is more like her father than me.”
“Maybe in temperament,” I replied, “But she is an exact copy of you in every other aspect.”
Jennifer blushed as she stuffed her phone back into her purse. “She can be a handful,” Jennifer said.
“I can imagine. You’re probably the same way, but won’t admit it.”
As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, I realized they'd come out a bit critical, so I very quickly proffered an apology.
“No,” Jennifer replied, “you’re probably right. It’s probably the reason I am a single mom. I know I am difficult, but that’s just the way I am. You have to take the good with the bad.”
I was happy to hear she wasn’t offended.
“What about you?” Jennifer inquired, “are you married?”
“Yes,” I replied, “for the time being and as long as I mind my manners.”
Jennifer smiled, a lone finger hooked into her pear-drop necklace.
“Well,” she said, “I have to go, but it will be nice knowing you’re right next door if I need rescuing.”
Our conversation was all too short. As quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared.
A few days passed and I didn’t see or hear from Jennifer. I stopped off at my office on a Saturday and, to my surprise, saw her sitting in her office, working on a computer.
“Good morning most beautiful,” I good naturedly called out as I slipped the key into my office door.
“You scared the crap out of me!” Jennifer responded.
“My sincere apologies,” I replied, stepping into my office.
I hit the reboot on the computer and, while waiting for it to boot up, I casually asked, my voice carrying out the open door and across the hall, “Have you had breakfast?”
“Yes, thank you,” she replied.
I logged on to my computer and brought up some reports. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a figure standing in my doorway. I looked up and saw it was Jennifer. She had on some very nice looking, very tight, sexy blue jean shorts and a tight-fitting button-down white shirt. I could tell right away that she was braless, as her perky nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt. The top three buttons were unfastened, revealing a good bit of luscious cleavage.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, one hand on her hip. “My daughter said these shorts are insanely obscene. Do you think they are obscene?”
I was prepared to answer any question but not the one she asked.
I stared straight ahead at her shorts. “Turn around and I’ll let you know,” I replied.
I had to be honest. “Yes,” I wryly replied, smiling, “they are insanely obscene, but I’m not complaining.”
Jennifer stood with her hands on her hips. “You would say that!”
She unsnapped the top button of her shorts and peeled them down slightly. “No,” she shot back, “this is insanely obscene!”
Suddenly, she turned to walk back to her office, without saying anything else. What the heck? Was this some sort of test? If it was, I felt stiffed.
“Hey,” I called out, “that’s not fair.”
She turned. “What’s not fair?”
“You can’t tease me like that,” I said.
“Tease you?” she said, stepping back into the frame work of my office door, hands on her hips. “Did you just call me a ‘tease’?”
Uh oh, I thought, I am in trouble now. My mind was stuck and I couldn’t get the apologetic words out fast enough.
“I am not a ‘tease’!” Jennifer continued, stepping further into my office, glaring at me. “If that is what you think, you are SO wrong!”
My office door slammed shut and I was looking at a very determined woman.
“I’m really sorry,” I managed to blurt as she rounded my desk, never taking her eyes off of me. She stopped right in front, hands on her hips, looking down at me. She placed a foot next to my instep and forced my legs apart. She stepped between them, and pressed her leg right against my crotch.
“An apology is not going to get you out of this,” she remarked with a scowl. Then, without saying a word, she stripped out of her blouse, and tossed it on my desk. She had perfect 36C cup breasts with eraser-tip nipples perched on top.
“You do like breasts,” she said, as she placed her hands on the arms of my office chair and leaned in towards me. I was leaning back as far as I could in my chair. Her boobs were in front of me, our faces mere inches apart. I was, for the first time in my life, speechless.
Her hand found the bulge that had formed in my crotch. She grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze. “I see that you do,” she said, answering her own question.
Biting down on her luscious lower lip, she worked her hands to my belt buckle. In an instant, she had my stiff cock in her hand and was stroking it.
I unbuttoned my shirt. She wasted no time going for my chest, planting kisses all over me. I managed to lift my posterior up enough to allow her to remove my jeans and my boxer shorts. On her knees between my parted legs, she proceeded to give a blow job like nothing I had ever experienced before. Oh my gawd! Somehow, she knew I was ready to explode, so she stopped and stood in front of me.
She turned her back and slowly slipped her shorts and underwear down her long legs, while peeking back at me. Her shaved pussy came into view, glistening with small droplets of moisture. She stepped out of her shorts and underwear and I watched as she inserted a lone finger into her bright pink pussy, parting the outer lips and giving me a tease of things to come.
She backed her cute ass up and settled down on my lap, my cock pressing up against the outer part of her very wet pussy. Placing her hands on my knees, she slowly worked her ass back and forth, my cock twitching in response.
She reached between her legs and held on to my steel rod, as she worked herself along my elongated shaft. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped and looked back at me.
“Did you really call me a ‘tease’? she asked.
“Oh hell, no,” I replied, lying through my teeth.
“I think you did,” she shot back, “and I don’t think you realize that I get whatever I want, on my terms, not yours.”
She stood and faced me, putting her hands back on the arms of my chair as she leaned in and looked at me, my stiff cock arching up towards my stomach.
“If you ever want to fuck me,” she said, “make sure you’re nice to me.”
Oh Jesus! I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was being abandoned right at the worst possible moment.
“I can beg,” I pleaded.
She looked at me and smiled.
“Bark like a dog,” she said.
I did my best dog bark.
“Howl like a dog,” she demanded.
I howled. God, did I howl!
“Now, whimper,” she demanded.
I did my best whimper.
“Lay down on your desk, on your back!” she ordered.
I couldn’t get on to my desk fast enough. My pen holder, files and my notes quickly found their way to the floor.
Jennifer straddled me, putting a knee on either side of my head, her pussy above my face. “Lick it,” she demanded, as she lowered herself on to my face.
On my gawd! I slipped my tongue on to her pussy as she leaned forward and took my cock into her manicured fingers, teasingly playing with me. I licked her into a freaking frenzy, her body tensing up and shaking. My face was soon covered with her pussy juices.
Fuck it. I needed to have my turn at being pleasured.
“Go easy,” she requested, slipping off the desk. I had her bend over the desk and spread her legs.
“I don’t do anal stuff,” she said.
“Shut up,“ I replied, bending her forward at the waist and sliding my ten inch cock deep into her very wet pussy. She took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled as I worked my cock in and out of her. She trembled slightly as I pushed my pelvis against her ass.
By the time I'd made my third or fourth deep plunge, she let out a primal moan, her entire body locking up, her fists turning white.
“Oh fuck, I’m cuming,” she exclaimed. That was what I wanted to hear.
I couldn’t hold back and filled her to overflowing as I held on to her tightly. She lowered her head and let out a forced breath. She collapsed forward on the desk, arms folded under her head, blonde hair spread everywhere.
“You’re the best tease I have ever fucked,” I said, pulling out of her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You’re not half bad either.”
We cleaned up and I asked her if she wanted a bite to eat. After grabbing a burger, we ended up back at her house for round two. After a quick shower, I managed to find my way back home.
I smiled and kissed my wife of fifteen years on the cheek as I walked into the kitchen.
“Okay,” Natalie asked, “what do you want?”
Maybe it was guilt or maybe I was just in a good mood, but we had some of the best sex ever that night. Either way, I was hitting on all strokes and that was a very good confidence booster.
She was staring into the office across the hall, saying nothing. I waited for her to take a step out. I nodded my head as she glanced in my direction. She smiled and nodded back.
Eye connection is a great thing when it happens at the right moment.
I returned my attention to my work. Suddenly, I heard a female voice say, “HI, I’m Jennifer.”
I looked up to see her extending an arm and hand, all business-like, in my direction. I stood and introduced myself, lightly squeezing her hand in mine.
“What do you do?” she inquired.
“I work in media communications,” I replied. “I am the voice of the small business when they need media advice and media help.”
Jennifer said she was a real estate agent. I sat behind my desk as she stood in my doorway and we chatted. She was just moving in, temporarily, as her permanent offices were still being constructed. She fingered her pearl-drop necklace as we chatted, unwittingly drawing my attention to her chest. Even though her breasts were professionally tucked away behind her white satin shirt and a brassiere, there was no denying their likeability.
Her glossy light pink lipstick was enticing, all by itself. Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing. I was glad I was seated.
Our conversation was pretty business-oriented, until she asked if I had kids.
“Just one,” I replied, “he is fixing to turn eighteen.”
Jennifer reached into the purse she had hanging from her shoulder and pulled out her phone. “This is mine,” Jennifer remarked as she extended her hand and showed her phone. “She is seventeen.”
“I can see where she gets her good looks,” I replied.
Jennifer smiled.
“Thanks, but I don’t think she takes after me. She is more like her father than me.”
“Maybe in temperament,” I replied, “But she is an exact copy of you in every other aspect.”
Jennifer blushed as she stuffed her phone back into her purse. “She can be a handful,” Jennifer said.
“I can imagine. You’re probably the same way, but won’t admit it.”
As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, I realized they'd come out a bit critical, so I very quickly proffered an apology.
“No,” Jennifer replied, “you’re probably right. It’s probably the reason I am a single mom. I know I am difficult, but that’s just the way I am. You have to take the good with the bad.”
I was happy to hear she wasn’t offended.
“What about you?” Jennifer inquired, “are you married?”
“Yes,” I replied, “for the time being and as long as I mind my manners.”
Jennifer smiled, a lone finger hooked into her pear-drop necklace.
“Well,” she said, “I have to go, but it will be nice knowing you’re right next door if I need rescuing.”
Our conversation was all too short. As quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared.
A few days passed and I didn’t see or hear from Jennifer. I stopped off at my office on a Saturday and, to my surprise, saw her sitting in her office, working on a computer.
“Good morning most beautiful,” I good naturedly called out as I slipped the key into my office door.
“You scared the crap out of me!” Jennifer responded.
“My sincere apologies,” I replied, stepping into my office.
I hit the reboot on the computer and, while waiting for it to boot up, I casually asked, my voice carrying out the open door and across the hall, “Have you had breakfast?”
“Yes, thank you,” she replied.
I logged on to my computer and brought up some reports. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a figure standing in my doorway. I looked up and saw it was Jennifer. She had on some very nice looking, very tight, sexy blue jean shorts and a tight-fitting button-down white shirt. I could tell right away that she was braless, as her perky nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt. The top three buttons were unfastened, revealing a good bit of luscious cleavage.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, one hand on her hip. “My daughter said these shorts are insanely obscene. Do you think they are obscene?”
I was prepared to answer any question but not the one she asked.
I stared straight ahead at her shorts. “Turn around and I’ll let you know,” I replied.
I had to be honest. “Yes,” I wryly replied, smiling, “they are insanely obscene, but I’m not complaining.”
Jennifer stood with her hands on her hips. “You would say that!”
She unsnapped the top button of her shorts and peeled them down slightly. “No,” she shot back, “this is insanely obscene!”
Suddenly, she turned to walk back to her office, without saying anything else. What the heck? Was this some sort of test? If it was, I felt stiffed.
“Hey,” I called out, “that’s not fair.”
She turned. “What’s not fair?”
“You can’t tease me like that,” I said.
“Tease you?” she said, stepping back into the frame work of my office door, hands on her hips. “Did you just call me a ‘tease’?”
Uh oh, I thought, I am in trouble now. My mind was stuck and I couldn’t get the apologetic words out fast enough.
“I am not a ‘tease’!” Jennifer continued, stepping further into my office, glaring at me. “If that is what you think, you are SO wrong!”
My office door slammed shut and I was looking at a very determined woman.
“I’m really sorry,” I managed to blurt as she rounded my desk, never taking her eyes off of me. She stopped right in front, hands on her hips, looking down at me. She placed a foot next to my instep and forced my legs apart. She stepped between them, and pressed her leg right against my crotch.
“An apology is not going to get you out of this,” she remarked with a scowl. Then, without saying a word, she stripped out of her blouse, and tossed it on my desk. She had perfect 36C cup breasts with eraser-tip nipples perched on top.
“You do like breasts,” she said, as she placed her hands on the arms of my office chair and leaned in towards me. I was leaning back as far as I could in my chair. Her boobs were in front of me, our faces mere inches apart. I was, for the first time in my life, speechless.
Her hand found the bulge that had formed in my crotch. She grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze. “I see that you do,” she said, answering her own question.
Biting down on her luscious lower lip, she worked her hands to my belt buckle. In an instant, she had my stiff cock in her hand and was stroking it.
I unbuttoned my shirt. She wasted no time going for my chest, planting kisses all over me. I managed to lift my posterior up enough to allow her to remove my jeans and my boxer shorts. On her knees between my parted legs, she proceeded to give a blow job like nothing I had ever experienced before. Oh my gawd! Somehow, she knew I was ready to explode, so she stopped and stood in front of me.
She turned her back and slowly slipped her shorts and underwear down her long legs, while peeking back at me. Her shaved pussy came into view, glistening with small droplets of moisture. She stepped out of her shorts and underwear and I watched as she inserted a lone finger into her bright pink pussy, parting the outer lips and giving me a tease of things to come.
She backed her cute ass up and settled down on my lap, my cock pressing up against the outer part of her very wet pussy. Placing her hands on my knees, she slowly worked her ass back and forth, my cock twitching in response.
She reached between her legs and held on to my steel rod, as she worked herself along my elongated shaft. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped and looked back at me.
“Did you really call me a ‘tease’? she asked.
“Oh hell, no,” I replied, lying through my teeth.
“I think you did,” she shot back, “and I don’t think you realize that I get whatever I want, on my terms, not yours.”
She stood and faced me, putting her hands back on the arms of my chair as she leaned in and looked at me, my stiff cock arching up towards my stomach.
“If you ever want to fuck me,” she said, “make sure you’re nice to me.”
Oh Jesus! I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was being abandoned right at the worst possible moment.
“I can beg,” I pleaded.
She looked at me and smiled.
“Bark like a dog,” she said.
I did my best dog bark.
“Howl like a dog,” she demanded.
I howled. God, did I howl!
“Now, whimper,” she demanded.
I did my best whimper.
“Lay down on your desk, on your back!” she ordered.
I couldn’t get on to my desk fast enough. My pen holder, files and my notes quickly found their way to the floor.
Jennifer straddled me, putting a knee on either side of my head, her pussy above my face. “Lick it,” she demanded, as she lowered herself on to my face.
On my gawd! I slipped my tongue on to her pussy as she leaned forward and took my cock into her manicured fingers, teasingly playing with me. I licked her into a freaking frenzy, her body tensing up and shaking. My face was soon covered with her pussy juices.
Fuck it. I needed to have my turn at being pleasured.
“Go easy,” she requested, slipping off the desk. I had her bend over the desk and spread her legs.
“I don’t do anal stuff,” she said.
“Shut up,“ I replied, bending her forward at the waist and sliding my ten inch cock deep into her very wet pussy. She took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled as I worked my cock in and out of her. She trembled slightly as I pushed my pelvis against her ass.
By the time I'd made my third or fourth deep plunge, she let out a primal moan, her entire body locking up, her fists turning white.
“Oh fuck, I’m cuming,” she exclaimed. That was what I wanted to hear.
I couldn’t hold back and filled her to overflowing as I held on to her tightly. She lowered her head and let out a forced breath. She collapsed forward on the desk, arms folded under her head, blonde hair spread everywhere.
“You’re the best tease I have ever fucked,” I said, pulling out of her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You’re not half bad either.”
We cleaned up and I asked her if she wanted a bite to eat. After grabbing a burger, we ended up back at her house for round two. After a quick shower, I managed to find my way back home.
I smiled and kissed my wife of fifteen years on the cheek as I walked into the kitchen.
“Okay,” Natalie asked, “what do you want?”
Maybe it was guilt or maybe I was just in a good mood, but we had some of the best sex ever that night. Either way, I was hitting on all strokes and that was a very good confidence booster.
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