Scarlett Sommers Needs Her Damaged Table To Be Fixed, And She Will Pay With Her Sweet Pussy

The sun beat down on the quiet suburbs as Scarlett Sommers pulled her beat-up Camaro into the exclusive gated community. Her destination was an unassuming two-story home with a “For Sale” sign out front. As a real estate agent, Scarlett knew this was her lucky day – the owner had messaged in a panic claiming his dining table was badly damaged and needed immediate repair. No explanations given, just “you can pay me whatever way you want, just make the table look good again.”

Scarlett checked her reflection in the rearview mirror, making sure her blonde hair was perfectly coiffed and her low-cut blouse was showing just the right amount of cleavage. She hopped out of the car in her short, tight skirt, giving her butt a little wiggle as she walked up the front steps. Before she could knock, the door swung open to reveal her client – a tall, broad-shouldered man with a day’s worth of scruff. His eyes immediately dropped to her ample chest, glinting with hunger.

“Miss Sommers, right on time,” he purred. “Please, come in.” He stepped aside, allowing her to entrance the dimly lit foyer. The scent of cinnamon and leather perfumed the air. “The table is this way.”

Scarlett followed him into a spacious living room. There, in the center, was the damaged dining table – a stunning piece of oak with intricate carvings along the edges. She knelt down to examine the cracks and deep gouges marring its surface. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she lightly traced the wood’s damaged surface.

“Looks like someone went a little crazy with a knife,” she mused. “Fixing this will be quite the challenge. But don’t worry, I always find a way.”

The man, who had been staring at her ass as she bent over, stepped closer. “I have faith that you can do it. And I’m willing to pay… comfortably.” His hand came to rest on her lower back, heat radiating from his touch.

Scarlett stood up slowly, arching her back to press her barely-restrained breasts against his chest. “Is that so? And what kind of ‘comfortable’ payment were you thinking?”

Flush crept up his neck as he met her smoldering gaze. “Name your price, darling. I’m sure we can come to an agreeable arrangement.”

She reached up and looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body flush against his. “Well, lucky for you, my price isn’t money. No, I have a different kind of payment in mind.”

With a wicked grin, she started undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes as she pushed the fabric off his broad shoulders. Her hands explored the rigid muscles of his chest and stomach, nails gently raking his skin. He shuddered at her touch, hands finding her hips and squeezing.

“Jesus, woman, you’re playing with fire,” he growled, slipping her bodice down to expose more of her creamy skin.

“Oh, but I do like the way you burn,” she replied sultrily, nibbling his earlobe. Her fingers traced the waistband of his jeans and he sucked in a harsh breath. In one swift motion, she yanked opened his fly and wrapped her hand around his thick, throbbing erection. He bucked into her touch with a low moan.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours isn’t the only thing you know how to do,” he panted, grabbing her ass and grinding her against him. “Gonna wreck that tight pussy.”

Scarlett shivered in anticipation as he pushed up her skirt and ripped away her delicate panties. The cool air kissed her soaked folds and she gasped. He lifted her up and set her on the table, pushing apart her thighs. The hard length of him prodded her entrance as he captured her lips in a searing kiss, devouring her moans and whimpers.

His cockhead breached her, stretching her deliciously as he slowly pressed inside. She tossed her head back with a wanton cry, nails digging into his back. He sheathed himself fully in one powerful thrust and began fucking her harder, shoving the table across the floor.

“Yes, just like that!” she screamed, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Fuck me harder!”

He grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders, allowing him to plunge even deeper. Beads of sweat slid down his heaving chest as he panted her name, losing himself in the exquisite tightness of her pussy. Incoherent pleas poured from her lips as she climbed rapidly towards climax.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” she wailed seconds before her walls clamped down on him and her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm.

He followed shortly after with a roar, cock jerking as he poured hot seed deep inside her. They collapsed together onto the table, chests heaving from exertion. After a moment, Scarlett untangled herself and stood on wobbly legs. She pulled her clothes back into place, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“There. The table looks much better,” she purred. “And I think we made quite the arrangement, don’t you?”

The man could only nod dumbly, all his blood currently rerouted south. He’d never cared about that damn table to begin with, but after that mind-blowing quickie, he’d pay any price to have Scarlett Sommers rau future property searches. She winked before sauntering out the door and back to her car, leaving a very satisfied client to clean himself up…while wondering what other “services” she might offer. All in a day’s work for Scarlett!