PropertySex – Client finds out fine real estate agent is high class escort

The sultry brunette real estate agent stood proudly before the lavish client, her form-fitting dress accentuating every curve in all the right ways. “This property is a hidden gem,” she purred, her voice dripping with wit and charm. “The vaulted ceilings, the marble floors, the massive walk-in closet…” She paused, letting the grandeur sink in. “It’s everything you’ve been searching for, Mr. Thompson.”

Oliver Thompson, a middle-aged businessman with a penchant for the finer things, felt his eyes rove over the perfection that was the estate before him. Yet, amidst the opulence, a creeping unease tickled his subconscious. There was something…off about this real estate agent. He couldn’t quite place it, but a niggling feeling persisted.

After a thorough tour, the pair retired to the master bedroom, where tension crackled like electricity between them. “Well, Mr. Thompson,” the sultry siren murmured, “what do you think? Shall I start drafting the paperwork?”

Oliver hesitated, then shook his head. “Actually, there’s something I need to ask you first.” He fumbled through his pocket and produced a folded piece of paper, shoving it unceremoniously into her elegantly manicured hands.

The realtor unfolded the paper, her eyes growing wide as saucers. On the page was a five-by-seven glossy headshot of a curvaceous woman wearing nothing but a tiny scrap of lace. The woman…was her. The same woman standing before him.

“This…this can’t be right,” she stammered, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. “There must be some mistake!”

Oliver smirked, a glint of something wicked in his eye. “Oh, I don’t think so. Looks like our little realtor might have a secret career…one involving a whole lot less clothes than what she’s wearing.”

The woman’s gaze darted around the room, desperation evident on her face. “You can’t tell anyone about this. Please, it would ruin me. My reputation, my career…my marriage…”

Oliver allowed a low, rumbling chuckle to escape his lips. He stepped forward, backing her against the lavish mahogany dresser. “Well now, I’m sure we could come to an arrangement that would keep all that information between us.” His hand snaked out, eagerly pawing at her perky chest. “One that would benefit both of us.”

She gulped, her eyes wild with fear and something darker…desire. “What do you mean?” The words trembled out as Oliver’s hand drifted lower, skimming over the hem of her too-tight dress.

“I mean, I’m willing to keep your little secret behind closed doors…” He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her ear, “If you’re willing to give me a more thorough tour of this property.”

The realtor shuddered, her resolve crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. “You…you want me to have sex with you?”

Oliver’s laughter was rich and full of promise. “I want you to do more than that, my dear. I want you to give me a literal tour, using every inch of this estate to satisfying me.” With that, his hand shot up to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose the slim column of her throat.

She gasped as he claimed her mouth, his skillful tongue plundering the sweet recesses. His other hand was busy, hiking up her dress and hooking her panties to the side. The experience flashed before her eyes – her husband at home, innocently preparing their dinner. Her little girl, just beginning her first day at school. Her perfect life, about to come crashing down because of this man’s insatiable appetite.

The thought should have horrified her, should have made her knees go weak with dread. But instead, a slow heat began to uncurl in her core. Before she knew what was happening, she was shoving at the buttons on Oliver’s crisp shirt, her hands Itching to feel the hot skin underneath.

He broke the kiss with a smirk, admiring his handiwork. The realtor stood before him, chest heaving, lips swollen, and eyes glazed over with lust. “I knew you’d see things my way,” he purred, giving her hair a punishing tug. “Now be a good girl and show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do.”

With a yank, he pulled her down to the floor, guiding her head into the generous bulge at the front of his trousers. The realtor complied eagerly, tugging down the zipper with trembling fingers. She purred as his length sprang free, eyeing it like a starving woman eyeing a prime rib. With a low, wanton moan, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lap at the broad head.

In and out, the realtor’s head bobbed as she worked Oliver’s thick shaft. Her hands flew to his thighs, gripping them like a lifeline as she took him deeper still. He groaned, tipping his head back and savoring the warm wetness enveloping him. “That’s it, baby,” he ground out, “Take every inch of me. Give me that pretty little throat.”

The realtor tried her damndest to comply, stretching her jaw until a painful popping sensation accompanied each thrust. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Not when he felt this good. Not when his taste was so divine.

“You’re such a good little whore,” Oliver praised, guiding her head up and down in a relentless pace. “I knew there was more to you than meets the eye. This is what you were born to do, isn’t it? Suck dick for rich men?”

The realtor couldn’t respond, her mouth stuffed full of his rock-hard flesh. But she made a noise in her throat that sounded vaguely like agreement, her hands flying to his balls and giving them a stroke in an attempt to entice him to fuck her face faster.

Oliver obliged, setting a brutal pace as he forced himself in and out of her hot little mouth. Strings of drool leaked out to mat her hair as the intensity of his thrusts increased, but still, she took him like a champ. Her throat bobbing obscenely as she feasted on his cock.

“F-fuck,” he stuttered, his pace becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your fucking throat with jizz and you’re going to swallow it like a good little cumslut.”

The realtor moaned against his shaft, her pussy clenching at the filthy words that spilled from his lips. She wanted it. God, did she want it. She wanted to feel his hot seed splashing against the back of her throat. Needed it, even.

So she doubled her efforts, drooling around him shamelessly as she begged him to give her his load. “Please,” she tried to say around his girth, “Please come in my throat. I need it so bad.”

With an animalistic grunt, Oliver obliged, his cock twitching and pulsing as it released a torrent of hot, sticky seed. The realtor gulped and swallowed, her throat working rhythmically to milk every last drop from his spasming shaft. When he finally pulled free, she sat back and licked her lips, savoring the salty flavor still lingering on her tongue.

“You’re a natural,” Oliver chuckled, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers. “I knew you’d be good at this. But I bet I can make you even better.”

The realtor looked up at him, her eyes wide and shining with anticipation, hungry for more. “What do you mean?” Her voice was hoarse from the ruthless fucking of her throat, but she didn’t seem to care.

Oliver reached down, grasping her under the arms and lifting her to her feet with a wicked grin. “I mean,” he purred, “That you’re about to get a tour of every room in this house…and I’ll be driving my cock into you in every. single. one.”

The realtor gasped, excitement and trepidation warring on her face. “I don’t know if I can take it…” she breathed, but the way her hand snaked down to rub at her dripping slit told a different story.

Oliver just laughed, a dark and sinful sound. “You don’t have a choice, slut. You’re mine now. Now get on that bed and spread your legs. It’s time to continue your orientation.”

And so the realtor began the most scandalous tour of her life, naked and aching on the bed as Oliver popped the cork on a fresh bottle of champagne and slid between her legs, ready to celebrate his good fortune – and extort her soul.

And the best part? He made sure to mark every room, discreetly scrawling ‘PropertySex’ on the walls and leaving his sticky seed on every surface. Just in case anyone needed a little extra proof that this house had been thoroughly, completely defiled.

The end