PropertySex – Fine ass real estate agent agrees to fuck for sale

PropertySex – Fine Ass Real Estate Agent Agrees to Fuck for Sale

The ice queen of real estate, Carla pantsuit West, was known for her no-nonsense, ballsy attitude. Her stringent criteria left frustrated clients in tears, begging for even the tiniest crack in her armor of cold indifference. That’s why today’s rendezvous threw everyone for a loop.

Donned in her signature power suit, ice blonde hair flipped over one shoulder, Carla strutted into the stale old apartment in towering stilettos. Her target: a skeevy landlord sitting at his desk, leering like a creepy cartoon wolf.

“Alright, you’ve seen the pictures. What’s the price?” She snapped, refusing to even glance at the cramped, dingy space.

Landlord scratched his graying beard, eyes roving over her impressive cleavage. “Well darlin’, price depends on the services. Capiche?”

Carla paused, glanced at him from the corner of her eye. In a moment of weakness she had gotten sucked into the sleazy real estate underworld, where sex was the currency. But she was banking this was the bottom of the barrel. She could sell anything.

“What kind of ‘services’ are we talking about?” Carla bit her lower lip, stalling for time as she weighed her options. Her look-alike Stephanie West had rocketed to fame on a series of sexcapades, maybe this was the ticket.

Landlord grinned, exposing nicotine-stained teeth. “Well honey, the old girl is mine, but you wanna play…let’s just say I’m open to haggling.”

Carla’s eyes flashed as she formulated a plan. Landlord was hard as a steel beam, she could tell. He probably needed blowjobs to finally come undone. She high-heeled over to him, straddling his lap in one swift move.

“Let’s play,” she purred, yanking off the latex glove over his hand. She shoved it into his mouth gagging him as she reached back to unzip her skirt. In a flash, her pink thong was around one ankle.

She whipped out his stiffening cock and started jerking, enjoying the control. “You like this old girl too?” she teased, flipping her ass over and smacking his face with it. Landlord spasmed, grunting into his glove.

Carla squeezed her breasts together like stress relief balls. She spat on her fingers and roughly massaged his cock head, circling him with her tongue. Landlord twitched, groaned, his eyes rolling back.

She ignored his wordless pleas and stroked faster, her pussy getting wetter by the second. She circled the room, snapping hi-heels against the floor, showing off her assets with each step.

Finally she straddled him again and slid down his hard length, revelling in his grunts and lurches. Carla started riding, bouncing up and down, one hand on his throat to keep him still.

“Unh unh unh!” He grunted, face turning red. Carla milked him hard, smirking. She rutted at breakneck speed, using him like a blow-up toy.

Just as Landlord started to spill, Carla stopped. She stood up, let his limp cock drop from her pussy with a wet smack. She walked out of the room, not even glancing back.

Later that night, Carla tucked her commission in her briefcase. She sauntered by Landlord’s office again. Snagging a latex glove out of the box, she wiggled her fingers in a mockwave.

“Sealed with a kiss,” she said. Then in one fluid motion, she thrust her fingers in his water glass. Landlord shrieked, eyes bulging.

“See ya ’round,” she called over her shoulder as she clicked away through the reception area and out into the neon lights of the city. Her real estate career was just heating up.