PropertySex Psychology professor enjoys time with real estate agent

Dr. Valerie Benson, a psychology professor at a prestigious university, had always been fascinated by the power dynamics at play in business negotiations. And what better negotiating process to study than the seductive dance between a real estate agent and their clients? With a mischievous glint in her eye, Valerie concocted a plan to get up close and personal with the real estate scene, with the added bonus of indulging in her secret fantasies.

She perused the online listings, searching for the perfect agent to play her little game. Her eyes widened when she stumbled upon the profile of Jack Novak, a dashing, younger man who certainly tore the mold when it came to traditional real estate agents. His picture showed a tousled-haired Adonis with dimples and a come-hither gaze.

Valerie licked her lips, knowing exactly how to play her trump. She feigned an interest in an overpriced penthouse downtown, and sent Jack a flirtatious message. The next day, Jack arrived at Valerie’s office, and she drank in the sight of him like a tall glass of iced tea on a sweltering afternoon. He wore a crisp suit that clung to his lean frame, and his notepad sat snugly in the crook of his arm.

“Dr. Benson?” he asked, flashing a megawatt smile.

Valerie leaned forward, crossing one leg over the other, her pencil skirt riding up her thigh. “That’s Professor Benson,” she purred. “I know I’m okay with you calling me Valerie, Jack.”

Jack swallowed hard, his eyes flickering down to Valerie’s ample chest. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Of course, Professor. Shall we begin our viewing?”

Valerie stood, her heels clicking against the floor as she sauntered around her desk. “I was thinking the penthouse first,” she said, batting her lashes. “I hear it has a stunning view of the city.”

“That view pales in comparison to you,” Jack murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.

Valerie bit back a grin, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She took his hand, pulling him into her private restroom. “I think we could have some fun before our tour,” she whispered, pressing her body against his.

Jack groaned, his hands roaming over Valerie’s curves. “Professor, I should be professionally above this,” he gasped, even as his palms slid underneath her skirt.

“Sometimes, a little unprofessional conduct is the best way to close the deal,” Valerie giggled, sinking to her knees in front of him.

Jack inhaled sharply as Valerie unzipped his slacks, her skilled fingers wrapping around his rigid shaft. She licked her lips, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her warm mouth.

“Ah, fuuuuck…” Jack groaned, his head falling back against the tiled wall.

Valerie bobbed up and down on his cock, her mouth working its magic. She could feel his thighs trembling, knew he was getting close already. But she wasn’t done with him yet.

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing length. “I want you inside me,” she breathed, hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips, spinning her around and bending her over the sink. With one swift motion, he entered her from behind, filling her up to the hilt.

Valerie cried out, fingers digging into the edge of the countertop. Jack set a relentless pace, his hips slamming against her ass as he pounded into her. The sound of skin against skin echoed off the tiles, mingling with their moans and grunts.

“Harder,” Valerie panted, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder, Jack.”

Jack complied, one hand fisting in her hair as the other snaked around to rub her clit. Valerie’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with the force of it. She felt Jack stiffen behind her, his fingers digging into her hips as he found his own release.

They collapsed against the counter, panting and spent. Valerie grinned to herself, knowing that she had conduct what amounted to a thorough case study on the effects of sexual gratification on negotiation skills. From the way Jack flagged a taxi and gave the driver the penthouse address, his mind clearly elsewhere, she’d say her methods had proven quite effective.

As they buckled up nestled in the back of the cab, Valerie turned to Jack, the picture of innocence. “So, what are the chances we can work out a deal today?” she asked sweetly.

Jack swallowed, still flush from their encounter. He leaned in close, whispering in her ear. “Darlin’, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be signing dotted lines on every property in my portfolio.”

And so their grand tour began – with Valerie’s legs wrapped around Jack’s waist in the master bedroom of the penthouse, and the contract left unsigned and forgotten in the dust.