PropertySex Real Estate Agent Very Thankful for Sale

Title: A Very Grateful Real Estate Agent

Stacy was an ambitious young real estate agent with a killer instinct. She was determined to close the big property deal that had been eluding her for months. The warehouse conversion condo on the swanky east side of town was the biggest and most lucrative listing in the firm’s portfolio, and Stacy was eager to prove herself with this high-stakes transaction.

The potential buyer, a wealthy art collector named Mr. study3r, seemed very interested in the prime location and lavish interior finishes. However, he was known for his eccentricities and high standards. Stacy would need to pull out all the stops to seal the deal. She dressed to impress in a cleavage-baring silk blouse and a tight mini-skirt that showed off her long, shapely legs. Jumbo hoop earrings and a flashy cocktail ring completed the look. Stacy arrived at her office early to prepare for Mr. study3r’s visit, meticulously organizing her files and putting on a fresh coat of lipstick.

When the doorbell rang, Stacy took a deep breath and opened the door with a dazzling smile. “Mr. study3r, so lovely to see you again,” she gushed, shaking his hand. He sized her up with a knowing smirk. “The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” he replied. To Stacy’s surprise, he handed her a bottle of champagne tucked under his arm. “I thought we could toast to a successful sale, shall we?”

“Of course, won’t you come in?” Stacy gestured inside her tastefully decorated office. Mr. study3r eyed the artwork on the walls as he made himself comfortable on her plush leather couch. Stacy popped the cork on the champagne with a mischievous grin. “I don’t normally drink on the job, but rules were made to be broken, right?” She poured two full glasses and edged closer to him.

Mr. study3r accepted the flute and clinked glasses with Stacy. “I like your style,” he purred, his eyes roaming over her body. Stacy felt a thrill down her spine at his bold appraisal. She sipped the effervescent champagne, feeling the bubbles go straight to her head. “So, shall we take a look at some of the floor plans and finishes?” she inquired, opening her portfolio.

“Yes, let’s go over the details,” Mr. study3r agreed, patting his lap in invitation. Stacy fought an impulse to straddle him right then and there. She sat down beside him and spread out the colorful renderings and photos. As she pointed out the KEY features, his fingers accidentally brushed across her bare thigh. Stacy burned under his touch, so close to unraveling. She bit her lip and swallowed hard. “The master bedroom has a walk-in closet and en-suite with dual sinks and…”

“My, you are a thorough real estate agent. I can see the passion in your eyes,” Mr. study3r interrupted, placing a hand on her knee. Stacy’s skin tingled at his proximity. “I-I want you to understand every aspect of the property to make an informed decision,” she stammered breathlessly. Mr. study3r inched his hand further up, underneath her skirt. Stacy knew this was wrong but was powerless to stop him. The buildup of sexual tension finally exploded as he brazenly fondled her panties. Stacy gasped and spread her legs slightly in submission, all business decorum lost.

“This must be the most personal and interactive property tour you’ve ever given,” Mr. study3r remarked with a chuckle, witnessing her total submission. “The most important thing is that you are satisfied with my service,” Stacy responded in a dizzying haze of lust, arched her back, giving him better access. Her needy pussy ached for his touch. “Oh, I’m very satisfied indeed,” he groaned, pushing her panties aside to stroke her quivering slit. Stacy moaned like a wanton bitch in heat, too desperate to care. He plunged two fingers into her slick heat and pumped them hard. Stacy’s thighs clenched around his hand as he finger-fucked her, his thumb circling her clit. “I want you,” he growled, suddenly yanking down her blouse to free her small pert breasts. Stacy shrieked as he clamping his mouth around a sensitive nipple. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers as he sucked and flicked. Stacy rode his hand with abandon, heedless to rational thought. All that mattered was chasing this exquisite pleasure.

Mr. study3r whisked away her skirt and panties as if they were made of tissue paper. Stacy lay before him, completely exposed, robes of desire overwhelming her senses. He wasted no time sinking his rigid cock deep into her pulsating walls. Stacy cried out at the intense sensation, her blood roaring in her ears. He filled her so perfectly, as if made specifically to be his slut. He pounded into her, the wet sounds of their fucking obscene. Stacy felt his cock throb and he pulled out at the last second, painting her belly in hot ropes of cum. She whimpered in frustration at the lack of release, so close to the edge.

“You naughty little sales whore, I can see you need to cum,” Mr. study3r chuckled darkly. Stacy nodded frantically, her bottom lip stuck out in a brazen pout. “Please, I need to cum so badly!” she begged shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. He rubbed her swollen clit rapidly, making her back arch off the couch. Stacy’s cunt clenched like a vice as raw electricity zapped through her nerves. “Fuck!” she screamed as the orgasm crashed over her in waves, her cunt gushing like a geyser. Mr. study3r collected her essence on his fingers and brought them to her lips. “What a good little real estate cum-slut you are. Now suck my fingers clean,” he commanded gleefully.

Stacy obeyed like a puppet on a string, obeying his every perverse whim. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, savoring the intoxicating musk. Her eyes rolled back as she slurped noisily. Mr. study3r grinned lecherously and captured her face between his palms, crushing his mouth over hers in a searing kiss. He shoved his tongue down her throat, swallowing her whimpers. Stacy felt light-headed and drunk on champagne and his glorious cum. She didn’t know if she would wake up the next day with buyer’s remorse, but in the moment, making this sale was worth the reckless abandon she gave herself over to. The condo sold as soon as the ink dried on the signed papers, and in the signing bonus, a handsome sum with a note that read: “Looking forward to our next property tour. You’re a natural born sales guru.” Stacy grinned wickedly, knowing with every door she walked through in the future, she would make sure to give her potential clients a reception to remember. And those property tours would get much, much steamier.