The next morning Hope couldn't keep the triumph out of her voice as she told Dennis Andersen she expected to deliver a signed contract on the house she had shown the day before.
"The wife loves the place," she told a skeptical Dennis as she slipped a couple of contracts into her briefcase. "I'm meeting the husband at ten. The wife is sure he'll like it.''
Dennis continued to appraise her through an
arched-brow expression. "Darling, liking a place and buying it are two different ball games," he said slowly. "I think maybe you're getting carried away. Besides, I've had that property listed for six months. Are you telling me you show the dump one time and the next day you move it?"
"What's wrong, Dennis?" she purred. "Didn't you hire me because you thought I'd be a natural at this game?"
He grinned. "All right, baby," he rasped. "Bring me back some good paper on that place, an I'll cat my words." His lips curled into a smirk as he eyed her curvaceous figure in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. "I'll even eat something else."
Her spirits were high as she drove to the house. Everything she had told Dennis was true. Marlena had practically guaranteed her husband would approve of the house and agree to buy it. Now that would be some send-off for her new job! Two days on the job, and already moving a white elephant property! Dennis Andersen would have to take her seriously then. And Paul would have to be delighted when she showed him her commission check!
She was humming a merry tune as she parked in front of the house. She had to snicker as she remembered how much fun she had enjoyed
yesterday with both Marlena and the teenaged stud. This was becoming a dream job, and she couldn't wait to close the deal with Marlena's husband.
She spread listing sheets on the kitchen counter and had to smile again just recalling what had taken place the day before on that very countertop. She strolled into the living room and giggled aloud when she imagined whiffing the scent of the wild sex enjoyed so recently on the plush carpet.
When she heard the front door open, her heart leaped in sweet anticipation. She rushed to meet her clients with her prettiest smile.
She came face-to-face with a distinguished looking man of about forty. Marlena hadn't described her husband, but this man was amazingly close to what Hope had envisioned. He was trim and fit and looked well-to-do in a blue business suit. He was quite handsome in a rugged, masculine sort of way, and Hope felt an immediate response tingle in her pussy as she greeted him. With his well-groomed dark hair, alert brown eyes and firm, confident manner, he was what Hope liked in a man. She could easily picture him as Marlena's husband…
She introduced herself and allowed herself a fast scan of his body.
"Harry Robinson," he said, his eyes lingering
on the bulge of her tits pushing against the front of her blouse. "Marlena told me you were pretty, but she didn't tell me how much. This is a nice surprise."
Hope felt herself blush at his compliment. "Marlena didn't come with you, Mr. Robinson?" she asked, not revealing her slight disappointment. With Marlena present as she had expected, she figured she wouldn't be so nervous completing her first major transaction.
He shook his head and continued to look at her tits. Hope was used to this reaction from men she met for the first time, but she picked up a gleam in the man's eyes that vaguely unnerved her. Was it possible Marlena had told her husband about much more than the house? She wondered as an eerie shiver raced up her spine.
"She had another appointment," he said. "Besides, I don't think we need her, do you?"
She laughed nervously. "I suppose not, Mr. Robinson," she said.
"Call me Harry, honey," he said, stepping closer. "No point in being formal."
"All right. Harry," she said, her knees suddenly turning to rubber. She fought to control the sudden racing of her pulse and just as quickly realized that was impossible. "If you'll follow me, Harry, I'll show you the rest
of the house."
She walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom. All the while, she felt his eyes staring at her ass, and a strange mixture of excitement and panic gripped her. She was accustomed to being stared at with appreciation by most men, but with Marlena's husband it was different.
The sense that perhaps Marlena had told him about the sexy adventure of yesterday caused her uneasiness. He must think I'm a real slut, she told herself as her uneasy feeling grew stronger. Surely Marlena didn't tell him about yesterday! Surely! It wasn't the sort of thing a woman would tell her husband. Still, she knew people were very open these days about such things. Oh, God, what if he's here just to get what his wife got yesterday?
The wild worries and questions played through her mind as she automatically led him into the first two rooms. She spoke without thinking, going over the information about the house by pure memory and practice. Her pitch was down pat. And still he just gazed at her with hot, horny eyes.
"Well, Harry," she said before taking him through the rest of the house. "Any questions so far?"
He nodded and smirked. "Just one, Hope.
Why the fuck are you being so coy?"
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her worst fears coming true.
"Let's knock off the bullshit," he rasped stepping up to her and cupping her tits in his palms. He lifted them through her blouse as if weighing them while continuing to peer into her blue eyes. His smirk spread. "I thought Marlena was just trying to make me jealous. She told me all this wild stuff about you and, frankly, J thought she was making you up. I've got to hand it to that hat-cunt wife of mine. She sure knows a good thing when she finds it."
"I don't understand, Mr. Robinson," Hope said meekly, trembling now visibly.
"Harry," he corrected softly, squeezing her tits through her blouse and brushing against her body. "And I think you understand perfectly. Old Dennis Andersen doesn't miss a trick trying to close a deal. Shit, it makes sense he'd put a foxy whore in charge of selling his properties. Ballsy, but smart if it works to move houses."
"No, you're wrong, Harry," she said quickly, though her voice wobbled with a faint gasp. He was so skillfully fondling her tits that she couldn't help the slow arousal that swept through her. She felt a deep, throaty moan escape her mouth just as he began unbuttoning her blouse and reaching for her naked, aching
tits.
Hope stood helpless as he slipped his hands inside her unbuttoned blouse, reached around and effortlessly unhooked her bra. In the next second, her huge tits were jutting out, naked and exposed and under the equally skillful manipulations of his active hands. A fast, matching ache of desire began building in her pussy.
"Yep, old Andersen sure goes first-class," he mumbled, slowly leaning down and drawing his mouth closer to her tits. "When he does something, at least he does it right. I'll hand him that."
Before Hope could think, Harry was kissing her nipples. Her rubbery tit-tips tingled into stiffness and her tit melons immediately throbbed, She shivered as he sucked one of her tits fully into his hot mouth. Electric sensations zipped through her, dominating her pussy and fanning out to every region of her trembling body. She almost swooned as the desire raged inside her.
"Harry, you've got this all wrong," she said feebly, making one last attempt to set the record straight.
She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a wild idea. Still, Harry obviously thought that she was part of some scam to sell houses for Dennis Andersen.
He chuckled through his mouthful of titflesh. She shivered once again as he scraped his teeth over her trapped nipple. Then he settled in to sucking leisurely on her tit while his hand lazily fondled and massaged her other lit. Her nipples jutted fiercely, stinging with fast arousal and desire. She couldn't believe it was happening to her again. But the primary worry that troubled her was the fact that she was responding so readily to another stranger. She was a happily married woman, she told herself. What's happening to me?
She uttered a soft little whine as she surrendered to the wanton demands of her body. She leaned back against the wall and brought her hands to rest limply on his broad shoulders. With a sob, she thrilled to the wild pleasure his mouth was providing as he sucked and licked her tit. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the hot nectar ooze from her horny cunt. She could feel the host of sensations that jarred her senses as her body continued to spin out of control.
Harry spent several seconds servicing her other tit before drawing back and clutching just her nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue across the nipple, making her squeal softly, uttering yelping little sobs. The pain/pleasure of his technique sent her pussy into
automatic spasm, and Hope let herself go. No longer was she able to pretend she opposed what he was doing to her. She desperately wanted him to keep sucking her tits and to eventually stuff her pussy with his hard cock.
"Ooohhh, God!" she sobbed. "Mmmmmmmm, yes, yyyeessss!"
He nipped at her nipple with his teeth, sending sharp sensations over her body. Her tits heaved as her breathing became labored and husky. The way he gnawed and bit at her puckered tit-peak kept her trembling with surging lust, and kept her hot pussy quivering violently.
"Aaahhhhhh!" she bellowed when he finally sucked as much of her enormous tit-globe into his hot mouth. "Ooohhhhh!"
He munched greedily on her tit melon, loudly devouring the lush tit like a succulent fruit. He gobbled it into his mouth and washed it with his saliva. He sucked and licked, chewing on the satiny tit-mound until Hope thought her pussy would explode with an instant orgasm.
She lifted her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head and cradled him in place, sucking on her tits. She groaned and sighed as he feasted on her tits and sparked lusty fire in the pit of her fuckhole.
Her worries, her confusion and the troubling questions about herself couldn't sway her growing
lust. Somehow they only served to add to her lust. The wanton, raunchy things happening to her increased her sex need, and she couldn't bother with trying to understand it. The feeling and the sensations were there. And that was all that mattered.
Hope squirmed against Harry, loving the stiff feeling of his business suit. Everything added to her lusty pleasure. No sensation was too small to pass over her notice or recognition. Her whole body was alerted to the pleasure and eager to receive even more.
As her mind started spinning along with her body, she felt Harry abandon her tits as he gripped her hips under her skirt. She moaned with pleasure feeling his strong hands on her flesh, and she quickly squealed happily as his fingers hooked inside the waistband of her panties. He leered at her lust-contorted face as he worked her panties down over her ass and shapely thighs. She lifted her legs one at a time as he eased her panties completely off. And then his busy hands began working to unsnap her skirt.
When her skirt fell down around her ankles, she shuddered as the air bathed her nude flesh. With her luscious tits sticking through the unbuttoned folds of her blouse, her nudity from the waist-down gave her a particularly wanton,
lustful image. Her long blonde hair, partially covering her-lovely face, topped off her sexy appearance, and it was obvious Harry was tremendously enraptured by the sight. She had no trouble seeing the hard throbbing of his cock inside his pants fly.
She shuddered as his hands roamed up and down her naked thighs. She moaned as passion melted her. Gasping and trembling, her eyes bugged wide with excitement as the distinguished businessman slowly knelt to his knees.
"Oh, God, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Yes, yyyeessss! Ooohh, yyyessss!"
She felt his breath on her pussy as he leveled his face to her cunt. Soon she felt his tongue licking her inner thigh, and her groans became pure, throaty squeals of utter ecstasy. Hot, clear juices oozed from her pussy and greeted the first flicks of his tongue.
"Ahhh, you're eating me!" she sobbed. "You're eating my pussy!"
She moaned and whimpered fervently as his tongue touched her tender pussy pulp. Her hips jerked spasmodically at his intimate touch, and she swooned as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
She felt plastered against the wall as Harry licked the full length of her upturned pussy slowly and deeply. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt gash, not missing any part of her
cuntslit as it traveled from the tight pucker of her asshole to the downy fuzz edging her cunt mound. It was a total inspection with his tongue as the probing instrument, and Hope couldn't suppress the ecstasy that engulfed her.
"Oooohhh, so ggoooodddd!" she babbled, shaking her head from side to side and trembling from head to foot. "Ooohhh!"
Harry nipped at the fleshy folds of her pussylips, devouring her tasty cuntflesh with loud smacks. His tongue curled around her clit, and she tried desperately to choke down the guttural scream of raw delight that crashed through her throat. It felt so incredibly sexy, the ecstasy leaping to new bounds, raging throughout her body and leaving her to shudder and convulse against the wall as if being electrically shocked.
He wedged his head harder between her legs until he was practically resting his face beneath her pussy. From this awkward position, he was able to force his tongue to the hilt up into her quivering, spasming fuckhole. That was all it took. Her pussy jolted into heaving turmoil and a crashing climax rocked her. Her pussy juices flowed, gushing down into his opened mouth like water spilling through a dam.
"Ooohhhhh, fuck, I love it! I love it!" she wailed as her pussy poured out a shower of hot, slick nectar. "I can't stop coming! Ooohhh, I
can't stop coming!"
She felt his tongue drilling up into her cunthole, deeper and deeper. Even as she came, her cunt became hotter and hotter, intensifying her thunderous orgasm. The tight walls of her cunt closed around his invading tongue, milking it as if it were a cock. Her hips and ass twitched as her fierce climax jarred through her.
"Aaahhhhh, yes, yyyeessss!" she groaned, hunching against his face, fucking back at his tongue. "Shit, I love it so much! I can't get enough!"
At last the incredible waves of pleasure slowed, and Hope felt herself starting to slide down the wall. Harry moved swiftly, straddling and propping her up in place by grabbing her hips. He flashed a lewd smile and she thrilled to the sight of her own pussy nectar glistening across his lips and chin.
"Don't pass out an me now," he whispered, tugging off his tie and quickly unbuttoning his shirt. "That was just the warm up."
Hope groaned and closed her eyes. She savored the exquisite sensations that continued to echo through her senses. Her hot pussy still throbbed and her clit seemed numb by all the intense stimulation. She heard the rustle of his suit as he undressed in front of her, and she had to smile as she anticipated what marvelously
erotic action he now had planned for them. "I'm ready now, baby," he whispered.
She opened her eyes to see him standing before her nude. His cock was very impressive, jutting out stiff and thick from his hairy pain. It appeared almost as large as her husband's, but what instantly captured her attention was the size of his balls. They were enormous! She immediately compared them to grapefruits.
"You like what you see?" he coaxed, grinning confidently.
"Mmmm. Very much," she purred, pushing herself away from the wall and reaching down to cup those gigantic balls.
She palmed his balls and felt her cunt twitch automatically. She closed her warm hands around his precious balls and held them delicately as she gazed down on his surging prick. His cockhead was swollen, almost like a clenched fist. Purple veins laced his hard, thick cockshaft, and Hope had no trouble relishing the notion of that slab of fuckmeat being rammed into her soaked pussy.
"Well? Shouldn't you get better acquainted with him?" Harry rasped, placing his hands on the blonde's shoulders with just enough pressure for her to get the idea. "He likes to be kissed and pampered."
She grinned and slowly sank to her knees. She
gave his big, jizz-bloated balls an affectionate squeeze as she settled in front of him. She peered straight into the closed-eye of his piss-slit and licked her lips. She couldn't take her eyes off the enticing sight of his throbbing, twitching prick as she held his balls. His cock jerked, surging as it wobbled under her gaze.
"Enjoy it, honey," be rasped, petting her head and uttering a hoarse chuckle. "After the tongue-fucking I gave you, I think I earned a good suck."
Hope couldn't have agreed more. In truth, she was anxious to eat the distinguished man's prick. Her mouth watered at the prospect of sucking him off. She leaned forward and slowly curled her tongue over and around the mushroomy-shaped cock knob.
His cock had a clean flavor with just the hint of a soapy residue. Obviously, he was well prepared for what was happening, and Hope couldn't help but reflect on what Marlena must have told him about her..
Her soft lips formed a tight circle pressed against the swollen bead of his prick. As she pushed forward, she felt her lips stretch, expanding just enough to accommodate the bloated cock knob. She didn't stop when she had inhaled the crown of his prick. Instead she kept gulping up his fuckmeat, inch-by-inch,
skimming her lips firmly over the ivory surface of his cock-stalk.
At last her lips nudged the hairy root of his prick and his cockhead touched the back of her twat. She heard him groan and it thrilled her that she had managed to take all of his cock inside her mouth in one, steady gulp.
She rested momentarily, savoring the flavor of his cockmeat and her sense of erotic accomplishment.. She knew by the way he squirmed on his feet and tangled his hands in her blonde hair that he was getting all he had bargained for. She trembled with building passion as she continued to hold the entire length of his prick in her hot, wet mouth. A sense of womanly power sizzled over her, and she knew she was already performing up to his expectations.
She massaged his massive balls with her fingers as she sucked lightly on his prick. Her fingers fluttered over the hairy, leathery surface of his ball-sac, and she listened with pleasure to the throaty moans coming from his mouth.
"Aaahhhhh, fuck, honey." he mumbled. "You're a real expert cocksucker, aren't you? Shit, Marlena knew you'd drive me wild! That bitch is always right about these things."
Hope loved the aroma of him with her face pressed against the hairy tangle of his cock-
bush. His huge, taut balls filled her smallish hands and even seemed to pulse under her delicate stroking and fondling. She wiggled her tongue as much as possible while keeping his prick securely locked to the hilt inside her mouth. She thrilled to the sensations sweeping over her, and she judged that his soaring arousal wasn't far ahead of her own.
She was just starting to pull back and whip her head back and forth on his prick when she heard the heated voice of Dennis Andersen.
"Goddamn you, Robinson!" Dennis raged from the bedroom doorway. "I should've known you were behind this when my new girl was bragging about selling this dump her first day out. Sure as shit, here you are face-fucking my girl!"
Harry chuckled and quickly grabbed Hope's head, holding her in place as he began slamming his cock brutally in and out of her mouth.
"Lighten up, Andersen," he hissed. "How was this new girl gonna know she was entertaining your chief competitors?"