[PropertySex] Avery Black, Gal Ritchie – A Special Deal Between Us

He walked into his own house and found the door wide open, lights on, and two real-estate agents lounging by his pool like they owned the place. “Amber? Vivian? What the fuck is going on? You’re supposed to be selling my house, not partying on my dime.” The open house had been the day before. They claimed it was just a short break because things had been slow. He wasn’t buying it. He threatened to find another agent. Amber stepped closer, voice soft. “We can take care of you… you’ve been real busy. A little tense. Why don’t we take care of that?” Before he could fully protest they were on their knees, freeing his already hardening cock. Both mouths worked him at once—licking, sucking, trading his shaft between them while looking up. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this…” They pulled him inside, away from the neighbors. One rode his face while the other sank onto his cock. They switched often—doggy, reverse cowgirl, side-by-side so he could fuck one while the other sat on his mouth. Dirty talk mixed with apologies and promises that everything would be okay as long as he didn’t do anything rash. Near the end they both dropped to their knees again, stroking him fast and begging him to drain every drop of stress onto their faces. He groaned and painted their tongues, cheeks, and lips with thick cum. They licked it off each other, smiling. “You’re gonna keep us as agents, right?” Amber asked, still on her knees. “Do you forgive us now?” He looked at the two of them, cum still glistening on their skin, and knew the house would stay listed with them a little longer.

Chuck the realtor knocked on the door with his usual pitch. Jenna Madison opened it in a short skirt and invited him in to look around. The condo was spacious, near the beach, high demand. Her husband was out of town—twenty days a month, she said. She made all the decisions. In the bedroom the conversation shifted. Jenna closed the door, looked him straight in the eye, and told the truth. “This isn’t even our condo. We’re just renting. My husband never fucks me. I find you very attractive. I want to have sex with you.” Chuck stared at the perfect ass under that short skirt and couldn’t say no. Clothes came off fast. Jenna’s tits were full and soft; her pussy was already wet and open. She made him watch her touch herself for thirty seconds, then pulled him down between her legs. “Come eat this pussy, Chuck.” He licked her until she came hard on his face, juices covering his chin. She pushed him back, took his thick cock into her mouth, and sucked him deep, playing with his balls, stopping every time he got close. “Not yet. We’re saving it.” She climbed on top and sank down onto him. Both of them groaned. Jenna rode him hard, tits bouncing, telling him how much better he was than her husband. He flipped her onto her back, folded her legs, and drove deep. She came again, clenching around him. They moved through every position—doggy so he could watch her ass, her on top reverse, then missionary with him grinding against her clit. Every time she got close she told him not to stop. When she finally came a third time she soaked his cock. Near the end she dropped to her knees again. “I want you to come all over my face. Like in the porn movies. I’ve never done that before.” Chuck stroked himself and painted her pretty face with thick ropes of cum. Jenna kept her eyes closed, smiling, then licked her lips. Afterwards they sat on the bed, sweaty and satisfied. “We should do this every time he’s out of town,” she said. “It’ll just be between us.” Chuck nodded, already planning to come back the next day.

Lulu ev turunun ortasındayken potansiyel alıcı mermer tezgâhları ve havuzu umursamayı bıraktı. Gözlerinin içine bakıp milyondolarlık mülkten çok onunla ilgilendiğini söyledi. “Bir sonraki gösterimi iptal edip günün geri kalanını benimle geçirmen için ne gerekir?” diye sordu. Sadece bir an tereddüt etti. “Tam talep fiyatıyla teklif ver… programımı boşaltırım.” Anında yaptı. Diğer randevu iptal edilir edilmez profesyonel mesafe yok oldu. İsteği üzerine bluzunun düğmelerini biraz daha açtı. Elleri saniyeler içinde üzerindeydi—memelerini kavrıyor, eteğinin altına kayıyor, çoktan ıslanmış amını buluyordu. Zar zor asıl yatak odasına ulaştılar. Önce diz çöktü, kalın yarrakını çıkarıp aç bir inlemeyle derinlere aldı. Dağınık ve istekli emdi, salya çenesinden akarken o izliyordu. Onu kaldırdığında yatağın kenarına eğdi ve tek uzun hareketle dar amına girdi. Gerilmeye karşı nefes nefese kaldı ve daha fazlası için geri itti. Arkadan sert sikti, sonra sırtüstü çevirip bacaklarını geniş açarak daha da derine vurdu. Sonra üstüne binip zıpladı, o memelerini sıkıp ne kadar seksi göründüğünü söylerken. Tekrar değiştiler—o dört ayak üzerinde, o kalçalarını kavrayıp derinlere saplayarak, ıslak beden sesleri boş evde yankılanıyordu. Sonlara doğru çekti ve karnının, memelerinin üzerinde kendini sıvazladı. Boyamasını istedi. Kalın döl iplikleri tenine yapışırken o ovuşturdu, hâlâ soluk soluğa. Sonra pahalı çarşafların üzerinde yan yana uzandılar, gülümseyerek. “Sanırım bunu daha sık yapacağız,” dedi o. “Satış kapandıktan sonra,” diye cevap verdi Lulu. “Ve belki kutlama sikişi.”

River Lynn, a stunning blonde realtor, was showing a luxurious house to her client Serena Sterling. The homeowner, Charles Dera, was also present. Serena was crazy about the house and made a generous offer, but Charles wanted more than just money to close the deal. River, being a professional who always closes, knew exactly what to do. She seductively unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her big, firm tits. Serena’s eyes widened with excitement. River dropped to her knees in front of Charles and pulled out his thick cock, sucking it deep and wet while looking up at him. Serena quickly joined in. The two gorgeous women took turns sucking and licking his cock, their tongues meeting around his shaft. Charles was in heaven. They moved to the bedroom. River bent over the bed while Charles fucked her tight pussy from behind. Serena kissed River passionately, playing with her tits as she got pounded. Then Charles switched to Serena, fucking her hard while River sat on her face. Both women moaned loudly as Charles took turns fucking their wet pussies. Finally, he had them kneel together in front of him. River and Serena stuck their tongues out, begging for his cum. Charles stroked his cock and exploded, covering both of their pretty faces and tongues with thick, hot loads of cum. “Deal closed,” River said with a satisfied smile, cum dripping down her chin.

The sun was warm and the view from the open terrace was perfect. She was in the middle of her yoga routine, body stretching and flexing in the light, when she noticed him watching. “You’re so sneaky,” she teased, still holding a deep pose. “Just look at this view… and me.” She moved slower on purpose, arching her back, spreading her legs wider than necessary. When she stood she peeled her leggings down just enough to show she wasn’t wearing panties. “I only brought one pair for this trip. If I keep playing with myself like this I’ll have to go to the gym with pussy cream stains.” She rubbed her already wet slit through the thin fabric, then pulled it aside completely. Two fingers slid inside while she looked at him. “Do you like my body when I stretch? Do you like my tight little pussy?” He was rock hard. She dropped to her knees right there on the mat, freed his cock, and took him into her mouth. She sucked him deep and wet, looking up between strokes. “Your cock tastes so good… I teared up for you. I’m committed.” When she couldn’t wait any longer she pushed him onto his back, straddled him, and sank down onto the thick shaft. She gasped at the stretch. “Fuck… you’re so big. Slow down… no, don’t. I can take it.” She rode him with the same controlled rhythm she used in yoga, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him, then bouncing harder. He gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her. They switched to doggy so he could watch her stretch and push back onto him while the view stretched out behind them. She came first, clenching tight and shaking, then kept riding until he buried himself deep and flooded her with thick cum. She stayed on him, milking every drop, then leaned down and kissed him. Afterwards they lay on the mat, sweaty and smiling, the sun still warm on their skin. “Who’s ready for the hike… and some ice cream?” she laughed.

Margaret’s routine never changed. Workout. Shower. And every single day, while the water was still running, her stepbrother Roman slipped into her room. He had been doing it for over a year—stealing her worn panties, pressing them to his face, stroking himself until he came all over the fabric. He always put most of them back, but not all. She had started noticing the missing pairs weeks ago. Today she came back early for her charger and caught him red-handed, a pair of her damp panties still against his nose. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” He tried the laundry excuse. She didn’t buy it for a second. Her voice dropped into something cold and commanding. “Since you’re a little pervert, get on the floor.” Roman hesitated, then dropped to his knees. Margaret stepped forward, yanked her shorts and panties down, and shoved his face between her thighs. “You’ve been sniffing these for a year. Now put your mouth on the real thing.” He licked hesitantly at first. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him deeper, grinding her wet pussy against his tongue. “Get it inside. You’ve been cumming on my panties, haven’t you? Tell me.” He moaned against her in answer. She rode his face harder, smearing her juices all over his mouth and chin, until she came with a sharp cry, thighs locked around his head. Only then did she let him breathe. Margaret shoved him onto the bed, climbed on top, and sank down onto his already rock-hard cock in one smooth motion. The sudden tight heat made both of them groan. “I’ve been doing this every day since we moved in,” she panted, bouncing hard, tits swaying. “And you never once got caught… until now. This is so much better than sniffing.” She kept a pair of her stolen panties around his neck like a trophy while she fucked him. She leaned forward, braced her hands on his chest, and rode him with short, vicious strokes that made her clit drag against him every time. When she felt him getting close she slowed down, denying him, then started again. She switched positions without asking—turned around into reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce, then bent over the edge of the mattress so he could take her from behind. Every time he got too close she ordered him to stop. She came twice more before she finally allowed him to finish, slamming down hard and taking every pulse of his cum deep inside her. Afterwards she stayed seated on him, rolling her hips slowly, milking the last drops. Then she pulled off, wiped his cock clean with another pair of her panties, and tied those around his neck too. “I want every single pair back by tonight,” she said, still flushed and breathing hard. “And from now on this happens every day after my workout. You’re my new cardio.” Roman, still wearing her panties as a necklace, could only nod. He was already starting to get hard again. Margaret smiled for the first time. “Good boy.”

Mark walked into the massage room expecting the usual therapist and froze when he saw Ellie. His employee. His subordinate from the corporate office. She looked just as surprised. “Ellie? This is not what I expected.” She recovered quickly, explaining she had trained in massage therapy years ago and still kept a few regular clients a couple of nights a week. Tonight one had cancelled, and somehow he had taken the slot. She insisted it didn’t have to be awkward. She was a professional. He was tense. She could take care of him. He lay face-down on the table. She dimmed the lights, placed a soft mask over his eyes, and began working the knots in his shoulders and back with strong, skilled hands. The oil was warm. Her touch was firm and slow. Every so often she told him to breathe deeper. When she asked him to turn over, the towel tented obviously. Ellie didn’t pretend not to notice. She kept her voice calm and professional even as her hands slid lower. “I hope you don’t mind me doing something I like to call an internal massage.” Her oiled fingers wrapped around his thick cock and stroked him with the same measured pressure she had used on his back. Mark groaned. She worked him slowly at first, then faster, thumb sliding over the head on every upstroke. When she leaned down and took him into her mouth the wet heat made his hips jerk. She sucked him deep, saliva running down the shaft, one hand stroking what her lips couldn’t reach while the other cupped and rolled his balls. “How have you lasted this long?” she murmured against the head. “I haven’t even lasted this long.” She climbed onto the table, straddled him, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Both of them exhaled hard. Ellie rode him with controlled rolls of her hips, tits bouncing freely once she pulled her top off. She braced her hands on his chest and fucked herself on him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone every time she bottomed out. “Give me that cock,” she panted. “Yes… oh my god, yes.” She switched to a reverse ride so he could watch her ass bounce, then leaned forward and told him to fuck up into her. Mark gripped her hips and thrust hard, the wet slap of skin filling the small room. Ellie came first, clenching tight around him and shaking, but she didn’t stop. She kept riding through it, chasing a second orgasm while she stroked his balls and told him she wanted every drop. Near the end she slid off, dropped to her knees beside the table, and took him back into her mouth. One hand jerked the base rapidly while she sucked the head. “I want to extract all that fucking cum for myself,” she said, looking up. “Count it down with me.” “Ten… nine… eight…” On one she buried him deep and held still. Mark came hard, pulsing thick ropes across her tongue and into her throat. Ellie swallowed what she could, then let the rest coat her lips and chin. She licked him clean with slow, deliberate strokes, still in full professional mode. “As we come to the end of our session,” she said softly, wiping her mouth, “I want you to focus on relaxation and release. I can tell you’ve been holding that in for a long time. It’s good for the skin, you know.” She stood, straightened her clothes, and gave him a small smile. “Make sure to leave a five-star review. It’s not like you can tell your boss at work… because I am your boss, and you can’t get me fired. See you Monday.” Mark left the spa still dazed, already knowing he would be booking the same slot again.