So, I’m kind of back into it again. The wife trapper thing. That fucking cunt Samantha gave me a valuable lesson. I let myself get too relaxed like most guys and like most women Sam took to strange dick when and wherever she could get it. My latest change to fucking neighbor Jess became a disaster as with all women new cock is never enough cock.
There will never be another female again sharing the humble homestead with me again. It will be put out and get out from now on.
I put the house up for sale. I figured the concentration of pussy in an apartment complex would do me nicely. Again, let me say I’m not that much of a catch. I’m more of the project fuck women look for rather than a Romeo. Just make them feel comfortable, then fuck them.
The first step to selling the house was to see what different agents had to offer. First, let me say I love real estate agents. They can be real aggressive to get a listing and make a sale. With my house going at about $300,000.00 a good listing agent just putting the house on the market earns almost $9,000.00 when it sells. Do the double dip by listing and selling the home the sales agent commission can go up to over $16,500. What do you think an agent would do to get a listing and make a sale like that?
Yep, some free pussy and that explains all the fancy clothes and the Mercedes in the driveway. That’s an option that doesn’t translate very well for a guy. I knew several guys in the business and the ladies “Fucking” them out of listings was a major complaint. In my case the gals didn’t have to sneak around and work around a wife.
I started the interviews. It wasn’t my intent to exploit a female real estate agent when I went online to check out realty firms. A view of head shots, mostly professional with a slight “glamour shot” touch for the ladies got my attention. You could tell which ones expected to get by on their looks and never expect a no for an answer. Pretty woman are a special breed, but a woman that knows she is pretty can be a real cunt.
Turns out there were a lot of real cunts with real estate licenses that weren’t accustomed to hearing no. What was now a love and hate relationship with women hatched my scheme. I’d call a half dozen and see if one would fuck me to get my listing, maybe fuck her until the house sold. My attitude that all women are whores should have tipped me off.
At first I went with the blondes. And, I got greedy. My first six agents were blondes. I tried to guess which women were married because I get more out of fucking some guy’s wife. I was making appointments for the week. The third one I called wanted to come out that same night.
Nancy was new to the business. After making the appointment I looked her up. She had sold one house and never listed one for sale. I could see she might be a little eager. When she arrived she was dressed in a very nice suit, a pretty blouse, and like 4″ high heels. Even with the heels she was pretty short. That’s kind of the way I like them and her knockers looked oversized for her slim frame.
I liked this one. As agents go the listing agent is pretty much getting a gift. The selling agent puts up with the shit from the buyers and really does all the work. It was easy to tell Nancy was nervous. I showed her around the house as we talked about ourselves and Nancy verified that I didn’t have a wife she would need to deal with. From Nancy’s side she was early thirties starting a career after getting four kids far enough in school to give her the time with help from her husband. He being a chemical salesman that spent some time out of town.
The four kids were a surprise to me. She didn’t have the appearance of a mother with children at all. The 15 years of marriage hardly showed on her at all. The declaration of motherhood had me checking her out all the more. The woman looked like she belonged on a beach in a bikini.
Finally me showing her the house was almost over. I had dragged out the conversations in each room as much as I could. I had wondered if I could fuck one of the woman agents. Suddenly I was wanting to fuck this very first one, a mom with four kids and a husband. The husband thing was pretty much a requirement for me. By fucking her I’d be in fact fucking him in a way, too. I had the feeling that it would something new to her. The other feeling was that maybe she might pitch me some pussy for the listing.
“I did some comparables on your house. I think your pricing idea is spot on. What would it take for us to get the listing?”
“By us, do you mean you or your agency.”
“Well, both. But, what would I have to offer you personally to get the listing?”
“I guess that’s out there. I have some more interviews. I’d like to hear your offer.”
Nancy stepped to within a couple of feet of me. She took a quick breath.
“I’ve had listings stolen from me by women that do more than should be expected of a real estate agent to get a listing. I’ve been a good wife for 15 years. Maybe I should consider some options if I’m going to sell houses.”
We stood there. That close together. The look in Nancy’s eyes looked like she might bolt. Maybe the fear was that she had put herself out there and I was going to turn her down.
“I guess I could make my offer and take my chances.” Nancy offered.
“Good … but I’m eating your pussy first!”
“You can’t talk to me that way. I’m a married woman.”
Then she laughed and raced me to the bedroom. We ripped off our clothes. Nancy hit the bed with legs spread wide open. She tasted good. I could tell it had been a while. Suddenly there was no pressure. You would have thought we had know each other for years. Every move I made got a reaction from her as she squirmed against my face. I was about to leave her without making her cum. Again, no problem from Nancy. There were plenty of juices waiting for a release. I wouldn’t been surprised if she didn’t, but she sucked my cock.
“God! It’s been ten years since I’ve done this!”
I’m sure if I would have cum in her mouth she would have gulped it down. Nancy was a good fuck. Easy to rate above an eight on a scale of ten. We casually dressed afterwards. Her husband was home for the kids, so no rush.
“The other perk for you if I have your listing would be I could check in on you a couple of times per week?”
“You don’t even get it that often at home.” I teased.
“That’s for damned sure. Especially not that deep inside me.”
“I bet you say that to all the guys.”
Nancy laughed.
“No, I never have until now, but you can guess my new listing technique.”
Nancy kissed me and left without mentioning the listing.
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The next was younger. One of those career women. Husband, no plans yet for children. I think if she would have had children she probably would have eaten them. It was all about her. The hair, the make up, the clothes, the obligatory real estate agent perfume, the fancy car. This bitch played the “women card” at every opportunity. I wanted to hose her down to see what she really looked like.
She looked at me and my house like we were shit and some of it got in her mouth. She briefly mentioned her husband. Me fucking her would be doing him a favor. That is if her bitch cunt didn’t have jagged teeth grown into it. She kind of settled in and started to look at me and my house as a huge fucking dollar sign. The attitude was getting to me in a good way. I wanted to pump my seed inside her.
I showed her around the house. Her name was Sarah. Sarah put on a little show somehow figuring that a stretch here and a little down blouse was going to get the contract.
“Have other agents talked to you?”
“Yes, I plan to talk to several.”
Sarah sat on my couch in a pose like a whore that had been drinking all night. I could see up her thigh all the way to what turned out to be a g-string.
“Would you like to sign with me?”
“That’s kind of a deep question.”
“Oh, I can handle deep. I like deep.”
By now it was full knees apart.
“You sure look fuckable.”
Was I about to be slapped and Sarah stomp out?
“Did you fuck any of the others?”
“Yes.”
“That seems to be the standard any more. How were they?”
“Pretty good.”
“Do you think I’d be pretty good?”
“Maybe … maybe not … I’d guess probably.”
That trap was baited. Sarah wanted to be the best fuck. The clothes starting coming off. I had a naked real estate agent with her legs spread open on my couch waiting for me to fuck her. She got a good look at my dick and seemed to be impressed. I’m a little better off than most. I’ll claim to be almost eight inches depending on who I’m lying to. Maybe nine or ten inches if the woman if naive enough.
I always eat pussy first. I have no standards when it comes to eating pussy unless the woman is a real skank. Then skank is okay as long as no visible sperm is seeping from her cunt. Sarah, for a haughty bitch had a hair trigger right where her clit was located. She went off in the first couple of minutes, almost ripping my ears from my head. She went from a bitch to a whore in about ten seconds.
When you get one like this where you want her you don’t let go. It was obvious that if I kept at her pussy and clit she was going to blow her mind. After ten minutes of begging me to stop and ordering me not to quit Sarah let out a scream and went limp. I quickly moved up and buried my cock in her. She came to with me fucking her, her pelvis had been thrusting against my groin and her arms were locked around my neck when she realized I had almost fucked her to another orgasm.
“Oh, my God! Are you wearing a condom?”
“No, I’m more of a bareback kind of guy?”
Sarah kept humping. Her eyes rolled as she felt how deep my cock was in her.
“Okay. Go ahead. I might like some other guy cumming in me.”
It wasn’t a matter of like. She went berserk when she felt my seed start to spurt against her cervix.
“Oh, fuck. Cum in me. Yes, cum in me. I want to feel your sperm flood my cunt.”
There was a lot more than that, but you get the idea. I drained my load into her greedy cunt. She didn’t offer to get up when I pulled out. Sarah let my cum run from her onto my couch and laughed at the expression on my face when I realized it was my mess to clean up.
“Do I get that listing now?”
“I told you I had others to interview yet.”
“Asshole! I thought that was part of the deal.”
“Oh, is this the first time you pussy didn’t get you the listing?”
“First time that I remember. Guys are so easy when I get them alone and away from their wives.”
“How many times has it worked for you, anyway?” I was trying to aggravate her. I was still pissed about the cum on my couch.
“I lost count quite a while ago. It got me two listings last week. Who wouldn’t fuck a guy to get a huge commission? My first time was over a house that sold for $70,000. Not much commission on that, but it showed me the way to the money.”
I had to laugh at that. I knew waitresses that would fuck for fifty bucks and throw in a blowjob.
Sarah finally stood and gathered her clothes, putting on the g-string with cum still leaking from her cunt.
“I need to get home to my husband. Let me know when you are ready to list. I’ll let you eat my pussy again.”
Sarah was once again the real estate bitch, looking my house over like she was about to call a decorator. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked to her car. She gave me the up skirt shot at her crotch as she got behind the wheel and gave me a smile.
I guess I had the two extremes in Nancy and Sarah. The first timer and the old pro. Unless Nancy lied to me. Women will do that. It wouldn’t be the first woman I fucked after claiming to never having cheated on her marriage.
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Friday afternoon at 4 o’clock it was Anna. I didn’t realize I had scheduled so much young stuff. Anna was cute and just nineteen. I don’t want some young husband-hungry single cunt chasing me all puppy dog style, but Anna talked as we looked over the house. She was getting married in two weeks. That made me want to fuck her. Actually most women do something that make me want to fuck them. Sometimes it’s just being there in the room, across the room, in the next room, and so on.
I figured the marriage in two weeks made the girl off limits. Maybe so, but Anna’s team leader must have given her the hint about getting listings. She was doing things to make me want to fuck her. She’d learn later as a sweet young thing she didn’t have to do anything to get the men to want to fuck her.
Okay … maybe I mentioned, nineteen, getting married in two weeks. I wanted to fuck her. Dressed up women like real estate agents make me want to fuck them. I didn’t need a Plan A or a Plan B. Anna had her own plan.
Anna was pretty flirty. She probably thought that was enough to get me to sign a contract, me being the stupid single guy and all. It had to be more that her good looks that got her the six listings under her name. No one does that well on talent and knowledge without a little boost. I was looking for a shot at that little unmarried cunt before the wedding.
The flirting continued with her touching my shoulder and arms. We talked numbers. Then she asked for the contract.
“I don’t know what extras you offer with your contract, but some of the others are pretty aggressive about what their services include.”
“Oh, I see. Maybe I can be competitive. What did they offer?”
The look on Anna’s face was pure dare. What could she do? Report me to the local realtor board? There was nothing illegal about what I was about to tell her.
“The listing commission is a lot of money. Two of them fucked me.”
“Oh … ”
That’s all she said. She picked up her paperwork and put it back in her brief case and zipped it up. She stood by the kitchen table and started unbuttoning her jacket.
“When’s the last time you fucked a nineteen year old?”
“Well, I just assumed you were getting married in two weeks …” I let my voice trail off.
“Yes, that’s two weeks. So, fuck him. I tend to run a little hot. He’ll have all the pussy he can handle when his turn comes.”
“I mean, he’s going to be your husband and he hasn’t fucked you yet? I see your listings and have to say something must have went on to get them.”
“That was business. Business is business. Like I said, he’ll get his turn and I’ll keep getting my listings.”
By then Anna was naked and laying spread open on top of my kitchen table with a damp cunt waiting for my attention. I hurried to undress realizing I had been frozen to the spot while Anna went naked. No matter what is said about an older woman and women with kids having the body of a nineteen year old with no sags and a nice ass it’s probably been a long time since they had seen a nineteen year naked.
I put my face in her cunt and licked upwards along her open gash. Anna wiggled and moaned for several minutes until I sent her into a nice orgasm. Then she wanted fucked, actually pushing me away from her pussy and pulling me up between her legs. My usual fuck with women with kids was good, but this nineteen year old was special. If you really think a child-birthed snatch is the same after 6 weeks then you are over-compensating.
Turns out it was a little special for Anna, too.
“Oh, God! Where’s that going?”
I’m by no means huge. Anna’s previous sexual encounters, which didn’t include her soon-to-be husband, must have all been in the six and under department. The last two inches sent her into a wildly spiraling orgasm as my seed pumped into her.
“Oh, fuck, that was different. I haven’t had one go there. Can we do that again in a few minutes?”
Fortunately for the sexy nineteen year old getting it up wasn’t going to be a problem even though she did try to hurry things up by engulfing as much as my dick in her mouth as she could manage. Ten minutes later I was pumping my again hard cock deep into my own sloppy seconds. I fucked her in amazement as I watched what my cock was doing to the pretty teen.
“Wow! I may have to rethink that marriage. How do you feel about a younger woman?”
“I’m not planning anything permanent in my own relationships, but feel free to stop by whenever you feel like it.”
I smiled. Anna giggled.
“I just might do that.”
It was hard to tell who was the most stunned by our encounter, but Anna left without even mentioning getting the listing again.
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Maybe it was careful planning or maybe it was pure genius. I had my last three blondes schedule for Saturday morning, afternoon, and early evening. Maybe I shouldn’t have the opinion that blondes are easier to fuck, but it seems to be the case. The morning appointment was Joanie.
Joanie didn’t seem as happy as she could be. Turns out she was missing her daughter’s peewee soccer game. By then my own lies didn’t seem to bother me. I told her I was interviewing a couple of agents. Not that each one of them wasn’t living their own lies with clueless husband’s thinking their wives used their brains and charm to get their listing rather that the more receptive spot between their legs.
Joanie seemed resolved to her fate of missing her daughter’s game. After showing her around the house she had used most of her feminine ways to try to impress me that she was still a sexy mother of five deserving children. The children now being watched by her husband at a soccer match. And, Joanie? Well, Joanie had me.
“You said you had interview another agent?”
“Yes.”
“Man or woman?”
“Woman did she make any offer I could match or exceed?”
“Well, she pretty much put it all on the table.”
I thought back to the night before with and Anna naked and nineteen in my kitchen with my cock buried in her.
“Okay … what am I up against?”
“I nodded towards the table.”
“Oh, God … Again??”
I just smiled at the pretty blonde.
“How about I just suck your cock now and let you fuck me later? I’d really like to get to my daughter’s soccer game.”
“I’d like to make my mind up. How do I know you’d be a good fuck if all I get is a blowjob?”
“Shit! How many more are you going to interview?”
“I’ve got one more this afternoon.”
Okay, I lied. I was three for three on the blondes, about to go four for four and had two more blondes coming. And, was going to call in some more agents the next week. It was my lie, but kind a payback. Much like asking your wife how many guys she fucked before you and she says three knowing there was nine. If she says nine it was probably thirty. If she says thirty she isn’t going to remember the names and you don’t want to know anyway because your party girl has fucked over a hundred.
Joanie started to undress. I undressed with her. I’ll give her credit for looking pretty good for a mother of five, but she did have the Mom thing going. Maybe a little rebellious to motherhood with her pussy waxed smooth.
“Oh, I know that look. You need to know that I fucked my husband last night and don’t shower before soccer games. I like to feel the cum inside me.”
“Let me get started and see what I think.”
A quick suck on her clit and a run of my tongue up her cunt a few times and Joanie wasn’t going to any soccer game. A minute later Joanie flooded my mouth with her juices. If her husband had fucked her he must have been a dribbler. It was hard to keep up with her slit as she orgasmed rocking her pubes all over my face.
“That was a lie about fucking your husband I assume.”
“Yes. I wanted to get it over with, but let’s go to your bedroom.”
Soccer was forgotten as Joanie was wild in the bed for the next hour. I had cum in her twice. I have no idea how many times Joanie got off. This time she was going to know how cum felt in her. She made no effort to clean up before leaving and the last thing we did was when she took my load down her throat.
“This might be my best listing ever if I get it.”
I guess she was resigned to her fate, whether she was the most deserving fuck or not. The girl sure was trying. I sent her home to her husband and kids still full of my cum and with it on her breath. I assume she stopped for some gum and a quick clean up in a gas station restroom.
There was an hour for me to clean up and rest. Feeling overconfident I changed the sheets on the bed. I was watching a bit of the game on TV when Lynette ran the doorbell.
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Lynette won the “Most Perfume on a Real Estate Lady” award. Maybe she had fucked someone else on the way over and that was the cover up. Either that or she was getting one hell of a discount for buying by the case.
She looked good. One of the best in the photos, expensively dressed, and probably a $200 hairdo I would be doing my best to fuck up for her. Lynette went through my house like she couldn’t wait to get her clothes off and fuck me. She was one of those spoiled wives that thought her pussy could get her whatever she wanted.
“Bottom line. I want your listing. I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”
What? She was undressing already. We had never left the bedroom and she was pulling me onto my bed with me on top of her. I somehow got my pants down and she had me inside her in seconds. We were rocking in nice rhythm with my cock in as deep as it would go and she could take it. I was banging tight against her cervix.
“Oh, baby. When that thing goes off your seed is going to spurt right through and into my womb.”
I hoped her husband had her on the pill or she wasn’t in her fertile time. My seed directly into her womb was an idea that was going to make me cum. Then something seemed to be missing.
“I can’t cum in you without tasting you first.”
“Well, go for it!”
Lynette put her arms above her head and flopped her legs open. The woman was pretty tasty. If her pussy was a bakery item it would be the best selling on the menu. It sure had a creamy filling. My tongue lapped it up. I don’t think she expect me to make her cum. After the little surprise she laid there daring me not to stop. I love a good dare.
Later she wanted to get back to fucking. The idea of my seed directly into her womb, fertile or not was screaming in my mind. Fuck her! She had two kids and a husband. Another kid wasn’t going to hurt them. Maybe that was her plan all along. I gave her an impressive load considering all my recent activity and sent her on her way loaded with sperm.
I think if I would have asked Lynette would have told some kind of lie to her husband and spent the weekend with me. I needed to shower the perfume off me and change more sheets.
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Five for five! Stacy was next. Last of the blondes. Her voice was sexy on the phone when I made the appointment and like the others she looked hot and self-centered. She called about fifteen minutes before the appointment. I thought my streak had ended.
“Hi, I wanted to beg for an extra few minutes to get to our appointment. I had floor duty answering the phones. When I went out to my car it would not start. My husband is going to pick me up. I’ll be there, but a few minutes late if that is okay.”
“Yeah, sure. No problem. Don’t rush yourself.”
This could be new. Her husband was bringing me his wife not knowing it might be for me to fuck her if all went as planned and as how things had gone with the others. She was late by less than 15 minutes. The trick would be what to do with her husband.
“Hi, I’m Stacy. Sorry I’m late.”
I didn’t glance towards the car. I sure wasn’t going to invite her husband along. I got her inside. She was still somewhat flustered.
“What about your husband. Does he want to out for a drink and come back when you call or something?”
“Oh, no. He brought the kids. They’ll just sit out in the car and wait. It’s our two kids and the baby. The baby is 5 months. Probably much easier just to wait in the car with them.”
I probably should have invited them in, but that was the last thing I wanted was her kids clamoring about my house and it seemed like she felt that way as well.
“I feel like we are off to a nervous start, but I find your home to be lovely. Just what most young couples are looking for. I wish my husband and I could afford it. I guess I need to keep getting those listings.”
That was followed by a nervous laugh as I continued to show her around the house. I really wanted to go six for six. Stacy had a “thing” about her. Not sure what it was, but I wanted a shot at that pussy. Baby or not her tits looked worth sucking. They hung large and round in her bra.
“Lets look at the Master again before we talk business.”
She actually led me back to my bedroom.
“Look, my day has been all fucked up and now the whole car thing.”
I was surprised by the quick use of the F-word. Maybe I blushed a little.
“So, you talked to other agents. I’m sure at least one of them a woman. You probably fucked her so I want to be sure my name stays in the hat for the contract. As hectic and disastrous as my day has been I’m sure a good fucking is just what I need right now. Could you do that? Could you give me a good fucking?”
That was sincere. She really meant it.
“I get to eat your pussy a little first.”
“Great! All the better. The way I feel I hope you can swallow fast.”
Stacy could lubricate fast. It was slick and pleasant tasting. I made her cum pretty quickly. She just laid there afterwards.
“Oh, fuck. That was part of what I needed.”
I flicked my tongue at the twat a couple of more times and sucked onto her clit. Boom! Got her good twice and I had built a load for her. I moved up to fuck her.
“Let, me get on top. I’ve got something special for you.”
I laid on my back. Those big round tits were still covered by her blouse and bra. Her tits spilled out when the bra came off. They hung right in my face as I felt her reach for my cock and guide it into her stickiness.
“You ever fucked a nursing mother before? These things are full. I should have milked myself out before coming over here.”
There was a lot of tit there. The baby kept the nipples red and swollen. Some milk had leaked through her nipples at the tips. I tasted it and then started to suck. Suddenly warm milk had an attraction for me. I was drinking it down in gulps.
“That’s going to take you a few minutes to drain those just like I’m going to drain your balls.”
Who was this woman and where had she been all my life? Just then I could feel my cock go upside her full length. Her cunt walls barely struggled.
“Hmmmmn. Nice cock. We had a neighbor with a cock about your size right after I got married.”
“Oh, were you in real estate then?”
“No, I’ve just really always been into cock. Keep fucking me.”
If I had her around I’d nurse at her big tits every day. We didn’t seem to be in a hurry and her husband and kids were waiting outside in the car for Christ’s sake. I’d get interested in milking her tits and almost forget I was fucking her. After about 45 minutes my balls tightened and I fired my load up her cunt.
“Oh, my. You shot almost as much up inside me as you sucked out.” She teased.
Stacy stay on me with her fuck motions continuing. Her tits now leaked baby’s milk on my face and chest.
“I guess I should strap these things back up and get back to the family. This was a most unusual fuck, wouldn’t you say?”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I laughed.
“Just remember who showed you a good time a the contract signing.”
“I promise I’ll never forget.”
I pointed out my cum running from her snatch.
“Want to clean up first?”
“No, I take it to go.”
“She used two fingers to scoop up the leakage and licked my cum into her mouth.”
“Extra protein for the baby.” She grinned.
Then she put her mouth over my dick and sucked for a couple of minutes.
“A baby can never get too much protein.”
She dressed as I watched.
“Do I look like I’ve just been fucked?” She teased.
“A little bit.”
“Fuck it. He’s never going to notice.”
And, then she was gone.
Blondes! Six for six!
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Sunday! My heart and brain along with my dick told me I could have given the listing to any of the blondes. Maybe it was the stupid part of me that had we scanning agency rosters for what else looked fuckable. Some of the other blondes looked good, too. There were 22 real estate brokers in town. Maybe I could cherry pick one good fuck from each of them.
Having had success with six ladies in 4 days I could run the table on the other 16 brokers, score with some cunt from each, in less than a couple of weeks I could get an agent to fuck from each company. Surely it wasn’t just the blondes that let themselves get fucked to sign a listing.
Brunettes, redheads, old, and young. There was a lot of variety out there. I had marked three when the phone rang.
“Hi, What are you doing right now?”
“Uh, just checking something on the computer.”
I had no idea who it was and she was giving me no clues. It was sex talk and she was missing my dick. It had to be one of the blondes. I didn’t dare guess the wrong one. Finally the clue.
“My future husband would rather golf with his friends rather than hang around with me. Do you think I should have fucked him?”
“What? And, ruin the honeymoon surprise?” It was my nineteen year old, Anna with the hard body.
“Can I park in your garage?”
“What?”
“When I come over can I park in your garage. I don’t want my car seen on the street for three hours.”
“Sure! Come on.”
“Okay, Sweetie. See you in ten.”
The first hour was eating pussy with a little sixty-nine thrown in. That’s what Anna wanted. Me eating her pussy. They I got to fuck her. It was like fucking Barbie except there was nothing plastic about Anna’s figure. I was fucking a knockout. If you ever heard the expression “I’d give my left nut to fuck that” … this gal would leave a trail of left nuts behind.
Anna arrived at ten in the morning. After fucking her twice we hung out naked together and fixed some lunch. Then I fucked her again and she hurried home full of my cum right at one o’clock. I hope the soon-to-be new husband liked his golf.
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By three in the afternoon I had circled the faces of a couple of more agents when the phone rang.
“I got kind of bored around the house. I told my husband I was going to driving around looking for For Sale by Owner signs to look for clients. How about you fuck me a couple of hours instead?”
“Okay. Sounds good. Wanted me let you park in the garage?”
“No, the street’s fine. I don’t care who sees me. They’ll just think it’s a follow up call.”
I had no idea who was coming to my house when the knock came at the door. I opened it to find Nancy my first-fuck blonde. The newbie with the casual attitude. Nancy was durable and do-able. No conversation necessary. She undressed. I looked at her cunt.
“You can eat me. I’ve been a good girl.”
She liked getting off with my tongue, but she was there to fuck. Ten minutes and my cock was in her. Even though she got me to cum in her when I went soft I left it in and was hard a fucking her a few minutes later. We seemed to have a connection that just kept it going. We went to two hours and a half with lots of kissing and making out. Nancy dressed.
“Better get home to the family. I’ll be cooking Sunday dinner with your cum in my cunt.”
“Sounds delicious.”
“How’s the agent hunt going? You probably fucked all of them, didn’t you?”
I just smiled.
“Oh, shit. How many?”
“Six for six.”
“And, you made them all think they might get your listing. You know you can go to hell for that, don’t you?”
“Might be worth it.”
“Could be. Let’s do this again in a couple of days. Keep me at the top of the list.”
Those were the two that came back. Nancy and Anna. Anna with the wedding looming even closer was back on Tuesday for a couple of fresh loads and wanted to fuck on the weekend. The next week would be her wedding.
Nancy was the spur of the moment one. Sometimes she would take off work, fake an appointment or do that phony looking for For Sale by Owner thing again. He husband never suspected as I nailed her two or three times a week for months.
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Monday I had a redhead over that had a real “fuck me” look about her. A little landing patch as the only unshaven part of her pussy made that thing very edible. We spent two hours with her showing me she could cum every couple of minutes whether I was fucking her or eating her out.
The girl had a small set of tits and a very round ass. I guess the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. I liked the small tits and hard nipples poking my chest. The round ass kept her cunt right up against my me so my cock was always buried in her.
She and her husband settled on having just one kid and if that is the body she gets left with it was a very good decision.
We fucked after I ate her out, chatted and then fucked again. Why do women cheat on their husbands and when offered a chance to clean up decide to leave the sperm in their cum soaked cunts? It must be for the hello kiss for their spouse with another man’s cum in their wet pussies.
This way the first agent to get pushy about me signing a listing agreement. Things got a little ugly when she found out offering her pussy wouldn’t always get her a signature. When she was cussing me while slamming on her clothes I had to get a dig in:
“What are you going to do, tell you husband on me?”
“Fuck you, asshole!”
On a scale of one to ten she was no match for the blondes.
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Tuesday morning found me with some regret for making appointments by hair color. After the good pussy and bad attitude from the redhead the day before I had some reservations about the listing appointment I had make for ten that morning.
Something should be said for a morning fuck. Maggie arrived smartly dressed and with a curt, but friendly attitude. After showing her through the place Maggie had loosened up and had gotten a little touchy/feely. We discussed my state of being single and her marriages. I offered her a beer and was surprised when she accepted. My mind was picturing how her long red curls would look brushing over her bare nipples.
The late thirties showed on her. Plus, the multiple marriages were to seven men from which she had nine children. Two were still in high and the rest out of the home. She showed me pictures of them and of her husband. The pretty girls had gotten Mom’s good looks.
Things were going well. In spite of her age, her husbands and all those kids Maggie was on my “Must Fuck” list. She had ten years on my gold standard for women of being mid to late twenties and twenty years on nineteen year old Anna.
I offered another beer. After a gulp from the second bottle Maggie offered some advice.
“Maybe I should warn you, after the second beer I usually end up fucking the guy.”
She stood to take off her jacket and placed in on the back of the chair. I could se her generous tits right through the blouse and Maggie was going braless. I went over behind her and started playing with her boobs. The nipples hardened. She unbuttoned her blouse as I fondled her breasts. She had the kind of sag that I loved on older women. Her large tits curved down a few inches then rocketed straight out with the nipples.
Now standing she faced me, shaking her long hair so it hung over her nipples like I had imagined. I teased her nipples while she worked my shirt off me. The big jugs felt good against my chest. During all the kissing and stroking that was going on Maggie worked her ass back to sit on the edge of the table. When her legs came up and her skirt opened for me she didn’t much believe in panties either. A thick red bush of pubic hair was saying hello.
Maggie smiled at me.
“Maybe we should go to your bedroom for this.”
“Okay, but I’m eating that pussy first.”
I didn’t care by then if some guy had fucked her on the way over. I was eating that pussy. What a trip. Seven marriages and nine kids for the redhead and I wanted to eat her out. I sort of waited for her to lie back in the bed.
“You back first. I’ll make this right for you.”
Once on my back Maggie put her head towards my knees and brought a leg up over my face. This could work. Her cunt was a heavy thatch of red hair with the pinkness of her pussy looking soft, wet, and puffy right in the center of it. Maggie leaned down towards me until my tongue lapped at her center. A few quick few laps from my tongue and the lips opened up and settled down over my mouth. As the heat of her slit settled over me her mouth took my cock to the base within a half dozen plunges into her throat.
Morning sex was nice. Neither of us had been through anything to make the day stressful. Rather than a tired sex at the end of the day all couples should start the day with a morning fuck.
Maggie was a creamer. Once her pussy got started she kept a continual stream of her juices flowing into my mouth. She got off several times before I sent my load down her throat. After cumming she didn’t move from my face. I had her cleaned out and was carefully lapping each new droplet as it would appear. On Maggie’s part, her boobs felt good mashed into my chest as she sucked my mostly limp cock in and out of her mouth.
Maybe I wouldn’t understand her six divorces, but I could sure understand why seven guys would want to marry her. She must have been wild as hell in her twenties. I found myself eating her again and she was face down on my hard cock. She was feeding me quite a snack again when she moved and asked me if I was going to fuck her.
“I was just waiting for you to be ready.”
“Hell, I was ready when I came through the front door. I was ready riding over her in the car. I’ve had that big thing down my throat now I need it up my snatch. What I need is a load of cum spraying around inside it.”
Maggie went on her back and I started fucking her. Something about it put me at ease. No pressure, no worries. We were just fucking. It was comfortable fucking Maggie. Not comfortable like an old shoe, but I fit in her just right. Like a shoe she didn’t feel too tight and there wasn’t any room to flop around. As much as I was enjoying all the variety I’d been offered when it came to fucking Maggie I could make her a regular. Maybe even daily. It was that good.
She got that load sprayed around inside her she wanted and was cumming hard when she got it. I left it in her. She had a way of making it show some little signs of life. We kissed and chatted. I’d burying my face in her tits and suck her nipples. She’d thrust back at me whenever she felt any sign of hardness. Finally we were going full force. Something about the way she could say “fuck me” let you know that you wouldn’t be able to hold back. My testicles must be getting used to the extra fucking because I sure put a load in her.
Again, Maggie kind of lingered. For me, most of my work is from home. As long as I log at least thirty-two hours per week on the company server I’m good. And, it can be any day, any time, day or night. Maggie had been there three hours. I wondered about her job.
Women sure had a casual approach to sex as compared to say, my Mom’s generation. Women I’ve known before, but especially my real estate ladies never asked me to wear a condom, or pull out. Except for the snotty bitch a condom was never mentioned, and I think that was more for her housekeeping reason rather that fear of disease or pregnancy. They all just barebacked me with no concern for the consequences what-so-ever.
Then you look at today’s families. Whether it’s two or three kids or a half dozen. You look at most of them with their mothers and wonder who the hell the father’s must be. Then you talk to them and find out the couple has been married ten or fifteen years. You want to ask the Dad if he works out of town a lot. The moms seem to be happy with their mismatched kids and proud to know other people are figuring it out and their husbands are not.
So, that’s what went through my head while my cock was softening and I was sucking nipples and sharing a few intimate kisses. I didn’t want to spoil the mood, but Anna could be calling me any minute as she had said she would see me Tuesday.
“I’m not going to get you in trouble with you boss or husband, am I?”
“Oh, no. My boss is my husband.”
“What?”
Maggie got up and began to dress.
“My boss is my husband. We met ten years ago when my previous husband and I were selling our house. Now he’s my broker and we are partners at the firm. He had a hand in raising every one of my kids even though none of them were his. I started fucking him while the house was for sale. He had money and a nice dick. We liked to fuck. I got my real estate license and now here were are. Well, here I am anyway. You would think he would have caught on by now, but everything is good and he is clueless.”
The wheels were spinning in my brain. Maggie had six husbands and nine kids before she was 38 years of age. I wondered if any of them ever caught her fucking around. I was imagining the possibilities. I wondered what my number on her list I might be.
“Did you hear me?”
It was Maggie’s voice.
“Oh, no sorry. I was lost in thought about what a great fuck you are.”
“I was saying we should do this again next week.”
“Really??”
I was a little shaken.
“I should have my mind made up by then about the listing.”
“Oh, that won’t make a difference. I can always use some cock. Not that I’m a slut. I do fuck to get listings, but I’m not one of those that gives it away to everybody. I’d like your cock in me again and again. I’m comfortable with you.”
There was that “comfortable” word again. This time coming from Maggie. I kissed her and watched her walk to her car. As I waved to her I thought, “There goes another wife going back to her husband with a cunt full of cum.”
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I wasn’t sure when I’d hear from Anna. She could be tied up with a client or maybe fucking for another listing. I showered Maggie off me and changed the sheets. I was doing a lot of laundry. I got in an hour or so logged in to work. Anna’s called about three with a 5 minute warning that she was on her way. She was ready to fuck when she arrived.
The green light was given to go down on her. She said I had been her last fuck when we got together on Sunday.
“It’s because you just aren’t trying.” I teased.
Anna beat me undressed and straddled my thighs facing me. Her busy little cunt gaped open a bit as I went for a finger in her. Something had her so hot she was squirming before I was in to the second knuckle. She kissed me while I finger-fucked her. Then she broke the kiss.
“Want to eat my little pussy?”
She knew I did and squealed as she ran naked for my bedroom. By the time I caught up her legs were spread and she had my meal all ready for me.
“Do me good. I’ve been thinking about this and needing it badly all day long.”
My tongue was flooded with girl juices. Anna was fucking her cunt right at my face. She got what she needed pretty quickly and was polite enough to lay there and let me continued to give her little orgasms that made her tummy quiver.
“Go ahead and fuck me. I might get out of here and sell something today.”
She wasn’t really in a hurry and I managed to cum in her twice.
The contrast with Maggie was staggering comparing a woman with seven marriages to a nineteen year old waiting for her first. Don’t expect me to explain the difference between fucking someone with all that experience and someone about to become a first time bride. I didn’t bother to dress as Anna got ready to leave. I’d work naked at the computer for a while before cleaning up for a late evening appointment about the listing.
“Hey, you are on your own for a while. I’ve got wedding things to do the whole rest of the week. You’ll fuck me Saturday morning. Dumbass thinks he needs to golf again with his buddies before we get married. A couple of hours after you fuck me I’ll be Mrs. What’s-his-name.” She laughed.
“Whoa, I thought is was next week.”
“No, this Saturday. After that you’ll be cumming in a married woman. The way he likes golf we should figure on four hours every Saturday. You can eat that pussy you’re always after. And, maybe we’ll get a couple of chances like this every week.”
“Are you sure you want to get married?”
It all seemed kind of surreal. New husband and planning to fuck me on the side several times per week.
“You shouldn’t complain. You know that married pussy is the best pussy. Don’t be complaining.” She teased.
“I feel bad I didn’t get you a gift.”
“Oh, you already did!”
She patted her pussy and raised her skirt. Cum was already wet and through her panties as she prepared to take my load back to work with her.
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Tuesday night would be my first brunette and my first Asian. Both her he parents were born Japanese. Muri was cute little thing married to an American soldier. They had met in California. They had two very young children. He husband was overseas on duty. Sales records showed she was pretty proficient at selling and listing houses. I was going to find out if her hairy little twat had anything to do with it.
Petite and short, there was nothing girlish about her figure. I wondered if tits that looked D-Cup on her could be fake. A trim waist and flared hips made her look more than fuckable.
As we talked going through the house I asked about her husband.
“We just talked via Skype before I left the office to come over here. He gets horny and I flash my tits at him to keep him going. He shows the other guys. When they are back in the States I’m pretty popular. Everyone looks at me like they want to fuck me.”
“How about me?”
“Yes, you kind of have that look.”
Muri laughed which made the big knockers jiggle. My eyes locked on them. Muri blushed and laughed all the harder.
“You see what I mean? What’s wrong with you men?”
“You seem to get a lot out of it yourself.”
I never took my eyes off them.
“I don’t think they are real.”
They looked huge … and real. I didn’t see any better way to bait her. If she slapped me and left, then she slapped me and left. I didn’t think Muri was the kind to slap me a leave.
She pulled the tail of her blouse from her skirt. All the women wore skirts. I guess it’s the allure of what’s up under there and the idea of maybe reaching up under there and snatching their panties off. Women knew how to work a skirt.
Muri pulled up her blouse. Her bra hooked in front. She unclasped it and pulled the cup off her right tit. Holy Shit! It was definitely a D-Cup. With her being tiny it was probably a size 30 D-Cup. I don’t know where you’d buy a bra like that, but what a tit.
“I can tell it’s big, but I can’t tell if it’s real from here.”
“Then get closer.”
I don’t know who was outsmarting whom, but Muri was loving showing off her tit. Me getting to see her big tit or not she was probably outsmarting me.
“Well, if it’s fake there should be a scar under your boob or around the nipple.”
“You won’t be satisfied unless you look.”
Was anyone still thinking about real estate here? I lifted her boob and looked for a scar. Genuine tit so far. I looked closely around her nipple, a nipple that was now hard and distended. I held the nipple between my fingers while I looked. Muri gave herself away. She was into it. Someone was going to have to fuck her. I put my hand on her boob and sucked on the nipple.
“Hmmm. Seems real to me. How about the other one?”
“What about the other one?”
“How do I know it’s real. You may be all wobbly and lopsided and had the other one worked on so they’d be they same.”
Muri’s brain was starting to kick in somewhere about six inches below her belly button.
“God, but you are hard to convince.”
The other cup got moved aside. Her left tit popped into view. It was a bullshit move, but I examined it anyway. By the time I did the tongue test Muri was well over the cliff. I looked her straight in the eye. The slight lack of focus showed she was now thinking with her vagina.
“You look like you need me to take you back to the bedroom and fuck you.”
“Uh-huh …”
Still wondering who outsmarted whom I shoved my face between her legs. Turns out there weren’t panties up that skirt. I was going to eat the hell out of her little Japanese cunt and then fuck her. Muri was pretty high spirited. I got my hands under her tight ass and slathered my face all through her cunt. Like all women the time came she had to be fucked.
Screams turned to moans and back to screams again. I kept eating her cunt as she went from shoving my face into her wet twat to beating on my shoulders begging me to stop. Her petite size didn’t give her much leverage to dislodge me from being merciless to her swollen clit and fast-flowing slit. Finally she just succumbed to it and muttered, “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over again.
The secret was that as long as she kept cumming I wasn’t going to quit. Again, back to who was outsmarting whom. (God, I love the word “Whom”. I don’t know where or how to use it, but whom the fuck cares.) I kept at her cunt. I had no idea if she had to be somewhere else soon or even cared. All of Muri’s thinking was being done below her belly button fueled by the fact that all the time my face was eating her pussy my hands were on her big boobs and teasing her nipples.
Finally Muri had some hard convulsions as I got to her good. It must have been an hour that I had kept her under my control. We were at the point that we knew who won that one, or did we? Although she would still lunge her cunt at me when I’d give her little orgasms when she again tried to push my head away I let her. When I moved up to my knees she laid with her legs flopped open and those big knockers were standing tall on her chest.
“My mother is watching my kids. I’m going to be late, but I need you to fuck me.”
“Maybe just a little more.”
It wasn’t fair. Her pussy was in control of her body, had been for almost an hour, from head to toe. I could do whatever I wanted. Her tiny petite body was limp from all the effort of cumming and sometimes the effort not to cum. She tried to mess with me. Her cunt kept getting in the way. The little Japanese wife was a cum princess. Maybe not when she went willingly into my bedroom, but I figured her out. Those little moves she made that she didn’t know telegraphed helped me keep her cunt out of control.
I gloated and laughed silently to myself as I continued to not let her stop cumming. Her mother and children were going to find Mommy very late in getting home. She couldn’t be any more my captive if I had tied her to the bed. Muri didn’t want to get away. She wanted anything I’d do to her. She wouldn’t have been able to walk even if her throbbing pussy had let her legs back together. It was dark outside now.
Muri may have had her cunt eaten, but never without let up. Most guys have the attitude of “she’s wet enough, I’m fucking her”. More of a quick lick and shove in the dick. She had taken over squeezing her own boobs during the first hour. My hands under her ass bounced her cunt up into my face. I’m not sure she even knew it was no longer light outside. Her mother and her kids had been all but forgotten now. She was reduced to being cunt and clit, tits and nipple. She was to locked into pleasure they to think of anything else.
Maybe I should fuck her and let her go home. I was going to fuck her. I built her up to an orgasm where she was screaming again. Then I stopped. I pulled my face out of her cunt and walked away. Both little hands went to her crotch. One rubbed circles pounding her clit. She tried to get the other inside her.
I turned on the light beside the bed to watch Muri get herself off. She blinked, now realizing the room had been dark. Her hand on her clit was a blur. The one she was trying to stuff in her cunt was in with all four fingers and her thumb inside her. Had she made a fist the whole thing would have slipped inside her.
It was about the hottest thing I had ever seen. I’d never witnessed a woman get herself off. For poor Muri she was right there and couldn’t get herself over the top. He body contorted all over the bed, but she couldn’t get herself the release. It was mean to let her be like that. It was my revenge against all women and their lying sneaky ways. I left her there and went to take a piss. Her cries became silence. I heard her get out of bed. When I turned around from the toilet she was naked in the doorway. Her huge tits were heaving on her chest. I hadn’t noticed her pussy gap. The space between her thighs showed her now open and protruding pussy lips.
“You’d damn well better fuck me and get me off good!”
She sat on the toilet. I watched her and listened to her piss. For the hundred times I’d made her cum I still hadn’t cum once. It almost hurt, me needing the release myself. I pulled down the front of my underwear and let my cock pop out towards her face. I’ve already said I’m not huge, but bigger than most. More than Muri had seen be it boyfriends, husband, or real estate clients.
It was kind of a whisper, but the words were, “Holy Fucking Shit!” I let her put some of it in her mouth. She was on the toilet naked, sucking my cock. I wanted to blow my load down her throat. Maybe not even fuck her. I think with her looks and those big tits little Muri always got her way.
I stepped back and turned towards the bed. I laid on my back. I could see Muri in the bathroom mirror as she wiped her pussy with a wash cloth. She looked at herself, patted her tummy and both of her nipple a few seconds before turning to come to the bed.
My cock was rock hard and straight up. I pushed down on my pubic bone to give her the effect of the full length.
“God, how big is that thing?”
Her voice was husky.
“Ten inches!”
That was one of those time I mentioned you go lie about length. What was a 5 foot, ninety-five pound, Japanese girl going to know about it being ten inches or the truth about it being just under eight?
“Wow!”
Muri was impressed. Apparently my little white lie worked and also apparently her encounters had been with average and smaller dicks. With her small size she straddled me and had to sort of back down on it. Muri wanted it in her. With a couple of inches inside her she was able to come up on her knees and slide down on more of my shaft. About six inches were inside her when we seem to be ready to go where no man has gone before.
All the thrusting down on me and the yelling that she was going to cum was getting to me. All the motions showed that she was wanting all of it in her.
My thoughts about who was tricking whom came back to my mind. So far Muri had about cummed herself to death and I was still holding my original load. What if the little whore got her self off and left me with my cock throbbing in the air? Just as she was thrusting violently and beginning to cum I lifted her petite body up off my cock and laid her on her back on the bed.
Her legs flopped open, thinking I was going to fuck her I dropped my face into her cunt again. I went from trying to get my tongue impossibly inside her to her cervix to sucking hard on her clit. Then there were the screams. Muri was cumming with everything she had, yet with no control over what was happening to her.
If we were somehow playing a game it was going to be my game. Not with any particular rules, but my game. I could ram my cock in her and she’d have me off in less that five minutes. She would control that. Yet, I could eat her pussy all night and drive her positively insane with her having no desire for me to stop. There was no effort to get away, no pushing to try to stop me. I’d lap at her pussy to let her calm down then suck and nip at her clit to put her into the next orgasm.
At almost midnight her phone went off with a text. It was from her mother.
WHERE R YOU. YOU OK?
Shit! I didn’t want the cops looking for her. She had not moved. Normally there would be nothing like a text or call to get a woman’s attention. Muri still had her legs open with her fingertips squeezing her nipples. I was beside the bed. Muri didn’t seem to know I had gotten up.
“Muri! Your Mom sent a text. She wants to know where you are.”
She took the phone in sort of a stupor. She looked around unfocused. She stared at the phone while trying to motion me back between her legs. Maybe I should fuck her now. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face back into her cunt. I looked up at her. She squirmed when I started sucking one cunt lip then the other into my mouth. I watched her face as she tried to text. She sent the message and then melted onto my tongue, hit a big orgasm and laid quietly.
Her phone slid to where I could read the message.
STOPPED BY NICKI’S FOR SOME DRINKS. BETTER NOT DRIVE. SEE YOU IN THE MORNING. MURI
Muri laid in place. Her pussy would rock up towards me then back down when she wanted her clit teased. She seemed perfectly content. Now who was in control? She wasn’t getting out of my bed, but I had been eating pussy for hours. When I’d look up Muri’s face was taunt and her eyelashes batted as her eyes would roll back in her head.
I was pretty sure I had won. The pretty little Japanese was in my control. Everyone I’d ever been with before came to a point where they were done and either she or I went home. Muri had texted her mom that she was spending the night with a friend. It was obvious she had no plans to leave.
I was going to fuck her. She moaned and protested when I moved up. Then her little hand reached down to guide my cock into that sweet cunt of hers that was so much in control of her mind and body.
This probably wouldn’t take long. Once I’d cum in her it would be game even. Which is bullshit. Muri would hold all the cards. Could it be cumming in a woman’s cunt sucks the power from a man? My seed against her cervix would make her the winner.
I tried to think things to make myself last like imagining I was fucking my ex-wife. Not helping. Maybe some issues there. All else I could think of was my Mom. God, don’t ever think about fucking your Mom when you are having sex. That about sent sperm flying out of the end of my cock. Another bad idea. Maybe an issue there. A quick thought about her mother keeping her kids at home while Muri got filled with cock. Also, not helpful.
Wait … That last two inches Muri didn’t get down on the brief time she was on top. How many guys get to fuck a woman that can’t take the whole length. We seemed to be stuck at the six inch mark. Muri thrust up on my cock so hard I swear I could feel it bend. Well, that was over. Might have been her cervix, but something gave way. Not a bad thing however. Muri was going insane as my dick went somewhere totally new to her.
What else could I do? I thought of her husband in the military in the middle east. All he had gotten from his wife in months was a tit shot over Skype that he shared with the boys. I’d been fucking his wife all except the thirty minutes after she exposed her tits for him to share. Yes, it was true. Thanks for your service, but your wife fucks around on you.
Bought some time on that. Felt some guilt about fucking some soldier’s wife. Somebody was going to be fucking her. It wasn’t like I got her cherry for her first time cheating. She had told me there had been several others before me.
Oh, Lord! Back near it again. Fuck! That is some excellent pussy. I’m kissing all over those big tits. She’s crying and screaming at the same time. She’s cumming. I’m cumming … am I cumming? Think fast! Somebody else. Somebody else. Oh, shit. Mom again? No not Mom.
Damn! There was that feeling in my balls and my groin. Lots of sperm. Swimmers and seed flooded into Muri. Yeah, I had to be through her cervix. Those little baby makers were going directly into her womb. She had to be on the pill anyway.
I started to say something to Muri. She was out. I mean out … gone. Breathing … her tits were heaving on her chest, nipples still like little spikes. I could feel cum leak out around my cock. “Call me the King, Baby! You just got a royal fucking!”
So, there was this problem. I just fucked one of my hottest women ever. Pretty, petite, big tits, tight pussy. Yet when I shot my load I was imagining I was fucking my mother. I hear there is therapy for that. Thanksgiving this year is going to be a bitch.
I lay on my back thinking. Muri snuggled as close to me as her D-cups would let her. Sound asleep or totally out of it she was quiet and held her naked body to me.
Why was I thinking about Mom! My mother was pretty cute for her time. I saw her naked when I was about eight. I didn’t know what they were doing, but Dad was at work and Mom was fucking Mr. Roper from next door. It wasn’t just the once. It was a lot. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but Mom keep begging him to cum in her.
There was that delivery guy. I watched that several times. He always laid his brown pants over the couch. Mom would put her arms on the back of the couch with her dress up over her back and her panties around her ankles while delivery man fucked her from behind.
There were a couple of times I caught her with a couple of guys in the house when I was in high school. She’d slip them out the back not knowing I’d watched while the pounded her full of cum. I always wanted to ask Dad if he knew.
The last time was rehearsal dinner for my wedding. Everyone was having a few drinks. My bride disappeared for a while at the same time as a guy that was supposed to be a boyfriend of her sister that just happened to be someone my ex-wife had dated previously. Not being totally stupid I had some curiosity. While looking for my soon-to-be wife I saw my mother being fucked by my gal’s father.
Maybe that’s why I don’t trust women. I’m not sure I even like women. Not meaning I like men. I like fucking woman, but more in a predatory way. Always looking to find a woman that cheats. Maybe Mom is my reason for being the wife trapper. She did look good getting fucked though.
Well, Muri woke up before I did. She wasn’t shy about waking me for another round. When I was ready to fill her cunt she had cum a couple of times and was right along with me.
This was working pretty good. She showered and started putting on her clothes. The big knockers got the best of me and we fucked again. When I shot my second load in her I had a vision. It was Mom. I mean, Muri was Mom. Or, whatever, my mind had me pump my Mom full of cum.
Muri had to get home so she could Skype her husband. I was confused … very confused.
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I’ll make a note that Muri and I didn’t ever get together again. See didn’t even call back about the listing. Me on the other hand, I was hoping my next fuck didn’t end up with my mother’s face on her when I emptied my cum up her cunt.
That wouldn’t take long to find out. I had another brunette coming to check the house in the afternoon. With my luck with real estate ladies so far fucking her was pretty much a sure thing.
My work needed my attention. I didn’t want pussy to get me fired. I showered after Muri left and got in some hours on the company server. I couldn’t believe it was Wednesday already. I got enough work done online so my bosses wouldn’t be saying anything.
Right on the dot at 2 P.M. Laura rang my doorbell. Funny thing how women can be on time when there are thousands of dollars on the line. She looked just like her online photo. You might say as pretty as a picture. She brushed right past me when I invited her in. At twenty-one she explained that she had worked at a bar while she learned real estate. As a side note she mentioned she liked working the bar scene and tried to work a couple of nights per week. A friendly smile followed her invitation for me to stop by.
After her flirting and body actions while looking at the house and the invitation to the bar I was 100% certain I’d be fucking her. Personally I’m not much of drinker or a bar person. My main use for them has been to pick up married pussy on her girl’s night out. Laura left the impression that she wouldn’t put a up fight if someone tried to fuck her. I could visualize her working the bar and slipping out for a fuck and maybe another before heading home to her husband.
She told that her husband was a college boy striving to be a one of those upper one percent guys that sucks the wealth from the country. He was 28 and had met her in the bar, then married her. That made me want to fuck her all the more. I had the feeling he was naive to the fact that his wife liked cock and lots of it.
Laura didn’t hide her barmaid demeanor. She talked a little rough and you could tell she liked being hit on. She asked if I had talked to other agents, if they made special “concessions”, and acted perfectly willing to fuck me if it helped her chances.
She looked like the girl next door type until her clothes came off. First of all she had to have been in a tanning booth in the nude. Her body was pretty much average, but something about her made it work. Maybe it was her man-eater mentality. Then came her statement that didn’t shock me, but did catch me off guard.
“My husband is gone a lot. He works harder to make his next million than he does to keep me happy. I try to make sure I get someone to fuck me every day.”
Pretty scrappy for a twenty-one year old.
“Next million? Did you say next million?”
“Yes, he’s ripped off enough people to be worth about seven. If you fuck me you’ll be fucking a rich woman. If I left him today I’d get half. So, what do you say? Want to fuck my three million dollar pussy?”
“Sure … if I don’t have to pay for it. I don’t have the cash.”
“Well, you could sell your house … ” Laura laughed.
First things first. I nuzzled my face into her pussy with no complaints from her. Looking up when she started to react I spoke.
“I guess I’ll have to owe you.”
“No, you’re off to a good start. This one is free.”
Why if I’m in control do I always end up getting hooked on pussy? I have this three foot thing going. Any women that gets within three feet I have to fuck her. It might be 30 feet or three hundred feet. Something about almost every woman makes me want to fuck her.
All that money gave her an air of elegance, yet her bar maid mouth made her sound like a crack whore. I kept my face in her cunt. Juices flowed onto my tongue. Her clit was her weak spot. Absolute a hair trigger. A couple of orgasms from Laura and I was ready to fuck her. My cock rammed home. No biggest cock for her. Laura had been around, not that I wasn’t appreciated. I was torn between making it last and blasting my seed into her. Young pussy is great.
“Well, am I worth it?”
“You said it was free. You can’t charge me now.”
“You’ll pay in cum. My cunt’s going to suck it right from your balls.”
Wow! Her husband got a “buy one/get one free”. A classy trophy wife and a nasty gutter slut.
“Do you tell everyone that you are rich?”
“No, I’m usually just the bar waitress that’s easy to fuck. I sometimes talk about paying the electric bill and guys offer to help. It’s kind of a little inside joke of mine.”
The conversation helped me hold off cumming in her. Then it was all rockets, fireworks, and maybe a grenade or two. Laura went off and I drenched her cunt. She went to pee and clean up a little. When I went I expected her to be dressed and ready to leave. Instead of leaving she was in the center of my bed on her elbows and knees and her cunt pointed right at me.
“Want to fuck me from behind?”
I gave her an 8 inch answer. Pounded my cock into her hard. She liked hard. Hell, she liked everything. Slow and smooth, pussy eaten, it it was sex Laura liked it. I gave her twenty minutes of some of my best. Satisfied my entire load was in her Laura dropped a knee and rolled onto her back. Still hard enough to get it in I plunge my dick home in her.
So, then it got weird. We were doing that kind of fucking where you’re done, but it hasn’t softened enough to slip out yet. I was kissing her nipples and her neck. She’d cum back with a full on lip smashing tongue kiss. Then she got the Mom face. Not the kind of “I have kids” Mom face. My Mom’s face. Not my Mom’s face now, but back when I knew she was fucking other guys without Dad’s knowledge.
“Why are you staring?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You are just so beautiful.”
“Yeah … bullshit. What are you thinking?”
It was then rather than going soft and slipping out I was looking at the Mom face and getting hard again. Laura’s eyes got big and she started fucking me again. I wasn’t really pumping into her cunt, then realized the Mom face was fucking me. Looking down at Laura’s body I was seeing Mom’s body that I had spied on so many times when I catch her fucking someone other than Dad. Laura had her gutter mouth going again and I just blew a spurt that splattered inside her.
My mind was wrecked, all fucked up. Why was my Mom’s face showing up in women I was fucking? Laura had to leave. Said she had to show some houses. I called my Mom to see if she was alright. I thought maybe she had died and her ghost was trying to tell me goodbye in a weird way. Mom was fine. I got a hardon listening to her voice as she talked.
I showered, jacking off under the hot spray. Caught myself jacking off thinking of my Mom naked twenty years ago. I heard myself scream. I was either insane or a very disturbed pervert. I got to the computer and did some work on the company server. I was almost getting my hours in for the week.
Then Nancy called, the first real estate fuck. She wanted some more. She came over and I fucked her once and we talked about the house and my success with the other agents. One hundred percent success rate and everyone left with my cum in them.
“That’s what I thought. It’s a mean business, high pressure, and let’s be honest woman aren’t ashamed to just straight fuck a guy these days. It’s kind a defiance against family thing. I know that’s why I do it.”
I fucked her and sent her on her way. No Mom face for Nancy.
I think it’s starting to get to me. Either that or I need a vacation. Maybe I should go home to see my parents or something.
The scream was inside my head, but loud. Seeing my mother might not be a good idea. If I’d catch her fucking around on Dad I’d probably shove the other guy away and mount her myself.
I got another four hours in on the server, took a break, and my mind got a little mushy. Back on the web I was scanning real estate agent photos and found a woman that looked like my Mom when I was in my teens. Same brown hair with a hint of red, same smile, and from the photo it looked like Mom’s jugs under the jacket.
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Thursday. I waited for their office to open and called the lady that looked like Mom. Nice soft, sexy voice like I remembered Mom using with her boyfriends. I asked her about listing my house. Set the appointment for 1:00 o’clock.
When the doorbell rang if Susie had a different hair style and was wearing 1990’s clothing I would have the version of Mom when I was fifteen. Me being smooth kind of faded. I needed to retain my composure. In checking Susie out while showing her around the house I could see about 90% of her was Mom. Maybe I had a fucking time machine in the basement.
Susie was everything I wanted her to be. She got the look I had seen Mom use when she looked at someone she was going to fuck. I was feeling fifteen years old when our clothes came off. The look was Mom. Even the hair on her mound, boobs, and the way her nipples looked when hard. Lord knows I had taken enough peeks at her cheating ways.
There was no need to insist on my usual desire to eat pussy first. It seemed like Susie’s idea and I was ready to oblige. I stared up her thighs, at her cunt, to her boobs, and at the almost familiar smile on her face. I settled at her cunt and she wiggled herself into me. The taste was really good. I thought back to my childhood and wondered if what I was experiencing is what Mr. Roper knew. I never knew if he was Mom’s first, just the first I knew about.
I wanted to keep eating her and Susie was having a good time, maybe cumming four times in fifteen minutes.
“Come up and fuck me.”
That sure sounded like Mom at her best. My cock slid home easily into her depths. The face was there. I wasn’t imagining it. It was Susie, but I was fucking Mom. You could have locked me up for crazy and I would have insisted it was her. My mind was telling me that this was the best fuck ever. I lasted only a few minutes, but Susie was ready for my load. I spurted deep into her and considered it was Mom that had my seed swimming towards her womb.
Laying naked together and kissing it still seemed like Mom. I was hard again in minutes much to the delight of Susie. She climbed on my cock from above and settled down on my length. She brushed her boobs against my face to get me to suck her nipples. I swear if milk would have come out you could have put me in a diaper.
My second load was in her ten minutes later. We laid and cuddled for a while. Lots of make out kissing. The Susie said she had to get home to her husband. He had a sales job and tonight was going to be his first night at home for a while.
“I hope he likes sloppy seconds.” I chirped.
“Oh, he does. He just doesn’t know it.”
Then she was kissing me like we would fuck right there on the floor. Finally she broke the kisses and reached for the door. Then reaching for the door she said,
“I don’t know what it is about your cock that I just can’t get enough of.”
“We should do this again then.”
“Oh, most definitely. You notice I’m carrying two loads of your cum in me for my husband to play in. He’ll think I’m wet because I glad to see him.”
I recalled overhearing Dad say that to a buddy about Mom. The joke about it was it was one of Dad’s buddies Mom had been fucking.
Susie lit up my world. Thoughts about fucking Mom might be wrong, but without her knowledge Susie made it real.
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Whatever might be wrong with me something seemed right. Susie would be back. We both knew it.
I tried to do some work online. After a couple of hours I was back to the real estate companies looking for one special person. I had come to the end of my line fucking realty agents. Everyone of them fucked me and were more than willing to do so to give them a better chance at my listing.
My search for that one special agent took some time. Then there she was. Her bio said she had raised her family and was now starting her career in real estate. Fifty-seven years old. I flipped back and forth between her photo and ones I had of Mom on my computer. So, much alike. Even the same hairdo and color. Same smile, same mischief in her eyes Mom always showed after someone fucked her.
I became her stalker. I went around the internet for social media and learned much about her. Husband, three kids. Lots of pictures with family. Even a grandchild. All her poses seemed to say, “Here I am, come fuck me.”
Her agent record showed that she had sold two houses and listed none. I made the call. We set an appointment for 10 AM in the morning. Strangely her name was Elizabeth, went by Lizzie. Same as my Mom. I didn’t care if she was Lizzie fucking Borden, I wanted a crack at her treasure.
I had a wild night of dreams about fucking my Mom at various ages and always waking up thinking I had cum on myself. Things were disturbingly real.
Ah, Friday morning. I slept late, to a little after nine. Maybe that would make the wait for Lizzie seem shorter. When I answered the door I felt like I did as a kid, expecting Lizzie to ask me if I was going to wear those clothes to school. But, this was real time Mom, here in the here and now. Lizzie smiled at me as if she had a son my age. Actually, that was one of the first things she said.
“I have a son your age.”
Lizzie wasn’t exactly giving me a mother to son look. Her smile was genuine. I could feel my body moving slightly towards Hell. What little she said about her husband didn’t tell much except he was Managing Broker at the national realty chain where they both worked.
She went on to tell about her experience in learning the real estate business and how her husband didn’t show her any favors. She said both or her houses she had sold had relied mostly on luck.
“Some of the girls said that sex sells house. Even better, sex lists houses. What to you think?”
“I can tell you that every one that has looked at the house to list it has tried to use their womanhood to sway my decision.”
“To what extent?”
She had a look to her like my Mom when she wanted me to confess something that she already knew. She crossed her legs as she asked, confusing me even more.
“Ummm, I guess the full extent.”
“You had sex with some of them?”
I didn’t have any reason to lie. I had the feeling she wanted me to say yes.
“Yes.”
“That explains why I’m not getting listings. They are the most profitable without the direct work with the buyers.”
“I understand that. It’s a lot of money. And, it’s not like they are selling themselves on the street.”
“Too bad I’m to old for that.”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s sweet, but don’t lie to me. I’d be too old for you.”
“Again, I don’t think so.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue was quick to meet mine. It wasn’t the kind of kiss I’d get from my mom. It was the kind of kiss I always imagined Mom would give me if I was fucking her.
My hands were on the sides of Lizzie’s tits, feeling through her dress and bra. I brought my thumbs over her nipples. Passion the women hadn’t felt in years took her over. I reached under her dress and pulled off her panties. As we continued to kiss I worked a finger into her pussy.
“Thirty-five years and I’ve never cheated on my husband. Here I am with someone young enough to be my son.”
“Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“No, are you going to screw me?”
“Screw you, fuck you. Which ever you prefer.”
“Fuck me then.”
I moved her over to the couch and sat her down on the edge.
“Let me take off my dress.”
“No, leave it on.”
I lifted her dress and pressed my lips to her smoldering cunt.
“Gracious. No one’s done that since college.”
She had her hand on the back of my head to be sure I didn’t get away. I was tasting the juices from deep inside her with my tongue. I sucked up and down both cunt lips. Lizzie was positively out of her mind. I sucked her clit and she exploded. I went back to her slit not wanting to miss a drop. I looked up across her heaving tummy and over her boobs to her face. God, it could be Mom. I had to fuck her.
I could have fucked her right there. Then I remembered my earlier flashbacks of Mom fucking the delivery guy. Was it a coincidence that I was wearing brown pants? I brought her to her feet, directed her behind the couch and move her to where her arms were across the back of the couch. I folded my brown pants and put them over the arm of the couch like it was done when the deliveryman fucked Mom those many, many years ago.
I flipped her skirt hem over her back and placed the head of my cock right between her outer lips. Lizzie said something I didn’t fully hear. The pretty agent was crying,
“Sorry, What did you say?”
“I said I’m throwing away 35 years of being faithful to my husband.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’ve been so good for so long … push!”
Actually, it was Lizzie that pushed to take in the first inches. Then I stroked into her until I was buried with my balls slapping under her. I had my hands on her ass. She arched her back to bring her hips up to me just like I had watched Mom do with the deliveryman back in the day. Thirty five years of being the good wife melted away as I pumped into her married cunt.
After the first few minutes or so I stopped fucking Lizzie. I was now fucking Mom and my cock was quickly to the point I was going to fill her with my cum. Suddenly I was in the 1980’s and seed was about to boil from my shaft into this pretty fifty-seven year old. Lizzie’s body lurched just as my seed spurted into her. It was through clenched teeth when she spoke, but it was loud.
“Oh, my God son, fuck me!”
She was trembling after being wracked hard from her orgasm. I felt like my sperm was still spurting although it should have been long gone by then. I just held there. Holding on to her ass, never wanting my cock to come out of her sweet pussy.
Lizzie didn’t seem to want it out of her either. I didn’t seem to be going soft although she was beautiful I still felt as if I was coupled to my Mom. Every few seconds I’d thrust up her cunt and she’d let out a little gasp each time. Finally, still not looking back at me she wiggled on my cock a little and spoke.
“I don’t know what made me call you son.”
“Really, I think I might know. I am younger than you. Do I remind you of your son?”
“I think I know where this is going.” She paused. “Do I remind you of your mom?
Neither one of us said anything else. I fucked into her a few times and her cunt came back each time to meet me. Cum was leaking out from between us a little by that time.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” Lizzie asked.
We kissed and ran our hands over each other for a few seconds. We walked to the bedroom hand in hand. I took off my shirt and Lizzie took off her dress and Mom bra. Not that I really knew what bra my Mom would wear, but this was one of those Mom bras you’d expect a woman to wear that was nearing sixty years of age.
Her tits popped out nicely. Long with some sag and brown nipples. Rather than dropping down and out they hung remarkably close together with the nipples pointing right at me. A look down her mostly flat stomach took me down to her cunt lips now protruding from her pussy hair and leaking some cum.
We did some heavy make out kissing before Lizzie sat up cross-legged on the bed. My eyes went right to her open cunt and worked up to her nice tits and nipples. Before I could look into her eyes she spoke.
“So, that’s us then? I’m fucking my son, you’re fucking your mother?”
“I guess so. Does that work for you?”
I wished she was more of a whore to be like Mom. Instead I got miss goody two shoes that had just crossed over that line.
“What’s with you and your mother?”
“I would catch her with a variety of men. I’d watch and wonder what it was like to fuck her.”
“Then you actually never did then? I mean fuck your mother. There’s a nasty term for that, you know.” She laughed and smiled.
“No, of course not.”
“But you would have had she asked?” Lizzie tilted her head waiting for my answer.
“Probably in a New York second. What about you and your son?”
“Oh, as a mother I’d seen him naked when he was little. His cock looked like it would be bigger than his father’s some day. Then I caught my son masturbating a few times. I knew he was bigger than his Dad and even though I scolded him about it I found my self aroused by his cock all covered in semen. His Dad is a rather indifferent man and it was during one of those times that he was indifferent to me that I went to my room and fingered myself while having indecent thoughts about my son’s penis.”
“When I’d watch Mom I’d go to my room and almost beat the skin off my dick.” I added.
“Later, when my son had girlfriends I spied on him a few times fucking them. I felt jealousy towards the girl he’d be fucking as I’d watch the length of him working in and out of her. The little bitches didn’t worry about getting knocked up and would bareback him. I’d have sessions with myself imagining my son cumming in me.”
“Sounds like we’re both kind of fucked up.”
“Finally, after he married I thought they were out at the pool and walked into the guest room. His wife was on top and I walked in to see her raise her pussy up and down on his shaft. Tracie was facing the door and never batted an eye while I stood there watching her fuck his nice cock. I don’t think my son ever knew that I stood there until he started to cum in her. Tracie always had this smirk on her face after that.”
“I’d have to guess how this compared to your son.”
“I’d say very much the same, and you do look like him.”
“Yeah, you do look an awful look like Mom. Do you think this is all wrong?” I asked.
“I think everything about it is right.”
Lizzie leaned towards me and started to suck my cock. The roles had been set. I laid back and relaxed. Mother was sucking her son’s cock. Much like when I was fucking her from behind at the couch I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t warn her when I was about to cum. She knew it and wanted to suck me off. I spurted hard and she handled it. She showed me my cum in her mouth, then moved enough to spit my load out on my stomach. Lizzie grinned and evil grin.
“Did you see the mess you made in your Mommy’s mouth?”
Then she put her mouth over the puddle and sucked it back into her mouth. She showed it to me again and then swallowed it.
Opening her mouth to speak, “Look at what Mommy did. All gone. Naughty Mommy.”
She got up and walked away into the kitchen. I followed her, us both naked. Lizzie leaned over to look in the fridge for something to drink. Cum ran from her and splattered on the tile floor. Lizzie grabbed two beers and stepped around the cum to sit at the table with me to have a beer.
“Well, that was fun. Maybe I should have fucked a younger guy twenty years ago. All good things come to those who wait I suppose. Here I sit with my pussy leaking your cum and I’ve never been happier.”
“It has been grand. I’ll have different dreams tonight.”
“I want us to do this again.”
“Me, too, but give me a few minutes to rest up.”
“That, too. But, I mean again again. I want an affair with you.”
Lizzie finished the beer and walked naked back to my bed. I followed right after her. I shoved my cock in her and felt her dampness and warmth. The kiss was real. So very real. When she stopped I got a look of admiration.
“You’re the best Mom ever!”
I kissed her some more as we continued to fuck before I sent my load into her. She said she could have cum several times but wanted to save it for one big one with me. It was a big one for both of us. We snuggled and kissed for a while. Lizzie dressed and combed her hair while making no effort to clean my cum from inside her. She smelled a bit freshly fucked, but it was a good smell on her.
A few minutes later she was in the kitchen telling me goodbye. A few more little kisses and a hug before she stepped back.
“Okay, this Mom and son thing, that’s just for us and just in the bedroom. Understand?”
It was almost a scolding tone. I quickly agreed. Another little kiss and she was out the door. I watched her round ass as she walked to the car as I remembered the treasures under that dress. A little wave and Lizzie was out of my driveway and into the street. I just stood at my door for several minutes. I hadn’t let a woman give the orders for quite a while. I wasn’t going to say anything about keeping our deal confined to the bedroom. It would be just like talking back to my Mom.
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I wasn’t about to shower and remove the feel of Lizzie from my body or her juices from my cock. After an hour or so I was back at the computer working on the company server. I was almost catching up to what I needed to get done. I thought often of Lizzie and called her.
“Hi, just wanted to thank you for the help on what to do about listing my house.”
“No, thank you. I was just thinking about how nice your house looked.”
I could hear her heels on the floor like she was walking away from someone. Her next words were in a whisper.
“I love you.”
“Oh … I love you, too.”
She disconnected the call. I went back to company work. A half hour later Lizzie call me back.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Was it all right … what I said?”
“It was fine. I’m glad you said it.”
“Well, I meant it.”
“Me, too.”
“We have family things this weekend. I want to see you Monday sometime. Okay?”
“I have a wedding this weekend.” I want to see you, too.”
“It’s not your wedding is it?”
“No, I’ve learned better than that. Once bitten, twice shy.”
“I wish I wasn’t married, but what would people say if they saw us out together?”
“I don’t think you look that much older than me. I’ve got some miles on me.”
“Well, I looking to get a lot more miles on myself if you think you can keep up.”
“You can always sit on my tongue.”
“That’s mean. You’re making it hard to wait for Monday.”
“Any time.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
The phone went silent. Someone must have walked up in her. When the phone rang back it almost scared me. Good thing I checked the caller ID. It was Anna.
“Hi.”
“I’m so fucking tired of this wedding.” Anna was really stressed.
“Hey, it’s almost over and you’ll see me in the morning.”
Between my mother and my fucking mother-in-law I’m going crazy. My bridesmaids are acting like fucking children. There’s a conflict for the rehearsal dinner and my Dad just decided to give me the Father/Daughter talk.
“What can I do to help?”
“You can fuck me. I’ll be over as soon as I can sneak out to my car. I need fucked hard and fucked good.”
The little nineteen year old next day bride had her mouth going with fuck this and fuck that. When I tried to calm her down she had already hung up. Twenty minutes later her car bounced into my driveway. She brushed right past me and spun around once inside and plastered herself to me for a kiss. The clothes starting coming off. First hers and then mine. Anna did every bit of undressing us both.
It felt like I was being raped. She dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. I knew me blowing my load into her mouth wasn’t what she needed. I picked her up naked and carried her to the bed. She had her legs open for me to fuck her.
“Would you like me to eat that pussy first?”
Anna’s facial expression softened. “Yes, please.”
It worked pretty fast. I made her cum a couple of times with my tongue moving up her slit and dead centering on her clitoris. I moved up and shoved my cock in her. She was quickly into it and begging me to fuck her harder. Then her phone rang. She pointed a finger at my face.
“Slow down, but don’t you dare stop. It’s him.”
I could hear him ask where she went and if she was okay. I kept fucking her and she was encouraging it.
“I just needed to get away. Everything was driving me crazy. I drove around in my car for a little while.”
If the guy was sharp at all he had to notice the cadence to her voice while I pumped my cock into her.
“I decided get out and walk a little bit. I’m walking up the hill at the park behind the mall.”
Something else was said.
“Yes, I’ll be there for the rehearsal. Don’t start without me.”
I looked into her face. Her eyes were starting to rolling around and her tongue was hanging out waiting for that cum she needed so desperately.
“OK! See you soon. Love you, too. Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
She pushed the end button and dropped the phone on the bed beside her. I started fucking her hard and fast like she wanted. Within the minute she was in an out of your mind orgasm, bouncing me all over the bed.
“Oh, fuck. I wanted you to cum in me so bad while he was talking to me.”
“You’ve got it now.”
“Yes, I do, don’t I?”
She kissed me hard and with passion, then wiggled out from under me.
“I’ll be taking your cum with me to my rehearsal dinner. I don’t want to be late.”
In a flash it was one more kiss and out the door. I sat and thought about all the women. If I discounted the Mom factor with Lizzie then Anna was the best fuck of the bunch. At my age what nineteen year old wouldn’t be? That was a funny thing to think about. Lizzie was three times the age of Anna. I tried to think of one I wouldn’t want to fuck again. I’d keep the whole bunch. When some of them figured out fucking me didn’t get them the listing they became some mad bitches.
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Friday night was quiet. Time to reflect on life in general. What were my thoughts on the events of the past couple of weeks? Real Estate women were easy to fuck. Sure, but huge commissions while waiting for someone else to do all the work are a great incentive. Not that much different if huge stakes were on the line with any woman some free pussy would come into play.
The Mom thing. That was new. Probably hiding inside my brain since I first saw a cock in my mother, one that didn’t belong it her. Lizzie had a thing for her son that she knew about but never directly acted on her impulses. We were a good trade off. For Anna, maybe she had a Daddy issue. Probably a good way to explain her complicity with a guy my age.
Saturday morning my phone rang.
“I’m on my way over. He’s just left with his clubs for the golf. I can’t believe I’ll be married to that guy in a few hours.”
Anna soon arrived and started kissing and making out. We worked out way towards the bed as our clothes came off. I think she would have been shocked had I not eaten her out first. She seemed a lot more calm than the night before. I made her cum several times before she wanted me to fuck her.
“Oh, God. My last time getting fucked as a single woman.”
“Trust me. It will mean more to you as a married wife with wedding rings on your finger.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to get back from the honeymoon!”
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The honeymoon went fine. Anna spent a week in Hawaii with her new spouse. Lizzie and I got together twice doing our mother/son thing. I actually went to see my Mom. You don’t call ahead, you just surprise your mom. I surprised her. She was fucking some guy about my age.
I got a few follow up calls from the women about the listing. The one with the seven million dollar husband came over and fucked me. The others wrote me off assuming I’d made up my mind.
I had. It was going to be Anna. It fucking sealed the deal the best fuck needs to be the winner. Sorry ladies. Lizzie and I talked about my choice. She was okay with it if I let her be my agent to buy the condo. She said the money didn’t mean as much to her since she was married to her broker. She had an interesting take on the situation.
“Ever wonder why agents don’t like the owners at home for a showing? For us, we fucked in a lot of condos while picking out the one I liked.”
Good attitude.
Anna got back from her honeymoon. She was more interesting in trying out what I said about fucking with her wedding rings on than the listing. After a week with a new husband she wanted some of my cock after a bit with my tongue in her pussy.
“Do you like my married pussy?”
“I do. I can’t tell any difference.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve got a couple of inches on him and he’s a quick cummer. You’re right about the wedding ring/cheating wife thing. I love it!”
