Property of Desire #1
With Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Oral, Tit Play
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the modern condo, turning the polished hardwood floors a warm gold. I stepped inside, already feeling the place had potential, the open living room, sleek kitchen island, killer city view from the balcony. But when the door opened and she greeted me, everything else faded.
"Hi, you must be Alex," she said, extending a manicured hand. Her voice was warm, confident, with this playful edge that hit me right away. "I'm Paris, your real estate agent for today. Come on in, let's see if this place feels like home."
Paris was shorter than I'd expected, maybe 5'4", but built like she knew exactly how to use every inch. Her fitted white blouse hugged her frame, top buttons undone just enough to tease the swell of her breasts, and that tight pencil skirt clung to her hips and ass in a way that made it hard to focus on square footage. Dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, green eyes sparkling as she smiled. Slim but toned, with curves in all the right places.
"It's nice," I managed, nodding around the room. "Bigger than the photos."
"Photos never capture the real thing." Paris said as she turned, leading me down the hallway, hips swaying with grace. "Let me show you the master suite first. That's usually what seals the deal."
We moved through the space as she pointed out features, the walk-in closet, double vanity, rainfall shower, but her commentary got lighter, flirtier. When she bent slightly to gesture at the plush king bed, the blouse pulled tight across her chest, lace of a black bra peeking out. My throat went dry.
"You seem... really passionate about your job," I said.
She straightened, turning to face me fully. Those eyes of hers locked on mine. "I am. I love closing deals. And I can always tell when someone's ready to commit." She stepped closer, close enough for me to catch her perfume, vanilla with something warmer underneath. "Are you ready to commit, Alex?"
My heartbeat hammered at my chest. "Depends on the terms."
Her smile turned wicked. She reached up, fingers brushing my collar. "Sometimes the best terms aren't on paper." Her hand slid down my chest, slow and sure. "Sometimes they're sealed right here."
Before I could think, she pressed against me, soft, warm curves molding to my body. Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and open, tongue teasing. My hands went to her waist, then lower, gripping the firm roundness of her ass through the skirt. She moaned into my mouth, the sound shooting straight through me.
Paris broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "God, you're built." Then she tugged my shirt over my head. Her hands roamed my bare skin, nails dragging lightly down my chest.
I groaned as she sank to her knees on the plush rug. Her fingers worked my belt open, zipper down, freeing my cock. She looked up through thick lashes, lips parted. "Impressive," she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base. "I think we can work with this."
Her tongue darted out first, pink and wet, flicking teasingly across the swollen tip, tracing circles that made my hips twitch forward involuntarily. Then she leaned in, taking the head into her mouth with a soft suck. Warm, slick heat enveloped me as she slid down further, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
Paris moaned around me, as she took every inch of my cock, her throat relaxing to accommodate me until her nose brushed my skin. Saliva glistened on her full lips, a thin trail dripping down her chin as she bobbed slowly at first, savoring every slide. Every few strokes she pulled back almost all the way, letting my cock slip free with a wet pop, only to stroke me firmly with her hand, twisting at the head, spreading the slickness, before spitting messily onto the tip and diving back down, deeper this time.
"Fuck, Paris," I groaned, my voice rough, barely holding together.
She popped off again, this time grinning up at me, she licked her lips slowly. "You like that? Wait until you feel the rest."
Rising fluidly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tight skirt and shimmied it down over her hips. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing black lace panties that clung to her like a second skin, already darkened and damp at the crotch from how turned on she was. Her body was incredible, with curves that looked even better in person than any photo could capture. Slim waist flaring into rounded hips, toned legs, and that ass... firm, full, begging to be grabbed.
Paris unbuttoned her white blouse with agonizing slowness, one button at a time, letting the fabric part inch by inch. The black lace bra came into view, straining against the swell of her breasts, perky and round, nipples already stiff and pressing against the delicate material. With a flick of the clasp between them, the bra fell away. Her tits spilled free, perfect handfuls, soft yet firm, dark nipples erect and begging for attention.
I stared, completely transfixed, my cock twitching in the open air. She cupped them in her hands, lifting and squeezing gently, thumbs brushing over the peaks until she let out a soft sigh of her own.
"Touch them," she whispered, stepping closer so they were right there, inches from my chest.
My hands moved before my brain caught up. I cupped her breasts, feeling their warmth, their weight, soft skin yielding under my palms. I kneaded them slowly at first, thumbs circling her nipples, then pinching lightly. She gasped, arching into my touch, her head tipping back slightly as her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders.
"Harder," she breathed. I obliged, rolling the stiff peaks between my fingers, tugging just enough to make her moan. One hand slid down her side, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, before slipping around to grip her ass, firm and round, squeezing as I pulled her flush against me. My cock pressed against her stomach.
Paris ground against me slowly, the lace of her panties dragging over my shaft, teasing friction that had me groaning into her neck. Her skin flushed and glowing in the golden light filtering through the windows.
"I want to taste you more," I muttered against her neck, already dropping to kiss a path down her chest. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the bud while my hand worked the other. She threaded her fingers through my hair, holding me there, hips rocking subtly as if chasing more contact.
Her free hand slid between us, wrapping around my cock again, stroking in time with my mouth on her. "You're so fucking hard," she purred. "I can feel you throbbing for me."
I switched to the other breast, biting gently, soothing with my tongue until she was whimpering softly. Then I pulled back just enough to look at her, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with lust.
"Get on the bed," I said, voice low. She complied, backing toward the king-sized mattress, climbing up and lying back on the crisp white sheets. Her legs parted slightly, inviting, as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, tossing them aside. Her pussy was bare, smooth, lips swollen and glistening with arousal.
I crawled over her on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight as she lay back against the crisp white sheets, legs parting in invitation. Her dark hair fanned out around her flushed face, eyes half-lidded and hungry. I kissed my way down her body slowly, nipping at the underside of her breasts, tracing the curve of her stomach with my tongue, lingering at the dip of her navel, until I settled between her thighs.
Her pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and pink, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I hooked my hands under her knees, spreading her wider, and she let out a soft, needy whimper that went straight to my cock.
I started with long, slow licks, flat tongue dragging from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit, tasting every inch of her. She shivered, hips lifting slightly off the bed to chase my mouth. I circled her with the tip of my tongue, light and teasing at first, feeling it swell under the attention. Then I flicked it, quick, deliberate little licks, before flattening my tongue again and pressing harder, lapping at her in steady, rhythmic passes.
"Right there," she moaned, voice breaking as her fingers twisted in the sheets. "Fuck, Alex... just like that."
I attacked her clit between my lips gently, then harder, the suction made her thighs tense around my head. She rocked against my face, grinding against me, coating my chin and lips with her wetness. Her back arched sharply, a gasp tearing from her throat.
I kept my hands on her thighs, holding her open, thumbs spreading her pussy lips wider so I could bury my face deeper. My tongue dipped lower, tracing her entrance, pushing inside just enough to taste more of her before sliding back up to focus on her clitoris again. I alternated between flicking fast, then slow circular motions, followed by long drags, building the pressure without letting her settle into one rhythm.
Her breathing turned ragged, moans growing louder, more desperate. "Don’t stop... Please don’t stop..."
I pressed my tongue flat and firm, rubbing broad circles over her clit while I sucked lightly at the same time. Her hips bucked harder, thighs trembling against my shoulders. I could feel her getting closer, muscles tightening, breath hitching in short, sharp pants.
"Fuck, Alex, I’m gonna come..."
She shuddered with a broken cry, body bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around my head as she pulsated against my mouth. Warmth flooded my tongue, I kept licking through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every tremor until her hips jerked with overstimulation and she tugged weakly at my hair.
"Too much... come here," Paris panted, voice wrecked.
I crawled back up her body, kissing her hard when I reached her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on my lips and tongue, sucking greedily as her hands roamed my back, nails digging into my skin.
"I need you inside me," she whispered against my lips. "Now. Please."
I shifted between her legs, gripping my cock and rubbing the head through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her entrance until she whimpered and lifted her hips. Then I pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch, feeling her stretch around me, hot and tight and perfect. Her walls fluttered, gripping me as I sank deeper. We both groaned when I bottomed out, buried to the hilt, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer.
For a moment I just stayed there, feeling her pulse around me, savoring the way she clenched every time I throbbed inside her. Then I started moving, slow, with deep rocking motions of my hips at first, dragging out every slide. The wet sound of us filled the room, mixing with her soft gasps.
"Faster," she breathed, nails digging into my shoulders.
I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, jackhammering away at her pussy, until the bed creaked under us and her tits bounced with every drive. Skin slapped against skin, sweat slicked our bodies.
"Harder... fuck me like you mean it." Paris cried out.
I pulled out long enough to flip her over. She got on her hands and knees, ass arched high, back dipped in that perfect curve. I gripped her hips and slid back in with one smooth thrust, burying myself even deeper inside of her. She cried out, pushing back to meet me, ass jiggling with each impact as I repeatedly slid in and out of her.
I pounded into her relentlessly, hard, steady thrust that hit every sensitive spot inside her. One hand stayed on her hip, as my cock worked over time, pounding away at her snatch.
"Yes... yes... fuck, right there..."
Her moans turned into sharp, breathless cries. Her inner walls started fluttering again, tightening around my cock like she was trying to pull me deeper.
"I’m coming... oh God, I’m coming again..."
She clenched down hard, body shaking violently as the second orgasm tore through her. Her pussy pulsed around me in waves, the sight of her, face buried in the sheets, ass up, trembling, pushed me right to the edge.
I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself furiously. She turned quickly, kneeling in front of me, cupping her tits together in offering. I came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum shooting out across her cleavage, dripping down the soft curves, catching on her stiff nipples. She looked up at me, eyes glazed and satisfied, then dragged her fingers through the mess, smearing it over her skin like it was lotion.
"So... still interested in the condo?" Paris asked a moment later.
"I think we sealed the deal, and a lot more than that," I answered back with a grin.
The End
Property of Desire #3
With Elisha Cuthbert
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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Elisha Cuthbert stood in the sunlit living room of the upscale modern home, adjusting the deep neckline of her tight white blouse. The fabric clung to her full, perky breasts, while her short black skirt hugged her round ass and toned legs. Her golden blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with nervous excitement. This was only her second open house, and she wanted everything perfect.
This was only her second open house since joining the agency, and her stomach fluttered with nerves. She wanted, no needed, to prove herself. The property was gorgeous, modern finishes, a gourmet kitchen with gleaming hardwood floors, a spacious master suite, and that jaw-dropping view. But closing deals in this competitive market required more than just listing features. Or so her boss kept hinting.
A firm knock at the front door made her heart skip. She smoothed her skirt, took a deep breath, and opened it.
There stood Alex, her boss, tall, broad-shouldered, mid-30s, with dark hair, a chiseled jaw, and a sharp tailored suit that accentuated his athletic build. His presence filled the doorway, confident and commanding.
"Elisha," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Thought I'd swing by early to give you some pointers before the buyers start showing up. First-time agents can always use a little... personal coaching."
She smiled, a mix of relief and sudden awareness of how close he was standing. "I'd really appreciate that, Alex. I want to seal this one. The open house starts in about forty-five minutes, right?"
"Plenty of time," he replied, his eyes drifting openly over her body, from her cleavage to the curve of her hips, before meeting her eyes again. "Let's start the tour. Show me how you'd sell it."
They began in the gourmet kitchen. Sunlight poured across the expansive granite island and the rich hardwood floors. Alex leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, watching her.
"Rule one," he said, his tone instructional but laced with something hotter. "Use the features to your advantage. Don't just say 'hardwood floors.' Talk about how solid and thick they are... how good they feel underfoot. Make the buyer imagine gripping something sturdy."
Elisha felt a flush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. She arched her back slightly as she gestured around the room, pushing her chest forward just a little. "Like this? The hardwood is so... thick and durable. It can handle anything you throw at it, long nights, heavy use..."
Alex's smirk deepened. He stepped closer, his hand brushing her waist as if adjusting her posture. "Exactly. Clients eat that up. And don't be shy about letting them see what you're working with. These?" He nodded directly at her cleavage, his voice dropping. "They're your best selling tool. A little confidence with the assets goes a long way in this business."
Her nipples tightened under the thin blouse and lacy bra, visible now as two small peaks. Elisha bit her lower lip, her blue eyes meeting his. The air between them felt charged. "Is that what you tell all your agents? To use their... bodies to close deals?"
"Only the ones who can handle it," Alex murmured, his hand sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her gently against him. "The ones with real potential. Like you."
Before she could respond, their mouths pressed together in a hungry, urgent kiss. Elisha moaned softly into it, her hands coming up to grip his suit jacket. His hands roamed boldly, one squeezing the firm roundness of her ass through her skirt, the other sliding up to cup one of her breasts, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple.
He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, "Fuck, Elisha... you've been hiding these perfect tits during all those training sessions?" With practiced fingers, he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, peeling it open to reveal the delicate white lace bra. He tugged the cups down, freeing her breasts completely. They were perky and full, pale skin contrasting with rosy nipples already stiff with arousal.
Leaning down, Alex captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked and swirled. His fingers pinched and rolled the other. Elisha gasped, her head falling back, fingers tangling in his dark hair. "Oh god... Alex..."
The professional boundary had disappeared. Elisha dropped to her knees right there on the cool hardwood floor of the kitchen, her skirt riding up her thighs. With eager hands, she unzipped his pants and freed his thick, already hardening cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, the head glistening slightly.
Elisha looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, a mix of nervous excitement and growing hunger. "Let me show you how eager I am to learn, boss," she purred, her voice soft and breathy. She started slowly, teasingly, pressing soft, wet kisses along the underside of his shaft from base to tip, her full lips brushing the sensitive skin. Her small hand wrapped around the thick base, giving gentle squeezes as she licked a slow, flat-tongued stripe all the way up to the head.
She circled the swollen tip with her tongue, tasting the salty precum before parting her lips and sucking just the head into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled lazily around it, flicking the sensitive underside while her hand began to stroke the rest of his length in slow, twisting motions. Saliva quickly coated him, making everything slick and shiny.
Alex groaned deeply, one hand resting lightly on her golden blonde hair. "That's it... good girl. Take your time. Show me you know how to handle a big... closing tool."
Encouraged, Elisha took him deeper, sliding her lips down several inches while her hand continued pumping the base in perfect rhythm. She hollowed her cheeks, creating tight suction as she bobbed her head with deliberate slowness, pulling back until just the tip remained between her lips, then sinking down again, a little further each time. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the quiet kitchen, mixed with her soft, muffled moans of enjoyment.
She pulled off for a moment, gasping for air, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to his glistening cock. Looking up at him with watery eyes and a naughty smile, she stroked him firmly with both hands now, twisting in opposite directions. "Does this feel like a good sales technique?" she asked innocently, before leaning in to lick and suck on his balls, taking one into her mouth and gently massaging it with her tongue while her hand kept working his shaft.
"Fuck yes," Alex growled, his grip tightening slightly in her hair. "You're a natural. Keep going, just like that. Imagine you're sealing the deal with every suck."
Elisha dove back in with renewed enthusiasm. This time she took him deeper, relaxing her throat and pushing until her nose nearly brushed his stomach. She held there for a few seconds, eyes locked on his, before gagging softly and pulling back with a gasp. Thick ropes of saliva dripped down her chin and onto her exposed tits, making her skin glisten. She didn't wipe it away, instead, she used the wetness to lube her hand even more as she stroked him fast and tight, then sucked him back in with messy, eager bobs.
She varied her pace, long, slow deep-throats mixed with quick, shallow sucks focused on the head, her tongue constantly working. One hand cupped and gently massaged his balls while the other pumped the slick shaft in time with her mouth. Her blonde hair swayed with the motion, some strands sticking to her wet cheeks and lips.
Alex's breathing grew ragged. "Goddamn, Elisha... that mouth is incredible. You're gonna make me want to buy every fucking house you show."
Elisha hummed around his cock in response, the vibrations sending shivers through him. For several more minutes she worshipped him, sucking, licking, stroking, occasionally pulling off to spit on his cock and smear it around with her hands before diving back down. Her jaw began to ache in the best way, but she didn't slow down, determined to impress her boss.
Finally, Alex pulled her up gently by the hair, his cock slipping from her swollen lips with a wet pop. Strings of saliva still connected them as he looked down at her flushed, messy face and glistening tits.
"You passed that part of the training with flying colors," he said, voice rough with lust. He spun her around and bent her over the granite kitchen island...
He hiked her tight skirt up over her hips, exposing her round ass and the tiny white thong panties already soaked through. He yanked the panties down her legs, letting them pool at her heels.
"Spread your legs a little," he commanded softly. "Tell me what you're selling here, Elisha."
She gripped the edge of the island, arching her back and pushing her ass toward him. "My... tight little property," she moaned, voice breathy. "It's ready for a thorough inspection... deep and hard."
Alex rubbed the thick head of his cock along her slick, shaved pussy lips, teasing her clit before lining up and thrusting inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. Elisha cried out, the sound echoing in the empty house. He filled her completely, stretching her walls as he began fucking her with long, powerful strokes from behind. Each thrust made her perky tits bounce against the cool granite, her ass rippling from the impact of his hips.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Alex grunted, his voice rough with lust. One hand stayed on her hip for leverage while the other reached around to rub her love mound in firm, steady circles. "This pussy is going to sell a lot of houses. Imagine all the clients who'll want to put in an offer after they feel how well it takes a deep, hard inspection."
Elisha moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the edge of the island until her knuckles turned white. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her body. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the head dragging against her sensitive inner walls. Her juices coated his cock, making the strokes wetter and smoother with each pass.
"Yes... oh god, harder," she gasped, arching her back more. "Inspect it thoroughly... make sure it's buyer-ready."
Alex chuckled darkly and picked up the pace, slamming into her with more force. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen, mixed with her breathy moans and his low grunts. He varied his pace, long, slow drags that let her feel every ridge and vein, followed by quick, sharp thrusts that made her cry out. His fingers never left her clit, rubbing faster as he felt her pussy flutter and clench around him.
He pulled out briefly, turned her around, and lifted her petite frame onto the edge of the granite island. Elisha wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him back in as he slid deep inside her again. Now face-to-face, they kissed messily, tongues dancing and tangling with raw hunger. Alex drove into her steadily, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive. He broke the kiss to look down between them, watching his thick cock disappear into her slick pussy over and over.
"Look at that," he murmured hotly against her ear. "Such a perfect property, tight, wet, and eager to be claimed. You're going to be my top closer after this, Elisha."
She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "Claim it then... fuck your top closer. Make me cum on this big closing tool."
The fucking grew more intense. Alex gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as he pounded upward into her with deep, grinding strokes. Elisha's head fell back, exposing her neck, which he attacked with kisses and light bites. Her perky tits bounced with every thrust, and the pressure on her clit from his grinding pelvis built relentlessly.
Her moans grew higher and more desperate. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core until she couldn't hold back. "I'm so close... don't stop," she whimpered.
Alex pounded her faster, harder, his own breathing ragged. "That's it, cum for me. Seal the deal with that tight little pussy."
Elisha's orgasm hit her hard. Her back arched, her walls spasming rhythmically around his cock as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. She cried out loudly, her body trembling on the island as her juices coated him.
The intense contractions milking his shaft pushed Alex over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and finally busted his nut. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight into her throbbing pussy, flooding her with pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deep inside her while she trembled beneath him, her own climax still rippling through her body.
His cock twitching inside her as the last spurts emptied into her. When he finally pulled out slowly, a creamy trickle of his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy onto the granite island.
Elisha lay there glowing, a satisfied, dazed smile on her flushed face, her body still tingling.
"Shit... open house starts in ten minutes," she whispered, glancing at the clock.
Alex chuckled, helping her sit up and handing her a tissue. He watched as she quickly wiped herself and straightened her clothes, buttoning her blouse, smoothing her skirt, fixing her hair as best she could. She still looked freshly fucked, with a rosy glow on her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"You just aced the training, Elisha," he said, zipping up and adjusting his suit. "Go sell this place. Remember the techniques, hard wood, those incredible assets, and plenty of confidence. Buyers won't know what hit them."
She stood on tiptoes to kiss him quickly, lingering just a second. "Yes, sir. Next time... maybe coach me after hours? When there's no open house waiting."
Alex grinned, heading for the door. "Deal. Break a leg out there."
As the door closed shut behind him, Elisha took one last look around the beautiful home, her body still tingling, especially between her legs, where she could feel his warm load. She straightened her posture, flashed her brightest professional smile in the hallway mirror, and prepared to greet the first buyers.
Deep down, she already knew this property, and this new side of her job, had sealed something far more exciting than just a sale.
The End