Sharon Osbourne started selling high end real estate in the Platinum Triangle... as its called... Beverly Hills, Holmby Hills and Bel Air... a few years ago, as a side project. She enjoys it. She also has made a lot of money off of it. Sharon does enjoy the green. It makes her wet.
I was in the market for a new pad, a bigger one, so I decided to give her a call and set up a viewing appointment for a place in Bel Air. Cool pad... great infinity pool... great view of the city. Hey, it's only on the market for $50,000,000, so it seemed like a pretty good deal. I'm also a very skilled negotiator, so I am pretty confident I can get it for less.
Sharon is meeting me at the house. I'm intentionally late... I get off on making people wait for me. I pull up in my pimped out Black and gold Ferrari and see Sharon waiting next to her Escalade. She's a hot milf. I look her over and give an approving nod. A tight red pantsuit and heels, with a tight white, low cut blouse. That red hair, which is my favorite attribute of hers, is nice and perfectly styled. My cock stirs in my pants. This is gonna be fun, I can tell.
We greet and I Fake apologize for being late. "Sorry, got caught in traffic. The PCH is packed." I currently live in Malibu, so she bought it.
"It's fine. It's really nice to meet you James. I've heard so much about you... and seen so much too." Sharon giggles. Great British laugh. Sharon shakes my hand and looks me over. She smiles, so we both know this will be a fun day. I'm a quite famous pornstar, so everyone's seen a lot about me. I'm also a club owner and investor, so the money is flowing beautifully. I'm moving into the city, so hence, I'm here talking to Sharon today.
"Shall we start?" Sharon asks. I nod.
Sharon shows me around the living room area. Very nice staging they've done. I might keep the furniture. I look around and imagine one of my infamous sex parties taking place. Maybe having Sharon getting a train run on her on the extra large, oak coffee table. I smirk. My whole thought process involves sex. It's my life and my love.
I look Sharon over and imagine her naked. She has very nice curves. Big, enhanced, pretty new breasts. Her cleavage is threatening to spill out of her tight, low cut blouse. I brush against her rather firm booty, as we head outside. I make sure my crotch rubs against it. Sharon doesn't mind. She gives me a sweet smile. I wonder if Ozzy knows about her flirtatious ways. I really don't care, but it's a turn on having a married milf flirting with me for a sale.
We walk outside and the house sells itself. I smile happily. A very large infinity pool... a really big deal to me... stares me in the face. Sharon sees my reaction and smiles herself, knowing how much I like it. I walk over to the pool and stand there, looking it over. Whoever staged this place should win an award, all of the furniture, inside and out, fits perfectly. The lounge chairs match the vibe of the pool perfectly. Sharon knows I'm hooked, so she turns up the heat.
"It's a beautiful pool area. A perfect place for a sexy pool party." Sharon's British accent is making my cock smile. "I know you have a lot of girls around all the time, so I'm sure you can have a lot of fun here." Sharon sells the property very well, her very sexy British accent turning me on more and more.
"Maybe I'll invite you over... if I buy the place... for one of those sexy pool parties." I wink at Sharon. She plays along, wanting to make the sale and knowing the angle to take with me.
"That would be wonderful James. I'm old though. I'd be out of place with all of your young hottie running around topless... and bottomless." Sharon winks back at me.
I start thinking about her running around topless... and bottomless. My cock shifts in my leather pants. Sharon notices and smiles approvingly. "No you wouldn't sweetheart. I dig older chicks... especially hot, British redheads." I lay it on thick. Sharon looks me over and walks over to me. She stops right in front of my face.
"Well... aren't you a doll." Sharon's softly caresses my left cheek and gives me a quick, soft kiss on the cheek. My hand makes its way to her very nice milf booty, as she walks past me. I give it a soft squeeze. Sharon looks back at me and pauses. It's that time. A crossroads. Which way will she go?...
Sharon decides to tone things down a little and doesn't say anything about my booty squeeze. "Let's check out the kitchen. It's beautiful, like the rest of the house." She gives me a smart ass smirk, knowing I'm hot for her. She wants to play the game, so... Game on motherfuckers.
We look over the kitchen, all state of the art, high end appliances... hidden fridge... and bar stools too. A great Italian marble counter. I dig the look of the kitchen. It's very big too.
We make our way to the movie room downstairs. Very nice. Twenty leather, reclining seats on an incline. Just like a movie theater. A huge screen that covers the front wall. Very, very nice. I sit in the front row. Sharon sits beside me. She starts back with her hardcore sell job.
"You know... you could have a watch party for your new movies here. Watch yourself in action on the big screen. Your cock would be so big, it would really pop off the screen." Sharon's says, laughing her sexy British laugh. She knows how to be sexy when she wants to be. She slowly crosses her legs, as she turns to me and looks right at me.
"How big is it again?" Sharon asks about my very famous cock.
