I have been working for a large estate agent in Chester for about six months after transferring from our Leeds office at the end of last summer. I love the job as it means I get to look around other people's houses, which being generally nosey is a big perk!
A married couple came into the office two weeks ago who were interested in one of our properties. I made the arrangements for them to view and told them I would be the one to show them around. They were both nice, but I did catch the husband giving me a quizzical look when he thought I wasn't watching.
I met them two days later at the house, a really beautiful property just outside Chester. The present owners were retiring to their home in northern Italy.
They were very impressed with the house and a day later the husband phoned to arrange a second viewing, and we set a time for the next Sunday afternoon. The Sunday turned out to be a lovely sunny day, ideal weather to let them see the gorgeous, large back garden.
When I arrived at the property, I saw the husband, but couldn't see any sign of the wife. As I approached him I caught him checking me out, not making any attempt to hide the fact as his gaze settled on my cleavage.
"Sorry, it's just me today, Claire had to go into work at the last minute," he explained.
"That's okay, we can always book another viewing if your impressed with what you see again," I said.
"Don't worry about that, I can assure you I will be very impressed."
That should have got my alarm bells ringing, especially with the little smirk that formed on his lips. I guess I was too busy thinking about my fee to notice.
I opened up the front door and let him enter into the hall, following him as he turned into the lounge. We made our way through the double glass doors into the dining room, and from there we headed into the kitchen.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"I like it very much, but I think we should have another look upstairs," he replied.
"Okay, and after that we can go into the garden from the study," I said.
We made our way up the stairs, and he suggested we look at the master bed first.
"After you," he offered.
As we entered I heard the door close behind us. He was standing there looking at me, that familiar smirk on his face again.
"What's the joke?" I asked.
"Oh there's no joke, he said, this is quite serious. Tell me Hannah, how much do you like your job?"
"I love my job, why?" I was starting to feel very nervous.
"Well, what do you think your employer would say if he knew you like to get drunk and strip in public? Add to that video evidence of you on your back with a pool cue in your pussy while you moan like a whore?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I went on the offensive.
"I don't know who you think I am, but you have obviously got the wrong girl. Now I suggest we leave so I can report this harassment to my office," I said.
"Okay, but before you go I suggest you have a look at the video on my phone."
He pressed play and turned the phone towards me. There, clear as day was me on my back as some guy stripped me of my jeans while I lay out on a pool table. I began to regret ever making that foolish bet. At the time I was so turned on, and was for days after. But now.....
"So, now I have your attention again, maybe I should explain what it is I want from you," he said.
I turned and moved towards the bed, I needed to sit down. He followed close behind, and sat down next to me.
"This doesn't have to be unpleasant. I am not going to ask, sorry tell, you to do anything I am sure you haven't done before. First of all, you are going to give me my own personal strip," he said.
"And then what," I asked nervously.
"You will find out soon enough, but for now you can begin your striptease, and you had better put as much enjoyment into it as last time," he replied.
Standing up, I moved towards the centre of the room.
"Come closer, I want to see everything."
I closed my eyes and began to move slowly, but I was nervous and scared and with no music to move to I was finding it hard.
"You can do better than that," he complained.
"It's difficult with no music," I told him.
He reached over to the remote control by the bed, and after a few seconds I could hear music coming from speakers in the ceiling.
I resumed my dance, and once again closed my eyes as I unfastened my jacket. I followed this by removing my matching skirt, leaving me in my white blouse which was long enough to cover my thong, and my hold-up stockings. I opened my eyes, and was shocked to see him stroking his cock! I never even heard him unzip his pants.
"Keep going, I am enjoying this viewing very much," he laughed.
Reaching up I began to unfasten the few buttons on the front of my low cut blouse. He was staring intently at me as he continued to wank his hard cock. As I let it fall from my shoulders, he told me to come closer still.
"I want you to sit astride me and rub your arse on my cock," he told me.
I knew where this was going, but felt powerless to resist. If I lost my job I would lose my house and I was mortgaged up to the hilt.
Turning my back to him, I sat down in his lap. I could feel his erection between the cheeks of my bottom. His hands came up and unfastened my bra.
"That's it Hannah, your doing well, can you feel how hard you have made me," he said.
"Yes."
"Now turn around and kneel on the floor so I can see those perfect tits of yours," he demanded.
