PART 4: CONFESS
A realtor gets a big commission.
He was always on the prowl for new investments. When he saw the FOR SALE sign on the gate of a McMansion in his neighborhood, he leapt on the chance. He called the Realtor on the speaker-phone in his car. She was open at three that day. He would be there.
He was right on time. After six rings the Realtor opened the door to him. She was a pleasant surprise floating in a cloud of perfume. Her scent brought back memories of a better time for America.
Alexis Almodovar was a fresh faced beauty: 5 feet 4 inches tall, 121 pounds dripping wet, with sweet Georgia heavily made-up brown eyes. Her brown hair was tied up in a loose knot. Her full lips were painted a lustrous red. Large hoops, inside of each were inverted Vs, dangled from her ears. She had creamy white skin. Around her neck was a simple silver chain on which hung an aquamarine crystal triangle pendant. The pendant drew his eyes to the tops of her small breasts in her low cut tight beige mid-thigh high dress. He could see just a shade of her deep purple bra. She wore bright pink Come Fuck Me shoes that had ankle straps. Her ensemble was...tacky. She must have been no more than 21.
She looked at the tall strong-looking older man with the shaved head with a slight wariness in her eyes. He was wearing what was to her eyes an obviously very expensive suit. I hope he can buy this place, I haven't made a sale in two months, my days are numbered at the company, Alexis worried as she made small talk with the client.
Alexis turned to start giving her client the "Grand Tour" of the McMansion. She had a big Latino ass. It was glorious to behold.
Giving a well-rehearsed, if not well-understood by her, spiel, Alexis moved slowly from room to room trying her level best to answer the client's sometimes very hard questions. He listened attentively to her spiel and answers, carefully considering her from every angle.
He made his decision long before Alexis showed him the bed room.
"I'll buy it," he announced matter-of-factually in his deep voice.
"You will?!" Alexis cried out in unabashed joy. I'll be able to pay my rent this month! she exclaimed inside, getting a rush from her client's decisiveness.
"We should celebrate!" Alexis clapped her hands excitedly.
"Let's," the client said in a deep, low tone, with a serious look she had seen before on the faces of many men.
Alexis sucked the inside of her right cheek, her eyes darting, then softening, hesitant.
"I'll sign all the paper work on the way out," his voice got deeper, his dark eyes concentrated ebony.
Alexis Almodovar ever so slightly nodded her slightly cleft chin. She looked down at the client's bulging crotch when he took off his jacket. Look's like he has quite a bit to celebrate, she said inside.
Holding her face between his large, strong hands, the client kissed Alexis' juicy mouth. At first she shyly opened her mouth somewhat. Then quicksilvery their mouths were open to the experience, their tongues twisting together like Ouroboros, Alexis' red lipstick smearing all over their faces. Between lip smackings, she panted out, "Call me Lexy."
Without any prompting from her client, Lexy got on her knees before him and undid his belt. The zipper was the work but of a moment.
"Wow!" Alexis exclaimed with unforced fetching charm when the rod of her client sprung forth. She looked up into his eyes with a twinkle in her eyes. His thick circumcised cock was pleased as punch to be expanding its property portfolio.
Without further to-do Lexy started sucking the swollen head of her client's shaft. She sucked wantonly, her cheeks puckered. She wrapped her fingers with each nail painted fire engine red around her biggest client and rubbed him the right way. He moaned deeply, the waves of pleasure inspired by the kneeling young woman's red hot and wet sucking mouth, throbbing down the length and breadth of his cockiness.
He lifted her onto the bed, where they frantically struggled to take off their clothes. When this was done he lay on his back and Lexy got back to where she left off on his rigid veiny ugly raging bull's cock.
She sucked noisily, her head bobbing up and down, fingering the bassoon, her eyes twinkling. He groaned, deep bass groans. Lexy's lips and tongue wrapped themselves around the purpling orb, in a gulping, suckling pig out. She primed the pump.
"Your mouth has a super power: it can turn into a pussy," the client moaned deeply.
Lexy got up on her knees between his spread legs and pulled down the straps of her deep purple bra. Her breasts were small and pointy and flat and saggy, the aureoles stretched out ovals, her brown nipples pleasure buttons. Her breasts, he felt, were...pathetic. And that was, strangely, arousing.
Taking her in his large hard hands the client laid Lexy back on two propped up pillows. He confidently pulled off Lexy's lacy deep purple panties. He didn't take off her bright pink shoes.
"Jeepers," Lexy sighed adorably as her client spread her legs and began licking her shaven pussy. Not many of the men Lexy had been with had gone down on her, but unlike the few who had, this man didn't need a road map, he had a great sense of direction, he took charge of the situation. His thick tongue swam laps back and forth in Lexy's tidal pool. She stroked his bald red head as they looked into each other's eyes, the client licking all up inside of the Realtor's bald pussy.
Lexy's body surprise attacked her. "Mas! Mas!" she screamed, grinding her orgasm into the mouth of her client, who ate her pussy like a starving man. She seized the day, she rendered unto Caesar what is Caesar's.
