It was Saturday morning and Trish’s turn to canvass the neighborhood for her real estate firm, looking for listings. In the current brisk housing market, a broker had to be aggressive, and Trish knew the name of that game.
An eye-popping redhead with green eyes and a knockout figure, she did all right, especially with male clients. Many tried to put the make on her, and she didn’t mind that. She teased herself with the thought of screwing each and every one of them, though she was far too discreet and discriminating to give in to promiscuous urges...most of the time. However, since she was single, an occasional guy did manage to breach the silken barrier of her underwear and gain access to the hottest pussy in town. Though Trish didn’t know it when she rang the bell of a certain small but attractive house on Fantasy Place, she was about to embark on just such an adventure.
“Yes?” The man who answered the door in slacks and loose shirt was tall, trim, and in his mid-forties. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a mustache, and nice eyes. In fact, he had just the kind of eyes that Trish liked, which is to say that they boldly roved her voluptuous form, tweaking the prominent swells of her titties, stroking her womanly hips, and gliding on down to her lovely legs that were revealed below the high hemline of a neat but sexy business suit. And even though she was walking the neighborhood on this particular morning, Trish hadn’t given in to the urge to wear sensible shoes. She always chose fuck-me pumps that made her legs look hot and showed off her toes in sheer nylon stockings.
Trish smiled at the man and asked, “Are you the owner of this house, sir?”
“Yes, I claim that distinction. And just what may I do for you, pretty lady?” His voice was smooth and mellow with a tone of cocky confidence that Trish liked.
“Well, I represent Apex Realty, and I’d like to know if you are thinking of selling your home.”
“And what if I was?” The man’s eyes twinkled.
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