“I know it’s not legal,” Sixty-nine said between blows, “and I would never even suggest it if we were selling to Americans… but since our prospective buyers don’t know anything about small town America real estate, and well… since they’re terrorists, I thought it would be a good idea to make a healthy profit on the deal. You know, screw them financially before we fuck up the rest of their lives.”
“This all came to you while you were chained to this hitching post?”
“Oh, no sir. It first came to my mind last night, just before I went to sleep.”
“You were thinking about work when I was fucking you?” Flanagan asked.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. I do my best thinking during sex.”
“What did I say about apologizing?” Flanagan dropped his flogger and gave her two particularly nasty bare-handed swats to the ass. Followed by gentle caresses. Followed by kisses. And a well-placed tongue.
I retreated back upstairs, heartened and yet distressed by the thought that my best friend may have found his soul mate.
***
Mulberry Lane
Despite Flanagan’s and Sixty-nine’s not-so-secret love affair, they were doing an excellent job of preventing Raven from getting a good night’s rest. Which let me concentrate on my job… which was keeping Raven distracted during the daylight hours and buying a shitload of houses.
My tried-and-true method — screwing the good-looking female home sellers and letting a good percentage of the male sellers fuck my realtor — was getting the job done, so I didn’t deviate from it. However, there were a few instances when both a desirable woman and a virile man opened the door when we knocked.
Such was the case at 235 Mulberry Lane. We got to the residence a little after 4:00 pm and were met at the door by Bonnie Learner, a twenty something brunette with a cover girl face and swimsuit model figure. She escorted us into her living room and introduced Lester, her husband, and Lucas, their realtor. Apparently, they thought that by outnumbering us, they could negotiate a higher price for their home.
By this time, Raven had already gone ten days on minimal sleep and had taken a rather large cock up the ass not an hour before in exchange for a ten-thousand-dollar discount on the well-endowed man’s house. Which might explain why my usually sharp minded realtor so readily agreed to what happened next.
I took a cursory glance around the house, spending most of the time perusing Bonnie’s extensive collection of lingerie. Two black slivers of silk, which would barely cover her boobs and pussy, caught my attention. I turned the bed down and laid the naughty nightie on her pillow with a note that said:
“For an extra forty thousand on the price of your house, put these on and wait for me.”
Next, I went downstairs to the living room where the two realtors and owners were discussing the dire condition of the Merryville real estate market.
“I’ll give you three hundred-eighty thousand.” My offer was forty thousand below their inflated list price.
The two homeowners and their realtor did a passable job of acting both shocked and insulted before starting into a well-rehearsed series of arguments to negotiate the price upwards. After listening to them jabber for five minutes, I interrupted by saying:
“Okay, you’ve made your point. Maybe I overlooked a few things as I walked through the house, especially the upgrades to your master bathroom. I guess the unmade bed threw me off.”
“I know for a fact that I made the bed this morning,” Bonnie said.
“Well, somebody must have unmade it. Go upstairs and see for yourself. I’ll give you time to remake it and then join you. In the interim, I’ve got a few questions for your husband about the garage.”
As Bonnie trounced up the stairs, I asked Miss Hardwood to fetch the contracts from her car and, after she left, turned to the two men.
“Did either of you grow up in Merryville?” I asked.
“We both did,” Lucas the realtor said. “We’ve been best friends since kindergarten.”
“Have you met my realtor before?”
“There are very few men in town who don’t know Raven,” Lester said. “We went to school with her.”
“Did either of you date her?”
“Only in our dreams,” Lucas said as the two of them laughed. “Neither of us was captain of the football team or the son of a rich banker.”
“So, I guess you’ve also never fucked her. Because, if you haven’t, this is your chance.”
The stunned looks I got confirmed my suspicions. Every town has that one woman every man wants. They instinctively know she’ll never lower herself to their level, but the desire is still there. In Merryville, that woman was Raven Harwood.
“Lester, if you drop the price of your house another fifteen thousand, I’ll let you have your way with my realtor. And Lucas, you get the same deal if you forego your commission.”
“What about my wife?” Lester asked.
“I’ll keep her busy upstairs. Just be quick about it.”
“Are you sure Raven is okay with this?”
“She’ll do whatever I ask of her. You two enjoy yourselves but remember, you only have thirty minutes.”
There were several ways my plan could have backfired on me. Four, to be precise. Because that’s how many people had to agree to a session of impromptu sex with people they would normally consider off limits.
Miss Hardwood was an almost guaranteed yes. Her hunger for money and power far exceeded any desire to live a moral life. And even though her commission would decrease if the price went down, she was convinced I would fire her if she ever said the word “no” in my presence.
Given enough time to think rationally, Lester might have realized that the risk of getting caught by his wife as he fucked another woman in their living room wasn’t worth the reward of a quick cum. And Lucas, who had to be making next to nothing as a realtor, surely couldn’t afford to lose this lone commission. But I was betting that the allure of realizing his dream of screwing the town hottie would win them over.
That left Bonnie. Thanks to Mrs. Bancroft’s teachings, I’m convinced I can talk 99% of the women on this planet into a tryst between the sheets. However, a woman as good looking and well-constructed as Bonnie Learner might need more than a scribbled note on a negligee to bring her under my powers and I didn’t have much time.
But I did have money. Lots of it. Which is infinitely more powerful than charm and sex appeal.
“Sixty thousand,” Bonnie said as I opened the bedroom door to find her seductively posed on the bed wearing the sexy black negligee.
“Sixty thou if I come first. Otherwise, you get forty.”
“Suppose neither of us comes?”
“Do you really think that will happen?” I asked while taking off my shirt and trousers.
“Doubtful,” she answered while removing her top revealing two of the best formed breasts I’d seen since, well, last night… when Miss Moorehead accidently dropped her towel after getting out of the shower.
“Couldn’t agree more.”
It took me fifteen minutes to coax the first orgasm out of her magnificent body. Her second cumming quickly followed and I was just about to make it a trifecta when either Lucas or Lester shouted, “Hot damn, I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I graduated from high school,” loud enough to be heard through the closed bedroom door.