Flipping More Than Real Estate

She now had my cock so erect and inflated it was actually stretching the skin until it hurt. My blood was engorging the head and every inch of skin to maybe the largest I have ever been in my life. I knew she could feel me throbbing as she was working her magic.

She pulled off my cock, looked up at me with that Princess Di look and said, "You like that?"

"Yes!"

"Do I have your listing?"

"Not if you keep fucking around."

"She gave me a devilish smile, lowered her head, put her tongue on my cock and licked her way down to my balls.

She brought her other hand up, cupped by balls raising them up slightly and started to suck them one at a time gently at first and then really sucking pulling a ball deep into her mouth stretching the sack as her clever hands kept playing with my cock and the other ball.

She released my nuts, licked her way back up to the head of my pulsating cock, looked me deep in the eyes and said, "I want all of your sweet seed. Cum in my mouth right now. Right-fucking-now!"

I put both of my hands on her head, shoved my cock in her mouth with all of my might and starting fucking it hard and fast, balls deep. I was now in her throat and throat-fucking her, fucking her face with my cock, bouncing my tightening balls off of her chin.

I knew I wanted to cum in her mouth and just as I started to explode I pulled the bursting head of my cock out of her throat and into her mouth to shoot my entire load of salty, thick sperm, filling her mouth with so much jizz that it started to leak out of it onto her tits and belly and thigh, coating her tongue with my seed.

I shot easily seven or eight ropes of hot spunk into her mouth. She rolled it around for a while savoring its saltiness and then swallowed it all opening her mouth to proudly show me that she did as she dropped back on her heels to sit.

I stood there for a while catching my breath and enjoying the glow of an unexpected afternoon blow job and orgasm.

"Congratulations! You've got the job," I said as I pulled up my pants.

"Meet me at my office tomorrow at 11. We'll have coffee, discuss the details, and sign the paperwork."

"Goody. I get an autograph," with a slight giggle.

I shook my head grinning, and I started out, paused for a sec and turned back towards her.

"Liz, why the roses?"

She looked at me coyly, "If you're lucky maybe next time I'll tell you and let you pluck one."

I threw her a kiss and strode out the door with thoughts of romping in the garden in my head.

Chapter 3:

A few weeks had passed and we were back touring the dump in Toluca Lake. But it was far from that now. I had given Liz free rein -- with me signing off of the budget as we went, of course -- and she had cracked the whip on the crew. We weren't done yet, but as I walked around I admired what had been accomplished from the repair work, to the woodworking, the rest of the crafts like electric and plumbing, and even the color choices. First rate job by all.

And speaking of first rate, Liz was wearing another inappropriate, tight skirt. This one a pink form-fitting, ruched, drawstring knot, rib-knit set off by a wrap-around cowled blouse that made no attempt to hide the pink lace bra underneath which matched her signature pink hardhat.

As we walked around I watched all of the workers checking her out. Some from the corner of their eye, and a few rather blatantly. I smiled when the female painter in the white overalls looked lustfully too.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Looks good so far, Ms. Sabatino. Do you have an ETA and a date?"

"I'm hoping four weeks out and since you asked, yes, I do date on the job," and I swear she tugged her cowled neckline down a bit showing me her lace enclosed right tit.

"Date? You do remember you're working for me, right?"

She saluted, "Yes sir. And that's why I'll do anything to please you."

"Anything?" and she shook her long blonde hair yes.

"You know when you play sports 'anything' means whatever it takes to win."

This time a sexy smile joined the blonde nod. "I like to play," as she shimmied her chest left and right reminding me of the girls in the stands.

I looked around the space at the large crew toiling away.

"Come over here," I motioned back to the foyer. "Okay, let's play. Would you be willing to walk around nude in front of the crew as we continue to inspect the work," and I reached in and cupped her right tit.

"Would that get you hot?"

"Why not take that spectacular breast out for all of these guys to see, let's start the inspection again, and find out?"

She paused for a moment as I caressed her breast, and without a word she lifted my hand out of her blouse bringing her luscious boob with it, nude, fully exposed and excited, if her nipple was to be believed.

"Come here," and I snatched her hand, put it on my awakening cock, and pulled her blouse and bra down exposing the other breast too.

I looked down to admire the gifts nature had given Liz now proudly jutting forward like a barmaid in a hofbrau, but without the blouse part of her dirndl.

She grabbed her bra to readjust it under her boobs making them even more pronounced, rubbed her nails over both nipples, then slowly brought one long nail up to trace around the red rose tattoo while licking her lips wantonly.

I put my hand on the small of her back. "Shall we start again in the house and then move to the apartments?"

We started walking around with her boobs jiggling and swaying delightfully.

I watched Bill elbow Jose and he nearly dropped the nailgun on his foot at the sight of Liz's exposed chest. It didn't take long before everyone had stopped working to ogle naked D-cups on parade.

I could tell that she was getting off on strutting her stuff for all to see. My pants were now very tight, and I couldn't help but notice that mine wasn't the only growing erection in the place.

"Bill over there wants to fuck you."

"Honey, they all want to fuck me."

To prove it she stopped for a moment, bent over from her waist as if to adjust her shoe as her ample chest dangled towards the floor, full yet surprisingly firm for their size, her nipples flattened and soft against her skin. She swayed them teasingly from side to side inspiring a wolf's whistle from one of the doorways.

I casually lifted her skirt up showing her firm ass framed by her pink thong for the guys in the room who had put their tools down to enjoy the show, and Liz did not disappoint shaking her backside around to yelps of appreciation.

My hand slid down between her legs. Her pussy was soaking.

"Stay like that, please," a throaty woman's voice said. The female painter was standing in front of Liz, rubbing her crotch in the topless real estate agent's face while her paint stained hands groped both breasts.

"Go for it, Maryann!" hooted one of the guys as Maryann's hands moved up from Liz's tits to the back of her head grinding her overalls-covered pussy deeper into Liz.

The rest of the crew started chiming in with catcalls and shouts of encouragement: "Hey babe!" "Senorita!" "I'm next," "Nice titties!" "Eat that pussy," and more.

Most of it was good-natured, horny guys reacting to the surprise sex show that egged the painter to unhook the straps of her overalls revealing surprisingly large boobs in a tube top which brought on even more catcalls.

I leaned over, grabbed one of the painter's tits and gave her a kiss shoving my tongue into her mouth. She jumped back.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing, breeder?"

"I could say the same. Why don't you get back to work?"

I grabbed Liz's blonde mane, yanked her back up, and ushered her along to continue the tour of the property with her bare breasts leading the way to a lot of stares and appreciative gasps.

We made it to the back unit. A larger studio apartment with a good sized sleeping loft above the living area. Work had stopped for the day. I looked around. The carpentry was done and the walls were half painted a light potato with white semi-gloss trim.

"What happened to blue for the walls?"

"It clashed."

She waved her arm moving her breasts up seductively like a nude centerfold. "Don't you approve it as is?" I reached for one of her tits feeling the ampleness and heft.

"Yes, I do!" reaching around to grab the other one.

"The work silly. The work."

I knocked the hardhat off her head. It went clanging to the floor.

"Sorry, I hadn't noticed," and pulled Liz's bare bosom into my chest. "I have some gardening to do," and we started to kiss like two eager teenagers.

I ripped her blouse and bra over her head onto the floor with the rest of her clothes following. Soon I was lying between her legs on the floor with the head of my cock rubbing up and down her slit with her dripping pussy mixing juices with my leaking precum.

I looked down at her considerable breasts rolling enticingly to either side, yet they still sat full upon her chest despite their heft, the dark pink areolas starting to tighten. I started sucking on the red rose with my fingers rolling around a nipple.

Liz wrapped a hand around my rigid shaft, "Isn't it about time you fuck me with that big cock of yours?"

I spread her thighs further with my knees. Using her hand she took my cock and slid me inside with a wild look of primal carnality.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "So fucking thick. I've been waiting for this. Fuck me. Use me. Pound me hard and make me cum."

I didn't need to be invited twice. I don't know if it was my girth or how tight her pussy was, but it was gripping me like a compression sock as I shoved my prick inside her to the bottom of her cunt. Once balls deep, I grabbed both of her wrists, put them over her head, held them firmly against the carpet, and started to hammer her.

She wanted hard so I rode her hard until I was rocking my balls against her undulating ass, and had her moaning with each stroke with the occasional cry of pain as I rammed her cervix with the swollen head of my cock.

I grabbed her butt, raised it up and started to jackhammer her with everything I had.

The walls of the empty apartment were echoing with the sound of our slapping flesh and moans of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit, so good, so good, that's it."

I plunged in all the way balls deep and started to grind against her clit. Another circling, rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone then I pulled out to my tip and plunged back into her again and again.

Just when I thought Liz was going to cum the door open downstairs and we heard shouted out, "Just give me a moment. I need to pick up a few things that I left." Then footsteps up the stairway.

The painter, Maryann, hit the top and turned.

"Holy shit!" she shrieked.

I wasn't going to let an unexpected visitor spoil the fun so I improvised and whispered to Liz, "Three-way?"

She nodded yes.

"Maryann, I don't know why you're here, but since you are why don't you finish dropping those overalls and join us?"

"Holy shit!" was all she could still say.

"Come on, join us. Right Liz?"

"Uh-huh."

"Come on." I gestured to Liz's pretty face as I continued to fuck her. "There a seat for you right here."

I could see the wheels spinning and the next thing I knew the painter was out of her overalls, tube top, and panties. Without the tube top her breasts were quite large, hanging a bit lower than Liz's with wide flat nipples. She was covered in tattoos, had a landing strip leading down to a slightly fleshy pussy and a womanly ass.

She stepped towards us, "No funny business like before. Got it," and straddled Liz's face, moved her hand down her stomach, spread her pussy wide and sat smack down on Liz's face, rubbing her clit over her mouth and chin.

I could see Liz struggling to catch her breath with the twat on her mouth and her nose up the painter's ass, and I started fucking again for real.

The faster I was fucking the harder Maryann was grinding. I guess Liz had no objection since she now started to seriously move her ass, bucking up and down taking my cock as deep as it could go inside her.

She was so wet it was dripping down my balls. The painter's snatch was following along. I could hear the slurping of Liz's tongue as Maryann ground her clit into Liz.

The harder I stroked the further my head was shoved into Maryann's cleavage. I couldn't resist and on the next thrust sucked one of Maryann's bouncing tits into my mouth.

"Hey! Watch it."

I looked up, "Cut me a break, will ya. We are both fucking her and you keep shoving your tits into my face. What do you expect me to do?

With a begrudging nod of okay, we both got down to the serious business of fucking Liz and getting off using her body for our own pleasure going at it hot and heavy for ten minutes or so.

The painter came first squeezing Liz's head so hard with her thighs I thought she was going to suffocate her. But Liz didn't seem to mind because surprisingly she started to cum with a muffled scream into Maryann's fleshy vagina, and her hips thrashing against me and the carpet.

I could feel my cock get harder, the head grew larger and my balls were tightening as I was about to cum like there was no tomorrow. I decided, "what the fuck," pulled out and shot all over Maryann's and Liz's tits, making sure that at least two large streams of cum bounced off of the painter's face.

I stood up looking down at ropes of cum dripping from Maryann's face and tits pooling onto Liz while she attempted to extract herself from underneath Maryann's still quivering ass.

I helped Liz to her feet and kissed her smelling and tasting pussy all over her face. Pinching her butt I said, "I like what I saw here today. Good job. Keep it going."

Looked at the naked painter covered in my spunk, "Well, that was fun. I'll see ya around. My guess is you have an early call tomorrow since we're on a deadline. Catch you later."

I gave her ass a swift smack, grabbed my clothes and said, "I've got to run to an appointment, but don't let the fun stop because I'm leaving, ladies," and walked down the steps nude humming Nat King Cole's "Rambling Rose."

Chapter 4:

True to Liz's word, the project was done in about a month and ready to go to market a few short weeks later.

In the interim, we had gotten together two or three times for a romp in the hay including one noteworthy night over at her place that involved satin sheets, silk ropes, and a black velvet blindfold. But when it mattered she was all business, and I'm happy to say knew her stuff.

We were meeting in my office to discuss marketing strategies and when to schedule the real estate agent's caravan and the first open house. It was coming into noon.

"How about we keep working over lunch? My treat."

The smile said "yes," and we strolled over to nice bistro down the street with picturesque outside dining on a patio filled with flowers. The state had fully reopened a few weeks before so there were plenty of tables available for a change. We were led to a pleasant table under an umbrella that was warm enough but the sun wasn't in our eyes.

In a little while ice teas and lunch were served. Liz was eating an ahi tuna Nicoise salad and I opted for the chef's salad, no egg with a light vinaigrette. We made small talk over the first few bites.

I put down my fork and said, "I'm thinking about a glass of wine. Would you care to join me?"

She nodded yes. I found our server, and in a few minutes two chilled glasses of pinot grigio were in front of us.

I raised my glass, "To paraphrase Bogie at the end of 'Casablanca,' to the beginning of a beautiful friendship" and we clinked.

"Is your lunch OK?" Liz nodded yes. "Good... So, you know about me, and I know what you can do, but how did you get here? Tell me the story of Liz Sabatino."

She paused for a moment to finish her bite, took a sip of wine and said, "Well, what do you want me to tell you?

"How about how you got from there to here. What was your childhood like? How did you end up in Los Angeles commercial real estate, sitting at this table, having lunch with me?"

"Okay, I was a military brat. My dad was in the United States Air Force. I'm an only child and spent my childhood being dragged from base to base. It's funny, I don't really have any place that I actually think of or call home."

I looked at her in disbelief.

"True story. Nowhere. Where do you call home?"

"I was born in New York, but raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. I think of San Francisco as home. San Francisco is my home."

"You see? I don't have that. I don't think of any place as home. I don't have a home."

She continued, "Do you have childhood friends? A best friend from grade school? Friends you follow on Facebook?"

Chewing, I nodded yes.

"Well, I don't. That's why I'm not on Facebook. I have no friends from my childhood. None. With the exception of my father, I have no relationships from my childhood, and I don't think of anyplace as my home. This table at this restaurant might as well be my home. It's weird. I listen to people talk all day about their home. Fuck, I work in a real estate office and all I hear all day is, 'Your future home. This house is perfect for your future home. This could be your home.' Well, what about me? Where is my home? That's the main reason why I hated residential. I don't have any place I can call home."

"Gosh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's what I was dealt."

"But, you said your father? What about your mom?"

"She's dead. Died in a car accident back in Okinawa when I was six. They drive on the wrong side of the fucking road there. Dad says she must have gotten confused."

"Shit, I am so sorry Liz," and I reached out to take her hand. She shrugged it off.

"Water under the bridge. It was a long time ago."

I didn't believe her. I waited.

"Dad would be reassigned and we would land at a new base. It seemed like every time I was just starting to make friends we moved again. I have one friend that I can remember from third grade, Janet Richardson. She was in the house next door. She was nice."

For a moment Liz was lost in a distant memory. "But we lost touch."

She took a sip of wine finishing her glass as we both took a bite of our lunch.

"Want another?" I asked.

She nodded yes and I motioned our server. I didn't realize I had opened a wound.

"Anyway, since I had to make new friends every year or two I learned how to do it. When I was younger it was having a nice smile and liking the same things they liked whether it was dollhouses or sports. Sports were big. Especially football."

She gave me a look. "You call it soccer."

I think I winced.

"When I hit my teens the way to make friends at the new base and school changed. Now it was boys, and well, you know their interest with me didn't involve football. So I learned that how I looked was more important than how I kicked a ball."

She took another bite. "I started dressing to please the guys and got known as a 'loose girl.' I wasn't doing anything. Believe me, my dad saw to it that I was chaste and pure, but that didn't matter. We didn't have a lot of money so I had to create my own style. I became a mini-Madonna in 'Desperately Seeking Susan.' 'Vogue' became my bible. As soon as I made real money I started wearing my favorite designers."

"I couldn't help but notice."

She smiled at the compliment.

"Listen, I'm so sorry your childhood sucked. Sorry."

We paused. What could you say to that?

Finally, "Alright, but you didn't tell me what got you from there to here?"

"It's simple really. When I was 17 we landed in LA. I left at 18. I did a few odd jobs here and there. You know waitressing in a coffee shop and stuff like that. School didn't suit me and I figured the only two ways to make real money in LA without a college degree was to be a hairdresser or sell real estate."