Rochelle Sells... Houses

Rochelle could see on Tom's face just how torn he was over the decision and parted her thighs a little, allowing Tom's hand to move. It hesitated, then his fingers brushed against the crotch of her thong. It was wet. In fact it was soaked.

"Get your paperwork Rochelle," Tom said, his voice low, almost a growl, his cock eager and straining. Rochelle smiled at him and held out her hand so he'd help her from the table. She pulled herself close to him as she moved from the table, crushing her tits against him. Then she casually walked back upstairs, still in nothing more than her skirt, panties and high-heels. Tom followed. Rochelle grabbed the paperwork from her bag by the door and led Tom into the kitchen where she showed him where to sign. She stood beside him as he sat at the table applying his signature. When he'd signed, he turned to face her, finding her tits right at eye level, hard nipples all but begging to be sucked. Before he'd finished admiring them, Rochelle had bent her head down to his.

"Congratulations. You're going to be very happy here," she said, kissing him. He was caught by surprise when her lips met his rather than going to his cheek as he'd expected. Her tongue darted between his lips and he instinctively responded, using his own lips and tongue in response. As she kissed him, he reached with his hand to grab at her breast, feeling its ripe, firm shape, the nipple a little stabbing dart on the tip. Rochelle groaned and her hand went to his pants, grabbing his cock through the material, massaging him.

"Time for some pool?" Rochelle suggested as their kiss parted.

"Fuck yes," Tom said, following her back downstairs again. Rochelle turned just before the table and Tom strode confidently up to her, hands going to her waist and lifting her to sit her on the edge of the table. As he began kissing her again, his hands first explored her breasts and then slipped under her skirt to grab at her thong, pulling it down her legs. He lifted it clear of her red stilettos without removing them and brought it to his nose where he took in the aroma of her arousal. "You smell wonderful," he said to her even as he pushed her back down onto the table, spreading her legs and pushing her skirt up her thighs to reveal her pussy. Her lips were bare of hair and there was only a thin cropped landing strip above. His fingers delicately traced the lines of her pussy, flowing smoothly over her lips and slipping ever so slightly between them. Rochelle sighed as she felt the touch on her pussy, her juices already seeping from between her lips and down towards her anus. Tom brought his tongue to her pussy to retrace the path taken by his fingers and Rochelle tangled her fingers in his hair as he made contact, spreading her knees as far as she could, welcoming Tom's attentions.

Tom took his time, savouring the sweet taste of her pussy as his tongue dipped and delved between her luscious folds and circled and flicked at her clitoris. Rochelle moved her fingers to her nipples, pulling and pinching at them and fondling her breasts and Tom continued to treat her with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm building and whimpered slightly as its crescendo neared. Tom didn't relent, loving the way that this young girl was squirming on the pool table under his oral ministrations. Then she was shuddering and squealing and her pussy contracted as she came.

Tom watched her pussy as it pulsed in pleasure. He dropped his pants quickly and extracted his rock hard cock. He was at the perfect height and as Rochelle lay back on the hard surface of the table, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.

"Oh fuck!" Rochelle cried out, flinching at the intense sensation. He gave her no time to think about it though as he drove his thick hard member between her legs, burying it to the hilt in two quick strokes. He thrust quickly back and forth, watching Rochelle's lips cling to his shaft as it slid in and out. Rochelle threw her head back, mouth open as she groaned and moaned, her sensitive pussy being pummelled by Tom's cock.

Tom hooked his arms under Rochelle's legs for leverage and continued to pound her at a furious pace, his balls slapping against her butt and his cock audibly squelching in and out of her sopping cunt as Rochelle demanded that he fill it with his cock.

It didn't last a long time. Tom was too horny and excited and slamming his cock in and out of the tight young woman's pussy was too much of a turn on. In a couple of minutes he was grunting that he was about to explode. Rochelle pushed him away and spun about on the table, tits mashed against the felt and neck stretched as she told Tom to cum in her mouth. Tom willingly slid his cock into her mouth, loving the fact that she so readily took it, liberally coated with her juices, sucking and slurping as he started to rock back and forth, sliding it over her tongue. Rochelle reached with her hands to cup his bum, pulling him to her face, his cock thrusting deep to the back of her throat as he pumped her.

Then he was cumming, warm sticky sperm gushing from his cock as his balls unleashed their load down Rochelle's throat. She swallowed again and again, taking every drop until Tom pulled back from her mouth, his erection flagging slowly.

"mmm, that was awesome," Rochelle said to him as she made her way from the pool table. "Oops, seems like the felt's a bit wet there," she giggled. There was indeed a wet spot where her juices had flowed from her pussy and ended on the table.

"I guess that will be a little memento for me," Tom said. Rochelle moved to gather her things but Tom stopped her. "I haven't finished yet," he said, "You told me that your favourite part of the house was the balcony and I intend to see just how much you like it. Rochelle grinned and followed as he took her hand and led her through the levels of the house to the master bedroom. He opened the French doors and took her outside.

"Lean over the balcony, just like you did before," he said. Rochelle leaned up over the railing, her tits hanging beyond the top rail. Tom knelt behind her, running his hands up her skirt, over her firm butt, down her thighs, inside and out, smoothly over her calves. He licked at the back of her knee as his hands roamed all the way down to the red stilettos and Rochelle giggled and flinched, the surprise touch tickling her. His fingers worked at the zipper and catch of her skirt and he slid it down her legs, letting her step out of it, leaving her naked but for her heels as she leaned over the balcony. His hands again roamed over her smooth legs.

Tom kissed and licked his way up her thighs, moving from one to the other, using his hands as well until he was kissing her butt cheeks and nibbling gently with his teeth. He pulled them apart with his hands, admiring her glistening slit, finger roaming up and down and stabbing between them. He could feel Rochelle pushing back as he fingered her pussy. A second finger followed the first before he withdrew them and circled his index finger around her puckered little butt hole.

"Ooo, you're a dirty boy are you?" Rochelle asked as she felt his finger teasing at her anus.

"Well you did say everything in this house," he said as he removed his finger and swirled the tip of his tongue around her butt hole before poking it ever so slightly within and wiggling.

"Yes I did," Rochelle sighed as her butt was licked. Tom rubbed her clit his thumb as he continued to tease her anus before plunging his tongue deep between her pussy lips and licking inside her generously. Tom's cock was soon ready for more action and he stood behind her and worked it inside her pussy, moving back and forth, pushing her against the rail as he thrust deeper and deeper inside, Rochelle eagerly pushing back to meet his thrusts as she gazed at the view over the balcony.

Tom felt the cool breeze stirring between his legs as he worked his cock in and out of Rochelle's pussy and knew that he'd never be able to stand out here again without thinking of the time that he got to do so whilst fucking the gorgeous young agent that sold him the house. He reached for her tits, fondling them and pulling her nipples as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, taking his time, wanting to savour the sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his cock. He loved the view of her curved back as she leant over the rail, the tapering of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her butt cheeks were pert and perfect and he spread them with his hands as he drove his cock within her. Spreading them revealed her anus to him again and he decided that if was going to have her, he was going to have all of her. He dribbled saliva down over her puckered hole and worked his thumb inside as he continued to slide in and out.

"Oh yes Tom," Rochelle said, feeling the digit squeeze into her anus. She knew from the moment that he'd licked her that he'd end up putting his cock in there and was waiting to feel his flesh spear inside, "I love it in my ass."

Tom nearly lost it when Rochelle told him that. He pulled his cock from her pussy and slid it across her anus, listening to her all but purr as the length of his shaft slid across it, coating it with her own lubricant. He thrust back inside her pussy, working quickly and hard, getting his cock nice and wet again before pulling it out and positioning the head at her tight little back door. As he held it there, he felt Rochelle push against him, encouraging, urging, "Fuck my arse Tom, get your cock in my bum!" He pushed, watching as the head of his cock disappeared; the muscle of her sphincter squeezing his shaft as it slowly eased its way inside. Rochelle had her head hung forward, moaning as she felt Tom's cock working its way inside her butt. He slid back and pushed again, working deeper, pulling out and pushing in again.

"Faster," she urged him with a hushed urgency as she relaxed enough and stretched to permit his entry. Tom responded, sliding his cock in and out, hands on her slim hips as he guided himself. Rochelle's hand moved between her legs to play with her clit as Tom fucked her up the arse. She twiddled and tweaked and rubbed at it, juices seeping down over it from her pussy even as she pushed back against the stiff cock.

Tom was totally surprised by the eagerness with which Rochelle was pushing herself back against his cock and how vocally she was telling him to fuck her butt. Knowing she was also playing with her clit was a huge turn on and he knew that he wasn't going to last as long as he'd have liked. Rochelle cried out as she was rocked by another orgasm and Tom lost it as he felt her bum choke down on his penetrating shaft. He exploded in her butt, shooting his second load of cum deep inside her anus.

"Oh God I love that feeling," Rochelle said, smiling back at him as his cock eased from her arse. Tom wasn't quite sure how to respond and was saved from having to do so when she added, "Don't know about you, but I think I'm going to try out your new shower." With her hand cupped under her bottom, she ran off, giggling with only a quick glance back to where Tom stood. Tom watched her lovely breasts bounce as she ran off until she had her back to him and he couldn't see them. Then he belatedly kicked himself into gear to follow her. He'd be mad to miss seeing her in the shower.

By the time he got there, Rochelle was standing under the cascading water, blonde hair piled on top of her head in an effort to keep out of the water, which was rushing down the front of her body, her large breasts like rounded boulders in a waterfall.

"Mind if I join you?" Tom asked.

"Of course not, it's your house," Rochelle grinned back at him. She made room for him in the shower and Tom joined her in the generous alcove, his hands going directly to her breasts. He played with them for a while before lowering his head to suck on one of her hard little nipples, something he'd been meaning to do since they'd first been revealed to him. He swapped from one to the other, delighting in using his tongue to play with them and tease them. He was surprised to find that his cock was getting hard again.

"Up for more are we?" Rochelle asked him with a grin, soaping her hands and sliding them up and down his cock. Tom groaned, his cock very sensitive from its earlier exertions. Rochelle dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, water flowing all over her, drenching her hair. She bobbed her head up and down the length of the shaft for a while before standing again. She stepped from the alcove and wrapped a towel about herself as Tom looked on.

"I think you should save that one for Sara," she said to him. You should ring her and tell her that you've bought the house. Then, if I were you, I'd lay her out on the island bench and fuck her in the kitchen. She walked from the room, looking just as sexy in a towel as she did in a skirt and blouse. Tom turned the taps off and followed her, part of him wanting to take her a third time. He contemplated telling her she couldn't leave yet, that she was still his, but with her having mentioned Sara, he decided she was right. He should call her.

Rochelle picked up the signed documents after tracking her various items of clothing down from around the house and took her jacket and bag from the hook, smiling at the thought of the commission the sale would put in her bank account.

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"Rochelle speaking," she said, answering her phone two hours later.

"Rochelle, you're a wonder," exclaimed the woman on the other end of the phone. "I don't know how you convinced him to do it, but I've never been so happy. Thank you so so much, I wish there was something I could do for you."

"It's fine Sara, knowing that you're happy and that you have the house you wanted is more than enough thanks for me."

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Rochelle looked across the table, staring at the couple, once again wondering who the decision maker was and what would motivate them to put up the extra thousands of dollars for the apartment. Was it the brunette or the red head?

She realised that this was the first time that she'd ever sold a property to a lesbian couple and it was keeping her on her toes. They didn't have the same motivations as a traditional heterosexual couple and these two girls in particular seemed to have things very in sync. She was really struggling to find the angle that would get them there. It was their third visit and they'd put in a firm offer, but the vendor was adamant and wouldn't drop his price. Rochelle didn't mind as long as she could get these two girls to come up with the money, after all, a higher price meant a higher commission.

The appointment ended with Rochelle none the wiser as to how to make this happen and so she led them to the door and said goodbye. Lucy, the brunette gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed straight for the car. Rochelle went to farewell the red headed Lisa in the same manner and was surprised when Lisa turned her head at the critical moment, bringing their lips together ever so briefly. Lisa's arm also lingered on Rochelle's, her fingers sliding down her forearm as she left slowly, smiling back over her shoulder with a wink and a wave.

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"Hi Rochelle, its Lucy here, my partner and I were over checking the apartment on Highgate with you the other day?"

"Yes, I remember Lucy, how are you, have you changed your mind?"

"Well to be honest, I really want the place and I'm willing to pay the extra, but Lisa is being a bit stubborn. I wondered if I came up with the rest of the money whether we could just let her think that we'd managed to get it for less?"

"I wouldn't advise that Lucy," Rochelle replied, "there's too many documents involved and she will find out."

"Oh, ok," Lucy said, the disappointment in her voice almost palpable.

"Look, perhaps if I took Lisa through the house alone and she had time and space to look objectively, without feeling any implied or real pressure from you as to how bad you want it, she might changer her mind," Rochelle offered.

"Really? Well, maybe, I don't think she will, but perhaps it's worth a shot," Lucy answered.

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Rochelle stared into her closet. She knew exactly what she'd be pulling out if she were off to meet a male client, but today, she found herself wondering exactly what it was that she should wear. Heck, she wasn't even sure how she was going to approach this given there was no intent to prostitute herself for the sale like she'd done on other occasions.

She decided to keep it simple, dressing like she would for any other day on the job, selecting a black skirted business suit and a sheer lemon blouse. She rummaged in her underwear draw and produced a pair of yellow lace boy short panties with a matching bra that she'd bought at Victoria's Secret. Simple black heels completed the ensemble. As she dressed, she found herself thinking back to the way that Lisa had turned her head and the way that her hand had lingered on her arm. Had she been hitting on her? She doubted it.

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"Hi Rochelle," the red headed Lisa greeted her as Rochelle held the door wide for her to come inside.

"Welcome Lisa," Rochelle said, offering to take the coat that she was wearing. Lisa freed herself from the coat and held it out to the real estate agent. She was wearing a short skirted summer frock that showed off her long thin legs beautifully and as she moved into the house past Rochelle, she noted that she didn't appear to be wearing a bra, her nipples poking obviously against the fabric of her dress.

"Ok, so Lucy seemed to think that if I saw this house on my own, I might change my mind, but I can't say that it's very likely. I like it, but it's just too much," she opened with.

"Well I'm not here to force you or make the decision for you, I am simply here to show the house, point out its features and give you some time to look," Rochelle reassured her, leading her into the kitchen. "Do you have the list of features that you were looking for?" Rochelle asked.

"No sorry I didn't bring it."

"Well I have a copy here, would you like to see how the apartment compares to what you both said you were looking for?"

"To be honest, no. I don't really mind how it compares to that. Lucy is more inclined to work that way, but I am a little more intuitive about these things. I know if she's happy with it that it will tick all those little boxes. I really just need to try and get a feel for the place, to see whether I will really feel at home here."

"No problem at all," Rochelle said. "Make yourself as at home as you can."

"Well," Lisa said, hesitating, " this is probably going to sound really weird and I understand if you say no, but do you mind if I undress?" Rochelle was lost for words for a moment.

"Undress?" Rochelle finally stammered out. She breathed quickly as she tried to recover her composure. "I'm sure that would be fine ... I can't think why not anyway." She said. Rochelle was expecting to be asked to leave the room or the house or something, but Lisa just smiled happily at her and said, "Thanks" as she reached to the spaghetti straps of her frock and slipped them from her shoulders. The frock fell to the floor in a puddle of cotton and Rochelle was confronted with her total nudity. Not only had she not been wearing a bra, but nothing beneath her dress at all. Rochelle couldn't help but cast a critical eye over the sudden nudity before her.

Lisa was thin, though not to the point of being too skinny, she thought, more lean. She had virtually no breasts to speak of, but long firm nipples. Her pubic hair was red and trimmed. Lisa smiled at her and started to move through the apartment.