The Realtor
written by:
mcerotic

I noticed that there was an open house in the condo next door to mine. I knew that the people had put it up for sale, they had had a baby and pretty much moved out to the suburbs. I decided to go round. Of course I was just being nosy really, I had no intention of buying the condo next to mine. I still had ten minutes before the open house closed, plenty of time just to see how they had remodeled the place.

There was a couple there just leaving, and then there was only the realtor. It turned out her name was Loretta. She was Filipina. Mid-forties, I guessed, although it is always hard to tell the ages of Asians. She was about 5' 4", slim, nice figure which her tailored suit showed off. Her breasts filled her jacket out nicely. The pants of her suit hugged her ass tightly when she bent over.

I chatted to her for twenty minutes as she shut down the open house, turned off all the lights and appliances and generally put everything back in place so that other realtors could show the condo the following week.

"I'm considering selling my place and moving to somewhere smaller," I said. It was even true, I'd been meaning to get my act together ever since my kids grew up and moved out, but I had procrastinated.

Of course she was immediately interested, a couple of percent of a million dollar condo is serious money. In the current market in the city the big problem realtors have is that there is only limited inventory, places for sale. So they can represent buyers but then it is difficult to close on anywhere to actually make a deal and get paid. Every place has a dozen offers so goes for an insane amount over its true value. Every realtor has a dozen clients looking for every one they have to sell.

"Let's go and have a drink and talk about it," I suggested.

We walked across the street to the bar on the other side. I ordered us both a glass of wine and we picked a couple of appetizers.

"I need to see what kinds of places are available," I said. "I don't want to sell my place with nowhere to move to, or discover that I don't like anywhere else."

"Of course," she said. "Tomorrow is Monday, which is a slow day for me. Why don't I take you out and show you what there is out there?"

"Sounds perfect."

"So where are you from?"

"The Philippines."

"I guessed that. Manila?"

"No, further north."

"When did you come here?"

"About twenty years ago. A year after my daughter was born. Partially to get away."

"Away from what?"

"My husband mainly. But I wanted to start a new life. It was too stifling in the Philippines."

"So I guess you're divorced."

"Yes."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Pity."

She laughed. "Why?"

"Because..." I leaned over so that I could talk quietly in her ear and nobody around could hear. "...because you are cute."

She blushed. "If I'm going to be your realtor you can't say that sort of thing to me. We have to be professional. One or the other."

"Really? Then I pick the saying-that-sort-of-thing choice."

She laughed again. "No, that's not what I meant. You can't flirt with me. Period. I have a boyfriend."

"But it would be fun. We can go and look at condos tomorrow and we can flirt. That is much more fun than looking at condos and not flirting."

"You are very forward."

"I know. I think you are loving it."

She paused. Then she looked down so that she didn't have to look me in the eye when she replied. "Well, I'm not hating it."

"Unbutton your jacket."

"Why?"

"I want to see what you have inside."

"No way. You are something else." But she was smiling, loving the attention. I guessed nobody had come close to hitting on her for years.

I leant over and whispered in her ear again. "Are you wearing a bra?"

She laughed. "How many realtors do you know who don't wear a bra?"

"I don't think I know any realtors."

"Well, I can tell you that the only realtors that don't wear bras...are men."

We drank our wine and ate the food.

"Do you want another glass of wine?" I asked.

"I shouldn't," she said.

"Got to get back home to your boyfriend. Make dinner."

"No, it's not that. I've my own condo in the city. He lives an hour's drive from here. It's too far to go every evening."

"You can come to my condo."

"You are so direct. But you also know it's not going to happen."

The waitress came by at that point so I just ordered two more glasses of wine. She didn't say she didn't want one, she was happy to stay and have me pay unprofessional attention to her. I decided to lighten up a little for a bit.

"Do they have wine in the Philippines?" I asked.

"Beer mostly. San Miguel, you probably have heard of it. You can get it here. But I didn't drink alcohol before I came to the US."

"The great Satan corrupted your morals."

"Well, introduced me to alcohol anyway. I was brought up a good Catholic."

"So you were a good girl before you were married."

"If you are implying what I think you are, that is very personal. Especially since I don't really know you."

"You don't have to answer. An Asian Catholic. That's two guilt trips if you did anything, so I know you didn't."

"How did we get onto this subject?"

"The US was corrupting your morals. I was trying to do my share of corruption."

We talked a bit more about what sort of condo I was looking for and which areas of the city I was most interested in. Once our wine was finished it was time to go.

I gave her a friendly hug goodbye, and casually, almost experimentally, let my hand slide down her back onto the top of her ass. She let out a tiny sigh and so I let my hand slip a little lower. We were in public so I didn't want to try anything blatant, she might get too embarrassed and break the spell.

"You can't touch my ass," she said quietly. "I'm your realtor, not your girlfriend."

But she didn't push my hand away.

"Two boyfriends are much more fun than just one," I said quietly. I kissed her on the cheek and pulled away from her before she could reply. But I got the sense of a little desire in her eyes, temptation to do something that she shouldn't. Plus I got the sense of a desire in my cock, it was under no doubt as to where it wanted to explore.

The next day Loretta took me to several condos in one part of the city. In the last one she planned to show me, she was leaning over the dining table writing something in her notebook. In that position her pants were stretched across her ass and without hesitating I just reached out and stroked one cheek. Unlike the evening before, where we had been in public, I wasn't discreet.

"Oh," she sighed, "You can't do that."

But she didn't move away, didn't push my hand away. So I left it there and gently caressed her cheek. I could feel the hem of her panties through her pants. I might have imagined it but I sensed she pushed her ass back against my hand.

She was wearing pants that had a zipper on one side, on her hip.

"Undo your zipper," I whispered in her ear as I continued to stroke her ass.

"I can't," she said. "I can't do anything to help."

That sounded rather an odd thing to say, almost as if she would let me undo it but it was a step too far for her to do something as active as undoing it herself.

"Can I undo it?" I asked.

"I can't answer that. If things happen, they happen."

I took hold of the tag of the zipper and slowly slid it down. I could sense her holding her breath, her body was tense as a piano wire. Once her zipper was undone then her pants were lose. I knew it would be too soon to try and take them off, she needed to be more aroused. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her pants and slipped it inside, letting my fingertips push under the top of her panties so that my fingertips slipped across the smooth skin of her ass. She was shaking with arousal. It was such a simple thing, just running my hand over her ass. But so blatantly sexy to even have my hand inside her panties.

"Oh my god," she said. "I can't believe you did that."

"I can't believe you let me."

"Nor can I. It's not how I behave. I'm Asian for a start."

"So I bet you have that lovely black silky Asian pubic hair."

"Oh my god, you can't say that. What are you doing to me? As I told you, I had a good Catholic upbringing with all the guilt that goes with anything enjoyable."

"Is it enjoyable?"

She didn't answer. She just pushed her ass back a little against my hand. I slipped it deeper into her panties. My fingers curved around her body. I wasn't touching her but I had to have been getting close to the back of her pussy. I pushed a little further, curled a finger up and slid it into her.

She groaned and her legs almost collapsed. She fell against me but I held her up as she regained her balance. She was extremely wet and slippery. I slid my finger around a little inside her but since she was still in her pants and panties it was a little hard to move.

I pulled my hand out, grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed obediently.

"We can't go on the bed," she said. "This condo has been staged."

I laughed. "Ever the professional realtor."

So I led her over to the mirrored closet doors and lay her down on the thick rug there. I didn't ask permission, I just grabbed either side of her pants and pulled them down to her ankles along with her panties. I would have pulled them off completely but her shoes made that too hard. I thought she might be too embarrassed to suddenly be half naked but, in fact, her legs seemed to fall apart naturally and I got the first sight of her pussy.

More surprisingly, it seemed to be her first sight of her own pussy when she glanced in the mirror.

"Gosh I don't think I've ever looked before. Not since I was fourteen or something anyway."

She had a patch of pubic hair above her slit, black of course. It was pretty, like a little bonsai tree. Her outer lips just had a few wisps of hair that obscured little. Her inner lips were like an autumn leaf, light brown in color and sort of spread open. I could see a little moisture seeping between them.

She looked obscene lying there, fully clothed from the waist up, her pants around her ankles, her feet pressed together and her thighs spread wide showing her pussy like she was deliberately exhibiting it to me. Or maybe she was.

I put my hand on her belly and let it slip down through her sparse pubes to the top of her slit. She watched in the mirror as my hand slid lower. She shivered when my finger vanished out of sight into her vagina.

"I can't decide if that looks sexy or pornographic," she said as I slipped my finger out again, glistening with her juices, and slipped up between her leafy brown lips to the tiny pink pearl nestling between them. Then she let out a long sigh as my finger, ever so lightly, started to rub her clit, barely touching it.

I wanted to kiss her but decided to wait. She might resist. But if I got her to cum she would be incapable of stopping me, unable to resist kissing me back.

I continued to lightly rub her clit. She was whimpering, almost purring like a contented cat. Her eyes were shut now, no longer watching in the mirror. She was lost in her own world of pleasure. We lay like that on the rug for a time. I would rub her clit a little and then let my finger slip down between her labia and inside her to gather a little more moisture to keep her clit well-lubricated. Then I would caress her clit with my fingertip. Her hips were moving slightly, moving her clit against my finger. I'd never seen her cum before of course, but even so I could sense she was close.

Suddenly her body jerked and she groaned. She started to mutter words, it sounded like she was encouraging me but it also sounded like it was probably obscene, but since it was in Tagalog I had no idea what she was saying. Her body was trembling, her hips were making much bigger thrusts. I couldn't keep my finger on her clit so I slipped it inside. Her cunt was rippling with the pleasure of her climax. I finger-fucked her and then I kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth and finding hers. She kissed me back hard. Eventually, she lay back on the rug like a rag doll, her body completely limp, her eyes closed.

I pulled her panties and pants up from her ankles. She lifted her ass up as if in daze and I pulled everything back into place. Finally I did up her zipper. She was fully dressed again. She stood up, looking professional once more.

"This condo is 1200 square feet," she said, completely ignoring that she had been climaxing on the rug just moments before. It was as if it hadn't happened. My cock was rock hard but I knew she wouldn't do anything with it, that would be too active for her. She would let things happen but not do anything to make them happen. It was going to be fun to see just how far I could push her.

She drove me back and dropped me off where I lived. Neither of us said anything about what had happened that afternoon. Left unsaid but seemingly understood was that something more might happen next time.

The next day Loretta took me to see condos on the other side of town in the other area I was potentially interested in living. That day she was wearing something different, a skirt and a blouse that was tight enough to emphasize the swell of her breasts, the breasts that I'd barely had a hint of since I'd never previously seen her without her suit jacket on.

There was definite sexual tension in the car although neither of us said anything. She showed me two or three condos. Then she told me she wanted to show me a condo that had already been sold. At first I wondered why and then I realized. Since it was already sold, it was most unlikely that we'd be disturbed by another realtor.

It was a beautiful condo, on two stories with walls of windows and a view down to the street from the huge living room. There was no furniture in the place. Presumably it had been staged and the staging furniture already removed after the sale.

Loretta stood looking at the view. I came up behind her, reached around and started to unbutton her blouse.

"In front of the window like this? Really?"

"Yes."

"You are insane."

I opened up her blouse. She stood there in full view of the street and let me peel her blouse off her arms leaving her in just her bra. I unclasped it and pushed it off her shoulders leaving her topless. Anyone in the street who looked up had a chance of seeing her. She was really brave not to insist on moving away.

She had medium-sized breasts with pretty dark brown nipples, the color of milk chocolate. I reached up and stroked them. Her nipples instantly went hard. She sighed with pleasure as I started to rub and pinch them. I pressed my hard cock against her ass. She pushed back against me.

I lifted up the back of her skirt and pulled down her panties. They fell to her ankles. I squatted down and lifted up first one foot and then the other and took off her shoes and then slipped her panties off completely. She was only wearing a skirt now.

I thought it would be too much to take her skirt off in front of the window. Too dangerous. Plus she'd probably object anyway and I didn't want to do anything that might stop her letting me do whatever I wanted as long as she didn't have to play an active role.

I kicked her legs apart and pushed her forward. She put her hand on the window frame for balance. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Then I lifted up the back of her skirt again. Now she could feel my cock against her ass, skin against skin. She shivered with anticipation. I knew she didn't want me to ask permission, she just wanted me to take her. I bent my knees so my cock fell between her thighs. Then when I started to straighten them again, the head of my cock nuzzled into the fall leaf of her pussy lips.

"Oh, shit," she sighed as I continued to straighten my legs and my knob entered her cunt. "You are big. I've only had Asians before."

She was very tight but also very wet. I started to fuck her gently, gradually working my shaft into her as she stood half-naked in front of the window. Anyone who looked up would see her topless, with her legs spread and me behind her. It wouldn't be hard to guess what we were doing. Finally my entire cock was buried inside her and my belly was pressed against her ass.

"Can I take my clothes off?" I whispered in her ear.

"No," she said surprisingly firmly. "I don't want to be involved."

I laughed. "You are involved."

"No, it is just happening to me. But I'm not going to...you know...do anything back."

I laughed again. "You are going to be my half-girlfriend. One way."

"I don't even want to see it. Too much. You have to stay behind me so I don't have to look."

I reached around her body and let my hand slip down across her stomach again, under the waistband of her skirt, through the silky fronds of her bush and into the deep furrow of her cleft. She drew a sharp breath when my fingertip found her clit.

"Oh yes, just there," she sighed.

I started to fuck her, long slow strokes in and out of her cunt. At the same time I lightly rubbed her hard little clit. She moved her feet further apart so that my cock went even deeper into her body. I looked down and inspected the tight little asterisk of her asshole, wondering if she had ever been taken there, wondering if her letting me do what I wanted to her extended to that particular entrance. I licked my finger and reached down and rubbed her asshole. She squirmed a little so I guessed she hadn't been touched there much, if at all. But she said nothing and so I continued to rub her asshole and worked the very tip of my finger into the tight ring of muscle.

I knew she was getting close. So was I but, of course, I wanted to satisfy her first. In any case, having my cock inside a woman who is cumming is often so exciting it takes me over the top, it is like they are milking my cock with their cunt the way it can squeeze so tight.

"Cum for me," I said quietly as I sensed she was on the cusp of orgasm.

"Yes...don't stop," she said.

I rubbed her clit a little harder and felt her cunt clutch my cock hard. Her legs almost collapsed and I was virtually holding her body up with my cock. I could sense how her body was flooding with pleasure. She was muttering in Tagalog again, so I had no idea what she was saying. But I kept fucking her and fingering her. I grabbed her hips firmly and I started to fuck her harder and faster. Her Tagalog got louder and sounded nastier. Then I was cumming too, pumping her little Filipina pussy full of hot, creamy cum.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as she felt my cock twitching inside her, felt the lubrication change in her vagina as I squirted deep into her body.

We stood there for a moment, still coupled together with my cock starting to get less hard. Then I pulled out of her and zipped myself up so she didn't have to see it. As I had done the day before, she remained silent as I dressed her again.

"Let's go," she said as I did up the final buttons on her blouse, back to being the professional realtor again, as if we hadn't just fucked in full view of the street. That seemed to be the rules. We never talked about it before or after. She never took an active role but she didn't do anything to stop me. She liked to feel my cock inside but didn't want to see it.

I met her several more times. She would call me up and tell me she had a condo to show me. Since I'd already had an offer accepted and was just waiting for escrow to close, I knew she just really wanted sex. But she wasn't going to admit to that. Once in the condo I'd strip her naked. I'd still be fully clothed. She'd be on the floor on all fours. I'd come behind her, unzip and enter her. She'd swear at me in Tagalog as she came. Then I'd dress her and we'd leave as professionally as we had arrived, never so much as saying a word about it.

It was a bit frustrating, I so wanted to get naked, feel her mouth around my cock, press my tongue inside her pussy. But the rules were that it just happened and she didn't even see it happening.

I moved into my new condo. She called me up the next day and said she wanted to bring me a welcoming present. I wondered whether the welcoming present was that she'd let me strip her in my own condo. Or perhaps she would find that too much, too close to active participation.

I let her in. She leaned back against my front door, a bottle of Champagne in one hand. I felt a sense of disappointment that the welcoming present was not her body. She was dressed in a skirt and a blouse. Then, to my amazement I realized I could see the dark circles of her areolas through the white material of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. She was breathing heavily, clearly aroused. She put the Champagne on the floor and pulled up the front of her skirt. She wore no panties either. And she'd shaved for me, her pussy looked so tasty, a deep inviting slit at the base of her belly. She moved her feet apart and rolled her hips forward so I could see her labia, already engorged a little. I knelt on the floor in front of her and pushed my tongue into her crack.

"Oh yes," she whispered as the tip of my tongue found her clit.

She unbuttoned her blouse with one hand as she held her skirt up with the other. The rules had clearly changed. I sat back for a moment and pulled my polo shirt over my head. I started to lick her a little harder, a little more aggressively. She started to moan and let out little words of Tagalog in between.

She was grinding her pussy against my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her opening, tasting the sweetness of her juices, like a ripe fruit. I continued to lick her as I undid my belt, and opened up my pants. I stood up and let them fall down and kicked them away. Immediately she knelt down and took my hard cock into her mouth. She licked my pink cockhead with her tongue as she stroked my shaft with one hand. Her other hand was under her skirt, clearly touching herself. The rules had changed totally, and forever I hoped. I looked down and enjoyed the sight of my cock slipping in and out of my Filipina realtor's mouth. She looked up at me and stared into my eyes.

She pulled her mouth away, but kept a hand on my shaft and kept looking up at me with those submissive eyes.

"I want you to fuck me. Properly," she said.

"Properly?"

"Face to face. Not from behind. Maybe even go on top."

I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. She slid onto the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening with her juice and my saliva, swollen and inviting. I moved up between her legs. She grasped my cock and positioned it in her entrance. I pushed forward and my pink knob slipped into her brown pussy.

I started to move my hips, gradually working my thick cock into her warm, tight cunt. She grunted each time I pushed forward, pressing a little more of my cock inside her. She rocked her hips to meet me on each stroke. Her body gradually relaxed until I could move easily inside her. I started to fuck her hard. I bent down and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and finding hers. I could feel the tension in her body as she started to get close.

I wrapped my arms around her, and rolled onto my back, keeping my cock inside. Now she was straddling me. She sat up and started to raise and lower her hips. I watched as my cock slid in and out of her smoothly shaved pussy. I reached up and rubbed her hard nipples with my thumbs. She sighed with pleasure. She reached down and started to masturbate herself. I think she was doing it to put on a show for me as much as for her own pleasure.

I felt her cunt clamp hard onto my cock and then she was shaking with joy. She fell forward onto me, pressing her breasts onto my chest. I thrust my hips up underneath her, pumping her orgasm to completion.

She lay limply on me for a moment. I just moved my cock slowly back and forth inside her. She sat up again.

"Are you close?" she said.

"Very."

"I want to see it."

"OK. I'll tell you when."

She started to rock her hips again. I wouldn't last very long. She squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles.

"Now," I said.

She lifted herself off me and let my cock fall back against my body. Then she lowered herself so her pussy lips were against it. She continued to rock her hips, masturbating me with her pussy. She looked down, watching intently. A rope of thick white cum shot from my cock up my body.

"Fuck that's hot," she said.

She continued to rock her hips as she gradually emptied my balls onto my belly. Finally she rolled off me and we lay alongside each other on my bed.

"Fuck, I wanted that for so long," she said.

"You could've had me anytime."

"I know. But...you know. I just couldn't bring myself to do anything active. It had to be like it was happening to me in a dream, that it wasn't really me, not really part of my reality."

"So what happened today?"

"I was just going to come over and bring you the Champagne. Maybe let you get me naked as usual. And then I realized how selfish I was being. Taking pleasure from you and giving nothing in return. Being only half a girlfriend for you. So I took my bra and panties off to make sure it would be harder to lose my nerve when I got here. I was shaking with excitement in the car driving over. Knowing what I planned to do."

"It seems like it was a big step for you."

"It was. Somehow when I just let you do me it didn't feel unfaithful. But lying on my back with you inside me, your body pressed against my breasts, kissing me. It feels more like betrayal. Something I really shouldn't be doing."

"So is this a one time event?"

"No way. Now I've done it I will want to do it again. What was it you said? Two boyfriends are much more fun."

The two of us got up and went and had a shower together. Then we got into my bed naked and cuddled each other. My cock was starting to harden and she could feel it against her hairless pussy. She reached down and grasped it and started to stroke me. Then she ducked under the covers and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth close over me. I love the feeling of gradually getting hard inside a woman's mouth.

The afternoon promised to be even more fun that the morning.

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