R Finch: The saleslady_s pitch

Marilyn Summers desperately needed a sale. In the six weeks she'd worked for Thomas Realty, she hadn't been able to sell even one house. Her husband Derek was out of work, they were a month behind the rent, and the finance company kept calling every day about the car payments. In addition, there was barely food enough left in the apartment for the two of them to eat.

Understandably then, the thought of losing her job – and all the money she knew she'd eventually make – terrified her. Marilyn was in fact, ready to try just about anything if it meant making a sale.

"Take your time looking around," Marilyn said sweetly, brushing a stray wisp of blonde hair away from her forehead. "I'm sure you'll like what you see, Mr. Blandings."

She stood in the living room of a vacant, but furnished house she was showing, looking young and pretty and sexy in a light summer dress. The silky fabric of the dress hugged her in all the right places, accentuating the firm roundness of her jiggling tits and pert ass. Her slender legs, deeply tanned, were smooth and shapely.

"The furniture goes with the house," Marilyn added helpfully.

"It's all very nice," her prospective customer nodded with a polite smile. A widowed business executive in his forties, balding and of slight build, he began looking though the house. "It might be just what I'm looking for."

Marilyn dutifully followed Mr. Blandings from room to room.

"Gosh, what a gigantic bed!" She giggled like a schoolgirl when they stood in the master bedroom. She batted her huge green eye seductively at the man. "Isn't it just perfect?"

"It's certainly a big bed," Mr. Blandings agreed. He seemed somewhat nervous at being alone with such an alluring young woman, his manner decidedly self-conscious.

"I just love a big bed," Marilyn giggled again. "Just seeing one gives me wicked thoughts."

She bent over to pick a loose thread from the thick carpet, the hem of her dress riding up in the back right to the very edge of her lacy panties. She had no doubt that Mr. Blandings stared at the backs of her bare brown thighs, and she made sure he got a good look. Then she straightened with a bright smile.

A quick glance at the throbbing bulge in the front of the man's pants told Marilyn her action hadn't been wasted.

"Don't you just love the house?" she asked, plopping herself down on the edge of the huge bed. She spread her knees just enough to let the man see straight up between her tanned thighs. "Don't you just love it?"

Mr. Blandings coughed awkwardly and said, "It's a beautiful house. It really is." His eyes stayed riveted on the slender blonde's crotch.

Lying back on her elbows, Marilyn spread her knees still wider. She smiled invitingly at Mr. Blandings.

"Come on and see how comfortable this bed is," she said, patting the spot next to her.

Nervously, the man crossed the room to the big bed and sat down next to Marilyn. He gave Marilyn a shy smile. He was obviously unused to having such a pretty girl pay so much attention to him.

Marilyn said boldly, "I'd do anything to sell this house Mr. Blandings. Anything."

And she suddenly pressed the palm of her hand against his crotch. She felt his already stiffening cock stiffen even more with a quick jerk.

"Wow, have you got a hard on!" The pretty girl smiled with approval.

He watched without a word as Marilyn slowly pulled down his zipper.

"You might as well get comfortable," she suggested quietly, at the same time reaching into his fly and taking his hard prick in her hand. She squeezed, felt him tremble. "Why don't you take off your coat and tie?"

"Good idea," he stammered, nodding. Quickly shedding his sports coat and tie, the man then slid his arms eagerly around the young teenagers waist.

Marilyn kissed him full on the mouth, her pink tongue slithering into his mouth and probing warmly. She pressed the length of her vibrant body to his, the heat growing between them as they kissed.

"I've been dying to grab your tits all day!" he breathed hotly, his fingers quickly undoing the buttons that went all the way down the front of Marilyn's dress. "Christ, what a body you have!"

Still holding tightly onto the man's twitching cock, Marilyn lay with the front of her dress open and all of her charms exposed to his eye. Her bare tits were high and firm, her large nipples dark and already swollen with anticipation. The filmy crotch of her panties was soaked with her slick juices, her plump hairy cunt clearly visible through the gauze-like fabric.

"Get me good and hot!" Marilyn said huskily, giving his rigid cock a squeeze. "Get me really hot, then fuck my brains out!"

"I can't believe this is happening," he laughed nervously, his hands roaming feverishly. He caressed and explored the young teenagers gentle hollows and curves, touching and squeezing her with sweaty palms.

Trembling, she sucked her breath in with a sharp little groan when his hands lit on her bare tits. She shivered, then shivered again when he began pulling at her ripe nipples with his fingertips. She unbuckled his belt, then managed to pull his pants and shorts down.

She stared at his upright cock, her juices flowing just at the sight of it. His prick was huge, a jutting stiff rod of thick meat with a bulbous cap of red at the end. It throbbed wildly.

"I want to finger your pussy," the man said with a tremor in his voice. A moment later, he had Marilyn's panties down around her ankles. "Spread your legs more."

The slick lips of Marilyn's pink cunt parted wetly when she spread her legs, the lush odor of her sex strong in the air. The bushy mat of her cunt-hair was matted back, the deep slash of her snatch glistening with oily moisture.

Mr. Blandings slid one hand up the inside of Marilyn's damp thigh, inching his way up until his fingers touched the young teenager's quivering snatch.

"Oh!" Marilyn sighed, swallowing hard. "My cunt's tingling like mad!"

He eased two fingers into the trembling girl's dripping snatch, probing up into her with his fingertips until she was gasping with delight. Then, first slowly and then gradually quicker, he began sliding his fingers in and out of her tight cunt.

"That's it," the supple-bodied blonde groaned, her thighs tensing. "I love the way your fingers feel in my cunt! Push them deeper! Deeper! Ohh! It feels so good!"

With his two fingers still exploring the sugary sweetness of Marilyn's slippery cunt, Mr. Blandings used his thumb to massage and squeeze the tiny nub of her tingling clit. He pressed it and toyed with it until she was squirming around uncontrollably.

"Christ, your pussy's wet!" he panted excitedly, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Your cunt keeps sucking at my fingers!"

Marilyn giggled lewdly. "Put your dick in me, and my cunt'll suck at that too. I'm plenty hot enough now. Fuck me."

Marilyn kicked her panties away from where they dangled around her ankles, then pulled him on top of her. With her dress pulled open in the front, she wiggled her bare ass around, then held her throbbing snatch up to the man.

Using his hand to guide his stiffened cock, Mr. Blandings wedged just the tip of it into Marilyn's tight cunt. He pushed forward with his hips, sliding his thick prick into her slowly and making her gasp with wanton pleasure.

"God, you've got a big dick!" the pert young blonde groaned. She braced her feet on the floor and raised her hips slightly higher. "It's filling me right up! Uhhh! Shove it deeper! Shove your cock all the way up my cunt!"

The man's thick cock slowly inched into Marilyn's wetly-gripping snatch, gutting her with throbbing hardness. She squirmed wildly, clutching at his back with both hands and making tiny moaning sounds. Her nails dug through his shirt and into his flesh.