Simon Jillson: Real estate saleswoman

Judy was heaving and jerking under him, her hips lifting and driving against his thrusts. His pubic arch smashed against hers, pulverizing her clitoris into a patch of fiery pleasure. She clawed at his broad tanned back, kicked his muscular working buttocks with her heels, to spur him deeper, then pushed her feet against the lounge in an attempt to raise her pelvis higher. The rivets and joints of the lounge squealed in protest at the pounding action. The enclosed pool deck rang with the slapping, heaving, panting, gasping, juicy sounds of their linking.

"Aaww, awww, awwww, I'm cum… I'm cum-minggg," Judy gasped. Her athletic young body arched clear off the lounge as she climaxed.

With an animal whoop of pleasure, Steven Shein slammed his cock deep into the straining body under him, and rode out her violent orgasmic bucking. His own cumming was hanging barely out of reach as he brought her off in a gush of juices so copious that they drenched their tangled pubic bushes.

"Aaaahhhh," Judy sighed, her muscles relaxing as her orgasm faded away. She lay limp under Shein, fighting for breath. It wasn't until he began to move again that she realized that he hadn't yet climaxed. She lay on her back, dazed, feeling his huge phallus pistoning and squashing in her fulfilled vagina. She was too exhausted to do anything other than just lie there limp, taking his powerful, demanding thrusts. Then suddenly, she was roaring up that searing slope of pleasure again.

Steven Shein heaved his cock into the lax body under him, pounding his shaft into her. His head nestled in the curve of her neck, he rammed his hungry phallus into her clinging sheath again and again and again. He felt her breasts mash flat against his unforgiving chest, felt her nipples burning into his skin. He was aware of her pubic bush scrubbing against his, her sleek, smooth thighs rubbing against his hard hairy ones. It all added up to an incredible symphony of sexual sensations, a blazing orchestration that was building toward a crashing carnal finale.

He heaved and thrust and felt the fire explode outward from his groin. Ripping pulses of thick semen spattered deep in the heart of Judy Penncroft's body as he poured his load into her. His body knotted and strained as he speared her guts with his spouting tool.

"Aaaaawwww," Judy wailed. She felt limp as an old dishrag as a second orgasm blazed through her. She felt every quiver of the cock convulsing in her vagina and instinctively milked the pulsing, pumping organ with her muscular channel.

Then the pulsing inside her slowly died away, and Judy's pleasure faded. As her lust went away, nausea and disgust at what she had just done filled her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought back tears of shame. Her vagina seemed to snap shut as the man climbed off her, his dripping cock spraying her thighs with their mixed juices. She didn't get up from the lounge until she heard him dive into the water.

On shaking legs, Judy stood up. She felt sweaty, soiled and filthy. For a moment she debated, then decided it would make little difference now. She went to the edge of the pool and executed a smooth, graceful dive into the cool, refreshing water. She swam the length of the pool and back, twisting and turning to cleanse her body of the lust-sweat and cum, then hauled herself out onto the hot deck. After dying herself with Steven Shein's towel, she dressed. Then she took the listing agreement from her purse and filled in the blanks.

Shein stopped swimming. Standing in the shallows, his limp cock looking rippled and strange through the water, he took the agreement and the pen from her. His signature was as bold as his gaze.

"Thanks," he said shortly, handing the signed agreement back to her.

"I'll find my own way out," she responded coolly.

Judy didn't start to shake until she was sitting behind the wheel of the car. Then she leaned forward and rested her head on the cracked steering wheel and shook. Finally she regained her composure.

Now, to make it all worthwhile, she had to get the buyer.

Judy was relieved to find the brokerage office unoccupied. She deliberately left the blinds drawn and re-locked the door so she wouldn't be bothered. A note on her desk told her none of the other agents would be in. With a weary sigh, she sank down on her chair. A sticky, wet coldness in her panties made her shudder. She was oozing thick, gooey cum. Steven Shein's cum.

She decided not to do anything about it. The discomfort seemed a just punishment for her whoring. And that was exactly what it was, she told herself – whoring. She had debased herself, used her body for material gain. It was no better than what she would have had to do if she had kept her job at the bar.

She reminded herself of the reason for what she had done. It had been necessary. It was a matter of life and death. Yes, she had used her body, and yes, she had been unfaithful to her husband. But, it hadn't been her idea, it had been Shein's.

Still, she had done what she had done.

The only thing she could comfort herself with was her ultimate purpose. She had improved Mark's chances of survival. There was an uncomfortable "Catch 22" aura to the situation she found herself in. To save her husband's life, she had to be unfaithful to him. To save her marriage, she had to break her marriage vows.

Judy rubbed her forehead, fighting a headache. She consoled herself with the idea that she wouldn't have to be unfaithful again. Steven Shein had admitted he was eager to sell, that he needed the cash. And she had his signature on the listing agreement, which was binding. In the acres of fine print there were ways he could wriggle out of the agreement, but they weren't simple. He could, of course, reject any of the offers she got on his property, but it wasn't likely he would. Not if, as he said, he really needed the money.

Judy's next task was to convince the potential buyer. The sooner she managed that, the better. Technically, she was an employee of the agency. Technically, the listing agreement and her employment contract bound her to share the listing with the other employees of the agency. She was entitled to the seller's commission, less a percentage to the agency. If someone else found a buyer for Shein's house, they would get the buyer's commission.

Judy needed both commissions. So, it meant breaking the agency's rule. She slipped the listing agreement under a stack of yellow legal pads in the bottom drawer of her desk. Then, instead of filling out one of the five-by-eight cards that went into the central listing file, she reached for the telephone. If she moved juickly enough on arranging the sale, she might get away with it.

If she was found out, she would probably lose her job. She would certainly lose all rights to any commissions from the deal.

"Mr. Andrew McCarter, please," she said to the telephone. "Mr. McCarter, this is Judy Penncroft of the Calder Agency. I believe I have just what you want." She nodded. "It's not exactly what you specified, but I think when you see it, you'll like it." She nodded again. "The seller is asking more, but I'm sure we can talk him down to a million and a half." Patiently, Judy nodded again. "I know, I know that is more than you mentioned – not that much more, though. I'm sure that you'll feel it's worth the extra money. It's an exclusive listing."

"When can you see it?" Judy swore quietly to herself. "I'll have to get back to you about when… Yes, I'm sorry I can't arrange it immediately… The seller insists on an appointment. I'll be right back in touch with you, Mr. McCarter. Thank you."

"Shit!" Judy said loudly after hanging up the receiver. She had completely forgotten to arrange with Shein about showing the house, she had been so flustered when she had left him. Now she was going to have to call him. The last thing she wanted to do was talk with him.