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Real Estate Emmanuel had only been a realtor for four months and she was getting frustrated. She had always considered herself a self-f motivator, but this was hard. Every day she tried to sell herself but to do that she had to spend a lot of money on looking good. Formerly a swimsuit model, she was fit and beautiful. Once a month, she would get a full beauty treatment at the spa and treat herself to a new designer suit. Now, the modeling money was running out and though she looked great, she was starting to get disheartened. After all, her looks had just gotten her a job with one of the most successful real estate firms. Everyone knew it. She had to prove herself or she would get fired. Today she was going to sell 144 Cambridge Estate. It was her listing at no small feat, she came baring cleavage and long legs and ended up giving the owner of the mini mansion a blowjob in the foyer on a Tuesday afternoon. It was worth it if she could sell the half a million-dollar home. She had a couple and a single entrepreneur coming to tour the home today. She dressed professional but kept her silk blouse tucked in tight to show off her tiny waist and deep cleavage. She wore a single string of pearls and wore her hair up with long strands falling around her face. Her skirt hugged her well-shaped bottom and she wore four-inch pumps that made her legs seem endless. The couple was a hard sell. He seemed quite taken with the property but his portly and shrill wife was obviously jealous of Emmanuel and found fault with everything, annoying and embarrassing her husband. They had prequalified and it seemed to suit their lifestyle, but the women could not seem to get past the fact that her husband’s eyes swayed to the pearl necklace and then below, not once or twice but with every chance he got. The second was an older man, quite distinguished and thankfully single. Emmanuel pulled out the big guns, turning on the charm and flirting wickedly with her eyes. Any objections he had concerning property she addressed professionally with a ‘I’d certainly be interested in a man who lived in a house like this kind of air.’ She walked ahead of him up the staircase. He watched her valentine shaped ass swish back and forth as she moved, the fabric riding up just a little with each step. He was made aware that she wore stockings instead of pantyhose by a sensuous gleam of tanned thigh peeping below the hem of her skirt and a stretch of black garter. The man expressed interest and said that he may be interested in seeing the property again before deciding on what he would like to do. Emmanuel turned to him and looked directly in his eyes. "What would it take for me to sell you this house right now?" He stammered and turned red. She looked down at his pants and he was erect. "It is perfect for you, after all." She let down her hair and it tumbled down her back. The man gulped. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She spread her legs and shifted her hips slightly and suggestively. She pulled him towards her and kissed him. He kissed back and rubbed her bare ass cheeks. He found the slight silk fabric of her panties and tugged at them. She wiggled form them and turned around. He felt up her firm tits from behind and drew up her skirt, revealing the mounds of her ass with the black garters stretched across the fleshy curves. She could hear him groan. She heard the man unzip himself and she readied herself against the empty white wall. "It’s a deal? You’ll buy the house?" "Oh yes, baby. I’ll buy the house.," he panted. She turned and pointed towards the contract hanging from her purse. "Just sign right there." HE did quickly and slipped his cock deep with in her pussy. Soon, he was painting her legs with his cum. "You are a damn fine agent," the man said. ‘I just enjoy my job",
Emmanuel said. She was celebrating her first sale inwardly. She knew she
had the stuff the job was made of!
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