The Secret of Her Sex-cess

I had been looking to buy a house for quite some time. I was pretty successful in sales and marketing with a large firm, and I felt it was time to move from the apartment I'd been in for almost four years, to finally buying something I could own and do whatever I wanted with. I had mentioned this to one of my clients, as we sat at the dining room table of his own new home, discussing a series of radio commercials I was designing for his well known HVAC company.
"I love the layout of this house." I remarked. "I'm looking to buy one myself."
My client, named Branson, nodded and smiled.
"Thanks." he replied. "I had a great real estate agent! She'll be able to set you up with something, I'm sure. She has the fastest sales rate of anyone in the area. If you want to sell a house, she's the one to go to. If you want to buy a house, again, she's the one to go to. You should give her a call, Jack."
"Hmm," I said, my interest piqued, "do you still have her number?"
"Sure do!" Branson said enthusiastically. "In fact, I have a couple of her business cards."
He fished one out of his wallet and handed it to me.
"Here you go, Jack. Her name is Danielle. Give her a call, and give her my name and the reference number on the back of the card. Tell her I referred you. It's important."
"You getting a finder's fee or something?" I inquired.
"Something like that." he remarked with a smile.
"Isn't that rebating?" I mused. "I mean, she sold you the house and then gives you money for each potential client?"
"You can call it whatever you want." Branson replied. "I'm not complaining. Neither will you if she adds you to her referral service."
So on that note, I called her out of sheer curiosity.
"Hello, this is Danielle." a sexy voice greeted me. "How may I help you today?"
"Um, yeah... hi Danielle." I managed to mumble. "My name is Jack, and I'm looking to buy a house. My friend Branson said I should call you."
"Oh yes! He's such a dear. He sends me referrals all the time. We have a great business relationship. What are you looking for?" she asked.
"Something out of the suburbs; maybe rural... three bedrooms and a shady yard. I dunno; I'm not quite sure." I replied. "I'd like a garage too." I added.
"Okay, is this for you or a family?" she queried.
I really didn't see what that had to do with anything, but she was recommended, so I assumed it was part of weeding out different homes.
"Just me." I said casually. "No Mrs. Jack yet."
"I understand. Hmm, I may just have something that works for you." Danielle responded. "It just listed yesterday. It's a split level in the country, with three bedrooms and a garage. Two acre lot with an open front yard and several nice old walnuts and pecans out back. Comes with an outbuilding too, for storage or a small workshop. It's reasonably priced too, and I have exclusive sales rights to it. No one else can show it for thirty days."
I got excited immediately. I had no idea there might be something that fit my needs already on the market.
"What does your schedule look like this week?" she inquired.
"Wednesday is wide open." I said. "Would that work?"
"Hang on a sec, Sweetie." she answered. "I think I have a showing in the afternoon - yes I do - but I could meet you around, say... Eight-ish. Would that be okay?"
"That would be great!" I exclaimed.
Danielle gave me the address, and I arrived about five minutes early on Wednesday morning. To my surprise, she was already there. I parked next to her on the gravel driveway and looked over at her. She was on her phone but gave me a one-handed wiggly fingers wave in response. She had dark hair and looked to be around 27 or so, and pretty attractive. I glanced at the house and was impressed. It was not what I had imagined at all; it was larger than I had expected for a split level, and was shaped like a boomerang, with the garage and bedrooms on the left, while the ground floor wing was on the right.
I heard Danielle's car door open, so I exited my own vehicle. I stared in her in surprise, as I rounded the front of her car. To my astonishment, she was wearing a bathrobe and a pair of slippers! How incredibly unprofessional this was! I rationalized that maybe she was running late or something and didn't want to make me wait, but I was still in need of an explanation. If I showed up at a potential escort bayan client's house in my bathrobe, I'd lose the contract, and most likely my job as well.
"Good morning, Jack!" she said pleasantly. "I'm Danielle. I'm so sorry for my appearance, but I overslept and I didn't want to put you behind. It's so nice to meet you!"
"Um, uh... okay." I managed to stammer. "It's nice to meet you too."
Something about her didn't make any sense. She had overslept, yet she was showered and wearing makeup. She couldn't take an extra few minutes to get dressed? I didn't have time to wonder for long, however.
"I think you'll just love this place!" Danielle exclaimed, as she motioned for me to follow her. "It will fit your needs I think, with enough room for family expansion should you follow that route. Let me show you the yard first, as long as we're already out here."
She certainly had a strange way setting up a sale, but I shrugged and followed her out back. Branson had highly recommended her, and he ran a successful business, so...
"The house sets about a third of the way in, so you have about a half-acre out front." Danielle informed me. "The rest is this gorgeous back yard. You can get a few hundred pounds of nuts from these trees each year if you can keep the squirrels at bay. There are some local markets that will buy them from you. You can make a few extra bucks if you want."
"Cool!" I replied. "Looks good so far. I'd like to see the inside now."
Danielle smiled.
"Will do." she said with a slight purse of her lips. "I think you'll like the inside view even better."
We went back around to the front door, and Danielle opened it. It was already unlocked, so she must have been waiting for me for a while before I arrived. We stepped into the massive living room, and once again, I was impressed. It had a nice fireplace, with wood beams across the ceiling. It was a bit much for a single guy, but it had a lot of potential if I ever had guests or family over, or met that special someone. She closed the door behind us and locked the knob. I wondered about that action too.
Perhaps she was simply afraid of intruders, but then she stepped out of her slippers. We had just been outside, so it was possible she wanted to keep the carpet clean. I was about to ask if I should take my shoes off as well, when she unfastened her robe and let it fall open, revealing a very sexy body. Danielle let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, and stepped out of it, exposing her fully nude body.
"Now, let me show you the inside." she said with a warm smile.
I stared dumbfounded at her for a second, before nodding in silent reply and mindlessly following her.
"I just feel so much more comfortable showing a house in the nude." she sighed. "It makes me feel more at home."
"Is that why you asked if I was alone?" I asked, clearing my throat as my voice cracked.
"Yes. I wouldn't want to show up in my robe and slippers if you had been a couple or a family. That wouldn't be professional, now would it?"
"No, it would not." I agreed, unable to keep my eyes off of her gorgeous nude body. "So... what else do you have to show me?"
"Let's start with the kitchen." she said brightly. "It overlooks the back yard."
She led me to the kitchen, which was a little out of date, but I didn't really care. These new ones with granite tops and smart this and that, just didn't cut it for me. I preferred the old style plastic laminate counter tops, which this house still had. Everything looked original, which was most likely why it was such a good deal.
"This house was built in 1972." she began. "All the framing is rough-sawn, so it's full dimension. It's pretty stout. Copper wiring; no aluminum. Oh, and look at this!"
Danielle bent over so that her tits hung down, and pulled out a very deep drawer.
"A potato bin. Come here and have a look for yourself."
I leaned in and found my face almost up against her amazing tits.
"Looks pretty good, doesn't it?" she chirped.
"Umm, yeah." I replied. "Looks pretty hot- I mean... good."
"On the far end of the living room, are two more rooms." she added. "One is like a den, and the other is a bonus room. It could be used for a study or home office, or a recording studio."
"Or extra guests." I chimed in, as I stood back up.
"That dikmen escort too." Danielle agreed. "Speaking of guests, let me show you the bedrooms. There's no master suite or anything. One is a little bigger for parents, and there is a single full bathroom for all three, along with the one down here. There is also a half bath next to the studio room that was added in the Nineties."
We ascended the short staircase to the upper level, and Danielle showed me the bedrooms one by one. All had ample closet space, but upon entering the room in the back corner, I was surprised to see an inflatable mattress with a blanket draped over it, and a scented candle burning nearby.
"What's this?" I asked in surprise.
"The next part of your showing." Danielle said in a quiet and alluring voice. "I know you're a bit tense, seeing me fully nude and all, so I'd like to give you a nice massage to help you relax. Would you like that, Jack?"
I nodded in reply.
"Go ahead and take your clothes off too, then." she instructed.
I did as I was told, and laid face down on the mattress. Danielle began rubbing my neck and shoulders, relaxing the muscles and working her way down to my back.
"Mmm, feel good?" she whispered in my ear.
I sighed deeply and nodded.
She continued for almost thirty minutes, massaging every part of my body; back and front. Needless to say, while I was on my back, I was staring directly at her dangling tits the entire time, and I had a raging hard on.
"There." she said softly. "You're all relaxed now, except for that nice, big cock of yours. It looks awfully tense, Jack. Would you like me to help your dick relax too?"
"Please." I said quietly. "I'd like that."
Danielle gripped my penis firmly and slowly began jerking me off. I moaned in pleasure as she made me feel so damned good. Suddenly, she stopped and smiled.
"I'd like to thank you for allowing me the opportunity to show you this house today." she said, as I wondered what the catch was.
I was assuming I was going to have to pay for the rest of the hand job or finish it off myself, but I was mistaken. She leaned down and engulfed my cock in her warm, wet mouth, and proceeded to slide her lips up and down the shaft of my dick, sucking my penis exquisitely. It felt so damned good! I sighed deeply and ejaculated in her mouth, as spurt after spurt of my warm, thick semen filled it. Danielle took the entire load in her mouth and swallowed it like a pro, which I was beginning to realize she probably was.
She sat up and smiled at me; licking her lips and pressing her tongue against the roof of her wonderful mouth. I reached up and put my hands on her firm tits; squeezing them gently for several seconds. She allowed me to squeeze them for about ten seconds before gently pulling my hands away.
"Mmm, that's enough for now." she said with a smile. "Like I said, that was a 'thank-you' for allowing me to show you this wonderful house, which I happen to think is perfect for you. Do you like this house, Jack?"
"Yes, I like it a lot." I replied. "The price is right too."
"Good!" Danielle exclaimed. "Then let me explain how my sales system works."
She blew out the candle and stared intently at me.
"I sucked your dick today as a way to break the ice, so to speak. If you decide to buy this house, I'll let you fuck me." she said bluntly. "That's how it works. Would you like to fuck me, Jack?"
"I would." I replied, my head spinning at what I was myself getting into.
"As soon as the closing goes through, you can fuck me." she continued. "Any position you want. That's the deal. Now assuming you like that deal, just as your friend Branson did, you can be part of my sales team. Every referral you send me, gets you three hours with me. If I close on that deal, you get two more sessions, plus a nice dinner at Angie's Surf'n'Turf, with each one. Interested?"
I sure as hell was! No wonder Branson was so vague, yet eager to set me up with her. The lucky bastard was going to get to fuck her three times, plus getting two free dinners on top of it! Prime rib and sex? I was all ears.
"I am." I responded as coolly as I could.
"Think you can get me referrals?" she inquired.
"I'm in sales and marketing." I said with a smile. "That's how I met Branson. I do all of his commercials; ankara otele gelen escort you know, 'you'll be toasty at your place tonight. You'll be toasty in your place, that's right. Call Mr. Furnace!'"
Danielle laughed.
"Well I sure picked the right guy this time!" she said with a smile. "Branson gets me some sales, and so do a lot of others, but they're not regular. Don't get me wrong; they all add up, which is why I'm so successful, but you might be the guy who puts me over the top."
"If I do, then I want bonuses." I countered. "What's your average referral rate for each guy?"
"Two, maybe three per year." she admitted. "Branson gets me five or six. Like I said though, they add up."
"Sporadically," I agreed, "but I'll bet you I can get you that many or more, every month. I'm talking forty or more sales a year from my referrals alone. You might just have to move in with me to handle it all."
Danielle smiled.
"We'll see, Mr. Big-shot." she said doubtfully. "Everyone says that when they first come on board though."
"And how many of them deal with most of the companies and politicians in this town on a regular basis?" I inquired. "How many of them routinely work with all of the radio and TV stations, and all of their employees, because of commercials? I know everyone."
It suddenly dawned on Danielle that I was the one she was looking for. I had access to tons of people; many of them single guys, because of my unique position.
"Are you going to buy this house?" she asked pointedly.
"I am, and not just because I want to fuck you, because I'll send a bunch of people your way," I replied, "but because you also found exactly what I was looking for. You have a gift for finding that special place, but you lack the ability to draw people in on your own. That's why you've been successful; using other people to your benefit.
"I'm fine with that; using me to benefit yourself, but I think we can partner up and make this even better. I can be your entire sales and marketing team all by myself. Imagine the sales pyramid I could create for us."
"Us?" Danielle inquired with the same tone of doubt in her voice as before. "You lost me."
"I'm talking a business proposal." I explained. "Right now, you work for an agency who takes a chunk of your commission. I'm telling you that I can generate so much business, that you can become your own agency and hire others to give you their chunks. Why don't you give me a shot?"
"I am." she replied. "I'm offering you the opportunity to give me referrals. Get me five this month, and we'll talk about your idea. Until then, you're just talking out of your ass like everyone else."
"Fair enough." I responded. "I can understand your trepidation. People talk shit all the time. I'll bet you that I'll be fucking you even before this sale closes, though."
"Yeah, right!" Danielle laughed. "Tell you what, let's make it a real bet. You win, and you get me for an entire weekend. You lose, and you STILL buy this house, but with no sexual rewards."
I looked at her and smiled.
"Deal!"
I stood up and put my clothes back on. Danielle was by this time, back on her feet as well, and I approached her. I reached out and squeezed her perky tits firmly.
"I'll being seeing you again really soon, Danielle." I said confidently
"If you can do what you say, you can call me Danni." she said softly. "I really hope you can too, because I really like you."
"I like you too, Danni," I replied, "and I'm looking forward to seeing you again this weekend, so don't make any plans."
I kissed her gently on the mouth and smiled.
"You'll have an appointment set by Friday night."
I returned to my car and plugged into my Bluetooth as I pulled out of the driveway. The phone rang a few times before someone finally answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey there, Randy!" I said exuberantly. "It's Jack. Are you still looking to get out of that townhouse you're in?"
"Yeah, Bro!" he replied. "Why?"
"I found this really good realtor." I responded. "She found the perfect house for me. I'm going to close on it in a few weeks, and I told her I thought you might need a good agent to sell that thing for you. She can probably find you a new place too."
"No shit?!" Randy burst out. "Two for one? Hell yeah! You got her number?"
"I most certainly do." I answered, grinning from ear to ear as I accelerated up the winding country road. "Give her a call right now. I know for a fact she isn't busy at the moment, and tell her you want to set up an appointment. Oh, and make sure you tell her that you realize that she's going to be tied up this weekend. She'll understand."