Chapter 6

Jessica gave her sexy co-worker her full attention as they drove to keep an appointment with the real estate prospect, a Mr. Jerry Benson.

John had talked with the man a couple weeks before. Now she and Nick were going for a tour of the property and to finalize the details.

She was thrilled to be a part of the experience. Even more, she liked being with the agency's tall blonde realtor. Nick was apparently finding it just as pleasant having her to himself for the afternoon.

As she sat next to him on the supple suede-covered seat, Nick rested a hand on the inner curve of her thigh, exposed as her short skirt rode up. He looked over at her, grinned, then returned his attention to his driving.

She squirmed a little as the heat of his hand triggered a matching heat deep in her pussy.

"Urn, shouldn't you keep both hands on the wheel?" she asked, more than a little breathless.

Nick grinned again. "No sweat, honey. I'm in control. . . always."

His hand very gently massaged the firm inside flesh of her thigh, a sensual caress that promised much. Jessica fervently hoped the drive to Benson's place would take a long, long time.

She knew they wouldn't have the time for a real fuck, because their appointment was in fifteen minutes. In an effort to stem the rising tide of her arousal, she began to question Nick about the property they'd be seeing.

"It's so plush, at least from the description John gave," she said. "And didn't he say something about having a prospective buyer just waiting in the wings?"

"It's more than plush," Nick chuckled, knowing exactly what she was doing with this conversation. "And there is a party that's very, very interested with the prestige of the place...the snob hill address and sophisticated symbol it represents. More interested in that than the place itself."

"So this will really be a choice deal, right?"

"If we get it."

"What do you mean, if?" she asked. "Isn't our trip today merely a formality?"

"No way, Jessie. The guy's been talking with Prescott Realty too. He just hasn't made a decision about which firm to go with yet. Right now, I'd say we're running neck-and-neck with Prescott...and so far, that old fox hasn't pulled any of his famous tricks. Surely he won't, not with the stakes this high."

"Tricks?"

"Oh, the bastard's pulled some dillies on us in the past," Nick said grimly, his fingers clenching automatically against her thigh.

"But. . . what could he do to mess up a deal?"

"Any number of things, all of them underhanded...and damned close to illegal. Say we have this client all but sewn up, ready to list his property with us. Then we bring buyers in to view it. Here's what could happen...and has happened, Jess. Prescott hires some pest control truck to park near the property, either right next door, or across the street. Just sitting there."

"So?"

"So, the buyers see it, and you can almost watch the gears click in their heads...bugs, termites! And that close! Scratch that deal."

"That's terrible!"

Nick grimaced. "Or, he hires a bunch of hot-rodding kids to race up and down the street in what we're assuring the buyers is a nice, quiet neighborhood. Hell, he's even hired people to wander around a neighborhood looking like winos or bums. Or set up a sweet-looking old lady to just happen to walk by and start chatting with the prospective buyers, casually giving out some carefully concocted story to upset them and change their minds about buying."

He shook his head. "The sellers drop us...Prescott comes on the scene, gets them to list with him, and trots out his waiting buyers."

Jessica gave a shiver. The more she heard about Roy Prescott the more he frightened her. Yet she couldn't deny that he also had something that excited her just as much. There was a certain sensual fascination with such a powerful man.

"Anyway, don't go letting that get to you," Nick advised. "Give Mr. Benson your full attention. And I do mean your full attention."

She looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"

He gave her leg a sexy squeeze, letting his long strong fingers linger at the edge of her panties. "Jerry goes crazy over hot women like you...having you along could just seal the deal for us."

Jessica was a little uncertain of exactly what he was asking of her. She looked at him with the unspoken question in her eyes.

"Just be yourself," Nick smiled. "Whatever feels right, go with it."

As he spoke he turned into a long, winding driveway. Jessica took a quick look around and was impressed.

Acres of smooth emerald lawn surrounded them, dotted with clusters of flowers, shrubbery, statues, plus the distant turquoise gleam of a swimming pool. The driveway circled in front of a gorgeous Colonial home. It was huge, and beautifully landscaped.

When Jessica asked Nick the price they could expect to sell it for, his answer made her whistle.

"Oh, but it's worth it," she breathed, "and more."

Nick chuckled and said, "Okay, honey, let's get to work."

Jessica noticed two things immediately with her first look at Jerry Benson. He looked like the stereotyped image of a truck driver...big, brawny, a massive stud in faded denim. The second thing she noticed was his huge hard-on!

Hastily averting her gaze, she met Jerry's eyes.

That he'd noticed her scrutiny was obvious. His own look silently communicated his lusty interest in her.

After casual introductions were made, Jerry led Nick and Jessica on a brief tour of his home. She tried to be coolly sophisticated about the whole matter, but the breathtaking beauty of some of the rooms made her gasp aloud.

They returned to the formal living room, and for awhile, Nick and Jerry discussed the features of the property that prospective buyers would be most impressed with. Jessica jumped as Nick suddenly turned to her.

"I need time to work out some details, Jessie. Why don't you go with Mr. Benson to the kitchen area again for a more detailed appraisal. The woman's point of view, you know."

Jessica hesitated, seeing the wicked glint in Nick's eyes. Jerry stood at once.

"Let's leave the man to his figuring, doll," Jerry chuckled. "Guess there's still a thing or two you haven't seen around here. I'd sure like to show you, too."

Jessica admitted to herself that she wouldn't exactly mind a little flirtation with the brawny man, so she gave Nick a knowing look and followed Jerry from the room.

As they entered the huge foyer, Jerry slipped an arm around her waist, letting his wide hand slide along the curve of her ass as he did so. The muscles of her butt flexed spasmodically at the exciting caress, and she felt a flush of desire.

Once he had guided her into the spacious, lavish kitchen, Jerry intended wasting no time in showing off the many conveniences of the room. Instead, he backed her against a counter and molded his thick body against hers.

Almost savagely, he covered her mouth, thrusting his long thick tongue into her warm throat.

Jessica trembled against him, then gave into the passion racing along her nerve endings. Her darting tongue met his, thrusting, searching, testing.

His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, and he ground his mammoth cock against her pussy. She moaned, savoring the insistent thrust of his king-size prick.

Feverishly, Jerry pulled at the thin material of her top, tugging it from the waistband of her skirt. In moments, he opened the buttons.

Deftly he scooped the fleshy melons of her tits out of the bra, while continuing to tongue-fuck her mouth in a way that made her blood pound and her head spin.

His big, slightly rough hands rubbed and squeezed her passion-swollen jugs, forcing a wild lewd response from the horny receptionist. The lumpy stiff nubs of her nipples speared his palms, demanding his attention.

Jerry's big fingers answered the unspoken plea. He captured the plump peaks of her tits. His fervent fondling of her sensitive nipples made waves of erotic longing crash inside her body.

Her tit tips grew longer and harder, pulsing with arousal from the big man's passionate caresses. She continued to curl her tongue around his, forceful, thrusting. Their meshed mouths made wet, slurping sounds.

She whimpered her disappointment when Jerry ended the deep, horny kiss. Then she gave a sigh of bliss when she felt his wet mouth move down to tease and taste the fat buds of her nipples.

"Sweet Jesus, doll," Jerry grunted. "Your tits taste so fuckin' good."

"Don't stop, Jerry." She arched against him. "Keep on sucking my titties. Oh, it feels wonderful."

"I could eat you all day," he growled happily. "Yes.. . oh, good God, yes." Jerry sucked at the rubbery tips of first one tit then the other, dividing his caresses equally. Her thick nipples seemed alive, twitching and pulsing with lust.

"Oooohhhhh, nice...the way you suck my tits," she whispered huskily, licking her lips.

His teeth closed around the turgid peak, and he nipped it gently. Shooting sparks of ecstasy radiated from her tit tip, and she quivered expectantly, wanting more and more of his lusty caresses.

She moaned, and her hand came up, pushing her boob against his moving mouth. She fed him her tit, urging him to devour it.

Jerry complied, hungrily sucking and biting and licking the flesh of her jug and the tender tip of her nipple. Then he moved to cover her other tit and give it the same oral caress.

Turned on more and more, Jessica let her hands stray to the huge cock bulge pressing against her belly. She fumbled at his trousers, and shoved her hand inside, searching for his naked rock-hard prick.

"Aaahhh," she sighed as her moving fingers closed around the meaty shaft of his surging cock. "God, your dick's big."

Jerry grunted his pleasure at her surprised comment, and kept on gnawing and licking at the aching stubs of her nipples.

Jessica's busy fingers confirmed her first, amazed discovery. Although her fingers were long and slim, she couldn't close her hand around the thickness of the man's prick, and that fact excited her almost beyond control.

Her face flushed and her body shuddered as she imagined the fierce fucking his huge cock would provide in her needy pussy. She wondered if her cunt could even accommodate the big man's massive meat, but that sobering thought didn't stop her determination to find out. She was so hot, so horny she felt like she could explode.

"God, stick your prick in me," she pleaded, her hands busily pumping his huge cock shaft. "Give your dick to me. Fuck me now."

She pulled on Jerry's swollen cock, holding it against the steamy hump of her pussy. She could feel the molten heat of his prick right through the thin fabric of her skirt and panties. Jessica pushed and rubbed his throbbing dick back and forth against her cloth-covered cunt, moaning steadily.

"Dammit, fuck me," she wailed. Her legs were shaking, and she could barely stand.

"Horny little thing," Jerry grunted, though he was pleased.

Jessica's obvious wantonness was getting to him. In furious motion, he pushed up her skirt, letting the material bunch at her waist. His huge hands lightly traced the outline of her tiny bikini panties before nudging the thin strip of nylon down over her sleek hips.

As her panties slid down to tangle at her ankles, Jessica stepped out of them and pushed them aside, eager to have the wet warmth of her pussy plundered by the giant cock she clasped in her fingers.

Jerry took a few moments to relish the sight of her soft, golden cunt and the way her swollen pussy lips peeped out so invitingly. The fleshy folds of her slit looked warm and wet and dewy-soft, begging to be fucked.

Jessica squealed when she felt Jerry slide his hand along her hot pussy. As his moving hand aroused her even more, she paled, then flushed violently. Her cunt was churning with frustrated need, and Jerry's probing fingers only made her cunt-itch worse.

She sighed in relief when his thick fingers closed around her throbbing clit. The sensation his groping caused rocketed through her.

"I need your cock so badly," she gasped, humping against his hand. "God, how I need to be fucked."

Jerry squeezed Jessica's horny little clit stub, thoroughly enjoying her steamy excitement.

She really is one hot bitch, he thought. He got off on the way she kept begging him for his cock. His fingers tweaked and massaged the sensitive lump of her clit and he felt her humid cream oozing out faster and faster, coating his hand.

Eyes closed, head thrown back, Jessica leaned against the counter and humped her passionate cunt against his hand. She kept her hand wrapped around his cock, pumping her clenched fist up and down.

She was incredibly aroused by the brawny man, and her only thought was climbing to the glorious release of climax.

"Mmmmm, do it, do it," she moaned, fucking herself against his clit-clenching fingers.

"You hot fucker," Jerry growled, captivated by her total abandonment.

She twisted and writhed sensually, deliriously. Arching her hips, she silently pleaded for his fingers to ease the tension in her fiery hot pussy.

"Doll, you've got the hottest pussy going," Jerry panted. "Your cunt feels like a furnace. Damn, it's so fuckin' wet too."

He gave a lusty groan. "Man, the way you're jackin' my dick makes me want to shoot off right now."

"No, noooo," she wailed.

"Don't worry, doll," he assured her, "I ain't shooting my load of jizz in a dry hump like some goddam teenager. My cum's gonna go right where it should...right up your fuck-hole."

As he spoke, Jerry smoothly reversed his hold on her clit to plunge his thick fingers up the seething tunnel of her cunt hole. Jessica gasped, her hips jerking and tremors rippling along her body.

He stuffed her pussy ferociously, cramming his fingers in the heated depths of her cunt, pumping in and out in a building tempo. Thick streams of cunt cream flooded out, soaking his hand with sticky wetness.

His hand beat a harsh, raw rhythm against her mound as he fucked his fingers in and out.

Jessica's senses were reeling from the savage assault on her young cunt. She felt her passion boil and bubble, higher and higher, until her molten lust erupted.

She stiffened, her cunt clenching his fingers lewdly, as the orgasmic ripples began. Reaching down with the hand not clasped around his pulsing prick, she grabbed his hand, shoving it hard against her heaving pussy.

"Now, now...oh, shit, now," she wailed.

Jerry felt the swift tremors rocking through her pussy and the way her cunt flexed and sucked at his fingers. Her drenched, meaty pussy seemed to try to totally swallow his fingers and hand, and he sucked in the wild musky scent of her cunt juice.

Now, he thought, now he could sink his aching cock in her sweet young pussy.

"Jessica! Jess? We've got to get going."

Her eyes flew open, and she saw the look of rage and frustration on Jerry's sweaty face. An animal fury filled his features as he realized his own needs were doomed to remain unfulfilled.

Cursing violently, he released Jessica and turned away to straighten his clothes. She swayed, still hazy from her explosive climax.

Hearing Nick call out again, closer this time, she hurriedly smoothed down her skirt and straightened her bra and top. Then, realizing she wore no panties, she looked around, but couldn't see where she'd kicked them.

She was still staring around at the floor, dimly aware of Jerry's furious pacing, when Nick walked into the kitchen.

Jessica looked up and saw at a glance that he knew very well what he was interrupted. He looked pleased.

Jerry, however, was far from pleased, and let the young realtor know it. "What's so fuckin' important that you had to rush out here?" he rasped.

A look of bland innocence settled over Nick's face as he answered the angry man.

"Sorry, sir. I just wondered why it was taking so long. I'm afraid we have another appointment."

He seemed to flounder, then, at the black look of rage given him by Jerry, said, "We, uh...we do have to be going. But I assure you, Jessica and I will be back to go over those details, and I'm sure we'll be able to stay much longer then."

"Don't bother."

Nick and Jessica both stared at the stocky, angry man. As Nick started to speak, Jerry interrupted harshly.

"I'm listing with Prescott," he growled with malicious pleasure. "So don't bother coming back. I'm sure I'll get better. . . service elsewhere!"

Jessica waited until Nick drove the car out of the estate's winding driveway before snapping at him.

"You blew it, you really fucking blew it! Wait till John hears about this!"

"How'd I know the old fucker would react like that?" Nick whined sullenly.

"What did you expect? You all but offer me to him on a silver platter with that blatant order for me to go off with him like that. I went along with it

-the guy's not unattractive-and I do know how important this sale is. Was, rather."

"Jesus, John's gonna kill me," Nick groaned.

"So, off to toddle to the kitchen, and Jerry gets right down to action, getting me hot and bothered along the way. I got off, but all he got was left high and dry by your untimely arrival."

"Don't you think I know that, Jess? Shit, I was just outside the doorway, listening. I moved in right at that moment deliberately."

"But why, Nick?"

"Oh, God...I thought if we left him hanging, you know...just give him a sample, he'd be super anxious to sign with us. I mean, it was obvious he was crazy over you."

"Cute. Real cute," Jessica snipped. "That makes me feel really great. Am I to be bait...a snack...for every horny prospective client, then?"

"Come off it, Jess," Nick snapped back. "Don't act so outraged. You didn't have to go with him, not really, and you know it. Unless you're a terrific actress, you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself."

Jessica glared at him, started to make a cutting retort, then paused. Nick looked over at her and caught a tiny smile tugging at her full soft lips. As she noticed his look she started giggling.

"You're right, I did like it," she laughed. "And I wanted more. But, Nick, oh Lord, what're we going to tell John?"

He grimaced. "How about temporary insanity?"

Their frivolity evaporated as they pulled into the company's parking lot. John's car was there, and they looked at each other unhappily.

"Well, guess I'd better get it over with," Nick sighed.

Back behind her desk, Jessica gave Nick a weak smile as he walked on back to John's office, stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Nervous at the thought of her boss's anger perhaps being directed at her as well, she busily got to work on some letters. In what seemed like only minutes, the harsh sound of raised voices filtered through the thick closed door to John's office. Jessica gulped and winced at the angry sound of the voices, though she couldn't make out any of the words.

The telephone rang, and she picked it up, answering automatically, "Graham Real Estate...may I help you?"

"Only if you'll let me fuck my cock in that sweet little cunt of yours."

Jessica gasped, and the voice in the phone chuckled sexily. "Roy Prescott here."

"What do you want?" she asked rudely, shaken by the images his sexy question had aroused in her.

He chuckled again. "You. You know that. However, this call is really to thank you."

She frowned. "Why?"

"Jerry Benson just called me," the realtor said smoothly. "Seems he wasn't at all happy with the meeting your people had with him. So unhappy, in fact, he's decided to sign with us. So, my pet, I thank you...and do pass it on to your boss."

Jessica fumed, but stubbornly remained silent.

"Nothing to say, sweet? Ah well, no matter. Tell me, Jessica, have you thought over my offer? For a job, that is?"

"The answer is still no," she said bluntly.

"I'm a patient man," Roy Prescott answered calmly. "At least, up to a point. The Benson property foul-up should convince you that you're a passenger on a sinking ship. Why not abandon ship, my pet, and sail with me?"

"I'd rather walk the plank," she retorted grimly, mocking his use of nautical terms.

She could almost see his supremely confident smile as he said, "We'll see. I'll be talking to you again."

As she slowly replaced the receiver, Jessica was once more aware of the loud voices coming from John's office. With a sigh of relief, she saw that it was quitting time. Thankfully, she gathered her things and almost ran from the office.

As Jessica let herself into her apartment, she was aware of a sense of depression, uneasiness. She realized it was disappointment.

She'd been looking forward to some heavy fucking with the big, brawny client.

Her eyes lit up as an idea popped into her head.

Without hesitating, she looked up a number and tapped out the numbers.

"Jerry? It's Jessica Bradley." She sensed his next move and rapidly added, "Don't hang up...please."

"I've already talked to Prescott Realty," he growled. "Roy's coming by to have the papers signed tomorrow morning."

"I don't give a damn who you list your property with," she said quickly and fervently, crossing her fingers.

"What?" He sounded suspicious.

She spoke without really thinking, and realized what she was saying was the truth, even though she did hope the man would reconsider.

"What I'm interested in is finishing what we started this afternoon. God, Jerry, you've got a cock that makes me drool. I didn't get nearly enough of it before that asshole interrupted us."

There was silence, and she trembled as she waited to hear what Jerry would say. Finally speaking, his voice was hoarse.

"You mean that? Your boss didn't put you up to this?"

"Jerry, my boss doesn't even know I'm talking to you." That, at least, was the truth.

"You want my cock bad, huh?"

She swallowed, her mouth dry, and knew how much she truly wanted it. The texture of his big cock, how it had felt in her hand came back to her in a passion-igniting Hash.

"Yes," she whispered huskily.

There was a gloating quality in Jerry's voice as he pressed her. "What? I didn't hear you."

"Yes. . . yes! I want your cock!"

"Get over here," he growled, and hung up.