Real Estate Agent's Anal Creampie Deal

The late sun laid long bars of light across the empty twenty-eighth floor. Cassidy turned from the glass, heels clicking, and faced the four men who had come up with her. She was twenty-eight. The blouse clung where she breathed, and the pencil skirt held her hips so tightly that walking felt like a private negotiation.

"Open plan through here," she said. "Fourteen-foot ceilings. Fiber to every column. Private freight elevator to the dock, and the garage is negotiable if you take the building."

Lionel, thirty-five, stood nearest in a charcoal suit, broad through the shoulders. His eyes followed her arm down to her waist instead of the columns. "Most agents just wave at the view."

"I like closing," Cassidy said.

Fabian, thirty-two, leaned on a glass partition, tie loose, smile slow. "You always dress like that for a walkthrough?"

"I dress for clients who can write the check." She didn't soften it. "Four of you. I wanted to look like the deal was worth winning."

Owen, thirty-eight, laughed low. His watch caught the light, and his gaze stayed on her legs. "It's working." Derek, forty, the tallest, salt just touching his temples, said nothing yet. When she turned to show the conference alcove, his attention sat hot on the back of her neck.

Cassidy laughed, low in her throat, and didn't break eye contact with him. "Flirt all you want. I charge commission, not for the view of my legs. Unless you decide you want both." The line landed. She saw it in the way Lionel's stance shifted and in the way Derek's mouth went still.

She stopped at the west windows and let the light hit her. "Reception here. Clients see the skyline before they see your logo. The floor plate is twenty-two thousand square feet, column-free through the middle, so you can build whatever ego the firm requires." Lionel's mouth twitched. Fabian didn't bother hiding where he was looking. Cassidy met his eyes and slowly smoothed a hand down her own hip, as if the skirt needed adjusting. "If you're wondering whether I notice," she said, "I do. And I don't mind." Derek's voice came quiet. "Good." Owen stepped closer than the tour required. "Then keep talking. We're not in a hurry." She wasn't either. Not anymore.

She walked them through square footage and cap rates with her hips doing half the talking. Owen asked if the floors were as hard as they looked. Derek asked if she always toured buildings this size alone. She said she preferred it. Lionel held a door and his palm found the small of her back. She leaned into it, brief and deliberate, then kept going.

At the executive suite she pushed the double doors open on a long boardroom table and a wall of glass. The flirtation had thickened into something she could taste. They wanted more than the property. She wanted them to take it.

She shut the doors. The latch clicked, soft and final, and the suite went quiet except for the low hum of the building.

"No furniture but the table," she said. "Security isn't live until closing. Nobody else is on this floor." She set her folder down and turned, the edge of the table at her back. "You've been staring at my ass since the elevator. I'm not offended. I'm wet."

Lionel's mouth curved. "Say what you want."

"The price is firm. I won't pretend the seller will budge, and I won't waste the hour on a dance none of us cares about." She took the hem of her skirt in both hands and drew it up. The fabric climbed her thighs, then higher, until it bunched at her waist. Nothing underneath. No panties. Just bare skin, a neat strip of hair, and the cleft of her ass when she shifted her weight and let them see. "I left them off on purpose."

Fabian swore, soft and filthy.

"Here's the offer," Cassidy said. Her voice stayed steady. Her pulse did not. "All four of you. You take turns fucking my ass. Each of you comes inside me. Creampies, one after another, until I'm leaking on this floor. You sign the purchase agreement before you walk out. I leave with the commission and your cum in me. Everyone gets what they came for."

She looked at them one by one. Lionel. Fabian. Owen. Derek. "I'm offering because I want it. Not because I have to. If anyone wants out, say it now and we go back to cap rates. If you're in, I want all four. Mouth, hands, cocks. My ass is how we close."

Lionel crossed the space and set his palm on her bare hip, thumb stroking just above the curve of her ass. "We're in." He glanced at the others. Fabian was already working his belt. Owen nodded once. Derek's voice came low and sure. "All four. In your ass. We finish inside you."

"Yes," she said. "That's the deal. I want every drop."

She dropped to her knees. The skirt stayed rucked at her waist, cool air on her cunt and her ass. She opened Lionel's zipper and drew him out, thick and hot in her hand, already swelling. She stroked him from base to tip, slow, then took him into her mouth, tongue flat, lips wet and tight. He groaned and rested a hand in her hair, holding, not forcing.

She pulled off with a slick sound and turned to Fabian. Longer, a slight curve. She licked the underside, then sucked him deep enough to feel him at the back of her throat. Owen stepped in on her left. She kept her fist working Fabian and opened for Owen, who was heavy and clean-tasting, filling her mouth until her jaw ached in a way she liked. Derek waited with his cock in his fist, watching her cheeks hollow, watching spit shine on her chin.

She rotated. Derek next, slow and thorough, her tongue tracing the vein while her hands brought Lionel and Fabian back to full hardness. Then Owen again, deeper. Then Lionel, until her eyes watered and she moaned around him so they would hear how much she wanted this. Four cocks, all of them flushed and rigid, tips wet, and she was the one who had made them that way. Her own arousal slid down her inner thigh. She was ready. More than ready.

"Table," Lionel said, rough. "Bend over it."

Cassidy rose, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled like a woman who had already won. "Who's first?"

She bent over the boardroom table, forearms on the cool wood, ass pushed back, skirt bunched at her waist. Lionel stepped in behind her. His belt hit the floor. His hands spread her cheeks, and the blunt head of his cock pressed against her asshole. Slick had already run down from her cunt. She reached back and opened herself wider.

"Go on," she said. "Deep. Don't tease me."

He pushed. The stretch burned bright, a thick pressure that stole her breath. She bore down until the head popped inside, and the burn flared into fullness. Lionel groaned and sank in, slow and relentless, until his hips met her ass and she was stuffed so full her toes curled in her heels. One broad hand settled on her lower back.

"Fuck. You're tight."

"Move. Pound me. I didn't offer gentle."

He drew back and drove in. The table creaked. Her breasts pressed flat through the blouse, nipples hard against the wood, and every thrust shoved a raw sound out of her. The city sat bright beyond the glass and none of it mattered. All she could feel was the drag of him leaving her and the blunt shove coming back, her asshole gripping, her clit slick under her fingers. She wanted the first load so badly her thighs shook. Lionel fucked her ass hard and deep, doggy-style, hips snapping, the wet clap of skin filling the suite. She rubbed her clit in rough circles, chasing the heat. He was thick enough to make her feel split and she wanted more of it.

Fabian stepped to the side of the table and tapped his cock against her lips. She opened and took him, sucking while Lionel pounded her, the rhythm knocking her forward onto Fabian's length. The taste of them mixed on her tongue, salt and skin, and she hollowed her cheeks like she was starving for it. Owen and Derek stood close, stroking themselves, watching her asshole grip Lionel each time he pulled back to the crown and sank in again.

Lionel's pace broke. His fingers dug into her hips. "I'm going to come. In your ass. First load."

"Do it," she gasped around Fabian. "Fill me. First creampie. I want to feel it."

He buried himself and came. Thick pulses, hot cum flooding her ass, each spurt a heavy throb she felt deep inside. He stayed seated until the last twitch, then pulled out slow. Cum followed in a warm trickle, spilling over her hole and sliding toward her cunt. She moaned at the loss, empty and already aching to be filled again.

"Fabian. Now. Don't let it drip out."

He gripped her hips and pushed into her used hole, the slide filthy and easy with Lionel's load. He thrust fast, shorter strokes that slapped her ass, and she cried out at the wet squelch of cum being fucked back into her. Owen stepped up to her mouth. She sucked him while Fabian hammered her, one hand braced on the table, the other working her clit. Derek watched white smear around Fabian's shaft every time he drew back.

"Already dripping," Fabian said, "and I'm not done." He fucked her harder. Cassidy pushed back, greedy for the second load. When he came he hauled her onto his cock and held her there, grinding deep, emptying into her ass in long hot spurts. The second creampie sat hot inside the first. She could feel them mixing when she clenched, a filthy fullness that made her grin against Owen's cock. She felt the added heat, her hole clutching, and the orgasm hit sharp and shaking. She moaned around him, coming while Fabian pumped the last of himself into her.

He pulled out. More cum ran down her thighs. Her asshole gaped, pink and shining, then tightened and pushed another trickle free.

"Owen. Your turn. Rough. Stretch me."

He sank into her stretched ass in one long push, groaning at the soaked heat of two loads. Deep, eager strokes, hands spreading her cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into the mess. The sound was obscene, cum squelching. Derek moved to her mouth. She took him sloppily, spit shining on her lips, while Owen pounded her and the table rocked.

They switched. Owen pulled out, still hard and gleaming, and Derek took her ass while she opened for Owen again. Derek was thicker. The stretch made her whimper, and he fucked her rough and steady, one hand in her hair, holding her for Owen's cock. Her knees threatened to buckle. She locked them and took it, blouse damp at the collar, heels planted, ass presented like the incentive she had promised. She loved the rotation, the way one cock left her ass shining and another pushed the cum back where she wanted it, the way her mouth never stayed empty for long. Rough, eager, exactly the closing she had pictured when she left the panties in her apartment drawer that morning. She moaned for more. Told them not to stop. Told them her ass was theirs until they were empty.

"Owen, back in," she panted. "Finish in my ass. Third creampie. Don't waste it."

He shoved back into her and fucked her with short desperate strokes. Another orgasm built fast. She came as he buried himself and unloaded, a heavy third flood pumping into her already full ass. Three loads, and her ass was a slick, open thing, cum smeared over her cheeks and his cock and the edge of the table where her hips had knocked it. It overflowed, running out around him and down her thighs, and she shook through it, pushing back for every drop.

Derek was on her the moment Owen pulled out, cock nudging her sloppy hole, thickness pushing the mess back in. "Last one. You still want it?"

"Yes." The word came out wrecked and certain. "Fuck my ass and creampie me. All four. I want to feel you come."

He drove in. Her hole was soft and used and still clutched at him, and he fucked her like he had waited the whole tour to do it. Deep, rough strokes that slapped cum onto the floor. Sweat slid down her spine. She could feel all of them in the ache, in the slippery heat, in the way her body opened and kept opening. The other three stood around the table, spent and watching, while Cassidy begged, voice breaking, telling him harder. Wet sounds, the clap of his hips, her moans, the creak of the table.

He lasted. Every thrust shoved more cum out of her and more need up her spine. She came again, clenching so hard he swore, and that finished him. Derek slammed deep and came, the fourth creampie, thick and hot, pulsing into the mess the others had left. He ground through it until she was trembling, stuffed full, dripping in earnest.

When he pulled out, she couldn't hold it. Cum poured from her in a slow stream, four loads mixed, sliding over her cunt and down both thighs to the floor. She stayed bent, breathing hard, ass red from their hands, the suite thick with sex and her perfume.

Cassidy pushed herself upright on shaky legs. Cum leaked steadily down her thighs, warm and thick, painting glossy lines toward her knees. She didn't wipe it away. She tugged the skirt down over the mess, smoothed her blouse with hands that still trembled, and turned to face them with a smile that was all satisfaction.

"Agreement's in the folder," she said. Her voice was rough and pleased. "Sign it. All four signature lines. I'll witness."

They did. Lionel first, then Fabian, Owen, Derek, cocks tucked away, suits straightened, eyes still on the shine drying on her inner thighs. She signed beneath them, dated it, and handed them the signed purchase agreement, the copy that made the building theirs.

"Deal's closed," she said. "To everyone's complete satisfaction."

Derek looked at the glass and the floor they had just bought. "It is."

Lionel folded the papers and smiled like a man who had gotten more than he paid for. Fabian was still staring at her ass under the skirt. Owen laughed. "Best closing I've sat through."

Cassidy picked up her folder and felt another slow trickle slip down her leg. She didn't mind. While they admired the skyline that was now theirs, she was already scheming. Next Thursday, two blocks over, a smaller floor with a lockable conference room and buyers just as hungry. Same skirt. No panties. She would walk them through the numbers until the air went thick, then bend over another table and take every creampie they had to give. She was already choosing the blouse that unbuttoned fastest.

She met Lionel's eyes and let the smile turn private. "If you want a tour of the annex," she said, "call me. I close the same way."