Date: Tue, 4 May 2021 17:05:14 +0000 (UTC) From: J J Subject: The King of Lindsey Heights Chapter 1 and 2 Codes: Pros, MF, M/tg TITLE: The King of Lindsey Heights Chapter 1 SUMMARY: Jimmy Turner is divorced and starting his life over. Jimmy is an all-purpose perv, enjoying sex with women, boys, girls, and trans. CHAPTER 1 - STORY CODES: MF, oral, prost, slow The house was small and neat, with a fence for privacy in the backyard, a large two-car garage, and reasonably sized rooms - just the right thing for a single older gentleman. I'd looked at several places, had a couple false starts on houses I thought were better, but I kept coming back to look at this one. The neighborhood was decent, and the previous owners had done some nice work updating the place to sell it. I agreed to meet my realtor, Jeanie Sims, there to go through it again prior to making a final decision. I was waiting in the driveway next to my Mustang when she pulled up. "Hey, Jimmy," she called as she stepped out of her car, her smile beaming. She was a good salesman, and knew her presentation was as important to the sale as the house was. She was always tastefully dressed, upbeat without being obnoxious, and pleasant in all circumstances. At 5'9" she was the same height as me, with a slender figure that I knew she toned up with regular visits to a gym. "Hi, Jeanie," I said, stepping forward to shake her hand, "Shall we take one more look?" "Let's do it," she answered, and walked to the door with the little electronic device that unlocked the key safe. She got the door open in a minute, and we stepped inside. I turned on a few lights and we began wandering the rooms. I was moving from an apartment, so the fact that many of the appliances came with the house was a good thing. We talked about setting up an independent inspection, admired the newly installed wood floors, and noted that they could have done a little better job painting the master bedroom. "Okay," I said finally, "I want this one. What do you think I can get it for?" The sellers had set up a dining table and chairs in the breakfast nook, with plates and glasses to make it look ready for a meal, part of the "presentation" for sales purposes, and we settled at the table. Jeanie brought out the sales sheet for the house from a bag she carried, along with the "comps", recent sales figures for comparable houses in the same area. The comps were all at about the same price the seller was asking, but the market had taken a definite dive in the past 6 months, and I thought I could get a bargain. Besides, the house had sat vacant for 4 months, and I figured the sellers would be getting antsy. I said, "How about we low-ball them, offer $20K less than they're asking, and see what they do?" "I don't think you're going to get that," Jeanie said, "Maybe we should stay closer to the asking price." I was a little disappointed that I had to coach my own realtor on her job, but I continued. "Well, make it clear that I'm serious, but think that the market justifies a lower price. Tell their realtor we're open to a counteroffer." Jeanie remained skeptical, but agreed to give it a try. She said she'd work up the offer at her office and send it to me electronically for signature. We walked back out to our cars and shook hands again. I watched her walk back to her car, noting the way her tight little ass swayed in that skirt. She got into her Camry and started it up, and I got into the Mustang. Jeanie was cute, near me in age, sweet, and a very nice piece. She was also divorced, as was I. If you're looking for divorced women to fuck, real estate is a very good hunting ground. So far I'd kept physical contact to handshakes, wanting to be as businesslike as possible. After all, as my realtor she was my employee - I was paying her to find me a house and negotiate the sale. Softhearted as I am, I've always found it difficult to give stern direction to someone I was fucking. If we managed this sale, I planned to change that relationship to something much more intimate. I daydreamed about the possibilities there as I cranked up the Mustang and headed back to my apartment. Those slender legs would feel good wrapped around my waist. Her well-chosen perfume would definitely add to the sensation of nuzzling her neck while slamming my cock into her. I wondered if she shaved her pussy. Those thoughts quickly went from the big head to the little head. I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans. I thought about going back to the empty apartment and jerking off, but that just wouldn't do. I needed something more. I took a cell phone out of the glovebox and dialed a number from memory as I drove. After a few rings, a woman answered. "Hi, Nora, It's Bob," I said, "Who's working tonight?" Nora reeled off a few names, and I asked, "I'm in the car, is Eva available in about 15 minutes?" Yes, I am a first class pervert, with the phone number of an escort service memorized, and an operator there who knows me. Nora said that Eva was free right now, and I could meet her at her apartment. "Tell her I'm on my way, would you please?" I asked. Nora promised she'd call as soon as we hung up, so we said a quick goodbye and I turned the car to head deeper into the city. I used the name "Bob" with them. I was sure all the girls used fake names, why shouldn't I? It was really kind of silly, but it felt like a little protection. I've always been a pervert. I don't know how much of my hobby my ex ever really knew about, but I'm sure she suspected. It hadn't been a part of the divorce discussion, especially after I started receiving anonymous notes telling me my wife was having an affair and naming my competition, but I think it was part of her decision not to try to patch things up. About 20 minutes later I pulled into Eva's apartment complex and found a parking space out of sight of her windows. More games, but keeping this separate from the rest of my life seemed an objective worth pursuing. Even the phone I used was a cheap throwaway bought at a convenience store, untraceable to me - my pervert line. I knocked on Eva's door, and my cock began to swell again, this time in anticipation of Eva's lips sucking it deep into her mouth. Eva came to the door, checked me out through the peephole, and let me in. She was dressed in a big terrycloth robe, having just stepped out of the shower. The service insisted on the girls being fresh for their customers. I wouldn't have it any other way. Little Eva stood on tiptoes to kiss me, her robe falling open to reveal her considerable charms. Only 5'1", she was broad at the hips and mounted a lovely pair of D-cup tits up top. Her skin felt moist against me, still warm from the steaming shower. Sliding my hands under the robe, I cupped her meaty ass and pulled her to me as I kissed her back, our tongues meeting and touching between our open mouths. She broke the kiss and smiled up at me as she ground her belly against my erection. "Good to see you, Bob, how long can you stay?" "Not too long, babe, I still have some business to do tonight. I just stopped off to cure a hormone overload," I said. Good whore that she was, Eva understood I was just in for a quickie. I'd seen her a number of times before, and, though she was a sweet girl, she knew it was a business, and the customer was always right. "Well, then, let's take care of that right away," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me to her bedroom. The room was a bit messy, but the sheets were fresh. Next to the bed on one side was a makeup table with a disorganized collection of lipsticks, lotions, and bottles I couldn't identify if I tried. On the other side was a bedside table with drawers I knew to be "office" supplies. In the top drawer were the standard condoms and lubricants. On some longer visits she had surprised and impressed me with the collection of toys in the bottom drawer. I knew we'd go there again, but tonight it was just a quick fuck. Eva dropped her robe to the floor and sat on the bed. Smiling up at me again, she said, "Let's see what I can do for you, sweet thing," in her best southern drawl. I knew Eva was from Tennessee, but the accent thickened for dramatic affect when she was working. She quickly and expertly unbuckled my belt and had my jeans and briefs at my ankles in no time. While I slipped my polo shirt off over my head, she slipped my cock into the pleasure pit just under her nose. It had been semi-erect when I came through the door, had stiffened further with her grinding in the entryway, but now it sprang to full attention under her skilled tongue. While she worked wonders on my favorite organ, I kicked out of my loafers and pants. I picked up one foot at a time to pull my socks off. Fucking with my socks on always seemed tawdry, like old porno pictures. Bending over, I cupped Eva's rounded tits while she worked her magic on my prick. She gripped the shaft with one hand, cupped my balls with the other, and used her hand and mouth to fuck my cock. I gently played with her nipples, watching them harden, pulling on them with thumb and forefinger. "Love your mouth, Eva babe," I said, "Next time I'll stay longer and put my first load in there." Eva moaned quietly on my cock. Yes, this was a paid transaction, but the girl definitely enjoyed her sex. Even when she didn't, she knew that acting like she did was part of the show. Ready now, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. With her eyes locked on mine she smiled up at me and slid back up the bed. She lay on her back and pulled her thighs up against her chest, opening her cunt to me. Without looking she opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing the package open with her teeth. I knelt with my thighs against her ass and she worked the condom onto my cock, stroking its hardness, teasing me more with her hand, as she slipped it all the way down to my balls. Reaching back into the drawer, she brought out a small bottle of lube and squirted a little into her hand. Once again she caressed my steely erection as she lubricated me for the pleasures to come. When we had more time, I liked to play with Eva's wonderful little cunt, teasing it and fingering it until natural lubrication was enough to do the job. Skilled as she was, she knew to provide a replacement when the john just wanted a fuck-and-go. "Now let's have some fun, sweet thing," she drawled. I moved into missionary position, and she took things in hand, guiding my cock to the sweet opening between her thighs, rubbing the head between her labia to spread some lube around, then putting her hands on my hips and pulling me to her. Her head went back and her eyes closed as my shaft sank into her. Every inch was tight, every motion a delicious agony as I sank deeper into her. John Holmes I ain't, but nobody's ever complained that my 7" cock was too short or too thin. The lube was just enough to make everything work without destroying the pleasure of friction, and it took me a few strokes to get it all the way in. I had shaved my genitals a few days before, and after those strokes I felt the stubble on my balls pressing against her ass. "MMMmmm," she moaned, "Now gimme that good fuckin'" Her hands were on my ass now, pulling me into her as I began to thrust. She rocked her hips up at me, grinding every millimeter of cock I had deep into her pussy. I lay on top of her, those pillowy tits pressed against my chest while I fucked my cock deep into her. I nuzzled her neck, smelling her fresh perfume, while her hips moved under me. I reached around to cup one of her ass cheeks, feeling the muscle underneath the softness. Reaching into her crack I teased her asshole with a fingertip. "Maybe next time we'll go around the world again," I whispered in her ear. She giggled and kissed my cheek. I changed my motion, taking long slow strokes, almost pulling out, then easing my full length back into her. At the bottom of each thrust I ground my pelvis against her clit. Just because I was in a hurry was no reason to be selfish. One of Eva's hands on my ass slid between my asscheeks and returned the favor, teasing my back door. "Maybe next time I'll get my toys out again," she whispered, and we both giggled. I sat up, resting my weight on my ass, sliding my knees alongside her hips. I continued fucking long and slow. Reaching up, I played with her nipples with one hand, sliding the other between us to flick at her clit with my thumb. She reacted, and I felt the muscles inside her squeeze down on my cock. We both moaned, almost in harmony, which caused us to share a smile. I was getting close, and while I liked it when she came with me, it wasn't a requirement today. My hands on her thighs, I lifted her legs until her calves were on my shoulders. Holding her ass in my hands, I started pounding hard and fast into her tight cunt. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Bob. Gimme some cum! I might do it with you!" she said in a hiss, her teeth clenched as she worked her vaginal muscles on my cock. I closed my eyes, my whole existence centered in the joining of organs between her legs, and fucked her as hard as I could. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, my soft moans, and her little southern voice hissing, almost in a whisper, "Yes, yesssss, fuck, yessssssssss!" Finally I could stand no more, and slammed against her as the first spurt of cum filled the condom. Her cunt clenched harder, and I felt her squeezing out a small cum. Backing off, I slammed hard into her again, then again, as following hot jets left my cock. Finally I was finished, and fell forward onto her body, catching my weight on my elbows, as I kissed her mouth again. "Oh, that was nice, sweetie," she purred. I rested a moment, then rolled off her onto my back. Eva got out of bed and hustled into the bathroom. I heard water running for a minute, then she came back to me with a warm wet pink washcloth in one hand and some tissues in the other. She wrapped the tissue around the condom and gently slid it off my softening rod, then cleaned my genitals softly but thoroughly with the washcloth. When she finished she went back into the bathroom to attend to her own toilette while I dressed. When she came back out she retrieved her robe from the floor and slipped it over her nakedness. I let her see me placing some cash on top of her dresser. She knew she didn't need to count it and that there would be a pleasant tip on top of the standard fare for the ride. Standing in front of her I puffed out my chest, then pounded it with my fists. Raising my hands over my head I said, "I am a man again! Thank you, woman!" She laughed and gave me a "silly boy" look, then put her arm around my waist and walked me to the door. While she unbolted it, I bent down and kissed the top of her head. "Next time, baby, I'm gonna make you scream," I said. She gave me that look again and slapped me on the ass as I went out the door. I walked back around the corner to the car and got in. Any adult who happened to be looking would have understood the smile on my face. I backed out, put it in first and eased out of the apartment complex, not wanting to attract attention. When I got on the street I floored it and the turbo kicked in, pushing me back in the seat. The quick fuck had been more than pleasant, Eva had made me very happy as usual. Now I had a house to buy, and the celebratory fuck of a tall, good-looking realtor to plan. TITLE: The King of Lindsey Heights, SUMMARY: Jimmy Turner is divorced and starting his life over. Chapter 2: STORY CODES: M/tg I went back to the apartment and made some dinner while I waited for Jeanie to send me the documents to sign. The apartment was okay, but I was looking forward to the space and peace afforded by my own house. A full kitchen would be nice to work with, and my image of the cute little blonde that lived in the apartment above mine was ruined by hearing her flush her toilet several times each day. Dinner was simple, a couple pork chops with rice and broccoli, then I settled into the living room and fired up the computer and television. The setup was a 50" flat screen connected to the computer and cable, so I could sit in my lounge chair with a wireless mouse and keyboard flipping back and forth between the net and TV programs. I checked my e-mail, and Jeanie had been on the ball - the offer on the house was there for me to sign. She had written it per my instructions, and I digitally signed the documents and sent them back to her. Leaving that public e-mail open, I started checking my more private e-mail accounts. A couple I had met with before for a threesome had sent a note asking when we might get together again, and I replied that I would be busy with the new house purchase for a while, but we could get together when that was done. He liked to suck cock, and she liked to watch. I got a great blowjob out of it, and it was fun watching her rub herself while he sucked me. I checked my Tumblr page, reposting some pictures of cute young girls from blogs I followed, and enjoying the shemale pics a follower had posted to his blog. While I was posting, there was a light tapping on my door. I recognized the knock, and called, "Come in, Bobbi." The door opened and Bobbi came in and sat on the floor next to my chair. His real name was Robert, but he preferred Bobbi. He was 13, about 5'2" with a willowy slender figure. He had long hair that could be shaped in a feminine manner when he brushed it right. He watched what I was doing on the screen for a few minutes. "Oh, I like that one," he said, remarking on one of the teenage girls whose picture I was was posting, a cute little brunette with very small tits and a figure not unlike his own. She was wearing lace panties and matching thigh-high stockings, smiling at the camera. "Can I stay for a while?" he asked. Knowing what he had in mind, I said, "Sure, but I'm doing some business tonight, and have to stay close to the computer." "Okay!" Bobbi said, excitement in his voice, and trotted off to the bedroom. I had a drawer in my dresser he used to keep some "special" things, and I looked forward to his return. My thoughts turned back to the first time I'd met Bobbi, a year before, right after I'd moved into the apartment. I'd been working in the garage, the Mustang up on jacks while I installed stiffer sway bars to tighten up the ride. I didn't know anyone had come in until I heard a little voice say, "Hello." Looking out from flat on my back under the car, I could only see a pair of slender legs and feet clad in simple flip-flops. "Hi," I called back, "Who's that?" A young boy crouched down so I could see him. He was wearing baggy shorts and a tank top, and had a mop of brown hair swept over one eye. "I'm Bobbi," he said with a smile. "I like your car." "Thanks," I said, "I really enjoy it. You like cars?" I went back to tightening the fitting I'd been working on. "Kind of," he answered. "I really don't know anything about them, but I like the way yours looks, and I know I like men who like cars." I looked at him again, and he smiled at me. His glance went from my face down to my groin and back again. Bold little bastard, I thought. "Want to help me with this?" I asked. He crawled under the car next to me, very close by my side, and asked, "What can I do?" "Here, hold this bracket right here while I bolt it in place," I said. He took hold of the fitting, which didn't really need holding, while I reached down to search for the nuts and bolts I needed. I fitted them in place, then began reaching around for the wrench I needed. "That tool is around here somewhere," I said, my hands searching for it. In my search, I grabbed his thigh right next to his balls, watching for a reaction. "Probably right near there," he said, giggling. I smiled at him. I found the wrench and tightened the bolts. "What's your name?" he asked. "Call me Jimmy," I said. That was the last part that needed to go in, so we crawled out from under the car, and I showed him how to get it down off the jackstands. While we worked, he told me which apartment he lived in, that he lived with his mother, and where he went to school. We put the tools away, then I asked if he wanted to go for a ride. "We need to check out the installation. Would your mom mind if you went for a ride with me?" "No," he said, "she's at work until 6." We got in the car and headed out for a curvy section of road I knew, and I put the SVO through it's paces, feeling the improvements in the suspension. Bobbi liked the feel as we swept through the curves. As I pushed it hard into a corner, he reached over and grabbed my thigh to keep himself from sliding. Coming out of the corner his hand stayed there and I smiled at him. "Time to get home and get cleaned up," I said, and headed back to the apartment. We put the car in the garage and walked up to my apartment. As we walked in, I stripped my t-shirt off over my head and Bobbi's gaze took in my chest. "Is your mom going to be mad at you for getting so dirty?" I asked, pointing to the garage-floor dirt on his tank top and shorts. "Maybe," he said. "These should probably be washed." "This way," I said, leading him into the bathroom, where the washer and dryer were. I threw my t-shirt into the washer, and started skinning off my jeans. "We can wash your clothes too." Bobbi stripped the tank top off, revealing a hairless little chest. I was out of my jeans, down to my low-rise briefs. He hesitated a second while he looked at me, doubt showing on his face, then unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and I admired the purple lace panties he wore. His head hung, waiting for my reaction. I stepped close to him and put my hands on his waist. "Very pretty," I said softly. He looked up at me and the smile returned to his face. "They're my mom's," he said, "I like wearing her things." My cock reacted to the sight slowly, growing in my briefs. I knelt down in front of him, put my hands on his slender hips, and kissed the front of the panties. "Sexy," I said, again very softly. "Let's get this laundry started, then we'll have time for other things." Gathering up his shorts and top from the floor, I put everything in the washer and started it up. We went back into the living room, me in my now-stretched briefs, he in the sexy little panties. "Want to watch a movie?" I said as I turned on the computer and TV. Bobbi nodded and curled up on the couch, his legs under him, like a girl would. When the system was warmed up, I clicked through to a porn site I liked and found a long clip of a young girl with an older man. I started it, then lay back on the couch. Bobbi very obviously thought of himself as a young girl, and the film had the desired effect. As the couple on the screen made out, and her clothes rapidly disappeared, he stretched his body and moved closer to me. His hand came to rest on my thigh, then moved closer to the increasing bulge in my briefs. When the girl on screen stripped off the man's underwear, Bobbi gasped slightly at the size of the man's cock. He looked down at my bulge, then slipped his hand into my shorts and grasped my cock. "I'm kinda new to this," he said, but his hand knew what to do. Raising up, I slipped off my briefs, kicking them aside. Bobbi moaned quietly, his hand continuing to work on my shaft. He lay his head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around him and slid a hand down his back to his hairless slender ass. Onscreen, the girl started sucking the man's cock. I put a hand on the back of Bobbi's head and pressed gently down for a moment, and he took the cue. In a moment I felt the warmth of his mouth as it enveloped the head of my cock. My prick wasn't as big as the one on the screen, but it was big enough for the little "girl" I had today. Bobbi moaned as he tried to take more and more of my shaft in her mouth. I slid my hand under his panties, caressing his ass. He turned a little to allow me better access, and I slid my hand in further to play with his balls. He had a small shaft, hardening as I played with him, but only about 3" long. I stroked him softly with my fingertips, then slid a finger through the crack of his ass to tease his asshole. Bobbi started fucking my cock with his mouth, taking in as much of my 7" as he could with each stroke. I pushed the bottom of his panties aside to reveal his hairless genitals, and continued playing with them. "You're doing really well, for a newbie," I said, "You suck cock like a champ." He stopped for a minute, his hand stroking my shaft, and looked up at me. "Is all this okay?" he asked. "Two things," I answered, "First, this has to be completely secret." He nodded and said, "I swear." I continued, "Second, we won't do anything you're not comfortable with." He smiled at me and went back to sucking me with renewed vigor. Wetting a finger in my mouth, I started pressing it into his ass. Obviously this was a virgin passage, and very tight. He moaned around my cock, jumping slightly as the finger passed through his sphincter. I started fingerfucking his butt while he went crazy on my cock. Very soon I was nearing climax, and I warned him I was going to cum. He stroked my shaft with his hand as his mouth held still, and I pumped a load into him as he sucked and swallowed. I jammed my finger deep into his ass as I came. My hips bucked, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth with each spurt that followed. Bobbi licked the last drops from my cock and lay his head back on my chest, his hand holding my deflating cock. Putting my hand under his chin, I lifted his head and kissed him, tasting my own cum on his lips. "You're a beautiful girl, Bobbi," I said softly. He put his head back on my chest and sighed contentedly. The movie finished, and it was time to move the laundry to the dryer. "Let's get ourselves cleaned up too," I said, and led the way to the bathroom. I put the clothes in the dryer and started it, then started the shower. Being apartment-sized, it wasn't very big, but then neither were we. I stripped Bobbi's panties off and opened the shower curtain for him. I marveled at his body. There was no hair anywhere below his eyebrows. His skin was so soft and perfect. We used the soap to wash, exploring each others bodies as we did. I knelt under the spray to wash Bobbi's genitals, and he quickly got a small hard-on. Rinsing the soap off him, I took his whole little cock in my mouth. His hips pushed forward, pressing it until my lips were against his belly and balls. I used my tongue to caress the thin shaft, and slid a hand underneath to tease his asshole. I held my head still while Bobbi fucked my mouth. Soon he was moaning, his hips jerking. He put his hands on my head as he thrust forward. Soaping a finger, I pushed it deep inside him, and his little load of cum shot into my mouth. He leaned back against the shower wall relaxing. We got out of the shower and I dried his body, then my own. Naked, we went into the kitchen for a soft drink. Bobbi told me his real name was Robert, and that he'd always felt more like a girl than a boy. His mom didn't understand, and didn't approve when she caught him wearing her lingerie. "How 'bout if I get you some things you can keep here," I said, "You can be a boy with your mother, and be a girl over here." He smiled at me, and our relationship began right there. I was checking my e-mail again when Bobbi came back from the bedroom. He was wearing something similar to the girl in the photo he'd admired - lace panties, a matching A-cup bra, and thigh-high stockings. He'd brushed out his hair in a feminine style. He smiled at me and settled on his knees next to my chair. There was a note from Jeanie in my mail. The sellers weren't happy with our low-ball offer, but were preparing a counteroffer. I knew we were in the game, and my strategy was working. I told Jeanie that in a reply, and settled back to wait. Bobbi read the mail as I replied, and said, "How soon are you moving?" rather glumly. "Not for a while yet, and don't worry, we'll still get together." His mom had come to respect our friendship. She liked Bobbi having a male influence in his life. Fortunately for me, she had no idea what sort of influence I was. She just knew Robert was happier and doing better in school. I smiled down at him and caressed his cheek as he smiled up at me. "I'll still be your little girl, right?" he asked. "My best little girl," I said. I put the keyboard aside and Bobbi climbed into my lap and kissed me. With an impish smile he said, "I'll show you the best" and reached down between us to grab my cock through my jeans. We kissed for a while, I played with Bobbi's ass while he opened my jeans and fished out my hardening cock. He stroked the shaft and played with his fingertips on the head of my cock. I got up from my chair, taking him with me, his legs wrapped around my waist. Walking across the room holding him, I lay him on the coffee table on his back, pulling his ass to the edge. "Now I'll show you the best," I said. Over many visits, I had gradually opened Bobbi's virginal little backdoor until he could easily accommodate all of me, using my fingers and a set of buttplugs. I stood up and stripped off my clothes, my hard cock sticking straight out in front of me. From a drawer in the coffee table I produced a bottle of Astroglide. Bobbi reached down and pulled his panties aside, revealing his still-hairless genitals and tight little boy-pussy. He raised his legs until they were almost against his chest, a now-familiar position to him. Getting down on my knees I used the lube to grease his hole and my rod, then placed the head against that wonderful little opening. "Oh, yes, show me the best," he said. Taking his hips in my hands, I began pressing forward, pushing into his narrow little ass. He grunted as the head advanced through his sphincter, then moaned as I slowly slid deeper into him. I retreated and advanced several times, until my balls came to rest on his ass and I was completely buried in his rectum. "Mmmmmmm," was all he could muster in the way of communication. His eyes were closed and his head turned to one side, as I began to fuck his little ass. My one hand was still greasy with lube, and I began to masturbate his cock, kneading it with my hand as I thrust into him. Bobbi held his thighs tightly with his hands, opening himself to my pounding. Soon we were moaning together, both of us concentrating on the pleasure between our legs, the joining of our bodies. The only other sound was the slapping of my belly against the cheeks of his ass. I sped up as my excitement increased. "Yeah, fuck me," Bobbi moaned, and I replied, "Such a wonderful little girl." In all too short a time, I felt Bobbi's cum spurting from his cock through my fingers. That was the final straw for me, and I emptied my balls deep in his rectum. As our breathing returned to normal we disengaged. We kissed as Bobbi got up off the table, and he went off to start the shower. For the sake of discretion, we always bathed before he went home. After a quick shower, Robert reappeared from the bedroom in his boy clothes. A quick hug and a lingering kiss, and he was off to his apartment to do homework. I checked my e-mail, and there was a note from Jeanie. The counter was $10K less than their asking price, plus they would pay closing costs. It worked - I could save about $15,000. I quickly called Jeanie, and when she answered the first thing I said was, "Told you so." "You were right!" she almost yelled. "I'm amazed, but it worked!" I told her to prepare an acceptance of the counteroffer. I figured that if I really haggled, I could get a grand or two more, but it wouldn't be worth the bad feelings that might be generated. I wanted the sale to be a cordial event. Within an hour the electronic documents came to my e-mail. I did a quick digital signature and sent them back, then called Jeanie again. "Thanks for all your work," I told her, "This has gone much more easily than I expected." She gushed a little about it all being part of the job, and I let her go on for a while. "Once we close, we'll have to have a little celebration," I said. "Dinner, maybe?" She paused for a moment, then came back with, "Maybe dinner. Maybe something else." "Hmm, maybe dinner and something else," I said, and heard a small laugh on the other end of the line. In like Flynn, I thought. We talked a little more about the house, then signed off. I spent the rest of the evening reading, then went off to bed about 11. My last thought as I drifted off was, I wonder if Jeanie shaves her pussy?