Gia Vandetti in The Realtor

Gia Vandetti grips the wheel, blouse buttoned, skirt riding up. A call rings through. "Get there. Sign them. Fuck the husband if you have to." Samantha hangs up without waiting for an answer. Gia knocks. The door swings open and a man, myself, Luke Longly, stands there. She launches straight in. "I’m the realtor. Three bedrooms, two baths, kitchen’s brand new." Her voice trembles when she begs for the signature. I hesitate, mention my step-mom’s not home. Her fingers work down the blouse, white cotton parting until the scarlet bra stares at me. She steps out of the skirt, pushes the bra straps off her shoulders. Breasts tumble free—full, heavy, the skin stretched taut. Panties drop next, and she looks me dead in the eye. "Whatever it takes." I feel the heat rush south. She kneels, drags my cock free, and swallows me to the root. Sloppy, wet, deliberate. Then she turns, arches her back, presents the sparkling plug sunk between her cheeks. "Ever seen one of these?" She eases onto the couch, legs wide. I push inside her cunt; it clenches around me like a fist. When she flips over, I twist the plug free, toss it aside, and bury myself again. A minute later I angle higher, nudge her tight, dark ring, and sink in. Her breath catches, then she moans, pushing back for more. I shuttle from pussy to ass, dragging wet heat back and forth. "Bedroom," I order. She scoots ahead. The hinge squeaks. My step-mom—Captain Cory Chase—is standing there in full uniform, badge gleaming. "What the hell are you doing naked?" Her gaze flicks to the mess of clothes and the discarded plug. I spill every detail, shaking slightly. She doesn’t blink. "Get dressed," she snaps. Then she marches into the bedroom. She finds Gia sprawled on the sheets, still naked. Cory levels her stare. "Step-son. No signature. Unethical. I could cost you the license." Gia’s voice cracks: "Anything. Please." Cory binds her ankles, then her wrists to her own feet, so the realtor lies folded open, helpless. The captain strips. Her own bra and briefs hit the floor. She sinks between spread thighs and drags her tongue from clit to dripping entrance. Fingers curl, knuckles gleaming. Gia shudders and comes hard. Cory switches them; Gia’s bound hands find Cory’s slick cunt, tongue lapping desperately until the captain’s hips buck. I hear noise and ease open the door. The bed smells of sweat and sex. Cory, naked now, pats Gia’s restrained body. "Watch him fuck her." Cory pumps my cock first, slicking me with spit, then guides me inside Gia’s pussy. Missionary again, deeper strokes. I shift angle, drive into the receptive ass. Cory rubs her clit with quick, circling fingers. "Her mouth made me come earlier," she whispers. We flip. Cory swings astride, her pussy gripping, then lifting so I breach her ass. Gia follows, sheathing me first in tight warmth, then sinking her ass down until her walls flutter around me. Cory swaps again, reverse cowgirl this time, bouncing so my cock flashes between each slick hole. The two women end side by side, asses up. I alternate—pussy, ass, pussy, ass—each thrust coaxing slick sounds and low moans. I hold on, straining. At the edge, I yank free, jerk hot strings across Gia’s open mouth and cheeks. Cory smiles, unbuttons a final cuff. "We don’t live here," she says, casual. "Thanks for the fun." Gia wipes her sticky face. "You’re… kidding, right?" We’re already leaving.