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Gala had seen her fair share of odd things in her 15 years as a real estate agent, some things that she hoped to never see again! She was very good at her job and took pride in finding the perfect property for each of her customers. She still got excited when she got a new listing. It was like a really expensive scavenger hunt to find everything they wanted; and she got it for them. She went out of her way to please her clients.

The alarm went off that morning and Gala awoke with a sense of excitement; she had picked up a new property that was pretty much ready to go as is. It was a rather secluded two story Victorian that had been loved by the previous owner and it showed. Gala had basically just sent her crew out to do a little landscaping, change the locks, and do a bit of cleaning, and was assured that it was ready to show to perspective buyers. She was meeting with one today.

She jumped in the shower, fixed her hair, which was a glorious shade of auburn, that at age 42 still did not have a strand of gray in it, put on what little makeup she did wear, and picked out a nice business suit, and heels.

Gala loved the way she looked and took pride in her looks and body, working out and watching what she ate. She always had; eating the right foods, never smoking or drinking too much, even in school. She had graduated high school a virgin and never really dated much, even though she had had plenty of offers.

She had dated her ex-husband for six months before she finally gave in and had sex with him and after two years finally agreed to marry him. The marriage was a short lived experiment in futility. As soon as the I Do’s were said, he began to demand more and more from her in the way of sexual favors. Gala knew other women did those things but she just didn’t believe she was made for sex.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sex exactly, but it just wasn’t a top priority to her and it showed in the way she had treated her husband. Joseph had started to cheat within the first year of marriage and Gala honestly hadn’t cared. It took the responsibility away from her. When he finally asked for a divorce, Gala had felt nothing but a sense of relief. She had met a few nice men since, but after a few times of having sex, they would always find a reason to break it off.

Two years later and she was happier than ever, no sexual responsibilities to anyone. She took care of herself when the need arose. She was sure that people assumed she lead some sort of “secret” life. A few colleagues had joked around that with a body like hers, she was made to play and that her prudish attitude had to be a cover up.

Gala was an impressive looking woman. She had rather large breast with a narrow waist that flared out to the perfect sized hips and an ass she knew was fantastic; just because she didn’t care what men thought, didn’t mean she didn’t notice all the looks she got. She had long legs, too long for Gala’s taste because it made shopping for skirts more difficult. They were always a bit too short and the blouses always a little too tight across her large breasts. And she absolutely refused to spend that much money getting everything she bought altered.

Gala grabbed her briefcase and purse as she run out the door, jumped in her car and headed out to meet her new client at the property. She had canceled all of her appointments for that day as the property was about an hours drive out of town and she didn’t want her client to feel rushed since the property was quite extensive with a few smaller outlying structures; one that was padlocked and that she had told her crew not to open. She thought it might be fun to open it with the new client and had made sure she had bolt cutters in her trunk.

Gala turned off the highway onto a small, well maintained drive that was almost a mile long itself, and pulled up behind a not so beautiful classic Camaro. A gentleman in his mid 50’s stepped out of the car. Gala first noticed his clothing, which were not exactly what she was used to seeing her clients in. He had on jeans, and not new or fashionable, a tee-shirt and a leather jacket with Converses. Really? A mid-life crisis maybe? He better not be wasting her time!

As Gala approached the man, she began to get a clearer look at his face. She wasn’t sure if it was the two years of self imposed celibacy or what, but DAMN, this man was sexy, and not in a way that was Gala’s “usual type”, as if she had enough experience to have a “type”.

He was unshaven, but not to the point of looking unkempt and had a head full of thick salt and pepper hair. Gala felt a tingle run down her spine that stopped her in her tracks, as it took a second to get over the shock of a totally new sensation.

“Are you okay?” he asked. The look on his face all but shouting that he knew exactly what was wrong with her. His voice sent another small shiver down her spine and Gala became even more confused.

Gala reached out and grasped his hand and was surprised at how steady her voice was when she answered him, “I’m fine. I assume you are Mr. Alexander? Pleased to meet you. I am Gala Sanders”.

“Please, call me Dorian and trust me, the pleasure is all mine”. Again, that voice! When a woman had called to set up the appointment, Gala remembered thinking of The Picture Of Dorian Gray and wondered if her client had given his soul away. Now she wasn’t sure hers wasn’t the one in danger, especially the way his eyes seemed to darken when he looked at her.

Gala gave herself a mental shake, and cheerfully said, “Well Dorian, lets begin our tour. As you can see the property is quite extensive. Do you want to look at the out buildings first or inside the house? But as I stated in our last email, there is one outbuilding that is locked and I have no idea if it contains anything at all, but I brought tools so you can cut the lock”. Gala was sure she was more curious to see what was in it than he was and hoped he chose it first.

Dorian bowed low and with a sweep of his hand, said, “Then by all means lets begin and see what secrets I can unlock.” For some reason Gala got the impression that he meant more than just the outbuilding and another delicious shiver slid down her spine.

She went back to her car and got the bolt cutters and handed them to Dorian and began walking toward the back of the house. When they got to the door, Gala stepped aside to give Dorian room to cut the lock. He made quick work of it and slowly pushed the door open.

Gala leaned in but couldn’t see much from the meager light coming in from the doorway but it appeared to be empty. Dorian stepped into the room and began searching for a switch. Suddenly the room was lit up with soft light from sconces placed around the room.

At first Gala thought it was just work benches, machinery and tools, but as her eyes slowly adjusted, she saw exactly what the room was filled with. The “work benches” were about thigh high and had restraints on all four corners, there were restraints around the room at different levels, and things Gala didn’t even know what was; one a metallic hook with a small ball on one end and a ring on the other.

Gala noticed that the lighting had dimmed at the same time she heard the sound of the door being closed. She spun around and Dorian was leaning against the door. “Well Ms. Sanders, what do you think of this? Would you say it increases or decreases the property value?”

Dorian was looking at her with a predatory look that had Gala backing up until she was stopped by something hitting her behind the knees. As she turned around to see exactly what it was, Dorian was upon her, pushing her down onto the table. He made quick work of snapping the attached cuffs to one wrist, easily overpowering Gala’s struggles, as he snapped on the other cuff.

Gala was screaming at the top of her lungs, but knew exactly who could hear her; no one! Then Dorian was holding her head still and softly whispering in her ear, “Ms. Sanders you know no one can hear you. This will be much more enjoyable for you if you don’t fight it”. Oh God, every female real estate agent had heard the stories about this kind of thing happening, some even inviting it.

Dorian was still holding her head, telling her things he was going to do to her. “I know you find me attractive. I could see it in your eyes the second you got out of the car” he whispered, “and I know you secretly want this too. I will have you begging to be fucked before the day is over, I promise”. Gala didn’t believe she would, but thought if anyone could make that happen, it was this man and decided to calm down and try to just get through this ordeal.

Gala took a deep breath to steady her voice before answering.”Sir, I am not sure what type of people you are used to dealing with, but I assure you I do not find this kind of thing amusing or enjoyable and I DEMAND that you release me at once. If you do, we can forget this happened and we can both go home”.

Dorian let out a soft laugh right next to Gala’s ear, his breath on her skin causing her to inhale sharply and her nipples to automatically harden. Suddenly she felt his tongue on her neck, his teeth nibbling every so gently until he reached her collarbone where he gently bit her. Gala had only worn a thin summer bra and it was obvious that her nipples were hard. Dorian definitely noticed and almost purred, “Well now, something seems to like my attention. Lets see what we can do to make them feel even better”.

Gala felt betrayed by her own body. What the hell was going on with her. She didn’t even particularly like sex. As Dorian moved around beside her, and was reaching for the buttons on her blouse, she began to struggle in earnest again. Dorian gently shook his head, “Tisk tisk Ms. Sanders”. He grabbed her leg and clicked the cuff on her ankle and then made easy work of catching her other leg and fastening it.

“Now that I have you exactly where I want you. I get to start having my fun”. How in the hell could Gala possibly feel even a little bit of excitement, but it was there, growing and growing every second that she laid sprawled out on that table. Dorian slowly moved back up to her side, dragging a finger up her leg, thigh and torso as he went. Gala secretly wished he would have put that finger up under her skirt and was shocked to feel a little disappointed that he hadn’t.

“Ms. Sanders, I’m going to start unbuttoning your blouse. If you fight me, I will just rip it open, but I am going to play with those luscious tits and amazing nipples until your pussy is dripping wet. Do you know that I got hard the minute I saw you?”

Dorian continued his narrative as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, kissing her stomach as each button was undone, “I was going to wait until we were finished and invite you to dinner, but when we opened that door and I saw my kind of playground, I knew I couldn’t risk you saying no. I had to have you, here and now”.

Gala’s voice sounded almost pleading, as she whimpered, “Please don’t”, but her voice had lost all of the resistant and anger it had previously. Dorian gently laughed, “Please don’t what? Stop?” and about that time the last button came out of its hole and he pushed her bra up over her tits and immediately began to suck and bite on her engorged, throbbing nipples. Involuntarily, Gala lifted her pelvis off the table and a moan escaped from her lips. She could feel Dorian’s lips form a grin around the nipple he had between his teeth, his tongue gently flicking it at the same time.

Dorian continued the onslaught on her nipples and upper body, the biting becoming increasingly harder on her neck and down her tits and especially her nipples. My God, Gala had never felt anything as fantastic as this. Is this what had been missing from her sex life, this need to be taken, had it been laying dormant just waiting to be turned loose? Gala’s body became more relaxed has her resistance gave way to acceptance, and then taunt again, as she became aware of Dorian worshiping her nipples with his teeth once more.

“Ah, that’s more like it Ms. Sanders. I won’t make you beg yet, but you will. Now I’m going to explore the rest of your incredible body”. Dorian undid the side button and zipper on her skirt and with no effort at all had pushed it up around her midsection, his hands finally running up along her ass as he pushed upwards.

Gala wore a small pink thong and Dorian pulled it on it gently so it was between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit, and he continued to pull it tighter and tighter on her clit, and then moving it in a circular pattern. The friction this caused, brought on a flood of moisture that soak her underwear. Dorian then easily ripped them off her, “Sorry Ms. Sanders, I owe you a new pair of underwear”.

Gala could barely breath. She began to push her hips up harder and harder, moaning, and let out a surprised gasp when Dorian inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. Gala felt an unfamiliar pressure, as Dorian moved his fingers inside her pussy and began to rub her clit. The pressure continued to build and suddenly there was a gush of fluid and a feeling of pure ecstasy that had Gala writhing and moaning and, yes, begging for more.

“That’s a good girl, squirt for me again” and Dorian leaned in and began to lave her wet pussy and clit with his tongue. Gala immediately came again, this time even harder. “Oh my God please don’t stop!” Gala shouted, not caring if she were begging for this. Dorian continued to suck the juices from her pussy as soon as they came flooding out, causing Gala to come again and again, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy and circling her clit.

Gala was nearly hysterical with the sensory overload that was happening to her body. Dorian then lifted her hips up and spread her ass cheeks and tongued her asshole, “Oh fuck!” was all Gala could manage before she came again instantly.

Dorian softly chuckled as he ran his tongue from her asshole to her clit. “Now Ms. Sanders. It’s your turn. You are going to suck my cock like you are starving for it and I’m going to cum in your mouth. You better not stop sucking until I’m hard again and then I’m going to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours and cum in that tight little ass”.

Gala was instantly terrified again. “Please” she whimpered, “I can’t do that. I’ve never been any good at that. And my husband tried to fuck me in the ass once and it hurt too bad and I made him stop. I know I can’t do it. Please don’t make me. I will do anything else you want”.

Dorian came up to the head of the table, gently pulling on his cock and stroking his balls, which were eye level with Gala. God, he had a magnificent cock. Suddenly Gala’s mouth was watering, just looking at it and the thought of it sliding in and out of her mouth. Gala scooted up the table as far as her restraints would allow, which was perfect for her head to drop off the table and hang down. Gala looked up at Dorian and asked, “Would you show me how? I want to taste your cock and lick you like you did me” and Gala opened wide to accept his hard cock into her mouth.

Dorian wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and face fuck the hell out of her until he came down her throat, but he didn’t want to scare her and wanted it to last as long as possible. She was now a willing participant and wanting more and he was going to let her have it.

“I’m going to uncuff you now so I can show you the right way to suck my cock and I expect you to show me how much you love my hard cock in your mouth. Do you understand me?”, his voice stern and brooking no room for arguments. After he removed the cuffs he ordered, “Get on your knees and open your mouth”, Gala doing exactly as she was told.

Gala looked up at Dorian, his cock just inches from her mouth, “I’m ready” she said, her voice just a bit tremulous.

“I will get rough with you, but only when I know you’re ready for it. I know you’re going to be a good little cock sucking cum slut for me aren’t you?” Gala had never been talked to like this before, but she could feel her pussy weeping juices down her inner thighs. “Yes Sir. I will be your cum slut”, Gala answered almost timidly.

What the hell was happening to her! Dorian reached out and grabbed her hair and Gala sucked his cock into her hot mouth. Dorian began to give her instructions on where to lick, when to suck harder, and how to use her hands to stroke his cock at the same time she was sucking.

After only a few minutes, Dorian’s voice became just a buzz in the background as Gala focused entirely on what she was doing and suddenly there was nothing else in the world that mattered at that moment except his cock and her mouth. “Umm God you’re a quick learner, fuck, God yes, fuck that feels good!”

Dorian noticed that the more he told her how good it was, the better Gala did, until she was in a daze, licking and gently sucking his balls into her mouth, lifting them up so she could swirl her tongue around his asshole. He gladly aided her efforts by reaching back and spreading his ass cheeks and squatting down a little.

He felt her tongue go into his ass and knew that he was going to cum quickly if she continued that. Gala was moaning and had her knees splayed out, her pussy almost rubbing the ground, one hand still jacking off his cock, and the other rubbing her pussy, almost frenzied in her effort to get her tongue farther and farther into his ass.

Dorian grabbed her hair and pulled her back to the front and roughly shoved his cock deep into her throat, the feeling of his head bouncing off the back of her throat nearly making him cum right then, but he wanted to show her how he would continue to use her mouth.

Dorian held her head still as he pushed his cock completely in, effectively cutting of Gala’s ability to breath. The second she felt like she was starting to panic, he would pull back just long enough for her to catch her breath and then rapidly shove his cock in and out of her mouth, and then shove it down her throat again. “I’m going to cum! You better suck every drop out of my cock and show me what a good little whore you are”.

Gala felt his cock swelling and suddenly her throat was filled with hot squirting cum. Gala wondered if a person could drown in cum, but what a way to go! Dorian continued to hold her head forcibly still until he had finished cumming. Gala was amazed that she loved the taste. “How did I do? Did your cum slut please you?”

Gala smiled up at him as she licked her lips. Dorian’s answer was a low growl that Gala felt in her pussy and knew she wanted the rest of what he had promised her. Gala put her newly learned skills to the test, anxious for his cock to harden again.

Gala took his still semi-hard cock back into her mouth and began to gently suck as she swirled her tongue around, making sure that she swirled her tongue on his frenulum every time. In a few minutes his cock was hard enough to start stroking. It was slick from her gagging juices and his cum so her hand slid up and around in a gentle twist motion, each one ending with her tongue hitting the very sensitive band below the head.

Dorian grabbed Gala by the arms and picked her up, carrying her over to a padded, long narrow bench that was angled downward, making the angle perfect for fucking from behind. Dorian shoved her face onto the table as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and shoved his cock into her pussy, each stroke harder and harder. Gala let out a cry, “Fuck yes. I’m cumming already. Fuck me harder, harder; God yes” and Gala exploded on Dorian’s cock.

Dorian removed his cock, dripping wet with her cum, and gently rubbed it up and over her asshole. The sensation was electrifying. God if getting fucked in the ass with his cock was as good as getting fucked by his tongue there, Gala knew that this might be her new favorite thing. Dorian gently started to insert his cock into her. Gala tensed at the first feeling of discomfort.