Peg-O-My-Heart - Part 2 - 8K (Patreon)

With the success of her clothing optional sales gimmick, Peg has settled back into the real estate business with relative ease.  So much so that every home she's listed has sold within days...sometimes within hours.  If anything, the stripper biz has taught her one important lesson...  Sex sells.

Now, having to barely lift a finger to sell a home, she's gotten into the habit using the homes amenities before every open house.  Saunas, hot tubs, garden tubs so big you could practically swim laps in them, and...her personal favorite...laying out beside the pool of her more high-end homes and catching some rays.  Back when she first started out in the business she would have scoffed at the very idea of such unprofessional behavior.  Now, however, it's just another perk of the job as far she's concerned.

Walking through the living room of a split-level ranch-style house that looks like something straight off the set of the Brady Bunch, Peg begins to shed her business attire.  Instead of the usual undergarments, underneath her pants suit is a pink, polka-dotted string bikini.  Looking out at the high hedges that surround the back yard, Peg allows herself a little smirk and begins to untie her bikini as she walk out onto the patio.

Peg: (thinking) Hmmm.  Looks like the perfect opportunity to get rid of these tan lines.

Laying on a deck chair beside the pool, cordless telephone in one hand, the other exploring the area just below her 'landing strip', Peg jabbers on and on with a potential real estate client.  Save for a pair of aviator sunglasses, she's completely nude...and has nothing better to do until her open house starts in an hour.

Having finished her 'It's a buyer market' sale pitch, Peg sets the phone aside and returns to more pressing matters.  Peg lets her hand slip further down, her middle finger doing slow circles around her hyper-sensitive clitoris.  Letting out a wavering sigh, a care-free smile crossing her lips as she thinks out load.

Peg: Mmmm-hmmm.  I could...  I could g-get use to th-this.

With one hand busy with her button, Peg spreads her legs and brings to her other hand in for a little playtime as well.  Gently running her middle finger up and down her lips at first, a little moan escapes her as she plunges her finger past her moist labia.  First one finger, in and out, gaining momentum with every stroke.  Then a second finger, her eyes crossing and rolling back into her head.

A third finger does the trick.

Peg: Oh fuuu...  Ohhh fuuuu....  Oh my gah...  OHMYGAWD YESSSS!!

Hips bucking, her back arching, the lounge chair creaking, she bites her lower lip as wave after wave of pleasure radiates through her entire body.  Breathing heavily, trembling all over, her eyes going in and out of focus, Peg slumps back down into the chair.  Light-headed, her eyes grow extremely heavy as the urge to fall asleep washes over her.

Peg: (thinking) Maybe just a little nap and then I'll...

What seems like only a few minutes pass when Peg hears the front doorbell chime through the fog of slumber.  Blinking at the bright sun reflecting off the water, she glances at her watch.

Peg: Shit.

It' thirty minutes past the time when her open house was supposed to start.  Having no time to retrieve her usual real estate garb from the living room, Peg grabs her bikini and races through the french doors that lead into the house's master bedroom.  Tying her bikini up as she goes, she stops in the master bathroom and grabs a white, fluffy, terry cloth bathrobe off a hook behind the door.  Reaching the front door just as she finishes tying the robe's belt, Peg stops to compose herself.

Peg: (thinking) Alright, Peg.  Get it together.  You've made sales in far less clothing than this.

After taking a deep breath and putting on a friendly smile, Peg reaches for the doorknob and turns it.  Standing on the front stoop is the same young couple as before.  The tall, slender blonde looks at her quizzically.

Young Woman: The...uhhh...  The open house is today, right.

Peg: Sure!  Come on in.  Make yourselves at home.  Sorry, I...uhhh...  I was out by the pool and lost track of time.

Young Man: It's...  It's still clothing optional, right?

Peg: Absolutely!  That's what the sign says.

The young couple share a knowing, half smirk and then begin to walk around, pretending to inspect the house.  Just as the two turn their backs to her, Peg wrinkles up her nose and rolls her eyes in agitation.  It's obvious that the couple isn't here to buy a home this time around...they've simply come for another show.  With what little clothing she is wearing, Peg will be naked long before she makes it to the master bedroom.

Original Art by Unknown

Edits by razafrazz

Colors by Phillipthe2