Peg-O-My-Heart - Part 5 (Patreon)

Was this the fifth or sixth time she'd shown this house to the same couple? Peg couldn't remember.

She was, however, acutely aware that something like this would eventually happen. Much like her previous profession, strutting the stage at Spoonerville's one and only all-nude strip club, occasionally a customer will become completely infatuated with her. Instead of spreading the love around, as it were, she'd end up devoting entirely too much time to a single customer...and inevitably end up losing money when some other girl winds up grinding their hips against the lap of the bigger fish.

Spending entirely too much time trying to sell a mid-range house like this...to a single couple...means that she is probably losing out on a commission for a higher-end home.

Peg: (thinking) Alright. No more screwing around. It's time to get a sale out of these two...or send 'em packing.

Her clients are seated on a leather couch in front of her, all eyes are on Peg as she climbs atop the living room's huge coffee table. With a few clicks of her cell phone, Peg tosses the device aside, beginning to sway her hips in time to the Eurythmics 'Sweet Dreams' piped in through the home's built-in sound system. Down to a black, sequined, strapless bra and a patent leather g-sting, the redhead gives the young couple her best bedroom eyes. Hands grasping the underside of her breasts, she bounces and sways, turning to give them a view of the entire package.

Like the seasoned pro that she is, Peg faces away from them, looking over her shoulder with a grin as fingertips unclasp the sparkly bra. Teasing the hypnotized pair, she spins to face them, holding the undergarment against her huge breasts. Perfectly timed with the music, Peg bends at the knees, ticking her hips from side to side, squeezing her mounds together as she exposes her puffy areola.

Suddenly standing with a change in the music's tempo, Peg snatches the bra away from her, her massive tits heaving and oscillating. Wide-eyed and blinking, never taking her eyes off Peg, the young blonde nudges her husband. A hand disappears into his coat, producing a money clip filled with nothing but high denominations. Turning once again, looking over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth upturned in a smirk, Peg swivels her hips as she lowers herself to her knees.

All but twerking her ass at the captivated pair, the redheaded housewife watches as the young man plucks a bill out of his money clip and hands it to his wife. Folding it lengthwise, the blonde reaches out and tucks it beneath Peg's g-string, running a manicured fingernail across the performer's butt cheek dimple after doing so.

Peg: (thinking) Ohh yeah, these two have been to a strip club or two.

In typical stripper fashion, Peg gives the woman a little reward after receiving the gratuity. Arching her back to make her mound a bit more prominent, Peg reaches between her legs, fingertips gliding over the thin strip of glossy leather. In one smooth motion, Peg waggles her index finger at the petite blonde, giving her a 'come hither' gesture between her legs before hooking the same finger into her g-string, pulling the material aside as she withdraws.

Without so much of a second of hesitation, the diminutive blonde accepts the invitation. Peg bites her lower lips, letting out a visible shiver as a cold, wet nose is shoved between her butt cheeks. The redhead spreads her legs a little further apart, a quivering exhale escaping her as the young woman's tongue begins to eagerly lap at her slit. Grabbing the front of Peg's thighs, the blonde yanks her towards her, her cold nose firmly pressing against the former stripper's sphincter.

Lost in her own little world, eyes squinted shut, Peg scarcely notices when the woman begins to heave towards her again and again, the motion driving her mouth further into her. Thinking nothing of it, simply enjoying the added sensation, it isn't until the blonde's hot breath turns to a stifled moan that Peg notices that something is different. Opening her eyes and peering through her legs, the redhead is met with a petite set of breasts oscillating in circles...behind them, a set of balls pendulum back and forth, bouncing against a patch of meticulously trimmed golden pubic hair.

Peg: H-how th-the...?

Peg blinks, looking up and over her shoulder at the naked duo. Between the three of them, Peg is the only one wearing any clothing...her barely-there g-string being the only garment remaining. No sooner has Peg turned to look when she catches the young man's eye. She doesn't have to say anything...just by the wanton look in her eyes the young man can tell that she wants him...has to have him inside her. A simple pat on the backside and the young woman raises her head, looking back in wonderment as tendrils of Peg's juices drip from her chin.

The woman, in turn, says nothing...looking back at him with a knowing smile, her lips pursing as he pulls his expansive length out of her. Eyes half open, Peg sizes up the young man. He doesn't have nearly the girth of Goofy or Max, but the length...

Peg: (thinking) Good gawd.

He's got PJ beaten by a solid inch, but not nearly as long as that bear she hooked up with while on vacation in Cape Suzette. What was his name? Baboo? Babar? Something like that. She can't remember...and doesn't care, watching as the young man's wife shuffles out of the way, making room for her well-hung hubby.

The young man ambles off the couch, grabbing Peg by the hips as he positions himself behind her. Peg lets out a little coo of anticipation, the perspective buyer pressing his helmet against Peg's puffy labia. His wife, sitting on the coffee table beside the redhead, a finger already inside herself, watches intently as her husband prepares to fuck their thick, ginger-haired realtor.

Young Man: So, Honey? Are you ready to sign on the dotted line?

Young Woman: You... You th-think we're ready to t-take the pl-pluh-plunge?

Peg: (thinking) Is that a euphemism?

Some weeks later, Peg finds herself at the gym, trying to work off some of the semi-sedentary lifestyles of a housewife and realtor. God knows she burns off enough extra calories with her clothing-optional open-house thing, but ever since she put a 'sold sign' on that young couple's house, the rest of her clients just aren't enough to keep the baby fat away. A sold two miles on the treadmill and a sweat-drenched Peg heads to the locker room to change.

Standing in front of her locker, Peg pulls her perspiration-soaked shirt up and over her head. Just as her ample mounds jiggle free of their spandex prison, Peg hears a familiar voice behind her.

Young Woman: I thought I recognized those.

Peg: Oh, hey! How are ya'll enjoying the new house?

Young Woman: Oh, we absolutely love it! Thank you.

Peg: Good! I'm glad to hear it.

Young Woman: Say... While I'm thinking about it, would you like to come to our housewarming party this weekend? It's not gonna be a big thing... Just the hubby and I, a few close friends, some music, a little vino.

The woman looks around, feigning coyness, then turns back with a slightly lecherous smile, staring down at Peg's glistening body.

Young Woman: Clothing optional, of course.

Peg: Of course.

Original Sketch by Roger Bacon

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2