Maybe that's him? I wondered. He looks right; just like Agent171 had described himself online. About six foot and an inch, two-hundred pounds, twenty-two, and longish blond hair. His clothes screamed money and match what he said he'd be wearing. The trousers are cut to fit him, and he's cut to fill them. His ass looks impossibly plump and contoured, even from across the street!. He's wearing a dress coat in the older English style, a bit formal, a blue buttoned shirt slightly visible beneath it. He'll do!
I step away from the storefront and cross the street. We had agreed to meet in twenty minutes at the cafe he enters. As I enter, I see him take a seat where Agent171 said he would wait.
My stomach tingles with anticipation. The ones that were a bit early were usually the ones who suspected the least. He looks fairly innocent, but looks can be so deceiving, I know. I decide to go through with it. If nothing else, I could have a bit of eye candy for later alone if I don't carry through with anything now.
I stop and order, taking a good look at him. He's very cute, soft and gentle appearing. It all belies what he does for his money. He obviously has it. A watch on his wrist is unmistakably gold, as are the few rings. The jewels are probably real. He will do, even if his offerings are unsatisfactory.
When it arrives, I carry the plate and the contents to the table.
"Agent one-seventy-one, I assume?" I ask as I near him.
He looks up and flashes a plastic smile. They all did, not knowing how close they were to a life altering event.
"Yes! Delirious Shopper?" he asks needlessly in his moderately accented English.
"Yes! Good to meet you!" I say enthusiastically as we shake hands.
Warm, but damp. Strong, but not pushing it. Lingering fingertips on my own; interesting.
We nod and sit, arrange our drinks and roll. I note that the jewels are certainly real, as the gold that holds them. The watch is a Vacheron Constantin or a remarkable knockoff; I doubt it's fake.
"I understand you're looking to take possession today if you like what I offer?"
Directly to business then. Very well. Right to it. His English is very good, and his accent sure attracts me.
"Yes. You have the pictures?"
"Yes. I must say, usually someone with your credentials has more of a, shall we say, a defined taste?" he says, handing me a large manila folder.
"You mean singular," I said, taking the thick folder from him, surprised at its bulk.
"Well, yes. Most ask for one type. You know? Makes it easier to find what you want."
"I like variety, and I'm not decided on what I want, yet," I said, raising an eyebrow as I meet his eyes; they're set in his strong, Nordic features like blue jewels.
I light the joint and inhale deeply. It tastes wonderful. Smooth and sweet, spicy and yet mellow. He lights his own and we relax into our chairs.
Shopping in Amsterdam is looking to have been the right choice. I owe that hunter more than he contracted for. I make a mental note to send a little extra something to him.
In the folder, thirteen paper-clipped bundles of images are accompanied with their own extensive descriptions, including prices for extra services that could be performed on them prior to taking possession. I'm impressed. Multiple images from different angles and distances really show everything there is to each one being offered.
Of them all, only one really appeals to me, even after reviewing each one again. There is only one choice, and I know after looking closely that this is the one. Everything is just as I like; I can't ask for a better match to my tastes. The complexion is fairly white, but not pale, a slight tan color evident. Blonde thatch, straight lines, a few curves, smooth, not too old. I'm not into the older ones. And green eyes it seems, I marvel.
I want that one.
I also want the one sitting in front of me. The rarely used plan to have them both is reviewed, adjusted, carried out in theory, and accepted as possible. I could have the one in my hands, and the one looking at me in expectation of a large commission. I know this is a risky thing I'm doing, and there can be long term, life altering ramifications. I'd done it before, and I want to do it again.
"I'll take this one," I said, throwing the desired package on the table before him.
"Very well. No problem. I can take you now, to inspect. You can have once transfer is done. Okay?"
"You have the keys I'll need?"
I'd noticed the chains and locks, and I know I'd want those off. I have better methods.
"Of course. Let us verify the financials. Then we go, yes?"
I dial the bank, do what needs done, and in seconds the verification of the substantial sum being available is in his account. I nod to him. He dials his own phone, pushes a few more buttons, then raises an eyebrow.
"This is a bit more than the asking price. There was a service you wished, yes?"
"No. Just a bonus. I very much like this one," I said, reaching to take possession of the pictures as well.
I have the money, and the extra ten percent is negligible.
He grins wider and dials again. He says, "VIP, will be occupied for an hour or more," then hangs up.
I seemingly ignore him as I examine what I would soon really have in my hands. I'm shaking with excitement. If we're going where it looks like this one is located, I know I can have him there too. It would be isolated enough.
Two for one, I think, grinning at him.
He offers to drive, but I say I'd rather follow. I ask him to wait until a silver Porsche pulls by and honks, then take the lead. He nods.
Once in my car, I run a finger over the lines of my new possession; the photos I mean. I yearn to be there, touching in person. Good bone structure, that's easily evident. The pale complexion seems unmarred. I know it would not be damaged. This level of service did not provide damaged goods, especially not at their prices.
I smile, placing the bundle of photos on the passenger seat, and stroke my toy. I had always wanted a Porsche 928, and now that I've come to Europe to live, I own a real one; not one fitted for Western standards. I start and listen to it purr for a while before I rev the beast. Taking control of it, I move hands and feet and roll into traffic. I honk as I pass his Bentley.
Once out of town we play with each other, pushing our vehicles along the winding roads. I've never felt so free before! I'm out of the States and living abroad! I have more money than I can spend, unless I buy a country. And now I am going to live out another dream. And I will have the broker, too.
Nearly an hour out, he takes the lead, very forcefully, and I understood it's time to turn off this road. He takes a dirt road, and in minutes we we're there. We get out of our cars and he leads the way.
I grow charged with sexual energy as we near the new toy.
Everything is as in the pictures: No damage, just a few light scratches, everything smooth and beautiful; shaped perfectly. I run my fingers over all of it in passing. Good plumbing. It's big enough where it counts, but not too large. Nice and erect, too. It stands up proudly, no sagging. Nice blond thatch, too, like I like. Not overdone, not thick and tangled, but dense and orderly. The globes out front are nicely sized. And out back is just perfect, not a single flaw marring it's perfect curves. I shiver with pleasure, knowing I will take possession of it soon, that I would own it. I could do whatever I wanted to it. And I was going to do so many things!
I nod at him and wave my phone.
"One more thing, and I think we have a deal," I say, grinning.
Now I move on to having the agent.
In the large refrigerator in the kitchen is the expected bottle of champagne and glasses. I pull it and two glasses out, lifting with a flair for his approval. He nods, and soon after the first toast to my new home, I light a large blunt. He smiles again and we talk as we tour the purchase.
Naturally I return to the bedroom with him, having hinted by then that I find him attractive. He had shown his own interest several times as well. We move to the bed, empty our glasses, then place them on the bedside table.
He sits next to me and brushes a single finger through my hair. I smile and run my hand along his strong jaw line. I do love the Nords! His blond hair is nice and long, hanging just along his shoulders. I run my fingers through it several times. It's luxuriously thick. His smiling face is smooth, his Nordic features stirring my libido. He blue eyes flash as we lean close and kiss.
I run my hands across his chest, opening his dress shirt. He pulls his tie off, then pulls my sweater over my head. I push his shirt down to his waist and run my hands over his blond haired chest. His pecs are perfect; well defined but not very muscular. His broad shoulders and arms prove he doesn't lay about constantly. The blond hair on his chest is dense enough that I enjoy it, but not a matt. His large, light brown nipples seemingly need licking and sucking, so I tend to them.
As I lick and suck my way around his front, he undoes my belt and trousers. I kick them off easily and reach for his. Soon we're laying facing each other, kissing and rubbing each other. He's wearing boxer briefs and there is already no doubt that he was going to be as large as the stereotype dictate.
He reaches into my boxers, pulling my cock through the fly and stroking it gently. I grab both cheeks of his ass and squeeze and knead for all I can. His ass is a wonderful handful! He rolls onto his back and wraps his legs around me, pulling me closer to him.
I grind my hard cock into his groin. He groans and squeezes me with his legs.
He whispers, "Oh, yes, fuck me, yes?"
"Yes," I whisper, kissing and nibbling his earlobes.
He obviously likes that and grinds himself, giggling, into my groin.
"You have protection?"
"Yes, I do," I answer, "Soon. Play first."
He giggles and bites his lower lip. We grind ourselves into each other for long minutes. Soon I slide down his chest, licking my way down him. I take my time at his navel and just above his waist band before I pull them slowly down. His cock is held downward until the waist band slides past, then it springs upward, slapping his skin above his bush. It is indeed impressive, no less than eight, thick inches.
He too has a nice blond thatch. It's also trimmed nicely. I kiss it, around it, under it. I lick his sizeable balls and their light blond hairs. They feel nice sliding around under my tongue, and nice rolling in my mouth. I suck them in turns, licking below and behind as well.
He loves that and I oblige, licking his pink hole with my tongue, and probing with one, then two fingers. The bulge between his sack and his hole is large, and I rub it, making his cock jerk and drip pre-cum.
Finally I take his sizeable cock into my mouth. I can't take the entire thing, but I suck and lick, and use all the tricks I know. His heavy head is prominent and smoothly bulbous. I find that I like to run my tongue along the gently corona. He responds well, pushing his hips in circles, up and down and groaning.
Even his groans are accented, and boy I love that! I look up at his body squirming under me. His eyes are closed, his juicy lips open in a smile of pleasure, his pale face blushed. He breaths quickly.
I stroke his cock and wet a finger. I slide that behind his balls, probing, as I return my mouth to his cock. His head is velvety, soft and warm. The hole is smallish and does not take well to being probed deeply. My finger find his pucker and swirls around it. I push gently and relent, probe and withdraw. I suck hard on his cock, then lightly. I stroke tightly then loosely, quickly then slowly. I suck just the head of his cock, my lips sealed around his sturdy corona, as I slide my finger into him. He groans deeply.
I push in, finding his prostate easily. Gently brushing over it, I slide that single finger in and out of him for several minutes as I lick and suck only his head. I withdraw my finger and stop sucking him, my mouth releasing him with a wet popping noise.
"Time to break, yes?" I ask, grinning mischievously.
"NO!" he answers quickly.
"Be right back," I say slowly, backing then standing.
He smiles and falls back sighing.
I walk outside naked to get the smaller case I now keep in the back of the Porsche. I check inside the case to see that the toys, tools and accoutrements are all in place. I turn and admire the manor. Twelve rooms is a bit much, but it's perfectly located in the empty countryside, and is truly a nice, sturdy, well built example.
The thatching is new and not overdone, the walls true and straight, the angles nearly perfect. The white plaster is new as well, though it shows at least a single season of wear. The visible main beams all look solid and sturdy. No rot, no weevils and no cracks beyond the minor ones to be expected. I pat the green door, entering here into the main living area with a fireplace. The matching green door farther down the front of the house enters the kitchen. I marvel at how they resemble eyes in a face.
I really will like living there. The countryside is isolated and beautiful.
I return to my new bedroom and the sexy agent. I note that I will have to replace the furnishings. He's slowly jacking himself, keeping himself hard apparently, and smiles as I hold up the condom and bottle from the case. It was all I want him to see for now.
Once I am covered, and he is lubricated by three fingers and ten minutes of play, I hold his legs and position myself. His pink hole glistens, pulsing, waiting. Without hands, I push against him and he pushes for me. I enter with a bit of difficulty, hardly needing to use a hand before I'm fully into him. He isn't well worn, or knows how to hide it.
Faint beads of sweat begin near his navel and forehead, I notice. He smiles widely as I come down to kiss his lips and find a comfortable position. A little squirming and I start fucking the sexy agent.
He's a vocal one, groaning and moaning quite a bit. I let myself do so, a bit unusual for me, but he's a good bottom. He squeezes his hole tight on me at times. He moves well with me as I thrust into him. We fit well together as we work the magic together.
I stroke him gently, not often, keeping his cock as much at attention as it seems willing while he is being fucked. I won't take long. His sturdy Nordic body and his smooth, clear-completed face with his blue eyes are great fun to admire as I fill him, as he engulfs me.
In minutes I'm nearing my orgasm. That familiar tension builds, drawing much of myself into my lower abdomen. His ass smoothly grips my as I swell and pulse inside him. I push upward, making sure I press my throbbing cock against his prostate. I feel its resistance against my head as I push harder.
My cock pumps into him as I tense, biting his left nipple. He moans 'ya' several times and presses my face to his chest, encouraging me to nibble harder. The pressure builds and then releases in waves. I cum hard, more than usual. My feet curl, my ankles pop. My back arches and I groan as I release that tension into his ass.
The last waves of pleasure are diminishing as I pull myself from him. I slide downward, kissing and licking as I go, tasting our sweat. My hand is pulling his cock, encouraging it to full hardness. It is ready as my mouth arrives and begins working on it.
It's long and slightly thick, a few veins visible, but otherwise smooth and even. His head is rounded and plump, purple and soft with a slight, indented and open hole. I lick his hole as I begin sucking him again. His mild pre-cum tastes good, and I look forward to swallowing his cum. His body writhes under me, his groans beginning again as I finger his hole and prostate with three fingers and my thumb.
I stroke him gently, sucking only the head for a long time, and sucking and bobbing gently. He tries to get more sensation by thrusting his hips, but I move back and forth, making those efforts almost pointless. Soon he's pushing down on my head with a hand, so I comply. I slide down his cock, sucking harder. I lick under his head and around his corona with effort and force. I suck harder as I pull back up his cock and pull his skin back tightly.
He groans and I feel his body tense. He mumbles, "Cumming," several times, but I don't need the warning.
His cock swells and my three fingers and thumb work his prostate as he comes. His body jerks below me, his cock firing his cum into my throat. His cock swells with each orgasmic pulse, as does his prostate, which I could feel working. I rub harder there, pinching with the fingers inside him and my thumb, and he cums harder, groans louder, and sits up gasping.
"Mine Godt!" he moans as he finishes, his body shaking.
I pull my fingers out quickly. He shudders and more fluid escapes from his cock, rolling over my tongue. I suck lightly and lick his cock clean as it slides out of my mouth. He falls back onto the bed with a whoosh.
I slide, kissing and licking up his body until I lay on him, looking into his ice blue eyes.
"Good, yes?" I ask.
"Gut. Ja. Yes!"
I know I'll love living here.
Stockholm is just around the corner...