I've posted details of past events on here before, but a recent tale about estate agents debauchery reminds me of my days working at a lettings agent. This was the very early 90s, there had just been a property crash and lettings was not as big as nowadays coz you could buy a house pretty cheaply. I was working in NW London, and was a 21 year old blonde with 2 o levels. It was either lettings agents or macdonalds. The lettings agent job seemed a bit more glamorous, and came with a little fiat cinquicento covered in the company name. It's a very competitive environment, and soon you do become obsessed with commission. That does spill over into looking the best, and using your assets to clinch lets. I had an interview on a Monday, started the following Monday, and by 10am on my first day was showing someone around a flat in Harrow, trying to convince them to live there. By the Wednesday morning, I'd been groped by the two other guys in the office (it was the 90s), and propositioned by the older woman. My first sexual liason with a client came on that first Friday. I'd gone to see a horrible asian guy who had a small portfolio of properties that he's bought in the property crash. They were all equally horrible. However I gave him the spiel about how we's look after them, get him rent and all that stuff, however he was hearing the same from the other agencies keen for his business. He kept asking how badly I wanted his business, eventually the penny dropped. "Bad enough to let you fuck me." I stood up and bent away from him. Luckily I didnt have to look at him as he roughly fingered me before replacing his finger with his small cock, and even luckier he must have cum within 30 seconds. Those 30 seconds tripled my salary that month as we took on his portfolio. Each year he added more properties and each year I let him fuck me. By year 4 or 5 he turned up to the review with his cousin, and the year after, my final year as a lettings agent he arrived with 4 cousins. I just ley them get on with it, and by now loved using sex to get commission. One of them, a plain looking indian man had a huge cock, and fucked me like a train. Unlike the others he had staying power and stamina, fucking me to the point of me being unable to move. They left me there, and they left laughing as their spunk oozed out of my gaping hole. I used empty properties countless times for pick-ups.This was pre-internet being widespread and I would go on chat lines and meet random strangers at empty homes, often unfurnished. One of the guys from the office held a swingers party in an empty house in Wembley. It was during the sex exhibition at olympia, and he literally handed out fliers to people there. The exhibition was much smaller but much less plastic than nowadays. There must have been 60 people crammed into a 3 bed terraced home, which proved perfect. I'd arrived dressed for sex, my coat soon disguarded to reveal heels, and nothing else. There were plenty of others dressed like me, and sex filled every square metre. A guy spent the night in the bath getting pissed on, Despite being a bit of a slut, it was like nothing else I'd experienced before or since. It was hardcore random sex. Lord knows how many cocks I had in me, or how many cocks and cunts I had my lips on. Everyone from the agents were there though, and although I left that job soon after that Im sure they still go on. Although I'm no longer that money obsessed airhead, I look back fondly at my days in property