[Natural Body Magic/MBM content below]

You followed your real estate agent Anne into the office to close on your new home on a Thursday afternoon.  After building some savings in the city, you’ve made the decision to stretch your legs a bit in the sleepy suburbs, a few towns over from the place you called your hometown.  Anne had been incredibly helpful navigating the market, even though you’ve seen her face plastered everywhere in this town, she still treated her clientele as well as if she was first getting into the business. You’d heard from your buddy and his wife that they had bought a getaway cabin in the forested end of the county with her help and they raved about her know-how. You could tell she was seasoned and on the open house tours, you couldn’t help but notice others taking stock in her and knowing she was here to close deals.

You’d met her at the coffee shop to introduce yourself and go over what your budget was, what you were looking for, and found it easy to make small talk with her. Her glasses suited her well and invited you into her gaze, and her bubbly, not pushy demeanor put you at ease. Down-to-earth but with an air of high-class service, she was maybe in her mid to late 40s, though seemed to keep active with her spin classes that she talked about when you asked about fun things around town. You’d come to find out she had lived in the area for a while, had one daughter just out of college and a son two years younger, with a husband who had his head in the clouds - literally she emphasized as he was always on the next flight traveling after a consulting job. She took genuine interest in you, taking notes and ignoring calls to make sure she could gauge the type of house for you. As you both got up to pay, the barista told her it’d been taken care of, tilting her head to a middle-aged woman working at her laptop. The generous woman waved and you both acknowledged her in gratitude before heading out. Guess she was popular in town, you thought.

After several tours, you finally found one that fit everything you were looking for and even with some room under your budget. Not that a few more tours wouldn’t have hurt, she seemed to enjoy your company as much as you liked the way she rocked business casual with this platinum choker necklace.  After being shuttled around in her SUV and led down the hallways of various houses, it made it easy to picture living in a place where eventually you’d find someone to share it with.

***

You followed closely behind Anne as you walked into the final step of the process, catching whiffs of her perfume in the air. This time she opted for a little more formal wear and no necklace today, but still enough for you to imagine. That train of thought helped ease your nerves as you met the previous homeowners, a pleasant Asian couple looking to downsize that recognized Anne like an old friend, and plopped down the down payment. Signature after signature followed that you thought your hand would fall right off, but soon enough the deal was done! Your lender offered you a bottle of champagne and said he had to catch another meeting before close of business, so he left along with the sellers and the others.  Anne was sitting next to you.

“Instead of cheap wine or chocolates to warm your new home, I have something else for you. First time buyers are always the best,” she spoke somewhere between a whisper and her normal voice, putting her hand on top of yours.

She looked at you in the eyes, one of the signing pens in her mouth, loosely hanging in her lips. Your heart skips a beat, thinking this is some waking dream. Taking her hair into a messy bun, you think seriously? Is this happening right now? Is this legal?!

She stands up close to your chair, you were almost eye level with her chest showing just the top of her cleavage but you look up so as not to look too greedy. She smirks at your attempt at modesty, before putting both hands around her neck for a tug? With a oomfph, her head had been lifted off her shoulders! You see the wall of the office through the gap between her head and what’s left of her neck as a stump, skin covering the spots as if she was born that way. You have a momentary panic but looking at her confident face as if she’s done this before, you are also calmed, as if hypnotized by her.

“You handled that a lot better than most of the rookies!” she said, her head now in the crook of her arm and about level with your vision. “And like a gentleman, if I say so myself. I wanted to keep it a surprise, I guess a lot of folks who’ve done business with me know so it was charming to see you going through the process without knowing what was on the other side of close.”

You stammer a bit, “So, you’re OK? This is, normal? You can take your head off?”

She laughed, putting back on her real estate agent voice instead of a more intimate one. “Of course! How else could I get to be the number 1 agent in the tri-county area! Sure, it’s a bit of a gimmick to have a detachable head and the things that come with it,” she sets her head on the desk to face you, “but it’s fun for me too. These lips have put the kids through college and no body, or no head, works harder than me.”

The unexpected chain of events floored you. A mix of excitement, scandal, bewilderment surged in you trying to process what was going on. A woman who can take her head off? And uses it to make money in high dollar real estate deals? Isn’t this a job for bored housewives? Can other people do this? Without reservation, she’s down to…?

You chime in, “Well, uh it shows you know your stuff, and this was pretty stress-free and… thank you Anne. You milf this, I mean! - You make this look easy.”

“Thanks sweetheart!” her face scrunches up in a smile. You feel her hand on the back of your shoulders and neck, you look up and still can’t believe you’re looking up at the headless body of your real estate agent. “So, what’ll it be?” Her tongue moistens her red lips. “I’m impressed you could put down that payment by yourself with some good financial stability, that’s fantastic! Most folks your age it’s with a parent cosigning, which can get a bit awkward for this part but I think the majority of them secretly like it. Last week I was tossing a college grad’s salad in front of her mom as she waited for her turn!” With that, her body leaves you and shuts the office door to wait on the other side.  You are intrigued and shocked yet turned on by this shift in her.

“As a perk for your first home through me, you get a two-for-one.” Anne playfully rattles off, “So, the classic BJ? Sucking your toes? Nips? Rimjob? You decide. I’m all yours!”

You look around as if this is a prank, though your excitement is now definitely showing through your slacks and she notices with a giggle. “Come on now, let your heart decide. Or that thing in your pants!” She opens her mouth to loll out her tongue, still with a smile curled around the edges and closes her eyes. This was absurd but you couldn’t look away from that flirty forty-something. Her charm was reassuring and you decide, here goes nothing.

You pick up her head tenderly underneath her jawline, it was a bit heavier than you would’ve thought but then again you’re not holding severed heads that often. Did she moan at your touch? Lifting her so your noses are almost touching, you go in and meet her open mouth with yours, delivering a make-out session of pent-up emotions since you pulled out the chair for her at the coffee shop. You held her head tight to your face, both of you letting out noises, growing louder, of your pleasure. You twist her head left and right, your tongue in a battle with hers and exploring where you could reach. Her puffy lips drew him in deeper. She smelled and tasted like strawberries, did she remember you ordered that strawberry tart at coffee? The friction of her tongue slides over yours again and again. You feel a little emboldened, and slowly spin her clockwise. You both open your eyes at this movement and they meet, in an intensely intimate moment washes over you and her. The sparkle in your eyes tells you it’s ok, and you spin her upside down to French her at a new angle, and examine the bottom of her head. It matches the texture and color of her neck’s empty space, there seemed to be something in the middle of it. You were too preoccupied with the feeling of her sucking your lower lip that you move and and spin her back to right side up, pulling away with some residual spit stringing between you and her head. A mutual chuckle is shared as you separate and put her head on the desk.

In a husky tone you hear her, with some of her lipstick smeared, her glasses slightly off-kilter.

Her left eyebrow arched. “Not going for dessert first! Good boy, patience is worth it.”

You ask if she wants you to take off her glasses. She says something along the lines that she’s sure she won’t need them to see what’s next, and you reply back “Good, because you look good in them.” You adjust them back to level on her nose and ears, she is flattered by the words and gesture. With that, she glances down at the tent in your pants.

You caught the hint (was it a hint or a neon sign?). Vaulting from the leather seat, you stand up to unbuckle your belt and drop your drawers, letting it all hit the floor. You unabashedly stand over her with the reveal, pulsing harder in anticipation. You thought you heard knocking at the office door but it didn’t seem urgent and it soon went quiet.

Her eyes widened in assured desire. You ask her, your inhibitions let loose, “What do you want?”

***

Anne had done this so many times before, in this very room, but for some reason this felt new again. He was so innocent, yet so in sync with her even before the gig was up and her head up off her shoulders. She thoroughly liked the time showing him houses and her heart did flutter when his text messages came in with questions about how she was doing before going into the housing search. But now, she admired how she got him so aroused, and how thick it looked, inches from her panting head. The thrill overflowed out of her. She felt helpless as just a head and yet confident in your very capable hands and everything else about him. Anne thinks to herself he’s special. This is more than business.

He towers over her, his cock almost blocking out the dim light from the ceiling above in her view. He asks her, “What do you want?”

Anne looks for his face brimming with a rawness about him. Hushed, she says, “Don’t be so tender this time with lil' old me. I won’t be.”

He bends down to give her one more kiss, and he whispers, “I want to hear you say it.” His fingers caress then pinch her right ear.

Anne replies, in a command but with an edge of pleading, to let him know in no uncertain terms.  “Fuck me. Fuck my face.”

***

With your right hand, you hold the messy bun of her thick hair and push her willing head on the edge of the desk onto your rock hard dick. Those red lips part to welcome you, as you enter quickly and you feel the throbbing within her warm wet hole, she savors the feeling in her tongue for a moment before suctioning hard around you.  You’re sent to another place in your mind, the sight of a decapitated head giving you head unlocking something primal in you. The hardcore humping has your groin bash against her forehead, you try to keep her in one place as you do all the movement. Your hand moves to the top of her head, pushing down to keep her in place. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy, she feels your pounding and switches up her strategy from sucking and instead makes this extra sloppy for the both of you, giving you an almost friction-less experience. God, she was a pro, you think, as she slurps in an almost over the top fashion. She didn’t seem to be in a rush for this to end.

The straining in your legs felt like it was holding you back from release, so you take her head, still attached around your cock, and you sit back into the cushy leather office chair. You now pump her hard up and down the length of your erection, Anne’s chin occasionally slapping against your sack. You vary the tempo and depth until you catch the vibe she wants, and she wants it deep. You can’t take your eyes off of her in this surreal moment, your vigorous thrusts now shaking loose her hair to let it flow around her.  You stroke now in sync with her sucking, her masterful mouth at work, no, it was more like an art. Her mouth firmly at the base of your rod and her throat gulping the tip, she finally opens those eyes you got lost in at the coffee house. Fuck, this was it now. That immense intimacy let loose everything you had, you feel the pulsing against the back of her throat and through her mouth as you gush in bursts and let out “GAH!”. Another oomph from her head hearing your voice and simultaneously feeling the tingle of your warm jizz coat her mouth through the last twitches of your cock.  You feel her gulp quickly to clear it down her throat before it spills out and onto your lap, the sensation feeling pleasurable and painful to you now that you were spent.  You slide her back and with a hearty plop, your penis slides out of her mouth and hits her chin on the way down.  She licks that trail it left, she is a freak and the best damn real estate agent in the tri-county, maybe even more, you think.

In your lap, you hold her head as you both catch your breath. The lines of her face show a satisfied smile.

“Anne, that was amazing.” She softly says thanks and “fuck me that was hot. Thanks for not getting that in my hair or glasses, those are a bitch to clean out and there was a lot!”

You put her hair into a ponytail and hold her in your lap, thumb sliding over her cheek. Master of segues that you thought you were, you proudly tell her, “So, does that cover the cum-ission fee?” with an obvious emphasis on a certain syllable.

She would shake her head in the bad joke’s wake if she could. Her eyes behind the lenses roll and she turns to playfully bite your inner thigh in retaliation. “Just the interest, there’s more I’ll have to cum collect!” she chuckles to herself and you squeeze her head between your legs for a tease.

You set her back on the desk and get your pants back on. She soaks in the sight of you. As you cinch the buckle, she catches the clock on the wall. “Shit, it’s after 5. I think my body left to get ready for spin class and my assistant is out this week.”

You feel a little guilty making her stay late enough that her own body ditched her. That was probably the knocking you heard earlier. She dismisses it, “Don’t feel bad, I’d take riding you over that bike any day. But, we should have enough time to drop me off at my house if that’s OK with you.” You say of course, who were you to say no after that.

***

Her house was probably 25 minutes away in the nice part of town. You offered to strap her into the passenger seat but she doesn’t like the feeling around her neck unless it’s your hands. You grin and offer up your lap instead so she doesn’t roll around, which she happily agrees to.

You two pick up a conversation like old friends. She says she’s got spin class with her daughter Evelyn, who’s also got the ability to detach her body parts like the rest of the family. Your mind races at the mention of it, and she notices your lap try to also perk up, saying she’s trying to work on her own path. Eve, as she calls her, interned last summer with her mom Anne to learn the ropes. Anne continues saying it was a slow market last year for everyone else but having a helping hand, or head, made selling houses easier. “We marketed ourselves as double trouble and let’s just say she learns from the best! You ought to meet her some time!”

You definitely agree, if she’s anything like her mom, well, that would be nice to keep his new house from feeling lonely. Anne explains she’s great with numbers and working on the loan side now with her degree, so to avoid conflict of interest she’s not the first loan agent Anne can recommend. And it’s good for her to learn her own techniques. Anne rattles off she’s more open to using other body parts after a deal is signed, like hands and even feet! You play it off, Anne prying to see if you’re into that. You look down and say, “I’ll just have to see for myself,” to her approval.

You ask if she’s ever worried someone would take her head. She half laughs, saying it’s a loser’s game because not only do I know where that person lives, but guess who put the chief of police, the mayor, and the sheriff in their current homes? She mouths, “moi.” You hurry to make sure you don’t give her that kind of creepy vibe, and she puts you at ease again, “I’ve been doing this a long time so you get to know people. You’re someone I might let take my head away sometime to make sure your house is everything you wanted.” You sigh and pet her hair.

Speaking of which, you ask about how she gets so much business, if offering up blowjobs is what separates her from the pack, couldn’t someone else try it?  Her eyes beam as she talks shop. “That’s where having my body running on like autopilot comes in handy. If Agent Sally comes in face down on a deal in her office, she’s not out there selling or marketing while she’s sucking a homeowner off. I can be closing with a client while my body starts showing the next house. I left it in the car but you remember that necklace I was wearing the other day? It’s a comm necklace so I can start talking to the next client at open houses. Actually, I think my headless body has a better rate of getting deals up to the finish line and I’m just the closer!” You think you might’ve been scared at first but that you would’ve been mesmerized by her if she had started with that route, but mention that you’re glad to have met her head, though you are daydreaming about her headless body showing you a bedroom during a new house tour.

Going on, she talks about home as you are about five minutes from her house. She talks about how her husband’s head is buried in work. Not in a metaphorical sense. His detached head is traveling most the year on consulting projects while his body tends to the house. Anne mentions in passing that there’s some nights where it’s two headless parents making due with their adult children at home, but her son Jason and daughter Eve are used to it, in fact she thinks sometimes they like it better.

You ask if it’s normal for her to be headless overnight, and she explains that for home sales over $1 million, the extra bonus is the new home owners can have her head for the night and drop her off in the morning, and every month she has a lottery draw for her clients for a “dinner” with her head at local supporting restaurants. She says it’s good for retaining customers and staying plugged into the community. You say that he hopes to win a night with her head, and she says I hope so too.

“So they know what your business is about, right? I mean Eve knows but…”

“Of course, they are OK with it. My body’s not for clients, so my headless husband’s got that beheaded bimbo to keep his needs in check from time to time. Though sometimes I miss having someone like that to talk to. And I think it was a little rough on Jason being teased about his mama’s head at first but he knows it’s got grad school paid for and having a mindless maid around the house has its perks. Oh, here we are, there’s an overnight box. It sends a text to my body to let me know I’ve been delivered. You can drive up and put me in there.”

You pulled around the corner to an enormous house set back from the road and up the winding driveway is her nice, luxury SUV running. A young woman that could pass for Anne’s sister climbs into the car, and sure enough you spy Anne’s headless body in her gym clothes walking across the lawn to her ride. Her body waves to you and you wave back as you park by the mailbox.

As you open the drawer for her head return, there’s a note with your name on it. Oh, this was unexpected. Anne asks what’s going on until she sees you take the paper into your car.

“Ooooooh! My body must’ve taken a liking to you. That’s my personal number. Looks like you got more than a house today!”

“But, you said your body’s not for clients, right?”

“I’d say you’re more than a client, friend, and my body thinks so, too.”

You blush, thinking back to the office. “Did you wear that strawberry lipstick for me? Because I had that tart when we first met.”

“You do pay attention to the details, very good. That was my body’s idea, but I had to taste test it on her first. You know, I’m so glad you are such a good guy, it’s so easy to connect with you. Coffee at your place next time?”

You feel the rush of another new high inside you, which manifests in your pants too, your arousal revitalized and bumping against the underside of her neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” she almost squeals, she was hoping her body was catching the vibes from her head’s feelings toward him. “One more for the road?” She puckers her lips.

You think, you’d need to swing by the store and get a new coffee machine after dropping her off. But that passes quickly, focused on the head of your real estate agent on your lap. You pick her up and hold her for a long open mouthed kiss, your hands tracing under her neck to give her shivers. Your thumb must’ve gone over that little spot you saw earlier. You end your kiss and hold her close to your face.

“Oh, ahh, careful now,” she almost purrs, “I don’t usually fuck in the neckhole until the third date! So, you better hurry up and set up date number two!”