The Finder - Sex Stories

The Finder

"You have reached your destination" my female sat nav assistant confidently told me as I inched toward the towering wrought iron gates, leaning out and punching in the key code the gothic style gates groaned as they began to swing inward begrudgingly allowing my access.

Ravens squarked and flew overhead, I wouldn't be surprised if the place had featured in a Hammer House of Horror film, but my god it was impressive.

The young couple who followed me in their bling Range Rover are my prospective buyers, they are in rented with an obscene amount of money ready to be spent on the right property and I was sure this one ticked all the boxes.

The drive coiled around the mansion house and when it finally came into view I was hoping they would be stopped in their tracks.

Exiting the car my brown brogues crunched on the gravel drive as I neared the impressive oak front door with its elaborate gothic work iron strap hinges, looking up I scanned the Victorian red brick facade, a truly impressive country house with so much character it seemed to seep from the mullioned windows.

I turned and saw that my buyers were rooted to the spot gawping at the country pile in front of them.

"Fuck me" the husband muttered then called over "Hey David you're sure this is in our price range."

I was here to meet Crispin Fitzroy a local legend in country real estate, if it wasn't worth a few million he definitely wasn't your man.

And I was here to possibly be of a more personal ...

... service..... if I chose to.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me explain how I got to be here in the first place.

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I am David, a six foot English blond haired blue eyed sort of gentleman who tries to keep in good shape, a moderately successful property dealer and entrepreneur, now in my early fifties and single.

I live comfortably enough with a healthy rental portfolio, I have a nice car, wear classic British tailoring and enjoy a busy social life. I have "interviewed" a few ladies over the years but after a couple of messy divorces my interest has waned, basically I am happy with my lot.

The past decade have seen my sexual interactions controlled by my own hand and I have often strayed into more, lets say "unusual" porn content. Anyway enough about my sexual orientation for the time being.

A few years ago I was introduced to the world of property "finders" who have a little black book of high net worth clients looking for their dream home, they are invariably city dwellers with no free time looking to escape into the country with the wife or husband and 2.4 children, usually named Tabitha, Hugo or Mercedes for the nouveau riche.

They give me a criteria, number of bedrooms, distance to a mainline train station, a paddock for the pony perhaps, you get the drift. But the best bit is no financial outlay for yours truly and when the deal is sealed I receive a nice 0.75%, wait I hear you say that's a meagre sum, ...