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 Foreclosure

   I love my two jobs.  When the economy is good I sell high end real
estate, and I'm damn good at it.  When the economy is bad I own a company
that contracts with banks to look after delinquent mortgages.  I'm kind of
a parole officer for the mortgagee.  I keep in touch with them to work out
ways to keep out of foreclosure.  I also keep the bank advised on a way
forward, if any, to bring payment up to date.  This gives me amazing power
in a homeowner's life.

   It's always interesting in visiting people that I supervise.  Many will
go to great lengths to keep their house.  I have a little trick that I play
on my first visit; but only if one of the owners is an attractive female. I
make suggestive comments to her, always looking at her tits or legs.  I
sometimes even get a little handsey, touching her shoulder or waist.  I
make sure that both wife and husband know that fucking the wife is
something that I would like to do.  Then I ask to use the bathroom, leaving
the husband and wife alone, but with a recorder that I have conveniently
left on, out of sight in my briefcase.

   When I return from the bathroom I tell them that I have to make a phone
call, removing the recorder, that looks like a phone, from my briefcase and
walking outside.

   If their recorded conversation tells me they are really pissed off, and
talk about reporting me to someone, I become very professional and straight
forward for the rest of my visit with them.  I'm in no hurry.  They
probably won't get the mortgage up to date, so I'll be back again and
again. They may become more cooperative.

   Sometimes, like last month, with Mr.  John Reeves and his wife Sara,
things work out more to my liking.  They are a couple in their mid 30s.  He
is Ivy League, and had major plans to become the latest .com billionaire.
She is a former college cheerleader.  She spends her time on charity work
and other social activities.  They bought a larger house than they could
afford, knowing that it was just a matter of time before this would be just
one of several houses they would own.

   Unfortunately the economy went south.  Mr.  Reeve's .com company filed
for chapter 11 bankruptcy and is just barely surviving.  They are three
months in arrears on the mortgage payment, and I have been given their file
to follow their case, and make recommendations to the bank on the best way
to proceed.

   I called them, setting an appointment; advising that I would need to
meet with both of them at their home.  I got the usual bullshit: "this is
not a big deal; we'll be up to date on the payment in a couple of months,
etc.etc."

   I was greeted at the door by Mrs.  Reeves, a very pretty blonde, who
obviously spent a lot of time at the gym.  She was wearing a tight dress
that came to just above her knees, and fit her large breasts very nicely,
with just a hint of cleavage.  As I handed her my business card I quite
obviously eyed her breasts and legs.  She extended her right hand to shake,
and I took her hand in first my right hand, then added my left hand, making
small talk, but holding her hand far longer than she would expect, as I
continued to eye her body up and down.  She obviously was taken aback by
this, but didn't move.

   Mrs.  Reeves invited me into the living room, where Mr.  John Reeves
stood, and we made introductions.  I kept my gaze on Mrs.  Reeve's tits and
legs most of the time, as required small talk was continued.

   I explained that I had been retained by the bank to review the Reeves
situation on an ongoing basis, and make recommendations concerning how the
bank should proceed.

   After a short time I sat my top opening briefcase on the coffee table,
slightly open, with the recorder turned on.  "May I use your bathroom?" Mr.
Reeves politely said that it was just down the hall.

   I waited in the bathroom for about three minutes, long enough for the
couple to communicate to each other their initial impression of our
meeting. Upon returning to the living room I apologized that I needed to
make a quick phone call, reaching into my briefcase for my phone
(recorder), and stepping outside.

   Pretending to make a call, I instead listened to the couple's
conversation.

   "John, did you see the way he continually looked at me.  I felt like a
piece of meat" "Sara, it's probably just his way.  I'm sure he means
nothing by it.  Just be sure that we don't do anything to piss him off. 
Can you imagine having to explain to our friends that we lost our house in
foreclosure, and that we have to move to an apartment.  "We're just
starting to get into social circles that will help our future.

   "But John, what do I do if he continues to be so aggressive." John
replied, "just play along with him.  He has to give us a good
recommendation with the bank; he has to!  He just has to!!  He'll he gone
shortly."

   I'm sure I had a smirk on my face when I went back in.

   "Mrs.  Reeves, why don't you show me the rest of the house.  I need to
see it to complete my report."

   Mrs.  Sara Reeves started walking down the hallway with me right behind
her.  Mr.  Reeves followed a few paces back, as she pointed out the various
rooms as we passed.  I said, "Mrs.  Reeves, Sara, if I may call you Sara,
what I really need to see is the master bedroom.  She jumped slightly at
this, but continued down the hall, going into the master bedroom.  I
followed her in and immediately closed the door behind me, leaving Mr. 
Reeves standing in the hall.

   I didn't lock the door, giving Mr.  Reeves the opportunity to come in if
he wanted.  The door didn't open!  I knew he was standing just outside the
bedroom wandering what to do next.  He did nothing!!"

   At the sound of the door closing Mrs.  Reeves stopped and just stood
there, not turning around, not sure what to do next.  I came up behind her
and said, "here let me help you with that" as I unzipped her dress down the
back.  I'm sure the sound of that zipper carried into the hallway, but
still the door didn't open.

   Sara Reeves was panicked, but continued to just stand there as I pushed
the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.  I then
unhooked her bra, and pushed it off of her shoulders.

   I could hear her whimpering, as I reached both arms around her, each
hand cupping a breast.

   I played with her nipples for a short time, then still behind her,
reached down and pushed her panties to the floor, leaving her with just her
shoes on.

   I reached my right hand around her again, and gently moved a finger up
and down her neatly trimmed slit.

   Finally she pleaded, "please, please, can't we work this out another
way. We'll be able to pay the mortgage in another month, please."

   I didn't say a word, just moved her to the side of the bed, and sat her
down, this time standing right in front of her.

   Tears were running down her cheek as I unbuckled my belt.  I'm sure the
sound of the second zipper, mine, could be heard in the hallway.  Still the
door didn't open.

   "Take it out" I commanded!

   Sara Reeves slowly pulled my pants and underwear down until she could
reach my cock, slowly exposing it as she held it in her hand.

   "Take it in your mouth Sara.  " I said this loud enough that I'm sure it
could be heard by the husband, but still nothing from him.

   Sara finally put her mouth on the tip of my cock, and ran her tongue
along it slightly.  This little amount of cock sucking would be good enough
for this time.  I'm sure she'll do better on my next visit.

   As I pushed her onto her back I dropped to my knees, with my mouth on
her pussy.  She gave out a gasp when my tongue touched her clit.  Her
husband had to hear that.

   As I continued with my tongue running between her hole and her clit,
-mmmmg, aamg, ohhhhhh, ohhhhh.  I didn't know, but I hoped that John Reeves
hadn't previously heard these sounds when he ate her, if he ever did.

   In other circumstances she would have reached orgasm quickly, but I knew
she wouldn't this time.  Maybe on my next visit.  I moved up onto her and
slid my cock into her now very moist pussy.

   I couldn't hold back any more.  I did manage to say quite loudly,
"that's it, fuck me back, work that pussy," for the benefit of her husband;
whom I'm sure was listening intently.  I was lieing, and mostly she was
just lying there, with tears in her eyes, letting me fuck her, but I was
certainly enjoying having my cock buried in her.

   She did manage to say, "please pull out, don't cum in me," but there was
no way that was going to happen.  I dumped cum as deep in her pussy as my
rather sizeable cock would reach.

   As I got off of her she slowly curled up in a fetal position; the tears
that had been in her eyes while I was fucking her turned to crying.  She
could now feel the cum running out of her pussy down the crack in her ass.

   She did manage to ask me, "Since I let you do that to me, will you
please work with us so we can keep our house.  Please, we can't be kicked
out of our house?  Our whole life will be ruined."

   "Sara, I'll give you a positive recommendation.  Try to make at least a
partial payment this month."

   "Also, I'll check in with you in a couple of weeks to see how you're
doing.  I would appreciate it if you would shave your pussy by then.  I
like bald pussy."

   She started crying harder, realizing that having me buried in her pussy
was not a one-time thing; as I pulled up my pants, opened the door and
walked down the hallway.  John Reeves had gone back to the living room.  He
was sitting there with his head in his hands, but looked up just in time to
see me zipping up my pants.

   "I think our first meeting went quite well, don't you John?  I got just
what I was looking for in order to be able to recommend that the bank takes
no action at this time.  I'll check in on you in a couple of weeks."

   I laid seventy dollars on the table next to John.  "Sara is a great
girl. I think you should buy her something nice before my next visit, maybe
a sexy negligee."

   I filed my report with the bank, and later noticed in a report that the
Reeves had made a payment covering the late fees for the month.

   It had been a couple of weeks since my visit and thoughts of Mrs.  Sara
Reeves started coming up; so I dialed their number.  John Reeves answered.
"John, I'm going to need to come back to your house to update my
recommendation, to the bank.  I'd like to stop by at 2:00 tomorrow if you
both will be home.  If you can't be there I'm sure that Sara can handle the
interview by herself." I detected dread in his voice; "I can be home at
that time.  Is it necessary for Sara to be here?  I can show you anything
you need."

   I quickly responded, "Oh yes, I really need Sara's input into the
situation.  Were you able to buy something nice for her with the money I
left you?" I heard a very despondent, "I'll do that today."

   John Reeves answered the door, and not saying a word held it open as I
walked in.  We went into the living room where Sara was sitting, looking
very self conscious in a brand new sexy negligee.

   I said with a happy voice, "it's good to see you again.  Stand up, let's
see how you look." She self consciously stood up.  "Did you do as I
requested."

   "Yes," she replied sheepishly.  John didn't know what I meant by this.
"Show us," I commanded.  "Right here" she asked?  "Sure," I said.  "You and
I have no secrets that we can't share with John." Sara slightly raised the
top the negligee, and pulled the leg of the panties open, revealing a
freshly shaved pussy.

   I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her down the hall; this time
not paying any attention to the other rooms, as we headed for the master
bedroom.  I yelled back at the husband to come with us.  There was no need
for him to only hear what was going on while standing outside the door in
the hallway.  He might as well watch.

   Sara just stood in the middle of the bedroom, tears running down her
cheeks as she waited for orders.  I motioned for John to take a seat across
the room.

   I started lifting the negligee top off of Sara, as she accommodated me
by lifting her arms straight up.  She was completely nude as I pushed the
panties to the floor.

   I had planned to do all kind of things with pretty Sara.  I was going to
let hubby see her give me a blow job.  I was going to eat her pussy with
him watching.  However, looking at this pretty woman, all I wanted to do is
just fuck her, sticking my cock as far inside her as it would go.

   I was out of my pants in no time.  As I pushed her onto her back on the
bed I pushed her knees up to her shoulders and worked my cock into her.  I
finally found some dampness and shoved completely into that warm pussy.

   It did seem that pretty Sara moved with me a little, but it was probably
just from discomfort until we worked up some lubrication.  She isn't slutty
enough to show any passion, especially with hubby sitting a few feet away.

   That was the last time I ever saw that pretty little girl.

   I have an associate in my company that recently picked up the contract
to supervise two delinquent mortgages, both co-signed by a husband, and a
very pretty wife.

   My associate isn't as forward as I am, and gets nervous when finding out
just how far a wife will go to keep her house.  I was pretty sure I could
get into the pants of one of these women, and hopefully both; so I traded
him Sara, a sure thing, for the two new maybes.

   I called the Reeves and advised them that they would have another person
supervising their delinquent mortgage; that I had gone over the file with
the new person; and that he would expect to handle their account just like
I had.

   I understand that he fucked Sara several times before John Reeves
finally got a very good job, and they were able to pay the mortgage up to
date.

   I hope husband John appreciates the fact that Sara's sweet pussy kept
them in their house, and in the social circles so important to him.

   I'll bet I could fuck little Sara any time I wanted, just by threatening
to tell their friends what I know.  But alas, I'm just too nice a guy.