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 Title: Private Security
Author: JPark
Summary: Old mistakes can come back to haunt you.
Keywords: nc,wife,coercion

   I used to be a pretty good cop.  Maybe my moral code would exclude me
from cop of the year, but I didn't think it was that bad.

   Anyway, after a couple of episodes that they thought were over the line,
the force and I agreed that my talents could be better used in something
other than police work.

   Several weeks after leaving the force I was approached by a recruiter.
He was looking for someone to fill a security job at a large company.  The
company dealt with a lot of proprietary items, and needed to be assured of
employee loyalty, especially at the management level.  Company secrets had
leaked in the past, causing a lot of finger pointing, and most importantly,
lost revenue.

   I reported directly to the head of human resources, and only a few very
high executives knew what I was doing.

   It took about a year to get to know who was who, where they played,
social circles they were in, etc.  I got to know who followed the gossip,
who knew the ancient backgrounds of the employees, who was best friends
with whom etc.

   Over time, I discovered a few suspicious activities, such as a mid level
manager whose wife worked for a competitor.  I reported that in my weekly
report.

   What I didn't report, because it had no bearing on employee loyalty was
what I found about people who were hiding secrets.  I didn't much care
about the guy who was a closet gay, or the 60 year old wife of a senior
executive who was a former escort.  Their secrets had no effect on the
company, or benefit to me.

   Of the most interest to me were the secrets of attractive wives,
girlfriends, daughters.  These secrets may or may not have interest to the
company, but certainly made my job more interesting.

   A few weeks ago I discovered that a senior manager, Mack Summers, had
been successfully sued by a former employer for embezzlement.  The suit was
settled, with part of the settlement being a nondisclosure agreement.  The
suit was in another state, and in civil court, so it hadn't been discovered
when he was hired.  Knowledge of this would surely get him fired.  What
kept me from just reporting this information to my boss was that I had been
in Mack Summers' office, and seen the picture of his very attractive wife
on his desk.

   I decided to show up at the couple's house unexpectedly, and just see
what happened.

   Joan Summers answered the door.  She was a little older than I
preferred, maybe around 50, but she had a gorgeous figure, and attractive
face.  She obviously worked very hard on her appearance.

   I told her that I was a co-worker of her husband, and would like to
speak to him.  She invited me in and showed me to the living room, then
went to get her husband.  They returned together, then she started to
leave. I said "please stay Mrs.  Summers, what I have to say may be of
interest to you also."

   Mack Summers knew me, but only knew that I was employed with the company
in the human resources department.  He didn't know that my real job was
spying on other employees.

   He was obviously curious why I was in his house, but didn't ask.  After
some small talk I took the old law suit from my pocket and placed it on the
coffee table, as I advised them of my real position in the company.

   Both of them were startled as they immediately recognized the heading on
the legal document.  Mack Summers jumped to his feet and exclaimed, "where
did you get that." I responded, "it doesn't matter where I got it, if I
give it to the company you will be fired immediately." Joan Summer's hands
immediately covered her face, "I knew we couldn't keep it a secret.  We
can't afford for you to lose your job.  At our age we can't start over."
She bent forward; her head almost in her lap, and started softly crying.

   It struck Mack Summers that I was in their house talking about the
document, not in the corporate headquarters.  In desperation he said, "we
have some money.  Is there any way that we can keep this secret?" Joan
quickly looked up with interest, "please, please, we can't afford for Mack
to lose his job!"

   I normally would have stretched this conversation out, watching both of
them squirm, but they didn't seem to be bad people.  "I don't want your
money.  I have all the money I need.  Mrs.  Summer, may I call you Joan,
would you give me a tour of your house.  I would love to see your master
bedroom.  "

   Startled, they said almost in unison, "are you saying what it sounds
like."

   I stood up and said, "I'm going to the kitchen to see if you have any
beer in your fridge.  Let me know within 10 minutes if you want me to come
back in and continue the conversation, or get out of your house.  If I
don't hear from you by then, I'll assume you want me to leave."

   Fortunately, I found a beer in their refrigerator, and sat down to drink
it.  10 minutes later I was thinking of leaving, and worried about me also
losing my job, if he decided to tell the company about my proposition. 
Just as I got up to leave Mack Summer came in.  "Please come back to the
living room."

   I followed him in, and we both took a seat.  Joan Summer was staring at
the wall with tears in her eyes.  She didn't once look my way.

   Mack said, "we will agree to this once, but it must be just quick
intercourse, almost fully clothed in a dark room."

   I very politely replied, "No, what it will be is a blow job, after
which, if I desire, I will eat her pussy, with both of us naked.  Then I
will roughly fuck her till I fill her pussy with my cum.  Also, I'll be
back about once a month, possibly with one or more friends, and we'll fuck
her as much as we want, each time we visit.

   "Do we have a deal, or do I take the documents to company management?"

   There was just desperation silence from both.

   I got up and took a step to the door, when Mack said, "wait, can we have
a few days to think about this."

   At this point I knew I had won.  "There's nothing to think about. 
Either Joan agrees, knowing that she will be thoroughly fucked in your
bedroom right now, or I leave."

   Again there was stunned silence.  I started to turn toward the door and
this time it was Joan who said, "WAIT!  We can't be unemployed.  We'll lose
everything.  Please, do we have any other options?"

   "No other options!" "Mack," I said, "you can come and watch me fuck your
wife or not, it doesn't matter to me." He just turned away and stared at
the wall.  I walked over to his wife and pulled her to her feet.  I had a
pretty good idea where the master bedroom was, as I pulled her down the
hall until I found it.  I left the door open, in case Mack decided to watch
his wife get her slit filled.

   Leaving the shaking wife in the middle of the room, I started to get
undressed.  When my rock hard cock appeared she whimpered slightly, knowing
that it was shortly going to be inside her.

   I unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it off of her shoulders, letting it
fall to the floor.  I removed her bra, exposing tits that showed much
better than I expected.  I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor,
leaving her in just her panties.

   "Take them off," I commanded.  "Let's see what that pussy looks like."
She hesitated, then slowly complied, revealing a neatly trimmed bush.  She
quickly put an arm across her breasts, the other hand over her crotch.

   As I stood in front of her I told her to put her arms down, then took
her hand and wrapped her fingers around my rigid cock.

   I played with her breasts, making circles around each nipple, then moved
a hand to her pussy.  "Spread your legs," I said, rather harshly.  As she
reluctantly complied, I ran my fingers over her slit.

   Sitting on the side of the bed, I pushed Joan to her knees.  At this
point she knew what was expected, and slowly took it in her hand, then put
the tip into her mouth.  She had sucked cock before, and gradually put more
and more into her mouth.  She needed no coaching, and I let her work on my
cock for as long as I could without cuming.

   I got off the bed and lifted her up.  Turning, I laid her on the bed
with her legs off the side.  Getting on my knees I put each leg on my
shoulders, and started to run my tongue slowing up and down her slit.  Then
my tongue separated her lips, and then gently ran across her clit.

   She was fighting it, but I felt her body shudder, as a soft moan escaped
her lips.

   I couldn't wait any longer, and rapidly mounted her.  It took longer to
get fully into her than I thought it would.  I assumed, after licking her
pussy it would be well lubed.  Then I realized that she was wet, but had
the tightest pussy I had ever had.

   She wouldn't let herself respond to my cock, just lying there as I
pounded into her.  Finally, I couldn't last any longer, filling her with
cum.

   Nothing was said.  She lay on her bed curled up as I got dressed.

   When I came back into the living room Mack was still in the same chair,
still staring at the wall.  As I walked out I said, "man, your wife has the
tightest pussy I've ever had, and I've had many.  I'll be back on the same
day next month, probably with a friend.  I have this buddy that I owe money
to.  He loves older women, and will be thrilled to take Joan's pussy in
payment of my debt.  You can either be here or not, but have her wear
something sexy so she can strip for us."