I was coming to the end of a long, hard day. I’d already completed five repossessions and as I searched for the house, I was glad that this would be the last of the day.
I can’t say that I’m one of those guys who absolutely loves their job but, after twelve years in the armed services there wasn’t a massive amount of choice available – I could drive a tank but there’s not much call for that on your average Main Street! I had been offered a lot of security work at nightclubs and that sort of thing but I wasn’t over-impressed. So when a friend asked me to help him out with his re-possession company I thought that it sounded interesting. The work is hard and the hours are long but the pay suits me well and there’s rarely much trouble – at least not much that a guy of my build can’t handle; most people seem to see reason very quickly when the see a 6’ 3’’ bald-headed man coming towards them!
As I drew up outside the house, the large container van that we use to carry off furniture pulled up behind me. I looked up at the large house and re-checked the address. This wasn’t the usual type of low-rent housing that we normally dealt with. Whoever lived here had money – or at least, they USED to have money. I shrugged. It didn’t matter to me. I wouldn’t let thinking get in the way. It was just another job that had to be done.
My heavy-handed knocks were almost immediately answered by a neatly dressed guy in his late twenties. I explained who I was and why I was there in a brusque, efficient manner and half pushed the guy aside, virtually inviting myself into the house. I looked around me and saw an attractive woman of about the same age lurking at the back of the hall – obviously the guys’ wife, I thought. My earlier assumptions had been right; at some time these people must have had money. Expensive looking drapes covered the triple-glazed windows and my boots sank into the thick pile carpet stretching out in front of me. But there seemed little else of value in the house; either these people were heavily into a “minimalist” look or, more likely, I thought, they had already sold off a lot of their possessions to cover their mounting debts.
Presenting the young husband with the paperwork and my authorization to enter his house and repossess “goods to the value”, I indicated to my two assistants in the van to come in and start shifting what little furniture there was. The whole procedure took less than an hour and for the whole time, the husband and wife simply stood by and watched as my guys shifted and I ticked off items on my checklist.
“We need to talk.” I said sternly to the couple as I waved the van and its contents off as it started its journey back across town to our depot. “I’ve given you a very fair allowance for what we’ve taken, but you still come up well short. Isn’t there anything else you can let me take?”
I looked around me again as both the man and woman shook their heads silently. I saw that the young wife was leaning up against the lounge wall and was trying to cover a bag or briefcase behind her. She jolted upright when she saw that I’d noticed she was hiding something.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the case.
“Oh please. Don’t take my computer.” She whined. “It’s all I’ve got left.” She looked over at her husband, a scowl of anger and distrust clear on her pretty face.
“And none of this is my fault!” She spat. I wasn’t really sure if she was talking to me or to her husband.
“Please let me keep my computer.” She begged turning back to me. “At least I’ll be able to do some work then.”
I eyed her closely as her face changed and a broad smile crossed her face. She had obviously had an idea that she thought might work. She walked slowly over to me before continuing in a soft, whispered voice.
“Let me keep the computer? You could just forget that you’d seen it, couldn’t you?”
I looked directly at her. She was no more than a foot away from me and I could smell her perfume mixed with the acrid scent of desperation. She was certainly a good-looking woman and knew how to dress. Her patterned skirt was fashionably tight; clinging to her hips and the brief top that she wore barely covered her midriff. It was also clear that she had not worn a bra under it!
“Why would I want to do that?” I asked slowly, just remembering to answer her earlier question.
Suddenly her hand touched my arm. It was a brief touch but it still sent a surge of electricity through me. The erection that had formed beneath my pants told me that I wanted this woman. Really wanted her.
“Because you could have me instead.” She said plainly.
They were the words that I wanted to hear. Never before had I succumbed to these sort of temptations at work – There had been plenty of them; women were always offering me blow-jobs in return for being able to retain their meagre possessions. But this was different. This woman was having an incredible effect on me and overlooking a laptop computer seemed to be a small price to pay for what promises lay ahead.
“But Sonia…” The husband started.
With a flick of her head, the mans’ wife suddenly turned on him. She did not speak. Her dark, forbidding expression said all that was needed to be said and silenced her husband immediately.
“Ignore him.” Sonia said, flicking her tousled brown hair back so that she was looking at me again. “It’s all his fault anyway. It’s about time he suffered a bit. Maybe watching you take me will teach him a long overdue lesson.
“But Sonia….”
“Shut the fuck up, Justin!” Sonia shouted. “You always were a useless fuck anyway. Just watch and you might just learn something!”
Turning back to me again, Sonia led me over to the last remaining chair in the house and indicated that I should sit. By now, this woman had me completely captivated. Usually I prefer to dominate but her proximity as she sat on my lap was having such an effect on me. I felt a little strange having her husband in the same room and watching us, but I quickly realised that there wasn’t much I wouldn’t put up with to have this beautiful woman.
My hand traced a soft, gentle pattern through her skirt and on to her thigh and my lips were inexorably drawn to the strip of bare skin on her flat stomach that was revealed by the cropped blouse. I heard her moan softly as I kissed the warm flesh and knew that she was probably feeling as excited as I was.
Slowly and carefully I pulled up her top; inch by inch. My lips brushed the ever-expanding area of revealed skin as I travelled upwards. I could sense rather than see the swell of the underside of her breasts and I heard another – more urgent – moan as I eventually lifted the top and exposed both of her firm, round breasts. The skin actually felt quite hot as I continued to kiss Sonia’s tits. I rolled her hard, pointed nipples in my mouth and smiled as I heard her moaning persist. My hand had slid under her skirt and was moving up her thigh slowly. She was smooth; very soft and silky under my touch and I could almost feel the heat from her pussy as my hand neared her panties.
“Take them off, baby.” I whispered. I was forever aware of her husband – Justin, I think she called him – watching every move I made, but my words were for Sonia alone.
Sonia smiled at me as she stood. Her breasts were now fully exposed and seemed to rise and fall as she breathed heavily. Her hands grasped the tight hem of her skirt and wriggled it upwards, revealing the smallest pair of pink thong panties I had ever seen; the material barely covered her pussy and it was quite clear that she kept her pubic hair very well trimmed. As she slowly rolled the flimsy briefs down her long, tanned legs I saw a small patch of neatly cut hair come into view. As Sonia stepped out of her panties her legs parted for a moment and the pink labia pouted slightly. I licked my lips feverishly and swallowed hard.
“Have you got something for me then?” Sonia purred sexily as she looked down at me.
In a flash I was standing and yanking my jeans open. I pulled the zipper down as fast as I could and shimmied my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock stood out proud and hard from my body as I watched Sonia kneel at my feet.
I groaned deeply feeling the glorious sensations as Sonia’s delicate fingers guiding my throbbing tool into her hot, wet mouth. She closed her lips around my cock head and hummed softly sending shivers up and down my spine as her tongue flitted exquisitely along my shaft. Her fingernails teased the sensitive skin under my scrotum making me gasp for breath. A mixture of my pre-cum and Sonia’s saliva coated the head of my cock and every time that she slipped me out from between her pretty lips I could see the silvery streaks along the sides of my shaft.
“Oh my God!”
The voice from the other side of the room suddenly reminded me that Justin, Sonia’s young husband was still watching us. I wondered how a man could sit there while his sexy wife sucked on a strangers cock – essentially for money. I guess it takes all sorts, I thought to myself.
