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Fifteen years on the job and I was getting restless. I loved police work but I was yearning for some of the creature comforts unavailable to someone on a cop's salary. With overtime I was pulling in around forty thousand a year, but I was sure I could do better. My friend of many years, Jack Winker, had left the job well before I did and got involved in real estate, ultimately landing the job of project manager for a construction company in the northern end of the county. He worked for a California company whose plan was to build, market and sell housing of all kinds in an area bereft of affordable places to live. Jack opened a small office within walking distance of the property to be developed. Since I was a member of the County Major Crimes Strike Force, I retained jurisdiction even though I was ten miles away from my own headquarters. So, I stopped in to bullshit with Jack regularly. The office was basically one room with a desk for Jack, one for his secretary and a couch on which Jack took frequent naps. His golden Lab was ever-present and could be found lying on the couch with Jack or on the rug next to him.
The first couple of times I visited Jack, it was just him and Buster (the dog) present. He was searching for a secretary, but had not yet found a suitable one. Jack took me for a ride in his jeep to show me the property, which was both beautiful and huge. The job had all the earmarks of a success. I always enjoyed spending an hour or so with Jack, who I had known since 7th grade. He was very bright and had a sense of humor that was truly unique.
One night I was sitting home in my apartment and I got a call from Jack. "Hey, if you're in the neighborhood tomorrow, stop in; I have something to show you. Maybe we can catch some lunch." He wouldn't give me any further info, so I was quite curious. The following day, I drove up to Jack's office. As soon as I opened the door I saw what he had to show me: his new secretary. Wow! I'll always remember how she smelled. It reached me halfway across the room. I don't remember the name but it might easily have been Chanel's Instant Hardon.
Misty was everything I expected in Jack Winker's secretary; stunning, almost Greek looking with dark curly hair. She had a pair of great big tits, inviting lips, brilliant white teeth and green eyes. She was also, I later learned, quite a good typist. Misty was wearing a relatively modest mini-skirt with black stockings and a not-so-modest tight top and obviously no bra as her nipples were clearly visible. Once we were introduced it was difficult not to stare at this goddess. The three of us sat around chatting for a half hour or so, until Jack declared that it was now lunch time. We walked a couple of blocks to the inn and enjoyed a fine lunch.
The topic of our lunch conversation was Misty. It happened that Jack met her in the very inn in which we were dining. She lived a block away. Misty had just gotten divorced from her high school sweetheart, with whom she had one child, a 9-year old daughter. She was in her early 30's. In the course of their conversation, Misty mentioned to Jack that she was about to re-enter the work force and that she had been, in her pre-marital life, a secretary. Jack hired her on the spot, never even inquiring about her qualifications. To Jack, she was qualified simply on the basis of her bra size and the notion that he might one day have the opportunity to fuck her.
Fast forward five years and I am now working for Jack in sales. My income was 6 times what it was as a cop. Jack has become wildly successful and is now the president of the company, whose sales exceeded $100 million a year. Misty was still his secretary, except that now it is the worst kept secret in town that she and Jack are having an affair. Jack was brazen bastard if ever there was one. His office was on the first floor of an old house. Directly outside his window was a Victorian-style porch. He would usher Misty into his office and lock the door, so he could enjoy a morning or afternoon quickie without being interrupted. He often invited me and some of the other guys to go out onto the porch and watch through the window as Jack undraped those monstrous tits before Misty sucked him off. He set his desk up so he could see the window but she couldn't, as she pleasured him. After a while, it got pretty crowded out on that porch as even the occasional female employee would stop by for a peek. Misty obviously had great technique and it rarely took more than five minutes to get Jack off. Jack compensated Misty by giving her a little extra under the table and buying her a new car every three years.
During this five year period, Misty and I became good friends, often flirting shamelessly with each other. She would "accidentally" rub her tits on my arm or put her hand on my thigh just short of my aching hardon. I wanted her. She knew it and played me for all she was worth. I remember her touching her tits briefly when she knew I was watching. If I called the office and she answered, she'd tell me she was thinking about me and masturbating. But, if I made any kind of serious move at her, she backed away. "Maybe tomorrow." Once, she got me to help her move something for her, promising "to make all your dreams come true," and then I got the old tomorrow line. And, of course, tomorrow never came. She was hard not to like but it was frustrating playing these games with her.
One occasion that I will never forget occurred on the occasion of Jack's purchase of a new Italian sports car. He asked me if I wanted to take a ride and I said sure. Jack explained he had some papers to drop off at Misty's. So, off we went. It only took a couple of minutes to get there, especially with Jack cranking 100+ mph. He parked in the driveway, left the car running and said "I'll be right out." I had a newspaper that I read from cover-to-cover in about 20 minutes. Jack was still not back. So, I got out and went in the side door, which led to the kitchen in this older Cape Cod. "Jack, what the fuck is taking you?'
"I'm in the living room, come on in." Sounded reasonable.
I found my way to the living room and there's Jack, sitting on the couch grinning from ear-to-ear. His pants were at his ankles and kneeling between his legs was Misty, who was wearing only panty hose, while sucking Jack's cock. She didn't look up; didn't try to cover up. She just kept on sucking. Jack engaged me in normal conversation as I sat down on an adjacent arm chair, which happened to have a pretty good view of the action. Misty worked Jack's cock with her right hand as she sucked. Jack and I discussed a sale I had made when he said "hang on a minute." He leaned his head back, closed his eyes and came in Misty's mouth. I had seen Misty give Jack a blow job a few times from the porch, but this was real close up to the action. Misty swallowed every drop and gradually slowed down on the stimulation until Jack was finished, licking the final drop of cum from his cock before standing up and walking into her bedroom as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She emerged two minutes later, wearing a red silky looking shorty robe. She looked stunning, in a slutty kind of way. I was flabbergasted.
Jack hitched up his pants, gave Misty a peck on the cheek and we were off. I waved goodbye to Misty and she gave me a wicked smile, almost as if to say: "You may have seen me suck him off, but you'll never get it from me. So suffer."
When we got back in the car Jack expounded on Misty's skills. "Man, nobody gives better head than her. I think she loves me but all I need is a secretary and an occasional blow job. I know you lust for her, at least that's what she tells me."
"I've never made a secret of that. She's as hot as a pistol. Now that I've seen her in action from just a few feet away, I gotta figure a way to get her in bed."
"Good luck with that. She told me she likes you a lot but she likes fucking with you even more. She's a major league tease and loves to manipulate guys without coming through for them. But, if you can find a way, more power to you. It will certainly be something you won't soon forget. I guarantee that."
"I could see that."
"She was resistive to me for the longest time. Finally, we were alone in the old office, kissing and petting, when I decided to go for broke. I took my cock out and from that moment, everything changed. She is mesmerized by a hard cock; loses all will power and self control."
"Wow! That's very interesting." I doubted I would ever do it, being no where near as aggressive as Jack was. But, it was good to keep in the back of my mind.
