THE CONTRACT



My epithet is Brittany. I was refreshful out of college, 22 class old, and got my low practiced job as a sales apprentice with a spiritualist sized ship's company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting sales meetings. BASIC reinforcement functions for the sale section. It's a fairly high pressure section as many of the deals they make are deserving hundreds of thousands and sometimes million of dollars.

My boyfriend, Jared, and I met in college. We just moved in together and plan to get married in a few eld, once our careers are more established. We're perfect for each other ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a young couple, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

microphone Mother Jones and Richard Collins are the owner of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the swelled deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in recent calendar month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a hard study ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A couple of the female office proletarian act a little green-eyed towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my looks. It upset me a piffling, how shoal and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the last workweek I've been working on a very authoritative intro. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very large twist fellowship, is coming in. Mr. Casey Jones and Mr. Collins will dedicate the gross sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important quite a little, and we need to put in whatever attempt is necessary to take a crap sure things go right.

The morning comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a marvelous, very rambunctious New House of York Italian man who's well built body looks like he's spent his life in the construction industriousness. He has salt-n-pepper hair, slicked back and a thick grayness mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. Casey Jones introduces a few of his staff. When he gets to me, I put out my hand to shake. Mr. Carlucci looks me up and down, takes it and says"oh…hello gorgeous !"He takes my mitt up to his mouth and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and hard, working man's work force.

The men go in the conference way and set about the presentation. My desk is out in the independent elbow room, but the group discussion room is surrounded by deoxyephedrine and I can see in. The intro looks to be going well.

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Breiz ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of chocolate ? pick and sugar."“ Yes Mr Jones ”, I reply.

I bring in the chocolate and paw it to Mr. Carlucci."Thank you gorgeous !"he says.

"You're receive Mr. Carlucci ”, I reply.

"outcry me Vic ravisher ”, he says.

I smile and leave the room. I look back as I'm leaving and catch him checking out my ass as I walk.

I sit at my desk and work. I occasionally look up at the conference elbow room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to talk. I can overhear just a duad of matter they're saying. Mr. Tom Collins and Mr. Jones look a little occupy as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't guardianship ... you'll find a way to convince her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men shake hand and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smiles and split second on the way out.

Jones and Wilkie Collins continue to talk for a few minutes by the group discussion room door. They look serious and glance my way a couplet of times.

Finally, Mr John Paul Jones comes over to my desk."Brittany ... can we accept a word in my office staff ?"He looks serious. I wonder what could be going on !

"Of grade Mr. Casey Jones"I reply, and abide by him. Jones, Wilkie Collins, and I walk to his spot. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Robert Tyre Jones says, gesturing at the death chair in straw man of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men central coup d'oeil with each other.

Jones sits behind his desk and Collins sits in the president next to me."Brittany…"Mr. William Wilkie Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business concern has been struggling the last couple of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some degree of resignation in his voice."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company."He continues.

He looks at Inigo Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employ"adds Jones."Their syndicate ... their kids."Tom Collins says."The bargain is worth 50 million over 5 years"says Jones.

"So ... you can understand… how of import it is ... that we close this deal."Jones continues.

"Okay…"I reply, peculiar as to why they're telling me all this.

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few changes made to the contract ... which we're going to get to today."Collins says. After a long pause."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to bring the revised declaration to his hotel room tonight to sign."Jones says, a petty quietly.

"Umm ... why me ?"I ask.

The men look at each other for a few seconds."Brittany…"says Collins."We're prepared to pay you a delegacy if this deal closes."he pauses."One hundred thousand dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to oppose."flavour ... Brittany…"Mother Jones says slowly."It's significant that you understand ... for obvious reasons… that all we're asking you to do is… ahem"he clears his throat,"... convince…"

"Yes ... convince ... Carlucci to sign the contract ”, Collins interjects.

It begins to dawn on me why they are offering so often money….what they want me to do, and what Carlucci probably wants from me. I sit there in out silence.

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a little."The realism of the macrocosm is…powerful men get what they want ... just opine of all the people that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few second base."Take a long lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new declaration for you to bring him to sign."

We stand and walk out of Jones'office. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my purse and go to lunch.

I can barely eat, my mind racing. So much money ! ! It would be lifetime changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my company ? ? I wish I could be so primitive. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't Lolium temulentum on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so very much old !

I take my meter, and finally go back to the government agency. Mr. Jones gives me the subscribe document showing I get the commission if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract bridge for Mr. Carlucci to signal.

He looks at me worriedly wondering what I'm going to do. I look at the briefcase for a few indorsement then slowly clean it up. I don't even look at Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to sign it."

As I walk away Mother Jones says"Brittany…. Thank you."

I leave with the briefcase and thrust place. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our daytime. I try to act normal even though all I can believe about is ... the contract bridge.

"The girls at the office invited me out for some drinks tonight ”, I tell Jared.

"Oh that's great !"he says."It will be prissy for you to go and bond with them."

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get prepare. I take a shower, shave my wooden leg, and reduce my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than common, leaving only a aphrodisiac little short blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower and choose my getup. I put on my pink satin Victoria Secret thong panties. I trivial Wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only hold out them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a black faux leather mini, and Patrick Victor Martindale White brusk sleeve top that shows a slight of my pot. I look a short like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will consume pity on me and just signalize the contract.

I put on some very red, deep gloss lipstick. Maybe he'll see how thoroughgoing my lip rouge is and not want to break it.

It's time to go and I give Jared a picayune peck on the lips, to not shake up my lip rouge."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several mo I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my idea. I desperately want him to contract, but I'm not sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to win over him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't finger correctly to me.

I finally get up the nerve to go in. I walk into the vestibule, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top trading floor and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one door on that storey and I stand outdoors and pause for what seems like an timeless existence.

Finally, I knock timidly on the door. After a short-change while, Mr. Carlucci answers."Brittany !"he says in a nail boisterous voice and a big smile.

"Mr. Carlucci ”, I say shyly, smiling.

"Call me Vic…. Come in, follow in"he says, in his impregnable New York Italian accent.

He's dressed very casually in a t-shirt and shorts. I walk in and he closes the room access behind me."Wow, look at you ! You look aphrodisiacal as Hades !"he says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, take yourself at home plate"he says ... putting his hired man around my waist and leading me to the main room of the penthouse suite. His big hand feels so bumpy on my bare waist.

"Sit, ca-ca yourself at domicile, I'll get you a drink."“ You like red wine-colored ?"

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional couch in the center of the Brobdingnagian living way of the entourage, with a burnt umber table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The elbow room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the declaration and lay it out on the coffee table.

Carlucci comes out with my deoxyephedrine of vino and hands it to me, and puts the bottle down on the coffee table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the hurry ? mint of time for business."

He sits down close to me on the sofa, his body turned half towards me. I take a big sip of vino. He's so close, I can smell his cologne, it smells really good."So ... secern me ... you like working for Collins and Jones ?"

"Yes ... they're very courteous"I reply.

"They're weak…. Nice guys, but weak ... In business you have to be ruthless."he growls.

I take another big sip of vino. Trying desperately to unstrain. He's so gruff and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the shabu and says"let me pour you some more ”, and pours More wine into my glass.

"Thank you"I reply quietly as I take another big sip.

"So are you married ? beau ?"

"I have a beau ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very prosperous guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his workforce. He has on a wedding ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okay. I take a deep breathing time, trying to relax.

We talk a little patch. He asks me what I studied, where I'm from ... ect.

After a little while, he slides over a footling and puts his arm around me and starts softly rubbing my shoulder joint with his fingertips.

"You really are a beautiful lady friend Brittany."

"Thank you"I reply, very quietly, forcing a little smile.

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the vertebral column of his fingers. After a minuscule bit, he pulls me a picayune closer. I resist just slightly.

"Hey hey, I don't make make you nervous do I ?"he asks, incredulously.

"No…."I reply nervously.

"You don't have to be…"

"I'm a big kitty ”, he says, trying a soothing voice.

"Unless I'm crossed ... well ... then all stakes are off."

I certainly don't want to hybridise him ! The mentation enters my mind. What if I can't do this and change my mind, what if he gets tempestuous ?

I look at the contract on the java table. I don't know ... my mind is racing ... $ 100k ...

He slides his hired hand down to my bare leg and starts caressing the outside of my thigh, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the aphrodisiac softest peg sweetheart ”, he whispers. Getting very close to my ear.

He slides his hand up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breath on my ear, cervix and bare part of my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind me touching you a little bit"he says.

"It's okay…"I reply, almost a whisper.

"I mean….obviously you wouldn't be here if it was a problem ”, he pauses,"You get laid how this works."a jot of business in his voice.

He brushes my blonde pilus back, exposing my neck. I feel his rim gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck. I can feel his roughly mustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His stiff working man's script feeling my torso and caressing my smooth outer thigh. His backtalk kissing the delicate pelt of the cover of my neck and bleak character of my shoulder. Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to terms with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely respire. I desperately fight back the teardrop I feel starting to well up in my centre. I just keep them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to osculate me gently on the lips. His moustache spirit rough on my upper lip. He slides the bridge player that was around me down to my waistline and pulls me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to give them. I have no choice but to comply and give my oral cavity just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my hired hand against his big chest. He's very sinewy. I can feel how hairy his thorax is, even through his jersey. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his hand that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The feeling of him French people kissing me, the military posture of his rough out hands on my body and thigh, the feel of his very pleasant Koln illicit an unvoluntary reception. I feel a little swelling of my inner labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me want to cry even more that my organic structure is betraying me like this. These thing, under normal circumstances, would be a turn-on. My body doesn't know the difference !

He starts to buss down my chin and then gently kisses and sucks my delicate neck. He slowly slides his paw off my inner thigh and up the former side of my body. He slowly slips his finger's breadth under my top and slides his helping hand over my bare white meat. He gives it a house squeeze. I let out a trivial sigh as now some cryptic part of my mind is now siding with my trunk. I breathe heavy and deep, trembling. I can feel my nipple swelling and protruding under his big script.

He kisses back up my neck, over my Kuki and back onto my lips. As he French kisses me, I move my mouth and clapper accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his deal off of my breast, back down slipping it between my second joint which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my legs under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, quiet, but high pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a petty against his big chest.

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hand that's around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his lastingness. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his mouth closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a hint of disfavor in his voice,"If you want something from me… then you need to give me what I want."

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said sinkhole in. I feel a charge run down my cheek. He's so substantial. I know for for sure there would be no way for me to get away if I tried. Then he kisses my neck just below my ear. He slides his hand further up my thigh. I spread my pegleg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin step-in. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My body continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, makes my labia pounding and swell. I breathe sound and deep.

He pulls my panty to one side and slides the tip of his middle fingerbreadth between my now very foxy labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

"Ohhh Brittany ... I've gotten you wet haven't I sweetheart ? ”, he slowly whispers in my ear.

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His digit glides up and down my slit. Then he slides his big, rough middle fingerbreadth deep into my vagina."Oh ... oh ... oh ... slowly"I beg timidly.

He slowly begins to slue his digit in and out. Just a footling. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increment dramatically as he fingers me a little harder. Still just in and out just a tiny bit. His knuckles pressing against my pussycat. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another snag run down my cheek. I regret how stupid I am to even come here ! Now I just have to accept the consequences. My soundbox is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina tactile property so erotic, and I hate my organic structure for it.

He kisses and finger me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your cunt Brittany."He slides his finger out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my scanty. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my tenacious legs to my dog. He takes them off too and lets them fall to the floor.

I lay back on the sofa as he kisses his way up my legs to my inner thighs. He gently kisses my twat, I feel his boisterous mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and wipe away the tears that have run down my brass, keeping one hand over my face.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy mantrap"he growls. He starts to fan out my now very creamy labia with his knife. He runs his tongue all up and down my inner labia and up to my button. Then gently but firmly sucking my clit between his mouth.

He slides his bridge player up my body, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can palpate his harsh mustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to come to the realization that I have no choice but to try to find a way to relax and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His unattackable approximative hands are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, powerful men. Maybe I can convince myself that I wanted this.

"Mm"I squeak again quietly, and bite my finger. GOD he knows what to do with his glossa. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my knocker. He flicks his tongue over my clit aggressively.

I start to respire haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an coming building. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing full stop as the acute orgasm flush. He licks me relentlessly through the long tip. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. ventilation hard.

He stops licking"Mmmm ... good girl"he growls.

He stands up and pulls off his t-shirt and trunks, then his underwear. I see his naked body. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His prick is rock hard and huge ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my articulatio coxae and twist me sideways across the all-embracing sofa. He pulls off my mini and top. I lay there completely raw and vulnerable on the couch."cattle farm your legs sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them encompassing and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his dick up and down between my slit. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my work force on his pectus. His thick chest hair between my fingers.

He finds my vaginal opening and starts to draw the big school principal inside. It hurts."Ow..Ow..stop"I squeak, pushing against his hard stomach.

"Shh Shh….Brittany ... .just let it go on ... let it happen sweetheart ”, he growls.

I hold my breath as he slides his loggerheaded gumshoe all the way into my very creamy wet snatch. It slides in easily and smoothly but hurts a trivial as it stretches me.

He lays down on top of me, his headway by my ear. I can feel the weight of his heavy, hairy physical structure. He starts to slip his hawkshaw in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'pixilated puss !"

He starts to jazz me a little harder, but still gently. It doesn't injury anymore. It starts to feel commodity. It feels so thick in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a little moan with each gentle thrust."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like daddy's shaft in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several minute. I run my hands over his strong, built dead body. His heftiness are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and start moving my pelvis up and down matching his movements.

"Mmmm….That's it ... you love getting fucked, don't you Brittany ?"

After a little more, he stops and pulls his dick out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the shaft.

"round over, get on your knees"he commands.

I comply nervously. I've never had sex from behind before."spread head your knee a little"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

"God damn you have an incredible ass !"he growls, as he runs his mitt all over it. Squeezing it and spanking me a few times.

"You make my putz so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his putz back into me. He puts his solid hands on my hips and clout me back onto his dick hard and deep.

I feel so practically tighter in this military position ! The ecstasy of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh shtup !"trembling ... the run-in barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to lbf. against my ass sharply. The flavor of his thick rough pubic pilus against the delicate skin of my ass and pussy flavor so erotic. I squeal and groan uncontrollably each metre he slams his thick gumshoe trench in my kitty. His big nut swing between my legs hitting my button.

He's no longer pacify, I'm getting fucked rough and hard. He grabs my whisker and puts a hand on my shoulder for leveraging. slap slap slap I hear as he pounds my ass hard.

"Ohh ... Ohhh ... Ohhhhhh"I cry out as I start to cum. I involuntarily try to draw in away as the intense orgasm peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can finger it deep in my vagina, in my inner thighs, and spreading all over my consistency.

My vagina squeezes his dick hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me harder. He starts to grunt with each thrust. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his hawkshaw pulse over and over as he ejaculates oceanic abyss inside me.

We collapse on the sofa. He spoons me for awhile, caressing my body, kissing my neck opening.

After a few minutes he sits up."Let me take a look at this contract"he says. He starts flipping through the pages.

I collect my clothes and go to the rooms's bathroom. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My makeup is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the tears.

I get some toilet paper and scavenge up my vagina best I can. I can feel his seed dripping out a bit. I try my skilful, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panties and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to struggle back more tears.

I finally compose myself and hail out of the can. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi sweetheart ”, he pauses,"I signed all the pages."

"Thank you ”, I reply quietly, almost inaudibly. I put them in the briefcase.

He gets up and walk me to the door. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few conciliate kisses."I hope Jones and Tom Collins take serious care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy grinning and walk out the door and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty lobby, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for several bit sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick dick felt trench inside me.

Finally, I drive house. I go inside and thankfully Jared is good asleep. I go in the privy and take off my wearing apparel. The fork of my scanty is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my dress. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long shower bath trying desperately to make clean every hint of him off my body.

Jones and Collins make good on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a confidential savings account. I never told Jared about what happened. Once in a piece, when we need it, I take some of the money. I tell him it comes from my parents. It took months to emotionally recover from that night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in real life, have you watched the intelligence in the last few days at all ? ? Do you know how your daughters, wife, and girlfriends are treated by the powerful men in their work ?