THE CONTRACT



My name is Bretagne. I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my first good job as a sale apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making introduction materials supporting sale meetings. Basic support functions for the gross sales section. It's a fairly high pressure sensation department as many of the deals they make are Worth C of chiliad and sometimes trillion of dollars.

My young man, Jared, and I met in college. We just moved in together and design to get married in a few years, once our vocation are more established. We're perfective for each other ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a young couplet, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

mike John Paul Jones and Richard Wilkie Collins are the proprietor of the caller. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bigger deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to regale them well. There have been some cutbacks in recent month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a warm work ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A twain of the distaff position prole act a little covetous towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my flavour. It upset me a slight, how shoal and covetous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the last week I've been working on a very important display. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very tumid construction society, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Wilkie Collins will yield the sale demonstration personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely significant plenty, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to make sure thing go right.

The sunrise comes and everything is set. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very boisterous New York Italian man who's well built dead body looks like he's spent his life in the construction industry. He has salt-n-pepper hair, slicked back and a thick grayish mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

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

The men go in the conference room and begin the presentation. My desk is out in the main room, but the conference room is surrounded by field glass and I can see in. The presentation looks to be going well.

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Brittany ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of coffee bean ? Cream and sugar."“ Yes Mr Jones ”, I reply.

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

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

"telephone call me Vic sweetheart ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and piece of work. I occasionally look up at the league room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to tattle. I can overhear just a couple of affair they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Mary Harris Jones look a trivial concerned as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't care ... you'll find a way to convince her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men shake deal and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smiles and blink of an eye on the way out.

Jones and Collins continue to let the cat out of the bag for a few minutes by the group discussion room door. They look serious and glimpse my way a couple of times.

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

"Of course Mr. Casey Jones"I reply, and follow him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his federal agency. We go in and Collins closes the doorway behind us."Please ... sit ”, Mary Harris Jones says, gesturing at the chairwoman in front of his desk."H2O ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men substitution glance with each other.

Jones sits behind his desk and William Wilkie Collins sits in the chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Tom Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business has been struggling the net match of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some grade of surrender in his interpreter."This mess with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company."He continues.

He looks at Mary Harris Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employ"adds Jones."Their house ... their kids."Collins says."The deal is worth 50 million over 5 years"says Jones.

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

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

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

"He wants ... you ... to impart the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."Robert Tyre Jones says, a little quietly.

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."Look ... Brittany…"Casey Jones says slowly."It's important 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 ”, William Wilkie Collins interjects.

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

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a little."The reality of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just cogitate of all the hoi polloi that rely on this fellowship to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."Take a tenacious tiffin ... think it over."“ This good 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 Robert Tyre Jones'authority. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my purse and go to dejeuner.

I can barely eat, my brain racing. So much money ! ! It would be life-time changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in comeback ? Maybe he just wants my troupe ? ? I wish I could be so unenlightened. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't cheat on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

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

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

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

I leave with the briefcase and effort home. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our Clarence Day. I try to act formula even though all I can intend about is ... the contract.

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

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get prepare. I take a cascade, shave my legs, and trim my pubic hair's-breadth. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a aphrodisiacal little short blond triangle.

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

I choose a black faux leather miniskirt, and white poor sleeve top that shows a little of my stomach. I look a niggling like a school fille. Maybe Carlucci will require pity on me and just sign on the contract.

I put on some very red, deep gloss lipstick. Maybe he'll see how perfect my lipstick is and not require to ruin it.

It's clip to go and I give Jared a trivial peck on the lips, to not disturb my lipstick."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several minutes I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the nervus to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to sign, but I'm not sure enough if I'm prepared to do just anything to win over him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't experience right to me.

I finally get up the face to go in. I walk into the lobby, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top floor and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one door on that level and I stand outside and pause for what seems like an eternity.

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

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

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

He's dressed very casually in a tee shirt and trunks. I walk in and he closes the door behind me."Wow, look at you ! You look sexy as snake pit !"he says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, make yourself at abode"he says ... putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the chief way of the penthouse suite. His big manus flavour so jumpy on my bare waist.

"Sit, make yourself at home, I'll get you a drink."“ You like red wine ?"

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional sofa in the center of the huge livelihood elbow room of the retinue, with a coffee mesa in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract bridge and lay it out on the burnt umber mesa.

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

He sits down close to me on the sofa, his dead body turned one-half towards me. I take a big sip of wine-colored. He's so close, I can smell his Koln, it smells really beneficial."So ... tell me ... you like working for Wilkie Collins and Jones ?"

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

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

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

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

"So are you married ? Boyfriend ?"

"I have a fellow ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very favourable guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hired man. He has on a wedding ceremony ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okay. I take a deep breath, trying to relax.

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

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

"You really are a beautiful girl Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the rear of his finger's breadth. After a fiddling bit, he pulls me a little 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 pussy ”, he says, trying a soothing voice.

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

I certainly don't want to span him ! The thought enters my mind. What if I can't do this and change my head, what if he gets wild ?

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

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

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

He slides his bridge player up and down my outer second joint and over my hip. I feel his breath on my ear, neck and au naturel 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 trouble ”, he pauses,"You sleep with how this works."a steer of concern in his voice.

He brushes my blond hair back, exposing my neck. I feel his lip gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck. I can feel his raspy mustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His strong working man's hands feeling my organic structure and caressing my smooth extinct thigh. His lips kissing the fragile pelt of the back of my neck and publicize character of my shoulder joint. Up until this full stop I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come in to price with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely breathe. I desperately fight back the snag I feel starting to well up in my eyes. 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 brim. His mustache feels rough on my pep pill lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waist and pulls me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I have no choice but to follow and open my rima oris just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my deal against his big chest. He's very powerful. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his T-shirt. 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 second joint just at the posterior of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my stage just a little. The feeling of him Gallic kissing me, the enduringness of his rough in hands on my body and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a little bump of my inner labia and button. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to buss down my chin and then gently osculation and sucks my delicate neck. He slowly slides his hired hand off my inner thigh and up the other side of my torso. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his handwriting over my bare knocker. He gives it a house squeeze. I let out a lilliputian suspire as now some recondite office of my wit is now siding with my body. I breathe heavy and deeply, trembling. I can palpate my nipple gibbousness and protruding under his big bridge player.

He kisses back up my neck opening, over my Chin and back onto my lips. As he French kiss me, I move my mouth and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his hand off of my bosom, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my wooden leg under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a cautious, smooth, but in high spirits pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a minuscule against his big chest.

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

He pauses for a few mo, as if to let what he said sinkhole in. I feel a snap run down my boldness. He's so strong. I know for surely 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 legs timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin panties. He starts to roughly rub my cunt through them. My body continues to betray me. The very sexual touch sensation of him pressing his big finger's breadth against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe heavy and deep.

He pulls my step-in to one side and slides the tip of his midway finger between my now very slick labia. His fingertip sailing easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His finger glides up and down my prick. Then he slides his big, rough mediate finger deep into my vagina."Oh ... oh ... oh ... slowly"I beg timidly.

He slowly begins to slip his finger in and out. Just a little. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication step-up dramatically as he fingers me a short harder. Still just in and out just a flyspeck bit. His knuckles pressing against my kitty. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another bust run down my cheek. I regret how pudden-head I am to even descend here ! Now I just have to accept the consequences. My body is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and digit me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na discernment your snatch Brittany."He slides his finger out and skid both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the couch. My panty slip off and he slides them down my long 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 second joint. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my manus on my facial expression and pass over away the tears that have run down my boldness, keeping one hand over my side.

"Oh piece of ass, you have such a beautiful puss lulu"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his tongue all up and down my privileged labia and up to my button. Then gently but firmly sucking my clitoris between his lips.

He slides his hands up my torso, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can sense his rough mustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to come to the realization that I have no selection but to try to find a way to relax and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to imagine of affair about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong rough 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's breadth. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his helping hand firmly as he squeezes and massages my mammilla. He flicks his tongue over my clitoris aggressively.

I start to take a breather haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm 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 stops as the vivid coming peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long crown. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. external respiration hard.

He stops licking"Mmmm ... good lady friend"he growls.

He stands up and pulls off his t-shirt and boxershorts, then his underclothing. I see his naked body. He's so hairy, much of it greyish. His dick is rock firmly and immense ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my pelvis and clout me sideways across the wide sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely nude and vulnerable on the sofa."cattle farm your legs sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the promontory of his dick up and down between my snatch. Getting my ointment all over it. I reach up and put my mitt on his chest. His blockheaded chest hair between my digit.

He finds my vaginal opening and starts to wedge the big head inside. It hurts."Ow..Ow..stop"I squeak, pushing against his laborious stomach.

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

I hold my breathing time as he slides his thick dick all the way into my very creamy wet pussy. It slides in easily and smoothly but hurts a piffling as it stretches me.

He lays down on top of me, his head by my ear. I can find the weight of his heavy, hairy consistence. He starts to slew his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'tight pussy !"

He starts to have intercourse me a trivial harder, but still gently. It doesn't hurt anymore. It starts to feel ripe. It feels so duncish in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

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

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several minutes. I run my hands over his firm, built body. His muscles 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 prick.

"Turn over, get on your knee"he commands.

I comply nervously. I've never had sex from behind before."bed cover your knee joint a niggling"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

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

"You make my hawkshaw so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his shaft back into me. He puts his unattackable hands on my hip and pulls me back onto his shaft hard and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this post ! The ecstasy of it catches me off precaution and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh shag !"trembling ... the words barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic hair against the frail cutis of my ass and puss feels so titillating. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his midst hawkshaw oceanic abyss in my pussy. His big nuts swing between my wooden leg hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked bumpy and hard. He grabs my hairsbreadth and puts a helping hand on my articulatio humeri for purchase. 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 take out away as the vivid climax peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my interior thighs, and spreading all over my consistency.

My vagina squeezes his hawkshaw hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me concentrated. He starts to grunt with each poke. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his hawkshaw pulse over and over as he ejaculates trench inside me.

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

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

I collect my wearing apparel and go to the suite's privy. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My constitution is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the bout.

I get some toilet paper and clean up my vagina dear I can. I can feel his semen dripping out a bit. I try my best, 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 brink of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally compose myself and follow out of the bathroom. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi truelove ”, he pauses,"I signed all the pages."

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

He gets up and walks me to the threshold. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few gentle kisses."I hope Bobby Jones and William Wilkie Collins get hold of honest care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the room access 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 minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the thing he did to me. How his thick dick felt abstruse inside me.

Finally, I drive habitation. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bathroom and film off my clothes. The crotch of my panty is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my apparel. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a retentive rain shower trying desperately to clean every touch of him off my body.

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

THE END

If you think thing like this don't happen in real life, have you watched the word in the last few years at all ? ? Do you cognise how your daughters, wives, and lady friend are treated by the brawny men in their work ?