THE CONTRACT



My gens is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 eld old, and got my first right job as a sales apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting cut-rate sale meetings. BASIC support functions for the sales department. It's a fairly richly pressure department as many of the lot they make are worth hundreds of 1000 and sometimes millions of dollars.

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

Mike Jones and Richard Collins are the owners of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the prominent deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in Recent months though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a firm work ethic and always try tough to please my employers. A couple of the female office actor act a minuscule overjealous towards me. After a few masses were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my looks. It upset me a little, how shallow and envious they can be, but I just tried to cut them.

For the lastly calendar week I've been working on a very crucial introduction. master Carlucci, the owner of a very declamatory mental synthesis company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will founder the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely authoritative bargain, and we need to put in whatever endeavor is necessary to pull in sure affair go right.

The morning comes and everything is cook. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very boisterous New House of York Italian man who's well built consistency looks like he's spent his biography in the grammatical construction industry. He has salt-n-pepper hair, slicked back and a thick gray mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. Bobby Jones introduces a few of his stave. When he gets to me, I put out my script to throw off. Mr. Carlucci looks me up and down, takes it and says"oh…hello gorgeous !"He takes my hand up to his sassing and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and potent, working man's hands.

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

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Brittany ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of burnt umber ? 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 receive Mr. Carlucci ”, I reply.

"Call 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 piece of work. I occasionally look up at the conference elbow room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the threshold continuing to talk. I can catch just a couple of thing they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Mother Jones look a little 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 escape from hands and Mr. Carlucci goes to go away. He looks at me, smiles and twinkling on the way out.

Bobby Jones and Collins continue to lecture for a few minutes by the group discussion room threshold. They look serious and glance my way a couple of times.

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

"Of track Mr. Jones"I reply, and come him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Jones says, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk."pee ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glances with each other.

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

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment"adds Mary Harris Jones."Their families ... 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, rum as to why they're telling me all this.

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

"He wants ... you ... to contribute the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."Jones says, a minuscule 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 direction if this good deal closes."he pauses."One hundred thou dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to respond."looking ... Brittany…"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 on the contract ”, 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 stupid quiet.

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

We stand and walk out of John Luther Jones'federal agency. 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 life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my companionship ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't tare on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

I take my time, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Bobby Jones gives me the ratify papers showing I get the committee 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 seconds then slowly pick it up. I don't even look at Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to sign it."

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

I leave with the briefcase and drive home. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our days. I try to act normal even though all I can call back about is ... the contract.

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

"Oh that's swell !"he says."It will be nice for you to go and James Bond with them."

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a shower, shave my wooden leg, and trim my pubic fuzz. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a sexy fiddling scant blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower and opt my turnout. I put on my pink satin Victoria enigma flip-flop panties. I little Wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the solely one.

I choose a blackened faux leather miniskirt, and whiteness short sleeve top that shows a little of my stomach. I look a piddling like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will take shame on me and just subscribe the contract.

I put on some very red, trench burnish lipstick. Maybe he'll see how perfect my lipstick is and not require to break it.

It's time to go and I give Jared a little peck on the sass, to not trouble my lipstick."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For respective hour I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to work up up the nervus to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to signalise, but I'm not sure enough if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just will if it doesn't experience right field to me.

I finally get up the nervus to go in. I walk into the lobby, go to the lift and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top story and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one threshold on that floor and I stand exterior and intermission for what seems like an infinity.

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

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

"Call me Vic…. come in, make out in"he says, in his strong New York Italian accent.

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"seminal fluid in, pee-pee yourself at home"he says ... putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the primary elbow room of the penthouse rooms. His big hired hand flavor so harsh on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a vast sectioned sofa in the center of the vast living elbow room of the suite, with a coffee tree board in the midsection. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the coffee table.

Carlucci comes out with my glass of wine and hands it to me, and puts the bottle down on the chocolate table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the hurry ? sight of clip for business."

He sits down close to me on the sofa, his physical structure turned half towards me. I take a big sip of wine-colored. He's so tightlipped, I can smell out his cologne, it smells really good."So ... tell me ... you like working for Collins and Jones ?"

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

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

I take another big sip of vino. Trying desperately to relax. He's so ill-humored and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the methamphetamine hydrochloride and says"let me pour you some more ”, and pours more vino into my shabu.

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

"So are you married ? swain ?"

"I have a boyfriend ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hands. He has on a wedding halo. 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 trivial patch, he slides over a lilliputian 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 little smile.

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

"Hey hey, I don't make make you queasy 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 wager are off."

I certainly don't want to cross him ! The thought enters my judgement. What if I can't do this and change my psyche, 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 hand down to my bare leg and starts caressing the outside of my second joint, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the aphrodisiacal softest peg beauty ”, 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 bare persona of my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind me touching you a picayune 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 wind of business in his voice.

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

I'm frozen… His strong working man's hired hand feeling my body and caressing my smooth outer thigh. His lips kissing the fragile skin of the back of my neck and air part of my berm. Up until this spot 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 breathe. I desperately fight back the tears I feel starting to well up in my middle. I just celebrate them closed.

He reaches up and takes my Chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to osculate me gently on the sass. His mustache feels rough on my upper berth lip. He slides the manus that was around me down to my waistline and twist me firmly against him, pressing his lip passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I have no choice but to comply and open my mouth just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my work force against his big chest. He's very brawny. I can feel how haired his chest is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his script that was caressing my outer second joint over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my second joint a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my ramification just a little. The spirit of him French people kissing me, the strength of his rough men on my torso and thigh, the feel of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a little swelling of my inner labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to snog down my chin and then gently kiss and sucks my delicate neck. He slowly slides his paw off my privileged thigh and up the other English of my consistence. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his handwriting over my bare boob. He gives it a business firm power play. I let out a piffling sigh as now some deep part of my genius is now siding with my consistence. I breathe weighty and bass, trembling. I can feel my nipple swelling and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my cervix, over my mentum and back onto my lips. As he french buss me, I move my mouthpiece and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his hired hand off of my tit, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my ramification under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, calm, but high pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

He stops and firmly wrench me against him with the hand that's around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to prove his strength. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his sass finisher 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 sink in. I feel a tear run down my face. He's so strong. I know for trusted 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 step-in. He starts to roughly rub my pussycat through them. My trunk continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingerbreadth against my snatch, squeezing and rubbing in fiddling circles, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe weighty and deep.

He pulls my panties to one slope and slides the tip of his halfway fingerbreadth between my now very slipperiness labia. His fingertip glide easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

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

I feel another tear run down my cheek. I regret how stupid I am to even come up here ! Now I just have to accept the aftermath. My trunk is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my dead body for it.

He kisses and fingerbreadth me for what seems like several min. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste perception your pussy Brittany."He slides his finger out and skid both custody up my miniskirt to my coxa searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the Lapplander metre, pulling my ass towards the edge of the couch. My panty slip off and he slides them down my farseeing peg to my heels. 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 wooden leg to my inner thighs. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my hand on my case and wipe away the split that have run down my cheeks, keeping one hand over my face.

"Oh nooky, you have such a beautiful pussy looker"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 clit between his lips.

He slides his handwriting up my eubstance, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can finger his rough 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 believe of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His substantial harsh hands are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, mightily men. Maybe I can convert myself that I wanted this.

"Mm"I squeak again quietly, and bite my digit. GOD he knows what to do with his spit. I grip his work force firmly as he squeezes and massages my tits. He flicks his tongue over my clit aggressively.

I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm construction. He can feel 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 orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the farsighted summit. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. Breathing hard.

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

He stands up and wrench off his t-shirt and short, then his underwear. I see his naked eubstance. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His cock is John Rock hard and huge ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and pulls me sideways across the extensive sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa."bedspread 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 point of his putz up and down between my scratch. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my mitt on his thorax. His thick chest hair between my fingers.

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

"Shh Shh….Brittany ... .just let it chance ... let it bump sweetheart ”, he growls.

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

He lays down on top of me, his head by my ear. I can finger the weight of his leaden, hirsute body. He starts to slew his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'loaded twat !"

He starts to fuck me a niggling harder, but still gently. It doesn't hurt anymore. It starts to feel unspoilt. It feels so thick in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a little moan with each gentle driving force."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like pop's cock in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for various minutes. I run my hands over his strong, built body. His muscular tissue 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 cock out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the shaft.

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

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

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

"You make my gumshoe so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his dick back into me. He puts his stiff mitt on my pelvis and pulls me back onto his dick hard and deep.

I feel so a lot tighter in this emplacement ! The disco biscuit of it catches me off safety device 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 wooden-headed rough pubic haircloth against the delicate skin of my ass and pussy tone so titillating. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick pecker deep in my pussy. His big nuts swing between my legs hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer placate, I'm getting fucked jumpy and hard. He grabs my hairsbreadth and puts a hand on my shoulder for leverage. smack 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 away as the vivid coming tiptop. He grips me nasty, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my interior thighs, and spreading all over my soundbox.

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 dick pulsing over and over as he ejaculates mysterious inside me.

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

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

I collect my clothes and go to the retinue'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 john theme and strip up my vagina honest I can. I can sense 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 war paint and lipstick. I'm almost at the sceptre of sobbing and have to agitate back more tears.

I finally frame myself and come 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 gentle kisses."I hope Inigo Jones and collins take secure attention of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the door and get in the lift. I walk quickly through the vacate lobby, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for several minute of arc sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become mindful how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the thing he did to me. How his thick dick felt cryptic inside me.

Finally, I drive home base. I go inside and thankfully Jared is phone asleep. I go in the can and take off my clothes. The crotch of my panties is wet and crusted with semen. I can reek it. I can also reek Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a hanker exhibitioner trying desperately to houseclean every trace of him off my body.

Mary Harris Jones and Collins make ripe on their promise and paid me the perpetration. I deposited it in a orphic 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 calendar 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 veridical life, have you watched the news in the last few twelvemonth at all ? ? Do you know how your daughters, wife, and lady friend are treated by the herculean men in their work ?