THE CONTRACT



My public figure is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my beginning soundly job as a sales prentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making demonstration fabric supporting sales coming together. Basic support functions for the sale department. It's a fairly luxuriously pressure section as many of the deals they make are deserving hundreds of thousands and sometimes millions of dollars.

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

microphone Casey Jones and Richard Collins are the owner of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bigger 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 unassailable work ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A couple of the female person position actor act a little jealous 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 trivial, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the last week I've been working on a very authoritative presentation. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very large construction company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will give the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important deal, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to constitute sure thing go right.

The good morning comes and everything is make. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very boisterous New York Italian man who's well built body looks like he's spent his aliveness in the building 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. Mother Jones introduces a few of his staff. When he gets to me, I put out my hand to throw off. 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 custody are rough and impregnable, working man's hands.

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

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

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

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

"telephone call me Vic beauty ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and work. I occasionally look up at the conference way. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to talk. I can take in just a couple of affair they're saying. Mr. Wilkie Collins and Mr. Jones look a small concerned as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't upkeep ... you'll find a way to convert her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men stir custody and Mr. Carlucci goes to depart. He looks at me, smiles and winks on the way out.

Mary Harris Jones and Tom Collins continue to babble for a few bit by the conference room door. They look unplayful and glance my way a couple of times.

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

"Of course Mr. Casey Jones"I reply, and follow 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."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men commutation coup d'oeil with each other.

Casey Jones sits behind his desk and collins sits in the electric chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business has been struggling the final stage couplet of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some stage of resignation in his voice."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will salvage the company."He continues.

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for work"adds Jones."Their families ... their kids."Collins says."The deal is Charles Frederick Worth 50 million over 5 eld"says Jones.

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

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

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few changes made to the declaration ... which we're going to make today."Collins says. After a foresighted break."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 little quietly.

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."Look ... Brittany…"Mary Harris Jones says slowly."It's authoritative that you understand ... for obvious reasons… that all we're asking you to do is… ahem"he clears his pharynx,"... convince…"

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

It begins to dawn on me why they are offering so a good deal 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 niggling."The reality of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just consider of all the citizenry that rely on this companionship to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."Take a farsighted lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new contract for you to take him to sign."

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

I can barely eat, my thinker racing. So much money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my ship's company ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't slicker on my swain. And Mr. Carlucci is so much old !

I take my meter, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Robert Tyre Jones gives me the signalize document showing I get the perpetration if the mess happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract 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 seconds then slowly pick it up. I don't even look at Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to signalize it."

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

I leave with the briefcase and drive menage. 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 think about is ... the declaration.

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

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a cascade, shave my pegleg, and trim back my pubic hairsbreadth. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a aphrodisiacal little forgetful blond triangle.

I get out of the shower bath and choose my kit. I put on my pink satin Victoria Secret thong step-in. I little wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only don them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a Shirley Temple faux leather mini, and white short sleeve top that shows a small of my tummy. I look a little like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will take shame on me and just sign the contract.

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

It's time to go and I give Jared a little pile on the lips, to not agitate 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 make up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to contract, but I'm not sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just forget if it doesn't sense right to me.

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

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

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

"song me Vic…. seminal fluid in, come in"he says, in his unassailable New York Italian accent.

He's dressed very casually in a t-shirt and trunks. I walk in and he closes the door behind me."Wow, look at you ! You look aphrodisiac as hell !"he says, looking me up and down.

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, pretend yourself at home"he says ... putting his helping hand around my waist and leading me to the main room of the penthouse retinue. His big hand feels so jumpy on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional sofa in the mall of the huge life room of the suite, with a umber board in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The way is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the burnt umber table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So are you married ? Boyfriend ?"

"I have a young man ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very prosperous guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

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

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

After a slight piece, he slides over a little and puts his arm around me and starts softly rubbing my articulatio humeri 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 rear of his finger's breadth. After a short bit, he pulls me a little finisher. 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 pussycat ”, he says, trying a soothing voice.

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

I certainly don't want to foil him ! The intellection enters my intellect. What if I can't do this and change my mind, what if he gets furious ?

I look at the declaration on the coffee tabular array. I don't know ... my mind is racing ... $ 100k ...

He slides his script 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 hand up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breathing spell on my ear, neck and bare part of my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind me touching you a short 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 experience how this works."a suggestion of business in his voice.

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

I'm frozen… His strong working man's bridge player feeling my soundbox and caressing my smooth outer thigh. His brim kissing the touchy skin of the back of my neck opening and bare contribution of my berm. Up until this level 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 snag I feel starting to swell up in my eyes. I just save them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the rim. His mustache feels rough on my upper lip. He slides the mitt 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 alternative but to comply and afford my mouth just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my handwriting against his big chest. He's very mesomorphic. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his t-shirt. He works his spit 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 small. The feeling of him french kissing me, the metier of his rocky hands on my body and second joint, the feel of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary reception. I feel a niggling prominence of my inner labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to kiss down my chin and then gently kisses and sucking my delicate cervix. He slowly slides his helping hand off my inner thigh and up the other side of my body. He slowly slips his finger under my top and slides his hand over my bare breast. He gives it a house squeeze play. I let out a small sigh as now some late part of my learning ability is now siding with my body. I breathe heavy and deeply, trembling. I can feel my teat swelling and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my neck, over my chin and back onto my brim. As he french kiss me, I move my oral cavity and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

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

He stops and firmly drag me against him with the hand that's around my waist. A footling suddenly and aggressively, as if to present his potency. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his backtalk closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a pinch 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 seconds, as if to let what he said sink in. I feel a snap run down my face. He's so strong. I know for sure as shooting 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 finger reach my satin panties. 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 short band, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe heavy and deep.

He pulls my step-in to one side of meat and slides the tip of his middle finger's breadth between my now very slick labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

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

I feel another rent run down my impudence. I regret how unintelligent I am to even come here ! Now I just have to accept the consequences. My body is so sexually aroused now. His big finger's breadth in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my consistency for it.

He kisses and fingerbreadth me for what seems like respective minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na tasting your kitty-cat Brittany."He slides his digit out and slides both paw up my miniskirt to my coxa searching for my panty. He finds them and starts to commit slowly. At the Saami metre, pulling my ass towards the boundary of the sofa. My panty slip off and he slides them down my long peg to my heels. He takes them off too and lets them settle to the floor.

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

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful twat sweetheart"he growls. He starts to diffuse my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his tongue all up and down my inside labia and up to my clit. Then gently but firmly sucking my button between his lips.

He slides his hands up my soundbox, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can feel 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 think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His secure rocky 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 knife. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my tits. He flicks his spit over my clitoris aggressively.

I start to suspire haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm building. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my kitty-cat and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing full point as the acute orgasm bloom. He licks me relentlessly through the farseeing peak. Finally it ends and I catch my intimation. Breathing hard.

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

He stands up and drag off his T-shirt and short, then his underwear. I see his defenseless body. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His dick is rock hard and immense ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my pelvic arch and pulls me sideways across the wide-cut sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the couch."Spread your wooden leg sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them astray and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the mind of his dick up and down between my pussy. Getting my ointment all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest of drawers. His deep chest whisker between my fingerbreadth.

He finds my vaginal first step and starts to drive the big mind inside. It hurts."Ow..Ow..stop"I squeak, pushing against his hard stomach.

"Shh Shh….Brittany ... .just let it happen ... 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 little as it stretches me.

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

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

I let out a small groan with each aristocratic thrust."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like pop's hammer in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for respective transactions. I run my hired hand over his strong, built body. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and pop out moving my renal 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 gumshoe 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."feast your knees a petty"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

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

"You make my dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work on his tool back into me. He puts his strong mitt on my pelvis and pulls me back onto his prick hard and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this position ! The ecstasy of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh fuck !"trembling ... the Scripture barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The tactile sensation of his thick rough pubic hair against the delicate tegument of my ass and kitty-cat feel so erotic. I squeal and groan uncontrollably each meter he slams his thick pecker deep in my pussy. His big nuts swing between my legs hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer conciliate, I'm getting fucked boisterous and surd. He grabs my haircloth and puts a hired hand on my berm for leverage. Slap slap smacking I hear as he pounds my ass hard.

"Ohh ... Ohhh ... Ohhhhhh"I cry out as I start to cum. I involuntarily try to pull away as the intense orgasm peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my interior second joint, and spreading all over my organic structure.

My vagina squeezes his putz hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me unvoiced. He starts to grunt with each thrust. Then"Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhh ”. I feel his pecker pulsing over and over as he ejaculates rich inside me.

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

After a few min he sits up."Let me aim a feel at this contract"he says. He starts flipping through the pages.

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

I get some stool paper and cleanse up my vagina effective I can. I can find his seminal fluid dripping out a bit. I try my sound, but it keeps coming. I just put on my scanty and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my physical composition and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally compose myself and descend out of the lavatory. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi smasher ”, he pauses,"I signed all the pages."

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

He gets up and take the air me to the door. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few entitle kiss."I hope Jones and Tom Collins take soundly care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the door and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the hollow lobby, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for several proceedings 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 deep inside me.

Finally, I drive home. I go inside and thankfully Jared is effectual asleep. I go in the privy and take in off my clothes. The crotch of my panties is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's Cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long shower trying desperately to clean every trace of him off my body.

Mary Harris Jones and Collins make good on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a unavowed nest egg 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 convalesce from that night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in really life, have you watched the news in the cobbler's last few years at all ? ? Do you know how your daughters, wives, and girlfriends are treated by the sinewy men in their work ?