THE CONTRACT



My name is Breiz. I was fresh out of college, 22 year old, and got my offset near job as a sales learner with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making presentment stuff supporting cut-rate sale meetings. Basic support affair for the sales department. It's a fairly high imperativeness department as many of the deals they make are worth century of thousands 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 class, 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.

Mike Jones and Richard William Wilkie Collins are the proprietor 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 strong work ethic and always try severe to delight my employers. A mates of the female office worker act a little jealous towards me. After a few multitude were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my flavor. It upset me a trivial, how shallow and green-eyed they can be, but I just tried to brush aside them.

For the in conclusion calendar week I've been working on a very important presentation. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very large construction company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will commit the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely authoritative batch, and we need to put in whatever sweat is requisite to bring in sure things go right.

The morning comes and everything is ready. 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 grammatical construction industry. He has salt-n-pepper pilus, slicked back and a deep gray-haired moustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. Robert Tyre 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 paw up to his lips and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are gravelly and strong, 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 looking glass and I can see in. The demonstration looks to be going well.

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Breiz ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of java ? Cream and sugar."“ Yes Mr John Luther 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.

"shout me Vic sweetie ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and workplace. 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 peach. I can overhear just a couple of matter they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a little come to as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't attention ... you'll find a way to convert her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men shake bridge player and Mr. Carlucci goes to allow. He looks at me, smiles and blinking on the way out.

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

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

"Of trend Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Jones, collins, and I walk to his post. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, John Luther Jones says, gesturing at the chairwoman in front of his desk."body of water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men telephone exchange coup d'oeil with each other.

John Luther Jones sits behind his desk and Collins sits in the death chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business organisation has been struggling the live duad of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some stage of surrender in his voice."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will redeem the company."He continues.

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

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

"Okay…"I reply, curious 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 suspension."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to bring the revised contract to his hotel elbow room tonight to sign."Jones says, a small quietly.

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

The men look at each other for a few s."Brittany…"says William Wilkie Collins."We're prepared to pay you a committal if this muckle closes."he pauses."One hundred chiliad 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 on the contract bridge ”, 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 out silence.

"I know… ... I know…"John Luther Jones says, sighing a little."The realness of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just retrieve of all the people that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."Take a foresighted lunch ... 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 Jones'office. 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 mind racing. So a good deal money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in restitution ? Maybe he just wants my company ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't trickster on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

I take my time, and finally go back to the situation. Mr. Mary Harris Jones gives me the signalise papers showing I get the commission if the softwood happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised declaration 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 arcsecond 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 Mother 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 solar day. I try to act convention even though all I can cerebrate about is ... the contract.

"The fille at the role invited me out for some drinkable tonight ”, I tell Jared.

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get gear up. I take a exhibitioner, shave my leg, and cut down my pubic whisker. I shave it a little to a greater extent than usual, leaving only a aphrodisiac footling shortly blonde triangle.

I get out of the exhibitioner and choose my outfit. I put on my pink satin Victoria enigma flip-flop pantie. I little undulation of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the alone one.

I choose a black faux leather miniskirt, and whiten short arm top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a niggling like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just sign on the contract.

I put on some very red, mystifying gloss lipstick. Maybe he'll see how sodding my lipstick is and not require to destroy it.

It's time to go and I give Jared a little peck on the rim, 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 work up up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to bless, but I'm not for sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convert him. I guess I can always just go out if it doesn't find right to me.

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, make yourself at plate"he says ... putting his hand around my shank and leading me to the main room of the penthouse rooms. His big helping hand feeling so rough 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 living way of the suite, with a coffee table 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 coffee tabular array.

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

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

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

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

I take another big sip of wine. Trying desperately to slow down. He's so curmudgeonly and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the glass and says"let me decant you some more ”, and pours More wine into my crank.

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

"So are you married ? Boyfriend ?"

"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 work force. He has on a wedding closed chain. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okay. I take a trench breathing space, trying to relax.

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

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

"You really are a beautiful young woman Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the spine of his digit. After a footling bit, he pulls me a footling 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 kitty ”, he says, trying a soothing voice.

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

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

I look at the contract on the coffee 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 thigh, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the sexiest softest legs lulu ”, 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 space on my ear, neck opening and unsheathed voice 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 job ”, he pauses,"You know how this works."a hint of business in his voice.

He brushes my blonde hairsbreadth back, exposing my neck. I feel his lips gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck. I can feel his scratchy moustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His strong working man's deal feeling my body and caressing my tranquil outer thigh. His rim kissing the touchy skin of the backrest of my cervix and bare part of my shoulder joint. Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to hail to terms with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely breathe. I desperately fight back the tear I feel starting to swell up in my oculus. I just keep them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the lips. His mustache flavour rough on my upper lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waist and drag me firmly against him, pressing his mouth passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I have no pick but to follow and open my mouth just enough for him to slue is natural language in. I put my handwriting against his big chest. He's very mesomorphic. I can experience how hirsute his chest is, even through his tee 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 thigh just at the underside of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a business firm hug, and pulls it towards him spreading my stage just a little. The tone of him French people kissing me, the intensity of his rough hands on my dead body and thigh, the flavor of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a short excrescence of my inner labia and clit. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to osculate down my chin and then gently kisses and suction my touchy cervix. He slowly slides his hand off my privileged thigh and up the early face of my body. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his script over my bare breast. He gives it a firm squeeze. I let out a little sigh as now some deep region of my brain is now siding with my soundbox. I breathe arduous and trench, trembling. I can feel my nipple puffiness and protruding under his big paw.

He kisses back up my neck opening, over my chin and back onto my mouth. As he french buss me, I move my backtalk and tongue accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his mitt off of my breast, 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, quiet, but high gear pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a fiddling against his big chest.

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the mitt that's around my waistline. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to prove his strength. The suddenness startles me a picayune. He moves his oral cavity closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a speck of disapproval in his spokesperson,"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 swallow hole in. I feel a tear run down my boldness. He's so firm. I know for sure there would be no way for me to get away if I tried. Then he kisses my cervix just below my ear. He slides his manus further up my second joint. I spread my ramification timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin pantie. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My body continues to denounce me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my pussycat, squeezing and rubbing in trivial 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 centre digit between my now very silky labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

"Ohhh Brittany ... I've gotten you wet seaport'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, fierce middle digit deep into my vagina."Oh ... oh ... oh ... slowly"I beg timidly.

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

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

He kisses and finger's breadth me for what seems like several hour. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your pussy Brittany."He slides his fingerbreadth out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the same clock time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the sofa. My scanty slip off and he slides them down my long legs 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 ramification to my inner second joint. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rocky mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and pass over away the tears that have run down my impertinence, keeping one hand over my face.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy steady"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his spit all up and down my inner labia and up to my clit. Then gently but firmly sucking my clit between his lips.

He slides his hands up my body, under my top, and over my chest. 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 cumulation.

I start to come to the recognition that I have no pick but to try to recover a way to make relaxed and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to recall of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His stiff 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. GOD he knows what to do with his knife. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my knocker. He flicks his tongue over my clit aggressively.

I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an coming building. He can smell out I'm getting there and lick my puss and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the intense orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breather. Breathing hard.

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

He stands up and clout off his jersey and boxershorts, then his underwear. I see his naked eubstance. He's so hairy, much of it Asa Gray. His pecker is rock 'n' roll hard and Brobdingnagian ! 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 sofa. He pulls off my mini and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the couch."Spread your leg sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his pecker up and down between my incision. Getting my ointment all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His thick bureau pilus between my digit.

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

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

I hold my breath as he slides his stocky pecker all the way into my very creamy wet kitty. It slides in easily and smoothly but hurts a little as it stretches me.

He lays down on top of me, his straits by my ear. I can feel the weight of his lowering, 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 slit !"

He starts to bang me a piffling 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 little moan with each placate poking."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like dad's stopcock in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several instant. I run my manus over his unassailable, built body. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and start moving my hip 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 peter out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the shaft.

"tour over, get on your knee joint"he commands.

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

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

"You make my peter so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his hawkshaw back into me. He puts his stiff hands on my hip and pulls me back onto his prick hard and deep.

I feel so a great deal tighter in this post ! The ecstasy of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh fuck !"trembling ... the Holy Writ barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to Ezra Pound against my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic hair against the frail tegument of my ass and pussy feels so titillating. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his fatheaded shaft deep in my cunt. His big Nut swing between my legs hitting my button.

He's no longer placate, I'm getting fucked rough and hard. He grabs my hair and puts a deal 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 force 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 inner thigh, and spreading all over my eubstance.

My vagina squeezes his peter 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 tool pulsing over and over as he ejaculates trench inside me.

We collapse on the couch. 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"he says. He starts flipping through the pages.

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

I get some throne theme and clean up my vagina effective I can. I can find his semen dripping out a bit. I try my full, but it keeps coming. I just put on my scanty and miniskirt and pass over off whats left of my makeup and lip rouge. I'm almost at the scepter of sobbing and have to struggle back more tears.

I finally indite myself and come out of the john. 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 shank and gives me a few patrician osculation."I hope Jones and Collins take good aid of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the doorway and get in the lift. I walk quickly through the empty foyer, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for respective minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become mindful how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick prick felt deep inside me.

Finally, I drive place. I go inside and thankfully Jared is vocalize asleep. I go in the privy and hire off my clothes. The genitals of my panties is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also smell out Carlucci's cologne all over my dress. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty dress hamper. I take a foresighted shower trying desperately to cleanse every touch of him off my body.

Mary Harris Jones and Wilkie Collins make good on their promise and paid me the commissioning. I deposited it in a cloak-and-dagger savings story. 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 regain from that Night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in rattling life, have you watched the news in the last few long time at all ? ? Do you make love how your girl, married woman, and lady friend are treated by the powerful men in their workplaces ?