THE CONTRACT



My name is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 old age old, and got my first expert job as a cut-rate sale apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting gross revenue meeting. Basic support functions for the sales event section. It's a fairly high gear atmospheric pressure department as many of the deals they make are worth one C of K 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 careers are more established. We're perfect for each former ! 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 Collins are the owners of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bigger pot. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat 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 tough to please my employers. A duet of the female place actor act a fiddling 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 picayune, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to brush off them.

For the last week I've been working on a very significant presentation. winner Carlucci, the owner of a very large construction companionship, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will give the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important hand, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to seduce sure thing 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 spirit in the building industry. He has salt-n-pepper hairsbreadth, slicked back and a thick Louis Harold Gray mustache. 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 up. Mr. Carlucci looks me up and down, takes it and says"oh…hello gorgeous !"He takes my mitt up to his lip and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and firm, working man's hands.

The men go in the conference room and commence the display. My desk is out in the main room, but the conference room is surrounded by chicken feed 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 ? ointment and sugar."“ Yes Mr Casey Jones ”, I reply.

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

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

"Call me Vic sweetheart ”, 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 study. I occasionally look up at the league room. I see the men wrapping up the get together and standing just outside the threshold continuing to talk. I can take in just a distich of affair they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a niggling pertain as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't tending ... you'll find a way to win over her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

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

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

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

"Of course of instruction Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Daniel Jones, Collins, and I walk to his authority. We go in and Collins closes the threshold behind us."Please ... sit ”, John Paul Jones says, gesturing at the electric chair in strawman of his desk."water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange coup d'oeil with each other.

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

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for engagement"adds Jones."Their home ... 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, odd as to why they're telling me all this.

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few changes 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 work the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."Casey Jones says, a little 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 commission if this great deal closes."he pauses."One hundred one thousand dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to oppose."Look ... Brittany…"Jones says slowly."It's of import 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 declaration ”, Wilkie Collins interjects.

It begins to click 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 realism of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just call up of all the multitude that rely on this ship's company to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."Take a long lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new declaration for you to add 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 handbag and go to tiffin.

I can barely eat, my nous racing. So much money ! ! It would be aliveness changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? 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 cheat on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so very much Old !

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

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 day. I try to act convention even though all I can think about is ... the contract.

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

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a shower, shave my leg, and trim my pubic fuzz. I shave it a little to a greater extent than usual, leaving only a aphrodisiac minuscule unforesightful blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower bath and choose my getup. I put on my pink satin Victoria mystery lash step-in. I small wafture of gilt comes over me, as I've only fall apart them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a black faux leather miniskirt, and Caucasian curt sleeve top that shows a slight of my tummy. I look a footling like a school day girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just ratify the contract.

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

It's fourth dimension to go and I give Jared a piffling 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 respective transactions I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to ramp up up the cheek to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my head. I desperately want him to sign, but I'm not certain if I'm prepared to do just anything to win over him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't palpate right-hand to me.

I finally get up the nerve to go in. I walk into the third house, 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 flooring and I stand extraneous and suspension for what seems like an eternity.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, stool yourself at home"he says ... putting his script around my waist and leading me to the master room of the penthouse suite. His big hand feels so rough out on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a vast sectioned couch in the marrow of the huge living room of the suite, with a coffee table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat murkily 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 feeding bottle down on the coffee table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the hurry ? Plenty of time for business."

He sits down close to me on the lounge, his consistence turned one-half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so close, I can smell his cologne, it smells really honorable."So ... tell me ... you like working for Collins and Inigo Jones ?"

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

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

I take another big sip of wine. Trying desperately to relax. He's so gruff and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the trash and says"let me stream you some more ”, and pours Sir Thomas More wine into my glassful.

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

"So are you married ? swain ?"

"I have a fellow ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hired man. He has on a wedding ceremony gang. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be O.K.. I take a rich breather, trying to relax.

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

After a trivial piece, he slides over a short and puts his arm around me and starts softly rubbing my shoulder joint with his fingertips.

"You really are a beautiful young woman Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the spine of his finger's breadth. After a little bit, he pulls me a little finisher. I resist just slightly.

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

"No…."I reply nervously.

"You don't have to be…"

"I'm a big pussycat ”, he says, trying a assuasive voice.

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

I certainly don't want to get across him ! The persuasion enters my mind. What if I can't do this and switch my mind, what if he gets angry ?

I look at the contract on the coffee tabular array. 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 sweetheart ”, he whispers. Getting very close to my ear.

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

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

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

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

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

I'm frozen… His strong working man's custody feeling my body and caressing my smooth taboo thigh. His mouth kissing the frail cutis of the backrest of my neck and bare constituent of my shoulder. Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come up to term 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 eye. I just keep them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to snog me gently on the mouth. His mustache look rough on my speed lip. He slides the handwriting that was around me down to my shank and drag me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I have no choice but to comply and open up my mouth just enough for him to slide is knife in. I put my mitt against his big pectus. He's very muscular. I can palpate how hirsute his breast is, even through his t-shirt. He works his knife 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 mini. He gives my thigh a house liquidity crisis, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a slight. The touch sensation of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough mitt on my organic structure and thigh, the olfactory sensation of his very pleasant Koln illicit an involuntary answer. I feel a little intumescence of my interior labia and clitoris. 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 affair, under normal circumstances, would be a turn-on. My body doesn't know the difference !

He starts to kiss down my Kuki-Chin and then gently kisses and sucks my finespun neck. He slowly slides his hand off my inner thigh and up the other side of my body. He slowly slips his digit under my top and slides his hired man over my bare chest. He gives it a house squeeze. I let out a little sigh as now some deep component of my brain is now siding with my physical structure. I breathe sound and rich, trembling. I can experience my mammilla intumescency and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my neck opening, over my Chin and back onto my lips. As he Gallic buss me, I move my backtalk and natural language accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his hand off of my titty, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slither it further up between my legs under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a cautious, placidity, but mellow pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

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

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

His big fingers reach my satin panty. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My consistence continues to cheat me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big digit against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, makes my labia throbbing and dude. I breathe heavy and deep.

He pulls my panty to one side and slides the tip of his midriff finger between my now very slick labia. His fingertip coast easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

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

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

He kisses and fingers me for what seems like several arcminute. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your pussy Brittany."He slides his finger out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my pantie. He finds them and starts to overstretch slowly. At the same prison term, pulling my ass towards the boundary of the sofa. My step-in slip off and he slides them down my long pegleg 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 thigh. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and wipe away the tears that have run down my cheeks, keeping one hand over my face.

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

He slides his hands up my body, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussy more aggressively. I can feel his roughly mustache brushing against my very well trimmed hillock.

I start to number to the realization that I have no option but to try to bump a way to relax and relish this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong pugnacious script 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 seize with teeth my finger. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my titty. He flicks his tongue over my clitoris aggressively.

I start to respire haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can find an orgasm building. He can smell I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my cover and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the vivid orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the farseeing bill. Finally it ends and I catch my hint. breathing hard.

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

He stands up and drag off his tee shirt and shorts, then his underwear. I see his naked torso. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His prick is rock hard and huge ! It's midst ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and pulls me sideways across the wide of the mark lounge. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely raw and vulnerable on the sofa."Spread your branch sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the straits of his hawkshaw up and down between my prick. Getting my ointment all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His midst thorax fuzz between my fingers.

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

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

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

He lays down on top of me, his head by my ear. I can feel the weight of his backbreaking, haired physical structure. 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 bed me a little harder, but still gently. It doesn't hurt anymore. It starts to finger good. It feels so thick in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

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

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several minute of arc. I run my mitt over his strong, built body. His muscle are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a piffling 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 tool 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."Spread your knees a little"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

"God damn 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 dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his peter back into me. He puts his strong script on my hips and clout me back onto his pecker difficult and deep.

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

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The belief of his compact rough pubic hair against the frail peel of my ass and slit feels so titillating. I squeal and groan uncontrollably each time he slams his blockheaded dick deep in my pussy. His big testicle swing between my ramification hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked rough and hard. He grabs my haircloth and puts a hand on my shoulder for leverage. smacking 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 pull out away as the intense climax peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can sense it deep in my vagina, in my inner thighs, and spreading all over my body.

My vagina squeezes his hawkshaw hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me strong. 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 deal a look at this contract bridge"he says. He starts flipping through the pages.

I collect my clothes 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 tears.

I get some toilet paper and scavenge up my vagina easily I can. I can feel his semen dripping out a bit. I try my estimable, 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 privy. 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 osculation."I hope Mary Harris Jones and Collins take good aid of you"he tells me.

I force a shy grin and take the air out the room access and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the void antechamber, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for various proceedings sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a fiddling sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick dick felt recondite inside me.

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

Jones and Collins make honorable on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a secret savings history. 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 months to emotionally find from that nighttime, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

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