THE contract



My public figure is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my 1st dear job as a sales apprentice with a sensitive sized caller. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting sales meetings. Basic support functions for the sales department. It's a fairly heights air pressure section as many of the deal they make are worth C of thousands and sometimes zillion of dollars.

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

microphone Mother Jones and Richard collins are the owner of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the guest personally on the bigger batch. 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 employment ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A couple of the female person office workers act a little covetous towards me. After a few citizenry 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 jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the last week I've been working on a very important presentation. superior Carlucci, the possessor of a very prominent twist companionship, is coming in. Mr. Daniel Jones and Mr. Wilkie Collins will commit the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important heap, and we need to put in whatever effort is requirement to make for sure affair go right.

The morning time comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very boisterous New House of York Italian man who's well built soundbox looks like he's spent his life in the twist industry. He has salt-n-pepper fuzz, slicked back and a compact 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 shake up. Mr. Carlucci looks me up and down, takes it and says"oh…hello gorgeous !"He takes my hand up to his lip and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and substantial, working man's hands.

The men go in the league room and start the introduction. My desk is out in the master room, but the conference room is surrounded by glass and I can see in. The demonstration looks to be going well.

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

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

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

"Call me Vic beauty ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and work. I occasionally look up at the group discussion room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to babble. I can overhear just a dyad of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a petty refer as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't attention ... you'll find a way to convince her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men didder hands and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smiles and twinkling on the way out.

Jones and Collins continue to talk for a few hour by the league room door. They look serious and glance my way a distich of times.

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

"Of course Mr. Casey Jones"I reply, and follow him. Casey Jones, William Wilkie 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 figurehead of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glances 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 has been struggling the final stage couple of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some arcdegree of resignation in his voice."This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company."He continues.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."Look ... Brittany…"Bobby 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 pharynx,"... convince…"

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

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

"I know… ... I know…"Casey Jones says, sighing a picayune."The world of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just mean of all the people that rely on this ship's company to succeed."He pauses for a few instant."Take a long lunch ... think it over."“ This good 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 Paul 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 much money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in tax return ? Maybe he just wants my fellowship ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of class he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't cheat on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

I take my time, and finally go back to the office staff. Mr. Daniel Jones gives me the signed document showing I get the delegation if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract bridge for Mr. Carlucci to signalize.

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

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

I leave with the briefcase and private road 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 think about is ... the declaration.

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

"Oh that's bang-up !"he says."It will be skillful for you to go and trammel with them."

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a rain shower, shave my stage, and trim my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a sexy little short blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower and prefer my outfit. I put on my garden pink satin Victoria closed book lash step-in. I little wafture of gilt comes over me, as I've only have on them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the merely one.

I choose a black faux leather miniskirt, and white unretentive sleeve top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a piddling like a schooling girl. Maybe Carlucci will take compassion on me and just signal the contract.

I put on some very red, deep rubric lip rouge. Maybe he'll see how perfect my lip rouge is and not want to destroy it.

It's time to go and I give Jared a picayune peck on the lips, to not disturb my lip rouge."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For various minute of arc I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the spunk to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my head. I desperately want him to ratify, but I'm not trusted if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't find right to me.

I finally get up the mettle to go in. I walk into the entrance hall, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top story 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 poor while, Mr. Carlucci answers."Brittany !"he says in a booming robustious voice and a big smile.

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

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

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, take a shit yourself at home"he says ... putting his deal around my waist and leading me to the chief room of the penthouse suite. His big hand tactile property so rough on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional sofa in the center of the huge living room of the cortege, with a java tabular array in the midsection. I walk over to it and sit. The way is somewhat indistinctly 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 ? pile of time for business."

He sits down close to me on the sofa, his body turned one-half towards me. I take a big sip of vino. He's so conclude, I can smell his cologne, it smells really good."So ... tell me ... you like working for Tom Collins and John Paul Jones ?"

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

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

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

"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 favorable guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hands. He has on a wedding ring. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be hunky-dory. I take a deep hint, trying to relax.

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

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

"You really are a beautiful miss Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a slight bit, he pulls me a picayune 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 kitty-cat ”, he says, trying a soothing voice.

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

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

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

He slides his script down to my bare leg and starts caressing the exterior of my second joint, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the aphrodisiac softest branch beauty ”, 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 hint on my ear, neck and bare role 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 have intercourse how this works."a clue of line in his voice.

He brushes my blonde hair's-breadth back, exposing my neck. I feel his lips gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck. I can feel his unsmooth moustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His strong working man's manus feeling my body and caressing my smooth tabu thigh. His brim kissing the frail pelt of the cover of my neck and bare part of my articulatio humeri. Up until this item I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to condition with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely take a breath. I desperately fight back the tears I feel starting to swell up in my eyes. I just keep them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to osculate me gently on the lips. His moustache feeling rough on my speed lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waist and wrench me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I have no choice but to follow and open my mouth just enough for him to slip is tongue in. I put my hired man against his big breast. He's very hefty. I can find how hirsute his chest is, even through his T-shirt. He works his tongue aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his mitt that was caressing my outer thigh over to the interior of my thigh just at the seat of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my stage just a piffling. The feeling of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hands on my body and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant eau de cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a fiddling bulge of my inner labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to kiss down my chin and then gently kisses and sucks my touchy neck. He slowly slides his hand off my inner thigh and up the other English of my body. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his bridge player over my bare titty. He gives it a firm credit crunch. I let out a little sigh as now some deep function of my brain is now siding with my body. I breathe heavy and cryptical, trembling. I can find my nipple swelling and protruding under his big bridge player.

He kisses back up my neck, over my chin and back onto my lips. As he French people osculation me, I move my mouth and glossa accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his hand off of my breast, back down slipping it between my thighs which are now tightly closed. He tries to slither it further up between my stage under my mini. I tense up and let out a timid, tranquilize, but gamy pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hired hand that's around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his strong suit. The precipitancy startles me a picayune. He moves his sass closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a breath of disfavour in his phonation,"If you want something from me… then you need to pass me what I want."

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said sump in. I feel a rupture run down my cheek. He's so strong. 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 deal further up my thigh. I spread my legs timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big finger reach my satin scanty. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My dead body continues to bewray me. The very sexual flavour of him pressing his big finger's breadth against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in minuscule lot, makes my labia pounding and clotheshorse. I breathe heavy and deep.

He pulls my panties to one incline and slides the tip of his middle finger between my now very slickness labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His fingerbreadth glides up and down my prick. Then he slides his big, rough 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 piffling. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increment dramatically as he fingers me a short harder. Still just in and out just a flyspeck bit. His knuckle joint pressing against my puss. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another teardrop run down my cheek. I regret how stupid I am to even hail here ! Now I just have to accept the event. My body is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina look so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and finger me for what seems like several min. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na tasting your twat Brittany."He slides his finger's breadth out and slip both hands up my mini to my hip joint searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull up slowly. At the same meter, pulling my ass towards the sharpness of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my long leg to my heel. He takes them off too and lets them return to the floor.

I lay back on the sofa as he kisses his way up my legs to my internal thighs. He gently kisses my dent, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my hand on my side and pass over away the binge that have run down my cheeks, keeping one hand over my grimace.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful snatch stunner"he growls. He starts to disperse my now very creamy labia with his tongue. 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 lips.

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 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 incur a way to relax and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to cogitate of matter about Carlucci that are attractive. His solid rough handwriting 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 spit. I grip his mitt 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 finger an orgasm edifice. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clitoris harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my dorsum and squealing loudly. The squealing stopover as the vivid orgasm flower. He licks me relentlessly through the prospicient point. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. external respiration hard.

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

He stands up and pulling off his tee shirt and underdrawers, then his underwear. I see his nude body. He's so hairy, much of it gray. His peter is rock and roll hard and immense ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and pulls me sideways across the wide sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely bare and vulnerable on the sofa."cattle farm your legs sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his dick up and down between my slit. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my mitt on his pectus. His compact dresser hair's-breadth between my fingers.

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

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

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

He lays down on top of me, his header by my ear. I can feel the free weight of his heavy, hairy body. He starts to skid his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'fuddled cunt !"

He starts to have a go at it me a little 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 moan with each gentle jabbing."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like papa's cock in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for several minutes. I run my hands over his strong, built soundbox. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and come out moving my pelvis up and down matching his movements.

"Mmmm….That's it ... you love getting fucked, don't you Brittany ?"

After a little more, he stops and pulls his dick out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the 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 piddling"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

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

"You make my dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his dick back into me. He puts his strong hands on my rosehip and wrench me back onto his dick backbreaking and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this spatial relation ! The ecstasy of it catches me off safeguard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh piece of tail !"trembling ... the watchword barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to Irish punt against my ass sharply. The feeling of his stocky rough pubic hair against the delicate cutis of my ass and pussy tactile property so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his wooden-headed putz deep in my pussy. His big nuts swing between my leg hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked rough and hard. He grabs my whisker 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 pull away as the intense sexual climax peaks. He grips me squiffy, I'm not going anywhere. I can find it deep in my vagina, in my inside thighs, and spreading all over my body.

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

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

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

I collect my clothes and go to the retinue's bath. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My composition is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the tears.

I get some toilet paper and make clean up my vagina C. H. Best I can. I can sense his seed dripping out a bit. I try my beneficial, but it keeps coming. I just put on my step-in and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally compose myself and come out of the toilet. 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 blue kisses."I hope Jones and Collins take good 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 empty lobby, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for respective bit sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick dick felt oceanic abyss inside me.

Finally, I drive home plate. I go inside and thankfully Jared is go asleep. I go in the bathroom and conduct off my dress. The privates of my pantie is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell out 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 long shower trying desperately to clean every trace of him off my body.

Daniel Jones and Collins make good on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a hole-and-corner savings report. I never told Jared about what happened. Once in a piece, when we need it, I take some of the money. I tell him it comes from my parents. It took months to emotionally recoup from that night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think thing like this don't happen in material life sentence, have you watched the news program in the last few year at all ? ? Do you know how your girl, wives, and girl are treated by the mighty men in their workplaces ?