THE contract



My figure is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 twelvemonth old, and got my maiden good job as a sales prentice with a culture medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making display materials supporting sales meetings. staple funding functions for the sales event department. It's a fairly gamey pressure level section as many of the deals they make are Charles Frederick Worth one C of K and sometimes millions of dollars.

My boyfriend, Jared, and I met in college. We just moved in together and design to get married in a few long time, once our career are more set up. We're perfect for each other ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a young pair, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

Mike Inigo Jones and Richard Collins are the owners of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the customer personally on the bigger deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to handle them well. There have been some cutbacks in recent calendar month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a strong work ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A twain of the female office proletarian act a slight jealous towards me. After a few hoi polloi were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my expression. It upset me a little, how shoal and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the last hebdomad I've been working on a very important presentation. winner Carlucci, the owner of a very large structure troupe, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Tom 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 shit indisputable things go right.

The dawning comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very unruly New York Italian man who's well built torso looks like he's spent his aliveness in the twist industriousness. He has salt-n-pepper hair, slicked back and a wooden-headed grayness mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. 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 back talk and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rough and substantial, working man's workforce.

The men go in the group discussion elbow room and get the presentation. My desk is out in the main room, but the group discussion room is surrounded by field glass and I can see in. The presentation looks to be going well.

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Bretagne ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of umber ? ointment and sugar."“ Yes Mr Jones ”, I reply.

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

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

"vociferation me Vic steady ”, 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 work. I occasionally look up at the conference room. I see the men wrapping up the confluence and standing just outside the room access continuing to lecture. I can overhear just a mates of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a little concerned as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't care ... you'll find a way to win over her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

The men excite manus and Mr. Carlucci goes to give. He looks at me, grinning and blinking on the way out.

John Luther Jones and Collins continue to talk for a few minutes by the conference room door. They look life-threatening and glimpse my way a match of times.

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

"Of form Mr. Jones"I reply, and adopt him. Bobby Jones, William Wilkie Collins, and I walk to his bureau. We go in and collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Robert Tyre Jones says, gesturing at the death chair in front of his desk."urine ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glances with each other.

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

He looks at Daniel Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment"adds Jones."Their families ... their kids."Collins says."The mountain 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, curious 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 seduce today."Collins says. After a long interruption."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."Bobby Jones says, a little quietly.

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

The men look at each early for a few second."Brittany…"says Tom Collins."We're fain 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 oppose."Look ... Brittany…"Inigo Jones says slowly."It's crucial 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 contract ”, Collins interjects.

It begins to penetrate 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 stupefied secrecy.

"I know… ... I know…"Mother Jones says, sighing a little."The world of the earthly concern is…powerful men get what they want ... just think of all the citizenry that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few indorsement."Take a long lunch ... think it over."“ This good afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new contract bridge for you to convey 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 pocketbook and go to lunch.

I can barely eat, my nous racing. So a great deal money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in take ? Maybe he just wants my troupe ? ? I wish I could be so uninitiated. Of track he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't rig on my fellow. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

I take my prison term, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Robert Tyre Jones gives me the sign-language document showing I get the commission if the heap happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract bridge for Mr. Carlucci to ratify.

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 Bobby 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 menage. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our twenty-four hour period. I try to act normal even though all I can think about is ... the contract.

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

"Oh that's not bad !"he says."It will be nice for you to go and bond with them."

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a shower bath, trim my legs, and trim my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a aphrodisiac little dead blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower and pick out my outfit. I put on my pink satin Victoria Secret thong scanty. I footling wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only break them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the sole one.

I choose a fatal faux leather miniskirt, and white brusk sleeve top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a small like a schooltime girl. Maybe Carlucci will remove pity on me and just signalise the contract.

I put on some very red, thick rubric lipstick. Maybe he'll see how perfect my lipstick is and not need to destroy it.

It's metre to go and I give Jared a footling peck on the mouth, 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 build up the brass to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to sign, but I'm not for sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convert him. I guess I can always just result if it doesn't finger right to me.

I finally get up the cheek to go in. I walk into the lobby, 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 floor and I stand remote and pause for what seems like an eternity.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

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

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional couch in the center of the immense living room of the suite, with a coffee table in the heart. 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 bean table.

Carlucci comes out with my methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine and hands it to me, and puts the bottle down on the chocolate table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the hastiness ? Plenty 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 wine-coloured. He's so skinny, I can smell his Koln, it smells really ripe."So ... tell apart me ... you like working for Collins and Robert Tyre Jones ?"

"Yes ... they're very overnice"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-coloured. Trying desperately to relax. He's so gruff 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 ? fellow ?"

"I have a boyfriend ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

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

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

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

"You really are a beautiful miss Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a little bit, he pulls me a piddling closer. 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 pass over him ! The thought enters my idea. What if I can't do this and alter my mind, what if he gets angry ?

I look at the contract on the coffee mesa. 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 aphrodisiac softest peg sweetheart ”, he whispers. Getting very close to my ear.

He slides his hand up and down my outer second joint and over my hip. I feel his breathing place on my ear, neck and bare division 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 hint of job in his voice.

He brushes my blonde hair back, exposing my neck opening. 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 hands feeling my body and caressing my polish outer thigh. His sass kissing the delicate skin of the cover of my neck and bleak part of my articulatio humeri. Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to terminal figure 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 keep them closed.

He reaches up and takes my Kuki and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the lips. His moustache look rough on my upper lip. He slides the helping hand 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 pick but to follow and open up my oral cavity just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my hired hand against his big chest. He's very muscular. I can feel how hirsute his chest is, even through his jersey. He works his knife aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his hand that was caressing my outer thigh over to the interior of my thigh just at the freighter of my mini. He gives my second joint a firm wring, and pulls it towards him spreading my leg just a little. The feeling of him Gallic kissing me, the strength of his rough out hands on my body and thigh, the olfactory property of his very pleasant cologne illicit an unvoluntary answer. I feel a picayune swelling of my inside labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me require to cry even more that my body is betraying me like this. These affair, under formula circumstance, would be a turn-on. My consistence doesn't know the divergence !

He starts to buss down my chin and then gently buss and sucks my delicate cervix. He slowly slides his hand off my inner second joint and up the other side of my consistency. He slowly slips his finger under my top and slides his paw over my bare breast. He gives it a firm clinch. I let out a slight sigh as now some deep constituent of my Einstein is now siding with my body. I breathe gruelling and deep, trembling. I can feel my tit gibbousness and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my neck opening, over my Kuki-Chin and back onto my lips. As he french kiss me, I move my mouth and tongue 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 slide it further up between my legs under my mini. 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 pulls me against him with the hand that's around my shank. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to prove his strong point. The precipitousness startles me a little. He moves his backtalk closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a hint of disfavour in his voice,"If you want something from me… then you need to throw me what I want."

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

His big fingers reach my satin step-in. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My consistence continues to betray me. The very sexual spirit of him pressing his big finger against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe gravid and deep.

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

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His fingerbreadth glides up and down my scratch. Then he slides his big, rough middle finger's breadth 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 increase dramatically as he fingers me a little harder. Still just in and out just a diminutive bit. His knucks pressing against my pussy. He really knows what he's doing !

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

He kisses and digit me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na gustatory modality your puss Brittany."He slides his finger out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my rosehip searching for my scanty. He finds them and starts to rive slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the border of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my recollective legs to my heels. He takes them off too and lets them return to the floor.

I lay back on the couch as he kisses his way up my wooden leg to my inner thighs. He gently kisses my cunt, I feel his rough in mustache against it. I put my hand on my aspect and pass over away the tears that have run down my brass, keeping one bridge player over my case.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy sweetheart"he growls. He starts to overspread 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 clitoris between his lips.

He slides his hired man 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 rocky moustache brushing against my very well trimmed pitcher's mound.

I start to do to the actualization that I have no selection but to try to encounter a way to loosen up and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong approximate hands are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, right 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 tongue. I grip his hired man firmly as he squeezes and massages my titmouse. He flicks his tongue over my clit aggressively.

I start to catch one's breath haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm construction. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my puss and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the intense climax peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breathing spell. Breathing hard.

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

He stands up and pull off his t-shirt and boxers, then his underclothes. I see his naked organic structure. He's so hairy, much of it white-haired. His cock is rock hard and huge ! It's midst ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my articulatio coxae and pulls me sideways across the wide sofa. He pulls off my mini and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa."gap 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 dent. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my hired hand on his thorax. His thickly chest of drawers hair between my fingerbreadth.

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

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

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

He lays down on top of me, his head by my ear. I can feel the weight of his sonorous, hairy body. He starts to slither his dick in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'pissed kitty !"

He starts to roll in the hay me a little harder, but still gently. It doesn't hurt anymore. It starts to feel effective. It feels so loggerheaded in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a little groan with each blue thrust."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like dad's cock in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for various minutes. I run my hands over his strong, built consistency. His muscular tissue are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and take off 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 pecker out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the shaft.

"Turn over, get on your articulatio genus"he commands.

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

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

"You make my dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to solve his hawkshaw back into me. He puts his strong hands on my hip joint and pulls me back onto his dick hard and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this spatial relation ! The ecstasy of it catches me off sentry duty and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh fuck !"trembling ... the speech barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pounding against my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic fuzz against the delicate skin of my ass and pussy flavor so titillating. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick dick deep in my pussy. His big crank swing between my pegleg hitting my clit.

He's no longer placate, I'm getting fucked harsh and hard. He grabs my hair and puts a hand on my shoulder 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 draw in away as the intense sexual climax peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can find it deep in my vagina, in my inner thighs, and spreading all over my consistency.

My vagina squeezes his dick hard and he feels me cumming. He fucks me arduous. 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 consistence, kissing my neck.

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

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

I get some toilet report and cleanse up my vagina best I can. I can feel his seed dripping out a bit. I try my topper, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panties and mini and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lip rouge. I'm almost at the wand of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally compose myself and come out of the bathroom. 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 patrician candy kiss."I hope John Luther Jones and collins consume proficient 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 minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a petty sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick dick felt deep inside me.

Finally, I drive menage. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bathroom and take off my clothes. The crotch of my panties is wet and crusted with seminal fluid. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the rear end of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long exhibitioner trying desperately to cleanse every trace of him off my body.

John Paul Jones and William Wilkie Collins make good on their hope and paid me the mission. I deposited it in a secret savings write up. 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 month to emotionally recover from that nighttime, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

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