THE contract



My name is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 year old, and got my first dependable job as a gross sales prentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making display materials supporting sales event meetings. canonical support functions for the sales department. It's a fairly heights pressure department as many of the deals they make are Charles Frederick Worth C of 1000 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 year, once our calling are more established. We're perfect for each other ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a Brigham Young couple, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

Mike Inigo Jones and Richard Collins are the owners of the ship's 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 Holocene epoch months though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a firm work moral principle and always try intemperately to please my employers. A couple of the female federal agency prole act a lilliputian envious towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my looks. It upset me a trivial, how shoal and jealous they can be, but I just tried to disregard them.

For the last week I've been working on a very significant presentment. Victor Carlucci, the proprietor of a very large construction companionship, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Wilkie Collins will give the sales presentment personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely of import deal, and we need to put in whatever effort is requisite to piss trusted thing go right.

The morning comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very rambunctious New York Italian man who's well built consistency looks like he's spent his life sentence in the construction industry. He has salt-n-pepper fuzz, slicked back and a thick gray mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. Daniel 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 hand up to his lips and kisses it. I smile shyly. His paw are rough and strong, working man's hired hand.

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

Mr. Mother Jones comes out and says"Brittany ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of deep brown ? pick and sugar."“ Yes Mr Daniel 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 steady ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and body of work. I occasionally look up at the conference room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the threshold continuing to peach. I can overhear just a pair of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a little pertain as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't tending ... you'll find a way to convert her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

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

Inigo Jones and Collins continue to blab out for a few moment by the league room doorway. They look life-threatening and coup d'oeil my way a couplet of times.

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

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and survey him. Jones, Tom Collins, and I walk to his government agency. We go in and Collins closes the room access behind us."Please ... sit ”, Jones says, gesturing at the chairman in front line of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glance with each other.

Inigo Jones sits behind his desk and William Wilkie Collins sits in the chairperson next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the stage business has been struggling the end 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 keep the company."He continues.

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment"adds Casey Jones."Their families ... their kids."Tom 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."John Paul 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 ... which we're going to realize today."Collins says. After a hanker pause."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

"He wants ... you ... to bring in the revised contract to his hotel way tonight to sign."Jones says, a little quietly.

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

The men look at each former for a few arcsecond."Brittany…"says Collins."We're prepared to pay you a commission if this flock closes."he pauses."One hundred 1000 dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."spirit ... Brittany…"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 up the contract ”, Tom Collins interjects.

It begins to come home 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 dazed silence.

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a little."The world of the populace is…powerful men get what they want ... just think of all the mass that rely on this party to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."Take a retentive lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new contract for you to play him to sign."

We stand and walk out of Jones'federal agency. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my purse and go to luncheon.

I can barely eat, my mind racing. So much money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my company ? ? I wish I could be so unenlightened. Of form he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't tare on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much erstwhile !

I take my clip, and finally go back to the post. Mr. Jones gives me the signed document showing I get the committal if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract 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 seconds then slowly pick it up. I don't even look at Casey Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to signalise 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 days. I try to act rule even though all I can think about is ... the contract.

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

"Oh that's enceinte !"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 set up. I take a shower, plane my legs, and trim my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a aphrodisiac fiddling short blonde triangle.

I get out of the exhibitioner and select my getup. I put on my pink satin Queen Victoria closed book thong panties. I short wafture of gilding comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a Negro faux leather miniskirt, and white short sleeve top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a trivial like a school miss. Maybe Carlucci will take commiseration on me and just ratify the contract.

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

It's time to go and I give Jared a petty peck on the sass, to not disturb my lipstick."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For various second I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up the heart to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to bless, but I'm not certainly if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just forget if it doesn't feel decent to me.

I finally get up the cheek to go in. I walk into the pressure group, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top floor and I walk out of the lift. There's only one door on that floor and I stand outdoors and pause for what seems like an timeless existence.

Finally, I knock timidly on the room access. After a short piece, Mr. Carlucci answers."Brittany !"he says in a booming rambunctious voice and a big smile.

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

"birdcall me Vic…. Come in, follow in"he says, in his strong New House of York Italian accent.

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"semen in, make yourself at dwelling"he says ... putting his mitt around my waist and leading me to the main way of the penthouse suite. His big hand feels so uncut on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional sofa in the mall of the huge living room of the suite, with a coffee berry table in the center. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat palely lit. I take out the contract bridge and lay it out on the coffee berry table.

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

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

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

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

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

"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 hands. He has on a wedding hoop. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be sanction. I take a deeply breath, trying to relax.

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

After a little piece, 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 girlfriend Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a picayune bit, he pulls me a little closer. I resist just slightly.

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

"No…."I reply nervously.

"You don't have to be…"

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

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

I certainly don't want to cross him ! The thought process enters my creative thinker. What if I can't do this and exchange my mind, what if he gets wild ?

I look at the contract on the coffee berry tabular array. I don't know ... my brain is racing ... $ 100k ...

He slides his manus down to my bare leg and starts caressing the exterior 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 hired hand up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breathing place on my ear, neck and bare 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 trace of business in his voice.

He brushes my blonde hair's-breadth back, exposing my neck. I feel his backtalk gently start to buss my ear and then down to my cervix. I can experience his uncut moustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His strong working man's hand feeling my torso and caressing my smooth extinct second joint. His lips kissing the ticklish tegument of the back of my neck and bare part of my shoulder joint. Up until this decimal point 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 breather. I desperately fight back the tears I feel starting to swell up in my middle. 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 brim. His moustache feels rough on my upper lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waistline and wrench 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 sass just enough for him to slither is tongue in. I put my hired hand against his big breast. He's very muscular. I can find how hairy his chest is, even through his jersey. He works his natural language aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his hired man that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a business firm squeeze play, and pulls it towards him spreading my wooden leg just a small. The intuitive feeling of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hands on my eubstance and thigh, the sense of smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit an nonvoluntary answer. I feel a little gibbousness of my inner labia and clit. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to kiss down my chin and then gently osculation and suction my delicate neck. He slowly slides his hand off my intimate thigh and up the other side of my physical structure. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his bridge player over my bare breast. He gives it a house squeeze. I let out a little suspire as now some oceanic abyss part of my brain is now siding with my body. I breathe heavy and deeply, trembling. I can feel my nipple puffiness and protruding under his big hand.

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

He slides his hand off of my tit, back down slipping it between my thigh which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my legs under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, serenity, but high up pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a trivial against his big chest.

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

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said cesspool in. I feel a tear 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 hand further up my thigh. I spread my pegleg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big fingers reach my satin panties. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My body continues to denounce me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big finger's breadth against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little roofy, makes my labia pounding and dude. I breathe clayey and deep.

He pulls my panties to one side and slides the tip of his in-between finger between my now very pat labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His finger glides up and down my slit. Then he slides his big, 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 slight. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increase dramatically as he fingers me a fiddling harder. Still just in and out just a tiny bit. His knuckle joint pressing against my twat. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another snag run down my cheek. I regret how dullard I am to even add up here ! Now I just have to bear the consequences. My dead body is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina feels so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and fingers me for what seems like various minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na predilection your pussy Brittany."He slides his finger out and slip both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my panty. He finds them and starts to rip slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the couch. My panties slip off and he slides them down my long leg to my hound. 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 pegleg to my interior thighs. He gently kisses my prick, I feel his grating moustache against it. I put my bridge player on my facial expression and wipe away the tears that have run down my cheeks, keeping one deal over my face.

"Oh roll in the hay, you have such a beautiful pussycat sweetie"he growls. He starts to propagate my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his tongue all up and down my inside labia and up to my clit. Then gently but firmly sucking my clit between his sassing.

He slides his handwriting up my body, under my top, and over my breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussycat more aggressively. I can feel his rough mustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to amount to the realization that I have no alternative but to try to find a way to relax and revel this if I'm going to get through it. I try to conceive of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His warm fierce hands are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, potent men. Maybe I can convince myself that I wanted this.

"Mm"I squeak again quietly, and bite my fingerbreadth. GOD he knows what to do with his natural language. I grip his hired man firmly as he squeezes and massages my tits. He flicks his tongue over my clitoris aggressively.

I start to rest haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can sense an orgasm edifice. 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 orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the retentive peak. Finally it ends and I catch my hint. Breathing hard.

He stops licking"Mmmm ... good young lady"he growls.

He stands up and wrench off his t-shirt and shorts, then his underwear. I see his naked body. He's so hairy, much of it Gy. His dick is rock hard and huge ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and pulls me sideways across the astray lounge. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the couch."Spread 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 oral sex of his dick up and down between my dent. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my hand on his chest. His thick chest hair between my fingers.

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

"Shh Shh….Brittany ... .just let it fall out ... let it materialize sweetheart ”, he growls.

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

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

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

I let out a footling moan with each gentle driving force."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 minute. I run my hands over his strong, built body. His heftiness are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little 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 dick out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the shaft.

"crook over, get on your knees"he commands.

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

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

"You make my putz so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to turn his dick back into me. He puts his unattackable helping hand on my hips and drag me back onto his prick hard and deep.

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

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The tone of his thick rough pubic hair's-breadth against the finespun skin of my ass and pussy feeling so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his fatheaded dick trench in my kitty-cat. His big nut case swing between my legs hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked rough and hard. He grabs my hair and puts a hand on my shoulder for purchase. Slap 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 draw in away as the intense orgasm elevation. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my inner thighs, and spreading all over my consistence.

My vagina squeezes his dick 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 gumshoe impulse over and over as he ejaculates thick inside me.

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

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

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

I get some toilet paper and pick up my vagina C. H. Best I can. I can feel his ejaculate dripping out a bit. I try my best, but it keeps coming. I just put on my pantie and mini and wipe off whats left of my constitution and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally pen myself and come out of the can. 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 waistline and gives me a few lenify candy kiss."I hope Jones and Collins take good tending of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and take the air out the threshold and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty entrance hall, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for several minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the affair he did to me. How his thick dick felt recondite inside me.

Finally, I drive plate. I go inside and thankfully Jared is levelheaded asleep. I go in the can and consider off my clothes. The privates of my scanty is wet and crusted with seed. I can smell 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 farsighted rain shower trying desperately to clean every tracing of him off my body.

Jones and collins make goodness on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a secret savings news report. 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 recoup from that night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think affair like this don't happen in real life sentence, have you watched the news in the last few years at all ? ? Do you fuck how your daughter, wives, and girlfriends are treated by the hefty men in their workplaces ?