THE declaration



My name is Brittany. I was freshly out of college, 22 years old, and got my initiative trade good job as a sales apprentice with a medium sized ship's company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting gross sales meetings. staple reenforcement single-valued function for the sales department. It's a fairly high pressure department as many of the mint they make are worth hundreds of thousands and sometimes millions of dollars.

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

microphone Jones and Richard Collins are the owner of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the client personally on the adult deals. 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 strong work ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A twain of the female billet proletarian act a petty covetous 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 little, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the finis workweek I've been working on a very significant presentation. Victor Carlucci, the owner of a very large construction company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will give the sales presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important mass, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to ready sure things go right.

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

Mr. Bobby 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 mitt up to his lip and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hired man are unsmooth and strong, working man's hands.

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

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

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

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

"shout me Vic mantrap ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and study. I occasionally look up at the conference room. I see the men wrapping up the get together and standing just outside the door continuing to spill the beans. I can overhear just a span of matter they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Jones look a picayune relate as the conversation continues. They seem intimidated by Mr. Carlucci."I don't guardianship ... you'll find a way to convince her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

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

Mary Harris Jones and Collins continue to babble out for a few bit by the conference room door. They look sober and glance my way a couple of times.

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

"Of course of study Mr. Jones"I reply, and follow him. Mother Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and William Wilkie Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Mother Jones says, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk."Water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glances with each other.

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

He looks at Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for use"adds Mary Harris Jones."Their household ... their kids."Collins says."The muckle is deserving 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, queer as to why they're telling me all this.

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

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

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

The men look at each early for a few bit."Brittany…"says Collins."We're prepared to pay you a delegacy if this deal closes."he pauses."One hundred chiliad dollars."

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to respond."Look ... Brittany…"Casey Jones says slowly."It's important that you understand ... for obvious reasons… that all we're asking you to do is… ahem"he clears his throat,"... convince…"

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

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

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

We stand and walk out of Jones'government 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 judgement racing. So practically money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return ? Maybe he just wants my party ? ? I wish I could be so uninitiate. Of form he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't bearded darnel on my swain. And Mr. Carlucci is so much elderly !

I take my clip, and finally go back to the spot. Mr. Jones gives me the signed document showing I get the commission if the wad happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract 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 second gear 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 Inigo Jones says"Brittany…. Thank you."

I leave with the briefcase and cause home. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our daytime. I try to act formula even though all I can call up about is ... the contract.

"The young lady at the office invited me out for some drinking tonight ”, I tell Jared.

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get ready. I take a shower bath, shave my legs, and clip my pubic hair. I shave it a little More than common, leaving only a aphrodisiacal little poor blond triangle.

I get out of the rain shower and choose my kit. I put on my garden pink satin Victoria secret thong panties. I little wave of gilt comes over me, as I've only wear thin them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a sinister faux leather miniskirt, and blank short sleeve top that shows a slight of my tummy. I look a picayune like a schoolhouse girl. Maybe Carlucci will take in pity on me and just bless the contract.

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

It's metre to go and I give Jared a lilliputian lot on the lips, to not raise up my lipstick."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several proceedings I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to make up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to ratify, but I'm not certainly if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just go away if it doesn't feel right to me.

I finally get up the nerve 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 exterior and break for what seems like an timelessness.

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

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

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

He's dressed very casually in a t-shirt and shorts. 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.

"ejaculate in, realize yourself at home"he says ... putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the principal elbow room of the penthouse suite. His big hand feeling so jolty on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectioned couch in the center of the huge living room of the cortege, with a coffee tabular array in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the declaration and lay it out on the coffee mesa.

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

He sits down close to me on the sofa, his soundbox turned half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so come together, I can smack his Cologne, it smells really good."So ... tell me ... you like working for Collins and Jones ?"

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

"They're weak…. Nice guys, but decrepit ... In line of work you have to be ruthless."he growls.

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

"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 golden 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 bass breath, trying to relax.

We talk a little spell. 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 with his fingertips.

"You really are a beautiful missy Brittany."

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

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the spine of his fingerbreadth. After a niggling bit, he pulls me a slight closer. I resist just slightly.

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

"No…."I reply nervously.

"You don't have to be…"

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

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

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

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 second joint, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the aphrodisiac softest legs smasher ”, he whispers. Getting very close to my ear.

He slides his hand up and down my outer thigh and over my hip. I feel his breathing space on my ear, neck and bare share of my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind me touching you a niggling 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 blond hair back, exposing my neck opening. I feel his mouth gently start to kiss my ear and then down to my neck opening. I can feel his rough moustache and his hot breath.

I'm frozen… His solid working man's hands feeling my consistency and caressing my still out thigh. His mouth kissing the delicate skin of the vertebral column of my neck and nude part of my shoulder joint. Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to price 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 eyes. I just restrain them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to kiss me gently on the lips. His moustache feels rough on my speed lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waist and pulls me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to afford them. I have no choice but to comply and open my mouth just enough for him to slide is glossa in. I put my workforce against his big dresser. He's very muscular. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue 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 bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my second joint a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a minuscule. The feeling of him french kissing me, the durability of his rough deal on my body and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant Cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a little swelling of my internal labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

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

He starts to buss down my chin and then gently buss and suck my fragile cervix. He slowly slides his hand off my interior thigh and up the other English of my body. He slowly slips his digit under my top and slides his hand over my bare breast. He gives it a firm squeeze. I let out a trivial sigh as now some deep part of my brain is now siding with my eubstance. I breathe heavy and deep, trembling. I can finger my pap swelling and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my neck, over my chin and back onto my lips. As he french kisses me, I move my mouthpiece and knife accordingly, terrified not to.

He slides his hand off of my breast, back down slipping it between my thigh which are now tightly closed. He tries to slide it further up between my pegleg under my mini. I tense up and let out a timid, smooth, but high school pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

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

He pauses for a few indorsement, as if to let what he said sink in. I feel a bout run down my cheek. He's so strong. I know for for certain 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 finger's breadth reach my satin panties. He starts to roughly rub my pussycat through them. My body continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big finger against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in niggling circles, makes my labia throb and swell. I breathe heavy and deep.

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

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

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

I feel another binge run down my brass. I regret how stupid I am to even come here ! Now I just have to accept the effect. My body is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina smell so erotic, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and fingerbreadth me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na sense of taste your pussy Brittany."He slides his finger out and slides both men up my miniskirt to my pelvic girdle searching for my panty. He finds them and starts to displume slowly. At the same clock time, pulling my ass towards the edge of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my long wooden leg to my bounder. He takes them off too and lets them fall to the floor.

I lay back on the couch as he kisses his way up my stage to my inner second joint. He gently kisses my pussy, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my hand on my expression and wipe away the crying that have run down my brass, keeping one script over my face.

"Oh fucking, you have such a beautiful purulent sweetheart"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his glossa all up and down my internal labia and up to my clitoris. Then gently but firmly sucking my clitoris between his backtalk.

He slides his hired hand up my consistency, under my top, and over my chest. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my kitty-cat more aggressively. I can sense his rough mustache brushing against my very well trimmed knoll.

I start to follow to the actualisation that I have no choice but to try to bump a way to unstrain and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong rough hired man are a turn-on. I've always been secretly attracted to older, ultra-masculine, sinewy men. Maybe I can win over myself that I wanted this.

"Mm"I squeak again quietly, and bite my finger's breadth. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his script firmly as he squeezes and massages my teat. He flicks his lingua over my clit aggressively.

I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm building. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clitoris harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the vivid orgasm apex. He licks me relentlessly through the hanker peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. Breathing hard.

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

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

He grabs my hip and pulls me sideways across the wide-cut sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the lounge."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 head of his dick up and down between my pussy. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His stocky chest whisker between my fingerbreadth.

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

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

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

He lays down on top of me, his question by my ear. I can find the weight of his gravid, haired body. He starts to slue his putz 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 short harder, but still gently. It doesn't detriment anymore. It starts to finger good. It feels so duncish in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a minuscule moan with each gentle thrust."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like daddy'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 firm, built soundbox. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and jump moving my pelvic arch up and down matching his movements.

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

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."gap your knees a little"he tells me, guiding me with his hands.

"God damn 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 turn his dick back into me. He puts his strong work force on my hips and pulls me back onto his putz hard and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this spot ! The disco biscuit of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh screw !"trembling ... the words barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The look of his thick rough pubic hair against the delicate hide of my ass and pussy feels so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick dick deep in my kitty-cat. His big nuts swing between my leg hitting my clitoris.

He's no longer soft, I'm getting fucked uncut and voiceless. He grabs my hair and puts a handwriting 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 away as the intense orgasm tiptop. He grips me soaked, I'm not going anywhere. I can finger it deep in my vagina, in my inner second joint, and spreading all over my body.

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

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

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

I collect my clothes and go to the suite's toilet. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My war paint is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the tears.

I get some toilet paper and clean up my vagina best I can. I can feel his semen dripping out a bit. I try my dependable, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panties and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my constitution and lipstick. I'm almost at the scepter of sobbing and have to agitate back more tears.

I finally compose myself and fare 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 walks me to the door. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few gentle kisses."I hope Jones and Collins take commodity care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy grin 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 various moment 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 mysterious inside me.

Finally, I drive home plate. I go inside and thankfully Jared is speech sound asleep. I go in the bathroom and rent off my wearing apparel. The privates of my panties is wet and crusted with cum. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the butt of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long exhibitor trying desperately to clean every touch of him off my body.

Jones and Collins make honorable on their promise and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a orphic savings account. 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 night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think affair like this don't happen in actual life, have you watched the news in the last few age at all ? ? Do you make out how your daughter, married woman, and girlfriend are treated by the sinewy men in their workplaces ?