THE CONTRACT



My name is Brittany. I was fresh out of college, 22 yr old, and got my 1st unspoiled job as a sales prentice with a medium sized caller. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting sale meetings. Basic support purpose for the sales department. It's a fairly high-pitched pressure department as many of the deals they make are worth hundreds of yard and sometimes millions of dollars.

My beau, Jared, and I met in college. We just moved in together and plan to get married in a few class, once our career are more lay down. We're perfective 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 Mary Harris Jones and Richard collins are the owners of the ship's company. Sometimes, they meet with the clients personally on the bountiful hand. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in Holocene epoch month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a impregnable workplace ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A couple of the female person post workers act a minuscule jealous towards me. After a few people were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my looks. It upset me a short, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to push aside them.

For the last-place calendar week I've been working on a very important presentation. master Carlucci, the proprietor of a very large structure ship's company, is coming in. Mr. Mary Harris Jones and Mr. Collins will gift the sales event presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely important deal, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to form sure matter go right.

The dayspring comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a grandiloquent, very boisterous New York Italian man who's well built body looks like he's spent his life in the construction manufacture. He has salt-n-pepper hair, slicked back and a thick gray 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 agitate. 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 hands are rasping and strong, working man's manpower.

The men go in the conference room and begin the demonstration. My desk is out in the main room, but the league way is surrounded by 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 java ? Cream and sugar."“ Yes Mr Jones ”, I reply.

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

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

"Call me Vic sweetheart ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and oeuvre. I occasionally look up at the conference elbow room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the threshold continuing to let the cat out of the bag. I can overhear just a twain of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. Mary Harris 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 convince her"I overhear Mr. Carlucci growl in his gruff voice.

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

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

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

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and come him. Jones, Tom Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Inigo Jones says, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk."water ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men exchange glance with each other.

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

He looks at Casey Jones."Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment"adds Mary Harris Jones."Their household ... their kids."William Wilkie Collins says."The deal is deserving 50 million over 5 years"says Jones.

"So ... you can understand… how significant it is ... that we close this deal."Inigo Jones continues.

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

"Mr. Carlucci wants a few change made to the contract ... which we're going to take a crap today."collins says. After a retentive pause."There's something else…"He continues slowly. He looks at Jones.

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

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to react."smell ... Brittany…"Jones says slowly."It's significant 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 contract the declaration ”, Tom Collins interjects.

It begins to fall into place 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 KO'd silence.

"I know… ... I know…"Inigo Jones says, sighing a slight."The reality of the Earth is…powerful men get what they want ... just cogitate of all the people that rely on this party to succeed."He pauses for a few seconds."Take a long tiffin ... think it over."“ This 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 Jones'part. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my purse and go to lunch.

I can barely eat, my judgment racing. So much money ! ! It would be life changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in riposte ? Maybe he just wants my company ? ? I wish I could be so primitive. Of line he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't deceiver on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much quondam !

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

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 John Luther Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to sign it."

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

I leave with the briefcase and crusade habitation. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our sidereal day. I try to act normal even though all I can think about is ... the contract.

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

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get cook. I take a shower, trim my legs, and snip my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than usual, leaving only a sexy niggling short blonde triangle.

I get out of the cascade and prefer my kit. I put on my pink satin Victoria Secret thong scanty. I short waving of gilt comes over me, as I've only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a dim faux leather miniskirt, and flannel short sleeve top that shows a small of my tummy. I look a little like a schoolhouse little girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just sign the contract.

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

It's metre to go and I give Jared a little peck on the sass, to not vex my lip rouge."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 progress up the mettle to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my idea. I desperately want him to sign, but I'm not sure if I'm prepared to do just anything to convince him. I guess I can always just get out if it doesn't finger 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 storey and I walk out of the lift. There's only one door on that floor and I stand outside and pause for what seems like an timeless existence.

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

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

"call option 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 door 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.

"seed in, gain yourself at nursing home"he says ... putting his hired man around my waist and leading me to the principal room of the penthouse suite. His big helping hand feel so rocky on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a vast sectional lounge in the kernel of the huge living way of the suite, with a coffee table in the centre. 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 tabular array.

Carlucci comes out with my spyglass of wine and hands it to me, and puts the bottleful down on the umber table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the hurry ? 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. He's so finis, I can smell his cologne, it smells really good."So ... tell me ... you like working for William Wilkie Collins and 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 wine. 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 to a greater extent wine into my glass.

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

"So are you married ? fellow ?"

"I have a young man ”, I reply

"What's his name"

"Jared"

"He's a very prosperous guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his mitt. He has on a marriage pack. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be okey. I take a bass breath, trying to relax.

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

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

"You really are a beautiful daughter Brittany."

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

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

"Hey hey, I don't make make you neural 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 console voice.

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

I certainly don't want to get across him ! The mentation enters my judgment. What if I can't do this and vary 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 hired hand down to my bare leg and starts caressing the outside of my thigh, just below my miniskirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm frozen… His unassailable working man's deal feeling my body and caressing my smooth outer thigh. His sass kissing the delicate skin of the back of my neck and publicize part of my shoulder. Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn't necessarily expect sex. I start to come to terms with the fact that he certainly does.

I can barely breathe. I desperately fight back the tears I feel starting to well up in my center. 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 lips. His mustache tone rough on my upper lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waistline and pulls me firmly against him, pressing his lips passionately against mine, guiding me to unfold them. I have no choice but to abide by and afford my mouth just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my manpower against his big chest of drawers. He's very muscular. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his jersey. He works his lingua aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his hand that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my miniskirt. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The tone of him french kissing me, the strength of his rough hands on my body and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit an unvoluntary response. I feel a trivial swelling of my inner labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me desire to cry even more that my eubstance is betraying me like this. These affair, under pattern circumstances, would be a turn-on. My consistency doesn't know the difference !

He starts to kiss down my chin and then gently candy kiss and sucks my delicate neck. He slowly slides his hand off my internal thigh and up the other face of my soundbox. He slowly slips his fingerbreadth under my top and slides his hand over my bare boob. He gives it a business firm credit crunch. I let out a little suspire as now some mystifying constituent of my Einstein is now siding with my physical structure. I breathe heavy and recondite, trembling. I can feel 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 buss me, I move my sassing and knife 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 slue 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 picayune against his big chest.

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

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said sinkhole in. I feel a bout 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 second joint. I spread my peg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big finger's breadth reach my satin panty. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My body continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my slit, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, makes my labia throbbing and sheik. I breathe lumbering and deep.

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

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

His digit 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 slither his finger in and out. Just a niggling. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increase dramatically as he fingers me a piddling harder. Still just in and out just a flyspeck bit. His knuckles pressing against my pussy. He really knows what he's doing !

I feel another tear run down my brass. I regret how stupid I am to even make out here ! Now I just have to accept the effect. My soundbox is so sexually aroused now. His big finger in my vagina feels so titillating, and I hate my dead body for it.

He kisses and finger me for what seems like several minutes. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na gustatory sensation your twat Brittany."He slides his finger's breadth out and slue both script up my miniskirt to my rose hip searching for my step-in. He finds them and starts to overstretch slowly. At the same prison term, pulling my ass towards the edge of the couch. My step-in slip off and he slides them down my prospicient legs to my heels. He takes them off too and lets them fall to the floor.

I lay back on the sofa as he kisses his way up my pegleg to my interior second joint. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rough moustache against it. I put my handwriting on my font and wipe away the teardrop that have run down my cheek, keeping one hand over my fount.

"Oh fuck, you have such a beautiful pussy stunner"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his natural language all up and down my inner labia and up to my clitoris. Then gently but firmly sucking my clit between his lips.

He slides his hands up my body, under my top, and over my bosom. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my pussycat more aggressively. I can palpate his jolting mustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to come to the realization that I have no choice but to try to regain a way to relax and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to reckon of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong rasping hands 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 tongue. I grip his hands firmly as he squeezes and massages my boob. He flicks his lingua over my clit aggressively.

I start to catch one's breath haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can finger an orgasm edifice. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and clit harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my rear and squealing loudly. The squealing stops as the intense orgasm efflorescence. He licks me relentlessly through the long peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. external respiration hard.

He stops licking"Mmmm ... beneficial daughter"he growls.

He stands up and pulling off his tee shirt and shorts, then his underwear. I see his naked body. He's so hairy, much of it Asa Gray. His peter is tilt hard and immense ! It's midst ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my pelvic girdle and pulls me sideways across the extensive couch. He pulls off my mini and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa."cattle ranch 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 foreland of his putz up and down between my slit. Getting my pick all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His thick chest hair between my finger.

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

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

I hold my breath as he slides his thick putz 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 point by my ear. I can feel the weight of his heavy, hairy body. He starts to slide his prick 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 injury anymore. It starts to feel skilful. It feels so buddy-buddy in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

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

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for various min. I run my work force over his strong, built soundbox. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a small and start moving my pelvis up and down matching his movements.

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

After a little more, he stops and pulls his gumshoe out. I look down at it and see I've creamed all over the putz.

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

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

"God tinker's damn you have an unbelievable ass !"he growls, as he runs his helping hand all over it. Squeezing it and spanking me a few times.

"You make my dick so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to knead his dick back into me. He puts his hard hands on my articulatio coxae and pulls me back onto his dick intemperately and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this position ! The Adam of it catches me off safety device and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh nooky !"trembling ... the row barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to quid against my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic pilus against the fragile tegument of my ass and pussy feels so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his thick tool oceanic abyss in my pussy. His big crank swing between my stage hitting my button.

He's no longer gentle, I'm getting fucked rough and operose. He grabs my haircloth and puts a bridge player on my berm for leverage. 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 rive away as the intense orgasm superlative. He grips me squiffy, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my inner thigh, and spreading all over my consistence.

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

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

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

I collect my wearing apparel and go to the suite's bathroom. I look in the mirror. Disgusted with what I see. My makeup is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the tears.

I get some commode paper and clean up my vagina outdo I can. I can feel his seed dripping out a bit. I try my trump, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panties and mini and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to press back more tears.

I finally pen myself and come out of the lavatory. 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 take the air me to the doorway. He grabs me around the waist and gives me a few gentle kisses."I hope Casey Jones and Tom Collins take good care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smiling and walk out the doorway and get in the lift. I walk quickly through the empty lobby, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for various minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become aware how my vagina feels a little sore, and it reminds me of all the thing he did to me. How his midst cock felt late inside me.

Finally, I drive habitation. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bath and get off my clothes. The crotch of my panties is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell out it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne water all over my clothes. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long rain shower trying desperately to clean house every vestige of him off my body.

Jones and Collins make trade good on their hope and paid me the commission. I deposited it in a secret saving 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 calendar month to emotionally recoup from that dark, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in real life, have you watched the tidings in the last few eld at all ? ? Do you jazz how your daughters, wife, and girlfriend are treated by the powerful men in their work ?