THE declaration



My name is Brittany. I was bracing out of college, 22 yr old, and got my offset good job as a sales apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation material supporting sales meetings. basic support subprogram for the sales department. It's a fairly richly pressure department as many of the deals they make are deserving hundreds of thousands and sometimes one thousand thousand 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 perfect for each former ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a untried yoke, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

Mike Jones and Richard Collins are the owners of the company. Sometimes, they meet with the node personally on the magnanimous deals. They are well liked by the employees and try to treat them well. There have been some cutbacks in recent months though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a substantial work ethic and always try hard to please my employers. A dyad of the female person office workers act a niggling jealous towards me. After a few citizenry were laid off, one of them suggested to another that I kept my job because of my flavor. It upset me a niggling, how shallow and envious they can be, but I just tried to ignore them.

For the utmost week I've been working on a very significant presentation. winner Carlucci, the owner of a very large grammatical 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 deal, and we need to put in whatever movement is necessary to throw indisputable thing go right.

The morn comes and everything is prepare. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a tall, very boisterous New York Italian man who's well built torso looks like he's spent his life in the twist industry. He has salt-n-pepper hair's-breadth, slicked back and a thick grey-haired 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 hand up to his lips and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are rocky and unattackable, working man's deal.

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

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

I bring in the coffee tree and hired man 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 way. 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 meeting and standing just outside the room access continuing to talk. I can overhear just a couple of thing they're saying. Mr. Tom Collins and Mr. Mother Jones look a slight 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 agitate hands and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smile and winks on the way out.

Jones and Collins continue to babble out for a few arcminute by the group discussion elbow room door. They look serious and glance my way a couple of times.

Finally, Mr Mary Harris Jones comes over to my desk."Brittany ... can we own a give-and-take in my position ?"He looks severe. I wonder what could be going on !

"Of course Mr. Jones"I reply, and trace him. John Luther Jones, Collins, and I walk to his business office. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, Casey Jones says, gesturing at the hot seat in front of his desk."water system ?"he asks."No thank you ”, I reply nervously. The men central 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 clientele 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 save the company."He continues.

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

"So ... you can understand… how of import it is ... that we close this deal."Daniel Jones continues.

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

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

"He wants ... you ... to fetch the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign."Mother Jones says, a little quietly.

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to oppose."feel ... Brittany…"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 a lot money….what they want me to do, and what Carlucci probably wants from me. I sit there in stunned silence.

"I know… ... I know…"Jones says, sighing a little."The reality of the cosmos is…powerful men get what they want ... just recollect of all the multitude that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few s."Take a long lunch ... think it over."“ This afternoon, we'll have it all in writing. As well as the new contract for you to add him to sign."

We stand and walk out of Mary Harris Jones'office. I walk away, not knowing what to say. I go back to my desk, get my handbag and go to lunch.

I can barely eat, my mind racing. So much money ! ! It would be spirit changing ! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in getting even ? Maybe he just wants my caller ? ? I wish I could be so naive. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't trickster on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older !

I take my time, and finally go back to the function. Mr. Mary Harris Jones gives me the contract document showing I get the commissioning if the heap happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised declaration 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 irregular then slowly blame it up. I don't even look at Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to contract it."

As I walk away Robert Tyre 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 years. I try to act convention even though all I can think about is ... the declaration.

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

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

"Yes ... it will ”, I reply quietly.

Later I start to get prepare. I take a rain shower, shave my legs, and clip my pubic fuzz. I shave it a little more than common, leaving only a sexy little short blond triangle.

I get out of the shower bath and choose my outfit. I put on my pink satin Victoria Falls mystery flip-flop panties. I small moving ridge of gilt comes over me, as I've only outwear them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the solely one.

I choose a black-market faux leather mini, and white forgetful sleeve top that shows a little of my bay window. I look a little like a school little girl. Maybe Carlucci will need compassion on me and just sign the contract.

I put on some very red, rich color 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 lilliputian peck on the sassing, to not disturb my lip rouge."Don't wait up"I tell him.

I drive to the hotel Carlucci's staying at. For several mo I sit in my car in the parking lot. Trying to build up up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. I desperately want him to sign, but I'm not for certain if I'm prepared to do just anything to convert him. I guess I can always just leave if it doesn't experience right wing to me.

I finally get up the nerve to go in. I walk into the vestibule, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top story and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one threshold on that story and I stand outside and break for what seems like an timelessness.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you"I say with a shy smile.

"Come in, make yourself at nursing home"he says ... putting his hired hand around my waist and leading me to the principal room of the penthouse entourage. His big helping hand flavour so jolty on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

There's a huge sectional sofa in the substance of the huge living room of the cortege, with a deep brown table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The elbow room is somewhat palely lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the coffee table.

Carlucci comes out with my chicken feed 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 haste ? Plenty of time for business."

He sits down close to me on the couch, his body turned half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He's so close, I can smell his Koln, it smells really good."So ... tell me ... you like working for Wilkie Collins and Jones ?"

"Yes ... they're very nice"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-colored. Trying desperately to relax. He's so gruff and intimidating. He sees I'm already almost finished with the chalk and says"let me pour you some more ”, and pours more wine-colored into my looking glass.

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

"So are you married ? Boyfriend ?"

"I have a boyfriend ”, I reply

"What's his epithet"

"Jared"

"He's a very lucky guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hands. He has on a wedding band. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be ok. I take a inscrutable breathing time, trying to relax.

We talk a little piece. 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 with his fingertips.

"You really are a beautiful girl 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 little closer. I resist just slightly.

"Hey hey, I don't make make you skittish 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 cross him ! The thought enters my creative thinker. What if I can't do this and shift my creative thinker, what if he gets wild ?

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

He slides his deal down to my bare leg and starts caressing the exterior of my thigh, just below my miniskirt.

"You have the sexy softest leg 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 breath on my ear, neck and bare part 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 have intercourse how this works."a touch of business in his voice.

He brushes my blonde haircloth back, exposing my neck. I feel his lips 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 unattackable working man's manpower feeling my body and caressing my smooth prohibited thigh. His back talk kissing the frail skin of the back of my neck and air part of my berm. Up until this peak 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 optic. 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 moustache tone rough on my speed lip. He slides the hand that was around me down to my shank and twist me firmly against him, pressing his sass passionately against mine, guiding me to afford them. I have no choice but to follow and unfold my mouth just enough for him to slide is tongue in. I put my handwriting against his big chest. He's very hefty. I can feel how hirsute his bureau is, even through his t-shirt. He works his clapper aggressively and passionately around mine.

He slides his mitt that was caressing my outer thigh over to the inside of my thigh just at the bottom of my mini. He gives my thigh a firm liquidity crisis, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The feeling of him french kissing me, the military capability of his rough hands on my body and thigh, the flavor of his very pleasant eau de cologne illicit an unvoluntary reception. I feel a little swelling of my internal labia and clit. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me want to cry even more that my trunk is betraying me like this. These matter, under formula destiny, would be a turn-on. My soundbox doesn't know the dispute !

He starts to kiss down my Chin and then gently osculation and sucks my delicate neck opening. He slowly slides his hand off my inside thigh and up the other side of my consistency. He slowly slips his fingers under my top and slides his manus over my bare breast. He gives it a firm squeeze. I let out a little sigh as now some cryptic part of my brain is now siding with my body. I breathe hard and deep, trembling. I can feel my nipple excrescence and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my cervix, over my mentum and back onto my rim. As he french kisses me, I move my oral cavity 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 slide it further up between my stage under my miniskirt. I tense up and let out a timid, quiet, but eminent pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a footling against his big chest.

He stops and firmly twist me against him with the helping hand that's around my waist. A picayune suddenly and aggressively, as if to show his metier. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his mouth closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a hint of disfavor in his representative,"If you want something from me… then you need to present 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 solid. 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 hired man further up my second joint. I spread my ramification timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big finger's breadth reach my satin panties. He starts to roughly rub my snatch through them. My body continues to shit me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little roundabout, makes my labia throb and fashion plate. I breathe heavy and deep.

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

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

"Mm"I squeak quietly.

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

He slowly begins to slither his finger in and out. Just a picayune. He kisses me passionately. I feel my lubrication increase dramatically as he fingers me a trivial 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 teardrop run down my cheek. I regret how pudden-head I am to even add up here ! Now I just have to accept the consequences. My consistency is so sexually aroused now. His big digit in my vagina feel so titillating, and I hate my body for it.

He kisses and digit me for what seems like respective arcminute. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na taste your pussy Brittany."He slides his finger out and slide both hands up my miniskirt to my rosehip searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull slowly. At the same time, pulling my ass towards the border of the couch. My scanty slip off and he slides them down my retentive legs to my heels. He takes them off too and lets them fall to the floor.

I lay back on the lounge as he kisses his way up my branch to my inner thigh. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his rough mustache against it. I put my hand on my font and wipe away the teardrop that have run down my buttock, keeping one hand over my face.

"Oh shag, you have such a beautiful slit knockout"he growls. He starts to spread my now very creamy labia with his tongue. He runs his tongue all up and down my interior labia and up to my clit. Then gently but firmly sucking my clit between his lips.

He slides his hired man up my body, under my top, and over my bosom. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my puss more aggressively. I can feel his crude moustache brushing against my very well trimmed mound.

I start to derive to the realization that I have no choice but to try to get a way to relax and delight this if I'm going to get through it. I try to retrieve of thing about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong raspy 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 mitt firmly as he squeezes and massages my tits. He flicks his lingua over my clitoris aggressively.

I start to pass off haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can palpate an orgasm construction. He can sense I'm getting there and licks my pussy and button harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my rachis and squealing loudly. The squealing point as the intense coming apex. He licks me relentlessly through the foresighted peak. Finally it ends and I catch my breath. Breathing hard.

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

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

He grabs my hip joint and pulls me sideways across the panoptic sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa."spreading your legs sweetheart."he instructs firmly. I spread them wide-cut and he starts to get on top of me. He reaches down and slides the head of his dick up and down between my twat. Getting my ointment all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His thickset pectus hair's-breadth between my fingers.

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

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

I hold my breath as he slides his thick 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 point by my ear. I can feel the weight of his lumbering, haired body. He starts to slither his hawkshaw in and out very slowly."Yeah..that's it sweetheart"he whispers."You have such a fuckin'pie-eyed pussy !"

He starts to have it away me a little harder, but still gently. It doesn't hurt anymore. It starts to feel sound. It feels so slurred in me ! I've never been filled this much before.

I let out a small moan with each gentle drive."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like dad's rooster in your pussy."he growls in my ear.

"Umm hmm ”, I squeak meekly.

He fucks me slowly and rythmicly for various minute. I run my hands over his potent, built dead body. His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a petty and start moving my pelvic arch 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 cock.

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

I comply nervously. I've never had sex from behind before."bedspread 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 cock so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his dick back into me. He puts his strong hands on my pelvis and pulls me back onto his dick unvoiced and deep.

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

He starts to British pound against my ass sharply. The look of his compact rough pubic hair against the delicate tegument of my ass and pussy feels so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his heavyset tool deep in my puss. His big nuts swing between my legs hitting my clit.

He's no longer pacify, I'm getting fucked harsh and heavy. He grabs my hair and puts a hand on my articulatio humeri 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 pull away as the intense orgasm peaks. He grips me blind drunk, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my inner thigh, and spreading all over my consistency.

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

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

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

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

I get some toilet newspaper publisher and scavenge up my vagina respectable I can. I can feel his semen dripping out a bit. I try my best, but it keeps coming. I just put on my panties and miniskirt and wipe off whats left of my makeup and lipstick. I'm almost at the verge of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.

I finally draw up 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 walks me to the door. He grabs me around the waistline and gives me a few gentle osculation."I hope Jones and Collins conduct good care of you"he tells me.

I force a shy smile and walk out the room access and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty anteroom, out into the parking lot and get in my car. I sit there for various minute of arc sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I become cognisant how my vagina feels a piffling sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his midst cock felt recondite inside me.

Finally, I drive home. I go inside and thankfully Jared is legal asleep. I go in the toilet and take off my clothes. The private parts of my scanty is wet and crusted with semen. I can smell it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty apparel hamper. I take a long shower trying desperately to clean every tincture of him off my body.

Casey Jones and Tom Collins make just on their promise and paid me the direction. I deposited it in a secret nest egg 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 recover from that dark, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think matter like this don't happen in veridical life, have you watched the news in the last few years at all ? ? Do you know how your daughters, wives, and girlfriend are treated by the herculean men in their workplaces ?