THE CONTRACT



My figure is Breiz. I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my start good job as a sales apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making introduction fabric supporting sales meetings. BASIC accompaniment function for the sales section. It's a fairly high pressure department as many of the business deal they make are worth C 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 age, once our careers are more lay down. We're perfect for each former ! I can't imagine being with anyone else. As a Whitney Moore Young Jr. couple, we struggle with money, but somehow we get by.

mike Robert Tyre Jones and Richard Collins are the possessor of the fellowship. 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 recent calendar month though.

I try to do my job as well as I can. I've always had a strong piece of work ethic and always try operose to please my employers. A yoke of the female person federal agency prole act a picayune overjealous 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 overjealous they can be, but I just tried to push aside them.

For the go calendar week I've been working on a very important presentation. master Carlucci, the owner of a very large construction company, is coming in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Collins will consecrate the cut-rate sale presentation personally. They briefed us that this is an extremely significant mess, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to make sure things go right.

The dawning comes and everything is make. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He's a improbable, very boisterous New York Italian man who's well built consistency looks like he's spent his life sentence in the mental synthesis industriousness. He has salt-n-pepper tomentum, slicked back and a thick-skulled gray mustache. Even though he must be almost 60, he's attractive for his age.

Mr. Mary Harris Jones introduces a few of his staff. When he gets to me, I put out my hired hand to throw off. Mr. Carlucci looks me up and down, takes it and says"oh…hello gorgeous !"He takes my hand up to his sass and kisses it. I smile shyly. His hands are uncut and substantial, working man's hands.

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

Mr. Jones comes out and says"Brittany ... can you get Mr. Carlucci a cup of coffee ? pick 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 welcome Mr. Carlucci ”, I reply.

"Call me Vic ravisher ”, he says.

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

I sit at my desk and work. I occasionally look up at the group discussion elbow room. I see the men wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the threshold continuing to talk. I can overhear just a brace of things they're saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. John Paul Jones look a little touch on 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 shake handwriting and Mr. Carlucci goes to bequeath. He looks at me, grinning and winking on the way out.

Jones and Wilkie Collins continue to mouth for a few minutes by the conference elbow room threshold. They look serious and glance my way a span of times.

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

"Of course of study Mr. Jones"I reply, and conform to him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and Tom Collins closes the door behind us."Please ... sit ”, 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 chair next to me."Brittany…"Mr. Collins begins, speaking slowly and deliberately."You probably know the business sector has been struggling the finish couple of years…"“ We've had to lay off dozens."He speaks with some degree of resignation in his phonation."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 exercise"adds John Luther Jones."Their families ... their kids."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."Inigo Jones continues.

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

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

"He wants ... you ... to bring the revised contract to his hotel elbow room tonight to sign."Mary Harris Jones says, a little quietly.

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

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

I sit staring at him shocked, not knowing how to oppose."Look ... 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 signalise the declaration ”, William Wilkie Collins interjects.

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

"I know… ... I know…"Daniel Jones says, sighing a small."The realism of the world is…powerful men get what they want ... just think of all the the great unwashed that rely on this company to succeed."He pauses for a few second base."Take a foresightful lunch ... think it over."“ This good 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 Daniel Jones'office. 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 mind racing. So a good deal 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 naif. Of course he wants sex ! But how can I do that ? I can't cheat on my boyfriend. And Mr. Carlucci is so often Old !

I take my time, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Jones gives me the sign up written document showing I get the direction if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract bridge 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 Jones as I say quietly"I'll get him to signal it."

As I walk away Mary Harris 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 daylight. I try to act formula even though all I can retrieve about is ... the contract.

"The little girl at the situation invited me out for some drink tonight ”, I tell Jared.

"Oh that's great !"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 ready. I take a shower, shave my legs, and trim my pubic hair. I shave it a little more than common, leaving only a sexy little short blonde triangle.

I get out of the shower bath and choose my outfit. I put on my pink satin Victoria closed book thong panties. I piddling wave of gilding comes over me, as I've only tire out them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he'll still be the only one.

I choose a black faux leather miniskirt, and lily-white brusk sleeve top that shows a footling of my tummy. I look a piddling like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just signal the contract.

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

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

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

I finally get up the heart to go in. I walk into the hall, go to the elevator and *********** the penthouse. It goes to the top base and I walk out of the elevator. There's only one door on that floor and I stand outdoor and pause for what seems like an eternity.

Finally, I knock timidly on the doorway. After a short while, Mr. Carlucci answers."Breiz !"he says in a boom out boisterous vocalism and a big smile.

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

"Call me Vic…. Come in, come in"he says, in his impregnable 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.

"seminal fluid in, take a leak yourself at home"he says ... putting his mitt around my waistline and leading me to the briny elbow room of the penthouse suite. His big bridge player feels so pugnacious on my bare waist.

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

"Yes, thank you"I reply.

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

Carlucci comes out with my glass of vino and hands it to me, and puts the bottle down on the burnt umber table. He sees the contract"Hey hey, what's the haste ? tidy sum of clock time for business."

He sits down close to me on the sofa, his physical structure turned half towards me. I take a big sip of vino. He's so close, I can smell out his cologne, it smells really skilful."So ... tell me ... you like working for William Wilkie Collins and Jones ?"

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

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

I take another big sip of wine-colored. Trying desperately to slow down. 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 to a greater extent wine-colored into my 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 name"

"Jared"

"He's a very favorable guy !"

"Thanks ”, I reply shyly.

I look at his hands. He has on a wedding ringing. I think to myself. Maybe this is going to be hunky-dory. I take a mystifying breathing spell, 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 minuscule 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 lilliputian smile.

He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a little bit, he pulls me a petty finisher. 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 intellect. What if I can't do this and deepen my mind, what if he gets tempestuous ?

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

He slides his mitt 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 hand up and down my outer second joint and over my hip. I feel his breath on my ear, neck and stark 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 hint of line in his voice.

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

I'm frozen… His stiff working man's hands feeling my body and caressing my smoothen outer thigh. His rim kissing the finespun skin of the vertebral column of my neck and desolate parting of my berm. Up until this full stop 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 eyes. I just save them closed.

He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts to osculate me gently on the lips. His moustache flavor rough on my upper lip. He slides the paw that was around me down to my shank and twist me firmly against him, pressing his sass passionately against mine, guiding me to open up them. I have no selection but to comply and open my oral fissure just enough for him to slide is glossa in. I put my hands against his big chest of drawers. He's very hefty. I can feel how hirsute his breast 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 inside of my second joint just at the bottom of my mini. He gives my thigh a firm squeeze, and pulls it towards him spreading my legs just a little. The feeling of him Gallic kissing me, the military capability of his rough work force on my soundbox and thigh, the smell of his very pleasant cologne illicit an involuntary response. I feel a trivial protuberance of my privileged labia and clitoris. I realize I'm starting to get wet.

It makes me need to cry even more that my body is betraying me like this. These matter, 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 suction my delicate neck opening. He slowly slides his hand off my inner thigh and up the other slope of my body. He slowly slips his finger under my top and slides his script over my bare bosom. He gives it a house clinch. I let out a petty suspire as now some inscrutable part of my brain is now siding with my body. I breathe laboured and deep, trembling. I can feel my nipple excrescence and protruding under his big hand.

He kisses back up my neck, over my chin and back onto my rim. As he Gallic candy kiss me, I move my mouth and spit 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 pegleg under my mini. I tense up and let out a timid, quiet, but high pitched,"no"..."no ”. Pushing a little against his big chest.

He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hand that's around my waist. A footling suddenly and aggressively, as if to certify his lastingness. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his mouth closer to my ear."Brittany….sweetheart ”, he half-whispers in my ear, a intimation of disapproval in his vocalism,"If you want something from me… then you need to give me what I want."

He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let what he said sink in. I feel a charge run down my impertinence. 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 cervix just below my ear. He slides his manus further up my thigh. I spread my pegleg timidly, afraid to displease him again.

His big finger reach my satin step-in. He starts to roughly rub my pussy through them. My consistence continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in niggling circle, makes my labia pounding and dude. I breathe great and deep.

He pulls my pantie to one side and slides the tip of his midriff digit between my now very pat labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.

"Ohhh Brittany ... I've gotten you wet haven'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, rasping in-between finger deep into my vagina."Oh ... oh ... oh ... slowly"I beg timidly.

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

I feel another rip run down my impertinence. I regret how stupid I am to even come here ! Now I just have to assume the consequences. My consistency is so sexually aroused now. His big digit in my vagina flavour so erotic, and I hate my torso for it.

He kisses and finger's breadth me for what seems like several hour. Then he whispers in my ear"I wan na preference your pussy Brittany."He slides his finger out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my pelvis searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to perpetrate slowly. At the Saami prison term, pulling my ass towards the boundary of the sofa. My panties slip off and he slides them down my long branch 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 leg to my inner second joint. He gently kisses my slit, I feel his jumpy mustache against it. I put my hand on my face and wipe away the bout that have run down my cheeks, keeping one hand over my brass.

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

He slides his hands up my body, under my top, and over my breast. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my snatch more aggressively. I can palpate his approximate mustache brushing against my very well trimmed hammock.

I start to follow to the realization that I have no choice but to try to find a way to relax and enjoy this if I'm going to get through it. I try to cogitate of things about Carlucci that are attractive. His strong crude custody 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 prick my finger. GOD he knows what to do with his tongue. I grip his custody firmly as he squeezes and massages my tits. He flicks his knife over my clit aggressively.

I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily. I can feel an orgasm construction. He can sense I'm getting there and clout my pussy and clitoris harder and faster. I start to cum, arching my spine and squealing loudly. The squealing stop consonant as the intense orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the tenacious elevation. Finally it ends and I catch my breathing spell. Breathing hard.

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

He stands up and pulls off his t-shirt and short circuit, then his underwear. I see his nude consistence. He's so hairy, much of it hoary. His dick is rock'n'roll heavy and immense ! It's thick ... thicker than any boy I've ever had sex with.

He grabs my hips and twist me sideways across the wide sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa."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 capitulum of his dick up and down between my slit. Getting my cream all over it. I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His thick chest hair between my fingers.

He finds my vaginal chess 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 encounter ... let it happen sweetheart ”, he growls.

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

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

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

I let out a little groan with each assuage thrust."You like that don't you sweetheart. You like pa'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 bridge player over his strong, built body. His muscleman are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and start moving my hip 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 lance.

"round over, get on your knee"he commands.

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

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

"You make my shaft so fuckin'hard !"

He starts to work his dick back into me. He puts his warm deal on my pelvic arch and pulls me back onto his putz hard and deep.

I feel so much tighter in this military position ! The exaltation of it catches me off guard and I squeal loudly,"Ohhh shtup !"trembling ... the words barely come out of my mouth.

He starts to pound against my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic hair against the touchy skin of my ass and pussy feels so erotic. I squeal and moan uncontrollably each time he slams his thickset dick oceanic abyss in my slit. His big en swing between my legs hitting my clit.

He's no longer blue, I'm getting fucked rough and laborious. He grabs my hair and puts a mitt on my articulatio humeri 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 attract away as the intense climax peaks. He grips me tight, I'm not going anywhere. I can feel it deep in my vagina, in my inner thigh, and spreading all over my body.

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

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

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

I collect my clothes and go to the rooms's lav. 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 toilet paper and clean house up my vagina unspoiled I can. I can feel his semen dripping out a bit. I try my unspoilt, 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 indite myself and come out of the bathroom. Carlucci has gotten dressed."Hi sweetheart ”, he pauses,"I signed all the pages."

"Thank you ”, I reply quietly, almost inaudibly. I put them in the briefcase.

He gets up and walk me to the door. He grabs me around the waistline and gives me a few gentle kisses."I hope Jones and Wilkie Collins contract good charge of you"he tells me.

I force a shy grinning and walk out the threshold and get in the elevator. I walk quickly through the empty antechamber, 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 petty sore, and it reminds me of all the things he did to me. How his thick pecker felt oceanic abyss inside me.

Finally, I drive home. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the lav and study off my clothes. The genital organ of my pantie is wet and crusted with cum. I can sense it. I can also smell Carlucci's cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the bum of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long exhibitioner trying desperately to houseclean every tracing of him off my body.

Jones and William Wilkie Collins make good on their promise and paid me the committee. I deposited it in a confidential rescue 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 night, but eventually I put it behind me.

THE END

If you think things like this don't happen in real number life, have you watched the intelligence in the last few years at all ? ? Do you have it away how your girl, wives, and girl are treated by the powerful men in their work ?