Brittany is trying hard to succeed in here first job after graduation.
I was fresh out of college, 22 years old, and got my first real job as a sales apprentice with a medium sized company. My job consisted mainly of making presentation materials supporting sales meetings. Basic support functions for the sales department. It’s a fairly high pressure department as many of the deals they make are worth hundreds of thousands and sometimes millions of dollars.
Jared and I moved in together and planned to get married in a few years, once our careers are more established. As a young couple, we struggled with money, but somehow we got by.
Mike Jones and Richard Collins were the owners of the company. Sometimes, they met with the clients personally on the bigger deals. They were well liked by the employees and tried to treat them well. There were some cutbacks and layoffs in recent months 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. Some of the female office workers acted a little jealous towards me. After a few people were laid off, I heard that one of them told another that I’m a stupid dumb blonde and I kept my job because of my looks and that I’m a flirt. It upset me a little, how shallow and jealous they can be, but I just tried to ignore them. People have been calling me stupid for so long I’ve just gotten used to it.
For the last week I’ve been working on a very important 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 deal, and we need to put in whatever effort is necessary to make sure things go right.
The morning comes and everything is ready. Mr. Carlucci arrives. He’s a tall, very boisterous New York Italian man who’s well built body looks like he’s spent his life in the construction industry. He has black, slicked back hair. Even though he must be almost 60, he’s very good looking and in very good shape for his age. I can’t help but think he’s hot!
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, “well…hello gorgeous!” He takes my hand up to his lips and kisses it. I give him a flirtatious look and a sexy smile. I just can’t help myself. I love getting complements from men like him.
The men go in the conference 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? Cream and sugar.”
“Yes Mr Jones,” I reply.
I bring in the coffee and hand it to Mr. Carlucci, “Thank you gorgeous!” he says with a wink.
“You’re welcome Mr. Carlucci,” I reply with a flirty smile.
“Call me Vic sweetheart,” he says.
I turn to leave the room. I look back as I’m leaving and catch him checking out my ass as I walk. I give him another little flirty smile.
I sit at my desk and work. Occasionally I look up at the conference room. The men are wrapping up the meeting and standing just outside the door continuing to talk. I can overhear just a couple of things they’re saying. Mr. Collins and Mr. 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 shake hands and Mr. Carlucci goes to leave. He looks at me, smiles and winks on the way out.
Jones and Collins continue to talk for a few minutes by the conference room door. They look serious and glance my way a couple of times.
Finally, Mr. Jones comes over to my desk. “Brittany...can we have a word in my office?” He looks serious. I wonder what could be going on!
“Of course Mr. Jones,” I reply, and follow him. Jones, Collins, and I walk to his office. We go in and Collins closes the door behind us.
“Please...sit,” Jones says, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk. “Water?”
“No thank you,” I reply nervously. The men exchange 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 business has been struggling the last couple of years…We’ve had to lay off dozens.” He speaks with some degree of resignation in his voice. “This deal with Mr. Carlucci…if it goes through…will save the company.”
He looks at Jones. “Yes… everyone who works here relies on us for employment,” adds Jones.
“Their families...their kids,” says Collins.
“The deal is worth 50 million over 5 years,” adds Jones. “So...you can understand… how important it is...that we close this deal.”
“Okay…,” I reply, curious 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,” Collins says, after a long pause. “There’s something else…,” he continues slowly. He looks at Jones.
“He wants...you...to bring the revised contract to his hotel room tonight to sign,” 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 deal closes,” he pauses. “One hundred thousand dollars.”
I sit staring at him stunned, not knowing how to react. “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 sign the contract,” Collins interjects.
It dawns 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…,” Jones says, sighing a little. “The reality of the world is…powerful men get what they want...just think of all the people that rely on this company to succeed.” He pauses for a few seconds. “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 bring him to sign.”
We stand and walk out of 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 much money!! It would be life changing! But what does Mr. Carlucci want in return? Maybe he just wants my company?? I wish I could be so naive. Of course he wants sex! But how can I do that? My days of cheating on my boyfriend are over. And Mr. Carlucci is so much older!
I take my time, and finally go back to the office. Mr. Jones gives me the signed document showing I get the commission if the deal happens. He also has a briefcase with the revised contract for Mr. Carlucci to sign.
He looks at me worriedly, wondering what I’m going to do. I look at the briefcase for a few seconds then slowly pick it up. I don’t even look at Jones as I say quietly, “I’ll get him to sign it.”
I immediately wish I hadn’t agreed to this. I know this might get me into a bad situation. I just felt like I need to do extra to please my employers because I’m so slow at grasping my work assignments sometimes.
As I walk away Jones says, “Brittany…. Thank you.”
I leave with the briefcase and drive home. I leave it in the car and go inside where Jared is waiting for me. We talk for awhile about our days. I try to act normal even though all I can think about is...the contract.
“The girls at the office invited me out for some drinks tonight,” I tell Jared.
“Oh that’s great!” he says. “It will be nice for you to go out and bond with them.”
“Yes...it will,” I reply quietly. I feel so horrible that I lied to him. If he knew I was going out to meet with a man, he wouldn’t be okay with it.
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 usual, leaving only a sexy little short blonde landing strip.
I get out of the shower and choose my outfit. I put on my pink satin Victoria Secret thong panties. A little wave of guilt comes over me, as I’ve only worn them for Jared. Hopefully, after tonight, he’ll still be the only one.
I choose a black lycra miniskirt, and white short sleeve top that shows a little of my tummy. I look a little like a school girl. Maybe Carlucci will take pity on me and just sign the contract. But I’m concerned that I look a little too sexy.
I put on some very red, deep gloss lipstick. 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 little peck on the lips, to not disturb my lipstick. “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 get up the nerve to go in. Scenario after scenario runs through my mind. 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 leave if it goes too far.
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 outside for what seems like an eternity.
Finally, I knock timidly on the door. After a short while, Mr. Carlucci answers. “Brittany!” he says in a booming boisterous voice and a big smile.
“Mr. Carlucci,” I say shyly, smiling.
“Call me Vic sweetheart…. 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. I have to admit, he looked pretty good too. I can’t help but be attracted to him.
“Thank you,” I say with a shy smile.
“Come in, make yourself comfortable,” he says...putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the main room of the penthouse suite. I’m acutely aware of how his big strong hand feels on my bare waist. It makes me a little nervous that he’s already getting touchy.
“Sit, make yourself at home, I’ll get you a drink. You like red wine?”
“Yes, thank you,” I reply. Maybe some wine will help with my nerves.
There’s a huge sectional sofa in the center of the huge living room of the suite, with a coffee table in the middle. I walk over to it and sit. The room is somewhat dimly lit. I take out the contract and lay it out on the coffee table.
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 hurry? Plenty of time for business.”
He sits down close to me on the sofa, his body turned half towards me. I take a big sip of wine. He’s so close I can smell 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 weak...In business you have to be ruthless,” he growls.
I take another big sip of wine. Trying desperately to relax. He’s so intimidating. He sees I’m already almost finished with the glass and says, “let me pour you some more,” and pours more wine into my glass. His strong masculinity and the smell of his cologne is very sexy. Being around such a man always makes me feel very submissive. I hope I have the strength to stand up for myself and not let him seduce me!
“Thank you,” I reply quietly as I take another big sip.
“So are you married? Boyfriend?”
“I have a boyfriend,” I reply
“What’s his name?”
“Jared.”
“He’s a very lucky guy!”
“Thanks,” I reply shyly.
I look at his hands. He has on a wedding ring. I think to myself, maybe this is going to be okay. I take a deep breath, trying to relax. I’m glad he asked me about my boyfriend. Maybe he’ll just sign the contract and not try anything.
We talk a little while. 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’re a really beautiful girl Brittany.”
“Thank you,” I reply, very quietly, forcing a little smile.
He starts softly rubbing my arm closest to him with the back of his fingers. After a little bit, he pulls me a little closer. I resist just slightly.
“Heyyy...I don’t make make you nervous do I?” he asks, incredulously.
“No….,” I reply nervously.
“You don’t have to be…”
“I’m a pussycat,” he says, faking 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 mind, what if he tries something and I resist, would he get angry?
I look at the contract on the coffee table. I don’t know...my mind is racing… How can I get him to just sign it and leave me alone?
He slides his hand down to my bare leg caressing the outside of my thigh, just below my miniskirt.
“You have the sexiest legs sweetheart,” 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 hot breath on my ear, neck, and bare part of my shoulder.
“I hope you don’t mind me touching you a little bit,” he says.
“No…,” I reply, almost a whisper. Of course I wish he wouldn’t, but I’m afraid if I don’t let him, he won’t sign the contract.
“I mean….obviously you wouldn’t be here if it was a problem,” he pauses, “You know how this works.” a hint of business in his voice.
My heart sinks… Up until this point I had deluded myself into thinking that he didn’t necessarily expect sex. Those words reveal the fact that he certainly expects something out of me.
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 feel his his hot breath on my skin.
I can barely breathe. I breathe slow and deep trying desperately not to get too nervous. I’m almost to the verge of tears. He’s coming onto me so fast! If only he’d slow down a little and let me think about this! I need to speak up and set some boundaries as to what I’ll let him do with me for the contract.
He reaches up and takes my chin and pulls it towards him. He starts kissing me gently on the lips. I know Jared wouldn’t want another man kissing me! Hopefully it will be enough if I let him kiss me just a little. I hope to God this is as far as it goes! His stubble feels rough and scratchy. His lips are warm and full. He slides the hand that was around me down to my waist and gently but firmly pulls me close, pressing his lips more passionately against mine, guiding me to open them. I hesitantly let my mouth open just enough for him to slide his tongue in. I put my hands against his big chest. He’s very muscular. I can feel how hairy his chest is, even through his t-shirt. He works his tongue passionately in and out of my mouth.
He tongue-kisses me passionately for several minutes. I wish he wasn’t so good at it. I try to feel nothing, but the erotic feeling of this very attractive older man tongue-kissing me is way too much. I feel the little tingle of sexual arousal deep in my vagina!
It makes me want to cry with guilt that my body is betraying me like this. Years of getting seduced by aggressive men has done something to me. I wish that it wasn’t true that I find my body most aroused by older, authoritative, or dominating men. But I can’t deny that it is, and being French-kissed passionately by a gorgeous, masculine, 60 year old Italian man, is definitely doing something for me sexually.
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. His strong hand squeezing my thigh causes another little tingle in my vagina.
He starts to kiss down my chin and then gently kisses and sucks the delicate skin of my neck. He slowly slides his hand up between my thighs. As hot as he’s getting me, I think this is as far as I’m willing to go. I close my legs tight. He tries to slide his hand further up between my legs under my miniskirt. I tense up and get the courage to let out a timid, quiet, “no.” Pushing a little against his wrist.
He stops and firmly pulls me against him with the hand that’s around my waist. A little suddenly and aggressively, as if to demonstrate his strength. The suddenness startles me a little. He moves his mouth closer to my ear. “Brittany….sweetheart….,” he half-whispers in my ear, a tone of disapproval in his voice. “...If you want something from me… then you need to give me what I want!” he growls, his voice stern and commanding.
He pauses for a few seconds, as if to let his words sink in. I feel tears well up in my eyes. He’s so strong. I know for sure there would be no way for me to get away if I tried. Then, he continues to kiss up and down my neck. He slides his hand further up my thigh. I let my legs open timidly, afraid to displease him again.
His fingers reach my vagina. I hold my breath for a moment, then a timid quiet “Oh….” escapes from my lips as he starts to rub it through my satin panties. My body continues to betray me. The very sexual feeling of him pressing his big fingers against my pussy, squeezing and rubbing in little circles, my clitoris swells and throbs. I breathe heavy and deep.
He pulls my panties to one side and slides the tip of his middle finger between my now very slick labia. His fingertip glides easily up and down between them.
“Oh Brittany...I’ve gotten you wet haven’t I?” he slowly whispers in my ear.
“Mm,” I squeak quietly, still breathing heavily. He’s right… All the French-kissing and his strong masculine hands touching me got my body so aroused. I wish I wasn’t so wet. It’s going to make him think that I want him.
His finger glides up and down my slit. Then he slides his big middle finger deep into my vagina. “Oh...oh...ohh,” I squeak timidly. Hoping even more desperately that he’d slow down and let me think about this!
He gets it all the way in and 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. Still just in and out just a tiny bit. His knuckles pressing against my pussy. His big finger feels like a dick. It feels like I’m getting fucked.
I feel a tear run down my cheek. I really didn’t want it to go this far. Why did I even come here and get myself into this? Maybe I am as stupid as people have said. My body is so sexually aroused now. The feeling of being fingered by a man I barely know feels so erotic, and I hate my body for it. He kisses and fingers me for a little while. It feels so much like I’m getting fucked I feel like I might cum.
Then he whispers in my ear, “I wanna taste your pussy Brittany.” He slides his finger out and slides both hands up my miniskirt to my hips searching for my panties. He finds them and starts to pull. He’s pulling my panties off! Why...the HELL...won’t he slow down and let me think! My panties slip off and he slides them down my long legs to my heels. He slips my panties over my heels and looks at them. “Ohhhh looks like you creamed your panties young lady”. He showed me and the crotch was covered with thick white cream. He takes off my heels too and lets them fall to the floor.
He slowly kisses his way up my legs to my inner thighs. He lifts my legs making me lay back on the sofa and spreads them wide. I feel the cool air hit my very moist bare vagina. “Fuck...you have beautiful pussy Brittany,” he growls.
I put my hand on my face and wipe away the tears that have run down my cheeks, keeping one hand over my face. He presses his lips on my pussy and kisses it. I can feel his rough stubble against my labia. I gasp as the intense sexual feeling of getting eaten out washes over me.
He spreads my swollen labia with his tongue. He runs his tongue 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 breasts. He massages and squeezes them firmly while he tongues my horny slit aggressively.
As he eats me out, I accept the fact that I’m definitely going to get fucked. I remember how he reacted earlier when I tried to say no. I have no choice but to just try to relax if I’m going to get through this. I try to think of things about Carlucci that are attractive. I’ve always had a thing for Italian men, and he is gorgeous. His strong rough hands are a turn-on. I’ve come to accept that older, powerful men are a turn on for me. Maybe I can convince myself that I wanted this and just enjoy it. After all, I did flirt with him. I must have wanted him.
“Mmmmm,” I squeak 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 boobs. He flicks his tongue over my clit quickly.
I start to breathe haltingly, moaning involuntarily as I start to climax. He can sense I’m getting there and licks me harder and faster. I cum, arching my back and squealing loudly. I stop squealing as the intense orgasm peaks. He licks me relentlessly through the long peak. Finally, it ends and I catch my breath. Breathing hard.
He stops licking, “Mmmmm….Good girl,” he growls, obviously pleased with the fact he made me cum.
He takes my hips and pulls me sideways across the wide sofa. He pulls off my miniskirt and top. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable on the sofa.
He stands up and pulls off his t-shirt and shorts, then his underwear. I see his naked body. He’s so hairy. He has a very sexy hard body. His dick is already fully erect. It’s very big and thick.
“Spread those sexy legs sweetheart,” he instructs firmly as he gets on top of me. I spread my legs obediently. He reaches down and slides the huge head of his dick up and down between my slit. Getting my lubrication all over it. The size of his dick makes me a little scared he’s going to hurt me! He’s easily bigger than any man I’ve ever had sex with. GOD, he’s got me so horny though! I reach up and put my hands on his chest. His thick chest hair between my fingers. His hairy chest is so sexy.
He finds my vaginal opening and starts to force the big head of his dick inside me. It hurts. “Ow ow ow,” I squeak worriedly, pushing against his chest.
“Shhh….just relax, let it happen Brittany... let...it...happen,” he instructs sternly.
I hold my breath, still worried about his size. He slides his dick all the way into my very ready vagina. It slides in easily and smoothly but hurts a little as it stretches me. God he’s big! “Ohhh my gosh!” I exclaim as the ecstasy is so intense and unexpected. He lays down on top of me, his head by my ear. I can feel the weight of his heavy, hairy body. He starts to slide his dick in and out slowly. “Oh yeah,” he whispers. “Your puzzy’s so fuckin’ wet ‘n tight!”
“Slowly...slowly...you’re so big!” I beg, panting, trying hard to relax my vagina to take his impressive girth. After a little while it doesn’t hurt anymore. It only feels really really REALLY good. It feels so thick in me. I’ve never been filled this much before!
It feels so good, I involuntarily moan loudly. “Mmmm...you like that don’t you sweetheart? You like getting fucked” he coos quietly in my ear.
“Umm hmm,” I squeak quietly.
He takes that as a signal that I want it harder. I run my hands over his strong built body. His muscles are a turn-on. I start moving my pelvis up and down matching his movements. It feels so good!
“Ohhh…you like it hard, don’t you?”...”Don’t worry sweetie, you’re gonna get rocked hard tonight!” he growls harshly. It makes me nervous about what he’s gonna do to me!
He starts fucking me really really hard, slamming down between my legs. I squeal loudly, digging my nails into his back.
GOD it’s intense...I already feel like I’m going to cum. I start to breathe heavily, panting and moaning louder. Sex hasn’t felt this good in a long time! He’s so sexy!
“Come for me Brittany...come for me”, he commands. My body complies and I climax. He pounds me hard through the long orgasm. God, it was a good one. I can’t believe he made me cum so easily! I breathe hard, whimpering a little, trying to calm down from the intense orgasm.
He pulls out. I look down and see I’ve creamed heavily all over his dick.
“Turn over, get on your knees,” he commands.
I comply nervously. “Spread 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 it a few times. “You make my dick so fuckin’ hard!” “It’s a really good thing that you’re willing to use your pussy to get what you want.” “It’s a shame so many women don’t know how to use their best asset.”
He works the head of his dick into the opening of my swollen horny slit. He puts his strong hands on my hips and pulls, his dick slips quickly and smoothly back into me, all the way to his balls.
I feel so much tighter in this position! The ecstasy of being suddenly penetrated so deeply from behind catches me off guard, “Ohhh f..uck…. Your di...!” I whisper...trembling. The words barely come out of my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re wet”, he bellows. He starts to pound my ass sharply. The feeling of his thick rough pubic hair against the delicate skin of my ass and vulva feels so erotic. His dick feels so thick and hard! His big nuts swing between my legs hitting my clitoris. There’s something about getting it from behind that always drives me wild!
He continues to fuck me roughly. He grabs my hair and puts a hand on my shoulder for leverage. Slap slap slap as his pelvis hammers my ass hard. “GOD I love fuckin’ you,” he growls. “Give daddy that tight puzzy!” I squeal uncontrollably each time he slams his thick shaft deep into me. It reminds me of that time my boss fucked me when I was an intern! The memory of it brings me right to a second orgasm!
“Ohh...Ohhh...Ohhhhhh,” I squeal, gasping loudly as I cum. I involuntarily try to pull away as the most intense orgasm peaks. He grips my hips tight, I’m not going anywhere. I can feel the intense orgasm deep in my vagina, in my inner thighs, and spreading all over my body.
My vagina squeezes his dick hard as I cum. He feels it thrusts his dick as deep as he can and holds it there as my orgasm peaks and subsides.
He pulls me up against him, and puts his hand around my throat, his dick still deep in me. His mouth right next to my ear. “You like it hard and rough don’t you Brittany” he growls. “I knew from the way you first smiled at me that you had to be a really good fuck...and I was right!”
“I know girls like you. You make love with your boyfriends. But secretly, once and a while, you just want to just get fucked! You know there’s a difference, right?” I tinge of guilt comes over me, because I know that he’s right. Tonight I’m just getting fucked!
“I want you face down on the couch” he commands. I comply and he roughly forces my legs open and gets on top of me, laying on top of me. I feel him forcing the head of his dick back into me. “Arch your back sweetie...ass up” he orders. I do it and feel his dick slide in all the way to my cervix. He starts to pound me hard. I squeal loudly as it always reaches too deep in this position. He grabs my hair and presses my face into the sofa.
“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this does he”, he growls harshly as he mercilessly drills me. It hurts, but it feels good at the same time. I feel like I’m going to cum again! I squeal uncontrollably. All the other guests in the hotel probably know a girl is getting railed in the Penthouse, but I can’t help it.
“You’re a screamer aren’t you? You horny little slut” he says, right in my ear. I climax a third time, this time it lasts for what seems like forever! My vagina spasms over and over. It feels like I’m continuously cumming!
He keeps hammering me hard. “Say fuck me Vic” he demands. “Fuck me Vic!” I repeat breathlessly.
“Again!” he demands. “Fuck me Vic!” I repeat, even more breathlessly. “Good girl...you’re a great fuck...tell your boyfriend you got fucked really hard tonight!” he growls mockingly. His words make me feel so guilty. I’m mortified that I let this happen!
Finally he starts to cum. He grunts with each thrust. Then he thrusts his dick as deep as he can and holds it there. I can feel the head pressing right against my cervix. It hurts. “Owww”, I squeak. “Uhhh...Uhhh...Uhhh...Uhhhhhhhhh.” He grunts. I feel his dick pulsing over and over as he discharges semen repeatedly deep in me. I can actually feel it spurt right against my cervix. It’s so deep, it feels like it’s going right into my uterus!
He spoons me for awhile, caressing my body, kissing my neck. I can’t believe he made me cum three times! Sex hasn’t felt that good in a long time! I lay there exhausted.
After a few minutes he sits up. “Let me take a look at this contract,” he says. He starts flipping through the pages.
I collect my clothes off the floor and go to the washroom. I look in the mirror. I’m disgusted with what I see. My makeup is smeared, and my mascara is running from all the tears. I shake my head slowly looking in the mirror and sigh as the full realization hits me that Carlucci fucked the hell out of me. The fact that I came so many times makes me feel so ashamed.
I get some tissue and try to clean up my vagina. It’s absolutely full of Carlucci’s semen. I try my best, but it keeps oozing. What the hell? Why is there so much? He must be a heavy cummer. I just put on my panties and miniskirt and wipe off what's left of my makeup and lipstick. I’m almost at the point of sobbing and have to fight back more tears.
I compose 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, faking a smile, as I put them in the briefcase.
He gets up and walks me to the door. He takes me around the waist and gives me a few gentle kisses. “Jones and Collins better take good care of you,” he tells me.
I force another smile 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 several minutes sobbing, looking at the briefcase. I can’t believe Carlucci just fucked me and creampied me for this stupid contract! I really thought I would go to his hotel room and somehow get him to sign it without having sex with him. I was so stupid!
I think of all the dirty obscene things he said to me. The fact that he made me cum so many times made me feel like such a whore!
I was doing so well. Even though Jared and I made love regularly, it was more than a year since I’d gotten FUCKED. Last time was when that photographer got me naked and fucked me.
I remember a pack of cigarettes Carla left in the glove compartment when we went to a club the other night. I take one out and light it. Even though I quit a year ago, I feel like I need one right now. I take a few drags and start to relax and compose myself.
My vagina felt so tingly and numb. That delicious soreness I usually enjoy after really good sex. A strong feeling of guilt comes over me that I was unfaithful to Jared yet again. It was just like that time my boss nailed me at his house. I’m ashamed to admit, I had fantasized many times about getting it like that again.
I notice It feels so hot and sticky between my legs. I spread them a little, move my panties to the side, and run my finger between my tender puffy labia. The strong smell of semen hits me and it feels so slimy. I get a tissue from the glovebox and wipe my vagina again. It’s still coming out!
I finish the cigarette and finally drive home. I go inside and thankfully Jared is sound asleep. I go in the bathroom and take off my clothes. The crotch of my panties is completely wet and crusted with dried semen. Damn, Carlucci’s a heavy cummer! I can still smell the musky scent of his semen. I can also smell Carlucci’s cologne all over my clothes. I bury them all at the bottom of my dirty clothes hamper. I take a long shower trying desperately to clean every trace of him off my body.
The next day at work, right after lunch, I went to the restroom. As I was pulling down my panties to pee, I noticed the crotch was crusty. I gingerly spread my labia with my fingers. I was shocked to see more of Carlucci’s semen inside my slit. I could smell it! It gave me a horny feeling remembering how he filled me. He had inseminated me for real! I knew for sure if I wasn’t on the pill, he would have gotten me pregnant! I can’t explain the feeling other than knowing I was taken by true virility, true masculinity. I ran my finger between my labia gathering a nice drop of the white cum. I put it in my mouth and tasted it. It immediately reminded me of the taste of Carlucci’s dick. The strong flavor of his pre-cum! I savored the taste with a couple more drops, while rubbing my clit. I came hard. Afterwards I looked down at my quivering slit. There was a lot more of his semen! The spasms must have pushed out more. A big drop was about to fall and I caught it with my finger tip. I put my finger in my mouth and savored it. I went back to my desk an imagined I just blew Carlucci in the bathroom, he fucked me and inseminated me again. The taste of his dick still in my mouth!
Jones and Collins make good on our agreement and paid me the commission. They had no idea of what I did to get him to sign, but they probably have their thoughts. I deposited it in a secret savings account. I try hard to just forget about that night.
I feel horrible that I haven’t been faithful to my boyfriend. It’s not like a look to cheat. Things just happen to me. Will I have sex with another man again? I know myself and know I almost certainly will. Maybe I’m just not cut out to be in a monogamous relationship?
PART 2
A couple of weeks later I’m at work at my desk doing my usual paperwork duties. It was one of those days that I had been very horny and thinking about sex a lot. Mr. Jones comes up to my desk and says “Brittany, go in my office, there’s someone in there for you.”
I wonder who it could be. I get up and go to his office. Carlucci is there! “Hi gorgeous…surprised to see me?”
“Oh...Hi Mr. Car…”
“Vic” he interrupts.
“Vic..” I continue nervously.
He closes the door behind me and puts his arms around me from behind. Suddenly, my mind floods with memories of that night. I was hoping I’d never see him again...it would have been easier that way.
“I had to come visit my favorite office girl” he says softly in my ear. He holds me tight against him. I’m frozen...my mind races. His arms feel so strong around me, it makes me already feel a little sexually aroused!
“How have Jones and Collins been treating you?” he asks.
“Fine” I answer quietly and nervously.
“They better, or they’ll have to answer to me”, he growls, as intimidating as ever.
He pulls my blonde hair to one side and starts to kiss my neck. I can feel his big package pressing right between my ass cheeks. I get a strong tingle in my vagina as I remember how big and thick his dick is and how it felt in me. As good as it felt, I can’t let it happen again!
He slides one hand up to my breast and squeezes it, as he continues to kiss my neck. His other hand slides down to my tummy. I try to pull away, but he pulls me against him, pressing his bulge harder between my ass cheeks. He grinds it firmly. It makes me feel drunk with arousal. I roll my eyes and bite my lip as my body betrays me. He had to show up on a day that I’m already very horny!
I think he wants to do me right here in Jones’ office! I try desperately to think of a way to get out of this as nicely as possible.
“I...I can’t…” I say meekly as I try to pull away and pull his hand off my breast.
“Brittany” he says sternly, suddenly pulling me firmly against him. “I can be a good friend...I help my friends out, whatever they need.” he snarls slowly and softly in my ear. “I can be a good friend to you, but I’m also someone you don’t want to have as an enemy.”
His words are menacing. A lump forms in my throat. I remember how he reacts when he doesn’t get what he wants. I’m so scared of him! I definitely don’t want to be on his bad side!
He slides his hand up under my skirt and over the front of my satin panties. He slides his hand down the front of my panties and over my mound, slipping one finger between my labia. He starts rubbing my clitoris in little circles. My vagina responds instantly, gushing moisture all over his finger. “Oh God” I whisper breathlessly.
He feels it. “Ohhhh...that’s it sweetie…I knew I could get you excited” he softly coos in my ear.
I squirm a little nervously. he slips his middle finger deep into my pussy, I gasp. I grab his wrist and try to pull his hand out from between my legs and push against his body with my other hand, but he’s much too strong.
He squeezes my breast hard with his other hand. A little bit too hard. I’m getting so wet and it feels so erotic. God…he’s getting me so aroused! He slowly increases the speed that he slides his big finger in and out. I try desperately not to make a sound, but a little moan slips out. Damn, he’s going to think I want this!
The aggressiveness of how he’s fingering me and his strength is such a turn-on. I start to feel an orgasm building. I squirm more, but he’s so strong. I breathe heavily.
“I can tell you want to get fucked sweetie” he growls in my ear as he mercilessly works my pussy with his big finger. “How do I know? Huh? I know ‘cause you’re fuckin’ wet!” he laughs mockingly.
I don’t, but I do at the same time! I’m afraid to displease him. Truth is, I had fantasized about that night with him many times since. He had become my new masturbation fantasy.
He stops fingering me. I hear him unbuckling his belt letting his pants fall down. I put my hands on the desk, arch my back and lift my ass. I’m so horny now I can barely stand it! He’s right...all I want now is to feel his thick dick in me!
He hikes up my tight skirt and roughly pulls down my panties. He rubs his hands all over my ass and spanks it, “God DAMN you have the hottest ass!” He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands and I feel my wet slit spreading open. A few drops of my lubrication drip onto the floor. I want to get nailed so bad now!
“Ohhhh fuck...you’re dripping wet!” he growls, looking at my very open, dripping wet, and ready pussy. I feel him maneuvering his very thick head between my swollen labia. He teases me several times with just the head, until I’m panting with excitement. “You have THE wettest pussy!”
Then he quickly slides all the way in, balls deep. “Oh...my...GOD” I whisper, biting my finger trying desperately to keep from squealing. I feel a little squirt and some lubrication runs down my inner thighs. It’s happening! It feels intense. Soooo fucking thick! He very slowly slides it back out then slowly back in deep. My legs shake as I feel an orgasm suddenly coming on quickly. It’s amazing how easily he can make me cum!
“Oh God… I’m gonna cum!” I squeak breathlessly. Reaching back and grabbing his hand that’s on my hip.
“Already??” he laughs, pressing his pelvis firmly against my ass and holding it there. He grabs my arms and holds them behind my back firmly.
I squirm as the orgasm builds to an incredible intensity. He just holds his dick still, buried balls deep in my quivering vagina. My legs shake. He doesn’t even have to thrust his dick. Just the feeling of his thick shaft in me and his rough pubic hair against my ass is enough to drive me right over the edge!
I moan haltingly as the orgasm peaks and subsides. I start to breathe again, gasping. “Goddamn you’re a horny little slut!” he laughs. He starts to slowly slide his dick in and out again. It feels so slick as I’m so incredibly wet.
Suddenly he starts to pound me hard. Slap slap slap, as he slams his dick deep into me. It’s much too deep and hurts as he hits my cervix. I arch my back, trying desperately to keep him from going to deep.
I feel another orgasm building already! I squeal uncontrollably as the ecstasy is too much for me! I get one hand free and put it over my mouth to muffle my squeals. I stop squealing as another intense, but shorter orgasm peaks, and then catch my breath again, panting hard. Immediately another orgasm starts building. I’m having multiples! This has never happened before!
“Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm...mmmmm” I squeal desperately through my hand. I cum another 5 times as he mercilessly bones me. “Yeah...you like that don’t you? I know how much you like your little cunt pounded from behind!” It’s a struggle just to take the constant orgasms and keep him from hitting my cervix at the same time. It so painful every time I let him get a little too deep!
I don’t know how much more I can take, I just wish it was over. He slaps my ass really hard. So hard it brings tears to my eyes. “Now you’re fuckin’ tight!” he snarls mockingly.
Finally, I feel him start to cum. He grips my hips tight and thrusts deep as he can inside me and holds it there. Right against my poor sore cervix. He grunts over and over as I feel his dick lurch repeatedly, filling me with semen. I can feel a warm full feeling deep inside. I remember how much of a heavy cummer he is! It feels so erotic being filled with so much semen!
He pulls out and pulls up his underwear and trousers. I bend down and pick up my panties and start to put them on. He stops me and takes them. “I’m keeping these” he says. He pulls me close to him, giving me a few gentle kisses. “I want to make sure we have an understanding Brittany” he whispers in my ear. “Your boyfriend may rent it, but your pussy belongs to me.”
He leaves and I run to the ladies room to clean up. I can feel semen running down my leg. My crotch is a mess! I clean it up as best I can. It’s almost 5pm anyway so I leave the office and get in my car. God I need a cigarette! Since that night in Vic’s hotel room, I started smoking again. I smoke as I drive, trying to calm down and keep from crying. Once in a while, when my legs spread a little, I can smell the strong smell of semen coming from my pantiless vagina.
I get home and Jared is there. He holds me and kisses me sweetly. I’m terrified he’ll notice the smell of semen oozing from between my legs. I tell him I need a shower and hurry to the bathroom to shower and clean up thoroughly. As I shower, I can’t help but rub my clit fantasizing about Carlucci’s huge dick. I easily have one more orgasm before I finish my shower.
We watch some TV, then get ready for bed. Jared wants to have sex, but I tell him I have a headache. Truth is, my vagina’s a little sore. Not to mention the big bruise on my ass where Carlucci slapped it. I lay there and wonder about the future of our relationship. I’ve almost stopped having sex with Jared all together.
PART 3
A week later I’m at work sitting at my desk. My desk phone rings. I answer it and hear Carlucci’s unmistakable deep voice and NY accent. “Brittany...sweetheart….how’s my favorite girl?” “Umm..I’m fine”, I answer shyly. A lump forms in my throat and I can barely breathe! “Listen...Brittany...I need a favor”, he continues. “I need you to get some blueprints from Rick Collins and drive them over to my office.” “I need them as soon as possible.” “Umm...okay” I answer quietly. “Oh...and Brittany...when you get here...I want you to leave your panties in the car.” “...Okay”, I answer very quietly. He hangs up.
I sit there for a moment stunned. Breathless. A strong tingle of arousal between my legs. I get up and go to Mr. Collins’ office. I knock gingerly on the door. He answers. “Um.. Mr. Carlucci called and he wants some blueprints?” I ask shyly. “Oh, yes here they are. Are you going to drive them over?” “Yes”, I respond. “Thank you Brittany” he says.
I take the blueprints to my car and put them in the back seat. I’m so nervous! I get in and sit there for a minute. I need a cigarette to calm down. I light one and try to relax. I’ve been stressed lately and smoking calms my nerves. I’ve lost a lot of weight too and have gotten a little too skinny.
Since he wants me there without panties I know he expects sex! I feel powerless. Like I have no choice but to do what he tells me. Just the thought of having sex with him makes my clit throb. He makes me cum like crazy! He’s so rough with me though and always hurts me. It makes me incredibly nervous!
I finish the cigarette and drive to his office. On the way I feel intensely horny! I get there and sit in the parking lot for a minute. I reach up my skirt and slip off my panties. The crotch of my panties is completely creamed. God...he’s got me dripping! Why does this man have this effect on me?! Never has a man made me cream my panties! I put my panties in the glove compartment. I sit for a moment, almost to the verge of tears I’m so nervous. I consider having another cigarette, but I’ve taken long enough already. I take a deep breath, take the blueprints, and walk into the building.
I walk up to the receptionist. “I’m here to see Mr. Carlucci.” I tell her shyly. “Have a seat, I’ll tell him you’re here” she says.
I sit nervously. She gets off the phone almost immediately and says “Go on in”. I stand and walk through his office door.
He’s right there waiting for me. “Hello gorgeous!” he greets me. “Hi Mr...”..”Vic!” he interrupts. “...Vic.” I smile, trying hard to hide my nervousness. He takes the blueprints from me and lays them on the desk. Then, he takes me around the waist, pulls me close and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. He tastes the cigarette on my lips. “I didn’t know you smoke. That’s so fuckin’ sexy.”
He holds me tight and kisses me gently and sensuously. He’s an amazing kisser! I put my hands on his big chest as he kisses me, he’s so muscular. So hot! He’s holding me so tight I can feel his big package pressing right against my pantiless clit. His intense masculinity, the feeling of his lips kissing me, his toned body and firm package against me is such a turn-on. It causes a LOT of tingling between my legs!
He releases me and motions for me to sit on his office sofa. I sit and he sits next to me. He starts kissing me again, this time more passionately, guiding me to open my mouth so he can slip his tongue in. He’s so aggressive and already getting very physical! Anyway, I’m way too nervous for chit chat.
As he kisses me, he slides his hand up my skirt between my legs and squeezes my inner thigh. My body is tense and he feels is. “Hey hey don’t be so tense? Loosen up!”
I take a deep breath trying hard to calm my nerves. He squeezes my inner thigh few times, then he slides his hand all the way up and starts to rub his middle finger between my slit. I gasp and hold my breath as I feel him exploring my embarrassingly wet vagina. He gets my wetness all over his finger.
“Oh yeah!” he laughs. “That’s what I like about you Brittany, you’re always ready to go!” He slips his middle finger into my vagina. I moan a little quietly and start to breathe heavily. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck as he roughly finger fucks me.
His unshaven stubble is so rough and scratchy. He presses his face between my boobs. Kissing and suckling on my cleavage.
He fingers me hard and it makes me want to cum. I almost get there and he stops. “No...not yet Brittany” he scolds. “You’ll cum when I want you to.”
He stands up in front of me and starts unbuckling his belt. He lets his slacks drop, then pulls down his boxers. His dick is already so hard and erect. I’m always shocked how big it is! I immediately feel my clit swell just seeing it! Just the sight of a man’s dick always makes me soooo horny!
He takes a fist full of my hair on the back of my head forcing my head back. “Stick out your tongue” he orders. I do it. He slaps his dick against my face a few times. “You’re so fuckin’ hot Brittany.” he snarls. “Keep that sexy tongue out.” A lot of precum drips out and he smears it all over my face with his dick. That familiar musky smell of his semen hits me.
He slaps my tongue with his dick a little, then sticks it in my mouth. His precum tastes so strong and erotic. That familiar taste I tasted while alone. I missed it. He holds my hair tight in his fist and forces his dick deep into my mouth. God he’s big! There’s no way I could take the whole thing! I gag a little and instinctively put my hands on his hips and push back against him. “Relax...RELAX...Don’t fight it!” he snarls. “I want you to deep throat my cock.”
He forces it all the way back in to the back of my throat, still gripping my hair. I gag again, making choking noises. My eyes tear up and I breathe hard.
“Again… just RE-LAX” he orders, gritting his teeth. I try hard to relax but he’s scaring me. I’m afraid to displease him! He forces it deep into my mouth again. His head gets just past the back of my throat, just for a second. I start gagging again. He pulls it back out and I choke and cough. The tears run down my cheeks. I’m trembling and breathing hard.
“Good girl” he growls. He lets go of my hair. “Lay back” he instructs. I lay back on the sofa and wipe the tears and semen from my face, trying to catch my breath.
He kneels down between my legs and lifts them, spreading them, my tight pencil skirt resists a little. “Take this fuckin’ skirt off” he growls as he roughly pulls my skirt off, ripping it a little. He’s being extra rough this time and it worries me that he’s going to hurt me!
He roughly spreads my legs again. He slaps his dick against my bare pussy and rubs the head against my clit getting my cream all over it. He slides the shaft up and down between my labia. “Fuck you cream a lot” he snarls. “It’s probably because you’re such a whore!”
I’m panting with anticipation. He puts the head right between my labia and starts to force his dick into me. “Oh….Oh!” I squeak breathlessly, pushing against his stomach. He grabs my wrists so hard I’m afraid he’s going to bruise me and slides his shaft all the way in. I feel INTENSE ecstasy as it stretches me, I gasp and hold my breath.
He goes way too deep and it hurts a little. I try to close my legs around his torso in a desperate attempt to prevent him from getting too deep. He lets go of my wrists and puts both hands on my thighs, pressing them down spreading my legs wide. I push hard against his hairy stomach but it’s useless.
“Fuck you’re tight” he growls. I look down and see his thick black bush of pubic hair against my pale skin and my delicate blonde landing strip. His thick shaft buried deep in me. Seeing this causes my vagina to spasm around his dick. I feel the intense feeling of an orgasm coming on suddenly and powerfully. I squeal a little and start moving my pelvis up and down against him, panting with excitement.
“No...NO...don’t you dare cum Brittany!” he snarls. “I can’t help it!” I whine breathlessly as the orgasm peaks. My body quivers and spasms.
“Damn Brittany… you’re such a slut” he growls mockingly. “You know what happens to sluts?” “No…” I squeak timidly, breathing hard. “They get fucked hard!” he snarls.
He starts pounding me hard. My vagina’s still a little sensitive from cumming and it hurts. I squeal a little loudly. He stops and slaps me. Just hard enough that its a little shock and brings tears to my eyes. “Shhh Shhh” he hisses, and puts his hand over my mouth firmly. He continues to fuck me hard.
He let go of my thighs so I can close my legs a little again. It prevents him from getting too deep and I get a little relief. Immediately it feels really really good again. My vagina spasms and another orgasm starts. I squeal through his hand. “MMMM ...MMM...MMM”. “You’re gonna cum again??” he snarls. “GODDAMN you’re a fuckin’ whore! Your boyfriend’s a fuckin’ cuck!”
“Go on then...cum for me!” he commands. My body obeys and I climax hard, squirming up and down on his dick. I let out one long muffled squeal and then start panting hard as it ends.
He roughly turns me over by my ankles. “Get on your knees! I wanna see that ass.”
“Come on, stick up your ass!” he orders. I comply and he grabs my ass with both hands and gives me a few little spanks. I’m terrified he’s going to slap it hard like he did last time and I reach back to stop him. He grabs my wrist and holds my arm behind my back hard. He grabs my hair with his other hand and jams my face into the sofa cushion.
He maneuvers his dick into the opening of my vagina and slowly slides it in deep. “Oh god” I whine, my eyes roll back in my head as the feeling is so intense. Soooo thick!
He starts pounding me harder than ever. The head of his dick slamming into my poor cervix. I squeal. He stops. “Shhh” he hisses. “I can’t help it you’re hurting me!” I whine breathlessly.
“Stop whining, I’m not hurting you” he growls. “This is what it’s like to get fucked by a real man… not that pussy boyfriend of yours!”
“How do I know he’s a pussy? If he was a real man, you wouldn’t be here in my office gettin’ fucked!” he snarls. “I know what little blonde whores like you really want!” It didn’t feel like I had been given a choice!
He jams my face harder into the sofa cushion to muffle my squeals and resumes jack-hammering my ass. I squeal and squeal into the cushion. It hurts, but after a minute it seems like my cervix just becomes numb. All I can feel is the intense ecstasy of his thick penis splitting my tight wet slit. The feeling of his thick pubic hair slamming into my ass is such a turn-on. I start having multiple orgasms one after another.
I feel him tense up and start grunting. I know he’s about to cum in me. A feeling of euphoria washes over me. Almost joy knowing I’m about to receive his seed. I push back against him and clamp my vagina around his shaft as hard as I can as he thrusts deep one last time. He climaxes. I can feel his dick lurch inside me. I clamp over and over desperately trying to milk his dick for every drop.
He finishes and slides out of me. I reach down and cover my vagina with my fingers, trying to keep every drop of his load. Some seeps between my fingers anyway. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck his musty cream off of them savoring the flavor.
He stands and pulls up his slacks. “Go on Brittney, I have a lot of work to do” he growls as he returns to his desk. I find my panties and pull them on over my heavily creampied slit. I straighten my dress and hair and take my purse and hurriedly leave, walking quickly past his receptionist. I hear her ask “are you okay?”. I nod and smile nervously as I walk out the door.