Straight Female / 39
How I Closed The Deal
work for a company that sells plastics; my job was to bring new business and orders into the company. I’d been very successful; however, there is one company I’d never managed to sign up. The client makes all manner of plastic goods; bin bags, packaging, agricultural plastic coverings, plus loads of other things. Harry owns the company; he was in his fifties, fat, bald and obnoxious. He’s the kind of man who you just know mentally undresses you as he is talking. I hate him.
Each year my company tenders for his business, the tender is worth millions of pounds and a bonus of around fifty thousand pounds to me. I’d been trying to get Harry to sign up for years; however, I failed each time. Each year the old bugger propositions me; the deal is mine if I’d sleep with him the contract would be mine. This is a line though; I wouldn’t cross.
The recent Kung Flu hit my company very hard; they had to lay off quite a few staff and put loads more on furlough. Harry, however, did well during the crisis as he makes packaging materials for a massive internet retail business. Getting his business this year would save my job and maybe even the company I work for. So my lovely boss Phil begged me to do my best with Harry as he needed his business this year.
The meeting with Harry went, as usual; I took him through our tender presentation, he said he was impressed. I tried to close the sale the usual way; our offer was a great one. However, Harry put the same clause in stating that he would sign a two-year contract with me if I slept with him. I’m twenty-seven years old have loads of self-respect, and didn’t want to go down that route. Harry knew I was desperate for the deal and finally offers a three year fixed deal. This was extraordinary; the deal would save my company and give me a life-changing bonus. To my shame, I agreed.
I met Harry that night at a local hotel, and he signed all the paperwork; however, he put the following day's date on it. Before he signed, he said I would have to agree to everything he wanted to do that night. I said yes as long as there was no physical abuse or pain and he had to wear a condom. He didn’t want to agree to the condom, but it was a deal-breaker, and I wouldn’t do it without him wearing one; he eventually agreed. The deal was I would stay the night, and the contract would come into force the following day. He had booked a suite which was quite magnificent; Harry was also very attentive, dare I say even respectful when I first arrived; things changed though later one. I’d had a couple of stiff drinks before I went for courage, and Harry had champagne on ice in the room.
The is no easy way to write this down. He first made me strip in front of him; I was shaking with nerves; he just sat in a hotel chair and watched. I initially covered my modesty, but he told me to put my hands and arms by my side. He said I was a natural beauty and then gets up and gives me a large box. Inside was sexy lingerie and some ‘toys’. I nearly ran out of the room, but a deal is a deal. So I put on a black Basque, which left my breasts exposed, black lacy and open crotched knickers.
He sucked both my breasts for the longest time. Finally, my body betrayed me, and I started to get aroused. He kept on touching my pussy to see how wet I was and kept commenting that I was getting wetter. He then stopped sucking my breasts and brought out two nipple clamps. I initially covered my breasts, but he promised not to hurt me. They felt extraordinary when Harry first put them on me; however, the sensation on my nipples made my clit tingle and my pussy cream?
He then asks me to go on all fours on the hotel bed. I thought, here we go, time to be a big girl and not cry!! However, he stands behind me and spends the next ten minutes playing with my pussy. With the nipple clamps on his fingers working on my clit drove me insane with pleasure. My body was now acting on its own; although I hated the man and what he was making me do, an orgasm began to build.
He continued working on my clit and pussy, then goes to his box again. He then puts a clamp onto my clit joining the two nipple clamps and the clit clamp with a three-way silver chain. So there I was, in a hotel room with this horrible man, dressed in the sluttiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, with nipple and clit clamps joined with a chain.
Harry then gently pulls on the chain a couple of times, and my tits and clit explode with pleasure. My body is now like somebody else’s, moaning and enjoying the humiliation! The bastard kept me on the verge of having an orgasm, touching parts of my body but stopping just before I went into an orgasmic cycle.
Harry then stands in front of me and drops his suit trouser, and releases his cock from his underpants. It’s true what they say about very successful men; his manhood was massive. I have no idea how long it was, but it must have been a good seven inches?; it was though the thickest penis I had ever seen. Even his large hand just about fit around it. “This, my dear is why I need you wet and randy,” he said.
He put onto a condom, although I recall having the thought that there was no way he would fit all that meat into so little rubber; he did. I’m still on all fours on the bed, and Harry walks to the rear of me. I feel his cock push against my opening. I felt its head breach my vaginal entrance. My head was screaming not to do this, and how disgusting the whole thing was, but my body was enjoying itself! I moaned as he started penetrating me further. He stretched me tighter than I thought was possible.
For the next half an hour, he fucked me senseless. I had numerous orgasms, and although I felt like a slut and a whore my body had a sensational time; the best? Afterwards, he allowed me to dress and ordered a meal into the suite. Over dinner, he was a gentleman telling me how he’d admired me the first time he had seen me. He even said it was a shame that this was the only way he could have me and wished it had been different. After dinner, I let him put me on the bed, raise my dress and enter me again. Due I think to the drink, and my general debauchery at the time I let the old fucker do my bareback. I loved every minute of it, spending in orgasm several times; it was bliss. The next day he honoured the contract, my boss Phil promoted me to be his right-hand lady and I’m due to get an enormous bonus and shares in the company. I suppose if you’re going to sell it, get as much as you can is the moral.
My confession, though, is this; I fucking enjoyed it! I’ve now visited Harry a couple of times to introduce our people to him, and after each meeting, I’ve stayed back, and he has taken me to a hotel and then pretty much fucked my brains out again. I sometimes go to see him without any business reason, just to get fucked. He sometimes rings me and asks me to come over to ‘our hotel’ if I’m available; I’m always available. I like Harry now, however, I love that wonderful cock of his more, and that he knows what to do with it and me.
Today, I needed to sign some NDA and copyright legal documents that Harry’s legal team had prepared. We sat in his office in the coffee break out area. Two leather sofas facing each other with a glass table in-between. I was looking over the documents when he casually asked me to open my legs and pull my panties to the side. It wasn’t a request but a command. I obeyed and he sat drinking coffee looking at my hairy pussy; of yes, he’s asked ..(continue confession)
Each year my company tenders for his business, the tender is worth millions of pounds and a bonus of around fifty thousand pounds to me. I’d been trying to get Harry to sign up for years; however, I failed each time. Each year the old bugger propositions me; the deal is mine if I’d sleep with him the contract would be mine. This is a line though; I wouldn’t cross.
The recent Kung Flu hit my company very hard; they had to lay off quite a few staff and put loads more on furlough. Harry, however, did well during the crisis as he makes packaging materials for a massive internet retail business. Getting his business this year would save my job and maybe even the company I work for. So my lovely boss Phil begged me to do my best with Harry as he needed his business this year.
The meeting with Harry went, as usual; I took him through our tender presentation, he said he was impressed. I tried to close the sale the usual way; our offer was a great one. However, Harry put the same clause in stating that he would sign a two-year contract with me if I slept with him. I’m twenty-seven years old have loads of self-respect, and didn’t want to go down that route. Harry knew I was desperate for the deal and finally offers a three year fixed deal. This was extraordinary; the deal would save my company and give me a life-changing bonus. To my shame, I agreed.
I met Harry that night at a local hotel, and he signed all the paperwork; however, he put the following day's date on it. Before he signed, he said I would have to agree to everything he wanted to do that night. I said yes as long as there was no physical abuse or pain and he had to wear a condom. He didn’t want to agree to the condom, but it was a deal-breaker, and I wouldn’t do it without him wearing one; he eventually agreed. The deal was I would stay the night, and the contract would come into force the following day. He had booked a suite which was quite magnificent; Harry was also very attentive, dare I say even respectful when I first arrived; things changed though later one. I’d had a couple of stiff drinks before I went for courage, and Harry had champagne on ice in the room.
The is no easy way to write this down. He first made me strip in front of him; I was shaking with nerves; he just sat in a hotel chair and watched. I initially covered my modesty, but he told me to put my hands and arms by my side. He said I was a natural beauty and then gets up and gives me a large box. Inside was sexy lingerie and some ‘toys’. I nearly ran out of the room, but a deal is a deal. So I put on a black Basque, which left my breasts exposed, black lacy and open crotched knickers.
He sucked both my breasts for the longest time. Finally, my body betrayed me, and I started to get aroused. He kept on touching my pussy to see how wet I was and kept commenting that I was getting wetter. He then stopped sucking my breasts and brought out two nipple clamps. I initially covered my breasts, but he promised not to hurt me. They felt extraordinary when Harry first put them on me; however, the sensation on my nipples made my clit tingle and my pussy cream?
He then asks me to go on all fours on the hotel bed. I thought, here we go, time to be a big girl and not cry!! However, he stands behind me and spends the next ten minutes playing with my pussy. With the nipple clamps on his fingers working on my clit drove me insane with pleasure. My body was now acting on its own; although I hated the man and what he was making me do, an orgasm began to build.
He continued working on my clit and pussy, then goes to his box again. He then puts a clamp onto my clit joining the two nipple clamps and the clit clamp with a three-way silver chain. So there I was, in a hotel room with this horrible man, dressed in the sluttiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, with nipple and clit clamps joined with a chain.
Harry then gently pulls on the chain a couple of times, and my tits and clit explode with pleasure. My body is now like somebody else’s, moaning and enjoying the humiliation! The bastard kept me on the verge of having an orgasm, touching parts of my body but stopping just before I went into an orgasmic cycle.
Harry then stands in front of me and drops his suit trouser, and releases his cock from his underpants. It’s true what they say about very successful men; his manhood was massive. I have no idea how long it was, but it must have been a good seven inches?; it was though the thickest penis I had ever seen. Even his large hand just about fit around it. “This, my dear is why I need you wet and randy,” he said.
He put onto a condom, although I recall having the thought that there was no way he would fit all that meat into so little rubber; he did. I’m still on all fours on the bed, and Harry walks to the rear of me. I feel his cock push against my opening. I felt its head breach my vaginal entrance. My head was screaming not to do this, and how disgusting the whole thing was, but my body was enjoying itself! I moaned as he started penetrating me further. He stretched me tighter than I thought was possible.
For the next half an hour, he fucked me senseless. I had numerous orgasms, and although I felt like a slut and a whore my body had a sensational time; the best? Afterwards, he allowed me to dress and ordered a meal into the suite. Over dinner, he was a gentleman telling me how he’d admired me the first time he had seen me. He even said it was a shame that this was the only way he could have me and wished it had been different. After dinner, I let him put me on the bed, raise my dress and enter me again. Due I think to the drink, and my general debauchery at the time I let the old fucker do my bareback. I loved every minute of it, spending in orgasm several times; it was bliss. The next day he honoured the contract, my boss Phil promoted me to be his right-hand lady and I’m due to get an enormous bonus and shares in the company. I suppose if you’re going to sell it, get as much as you can is the moral.
My confession, though, is this; I fucking enjoyed it! I’ve now visited Harry a couple of times to introduce our people to him, and after each meeting, I’ve stayed back, and he has taken me to a hotel and then pretty much fucked my brains out again. I sometimes go to see him without any business reason, just to get fucked. He sometimes rings me and asks me to come over to ‘our hotel’ if I’m available; I’m always available. I like Harry now, however, I love that wonderful cock of his more, and that he knows what to do with it and me.
Today, I needed to sign some NDA and copyright legal documents that Harry’s legal team had prepared. We sat in his office in the coffee break out area. Two leather sofas facing each other with a glass table in-between. I was looking over the documents when he casually asked me to open my legs and pull my panties to the side. It wasn’t a request but a command. I obeyed and he sat drinking coffee looking at my hairy pussy; of yes, he’s asked ..(continue confession)
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