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Getting the Business
by Jefferson James (address defunct)
***
Some people will do anything it takes to get the
business. (MF, work, oral, anal)
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"Ben Harris, telephone, line two. Ben Harris,
telephone," the voice on the intercom announced.
"Mr. Harris speaking," Ben said, answering the phone.
"How may I help you?"
The person on the other end replied, "Hey, Benjie boy,
it's me Ralphie."
Ben instantly recognized the voice of his business
rival, Ralph Benson. They were both competing in the
same retail market, but they were friends,
nevertheless.
"What's up?" Ben asked.
"You'll never guess who I just boffed," Ralph said, in
a low voice. "...our favorite Wholesaler's Rep.,
little 'Miss Itty Bitty Titties', herself.
"Helen?" Ben asked, trying to hide the surprise in his
voice.
"That's right, buddy boy," Ralph chuckled. "I've been
poking her for the last half-hour, on the sofa, right
here in my office. She's in my private bathroom, as we
speak, washing cum off of her cute little tits. It
seems her new boss is a lecherous old bastard. He came
on to her, and she turned him down flat. So, he gave
her an impossible sales goal, and told her if she
didn't meet it, she's fired. I just bought a whole lot
of shit I'll never sell, but it got me in her pants. I
made her put out before I would sign the purchase
orders. With what I just ordered, and what you ordered,
she'll be able to keep her job long enough to get in
the sack with this guy's boss, and get him fired."
As soon as he got off the phone, Ben called his buyer
on the intercom, and asked, "Dan, has Helen Cohen been
in to pick up the P.O.s for the order we phoned in this
morning?"
"Not yet," Dan replied. "I expect her any minute."
"Good," Ben said, smiling to himself. "Before you give
them to her, I need to see her. When she gets here,
send her to my office. Hold on to those P.O.s until
after I've spoken with her."
Half an hour later, Helen Cohen was sitting in Ben's
office, smiling pleasantly, with her hands folded in
her lap. She looked like a picture-perfect, prim and
proper business woman. Her curly, black hair was pulled
back in a loose ponytail, and her makeup was muted and
subtle, highlighting her large brown eyes, pert nose,
and pouting mouth, perfectly.
Ben found it hard to believe she had been flat on her
back with her cunt stuffed, getting her brains screwed
out, less than an hour earlier. But, he knew Ralph
would never lie about such a thing.
"Dan said you wanted to see me about this morning's
order," she said, with an angelic smile.
"I'm canceling the order," Ben replied, doing his best
not to grin as he watched the color drain out of her
face.
"I don't understand," she said, her voice shaking
almost imperceptibly.
"It's all top quality merchandise."
Ben looked her up and down, smiled, and said, "I'm not
questioning the quality. What I want is a better deal."
"I've already given you a large discount on this
order," she said, rummaging through her briefcase.
"But, perhaps I can sweeten the deal a little more."
As Helen studied the paperwork, she shifted slightly in
her chair. Ben watched intently as her knees moved a
few inches apart, allowing him to see up her dress. It
was a tactic she had used before. Although she was
always discreet, it had happened during negotiations
too many times to be a coincidence.
"What if I take another 5% off the price?" she asked,
not taking her eyes off of the papers. She was always
careful not to catch him looking up her dress.
"You can do better than that, can't you?" Ben asked,
staring blatantly at the crotch of her white silk
panties.
He slid his foot forward, gently nudging the tip of one
of her hi-heels. Shifting nervously in her chair,
Helen subtly slid her skirt an inch or two up her legs,
and moved her knees farther apart then she had ever
done before.
"Ok," she said, nodding her head. "I'll discount the
order an additional 7% and we'll pay half of the
shipping.
Ben nudged her shoe again, and said, " You're going to
have to do a lot better than that."
Blushing slightly, Helen opened her legs a tiny bit
more, and said, "...10% and all the shipping. But,
that's as far as I can go. I can't give you a better
deal than that."
"The price is fine," Ben said, blatantly leaning to one
side, giving himself a better view up Helen's skirt.
But, I know how badly you need this order. So, you're
going to have to sweeten the incentive package a whole
lot more. You do know what I mean, don't you?"
Helen closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Opening her
eyes again, she glanced at her watch. It was 4:30.
There was no way she could generate another sale today.
If she was going to make her quota, she had to get Ben
to sign those P.O.s. Giving him a small forced smile,
she asked, "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
When she returned, five minutes later, Helen began
shuffling through her paperwork again.
"Where were we?" she asked.
"...a 10% discount and all the shipping," Ben replied,
leaning back in his chair. "And, a sweeter incentive
package."
Helen nodded her head and shifted in her seat.
"I can offer you a new display," she said, discreetly
parting her knees.
As Ben gazed up her skirt, he grinned. During her
absence, she had gone to the ladies room and removed
her panties. He could just make out the dark pink hood
of her clitoris amid the thick, tangled nest of her
curly black pubic hair. Hesitating for as long as he
comfortably could, Ben watched as she again moved in
her seat, opening her legs further.
"That's much better," he said, standing up. "But, I
would also like some samples."
Turning from her paperwork, Helen found Ben standing
less than a foot away from her face. Looking up, she
gave him a weak smile and said, "I think that can be
arranged. Do we have a deal?"
Ben reached out and softly stroked Helen's hair. The
fact that she didn't flinch encouraged him to proceed.
"Well, let's just say we have an oral agreement," he
said, gently pulling the side of her face to his
pelvis. "I'm going to require some token of your good
faith before I agree to sign anything. You understand,
don't you?"
"Yes. I think so," she responded, just barely above a
whisper.
Ben sensed the apprehension in her voice. She wasn't a
complete slut, and she was obviously having difficulty
behaving like one. Although she had already made a
whore of herself once today, she was reluctant to do it
again. Feeling that she needed a little more prodding
he asked, "Are you having second thoughts?"
Shaking slightly, Helen caressed Ben's penis through
the front of his slacks.
"No," she whispered. "I'll do it."
Then, lowering his zipper, she gingerly unfastened the
front of his pants, letting them drop to his knees. As
she tugged his briefs down his thighs, she glanced up
at him, licking her lips nervously.
"I don't normally do business like this," she said,
taking his semi rigid penis in hand. "I hope you
understand that these are special circumstances."
As he smiled and nodded, Ben gently gripped Helen's
head, guiding her mouth on to his dick. Sighing, she
closed her lips tightly around it, and began sucking
gently. Working her head back and forth, she matched
the pumping action of his hips, stroke for stroke.
Ben's dick gradually stiffened until it was rock hard.
He was starting to breathe harder, too. Moving his
hands from Helen's head to her shoulders, he moaned and
told her, "Open your blouse. I want to see your tits."
Helen groaned in protest. Seeing that she wasn't going
to comply, Ben chuckled and said, "You weren't this shy
when you showed me your pussy. Now, show me your cute
little titties."
Being sensitive about the size of her breasts, Helen
let out another complaining groan. Her face flushed red
as she undid the buttons of her blouse. Still
grumbling, she reached between the cups of her bra,
unfastened its catch and pulled it open, exposing her
small girlish breasts.
As he eyed her little, stiff-nippled titties, Ben
started moving his hips faster, sliding his hard-on in
and out between Helen's tightly gripping, ruby red lips
faster and faster. As his breathing got more and more
ragged, she looked him in the eye, and began making
whimpering noises. Then, suddenly, she pulled her head
away.
"Not in my mouth," she gasped. "I'll get you off with
my hand."
As Ben helped her to her feet, Helen jacked his dick
fast and furiously.
"Not yet," he moaned. "Drop your skirt and turn
around."
Helen froze.
"By an oral agreement, I thought you meant a blowjob,"
She said, pressing her legs together. "I never agreed
to anything more."
"And I never agreed to sign the purchase orders," Ben
smiled. "And, before I do, I expect you to offer me at
least as much as you gave Ralph Benson. Drop your
skirt."
"He told you? It's different; I really like Ralph. I
can't believe he told you. It's not that I don't like
you. ..just not the same way. Why did he... I
can't... Oh....," Helen babbled.
Blushing, she turned her face to the ceiling. As she
nervously licked her lips, she sighed and slowly
unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. With
a half stifled sob, she stepped out it, and turned
around.
"Full price?" she asked, quietly. "...no discounts?
...no free shipping or other incentives?"
Ben moved in close behind her. Reaching around her, he
slid his hand through her curly pubic hair and into her
crotch. As he gently fondled her thin, tight labia he
told her, "This is incentive enough. And, I told you
before, I don't mind paying full price for quality
merchandise. I'm sorry I don't have a nice comfortable
sofa like Ralph. I'm sure you must find it a bit
degrading to just bend over a man's desk and spread
'em. If I had known how today's negotiations were going
to turn out, I would have reserved a motel room."
Unable to hold back her tears any longer, Helen bent
over and opened her legs. Folding her arms, she buried
her face in her elbow, weeping softly.
Ben knew he should be feeling sorry for her. He told
himself that if he was a decent human being, he would
call the whole thing off. But instead, he found that
her tears actually turned him on. Seeing such a self
determined woman humbled to this degree was more
exciting than anything he had ever experienced. He
wanted to explore these emotions and see if they could
be heightened further.
"Do you want some face?" he asked.
Helen shook her head.
"I guess that means you're wet," he taunted. "Is that
right? Can I just slip it right in?"
As she nodded her head, Helen's quiet weeping escalated
into body shaking sobs, bring a twisted smile to Ben's
face. Before today, he had never liked to see a woman
cry, but now he could imagine no sweeter sound. First
rubbing the pre-cum from the tip of his dick on her
labia, he began easing himself into her.
"Mmmm. You're pretty tight for already being - how did
Ralph put it - boffed? Or, what was the other term he
used, poked? I prefer just good old screwed, don't
you?"
As Ben's hard-on slowly slid in and out of her vagina,
Helen's tears gradually subsided. It was as if the
prelude to the act was worse than the act itself. She
just laid there, obviously not enjoying herself, but
not overly distressed either.
Ben wet a finger with his mouth and pressed it to her
asshole, making her gasp. As he pushed and pulled his
dick in and out of her cunt, he smeared his saliva over
her wrinkled anus.
"No," Helen said, propping herself up on her elbows. "I
don't do it that way."
Ben slipped is hard-on out of Helen's cunt and pressed
its big, spongy head against her saliva coated asshole.
"You do if you want those P.O.s signed," he said,
smiling to himself.
He pushed forward a bit, flaring her rectum slightly.
Helen gasped again. Looking back over her shoulder she
pleaded with her eyes, saying, "...pussy and mouth
only, and I'll give you the order at a 20% discount,
free shipping, a new display, and a case of samples."
Then, closing her eyes and licking her lips nervously,
she added in a soft voice, "I'll even swallow."
"Of course you will," Ben chuckled. "But no deal."
He pushed forward again, forcing her sphincter to
dilate further. Groaning, Helen made a face that
looked like she had just swallowed a golf ball.
"You said you wanted what Ralph got," she whimpered.
"He didn't..."
Gasping loudly, Helen let out a little squeal as
another inch of Ben's thick, swollen penis grudging
slid into her clenching anus.
"I said I wanted AT LEAST what he got," Ben reminded
her. "My order is twice the size of his. You're getting
the P.O.s, but you're getting it in the butt, first.
Okay?"
Helen nodded in agreement and hung her head in shame,
saying softly, "Okay, but go slow. It hurts."
Ben grinned. He knew more tears were on they're way.
Feigning compassion he asked, "Do have any Vaseline in
your purse?"
Shaking her head, Helen braced herself for what she
knew was to come.
"I'll be all right," she said, taking a deep breath.
"Just go slow."
"How's this?" Ben asked, pulling slowly out an inch or
so and then refilling her trembling ass twice as full
as before.
Helen didn't answer. Instead, she buried her face in
her elbow and started sobbing again. Ben smiled
broadly. The only sound he would have found sweeter was
to hear her squeal again like she had earlier. And, he
was determined to hear it.
Leaning on the desk for support, he pulled almost
completely out. Then, pretending to slip, he lunged
into her quivering, quaking, butt, burying his dick to
the hilt in her little, tight, gripping asshole. He
wasn't disappointed. His reward was a deep, guttural
groan followed by a squeal more than double in volume
than before.
To his surprise, Helen didn't protest. But it wouldn't
have mattered if she had. He was out of control. He
couldn't have stopped now even if it were his own
mother he was sodomising.
Viciously, he stabbed into her again and again, yanking
out and ramming in, over and over. As her colon was
repeatedly emptied and filled, emptied and filled,
Helen grunted and groaned. Her sniffling got louder,
but she didn't complain or resist. It seemed to Ben
that she had known, from the moment he had smeared his
saliva on her anus, that this is what she was in for.
And that she had accepted her fate.
In an attempt to regain control of himself, Ben told
himself to slow down. If he didn't slow his pace he
would ejaculate too soon -- too soon for his liking. He
wanted this to last as long as possible.
But, as he pushed himself off of the desk and back into
an upright position, his angle of attack changed.
Suddenly, Helen's arms shot out to either side and she
let out a long, low, agonized, half-stifled scream.
Almost if they had a mind of their own, Ben's hips
began jerking back and forth. It was only going to be a
matter of seconds now, and he knew it.
"Get ready," he groaned. "As soon as I pull out, turn
around and give me your mouth."
"No," Helen whined. "Not in the mouth."
"I don't have a private bathroom, like Ralph, for you
to clean up," Ben panted. "If you don't want to walk
out of her covered in cum, you better..."
He pulled his dick out of her ass and staggered back.
Looking back at him over her shoulder, the expression
on Helen's face quickly changed from revulsion to panic
as she saw the crazed look in Ben's eyes. His fingers
tangled in her hair, and he dragged her to her knees in
front of him.
Frantically, Helen opened her mouth just as the first
blast of hot semen shot from his dick, striking her on
her upper lip. With a quick flick of her tongue she
licked it up just before it dripped onto her clothing.
The next blast struck her on the tongue, making her
grimace with disgust. Tugging Helen's head forward,
Ben shoved her face into his groin and his dick deep
into her mouth. For the next several seconds, he pumped
his sticky load directly into and down her throat.
When he finally released her, Ben fell backward into
his desk chair. As he sat there catching his breath, he
watched in amusement as Helen hurriedly dressed and
fixed her makeup, transforming herself back into a prim
and proper business woman. Pressing the button on the
intercom, he said as calmly as he could, "You can
release those P.O.s now, Dan."
Not a word was said between them as Ben pulled up his
pants, and Helen stuffed her paperwork into her
briefcase. As he escorted her to the door, Ben decided
to gamble and push his luck a little further. In a very
business-like tone he said, "Next week we'll go to a
motel."
Helen stopped in her tracks and gave him an icy stare.
"I told you. I don't do business like that," she
stated, firmly.
"You do if you want to keep this account," Ben replied,
just as firmly. "There are plenty of other distributors
in this town."
For nearly a minute they stood there with their eyes
locked. Each of them motionless as they attempted to
stare down the other. Eventually, Helen blinked and
Ben's heart skipped a beat. The look on her face told
the whole story. He had won.
Grinning from ear to ear, he chuckled and gently patted
her on the butt, telling her, "You might want to bring
some Vaseline."
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
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