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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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 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