The Deal

This is stupid. She thought. Mary clenched her fists as she sat outside a private office on a well-worn bench. Her green cotton dress remained slight over her thick thighs, only a few inches from exposing her virgin sex.

“Miss Blue Meadow? Mr. Jacobs will see you now.” A receptionist chirped. Mary took a deep breath, and stood, trying to ignore the stiff fabric of pressed panties riding into her cracks.

As she entered the office, she paused slightly. Mr. Aaron Jacobs was an attractive man, with thick honey gold hair, green/blue eyes, and a large muscular build. He had light freckles on the bridge of his nose, and an intense glare, making Mary trembled a bit in mild fear/arousal.

“Miss Blue Meadow. I checked your resume, and I must say I’m not impressed.” Mr. Jacobs growled. Mary bowed her head in shame.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of experience, I normally have a small sum to pay rent and food, but now… I’m in desperate need of the money. I don’t care if I have to work as a late night janitor, anything would help even the slightest.” She replied. Mr. Jacobs hummed.

“How did you make your money normally?” he asked. Mary looked up a bit. She kept her eyes level with his own.

“I would write pornographic stories to whoever would buy them. It wasn’t much, but it was something. However, I don’t want to write porn anymore, so my income is gone.” Mary kept her voice soft and quiet. Mr. Jacobs looked down at her resume.

“You graduated your University with slightly above average scores, majoring in creative writing. You live in a low income housing unit, and don’t even own either a car, bike, or even a credit card. Explain why you would be perfect with this job.” He stated. Mary worried her lip.

“I wanted to prove I can write more than just porn. I also wanted to evolve from some low level homebody to someone worth knowing.” Mr. Jacobs just stared at the girl; boredom rich in his eyes. Mary felt her pulse quicken with trepidation and weak lust.

“Miss Blue Meadow, I have no need for a writer on my payroll.” Mary bowed her head. She knew she didn’t get the job.

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Aaron Jacobs looked at the morose girl in front of him. He took in her appearance. She was short, her body plump and soft. Her hair was a rich mocha, her cheeks lightly pink on pale tea colored skin. In her modest yet short dress; her plump, thick thighs exposed a few miniature dimples that hint at being on her round, chubby bottom. Her breasts were tender looking and looked to be nicely filled, enough to fit in his large hands. He didn’t care she was a bit on the thick side, she looked to be just perfect for him. He frowned to himself, an idea sparking in his mind.

“Miss Blue Meadow. I won’t hire you to be a writer for my company. But I have a solution. It may benefit both of us. Join me for lunch?” he asked. The chubby girl looked at him queerly.

“…sure.” She said. Aaron smiled and stood from his desk.

“I know a diner nearby that serves some excellent and filling food. Come join me.” Paging his receptionist, Aaron closed his office for a few hours and went on his way, Miss Blue Meadow attentively following.

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At the diner, Aaron sat in a secluded booth near the back, facing the doorway. Miss Blue Meadow sat across from him, nervous.

“Order whatever you want. I’ll pay for it.” Aaron chuckled silently as the flustered girl quietly ordered a chicken caser sandwich with a glass of diet vanilla cola. He ordered a chicken steak with chef salad and a nice tall glass of rich beer. They ate in silence. As the meal was consumed, Mr. Jacobs took a sip of his beer. Mary shyly licked her fingers clean of the sandwich dressing.

“That was delicious. Thank you, Mr. Jacobs.” Mary praised, giving him a shy smile, which went straight to his loins. Aaron smiled back. He finished the last crumb of his own meal and sipped on his rich beer.

“Now then, Miss Blue Meadow. I have a proposition for you. As my company grows in business power, I began to develop immense stress. I, however, have very little time at home and in the office to relieve that stress. This is where you come in.” Aaron kept his focus on the girl as she digested his words. He took another sip of beer.

“What exactly do you want me to do?” she asked.

“You will become my plaything. My personal stress reliever. I will set hours for you to come in, and you will be paid.” Mary balked.

“You want me to be…a personal whore? For you?” she stammered. Aaron chuckled once more.

“Not exactly. We don’t have to have penetrative sex, but I will be… enjoying your body whenever I demand. I will ask of you for oral, but for true sex, I will let you decide.” Aaron finished his beer and folded his hands, looking at the flustered girl.

“Is this kind of like a ‘Fifty Shades’ thing?” she asked. Aaron grinned.

“In a way, but it’s more of a job than a relationship. There is one condition, though.”

“What is it?” Mary asked.

“No more lovers. Any boyfriend or girlfriend will have to be separated.” Mary bowed her head again.

“I’m single. To be honest, I’ve never really dated anyone. Was always ashamed for being a porn writer, so never formed a connection.” She admitted.

“Then that makes it all the easier. Come back with to the office, we’ll discuss this in more depth.” Placing a small sum of money on the table, Mr. Jacobs then lead Mary back to the business.

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Mary finished reading her contract, only crossing off a few details. Mr. Jacobs watched her, no longer sitting at his desk, but lounging comfortably on a nearby sofa, his long legs crossed as he watched the woman sign away her fornicating rights.

“Any questions?” Mr. Jacobs asked. Mary blushed.

“I can quit anytime, correct? And I can say no at any time?” she asked. Mr. Jacobs nodded.

“Yes. There will be a penalty, but it will reasonable.” Nodding, Mary then signed the contract.

“Is there anything I need to do? You know, before we start?” she asked. Mr. Jacobs motioned for the girl to come over to him. Obeying, Mary sat next to Mr. Jacobs and yelped slightly as the larger and stronger man quickly pulled her over his lap.

“We’re going to start now?” she squeaked. Mr. Jacobs’ large hand ran over her pillow-like thighs, gently lifted the hem of her cotton dress over her lush rear, exposing seamless panties. Mr. Jacobs then cupped one of her cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh. Without warning, he raised his hand and smacked her hard, watching the soft flesh bounce. Mary yelped.

“Sir?” she questioned.

“It’s fine, just examining what I will be handling.” He went back to his ministrations on her ass, peppering her rear end with lighter swats, switching back and forth from his groping to the spanking. He was enjoying watching her pale ass pinken up.

Mary trembled, a pleasurable searing heat pooling in her loins. She squirmed in the man’s lap, trying to ease a bit of the heat. Mr. Jacobs paused his groping. He then slipped his hand down and tugged her panties below her thighs, exposing her now hot, glistening sex. He then traced his finger on the flushed pink outer lips, coating the digit with her secretions. He then slipped his thick finger inside, making the plump girl whimper with lust as his finger pumped in and out of her clean quim, making her gasp and mewl as he worked his fingers in her.

“Mr. Jacobs…please, no one has ever…” she trailed. Mr. Jacobs stopped.

“You’ve never been touched here? Ever?” he asked, rubbing his thick thumb over her hyper-sensitive clit.

“Just myself… and a toy every now and then.” Mary then yelped again as Mr. Jacobs stood abruptly, making her fall onto the floor. He then gently picked her up and placed her on his desk, which was surprisingly bare of papers and pens. Her dress was still bunched around her soft stomach, her panties slipping off her thighs and onto her ankles. Mr. Jacobs then lifted her blushing face, tipping it up towards his own gaze.

“I did say that if you want penetrative sex, you are in control. So, Miss Blue Meadow. What do you want to do now?” he asked. Mary took a deep breath.

“I’m not ready for that yet. But…” she trailed off. Mr. Jacobs then kneeled down near Mary’s groin, inching closer. Mary shuddered as she felt his heated breath on her lower lips.

“You wouldn’t mind other things in there, correct?” he asked, inhaling her sweet scent. Mary said nothing but did part her legs as she raised them to form an erotic M. She laid back, resting on her elbows as Mr. Jacobs darted out his tongue to taste her nectar. Mary gasped, bringing one of her dexterous fists to her mouth, biting her knuckles. She could feel Mr. Jacobs own thin lips turn upward against her orifice. She fought to keep in her lusty cries as Mr. Jacobs traced archaic symbols with his tongue into and around her virgin passage.

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Aaron inhaled Miss Blue Meadow’s musky/sweet scent as he patiently devoured her love juices. He gently sucked on her hardened clitoris, making her mewl quietly. SHe made the sweetest sounds as he tormented her.

“Shh…let it out. No one will hear you, but me.” He whispered into her tight little quim. Aaron then backed off by an inch, and slipped his thick fingers into her passage, caressing her silky walls. He scissored his fingers, spreading her slick quim part slightly, revealing her pinkness. Miss Blue Meadow let out a cry as her body tensed, and a rich, silky slick fluid burst from her womb entrance. Aaron sucked the nectar from her body, cleaning the soft bush of hair of its spent juice. He lifted his head and stood. Miss Blue Meadow remained on his desk, wrung out happily of her first orally given orgasm.

“You came very quickly,” Aaron said, running a slightly sticky hand over her plush thighs, tracing swirls into her pubic mound. Miss Blue Meadow raised her head to look at me, her cheeks red with an erotic blush.

“I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin.” She whispered. Aaron felt a shot of energy shoot up his spine at the comment. He eased the now shaking girl up on her feet. Miss Blue Meadow then went to retrieve her panties from the floor, But Aaron stopped her.

“Miss Blue Meadow. The contract I made you sign earlier was simply for our employment records. I will give you a list of rules you have to follow, and certain routines to follow as well. We will work on the rules tomorrow, but this is my first rule: no more panties. You come in without underwear and in a loose dress or skirt of moderate length.” Aaron stated. Miss Blue Meadow nodded and tucked her legs closer to her body as he noticed her thighs trembling. His intuition telling him it was not in fear.

“One more thing, Miss Blue Meadow.” He said. The woman peered up at him, her head just barely brushing to his shoulders.

“Yes, sir?” she asked. Aaron smiled, his face both predatory and gentle at the same time.

“Bring your laptop tomorrow. I have a few things I need you to look over.” Miss Blue Meadow nodded. Aaron leaned back on his desk, bending just slightly to pick up the still damp panties from the floor. He gave the woman a soft and lewd smile and tucked the fabric into an inner pocket of his jacket. The dark haired woman blushed at his trophy.

“You may go. Be here tomorrow at 8:30. No later than 9.”

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Mary stood at the bus station on shaky legs, a hot blush on her cheeks and fighting not to shudder as her bare buttocks were outlined by her dress. She felt that everyone knew she was wearing no panties. As the bus rolled up with a hiss of its breaks, Mary stepped on the vehicle, taking note that the man behind her must have caught a look of her bare, nude bottom under her dress. She sat near the back, keeping her legs tightly closed. Her stomach was filling with molten heat at the thought of her new “job.” She is going to like this.