Making My Sales Quota

I am 43 years old and have been married to my current husband since I was 28. I have 2 boys ages 23 and 19 from a previous marriage. Just to paint an accurate picture, I am 5'2" tall and weigh 140 pounds- not fat really but not skinny. I still wear a two piece swimsuit on vacation and I look great in jeans. I am a brunette and yes, I color it a bit now. My hair is generally worn straight and it goes just past my shoulders but I will wear it up or in a pony on occasion. My eyes are brown. I am Italian but more fair skinned than you might think. I have D cup boobs (which usually get me into these kinds of situations) but two kids and gravity have had an effect. I had liposuction done 8 years ago. I have a flat tummy and good shaped thighs and butt – although I have added about 20 or so pounds since. I still need to work on that.

I work full time in an office and my husband is in sales with a good income and lots of travel. I go with him whenever I can get off work and when he goes someplace good. He goes on fishing and hunting trips with his friends a few times a year. I go to Mexico or Florida with friends when I can to shop and relax.

About six months ago, I received a promotion at work and was given an opportunity in our sales department. It was a commission position but I received my normal salary as I trained but the company subtracts fixed salary from later commissions. I felt that I could be a good salesperson but I struggled with the technical part of the job and had trouble closing any deals. Now six months later, my boss is dropping comments and getting increasingly unfriendly. Until this story took place, I was getting pretty anxious about closing a big sale so I could show him I was able to do this job.

Two weeks ago, I finally got an appointment with the purchasing manager of a large company in town where we met for lunch for my presentation. His name was Frank and he was friendly looking man, about 55. He was a big man in average shape with a full head of brown hair, somewhat graying. He had blue eyes and a warm friendly smile and demeanor.

We had a nice lunch and shared the normal stories for a first business meeting. He was married with 3 kids and lived only a few miles from me. We discovered we had some similar interests in travel, movies, and music.

After lunch, we returned to his office where I made my presentation and a somewhat desperate pitch to sell my wares. He seemed genuinely interested and watched my presentation attentively. After nearly an hour I was feeling good but he finally said that he had meetings set up with two other salesmen and would need to compare features and costs. He asked my bottom line price for 50 units and I gave it to him.

Frank promised to call me back with his decision. I had heard all of that before and knew full well that I had just wasted a lunch and an hour of my time, again. I knew I was going to have to find a new job after this meeting. My boss was not going to stand for more excuses. My husband was not going to be happy. He has a good job but we rely on both incomes to maintain our lifestyle and my shopping. Something was going to have to give, very soon.

To my surprise, Frank called me the very next day and asked for another appointment. But he said he would buy dinner and we should meet that night downtown.

Of course I agreed. I called my husband with the news and agreed because he knew my job was dangerously close to ending. He was working out of town all week so I did not have to deal with any of his plans that night.

I will admit right here that I dressed as sexy as I could while still maintaining business attire. I know men, all men, no matter how polite and professional they appear, can be charmed by the right sexy outfit. I meant to flirt a little and still do my best at selling the technical aspects of my company's product. I wore a knee length evening dress with some cleavage showing but not a lot. I wore a push up bra and high heels. I used a little more makeup than usual but wanted to look my best. I was going to close this deal somehow.

I arrived at the restaurant in full control of myself and prepared to run this meeting and close the deal. I studied the material again and practiced my pitch in the car. The hostess took me to his table where he got up and greeted me as a perfect gentleman. We sat and he ordered a bottle of expensive wine. I know he checked me out as I approached but still maintained his manners and looked me in the eyes across the table as we talked. Most men get distracted by cleavage but not Frank. We finished the bottle and he ordered another before I could object. We chatted more about our personal lives and continued to find common interests. Wine has the effect of making people chattier and less inhibited. I was very tipsy as dinner arrived and we finally got to talk about business. After a few bites, and before I could even start my final sales pitch, he said he was ready to make a purchase and he would pay my price and take 50 units, just like that.

That meant a $500,000 sale with a 5% commission to me. I would get $25,000 with half going to pay off my previous draw (salary) and the remaining amount to me. I was finally going to close a deal. He toasted me and we both downed our full glasses. I was so excited.

Then he said, "One more thing Tina. You did not have the lowest price. I will need additional value from you to justify this purchase. If I am going to make this purchase, I need a little more incentive."

Of course I said, "Sure, just name it. I will see what I can do." I was thinking baseball tickets, future discounts, or an extended warranty which I was authorized to give.

He looked right in my eyes and said, "OK, Let's get a hotel room."

I think my mouth fell open and I could only stare. It seemed like several minutes passed as I contemplated his request. It was so uncharacteristic of him based on all of his manners. I stuttered and stammered a bit as I considered it. I was elated just a moment ago with the news of the agreement but was now facing a huge condition. I needed the sale but could I do this?

He said, "Do you want the deal or not?"

I took a while responding but finally nodded yes. I reminded him we were both married and his was not a good idea though.

He replied, "I can still buy from another vendor."

I quickly said, "No, no. I will go with you. I need this deal."

He replied, "I know you do. I could tell."

We arrived at the room and he led me in, holding my hand. He said as he set down his business brief case, "By the way, you are an attractive woman. I like your curves."

Finally I thought, he acknowledged that he was attracted to me. I though he was not normal, being so business like and so polite. I was pretty drunk by that point and not feeling as guilty as I probably should have. He was not the best looking man but he was big, at least 6'4" and 230 pounds. I have always been attracted to big men.

He took off his jacket and sat down on the sofa. I was about to sit with him but he said sharply, "Remain standing." I stood there in front of him as he said that looked up and down the length of my body with an evil grin. I found something exciting in his sudden dominant stance.

"Take off your dress," he said firmly.

A little reluctantly I reached behind and lowered my zipper. I slipped the straps off my shoulders and slid my dress down as he watched. It dropped to the floor and I stood there in my black Victoria's Secret pushup, a black thong and black heels.

He just stared for a few minutes and then said, "now your bra."

I was slow to move because I was about to cross the line of no return. Once I took off my bra, I knew I was in entering very inappropriate territory. There would be no turning back. After a fleeting feeling of guilt, I reached behind again and unsnapped my bra. I slid the straps off my shoulders and down my arms as it dropped to the floor. My breasts fell out of the cups and hung there, exposed for this strange man to see.

"Do you like them?" I asked.

He just nodded and said, "now the thong."

I slid my thong down over my hips slowly and dropped it to the floor. I stepped out of it slowly made one step toward him.

He stared at my naked body. My boobs are full but they hang quite a bit. They are soft, the way my husband likes them. I shave down below and noticed that his eyes were riveted there.

"Now the shoes," he said and I quickly complied. He continued staring as he got up and stepped toward me for a kiss. He leaned down and kissed my full on the lips and put his arms around me. He never grabbed my boobs or did anything lewd. I was quite surprised. I wondered if he would be boring in bed. He was not very touchy feely.

After a long kiss, he stepped back and told me to lie on the bed.

Here we go, I thought to myself. I walked over and rolled on to my back in the middle of the bed. I thought to myself that this would be over quickly and I could go home. He stepped over to the foot of the bed and continued to stare. He was still fully dressed and I was completely nude. It was uncomfortable but exciting and sexy at the same time.

"Spread your legs," he demanded. I parted them so he could peek at my shaved vagina. "Wider," he barked. I spread my legs as wide as I could with my knees up so he could get a full view of my private area. He stepped closer and just stared. It was a bit weird but different than anything I ever did in my own bed at home.

"Very nice", he said as he reached down and picked up his case and threw it on the bed next to me. "Just stay that way," he commanded. I liked his forceful tone but I did not know where this was leading. He opened his case and pulled out two lengths of rope. He surprised me by jumping on to my chest and quickly tied each of my wrists to the headboard at each corner. I was struggling and he told me to settle down and not to scream. He assured me this is how he likes sex and I would not be hurt. When he finished my wrists, he got off and pulled me toward the foot of the bed by my ankles until the ropes were very tight. He then tied each ankle to something at each corner of the bed and then stood back to stare again. There I was completely nude and spread wide, tied to the bed with a man I barely knew. I knew I was going be used for sex but I was nervous about what else he might to.

At that point he got on the bed and grabbed my boobs. He felt them, squeezed them, fondled them, and pinched them. He was very rough but it was sexy. I liked it but I was still scared.

"Are you afraid?" He asked. I said yes. He then said he would not hurt me and that he was a dominant partner but that his wife was not interested in his fetish. As I lay there, he felt by body, licked me, sucked on me, and even bit me. I must admit, I liked it and felt better that he said he would not hurt me. At that point, he took off his clothes, exposing a fair body, with some belly and quite a lot of body hair. That was not my thing but he had a rather large penis that was very hard. I thought it was too big for me and wondered how that was going to work. I knew I was going to have sex, whether I wanted it or not.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

I said no because it was too big.

"Too bad," he said. "That's the wrong answer." He pulled a leather strap out of his case and smacked me across my belly. It hurt but was a muffled hurt. The sound was worse than the pain. He smacked me again, closer to my boobs. The third blow was across both boobs. I begged him to stop as he smacked me 3 more times.

"Do you want me now?" He asked.

Of course I said yes—quickly. He then smacked my right on the vagina three times as I heard a loud crack of the leather across my skin.

He smiled that evil smile again and said, "Do you now understand that it is better to give me what I want?"

I agreed quickly.

He came over to the bed and kneeled with his knees on either side of my head, hanging his big penis and hairy testicles right over my face. He did not have to ask. I opened my mouth as he lowered his balls into my mouth and I sucked. I sucked and licked as best I could. I knew what I had to do then. Soon he rose up and put his penis in my mouth. I again sucked and licked as I knew how to do. He started a slow rhythmic pump into my mouth as he held my head with his large hands. I am not afraid of doing this but it is not something I do very often with my husband. But lying here, tied to bed made it feel sexy, dirty, exciting. I actually liked it. I was enjoying this man's penis in my mouth, rather than just doing out of duty. I wanted him now. I wanted to please him. I actually wanted him to orgasm.

Each time he pushed too far and I gagged, he backed off quickly as I recovered. He then continued for 10, 20, maybe 30 minutes. He did not say much but kept the slow pump going as I sensed his breathing getting heavier. I also noticed he was getting harder. I knew he was close. With a loud grunt, he exploded in my mouth. He tasted gross and he was particularly slimy and gooey. But he kept cumming and I just swallowed what he pumped out. After he finished he told me to keep sucking and get every drop.

I did as he told me. I never did that for my husband but it seemed right with this man...because he demanded it I guess. It had been almost 2 years since I tasted that taste, and that time was not my husband either. It was awful but nasty fun at the same time.

He rolled off of me and said, "My wife will not do that either. I am glad you do."

Like I had a choice...I thought to myself. He got up and got a drink of water. He poured water into my mouth and on my face from a water glass. I appreciated any water all. He then got out a camera and began taking pictures. He told me that they will come in handy for future use as our relationship grows. I realized then that this was not a single occurrence and that we would be doing this again. I was scared and nervous again as the flash kept going. I came to this meeting tonight in total control (I thought) but now realized, I never had control. He had me fooled from the first minute. He held all the cards.

He put the camera down and began to fondle me again. "You know I am going to fuck you, right? He asked.

I said yes and that I wanted him to.

"Good" he said, "You are learning. Beg me for it."

I was embarrassed. I said, "Please do me."

He laughed and got out his strap again and slapped my breasts. "Make me believe you." He said.

"Give it to me," I said and he slapped me again across my breasts. I screamed, "Fuck me—please fuck me." He smiled at me and threw down the strap. I saw how hard he was and realized that his fetish of beating me excited him. Each man I have ever known had some kind of fetish whether he admitted it or not. While this one hurt a bit, it was very exciting. I am a bit submissive and it is hard to find a man that knows what to do with that.

He loosened the ropes on my ankles and told me to pull my knees up. He climbed on me and pushed his large penis into my vagina. I was very wet from all of the dirty play so he slid in easily but his size did hurt a bit. He put his hands on my breasts and squeezed hard as he pumped into me with great strength. He held on tight as he fucked me. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I enjoyed being raped as my wrists were tied tight.

I was his. He knew it and I knew it. I was his possession, his slut, his whore. I gave myself to him but at the same time, he was taking full advantage of me. And I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted more. He was good. He lasted a long time. He went more than 30 minutes—maybe 45 before he grunted again and exploded inside me. He did not use a condom. He did not even ask. He just raped me and took his pleasure. My opinion did not matter.

He climbed off me and loosened my ropes. I was not ready to move yet. Even though I was untied, I laid there with my legs spread and arms above my head. My muscles hurt and it was easier to lie that way than turn over. It was after midnight and he had to go home to his wife - to his wife that would not play his games or give him oral sex. But it was his wife and he was going to her. I decided to sleep in the room that night and go home in the morning. I laid awake in bed for at least another hour as I dreamed about the man that just took complete control over me. I went to sleep wondering what our next meeting would bring.