by R. R. Banks
I grinned, walking over to a couch and having a seat at the end as he stood up in the center of the room. I started to analyze him more closely, trying to pinpoint who this man was and what he was about. I started feeling that he wasn’t the rig foreman. He looked sure of himself, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. His khakis were neatly pressed and his shoes while worn, looked incredibly expensive. His shirt was a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, didn’t look very impressive. “Well I can start swearing a bit if it will make you feel more comfortable,” I stated, trying to charm him a bit. “I’d hate for you to feel out of sorts.”
“Oh no, you’re fine,” he responded, pulling his hands out of his pockets and motioning at her that it was not a problem. He was incredibly relaxed, which was starting to unnerve me a bit. “How was your drive from Dubai? The roads here in the U.A.E. are not exactly spectacular. For all the oil money that is flowing through the veins of this country, it doesn’t tend to end up in the country’s infrastructure outside of the big cities.”
“Clearly,” I acknowledged sarcastically, pointing to my shoulder and hip. “The bumpy roads gave me the worst massage I think I’ve ever had.”
He laughed at my misfortune. “Well, fortunately you didn’t have to pay for it,” he quipped playfully, working with my banter a bit and unwinding. I felt like he was starting to get comfortable with me. Fortunately, one of the biggest things I learned in negotiating is to keep your opposition comfortable, because when they’re comfortable, they’re more likely to give in to stay comfortable. “I always try to take a helicopter from the port or from another one of my family’s sites to get to this location,” he continued, tipping me that I was speaking to one of the owners of the company. “The roads here, no matter which direction you come from, are just awful. It’s as if the United Arab Emirates is trying to keep their citizens in the country by deterring them with poor travel conditions.”
“Ha!” I laughed, still working to charm him, though with a hint of legitimacy. He was incredibly charming, relating to me while I sat on the couch in front of him. Gregorio Bonnucci was the son of Geovani Bonnucci, the wealthiest oil tycoon in Italy. The family controlled vast amounts of oil fields and possessed a great deal of influence.
Alexis, you and I have dealt with this family a few different times, though never in a face to face encounter. We’ve always dealt with their intermediaries and have always been remotely successful. While I knew that they owned and ran this field, I was definitely not expecting one of the owners to meet me personally at the field. For the first time in a long while, I got somewhat nervous. I honestly felt like I wasn’t in control for the first time in my career.
“So Mr. Bonnucci, why have you requested a meeting with us?” I asked, prying for information while trying to look relaxed, sitting back on the couch and leaning against the corner with my arm draped over the side. He walked up to me and sat on the other side of the couch, turning his body sideways placing his back against the arm of the couch and placing his left arm on the top of it.
He smiled softly as he got comfortable, adjusting his hips a bit as he slid around. “Ms. Burchfield, I understand that your company is very influential, powerful, and wealthy. We have relationships in most of the countries that we have fields and you all are very good to us in a sense that you pay us on time and pick up your product expediently. I wanted to talk to a negotiator because I feel like our relationship is incredibly jagged and not as fruitful as it could be,” he explained, talking softly while gesturing with his right hand while leaving his left firmly on the back of the couch.
“Please, call me Hannah,” I asked politely, hating to hear people call me by my last name. “My mother is Ms. Burchfield. I’m just Hannah,” I said playfully, smiling while delivering the message with sincerity, though with a sense of immaturity.
“Fine, Hannah,” he laughed, “Please, call me Gregorio then.”
“Ok, Gregorio,” I replied, turning my body to face him, placing my back against the inside arm of the couch and tilting my body toward the back cushions. “What do you feel we can do to make our relationship more fruitful?” I asked, knowing that I needed to understand what my reason for being out there was. I had given up on my pursuit for acquiring new products now and shifted my focus to making sure I could maintain our current relationships.
He smiled, leaning back a bit more while composing himself, thinking about his answer and the phrasing he needed to deliver it. I could tell we were both very aggressive in our negotiations typically, furthermore by watching his body language and facial expressions, I deduced we were both posturing for position in our discussion. “There is a lot of money flowing from this portion of the region. While our relationships in the past were devoted to, as one of your negotiators told us before, stop gaps in production, we feel that we are able to produce enough to actually become a much larger producer for you all. We feel that, given the right arrangement, we could deepen both of our pockets and create a relationship based on making each other richer than ever,” he explained, pointing out how he and his company were starting to think a bit more globally.
“Oh, so you want to expand our relationship?” I asked, trying to see what he was hinting at while not being abrasively rude.
“I think that would be amazing,” he answered. “We haven’t spoken to any other companies yet because we really understand that you are one of the best in your field. We want to work with your company.”
“Oh,” I said with a hint of surprise. “We have a few openings in our inventory. Perhaps you could give me a few minutes to see what I can make happen?” I asked, surprised that he wanted to expand our relationship. When I came out here, I really thought our relationship had soured, not the other way around. I started thinking frantically, going through our inventories in my mind about what orders I knew we could fill with their product, though I really didn’t know the volume they were seriously considering offloading on us.
I hammered home my points, playing on their need for us to be in a cooperative relationship with one another and how we must help one another in order to achieve the goals that we need for both of us to succeed. We kept talking for the next hour about logistics, discussing the quantity in terms of barrels, boat loads, and even complete ownership of the product produced from certain fields. It was an incredible conversation that I was not expecting to have. I went in there with the feeling that I would have to be an absolute bitch, but instead, I was able to really talk about products and how we would move them. This was incredibly beneficial for all of us and a huge boost for me.
Alexis, my confidence was sky high. I honestly felt unstoppable as we ironed out the finer points of our deals. While this wasn’t the biggest deal I had ever negotiated, the fact that I was able to throw in everyone from the consortium made it even better. There was no amount that his company could produce that the consortium couldn’t offload. For me, personally, this was great. Once we had everything finished, I stood up from the couch and started walking around, noticing that I was sweating a bit. “Do you mind if I take this vest off?” I asked, trying to be polite, even though I was going to do it anyway. He shook his head as I pulled the vest off, still showing off my cleavage from the unbuttoned portion of my blouse.
Gregorio looked at me differently now as I placed my vest on one of the chairs. “Are you alright?” he asked, looking at me as I placed my hands over my head and stretched my arms out, accidentally poking my chest out more.
“Yeah, I’m just a bit stiff from that car ride,” I answered as I rubbed my shoulders. “Everything is just a bit more sore than normal after that road trip.”
He chuckled. “I completely understand,” he replied. “Would you like for me to call our physical therapist we keep on staff? Maybe she can work out any of those sore spots?”
“Is she a massage therapist?” I asked playfully. “I don’t think a physical therapist can really help what I’ve got going on. It’s just in my muscles.”
/> “Well, what’s sore?” he asked as he stood up from the couch and stepped toward me as I pointed at my shoulders, turning around as he placed his hands on them, pushing his thumbs into my muscles firmly. His hands were incredibly gifted as he caressed my shoulders. I tilted my head up and looked at the dark ceiling of the trailer, enjoying every second that his hands were on me. “Is that good?” he asked, still rubbing the same spots. “Very.” I said, stepping forward to place my hands on a table, slouching over a bit letting him go a little lower. His hands started working down my back, spending a great deal of time in each square inch. I looked forward, feeling his fingers work magically as I bit my bottom lip. He worked the muscles in my neck and lower back simultaneously, staying on them for a few minutes before moving his hands back to my shoulders rubbing them again before working down my upper arms to rub my biceps.
“Please don’t stop,” I requested, moaning slightly again his hands began moving progressively down to the small of my back to work the muscles there. I gripped the table tightly as he pushed his hands into the muscles above my waist. I bit my bottom lip as perverse thoughts started to go through my head. Acting on impulse, I turned around and made my move. Placing my arms around his neck, I pulled him to me as I kissed him. He opened his mouth and I started to suck on his bottom lip, nibbling on it while we kissed. After a few moments, we started walking toward the couch.
With him sitting on the center cushion, I placed both of my legs on the outside of his, straddling him with my breasts against his solid chest. We continued to kiss passionately as our tongues started to stroke each other. He placed his fingers on my thighs, working them slightly like he worked the muscles in my back, it felt amazing. My muscles tensed up just enough that I could feel every push from his fingertips. I could tell that Gregorio was an aggressive, dominant man, and to be honest with you, I was incredibly ok with it.
“Wait a second,” interrupted Alexis, trying to piece together where they were at in the story with the facts that she knew about her best friend. “First off, you’re never ok with a dominant man. Second, this all started with him giving you a friendly massage to work out some of the muscles that were aching after your travels? I’m sorry, but I’m having a hard time believing both of those.”
Hannah smirked. “Alexis, sometimes I enjoy not being in control. While yes, I possess an incredibly dominant personality, I also understand that it is in my best interest to occasionally let someone else be in control. Even after my confidence was the highest it has been in ages, I felt this was one of those occasions that would best serve me if I did happen to let go,” she explained calmly, almost in a condescending tone. “And as for your second point, you can think whatever you want to think. It may or may not have started that way, but you, Alexis, will never know if I’m lying or not. Now may I continue with the juicy details?”
Alexis scoffed with her mouth open as she looked across the table at her friend giving her a smut filled story. “Fine, please continue,” requested Alexis, accepting that Hannah never had to tell her what the real reason for their encounter was.
Now, before I was so rudely interrupted. I was still straddling his waist, letting him caress my thighs. His hands worked up to my ass, caressing it firmly as I started to rub my hands across his well-defined shoulders and chest. I started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. His chest was very well-defined with tight pectoral muscles and chiseled abs. He looked as if he stepped off a runway and just so happened to end up in this trailer with me. I started caressing his chest, running my nails lightly over his tight, dark nipples. He groaned, when I took one of the little buds between my fingers to give it a slight squeeze. With a low growl, he firmly grabbed my ass, pulling me toward him.
Gregorio moved his hands around to my stomach and started unbuttoning my blouse. Still kissing me the whole time as I started to grind my hips into his. It didn’t take long, but once he adjusted his pants a little bit, I could feel the rock-hard glory nestled comfortably between his legs. It felt impressive, while I had yet to personally look at his cock, it felt as if it would do a very good job. Our mouths released as he finished unbuttoning my blouse, immediately pulling it off my chest and tossing it the side. He didn’t waste any more time reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra. Once released, my boobs dropped a bit, falling into his face like a child turning the knob on a jack in the box. With a cocky grin, he ran the very tip of his tongue teasingly around my right nipple before pulling it into his hot mouth.
I moaned, feeling every flick of his gifted tongue as it caused shivers to travel down my spine. His mouth felt amazing against my breast as I wrapped my hands around his head. I ran my fingers through his dark hair as he moved over to my other breast, licking that nipple and slightly nipping at it with his teeth. I moaned as the sharp nipping increased. I grasped his hair in ecstasy as he continued to make my spine tingle. Honestly, I have never had a man do to my breasts what Gregorio could do. The attention he spent with his tongue was second to no one and after a few more minutes, I was ready to take control and dominate him, though honestly, he beat me to it.
He placed his hands underneath my hips and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his midsection as his mouth was still attached to my nipples, licking them furiously before setting me down on the couch. He took his mouth off my breast and stood in front of me as I gazed up at him in amazement. His eyes were affixed to mine as I sat at the edge of the couch, working my hands up his pant legs. I felt his muscular calves first, massaging them as I inched my way up. Sliding my hands around to work up the front side of his legs, I kept edging my way up, with my eyes firmly stuck on his, making it to his belt in a reasonable time, still teasing him slightly. I pulled back on the leather strap and unfastened the buckle to remove his belt. I worked the button before placing my hand on his zipper, grasping a hold of the metallic end sliding it down. My head was level with his groin when I finally released my gaze, turning my attention to what was in front of me. I placed my hands on both sides of his pants and pulled them down.
Before I could stop myself, I chuckled at the sight before my eyes. His undergarments were pink satin and had a black and yellow bulls-eye across the crotch. They were American style boxers, loose all around, but the overall look made me laugh. “I’m sorry,” I told him as I turned my eyes away from his underwear. “I was not expecting…”
“I don’t like for my ladies to guess where the target is,” he quipped quickly, charming me a bit as I composed myself. “It’s perfectly marked for you.”
“Well aren’t you just so polite,” I replied back while pulling them down. His package was as impressive as I felt while on top of him. While the length was only slightly above six inches, it was the girth that enthralled me. Alexis, he rivaled a beer can with the width of his cock. I have a large mouth but damn. I placed my right hand on his incredibly hard cock, unable to connect my fingers to my thumb. “This is going to take some work,” I said, leaning in and kissing the head of his cock.
He moaned slightly as the tip of my tongue touched his dick. “Don’t worry,” he moaned softly. “I’ve never had a woman actually get her entire mouth around it and go all the way down.”
Unfortunately, Alexis, my ego took over. “Challenge accepted,” I said, standing up from my seated position on the couch while holding on to his cock. I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth before pushing him onto the couch; picking his leg up and draping it on the back. With his cock straight up in the air, I placed my right hand on the bottom of his shaft and my mouth firmly around the head, licking it a bit while I gave myself the courage to try something difficult. I pulled myself forward and positioned my head just right before going down gradually with my jaw fully extended, all the way down to his neatly trimmed pubes. All six and some change inches went into my mouth, gagging me once I got all the way down. Gregorio moaned exuberantly as I made it to the bottom, pulling up quickly so I could breathe.
“You did it,” he sa
id, reaching up for my head and grabbing me by my blonde ponytail. “Now let’s see if you can do it again.” He pulled me forward and placed my head back on his incredibly hard cock. My jaw was sore, but he griped my hair tightly as my head went up and down on his rigid dick. Saliva started trickling from the corners of my mouth as I kept working his shaft, feeling the head of his dick continuously touch the back of my throat. He continued to moan as my tongue worked against the underside of his shaft while my hand was stroking it from the bottom. I sucked on it as best I could until I felt it starting to throb. Within seconds a string of milky cum erupted from his head, right down the back of my throat. I didn’t have a chance to catch any of it in my mouth or on my tongue, because his dick was so far in my mouth, the cum went straight down my throat. After a few more strokes, he was finished climaxing and I pulled my mouth off of his still incredibly erect dick.
“Are you alright?” I asked playfully, knowing that if he told me anything else, he was a blatant liar.
He exhaled slowly, clearly relaxed from the massive load he just shot down my throat. “I’m better than alright,” he replied as he sat up slowly, swinging his legs around to stand up, leaving me on my knees on the couch. He stepped in front of me and pushed me onto my back, grabbing my pants and panties from my hips to pull them off in one fierce motion. Placing his hands between my knees, he pushed them apart as he lowered his face to my cunt. He spread my pussy lips with his jaw, his tongue flicking my clit, immediately causing me to moan and flex my hips into his face. My pussy was already dripping after the blowjob I gave him, and he lapped up my nectar like a man dying of thirst. He brought his right hand over my cunt, spreading my lips even further to expose my clit to his questing tongue. I moaned loudly as his talented tongue did circles around my sensitive little button.