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Filename: negotiat.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), dog/g, beast, cons)

story_intro: Three businessmen meet with a potential backer late at night, hoping to arrive on a deal before the approaching deadline. But along with the pressure of the last-minute contract, they must also contend with the heady distraction of one of the man's playthings that he brings to pass the time while the other men sweat the details.

story_language: English



Negotiations

Written by madvlad


	As the mantel clock chimed at two in the morning Tillson was waiting in his study for the three men. Ushered in by a butler, they took the offered seats opposite Tillson's plush leather recliner which he took instead of the chair behind his desk. By the dormant fireplace, a German Shepherd lay dozing.

	"Well, gentlemen," Tillson sighed as he settled into his seat. "You have me up at this hour because you have an aggressive plan with a short window of opportunity. You know me and you need my capital to fuel your agenda. Now, why are you the ones here, hmm?

	Let's start with Mr. Goldschmidt. You know the EU financials and how they get things done behind their closed doors. Good - there are others who know you and I have worked with them before so I have a reasonably known quantity in you.

	Mr. Fischer, here, is also a known quantity. He actually challenged me - what was it? - ah yes - six years ago. But it didn't go well for him and he lost everything. And I do mean everything. Such are the stakes in the circles we operate. The last I had heard, he had become one of the faceless people in disposable cubicles at some financial firm in - God help us - Kentucky. But now he's come back to the game - full of ideas and ambition once more. Amazing, I congratulate you."

	Tillson slapped his hand against the plush arm of his chair to punctuate his last statement. He had wondered at if Fischer was planning some sort of revenge. But the man had no means and if he sabotaged this scheme, he would only hurt his partners. Tillson could absorb a loss of 100 million dollars - an infuriating thing, to be sure, but not Doomsday. And Fischer had to know that. All the man had left was a chance to be back and Tillson, his one-time nemesis, had the key to the door.

	Tillson turned to the youngest of the group.

	"And the driving force behind this all, Mr. Embry. While his professors at Harvard Business were droning on about quaint, obsolete business practices, our young stud here was pulling off things that would make their tired old textbooks burst into flame. Already a multi-millionaire by the time he received his MBA.

	So, let's get down to business. I already know how much you need, but let's talk about the points and the long-term shares. And if you'll excuse me, but at this late hour in my own home, I'll mix my business with pleasure while we haggle."

	Tillson picked up a cell phone that was on the arm of his chair.

	"Haverson, please bring me one of the girls...mmm...Desiree should do. No, just one for me. Our guests will be busy changing their terms until I agree."

	The men presented their initial proposal, which Tillson rejected flatly and asked them to try again. This was a frequent strategy of his - let the other side work and sweat on the proposal while offering them little in the way of ideas. That way they would get fatigued while doing most of the work while he could observe how they thought and operated. 

	They were in the midst talking among themselves when the butler brought in a little girl. Her long red hair was carefully plaited into a long glossy braid that nearly reached her rear. And that little rear was on display with only a thin black strip of latex that poked out from the top of her butt crack and joined the equally thin strap that ran around her waist. 

	The front of the girl's G-string was a small black triangle that didn't quite completely cover her mons, showing bits of white, hairless flesh bulging out the sides. The top of the triangle barely reached above the dimple of the top of her small cunny slit. It was the only piece of clothing adorning her slim, but firmly muscled little body aside from the gold rings that pierced the nipples on her otherwise flat chest.

	The three partners paused to stare as the child walked by, her pert pale buttocks twitching slightly as she passed. Tillson reached and took the girl by the end of her braid, giving it a hard tug although the girl seemed to enjoy that. Like a sultry kitten, she climbed up into his lap, curling her legs and rubbing her cheek against his chest. Patting the side of one gorgeous little ass cheek, Tillson spoke to the men.

	"Desiree, here, is only eight years old and here I've summoned her up past her bedtime only because you needed to see me now. So you'll have to work while I see to it she is not neglected."

	The trio returned to their conversation, barely paying attention to each other and their own words while they watched the sordidness unfolding in the chair a few feet from them. Unzipping Tillson's fly, she withdrew his penis and rubbed it with skilled hands, her little fingers moving independently as they intricately brought him to hardness. 

	"Make yourself hot," Tillson told the girl. 

	Desiree immediately opened her legs and pressed her crotch against her master's hardness. Her milky thighs were a thing of beauty to watch as they worked while girl humped her tiny latex encased twat up and down on the prick. The scant black covering was shiny and soon the smooth skin around it was as well since the child was lubricating heavily. Desiree's eyes were half closed and her mouth agape as she panted. There were tantalizing glimpses of her wet little tongue as it occasionally dabbed at her succulent lips.

	"Gentlemen?" Tillson asked casually while the child was masturbating against his erection.
  
Embry managed to choke out a new proposal while Fischer and Goldschmidt added details while barely taking their eyes off the red-haired sex savage.

	"Better, but not acceptable," Tillson said before turning his attention back to the girl. "Get me wetted down and give yourself a good harm cum while you're at it, Darling."

	Desiree grabbed at the sides of her thong and wriggled out of it before tossing it on the floor between the gathered chairs. Her fluids snaked from the inside onto the expensive carpet but Tillson did not seem to mind. The preteen straightened up on her knees, displaying her hairless, dripping snatch for all of the visitors to see before getting back down to business.

	Now Desiree was grunting as she mashed her plump little cunt against Tillson's member. The child oozed her nectar all over his length as she writhed and rotated around it. Then her noises took on an anxious cast until she shuddered, squeezing Tillson's dick between her scrumptious, milky thighs as she came.

	After the three men eked out another proposal which Tillson rejected out of hand, he lifted the girl up until the tip of his prick was poking into her oozing cunny slit. As she was still facing the three businessmen, they could see all. Desiree's labia were coated with her juices just as Tillson's dick was and softly spread to take him in as he lowered her onto him.

	Abruptly, he pushed her forward just a little, letting his glans slide between her buttocks and then pulled her down with a harsh and powerful movement. The girl squealed at the rude anal intrusion, her eyes wide as the pussy-lubricated cock borrowed into her warm rectum. She was breathing in short, hard bursts as her sodomy began; Tillson pulling her up slightly and jerking her back down harder to penetrate her last stubborn inches until her smooth, unfilled cunt mound was resting atop his hairy balls. 

	Tillson paused, letting his underage slut adjust to his member in her bottom. Then she took over, swallowing hard at first as she used her legs to ride his prick. On the downward stroke, he had to help as she was too tight to push down by herself. But she took it all, making each of the other men wonder how that small, sleek body was fitting it all in there. Tillson wasn't overly large, but an eight year-old girl was not very big and he looked immense as the thrust between her smooth little ass cheeks. 

	Tillson shifted his grip on the small figure moving higher on her torso until he reached her chest. By now, the child's ass had been reamed enough so that she could do all the up and down work herself, whimpering as the heavy meat worked deep inside her snug rump. Tillson grasped the rings on her chest, twisting them in her nipples and making the girl moan. He wasn't too rough and it was obvious that the small bit of pain was enhancing the sexy little red head's ass-fucking.

	Keeping one hand working her undeveloped titty, he brought the other one to her hairless snatch. Desiree's moans increased in pitch as he twisted a finger inside her immature pussy which was already compressed from the pressure of the piston-like cock buggering her in the neighboring tunnel. Her face turned red as her childish holes were doubly mauled.

	By the fireplace, the dog lifted his head as Desiree's noises interrupted his sleep. He stared as he watched the man coupling with the little girl and thumped his tail.

	With a longer, louder moan, the eight year-old jerked as much as her impaled ass and cunt would allow, cumming hard. Just as she was recovering, Tillson exploded inside her rectum, spewing thick loads of steaming jism into the squirming child. Desiree moaned again, collapsing backward against the man. 

	Tillson extracted his gooey finger from the girl's snatch and gave it to her to suck on. While Desiree nursed on his finger, Tillson asked the men for their revised proposal. Again he shook his head at their response.

	"Your time is running out, gentlemen. Give me something in writing - and this will be your last proposal. Jimbo, come."

	The German Shepherd rose and trotted over, happily taking a good scratching on top of his head from his master. But he was also sniffing at Desiree's crotch with definite interest. Desiree was also watching the dog and Tillson slapped her leg lightly.

	"You look like you need someone to cum in your little cunt, don't you?" he asked.

	Desiree grinned bashfully and nodded. Pulling the girl from his cock, Tillson set her on her feet on the floor with her back to the other men. They paused from their writing on a pad was they gazed at the round little rump with semen running from between the little globes and down the compact young thighs. 

	Tillson went to the desk, pointing a remote at the wall. The wood paneling slid sideways to reveal a flat screen television. Then he took a small device and turned it on, waving it. Moving images of the den appeared on the TV screen; the device was a miniature, wireless security camera. When Tillson placed it on the rug, Desiree knew what was expected.

	She got on her hands and knees, positioning her crotch over the camera so that the fleshy, cleft mound was taking up most of the view. Jimbo was whining anxiously, a red, hard shaft extending from his furry pouch. Tillson waited a little longer and then said, "Jimbo. Fuck."

	Desiree waggled her pert little bottom as Jimbo scampered behind her. Their size difference enabled the dog to step forward until she was mostly under him. The guests stared, unable to believe that the thick dog prick would actually go where it was aiming. But the little girl's bald snatch yielded as the thing speared into it. 

	Desiree gasped, but nothing was going to stop Jimbo from sinking his doggy dick into the hot, tight, slippery hole of a little human bitch. Experience had taught him well how good those young ones were. 

	Jimbo only had one speed - and that was blazing fast as he mated with the child, his furry body hunching over the eight year-old's smooth, snow white form. Desiree whined while the saturated tunnel her prepubescent pussy was rubbed and stretched by the marauding canine cock. 

	On TV, the view of the two interlocked bodies was captured in all of its wet lewdness. The little girl's quim was pulled wide apart, glistening as the animal shaft reamed in and out of the tiny entrance. Embry kept watching - unmindful of his writing until he realized the pen had slipped from his fingers a half of a paragraph ago.

	The beast-to-child copulation continued as Jimbo rutted with the human puppy, feeling the warmth of her hairless body beneath his belly and the relative oven-like temperature inside her gooey young twat. He pounded her relentlessly, fucking the only way he knew. The knot in his penis swelled; designed to lock him inside another dog but only slapping against Desiree's smooth pussy mound. With a growl, Jimbo felt his balls let go and he saturated the eight year-old's womb with his canine seed.

	Goldschmidt's eyes flickered to Tillson, who stood waiting. He elbowed Embry, who cleared his throat and handed the pad with scribbled figures and phrases on it. Tillson took his time and then signed with a gold pen from his shirt pocket. After the others affixed their signatures, Tillson scanned it on the office printer behind his desk and gave the men a copy.

	"I expect that this will be a fruitful venture for all of us," he said to them. "My bank will wire the money in the morning. Now, if you'll excuse us. Haverson will be in the hall and will show you out."

	Jimbo backed away from the girl and Desiree rolled onto her back. The exhausted girl made no move to close her legs, letting the dog's issue ooze from the well-fucked slit of her tiny, hairless cunt and mingle with Tillson's semen as it trickled into her ass crack.

	The men tried not to stare at the cream-filled eight year-old on the way out, but Fischer could not help but to turn and catch another brief glimpse of the daughter he had not seen in six years.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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