Sex Exchange

By Dan Bruce

So what would you give in exchange to save the biggest deal of your life?
Your body? Your suffering? Your dignity? Or is there something else that you value more?
This is the dilemma Mia Cromwell faces. She’s an unscrupulous saleswoman from INX, who supply IT solutions to the global finance sector. After three months of underhand tactics, Mia thought the deal was in the bag, and with it the lifestyle she'd always dreamed of. But a new appointee has thrown up a problem, and it would appear he's even more unscrupulous than Mia.
Based in The City of London, to the backdrop of St Paul’s Cathedral, Mia is challenged like never before when a man called Aksel Larsen takes her on in the game of... Sex Exchange

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Jul 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310212581

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Sex Exchange

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2016

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This ebook is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store the material where it cannot be accessed by minors.

All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘In X Change’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Taken by the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Mastering Her Mania

About the Author

Chapter 1

The City of London, January 2016

Oh, God! That feels so good!

And it did feel quite good. For all his faults, and the man had many, Fergal Flannigan was blessed with a really nice cock – seven fat inches that were wonderfully filling, and throbbed with life inside her. Of course it had all been a bit rushed. Mia could have done with a lot more attention from the Irishman’s tongue before she paid him back in kind and then mounted him. Not that Fergal was all that great at cunnilingus. Few men were in Mia’s experience – she much preferred women for that sort of thing. But Fergal did his best, and tried to please without giving the impression he found it a chore. Mia had cut it short, though – forcing the issue, pretending she was desperate to get on with the fucking, preferring Fergal to use his tongue for something much more important.

Mia looked down and saw the Irishman’s grinning face – which she’d sooner have avoided, but it was essential to her cause. It wasn’t that Fergal was ugly. He was actually quite cute in Celtic sort of way, with his bright auburn hair and abundance of freckles. He just wasn’t up to the standard Mia would normally have sex with, and definitely not a man she would ever be seen out with. The reality was, Mia wouldn’t look twice at someone like Fergal unless there was an underhand agenda inspiring her to do so.

But she was having sex with him, and not for the first time, because Fergal was actually a bit of a godsend. Easily the best available when Mia Cromwell had cast her discerning eye around the bank three months ago and decided on her target: physically acceptable, with a reasonably good body, although Mia had never seen much of it naked; still in his twenties, which was a key thing for her; big hands and feet, which usually translated into plenty of penile meat; and most important of all – he was involved in the evaluation of the IT systems the bank were considering for a global rollout to replace their out-dated in-house software. They’d met one morning during a routine sales call, and by the end of the day she had sucked him off once and rode his cock twice – making him come three times in total, and leaving him gagging for more.

And he did get more. Although nowhere near as much as Fergal would have liked, with Mia limiting the supply once she’d snared her man. But that was far from unusual in heterosexual relationships – and this was a relationship after a fashion. There were no illusions about them being a couple or anything daft like that. They just fucked every now and again, with Mia always on top – at the bank, in the oddest of places.

This morning they were in a basement storeroom that was rarely ever used. Like always, there had been little in the way of foreplay. Her skirt had come off along with her thong, and his trousers had come down along with his boxers. He’d fingered her pussy and grew hard in her hand, then Mia had eased Fergal down onto his knees for just enough licking to get her wet and receptive. A few minutes later she had him flat on the floor, straddled his groin and slowly sank, taking the entirety of his cock inside her.

She’d held herself there and gave the opening praise, looking at his face while smiling sweetly. Then she treated the young Irishman to a few minutes of riding him, bobbing up and down with her hands on his thighs for support. Fergal in turn caressed her bare ass – a liberty Mia always allowed, as long as he didn’t get carried away and tried to slip a finger up there. A couple of minutes, and then came the question.

So when will I be told the good news? Mia asked.

Erm…

Mia froze with half a cock inside her. Erm! What the blazes does that mean?

Is there a problem, Fergal?

I’ll tell you later, replied the Irishman as he made an upwards thrust.

Mia was having none of that. She raised herself up and off of Fergal’s dick, throwing the Irishman a quizzical glare. I want to know now. What’s happening? Has something gone wrong?

Please, Mia. Can’t I just fuck you for once without you interrogating me at the same time?

Ouch! That was a bit below the belt.

But it was a fair comment. They both knew fine well that’s why Mia was screwing him, or riding his dick to be more precise – to get information – before, after, and most of all during the sex, as the threat of Mia stopping always worked wonders on making Fergal yap. And boy did he yap when Mia was riding him – he would sing like a canary to keep her at it. He’d told the unscrupulous saleswoman all sorts of things – information that gave Mia the inside track in the evaluation process, and a big advantage over her competitors. Fergal wasn’t very senior, and had little strategic influence, but he was involved fulltime on the project and knew pretty much everything that was happening. He’d pointed out all the key issues facing the bank, and what was needed from IT to meet its business goals; given insights into how the decision makers were leaning, and what was required to sway them in Mia’s favour. It was arguably unethical on Ms Cromwell’s part, but all is fair in corporate war is it not, and Fergal certainly wasn’t complaining. In exchange for information, he was getting the finest piece of pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of – fucking a woman who was way out of his league.

Normally Mia wouldn’t stoop so low, but the deal was just too big. A global systems replacement that would come with an eight figure price tag, and for a saleswoman on an un-capped salary plan giving 5% commission on products, and 3% on services - that meant a scarily large amount of money was at stake. Mia could be looking at a million quid over the course of the two year project.

Too much money to take any chances with, and this week was supposed to be decision time. The preferred supplier would be announced quite soon, and unless the bank made a very odd decision, or a major cock-up took place during the five day workshop that would then ensue, the preferred supplier would get the business, and the salesperson involved would be rolling in clover.

Logic said it should be INX, with a ticket to untold riches for Mia. And at the end of last week Fergal had unofficially informed her that the deal was in the bag, and only required rubber-stamping at head office. That should have been a formality. The people in Copenhagen would do what London wanted. Copenhagen dealt with retail banking for the local Danish market, whereas London was the headquarters for global treasury, and treasury made the vast majority of the bank’s profits. It would be insane for head office to go against the London decision.

Mia had tasted the cash, and stupidly broken a golden rule – she’d spent the weekend mentally spending the money before the deal was done and dusted with signatures on contracts. But it was in the bag! She’d been assured of this by her inside man. So why not take that Porsche she’d always wanted for a test drive, or view a few fabulous flats in Chelsea. This evasion on Fergal’s part was worrying, however. Had some sort of problem cropped up that needed her attention?

Trying to keep calm, Mia pushed Fergal’s erection back inside her and gave him what he’d asked for – a few minutes of ‘girl on top’ fornication without any questions. She even added some bonus attractions, unbuttoning her blouse and freeing her tits from her bra – a lovely pair of boobs that were a genetic gift, unlike so many others around London that were silicon enhanced. Fergal’s face lit up like Oxford Street at Christmas when he saw them bouncing up and down. And he moaned in delight when Mia took it further – loosening his tie and unfastening his shirt to reveal a mat of auburn hair. It wasn’t necessarily to Mia’s taste. She preferred her men to be totally smooth, or closely trimmed if they wanted some body hair, but not an untamed jungle like Fergal boasted. It felt quite nice, though, and made for a bit of a change. So casting her predilection aside, she ran her fingers through the fur, finding a nipple which she gave a soft tweak.

Still leisurely riding him, Mia then restated her question, as there was no way she was ever going to hold it back. I can sense there’s something up. What is it, Fergal?

There was no verbal response. Instead, Fergal thrust once again, then returned the favour and reached up with his right hand to feel the fullness of Mia’s left breast.

Mia wasn’t best pleased by that particular liberty, and even less by the refusal to answer. Fergal! she snarled.

I said I’ll tell you later.

Fergal’s nipple was clamped down on and violently twisted. Tell me now! insisted Mia.

Shit! That hurt... Now stop being such a bitch. In fact stop being such a control freak and let me fuck you for a change. And I mean fuck you properly, with you on your back and me doing the screwing. Or we could do it doggy style if you’d prefer that.

Mia felt a growing panic – a very rare thing for her when she was having sex, but it was there and growing stronger. There was definitely a problem – something that Fergal didn’t want to tell her. This was so not good. Mia saw a mountain of banknotes piled high before her, proper banknotes with an old queen’s face on them – a million pounds worth of the wonderful things, and some bastard was setting fire to them, which was a treasonable offence in more ways than one. All Mia’s efforts over the past three months, her hopes, her expectations, her wildest dreams, were going up in smoke before her very eyes.

Tell me! she demanded.

No! Let me fuck you properly, and then I’ll tell you.

The cheeky beggar! When did he suddenly grow a pair of balls to start making demands like that?

Far from impressed, Mia pulled her hand away from his chest and gave Fergal’s freckly face a smack, fury and anger causing havoc with her psyche. Those were dangerous things, especially during sex with a purpose behind it, but Mia could handle such emotions as long as she kept control. Fear, however, was another matter, and not something that had any business rearing its ugly head when Mia had a cock up her snatch. Sex was all about confidence, and that was something Mia normally had in abundance. Fear was there, though - a dread that this deal might somehow slip away from her. Suddenly a red mist engulfed Mia Cromwell and threatened to choke her with its toxic fumes. But there was still a very canny saleswoman at play, and she mustered herself to answer.

"No chance! This is how we screw, so take it or leave it. But if you promise to tell me everything, I’ll make it especially good for you, and I’ll finish you off with my mouth.