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Tracy's Assets
by Storysman (storysman@aol.com)
***
Jack intentionally destroys something worth a lot of
money that belongs to Tracy's boyfriend, making it look
like Tracy had done it. The only what she can get the
money to replace the item, is for Tracy to do what Jack
tells her to do. (MF, mc, forced-prost)
***
Jack sipped his beer in the crowded apartment and felt
the party swarm around him. Ordinarily he would have
joined in with the drunken revelers partying and
screaming until he was exhausted. But he wasn't even
noticing them. He didn't know even have a guess as to
how many of them there were. His eyes, his stare, was
focused entirely on the hostess.
Tracy was absolutely stunning. Always a beauty to make
one's heart race, tonight she looked the absolute
pinnacle of perfection. Her body gave her tight black
dress the most suggestive shape. Her long blonde hair
sported just the right amount of tint and shine as to
suggest the golden colors of autumn. Sleek red adorned
her lips, and the perfect touches of makeup enhanced her
already wonderful face.
Funny, how you can see a girl every day at work and
still be so surprised by her beauty, he thought. He was
used to her blouse-bursting chest, the occasional
exquisite cleavage, and the short skirts. But tonight,
she possessed such an elegance and softness that she
seemed altogether a different woman. A woman he was
desperate to have.
But, working with her a year, yielded the unfortunate
information that she was engaged to her boyfriend of
five years. The two were virtually inseparable, and
presented such an image of love that everyone doubted
it's truth. Oh, men still always hit on her, but they
never got more than a soft, refusing smile. And the
opportunities were few, as again, the two were
inseparable, that is, except for this night.
Brandon, her boyfriend-turned-fiancé was out of town on
business for over a week. Tracy's friends insisted on a
party, and she caved rather quickly. Pretty much all the
men were here, probably due to the subconscious voice
that tried to reason, "If you go to her party, she'll
sleep with you." No one said, "No." to Tracy, it just
wasn't possible.
***
God, such a perfect body. Jack watched her the entire
night as she seemed to slink from one end of the
apartment to the other. How wonderful she seemed, in her
element. Her home. To think, she fucked just beyond the
wall behind her. She fucked in a bed just a few feet
away, really. She probably strolled into this kitchen
every morning adorned in the sexiest sheer panties --
the bra optional. And just around the corner, her naked
breasts received the pounding of the shower. The
droplets dripping slowly down that smooth, silky skin.
Once again, she was driving him mad. She did the very
same thing at the office. She didn't dress like a slut,
but she knew how to advertise her assets. A little
cleavage here, s hiked skirt there. God, the times she
bent over to show him something on a paper he never
looked at. Those times when his eyes caught a glimpse
down her blouse and an extra sight of curved skin
disappearing behind the ridge of a satin bra. And other
times when he could so clearly see the shape of the
smallest, surely silkiest panties covering her pert
little ass.
Jack was getting drunk. He did little that night other
than drink and stare at his beautiful hostess. And get
hard.
His mind started to formulate. It started to devise. Her
bedroom was right behind that wall. There was a bathroom
in there. Jack made his way for the bedroom, pretending
to need the bathroom. No one was going in there. No one
but him.
There were no lights in the room, just the ambient light
entering from outside the cracked bedroom door. But Jack
could see well enough. He quickly moved to the dressers.
His drunken goal was to find such a bra as he had seen
her wear. And/or an example of those inspiring silk
panties.
He pulled open a couple drawers before success. He found
a lingerie paradise. Silver, white, blue, and gold.
Black bras, red camisoles. Hot pink panties. God, was
Brandon lucky. Jack could clearly picture Tracy in each
of these items. so beautiful. so wonderful.
Jack found the item he was looking for - a pale blue bra
that shimmered in even this dim light. The satin was
smooth to the touch. The lace on the outer edges
wonderfully erotic, and the thinness of the fabric
unable to completely hide her nipples at all times of
the day. Jack held the bra to his face, then unbuttoned
his jeans and stuffed it in.
The soft satin rubbed against his cock, and he closed
his eyes to imagine Tracy's soft breasts behind it. His
cock was absolutely throbbing, and he realized how badly
he wanted to cum.
Jack zipped his pants with the satin still against his
dick. He pushed the drawer back in. Then he froze.
A hand was wrapped around the bedroom door. A voice
indicated the person was about to come in. Jack
panicked. His mind raced through a hundred alibis in a
split second before noticing a baseball card in a
protective case on the dresser. Quickly he grabbed it,
holding it to his face.
"Hang on a sec," the voice said. The hand moved, and a
body entered the room.
"Jack!" the voice sounded startled. It was Tracy!
"Hey Tracy," Jack's voice cracked as he addressed her.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Oh, I was going to use the bathroom and I saw this
card."
"Oh yeah, that's Brandon's Nolan Ryan card. Please be
careful with that, it's his favorite one. It's worth
like five-hundred dollars."
"Really?" She was buying it! She didn't suspect him!
"Yeah. here." Tracy's body slinked towards him. Jack's
eyes couldn't help but fall on her breasts. "I'd better
put that away. Brandon would kill me if anything
happened to it. If it's not in absolute perfect
condition, it won't be worth as much."
"Tracy!" another voice was in the room. Jack looked up
from Tracy's chest. It was Joe, evidently completely
blitzed and carrying an entire pitcher of beer.
"Where'd ya go? Come on! You gotta do a shot with me."
"I will, I told you to hang on. I have to get this beer
of my dress." Jack just noticed her chest was glistening
in the small amount of light. He assumed it was her
dress, but now realized it was the moisture of spilled
beer.
Tracy still clutched the card as she stepped to the
bathroom. She didn't seem to mind the two men, and began
dabbing a washcloth on her breasts. Jack was mesmerized.
She arched her back slightly, sticking out her chest a
little more. Her breasts were so full and firm.
"God, I get so careless when I'm drunk." She said. She
wiped hard a few times, inducing some jiggle. She
grabbed the baseball card again, and moved out of the
bathroom as she clicked off the light.
She was right. She was careless. She tripped over
something with the change of lighting. Her arms flew out
to keep her balance. The baseball card flew out of her
hands, plopping promptly into the pitcher of beer in
Joe's hand.
"Shit!" she screamed. Tracy rushed to Joe and fished out
the card. It's case was protective, but not waterproof.
"Shit! Shit, shit! Oh, fuck!" Tracy pulled the card out.
The wetness was visible even in the dim light. The card
would be ruined.
"Oh, no, oh no!" she moaned.
"Hey, Joe, let's do this shot!" The call came from the
kitchen. Joe, not realizing the significance of what had
happened, was quick to return to drinking. Jack was left
alone with Tracy.
"What am I going to do?" she was crying. "Brandon's
going to kill me. God, damnit!"
"I'm sorry." Jack said. His heart wanted to soother her
- only because his little subconscious voice convinced
him if he did so her might fuck her.
"Fuck!" Tracy yelled, tears streaming. She clutched the
card in her hand as she threw herself on the bed. Jack
felt no pain for her, only lust. As panic swept through
her body, his eyes swept up and down it. Every contour.
every curve. His eyes defined the edges of her bra and
panties. His mind extrapolated the flesh color to
imagine each covered area in glorious nudity. Without
thinking, he sat next to her on the bed. His hand moved
to her shoulders, and he began a seemingly innocent
rubbing.
Tracy cried into her pillow, explaining how Brandon
liked to go to card shops and see the same card he had
and what the asking price was. He had it since he was
little, and the value only grew higher with each passing
year. Last check, it was nearly five-hundred dollars.
"Could you buy him another one?" Jack asked. He
struggled to contain the excitement in his voice as the
palm of his hand made contact with her shoulders. Her
beautiful body. even through the dress it was
magnificent to the touch.
"I don't have anywhere near five-hundred dollars. And
he'll be home in two days!" She again buried her head in
the pillow, sobbing with desperation. Jack continued to
look her up and down, committing her shape to memory.
Her perfume seemed to intoxicate him further. The
squirming on the bed certainly aroused him further.
Tracy's dress wasn't particularly long. It wasn't
exactly short, either, but with the state of her
clothing the last thought on her mind, the dress had
hiked up considerably. Her legs were spread invitingly
apart, and the dress fell tantalizingly low off her ass
and between her legs. Just a little higher and he'd be
able to see her panties. Unconsciously, his hands rubbed
lower down her back. past the sensation of her bra
strap, and towards the small of her back.
Tracy had felt the rubbing was soothing, that is, until
a motion of Jack's hand, which he probably intended to
seem accidental, slid over ass and onto her panties.
Her sobbing stop and she quickly lifted her head. "What
are you doing!" her voice wasn't a scream, but it
definitely contained the tone of startlement.
Jack looked at her, but his mental state didn't allow
for reason. He squeezed her ass, rubbing it through the
panties, and forced the dress up past her waist!"
"Jack!" Tracy shrieked. She quickly rose to a sitting
position as she pulled away. She had her answer to what
he was doing. He was trying to seduce her. "Get out!"
she said loudly.
"I'll give you the five-hundred." Jack said as he
started at her beautiful face.
"What?"
"I'll give you the five-hundred dollars to buy a new
card. if you fuck me."
Tracy was stunned. She opened her mouth to reply, but
her voice didn't come.
"I want you so much." Jack continued. "I want to fuck
you so much. Let me stay tonight. I'll give you five-
hundred in the morning."
He was serious. He was absolutely serious! "Get out."
Tracy answered softly. "Get the fuck out!" she repeated
much more loudly.
"Five-hundred." Jack reminded her.
"What do I look like, some kind of whore???"
She rose from the bed, pushing against him. Jack nearly
fell off the bed, but managed to stand up. He wanted to
try another argument, but the look on her face clearly
said no. He turned from the bedroom and walked out.
He walked past the guests, past the bar and to the door.
He felt only slightly embarrassed. He didn't think of
Tomorrow and the awkwardness of seeing her at work. He
simply recounted the sensations of her body against his
fingers and the sights of her cute little ass so snugly
fit into a beautiful pair of tight silk panties. As he
climbed into his car he felt a soft, smooth sensation
rub against his cock. Ah yes. he still had her bra. Jack
smiled all the way home.
***
Tracy was nowhere to be seen the next day. Not by Jack's
eyes anyway. After sobering up, a part of him hoped
Tracy herself would have been too drunk to recall all of
the previous night's events. But evidently she hadn't.
When he walked by her, she immediately lowered her eyes.
She had other people bring him files that she would have
normally brought, and at lunch she disappeared before
anyone could have managed a group outing where they
might be together.
It was an awkwardness that would probably never end. And
Jack felt sorry for it. Now, even if she were to break
up with Brandon, he had no chance with her. The little
subconscious voice in his mind told him all hope was
over forever. And that was certainly a feeling he
believed.
At the end of the day, he thought he might have one last
chance. He thought everyone had left, but on his way out
he drove behind the office building - a shortcut to his
preferred way home. As he drove, he noticed Tracy's car
parked well away from their actual suite. A place he had
never seen her park before. If her car was there, she
was surely in the building.
Jack headed back to the office. He wasn't sure why. He
half-thought it was to apologize. He half-wondered if it
was to re-proposition her.
The door was locked, as was the usual after 5 PM.
Fortunately he ranked high enough to have his own. As he
gained entry, he thought about gaining entry to Tracy's
cunt. By agreement or by force.
The office was dark. Only a few lights provided any
guidance through the hallways. Jack slowly moved through
the darkness towards Tracy's cubicle. But she wasn't
there. Now Jack was really curious. He searched the
hallways, looking for some sign of life. Finally, he
noticed a light on at the end of one of the halls. He
stepped carefully towards it.
He saw Tracy. She was alone. And as he watched her, he
saw what she was up to. On the desk next to her was
steel coffer used for petty cash. It was open. In her
hands were a variety of bills. She was flipping through
them. Jack surmised she was counting -- counting to 500.
Jack didn't know how she had a key, or at least where to
find one. He only knew one thing.
He had her.
***
He went to his cube without a word. He left without a
confrontation. He watched Tracy leave, too, money in
hand. He knew as well as she did that not much attention
was paid to the cash in that fund. She must have
reasoned she could return it after her next paycheck or
something, but didn't count on being discovered. He
couldn't have had a better position than if he had laid
a trap.
As she made her way to her car, Jack scanned the phone
number list for the mobile phone always dangling out of
her purse. He punched the numbers as she opened her car
door. She seemed to stop a moment as she noticed Jack's
car still in the parking lot. She jumped as her mobile
phone rang. Good, Jack thought, she had it on.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Tracy, it's Jack."
"What do you want?" she sounded angry and nervous at the
same time.
"To fuck you."
Tracy hung up the phone. Jack pressed redial.
"Why don't you come in here, and bring that five-hundred
dollars you stole with you."
Tracy didn't answer immediately. "You saw that?"
"Yes. And I have half a mind to hang up this phone and
call the police. What did you think you were doing?"
"I-I... I'm not stealing it. We get paid Friday and I
was going to return it, well most of it then." Her voice
was breaking. She didn't want to be caught, but she knew
what pleading for him to ignore the situation would lead
to.
"I'll just return it." She said.
"Um, do you have an access key for after 5 PM?"
She didn't answer. Jack thought he heard her start to
cry.
"Come inside. I'll let you return the money."
"And then what?"
"Just come inside."
Tracy's body went numb. Her mind flooded with the hope
of options. How to get the money, how to just explain to
Brandon what happened. Oh god, that would be the best
option. But what about Jack. He had her. He could get
her fired, maybe even prosecuted. Oh God.
A tiny voice entered her head. She pushed it out right
away, but felt it remind her of her best option as she
walked back inside the office. "Why don't you fuck him?"
She was unable to speak as she approached him. He was
grinning. And hard.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. He was eyeing
her with a look of lust.
"It's simple. I've wanted you from the moment I met you.
From the moment I saw you."
"But Brandon is your friend! Why would you want to hurt
your friend?"
"Brandon is my friend because of you. Because I want to
make love to you. No other reason."
She was partially shocked by his comment. In a twisted
way, it almost seemed romantic. What it really did was
clinch the matter. She had absolutely no arguments to
save herself.
"I'd better return the money."
"Uh, not so fast. Here's the deal: I'll let you return
the money after you - after you, well, rub your naked
body all over me and let me ram my cock inside your
pussy until I cum."
Tracy burst into tears.
"Now, now, that's no way to behave. I'm still going to
give you the five hundred. You'll return this money, and
be able to replace Brandon's card."
"Really?" she wiped her eyes and almost looked hopeful.
"Tracy, your worth every cent of five-hundred dollars. I
don't want to screw you, I want to fuck you."
She hung her head, mentally giving into the inevitable.
One time, and everything would be fixed. She started to
undo her blouse.
"No, no. Not here."
"What?"
"No offense, but you're a mess. Your heart's not in it.
Besides, you have some outfits that, um, I find more
exciting than this one. Now, you're going to go home,
put on your sexiest bra and panties -- something silk or
satin, and that tight, low-cut blue top you have, you
know, the one that amplifies your breasts and can barely
control your cleavage . And your black miniskirt. Yes,
that should do. Then, you're going to come over. You're
going to fuck me. Not let me fuck you, but actively fuck
me. You'll do as I say, when I say. And not just once,
but until I'm satisfied, even if that's the whole night.
When we're done, I'll give you five-hundred dollars,
drive back here, and return the five hundred you took
from here. Sound like a plan?"
What choice did she have?
"Ok."
"See you at seven." Jack leaned in, pulled her close,
and kissed her lips.
"Wonderful."
***
It took all of Jack's strength not to rip his pants off
and jerk off has he waited for seven o'clock. His cock
raged with hardness. He was going to fuck Tracy! He was
going to fuck her!
No, he was going to rape her. He was going to take her
and hump her with all the wild frenzy he could imagine.
Yes! It basically was rape. It was against her will! But
the struggling was over. He had complete control of that
beautiful body.
He wasn't just going to rape her, he was going to rape
every part of her. He was going to rape her tits, he was
going to rape her legs, he was going to rape her mouth,
and, of course, he was going to rape her cunt.
Seven took ten years to arrive, but finally, it did.
Tracy walked in. The signs of tears were gone. The
makeup was perfect. The shirt the exact item he
specified. And the miniskirt, so tempting as her bare
legs extended from its shadows.
Jack slid off his pants, somewhat surprising Tracy. She
had expected some small talk, or at least gloating. He
began lightly stroking his cock, staring at the cleavage
that could only be formed by a pair of oversized
breasts. "God, I want to fuck you." He said. Tracy
wanted to answer with "here's your chance" but didn't.
God, she hoped she'd excite him so much he'd cum before
he ever got inside her. And if he did get inside, she
wanted to make it quick.
Tracy began pulling of her top, but Jack motioned for
her to stop. He wanted to savor every moment of the
fucking, including the act of undressing. He stepped up
to her, and in a quick motion grabbed and squeezed her
right breast. Tracy looked up at the ceiling s if not
witnessing the ravaging of her body would keep it from
being true. Jack felt through the fabric for her nipple.
He could sense the lace of her bra through the top, and
felt his cock absolutely yearn for her. No woman had
ever captivated his sexual imagination quite like this.
Me moved his hands and brought put his fingers in
Tracy's cleavage. Her breasts were soft and firm. The
sensation of them on his fingertips was pure magic. No
other feeling could compare. The plunging neckline made
him instantly reminiscent of all the other tops she had
worn that were similarly revealing. He had stolen
glances down her shirts countless times, noting the
smallest details from the placement of goosebumps to the
extra curvature of the flesh that strained against her
bra. She had inspired countless masturbations, and now
he was going to fuck her.
Hmmm, Jack thought. The idea came to him to recreate
those maddening moments. He could relive each position,
each pose that she had used consciously or unconsciously
to excite and captivate him. He took a step back, then
sat in a chair.
"Come here." He said. And when Tracy was a few steps
away, he motioned for her to stop. "Lean down." Tracy
bent at the waist, and as her upper torso came down, her
breasts swelled with the force of gravity. The pulled
away slightly from her body, and pressed more tightly
together to form a long, curved sight of cleavage. Her
bra struggled to contain them. Tracy brace herself with
the arms of the chair, and lifted her up towards the
ceiling, avoiding the sight of Jack's bulging eyes. This
only proved to push her breasts out more.
Now Jack could do what he had always wanted to every
time Tracy had come to him in the office and knelt
before him such as this. His left hand went upward and
began caressing the soft underside of her breast - still
through her shirt. He smiled with ultimate pleasure.
Tracy was beginning to realize her hope of quick
intercourse was not to be. Jack was going to play with
her, tease himself with her, for the entire night she
had promised. He wasn't going to cum inside her once or
twice. She could see the animal lust in his eyes and
knew they'd be fucking all the way until morning. Oh
well, she thought, there were worse ways to earn $500.
"Sit in the chair. Jack said as he stood up. Tracy
followed instructions and took Jack's place in the seat.
Jack moved beside her, just as he would if he was at her
desk. He moved behind her, then to the other side,
always keeping his eyes on the beautiful sight of her
plunging blouse. He was again behind her, now placing
his hands on her shoulders. He began rubbing. A nice
friendly massage whose only price was the examination of
her breasts. God, they were so perfect! So round, so
creamy, so. Jack slid his hands down her chest in a
flash. His fingers slipped inside the blouse and moved
across her soft, rounded flesh. With a little effort, he
managed to squeeze his fingers inside her bra. His cock
was absolutely throbbing.
He needed to feel her nipples against his fingertips,
but the tight satin of the bra refused to yield enough
room to accomplish his goal. So he stepped in front of
Tracy, noticing she refused to look at him or her now
greatly exposed chest. Jack knelt in and kissed her
neck. He started kissing lower and lower as his hands
fingered for the clasp of her bra. He paused his kissing
when he reached his fingers.
He watched closely as he undid the clasp and the satin
fell away. Her nipples were still covered but he could
now see the entire channel of flesh that ran between her
breasts and the full curves that formed it. All he
needed to do now was flick his fingers on each side and
the satin would reveal the forbidden portion of a
woman's breast.
Tracy's eyes were on the floor. They wouldn't
acknowledge the intruding fingertips squeezing and
caressing her sexual areas.
Jack's eyes were wide-open, his heart pounded as he
flicked his fingers and saw that Tracy's nipples were as
perfect as he had imagined them to be. Instantly his
fingers groped and squeezed. He felt his cock pulse with
need and the slight shift of Tracy's body from the tight
pressure on the dark protrusions of flesh. His hands
began groping her in a strong, wide-open fashion. Her
breasts compressed and bounced as his hands squeezed and
lifted.
Jack leaned against the chair, rubbing his cock slightly
to relieve the pain of lust building inside. His eyes
moved downward, and he noticed how far Tracy's skirt had
hiked up her legs. God, perfect legs! Jack imagined the
head of his cock sliding along her smooth, fleshy thighs
and up towards her cunt.
In a flash he removed one hand from her breast and tried
to lift the skirt up. He was treated to a moment of
beauty as her entire panties came into view. But it was
more of tug than a concerted effort to expose her pussy
region, and the skirt fell back down, leaving only the
tiniest, outermost point of the white silk panties still
visible. It was like an innocent flash - -the slight
shape of her cunt filling and pushing against the smooth
white silk. Only about an inch was visible, but it was
absolutely maddening!
Jack broke his hand free from Tracy's breast and began
sliding his finger up and down against the small area of
exposed panty. He felt the shape of the lips, of her
perfect pussy through the fabric. His hand cupped her,
forcing more of the skirt up over her leg. The panties
were exquisite. A perfect sheen of white over her cunt
linked to a similar patch covering her ass by the
thinnest of strands over her hips.
Jack lost control. He fell between her legs, his one
hand still pressed against Tracy's naked breast. But
that feel away as he needed it to lift her skirt
further, and allow his mouth and tongue access to the
beautifully-pantied pussy. He kissed her cunt, then
licked it. Then sucked it. He wanted to taste her, taste
her juice. His hands yanked on the thin straps, and the
perfect sheen came down revealing a neatly trimmed V of
pussy hair and the pinkness of her opening. Tracy,
looking away, lifted her legs and allowed Jack to remove
her panties.
She didn't expect him to go down on her. She figured he
would be so ripe with lust that his cock would be in
her, pumping inside her, within minutes of her arrival.
But instead she felt Jack's tongue plunge inside her.
She felt its length wriggle inside her shaft. And she
felt something else - she was lubricating.
Her body wasn't aware this sexual contact wasn't wanted.
It readied itself for penetration. Jack seemed to sense
the slight arousal, and increased his licking and
kissing. Tracy instinctively wanted to pinch her
nipples, as she loved to do when Brandon ate her, but
she refused that pleasure.
A little quip emerged from her, however, as Jack reached
his finger inside. The penetration felt good, even from
him, and she had to catch herself from moaning the
delight. Jack raced his finger in and out of her the
speed increasing as her juice lubricated the walls of
her cunt.
"God, you are so hot! God, you are so HOT!" Jack moaned
as he broke a long silence. Tracy noticed his cock and
couldn't imagine it any harder. Jack had a fairly large
penis, and she was actually glad her body had prepared
for the penetration.
Jack lunged at her, kissing her. She didn't return his
kisses, but couldn't quite fend them off. She felt his
cock slap against her, and his hands slide up and down
her back. Their weight became awkward, and the two
collapsed to the ground.
Tracy barely had a moment to ready herself. Jack's cock
had landed against her pussy, and that proximity was too
much to bear. Jack's arms slid under her body, and in a
heavy and hard thrust he entered her.
"Uhhh!" Tracy didn't want to cry out, but she couldn't
help it. Jack's swollen cock filled her tightly. It
became fully lubed after a few thrusts, and within
seconds he was humping her has hard and fast as
possible.
Tracy continued to grunt softly as her pussy was
continually filled. Jack was moaning, almost yelling
with the tickling pleasure against the head of his cock.
He was fell in love with her cunt. it was so perfect. so
good.
Jack raised his body up to gain more leverage. He stared
at the full breasts underneath him and relished the
bounce he could induce with his thrusts. He knelt down,
taking her nipple into his mouth as he continued
humping. He was so aware of his cock. so sensitive to
the feelings that surrounded it as he plunged into his
beautiful purchase. He pushed inside her as deeply as
possible, trying to spread the ecstasy throughout his
body. His hips settled into a rhythm, his body locked in
position as his thrusts moved with mechanical precision.
He lasted about another thirty seconds before he felt
his orgasm mount and explode out of his cock. The force
was somewhat painful, but quickly turned into soothing
pleasure. Jack collapsed onto Tracy's naked chest and
began slowly caressing the nipple in front of his face.
Tracy gave him a moment, then squirmed out from under
Jack as he continued to paw at her flesh. She felt the
sudden urge to conceal her naked body, and grabbed her
skirt which was the closest article of clothing to her.
Her breasts dangled tantalizingly as she pulled the
short, thin skirt up her legs. She noticed Jack's eyes
fixated on her breasts, and knew she had better conceal
them as quickly as possible before he assumed he was
entitled to second fucking.
"So where's my money?" she asked as she reached for her
blouse.
"What money?" Jack asked.
"Don't be funny. My $500. Where is it?"
Jack stared at her with unbreaking lust, and sweet
satisfaction.
"I'm not paying." He said.
"I beg your pardon?" She stopped and turned back to face
him still bare-breasted.
"I just wanted to fuck you. I never had any intention of
paying you the $500." He HAD raped her.
Tracy was frozen, then began shaking. "We had a deal! We
had a fucking deal!" she screamed. Tears started to well
in her eyes. She lunged at Jack, trying to hit him. He
caught her arms, then licked he right breast.
"Uggh!!" she turned in disgust, breaking his grasp. Jack
grabbed her from behind, and Tracy felt his cock against
her ass. It was starting to re harden.
"God, I want to fuck your tits."
"Tracy broke free. "You'd better pay me, asshole! I'll
say you raped me!"
Jack shook his head. "Won't work." he pointed to his
stereo. "See that?" Tracy squinted, and noticed one of
the components was not meant for audio but rather for
video. And the red light of operation glared at her
face.
"I bet it look very consensual on tape." He said. "I bet
it looks like you really wanted it." He looked again at
her breasts. "Now come here, I have those tits to fuck!"
Tracy's eyes began streaming. She knew she had to get
out of there. She grabbed her blouse and ran down the
stairs. She remembered her sandals as she nearly tripped
over them. As she lifted them from the floor, she
realized her bra and panties were still upstairs.
She wasn't going to risk going back to get them.
Clutching the blouse to her still naked chest, Tracy ran
for her car. She expected Jack to be right behind her,
ready to tackle her and fuck her on the lawn. He wasn't.
She saw him in the window, silhouetted against the
lights behind him. She turned, and quickly put on her
blouse, buttoning only a few before she jumped into the
car.
Tracy was barely able to get the key into the ignition.
Her hands trembled violently as the feelings had swept
through. She had been fucked literally and figuratively.
Her pussy still throbbed from the thrusts she had
endured. Her heart pounded inside her heaving beasts.
Finally she got the car started. She drove over the curb
as she sped away from Jack's apartment. She replayed the
events of the night in her mind. The groping. the
squeezing. Jack's penis emerging from his pants,
hardened with lust for her. Feeling his cock penetrate
her cunt, and the crazed look of satisfaction and
fucking in Jack's eyes.
She slowed to a stop at the first traffic light, and
crashed onto the steering wheel and the tears burst out
of her. Had the evening gone as planned, she would have
been a whore. Since it didn't, she felt betrayal and the
desperation of still needing a quick five-hundred
dollars.
The light seemed to stay red for an eternity, which was
just as well. Tracy felt incapacitated -- unable to face
the drive home to look in Brandon's eyes. She noticed
the neon sign of a bar across from her. She could use a
drink, of that she was certain.
In a blur she parked the car and entered the bar. It was
dark, and only somewhat loud. She made straight for the
bartender.
She counted three of the beers she drank, but lost count
after that. The drunkenness that overcame her was a
welcome blanket of relief. She had never cheated on
Brandon, and still felt that was so. She had never
fucked another guy before tonight, but no. She didn't
fuck him. She was bribed. She was forced. She was raped.
"Excuse me, can I buy you a drink?"
A stranger was standing next to her. She looked at him,
ready to punch him for starting at her the way he was.
He wanted her, too. She wondered if HE felt she was
worth five-hundred dollars.
"Do I look like I need another drink?" she snapped as
she glanced at the collection of empty beer bottles.
"One more can never hurt." The man replied. She saw his
eyes catch the reflection of the engagement ring she was
flashing. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't drink
alone."
"I won't be for long. My fiancé is do here any minute."
She flashed the ring more obviously.
"Ok. It's just that, if I were him, I wouldn't let you
out of my site. I know what guys like me would like to
do to you."
He left. Tracy wanted to leave before he realized there
was no fiancé coming, but she knew she wasn't fit to
drive. She noticed her reflection in the mirror behind
the bar. The ramifications of her hurried redressing at
Jack's were now known. Only a few buttons on her blouse
were buttoned, and the oversight of putting her bra back
on had left her nipples incredibly visible through her
shirt. She glanced back over at her potential hookup.
His eyes couldn't leave the sight of her breasts. His
eyes bore the same look she had seen in Jack - a nearly
uncontrollable lust to fuck her.
So what could she do? She was trapped here at the bar
with a man that wanted to fuck her. She was trapped at
work by a man who HAD fucked her. If she wasn't careful,
she'd be in jail trapped by men and probably women that
wanted to fuck her.
And the thought of no money came back to her. She didn't
have the money to replace the card. Nor did she have the
money to put back in the petty cash. She was fucked.
She looked again at her potential suitor, or potential
fucker anyway. He casually turned his head away from
staring at her enticing nipples. Then he turned back,
rather smugly.
"Still no fiancé, huh?"
Tracy's immediate instinct was to leave, but just before
she moved her body to do so, another idea came to mind.
Yes. a better idea.
"Nope. I guess not." A wave of adrenaline passed through
her. "Is that offer of a drink still good?" she asked
the stranger.
"Uh, yeah! Of course!" He got the attention of the
bartender. Tracy took his distraction as an opportunity
to change her sitting position. She turned her body to
the stranger, leaning forward slightly and squeezed her
breasts between her arms.
Tracy knew how to flirt when she wanted to. His eyes
continued to fix on the plunging cleavage in front of
him, and Tracy did nothing to discourage him. She drank
the drinks he bought her, touching him playfully each
time or when he attempted some humor. She didn't move
away when her moved his face in closer. She didn't act
insulted when his hand landed on her knee. The stranger
had to begin to believe he was in the process of
seducing this beautiful young woman, and she was sure
his mind was filled with the fantasy of undressing her,
caressing her, and penetrating her. She built his
confidence. She made him believe there was no way he
could fail.
"So." he said eventually. "What do you say we get out of
here?"
Tracy smiled that knowing smile. That agreeing knowing
smile. She leaned in close to him, he lips nearly
against his. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
If she hadn't been smiling, the stranger might have
thought she was offended. If she leaned in so close, he
might have thought she was offended. If she hadn't
cupped his fully erect cock was she said it, he might
have thought she was offended. But he thought she wanted
him as much as he wanted her.
"God, I want to fuck you so bad." He replied.
Tracy rubbed is cock through his pants briefly. The
stranger's eyes began to glaze. "Got five-hundred
dollars?" she asked.
"What???" The stranger froze, but didn't pull back."
"Five-hundred. That's how much it is." She stated
confidently. She still needed the cash. She had already
fucked a man for it that night, why not another?
"What are you, some kind of whore?" he asked shocked and
angry.
"Actually, no." she replied. "I have something you want,
and from the looks of you have something I want. What do
you say?"
"I don't pay for sex." He said confidently.
"Give me your hand." Tracy instructed. The man complied.
Tracy took it by the forefinger and brought it against
her breasts. She couldn't believe what she was doing.
The events of the night combined with the alcohol had
given her determination.
The soft tissue easily indented from the force of the
push. She moved her free hand to one top of the few done
buttons and with beautiful skill, separated the two
sides of her blouse little more. The amount was just
enough for strangers hand to cause the blouse to fall
away slightly and expose her left breast. Half of her
nipple was in view, and she quickly guided the
stranger's forefinger to touch it.
The man's mouth hung open, his face frozen as she moved
his finger over her naked breast and down her stomach.
She guided it between her legs where the hurried nature
of her exit from Jack's was again paying advantage. She
had forgotten to put on her bra, and so it was also for
her panties. The stranger could most certainly feel the
shape of her pussy underneath the thin fabric of her
skirt. She released his hand, leaned in and whispered.
"Five-hundred."
The man paused for a few seconds. "Ok."
They got up and headed outside. Tracy wasn't sure where
to do it, but remembered the seats in her Explorer were
down. She lead him to her car, and lifted back door.
"Pay first." She said with a smile. She wouldn't make
that mistake again! As hoped, the man's wallet still
contained a large wad of cash. He easily produced the
$500, which Tracy slipped into the glove box before
turning back. The two climbed into the Explorer. The man
pulled the door shut, then immediately lunged at his
beautiful date.
He kissed her frantically and felt for the 2 remaining
buttons that bound her blouse. As soon as they were
undone, he descended onto her breasts, groping and
kissing them with such passion and lust she wondered
which he enjoyed more. Tracy laid on her back, numb to
the ravaging of her body both physically and mentally.
She had to do nothing.
The man massaged her breasts, squeezed her nipples and
kissed her body to his heart's content as she remained
motionless. She lifted her ass momentarily for him to
slide off her pants and also to apply the much needed
lubricant to her cunt, but didn't move as he rammed his
cock inside her.
"You're so fucking hot!" he screamed over and over,
followed by "God, oh, God!" It was a completely
different fuck than Jack had done. This one was ruled by
instantaneous lust. An need to fuck her so overwhelming
that he didn't have the time to plan a fantasy and savor
the sensation of his penis plunging into her cunt. It
was only a few moments before she felt his sperm explode
inside her. His hands squeezed her tits as he shuddered
with the release. As soon as he felt done, Tracy sat up
and reached for her clothes.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"Yep. Unless you want to spend another $500."
The man quietly regained his clothing, but wearing a
smile he didn't possess when he entered the car. "You
felt so fucking good." He said. "God, you are so hot!"
Tracy urged him out of the Explorer. She didn't bother
to get her pants on. Instead, she climbed into the
driver's seat with her blouse barely covering her pussy.
She started the car, then opened the glove box. The
money was still there.
She looked at the bills. Some crisp, some not so crisp.
Five hundred dollars. For sex. It seemed so easy. She
fucked for money. And that realization led to another.
She could fuck again for money!
A knock at the window interrupted her thoughts. It was
the man. Oh god, he's gonna try to get his money back,
she thought! She cracked it slightly, ready to hit the
gas if he tried anything.
"He felt so good, he said. I want to fuck you again. Not
tonight, but another night. Can I call you?"
Tracy flushed with the thought. She hadn't thought of
fucking for money beyond this night, not until this a
moment before. She grabbed a small piece of paper and
scribbled her junk mail address. She didn't want him
calling, but this should do. She handed it to him
through the window and sped away. Her hand slid between
her legs and rubbed her pussy, almost checking to see if
it was ok. She felt flush with an emotion she couldn't
identify. But she knew what caused it. The realization
was unmistakable.
She was now officially a whore.
***
The implications and realizations of her actions
bombarded Tracy the rest of the night. She lay in bed,
her pussy still tingling from the two men's
penetrations. She dreamt that night of silhouettes and
strangers fondling her, caressing her. She woke up
several times with the phantom sensation of her cunt
throbbing as if rammed into just moments before. The
thing was, she liked sex. She always had. Since she gave
her virginity up at thirteen, she had averaged sex about
three times a week, she figured.
Her boyfriends tended to want it 3-4 times a day once
she first joined them in bed, and even her long-term
relationships never suffered from a lack of intercourse.
So. what was so wrong with the idea of doing something
so pleasurable as an occupation? She knew how men looked
at her.
She couldn't go out in public without being lusted after
and fantasized about by every straight man who saw her.
Normally, they would never have a chance to fuck her.
But, for the right price, any man she allowed would gain
access to the sweet fruits of her body - her precious
assets.
The plan formulated in her mind during sleep and half
sleep. She would seduce men for money. She could refuse
or ignore any man to whom she was totally unattracted.
With any luck, she would earn a substantial amount of
money and have some great sex.
After all, new lovers tend to be intense of not
prolonged. And she always had Brandon for the love and
tenderness she would need to be happy. And what a
perfect plan in case Jack had her fired. She could
easily pay back the money she took, so hopefully that's
all that would happen.
So what about the prices? Five-hundred for fucking?
Three-fifty for blowjobs? She could entice with fifty
dollars a breast for two minutes of rubbing and
squeezing. Was that too high? She had no idea! But the
math was intoxicating. She could fuck five times a week
and make $2500. She could pay for her groceries with a
few simple fondlings. Money would never be an issue
again. Not until she got old, anyway!
***
Tracy woke up at 9:30 an immediately called in sick.
They acted unsuspecting. No accusations. She thought
perhaps she should quit, but realized she still needed
to put on the show of work, especially to Brandon. Poor
Brandon, she knew how much he worried about losing her.
And how nervous he was at the thought of another man
pumping her. She was going to fuck other men, she had
decided. But it wouldn't be cheating. After all, she
still loved him.
After showing she proceeded to her closet. She separated
her clothing into two categories: slutty and normal.
Today she would wear slutty. She was dying to see how
easy it would be to drum up new business. She slipped on
a short yellow skirt. If the wind caught it right, it
would reveal a lot more. She had a matching half-shirt
with buttons to go with it, along with panties and a
bra. She left the bra at home.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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