0 comments/ 84173 views/ 12 favorites Tracy's Assets By: storysman 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 everyday 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 and 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-fiancée 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 linked 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 he 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 no where 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 though 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 though 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 if 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. Tracy's Assets 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 remove done hand from her breast and tried to lift the skirt up. He was treated to a moment of beauty as her entire panties cam 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 he 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. Se 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 fiancée 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 fiancée 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 hook-up. 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. The he turned back, rather smugly. "Still no fiancée, 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…" The 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 now! 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 returning the to 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 he breasts, squeezed her nipples, and kissed her body to his hearts 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! Tracy's Assets 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. The park seemed a perfect place to meet a fine young man. She laced up her roller blades and headed out. To no surprise, nearly every guy's head turned as she zipped by. All male eyes turned on her and those perfect golden legs. They could see the full orb shapes of her breasts in the yellow top, but she moved to fast to provide much detail. Within an hour, she noticed a man over and over again passing her on the path. He smiled that flirty smile stronger and stronger with each pass. Interestingly enough, she felt her body tingle at the excitement of seducing him. A slight slippery wetness was forming between her legs, and its source was not sweat. Tracy stopped at the drinking fountain, pulled her hair to her side, and smiled as she sensed him pull up behind her. The small talk was its usual silliness. Pointless and barely entertaining… she would have blown off this guy normally even if single, but today she patiently listened to his come-on. Tracy let it be known she was tired, and that her car was all the way on the other side of the park. "Would you like a ride?' the stranger asked eagerly. As she hoped, his car was on this side of the park. "Sure! That would be great!" Tracy answered. He opened the door for her. He stole glimpses down her top as she squirmed into the passenger seat. He sat quietly as he drove her the ½ mile. She knew he was searching for the words to ask her out. She noticed the bulge in his shorts. They came to a stop, and he had that moment of panic in his eyes. He had to ask something. Something! Tracy out her hand on his leg. "Thank you." She cooed. That was all he needed. "Hey, any chance of letting me buy you lunch?" Tracy smiled at him, leaving her hand on his leg. She swore she could feel the blood pressure increase where she touched. "How about you buy my groceries?" The man looked bewildered, and started to repeat the question. Tracy looked down her shirt, then back at him. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked. He was too stunned to reply. "I think you do, since you've been staring at them since we met." Tracy sat back, and undid a couple buttons. Her cleavage surged forward. She took his hand in his, and brought it against them, against the shirt. "Tell you what." She said smiling. "You can have them right now. You can feel them, touch them, squeeze them right now. If you buy my groceries." He still seemed confused. "Think about it. No dinners, no waiting, no wondering if your attempts to get me to like you are working… what do you say?" This hadn't been what he was planning, but what the hell? "Sure. I can handle that!" he said, smiling back. He reached for the remaining buttons Tracy caught his hands. "Two minutes." She said. "You can have two minutes." He nodded. Tracy let go is hands, which shakingly undid the buttons and revealed the uncovered the beautiful pleasure of her naked breasts. "Oh, God…" he whispered. He started slow, pushing his fingers into the soft flesh, rubbing his hands in a small circular fashion. His eyes rolled back, but only for a moment. He then just stared at her hardening nipples, and enjoyed squeezing them in his fingertips. He kneaded her breasts, pushing them together and moaning at the cleavage they created. He knelt in for a suck, unsure if this was allowed. But the beautiful girl didn't flinch, even as his mouth closed and bit ever-so-slightly. "Mmph…" he moaned as he sucked in earnest. They rocked slightly in the seat. Tracy felt his tongue flick her nipple, and the slightly-cold wetness of his lips spread across her chest. He experimented with each breast. Tasting it and testing it as if to see which was his favorite. Tracy eyed the clock in the car. Thirty seconds left. She wondered how hard it would be to get him off her. She noticed her panties were visible. The action they had engaged had hiked up her skirt. As she went to pull it down, the man's cut in front of her, landing open-palmed on her thigh. It moved up, about to cup her pussy. She grabbed it. "That's a hundred." She said. He stopped and looked her. "Are you a prostitute?" he asked. "What do you think?" "How much… for everything?" "Five-hundred." I came right out. She guessed that would be her price! "I don't have that much. That's too much." "Well, " she pulled his hand away. "You're two minutes are up." She pulled away, and began re-buttoning her shirt. He hadn't taken his eyes of her pussy. He wanted it so bad… "Do you have a hundred?" she asked. "Yes." He said dutifully. "What do I get for that." "Do you want to feel my pussy?" Tracy asked. "Yes." He said. "For $100, you get to finger me." She thought. What was good for $100? She would just have to make it up as she went. "And eat me." Hmm, for how long? She was kind of turned on, she could use a little attention! "For five minutes." The man scrambled for his wallet. Tracy noticed at least two hundreds and a couple of fifties. She slipped a hundred into her shirt, and immediately. "You know, she said. You can pay me the $100 and feel my pussy. But do you really think you can stop without fucking me?" He looked at her. God, he wanted to fuck her! "If you pay me $500 now, you get everything. If you rub by pussy for five minutes then decide you want to fuck me, that will cost a total of $600." "But I only have a couple hundred bucks still on me." "Got an ATM card?" she asked. "Yeah." She smiled at him, and rubbed her cunt slightly. "What… um, how long do I get?" "Until you cum." She replied. The man started his car. They were headed to the bank. Twenty minutes later Tracy's shirt was re-opened. Her breasts bounced up and down as she lifted and lowered her hips. They were back a the park, parked in the most empty section of the parking lot. The seats of the car had been collapsed, and the strange man beneath her moaned with utmost pleasure as she slid her pussy up and don his cock. His hands fondled her breasts, fighting with the shirt as it hung at the sides. "Oh God… Oh God…" he moaned. "Why don't do you get on top?" she asked. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard…" With a burst of energy he took her suggestion. Tracy opened her legs for him as she got on her back. He pulled her shirt off, leaving her completely naked. As hot as she was, tough, he wanted his money's worth. He sucked and nibbled at her breasts for a good five minutes as Tracy jerked him off. As much as he wanted to ram himself into that perfect, tan little cunt, he first rubbed it, slipped his fingers inside it, and tasted it. Now Tracy moaned as his tongue flicked inside her. It was an honest moan, as his technique was surprisingly good. He worked her body deftly. Rubbing her breasts… pinching her nipples… and bring her hips to tremble with the sensitive probings of his tongue. She welcomed his penetration when it came, and bucked against him as he fucked her. Their movements were somewhat limited inside the car, but she felt his cock plunge all the way inside her -- the wetness of her pussy made the humps smooth and incredible. Tracy began moaning, and took over squeezing her breasts. Just last night she refused to add to her pleasure by pinching her nipples, but now did so enthusiastically. "Uhhh! You fuck me so good! You fuck me so good!" she wailed. The approval spurred the stranger on, and his thrusts became fast and uncontrollable. He felt himself getting overcome -- the sight of her bouncing breasts, her nipples being pinched by her own fingers, the sight of his cock glistening with her juice as it rammed repeatedly into the hottest pussy he had ever had. And the feeling… the sublime feeling shooting up and down his shaft as her wet pussy coated his cock in pleasure and sensation as he thrust it deep inside. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!' he screamed as he came. He thrusted madly as the sperm shot out of his cock and into Tracy's pussy. He let every ounce go inside her. He was fucking her, and cumming incised her seemed mandatory to truly be fucking her. Tracy was almost tempted to lay there with him and continue to be fondled and caressed. But if she was going to do this as a business, she would have to be very strict on ending the session. She slid out from her lover, not fussing as he continued to squeeze her nipples and kiss her back. She managed to squeeze back into her top and fasten one button. She pulled her skirt back up as the stranger kissed her legs. She had to step out of the car to return her yellow panties to their proper position, and she smiled at another man walking by as she finished butting her shirt. His eyes caught the brief exposure of her breasts, and knew the incredibly hot chick in front of him had just been fucked. "How jealous, he must be." Tracy thought, but decided not to try to make him her next customer. She was about to leave when she remembered two things. First, she was a good ways from her own car. Second, the man owed her some groceries! She opened the window and knelt in, making sure to her cleavage surged nicely into view. "So are we off to the store now?" she asked, smiling. "Huh?" "You know, you got two minutes of fondling my tits in exchange to buy my groceries. So are we ready to go to the store? "You're still gonna make me do that? You took all my money!" Tracy laughed. "Come on, you have an ATM card and I'm sure some credit cards." She half-expected him not to pay, and was deciding what to do about that. But, he probably realized that if he didn't, she would never fuck him again. And if he did, who knew? Maybe she'd got hot for a freebie. Off to the local store they went. He didn't quite get a freebie, but Tracy let him steal some feels down her shirt and up her skirt as she picked items off he shelf. He even started humping against her at one point, but she giggled and reminded him they were in public. All-in-all, she charged under sixty dollars in groceries. She gave the man a kiss, and offered a new email address. He was a good customer, and she definitely felt willing to do business with him again. Tracy counted the money in her hands with disbelief. She made a thousand dollars in cash in less than 24 hours by letting two men rapid-fire their cocks into her. Her debt was erased, and soon she'd have plenty extra! He kept going over figures in her mind, $500 a day, or maybe 2 men a day for $1000 with weekends off. She knew she would have to get a few things established, she couldn't fuck men in their cars all the time. Of course, she couldn't bring them home. She didn't like the idea of the strangers being able to pop by at any moment, especially when Brandon was there! She could go to the men's homes, and if that got dangerous she would get a cheap hotel or apartment that she could use when needed. The relief of financial freedom made her feel giddy. Despite her recent intercourse, she felt aroused and ready for sex. She stopped at a Victoria's Secret on the way home and picked out a nice ensemble consisting of a hot pink bra, panties and a robe. She was going to pay for them herself, but realized the boyfriends and husbands in the store that were ogling her from the moment she walked in would happily pay. She slipped them her email, her prices, and let them pick out the evening and time for their visit. She scheduled four men over the next two days. She didn't go beyond that as Brandon would be coming home. She couldn't wait for him. She wanted to experience his loving touch, and his educated love-making that satisfied her every need. Upon getting home, she immediately changed into her hand-picked outfit. She admired herself in the mirror, and promised herself this outfit was for Brandon only. In fact, she would make a list of Brandon-only outfits, as he was still the man she loved and there were certain pleasures she would reserve just for him. No anal sex, no use of toys, and no oils or exotic positions. Well, maybe the positions, she would wait and see, but she really wanted to keep some things for her lover. She would have saved blow jobs, but she knew her clients would expect them. She realized she had spent quite a bit of time admiring herself. It wasn't as simple as being attractive anymore, it was a matter of business. She felt herself through the bra, trying to imagine what thoughts and feelings would be going through a strange man. She wondered if she would notice any patterns, like did they go first to her breasts or pussy? How long before they stripped her and themselves naked? How long would they last one their cocks were frantically rubbing the inside of her cunt? Tracy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. The first of her customers! She figured these first few would be ok since Brandon wouldn't be home. Tracy closed her robe and opened the door. The excited father and husband entered. "Hello, glad you could make it." She led him inside. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name before." He hesitated before stating, "Dave." His pause was enough for her to know it was a fake name. "Well, Dave, why don't you come over here and remind me of the outfit you'd like me to where." He looked at the couch, which was lined with the silken bras, teddies and panties her customers had purchased for her. "Um, the green there." "Oh, yes, these are nice." Tracy picked up the matching bra and panty set. "Ok, wait a moment while I change." Tracy didn't see the man examine the remaining items. She didn't see his trembling hands as he imagined her in each and every piece of attire. But she thought about it. She hoped all those outfits would inspire her customers to return and see her anew. She did she his expression as she stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in a white dress shirt – completely open – and the most delicate and shiny green bra and panties. "Now were you interested in the blow job or the fucking?" The man gulped. "The fucking…" It was the day of Brandon's return. Tracy sat on the couch, lightly stroking the hot pink fabric above her pussy awaiting the arrival of her man. She knew she didn't have much longer to wait, and found it difficult to contain the excitement building within her. Her cunt had been penetrated five times by five different men in the past week, but the urge to be with her lover was unbearable. She thought comfortably of new baseball card tucked snugly in it's holder. Brandon would never know what had happened. And he would never know about her new career path. Everything was going wonderfully. She heard a knock at the door. Brandon! She bounded over, her heart racing with the anticipation of seeing him surprised and the passionate love-making that would follow. But it was Jack. Tracy froze in the doorway. "Wha.. what are you doing here!" "I'm here to see my girl!" he said gleefully. His eyes lit up as he scanned her perfect, exposed body. "God, I want to fuck you." He said and stepped inside. "What?" You're crazy! I would never TOUCH you again, let alone fuck you, you God-damn bastard!" Jack turned on a dime, grabbing her arm and yanking her towards him. "Look, bitch…" Tracy froze with fear at his tone. "I'm gonna fuck you today, I'm gonna fuck you tomorrow. I'm gonna fuck you whenever I want to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it!" Tracy noticed his hand-held video camera in his free hand. His plan was clear. He already had one tape of her engaged in apparently consensual sex with him. He planned to make more. Her planned to fuck her at will without paying and without reward. And she had to let him. She tried to think quickly of a way out. A way to refute the one tape before an entire library of their sexual encounters was built. But her thoughts were interrupted as Jack yanked on the bra strap. The thin fabric snapped, exposing her right breast.. Jack immediately groped her, feeling for resistance as much as for the pleasure of her breast and nipple against the palm of his hand. There was none. Tracy's eyes were turned down in submission. Jack ceased his fondling and moved to setup the camera. "Now don't try to say anything on the tape that I wouldn't like." He said. "I can edit any of that out."