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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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