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-fianc‚e 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.
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 fianc‚e 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 fianc‚e
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 fianc‚e, 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.
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"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!
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 « 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.