Tracy's Assets

Hmmm, Jack thought. The idea came to him to recreate those maddening moments. He could relive each position, each pose that she had used consciously or unconsciously to excite and captivate him. He took a step back, then sat in a chair.

"Come here." He said. And when Tracy was a few steps away, he motioned for her to stop. "Lean down." Tracy bent at the waist, and as her upper torso came down, her breasts swelled with the force of gravity. The pulled away slightly from her body, and pressed more tightly together to form a long, curved sight of cleavage. Her bra struggled to contain them. Tracy brace herself with the arms of the chair, and lifted her up towards the ceiling, avoiding the sight of Jack's bulging eyes. This only proved to push her breasts out more.

Now Jack could do what he had always wanted to every time Tracy had come to him in the office and knelt before him such as this. His left hand went upward and began caressing the soft underside of her breast – still through her shirt. He smiled with ultimate pleasure.

Tracy was beginning to realize her hope of quick intercourse was not to be. Jack was going to play with her, tease himself with her, for the entire night she had promised. He wasn't going to cum inside her once or twice. She could see the animal lust in his eyes and knew they'd be fucking all the way until morning. Oh well, she thought, there were worse ways to earn $500.

"Sit in the chair. Jack said as he stood up. Tracy followed instructions and took Jack's place in the seat. Jack moved beside her, just as he would if he was at her desk. He moved behind her, then to the other side, always keeping his eyes on the beautiful sight of her plunging blouse. He was again behind her, now placing his hands on her shoulders. He began rubbing. A nice friendly massage whose only price was the examination of her breasts. God, they were so perfect! So round, so creamy, so… Jack slid his hands down her chest in a flash. His fingers slipped inside the blouse and moved across her soft, rounded flesh. With a little effort, he managed to squeeze his fingers inside her bra. His cock was absolutely throbbing.

He needed to feel her nipples against his fingertips, but the tight satin of the bra refused to yield enough room to accomplish his goal. So he stepped in front of Tracy, noticing she refused to look at him or her now greatly exposed chest. Jack knelt in and kissed her neck. He started kissing lower and lower as his hands fingered for the clasp of her bra. He paused his kissing when he reached his fingers. He watched closely as he undid the clasp and the satin fell away. Her nipples were still covered but he could now see the entire channel of flesh that ran between her breasts and the full curves that formed it. All he needed to do now was flick his fingers on each side and the satin would reveal the forbidden portion of a woman's breast.

Tracy's eyes were on the floor. They wouldn't acknowledge the intruding fingertips squeezing and caressing her sexual areas.

Jack's eyes were wide-open, his heart pounded as he flicked his fingers and saw that Tracy's nipples were as perfect as he had imagined them to be. Instantly his fingers groped and squeezed. He felt his cock pulse with need and the slight shift of Tracy's body from the tight pressure on the dark protrusions of flesh. His hands began groping her in a strong, wide-open fashion. Her breasts compressed and bounced as his hands squeezed and lifted. Jack leaned against the chair, rubbing his cock slightly to relieve the pain of lust building inside. His eyes moved downward, and he noticed how far Tracy's skirt had hiked up her legs. God, perfect legs! Jack imagined the head of his cock sliding along her smooth, fleshy thighs and up towards her cunt. In a flash he remove done hand from her breast and tried to lift the skirt up. He was treated to a moment of beauty as her entire panties cam into view. But it was more of tug than a concerted effort to expose her pussy region, and the skirt fell back down, leaving only the tiniest, outermost point of the white silk panties still visible. It was like an innocent flash - -the slight shape of her cunt filling and pushing against the smooth white silk. Only about an inch was visible, but it was absolutely maddening!

Jack broke his hand free from Tracy's breast and began sliding his finger up and down against the small area of exposed panty. He felt the shape of the lips, of her perfect pussy through the fabric. His hand cupped her, forcing more of the skirt up over her leg. The panties were exquisite. A perfect sheen of white over her cunt linked to a similar patch covering her ass by the thinnest of strands over her hips.

Jack lost control. He fell between her legs, his one hand still pressed against Tracy's naked breast. But that feel away as he needed it to lift her skirt further, and allow his mouth and tongue access to the beautifully-pantied pussy. He kissed her cunt, then licked it. Then sucked it. He wanted to taste her, taste her juice. His hands yanked on the thin straps, and the perfect sheen came down revealing a neatly trimmed V of pussy hair and the pinkness of her opening. Tracy, looking away, lifted her legs and allowed Jack to remove her panties.

She didn't expect him to go down on her. She figured he would be so ripe with lust that his cock would be in her, pumping inside her, within minutes of her arrival. But instead she felt Jack's tongue plunge inside her. She felt its length wriggle inside her shaft. And she felt something else – she was lubricating. Her body wasn't aware this sexual contact wasn't wanted. It readied itself for penetration. Jack seemed to sense the slight arousal, and increased his licking and kissing. Tracy instinctively wanted to pinch her nipples, as she loved to do when Brandon ate her, but she refused that pleasure.

A little quip emerged from her, however, as Jack reached his finger inside. The penetration felt good, even from him, and she had to catch herself from moaning the delight. Jack raced his finger in and out of her – the speed increasing as her juice lubricated the walls of her cunt.

"God, you are so hot! God, you are so HOT!" Jack moaned as he broke a long silence. Tracy noticed his cock and couldn't imagine it any harder. Jack had a fairly large penis, and she was actually glad her body had prepared for the penetration.

Jack lunged at her, kissing her. She didn't return his kisses, but couldn't quite fend them off. She felt his cock slap against her, and his hands slide up and down her back. Their weight became awkward, and the two collapsed to the ground.

Tracy barely had a moment to ready herself. Jack's cock had landed against her pussy, and that proximity was too much to bear. Jack's arms slid under her body, and in a heavy and hard thrust he entered her.

"Uhhh!" Tracy didn't want to cry out, but she couldn't help it. Jack's swollen cock filled her tightly. It became fully lubed after a few thrusts, and within seconds he was humping her has hard and fast as possible.

Tracy continued to grunt softly as her pussy was continually filled. Jack was moaning, almost yelling with the tickling pleasure against the head of his cock. He was fell in love with her cunt… it was so perfect… so good.

Jack raised his body up to gain more leverage. He stared at the full breasts underneath him and relished the bounce he could induce with his thrusts. He knelt down, taking her nipple into his mouth as he continued humping. He was so aware of his cock… so sensitive to the feelings that surrounded it as he plunged into his beautiful purchase. He pushed inside her as deeply as possible, trying to spread the ecstasy throughout his body. His hips settled into a rhythm, his body locked in position as his thrusts moved with mechanical precision.

He lasted about another thirty seconds before he felt his orgasm mount and explode out of his cock. The force was somewhat painful, but quickly turned into soothing pleasure. Jack collapsed onto Tracy's naked chest and began slowly caressing the nipple in front of his face.

Tracy gave him a moment, then squirmed out from under Jack as he continued to paw at her flesh. She felt the sudden urge to conceal her naked body, and grabbed her skirt which was the closest article of clothing to her. Her breasts dangled tantalizingly as she pulled the short, thin skirt up her legs. She noticed Jack's eyes fixated on her breasts, and knew she had better conceal them as quickly as possible before he assumed he was entitled to second fucking.

"So where's my money?" she asked as she reached for her blouse.

"What money?" Jack asked.

"Don't be funny. My $500. Where is it?"

Jack stared at her with unbreaking lust, and sweet satisfaction.

"I'm not paying." He said.

"I beg your pardon?" She stopped and turned back to face him still bare-breasted.

"I just wanted to fuck you. I never had any intention of paying you the $500." He HAD raped her.

Tracy was frozen, then began shaking. "We had a deal! We had a fucking deal!" she screamed. Tears started to well in her eyes. She lunged at Jack, trying to hit him. He caught her arms, then licked he right breast.

"Uggh!!" she turned in disgust, breaking his grasp. Jack grabbed her from behind, and Tracy felt his cock against her ass. It was starting to re-harden.

"God, I want to fuck your tits."

"Tracy broke free. "You'd better pay me, asshole! I'll say you raped me!"

Jack shook his head. "Won't work…" he pointed to his stereo. "See that?" Tracy squinted, and noticed one of the components was not meant for audio but rather for video. And the red light of operation glared at her face.

"I bet it look very consensual on tape." He said. "I bet it looks like you really wanted it." He looked again at her breasts. "Now come here, I have those tits to fuck!"

Tracy's eyes began streaming. She knew she had to get out of there. She grabbed her blouse and ran down the stairs. She remembered her sandals as she nearly tripped over them. As she lifted them from the floor, she realized her bra and panties were still upstairs.

She wasn't going to risk going back to get them.

Clutching the blouse to her still naked chest, Tracy ran for her car. She expected Jack to be right behind her, ready to tackle her and fuck her on the lawn. He wasn't. She saw him in the window, silhouetted against the lights behind him. She turned, and quickly put on her blouse, buttoning only a few before she jumped into the car.

Tracy was barely able to get the key into the ignition. Her hands trembled violently as the feelings had swept through. She had been fucked – literally and figuratively. Her pussy still throbbed from the thrusts she had endured. Her heart pounded inside her heaving beasts. Finally she got the car started. She drove over the curb as she sped away from Jack's apartment. She replayed the events of the night in her mind. The groping… the squeezing… Jack's penis emerging from his pants, hardened with lust for her. Feeling his cock penetrate her cunt, and the crazed look of satisfaction and fucking in Jack's eyes.

She slowed to a stop at the first traffic light, and crashed onto he steering wheel and the tears burst out of her. Had the evening gone as planned, she would have been a whore. Since it didn't, she felt betrayal and the desperation of still needing a quick five-hundred dollars.

The light seemed to stay red for an eternity, which was just as well. Tracy felt incapacitated -- unable to face the drive home to look in Brandon's eyes. Se noticed the neon sign of a bar across from her. She could use a drink, of that she was certain.

In a blur she parked the car and entered the bar. It was dark, and only somewhat loud. She made straight for the bartender.

She counted three of the beers she drank, but lost count after that. The drunkenness that overcame her was a welcome blanket of relief. She had never cheated on Brandon, and still felt that was so. She had never fucked another guy before tonight, but no… She didn't fuck him. She was bribed. She was forced. She was raped.

"Excuse me, can I buy you a drink?"

A stranger was standing next to her. She looked at him, ready to punch him for starting at her the way he was. He wanted her, too. She wondered if HE felt she was worth five-hundred dollars.

"Do I look like I need another drink?" she snapped as she glanced at the collection of empty beer bottles.

"One more can never hurt." The man replied. She saw his eyes catch the reflection of the engagement ring she was flashing. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't drink alone."

"I won't be for long. My fiancée is do here any minute." She flashed the ring more obviously.

"Ok. It's just that, if I were him, I wouldn't let you out of my site. I know what guys like me would like to do to you."

He left. Tracy wanted to leave before he realized there was no fiancée coming, but she knew she wasn't fit to drive. She noticed her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The ramifications of her hurried redressing at Jack's were now known. Only a few buttons on her blouse were buttoned, and the oversight of putting her bra back on had left her nipples incredibly visible through her shirt. She glanced back over at her potential hook-up. His eyes couldn't leave the sight of her breasts. His eyes bore the same look she had seen in Jack – a nearly uncontrollable lust to fuck her.

So what could she do? She was trapped here at the bar with a man that wanted to fuck her. She was trapped at work by a man who HAD fucked her. If she wasn't careful, she'd be in jail trapped by men and probably women that wanted to fuck her.

And the thought of no money came back to her. She didn't have the money to replace the card. Nor did she have the money to put back in the petty cash. She was fucked.

She looked again at her potential suitor, or potential fucker anyway. He casually turned his head away from staring at her enticing nipples. The he turned back, rather smugly.

"Still no fiancée, huh?"

Tracy's immediate instinct was to leave, but just before she moved her body to do so, another idea came to mind. Yes… a better idea…

"Nope. I guess not." A wave of adrenaline passed through her. "Is that offer of a drink still good?" she asked the stranger.

"Uh, yeah! Of course!" He got the attention of the bartender. Tracy took his distraction as an opportunity to change her sitting position. She turned her body to the stranger, leaning forward slightly and squeezed her breasts between her arms.

Tracy knew how to flirt when she wanted to. His eyes continued to fix on the plunging cleavage in front of him, and Tracy did nothing to discourage him. She drank the drinks he bought her, touching him playfully each time or when he attempted some humor. She didn't move away when her moved his face in closer. She didn't act insulted when his hand landed on her knee. The stranger had to begin to believe he was in the process of seducing this beautiful young woman, and she was sure his mind was filled with the fantasy of undressing her, caressing her, and penetrating her. She built his confidence. She made him believe there was no way he could fail.

"So…" he said eventually. "What do you say we get out of here?"

Tracy smiled that knowing smile. That agreeing knowing smile. She leaned in close to him, he lips nearly against his. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

If she hadn't been smiling, the stranger might have thought she was offended. If she leaned in so close, he might have thought she was offended. If she hadn't cupped his fully erect cock was she said it, he might have thought she was offended. But he thought she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad." He replied.

Tracy rubbed is cock through his pants briefly. The stranger's eyes began to glaze. "Got five-hundred dollars?" she asked.

"What???" The stranger froze, but didn't pull back."

"Five-hundred. That's how much it is." She stated confidently. She still needed the cash. She had already fucked a man for it that night, why not another?

"What are you, some kind of whore?" he asked shocked and angry.

"Actually, no." she replied. "I have something you want, and from the looks of you have something I want. What do you say?"

"I don't pay for sex." He said confidently.

"Give me your hand." Tracy instructed. The man complied. Tracy took it by the forefinger and brought it against her breasts. She couldn't believe what she was doing. The events of the night combined with the alcohol had given her determination. The soft tissue easily indented from the force of the push. She moved her free hand to one top of the few done buttons and with beautiful skill, separated the two sides of her blouse little more. The amount was just enough for strangers hand to cause the blouse to fall away slightly and expose her left breast. Half of her nipple was in view, and she quickly guided the stranger's forefinger to touch it.

The man's mouth hung open, his face frozen as she moved his finger over her naked breast and down her stomach. She guided it between her legs where the hurried nature of her exit from Jack's was again paying advantage. She had forgotten to put on her bra, and so it was also for her panties. The stranger could most certainly feel the shape of her pussy underneath the thin fabric of her skirt. She released his hand, leaned in and whispered. - "Five-hundred…"

The man paused for a few seconds. "Ok…"

The got up and headed outside. Tracy wasn't sure where to do it, but remembered the seats in her Explorer were down. She lead him to her car, and lifted back door.

"Pay first." She said with a smile. She wouldn't make that mistake now! As hoped, the man's wallet still contained a large wad of cash. He easily produced the $500, which Tracy slipped into the glove box before returning the to back. The two climbed into the Explorer. The man pulled the door shut, then immediately lunged at his beautiful date.

He kissed her frantically and felt for the 2 remaining buttons that bound her blouse. As soon as they were undone, he descended onto her breasts, groping and kissing them with such passion and lust she wondered which he enjoyed more. Tracy laid on her back, numb to the ravaging of her body both physically and mentally. She had to do nothing. The man massaged he breasts, squeezed her nipples, and kissed her body to his hearts content as she remained motionless. She lifted her ass momentarily for him to slide off her pants and also to apply the much needed lubricant to her cunt, but didn't move as he rammed his cock inside her.

"You're so fucking hot!" he screamed over and over, followed by "God, oh, God!" It was a completely different fuck than Jack had done. This one was ruled by instantaneous lust. An need to fuck her so overwhelming that he didn't have the time to plan a fantasy and savor the sensation of his penis plunging into her cunt. It was only a few moments before she felt his sperm explode inside her. His hands squeezed her tits as he shuddered with the release. As soon as he felt done, Tracy sat up and reached for her clothes.

"Is that it?" he asked.

"Yep. Unless you want to spend another $500."

The man quietly regained his clothing, but wearing a smile he didn't possess when he entered the car. "You felt so fucking good." He said. "God, you are so hot!"

Tracy urged him out of the Explorer. She didn't bother to get her pants on. Instead, she climbed into the driver's seat with her blouse barely covering her pussy. She started the car, then opened the glove box. The money was still there.

She looked at the bills. Some crisp, some not so crisp. Five hundred dollars. For sex. It seemed so easy. She fucked for money. And that realization led to another. She could fuck again for money!