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From: storysman@my-deja.com
Subject: {ASSM} Tracy's Assets PT. 2
Date: Fri,  8 Dec 2000 07:10:06 -0500
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PART 2

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   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.

   Tracy was almost tempted to lay there with him and continue to be
fondled and caressed.  But if she was going to do this as a business, she
would have to be very strict on ending the session.  She slid out from her
lover, not fussing as he continued to squeeze her nipples and kiss her
back. She managed to squeeze back into her top and fasten one button.  She
pulled her skirt back up as the stranger kissed her legs.  She had to step
out of the car to return her yellow panties to their proper position, and
she smiled at another man walking by as she finished butting her shirt. 
His eyes caught the brief exposure of her breasts, and knew the incredibly
hot chick in front of him had just been fucked.  "How jealous, he must be."
Tracy thought, but decided not to try to make him her next customer.



   She was about to leave when she remembered two things.  First, she was a
good ways from her own car.  Second, the man owed her some groceries!  She
opened the window and knelt in, making sure to her cleavage surged nicely
into view.

   "So are we off to the store now?" she asked, smiling.

   "Huh?"

   "You know, you got two minutes of fondling my tits in exchange to buy my
groceries.  So are we ready to go to the store?

   "You're still gonna make me do that?  You took all my money!"

   Tracy laughed.  "Come on, you have an ATM card and I'm sure some credit
cards." She half-expected him not to pay, and was deciding what to do about
that.  But, he probably realized that if he didn't, she would never fuck
him again.  And if he did, who knew?  Maybe she'd got hot for a freebie.

   Off to the local store they went.  He didn't quite get a freebie, but
Tracy let him steal some feels down her shirt and up her skirt as she
picked items off he shelf.  He even started humping against her at one
point, but she giggled and reminded him they were in public.  All-in-all,
she charged under sixty dollars in groceries.  She gave the man a kiss, and
offered a new email address.  He was a good customer, and she definitely
felt willing to do business with him again.



   Tracy counted the money in her hands with disbelief.  She made a
thousand dollars in cash in less than 24 hours by letting two men rapidfire
their cocks into her.  Her debt was erased, and soon she'd have plenty
extra!  He kept going over figures in her mind, $500 a day, or maybe 2 men
a day for $1000 with weekends off.  She knew she would have to get a few
things established, she couldn't fuck men in their cars all the time.  Of
course, she couldn't bring them home.  She didn't like the idea of the
strangers being able to pop by at any moment, especially when Brandon was
there!  She could go to the men's homes, and if that got dangerous she
would get a cheap hotel or apartment that she could use when needed.

   The relief of financial freedom made her feel giddy.  Despite her recent
intercourse, she felt aroused and ready for sex.  She stopped at a
Victoria's Secret on the way home and picked out a nice ensemble consisting
of a hot pink bra, panties and a robe.  She was going to pay for them
herself, but realized the boyfriends and husbands in the store that were
ogling her from the moment she walked in would happily pay.  She slipped
them her email, her prices, and let them pick out the evening and time for
their visit.  She scheduled four men over the next two days.  She didn't go
beyond that as Brandon would be coming home.  She couldn't wait for him. 
She wanted to experience his loving touch, and his educated love-making
that satisfied her every need.

   Upon getting home, she immediately changed into her hand-picked outfit.
She admired herself in the mirror, and promised herself this outfit was for
Brandon only.  In fact, she would make a list of Brandon-only outfits, as
he was still the man she loved and there were certain pleasures she would
reserve just for him.  No anal sex, no use of toys, and no oils or exotic
positions.  Well, maybe the positions, she would wait and see, but she
really wanted to keep some things for her lover.  She would have saved blow
jobs, but she knew her clients would expect them.

   She realized she had spent quite a bit of time admiring herself.  It
wasn't as simple as being attractive anymore, it was a matter of business.
She felt herself through the bra, trying to imagine what thoughts and
feelings would be going through a strange man.  She wondered if she would
notice any patterns, like did they go first to her breasts or pussy?  How
long before they stripped her and themselves naked?  How long would they
last one their cocks were frantically rubbing the inside of her cunt?

   Tracy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.  The first of
her customers!  She figured these first few would be ok since Brandon
wouldn't be home.  Tracy closed her robe and opened the door.  The excited
father and husband entered.

   "Hello, glad you could make it." She led him inside.  "I'm sorry, I
didn't get your name before." He hesitated before stating, "Dave." His
pause was enough for her to know it was a fake name.

   "Well, Dave, why don't you come over here and remind me of the outfit
you'd like me to where." He looked at the couch, which was lined with the
silken bras, teddies and panties her customers had purchased for her.

   "Um, the green there."

   "Oh, yes, these are nice." Tracy picked up the matching bra and panty
set.  "Ok, wait a moment while I change."

   Tracy didn't see the man examine the remaining items.  She didn't see
his trembling hands as he imagined her in each and every piece of attire.
But she thought about it.  She hoped all those outfits would inspire her
customers to return and see her anew.

   She did she his expression as she stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in
a white dress shirt - completely open - and the most delicate and shiny
green bra and panties.

   "Now were you interested in the blow job or the fucking?"

   The man gulped.  "The fucking."



   It was the day of Brandon's return.  Tracy sat on the couch, lightly
stroking the hot pink fabric above her pussy awaiting the arrival of her
man.  She knew she didn't have much longer to wait, and found it difficult
to contain the excitement building within her.  Her cunt had been
penetrated five times by five different men in the past week, but the urge
to be with her lover was unbearable.  She thought comfortably of new
baseball card tucked snugly in it's holder.  Brandon would never know what
had happened.  And he would never know about her new career path. 
Everything was going wonderfully.

   She heard a knock at the door.

   Brandon!  She bounded over, her heart racing with the anticipation of
seeing him surprised and the passionate love-making that would follow.

   But it was Jack.

   Tracy froze in the doorway.  "Wha..  what are you doing here!"

   "I'm here to see my girl!" he said gleefully.  His eyes lit up as he
scanned her perfect, exposed body.  "God, I want to fuck you." He said and
stepped inside.

   "What?" You're crazy!  I would never TOUCH you again, let alone fuck
you, you God-damn bastard!"

   Jack turned on a dime, grabbing her arm and yanking her towards him. 
"Look, bitch."

   Tracy froze with fear at his tone.

   "I'm gonna fuck you today, I'm gonna fuck you tomorrow.  I'm gonna fuck
you whenever I want to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it!"
Tracy noticed his hand-held video camera in his free hand.  His plan was
clear.  He already had one tape of her engaged in apparently consensual sex
with him.  He planned to make more.

   Her planned to fuck her at will without paying and without reward.

   And she had to let him.

   She tried to think quickly of a way out.  A way to refute the one tape
before an entire library of their sexual encounters was built.  But her
thoughts were interrupted as Jack yanked on the bra strap.  The thin fabric
snapped, exposing her right breast..  Jack immediately groped her, feeling
for resistance as much as for the pleasure of her breast and nipple against
the palm of his hand.

   There was none.  Tracy's eyes were turned down in submission.

   Jack ceased his fondling and moved to setup the camera.

   "Now don't try to say anything on the tape that I wouldn't like." He
said.  "I can edit any of that out."

   "Please," Tracy said.  A tear at formed in her eye as she looked at the
new ruined bra dangling over her chest.  "Brandon will be home any minute.
I'll fuck you.  I will.  We just have to do it later."

   Jack had placed the camera.  He grunted as he pulled of his pants and
exposed his fully erect cock.

   "Brandon might be coming home, eh?" He looked out the doorwall,
realizing he could see the parking lot.  "In guess we'd better keep our
eyes open!"

   Tracy was about to protest, but Jack stepped over to her.  "Now kiss me,
he said.  "Make it look it look like you care."

   Tracy didn't kiss him, but Jack kissed her.  She half-met his lips with
his as she noticed the intrusive red glare of the recording light.  She was
stiff was has hands moved over her breasts and his mouth kissed down her
neck.  But his advances did not look unwelcome.

   Jack turned Tracy so she faced the camera.  He could see past her and
through the window.  He would legitimately watch for Brandon.  After all,
if he caught him with her, it would be over.  So long as the secret was
kept, he would get to enjoy Tracy over and over.

   The new outfit was definitely ruined.  Aside from the broken bra strap,
the hot pink panties now showed the moisture of Jack's tongue and mouth. 
He buried his face into her pussy as he groped upwards for her breasts. 
But apparently sensitive to the urgency, he didn't waste too much time.  He
slowly forced Tracy back.  He forced her against the wall next to the
doorwall.  He took occasional glances out the window to see if Brandon's
car was pulling in.  But mostly he focused on the beautiful body at hand.

   He slid the panties down, and Tracy dutifully lifted her feet to allow
them to come off completely.  He kissed her one exposed breast, then slid
the bra completely from her.  Her bra was covered by his shirt after he
quickly removed and dropped it, and quite smoothly Jack's arms slid by
Tracy's, and with a sudden tug Jack's cock was brought forward and into
Tracy's cunt.

   His body bent slightly due to the height difference, Jack thrusted away.
Slowly at first, to find the right angle of effort, and then more quickly
as he found the right motion.  Tracy's arms lifted up as she took him
inside her.  She cupped her hands behind her head to keep from banging her
skull against the wall.  This arched her breasts forward, and Jack eagerly
lapped at her erect nipples as the poked straight outward.

   Jack checked the window in between grunts.  Still clear.  He humped with
extra effort for the camera, and pictured the recorded image in his mind.
But he was obscuring the camera view of the true beauty.  He noticed an
armchair in the corner.  He started reaching for it as he kissed her chest,
finally separating his body from hers so he could reposition the chair.

   He placed it close to the doorwall, then took Tracy by the arms and
guided her to the chair, but not to sit.  Move moved Tracy's hands to the
top of the chair, then tugged at her waist to step back.  She knew what he
wanted.

   Breasts dangling, Tracy was at least able to keep a watch for Brandon as
Jack's hands slid onto her ass and he thrusted his cock inside her from
behind.  She gripped the chair tightly for balance, and noticed how
violently her breasts were swaying as she received his penis.  Jack smiled
as he noticed the better positioning for the camera.  The tapes weren't
simply for blackmail.

   Jack leaned in close, mixing in kisses on the small of her back and
squeezing her ass with the hard thrusts into her pussy.  She was breathing
heavy, and fully lubricated for him, but her heart was certainly not in it.
Jack almost hoped that his attentions would convert her, that she would
quiver with deep orgasms and sigh with ultimate satisfaction as he fucked
her.  But she was indifferent - more concerned with the arrival of her
boyfriend than the sexual intercourse she was engaged in.

   There were several people walking outside.  Jack felt his arousal
increase all the more with the realization that he was fucking the hottest
woman in the complex as h watched them.  He looked down and loved the sight
Tracy's vaginal juice glistening of his cock.  He watched himself pump
inside her.  penetrate her.  He admired the perfection of her body, the
supple curves, the smooth skin.

   If only she felt the same.

   "Shit!  Hurry up!  It's Brandon!" Tracy screamed.

   Sure enough, Jack recognized Brandon's car turning into the parking lot.
He felt the adrenaline rush through him as he realized how close they were
to getting caught.  Then Tracy broke free.

   "Get back here!" Jack yelled.

   "No!  Brandon's here.  He'll see!"

   Jack was going to leave without fucking her - without cumming in her.

   "If you don't get back here, I'll let him see us!" He reached for her,
and forced her to the ground.  He spread her legs open as her head lowered
to the floor.  He was facing the doorwall, watching her boyfriend search
for a place to park.

   "Let me know you like it.  Show me how much you want me." Jack decreed,
his eyes still out the window.

   He pushed his cock back inside of Tracy.  She did nothing.

   "Fuck me back.  show me you like it if you want me to cum.  I'm not
stopping until I come!"



   He rammed inside her again.

   "Uhhh!  Oh God!" Tracy screamed.  She knew what he wanted.  Her head
tilted back, hoping to see Brandon's progress but she couldn't.  she had to
put on her best act.  She looked at Jack, and forced her face into a sultry
stare.

   "Fuck me, Jack.  Oh, fuck me!"

   That was all he needed.  Jack began humping wildly, ramming his cock
deep inside her as rapidly as he could.

   "Oh, Jack!  Oh, Jack!  Oh, your cock feels so good!  It's so good."
Jack's hips moved with precision.  His eyes darted from the sight of
Tracy's breasts flailing to the sight of Brandon getting out of his car,
then to the sight of his penis entering her pussy with blinding speed.  Her
cunt felt perfect.  absolutely perfect.

   "You fuck me so good!" Tracy said, trying to hide her panic.  She knew
had had to o all out.



   "Uh, you're so hot.  So good.  Your cock is so big.  Uh.  Uh.  Uh.  FUCK
ME!  CUM IN ME!  I WANT IT!  I NEED YOUR BIG, HOT MANHOOD!"

   Brandon was at the sidewalk, about to make his way up the stairs.  He
stopped for a moment to talk to a neighbor.  Jack wanted to freeze the
moment.  He was watching a man act as casual and as confident as one could
while he fucked his girlfriend.  While he had her screaming in pure ecstasy
with each deep plunge of his cock into her wanting pussy.  He wanted to
cum, but he wanted the sweetness of the moment to continue, even as Brandon
was climbing the steps.  He wanted to get caught.  He wanted Brandon to
some in and see his cock all the up and inside his pretty girlfriend's
body. He wanted Brandon to see her breasts bobbing in delight, and her
moans of pleasure.

   "Ooh!  I need you.  I need it!  Fuck me hard!" Tracy urged.  Hearing
those words made him want to explode inside her.

   Tracy knew she was just about out of time.  She had to make him cum. 
And now.  She had to say what so sorely wanted not to say.

   "Oooh." she moaned.  "You fuck me better than Brandon!"

   Jack moaned as her heard her.  A long, low moan as the sperm burst out
of the head of his cock .  He could have pumped it all into her, but pulled
out and let the stream squirt up her stomach and onto her tits.  Tracy's
hand was right there, stroking his shaft and forcing every ounce of orgasm
out of him.  When the last apparent drop was free, she pushed him away.

   She held back her tears as she shoved his clothes into his arms.  She
knew the severity of what had happened.  She had given Jack a tape saying
she wanted to fuck him over her love.  If Brandon ever saw that, it would
devastate him.

   Tracy pushed Jack toward the bedroom.  There was access to the fire
escape in there.

   "Get in there.  Get out" she yelled

   "I will.  " Jack said.  He looked her up and down.  Then grinned. 
"You'd better worry about yourself!"

   Tracy looked at her body.  Semen was dripping from her breasts and
stomach.  Her pussy glistened with wetness.  She huffed, and ran to get her
panties and bra as she heard Brandon's steps outside the door.  "Please
knock" she thought to herself.  She ran towards the bathroom.  "Excuse.. 
excuse..  " she thought.



   She turned on the shower, and crumpled the ripped bra and hide it inside
the cupboard underneath the sink.  She heard Brandon calling for her as he
entered the apartment.  She tossed the panties on the counter those she
could explain as a solitary purchase - and hopped into the shower to remove
the evidence of her activities.  "Was Jack gone?" she didn't know.  She
waited for the sounds of Brandon's voice.  She rubbed her body and washed
the sperm clean.  She dipped her head into the water.

   "Honey?"

   Brandon stepped into the bathroom.  Evidently he hadn't seen Jack, who
was now hopefully in his car and on his way.  Tracy looked at her body
quickly for any last signs of Jack's ejaculations.  Nothing.

   Tracy sighed as Brandon poked his head in on his naked girlfriends
bathing.  She returned his devilish grin and motioned for him to join her.

   Brandon and Tracy's bodies melded in the hot steady stream of the
shower. Tracy hugged and kissed her man, neither of them caring that he was
still dressed.  A sense of security washed over her, but it was tempered by
two fears.  The first, when would Jack be back?  The second.  did Brandon
notice he friend's car parked outside her apartment?



   Tracy found it difficult to sleep.  That path her life was suddenly left
her bewildered.



   The next few days were the oddest mixture of content and discontent
Tracy had ever experienced.  Jack had never turned her in, so she still had
her normal job.  Unfortunately he required "special" jobs from her two or
three times daily.  Finally, she quit.  She knew she wouldn't be rid of
him, but she also knew she could accept any job as a front and still make
plenty of money.

   Ah, the money.  That was definitely not a problem.  Tracy's first few
customers sent friends in addition to rebooking for themselves.  She knew
it would be difficult to have too many regular customers at five-hundred a
pop, but she wasn't overly motivated to get a large clientele just yet.

   As for Brandon, he seemed none the wiser that his girlfriend was
regularly being humped by strange men with a wad of cash.  To him, Tracy
was his - his perfect little girl with a killer body and loyal love.

   Several weeks passed with the situation unchanged.  Tracy took more and
more comfort in her man and wondered about the possibility of moving.  The
trouble would be convincing Brandon to not give Jack, his so called
"friend" the new address.  She knew as long as Jack could find her, and
wanted her, she would have to continue to be his slave.  Jack had now
compiled over twenty unique sexual encounters between them.  Each time he
forced her to act as if it were purely consensual.

   God how she wanted to get away.  God how she loved Brandon.  The plans
come up, at the suggestion of Brandon that they enjoy an extravagant dinner
at one of the more expensive restaurants in town.  This would be the
perfect opportunity to explore a new life together, Tracy thought.

   The restaurant was unique in many ways.  Located in a garden, it wasn't
uncommon for the patrons to roam the grounds after placing their orders. 
The style of dress was fully formal, and Tracy felt no hesitation in
putting together a stunning outfit for the occasion.  She wore a beautiful
gold gown.  Strapless and flowing, the dress accentuated her curves
perfectly.  The omission of a bra was intentional, but the fabric of the
dress was enough to somewhat conceal the visible protrusions of her
nipples. She did opt for a matching pair of shimmering gold panties.  The
slit in the gown would afford her the opportunity to flash some of those
panties and the right moments to her beloved man.

   The evening started wonderfully.  The night was perfect.  The wine was
impeccable.  Brandon looked fantastic in his suit, and the problems of life
were easily melted by the positives.

   That was, until she saw Jack.

   Damn!  How did he know to come here?  He was alone, sitting smugly at a
table behind Brandon's back.  His eyes were not leaving Tracy.

   "Let's take a walk." She said.  Brandon didn't notice the disgust in her
tone.

   "I was thinking the same thing." He said smiling.

   The two of them got up and headed out into the garden.  Tracy was
relieved to see jack wasn't following them.  They walked along the
outskirts of the garden, moving away from the other couples and into the
darkness.  They were basically alone, even though they were surrounded.

   The conversation turned deep and serious.  They held hands and spoke of
love and their future.  Tracy started to gain confidence in suggesting a
move.  She was sure this was the man she wanted to be with the rest of her
life, and was certain she was the woman he could not live without.  She
leaned into him, kissed him.  She let her breasts ooze into him.  She was
prepared to ask.

   Before she could, however, Brandon cleared his throat.  Before Tracy
knew it, he was on his knee, bent down before her, his voice trembling in
the warm night.

   Brandon slipped his hand inside is jacket and pulled out a ring case. 
Tracy's heart leapt.  She wanted to scream "Yes!" immediately and loudly,
but refrained until the question was asked.

   "Will you marry me?"

   She felt her breath leave her as her eyes focused on the opening case

   Tracy was saying yes before he even finished putting the ring on her
finger.  Her heart pounded as he finished the motion, and in the quiet,
secret spot Brandon held his fianc e, kissing her with passion and sliding
his hands over her precious body.

   If the area had been just a little more private, a little more secluded,
they would have made love.  As it was, they decided instead on some intense
groping and caressing.  Each found the others hand inside their underwear,
and each knew an incredible night of sex awaited them.  They didn't pull
apart for quite a few minutes.  Not until they heard their table number
announced from a distant speaker.  Their meals were ready.  They walked
back to there table, hand-in-hand.

   Tracy was so caught up in the proposal She had forgotten about Jack.  He
stood smugly at their table, bottle of champagne in hand.  His eyes glanced
at Tracy's hand, and showed he noticed the ring.  He knew to look.  Brandon
must have told him he was going to propose.  That's why he was here!

   Tracy hoped that Jack would honor her new status with Brandon.  He had
fucked her.  He had nothing else to prove or attain.  She didn't think
about her newfound source of income.  She happiness was to overwhelming for
anything other than thoughts of Brandon.

   And Jack.  His eyes pierced her.  He was gloating inside.  He was
blatantly staring at her breasts when Brandon wouldn't catch him.  Then he
started talking.

   "You sure have found quite a woman." He told Brandon.  "Quite the little
hottie.  I gotta tell you I'm a little jealous." Brandon smiled and nodded.
"I guess I can't try to steal her away from you anymore!" He laughed.  So
did Brandon.  Tracy didn't.  "good thing wrapping her up now.  I mean, look
at her, perfect body, gorgeous face.  I bet every guy in her wants her."
Even Brandon seemed a little taken a back now by his comments.  "But, "
Jack continued, "no other man will have her now..."

   He looked at Tracy as he said this.  And she knew that for him, the
meaning was the exact opposite.  Nothing would change for them.  He would
be fucking her at four-thirty.

   Tracy started crying.  In an overwhelming rush she felt the deepest
guilt of her life, and the most trapped she had ever been.  She had
accepted a marriage proposal from the lover of her life, but just a few
moments later could only see another man's gleeful face kissing down her
chest.  His hands rubbing her naked breasts, and his throbbing cock
thrusting inside her.  It was not the dream of a little girl.

   Of course Brandon asked her what was wrong.  She answered he was just so
happy, but she had to get away from Jack's confident grin.  She excused
herself, and headed for the ladies room.

   She had trouble finding it, and finally had to ask.  That was
unfortunate.  Jack had left shortly after her, and now stood in her path,
ready to intercept her.  She looked for Brandon, but he was well out of
sight.

   "Couldn't wait until tomorrow to celebrate, could you, honey?" Jack
asked.  "Good.  Neither can I."

   Jack stepped forward and grabbed her arm somewhat forcefully.  He led
her through an "Employees Only" door.  They were in the kitchen.  The cooks
didn't notice them as they walked past towards a door on the far side. 
Jack stopped her right before opening it as he saw a fellow waiter.  He
made eye contact but said nothing.  Then, he opened the door and took Tracy
outside.

   They were near a dumpster at first, but they moved quickly passed that
down a short grassy hill.  Tracy could see the area was fenced in and that
none of the other patrons were nearby.  If she screamed, she would surely
get help.  But only if she screamed.  And she knew, as did Jack, that she
would not be screaming.

   Jack stopped abruptly.  "Let me see it."

   Tracy held up her hand and displayed the ring.  She herself did not look
at it.  She couldn't.  Her eyes were filled with tears from shame.

   "Not that!" Jack said.  "Your pussy!  Show me your pussy!  Who cares
about a fucking ring?"

   Tracy took a deep breath, bent down, and began lifting her skirt.  Jack
could see her gold panties glinting in lights of the restaurant.  He lunged
forward, taking Tracy's left hand but leaving her right to hold up her
skirt.  He slid the ring off her finger, then squeezed it on to his pinky.

   "You think this is what I want?  This???" he laughed as he held the ring
in front of her.  Then his face grew intense.

   "This is what I want!" Jack slid his hand inside Tracy's panties.  His
pinky immediately found the opening of her cunt, which was still somewhat
wet from Brandon's earlier affections and slid inside.  He dropped to his
knees and began fucking her with his finger...  fucking her with her ring.

   He pulled his hand away after a moment, then buried his face in her
panties, using his own hand to pull the panties down and lick her wetness.

   Tracy couldn't pull away.

   Her heart leaped, though when she saw another figure approach.  Someone
was seeing them!  She tried to move away, and she did so just enough for
Jack to notice the newcomer.

   "Dan!" Hey!  What'd I say?  Here she is!"

   The newcomer approached, his eyes never noticing Jack.  They were fixed
on Tracy.  They moved up and down her body, centered on her cunt, which
became covered again by the gold panties without Jack holding them down,
and then finally moved to Jack.

   "God...  she's incredible!"

   "What is this?  What's going on?" Tracy asked.

   "You got the five-hundred?" Jack asked.

   "What's going on???" Tracy asked again.

   "Well, um no.  I only brought $200."

   "What??" Jack's face flushed with anger.

   "I didn't think she'd be this hot!  I didn't think you'd really get one,
either?"

   "Get one what?" Tracy asked.

   "A whore, dear." Jack answered.  "A whore he could fuck."



   "Wha..  what, you're selling me?"

   Jack didn't answer her.

   "So you've only got $250?  Fuck that, man!"

   "Come on!  It's still a lot of money!  God, I want to fuck her!"

   "Didn't I tell you I was gonna have a hot chick tonight?  The most
beautiful fucking whore you've ever seen?  Isn't see worth a thousand?  I
just wanted $500!"

   "She is so hot.  You're right.  I didn't believe you.  Come on, give me
a break!"

   "Didn't I tell you she was getting engaged tonight?  That you could fuck
this incredible girl on the happiest night of her life with her boyfriend
sitting inside with no idea?"

   "I'm sorry, I..."

   "Forget it.  $500 or forget it."

   "I don't have it."

   Jack paused.  He looked at Tracy, then at Dan.  "You really don't have
it, huh?  Fuck." He paused again.  "Give me the $250."

   Tracy wanted to yell out, "WHAT???"

   Dan began twitching with excitement.  "Oh, thanks, man!  Thanks!" He
fumbled for his wallet.  He handed Jack a wad of bills.

   "Ok, honey, blow him."

   "Is that it?" Dan asked.  "You said I'd get to fuck her!"

   "You'd get to fuck her for $500.  For $250, you get to cum in her
mouth."

   "Oh, man!"

   Jack looked at Tracy.  "Blow him."

   Tracy wanted to argue.  But what could she do?

   "Make it good." He said.  Tracy nodded as she dropped to her knees. 
Jack pulled her back by the hair.  "Make it good!" She knew what he meant.
Not performing for Dan was not performing for him.

   She took Dan's cock into her mouth.

   He didn't last long.  Tracy did her best.  Any guy without significant
self control would have been done just was quick.  He provided a good
amount of sperm, however.  Tracy nearly choked on it as he emptied inside
her mouth.

   "And...  swallow..." jack instructed.

   Tracy did as she was told.

   "Is that it?" Dan asked.

   "That's it." Jack answered.

   "Don't I even get to see her tits?"

   "Not until you have more money.  No go inside."

   "Aren't you coming?"

   "Yeah.  Inside her.  Now go inside.  you don't get a free show."

   Dan went in.  Tracy was on her knees still, her hands against the
ground.

   "I'd kiss you but I don't need to taste that." Jack said, pointing at a
drop of semen on her lip.  Tracy wiped it away.  Jack put his hand on her
breasts and pushed back.  Tracy lowered softly onto the grass and felt Jack
open her legs.  He began rubbing her body.

   "Wow...  engaged..." he said.  he slipped his hands inside her panties.
Only Brandon gets to rub your pussy." he massaged her cunt for a bit, then
slid his hands up her waist.  "Only Brandon gets to rub your tits." He
straddled her, then began squeezing and kneading her breasts.  "Only
Brandon gets to take your clothes off." He pulled at the dress, forcing it
down and exposing her breasts.  "Only Brandon gets to play with your
nipples." He began sucking and squeezing, making sure to give attention to
each breast.

   "Only Brandon gets to fuck you..."

   He lifted himself up, the pulled off her panties, then his pants.  He
mounted her, and his self control, gave out.  He began humping wildly.  The
thrill for what he had done was overcoming him.  He had her so controlled,
so manipulated.  No only could he fuck her whenever and however he wanted,
but he could do it on her engagement day!  And he could get her to fuck
other men at his command.  For money!

   He thrust deep inside her, enjoying the sweet feeling of her tight pussy
against his cock and firm breasts against his chest.  But mostly he enjoyed
looking at her face, and seeing her thinking about her fianc e.  The man
that would be her husband...  seeing her think about how he would feel if
he walked out right now and saw her, naked breasts and naked cunt, fucking
another man.

   Jack moaned, almost too loudly, and shot his sperm into the newly
engaged beauty.

   Tracy's body quivered.  Jack caressed her breasts a moment and then got
up.  Without tears, Tracy stood up and redressed herself.  Her future was
all to clear, at least If she did nothing to change it.  But there was no
change she could bring about this night, nor in the nights ahead.  So, for
while, her future was indeed clear.  First she would go to the bathroom and
clean herself up.  Then she would rejoin her husband-to-be.  Then the night
would be over.

   And tomorrow, she'll be fucking Jack.



   TO BE CONTINIUED



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