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Caution, this story is for adults only.  If you are not 18, go elsewhere to
read.   Delete this and get off this newsgroup page!
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Introduction:

My name is Judy Hess, but I go by the nickname Tawny.  This is the story of
my journey down the road to a submissive sexual lifestyle. Some is true,
some not, some I imagine will occur.  Whatever the case, I hope the readers
will be entertained and I hope I can gain some like minded friends  on the
internet.   I have been fooling with e-mail and chat on IRC and other
mediums for a couple of months.  Due to some bad experiences I will want to
avoid phone conversations and revelations of my physical location. 
Likewise, having had my photo widely distributed on the net, I tend to be
covetous of my pic.
Now to answer the usual questions.  I am 28 years old and have reddish
brown hair, shoulder length.  I am 5' 8" tall and weigh 135 lbs.  I am
somewhat thin and tend to be active and athletic.  (Played basketball and
on the cheerleading squad in HS (Lots of gymnastics!).  Also ran on the
spring track team, without much success, but I still run regularly.  I like
outdoors things, hiking, biking, surfing etc.  I am currently "between
careers" and work evenings at various businesses as a hostess or waitress
etc.  (Love those tips!).  I like this because my days are free for the
beach and outdoors.  Ah, the other usual questions... I don't stand in
front of mirrors and measure myself, but I wear a 35C bra, which I feel I
fill adequately.  My waist is still 25 (60 sit-ups a day).  My hips are
there and not fat (certainly not at 135 lbs.)

Phase 1: The Desire

I met Roger at the beach one day.  He seemed attractive to me, with a
muscular body and a deep tan.  We were both surfing and got to chatting on
toward sunset.  We found that we had several common interests.  I was
impressed by him, so I unabashedly removed my wetsuit while we were talking
so her could get a better look at my body in a bikini.  The water was
pretty cold, so I knew my nipples would be quite pronounced through the
material.   I could tell he was interested, but he never asked for a
number, or if he could see me again.  I didn't know what I had done wrong,
but then, maybe he was married or something.  
A week later, I ran into him at the cocktail lounge I work two nights a
week.  He was with two other men and at first he didn't recognize me, or so
he let on.  I smiled extra brightly and kinda hung at their table until he
acted slightly embarrassed and said hello.  He remembered my name and
started a brief conversation.  I was wearing a low cut gown with a slit
leg.  I made sure I bent over so her could see my better angles.  I was
afraid I was being too obvious, but I was getting desperate.  He was really
cute and very attractive.  His friends were both good looking too, big and
muscular.  I wondered what these guys did for a living.  I think he was in
his late thirties; seemed mature and in control; things I like in a man. 
After a while the group got up and left.  He didn't even say good-bye.  I
was hurt.  I guess he didn't think as much of me as I thought he would. 
When I went to clear his table, I saw a card with his name e-mail address
(we had discussed our interest in e-mail and computers on the internet at
the beach).  I could feel a rush up my back and suddenly I could feel my
nipples rubbing lightly against my dress as I moved.  I was sexually
interested in him.
When I got home I composed a short e-mail, then held it, not wanting to
seem too anxious.  I sent it the next morning though.  The following  night
I worked another pub and got home about 2AM.  I checked my mail, and there
was his reply.  He asked if I ever use chat rooms and if I ever heard of
The Park.  Well, I had.  In fact, feeling a bit nasty one night I went to
the adult section and spent some time in the male/female  "anything goes"
area.  I had a laugh at some of the stuff going on, but I was actually
excited when a guy would talk real dirty to me........anyway, back to
Roger.  I answered him that I had seen The Park before, and that I was
planning to go to the beach the following day.
The next day I checked e-mail before departing for the beach (I still
didn't have this guy's phone number!)  Nothing.  Off to the beach.  No
Roger.  What the hell was going on?  I did see who I thought was one of his
friends from the other night, so I dumped the wet suit again and did a
little cruising,  I know he ran his eyes over me, but he didn't approach
me.  When I got home I checked e-mail again and he left a message.  He
wanted me to choose a room at The Park and meet him there for some cyber
chat at a time of my choosing.  What to do?  I realized at this point that
I wanted sex with him.  Here was my chance to lay a heavy hint by
suggesting a sexually oriented chat room. But wont he think I am some sort
of slut?  If I want to have sex with him after one meeting, aren't I a
slut?  I was confused.   I didn't think I wanted to marry this guy, but I
did want sex.  Guess I am a slut!  I chuckled to myself.  I decided to meet
him in the I'm ready Male/female area, which is just one step above
"anything goes" and one below the romance level.....I wanted to chat that
evening after work (about midnight) or the next night at 1AM.  I sent it.  
A moment after sending it I panicked, wanting to get it back.  I just told
a guy I had met only once that I want to have sex with him!  Am I crazy?  I
started getting that feeling in my nipples again and ran my hand down to my
crotch.  I was damp.  I was almost in heat!  What the hell I
thought........and left for work.  
That night I was working early shift at a topless bar in town.  It was not
my usual work, but the tips were fabulous and I would fill in for another
girl when she could not meet her "quota".  I am not the greatest dancer,
but I can get into the music and I get a little charge out of all the men
staring at  my breasts.  Tonight I felt particularly horny and actually
couldn't wait to watch all of those men gaping at my breasts.  Just before
going on I applied some ice to my nipples so they would be at their maximum
erection.  The trick was keeping them that way under the hot lights, but
tonight it wasn't a problem.  I felt sexy and , well, .......ripe!.  I
didn't do a fancy routine, just some little aerobic moves and hugging on
the bar etc.  I was getting a pretty good amount of shouting from the
audience.  I turned away and unsnapped my top and slowly let it fall away. 
I could tell my erect nipples were a pleasure to the eye.  I felt so damned
sexy up there. Nude in front of all those eyes. My nipples standing
straight up toward the ceiling on top of my firm breasts.  My deep tan
accentuating the shape.  The tips came rolling in and I went around for as
long as the manager would let me, swinging those knobs in front of those
horny men with the dollars in their fists.  Then I saw him!  Right behind
the front row, smiling.  It was one of those guys that was with Roger.  I
wondered if he recognized me.  He had a big smile on his face and nodded at
me.  he could tell I recognized him I think.  I Think...........but maybe
not.  After all the other guy didn't, the one at the beach that afternoon.
Or I didn't think so.  Oh shit! what was I going to do?  Now I REALLY felt
like a slut.  Here I was flashing my stiff breasts at all these guys with
obvious glee.   I ended my routine and got lost. I asked one of the other
girls to cover the part of the room he was in and went to wait tables for a
while.  I was supposed to do one more round in about an hour.  I hoped he
would be gone.  
When it came time for my number I went through my routine again, but
without so much excitement.  I didn't use any ice this time, but when I
took off the top, I could feel my nipples growing in an erection again.  I
couldn't stop it. I must have seemed very turned on to the crowd and the
cheers shoed it (along with the money).  I kept scanning the crowd, but he
wasn't there, thank God!.  End of show, wait a few tables and on my way
home by midnight.  
On the way home I could feel waves of excitement gather in my loins.  The
thought of displaying myself in front of one of Roger's friends like a
shameless slut and then talking to him in a sex chat area.   Well, I
thought, I will surely get what I wanted....sex with him...unless he is gay
or something.  I toyed with the idea of simply bailing, but why?  I asked
myself.  I want sex with him, why not just do it.  I was going to go
through with it.  I was going to throw my body to him inn the hope he would
ravish me.  I never felt so cheap and so aroused.  I began to hope that
that was Roger's friend and that he told him about it.  What was the matter
with me!?

Next...Phase II: First Session

When I got home I found myself shaking with anticipation.  I was feeling
insatiable, so I got out of my clothes and just walked around the apartment
nude. I felt good, I felt desirable.  All those men had been looking at me
tonight and now I was going to talk to a guy I wanted sex with on a sex
oriented internet site.  I was shaking as I dialed up the site and fumbled
my way to the chat area. I registered myself as Tawny and waited.  Several
guys tried to chat with me and I would talk to each one for a moment, until
I determined they were not Roger.  Then Roger appeared, as Roger....who
else?  We were not talking about anything special, but could see other
conversations all talking about crude sex.  I remarked that it was enough
to make you horny and he replied he had a remedy.  It was open now, we were
discussing sex and I let on that I was available...indirectly, but
unmistakably.  He messaged that he could be over to my apartment in just a
few minutes....I accepted!   
As the doorbell rang I was just finishing putting on a short skirt and
blouse. Casual but sexy.  I opened the door and in came Roger in shorts and
a t shirt.  You could see al his muscles bulging through.  He didn't waist
time as he pinned me to the wall and kissed me longingly and lustfully,
right there at the door. God! He is as horny as I am!, I thought.  I wasn't
expecting that, but my breasts were instantly aroused and were aching, just
as his hands found them and his fingers lightly pinched my nipples.  I was
soaking wet already.  I said it would be more comfortable inside, so he
held my hand and led me into my living area.  He said a few things...like
he had noticed me on the beach right away the other day and he was glad I
had e-mailed me etc.  Then he became all hands and ravished me.  He ran his
strong arms over my body, pinching me lightly, stroking my shoulders and my
stomach.  He worked himself down my chest, removing my clothing as he went
and working his mouth down my breasts, my stomach and down into my
sensitive crotch where he found my  clit and massaged it with his tongue
with an expertise I never knew could exist. I instantly exploded in an
orgasm, almost embarrased by the show of readiness.  He then stood and
removed his clothing.  I saw his cock fall free, half erect.  It was
enormous.  I t was smooth and thick and had a well defined head that was
swollen and smooth.  His small slit was open and his lubricant could be
seen as a small drip at the end.  It looked to be about 8 to 9 inches long
and it wasn't hard yet. 
I laid back on the couch and he offered me a hand to sit me up, then he
knelt between my legs and placed his cock in my hand and said.  "Take it
and put it in if you like."  I put the head against my wet slit and pulled
it in slightly.  He instantly enlarged and became harder.  The head went in
and he slid forward. As I watched the shaft disappear inside me I felt
another orgasm begin to swell inside me.  I could feel my walls contract on
his shaft and he began to move his hips forward and back in a steady
rhythm.  I was getting what may be the best fucking of my life. We looked
at each others eyes as he pumped his shaft deep into me and then way back
out in long steady movements.  His strong arms grasping my hips and his
washboard stomach shining in the dim light of the room.  I felt my orgasm
wash over me, but he kept up his rhythm.  I could hardly stand it anymore.
The feeling was making me shake all over.  I moaned and whimpered and he
kept fucking me.  
It was some time, I don't know how long, when I felt yet another orgasm
form.  As my vagina convulsed I could feel him get rock hard.  His face was
twisted and his teeth clenched as he pounced into me and began to loose his
orgasm.  I could feel his warm cum fill my cunt and I could feel it ooze
out around his cock and all over my hair and down my crack, to my anal
pocket.  He came more and more.  For a moment I thought he must be pissing
there was so much!   He then pulled out and let his heavy cock rest on my
belly where another ounce or so oozed out onto me.   I was exhausted and
fell asleep, or into some sort of daze. 
I awoke with a blanket over me, but he was gone!  I felt like a cheap
whore.  I invited an almost stranger into my apartment to have sex with
him.  I knew little about him.  Never even went on a date other than our
sex encounter. Thinking about it, that is really what I wanted, but I am
not supposed to do that, am I?
I wondered why he left.  As I went to the bathroom to clean up ( I could
feel dry cum all over my body) I noticed the computer on.  There was a nice
note explaining why he had to leave (business appointment) and a promise to
"make it up to me".  All in all, I felt pretty good.  He was a wonderful
sex partner! No long conversations, no games, no sizing up etc.  Just good
sex, the best I ever had!   I decided I would play this game a little
longer. 

Next... Phase III: Basic Training

I took in another day at the beach, wanting to do something physical, so I
ran some and surfed.  I spent  some time in my bathing suit, smoothing out
my tan.  Before leaving for work (Had a cocktail lounge for the next three
nights) I checked EE-mail.  Nothing! Damn!  The evening was uneventful and
I returned to my apartment. I ran to the computer and checked the e-mail
again, Nothing.  What was going on here?  The next day I did some chores
and things around the house.  I checked e-mail several times and finally
got  what I was looking for, a note from Roger.  He said he wanted to see
me that night.  I got off at 1 AM so I told him OK, but it would be a late
one. Off to work, the usual stuff of men drooling at my clevage etc.  Tips
were OK.   I got home and checked the e-mail right away.  Roger had left a
note...."Call me when you get home".  I called, the phone rang, but no
answer....What the heck!  2 AM?    
I got ready for bed, figuring something had gone wrong when there was a
knock at the door.  It was him.  I opened for him and he came right on in. 
After asking if I was as horny as he was,  he produced a bottle of
champagne and we drank a little and made a little love.  I was getting high
and feeling good.  Then  I remember how his character sort of changed.  He
became a little more assertive with his hands, squeezing me a little
tighter while he was fucking me.  He pushed a little harder.  I was really
turned on.  Then the big change.  He pulled out and stood in front of me,
his cock hanging, fully erect, in front of my face.  He held my head and I
knew what he wanted.  I never just jumped on a man's cock, because I
thought he may think I was slutty, but if asked, I never refused.  In fact,
I rather liked it.  I leaned forward to take Roger's cock and it filled my
mouth instantly.  It was huge and I could only get about 4 to 5 inches of
it in my mouth.  He held my head now and pumped in and out of me, then he
let just the head in and squeezed me a little, then more, until I started
swirling my tongue over his cock head.  He was training me, teaching me how
to suck him.  I felt sort of slutty, but then, I was a slut with Roger all
along.  Strange. I did not want a love relationship, just a sex one and he
was all sex to me. His body, his muscles, his large cock he simply turned
me on.  I continued to suck and he kept alternating his hands to make me
suck, run my lips up and down, play with the head with my tongue and
finally, lick it while I held the shaft.  He kept saying encouraging words
and started talking dirty;  pinching my nipples a little, then more, when
he wanted me to swallow more of him.  "Oh that's it baby, yes suck it like
that.  You're doing just fine....now lick the head, that a way"......  I
decided he would cum in my mouth and I would take it.  I didn't have to
wait much longer.   I could feel it coming, actually sliding up his shaft,
so I pulled back and kept my lips engaged and it filled my mouth.  I still
could not imagine how he came so much.  It filled my mouth, I swallowed,
and it filled it again.  Some leaked out and he held his cock in front of
me and held my head so I would lick it off.   
I felt a little strange, as though our sex relationship had changed a
little.  Then he began to kiss me and ran his tongue into my pussy and
returned my service double with two tongue induced orgasms.  While he was
working on me he ran his finger along  my ass for the first time, feeling
for the entrance and pushing his finger in just a little.  I tried to relax
my muscles, wondering if he ever wanted to get into anal.  Another area
which was not my favorite, but I would give it to this guy, even if he was
huge.  I decided to leave that thought for later.  Mmmmmmm   I was loving
it.  He spent the night and the next morning we did it again, he motioned
me to his cock and held my head down as he thrust his hips and cock into my
mouth.  I guess I was drunk the night before, because he seemed even more
aggressive this time, as thought he had to cum in my mouth quickly, like a
race or something.  I struggled to keep up and his strong hands on my head
and neck guided me to his pleasure.   As he began to cum he jerked back and
some cum squirted all over my face.  He groaned and apologized.  I guess he
just jerked involuntarily.  I tried not to seem prudish.  he suggested I
just lick it off, just as he would be glad to lick my pussy, which he then
did.  While he worked on me, I licked the cum off my fingers and face and
just began to love the thought of his cum all over me.  I was so turned on
by this!  
We cleaned up by noon and he left, saying he had to leave town for the
night on business. He asked me when I had a night off.  I told him Sunday,
day after tomorrow. He invited me to come to his place for Sunday.   I
accepted, wondering what his place would be like......

Next...Phase 4:  Setting the Trap

I arrived at Roger's apartment at about 9PM.  I thought it was strange to
get there so late, but maybe he was just after sex...........just like me. 
 His place was huge and over looked the bay.  It must have cost him a
fortune to rent.  It was very plush inside and he had a wet bar in the
living area.  Guess just one bedroom. He served me a frozen drink right
away (it was nearly 100 out that day).  It was full of booze. Maybe he
wanted to get me high again.  OK by me!  He put his hand on my behind and
showed me around the place.  Gorgeous! A huge bathroom with a glass shower
over a Jacuzzi style tub.  Beautiful view and large mirrors on the bedroom
wall.   This was going to be nice.  
He talked a little more as we had a second drink.  I could feel the booze
going to work as he got close to me and began to run his hands over my
body.  We were on the sofa and I put up zero resistance.  Before long he
had his huge cock buried deep in my pussy and was fucking me just like he
always did.  The sex went on and he gave me another drink to put down while
he knelt in front of me, spreading my legs apart and fucked me steadily.  I
was getting close to orgasm when he suddenly pulled out and slapped his
cock on my pussy, making wet slapping sounds and arousing my clit with that
strange pain/lust feeling.  Then he suddenly said "Do you ever shave?"  I
never had, but told him I did once.  "Will you do it again, for me?  I want
to watch."     Hmmmm, this is a little kinky now...but why not?
 He led me to the bathroom and began to fill the Jacuzzi.  He told me to
sit on the edge of the tub, facing the big mirrored wall and he provided
all the tools.  I ran hot water from the shower tool on my  hair and
applied the cream.  He watched intently, stroking his cock once in a while,
keeping it hard.   I began to shave off my hair. It was naturally light and
came off very easily.   He told me to go over it again with a fresh one so
it was very smooth.   I did and I got it just as smooth as my ass.  I
carefully opened my lips and got every hair I could find, then rinsed.   He
told me to look in the mirror and spread my lips.   I enjoyed seeing my
sexy, naked pussy and the pink insides, still moist from his fucking.   It
was erotic looking in the mirror like that.  
He took me to the bedroom and began to kiss me lightly, then he laid me
back on  the bed and buried his mouth on my freshly shaved pussy. It was
sooooooo erotic.  He worked on my clit and pushed his tongue way up my
slit, making my juices flow.  I could feel the orgasm come quickly when he
stopped and started to work up toward my tits.   He held my head by he hair
and pulled me to him as he stood and forced me into a kneeling position In
front of him.  We were right in front of the big mirror and there were
track lights running along the mirrored walls illuminating us as we stood
there.  He told me to suck him and watch it in the mirror.  I looked and
watched as I sucked his big cock. It was so erotic watching his cock in my
mouth.  He was very animated, maneuvering my head on and off his big
swollen cock.  I made loud sucking sounds as he twisted his body a bit so I
could get a clear view of my mouth on his cock in the mirror.   I fondled
his balls and sucked as I became more and more aroused by the
lightheadedness I felt from the drinks and the excitement of watching
myself suck his cock so wantonly.  It was a while before I felt him begin
to stiffen and he grabbed his cock in his hand and pulled out.  Holding my
head by the hair, very roughly, he screamed for me to open wide.  He shot
his first stream right into my open mouth from about 6 inches away.  Then
he jerked and his second and third streams coursed across my cheeks and
then up to my forehead.   He them pulled my mouth back over his cock and
pushed it in as far as I could take it.  I could tell he enjoyed it and I
could see my cum-drenched face clearly in the mirrrors and in the bright
lights.  
He then pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs so he could enter my
pussy again, maneuvering me so I could glace over and see all the action in
the big mirror.  My face, covered in his cum and his big hard cock slamming
into my smooth, wanton pussy.   I could feel his hair contact my smooth
pussy and it tickled, felt so erotic.  I felt the orgasm coming again and
moaned in delight.  He fucked me over and over, in every imaginable
position. Always in the bright lights and in the front of that mirror.  In
my daze, I was reminded of those xxx movies and imagined myself as a porno
queen in a film studio.  That's what it was like to see myself going at it
in that mirror.  Little did I know at the time that my thought was closer
to reality then I ever suspected... but then everything I did with this
strange man was foolish and chancy.      

Next...Part 5:  Closing the Trap
I went to the beach the next day again and daydreamed about my session at
Roger's place.  I thought about how much more forceful he was now, than
that first time.  It was as if his sexual appetite was growing, and it
seems to have caused mine to grow also.   He was downright impolite at
times, but that was the part I seemed to like the most.  I wondered if
maybe I was a latent masochist.     Me?...oh that's ridiculous.....I was
just horny and found a man with a great bod and a extra size cock to
satisfy me.  Besides, I really liked being able to have sex without all the
games.  He just seemed to know exactly what turned me on. 
When I got back to the apartment there was a e-mail waiting for me.  It was
Roger.  He said he could not see me that evening (which was just as well
since I was a little sore and had to work a cocktail lounge 'til closing.) 
 He said he wanted me to download a program called mIRC, if I didn't
already use it,  and gave me instructions.  He wanted me to practice using
it and to be ready for a proposition and a big surprise.    Wow, I could
hardly wait.
Work was uneventful, not very busy, so I had time to think.  I was pretty
convinced that I had a desire for a strong sex partner who led the way in
the bedroom.  I never really noticed that before. When I got home, I went
straight to the computer and downloaded the IRC thing.  I slept while the
download took and worked with the program the next day.  It was pretty
neat, being able to chat directly, all around the world and to receive and
send pictures almost instantly.  I didn't have a picture of myself, of
course, but everyone else seemed to.  I brought up a list of channels and
was amazed by the variety.  I also noticed how many were foul languaged and
sex oriented.  Wow, I thought, there are a lot of horny guys out there.  I
wonder how many were those guys who stare at me when I do my strip.  I saw
a couple of interesting channels and tried out a few of the sex oriented
ones.  names like submission, slaves, humiliation etc.  Just as in real
life, I was being hit on by a bunch of dirty mouthed men, or boys.  Then I
chatted with one guy who claimed to be a Master.  It was enlightening.  I
wondered if he really did stuff with a real woman who accepted his coarse
treatment.  He was talking about weird stuff like clamps, chains, whips and
bondage.  Who would do that?  Funny though, as he chatted, some of the
things sort of excited me, especially when he talked about forced sex with
groups and stuff.  Damn, how erotic.....  Well, my sex with Roger was kinda
strange too, and I was liking it.  To each their own I say.  
Late in the afternoon I checked mail again and found one from Roger.  His
note was rather short and simply said to meet him at #submission on IRC at
1AM or as soon as I got back from work.  I was disappointed that this was a
cyber meet and not a real one, but he was like that.  It didn't seem fair
because he was getting sex on demand and I wasn't.  I decided I needed to
adjust that a bit, but later maybe.  For now, I was getting horny again and
would do what I need to get back into his bed.
I worked the early shift at the Pussycat that night. I was filling in for a
friend and that was good, because I was feeling in the mood for stripping. 
I genuinely enjoyed showing off my body to all those men that night and
went down to a g-string.  They must have loved it because the manager let
me go out for an extra round that night.  Big time tips for these tits!
I got home just at 1 and hit the computer.  I was feeling a little horny,
so I sat there completely naked and just lightly ran my fingers over my
nipples, imagining them to be Roger's tongue, as I connected to IRC and
went to #submission.  I was not original and just used the name Tawny.  I
was immediately engaged in several chats with men, all of whom I clicked
off.  Then I saw the name Roger and he messaged me.  We had a little small
talk and then he asked me if I was interested in coming over and
"entertaining" himself and a friend of his.  I did think about it a moment,
and turned him down.   He replied "Tawny, that was the wrong answer" I was
actually a little surprised.  He WAS getting aggressive.  I didn't feel
that sharing was a component of our sex arrangement.  I replied "I don't
think so....was that your big surprise?"  I was getting afraid my great sex
arrangement was coming to an end. He replied "Check this out and then try
again" a window popped up for a photo download titled "tawny" I downloaded
and my mind raced for an answer to what he was up to.  Then it popped up on
the screen. I was frozen in disbelief.  There was large, very clear picture
of my face locked onto a huge cock in my mouth.  The head of the cock was
pressing against my cheek and I was in obvious ecstasy!  How the hell!? 
Then it hit me.  The mirrors, the lights.....It WAS a movie studio.  MY
GOD!  I sat there motionless, looking at the picture, feeling my crotch
become moist and my mind racing with panic.  I was both excited and full of
fear at the same time. Then the message appeared.  "I still need your
answer."    I replied "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"       
Then  "I'll tell you in person, get your little cunt over here"   What
would he do with my picture?  Did he have more?  Isn't what he was doing
against the law?  Then I saw in the window..."Anyone want a great shot of
my whore sucking my cock?".    Damn, he was getting ready to display my
picture to anyone who wanted to see it.   Then I received three more
download windows...I downloaded and replied "Please wait......don't sent
that picture over the net"   I thought.....what if he posts it on a
newsgroup, my pic will be everywhere and people will easily recognize me. 
The downloads popped up.  One was his cock squirting into my mouth. it was
so clear it was shocking. Then the other two were of me shaving myself and
smiling...right into the camera! and the other of him fucking me, his face
completely blocked and mine as clear as can be. Then the next
message....."If you are not here in 30 minutes, naked and standing in the
middle of my living room I will begin distribution.  All of your wonderful
poses, accompanied by your address and places where you work, in case
anyone is interested in meeting you in person"  Then he dropped off the
screen..
I thought about it....That bastard was going to ruin me.  I could go to the
police....but that would not only be embarrassing, but my life would still
be screwed up.  And what if someone in my family ever got wind of it?!  He
wanted me to have sex with him and a friend.  Why didn't he just ask me?  
Oh yea, he did...but he didn't give me a chance to think about it.  He was
demanding prompt obedience to his demands for sex.  That is what was
turning me on in the first place.  It was just three way sex.  I had dreamt
of that many times.  It would even be fun probably.  He was probably going
to include one of those guys he was with last week.  They were both cute
and muscular, like Roger.  Why should I screw up my whole life just because
I refuse to do what I REALLY want to do anyway?   I was going to become
Roger's personal whore....I was rationalizing it and decided to take the
step.  After all, that should be the end of it.......I slipped on my shorts
and a T and headed for the car.  Just a 10 minute drive to Roger's.

Next....Part VI: Intermediate Training - Group Sex

A light rain began to fall and my mind raced along with the beat of the
wiper blades on the windscreen.  I was going to submit to his requirements
for sex, that was clear, but how far would I go? How far would he make me
go?  He may never reach my limit, whatever that was, so I just wouldn't
worry about it anymore.  He was keeping to my schedule of availability and
he wasn't doing really outrageous things, so I would go ahead and enjoy it.
 That's what I was really doing, enjoying it.
I arrived with just a couple minutes to spare, so I raced up to the door
through the rain.  I was going to submit, but still didn't want the world
to know about it, so I hoped he hadn't dumped my pictures yet.  If he did,
I wouldn't have my excuse to submit to this sex anymore.....what had I
become?!   I knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately.  It
wasn't Roger, nor was it one of his friends.  It was a woman.  I ws
dumbfounded, and for a moment thought it may be the wrong place.  She took
me by the arm and pulled me in quickly.  She was a tall black woman and
wore a tight leather skirt and a leather bra that exposed her nipples,
which were large and erect.  She stared at me, making me feel funny, like
she didn't like me.  She just said, "take off those clothes you little
bitch, I have to see this."  See what? I thought.  I began to feel exposed,
vulnerable.  I asked "Where's Roger".  She answered me by slaping me hard
across the face.  I fell back against the door, held my face and looked at
her.  She had a look of anger in her eyes and repeated, "Don't talk back,
take off your clothes now or I'll mess you up." I was reaching a limit
already.  I never considered the possibility of physical abuse.  Nor women,
for that matter.  She stood there with her hands on her hips, staring.  I
stood back, slowly fumbling with my shirt, thinking, considering my
options, when Roger came round the corner.  He said.."What have we here?,
oh Tawny...Glad you made it in time."  "I see you met Dawn;   she is a
pretty strict disciplinarian, but if you just do what she says, you wont
have a problem."  Then, turning away he said.."You'll have fun  this
morning baby."  Reassured that Roger was in charge, I slowly removed my
things as Dawn watched.  Standing there naked she came to me and touched my
nipples and ran a hand down to my slit and around to my ass, feeling me and
smiling.  "You'll be real good, nice equipment, nice and tight I bet."  I
didn't particularly like being touched by women, although her body was so
accentuated for sex, it was a little bit of a turn on. Her nipples were
very large and stood out very erect.  Her dark skin smooth, and she had a
perfect figure, rounded and smooth.  She reached behind her and took out a
leather strap, reached up and placed it around my neck and tightened it so
it just barely didn't choke me, then she held a ring on it and led me into
the living area where a man stood, naked except for a g-string, like male
strippers wear.  "Here is your treat for the night David" she said, and
pushed me toward him.  Then she disappeared.  
He was huge.  probably 6'4" or so.  Blonde hair and he was obviously a body
builder.  His chest had a thick swirl of hair, but the rest of him had very
light hair.  The g-string had a gigantic bulge that accentuated his
maleness.  He motioned for me to approach him, so I stepped over to him. 
Looking at him made me begin to get wet in the crotch and I could feel my
nipples swell.  I was so glad to see that Dawn go away and see this male
figure instead.  I WAS going to have fun, I thought.  I stood in front of
me and he put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down slightly.  I fell
to my knees and he said, "Make it hard now."  That was the only thing he
said that night.  I reached up and pulled the cloth down and a huge cock
and balls literally rolled out of the enclosing material.  His head already
was wet with precum and his balls hung low in loose sacks.  They were
larger than usual, the size of large lemons, instead of the usual golf ball
size.  His penis was about 7" long, soft. The shaft was smooth and didn't
have any ugly protruding veins.  I began by licking the head slightly to
see if it sprang to life.  No, it didn't, but the hole opened a bit and
more pre semen dripped out, which I licked off, then pulled the head into
my mouth.  Now I began to feel the thing grow.  I ran my tongue over it and
it began to gain size and raise itself to the verticle. I held his balls in
my hand and the shaft in the other and began to stroke down on his cock. 
It was VERY large.  My mouth was filled with only about a third of the
shaft, meaning it was probably about 10 inches to a foot long in all.  And
it was pretty fat too.  He ran his hands through my hair and murmered
encouragements to me and I felt it grow to full hardness,.  It was as hard
as a rock and he was beginning to flinch at my every movement.  I was
afraid he was going to cum already.  I could feel his precum ooze into my
mouth in a steady stream, like a slowly dripping faucet.  The salty taste
made my mouth water and my nipples were aching at this point.  My inner
thighs were, by this time, drenched. 
At this point, he pulled me away and reached down to my neck, pulling me
up.  He held me firmly by the neck with a big strong hand.  I felt like if
he squeezed, he could break my neck.  He came around behind me and thrust
his big, hard cock between my leegs.  It was stiff and I could feel it rest
against my crotch, like sitting on a tree branch.  He held my neck firmly,
his arm  streched down between my breasts and he ran his other hand across
my body, feeling me all over, my thighs, legs, shaved crotch, belly, in my
navel, across my breasts, upand down my arm.  I was covered in goose bumps
from  his touch.  Then he pulled his cock back and let the head enter my
very eager pussy.  Just the head, and he ran it in and out, rubbing along
my clit as he did so.  I was going crazy, wanting it all the way in me,
even though there is no way it would all fit.  He pinched my nipples, one
and then the other, with his other hand and slowly crammed a little more of
his cock in with each stroke.  I couldn't move at all.  He had me in a firm
grip by the neck and any amount of movement or squirming was met with a
firm choke.  Without even noticing, I realized he was thrusting his foot
long cock hard in and out of my pussy, slamming against my ass.  His hands
were pulling and pinching my nipples until they ached and were sore at his
touch and my mind was swirling on the edge of orgasm.  I felt my muscles
along the length of my vagina convulse and a orgasm ripped through my body
as he continued to thrust in and out without a pause.  I srruggled to
regain my breath, but I felt his choking hand and relinquised.  He kept
thrusting; fucking me from behind!  I began to wonder how long he could go
before he also had an orgasm.  I had another, and sometime later still
another!  Finally, he pulled almost all the way out and held his cock there
so I could reagin my senses.  I felt a hand pull up on my hair and I found
myself looking at another hard penis.  I guess it was Roger's, but didn't
care.  my mouth locked on and I was being fucked from two ends.  I was
maneuvered over to the sofa, where Roger (It was Roger) lay down and I was
hoisted by my hips onto his cock.  I bounced up and down on his shaft while
he began to nibble on my tits.  I felt David running his finger up and down
my slippery pussy, gathering my lubricants and running then over my
asshole.  The thought crossed me..'he's going to do me anal!"...'He wont
fit!" ..I didn't care though.  I felt the pressure on my ass.  David was
pushing and I relaxed and then it popped through.  The senses of Roger's
cock in my pussy mixed with those of David in my ass.  He entered more,
slowly, but deliberately.  I could feel both cocks inside me, rubbing
against each other inside my crotch.  They both pumped into me and their
cocks were rock hard.  I felt another orgasm growing.  Roger was chewing on
my nipples. David was pushing in and out paridly, occasionally slapping my
ass.  It was getting hot to his toudh.  He was in me deep!  ........ David
began to cum first.  His sperm felt extra warm as it filled my ass.  I
could feel him move more easily as it filled the cavity and lubricated his
shaft in me.  He continued to pump, but in a more spasmotic way.  Then
Roger let loose, just as I did.  Orgasm, cum, hot, All the thoughts ran
together.   We all collapsed in a pile on the sofa.  
Rogeer led us into the bathrom where we all hoped into the tub and felt the
warm bubbles run  over our bodies.  David sat me on his cock in the water
while Roger fed me his cock and I sucked him until he hit another orgasm,
which he pumped into my mouth.  I swalloed it all.  Then we reversed. 
Roger managed another hardon and pushed himself into my ass while I sucked
David dry of his second load.  He didn't squirt as much this time, even
though it filled my mouth.  Roger was still the champ when it came to sheer
volume.  Roger was right, I had enjoyed this one.  I was just a slut, and
was loving it.  Roger led me into his bedroom and told me I had to go now. 
He told me to pay attention to my e-mail.  He had more instructions for me
and he remined me that he wanted complete obedience.   I asked him just
what other things he was going to do and said that I had my limits.  He
glared at me and slapped me, hard!  I grabbed my cheek.  I wasn't expecting
that from him.  I looked at him.  He had an angry look in his eyes like I
had not seen before. "I will tell you what you will do.  If you don't like
that, then you ned to quit.  and you know the consequences of that!  Don't
ask any questions, just obey,..... or don't!   Besides,...you love it and
you know you do....don't you?"    I shook my head yes.   "Now get out of
here"he said.
I dressed quickly and left.  Driving back, I wondered waht was going to
happen.  Maybe I should just quit... I wondered about that Dawn.  What was
she all about.  Where had she gone?  Had I seen the last of her?   My mind
wandered and I thought of touching her body, of licking her pussy.  What
was the matterr with me!?    I needed to get a grip on reality.  

Next PartVII:  FemDOM

I awoke late the next morning and hurried to get some chores done before I
had to get ready for work.  I didn't have a lot of time to think.  I went
to work, working a cocktail lounge that night, and found myself thinking
about how it was with David the night before.  He was a stranger until that
night, but he was so good.  I got tingles when I thought about how he had
just taken me from behind and completely controlled my orgasms.  I hoped
that I would experience more of that.  
I arrived home a bit early, about 11:30 PM and took off my clothes and
headed for the shower.  I thought about the night before some more as I
rubbed the soap over my body and ran my soapy fingers over my breasts.  I
thought about that big cock of David's.  I ran my fingers over my ass and
slid a finger in as I dreamt of David pushing against my tight virgin hole
and the way he held me so steadily around my neck, controlling my pleasure
and opening my back door to his needs.  I ran my soapy hand over my clit
and felt it get hard.  Then suddenly my mind wandered to Dawn.  I saw her
stern look and I imagined my tongue running over her stiff nipples and
having her hand push my mouth into her crotch.   Damn!, what was the matter
with me?  Get a grip!   Surely I couldn't want to have a sex affair with
that dike, could I?  I dried off and slipped myself down in front of the
computer.   I turned it on and ran my fingers lightly over my nipples as I
awaited the e-mail cue to download.  The thought of getting another order
from Roger for sex was making me horny.  I couldn't let him know, but his
little blackmail scheme was turning out to be the best shot of sex therapy
I could imagine.  There it was, a message from Roger.  I looked and felt a
sense of let down....He only said he would be out of town and that I would
find other things to entertain myself until he got back.  There were a
couple of spam messages and then there was another from a "DOMLADY".  I
opened it and stared a minute.  It read. 
	 "Have a nice day you little bitch? Did you enjoy all those nice cocks
last night?  I bet you did.  But I know you were thinking about me, weren't
you?  Play with yourself today and dream of me?  I know all about you and
what a horny little bitch you are.  All you need is a little direction and
you will make a very good toy. Now, just point your little computer to
#Dawn on your IRC tonight at 1AM and we'll have a little talk about us.  
And if you think you'll just pass up the opportunity, which I know you
really don't want to, then remember that Roger loaned me your key."
My nipples were swelling and I could feel a tingle in my crotch as I read
it over again.  It was that Dawn woman.  What did she mean by my
key?....Damn! Roger must have clued her in on the pictures.  I wasn't sure
I wanted to take another step into the world of female domination, or
whatever it was.  She may be a psycho or something.  It would be better to
just move somewhere else and have a bunch of perverts drool over my
pictures than submit myself to this woman.  She could do anything if she
tied me up.  Nevertheless, I decided it would be best to go on IRC and see
what she had in mind.  Maybe it would be some sort of voyerism where she
watches me fuck some guy.  That wouldn't be so bad.  After all, she did
sort of excite me.  Her body was so sexy and her skin so dark and smooth. 
I had to admit that when she barked orders at me it made me feel sexy,
vulnerable, like when a man does the same thing.
1AM rolled around in no time at all.  As I brought up the IRC file, my
breasts beagan to tingle a little and I lightly pinched them to accentuate
the feeling.  Then my crotch started to get that wet feeling as I imagined
myself giving head to some guy while Dawn watched and barked orders at me
to swallow more. 
I entered #Dawn and waited.  Shortly the name DOMDAWN showed.
"Good little bitch, right on time, that will count in your favor"
"Hello, so what is it that you want?"
"We are really talking about what you want, aren't we you little slut? 
Didn't you just dream about being fucked again all day?  You like it don't
you?
I felt like she was reading my mind.. I replied..."Yes, I enjoyed the sex
last night"
"That's not all you want though, you wanted to suck on my nipples too, you
want to suck on my pussy too, don't you?  You are an insatiable sex whore
and you just haven't admitted it to yourself yet, but I know already."
"I think you are overstating reality" I replied.  Actually, she may have
been hitting very close to the truth, but then, aren't all people that way,
deep down inside?
"Don't talk back to me you little whore.  You are going to do this now. 
Get in your car, drive to I 40, southbound, get off at the E Street exit
and got two blocks to your first right -that's Wichita Street.  Then go
down a block to 345, on the right. Park, go through the back gate and to
the back door.  Drop your clothes there, you wont need them inside,  and
knock."
I thought about this.....no way. No way was I going to a strange house and
do what she says.  Pictures or no, this was going too far.  I replied..."I
don't think so.  I'll need to talk this over with Roger when he gets back"
I didn't have to wait long for a reply. "That act of insolence will come
back to you fucking little bitch. The clock is running, 20 minutes. Be
there!  Here's something for you to use to reinforce your decision."
I was about to sign off and begin my packing when several downloads
appeared,  I watched as they completed the download, then automatically
opened.  There I was sucking on Roper's cock. Then, Him squirting cum on my
face and me smiling at it! Then David pushing his big cock into my ass as I
smiled back at him.  As I suspected, the cameras were still rolling last
night! Then came the shocker.  A text list of e-mail addresses.  My
parents, aunts and uncles, former boyfriends, old school teachers.  How
could he have gotten such a list of people I knew?  If these pictures were
sent there I would be ashamed out of my life!  Then a last line on the
list......"Only 17 minutes left bitch!"
I was frozen as I looked at the list.  Oh shit I thought as I pulled on a
pair of shorts and a T shirt, grabbed the keys and headed for the door.  No
decision to make, I can think about it on the way to Wichita Street.  I
just hope she doesn't hurt me in some way.   As I got in my car I could
feel my breasts begin to swell again as they brushed against the T shirt. 
Damn my body for exposing me.  I was excited about touching her.  and her
touching me.  I just didn't know what to expect, a condition which provided
it's own stimulus. 
I jerked the car over to the curb with just a moment to spare and ran
through the back gate and into the yard.  It was an older house, but quite
large, in a suburban neighborhood.  The grass was cool and wet under my
bare feet as I approached the back door.  It was dark and I slipped out of
my jeans and let them drop to the ground, then my T-shirt. The cool air
assisted my already excited nipples into a stiff, upthrust condition.  I
was almost embarrassed by it and I ran my hands over them to warm them a
little, but they were stiff and I couldn't change that now.  Standing there
naked and exposed outside, I opened the screen and knocked.  There was a
moment's delay and the door opened.  It was dimly lit inside, but Dawn's
shilouete was unmistakable.  She was wearing high spike heels, stockings, a
garter belt, the same tight leather mini skirt and her leather, open front
bra. She reached behind her and took a leather strap in her hands and said
"Just in time my little slut.  I knew you would be here like the little
whore you are.  Look at those little tits just squirming for
attention.....you want it and you can't hide it can you?
I began to reply and she immediately slapped me across the face.  "Shut
your little bitch mouth and speak when I tell you to.", she screamed.  
Then she reached out and cinched the collar around my neck, tight.  Then
she attached a lead and pulled me into the door.  I stood there, motionless
trying to focus on the room.  She ran her fingers over my breasts and
lightly pinched each nipple.  "I'm going to have a good time with these
little buds.  You have a good body and with the right training you will be
a very fine toy for me.  You want to be my little toy, now don't you you
little bitch?....you may answer now"
I could feel her touch on my nipples and felt a tingle through my body.  My
crotch was going to expose me again because it was running over with juices
flowing from within.  "Yes" I replied to her question. "Good girl" was her
reply.  "Now, let's get you all set now, shall we?"   She led me into a
small open room with a table covered with various leather items.  I noticed
a riding crop with a large dildo handle.  A cat-o-nine tails whip, several
leather straps and .......uh oh, a couple small insulin-type injectors. 
She didn't speak, jut stared at me as she worked.  I was ordered to put my
hands behind my back, crossed.  She ran a leather Velcro strap around them
to secure them.  Standing there, my breasts were thrust out in front of me
lewdly, stiff and erect. She took two small strings  that were formed in a
loop and put one over each of my nipples.  She cinched them down tight
around the base, restricting the blood flow and causing them to grow even
larger.   She then did the same to my clit.  As she slid her finger in to
locate my clit she remarked..."I see you are mentally prepared you little
whore'.   'Do you get wet at everything you see?'  'Yes you do you little
slut!"  I cursed my body for revealing my feelings like that.  She knew I
was horny better than I did.   As she cinched down the loop on my clit she
attached a plastic clip to the swollen bud.  The pain was strange.  Sharp
at first, and then pleasureful in a new sort of way.  She attached a small
chain to the clip and ran it through my crotch, up my ass crack and then to
my collar, where she attached it with no slack. If I leaned my head
forward, I felt a pull at my clit. Then she took one of the injectors and
held it up.  "This will only sting a tiny bit.  Just relax.  It could be
anything and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, would you?", 
she said, with a cruel giggle.  My eyes widened.  She sensed my panic and
went on..."Well, don't worry, it is a blood stimulant',' We will put a
little into your nipples and you will have quite a wonderful sensation.' 
'It wears off, but not until you wish you had more!"  If you keep still, I
won't hurt you.' 'If you move, well..."  I felt the sting of the needle and
watched as she shot the clear liquid into each of my nipples.  I felt
nothing at first, then she ran her fingers over my nipples lightly and I
could see them swell until they stood out twice as swollen as normal and
the tips sticking out like thumbs.  She adjusted the restrictors to handle
the larger size and then she pinched each slightly.  I went crazy.  The
sensation was magnified twentyfold and tingles ran through my spine. My
vaginal walls convulsed and I could feel my lips moisten as my channel
overflowed.  She smiled as she tickled and pinched my nipples and watched
me react.  They became hot to the touch and ached a little.  Ached to be
touched. I felt like a bitch in heat. Wanting to have an orgasm, but unable
to cross that final barrier.  She smiled as she teased me..  "There now,
you are behaving just like the little bitch I knew you were."  "You want me
now don't you, want me to put a little something in your cunt don't you you
little whore?"  You may reply now"  I was in need.  I let loose.  "Yes, yes
fuck me please.  Give me something in my pussy."  I could hardly believe it
was me talking dirty like that to this woman.  Finally, she attached a clip
to each of my swollen nipples and each clip to a chain, which was run
through a loop in my collar.  The clips stung and at the same time
stimulated my nipples.  As I moved my head, the chain pulled lightly,
pulsing more sensations through my supersensitive breasts. She then led me
by the lead down a hall and then a set of stairs to a dimly lit basement.
As I adjusted to the dim light I could see what appeared to be one of those
BDSM cellars with all sorts of tables, benches, shackles etc.  Now I
wondered if things might turn for the worst.
She released my arms and put each wrist in a leather restraint, then
attached a cord and pulled them so I was spread eagle standing there.  Then
she attached a bar to my ankles, causing my legs to be spread wide.  I was
completely vulnerable at this point.   She walked over and took the crop
and approached me, running the tip over my breasts and across my swollen
nipples.  She flicked the chain attached to the clips and I flinched as it
was translated into pulled nipples.   "Now, I believe I detected a little
resistance to my invitation tonight when we spoke via IRC earlier, didn't
I?"  I remained silent..."Yes, you defied me."  She let the crop fall
across my buttocks with a loud crack.  I felt the pain rush through me and
yelped.  Then she slit a finger into my exposed pussy  and wiggled it,
sending me into ecstasy.  "Now we won't let that happen again will we?" 
Another swing, this time right across my breasts.  Crack, the pain, as she
continued to wiggle her finger in me.  "You can have pain or you can have
pleasure, the choice is yours, but not he choice of coming or going.' 'That
is my choice.  Understand?"  "You may reply"  I answered in the
affirmative, of course.  She then took the crop and stroked it down my
front, tapping it with light hits on my tits, my belly and then a sharp
snap on my  hairless pussy lips.  I jerked from the pain.  Then she took
the other end and slid it into my wet pussy, stroking it in and out and
letting me have the pleasure I had been craving.  "See, pain or pleasure. 
If you do as you are told, pleasure, if not..pain".  The lesson was easy to
understand and I humped on the dildo, looking for my orgasm which was just
a few strokes away.  Then she pulled the dildo out and came around to my
rear.  "Oh yes, you like it here don''t you."  She was teasing me and she
pushed the dildo against my puckered ass.  "Come on now, you opened up fo
him, now you can open up for me.   I relaxed and the dildo slipped in. She
pumped it way out and in as she grabbed the chain and jerked it to pull my
clit with the clip.  The sensation was undescribable,  The near climax
feeling, the pain, the invasion of my ass.  Then she pulled out of that
too.  She slapped my ass hard again with the crop and came around to my
front and locked her lips on my mouth.  Feeding me her tongue, she ran the
dildo up along my crotch, teasing my orgasm. "I think you need to return my
favors now you little bitch."  She released my hands and my feet and led me
to a low, padded bench.  There was a pair of rings in the floor and she
attached my wrist restraints to them so I was kneeling over the bench, my
face about a foot above it. The she sat in front of me straddling the
bench.  She leaned back and, grabbing my hair, pulled my mouth into her
crotch.  "Now you do me you little cunt lick."  My face was pulled roughly
into her pussy and I worked my tongue to slide up between her lips.  She
was wet, but smelled clean and my tongue quickly found her tunnel and I
slid it in as deep as I could.  I could hear her moan a little as I worked
my tongue in and out of her.  Then I would slide it up over her clit and
lightly bite it.  I did everything that I know I enjoyed.  I was surprised
at how aroused I was by it.   Her juices tasted peculiar, familiar, but the
taste and the smell made my pussy water even more.  I felt like the orgasm
would be my own and worked toward that end.  I could feel my nipples being
pulled by the chain that attached them to my neck and I rocked my head so
my clit would get steadily pulled.  I dove into her and sucked and licked
with all my vigor.   She reacted with jerks and moans as she yanked my head
against her thrusting hips.  Before long her juices began to pour out and
her channel tightened on my tongue and she climaxed.  She demanded more and
I continued to suck on her for a blur of time.  I remember a second orgasm
and then she released me.  I had to stay there, on my knees with my face an
inch from her pussy as she lay there, relaxing and recovering.  Finally she
said.  "That is what I was hoping for.  I could tell when I saw you that
you would be a good toy.  You liked sucking on my pussy almost as much as
you like those big cocks."   "Usually I need to use a little more
persuasion to get that sort of performance out of a woman, but you are a
natural slut just as I thought you little bitch."  I didn't know how to
take that.  I was confused.  I did like it. I was eating her, because I
liked it, not out of fear.  She reached down and removed the clips from my
nipples, then she unstrapped me and led me to a table.  She told me to
mount and she strapped my arms and legs to the sides.  Then she went to
work on me, running her tongue through my pussy and sucking my enlarged
nipples in between her teeth, pinching biting, sucking. I fell into one
orgasm, then another , then another.    I was a fucking slut, that was for
sure, and I loved it.

To be continued.........
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