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Some readers thought this story would go well on your server.  I enclose 
here.  due to the size, I am placing it here in parts.  Here are the 
first three.  If you accept it, I will send more.  Thank you.

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. .

Part 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!?

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. 

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......



Tawny
tawny6@hotmail.com


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