Message-ID: <3827eli$9709062219@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3827.txt> From: "Tawny Hess" <tawny6@hotmail.com> Subject: My Story, Part X Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <01bcb96b$40b25700$2b6d400c@valuedcu> ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ Caution, this story is for adults only. If you are not 18, go elsewhere to read. Delete this and get off this newsgroup page! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ 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, PowWow 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. My personal background is that 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, and inquiring minds always seem to want to know.... 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.) Part X: With This Collar..... I cannot explain now the way I felt after being totally controlled and fucked by a group of men for a weekend. It was total immersion in sex and I had actually enjoyed it. No, not all of it was fun, but I was never really scared. I knew Roger was connected to this and he would not let anything happen to me. Nonetheless, I just was not ready for some of the things that were done to me and I didn't feel comfortable fucking strangers....but then there was that sex machine that had fucked me so good before I left. I wanted more of him and I had an inner feeling that I would have to pay something to get some more of him. He was pure sex. So was Roger, but this guy didn't even have a name. He just stared deep into my eyes and fucked; like I imagined an animal might fuck. Heartless, and with no other purpose but to cum in my belly and fill me with his juices. The thought of him made my lips spread and my vagina moisten. The memory of his cold eyes and his hard cock fucking me kept wandering through my mind. The sound of a clock sounding brought me to. I was in the shower and the warm water coursed over my shoulders and down my chest, running in rivulets between my swollen breasts. My finger was up my vagina and the rubbing on my clit was arousing, despite the soreness of my overused pussy. Jesus! it was a quarter to 10 and I was supposed to be at The Leopard at 10. The Leopard was one of the best strip joints in town and I had been waiting almost a year to get in. Then last week I got a call from the manager and I was in. Now that I think of it, I wonder if Roger had anything to do with it. His friend had seen me at the DejaVu a couple weeks back when I was filling in for another girl. Well, it didn't really matter now. I grabbed a towel and ran it over my body, grabbed my outfit bag, threw on a T and some cutoffs and ran out the door. On the way, my mind drifted to that guy again. I guess I should give him a name.....hmmmmm, Rod? Hunk?....Rod, yes that would be fine...I though of Rod, fucking me, staring at me and pushing his big cock into my slit, watching his shaft slide in and out of me while he manhandled my tits and dug his strong hands into my hips and my ass. I recovered from that thought as I screeched into the Leopard parking lot about 5 minutes late. When I got inside I quickly got to a dressing table and stripped in front of a mirror. There were four or five other girls in the dressing room chatting about this and that and I had a light conversation with a couple. I noticed a narrow window behind me and could see several faces staring into the dressing room. What a cute touch, one of the girls told me they allowed customers to "peek",. for a price of course. I felt just a little bit more naked knowing there were several sets of eyes on me. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. My tits were full and uplift. My tan accentuated the curvature of my breasts and made my dark nipples stand out against the white flesh surrounding them. A sprinkle of freckles on my chest drew attention to the deep cleavage. My tight stomach and the light cut of my arm and leg muscles gave my body the healthy look I liked and my round, tanned buttocks were tight and smooth. I would be one of the best lookers on the runway tonight and I would like it. Not just for the tips that would roll in, but because I liked the feeling that comes with being wanted, of being an object of sex. I was confident that I was a pleaser and any man would like what he got, if he could just get me. I slid a black G up over my clean pussy, feeling the string slid up through the crack of my ass and the elastic band bite into my hip. I pulled the matching triangles of cloth over my head and adjusted them over my nipples, feeling the elastic cut into my midriff. I slipped on a tight halter, tied in the front so my tits would pour out the top and my nipples would swell through the material. Then I stepped into my short cutoffs, ready for my first performance. I went through the door, down a short hallway and was behind the curtain as the last act was ending. The stage manager was standing there, it was a black woman, tall, with powerful muscles. She turned to me and reached back for my ass and pulled me close to her. She couldn't help but see the shock on my face....it was Dawn! She held me close to her and put her face close to mine and snarled .."You're a little late baby.' 'I don't like it when one of my girls is late.' 'You're gonna have to pay me for that a little later, now aren't you honey?" I wasn't sure what to say. Was it Roger who got me this job, or Dawn, or both? "Yes Mistress", blurted out of my mouth. My heart raced as I considered the possibility of her tying me and using me again. She was cruel and I just didn't think she liked me. She patted my ass lightly and told me to do well tonight and she would consider "going easy" on me. I wasn't sure what she meant, but as I stepped out into the bright lights, I put it behind me. There was a sea of horny man stuff to please in front of me. The music was hot, the lights were hot and I was getting hot as I let the music swing my body as I moved up and down the runway. There were a couple of cute guys in the front row at the end of the runway. Perfect! I crouched down and reached out the end of my halter knot. The guy took it and I could feel my breasts bounce up against the thin material of my bikini top as the knot released. I could see the eyes droop to my chest as I turned away and let him pull the halter off my shoulders. I made my way back up the ramp and bent at the waist as I slid the tight jeans down over my smooth tanned buttocks. Peeking between my legs, I could see the crowd stare at my round ass. Each of them wanting to mount me from behind, each wanting to release their seed in me. Standing, I went back down the ramp, watching them as they stared in desperation to see the little knobs that were pressing through the thin fabric covering my nipples. They didn't need to wait long, I stripped those last little covers off and felt the cooling breeze from the stage fan blow across my nakedness as I wheeled and bounced on the stage. Grabbing the pole and running my crotch along its cold surface, feeling it's hardness between my breasts. Watching the eyes stare,, the mouths water. I wanted to fuck them all, one after another. I was such a slut , such a whore. I loved it! As I slipped back into the dressing room, Dawn was there, waiting for me. "Good job up there you little bitch." I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I knew I did well, I was into it. They could sense my womanhood, I could feel my crotch, swollen and wet. Dawn sensed it too. "Come here baby." She motioned me to the dressing table and reached out with a hand and grabbed my nipple hard, pulling me to her and motioning me to sit on the table. She stood in front of me, forcing my knees apart. I couldn't resist her for some reason. Part was fear that she would release my past to all my known friends and relatives, but most was a feeling inside that she needed to be obeyed, that she was in charge of my sexuality. I thought of resisting, but my physical being immediately obeyed her every command. I looked at her as she slid her finger along my slit and pushed it in to her first knuckle, wiggling a little and smiling. "Like that, don't you you little bitch." She said as she squeezed on my nipple a little harder. Pain and pleasure, she was always pain and pleasure. "Yes Mistress, it is wonderful" I replied, wondering if it was really my voice that spoke the words. "Good, I think you'll do well here then'. 'Now I want you to go entertain our guests in the audience and do a good job.' 'If I like your work, I may let you suck on my pussy later on." Then she walked out. I noticed a few eyes staring from the viewing slot. I was naked, with my pussy gaping open and wet. I regained my composure, slipped on my cutoffs and halter and went down to the waitress station. Time to do the crowd. I had never done lap dances before, although I had seen it a million times. The only thing that worried me was how to control myself. I imagine the men felt like exploding, not being able to touch, but I imagined I would feel the same way. I didn't have to wait long. I didn't get ten feet into the crowd before a $20 bill dragged across my stomach, the standard tip for a lap dance. He was a middle aged guy, kinda burly, with slightly smelly breath. I straddled his legs and rubbed my ass on his lap as I rested my arms on his shoulders and moved my cleavage in until I could feel his breath on my chest. He was getting tight, nervous and I could feel his cock pushing against his trousers. I felt another bill in my waist band, so I stood up and took off my cutoffs.. I turned and sat on his lap, feeling his hard cock bulge against my ass. I took his hand and guided it to my halter tie. He grabbed my breast and I felt my tits begin to ache. But that was a no no, so I slapped his hand and pulled it away. He yanked on the tie and I felt my tits break free. I turned around and put them up to his face so he could see my firmness and gawk at my erect nipples. He was hot, and so was I. I coulda fucked him, but not tonight, time to move on. I lapped five guys without having to serve a single drink. Yep, I was a hit. I had been at work for about an hour and already had about $200. I could see that I was going to pick up over a thousand that night, and I was loving it too. It was nearly 4 AM by the time the club closed up. The last of the customers found their way out into the lonely pre-dawn dampness and I packed up my things in the dressing room and headed for the door. As I got to my car I heard footsteps behind me. It was Dawn again. She was in her leather outfit, Tight miniskirt. Leather vest with a bare middle. Carrying her little whip/dildo. "You did good honey.", she said, as she stepped up close. "I can tell you like men, you know that?" "I know you like women too though." You just plain old like sex, any way it comes, because you're a little fuck whore." She said with a big smile..."And that's why I like you so much." I didn't know how to reply again...."Is there anything I can do for you mistress?" I blurted out, a bit nervously. "Go home now my little cunt.' Get yourself some sleep, then do a little surfing tomorrow....I mean the Siberia type." "And never, I mean never ever go for more than 12 hours without checking your e-mail again." "This exercise was just child's play.' 'If it happens again, I may have to get personally involved in straightening your attitude out." "Understand?" she said, as she ran whip-dildo up my leg to my crotch while she looked menacingly into my eyes. "Yes mistress, I understand." I replied as I backed away and got in my car. "Oh, you owe me a red ass for taking your Ben Wa out before I told you to. I will take my punishment out on you soon little bitch." I just looked at her, then shut the car door. It took only a short time to get home without traffic. I entered my apartment to find I was not to be left alone for the evening. There was a man sitting on my sofa, his back to me, his attention on the television. I approached him slowly, looking for signs of anyone else. The TV had an erotic movie playing. Two men were having sex with a woman and the music was playing that repetitive rock sound similar to most x-movies. I said "Who are you?" For a reply, my visitor arose. It was Roger. "Hey Tawny!" "I haven't seen you for a few days, so I thought I'd stop in." "Working hard?" He asked. I replied, "Yes, I just started a new club....." He cut me off ..... "I know everything about you Tawny." 'More than you know I know." "Oh do you now?", I said, somewhat teasingly His look got stern. "Yes, I do" "For example, I know you have been dreaming of a certain man fucking you with his big cock., haven't you Tawny?" My mind raced, How could he know what I was thinking? I had just been thinking of "Rod" as I came up to the door. "No No I haven't" I lied. "What do you think I am anyway?" I almost wished I could reach out and bring those words back. "Tawny, don't lie to me." "You are my little fuck slave, that's what, Tawny." "I Think you need to have me tell you how, where and when to fuck and suck and please anyone I think you need to please." "I think you need to address me as Sir at all times Tawny" "Now, come here" "Come Close to me" I approached him and he placed his hand on my breast, sliding his fingers along the edge of my halter and to the tie in front. He pulled and my breasts fell out to his touch. He tightly pinched my nipple in his fingers and squeezed one, good and hard. My breast swelled to the touch revealing my inner lust. "Now tell me about what you think about Tawny, this time the truth." "I, I think about one of the men who used me over the weekend." "One with a cold stare and a large cock." "I keep seeing his stare and his cock sliding in and out of me." "In and out of you....Sir" His hand moved to my nipple and pulled hard. "In and out of your what Tawny?" "Your cunt, isn't that what you mean Tawny?" "If that's what you mean, say it." He said, as he pinched my other nipple hard. My breasts reacted again, swelling, getting hot, my nipples hardening. He could see it. "You are a horny little cunt Tawny, I could see that from the beginning." "You just like the fuck, don't you?" "You are a woman made to be fucked." "And I'm the man to see to it you get what you need." "Now, what is it you were thinking about?" I felt helpless in front of Roger. He knew exactly what I was thinking. "I was thinking of a man with a big cock fucking me in the cunt Sir." "Better, my little cock sucker." "Come here and take my cock now." He placed his hand on my head and guided me to his crotch. I unsnapped him and lowered his shorts as his half-hard cock fell out of his pants and danced in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and began to suck him, feeling his cock grow in my mouth and fill my cavity with warm throbbing manhood. He held my head firmly and thrust his hard cock in and out of my mouth, forcing it down my throat, withdrawing and thrusting, in and out, in and out. He kept thrusting hard and holding my head hard. His legs tensed and I could sense his orgasm forming after her kept thrusting into me for 5 - 10 minutes, who knows. "Good little whore." "Suck it you little bitch." "Suck my cock baby, suck it good, suck down all that nice cum I've got for you my little slut." He was turning me on madly with his dirty talk and the vigor of his thrusts, the hardness of his cock, his authoritarian way. I was Roger's sex toy and his cum was mine always. His thrusts became erratic and he began to jerk uncontrollably as his sperm began to cascade into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, but good old Roger kept pumping and cumming in my mouth. Sperm dribbled down my chin and onto my chest between my breasts. Roger pushed me back onto the edge of the sofa and squeezed my tits together around his shaft. He began to stroke in and out of my cum soaked breasts and run his long cock up over my slick chin. I opened for him and he thrust his head into my mouth at the end of each thrust. He grabbed my breasts roughly and continued to fuck them with long strokes. His face grimaced as he hard fucked my tits . After some time he became stiff again and grunted as another orgasm pumped sperm through his cock and out onto my chest and onto my chin, lips, in my mouth, up over my cheek and into my left eye. His cum squirted all over my face as I struggled to open wide and catch it all in my mouth. Then he grabbed me tight by the neck and turned me around. He reached around to my face, wiped it with his hand and ran his fingers into my mouth. "Suck my cum off, bitch, suck it all off." He leered as he ran his fingers over my cum soaked face and into my sucking mouth. Then he began to fuck me from behind, holding me tight around the throat and fucking me with long hard strokes. His cock felt wonderful in my cunt. It was still hard and I could feel the long 8 inches on his mushroom topped head slide in and out, pulling my wetness out with it and wetting my inner legs. I absolutely could not move and he would alternately squeeze until I could not breathe and then let me go, so he could hear my gasps in between my pants as my orgasm rose within me. I was about to explode when he suddenly stopped. He stood me up and pushed me back against the wall, holding me there with his strong arm. "Tawny, you like me to fuck you don't you." "Yes I do, Sir." I said, wondering what was going to happen next. Roger reached down to the table and pulled up a big black dog collar. "A bitch needs a collar, doesn't she?" He said, as he slipped it around my neck and tightened it almost to the point of choking. "This you will wear always while in my house, or here. Everywhere except public places, unless I tell you to." "You understand that, right?" "Yes Sir, I understand." He then grabbed the ring on the collar and led me over to my bed. He lay me on it, on my back and ran a chain through the ring and up to each bed stead. He fastened the chains to the bed, immobilizing my upper torso. Then he strapped each leg to a bed leg, so I was stretched out on the bed, save for my arms. My pussy was completely exposed and he stuffed two pillows under my ass to elevate my pussy more. Then he got out his cellular phone and dialed. A few muffled words, then he went to the door. There was a knock and the door opened and closed. Roger came back in, looked at me and smiled, then reached down and picked up a video camera out of his bag. "Smile my little cunt." "I just know you're gonna like this picture." I looked at the video camera and got nervous. I didn't want myself on film for god's sake. Then my attention was distracted to another form at the doorway. It was a man, completely naked. It was Rod............ I can't explain the feelings that rushed over me as I saw him. His cock, huge, half hard, hanging there. The cold stare in his face. He moved his hand down to his cock and began to stroke it. It grew, it grew huge. 10, maybe 12 inches, hard, thick, pulsing, the head looking like a ripe plumb. The slit open, the precum dripping. His muscles rippling, his chest bulging, hairy. He approached me like an animal might. Looking at me. As he kneeled on the bed Roger adjusted the camera and the lights came on bright and hot on my body. The camera blinked as it recorded the scene on videotape for an unknown audience. Rod half smiled down at me as he aimed his meat at my pussy and ran the head up and down my slit, wetting it and his head. His precum mixed with my own juices to make a slippery film on my smooth pussy. He aimed and popped his head in an inch, rocking back and forth, fucking me with an inch of his cock. My senses reeled as I saw Roger zooming in on my cunt, the big cock in it, the heat of the lights, the orgasm already growing in me. Rod held my thighs hard inn his iron grasp. I kept my arms back over my head and looked at Rod's face as he stared at me menacingly. He was on his knees and his cock was bent down to intercept my cunt. Two inches sliding in now. He was making me crazy. My pussy convulsed and my body stiffened as an orgasm washed over me. Rod just fucked and held me. Three inches now. His pace increased to a steady 70 thrusts a minute. His cock very hard and his arms tight. Sweat began to form on his forehead and my body was soaked as he forced 4 inches into my wet cunt. He fucked me and fucked me. I had another orgasm. The camera blinked, The cock went in another inch, the pace remained steady. Six inches now, like a "normal" human fucking me. But Rod was no normal human. He grunted and reached up to pin my arms over my head, then he thrust his legs out from under him and assumed a pushup position over me. He stared at me coldly as he pushed the rest of his powerful cock into my cunt. I felt his hair press against my smooth lips as my orgasm squeezed his shaft in its tight sheath. He pulled his cock out to one inch, then pushed it in. Out, in, out, in. He built up the pace to 10, 20, 30, 40 strokes a minute. All the way out, all the way in, over and over. Another orgasm. I had to scream that time. How many was it, five? This animal fucked me like I never thought possible. He fucked, stroked, sweat, rammed my cunt over and over. I could not move, I just moaned as he fucked me like a machine. Roger, I lost him in the haze, no there he was, still filming. Rod's body tightened. His muscles bulged, he pinned my arms so tight I was afraid he would break them. He groaned loudly and his cock stiffened as he rammed hard into me. The cum filled my cunt and squirted out along the shaft and out on my cunt lips. He pulled out a little then rammed back in. A groan and another rush of hot jism deep inside me. I had another orgasm, I got faint, then I must have passed out. -- tawny6@hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /