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Tawny and the Charity Food Drive

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For the most part these stories are from Tawny’s viewpoint, with some segments being from her husband Eric’s viewpoint.

Tawny loves to be used by multiple guys who treat her roughly. Her being a slut to be used by strangers is something that Eric understands and supports, not only because he loves her, but because hearing about it is a huge turn-on for him as well. Tawny charging her “customers” for these parties is an idea she had to get the type of sex she enjoys, but still have boundaries. She’d happily do it all for free, the money is just a way to ensure that the guys feel entitled to treat her as roughly as she wants to be treated.

Ideally, these stories should be read in order. However, if the reader’s only interest is in hearing what is happening to Tawny in this installment, it’s not strictly necessary.

It is strongly suggested to at least first read her origin story “Tawny and the Value Given” to better understand her lifestyle, and to get an idea of what will (and won’t) be happening to her in these stories.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI’s don’t exist and The Pill is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, and a low but non-zero pregnancy risk. Tawny’s sexual tastes are not shared by all, or probably even most, women.

Also note that when Tawny goes to a stranger’s house for sex, they have been vetted and someone she trusts always knows where she’s going and who she’s meeting.

The Tawny Chronicles so far:

– Tawny and the Value Given

– Tawny and the Five Guys

– Tawny and the Fraternity Reunion

– Tawny and the Charity Food Drive

Copyright © 2021 by EightBits.

All Rights Reserved.

Tawny and the Charity Food Drive

Can Do

The week went by quickly, and I drove to the party excited to find out just what a charity event considered to be kinky. I arrived at one of the area’s nicer hotels, the Maru Oceanfront, and parked around the back as instructed. I was barely out of the car when I saw a well-dressed woman step out a door and walk towards me. As she got closer I could see that she was quite attractive, and looked to be of Japanese ancestry. Maybe five or so years older than me? I settled on a guess of 38.

She stopped, held out her hand, and said in a cultured, yet sensual voice, “You of course, are Tawny. Thank you for coming my dear. I’m Miki”

This was not the type of greeting I was used to at these parties, but I tried not to look surprised and we gently shook hands. “Yes, I’m Tawny, thank you for having me.”

Ok, so no one had actually had me yet, but I was pretty sure more than one of them was going to before the night was over!

“Follow me inside please,” she said, and we walked together back towards the door.

“Is my understanding that your associate has not given you any details of tonight’s events correct?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s correct. My clientele usually comes up with novel ways to, umm, ‘enjoy me’.” Her politeness and obvious class made it hard to just casually talk about guys squeezing my boobs and fucking me.

I forged ahead, “I find that they often derive pleasure from my reactions to their enjoyment. Therefore I’ve instructed him to tell me the bare minimum about tonight so my reactions to what is done to me will be truly spontaneous.” I didn’t mention that it added immensely to my excitement to not know how I was going to be used and abused, or by who.

“In that case, I will tell you as little as possible about each event until they occur. The more pleasure our donors derive, the more money they tend to contribute,” she said with a polite smile.

We entered the sort of back-stage area of what looked to be a modest-sized hotel ballroom. She opened the door to a small room and said, “Here is a dressing room for your use. Of course, considering your role tonight, perhaps ‘un-dressing room’ would be a more accurate designation.”

Again, a polite smile, although this time tinged with genuine humor.

She continued, “You may wait in here.”

She followed me inside and closed the door behind us. Looking at me with a serious expression, she said, “Before we proceed, I must ask you – are you here of your own free will? Are you under any sort of duress?”

Surprised, I shook my head “no”.

She said, “Please believe me when I tell you that if you are, I will help you. The resources I can call upon are… significant.”

I was amazed by her concern, and her offer. “No, I’m not being forced in any way at all. Eric is my business associate, not my pimp. It is 100% my decision to be here tonight,” I said in a formal tone.

She smiled and said, “Good. From my interaction with Eric, and after meeting you in person I didn’t believe that you were, but I always want to be completely sure.”

She continued, “One of my assistants will call for you shortly, and will get you in place to greet bahis şirketleri the guests as they arrive.”

She gave me a half-nod, half-bow, and left the room, surprising me again. I was sort of expecting her to watch me undress.

The room was small, obviously a storage room set up for my use. I set down my bag and undressed, carefully folding my clothes and placing them on a table. Naked, I sat down on a chair and thought about how different this was from my two most previous parties, where the hosts had treated me like a slut from the moment I walked in the door. Not that I didn’t love that, of course, but this interesting too. I did know that just because Miki had been polite, respectful, and concerned didn’t change the fact that she had hired me for a night of bondage and sex. I was expecting the guests, and probably her assistants, to treat me a lot more like the five guys or the frat dudes had.

Adding to the night’s list of surprises, the gentleman who “called for me” was actually a gentleman. He quietly knocked on the door, and waited until I stood and opened it. Sure, he then took a good look at my boobs and the rest of my naked body, but he did it as politely as any guy ever has.

“Hi Tawny, I’m Perry. I’ll be in charge of security tonight. Can I get you a water or anything else before we begin?”

“No, I’m good, thanks, I brought some with me. Hydration is really important.” I gave him a chaste smile. Which was not the smile I wanted to give him – you know I’m a sucker for a man in well-tailored suit. But if he was being a gentleman, I’d be a lady. A naked lady, but still a lady.

“Do you have any questions I can answer?”

“No, but thank you. Unless you happen to know – what is the sound of one hand clapping?” I said, tilting my head.

He looked at me like he couldn’t decide if I was being funny or if my non-sequitur indicated a poor grasp of reality. He decided to go with funny, and grinned at me. It was a good grin. “No, sorry. Follow me please.”

Perry was a big guy. Not football-linebacker big, but about 6’1″ and solid. He wasn’t bulky like a weightlifter type, but more like a guy who started out big and then worked to tone up what nature had given him. I’m tall for a girl, but I still felt small and delicate next to him as we walked out into the ballroom, and towards the main entrance.

Perry said, “So, I’m curious –“

“About how a nice girl like me etc.?” I interjected.

He laughed. It was a good laugh. “No. Well, ok. Yes. Damn, that’s such a cliche, right? But you seem a little different than the girls we usually get for these events.”

I’d never had a client ask me a genuine question. Usually it was questions like “tight enough bitch?” or “how do you like this cock?”, so I had to think about how to answer him.

“I think you are genuinely curious, not looking for some tawdry titillating tale,” I said.

He smiled and said, “Nice alliteration!” and waited for me to continue. I got the impression that he was good at waiting for people to continue.

I gave him my standard story. “I discovered that with a good body and a high pain-tolerance, I could make good money. And I like money.”

He frowned slightly, and for some reason I added, “Or maybe this is just a good way to get my kinky desires satisfied.” I realized that was way too much like the truth, and gave him a big fake-looking “only kidding” smile.

He nodded, politely acting like he believed my first answer, but I glanced up at him and could see he was thinking about my stupidly honest follow-up. Oh what the hell, I thought, he’s just a staff member who wangled a chance to escort the naked girl, and see her boobies close up.

The ballroom was full of very nicely decorated tables. Tasteful photos of volunteers handing out food, and of people holding bags and boxes of food while looking happy and grateful were on one of the walls. There was plenty of activity as various people were getting things set up for the event. They all paused to look at me, because I guess it’s hard to ignore a naked blonde walking though a hotel ballroom. You know what an exhibitionist I am, so you can imagine how this excited me. You won’t be shocked to hear that I was sort of hoping that Perry might be planning to have a little fun before the party began.

We stopped at some sort of display next to the main doors, which were closed. There was a big frame, with cuffs hanging from chains at the top corners, and two more cuffs laying on a cross beam that was a few feet above the floor, with chains that ran to the corners. It was made of wood and very nicely finished, so it actually looked at home here in a ballroom. A beam stuck out in front of it from the top, with a couple eye-bolt attachment points.

“Wrists please, Tawny,” he said. I held my arms up and out, and he fastened the top cuffs snugly around them.

“Tawny, I’m going to set you up on that beam,” Perry said. He put his hands on my waist and effortlessly lifted me up onto the beam. What can bahis firmaları I say, his warm hands on my naked hips and that demonstration of his strength definitely made my pussy a little wetter.

“If you would spread your legs please. Good, thanks.”

With my legs spread wide, but not uncomfortably, he fastened the lower cuffs and proceeded to take the slack out of the chains. He then took up the slack on my arms, again stopping with the chains almost slack.

“These will get tightened up a bit closer to when the doors open, but I wanted you as comfortable as possible until then.”

The politeness I’d been shown so far was beginning to freak me out a little, but I just said, “Thanks Perry, I appreciate that.”

“I’ve got to go check on some of the security details. In about five minutes the prep crew will finish you up. Doors open in fifteen.” He nodded to me and walked off, leaving me naked and on display. Yes, the people setting up the room were still looking at me every so often, which was still turning me on.

After I had gotten all the entertainment I was going to get out of watching people put centerpieces on tables and fold napkins, the “prep crew” showed up. This was two men and a woman, all three dressed in some sort of waiter-ish uniforms. They were pushing a cart full of equipment, and a dolly with what looked like a teeter-totter on it.

“We’re going to prep you now,” said the woman. With that extensive conversation out of the way, they began. I had apparently found the place to get my sex-object fetish fulfilled, because they were impersonal and efficient as they handled my body.

She took a step-stool from the cart, placed it in front of me and began to expertly tie up my breasts. She didn’t bother asking if the ropes were too tight or anything like that, she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to do was tie my breasts up pretty damn tight! She placed about six loops around the base of each breast, and ended up with a length of rope coming from the each one. She tied these together at a point above my head, and attached that rope to another longer one that she threaded through a pulley she hooked to the projecting beam.

Meanwhile, the guys had taken the teeter-totter, and as you might have guessed, placed one end between my spread legs. Without any warning, one of them stuck his fingers up my pussy, making me gasp. He did it like he you fist a girl, fingertips together to form a cone. That wasn’t his plan however, he just poked around a bit, nodded to himself and walked over to the cart.

He came back with two of what looked to be large dildos. They were a little wider at the base than at the tip, and made of very polished metal. He attached one to the arm of the teeter-totter beneath me and then raised it up, stopping with the tip just below the entrance to my pussy. He took the second one and placed it on the beam below me, where he snapped it in place.

The other guy had been fastening a large basket to the other end of the arm, and the gal who had tied up my tits attached a matching basket at the other end of that rope, causing a light pull on my tits. I now had a pretty good idea of what was planned. The finishing touch was of course a ball gag, tightly fastened behind my head.

The guys then tightened the chains on my arms, making them taut and slightly uncomfortable, followed by the same for my legs, spreading them just a little wider. She then took a long, bright red metal rod from the cart, climbed the ladder, and inserted it into mounts on both sides of the frame. She positioned it so that my nipples were lightly resting on it.

One of the guys patted my ass, happy with their work, and they gathered up their cart and vanished out a side door.

While I waited, I had some time to consider my situation. She’d tied my breasts tight, making them even firmer than usual and causing them to look like rounded globes. I’ve had them tied tighter, so the goal here was apparently to let them be pulled rather than make them painful just by being constricted.

I looked at teeter-totter thing, whose function was pretty obvious. Weight in the basket made that end go down, and made the other end with the dildo go up. Up into my waiting pussy. The lever arm’s fulcrum was not in the center, but much closer to the basket end. I tried to remember my basic physics, and decided that meant it would act to reduce the force on my end relative to the force on that end. Good I guessed?

I could see a clock from my position, and right at the opening time, Miki came from the back and walked towards me. She didn’t say anything as she passed me, but did a quick assessment of how I was tied, then smiled at me and nodded on her way to the doors. She opened them and entered the lobby, where I heard her address the people waiting for entrance.

“Welcome everyone and thank you for attending tonights Third-Annual Kato Maru Charity Food Drive. We hope that tonight’s special entertainment will delight you as the night kaçak bahis siteleri progresses. I see that most of you have brought the canned-goods we requested as a symbolic donation. A symbol of the actual cash donations I know you will be making tonight.” She paused for laughs from the crowd. “As you will discover as you enter the ballroom, there was an additional reason for the cans.”

“Upon entry, you will see a beautiful girl displayed for your viewing pleasure. You will be able to decide how you would like to see her affected by the cans you brought, by placing them in one of two baskets. The results of your choices will be obvious when you step inside. Please form an orderly line and have your invitations ready to present to our greet staff. Welcome!”

Ok, I knew the baskets were going to get something placed in them, but I wasn’t expecting canned goods! Miki took a position next to me, facing the door, as the first guest entered.

“Oh, she is lovely! And indeed displayed quite nicely. Miki, you never disappoint.”

Miki smiled and nodded in acceptance of his compliment. She then gave the brief explanation I’d hear her repeat many times to come. “The upper basket is attached to her prominent breasts, with obvious results as canned goods are donated to their associated basket. Note the red bar that will show the progress of those donations by indicating where her nipples were when the night began.”

She continued, gesturing at the teeter-totter, “The lower basket will cause the object to progress upwards into her lady parts. As you can see, that object also gets somewhat wider as it goes deeper, for added entertainment. It’s twin is placed there for comparison, so the guests can appreciate just how far it’s progressed inside her body as the donations accumulate.”

The first guest thought about what she’d said, and said, “Cannot resist causing her pussy to be penetrated!” He smiled and carefully placed his canned food into the lower basket, causing the dildo to gently just enter my pussy. He then stepped to the side, where he stared at my body and waited for the next guest’s choice.

This was a couple, who conferred briefly before placing each of their cans into the upper basket. I felt the pull on my tits, and could see my nipples raise up just above the bar. Not painful yet, but it sounded like a large crowd!

I watched as guests began to fill the baskets. My breasts were now being noticeably raised, and the pain was slowly increasing. As for my pussy, the metal cone was several inches in, and widening enough that I could feel my pussy widen to accommodate it.

One woman dressed in a very shiny dress whose neckline plunged to her navel placed her can into the lower basket and said, “Oh, I do hope enough people contribute tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing that dildo all the way up her!”

Miki responded, “Yes, that’s my hope as well, but it depends on the choices the guests make. We did make sure there would be enough cans donated to make that possible.”

I looked at the “sample” dildo and a thrill of fear went through me. That thing was longer than I thought my pussy could accept. On the other hand, how high did I really want my tits pulled up? Because that seemed the only way to spare my pussy!

The next guest to enter had apparently started the party early, as he loudly said,”Oh, I bet this bitch is enjoying having something big up her cunt! It’s her tits that need my help!”

Miki frowned at him as he dropped his can of food into the upper basket, causing my boobs to twitch upwards and give me a small surge of pain.

“They’re still not high enough,” he said in a disgusted tone, “What they need is a good pull!”

He placed his hand on the rim of the basket and pulled down, causing the pain in my tits to double as I closed my eyes and moaned into the gag. It only lasted a second before the pull subsided. I opened my eyes to see that Perry had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and had one hand tightly around the guest’s forearm, countering his attempt to pull on the basket attached to my tits. Perry tightened his grip, and the man’s face lost all color. With a squeak he let go of the basket.

Perry put his arm around the man’s shoulders and discretely walked him into the ballroom. To a casual observer it looked they they were old friends having a talk, but I was pretty sure whatever Perry was saying to him was not friendly.

Miki looked up at me and quietly said, “My apologies, Tawny. Not for the pain, I know that’s why you are here, but for his boorish violation of the game’s rules. He won’t bother you again.”

If it weren’t for the ball gag, I might actually have told her how much that had excited me. Being on display as my pussy was slowly violated and my tits steadily pulled was a turn on, but actively rough treatment like his impulsive pulling on the basket is what I was used to! Perry’s alpha-male display had sent a little jolt of heat though my pussy as well.

After several more guests had added to the pull on my tits and the intrusion into my pussy, Miki signaled to the door staff and they halted the flow of guests into the room. One of them leapt agilely up onto the beam I was on and proceeded to remove my ball gag.

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