Tawny and the Trade Show

Tawny loves to be used by multiple guys who treat her roughly. Her desire to be used by strangers and treated like a slut is something that her husband Eric understands and supports, not only because he loves her, but because hearing about it is a huge turn-on for him as well.

While sex with multiple guys (and the occasional woman) is almost always a primary feature of these stories, they also contain explicit aspects of bondage, S&M, and other general kink.

If you would like to have a better idea of what will (and won’t) be happening to her in these stories, you should read her origin story “Tawny and the Value Given”.

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

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI’s don’t exist and Tawny’s method of birth control 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 carefully vetted and someone she trusts always knows where she’s going and who she’s meeting.

The Tawny Chronicles so far:

#1 – Tawny and the Value Given

#2 – Tawny and the Five Guys

#3 – Tawny and the Fraternity Reunion

#4 – Tawny and the Charity Food Drive

#5 – Tawny and the Farmhands

#6 – Tawny and the RPG

#7 – Tawny and the Customer Appreciation Party

#8 – Tawny and the Charity Gala

#9 – Tawny and the House Party

#10 – Tawny and the Five Guys II

#11 – Tawny and the Convention

#12 – Tawny and the Fraternity Reunion II

#13 – Tawny and the Surprise Present

#14 – Tawny and the Trade Show

Copyright © 2023 by EightBits.

All Rights Reserved.

Tawny and the Trade Show

Sales Lead

With a skeptical look on his face, the guy asked, “What’ll she really do?”

How did I come to be thousands of miles from home, naked and tied up in a palatial top-floor hotel suite, while a ferret-faced little guy named Garvey was being reassured that for the next hour or so I was his willing sex-toy?

Like most of my more unusual adventures, it started with my husband Eric saying, “So, here’s something interesting for you to consider.”

Damon’s company, Roped Up, had hired me a couple of times in the past, as the entertainment at parties they were throwing for their top executives and salespeople, but this time, they had a very different event in mind. The company was attending and exhibiting at what was apparently their industry’s big international trade show. It was only held every two years, and it was their chance to really elevate their business. At least, that’s what Damon had told me, with sincerity and enthusiasm that made it obvious why he’d been a killer salesman before working his way up to CEO.

They wanted me to be a part of their sales strategy. The soft, wet, warm part that would make the dicks of all their horny customers and potential customers feel so good that deals would be made and contracts would be signed.

If all they wanted was pussy and blowjobs for their customers, why not just hire some local talent? Damon had explained that as well. As Damon had put it, “Regular blowjobs are great, but how often do these guys get to pull the girl’s nipples until she screams on their dick?”

They were confident that offering their customers more than just a free fuck would give them a competitive edge. They weren’t wrong. Letting their customers indulge some of their rougher fantasies would certainly make their company stand out.

Eric and I had discussed their request at length, since not only did they want me for several days, but, unlike my Comic-Con adventure with the RPG dudes, this took place in an entirely different country. I’d agreed for three reasons. They had been good clients in the past, Eric would be there to surreptitiously keep an eye on me, and the destination island was a legitimate freaking tropical paradise. Eric and I planned to stick around afterwards and have a true vacation. And, of course, I would get what I loved — the rough treatment from a bunch of strangers that was the actual point of my being in the “business” of party-girl-for-hire.

Garvey here was apparently a major buyer, so while later on I’d be a general inducement to a broader range of Roped Up’s customers, he rated getting a special one-on-one preview.

“Hey, this bitch is here for you to use however you want. What do you want to do with her?” Damon spoke almost lazily, his tone that of a salesman who knows the sale is in the bag, even when the customer himself may not know he’s already hooked.

I knew his “however you want” was just hyperbole, and if this yahoo said he wanted to do something that was against the rules, that Damon would make that restriction clear to him. But still, hearing him offer me up like that sent a little thrill of excitement straight to my pussy.

Garvey — not clear to me if that was his first name or his last name — thought for a second. “Uhh, can I play rough with her knockers?”

“You mean like this?” said Damon, as he drew his hand back and delivered a hard slap to the side of my left boob, making it dance. And making it sting like crazy!

“Ok, I guess I can” Garvey said. He grinned in anticipation.

Good thing I enjoy, and get off on, having my boobs slapped. It seemed likely they’d be getting more of that in the near future. He thought for a few more seconds, and I could almost see the scenes from his favorite pornos flickering behind his eyes.

“Come on her face?”

Damon nodded.

“Stick my finger in her ass?”

Nod.

“Stick my dick in her ass?”

Nod.

“Come in her ass?”

Nod.

The guy apparently had thought that at least one of those wouldn’t be possible, and he seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t dreaming big enough. He looked around the room, searching for inspiration.

“Uh, dip her tit into that ice bucket?”

“Weird. But, yeah, sure, why not,” said Damon, shrugging.

Garvey took another drink of his beer, and thought some more. He face suddenly showed that I’ve-got-an-idea look, and he said, “Shove this beer bottle up her cunt?”

Nod.

It was one of the new-fangled aluminum ones, and looked hard and probably cold. I hoped he’d at least use the one he was currently drinking, and not a cold one fresh from the fridge.

“What about one of those?” he asked, pointing at a champagne bottle on the extensive wet-bar.

Damon shrugged again, and said, “Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t fit, but hey, you’re welcome to try.”

Oh, thanks a lot Damon! It would certainly not fit, but I’d probably have to endure this guy trying before Damon called a halt to his efforts.

Garvey floated one more idea. “Can I fill her pussy with ice?”

Damon looked quite surprised by that one, and I was too.

“Garvey, you really plan to do all that stuff to her?” Damon said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Looking and sounding defensive, Garvey replied, “Yeah, maybe. So, what about the ice?”

Damon looked over at the wet-bar. “Well, we certainly have plenty of it, so sure. She’s your toy, play with her.”

Satisfied that he could do pretty much any degrading or painful thing he could think of, Garvey licked his lips, and started taking off his suit.

Not surprisingly, since it was the first thing he asked about, he started with my boobs. Damon had staged the scene for Garvey by tying me to one of the straight-backed chairs from the kitchen area of the suite. My ankles were securely roped to the front legs, and my arms were wrapped around the chair back, with my wrists tied together. Picture your classic “kidnapping victim” sort of pose, simple easy bondage you could do in a hotel room. Just add a ball-gag, and there I was.

My arms behind my back like that made my bare boobs stick out quite nicely, an irresistible feature for Garvey. He started out rubbing his hands over them, then he rolled my nipples in his fingers, pulling them gently. It felt really good. Knowing that he planned to transition from sensual fondling to rougher treatment added a thrill of anticipation for me, and probably for him as well. He played with my breasts like that until I closed my eyes and gave a soft moan as I enjoyed the sensations.

That was apparently the cue he was waiting for, as mere seconds after my eyes closed, he slapped my breast hard from the side. I gasped into the ball-gag, as he used his other hand to slap my other breast just as hard. He cupped my breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples a couple times, then resumed smacking them. He wasn’t content with a few slaps. Instead, he set up a steady rhythm, alternating between each breast, with maybe a second or two between slaps. After six or seven of them to each of my now-red breasts, I was steadily moaning into the gag.

His cock was hard by now, and he paused to stare at me, while he stroked it a few times. Then, he resumed his fun with my tits. Instead of the side-to-side slaps, he switch to bring his hands up from beneath them, slapping my under-boob. He didn’t alternate, but used both hands to slap them at the same time. He paced his slaps so that each new slap came just as my boobs were dropping back down after bouncing upwards from the previous slap.

My breasts aren’t massive, but they are what most guys would consider big, and I’m pretty proud of how firm they are. Maybe because my boobs were bouncing so dramatically, he seemed to like this even more than the side-to-side slaps, so he spent even more time smacking them this way, giving each of them ten or twelve solid slaps. I’m not complaining, having my tits treated like this is a huge turn-on for me, and my pussy was definitely wet by the time he was done.