My name is Tawnya Addams and I love sex. I love all kinds of hot sex with all kinds of partners. I love the soft, romantic sex but mostly I love the dirty, nasty, hard fucking, slap-me-around-and-call-me-a-whore sex! In fact the rougher, dirtier, and more degrading it is, the more I like it. I love it when a man takes what he wants from me and makes me pleasure him. I say, makes because I want him to manhandle me, not because he has to force me to give him sex. No one has to force me to get me to give up my cunt!

I wasn't always such a slut. Believe it or not I was once a nice Catholic girl when I was younger and I was taught to be very proper. Even hand-holding wasn't allowed and being alone with a boy was strictly prohibited.

However, I come from a long line of very busty women. My mother was a triple D and all of her sisters, my aunts, all were blessed with large chests. I, too, have been gifted with an abundant chest and by the time I was in my Sophomore year, I was bustier than most of the female teachers. Which pleased the boys I was in school with to be sure!

I lost my cherry when I was sixteen... the day of my sweet sixteen party to be exact. And once I found out what boys were for, I was hooked! I quickly became obsessed with sex and wanted to try everything I could related to it. I had several boyfriends, as well as many one-night stands or back seat boffing sessions. Basically if I saw someone I wanted I went for it!

My sex life continued to evolve, and in recent years with the advent of the internet, the rate of evolution has increased. I now push the boundaries, always wanting new (and sometimes quite naughty) challenges. During the last six months, I have gotten into BDSM. I crave big things in my cunt and I crave having my tits used. While most women want a tight cunt, I am the opposite and I have learnt that I am not alone. I have a few limits yes, things I won't do. But as long as those are respected, I will give myself over fully to be used or abused - my mouth, cunt, tits, ass and mind.

About four months ago, after a previous relationship ended, I started to actively look for another a new beau. My former lover had to move because of a job transfer out of state and even though we promised to stay in touch, we both knew we wouldn't.

I went to a personals site I had found on the Internet that looked promising. I started scanning the personal ads looking to see if I could find something that would help keep me occupied while I looked for my new serious relationship.

I wasn't looking for romance, at least not right now. I was just looking for a cock and a man who knew how to use it. The romance thing would be awhile since I was just getting over my ex. But being horny and lonely sucks! I was flooded with responses, mostly from men who thought they were just what I wanted, or who were just looking for a good time, or whatever. Most of these jokers were either too full of themselves or were shady in one way or another. A girl has to be careful when putting herself out there! I narrowed the selection of interesting candidates down to four guys, and thought I would start there.

I set up a meeting with one of the prospective candidates, a man called Michael, who was twenty-nine years old - four years older than me. I didn't want anyone younger than I was... the guys I had met that were younger than me were almost always immature and for too inexperienced for my tastes. I needed a man not a boy!

We decided to meet in a local coffee shop we both knew on Wednesday at lunch time, a casual meeting, like any two friends chatting about the weather, or what was playing at the corner movie theatre. But we were there for a more perverted and kinky purpose - to meet each other to see if we were compatible and interested in starting a sexual relationship.

I had taken a long lunch that day, one of the perks of being the office manager, so I could be prepared for our meeting. I had brought the outfit I wanted to wear and when it came time for me to get ready, I slipped into the bathroom at work and began my transformation from boss to babe! I had chosen a flirty yet still appropriate dress that I thought might show this guy I was playful and fun but at the same time not advertise I was a hooker or something. It was mid thigh length with a plunging, draped neckline that would show off my ample tits.

After changing clothes and putting on my makeup (I usually don't wear much makeup at all at work, since I am in a back office and rarely see anyone except fellow coworkers), I left for the coffee shop. I got there a few minutes early because I wanted to try to get the advantage of seeing him first. I found a table in the corner where we could talk privately, yet still have a good view of the door. About ten minutes after I got there and got settled, he arrived.

He walked into the coffee shop and stood just inside the doorway, surveying the room. He was tall and good looking, with what looked like a very good build and sandy blonde shoulder length hair. He stood there looking around until he spotted me sitting at the table. I had told him in advance what I would be wearing so he would know what to look for - a blonde woman in a pink dress with a pink flower in her hair. I had described myself to him so he had no trouble in picking me out of the small crowd in the coffee shop.

He walked up to the table and I got a better look at him - he was very good looking! He had amazing blue eyes that a girl just wanted to dive into and swim around in and a sparkling kind smile that warmed me from the inside out.

"Tawnya?" he said, extending his hand. I took his hand and he helped me to stand.

"Yes, I'm Tawnya. You must be Michael," I said.

"That's right, I'm very pleased to meet you," he said, shaking my hand lightly. He seated me again and then took a seat across from me.

We talked and got to know each other a bit. We had emailed and chatted through the computer a few times and exchanged our likes, dislikes, aspirations and limits were so we knew we were at least similar in tastes and goals. I had already told him about my interest in BDSM. Michael explained that it was because of my interest in BDSM that he answered my email. He explained to me at length that he was quite experienced and would start me off with the basics, since I didn't know much about the whole lifestyle. But he also pointed out that he didn't want me to stay with the basics, he wanted me to grow and he would be pushing my limits to get me to the more extreme side as quickly as I was ready.

I told him that was exactly what I was looking for and that I was into things a bit more on the wild side than most girls. I told him of my fascination in being used and being made to be a slut. I also told him I enjoyed having my cunt stretched and my tits abused. He smiled at the latter, saying that I had a very nice pair of tits and he was looking forward to seeing how they looked in his ropes. I almost wet myself at the thought of having my tits bound tightly and him clamping my nipples and using his crop on them!

We talked for almost an hour before we decided we were compatible. We agreed to meet the following Saturday to see how we worked together, and just before we finalized all the details I needed to use the restroom.

"Michael, do you know where the restroom is here?" I asked him.

"Yeah it's over... well here I'll show you," he said. He got up and took my hand walking me around the counter to the back where the restrooms were. Just as we got to the bathrooms he made a sudden and quite unexpected move - he pulled me into the men's room!

"Wait! Michael I can't..." I started to protest.

"Get in here and be quiet slut!" he said, pulling me into the men's room and over to a stall. He shut and locked the stall door then pointed to the toilet. "Get busy, we haven't got all day!"

I looked up at him incredulously, and then I saw his little smirk and I knew what he was doing. I hiked up my dress and pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet. But having him in there with me was a bit... distracting... so it took me a bit to start peeing. Michael reached between my legs and held his hand under me.

"Did you come in here to piss or what?" he asked me. He began playing with my pussy, toying with it and fingering me in an attempt to make me have to pee. At least that was his excuse - for me it was heaven! I began softly moaning, having him fingerfuck me in the men's room of a public place was way out there and I was loving it! I began to rock on the toilet seat and was gyrating my hips as I got hotter and hotter. I was getting close to cumming when he pulled his hand back and stood up.

I whimpered like a child until I realized what he was up to. He had unzipped his pants and puled out the most delicious looking cock I had ever seen! He was about ten inches long and nice and fat, with a swollen purple head that beckoned me to suck it.

Michael grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, slapping my face with the hard stiff rod as he spoke.

"So you want to be my slut, do you? You think you can handle being a slaveslut to me? You think you are worthy enough to suck this cock, whore?" he said, growling in a deep powerful voice. This was just what I had dreamed of and he was giving me the full package. I could feel my cunt getting soaked and was expecting to hear the dripping sounds into the toilet any time.

"Yes! Oh god yes! Please give it to me! Please let me suck that hard fat cock!" I pleaded.

"I can see we are going to have to work on how you address me, slut! You are to call me Master!" he said, slapping my face hard.

"Yes, Ma..." I started to say as my face stung from the slap. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, he shoved his cock quickly into it and down my throat. He held my face close to his stomach as I tried to expel the intruder with my throat, gagging as it tickled the back of my throat. But I couldn't force it back out being held so close to him. He held me in place until I slapped his leg, letting him know I needed a breath. He pulled back out of my mouth and I gasped and tried to retch. He gave me a couple breaths to calm my throat and then shoved back down my throat.

"Look at me whore. You are going to have to learn how to deep throat if you want to be my slaveslut. This is an important part of pleasing me," he said. I looked at him and nodded slightly. He pulled back out and I gasped from breath again.

"Now I'm going to face fuck you slut and if you are real lucky, I may even cum down that pretty little throat," he said as I panted for breath.

He shoved his beautiful cock back into my mouth, not quite as deep this time, but he began stroking in and out, fucking my face as if it was my cunt.

"Guk... uk... ug... guck... uk," I made noises as his cock pressed in and out of my throat. He held my head and guided me as he used my face as a cunt and fucked me. I was so turned on it was all I could do to keep from cumming!

I must have done something right because between my sucking noises, I heard him groan quietly. "I'm going to cum, whore, I'm going to cum down that pretty whore throat."

I made a sound of excited approval around the thick rod and looked up at him. I saw his eyes close and then suddenly, I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat. Instinctively I began swallowing, even as he continued spurting more cum into my mouth. I was astonished how much of a load he carried in those balls before he finally emptied them fully.

"Good girl. You might just be able to be trained after all," Michael said, satisfied. Then he waited while I licked and sucked the few drops of cum that had spilled from his cock. He watched, smiling while I cleaned his cock and balls. Only after I had washed him to his satisfaction was I allowed to leave the stall and I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, dribbles and streaks of his cum dripping from my chin and lips. I wiped them off with my fingers and licked my fingers clean before washing my face and hands.

We left the bathroom together, passing a rather startled patron of the coffee shop as we both exited the men's room! After walking me to my car and a very passionate kiss good bye, we both headed our separate ways.

When I got home, I immediately made a reservation at a cheap hotel out by the airport that was known to be seedy and had been the site of prostitution busts many times. Just the type of place to make a whore feel welcome!

After securing a room I went in to take a shower. I was wet with the anticipation of what I had agreed to and was looking forward to. I had consented to be used by this Master and to offer my tits and holes to whatever his apparently depraved mind could come up with. The thought of what lay in store for me was so exciting and thrilling that when I went into the shower and applied the shower nozzle to my cunt, I came almost instantly!

Saturday came around and I arrived at the door of the hotel room at the predetermined 2:00PM on the dot. He had called me the night before and told me he would be getting there a bit early to prepare things. Just the thoughts that ran through my mind at that term made it next to impossible to sleep that Friday night! I knocked and heard a deep voice from behind the door telling me to come in. I opened the door meekly trying to peer around it.

"Well don't just stand there letting the cool air out. Come in here," he said. It was indeed cool in the room... so cool in fact I could feel my nipples hardening.

"Yes Master," I said, stepping inside and shutting the door. I walked over to where he was sitting. Master Michael was dressed in a tight black "muscle" t-shirt and black jeans. He wore dark mirrored sunglasses and with his stubble beard, he looked amazed. I felt my cunt getting wet just looking at him! He had thick muscular arms with tribal tattoos that I couldn't wait to have around me, a well defined chest, and I could see his six pack under his tight shirt. I already knew what lay beneath those black jeans and I had been dreaming of that for the past two days!

On the floor were two large suitcases that had been partially emptied onto the other queen sized bed. A glance identified a well ordered collection of ropes, toys, "implements" and "objects". More were arranged on the phone and coffee tables.

"I brought a few things from home that I thought we could try out, just to see how you do with them," he said as he noticed my peering at the suitcases.

We went over to the small table in the room and sat down. "I'm glad you came, we are going to have a good time here today. Today is a test to see how well we are going to work together - if we seem to work well, then we shall have a long and hopefully fulfilling relationship.

And if not, well that is what today will show us. But I think that we will do just fine." he said.

"I hope so too, Master."

"Now before we get started I have some questions to discuss with you - some safety issues. Your safety and well-being are my primary responsibility and concern. I want you to feel you are safe and that you are cared for. So in order to do that I need to know a few health-related things."

"Okay," I said. He went down a list of questions, like do I have any breathing issues? Am I afraid of the dark or claustrophobic? Do I have a latex allergy? And other questions that may be a concern when we play together. I answered each of his questions and apparently he liked my answers because we continued on.

"Now that that is out of the way, I am going to give you a safeword. This safeword is to be used when we are playing to let me know when things have gotten too intense for you. If at any time, you feel scared or if things are getting to be too much for you, you can speak your safeword or give me your safe signal, and everything will instantly come to a stop. I will release you and then we will sit down and discuss what happened and why you used your safeword or safe signal. Your safeword will be 'red'. and I will get you a red handkerchief to be your safe signal. Either of these will stop any activity and keep you from getting hurt." he told me.

"Yes, Master. My safeword is red," I repeated.

"Good. I don't see you having to use your safeword today because we are just testing things out. But you have it should you need it. Now get undressed," he demanded.

This simple command, get undressed, was to start an amazing journey for me. For the next several hours, I underwent sexual activity the likes of which I had never known in all my life. I had asked him to test me, to expand my world as well as my holes, and he made sure that I was thoroughly tested. I wanted to be used and he saw to it I was.

I started to undress. My attire at this meeting was considerably different than our first one. Then I was the conventional everyday girl-next-door. A simple, but flattering dress, nice but not overly sexy shoes, and a little makeup for effect. I wanted to look appealing and interesting but I didn't want to be thrown out of the coffee shop for being obscene!

However, today, in this seedy hotel with a man I was obviously hoping to fuck, I was less demure. I wore a skin-tight hot pink stretch-knit dress that hugged every delicious curve I had. It was so short I was almost embarrassed to wear it in the daylight. The dress had thin spaghetti type shoulder straps and a deep V neckline that squeezed together and emphasized my enormous tits. At the bottom of the V was a zipper that extended all the way to the bottom - making getting out of the dress quite fun and convenient! I wore strappy white stripper heels, white tops with a clear sole and heel. And my makeup was more dramatic and more akin to a porn star than to the business woman he had last seen in me. I was dressed to be used and now that time had come.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I reached up and slowly pulled the zipper down the front of my dress. Part way down it began opening slightly on its own revealing my bra and then my panties. When the zipper reached the bottom and unclipped it fell fully open and I slipped the dress off my shoulders, allowing it to fall into a pink puddle behind me on the floor. I took a small step forward to clear the dress and I was left wearing my bra, panties, thigh-top nylons, and heels.

He studied me for a moment, his blue eyes taking in my form. I watched him, searching his face for some sign of approval. But his face didn't show any reaction at all. If the man played poker, he would be very good!

"Now remove the bra," he said flatly and without a hint of emotion. I moved my hands up to unclip the front of my bra, my 40DDD's now free and my nipples hardening even further in the coolness of the room. I stood there with my hands to my sides as his eyes took in what I had now exposed.

"Your tits and nipples are even bigger than I expected. Very lovely, but I hope they are more than just decoration. I enjoy using and abusing a good set of tits, and I hope they enjoy being played with. Are those nipples sensitive?"

"Oh, yes, very sensitive! I love having my tits played with," I said.

That was when I learned that this Master meant business. In a flash faster than I could process, he covered the three or four steps between us, grabbing my nipple in between his fingers and was pinching it so hard it almost brought tears to my eyes.

"You will answer my questions with Master, do you hear me whore?" he growled menacingly as he twisted my poor nipple.

"Yes Master! Owwch! I'm sorry, Master! Please!" I yelped as my knees got wobbly. I tried to spin to counter his twisting, but he just pulled up as he twisted harder.

"That's better. Remember this, because the next time I won't be so easy on you," he said.

"Easy on me, shit!" I thought to myself, "I'd hate to see him pissed if that was easy!"

"Before you leave here tonight, your tits are going to be well-used, I assure you," he commented.

He put his hands on my huge tits and his strong fingers just simply sunk into them as he kneaded the creamy flesh deeply. Repeatedly, all ten fingers dug in deeply and my tits were mauled and pawed as if they were two globs of bread dough. He thumbed my hard nipples and rolled the thick nubs between his fingers. I tilted my head back, closing my eyes and mewling softly as his hands worked my tits.

"Just getting them warmed up properly. Now we can get started," he said with a wicked grin.

With that he grabbed my big nipples, pinching them hard. For what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few moments, Michael's surprisingly firm hands and strong digits took my nipples on a journey of intense yet wonderfully pleasurable pain. With my nipples in his vise-like grip he pulled them upwards, lifting me up on my tip-toes, before letting go. He held them up, stretching my tits, and then shook them brutally, making my whole tits quiver as he did. Then he pulled my nipples outwards apart and then inwards towards each other, stretching my tits as he did. He varied his actions as he worked my tits, but his intensity remained extreme throughout.

"Ohhh... I moaned as the pain shot through my nipples even as my cunt began to throb.

My first moan was greeted with a stern warning, "Don't moan yet, this is just the beginning. Shut up and take it, whore." As hard as it was, I restrained myself from further vocalizations, for now. I reached up to take hold of his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure, but I was rewarded with a slap across the face.

"Put those hands behind your back and don't you move them!" he said angrily. I moved my hands behind me as he directed, and he began slapping my tits repeatedly and without pause, alternating between one another.

"Ohhh... god... ohhh...fuck..." I moaned as the slaps rained down on my tits. The once pale and creamy flesh had begun to take on a pinkish hue from his abuse. Then as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.

"Very good. I can see your tits do have potential. We are going to have fun with these in the future," he said. I stood there panting and trembling as my tits burned.

"Now that we have seen what your tits can do, let's have a look at that cunt of yours. Drop your panties," he said. As I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my undies, he commented on their condition.

"It looks like those panties have gotten a bit soiled. Have I excited you so easily, whore?" he said mockingly.

"Yes Master," I said looking down and blushing a bit. I finished pulling down my panties and seeing his outstretched hand, gave them to him. He deeply inhaled my aroma from my panties and I felt my knees go weak again as I watched. Then he placed the garment in his pocket.

"From this moment on, you will not wear panties when in my presence, except when I give you permission, understand?" he said.

"Yes, Master."

"Good now come here," he said as sat down on the edge of the bed. I stepped over to him and he pulled me closer between his knees. "Put your hands on your head and lace your fingers together. Keep them there until I tell you to move them, understand?"

"Yes, Master," I said, following his directions.

He ran his hands up my nylon clad legs, lightly caressing them as he moved closer to my core. His touch was like tiny lightning bolts running from my pussy and up my spine to my brain. I shivered as he touched me and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Once his hands reached my hips, he slid them around to grab handfuls of my ass cheeks. Pulling my ass apart he used his finger tips to rub between them, brushing against my pussy lips and circling my tiny puckered asshole.

"Ohhh god, Master!" I whimpered as I felt his fingers brush across my fat cunt lips.

He smiled, "So you like me teasing your cunt do you? You like to have that drooling, filthy slit fingered?"

"Oh yesss, Master..." I moaned as I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling.

"Well then, perhaps if you begged me, I might be persuaded to finger you more seriously."

"Oh. Please," I requested, my voice some where between pleading and begging.

"Please?" he taunted.

"Oh God, yes. Yes, please finger my pussy. I want your fingers inside me so bad..." I let my voice trail off.

"Is your cunt wet?

"Yes, Master, my cunt is wet," I answered, the lust in my voice obvious now.

"Spread your legs wide," he instructed. I spread them. He began playing lightly with my clit, circling it and flicking it with his finger, each time causing me to jump and moan aloud. Then he thrust two finger uncomfortably hard and deep into my steaming hole.

"Oh, God... Oh fuck," I moaned, "Please finger my cunt... please," I moaned writhing, trying to increase the stimulation.

He started finger-fucking me faster, harder. "You are such a slut," he spit at me. He punctuated it with a violent thrust of his fingers, making me cry out.

His fingers churned inside my pussy and I was getting close to cumming. I could feel myself getting higher and higher and as I approached the edge I was panting and moaning. My knees were getting weak and my legs were trembling as they tried to hold me up.

"Please, Master... please let me cum... please," I pleaded.

"So you want to cum now do you?" he asked.

"Yes, Master... please... please make me cum, please, please, please..." I whimpered like a little girl.

"You certainly are a needy whore aren't you? What will you give me if I let you cum?" he asked.

"Anything, Master, I'll do anything you want, just please, please, make me cum!" I said, even more desperate now. Begging always turned me on and with him continuing to churn my pussy and clit it drove me nuts! I was swaying back and forth slightly as I stood in front of him, struggling to maintain the position he wanted.

"Well my dirty little whore, I am Master and I can get anything I want anytime. Your offering me anything I want is irrelevant. But since this is our first time together, I will grant your request," he said. He stood up quickly grabbing me by the throat sinking his fingers into my neck and gripping me tight enough that it was difficult, but not impossible to breathe. My cunt gushed as he took control of me, possessing me and claiming me as his.

He spun me around and threw me to the bed. I landed on my back and, without thinking, I spread my legs wide for him. He took hold of my throat once more and smiled down on me, a wicked, mischievous smile that told me he knew something was about to happen.

He began by slapping my tits again, first one, then the other, over and over quickly and without stopping. I started squirming and writhing under his assault, but with his hand on my throat, I wasn't going anywhere. After he had pinked up my tits again, he moved down and gave my cunt a couple smacks as well.

"Oww! Oh god Master!" I yelped as his hand found my cunt and slapped it hard. Then he shoved his middle two fingers into my soaked honey-hole and used the outer two fingers to keep my lips pulled apart. Curling his middle fingers up slightly, he found my spongy soft g-spot and with short rapid jerking movements he soon had me bucking and twisting like I was being electrocuted.

"Oh Master, I love being treated as a slut. I love sex. I love sucking your fat cock. I am your whore, your cock sucking slaveslut. Please use me as you wish." I moaned, out of my mind entirely now.

After surrendering myself to him so wantonly and openly, he took what was already his. While he kept on molesting my slobbering cunt, he moved his thumb over my clit and rubbed it vigorously. I lost any control I had left at that moment.

"Ohhh, oh my god!! Ohhh, fuck, I'm cumming!" I screamed out as my back arched and my hips came clear up off the bed. I froze in that arch, every muscle straining and trembling as I locked into my convulsion. My cunt open up and the flood of pussy juice came pouring out. I had "squirted" before but never like this. I had never cum like this. Something about this man - this Master - had brought out a side of me I didn't know existed.

It was a full ten minutes before my mind had cleared and my gasping breathing had calmed enough that I could hold a decent conversation again. He had laid down next to me and was holding me as I returned back to earth. The man that only minutes ago was tormenting me and abusing my tits and cunt so severely was now brushing my sweat matted hair from my face and tracing a finger around my tis and nipples so gently.

"Master... that was... amazing," I panted softly.

"Yes, you did well whore," he said.

"Did I... did I please you, Master?" I asked turning to look into his face.

He broke into a soft smile and his blue eyes shone "Yes, whore you did. I think we can consider today a success. I don't see why we can't continue this, if you are willing to do so."

"Oh yes, Master! I would like nothing more than to continue serving you and learning from you. Thank you! Thank you, Master!" I said, hugging him tighter and nuzzling into his powerful chest.

"Well then you had better rest... because it gets more intense after this. Remember, this was just a warm-up!" he said, smiling and holding me.

I looked forward to what was to come eagerly.