Tawny and the Surprise Present

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

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Tawny and the Surprise Present

Delivery

When I'd told Tawny that, for the bachelor party, they wanted her delivered in an interesting way, I wasn't kidding. The groom wasn't the client, the client was his best man. Due to business travel, he wasn't going to be able to attend the bachelor party himself, so he was providing Tawny as entertainment by way of compensating for not being there.

It was a surprise, but one of the other groomsman was in on it, and up to speed on the rules and limits of what Tawny would allow them to do. There was also a hardcopy of the rules in the box with Tawny, just in case.

Since my wife was to be a "present", I was delivering her in a huge box that we had wrapped and decorated. The groom and the rest of the party attendees, save for one groomsman, had no idea she was coming. The best-man had told the groom just to expect a really great present at his bachelor party.

And Tawny did look really great. These guys were going to have an amazing surprise when they opened the box and saw her naked, bound, and looking incredibly sexy.

Okay, not totally naked. She was wearing tiny little thong panties that barely covered her fresh Brazilian-waxed pelvis. The panties were there mostly to help hold in the relatively small dildo she'd inserted in her vagina. There was a small butt-plug in back as well, but that was shaped to pretty much stay in on its own. She was kneeling, with her arms behind her back, comfortable soft cuffs holding her wrists together. Her legs weren't tied, and we'd put plenty of padding in the bottom of the box, so she could kneel there comfortably for quite a while. As she pointed out, kneeling was one of the core competencies that she needed to be such a good slut.

Her lovely breasts were bare, other than clover-clamps on each of her small, pink nipples, and connected by a chain. These weren't very tight at all, at least until you pulled on them. We wanted her to look nicely tied up and kinky, but we didn't want to make it anything too extreme since we didn't know just how quickly the guys at the party would open the box.

The finishing touch was, of course, a modest-sized ball-gag in her mouth. We knew that when the guys saw her like that, there would be no question why she was there, and that she was willing to do more than just the average bachelor party lap-dances and blowjobs.

We'd rented a truck for the delivery, as there was no way to fit a Tawny-sized box in either of our cars. It also had a ramp, so I was able to carefully wheel the box down the ramp without jostling her.

Obtaining and preparing the box she was in, plus the truck, added up to a lot more effort than her usual parties, where she basically just had to show up. I'd gone ahead and told the client "yes" because I'd had a hunch Tawny would think it was fun, and enjoy that it was something novel. I'd been right about that, but hadn't anticipated how excited she'd been at the idea of being delivered in a box. Being objectified was part of her kink, and the first words out of her mouth when I'd told her what they wanted were, "Oohhh, it'll be like I'm just a sex-doll!" She'd actually started to breath harder, and shared that this was a fantasy she'd always had. We'd been having breakfast on a weekday, and both of us were late for work that morning; she'd been so hot we hadn't even made it back to the bedroom, and wound up fucking on the kitchen table. So, yeah, this had been well worth all the extra effort.

The neighborhood the house was in seemed a little more down-market than I'd have expected, considering what the client was spending to have Tawny entertain at his friend's bachelor party. Well, nothing said you could only be friends with someone in your exact same socio-economic group I guess.

Regardless, the single-story brick house was decent enough looking. Older, but well-kept, and on a large lot. There were two cars on the driveway, in front of the two-car garage. Not a big turnout for a bachelor party, but maybe they had car-pooled. I was also here exactly at the official start-time of the party, and not everyone arrives on time. They would have, I thought, if they knew what awaited them tonight.

There were two steps up onto the porch, unfortunately. I whispered "Sorry" as I bounced her up the stairs and onto the large porch. We'd used plenty of padding in the box, but it still had to be a little jarring for her.

I rang the bell, and after a minute, a guy opened the door. He was medium-sized guy, and looked to be in his late twenties. I could see two more guys, both about his age, sitting around the large living room, facing the TV. They had game-controllers in their hands, and were still playing, with expressions of concentration on their faces. I guess even at a bachelor party you can't get young guys to not play video games. At least they all weren't staring at their phones like zombies.

The room wasn't decorated for a bachelor party, but then, my bachelor party really hadn't been either, I guess. Mine had been just a few of my friends, hanging out and talking about life, cars, women, and of course, marriage. While my bachelor party may have been tame, my sex life with Tawny since then had more than made up for anything wild that I might have missed out on that night.

"You Bob?" I said curtly, trying to sound like a harried delivery guy. I wasn't in any sort of uniform, which was fine, these days all kinds of delivery services sub-contract things out. We'd had even USPS packages delivered by women in short-shorts and t-shirts, so my lack of a uniform wasn't notable.

"Yep, that's me - Bob Jones." Okay, check, the correct last name too.

"Sign here, please." I handed him a clipboard with a delivery form I'd made, and he scribbled something that looked more like a seismograph trace than a name. I didn't judge him, my signature looked about like that as well. I blame the utter lack of a need to use cursive for anything else at all.

"I need to bring it inside," I said. "It's a heavy box, and my company won't let me leave it outside."

There was no company rule, of course. We just didn't want them to decide the box was too heavy to move, and to open it on the front porch. Having them revealing a naked and bound woman in full view of all the neighbors was not a good idea.

"Uh, sure." He stepped back out of the doorway and I wheeled the box containing Tawny into the living room. There was a fourth guy, sitting on a comfortable-looking chair and watching the video game. He was a big guy, and looked a little older than the other three. My guess was that he was our "inside man", the guy who was expecting Tawny, and who'd been briefed about just what she was there to do, and, more importantly, not do.

I slid the hand truck out from under the box, and said "Congratulations on your wedding. Enjoy your present," as I made my way back out the door.

As requested, we'd decorated the box with lettering that said "The end of an era!" and "Enjoy your last day as a bachelor!", so it made sense that even as just the delivery-guy, I'd know what the present was for.

"Thanks, man," he said, closing the door behind me.

I rolled the hand truck back up the ramp, secured it, and drove away, leaving my wife to be used and abused by the lucky guys who were attending his bachelor party. Since the client had told me the groom was into kink, I was sure that even though she wasn't expected, they would nonetheless manage to come up with plenty of the bondage fun that Tawny loved. I was already super anxious to hear the whole story when I retrieved her later tonight.

Windfall

From within the box, I heard Eric leave, and my excitement ratcheted up a notch. I just hoped they wouldn't decide to wait to open the box I was in until everyone had arrived, or after dinner, or something like that. I wasn't un-comfortable, but I wasn't exactly comfortable either.

A guy with a deep voice drawled, "Hey Derick, what kind of present do think Bob was supposed to get?"

"Dunno. This is a damn big box though, "Derick said, then added happily, "We might have hit the jackpot this time."

The voice that answered him was the same one that had told Eric that his name was Bob, so I was a little confused by this exchange.

A third voice said, "So, how long you think before the delivery companies figure out their maps are wrong?"

Maps wrong? Maps wrong! Oh, frak me.

"Hopefully not soon. I've been getting a bunch of good shit meant for old Bob."

They laughed at Bob's misfortune, and one of them said, "Well let's open it up and see what we got. Where's a knife?"

A lot of thoughts went through my head, competing for attention. Maybe they were just kidding around, and of course this was the right house. If it was the wrong house, surely these guys wouldn't keep me once they realized that the box didn't contain just a beer fridge or something. Eric would figure it out. Probably already had, and was about to knock on the door. The client would notice I hadn't been delivered to the actual bachelor party, and get in touch with Eric. Yeah, of course these guys would just untie me and let me call Eric.

The top of the box was just secured with a big ribbon, so there was no need for them to cut the box open. But, just in case, we'd made sure I was a good distance away from the top and sides.

"Dude, just cut the ribbon."

I heard "snip-snip," so I guess they someone had found some scissors. The top of the box was lifted off, and I looked up into four very surprised faces.

"Holy shit," exclaimed the guy I'd heard them call Derick. He was white, and looked to be in his mid twenties, as did two of the other guys. The fourth was Hispanic, and looked a little older maybe.

One of them said, "I think we can turn off the game."

Since I was gagged, I couldn't say anything clearly, but I tried to enunciate "let me loose." They ignored my efforts to speak to them. Since if they wanted to hear what I was saying all they had to do was remove the gag, I assumed they didn't want to know. That wasn't a great sign.

"What's that?" asked one of the guys, pointing at the manilla envelope in the box next to me.

Derick reached in and took it out, then read aloud the words that were printed in large text on its front.

Sorry I can't be at your bachelor party, buddy. Hope this makes up for it.

She's bought and paid for all evening.

Read the enclosed rules, and enjoy!

He ripped it open, and took out the list of rules, then flipped though the pages, glancing at their contents.

Shaking his head, he said, "Shit, this is a lot of rules."

He pointed at one of the pages, and chuckled, "This one here even says just how long anything we stick up her butt can be."

He flipped through the rest of the list, and then, with a laugh, said, "Apparently old Bob has a shit-ton of rules to follow. Anyone seen Bob around?"

The other guys made a show of looking around. "Nope, no Bob here," one of them said.

"Okay then," Derick said. He tossed the pages of rules onto the carpet with a flourish. "Help me get her out, Julio."

He and Julio, the big Hispanic guy, helped me stand up, then Julio picked me up and lifted me out of the box, setting me back down on my feet. They looked at me, and I looked at them.

Derick was average height, with a narrow face, and short hair. Julio was as big as I'd thought he was, now that I could actually see more than just his head and shoulders as he leaned over the box. The other two guys were nondescript, with somewhat longer hair than Derick.

Should I run? I looked around the very lived-in looking living room. There were two hallways. A long one led to what I guessed was the kitchen, and a shorter one that probably had a couple bedrooms and a bathroom. The front door was closed, and the big window next to it had a shade pulled all the way down, with some thin curtains in front of it.

A large sofa that needed to be vacuumed was against one wall, and it faced a large TV where a video game was paused with an unrealistically-proportioned girl in mid-jump. Next to it were a few chairs, and a coffee table with a pizza box and several video-game controllers.

Running definitely seemed out, since the front door was closed, my hands were tied behind my back, and I was surrounded by four guys. What would Eric say? He'd say wait for the right time, don't move too soon.

"So what do we do with her," said the guy wearing a Rolling Stones t-shirt.

Derick gave him a "that's a dumb-ass question" look, and said, "Uh, we fuck her."

I tried to suppress the little thrill I always felt at the promise of being fucked by some random guy.

The fourth guy spoke for the first time. He looked worried as he said, "Uh, dude, how do we know she wants us to?"

You could ask me, genius, I thought. I yelled "let me go" into the gag. It got no answer, and I have to admit it could have just as easily sounded like I said "Fuck me now." Take my gag out, you idiots!

Derick said, "Well, duh, look at her. She's a hooker for Bob's bachelor party." Sneering, he continued, "You think a girl like her was delivered to them tied up like this so they could all sit around and discuss current events together?"

Worried Guy looked like he didn't like being teased, and said angrily, "No. I'm not an idiot. Of course they were going to fuck her."

Derick spread his hands and said, "So what's the problem then? They fuck her, we fuck her, it's all the same to her."

Rolling-Stones t-shirt guy added, "A dick is a dick, you know?"

Worried Guy still looked worried, but it looked like the guys were starting to convince him. He said, "So what do you think we can we do with her?"

Derick said, "Dude. Think about it. All the kinky shit you've seen in your favorite porn? That stuff in those stroke books you love? That's what we get to do with her."

Stones put his hand between my legs, and moved the base of the dildo around with two fingers. It felt good. "Yeah. Tied-up, nipple clamps, and she's already got a dildo up her snatch. She was going to let those bachelor party jerk-offs do a lot more than just fuck her," he said.

Worried Guy stared at me, and I could almost hear the gears turning as he thought about getting to actually do things to me that he'd only gotten to see in his favorite porn. Maybe he just always looked worried, even when he was having his dreams come true?

Julio finally jumped in, "Look, man, you get a pizza delivered by mistake, you telling me you don't just go ahead and take a slice? She didn't care who was going to fuck her tonight when she climbed into that box."

He actually had a good point. Why not these guys? A ripple of excitement went through me, one that started in my fingertips and ended between my legs. It didn't help that I had been unable to stop fantasizing about what might have happened if the RPG guys had loaned me out to Norris that night at the convention.

How much actual danger could I be in? It was already stretching credulity that I just happened to be mis-delivered to a group of horny guys who were happily accepting packages intended for a different group of horny guys. So these guys also being crazed murders was super unlikely. It's a long way from taking illicit advantage of a hooker to murdering one. Plus, they had to know that someone was going to be back to collect me at the end of the night, right?

If they had half a brain, they might expect that to be a large, angry pimp. One who would expect his whore to be in pretty much the same condition she was delivered in, other than a lot of new jizz in her various orifices.

These guys didn't strike me as rocket scientists, but they didn't seem like idiots either. They were reasonably articulate, and none of them seemed high or drunk, so at least currently their judgment wasn't artificially limited.

This was my ultimate fantasy. Being used by a bunch of total strangers. No rules. No safe-words.

I rationalized that Eric would agree with my assessment that these guys weren't going to actually harm me, and he'd understand what an exhilarating situation this was for me. Plus, I shouldn't be here very long -- Eric was sure to discover the mistake, and come get me soon. I had utter faith in my husband to respond very quickly once the actual client called to ask why I had not arrived.

Julio looked me up and down, ran his hand over my ass, and sending a flush of warmth between my legs.

He said calmly, "So, do you care who fucks you, little puta?"

This was my chance to indicate that, yes, I did care, and maybe then they'd untie me. Maybe. I had decided there really wasn't any risk, and again: ultimate fantasy.

I shook my head "no". Yes, that was pretty foolish, but fuck was I turned on by this unexpected opportunity. Yes, Eric might be upset by me not trying to put a stop to things, but it's easier to get forgiveness than permission. Right?

Julio gave a wide smile, and said, "See? She doesn't care who fucks her."

"So what about this?" asked Stones, pulling on the chain that ran between my nipple clamps and tugging on my nipples. "You into all this kinky bondage shit?"

I'd already told them I didn't care if they fucked me, so why try and deny it? I mean, the answer was literally right in front of him. I closed my eyes and slowly nodded "yes".