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Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 01

By: Thadsgood



If you hate wife/girlfriend sharing, you'll hate this, don't read it, though it won't matter, I've shut off responses.

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"Oh my god, really? He's that big? He wanted you to suck it? Did you? Why the hell not? It's like someone trying to give you a really nice christmas gift and you turning it down!"

That's the conversation I came upon when I started to enter the kitchen. It was my girlfriend Briana. She was talking to one of her best friends, no doubt. I stayed back unseen to hear more. Now, there are no secrets between Briana and me so to hear her talking that way wasn't surprising in the least. I always like to hear about her enjoyment of all things sexual. 

"So are you going to keep dating that guy? Well, I'm kind of surprised he'd want to again if you keep refusing to suck his cock! You bitch! What do you mean, "I'm not like you?" Briana laughed, before sighing, "I DO like sucking cock though, you are right. Actually, I fucking love it! I honestly can't remember if I've ever turned one down, when offered to me like that." 

Briana wasn't lying. She loved it. She loved all sex. She loved it as much as a man loves it. She was always hot for it. She loves the feel, the taste, the smell of it. I simply got lucky. I've been with her for over 2 years. I'm 45, divorced for years now. She's 34, though I swear she looks like she could still be in college. Her body is perfect, for me for sure, but there are many others who would attest to it as well. She's thin, tight, has a small waist, and big, perky tits. Her skin is as soft as could be. It's a soft milky white. She takes great care of it because she isn't much of a sun worshipper. She has dark brown hair which almost looks black. It's long. It hangs down to her tight, sexy ass. She is kind of a mix of Pocohontas and Cher. She's got gorgeous large, round brown eyes that are sexually mesmerizing. So, in a word, she's perfect.

I was married to a rather cold, distant woman so Briana's lustful ways bowled me over. When we first dated, she made no secret out of the fact that she was dating others. When I brought it up she begged me not to leave but admitted she "couldn't help herself," when it came to others. Over the next few months we worked it out. I think we discovered that her doing things with others, if she shared it with me, was more powerful than her doing it alone. She hid nothing from me. When she'd date someone else, she'd often end up calling me late late at night and we'd talk half the night about it. She told me all about the sex, which happened pretty much any time she dated anyone. She liked saying, "I'm no tease!" 

She expanded my horizons, for sure, with her actions and our discussions. She still has sex outside our relationship, to our mutual satisfaction. Occasionally it happens when she goes out with her girlfriends and somehow she ends up with some guy, which I hear about later when we are enjoying each other. She also has quite a past which she has shared with me. It happened in her college days, and with her ex, much to my delight, some of which might be told in snippets throughout the story. We've talked about pretty much everything that turns us on. We have agreed to make as many of them come true as possible. I think I was at a point in my life where we were headed in the same direction. She loved sex, including with me (especially with me, she insisted) and I loved hearing about her sexual adventures, nearly as much as having the sex myself.

I heard Briana continue, "you've seen his cock? Oh, he sent you a photo of it? Classy. ...It's big?" She giggled, "how big? Well, that's not saying much, your last boyfriend had a wet noodle! So why not go for it then? Ok, if you say so, but if you AREN'T going to suck the guy's cock and it's as nice as you say, send him MY way," Briana joked, though I think it was more than that, knowing her. 

Her close friends know her penchant for sex, but only a couple of them know the full extent of it. I don't think any of them are like her at all. In fact, I believe they get off on hearing about what she's done in order to fill up their own mostly humdrum lives. We didn't want that. We were into fulfilling each other's deepest, darkest fantasies, we'd barely gotten started. It all sounded good at the beginning, dealing with the reality of it would come later.

"Uh huh," Briana sniffed playfully, "I see how you are, selfish bitch." She wound up her conversation. She hung up and turned around, just in time to see me smiling at her.

"You heard that?" She asked with mock shock.

"Something about you sucking ANOTHER cock," I said, feigning exasperation.

She smiled lasciviously. "Uh huh, it's a shame for good cock to go to waste. You know me."

"That I do," I grinned. I could see the sex talk had gotten her worked up. The gears in her brain were churning. She was wonderfully wicked and creative, something she said she loved about me as well. We certainly felt free to unleash it upon each other. "I can imagine just talking about sucking cock has given you some ideas."

She grinned. "I've had some thoughts about it, yes. Wanna hear?"

"When don't I want to hear your ideas?"

"True. You might not like this one as much, though."

"I doubt that, I fucking love your dirty mind," I said, my lust growing.

"Ok, you caught me on the cock sucking thing. Yes, I want it. I want it bad," she growled.

Briana loved sucking cock. She was gifted at it, probably because of her love for it.

"But not my cock, right?" I chuckled.

"Yes, yours...eventually," she giggled.

"Ok, spit it out!" I urged.

"Never!" She responded. "You know I'm a swallower!"

We both laughed. "Ok, so I want some new cock to suck," she mewed lustily. "So...I was thinking of going out tonight."

"You think you can just go out any night and magically a cock will appear for you to suck?" I teased, even though I knew if she wanted to suck a cock, there would be a number of opportunities for her to choose from.

She smiled knowingly. "You know it, mister. So if you don't mind, I'll go out and do it." Seeing no resistance, she brushed past me to get ready.

It was always exquisite torture to watch her dress and get ready to go out for her "fun" nights. She knew it, too. She teased me purposefully. She moved her ass slowly, in circles, as she did her makeup. She kept teasing all the while, asking me, "do you think he'll like these panties, baby?"

"God yes," I grunted. "Fuck, he'll love everything."

"I don't plan on giving him everything," she grinned.

"But what if he wants it?"

"Well, then he'll just have to take it," she mewed. She was getting hot. She loved it when a man takes her like a slut. That thought was getting her antsy.

"What's in it for me?" I muttered as I watched her doll herself up for someone else.

"Oh, poor dear," she teased. "What is it you want?"

"You," I groaned as I started stroking my hardening cock through my jeans.

"You already have me," she grinned.

"But I want your mouth on me, your lips. I want to taste your pussy. I want to fuck you good."

She turned to me and smiled. "I know you do baby. But, here's the other part of my idea, which I'm not sure you will like as much..." she said, her voice trailing off at the end.

"What? What? TELL me, you've got me going already!" 

"Ok, you know how you always say you like me doing things and hearing about them almost as much as doing them?"

"Yes?"

"Sometimes you've even said you might like them even MORE than doing them."

"Yes, I guess it depends on how I feel at the time," I said, wondering where this was going.

"Ok, I want to indulge both of us with this," she said. "So, I see you are hard and excited already. If you want my mouth on you then just ask me for it and I'll suck you off."

"Just like that? Now, even?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, even right now. But, if I suck you off, then I won't go out and I won't suck anyone else either."

"What? Why not?"

"Because, I want my new lover to have the very best of me. You do too. You always say that I shouldn't ever hold back anything from them. You always urge me to "give them my best." So that's it, if you want me in any way, just ask, but that'll be it for the night."

"So you are making me choose? I either get sucked off or fucked, or someone else gets to do it?"

"You are getting it," she grinned.

"Do I get it later, like always?"

"I was thinking of our fantasies," she mused. "I think IF I suck or fuck anyone that tonight, you should only get a handjob." She was playing up some of the humiliation aspects of our fantasies we constantly discuss.

"Wow, that's harsh," I moaned, even though the thought certainly had me going. "Are you at least going to tell me all about it?"

"Of course, silly. I love sharing that stuff with you. That's when you get the handjob, when I'm telling you the story. You ok with that? I think we'll both get off on the fact that some guy gets me...good...and you only get a handjob, don't you think?"

"I guess," I said with resignation, even as I let my fully hard cock out of my jeans. 

"Aw, poor baby, don't you dare jerk off!" She said sternly when she saw me stroking myself. She smiled softly when I reluctantly put it away. "You will like it MUCH better if you don't," she winked. "I'll tell you what I'll do for you, though. If I can, I'll text you when I can tonight, maybe even send you some pictures."

"Wow, that'd be awesome." We'd talked about that but had never done it. I always told her it was difficult filling the hours when she was gone and that it drove me crazy waiting for her.

"Well, it's the least I can do," she laughed, "who knows when I'll be able to get home?"

"You think it will be late?" 

"It will be as long as it takes," she smiled coolly.

I watched her slip on her frilly skirt which fell far above her knee. It revealed a lot of her sexy thighs. Her top was a spaghetti strapped sheer off-white number. Her tits looked magnificent and available, as I'm sure they would be. She didn't wear a bra. With the way her nipples stick out when she's excited I'm sure it would have the desired effect of drawing men to her like bees to their queen. I teasingly often called her "Queen Bree." She kissed me lustfully, which left some of her lipstick on me. She smiled and applied more, "for him," she said as she left. I saw her get in her friend Stef's car. 

"Great," I thought. "Stef is going to see what's going on." It was another humiliating aspect of our fantasies. Briana loved humiliation as well. I made a note to be sure to take advantage of that soon.

We'd talked about most of all of our fantasies before, this was going to be one of them. We both seem to like some measure of public shaming. We were only getting started with it. Teasing denial was something new for us. I'd agreed to experiment with it. Tonight she was going to make me see if I could take it. We would never deny each other for long, though. I was still on my first glass of wine when I got her first text.

"Hey baby! Just wanted you to know I'm at Mularkey's. There seems to be quite a few men here and hardly any women. What's a girl to do?"

"Get someone to buy you drinks?" I offered.

"LOL, I've already had two!"

I knew how she got when she drank, even more disinhibited and sexual. It seemed to be going according to her plan. I also knew that she always gives the guy who buys her a drink a little "something." It's usually a good look down her top or a lingering hand on her thigh. I knew that right at that moment some guy was enjoying a nice piece of my Bree.

I paced nervously. I always did when she was out. Often, she offers me the chance to, "watch her in action," as she puts it, but up to now I've just been too nervous to do it. I guess I'm having to learn to deal with the public shame of it all, or at least the possibility of it.

The next text was just a picture. It was a picture of her tits, taken at an angle from above, down her top. She was holding her top more than slightly open. It was obvious she wasn't the one who took the picture.

I texted her, "wow."

She quickly responded, "I had to give him SOMETHING, he bought me two drinks after all. One tit per drink!" 

I could almost hear her sexy giggle from home. I was right, someone had seen them in their incredible perfection. After that an hour passed with no word. I knew better than to text her. When it was her game she liked being the one who moved it along.

I'd finished two glasses of my Cabernet, which is most often my limit. Drinking usually tends to make me drowsy. I'd nearly dropped off when another text came.

"You aren't stroking yourself are you?"

"No."

"Good. This might not help, though. How does it feel knowing some strange guy just had his hands all over your baby's big 'ol tits?"

"Mmm, sounds good," I said, instantly perked now.

"Yeah, he really likes them . Oh, he also MAY have some of your girl's pussy juice on his fingers. Gotta go, ttyl!"

"Fuck!" I groaned. Now I was wide awake again. By the time the next text came it was after 1 am.

"Baby, how are you doing?"

I could almost see her smirking when she said it. She loves the teasing game as much as I do. 

"Hard, nervous, excited."

"Wow, what a coincidence, someone I'm with has two of those qualities going right now too!"

"Ugh, lucky bastard."

"Yes, he will be, soon. I just have to convince him to give me a ride home."

"What happened to Stef?"

"I sent her home before she got too drunk. I didn't want her hanging around for... you know."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" I asked excitedly. I couldn't wait to see her.

"Hell no! You just stay right there. You don't think I can convince some guy to give me a ride home?"

"I know you can, baby. I just want to see you so bad."

"I know. Don't worry, I like the idea of "having" to convince him, though. It makes everything fall into place. I'm not sure you'll hear from me until I get back though. Love you baby!"

I groaned. She was gone again. My mind was seeing all sorts of crazy images of her, in various stages of undress, doing dirty things that I knew so well. I was surprised by her again at around 2am. It was a picture of her. She was sitting in a car. Her top was gone. Her glorious tits were open and free. Her nipples were puffy, perhaps even a bit red. She had a catlike grin on her face. It was obviously that someone else was enjoying that wonderful view. Suddenly, I was surprised by the sound of a car as it pulled up to the curb on the opposite side of the street. We live near the end of a street, the house across is vacant and up for sale. I looked through the blinds carefully. I couldn't see much, they were parked in darkness, between two light posts, obviously for a reason.

I watched and waited. It was an agonizing wait, even though it was probably only twenty minutes or so. The car was running. My own fevered mind filled in the blanks of what was going on. Finally, I saw the passenger door open. It was Briana. She was still topless like in the picture. As she walked around to the driver's door I saw her pulling on her skirt, which had become askew. She pulled it back up and over her hips and straightened it. I saw her lean in to the window. With one hand she lifted her skirt over her ass cheek. It was no doubt for me. Her panties were gone. I saw a guy's hand reach through the window to her back, then down to her backside. I saw her stand up closer to give him easier access. Then she leaned back over to him again. I saw her head arch back. I knew he must've been nibbling on her nipples, I recognize that arch anywhere. Finally, she leaned in again. This time they were kissing. 

Then, it was done. She turned and walked towards me and the house. She was grinning from ear to ear. Her tits were swaying beautifully as she walked slowly, in her glorious heels. It was a full-on sashay. We'd talked about her love of exhibitionism and how she might include the neighbors. Now, they had the opportunity to see her, if they were night owls. My cock was hard in my hand. I realized I'd been stroking it since watching the car arrive. She stopped. She looked up at my window. It was our bedroom. She knew where I'd be. I got another text from her.

"Sorry I'm so late. You'll see why."

Next came the picture. It was of her, just like before, topless, in the car. This time though her face was splattered with cum. Her face was glistening with it. Her tongue was darting out of her mouth in the corner, lewdly licking some of it.

I rushed downstairs and opened the door. She stumbled in, she was tipsy and giggly. I kissed her. The cum was drying on her cheeks.

"You smell me, baby?" She cooed. "Do you smell his cum on your baby's face?"

"Yesss," I panted, my cock was on fire. 

"I kind of HAD to suck him off, baby," she drunkenly giggled. "I told him I'd suck his cock if he drove me home."

"Yeah, I'm sure he had to be convinced," I said facetiously.

"Oh, he didn't complain, that's true," she slurred.

I was pawing her now. My hands were all over her bare tits, then down between her legs. She was soaked.

"Where are your panties?" 

She smiled, "Oops, I must've lost them in the alley."

"The alley? Oh god, baby. What happened, TELL me."

"SIT!" She barked, her finger pointing towards the couch, even though she couldn't keep it focused in one direction due to the alcohol.

I quickly sat. My cock was out, I was stroking it. She made me stop. She sank to her knees. Her hand encircled my cock. Her hand was soft, warm. She shot me a quick grin. "I see my man is turned on for some reason." She jacked me slowly. She was quiet at first.

I was going crazy. "TELL ME!" I panted, half crazed.

She smiled, "Oh, THAT. Ok," she said as her hand expertly worked slowly, agonizingly up and down my shaft in smooth strokes. "Ok, I went to Mularkey's with Stef. You know that place is always crazy. Usually there are a lot of bikers and that rough type there, right?"

"I know," I groaned as I tried to make sure I held myself off until I heard it all.

"And you ALSO know I like the rough type, right?" She giggled before continuing. "Anyway, I met this one guy, Dave."

"Was he the guy who bought you the drinks?" 

"No, that was the first guy," she said, pausing her stroking before I reminded her to continue, which just made her giggle again. "Yes, the first guy bought me two drinks so I showed him both my tits, that's only fair right? He got to see your baby's tits, both of them, completely. I was wondering if he was going to be the one. We even made out in the bathroom hallway for a bit. But, he wasn't my type."

"Wasn't your type? Why not?"

She laughed, "I felt his cock through his pants, it wasn't what I was looking for tonight."

She saw my look and said, "don't worry, even though he didn't get his dick sucked, he got to maul your pretty girlfriend's tits. That was the guy I texted you about, he got to feel these titties, baby. He even got his fingers in your girlfriend's pussy, until I stopped him. Even though he wasn't the one, it still worked me up. It made me even hotter to do what I wanted to do."

"What's the part about the alley, baby?" I urged. My mind was trying all sorts of tricks to stop the impending orgasm that was trying to overwhelm me.

"Hush, do you want to hear it or not?" she smirked.

"Sorry, go ahead."

Her hand went back to stroking me, "ok, I went back to the bar and then this guy, Dave, was in my seat. When I told him that he just smiled and said I had to pay a toll to get it back. I asked what it was and he said, "a kiss." I said, a kiss? That's all you want?"

But he grabbed me and kissed me baby, he kissed me HARD. He bent me back in his arms. When he let me free I'm sure I was red, my face felt hot. That wasn't the only thing that was hot, baby, I'm sure you can guess."


Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 01



She then took her other hand and cupped my balls while her other hand stroked me. She squeezed my balls softly and used her fingertips to tease them.

"That got you hot baby? A kiss?" I moaned.

"It wasn't just a kiss, it was a KISS. He worked his tongue all over. It was like he was tongue fucking my mouth."

"I thought you didn't like a lot of tongue," I said.

"Usually I don't, but when a man DEMANDS that I take it, I guess I do," she giggled. "So, I got my chair back but when I sat down, the sly devil kept his hand on the seat, palm up, and I sat right on his hand. He slid it slowly out but his fingers slid between my legs as he did so. He made me squirm in front of Stef and all those strangers. They laughed. That was when I sent her home, I didn't want her seeing anything else. I think the day is coming when people are going to know the real me, baby. I don't think we can avoid that. Our fantasies about friends, neighbors...it'll all come out eventually. We'll deal with that, together though, baby. But tonight was about the other thing."

I was arching my back while she stroked me. Expertly though, she kept me from going off too soon. Occasionally she'd squeeze my cockhead when she knew I was close before continuing, slowly.

"So you want to hear about the alley? Ok, so he already knew what kind of girl I am. Guys like that already know. Strong, masculine, alpha types, they know when they are going to get some. They just do. So, I really tried to hold back on the drinking, even though he was trying to get me drunk. I didn't want to be really drunk, just a little drunk, like you know I like when I'm having sex. So, I convinced him to go outside. He wanted to smoke and I wanted to get this thing going. I knew I had a hot man at home that needed me to get back."

With that thought she stroked me harder, only to stop after a few and kiss the tip with those luscious lips. It was only a tease, she went back to the handjob.

"So, in the alley, as alpha males do, he cornered me right away. He had me against the brick wall. He had my fingers interlaced with his and he held them above me, to the wall. He kissed me passionately, baby. He really knew what he was doing, he had me squirming for it. He knew it too. He smiled and kept teasing me that I was a hot slut and how much I needed him to give it to me. I didn't argue."

My cock was aching by this point. I felt like I was going to burst. I had to stop her from stroking me for now. I told her to finish her story, before I came. She grinned at how hot this all had made me.

"Well, that's how I lost my panties. He was able to hold my hands above me with one hand, that's how big his hands are, baby. He's so strong. He held me with one hand and he yanked down my panties with the other. Just like that he held me while he fingered my pussy. He had me squirming on my tiptoes while he finger fucked me. It was awesome. I was so fucking wet, baby, it was almost embarrassing how wet I was for him. Soon, he had two of those big, thick fingers in me and I was creaming on his hand. I came three or four times like that, against that cold, brick wall while he kissed me. Then, I finally whimpered for him to stop, I wanted something else. He relented. I'd already told him I had a boyfriend, he feared the worst."

My cock was still aching, engorged, I felt like if she as much as touched it, I'd go off. She continued, "that's when I did what I told you about. I told him I needed a ride home and that I'd suck his cock if he did. He wanted more, obviously, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to pass up a blowjob. I'd gotten him so fucking worked up, he needed release of SOME kind. So, that's when I got in his car. He told me the toll this time for entering his car was my top. That's when I had him take that picture of me topless in his car. He asked who it was for, I told him I like being photographed nude. He smiled and said that he'd keep that in mind. So, we started to drive home. I took out his cock while he drove. The windows were open, the air felt wonderful over my bare tits, it made my nipples even harder. He loved my nipples, baby, he played with them rough, see?" She said as she displayed them for me, red, puffy, beautiful.

"So I sucked him on the way home. His cock is BIG, honey, as thick as his hands and fingers. SUCH a wonderful cock," she cooed. "So we pulled up to the curb, I actually wanted him to pull in the driveway, but he didn't believe me when I said that you weren't home. He wasn't taking chances. So I sucked him like that, on our street, in our own neighborhood, baby. That was one of our fantasies, wasn't it? Your girlfriend getting some stranger's cock with the possibility of the neighbors knowing? Mmm, I think so." She said as she gingerly touched my cock again. I allowed it. 

She went back to stroking me, I was too far gone to stop her. "So I let him cum all over my face, that was mostly for you, as you know I'd prefer to swallow that wonderful cum. We made out, kissed, he felt me up good. His hands were either all over my tits, or his fingers were in my pussy, baby, YOUR pussy. Reluctantly I had to call it a night. I gave you the show that you probably saw. If the neighbors saw, then they saw, oh well. Sooner or later people we know are going to know about me, if we want to live this way it's going to happen."

"I know," I croaked. I was looking at her pleadingly, I wanted her mouth on me.

She just grinned, "nope, you bad boy, I told you, you are getting a handjob ONLY, only my lover got my mouth tonight."

With that thought I blew my load all over my stomach, some of it spurted up and a drop even hit my chin.

"Oh my, SOMEONE was hot tonight," she giggled.

"Fuck, that was awesome," I said with a sigh. "So...what's the deal with Dave? Do you plan on seeing him again?" I asked with some hesitation.

"I don't know. I kind of hinted to him I'd let him fuck me next time. But, that was mostly just to get things going tonight. I'm not sure about a next time. Do you think I owe him anything more? Careful though, you know he's got a great cock...and he'd be very rough on my poor pussy. He's going to be one of those guys who will definitely take advantage of it."

She was putting it on me, she knew what my answer would be.

"Yes, baby. You aren't a tease, I know that, we'll have to see what "comes up," when it happens."

"Well, maybe I did a little more than hint at it. I know he'd love to, he loves how slutty I was with him. He told me after I sucked him off that if I wanted my top back to walk to the house with, that I had to promise I'd let him fuck me. So I did, baby. I told him he could wear it out, and soon. Funny thing, though, after I promised him, he offered me my top back but I told him to keep it. So, is that what you want next? More of the same?"

"I actually have an idea bouncing around in my head," I said. We have so many of our fantasies still unexplored."

"What is it?" She asked excitedly.

I stroked her hair before rising, I offered her my hand and I walked her to the bedroom. 

"You'll see."



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 02



I have a good memory. I also can hold a grudge. Ok, maybe only playfully, sexually, but I fully remembered Briana's adventure with Dave. He was the guy she met at the bar. I remembered the humiliation of only getting the handjob after she'd pleased him with that wonderful mouth of hers. We both know we loved every minute of it, still, I had in mind to give it back to her in some way. I'd had time to think about many things when she was out with him. We have similar passions. She likes getting fucked in all sorts of ways and I like her doing it then enjoying it, after.

Briana was aloof whenever I'd mention Dave. I'd thought she'd be all over him as much as she'd said she loved his cock. It actually surprised me that he hadn't gotten that pussy of hers by now, more than a week later. To be fair, she had just gone through her period. Still, in the past she rarely had a time when she wasn't horny. The days had given me time to think things over about what I wanted for both of us. It excited me when she was fully engaged in sexual play and it was rare to see her avoid opportunities. 

Our games had grown, though, and now I knew I'd have to play more of a role in making it happen. I decided to put a plan in action. Over the next days I avoided much physical contact with her, as difficult as that was, as excited as she routinely gets me. She didn't get it at first, but soon I'm sure she started to wonder what was going on. I waited for her to finally get completely recharged and it was working. She was getting particularly horny from days of denial.

"I need it, baby. C'mon, fuck me..." she begged me as I tried to pay attention to the baseball game instead of her incredibly sexy body. 

I let her beg for awhile as I pretended to be disinterested. She walked away with a pout. This happened for two nights in a row. Finally, on the third night I had her. She whined to me again about me fucking her good. 

I turned to her and said, "do you really want it, baby? You want to get that pussy fucked and fucked good?"

"Oh god, you know I do, you've been keeping on edge for days now."

"My cock is good enough for you now?" I teased, referring to her time with Dave.

"Oh god yes," she purred, "your cock is my favorite!"

"Not Dave's? You went on and on about how great it was," I said, purposely jabbing at her.

She stuck her lip out in a sexy pout. "His cock is really nice, but I'd still rather have yours."

"Wow, really?" I wondered. I know she loves my cock, and it's plenty big enough to get her off. It was just nice to hear it.

"Of course," she mewed. "I'm not lying, all the cocks I've had, and you know I've had PLENTY, yours really IS my favorite. Dave has a great cock, but other than his cock, I don't have anything in common with him. Other than sex, I don't see him having much to offer."

"Why not?"

"Well, he's actually kind of rednecky, not really interesting and actually he's kind of racist. All he has to offer is sex."

"But he does have sex to offer?" I asked, trying to lead the conversation. "Do you think he'd still want to hit that?" I smirked jokingly.

"God, he would, of course he would. He'd want to hit it hard, too. Please, baby. Let's go have some great sex, I miss it so much. Sorry we haven't done much lately, my period and all, you know."

"I know, baby. Remember when you went out and picked him up and sucked him off?"

"Of course," she said as she playfully hit my arm.

"I know, but remember how you made sure I only got a handjob?"

"Yessss," she said, getting excited. "It is one of our fantasies we made come true."

"Right, but now I have one idea for you."

"Really? What is it?" She squeaked with excitement.

"Will you do what I say, like I did for you the other night?"

"Of course, baby! I'm so fucking hot right now."

I told her to shower and get made up. I told her I wanted to see her in her black lace stockings and garter. Excitedly she headed off to prepare. She just didn't know for what. I checked her phone, sure enough, she'd saved Dave's number. I noticed in her call history his number showing up pretty much daily. They were all incoming calls. She obviously wasn't answering him.

While she was showering I texted him, from her phone, pretending to be her, "hi, remember me?"

The reply was instant, "hey cutie, what's up?"

"Aw, I thought I was beautiful, or hot, sexy at least."

"You are all of that and more," he replied. "Do you miss me? I thought we were going to get together again," he offered.

"Yeah, about that, I've got a boyfriend, you know."

"I know."

"You want to see me again?" I asked, as her.

"Yes!"

"Are you busy now?"

"A little, working actually. What do you have in mind?" He wondered.

She'd mentioned he worked at a motorcycle shop. I smiled when I pictured the idea forming in my head. 

"Aw, that's too bad," I wrote back, adding a girly pouty faced emoticon.

"No, it's ok, I have a lunch break coming up. Why?"

He told me when his break was. I had enough time to make this happen. I told him to wait while I tried to work it out. I'm sure he thought it was Briana trying to wiggle her way into getting away from me, her boyfriend.

Briana was showered and dressed. She came in with a sexy strut. She had on her black stockings, her garters, black panties and matching bra. I whistled in appreciation. She sat down beside me, her perfume was intoxicating. She started stroking my cock through my shorts. I smiled and stopped her. 

"Not yet," I said with a smile. "You have to earn it first."

She gave me the biggest pout before asking how she could earn it. She was almost purring, she was so horny. I loved her like that.

I told her, "you 'll get my cock, but not first..." I handed her phone to her and showed her the text thread with Dave. 

Her mouth fell open. She looked at me with questioning wonder.

"Text him, tell him you'll meet him somewhere."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" She moaned.

"I do, but first he gets to, so tell him where to meet so he can fuck your brains out or I'll tell him for you."

She looked at me, daring me to be so bold. I grabbed her phone and texted him.

"Meet me at Palmer Park at 8?" 

He answered, "fuck, I want to but I only get an hour. Half of that will be driving to the park and back."

Briana kept trying to look over my shoulder to see what I was typing.

"Fuck? That's kind of what I had in mind, too," I wrote for her, "I know I kind of promised you."

"Dammit, I've been trying to call you since that night!"

"It's too bad, my boyfriend is at his friend's, probably for a couple more hours..."

I had to get this going or he'd waste he'd run out of time talking. I wrote, "don't go anywhere at lunch..." and I turned off her phone.

I showed her what we'd written. She said, "so now what? I'm horny, HE'S horny and we both seem to be at your mercy. Why do you want me to do this so badly?"

"Because you need to get fucked, and hard. Also because it covers a couple of your fantasies. One, you like it when you are told what to do. You like it when it's rough, and it will be, according to you. And, there are elements of exhibition and humiliation I know you like. Just the fact that you wouldn't normally fuck a guy like that makes it hotter. You don't really like him but you'll still end up letting him fuck the hell out of you. I think that touches a lot of sexual nerves for both of us."

I made her stand up. I admired the view. She was stunning in her lingerie. I had a better idea though. I made her remove her panties and bra. She stood before me only in her stockings and the garter, held up on her waist by a thin piece of material that encircled her waist just above her navel. She was so sexy. He was going to be the first beneficiary of my generosity. I made her fetch her black heels. They were quite simply, fuck me, shoes. they had no other purpose, they were 5 or 6 inch spiked heels. I loved fucking her when she had those shoes on and I had her legs spread wide. It was always beautifully slutty. I went to the closet and got out her long coat. It was also black, ankle length. It was more of a classy winter coat than a slightly cool summer's evening coat but it was perfect for what I had in mind. She had followed me like a loyal puppy into the foyer. I tossed it to her and told her to put it on. I'm sure she wondered how the coat fit into any particular kink or fantasy of ours. Once she had it on I smiled smugly. I sent one more text to Dave.

"See you in ten!"

I pulled her outside with me, I drove her towards her sexy fate. She was going out like that, in just her stockings, garters and heels. She had no bra, no panties. Only the coat concealed the wickedness of it all. She didn't even take her purse. She looked at me questioningly. 

"You know you love this," I grinned. "You are not to return until HE is satisfied, understood?"

"Yes, sir, but just so you know. Once this starts...with me dressed like this...and no way home..." she wickedly, with a noticeable lustful fire. 

I nodded. We reached the street his shop was on. I told her she had to go in the front door. Apparently the shop stayed open late on certain days, mostly for maintenance. Dave was a mechanic as well as a salesman. I made her walk the last block, so I wouldn't be seen. It was beautifully obscene, watching her clickety clack those heels toward getting herself fucked good. She knew I was pushing her humiliation button, just as she'd pushed mine. She'd have to display herself, dressed as she was, in fuck-me heels, to anyone who happened to be at that shop at this hour.

She texted me a little while later, "OMG, you should've seen the faces of the people when I walked in. They saw how your slut was dressed baby, the secretary, the other mechanics, and a couple of the customers. I think most of them know I'm not wearing much underneath. Oh god, baby, they know I'm here to get fucked."

"Don't waste any time, he said he only has an hour," I warned.

"I know, he's cleaning up right now. I was just in the bathroom with him, the men's bathroom. He made me open my coat...God, baby. I'm so wet, what should I do?"

"It's nice out. Take him out back of his shop first. Open your coat, drop it to the ground and let him take you up against the building. Remember though, no coming home until HE says he's finished, make sure you tell him that."

"Wow baby, that's hot, gotta go ttyl!"

It was about a 45 minutes later before I got another text. I was expecting it to be a quickie, based on his limited time, I wondered if she was heading home.

"Oh my god baby, fuck, you are going to love hearing about this...oh, I thought he was coming...listen, quick, I have to ask you something..."

"What?" I wrote.

"His boss is letting him off early, I know he knows what for. He knows what Dave wants to do to me...again. He wants to take me somewhere..."

"Ok?"

"So what do I tell him? He thinks you are coming home soon so I know he won't go to our place."

"What did I tell you? I told you to only come home when HE is satisfied. Tell him...wait, I got an idea. Erase your text string, I'm going to text you something next, show it to him."

"Ok."

I texted her my fabricated story. "Baby don't be mad but I'm going to be at Steve's awhile longer, I'm just too drunk to drive home, I have to sober up a bit first." It was a typical lie, no doubt told by so many boyfriends, though for far different reasons, usually. I told her to show him.

"God, that did it, baby...um...I don't know when he'll bring me home."

"I guess it'll be when he's finished with you," I said, smiling to myself.

"Fuck, that's hot," she wrote. "Bye!"

I knew better than wait for her. I knew I'd set it up so it would be a late night. It didn't surprise me at all when I awoke early, the sun was just starting to come up, when I heard a loud motor. It was Dave and Briana. she was riding bitch on his motorcycle. This time he pulled right into the driveway. She wasn't wearing her coat, instead she had on a man's Tshirt, which went to just below her ass. She still had on her stockings and garters. She'd rode home like that. I saw her get off his bike. She flashed her pussy when she lifted her leg to get down. I saw her drape herself all over him. They were kissing and pawing each other. Finally, she broke free. I saw her smirk, which I figured was meant for me, as she lifted the T-shirt above her head and handed it to him. She now was naked in our driveway, save the limited bit of lingerie. I saw him fondle her tits one last time before he started the bike and rode away.

I knew that last part was a bit of payback for me, she was again trying to shame me by allowing the possibility of seeing some other guy deliver my girlfriend back to our house, so obviously freshly fucked. I attacked her when she got inside. 

I wanted to fuck the living shit out of her but she begged me to be gentle, she said that she was so sore from getting "ripped up" by his big cock. I let her tell me what happened while I grinded slowly, at first, into her stretched pussy.

"He took me outside right away, baby, right after your text. I told him to do me like you said. He had me against the wall and he basically just ripped the coat off of me. He loved how you had me dress, baby. He fucking LOVED it. The whole time he kept growling into my ear what a total slut I was. His hands were all over me. He pawed my tits. He mauled my ass. His fingers slid freely in and out of me. Honey, the other people were still in the building, I could hear them through the wall. Everyone in that place knew he took me out there. They saw how I was dressed. They knew that's what I came for. I even heard Lisa, one of the shop people, tell someone else that Dave is well known for fucking around. It didn't surprise them in the least that he'd be banging some slut up against their shop wall even though he has a girlfriend."

"I let him have me this time, baby, how he wanted. And he wanted it NOW. I think he'd been thinking he wasn't ever going to actually get it, and now he was going to take that frustration out on my poor pussy. He did, baby, he really DID. He lifted me up, my back still pressed against the wall, and he lowered me down onto his cock. His cock seemed even harder than last time, if that's even possible. I think I may have let out a scream as it filled me. He was urgent, insistent. I wrapped my legs around him and he bounced me up and down on his dick. I think I was babbling incoherently at that point. I remember the feeling of being totally under his control. I couldn't stop how fast he did it, I couldn't stop how hard, how deep. He made me take it, how he wanted it, just like YOU wanted, too. He owned my pussy, baby. For that time, like you said, until he was satisfied, it was his. He took it like it was his, too. 

As he got close, he started drilling me hard up against the wall, my ass was slapping the bricks as he bottomed out in me each time. Finally, he shot his load in me. He held me, fully impaled on him, as he shot it into me. The whole time, my feet never touched the ground, I was just a wet, hot pussy for him to bang.

It was dark now and I was sure the shop was closing I heard people leaving. He left me in the back, naked, dripping his cum. He went inside. I could hear laughing. I knew they were talking about what he just did to me. That's when I texted you, he came out just when you had the idea of lying about when you were coming home. He just smiled and grunted at me to follow him. He didn't even let me get my coat. He made me get on his motorcycle, just like that, topless, in this lingerie and we drove off. I know dozens of people got a thrill as we drove past them. He was racing though, he wanted more of me. I doubt they saw as much as they'd like. Still, they could all see I was basically naked. Oh, and those stories about how a motorcycle feels on one's pussy...um, yeah, it's true. I had several mini orgasms while we rode...probably because my pussy was bare against the seat, I got the direct vibrations.

He took me to his trailer, yeah so he's kind of rednecky for sure. But I knew you'd like that thought, that this guy was getting your dirty slut anyway. He fucked me again, this time for more than an hour. He was basically grinding and rutting his big cock inside me. He came again. We fell asleep. I woke up and he was hard, but asleep. I woke him up with a blowjob. Then we came home, I still have his cum on and in me, can you smell it?"

"Fuck yeah," I smiled lustily. I was lost in my own impending orgasm. I filled her up, just as he had, while enjoying the feeling of her pussy being stretched so well.

"So, did you like THAT fantasy?" I grinned. 

"God, I'll say. You know exactly what I need, and how I need it. I love that about you, I love YOU!"

"What turned you on the most?"

"Well, like you said, it tapped several areas of fantasy for me. One was the way you had me dressed, or barely so, for him. That made his eyes bug out when he saw me. I'm sure you knew how he'd take me after seeing me like that. Two, you obviously know I liked the shame of showing up at his workplace like that and everyone there knowing what I was there for. We've also talked about your fantasy of me having to fuck a guy when he's not my type. It turned me on a little more knowing that I was letting a guy fuck me how he wanted that normally wouldn't get the time of day from me. But, I think the fact that it was all your idea that turned me on the most. You made it happen, your mind is as wicked and wonderful as you say mine is. I loved it baby, thank you!"

"He wasn't afraid to bring you home and make out in the driveway, why was that?"

She smiled wickedly. "I just lied and said you ended up spending the night at your friend's."

"So, you can be done with him now, I guess," I said. "You've fulfilled your obligation," I laughed.

"Yeah, it's time for something new, for sure. Though, he might not quite be done. He remembered me saying how I like being photographed nude. He mentioned he knows someone who does that kind of photography. I thought you might like that so I got his card for you."

"Nice," I grinned. I fell back in the bed next to her and held her tightly.

"This was all so dirty of you," she whispered. "But you know what's great? You can take it as well as give it, which is good. There are so many of our fantasies we haven't gotten to yet. I have something in mind for us next."

I thought about all the things we'd talked about, different locations, races, people, I had no idea what her dirty mind was thinking of. I just remember thinking, "I can't wait."

{Part 3 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 03



The last episode with the mechanic, Dave, seemed to light a fire in Bree. Even though we'd talked about our fantasies, making them actually happen charged her up in a way that I knew something big was on the horizon. She loved talking about it, what I'd made her do, what she did and how she felt when she did it. It seemed to free her even more to think about new things (if that was even possible!) I think she realized that I was as serious as she was about exploring the seemingly boundless limits of our sexual life together.

She teased me mercilessly for days after being fucked by Dave. She denied me, as I had her, all the while teasing me with her beautiful body. She delighted in telling me all the sordid details, over and over, just to get me hard, only to leave me hanging. I knew she was setting me up for something. It was playful, but still frustrating as hell. 

One day, she was exercising in the living room. She has some stretchy black yoga pants that hide nothing. She was doing it to tease me, for sure. She usually worked out at the fitness club. I stood in the hallway and watched her stretch that hot, sexy, tight ass in circles. She knew I was watching. She was on her hands and knees. She had on a tight sports bra, she was sweating, her chest was heaving, she looked awesome. She looked back at me and caught me gawking. She smiled lasciviously.

"You like?" 

"Damn, baby. You know what you do to me."

"Really? What do you want to do to me?"

"Fuck, everything." I muttered.

"Yeah, I get that reaction a LOT," she giggled. She kept up the slow grinding before stopping again and looking back at me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she teased.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

"No, seriously. Take a picture, get my phone," she offered.

I raced to get the phone and returned. Her ass was still pointed up, rounded like she was about to be mounted by a stud. She let me take picture after picture of her like that, from different angles. She slid down her yoga pants just enough for me to see her crack. I took several more pictures. She was getting into it. But, she made me hand her the camera and she looked over the pictures. She was being purposeful, this all had a meaning for her. She eased the pants further down until her ass was now fully exposed, and framed beautifully now by the yoga pants, which now were just below the lowest part of her ass cheeks. I gulped when it came into view. I held out my hand for the camera, but she held onto it. Then, she let her tits out of her stretchy top. They hung wonderfully, almost begging for my touch. She let me take her in, the room was silent, though it felt electrically charged.

Her voice broke in, shattering the silence. "So, you like other guys seeing and getting all this, do you?"

"So do you!" I managed to choke out.

"I do. And, we've seemed to enter new, wonderful territory...haven't we?"

"Yes, yes I think we have too."

"You seem to be as willing as I am to expand and enjoy our sexuality," she offered slyly.

"I am, baby. You've got something on your wicked mind, what is it? Tell me."

"Ok, remember what you made me do with that mechanic guy?"

"Of course, you tease me about it every day," I said, as I shifted uncomfortably to adjust my growing cock.

"I know, but there are fantasies we've discussed and it might not be clear that you want them to be realities."

"Fuck, I can't think of anything like that," I said truthfully. "If it turns you on, I KNOW it'll turn me the fuck on!"

"I hope so," she mewed. "Because since you obviously pushed me hard on the last fantasy, I wanted to do that to...er...for you this time," she smiled wickedly.

"Look..." I said, exasperated, her ass was naked and inviting, I wanted to jump it. "...I love you, you love me, we love these things, TELL me..."

"Ok," she said, her sexy eyes were hypnotizing me. "Take one more picture of me, like this," she said as she peeled her top fully off and tossed it aside. 

She pulled her stretch pants down to her knees. She was still on all fours, topless, with her ass showing. She started to hand me the phone but stopped. "But..." she said ominously.

She saw me questioning look. She knew I was eager for it, I wanted to hear it, no matter what it was, she was intoxicating.

"But, here's the deal. You get the picture of me, make sure you get my ass, at least some of my tit, and my face in it."

"Ok?"

"Ok..." she said, before taking a deep breath and plunging the rest of the way in. "...then, I want you to send that picture to one of your friends..."

She saw my mouth fall open. She was resolved. "Choose carefully. One of the people you have in your phone contacts as friends."

She knew that I had probably 25 friends or so on that particular list.

She saw my look. "I know what you are thinking, dirty man!" She teased. "No, not your full contact list, JUST your friend list, and only one that lives within an hour's drive of here."

She knew that I had all sorts of people on my contact list due to work connections, probably more than 100. She saw my pained expression.

"I know," she said consolingly. "I chose that for that reason. It has to be a tough choice. I know your fantasies in that area. I know you really, deep down, want something like this."

She was right, when we were both hot, and fucking furiously, we'd often talk about her fucking a co-worker, someone I know, or, even one of my friends. We both got off on it. This was real, though. I stood next to her, phone in hand, while she posed for her picture. I hesitated. She arched her back, rounding out her ass lewdly. It was a dirty tactic.

"You'll get some of this, after," she cooed while bucking her ass back and forth.

She always got what she wanted, we both knew it. I snapped several shots of her in that incredibly sexy position. She took the phone again and deleted all but one, the one she liked the most. It was the sexiest, for sure. Her ass was beautiful, inviting, her tit was exposed, you could see her nipple was hardened, and the smile on her face was allluring. No straight man on earth would resist that.

I sat in the lounger as she got up and bounced around me with a gleeful giddyness. She stroked my hardness through my pants. She knew I wanted her something fierce, but I knew she would not be giving it to me until this thing was done.

"So what happens?" I asked. "What happens when I send it?"

She giggled, "When you send it, dirty boy has already made up his mind!"

"Seriously Bree, if I do, then what?"

"I think you need to choose carefully," she said. "It's from my phone. So, the guy is going to think it came from me," she pointed out.

"How do you know I'd choose a guy?" I countered.

She laughed, "because I know you, and what you like. And, because you don't have any women on your friend list!"

"So, one of my friends gets this nude of you out of the blue, then what?"

"I've thought about that. I guess it depends on who you choose. Some of your friends would assume it was accidental and not even mention it to you. Others might try to call me "privately" and see what's up with the picture."

"That would be so embarrassing," I said.

"To who? You? I made it so it doesn't even look like it has anything to do with you. It's my phone, it's my picture. The guy will think you are totally clueless to it, you're in the clear, if you want to be."

"But, there will be a guy out there that will always have that picture of you, too."

She smirked at that. "So? I told you my ex, the big dicked douche, took a ton of pictures of me, most way worse, and showed all his friends, too. "

I remembered, still, he lived across the country now. I'd put that out of my head. Now, though, some guy close, some guy I KNEW would have a picture of her. I had a major debate going on in my head. I was weighing everything, judging everyone. Everything had it's plusses and minuses. She saw my frustration.

She chuckled, "I call this game, "Friend Roullette." If you send that picture to someone who just thinks I mistakenly sent it to them and quietly deletes it, then you dodge that bullet. If you send it to someone who will confront you because he thinks you need to know what a slut he thinks your girlfriend is, then you'll have to deal with that as well. And, if the guy is a sneak, and tries to see if he can fuck me, then you have to live with that, too. And, if I judge most of your friends, correctly, I'd think a lot of them fall into that category."

I started to argue that. I thought most of my friends were upright, honest guys.

She laughed at that. "Do you know how many of them have tried to sneak a feel from me at parties?...How many of them have let their hands "accidentally" brush across my chest, or my ass? Like I said before, if you know your friends, choose wisely."

"So what are the rules? If I send it and nothing happens, it's over?"

"Yes, that's the game. There has to be a way for YOU to win, too," she giggled. "If I don't hear anything from the guy you send it to in, say, 48 hours, then it's over, and you can fuck me however you want."

"WOW!" I said excitedly.

"But..." came the foreboding words, "...if the guy contacts me..."

"Then what?" I asked with lustful dread.

"I am going to tell him that I meant to send it to him." She saw my eyes widen. "And, I'm going to ask him if he'd like to see it in person."

"Fuck," I groaned.

"And, when he sees it, he gets it. Understood? It won't be over until he takes what he wants from me. Ok?"

"What does he get, exactly?" I asked with trepidation.

"Anything he wants, but it's a one shot deal. He gets to cum, however he wants and I'm required to make it happen."

"Wow, wow, wow, wow," I muttered over and over. 

She wasn't helping. She was still topless, she was now sitting on my lap, facing me. She was grinding my hardness while we discussed it. It wasn't playing fair. But, it was never fair when it came to her. She was a sexual creature, it was going to go her way, regardless.

I still held out hope. I still got to be the one to choose who to send it to. Even if she was right about my friends, there must still be a few who would take the high road. She tormented me all evening, she never fully dressed. Her tits were open and inviting but she only allowed me to touch them momentarily, before pulling away. This was how it was going to be until I made my decision. 

I went into the den. My mind raced when I thought about my friends. They all had some negatives, in their pasts and such. I quickly ruled out the single "wolf" type who undoubtedly would give it to Bree any minute I left the room if they could. I considered only the married ones, though I knew I had to be careful because many of them complained they weren't getting enough at home. I worried that they'd take advantage of such an incredible opportunity. 

I considered my two "best" friends. Even though I had faith they wouldn't touch her, I still decided to rule them out because I didn't want them seeing her like that. I didn't want them knowing or figuring out our sex lives. Then, I had to erase the ones that lived across country. That really only left me with a two choices. Neither had been friends long. That was good and bad. On the plus side, it wouldn't be as painful as a "betrayal" by a closer friend. But, the negative would be I'd really have no idea what either would be like when presented with such an opportunity.

I know our fantasies. I know how she is, what she really wants, and what I really want her to have. But, it still was a sexual game, and she wanted me to try to play it the best I could. I could've just picked one of the wolves and let him fuck her good. But, I knew she wanted more than that. She wanted me to experience the full game, the humiliation, just as she'd have to face the humiliation of having her picture sent like that. We were both in it fully. 

I decided on Greg. All I knew about him was he'd been married only a couple years, which I thought was a good sign, that perhaps he'd still be happy with his sex life. I also knew he was athletic, good looking and probably a bit cocky. Still, given my choices he seemed to be the best of a bunch of bad options. For a brief moment I thought about not even sending it. I saw her on the couch, eyeing me lustfully. I knew that I could probably break her down, and refuse to do it. Then, I thought about how much we'd done, how far we'd come together, and how my reluctance to play that type of game with her might hurt us in the future. I pulled up the picture one last time. "Fuck, that's hot," I said as I grimaced when I sent it to Greg. I handed her phone back to her to show her. She smiled.

"I like Greg," she giggled. "He's so young, young guys are so...insatiable." The clock was now on. 48 hours.

For the rest of the evening she made it difficult for me.

"Hmmm, I wonder what Greg will do?" She'd tease.

"What do you think he should do?" I'd ask, while shifting uncomfortably.

"Well, if he were a guy who takes what he wants then I think he'd make me please him, fully."

"Would you just suck him off, if that's all he wanted?" I asked hopefully.

She grinned. "I'll please him in any way he wants, that's the deal. If you were offered what was in the picture, is that what you'd ask for?"

We both knew it wasn't. "How is he going to know what he can do?" I asked.

"Because after I ask him if he wants to "see it in person," I'll probably find myself in the same position, looking up at him."

"Then you'll offer it to him?"

"Then, I'll let him take what he asks for."

Agonizingly, the phone was quiet until bedtime. I had a fitful night trying to sleep. I could not keep my mind on work the next day, I actually left early. I tried to waste time and distract myself by doing some grocery shopping but every other thought in my head was about Bree and Greg. It was driving me crazy wondering if he'd responded. Though, I was somewhat comforted by the knowledge that I was sure she'd text me, if only to tease me, if he had.

I was relieved when she met me at the door with a shrug when I asked if he'd contacted her. As the night wore on I began to feel more and more confident that I'd picked the right guy. I even teased her about it.

"Wow, what's it been, over 24 hours and still nothing?" I smugly noted.

"I'm not worried. He knows you are here, and, he knows how to contact me, if he wants to."

"So I can fuck you how I want?" I asked, already fantasizing about my prize. I had her in my arms, my hands groped at her tits before she broke free, playfully. 

"Yes, or HE does."

"Doesn't seem like he will, now," I reasoned. "I'd think he'd decide one way or the other quickly, and since you only have less than 24 hours left, I like my chances."

"Maybe, but if you are so sure, how about let's make it more interesting."

"How so?"

"Ok, if you are right and he doesn't contact me by 6pm tomorrow, I'll be your sex slave."

"For how long?" I asked excitedly.

"You decide. You pick a number, a day, a week. BUT, if you are wrong, and he does contact me, then he gets that same number. If you pick a week, then HE gets me for a week. I'll be HIS sex slave. That means I can't say no to anything, other than hurting me permanently or something, of course. It even means I might have to stay with him during it. So, it's up to you. How confident are you?"

My cock was screaming for a week, or longer, maybe even a month, but my head kept telling me to be careful. If I say a day, I might not have enough sexual energy to take full advantage of it as often as I wanted, but if I say a month, then...wow...who knows how that would go if it went badly for me. 

"48 hours. Just like the time he has to contact you. If I win, I get you anyway I want, every way I want, for 48 hours, you can't say no."

"Ok, and he gets the same option," she pointed out. "And, to make it fair, he has to KNOW he has that option. Deal?"

"Deal," I grimaced. I looked at the clock. 22 hours to go.

Exhilirating, agonizing, thrilling, painful. That's how my morning and early afternoon went the next day. Every time my phone rang or buzzed I cringed. Luckily though, none were from Bree. It was 4pm, there were two hours left. I texted Bree.

"On my way home. Ready to collect my prize." I could barely conceal my hardon on my walk out of the office.

She texted back, "let me ask you this, though. If it did happen, how would you want it to? Would you want to see it?"

"See it? I'm going to be there doing it!" I laughed as I sent the message.

"Actually you are not," came the quick reply. "He texted me two hours ago."

I called her immediately, "what? Why didn't you tell me?" 

"You were working, silly. I don't bother you with sex stuff and get your mind all funny when you are working, you know that."

"But damn, Bree, he called you? What did he say?"

He texted me, he said, "are you sure this was for me?"

So, like we talked about, I just typed back, "yes. Do you like?"

He replied, "very much!"

You know what the game was, so I texted back. "Did you want to see it in person?"

I groaned. "Fuck, baby, what did he say to that?"

She laughed. "He wrote, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."

"Fucker," I spat under my breath. "I should've picked Pete instead. So what now?"

"Now, I'm asking you. He's coming over. I didn't think his wife would appreciate it if I went over to HIS house. Plus, I thought it more appropriate if he got to see me, like that, in the living room, just like in the picture."

"Fuck," I mumbled. It hit me what it all meant. I thought, "why did I say 48 hours? Why didn't I just make it a one time deal? I can pretty much fuck her when I want now anyway, why didn't I just ask for one day at most?"

"Hurry, I told him you usually come home at 6, though I see you are leaving early again, dirty man!"

"What are you saying? You want me to watch? How?"

"I'm not going to plan this for you, I'm just going to do what I'm told and what I'm supposed to do. If you want to see any of it you need to work that out. But, he can NOT see you. That would not be in the spirit of our game. He needs to know that I'm his and that you won't be getting in the way for any of it."

My stomach lurched at that thought. I'd gotten myself into it now. We have an old house. The living room can be separated by a movable collapsing wall. In the old days they used it to seperate the dining area from the sitting area. I hadn't closed it in years, it was a bear to close.

"But, you said you are going to be in the living room?" I asked as I ran to my car.

"Yes, and if you don't hurry I'll be ass up and busy. If you are late, you turn around and go somewhere until I text you, got it?"

"Yes!" 

I raced home. Luckily, I made it. I parked around the corner, I knew she'd frown on my car being in the driveway. She was there, grinning. She had on the same stretchy top and tight yoga pants she had on the other day. She was preening, almost admiring herself like a prized cat. She was eyeing me closely, wondering what I was going to do next. Quickly, I grabbed the collapsing wall and gave it a heave. It barely moved. It groaned along with me as I closed it, slowly, inch by inch along its track. Finally it was closed. It had a keyhole, just like in the old movies, which opened with a skeleton key. The key had long been lost, but the space remained. I'd considered keeping the door open a crack but I figured, rightfully so, that I'd be easily spotted behind it. It wasn't dark enough yet to keep me concealed. I looked through the hole. Her face was close, she was grinning.

"Oh look, does the pervert have a nice view? Can he see well enough to watch his girlfriend get used by one of his own friends?"

"Ouch," I mumbled at the sexy bite of the remark.




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 03



I saw her get on her knees in the same spot as before. I saw her moving her ass, she was grinding, giving me just a preview. Then, I heard the knock. My heart leaped, I was sweating already. I couldn't see her answer the door but I heard them.

"Wow, Bree, you look great!" I heard him say in a low growl.

I grimaced at him using her nickname, everyone else knew that was just for me to use. I heard her giggle, in the sexy way she does. I knew what state she was in. It was lust. This is what she lived for, she loved being aroused. She invited him in. I saw him sit on the couch. She stood in front of him. I could see his face clearly. He was ogling her. Her back was to me but as she talked his eyes were firmly focused on her top, I knew her nipples stood out proudly in that top. He was enjoying the view. I saw him sneak glances down to her pussy, which was hardly hidden by the tight, form fitting material.

"So, you meant to send me that picture?" He grinned. He was getting to it. "Why?"

She hesitated. "Um, you just seem to always be flirty with me," she said, with a slight stammer. I had to smile, she was nervous, even as sexual as she is, and even though she'd brought the game on herself, it still wasn't so easy for her. I liked that, I liked that she also got to feel the shame of it all. "And, when Devin took that picture of me and I saw it, I thought of you...um, I just thought you might like to see it too."

"Well, I did," he laughed. "Soooo, Devin, is he coming around soon?"

"Not too soon," she strongly hinted.

I saw Greg shift in the sofa. I knew what caused his discomfort. He was adjusting himself.

"So why me?" He asked.

"Well, like I said, we've always been flirty, and remember the last two parties? I think you had your hands on my tits more times those nights than even Devin did," she said with a shy, nervous laugh. 

I had no idea. I guess she always told me what guys tried to do with her but I guess I didn't realize how MUCH they'd tried. Turns out, I'd invited one of the "wolves" by mistake.

"So why send me a picture? You know how dangerous that is? How did you know my wife wouldn't see it?"

I realized she'd had nothing to do with it but I listened to her response.

"I know, I didn't know how else to do it..."

"Do what?"

"Get you over here..." she said with an embarrassed peep. She was having to admit it now. She was admitting to him she'd been wanting him to fuck her.

He smiled a devilish grin. "To do what?"

He was poking her now, cockily. He felt in charge, here was this little slut throwing herself at him, he was going to play it up.

She shifted nervously. "Well, I asked you if you wanted to see me, like the picture, but in person."

"So?" He asked, as if he was waiting impatiently.

"Ok," she whispered. She peeled off her top for him, exposing her tits. I saw his eyes open wide. Then, she slid her yoga pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She had on no underwear, of course, just like in the picture. Then, she dropped to her knees and assumed the very same position as in the picture.

He stood up and slowly walked around her, admiring the view from every direction. He said nothing, but occasionally he let out appreciative grunts.

"Very nice," he muttered.

"I just thought you'd want to see...I didn't think it was fair to tease you with just the picture," she said, now in a state of obvious lust herself.

He knelt down in front of her face and lifted her chin up with his hand.

"This is all great and everything Bree, but it really still is just a tease."

She nodded. I could see her nipples were hard, she was flushed, she was in her horniest state, I recognized it well. She stood up, with his help. They embraced, he soon had handfuls of my girlfriend, they kissed passionately, their tongues entertwined, I could hear the wetness and the fervor of their kisses.

He fell back into the recliner, MY recliner, the one only I get to sit on. She stood above him, naked and ready. 

He looked around again, "are you sure Devin won't be home?"

She shook her head. "Not for awhile. I know it's dangerous. Are you willing to be a little dangerous to get what you want?" She asked lustfully, as she straddled him and started to grind her bare, wet pussy over the hardness in his jeans.

"So it's not just a tease, then?" He asked. 

She stood up. I took a deep breath. I knew this was it. She said, "no, I'm not teasing you. I'm giving it to you. It's yours, you need to take what you want."

"Mmmm," he groaned, he pulled her back onto him and furiously kissed her again. "What if I want you to suck my cock?" He said, now more forcefully.

"Then I'll suck your cock, sir," she said in a soft, submissive tone.

His eyes were wicked, fevered. "Then do it," he commanded. "Suck my cock," he said, naturally assuming control.

She slid off his lap and the both had his pants around his ankles in seconds. Then, my baby took his cock in her mouth and looked up at him before she started to work her magic on him. She took him in slowly, deeply, "like this?" she mewed.

"Yessss," he moaned. "That's it, suck my cock, Bree, like you know you've always wanted to."

She held her head down as far as she could on him for a moment, before slowing letting her lips drag back up his shaft.

"I knew you always wanted it," he said with a growl. "I could tell. You've always wanted this cock."

"Mmm hmmm," she hummed as she tongued and sucked him at the same time.

"I always knew one day I'd be getting some of this," he said, as he grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back so she was forced to look at him, cock still in her mouth. "I just didn't know it'd be in Devin's own house," he laughed cruelly.

I watched my naked girlfriend sucking one of my own friends, in my personal chair, where previously only I'd ever gotten my cock sucked. He was getting everything that I'd had. 

He kept jerking her head back with her hair, occasionally his dick would come out of her mouth with a lewd, "pop." It amused him.

"Glad you aren't a tease," he said smugly. "Cuz I'd have almost felt bad, trying to fuck you in your own house...almost. If I had time I'd fuck you all over this place," he said with a lustful moan. "Every time you'd see a spot on the floor, or table top, or piece of furniture we'd fucked on, you'd remember me doing it to you."

"Mmm," she responded. She was enjoying his dirty talk, her mouth was being more active. She lifted off of him. "And Devin would have to sit in this chair, where your cock got sucked, or eat off the table, where you drilled my pussy, or watch tv on the couch where we fucked...and he'd never know," she said with an evil giggle.

He loved that he was getting her into it. "Well, we can do that, over time," he said. "I'll fuck you in every room of this house."

She pulled off of him and stood up. Her skin was red in spots from the heat of passion. I'd almost forgotten this part of the deal until she mentioned it.

"No, Greg. I love Devin and...presumably, you love your wife. Did I want that picture sent to you? Yes. Did I want to show you my naked body? Yes. Have I thought about fucking you before? Hell yes, I thought about it every time you've pawed my tits or whispered dirty thoughts in my ear. But, this isn't going to be an "affair."

Greg just sat mouth open, stunned, though still in full ogle mode.

"We've been through too much buildup and tease since we've known each other to not do something. I'm no tease, but, I want this to have a limited run, for your marriage, and for my relationship's sake. So, here's the deal, take it or leave it. I'll give you two days, two full days of me..."

"Wha...?" he started to ask, bug eyed.

"Listen, we don't have all night!" She said quickly. "Two full days, 48 hours, where you get me, all of me, how you want me. Let me please you, hell, make me please you."

"I can do that," he grinned, he pulled her back towards him, her butt first, she sat on him. He groped her tits and kissed her neck before she broke away again.

"I'm serious Greg, that's the deal, take it or leave it, but you have to tell me. I'll be your sex slave for 48 hours..."

"I say hell yeah!" He grinned in wide eyed wonder.

She dropped to her knees in front of him. His cock was still hard, she took it in his hand and started stroking it. She put it back in her mouth lovingly and teased it slowly before lifting off again.

"I mean it, 48 hours, it's almost 6pm now. So, two days from now, 6pm, it's over."

"But, until then I get...what?"

"You get everything," she said with an embarrassed peep. "I can't say no to you. Whatever you want, when you want. You just can't hurt me."

He sneered, "what if I hurt you good?"

"Anything," she sighed, "but nothing permanent."

He forced her head back on his cock. "What if I want you in the middle of the night or, what if I want you during the day, at my job? What then?"

"I can't say no, sir. But just for the moment, we'd better hurry," she said, licking her lips lewdly before engulfing him once more.

He'd heard enough and felt enough, he held her head tightly as he began to forcefully face fuck her. Not deep enough to gag her, but he held her tight like he was fucking her mouth like a pussy. I could see her tits swaying and heaving, I watched her ass move up and down with his thrusts into her. Finally, he shot his cum in her and he forced her to take it all, he didn't let her off his cock until he was fully spent. Finally, he slumped back. She slid off of him and coughed and choked a bit on his cum. He had no idea, but she loved it like that, coughing and sputtering on a man's cum. She fell back and sat on her knees, she lowered her head submissively while he recovered.

Finally, he realized where he was and thought better of hanging around. He stood up, he lifted her head again to look at him. "So, did you mean ANY of that, or was that just to get me off?" He asked softly.

"I meant it all," she said, I could see her face flush at that.

"So, seriously, how does this work?" He asked. 

"I've got just less than two days now to use you?"

She nodded.

"But, he lives with you, most of my time will be wasted with that."

He had no idea the power he actually had, but I knew she'd help him.

"Don't worry about him. Worry about your cock," she said, head lowered, eyes averting his. "When you want that cock pleased, you text me, tell me when, where, and how and I'll have to make it happen."

"Ok..." he said sternly as he was about to leave, "...I want that pussy."

"I know," she said, her lust embarrassingly evident.

"I mean tonight," he said, testing her resolve.

"Ok, when?"

"I usually would go out and play volleyball tonight, but I'll act like that's where I'm going so my wife won't know. If I call you, you'll come? Wherever I am?"

"Yes, and whenever you want. I'm yours, remember, to use. FULLY. I can't say no."

"I have no idea how Devin isn't going to find out, but, trust me, I'll use you, Bree, probably like you've fantasized. I can get it up 4, 5 times a day. 48 hours is probably like a month to your old man," he laughed.

I cringed, but he had the power. He had my Bree any way he wanted her for the next two days. I could only hang on until it was over. When he left I burst out to meet her. She was still on her knees, licking the cum off the sides of her mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes revealed a lustful haze.

"Well, you did it, you dirty man. You just guaranteed that your girlfriend is going to be your friend's toy until Friday night."

"I know," I sighed. "I wish I'd said an hour," I said, trying to make a weak joke.

"But you didn't. Now I'm his..." she said, lost her in her horny daze.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. "You have always wanted him, apparently."

"I fantasize about everybody, you know that. A lot of your friends are damned sexy, but I've never done anything with them, since we hadn't come to that yet. But yes, when you picked him I felt a little extra twinge, knowing how much he's wanted me, how much he'd like to see and feel everything I have."

"Fuck, Bree, how is this going to work? How can I look at him after this?How can we keep it so he doesn't know that I know?"

"I'll just make up something to cover that. But as for dealing with him, you'll have to figure that one out yourself."

"Damn, Bree. That is MY chair," I whined. "Only I sit in it. Only I have ever had my cock sucked in it. Plus, what's up with him calling you Bree?"

"I know. I liked that idea. Because of our "bet" I knew it would push both of our buttons. Because for the time being it's HIS chair, it's HIS mouth to use, HIS body to play with. He's been calling me Bree since the beginning, behind your back, of course. That's why I knew he'd take advantage of the offer. He's not the most loyal of your friends, obviously."

My cock betrayed my excitement at that thought. "So what now?"

"Now, we eat," she said dreamily. "I think I'm going to need my strength the next two days. I have to shower and be ready for anything, though. I'm basically on call until Friday night."

I watched her walk away, nude. I watched her beautiful ass swaying invitingly.

She looked back to see me watching her. "You know, he really is an ass lover, too. I don't doubt he's going to take it."

I groaned. She just smiled. "Does that turn you on, dirty boy? Your friend taking your baby's ass? The ass you hardly ever get? My ex was an ass man too, he took it probably as often as he did my pussy. Does that get you off?"

For some strange reason it did, it really did.

{Part 4 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 04



Our fantasy life had exploded, just as we'd desired. In the last few weeks Briana had sucked and fucked the mechanic she'd picked up from the bar. Now she was to be my friend Greg's sex slave for two days, due to our fantasy game she'd called "friend roullette." The sex slave part was my fault. I'd been too confident that he'd not respond that I'd included that part as part of a bet between Bree and I. I'd lost, magnificently so. Now she agreed to be his, "whenever," and "wherever."

I was in a constant state of agitation through dinner, then, as we tried to unwind and relax in front of the TV. Bree playfully snuggled and stroked me, which made it even more difficult to stand it all. I knew better than to try anything sexual. Being his slave meant NOT being mine for the time being.

"Do you think he's going to call?" I asked nervously. "I mean, he just came in your mouth. Do you think he'll wait until tomorrow?"

She giggled in that sexy way that she does. "Silly boy, of course he's going to call. He's young, he probably was hard again already by the time he left here. He's going to text or call, and I'm going to go to him. I have to."

"Fuck," I groaned. "I don't know how I'm going to make it two days."

She chuckled, "me either!"

I realized what a overwhelming experience it was going to be for her, too. I know how much she loves sex and how much experience she's had with her ex and others. Still, being a sex slave for someone new wasn't something that happened every day for her. I realized she was both excited and nervous at the same time. I stroked her hair.

"We'll just have to get through it together," I whispered.

"I know," she cooed. "That's why we're doing it, for both of us."

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest when Greg called. Surprisingly, he called me, not her.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?" He asked.

We chatted for a bit about nothing in particular and I started to realize he was feeling me out. He was trying to find out what I was doing. Basically he was formulating a plan and wanted to make sure I was out of the picture. Bree just chuckled wickedly while I made faces at how bold a liar he was. But, that liar now owned my girlfriend, and I was required to not get in his way. I lied right back and told him I was going to bed early, that I had a long day at work the next day. That definitely comforted him. He said goodbye and I could imagine a derisive smirk on his face as he hung up, knowing what he was about to get.

"Wow, what a sneak," I said.

"Yes, the sneak that is going to fuck your girlfriend," she said with a wink as she got up. She went to dress. I wondered what she'd wear. 

I said to myself, "I wonder what a sex slave wears when she goes to get herself used."

It was two hours later, I'd left her alone for the evening. I was too tempted every time she was near, it was threatening to give me blue balls so I did some financial things on the computer. I decided to go to bed so I went to check on her. She was sitting on the couch, the TV was off, she was staring blankly. She was lost in thought. She was wearing a summery dress. It was a print, kind of a tiger theme. It was very clingy. I had no doubt that's all she had on. Her nipples were evident. She had on strap sandals. They were very sexy. Two things, that's all she had on. That's all that separated everything she had from him.

She saw me and smiled shyly. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally, I said goodnight. I went to kiss her and she gave me a long, deep, loving kiss. "You wanted this, too, right?" She asked sheepishly.

She knew she didn't need my permission. She was just hoping I was all right with it. I was even as my mind fought a battle between lust and the fear of losing her to all this. She needed to be who she was. I loved her for it. I had to learn to deal with it. I wished her luck and she smiled. I didn't figure I'd be able to sleep much and I was right. I was fully awake when I heard her approach the bedroom. She popped her head in quietly. 

"I have to go now," she said. "I...uh...I'm not sure when I'll be back."

"I know," I said. "Be careful, if you need me, call."

"I will. Do you want to see what he texted?"

"Yes," I said in an embarrassed whisper.

"Bree...I mean slave...whore...whatever. Get your ass to Hollywell field. I'm going to fuck that pussy like you've always wanted."

"Wow," I said, resigned to my fate.

She walked out with purpose, her clingy dress revealing most of her charms.

Time. It was my constant nemesis. Time. Time spent thinking about everything. Time spent waiting for her. I thought about Hollywell field. It was the high school football field. It actually was a well known make out spot. Both Greg and I went there, though we graduated two decades apart. The thought of him nailing my girlfriend there where he'd no doubt fucked others just added to the pang in my stomach. Even though he didn't know it, it just added to my humiliation, my girl, on my old field.

I thought about her and I and where we'd come. I knew her past, I'd heard about her love of cock sucking. I knew about the "dozens and dozens" of guys who'd gotten that pleasure from her, especially her college days. I thought about her and her ex. She hated him, he treated her like shit as a person, but she said the sex was awesome. As she mentioned before, he fucked her ass regularly. She told me he was rough, that even when she told him to go slow he rarely did. She's also mentioned his love of taking photographs of her naked and engaged in sex, which he freely shared among not only his friends, but even random acquaintences. Only recently, since we'd started exploring our OWN dark fantasies did she mention that he also "may have shared her with a friend or two." I realized that she needed this. She craved it. I had two choices, help smooth the way, or get out of the way and let someone else do it. It wasn't enough that I "allowed" her the freedom to go out with other guys, I really needed to make sure she was getting it in the way that she needed it or someday, she'd leave me beind.

I realized this was who she was when I met her. I realized this was how she is now and how she'll be later. I'd accepted it in principle long ago, but now I had to learn to how to deal with it on nights like this. My cock was hard, I found myself stroking it while thinking of her summer dress, probably balled up in the grass at this point. I couldn't allow myself to cum, though. When this was over, until Friday night, I had to make myself wait. I'd get everything I needed when it was over, she'd never deny me that. Plus, the wait would increase the intensity. Regretfully, I tucked it back into my boxers.

I knew my "friendship" with Greg was over. I knew I wouldn't be able to hang around him, knowing what he will have done to her by then. Still, I couldn't just dump him immediately, he'd sense something was up. I didn't want him to figure out that I knew all about it, that would be a worse humiliation. I'd have to just phase myself out of being around him.

She stumbled in around 2am. She looked like she'd been worked over good. Her sundress wasn't sitting right on her shoulders, she was missing her sandals. Her mascara and her lipstick were smudged. She looked like a well fucked slut. She smiled dreamily. 

"Hey sleepyhead, you are awake."

"Yeah, couldn't sleep, as I'm sure you know."

She peeled her dress off, over her head. Her tits came into view. Her nipples were red, probably throbbing. There were smudges of dirt on her tits and perhaps handprints. Her knees were red as well as filthy. When she turned around I saw her ass was in the same used state. She had many marks, both from slaps as well as dirt smudges. She climbed into bed with me. She was behind me, she held me tight and kissed my neck. I turned to her and kissed her, she responded. It was loving, tender. 

"I don't suppose I can fuck you," I said, without expecting her to even answer.

"No, silly. I still have almost two days left of being his. You can lick me with that wonderful tongue, though..." she said hopefully. 

I started to descend under the covers. She had her hand on my head, following it down. "You know...it's still in there..." she warned.

I knew. I've licked her now a number of times now, "after." I'm not a cum lover, nor do I have an aversion to it. Sure, it tastes different. But, she was giving me a chance to lick that beautiful pussy, I'll never pass that up.

I brought her off multiple times. She spent the times resting between orgasms to tell me what happened. This was her story as I occasionally let her rest, alternating with bringing her off. 

{Briana} "I met him in the parking lot at the field. He said he was surprised that I showed up, that I actually was going to go through with it. He also said I was a little late. He was pretending to be annoyed. I asked him what he wanted to do about it. I playfully presented my ass to him, he got the hint.

He said, "late sluts need to be spanked." 

With that he pushed me over the hood of his car, he lifted my dress over my hips and sharply spanked my ass a half dozen times, pretty darned hard, too.

Then he smiled and said, "expect that at any time now, slut."

I just said, "yes sir."

He took me by the hand and walked me to the field. There was only a little bit of light, it's kind of a crescent moon out, but enough to see to the middle of the field.

He told me, "I've always wanted to do this, especially with you, and especially after hearing Devin tell me all about his All Star high school football days. Man, he loves bragging about that."

"Do what?" I asked.

"Fuck his girlfriend, right on the 50 yard line of his old football field. "

He started to take my hand and lead me to the middle of the field. I said, "you should make me meet you there," and I winked. 

He was starting to understand, he said, "wait here, strip. Don't come to me until I call you."

He walked to the middle of the field. I was standing in the endzone, naked, waiting. Finally, he called to me. He made me walk to him like that. I had to leave my dress behind. When I was halfway he made me put my hands behind my back and stick out my tits for him. When I got within ten yards he made me crawl the rest of the way to him. I was on my hands and knees, naked, in the middle of the field while he got behind me. I heard his pants drop and a sharp intake of breath. I felt him behind me. I felt his hands separate my legs for him. 

Then, I felt him slide his cockhead over my pussy lips. I was already glistening for him. God baby, I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. I actually was thinking of you, how this had to be for you, knowing your friend was going to fuck me good, and HERE, too. When he slid it in me I almost cried it felt so good. He was fucking me baby, right on the field. He was doggystyling your girlfriend's pussy so good. That's why I'm so dirty baby, it was still kind of wet, muddy from the rain yesterday. He plowed my pussy into that dirty field, baby. You can see what he did to my tits. He slapped them as he fucked me, he found out I liked that. He pinched my nipples hard and told me what a dirty slut I was. Finally, he filled your slut's pussy with his cum. 

He got up with a smirk. He again told me to wait. He walked to the endzone and picked up my dress. I saw him wiping himself off with it. He wiped his cummy cock on my dress baby. Then, he told me to crawl back. I had to crawl the whole way back, baby, naked, and dripping his cum. Your friend can be totally evil, baby, given some direction. He's totally taking advantage of my being his slave. When I got to him he just handed me the dress and said he'd "be in touch."

She was done with her story. She looked down at me, my face glistening from her wetness.

"You really picked a good one for us, baby. One, I think If he wasn't married, he'd have had me out all night. Two, remember that he said he can get it up 4, 5 times a day to fuck. I THINK he's exaggerating, but even so, it's probably 2 or 3. And three, you seemed to have picked one that really enjoys using me. I have a feeling I'm going to be a busy slut."

I went back to her pussy one last time and brought her off again, while she clutched the bedsheets for support. She fell asleep soon after. It took me a long time for my raging hardon to go down. There was still so much time left, at least in my current distressed situation. I could only try to hang on.

{Part 5 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 05



I was at work that next morning. It was Thursday, it hadn't even been 24 hours yet of the time that Briana would be Greg's sex slave. Briana is definitely not a morning person. She often can sleep in until almost afternoon, especially after the type of late night she just had with Greg. I got a text from her at 8:30am, which surprised me, being so early for her.

"Hey babe."

"Morning sunshine," I replied. "What's going on?"

"Nothing much now. Just had breakfast." She added an evil grin emoticon.

"Breakfast? I don't even think you know how to MAKE breakfast," I joked.

"Yes, you are right. Not that kind of breakfast. But my tummy IS full now."

My sinking feeling was being confirmed. She made me ask. "Full of what?"

"Greg's cum, silly. He texted me right after you left. Well, I texted him first, I asked him if he wanted anything. Then he told me he was coming over. He said to meet him at the door naked, that he wanted a blowjob from his slave before he went to work."

"Wow, at our place?"

"Yes, right at the door. He just stepped inside, opened his zipper and had me suck him off right there, right in front of the screen door."

Our screen door was glass, top to bottom. I knew it would be very revealing.

"He had on his business suit, I was totally naked on my knees for him. The only thing he said when he stepped inside was, "suck my cock, slut." So I did. Oh, and when I was swallowing his cum, he did say, "thanks," before he zipped up and left."

"Wow," I said again. I didn't hear from her until around lunch time.

She texted me. "Look out your window."

I did, I saw her step out of her car. She was in the parking lot. She had on a white, thin dress. I could pretty much tell, even from a distance, that that was all she had on besides her shoes.

She was texting as she walked in our other building. The company I work for has three buildings, all together, which share the same parking lot. 

"Don't text back," she wrote. "I'll be busy for a minute."

I saw her disappear into the entrance. I knew who worked there, Greg. The lunch hour passed. Bree's car was still in the lot. I was back working on something when I got a call from her. I noticed her car was gone now.

"God, baby. He's insatiable."

"What happened?" I asked as I started stroking my hardness without first being aware of it.

"He wanted to fuck your girlfriend for lunch. Most of the people in the office don't know that I'm your girlfriend so I walked in to his office. He was waiting with an evil grin. He made me strip off my dress so that I was naked right away. He patted his lap for me to sit on him like that. He fondled me and kissed me. He fingered me until I was totally slippery for him. Then he bent me over his desk and fucked me like that. I was grunting and moaning, I couldn't help it, it felt so good being fucked so good like that. He said he wished I'd worn panties so he could stuff them in my mouth to keep me quiet. That made me blush, it just showed him what an eager slut I was to please him."

"Man," I groaned. "He is taking this so far. Doesn't he worry about people talking, doesn't he worry about his wife finding out...or me?"

"Guess not," she giggled. "I've got to tell you something, when this is all over...but not until then," she said with a little chuckle.

"Ok, so he fucked you..."

"Yes, his desk faces your window, though I know you know that. Also, the windows are tinted in a way so you couldn't see in. But, I was imagining that the whole time he fucked my pussy. I imagined you being able to see how he was using me, how well he was fucking me, how much I couldn't help but enjoy it. I really wished you could see it."

"Yeah, that'd be awesome," I admitted. "It is so not up to us, though. He obviously can take you how HE wants you. That's our fantasy, we have to take it."

"Yes," she purred. "It is our fantasy. I love that, that it isn't just me who needs this, it is so much better, together."

"Ok, so now what?" I wondered.

"Well, you might like this...actually, you might love it, but, when he was fucking me, bent over like that he kept saying how beautiful my ass is. He kept saying how much he wants to fuck it. I guess he didn't then because it would be hard to clean up fast if needed. He must care at least a little about being caught. But, when we were done and he was watching me put on my dress again he was admiring my ass and he said that he was going to "hit that" before this is over. I think I nodded, then he knew I'd let him. He told me to rest up but to work something out so he can see me again tonight."

"Wow, so he's cum twice in you already today and he's already planning a third."

"I told you that when you pick a young guy like that, you have to expect that. I think he is surprised at how much I can take, as well. I guess he doesn't expect someone my age to be able to want it as often as he does."

I laughed, "but you are 34, you are right in your prime."

She giggled, "I guess he's just finding that out. Oh, and when he was fucking me, he said he really wanted to spank my ass red but that he couldn't because he didn't want to be heard. He said that when we were in private that he definitely would. He watched me for my reaction to saying that. I told him that I was his slave, if he wanted to spank me, he needed to do it. He just smiled wickedly and told me to count on it. He asked if I could take it hard."

"What did you say?"

"Well, you know I can. But also know it's easier for me to take more when I have to."

"You mean when your hands are tied? Yes, you definitely do."

"That's what I mean. He hadn't really said anything about bondage or anything. I think he really doesn't understand the full range of control he actually has. So, when he asked me how hard I told him, "I can take a lot, especially when I'm cuffed or tied. His expression changed to devilish. He is now realizing how much control of the situation he actually has."

"Damn, you are getting so much in such a short time, can you handle all of that?" I asked.

"Am I fucked out? Hardly. My ex often fucked, as he put it, "all of my holes," in a day, sometimes daily. One time he did it, fucked me all day, came in every hole. Then, drained, he sent me to one of his friends who had me all night. I can take a lot," she said proudly.

"And you want a lot, too, don't you?" I probed. "You really want this fantasy played out fully. You want to be used up."

"Well, I want him to try," she admitted with an embarrassed peep.

"I hope there's a little left at the end for me," I reminded.

"Always, baby."

I didn't hear from her the rest of the day. I figured she was resting. I hoped for god's sake that Greg was resting, surely he wasn't fucking her again, so soon. When I got home I was relieved to find out I was right. She was doing some work at home. She's an artist. She works contractually out of the home. She really is creative, and lives a charmed life, accordingly. She still had a spring in her step, which was impressive, after the last full day.

"You don't seem worse for wear," I pointed out. Actually, she looked great. Her hair was clean and shiny, her face was beaming and she smelled wonderful.

"I guess I should have breakfast and lunch more often," she giggled. "I guess our momma's were right, three square meals a day."

I didn't need to mention "dinner" to her, I knew there was another meal of that variety coming. 

"I can't believe he's been able to take advantage of you so much already. I thought he'd have a hard time getting away from his wife. That's why I chose a married guy."

"Yes, he doesn't seem to be concerned at all about that," she winked.

"What's it been? Three or four times already?" I asked without playing it all back in my head.

"Four," she grinned. "I sucked him off in your chair, right there," she pointed out cruelly. "Then, he fucked me on your football field," another point which poked at me, humiliatingly. "Then I sucked him off right there in the hallway..."

"With the door open," I reminded.

"Yes," she blushed. "I'm starting to wonder if the neighbors have taken notice of any of that, or the thing with Dave. I noticed Phil giving me a weird look when I went to get the mail, though maybe it was because I just had on my nightie, he always does enjoy ogling me, you know. Anyway, then, Greg fucked me over his desk. 4 times in less than 24 hours, I guess he wasn't lying about how many times he can fuck," she grinned wistfully.

"Have you heard from him since "lunch?" I asked, using air quotes.

"Just a text, he sent the picture of me on all fours with the caption, "that ass is begging for it." I think he intends on using it, what do you think?" She mocked.

I avoided her gaze shamefully. I'd gotten her into it, though obviously to her benefit. After our meal she went off to ready herself, even she didn't know for what. I as working on a project on computer when she came back, it must have been nearly two hours later. It was almost 9pm. She just had on a thin, oriental robe. She had made herself up, he perfume was alluring. When she hugged me her robe fell partway open and her breasts were exposed. I sighed. My cock lurched in my pants. She put her hand on my crotch and felt it growing. She giggled. I loved her sexy giggle. 

"Oh my, hang in there, big guy, your turn is "cumming," she joked.

It was another hour later when I turned off the computer. I could still hear Bree moving about in the other room. "Hmm," I thought, "maybe Greg has fucked himself out for the day."

I walked into the living room. She was looking at her phone. I watched her, I saw her typing. Then she stopped. She got an immediate response. Then, she saw me watching her. She grinned. 

She fake sighed, "guess a slave's work is never done." She said, "Greg certainly is bold. He asked if you were asleep yet, "old man that you are," she quoted. I told him not yet, but that you tend to be a deep sleeper. I know you really aren't, but I thought he should think so. Sure enough, he said to text him when you were asleep."

"Why? What is he planning?"

"He really is a dirty boy," she said, not able to hide that she was impressed with that bit of knowledge. "I think he wants to fuck me here, while you are upstairs sleeping."

"That fucker," I hissed. "He's going out of his way to humiliate me."

"Seems so," she smiled. "Even though he doesn't know how much he's humiliated you already, since you know about everything."

"How does he think he can get away with fucking you here?"

"Not sure yet, you aren't quite "asleep" yet," she pointed out. "But, I'll give it a half hour, then I'll tell him you are. Obviously, you'll want to be quiet and out of sight when it happens."

"Can I watch?" I asked eagerly.

"I don't know. I guess it depends on how it happens."

I walked away and readied for bed, even though I knew I wouldn't be sleeping much for awhile. Finally, she came upstairs.

"I told him you were asleep, I also told him that I'd slipped an Ambien into your drink a little while ago, like he'd asked."

"Mother fucker..." I hissed.

"I said he was a dirty boy," she giggled. "He wants to be able to use me without your interference. You can hardly blame him."

I resisted cursing again, seeing the excitement in her face. I noticed she was wearing her see-thru teddy, and just that. She saw me looking. 

"Yes, he wants me to wear just this, after asking what I had to wear. I want you to do the next part he wants."

She handed me our handcuffs. They were the metal kind, she said she prefers the feeling of cold steel to soft, frilly ones. She said it helps her into the mindset of a slave that way. I looked at her questioningly. She bent over and wiggled her ass for me. She lifted the teddy over her cheeks. 

She said, "give me a couple good spanks, two or three on the middle of each cheek."

I quickly obliged, shocked and excited by the surprise of it. She grinned bashfully. She offered me her wrists, behind her back. I clicked them on her, the key was in her hand.

"Thank you, baby. He wanted me like this. I know I could've put them on myself, I just wanted you to know that it was going to happen like this. Sorry, I'm not sure I can promise you being able to watch. He said he wants me to leave the back door open and go to the basement and wait for him like this, "on my knees, like a good slave."

"Oh man."

There really was no place in the basement for me to hide. It was basically just our laundry room, in one big, open space. I had another idea, though, that she hadn't considered. I let her walk down the stairs, carefully, to keep herself from tripping. I noticed she'd chosen some high heels to compliment the slut outfit. When I heard her loudly click down the wooden steps to the basement I snuck quietly down the stairs. As carefully as I could I snuck out the side door. I quickly hid behind the garage. I waited. It wasn't 5 minutes before that lucky prick showed up. He was walking, of course, he'd parked out of sight. He was wearing black pants, black shirt, if I hadn't known he was coming I might've missed him. I saw him look around, then, I watched as he ever so carefully opened the back screen door and slip inside. I heard just some slight squeaks of the old wood as he made his way downstairs. Then, I went forward with my plan.

I snuck to the back of the house. Our basement has three small rectangular windows, no more than 6 by 14 inches or so, just to provide some light. I chose the middle one, which was concealed mostly by a bush, it was also the one in which I could look over the majority of the room. I knelt down and looked in. It was an incredible scene. I saw her, on her knees, facing him. Her tits were clear through the material. Her chest was heaving, her nipples were hard and proud already. There was only one light on. It was a light bulb hanging from the unfinished ceiling (ok ok, I'm not much of a handyman, I'm still trying to get a quote to finish the job). 

However, the effect was mesmerizing. It basically illuminated her, in her submissive state. Just on the outside of the light I could see his form, circling menacingly. It was like he was a cat burglar who'd stumbled onto this captive beauty. That fantasy scenario quickly perked me. Luckily for me, the air vents on the side of the window were still open. Since it was late summer, with only relatively cool nights, I usually kept them open so the basement wouldn't be so musty. I could hear them. The downside was I'd have to be very quiet myself, any cracking of branches or coughing would be heard as well.

"So, you're sure he's asleep?"

"Yes, he's out of it. I stood in the doorway and clapped my hands over and over and he didn't even move."

"Good, I'd hate to have to kick his ass in the middle of fucking you," he said, much to my chagrin.

If I was his age, I'd mop the floor with him. I'm a former football player, wrestler. Now, I wasn't so sure. He was young, athletic, with lean muscle and I'm thicker, slower than I was. I still think if I got a hold of him he'd be in trouble, but being younger and faster there is always the possibility that he'd get in a good shot or two before I could grab him. In that case, I'd be no threat if I was knocked out on the floor. I thought of the humiliation of that, interrupting them in the middle of fucking, only to get my ass kicked right in front of her. Neither of us had to worry about that, though. I'd never betray Bree like that. She was on her own.

"I can't believe those handcuffs, they look uncomfortable...and very very inescapable," he noted.

"They are, and they ARE but a slave really shouldn't be comfortable."

"True." 

He circled her again. This time he pulled up her teddy, revealing her ass cheeks to him. He muttered, "nice...so fucking nice."

He saw the redness on her cheeks. "What's this?" He asked, miffed. "Why does your ass have some reddness already?" It was from when I spanked her, as requested.

She answered quickly. "I did that for YOU, sir. I let him spank me a couple times earlier. That way, tomorrow and after, if I have lasting marks or bruises I can just say it came from him."

"Oooh, nice. Do you cheat on him like this all the time?" He asked in a way that I don't think he really expected an answer.

"No, I don't cheat on him at all."

It was truthful, cheating require deceit, and I always knew about it and encouraged it.

"So this is something different?" He asked, amused.

"Yes, this is something completely different," she said with a shy grin.

She looked uncomfortable on her knees. The floor was concrete (I haven't gotten around to carpeting yet!). She was shifting back and forth on her knees. No doubt the handcuffs and her hands behind her back couldn't have been comfortable either. I'm sure her increased arousal helped her edginess as well.

He smacked her a few times on one cheek, hard. I think it was just to gauge her reaction. I heard her gasp, but just a little. No doubt she wanted to stay quiet for him in the guise of not alerting me, "upstairs."

"Hmm, was that too loud?" He asked her.

"No," she whimpered slightly. "You can't really hear shit upstairs. I call for him all the time when I'm down here doing laundry and he can't hear me."

I knew that wasn't true, the sound echoes from the basement, but she was just playing the part. That placated him. He smacked her other cheek a few more times, harder. He liked the look, feel and sound of it. He smiled. 

"I do like spanking my sex slave," he quipped. "I love the way it looks now. I like it when it gets really red."

"Then make it red, sir," she begged.

He obliged, he gave it to her good in a short flurry of loud, echoing slaps.

"Yes, much better," he grinned. 

She was whimpering at the sudden ferocity. "Take a picture of it, sir," she said. 

"Really?"

"I'm your slave, if you want pictures of me you get them."

He took a few of her now reddening ass.

"I hope you are right that you can convince him he did it," he grinned.

"Yes," she moaned. I knew she was wanting it. "If it's too bruised I can just tell him I'm still bleeding a bit from my period. That can get me a day or two. I've been holding him off, no reason I can't him a couple more days."

He loved that idea. "So, you haven't been fucking him at all, but I have cum in you four times already?"

"Yes, he's begging for it, but only you are getting it, sir."

He dug "secretly" humiliating me. It made him hornier. "Stand up!" He ordered. She struggled to her feet. She still had on her sexy heels. He moved in and began fondling her tits through the teddy while his mouth attacked hers with deep kisses. She could only take it, because of the cuffs. He freely pulled and tugged her nipples as she groaned and teetered back and forth on her heels. He soon tired of the material in his way. He tried to lift the teddy off of her but because her hands were cuffed she couldn't get it completely off. Instead, he just pulled it over her head and left it behind her head, still around her arms, in effect, pinning her arms behind her even more. 

"Man these tits are great," he said with appreciation. He smacked one tit hard with his palm and watched the tits bounce.

I heard her let out a groan...it was guttural, sexual. She was in her zone. He joked, "you should've let him work your tits over some too, now I have to leave it at that." He stepped back to take a few pictures of her beautiful, exposed tits. He also got a few of the whole scene, her illuminated by just the hanging light, cuffed and exposed.

I recognized the disappointment on her face when he stopped, even if he probably didn't. He definitely could've worked them over more but didn't realize her need for it. He looked around. There was a barstool against the wall, he pulled it under the light. It was perfect for what he wanted. He bent her over, carefully, he had to guide her because of her hands. The stool was just above waist high for her, it had a soft pillow pad on it. When she was bent over her ass was open for him. She had to rest on her stomach since she couldn't take any weight away with her hands. To add to her discomfort, she wasn't quite tall enough to bend over it without standing on her tip toes in the heels to bend completely. He just chuckled. He liked it. He liked seeing her wriggle on the stool, trying to get comfortable. This wasn't going to be about comfort, though.




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 05



He walked around to the front and dropped his pants to his ankles. He stepped forward and offered it to her mouth. He "helped" her by raising her head up by her hair. He guided it into her mouth, she accepted it greedily. I heard the slurping sounds of her working him good with suction and lots of tongue.

"Yeah, that's it, get it wet, baby. Get it wet enough or else..." he warned.

She was having to provide her own lube. She worked even harder, I could see some drool actually fall to the floor. He pulled out, he looked directly at my window. I saw the lustful glaze in his eyes. He walked behind her.

He stood behind her, poised, his cock in hand. "He won't know I've fucked your ass, after?"

"Fuck no," she panted as she comically tried to back into the tip of his cock to no avail, she was stuck at his mercy and pace. "He rarely ever gets my ass."

He laughed again, "so he doesn't get this ass but I'm getting it, basically within a day of us first having sex?" He grinned. If he ever wanted humiliation information on me, he felt he certainly had it.

"Yes, I'm your slave. I can't tell you what to take, or how to take it. I' m not HIS slave," she said dramatically. I wondered if she knew I might be listening.

"I'm going to fuck your tight ass. Are you ready for that?" He asked, his dick was sliding over her pussy lips, no doubt adding to the lubrication.

"Yesss," she purred. "Do it, fuck your whore."

She was really into it now. She was leading him, helping him debase her.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "You say you don't do it often, are you sure you can take it?"

"I can take it," she said, almost begging. "All of it. Fuck it. It's just a hole for you to use, it'll fit," she said, almost tearful.

"It's pretty fucking awesome," he said. "It might get a little out of control..."

"Do it. Do it how you want it. I'm just a slave for you. You want my ass, you fucking take it. It's my job to take it how you want it, I don't get to decide."

"Fuck," he groaned. The thought of all that was no doubt making his cock want to burst. "Ok then, whore, try to shut the hell up when I'm fucking you, I don't want your old man coming down here with my cock buried up to the balls in your ass. Like I said, I don't want to have to knock him out, then have to get it up again and finish in you."

I swear her mouth dropped at that. He moved close. I couldn't see it exactly, but I saw her head lift suddenly and she let out a moan. He was inside her. He slid in and back out gently at first. She was panting, probably some of it because she was on her stomach, over the stool. Her tits fell naturally and I watched them sway with each thrust of his. I was mesmerized by that. Her tits, swaying, his hips slapping into her cheeks. She was gasping. He started to develop a rhythm. Each time he slid in, he slid in deep. It seemed as it went on it probed even deeper, her moans increasing as well. He lifted her head back roughly with his hand. He was riding her ass and holding her hair. He was fucking her like he was riding a horse. This is one of those times when only a guy who likes sharing his significant other would understand me when I can honestly say that yes, at that moment I preferred being the one watching rather than the one fucking my girlfriend's ass.

She could do nothing but take it and moan. I could see her cuffed hands reaching back and feeling his stomach each time he bottomed out in her. I recognized that move. She likes to feel my stomach in the same situation, often digging her nails in as she gets excited. She was here, too. I could tell she was doing it. It just spurred him on. I couldn't believe how deeply and roughly he was fucking her ass now. Suddenly, he pulled out, she cried out in surprise and frustration.

"Fuck," he moaned. He held his cock in his hand, it was still rock hard and an angry shade of red.

"Ohhh," she groaned in lustful anguish. 

"Sorry," he said. "Don't want to come too quick, I want to enjoy this for a long time."

"Oooh," she squealed. The thought excited her. "Come here," she said urgently. Come around."

He looked at her strangely, but he walked around to her face. She stuck out her tongue. "Give it to me."

"What? You want to suck it...now?"

"Yes, make me suck it, make me clean you," she begged.

"Fuck yeah," he said. "I love that."

I'm sure he meant he loved seeing that, in pornos or something. I'm guessing no woman had ever done that for him. She hadn't done it for me, either. Though, I'd never considered it. He guided it into her mouth. She lapped him up and slathered her tongue all over him. Finally, he pulled out. 

"I didn't come here to cum in your mouth again," he laughed. He walked around and stuck it back in her ass.

"Ohhh," she groaned as it filled her again. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck you are so big in there."

"What, can't take it now?" He teased.

"I can take it," she urged. "Give it to me, give it all to me, shoot your cum in my ass like you want to."

"I do," he panted as he picked up the pace. "I've always wanted to fuck that ass. Can't believe I'm doing it, I can't believe this is real."

"It is," she said with a pained grimace, he was giving it to her hard. "It's all real, me sucking you off in his favorite chair... you fucking me on the football field and making me crawl... you filling my slut mouth in the hallway this morning...you bending me over your desk and cumming in your slave's pussy...and now this...it's all real."

"Fuck..." he groaned. He was "riding the horse" again, this time he was adding slaps to her ass cheeks with his free hand. Her moans were now closer to sobs as he ground into her. Finally, he busted the filly, she was slumped over the chair, crying for it. He gave it to her. In one last thrust he started cumming deep inside her. He held it all the way in her, the cum shot deeper than she'd ever allowed before. Finally, he staggered back. His face was one of relief and wonderment. She was slumped over the stool, sobbing softly, it appeared.

He came around to her face and lifted it so he could see. Tears were streaming down her face, she was sniffling. "Wow, that was incredible. are you ok?" he asked.

She managed a smile. "You don't need to ask your slut how it was, you just make her take it." 

He was pleased by that, I think it emboldened him. He offered her his cock again. She didn't resist. She cleaned him again before he pulled it out of her mouth and began to put it away. He dressed, leaving her bent over, tears flowing, and cum dripping down her inner thighs.

"Thank you, sir," she moaned. 

"That looks so fucking good," he said, as he saw the result of what he'd done to her ass, the cheeks, and how his cum had filled her.

"Take a picture of it, it's yours," she said with a hint of shame.

He didn't need to be asked twice, he clicked a couple of her ass, from the side, and of her face, which was now a mess, too. 

"Did you like that? Did you like what I did to you?" He asked as he captured the scene digitally.

""I fucking love everything you've done to me."

"Wow, that sounds so fucking hot," he said. 

"I did, I fucking loved it."

She was still totally lost in a lustful haze. I'm sure if he knew her he'd be able to get her off so good with very little effort. He was done with his effort, though. He picked up the key from the washer, where she'd left it. He let her out of her cuffs. She immediately dropped to the floor in a heap. He didn't know what to do. If he was dating her he'd at least probably have committed himself to cuddle her or something but he knew where he was, in a friend's house, after filling that friend's girlfriend's ass with his cum. He wasn't thinking of lingering.

"So, I'll text you?" He said hesitatingly.

"Yes," she whispered. "Until 6 pm tomorrow, I'll answer you and respond to your desires."

"Cool," he said. "Um, are you going to be ok?"

"Yes, go...unless you want something else..." she said, which almost seemed hopeful.

He didn't answer, he quickly bound up the steps and disappeared. I went down to rescue her. I carried her upstairs and deposited her into bed. 

"I knew you'd be watching," she said softly. "I knew you couldn't resist seeing me taken like that. I'm glad you did, I can see it turned you on as well," she said, seeing the aroused state of my erection.

"I can't believe you sucked him, you know, after he'd been in you. I've never seen you do that."

"I know. I haven't with you. My ex made me do it all the time when he fucked my ass. I guess I just feel like I am supposed to, when I'm someone's fuck toy."

"Wow, your ex was a total douche," I said.

"He was, and is. But, sexually, we were very compatible."

"I see." I was learning more about her every day.

She allowed me to lick her to multiple ear splitting, brain exploding orgasms before she kissed me goodnight. She said softly, dreamily, "don't worry, you can have whatever you want after tomorrow," before falling asleep on my arm.

Just one more day of this to go, though I wondered what Greg had left.

{Part 6 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 06



Friday morning. It was the last day of Briana's sexual slavery to my now ex-friend Greg. She was his until 6pm. He still had no idea that I knew everything, which at least meant Briana could always spend the nights with me, since he didn't want me to "find out."

I couldn't imagine what he had left for the two of them. He'd had her mouth and pussy more than once. Then, last night he had her incredible ass. He sure had fit a lot in in the very short time she'd offered herself to him for. For her part, Bree seemed lost in the fantasy. She seemed to be in a continual dream-like, lustful state. The fantasy had become real. I naturally worried what it all meant, after 6pm. Would this all end neatly, like a contract? 

The way Greg had used her so far and the way he seemed to get extra delight in my humiliation made me wonder. Even though he didn't know I knew what they were doing, the things he did seemed made to embarrass me, if they ever came out, of course. They were things like her sucking him off in MY chair, fucking her at our workplace, fucking on my old football field, and fucking her ass in our own basement. I think he was doing them to stroke his own ego, in an alpha male, competitive kind of way.

I slipped out of bed to get ready for work. Work had become a distraction, perhaps needed, for all the hours I had to spend obsessing and fretting over the things that were happening. At least I could lose myself for a few hours in actual work. However, I knew that every time I was at work, it gave that snake the opportunity to take Bree as he wished. I also knew that I was as responsible for that happening as Bree was. She yawned when she saw me come back from my shower.

"Mornin' baby," she said, still a bit fuzzy.

"Hey," I said. "Wow, some night, huh?" I could feel my cock twitch at the memories. My cock twitched a lot lately, I was hard so often at random times that I felt like a teenager again. I'd been denied since the beginning of this, in addition to going back through her period. She wasn't really doing the denying. I guess I could've masturbated, but, I wanted to be so ready for her, when this was all over, when it was MY turn.

"Yes, for both of us," she smiled sheepishly, she could see my cock growing.

I didn't really plan on getting into a big discussion about the "what now's" or the "what if's?" but I found myself asking anyway.

"So...6pm, it's over then, right?"

"Uh huh," she said sleepily. She didn't seem all that concerned but she sensed I was.

"Why?"

"I just wondered...you know...since he has done all this, whether or not he will stop bothering you, after."

"It isn't up to him, silly. It's up to us."

"True, but look at everything he has done to you. Look at how much you've enjoyed it...you have enjoyed it, haven't you?"

"It has been awesome. You know it has. It has been for you too, you've been worked up something crazy about all this." She saw my concerned expression. She continued, "it's a fantasy. We share our fantasies, this is one of those incredible experiences we wanted to try. You know me, you know my past, I fantasize about this type of play all the time. And you, you have only added to it, you played your own part. I can see this gets to you almost as much as it does to me."

"I guess," I said. "I just know that if I had you like he had you, I'd be doing everything in my power to keep it going."

"I'm sure he will," she grinned. "But, even though he talks big and boasts, I still think he's afraid of you. I don't really think he wants to open that can of worms."

"I hope not. But even so, let's say at 6 O'Clock he knows it's over. What about you? I see how you are excited. I see how you crave this stuff. Can YOU just let it go?"

She smiled, "just because it might be over for him, doesn't mean it has to be over for us, or anyone else. There's a whole world out there. I've already thought about some more of our fantasies, actually a couple of them are yours. Those are things I'd like us to try, together."

"What things?" I asked, hopefully. She didn't bite. She just grinned.

"You'd better get going, handsome," she cooed. "I think young Greg has something for me to do, again."

"What?"

"I'm not sure, he texted me when you were in the shower. I'm thinking he wants my mouth again. He told me to text him when you were gone."

"That fucker," I said, exasperated by his recovery ability.

I went to work, still trying to ease my ever-present hardon down. I'd just gotten out of a meeting when I checked my texts. She had texted me.

"Hey baby. I um...had breakfast again."

Since I didn't answer her because of the meeting, she kept up the conversation herself. The texts came one after the other.

"...So...I was told to be topless and to wear the sexiest pair of panties I owned and to use one of your ties to tie over my eyes and to kneel at the door again and wait with my hands behind my back. He told me to stay like that the whole time, unless otherwise instructed. I liked his boldness, and his decision to include some bondage elements. He knows I like them now."

"...So I waited, on my knees, my tits out, blindfolded. I left the door open. I know we both know the screen door is all glass. I wonder if the neighbors have been watching your girlfriend being so slutty for someone else."

"...I heard some footsteps, the door opened. I heard his pants being unzipped, they fell to the floor. I felt his hands on my head, guiding me to his cock. I took it willingly, like a good slave. He was so hard, his cockhead was especially puffy. He just let me use my mouth. My hands were interlaced behind me. I could hear him groan softly, I knew I was making him feel good."

"...A couple times he stopped just to knead and play with my tits and nipples. That just makes me so wet, as you know. I could hear cars go by as I sucked him. I wondered if any of the people in them bothered to look over and see your slut sucking cock right in the doorway."

"...Finally, I could feel his orgasm start to build. He had my head in his hands but he was gentle, he didn't force my head onto his cock, it was more like he was holding on just to not slide out. He pumped me full of his cum, baby. It was such a big load, I thought it was incredible, considering he'd cum so much in me already lately ."

"...He felt me up some more and got to watch me lick my lips clean and swallow his huge load. Then, I felt his fingers slide under the tie. He lifted it over my eyes."

"...Oh my god, baby. It was someone I didn't know! Before I screamed he smiled and put his finger over his lips for me to be quiet. Turns out it was one of Greg's cousins!"

That's where the text string stopped. I called her immediately.

She answered with a leisurely, "Hello?"

I made her tell me the story again, from the beginning. Turns out Greg's cousin had been in town, it was his last day and Greg had been bragging about this slut who he could make do, "anything." To prove his point he concocted the whole scenario.

"Wasn't that wild?" She cooed over the phone.

"Doesn't he care at all about how it might get out? Doesn't he worry about his wife finding out, or me?"

She said, "oh, I guess I should tell you. Turns out you picked a single guy, instead of a married one, like you wanted. Greg and Sandy have been separated for a couple months now. He had lied to both of us! You know, you really should know your own friends better," she giggled. "As for you, I think he is willing to push that envelope, I guess."

"So Greg didn't get you but his cousin did?"

"Yesss," she said, obviously excited by that thought. "He was just a young thing, too. Probably 20, if that. He was just a corn fed farm boy, from his looks. He was totally flustered, after. He stammered a quick goodbye and hightailed it out of there right away. You know I love sucking cock baby, probably more than anything. A big part of this fantasy is to have to do that, a lot. You know my past, you know I've told you I've done it a lot, I mean a LOT."

"Yes, I know, baby. I guess you haven't really been all that specific about it, but yes, you've told me."

"Well, my ex made me do it a lot to him, of course. I mean MADE me, even if I acted like I didn't want to I'd end up on my knees sucking his big fucking cock until he filled me up. "

"Wow, he is a jerk."

"He is, but he knew that after every single time he made me do it, I'd be a wet, horny mess. Did I ever tell you about the fraternity?"

"Um, no, I'd certainly remember that."

"Well, I know you are at work, so I'll keep it short. But, I was playing truth or dare at a frat party, when I was a freshman. We were all getting drunk and horny, and my "truth" about my experiences was getting the guys excited. There were three of them. Eventually, I got pulled into a more private area and the "truths" and "dares" became more and more sexual. Finally, I asked one of them who had the biggest cock as his "truth" and it was "Big Ernie," well, at least that's what I called him after that. Soon after he "dared" me to suck him so I did, right in front of the others."

"Fuck, baby. So hot."

"It was, the other guys watching me suck his cock. He was inexperienced though and blew his load right away. I got up to leave and the other guys gave me the saddest puppy dog looks. I made them find a more private spot and I ended up blowing both of them, too."

"Wow, all together?"

"No, they were embarrassed. I sat on a bed in someone's room and they came in one at a time, but it was three loads, total."

"Wow. That is wild."

She chuckled, "well, I can tell you the whole story at some point, but, to finish, I ended up staying the night, the frat guy that brought me ended up fucking me. In the morning I couldn't find my clothes. I walked in to the kitchen, naked, and few of them were at the table eating breakfast. I ended up "having" to suck three more cocks under the table, as they ate breakfast, to earn my clothes back. I got invited to every one of their parties after that," she giggled.

"Oh my god," I groaned, my cock wanted to explode. I didn't know how I'd make it to tonight. "And you liked it? You liked sucking that many cocks?"

"I loved it, I didn't like it. You know that about me. I've never had that many since, but yes, I loved every fucking moment of that. That doesn't mean I wasn't embarrassed as fuck when Greg's cousin took that tie off my eyes to find out I'd sucked off a complete stranger. But...I'm so fucking wet right now, baby..."

"Greg hasn't given you any more texts or orders?"

"Not yet, but he's running out of time..." she said wistfully.

I went back inside to try and bury myself in work. I couldn't make it until my normal 5 or 6, I left before 4pm. Bree was sitting on the couch, obviously distracted. She was still wearing the panties she was wearing in the morning "session" and she'd only just thrown on a very tight, nipple revealing T-shirt. I was in a state of constant, frustrating arousal, I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her. Actually, I think we both would've enjoyed it, but because of our involvement in this fantasy, neither of us would dare. Greg hadn't texted. Her sexual edginess actually made me want him to, for her sake.

Finally, the text came, it was 5:35pm, we both were anxious to read it. She read it and smiled wickedly. She just said, "I'll be back." She was reading his text as she walked off. She disappeared into the bedroom. She came out wearing one of my white dress shirts. It was unbuttoned down to the last two buttons. Her glorious cleavage wonderfully revealed. She still had on her sexy black panties which rode up her ass, exposing a lot of cheek. Since she's not that tall the shirt fell to just below her ass. She had on her sexy strap sandals. She gave me a devlish smile and walked out of the house that way. I watched her walk down the driveway. I saw her turn at the sidewalk and walk towards the corner. As she walked I could see the shirt occasionally ride up exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. Anyone else would be able to see it as well. She disappeared past a row of bushes. She had taken her phone. I had no idea what she was doing but I knew I was supposed to wait, in self imposed agony.

A half hour later I saw her walk past those same bushes on her way back down the sidewalk. She was walking slowly, purposely so. She was holding the bottom of the shirt in her hand. As she turned into the driveway she let her hand fall away, the shirt fell open, the bottom buttons weren't fastened. I saw her tits with the help of the wind. She didn't close it. Just as she turned to step onto the porch I saw her shed the shirt from her shoulders. She was bare, including her ass and pussy, the panties were gone. She was smiling. She walked in. There was a familiar glistening on her face. She fell into my arms.

"I sucked his cock, baby," she whispered. "He wanted your slut's mouth one more time. This time, though, he knew you were home. He wanted to humiliate me by making me do it with you so close. He told me to just make up a lie about going to borrow something from the neighbor. When I asked about how I was going to do that, dressed as I was, he just texted, "you'll figure it out, slut."

"So I walked to him, he was parked just down the street. You saw how I was dressed, baby. Your shirt, my panties, that's all. I know the neighbors had to see me get in his car. He nearly devoured me. You can see your shirt is basically ripped now. My panties are hanging on his rear view mirror too, baby. He made me wipe my wetness off with them first so he can have a reminder of my scent. Then, he made me suck him off, the shirt was back over my shoulders, my tits were out and my panties were gone. You know it's still broad daylight and I sucked him off right down the street. His cum is still on me, I left it there so you could see it. See how slutty he made me be, baby?"

"Wow," I said, admiring her sexiness. I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I swear my cock was buried into her wet pussy before my pants even fully hit the ground. I pounded that pussy like never before. I pounded it for all those days I missed it. I pounded it for her being so slutty. I pounded her due to the humiliation of it all, but mostly I pounded her because we both wanted it. We both needed it. Finally, I spurted the biggest load I've had since my early 20's. She groaned and scratched and clawed at my ass, pulling me all the way in as I emptied into her. 

I'd barely started licking her pussy with my tongue when she had several gut wrenching orgasms. She was as hot as she'd ever been. We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, kissing and caressing each other. I got her off again with my fingers, she couldn't seem to stop cumming.

I knew a discussion was coming but I left that for the morning. We told me she loved me and soon fell asleep on my chest. I wondered why she was able to sleep so easily while I was having more and more trouble falling asleep. I hoped the feeling of foreboding was just temporary.

{Part 7 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 07



In the morning I awoke early as usual and did some things on computer and even got breakfast ready before Bree joined me in the kitchen. She had a look of relaxation and peace on her face. I know that when she's had it really good she tends to find her inner peace that way. It's a look like there isn't a thing in the world that can bother her.

"So, I hope this breakfast is to your liking, I know it's not like the breakfasts you've been having lately," I joked, referring to her morning blowjobs of the last two days.

"No, but this is good, too. I'm so hungry from all that ...exercise," she teased.

"Yes, you've definitely had a workout, for sure. You are sure you won't be hearing from him again?"

"Not really," she shrugged. "When I sucked him off in the car that last time he really pressed me to promise him I'd keep seeing him."

"I figured he would."

"Yes, me too. But I told him it was a fantasy of mine, the last two days, but I really didn't want to risk losing you."

"Aw, that's nice," I kidded, sarcastically.

"But you were right, he didn't want to take no for an answer, he said, "my cum is in your mouth, your totally wet panties are hanging from my mirror, can you honestly say you haven't enjoyed all this?"

I waited for her answer. She said that she told him, "Greg, of course I enjoyed it. I loved the fantasy, the dirtyness of all of it, that was the point. I'm just saying it needs to be very short term."

"What did he say to that?"

"He told me he didn't believe me. He said he really thinks I want to continue, but that I feel guilty. He said he thinks I'll reconsider."

"Will you?"

"It was one of the fantasies we talked about most lately. We both wanted to see it happen, and it did."

"That didn't really answer my question. I guess I'm asking that since it is such a big hot button thing for you, can you honestly say that you don't always want that? Or, at least more often?"

"I do want it. I want it more often, yes. It just doesn't have to be with him, you see? It can be anyone."

"Including me?"

She gave me a serious look, almost apologetic, and she said, "for that particular fantasy, no. " She saw my crestfallen look. "Let me say it this way. I love you. I love sex with you. I love when you take me rough, or tender and you have the best sexual mind I've ever met...not to mention a wonderful cock. But, that fantasy, the one of me being used by someone like Greg did...I think that naturally needs to be done by someone else. I know you, I trust you, when we play rough I always know I'm safe and loved. In that fantasy, part of what drives the lust in me for it, is that I'm being used for their pleasure, they do what they want. Part of the excitement is the uncertainty of it, not knowing how they'll use me. For sure, there's an element of danger, but I'm not looking to get killed or anything. I think I'm a good judge of people, plus, I always have you, knowing, as a safety net."

I actually understood what she meant. It's like me, I write erotic stories. It's far more exciting to read someone else's story, since I don't know the twists and turns it'll take, rather than read one I've already done, since I know where the story goes. She liked the uncertainty of the use. 

"So then you DO want to continue it with Greg, based on that," I said.

"Not necessarily," she shrugged. "Honestly, I loved it, all of it. But, think about it, most of it WE set up. And, a lot of the things he ended up doing I basically had to tell him or at least lead him to. I don't want to have the control, I want the other person to have it. I want the other person's creativity, not just mine. I think it would be even more intense if it was someone that was able to do it naturally."

It actually comforted me that Greg wasn't a "natural," as she explained it.

"So, you are done with Greg then."

"Like I said, not necessarily. Occasionally he surprises me. I think inadvertently he hit upon another one of our fantasies...after I sucked him off and started to leave he mentioned he might just have to blackmail me to get me to continue our games..." she watched for my reaction.

Blackmail. It was a word that almost instantly got us aroused. We both love stories about it. It certainly was one of our favorites.

"Blackmail? How so? Did he say how he would do it?"

"Well, obviously he could just come out and tell you. But, I told him that he only had something to lose by doing it. I said if he ever tells you anything, that he could forget doing anything with me. I said, "I doubt it would break me and Devin up, but even if it did, I'll never let you touch me again. He backed off. However, you needed to know, just in case he ever weasels out and confronts you about it."

"Well, we could always deny it," I said.

"Um...probably not. Remember, he has pictures of your slut, in action."

"Oh, true. Then it really would be blackmail."

"Well, again. It's like a kid's version of it, yes. He could threaten to show the pictures to you, maybe try to call my bluff, but it's not really blackmail. You and I know it wouldn't affect our relationship at all. You already know. True blackmail would be if he really had something on me that I didn't want you to know. And, as far as I know, there's nothing I haven't told you," she laughed. "But, it will be interesting to see...you know...if he does try it. We'll have to decide what to do."

"So...if I'm understanding this right you really want this to continue, just maybe not with Greg. So how do we get to that? Do we just wait and hope someone comes along that fits your description?"

"I'm not sure, exactly," she said thoughtfully. "I've never done this before. Well, I had it with my ex, the sexual use part anyway. But I've never had that kind of relationship and have a boyfriend like you at the same time."

"Are you saying I'm in the way of you getting that?"

"No!" She protested. "I've just never had to deal with that, and the relationship with you. We just need to figure out how we want to continue, together."

"What would be ideal, for you, anyway, if the Greg thing isn't? I wondered.

"Well, I didn't exactly say that we shouldn't continue ANYTHING at all with him. I just said I'm sure there are other men out there who are more natural at it. I'm sure there are men who will use me in wicked and wonderful ways without me having to provide the direction. But, since we don't have that right now, maybe keeping him around for certain things might not be a bad idea. To answer your question though, I think ideally I'd like to find someone who will feel free to use me, without the emotional attachment. I don't need a lover. I already have you. I want a sexual user. I actually WANT someone who only wants me for wild sex."

"You'd think that wouldn't be difficult to find," I chuckled.

"But is IS," she whined. "Most guys talk a good game but in the end they get all girly and want to fall in love. I actually think Greg is like that. I think he actually cares about my feelings and would eventually "fall" for me and try to take me away from you."

"Probably, you really are great. I do see a problem ahead, though," I warned. "If you actually find that particular man, then what?"

"Why is that a problem?" She grinned.

"Because, if you truly find a guy who wants to use you sexually but doesn't care at all about you then he most certainly wouldn't care about me either. What's to say he won't call on you at all hours, keep you as long as he wants, etc."

"I still don't see the problem," she said with a sexy smile.

"The problem is ME," I huffed. "What if he wants to keep you overnight...or worse...what if he wants to take you on a vacation with him or something or...do something which comes to the attention of our friends."

"Ah, I see," she said softly. "You don't think you can stand that?"

"Well no, well...maybe...I don't know. It's just something we need to talk about, I guess," I said, flustered.

"Then let's talk. See...I guess I'm saying I really need that. What I'm talking about is more than a 48 hour thing. I want it more long term than that. Greg had barely gotten started. If he hadn't been so young and able to get it up repeatedly he'd barely have had time to use me. Someone needs to know that they can have me however they want, with time to recover, with time to plan creative, dirty things."

"So you are ok with that? You are ok with him taking you away for extended periods, doing, whatever...what if he is into pain? What if he hurts you? What if he wants to share you with others?"

"Limits. I have limits, as you know. He wouldn't be the guy for me if he didn't respect that. I will definitely make sure he knows that. As far as what he wants me to do for him...I don't want to say he can't share me," she said with an embarrassed peep. 

It was obvious it was one of the things she wanted from the experience.

"Wow," I said. I was starting to feel fear, and dread. I knew what she was like, as I've said before, but now I wondered what all this could potentially lead to. Would we end up apart because of it?

"We both have needs," she explained. "You know mine probably more than I know yours. You know I need this. I guess I always have. I think my ex realized it even when I didn't. He just wasn't the kind of man I want to be with, long term. You are. You are kind, smart, creative, funny, sexy, AND you love me for who I am. This is who I am. If you were possessive and jealous at all, I don't think we'd still be together. I hope you aren't saying I have to choose."

"I'm not telling you to choose. Hell, I don't even know what I saying. I love what you've done so far. I love who you are. And, you know how hot all this has gotten me. I guess I just am saying this could get out of control and crazy and...I just don't want to lose you."

"Then let's stay together on this, we've been good together. As long as we are, we'll be ok."

We let it go for almost two weeks. We had sex often, mostly getting off to her thoughts and feelings of the things she did with Greg. I needed some time off but she seemed to get even more energized by recalling the recent memories. Finally, after a break of several days she came to me.

"Babe, I've got it bad," she purred. "I really want to do something bad."

The thoughts of the previous discussion surfaced immediately. "Did you find "that" guy?" I asked.

"No," she giggled. "Look, just because I have that particular need doesn't mean I don't want to do anything else. We DO need to hurry that along and find someone, but in the meantime can't we find some other fantasy to work on while I wait? I really want to get fucked, and good."

"By someone else, right?"

"Yessss," she cooed. "But shared together, so we both enjoy it."

We'd discussed pretty much everything. I think we knew the other's fantasies as well as our own at this point. I realized there was one that she'd mentioned frequently, earlier in our relationship, that we hadn't approached. I brought it up.

"You've always talked about having a black guy," I said. She knows I'm liberal. In the past she constantly teased me about fucking a black guy, just to "prove" how open minded I was. I found it odd that in all her past experiences, she'd never done it. Now honestly, I'm not a "BBC" guy, it isn't really a particular fantasy of my own, but just the fact that she hadn't done it made it more interesting to me. And, finding out recently that perhaps she has thought about it more than she let on made me think of making it happen.

"Oooh," she gasped. "Do you have someone in mind?"

I actually had a far darker, deeper fantasy of that in mind which was triggered by too many nights spent on internet porn. She loved humiliation, or public shame in some ways. This would certainly qualify. 

"Not someone, in particular," I responded. "But some THING. That is, something I really want to see you do."

"Oooh," she repeated excitedly. "I like the sound of that. What is it?"

It was Friday night. No doubt that's why she approached me. She just always seemed to be hotter on the weekends, probably just because she knew it was usually our time for such games. 

"I want you to pick out a nice skirt, short, obviously. I'm thinking of the plaid one."

She had a red, plaid skirt, suggestive of a schoolgirl, but not overly so. It was short, not quite a mini, but in bending or twisting one can often see just a hint of ass cheek. I told her to shower, get ready to go out, put on the skirt, some sexy matching shoes and that I'd be back in an hour.

She was quite intrigued and excited. She flitted off to get ready. I headed for the mall. It was an idea, borne of the internet. The funny thing was, it was mostly inspired by white wife/black cock websites, I'd actually stumbled upon them in Bree's own page "favorites." She'd saved more than a dozen pictures related to what I was heading out to get for her. I got to the mall and headed for the shop which provided tattoos, custom print jobs, airbrushing, that sort of thing. I was hoping it would be empty, luckily for me, it was. There was just a skinny, shaved head, tattooed, wife beater wearing 18 year old worker behind the counter.

I engaged in some quick, meaningless banter before I had the guts to lay it out to him. "I need a T-shirt made, custom lettering, airbrushed."

"That's cool, how many?"

"Just one..." I said, before reconsidering. "How much are they?"

"20 bucks per shirt, 3 for $50." 

I actually hadn't decided on which slogan I wanted. I decided to get the three, then make her choose, which I knew would be wonderfully humiliating in itself.

The dude nearly flipped when I told him what I wanted. He looked at me like I was nuts. I'm sure I am, especially when things like this are considered. I had to walk around the mall nervously while he made them. An hour later I had the shirts in a bag and I was headed home.

Bree was still getting made up. I saw that she was getting all slutted up. Wonderfully sexy makeup, provocative lipstick, just how we both like it. When she came into the living room, she was wearing her skirt and some matching red heels. She was topless. She saw me grin.

"You didn't say what top to wear, silly."

"I know, I did that on purpose. You are actually going to wear something special tonight."

"What?" She squeaked with an embarrassed giddyness. "What do you want me to do tonight?" She asked submissively.

"Well, as you know. We've talked about this before. I want you to go out to Barklay's." It was a bar that had mostly black patrons. "I want you to find a black guy that excites you and I want you to give him your best. Think of it as a punishment for you denying an entire race for so long, or, as a reward for him, for being the one to finally break that streak."

She grinned, "Oh, I like that. But, you still didn't tell me what top to wear."

"I'm getting to that. You know all those websites you like?"

"Not really, I like so many," she giggled.

"True," I laughed. "No, I mean the ones specifically related to the black/white thing."

"Oh, yeah, but there are so many of those too," she grinned lewdly.

"Right, but I've seen your favorites, I've seen the pictures. There is a repeating theme in them. As such, I've picked three shirts for you to choose from. Each one is taken from one of your favorites. I showed her the first one.

On the front it had a large airbrushed picture of the Queen of Spades, from a deck of cards. It was obvious to her what that represented, SHE was the queen of spades, at least for tonight, since it was her duty to get some black cock. Her mouth fell completely open. It truly stunned her. I liked being able to do that to her, someone so experienced.

The second shirt said, "I heart (love) black cock."

That one made her shift nervously on her feet. The third one said, "Black cock slut."

Her eyes were ablaze with equal parts dread and anticipation. 

"Choose one, and you'll wear that, along with that skirt out to the bar. You can wear the vest that matches that skirt."

The vest was red. It was small and meant to be sexy, it was made to allow her to show a lot of cleavage. In this case though, she'd have a T-shirt on underneath but enough of the wording would be revealed to make one wonder what the whole thing said. 

She took the three shirts into the bedroom. Finally, she came out. One of the shirts more than peeked out from behind the vest. Her face was a beautiful shade of scarlet when she presented herself to me.

"So, you wear it all night, well, at least until it gets taken off of you, and the rule is that if anyone asks what it says you need to open the vest and let them read it."

"Oh fuck," she panted. She was horny, she wasn't fooling anyone. "I could get into SO much trouble in this," she said with a sexy grimace.

"And I'm sure you'd love that, too, wouldn't you?"

She just grinned coolly. I sent her off like that. "Text me when you can!" I yelled after her. She knows we both like that, as part of the whole tease.

I looked at the two shirts she'd left. "Queen of Spades," and "Black cock slut." So she was now going to a primarily black bar, dressed like a sexy slut, wearing a T-shirt that read, "I heart (love) black cock."

She texted me when she got there. "...I'm in the bathroom, just arrived. I just wanted you to know why I chose this shirt. The queen of spades was nice, I'm sure I'll wear that one soon but it probably wasn't embarrassing enough. I could easily play that one off like I didn't know what it meant."

"...the "Black cock slut," one was certainly humiliating enough, but truthfully, I'm an ALL cock slut, not just black. So, "I love black cock," just fit, because it's the right amount of humiliation as well as it is truthful. I love ALL cock, black included ."

"...the place is packed with black guys, honey. I think I'm trouble tonight : )"

I asked her if she wanted me to be "around" just in case. She texted "no" so quickly I knew what she wanted.

I found myself surfing porn while I waited for the night to unfold. I paid particular attention to Bree's "favorite" list, the more I saw and read, the more I knew she was going to really be into this.

She texted me an hour later. "Oh god, I'm trying so hard not to drink tonight, I want to feel everything. I've told the bartender to secretly make my drinks all non-alcoholic. I've had about 3 drinks bought for me already!"

"Did anyone ask to see your shirt?" I asked excitedly.

"Dirty boy! Of course they did! Every man that bought me a drink chatted me up and "made" me show him. Don't worry, it's exactly what you wanted, perverted man, it's going to happen just like you want it to."

Then, it was silent again for the longest time. I nearly convinced myself to orgasm as I looked at her saved black/white pictures, but somehow I managed to wait. It was another hour at least when I got the next message.

"My first black cock, yummy!" She wrote.

"What? Wow. What happened?"

"Um, some guy wanted "proof" that my shirt wasn't a lie. So he took me out back and I proved it. I proved it all the way down my throat to my tummy!"

"You sucked his cock?"

"I sucked his BLACK cock ," she wrote. "I think that bartender is feeding me some drinks that aren't watered down," she wrote. "I think maybe the rest of the guys at the bar are putting him up to it ."

"Are you coming home?"

"Um, not quite yet. Text you later!"

Wow. More silence. Now she had my head spinning. I knew she wanted it and wanted it good tonight. But, did I set her up for too much? Guess I was going to find out. More agonizing time passed. 

She sent me another text, "I could get used to this taste."

She didn't respond to my texts for more information.

Finally, I got a text at near 1am. She wrote, "I'm coming home, put the car in the garage. Turn off the lights, I won't be alone."




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 07



Hurriedly I did as she asked. I waited upstairs. Finally a pickup truck arrived. It pulled directly into the driveway. I could see them in the front seat. Looking down almost directly into the cab with help of the driveway light which comes on with a sensor I could see almost everything. I know she planned it that way. I could see her shirt was off, the vest was open. Her tits were out, free. I wondered how long they'd been that way. I saw him lean over to her. He was black, of course. I saw his arm reach to her. It was thick, muscled, tattoed. He had on a ripped jeans type vest with the sleeves missing, no doubt he liked revealing his "guns."

I saw them kissing. It was passionate, they were both horny. I saw his big hand slide under her skirt and lift it, revealing her bare pussy. Obviously she'd lost her panties somewhere along the way. I could see him working his hands over her pussy. Soon he must've had his fingers in her, judging by the way she was responding to him. She threw her head back in pleasure and allowed him access to her. His mouth went to her nipples and I saw her grab his head, lost in pleasure. He was bald, she ran her hand over his bald head while he fingered her. Finally, she pushed him away, but only to attack his jeans. I saw her struggling to get them down over his hips. He had to help her, he had a huge smile on his face. He knew he had this white bitch completely at his mercy, he had her in a frenzy.

Her mouth immediately slipped over the head of his cock once it was free. It was his turn to throw his head back and enjoy her wonderful mouth and tongue. He was reaping the benefit of her vast experience sucking cock. I saw her cupping his balls while she blew him. 

Soon though, he pulled her up to him and kissed her again, this time he pulled her into his lap as they pawed at each other. I saw her shift position so that she was now straddling him. In a move I knew so well, she reached back to grab his cock and guide it into her wetness. I saw her head fall back again as she slid her perfect ass down on him. He was in her now, fully. Her ass was touching his legs. I saw her raise up slowly and slide back down. 

Over and over, she teased him like that, slowly. I know she loves that, because it gives her time to build her own orgasm that way. I saw her working him like that. I could almost see the sweat forming on her back, though I'm sure that was more imagination than reality. Up and down I watched that beautiful tight ass fuck that black cock of his. Then, I saw that familiar shudder of hers, she was cumming on his cock. He was leering and smiling, no doubt proud that he could get the slut off just with his cock. 

Now it was his turn. He changed the dynamic. His hands cupped her sweet ass and now it was him controlling the pace. Up and down, over and over that pussy ground down onto his cock. The pace quickened, it wasn't long before it just looked like he was slamming her tiny, tight body down on his big dick. Finally, I saw his hands grab her ass cheeks firmly and kept her ground down fully on his cock. He was filling her with his cum. I saw them kissing and dancing their tongues together in orgasmic bliss. I was betting that she came right along with him. 

Finally, he let her slump down and fall back to the passenger side. From behind the curtain I watched as they recovered. I saw them talking, smiling, laughing. Finally, Bree straightened out her skirt, pulled the vest together the best she could (apparently the buttons had been ripped off earlier) and she stepped down from the cab. She went around to the driver's side door and they kissed again, long, slow, passionately. I saw her flip her skirt up teasingly as she walked away from him and shot him an air kiss. I heard her come in the front door as he backed out of the driveway and drove away.

I met her in the living room. She just stood in the middle of the room and made me sit in my chair. She was drunk, at least enough so that I could see she was a bit unsteady on her feet. She put her finger to her lips playfully, indicating I was to stay quiet.

She opened her vest, revealing her tits. She let it fall to the ground. Then, she slid the skirt off her and piled it with the vest on the floor. She was naked now, save the heels.

"I'm so full of cum right now," she said with a tipsy chuckle. 

I started to ask but she shushed me again.

She cupped her tits in her hands and walked closer. She leaned in, "see baby? Do you see cum on my tits? "

I did, it was dried, and there was a lot of it. It went from her neck and it was all over her tits and her nipples too.

"Fuck," I groaned. 

"Shhh!" she insisted. She showed me her nipples, how puffy and red they were, I knew she wanted me to see how much they were worked over. We both knew how much she liked that. 

Then, she turned around and bent over, her ass tantalizingly close to my face. There were red marks all over her cheeks, she wanted me to see them. Then she turned back to me and leaned in close enough so that I could feel her breath on my face. "Smell me baby? Smell that? Do you smell the cum in my mouth? I can still taste it, there was just so much."

I nodded, afraid to speak now, she was setting the mood, I didn't want to break it.

"They made sure I proved what the T-shirt said, baby. They made sure I wasn't just some tease." She saw me groan uncomfortably at that. She saw me adjust myself as my cock was stirring.

She grinned at that. "That making you horny? The thought of guys making your girl love some black cock?"

I nodded.

"Me too," she cooed. 

She dropped to her knees and carefully took out my cock. She wanted this to last. She wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly began stroking me.

"I told you about the guy who wanted me to prove I loved black cock. He was the one that took me out back and made me suck his cock so I did. I went outside with him after the bartender offered to watch my purse and make sure I was, "ok." The guy forced me to my knees and made me blow him before he blasted his load down my throat. Then he left me there on my knees. That was it for him, baby, all he wanted was your girlfriend to swallow his cum. He didn't even go back into the bar, he just got in his car and left."

"Man," I groaned. There was a sexy fire in her eyes. She'd loved every minute of it.

"So, I went back inside. The bartender made sure I was still good and said he'd, "watch my purse anytime." I'm sure a couple of the other guys knew what I'd been doing, or they were good guessers because, like I said, I think the bartender starting feeding me real drinks after that. I still poured most of it out or mixed it with my water when they weren't looking. Finally, this fatter, ugly dude kept whispering in my ear about that last guy. He kept wanting me to tell him what I'd done to his friend. I wanted him to go away, a couple of the other guys were looking SO good to me at that point."

She kept slowly teasing me with her hand, only occasionally letting her head bend down so she could lightly flick over the tip of my cock with her tongue before she went back to stroking it.

"I wanted some big, black cock in my pussy tonight, for me, for you, too. I had to get it moving along and this guy was getting in the way. The bartender saw what was going on and offered to help me but I took care of it like a slut should. I went to the bathroom, I knew he'd follow me. I was pretty much the only woman in the bar at that point.

When I got to the ladies room he asked again to tell me what happened with his friend. I told him I'd show him instead, but only if he'd promise to leave right after, just like his friend did. He instantly agreed. I pulled him inside the woman's bathroom and had him sit on the sink. He clumsily tried to pull open my vest but that's when it popped open and the buttons flew off. I acted pissed but he begged me to continue. Again, I said I'd suck him if he'd leave after and he only agreed if he got to see my tits. So, just like you said earlier it only came off when someone took it off me. This fat, ugly guy got to take off my T-shirt and let me blow him.

So, I sucked him, just like that. I was standing at the sink, he was sitting on it. He was sweaty, kind of stinky, but I sucked his cock anyway. I knew you'd like that. Finally, he busted all over me. I let him. I wanted some of it on me, to show you. Most of what's on my chest is from him. So, I told him to go and he did. I was going to put the shirt back on but it was in a ball on the floor near the toilet, it was wet. I just left it. Besides, I think the guys pretty much knew what I'd done with that first guy, now this one, so I didn't bother trying to hide it. I stayed in the bathroom for awhile and used the hand dryer to dry the cum the best I could. I didn't want to wipe it off, for you. Then, I put my vest on, got a safety pin out of my purse and pinned it together. You know how much tit you can see when I have only the vest on and no shirt under it, well yes, that's how much they all could see when I got back to the bar."

I groaned and my cock grew even harder in her hand. She smiled at how much the story had made it jump. She flicked her tongue over me again, which just made me moan.

"So there were probably 3 or 4 of the original guys at the bar as well as the bartender that I started the night with. I'm sure every one of them could smell the sex on me. It only seemed to charge them up. Every one of them was giving me their best pitches. They all wanted to be the one to bang this white slut into tomorrow. I still didn't know who it was going to be. I wanted the guys to decide it. I got to dance with a few of them, every one of them took the liberty of feeling me up under my skirt and vest when there was a slow dance, which seemed to happen very frequently. I think the bartender had control of the jukebox. With all those beautiful black hands all over me, baby, I was so fucking wet. I wanted to get fucked and hard."

My cock jerked again, she giggled. She spent a little more time licking my cockhead, even teasingly taking my head into her mouth for a short period, before she smiled and went back to jerking it.

"Finally, Reed took what he wanted. He didn't even talk to the others first, he just steered me to the corner and kissed me and felt me up. He was the first one that kissed me, I'd just sucked two cocks and I hadn't even been kissed. I knew you'd like that thought as much as I liked doing it," she winked.

"So Reed took me outside and we made out like teenagers on the hood of his car. He said he was going to take me home. Just like that. That he was GOING to take me home, not CAN he. I told him he should, but not to his house, to mine. I told him I really shouldn't be driving, after drinking like that, even though I'm sure he'd had way more alcohol than me.

He asked me if I had a boyfriend or husband and I said yes. That hardly dissuaded him. He asked if driving me to my house would be "trouble." I giggled and said, "not if we don't go inside."

I remembered my purse was still inside. I also wanted to do something. I told him to wait there, that I had to get my purse and "freshen up." He grunted "ok," none the wiser. I told him to give me ten minutes. I'm sure he thought it was so I could call you and make up some lie. Actually, I went back in and waved to Jeff, the bartender. He was really cute, honey. Kind of reminded me of Denzel, at least in the eyes. I basically just grabbed him and pulled him into their tiny office. I sucked HIS cock, too, baby. I wanted to, I wanted all that black cock and cum in me, just like we've fantasized. I actually did it because I wanted to tie my record of sucking off three cocks in one night, like I did at the fraternity. I wanted to for you, so you could see I can do it. I made him cum, to thank him for helping me all night. That's some of his cum on me, too, mixed with that other guy's.

I walked out with my tummy full of black cum. We left together. That's how we ended up in the driveway. I knew you'd be in the bedroom. I figured you could see if you wanted to. He brought me here and fucked my pussy hard, with you watching."

I was bucking my hips now, her grip was firm and steady and the stroking was rhythmic and purposeful. She watched me, with those beautiful lust glazed eyes as she tormented my cock towards orgasm. She saw my looks of crazed lust along with exasperated frustration as I begged her with my eyes for her mouth on me. She just grinned and shook her head.

"You know that when you send me out to please that THEY get my best, whatever we want them to get, and you get this," she said as she cupped my balls with her other hand.

I couldn't hold it and I exploded in her hand. It shot all over her, she brought her face close and let me cum all over her. It shot into her hair, on her nose, her cheeks, her lips and her chin. She just giggled watching me spurt so excitedly.

I slumped back into the chair, exhausted while she coaxed the last few drops out of my cock with her tongue. Spent, I asked her if she'd be having black cock again, any time soon.

She giggled, "I can't promise anything. I'm a cock slut, not just a black cock slut. I can't say what we'll come up with next. But, I do have a favor to ask you, though...related to that."

"What is it baby?" I groaned in post orgasmic bliss.

"That T-shirt, the one I wore. "I love black cock..."

"Yes?"

"I need another one. I left it at the bar, in the bathroom."

"Fine, I can have another one made."

"Good," she said as she licked up the cum from everywhere, "I want you to make me wear that again. Some place more public."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, it was embarrassing as hell to have to open my vest to let those black guys see what it said. But, we both know that it's mainly a black bar. Think about how much more embarrassing it would be for me for other people to see it. Imagine what white guys or women would say. Imagine the looks they'd give me."

"And that would turn you on?"

"You know humiliation turns me on, baby," she cooed. "That would certainly do it. Get me that T-shirt and make me wear it to the beach or something."

I could only groan at the suggestion. She was becoming even more insatiable and lost in our new, exploratory fantasy life.

"So are any of these guys possibly the "one" you might want long term? Dave the mechanic, Greg, Reed?" I asked.

"God, I know they want me, any way they can get me. I get calls from Dave and texts from Greg pretty much daily. I have a feeling Reed will want me again too. As for if any of them are "the one," I don't know, they really have to come forward themselves and just take it. That's what would make them the one. They have to just make it happen. That's how my ex was, I don't remember ever asking him to do it, he just made me. I might have to continue with one or more of the others, though, in the mean time. This stuff has me charged up all the time. Every fantasy we make happen just makes me hornier for it. I might have to be a busy girl, would that bother you?"

I thought, "I'm not even sure it would matter."

{Part 8 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 08



I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd run into Greg in a public setting and have to deal with my own internal matters regarding his use of Bree. Sure, I'd seen him around work and even at a few meetings but I hadn't had to deal with him one on one to this point. I also had to deal with the fact that I knew that Dave, the mechanic, and Reed, the black guy were also in Bree's ear. They wanted more. She was incredible, of course they wanted more. She showed me their nearly daily texts.

She didn't commit to doing anything else with them so far, but also didn't rule it out. She wanted to be able to have those as options. We'd explored so many fantasies lately and opened up so many doors that my head was spinning. I never knew what she was thinking. Well, maybe I did, she was thinking of sex, often, and what or who she wanted to do next. She loved being on the sexual edge. She liked the nervous buildup of thinking about our fantasies. It was making her horny, it made me hot as well, along with anxious. She accepted who she was, I obviously was still learning to deal with it.

It was well past the time I usually had my friends over for a fall barbecue. I knew I'd pushed it back because of the thought of seeing Greg and the thought of him being so close to her. I let everyone know they could come over for football Sunday. Reluctantly, and only with some prodding from Bree, I actually called Greg to invite him. Just hearing his cocky voice made my stomach quiver. She just grinned. She liked teasing me. I was just glad that she didn't make me invite Dave and/or Reed as well. I wondered if she was thinking it, though. I realized I really didn't know. 

There were about a dozen people milling about in the house and in the back yard and I was out grilling when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey buddy, man, I haven't been to your house in a LONG time," said Greg as he stuck out his hand to shake mine.

"Man, what a fucking liar," I thought as I begrudingly shook his hand. I didn't want to let on I had any idea of his deceit.

"I didn't see Bree..ana," he said, catching himself from using her nickname. 

It irritated me but again, not wanting to alert him to anything I mentioned she was probably in the kitchen. He bounded off soon after. I thought about what she'd said about my friends, about how often they'd tried to touch her, feel her up in situations like this. I had no doubt Greg would again, as he had in the past, especially now that he'd had every bit of her beautiful body.

I served a bunch of burgers and steaks before I let Pete take over the grill for the moment. It had been about 15 minutes since Greg left, I wanted to keep my eye on him. I looked at Pete, he was smiling at me. He always had a goofy smile. He was just a really nice guy. I wondered why in the world I hadn't picked HIM to send Bree's picture to. I have no doubt now he'd have never mentioned it to either of us. I went to find Bree.

When I got to the kitchen there were a half dozen people in there, milling around and talking. It was all women, other than Greg. He seemed a bit irritated. Not soon after I arrived he went back outside. Bree saw that and winked at me. I kissed her and she whispered in my ear, "I think he thinks he can feel my tits when he wants, baby. He didn't have time, though, before the wives and girlfriends ruined his plans," she grinned.

"Do you want him to?"

"I don't have to want him to, he's going to try anyway."

"But are you going to let him, or are you going to tell him to stop?" I pressed.

"You know I like a man that takes what he wants," she hissed into my ear. "Plus, we've gone a little too long without...something, you know?"

I knew she wasn't referring to sex with each other, we'd been fucking regularly. "Please don't fuck him here," I pleaded. "Don't let my friends know, I'm not ready for that."

She smiled softly. "Don't worry, I doubt there'd be an opportunity, especially with you around all the time," she giggled. "But, let's just see how much he wants to try..."

I went back outside, there were more people now, probably in the low 20's, mostly couples. I relaxed and enjoyed talking to many of my "real" friends. It took my mind off of Greg, for the moment. Finally, I did notice he was gone again, no doubt he was back inside. I didn't see Bree or Greg at first, I even checked upstairs. Finally, I walked to the basement. A couple passed me on the stairs, we had the keg down there. When I got there Greg and Bree were facing each other. They heard me coming. No doubt they'd just had a few seconds after the other couple left and I arrived. I smiled at them and got a beer from the keg.

We made small talk about the party and about football, the Sunday night game was about to start. I think Greg realized I wasn't going to leave them alone. He walked upstairs. She grinned at me, "you almost got to see his hands on my tits." 

She lifted her top to show me her tits were bare, she'd ditched the bra. She whispered, "he had my tits in his hands the second that couple hit the stairs, he'd just gotten a hold of my nipples when we heard you coming down. You certainly are keeping an eye on me. Do you not want me to have fun?"

"I do," I said as my hands took the place of Greg's on her tits. "I just don't want people to know."

"I know, but we've talked about this. Until we play our next game I thought that Greg was still a possibility." She looked disappointed.

I hated to disappoint her. I knew who she was. I knew what she was into. Hell, she'd gotten ME into it. I didn't want it to come between us. If I squeezed her too tightly, she'd fly away.

"You're no fun!" She pouted. She stomped her foot for dramatics and went back upstairs.

The next time I saw her she was leaning against our fence on the side of the yard. She was talking to Phil, our neighbor. I'd invited him many times, but he never accepted. He was married, though I rarely saw his wife, other than when I saw her headed out to some church function with the other church ladies. He is balding, with that ridiculous stringy hair comb over. He has a big pot belly. He always wears dress pants and a dress shirt, with a sweater vest. That's his "look." He had it on again. I took no notice of it until I looked again, it was at least ten minutes later, they were still talking. That surprised me, Phil was as dry and boring as could be, he talked mostly about accounting, which was his job, as well as his life's passion, apparently.

I went over to "rescue" her like a good boyfriend. I saw his face redden and I saw him shuffle something behind his back. Bree had some color in her cheeks too and a look I recognize. It was excitement. I chatted for a few minutes, Bree excused herself clumsily. Finally, I figured I'd done my duty and bid him farewell, only after inviting him over again. Again he declined. I shrugged and walked away. I went to find Bree. She was in the bedroom.

"Bree? What the hell was that?" I laughed. "If I didn't know any better you looked like you were...aroused...by talking to George Costanza." That's what we called him.

She looked up at me with a sly grin. She had on her silky, thin top. Looking down, I could see everything from my angle. She'd taken off her bra for Greg earlier. She had changed into a black, clingy skirt.

"You remember that blackmail fantasy?"

"I do," I said, intrigued. It never failed to work us up.

"Turns out Phil has taken notice of my um...activities lately. He saw baby. He said he saw me when Dave dropped me off on his motorcycle. Remember how I was dressed? Or wasn't...," she giggled. "Then, he said he was leaving for work and SWEARS he saw me sucking some guy's dick in our hallway. He says he doesn't think it was you. Then, he said he saw me walk to Greg's car that night, he said he saw I had on only a shirt. He knows what I did to Greg in the car, baby," she said with embarrassed excitement.

"Wow, old Phil. Good for him. So what? What was the big discussion about?"

"He acted like he was above it, that what I was doing was shameful..."

I couldn't deny it. It was, that's why she loved it.

"He actually has pictures, baby. He has one of me walking to Greg's car in just your shirt. It shows plenty of tit, honey. Then, he has one of me in the car with Greg. It just shows Greg and the top of my head. Then, remember when I walked back to you? On the porch I dropped the shirt completely? He has a picture of that, too. I'm totally naked. He has a closeup, zoomed picture of your girlfriend completely naked. You can see my shaved pussy..." she peeped .

"Wow, well you knew all that activity would be noticed. You've mentioned that before. You knew the neighbors would know, eventually."

"I know, and this is the cost," she said with an apologetic smile.

"Ok, what's the cost?" I asked, fearing yet eagerly awaiting the answer.

"Well, you broke in before he could come to his point. But, I really think he wants to blackmail me," she said, emphasizing the word that instantly perks us.

"Wow, so he is going to threaten to show the pictures to me?"

"I guess, he said he might show them to his wife...and you know how she'd flip out, she'd probably try to get the police involved."

"Man," I groaned. "You know the police won't do anything but warn you to be more careful," I said. "But, it sure would still be embarrassing, especially if they came over tonight, with all these people."

"Yes, that's what he said, too, I was surprised at how much he'd thought this through."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I have to go back out and find out. I think I have him judged. I think he wants to "work things out."

"Ew, that doesn't sound good, fat old Phil..."

"It's blackmail, baby," she cooed. "It's not supposed to be pretty. Do me a favor, you need to keep Greg away for awhile. You might have to cover for me if I disappear for awhile."

She bounded off. She was aroused by the whole idea, I could see that. Even a man like Phil can turn her on, given the right circumstances. I saw her talking to Phil again at the fence. She was leaning in closer, it was almost as if they were whispering. No doubt she was, "working it out."

This didn't actually bother me. I kind of liked it. I had no fear of Phil as a threat, I'm sure he hadn't had anything like Bree in his life. This was his one shot at it, then he'd have to go back to that fat, shrew of a wife he had. The next time I looked, they were both gone. I went back into the living room. Most of the people were gathered there, watching the game. Sure enough, Greg came up to me and with a half drunken smirk asked me where my "better half" was. I told him that she mentioned having to go to the store or something. He looked crushed. I liked crushing him like that. I didn't get too cocky about it, I know HE liked crushing me by fucking my girlfriend repeatedly, in every hole. I couldn't forget that.

I don't know if it was more agonizing for me or Greg, waiting for Bree's return. It was more than a half hour when I heard the back door open. She saw me and winked. She was wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. She kissed me deeply. I could taste it. He'd gotten her mouth, lucky bastard.

We were in the kitchen, it was just us for the moment. She tried to quickly tell me the story, quietly. "I went over to the fence. He had his digital camera in his hand. That's where the pictures were. I asked him what he wanted in order to delete them. He hemmed and hawed for a bit. I just wanted him to tell me, I was willing, you know that. Just the thought that he'd blackmail me made me horny. You know how much that thrills both of us? Well, here it was and I wanted him to get to the point. He kept hinting around at things so I just asked him again.

"What do you want for those three pictures?" He was so flustered and nervous, but he sure wasn't backing out. There were still people in the yard behind me so I moved us down to the fence by the garage, so the view would be blocked. He still was stammering at how slutty and shameful it all was. 

I just grinned and said, "how about if I show you the same thing as in the shameful pictures?" I lifted my top and let him see my bare tits. I could hear him breathing heavily. I leaned to the fence completely, you know I am barely taller than the fence? Well, I put my tits between the pickets and let him fondle them. He loved them, baby. He loved your girlfriend's tits. He tugged on my nipples and made me squeal. He liked that, he smiled when he heard me. So, now that he had my tits in his hands I asked him what he wanted. His eyes were lustful, wanting, I didn't think he could get himself to say it, being too shameful for him to say out loud. So I said it, "how about if I suck your cock, just like I did for that guy in the car...would that get the pictures back?"

I dropped down to my knees and rubbed his crotch through the fence. He had a little stubby cock, it was getting hard. "So, you hand me the camera, I delete the pictures and I suck your cock?"

"I could see him groaning, he realized it was going to happen. It just made him more excited and more confident in what he was doing."

"No," he said. "ONE picture and you suck my penis. We can work out a deal for the others later. And, I'm no fool, Briana. You'll suck my cock FIRST, then you'll watch me delete the picture."

"That made me almost squishy the way he said that. He had me, baby. It was happening, the blackmail thing. I would've done it right there but he made me come around the back of the fence, to the gates and I went into his yard. I did it right there, baby. I sucked his cock along the back fence, in his own garden. Phil, fat Phil, our neighbor, got his cock sucked by your girlfriend."

"Wow," I said as Bree started stroking me through my jeans. 

"That isn't all..." she started to continue when Greg burst into the kitchen. 

He was glad to see Bree, no doubt. Others soon followed and our moment of privacy was over. I had to hide my erection before I could go back into the living room to watch the game with the others. I was sitting on the couch and Bree was leaning over me, behind me. She kissed my neck and cooed into my ear. 

"I'm so fucking horny now baby. Can you smell him, can you smell Phil's cum in my mouth? God baby, I need to be fucked so good."

"But not by me, right?" I whispered back to her. It was snarky of me, for sure. She let it go right by.

"By you, Greg, or everyone here if someone doesn't take care of me soon," she moaned lustily in my ear. 

My cock was trying to bust out of my jeans due to her sex talk. I certainly didn't want her fucking everyone, though I'm sure she was exaggerating. I still didn't want her fucking Greg, but I knew that's what she was angling for. Since he'd actually had her already it made the most sense. I just hoped to keep it between us. I followed her to the bathroom down the hallway. 

"Hmm, are you going to fuck me good, right here?" She teased. "Right here with all your friends just a few feet away?"

"You make me want to," I said in frustration. "What do you want? Do you want to fuck Greg?"

She saw my erection. She giggled. She teased it with her fingernail which only made it jump. "What do YOU want, baby? Do you want to fuck me or do you want Greg to fuck me?"

"I want to, of course I do, but I can't just disappear from my own party," I pleaded.

She grinned, in that evil, dirty, perverted, wonderful way she does and said, "ok, I see. So you choose Greg."

"What? No, I'll fuck the shit out of you, when everyone is gone!" I begged wildly.

She'd figured out the night's game. "No, you fuck me, now, in the bathroom, over the sink or the next cock in me will be Greg's, and all you'll get is another handjob while you listen to how good he fucked me...AGAIN," she taunted.

Just then one of the women turned the corner and passed us and entered the bathroom. "See baby?" I pointed out. "See how everyone would know?"

She just wiggled her finger at me, "you are either going to fuck me the damned second she leaves the bathroom or I swear to god, Greg is going to totally benefit."

The lady left the bathroom and I heard the group behind me roar at a TD scored by our team. Greg and another guy came around the corner in excitement and highfived me and basically pulled me back into the living room to celebrate. I just remember the last look from Bree was a knowing wink. I'd made my choice. I hadn't realized that I'd done it until I was on the couch for awhile thinking about it while the noise from the group around me swirled around like a cloud. I had done it on purpose. I knew what she wanted. I must want it too. I heard one of the guys ask where Greg went, I pretended not to even hear it. The other guy laughed and said Greg had had too much beer and went to lay down in the spare bedroom. I knew it was lie, he was good at lying. It didn't matter, I'd made my choice. Now he was reaping the benefits.

The game was just about over when Greg stumbled back into the room. He was acting (poorly) as if he was drunk. I knew better. I knew he was fully aware of everything, I also knew he had the smell of my girlfriend all over him. Everyone filed out after the game and Bree only made another appearance when they all were saying their goodbyes. She had on her robe, the silky oriental one. I knew there was nothing underneath it. She hugged the women and gave the guys all a friendly peck on the cheek. When it got to Greg he stopped, put his arm around her back, pulled her into his body and kissed her cheek, I saw him shoot her a leering grin before reluctantly letting her go. I swear I could see a slight blush in her cheeks. Finally, they were gone.

She shushed me when I tried to speak. She patted the couch for me to sit. I did. She looked out the window, to make sure all the cars were gone, then she turned to me and let the robe fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and kicked it away playfully.

"See this body baby? Can you tell it's been used? Can you tell it's been used hard?" She goaded.

"You could've had this. You could've had your own cock in me tonight but no, you chose Greg. I can't believe it, you actually chose Greg," she giggled.

"I didn't choose him, I..."

She cut me off, "You DID choose him. It was you, or him, and you let HIM. Oh god, baby, he doesn't pass up the chance to fuck me. He didn't care at all where we were, baby. I was in the bedroom, I left the door open a crack. I knew either you or him would find me. I was waiting for it, I took everything off and just put the robe on. He found me that way, baby. I was on my back on the bed. He climbed right in next to me. He undid the belt and opened me up for him. He mauled my tits and he played with my pussy until he had me practically purring..."

She was demonstating on herself. She was cupping her tits and rubbing her hand over her pussy as she showed me what he did to her.

"Then, he held my hands over my head. He pinned me down. He knows I love that. With his other hand he made me open my legs wide for him. He got between my legs then baby and he licked me. FUCK! He might have almost as magic a tongue as you. He had me nearly screaming. Finally, he pulled his pants off and climbed between my open, inviting legs. He fucked your pussy, baby. He fucked it good and hard. He held me down while he fucked me like he liked it. He kept telling me he knew he'd be fucking me again. He said he knew how I needed it and that he'll be the one to give it to me. I couldn't argue, baby, his cock was buried in my cunt to the hilt."

She was dancing for me now. I'd taken out my cock to stroke it while she talked dirty to me.

"He told me that he knew I liked fucking him. He was grunting while he fucked your girl like an animal. After he filled me with his seed he left me there, legs open, his cum pouring out, but not before he told me he'd be "hitting that" more often now."




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 08



She saw me stroking my hard cock. She gave me a look of playful disdain. "Here, let ME do it," she said feigning exasperation. "Let me give you your handjob while your friend's cum leaks out of my pussy. You get my hand, he got my cunt," she teased. 

It only made me spurt harder. She let it cum over her while she danced her face under the shower. She grinned as she licked up the drops from my tip. She got up swirling her tongue around her lips, "yummy!" She giggled.

"So you loved him taking you again? Are you reconsidering if he's the "one" for long term?"

"I like guys that take what they want from me, so for tonight, he gave me what I needed. He'll be "the one for now" if not the "one," she smiled. "Oh, and to finish the Phil story. So, he filled your slut's mouth with his cum, his cock is so funny, baby, it's just really short and stubby, I could fit the whole thing in my mouth easily."

"Wow, how embarrassing," I said.

"Yeah, he came so fast too, no doubt he has little experience getting head. But, look at you calling it embarrassing, the guy who just got a handjob from his girlfriend while his neighbor got to blow in her mouth and his "friend" got this pussy," she teased. "But hush, so the conclusion to the story is, Phil said I have to "work off" the other two pictures as well."

"But baby, those pictures are digital! He probably has copied them a million times already."

"No, I doubt it, his wife is good at computers, he's not. I doubt he'd risk that. He IS a trusting soul, though, after all. He let me delete the one picture, for the blowjob. But, he also let me delete the other two, after I promised him "two more shots" at me. SO, how's that for embarrassing, our fat, sweaty neighbor is going to get to shoot three loads into your girlfriend!"

"Seems like it's getting to be just a normal day for us, now," I said wistfully.

"I know, I'm fucking horny all the time now," she admitted. "I look forward to the next thing and that gets me all worked up and we end up doing things like THIS. It needs to happen soon, at least for you, or else everyone you know will have fucked me," she giggled. "But it really does need to be soon, I'm just so sexually frustrated and worked up that even a good fucking like tonight only lasts a very short time."

"I know," imagine if you found, "the one" for using you. You'd be doing this kind of stuff daily."

"Fuck," she panted at that thought, absentmindedly stroking her pussy at the same time. "I want that SO badly...come to bed, baby, see if you can outdo Greg with your tongue. I want you to lick him out of me. I came three times with him, see if you can beat that."

I did, she went off like a firecracker each time. We were headed for an explosion of our own. It was coming.

{Part 9 on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 09



The last few months were like a hurricane, building in strength on heat and wetness. We'd lit the fire and opened our sex lives up to our mutual pleasure. Bree was in another world. My thoughts that living out some fantasies together would quench our inner desires seemed laughable now. Bree was on a whole 'nother level. Luckily for her, she had someone who would love her fully, through it. For me though, I often felt alone in my frustration and disappointment. She rightfully always pointed out how much I got from everything we do as well. It was true, the more we did, the harder my orgasms were, the more I could get off. But, I just had to accept that other guys were going to get it, too, often first. Could I deal with it, especially now, as it threatens to get even wilder?

I had that thought on another night Bree was out. It was Friday night, which I always know is her most lustful night. She feels like the whole weekend is ahead of her for debauchery, and she's often right. Tonight she was going out with Reed. He was the black guy she picked up from the bar a few weeks ago. He got to fuck her in his truck in our driveway. I had no hand in this one, she informed me of it when I got home from work. I was hoping for some wonderful pussy, but she told me it had to wait. She went back to the bathroom to make sure her makeup was perfectly slutty. She told me to read his texts.

I read the first one, "I can't wait to get inside you again, beautiful. You are so sexy, there are still so many things I want to do with you."

She had replied, "mmm, that sounds so good."

"I want to taste you," he wrote.

"I want to taste you, too! "

I happened to click off the text chain by mistake, I had to shuffle through her other texts to find it. Then, I found one from today, from Jake. He was her ex.

"Hey hot stuff, just wanted you to know I'm in town for a few days. Text me if you want to "reminisce." He wrote suggestively.

Her answer was, "stop, I'm with Devin, you know that. You don't want to reminisce, you want something else."

He wrote back, "you know exactly what I want." He added an evil grin.

She didn't answer the last one.

For some reason, I can't explain I decided to switch phones with her. Our phones are the same type.

She left me wearing her "Queen of Spades" T-shirt that she'd ripped down the front to reveal a huge amount of cleavage and some really sexy, torn, tight jeans. I wondered if she was going back to the black bar but she wouldn't say. She just said, "I'll have a surprise for you when I get back".

She texted me almost immediately. "I'm sorry baby, I took your phone by mistake. Silly! Don't call anybody! lol"

"What are you doing?" I asked helplessly.

"On my way to getting fucked by a big black cock at the moment, you?"

"Waiting...naturally," I said despondently. 

"Aw, poor baby, like I said, hopefully I'll have a nice surprise for you, I have something in mind for that, and, I promise tonight you'll get more than a handjob!"

She knew how to perk me. As I was wasting time and fumbling around with her phone to find her texts from Reed she got another text. It was from Jake. 

"Yes, I heard you have a boyfriend now. I hope he can keep up with you, god knows you are a handful...well, a couple handfuls to be exact. Somehow I didn't see you as a girlfriend type, maybe I was wrong about you."

I couldn't resist. This thing had been hanging over us for a long time. I'd only heard about him, from her, I wanted to find out more.

I texted him back, as her, of course, it was her phone. "How dare you!" I wrote. "Just because you couldn't treat me right doesn't mean someone else couldn't!"

He texted a smile. "Ah, there you are. Still feisty I see. I don't know what you mean though about treating you right. Was I treating you right when I would tie you up and fuck your ass and you'd were cum like a retard?"

She'd told me about it, for sure, though not in those words, but I knew he wasn't exaggerating.

"If you'd only kept that type of treatment for the sex and not outside the bedroom, maybe I'd have stayed," I said, trying to echo the thoughts I thought Bree would have.

"But it always WAS about the sex. We said from the beginning that's all we wanted. YOU were the one who wanted more, you were the one who fell in "love."

Now his side was coming out. 

"You said you wanted me to use you and dominate you and I did, boy, did I? lol"

"You did," I wrote. I added a .

He saw it as encouragement, which I'd meant.

"Look, I'm glad you found someone. I just was letting you know I was here. If you want to meet up for a drink or ...something...just text me."

"K." I wrote. 

We left it at that.

Briana returned home late. It was almost 2am. She was tipsy and was almost purring she was so satiated. She stripped off her jeans.

"Baby, are you awake? Are you up? I'm home. God, I'm finally home. I'm so full of cum, baby. Feel it," she said. She guided my hand under her shirt to her pussy, it was stretched and sloppy.

"He fucked me so good, baby, for hours. He came so hard in your slut's pussy," she moaned.

"Wow," I said. Her pussy was definitely showing the signs of it. 

She climbed over me. I started to protest but she didn't stop, she guided her face onto my face and slid her wetness over my lips. I was hard and so horny, I just engulfed her pussy like she wanted. She rode my face like that while she repeated how well he'd fucked her. I got her off, over and over before she slid off of me and got on her hands and knees for me. She wanted me in her. 

"Here's your surprise, baby," she cooed. When I got behind her I saw the marking on her ass. In black marker on her left cheek was, "Black cock" and on her right cheek was "Slut." There was also a crudely drawn spade under the word slut.

"I was tonight, baby. I remembered my other shirt. I wanted you to have that, so I told him to write that on there. It's going to last for days, it was a permanent marker."

"Mmm, nice," I admitted, it got me even harder. "What if one of your white cocks want to fuck you and you still have that on you?"

"Guess that I'll be very embarrassed then," she admitted, even though she betrayed her excitement by sitting back into my cock even more as I fucked her. "My ex wrote on me a lot, then he'd make me show it to guys at the bar, stuff like that."

"You like that, don't you?"

"I don't know that LIKE it, per se, I guess I just need it."

"And you need to feel that again?"

"Yes, we've talked about that, babe. That's the ultimate goal."

She was so on fire she was really talking dirty. "I'm such a bad slut, baby. Some big fucking black guy used your girlfriend's pussy for hours. God, it's so fucking good getting fucked like that. I really want a guy like that to just TAKE me, don't even ask anymore."

"Someone like your ex?" I said, feeding her lust.

"Yes, just like him. Did I tell you what a fucking cock that guy has? He must be secretly part black," she joked as she bucked into me with more passion at his mere mention.

"Not just his cock, it was his mind too, wasn't it baby? You loved the way he used you, didn't you?"

"Fuck..." she said, I could feel her wetness increasing. "I did, of all the guys we've talked about being, "the one" he was the one, at least for that part."

"Well, isn't that exactly the part you want?" I asked.

She was lost in lust again, she seemed put off by my "distracting" her, she pushed her way back onto my cock over and over, urging me on while stroking her clit.

"I'm serious," I said, as I held her hips firmly while she struggled to fuck me. "You want the love, you have me and, you want the sex that he gave you, right?"

"Oh god," she said, she was cumming again, on her fingers. "I don't know what you want me to say, baby," she cooed. "I love you, I love everything about you, I want you to cum in me so bad..."

"And?"

I was grinding into her carefully, not as forcefully and quickly as she wanted, she was getting frantic, she was planning her next orgasm.

"And fuck yeah I want to have that kind of sex again, baby! Why are you tormenting me with this right now? You know how frustrating it is for me, I want that SO bad..."

I knew she did. I knew this thing would never be over until it played itself out. "Do you trust him?"

"Fuck no! He was a cheat, and a liar."

"I know, personally. But do you trust him with your body?"

"Yes, I guess so. It was always about sex for him, so yeah, I suppose, why are you asking me all these questions?"

I pulled out of her. I didn't want her stretched anymore. I said, "Do you trust me?"

"More than anything."

"Do you believe that I want to give you everything you ever wanted in life?"

"I really do, baby, come back, put it back in me, I want to make you cum as hard as Reed did in me."

I told her to keep her ass up in the air and not to move. She wondered why, but giddily responded by wiggling her ass for me.

I left the room, I did what I needed to do, I got what I need and I came back. I didn't even stop when she protested. I stood her up and I clicked the handcuffs on her. She still had on her ripped Queen of Spades T-shirt on. I ripped it even more, it was barely hanging on her. She was squealing from the surprise.

"Hmmm, does your ex know you fuck black guys?"

She said, "hell no, he hates black guys!"

I just said softly, " this might not go easily for you, then."

I helped her put on her highest slut heels. I marched her downstairs. She was bare assed, and her tits were clearly visible in the tattered shirt, her heels completed the full look I wanted. We stood at the door, she was whimpering. For the first time, I think she sensed trouble. I heard a car coming down the street. I pushed her outside. I walked her to the driveway as I saw the lights approach. 

"You need this," I said. "Don't say I never did anything for you." I shoved her phone into her hand.

When she saw the car approach and saw who it was she turned to me, eyes wide with fear and surprise. "Baby??!??"

I walked away, leaving her half naked and cuffed. Jake pulled up in his truck. I saw him lift her up and basically pile her into the back seat. She was his now.

I hooked my phone back up to its charger. I read the text I'd sent Jake, from my phone, not 15 minutes ago. "Get here right now, she'll be ready and waiting for you, if you aren't here in 20 minutes you'll never see her naked again. And, if you hurt her in a way she doesn't enjoy you'll never make it back home."

I realized I hadn't even given her the key to the cuffs. He'd made it by five minutes. I'd done it, even without her prior consent. I'd given her what she'd been asking, hell, begging for for months now. She wanted that "one" guy who could sexually use her like she needed, someone like her ex boyfriend. She just didn't know it was going to BE her ex boyfriend. I hadn't heard from her since he'd picked her up, half haked and cuffed, in our driveway. It was now going on 5pm. I was going back and forth in my brain about whether I'd done the right thing. I knew she wanted and needed it, but, did she really want it this way, from him? Plus, if she did want it, did that mean I'd lose her forever? I knew she was going to do it, one way or the other, I probably was just saving us the time of going through a bunch of guys who didn't exactly meet her needs.

Finally I got a text from her. It just said, "hey."

"Hey," I said. "Are you ok?"

"He wanted me to tell you I was safe."

"Good. You're safe, but are you ok?"

"You're a perverted bastard, you know that?"

"Wow, I thought this is what you wanted."

"You just gave me to my ex boyfriend to use, that pretty much makes you a perverted bastard. I told him that you like to know what is happening so he's giving me five minutes to tell you, so don't interrupt."

"...So last night he picked me up like you left me. I told you about his "black" thing, he hated it. He hated that I let Reed fuck me and write on my ass. He took me to one of those 24 hour car washes. He hosed me down because he'd found out a black guy had cum in my pussy. It was humiliating. I was cuffed, he just sprayed me down as I was up against the wall."

"...He saw the writing wouldn't come off and that just made him mad. He took off his belt in front of me and made me bend over his truck. He whipped my ass. He told me it was for making him wait so long for it AND for fucking a black guy."

I got a picture from her. It was her, she was sopping wet, the shirt clung to her tightly, it was lifted above her ass. Her ass was striped with wicked looking red swatches. There were probably a dozen of them.

"Wow," I texted.

"Shh!" She wrote. "So he whipped me hard, for that little surprise I had for you. I guess he'd probably whip me anyway, he was always into that. Shit, he wants me to stop. Gotta go...I honestly don't know when I'll see you again..."

Silence. My heart fell. It was agonizing, I wondered if I'd just ruined the best thing I ever had. It was getting late, it was getting clearer that she wasn't coming home any time soon. I went to bed sad and sorry any of this had happened. I awoke many times. One time I saw the clock, it had now been exactly 24 hours since I'd given her away to a man she hated. When I awoke I saw I'd gotten a message on my phone.

It was a picture of her, she had her ass up in the air, the red welts on her ass evident. Her hands were still cuffed behind her. It was a POV (point of view) picture, I could see a cock in her ass, from above. He was ass fucking her. She'd mentioned how much he loved doing it to her. One hand had to be holding the camera but the other hand had what looked like a remote of some kind, pressed against her ass cheek. I could see her head turned, part of her face showed. She had a pained grimace on her face. I studied the picture for a moment before I realized what the remote was, it actually was a cattle prod of some sort. It was small, but obviously effective. He was fucking her and shocking her at the same time. I'd gotten her into it, I wondered if she'd ever forgive me, or maybe worse, if she liked that kind of treatment. I wondered if she would ever be happy with me again. The voice in my head had been telling me for months now that I was going to lose her anyway, eventually.

It was the first night I'd spent without her since she'd moved in. It was Sunday morning. She'd been gone since late late Friday night, early Saturday morning. It was hard enough waiting to hear from her in normal circumstances, even if for us, normal meant her going out without me. But, it was more agonizing now, being overcome with guilt.

I got a text, I raced to the phone. "Dude, this ass was meant to be fucked. She tells me you don't take it that often. To each their own, I guess, but I'm telling you that you are missing OUT."

I texted back, "you'd better not be hurting her! Let me talk to her."

I'd tried calling many times since she'd been gone, it had gone straight to voicemail.

"I'll do better than that, bro. I'm sending back to your place to clean up and get a few things. You can get all touchy feely and talk about feelings and shit."

I wanted to curse him out but I didn't want him to change his mind about letting me see her. I waited. It was another two hours before a car pulled up. It was probably just him fucking with me, keeping me on edge. He stopped at the end of the driveway. He made her get out. She was still cuffed. Her shirt was gone. Her hands were still cuffed behind her. I watched her walk, naked down the driveway towards me. I met her at the door. I was shocked at what I saw.

Her hair was tied and held back by a rubber band. She rarely ever pulled her hair back, it was long and luxurious. Now it looked like a long pony tail. She saw me looking at it.

"It's a handle for him to yank on when he's fucking my ass," she snipped.

Her ass was still covered in welts, though some of the marks were fresh. her face was a mess. Her eyeshadow and liner had dripped and leaked down her cheeks, she looked like a scary goth chick. She'd been crying. Her lips seemed puffy. But, the thing that stood out the most was her nipples. They were red, incredibly so, and to top it off, they had large posts through them with a stud. She'd been piereced. She winced when I tried to touch them.

"Don't touch," she hissed.

"Why?" I asked pleadingly.

"One, it hurts like fuck...and two, he doesn't want you touching me."

"But do YOU want it?" I asked probingly.

"It doesn't matter what I want now. Don't you see? I'm his. You gave me to him for this. This is what was going to happen. We both knew it. I've only got an hour. I need to get some things, shower, and be ready when he comes back, if I'm not..." she said before shuddering.

"I'm so fucking sorry I did this," I said honestly. "I thought you wanted this. Just say the word and I'll chase that guy off forever."

She smiled softly, sweetly. "I know you would. But, you were right. I did want this. This is what we both talked about. Let me see if I can say this right...you know how we discussed this. I made it clear how this guy used me before. I let you know how it really was being with him. I know that you heard me say over and over how much I enjoyed that part of it."

I nodded.

"Well, now it's even more complicated. First, he knows about you. He knows you basically sent me to him to use. That frees him from caring about that attachment. Second, he knew you did that for my benefit. That means he now knows that I crave everything he'd done with me before. I denied it to him in the past, but now that I can't, he's going to be even more unrestrained. He's going to be even tougher on me, don't you see?"

"I know!" I said. "That's why you shoudn't go back!"

"That's why I have to go back," she said shyly, her cheeks reddening. "You are right about me. I needed this, more than I even knew. It was all I thought about with everything you and I have done together. I was going to try to find it sooner or later, you just made me face it now. I'm sorry Devin, but I really have to get going. I can't imagine I'd have any skin left on my ass if I made him wait."

She hustled off to shower quickly. I saw her in the mirror fixing her makeup. Apparently, he liked slutty makeup too. I admired her blistered backside as I stayed in the background. I saw her filling her overnight bag with things. They were mostly lingerie and sex related things like shoes.

She saw me watching. "He likes my slut outfits. He doesn't let me wear much around the hotel room, but he said he likes the pictures of me in lingerie and he also likes ripping them off me."

"Your nipples, baby. Doesn't that hurt? I can't believe you pierced them. I know we've talked about that."

"I didn't pierce them, he MADE me have them pierced. He knew a guy."

"Oh man, some other guy pierced them...did you...do anything?"

"I may have," she grinned slightly. "I don't have time for stories right now."

"Please baby, stay," I begged.

She turned to me. She knew she had to deal with it and deal with it quickly. "Ok, so, let's say I stay. You run Jake off and, let's say it works and he never bugs me again. So then what? You are basically saying I shouldn't do this, after all we've talked about. So, ok. You choose then. Do you want me to stay and I will, but it'll be at a cost. I'll always be thinking about this, about what might have been, especially when you know it is what I needed. Or, I can go and we can see how it works out. If I stay, I can't promise I'll be happy...without knowing."

I groaned. I hated the choices. "I love you," I sputtered. "But I want you happy."

"Exactly. I love you too, you don't know how much it means to me that you've been with me for all this. Just let it happen. He's here until Friday, then he flies back to Seattle. It'll all be clearer then, I'm sure."




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 09



I thought, "fuck, Friday, that's 5 days away."

"I don't know that I can call or text you again. He said he's taking my phone. He only lets me talk when he decides. I basically just spend all day naked, taking care of his sexual needs...of which he has plenty. During the times he isn't fucking me or figuring out ways to torture my body he makes me tell him all the things I've done or fantasized about. He's a lot like you in that way, baby."

"Fuck," I groaned. 

She hustled to door. She was wearing white short shorts which rode up her ass and a cropped T-shirt which bared her stomach. She saw me checking out her outfit. 

"Oh, I'm sure it won't last long on me, but if he's going to rip clothes off me I want them to be ones I don't care about." She gave me a sly wink.

There was an awkward silence, he was due any minute. She said, "oh, I'll tell you about my nipples, at least until he comes. So, he loves your girlfriend's nipples, always has. By love, I mean he loves giving attention to them, rough, hard, painful attention. So, as he was fucking me ass and zapping me with that goddamn shocker he first put clothespins on my nipples. Oh, and he made me go down to the hotel desk and ask for them. The lady behind the counter just smirked, she knew why I wanted them."

"So he's fucking my ass and shocking me. The pins were biting my nipples hard. He knew I like that when I cum. My hands were cuffed behind me the whole time since you didn't leave the key, bastard."

"Sorry," I said sympathetically.

"It's ok, he actually liked it. He liked that I was at his total mercy that way, it worked out. I couldn't cum because I couldn't touch my pussy. He likes me to cum, I think just to make him feel more manly. So he fingered me. When I'd get close to orgasm he'd shock the shit out of me and I'd scream. He'd laugh. Then he'd do it again and laugh. He kept me on edge for so fucking long. My nipples were aching, as he wanted. He was always into nipple torture type things and you know how sensitive mine are."

Suddenly we heard a car coming. I was crestfallen, I wanted to hear the story. Luckily it wasn't Jake. She continued, "so after he got off in my ass he put me on my knees, hands still behind me. He fingered me and fucked me with his fingers. He got me good and wet and SO on edge. I guess the clothespins weren't enough for him so he yanked them off of me. That made me scream and wail like a banshee. It just made him smirk. He took that fucking remote thingy, it's like a garage door opener but it has two prongs on it. He started shocking my fucking nipples. He laughed while I screamed and danced away from it. Then he went back to finger fucking me and playing with my clit. I was soaking his hand at that point. He saw how it was affecting me. He got up and got something. It was a plastic pointer thing, like a conductor's baton or something. He had an evil grin on his face. I knew I was in trouble.

He made me stick my chest out even more. My nipples were already on fire but they were hard as diamonds. He stood to the side of me and brought that baton thingy down with a whoosh. It hit right on my nipple! I swear I saw stars, then he did it again to the other one, back and forth. He whipped my nipples until...well...you see how red they are...I think this one bled," she pouted.

"Mother fucker..." I hissed.

"Then, he got back down and expertly worked my pussy up again, this time he let me cum, I started to cum so fucking hard, baby. Just when I went over the edge, he stuck that fucking shocker thing on my pussy lips and jolted me. I swear I saw blue smoke in my brain, I lost it, I came over and over and over on his hand. I'd never felt anything like it. I couldn't stop."

"Wow," I said, wide eyed.

"I know, I didn't even know that was possible," she grinned. "Oops, here he comes, I'll see you...sometime. Believe me, I do love you, too."

She left. I saw her walk down the drive in her sexy heels. I saw them talking through the window. Apparently, he wasn't happy. I saw her shed her clothes for him. He made her stand there for a minute before he let her in. They drove off, her clothes still in a pile on the sidewalk. Sadly, I went to retrieve them. At the moment I wondered if I'd see her again. I figured I would, but maybe not like I wanted.

{Part 10, the conclusion, on the way}



Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 10



I knew it had been a test. He'd sent her back home to me, just to see if she'd stay. He wanted to see where her mind was at. Was it all just another quick stab at fantasy, or was it something more? I think he found out what he wanted. No doubt it emboldened him to use her more and in ways he'd only imagined he could since they'd been apart.

Every other thing she'd done took a backseat. I didn't think much about Dave the mechanic fucking her again. I didn't care about Reed, the black guy, Phil the neighbor, or even Greg. I saw Greg a few times at work, I barely acknowledged him. I guess the fact that she wasn't with me now meant it didn't matter if I gave him the cold shoulder. I no longer had to fake being nice. I was betting he'd texted her repeatedly since fucking her at our football party but I guessed he wasn't getting an answer. I hadn't heard from her for two days now, since she came back home to pick up some things on Sunday. I'd called, texted, but got no answers.

Tuesday evening I was trying to deaden my nerves with some wine. I was staring out the kitchen window. Phil, the neighbor who had "blackmailed" Bree into sucking him was out in his yard. I'm guessing he was looking for her, hoping to catch a glimpse and perhaps repeat the events of the other night. "No such luck, pal," I thought, taking a big gulp of Cabernet.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and read the text.

"Hey dude. Amazing the things she's told me. I'm impressed you went along with so much. Don't bother texting back I'm not into chatting with dudes. But, for her sake, I wanted you to know that based on what she's told me, she just "set a record" for blowjobs in a night. I'm surprised she even told you those kinds of things."

He was right, he didn't answer me when I asked for more information. An hour later he sent me a picture. It was her. She had a chain attached to a collar around her neck. She had on a pendant, it said, "slut" in silver letters. Her face was coated with cum and spit. She had a dream-like look in her eyes, it was that, mixed with inebriation, I guessed.

I remembered back to her story about the fraternity party she'd attended in college. The one where she sucked off 3 guys at night, then three more in the morning. I wondered if that was the "record" he spoke of. 

Suddenly the phone rang, it was Bree.

She sounded giddy, and more than a little drunk. "He gave me my phone back...as a reward," she giggled.

"A reward for what?" I asked.

"For being a good girl," she snickered, "well, a very bad girl, which for him, is good."

"Are you ok? I haven't heard from you in days. Are you safe?  I love you!" I yammered, not knowing how long I had with her.

I heard her chuckle, "I'm ok, I'm safe....as one can be in this type of situation."

"What happened, your face is a mess!"

"Yeah....that sort of thing happens when one sucks a lot of cock," she drunkely laughed.

"Wow, I thought you were with him!"

"I am, or was...listen, I never know how long he'll allow me to use the phone, I'll just tell you. He has gotten my ass more since you gave me to him then I think you've had my ass since we've been together."

I winced at that thought. 

"But, even HE gets tired sometimes. I told you before he made me tell him all the things I've done and fantasized about. They are the same things I've told you. He already knew I love sucking cock. Well, this afternoon he told me he was taking me out. Now, I thought "taking me out," meant for dinner or something. Do you realize I have only been outside of that hotel room when it had something to do with him using me? Anyway, he "took me out" as he called it. He made me wear my leather mini skirt and that white blouse which, without a bra is basically see through. He put on the collar, which is in the picture he sent you. He did send you that picture, right? Oh, right, you saw it, and all the cum...." she giggled. She was drunk and cracking herself up.

"He had a leash, he clipped in on me. He walked me out of the hotel like that, baby. He walked me right past the desk, past the same old biddy that I had to ask for the clothespins, she gave me a sly smile. I think she might be into this type of thing as well. We gave quite a few businessmen a good show. They all know that I'm a slave to him, now. He threatened to send me to the hotel bar sometime and show some of them I'm not a tease."

"Oh god," I muttered.

"Don't worry, he hasn't done it yet, but, maybe you should worry about where he was taking me. The whole time he kept pressing me on how much I loved sucking cock. Fuck, he was making me tell him about the frat boys, about all the guys I've sucked, or even wanted to. He even knows I sucked our neighbor the other day. He seemed impressed that I loved it so much.  We pulled into a dark, seedy looking strip mall. He said, "I want you to prove that you aren't just a big talker." I promised him I'd prove it, however he wanted."

"He said, "yes you will," so firmly it scared and thrilled me, all at the same time.  He let me towards one of the stores. It was a bookstore. You know the kind. I'm betting you've been here before, being the perv you are. You've been to Al's adult emporium" before haven't you?"

"Um, yes," I said hesitatingly. It was a dirty adult bookstore, I'd watched the videos and picked up several of our sex toys there.

"Ever had your dick sucked there by some sexy woman who loved sucking cock?"

"Hell no," I said. "Most of the time there are just gay guys in there."

She giggled, "there didn't seem to be any in there tonight."

"Fuck," I said, "fuck, fuck, fuck. What happened?"

She hesitated, then continued. Jake is watching me tell you this, he's smiling. I think he likes me telling you what I did.  So, he walks me in just like I said. I'm in a mini skirt, no panties, a see through top and he's leading me with a leash attached to a collar."

I heard her cough, repeatedly. "Sorry, got a hair in my throat," she giggled. I heard someone, probably Jake in the background tell her he didn't have all day. I heard her placate him.

"Sorry, he's gone for now, anyway, he led me back to one of the booths. You and I have talked about this all before. We both like the idea, but I know we both think all the stories about it are cliche and overdone."

"Yes, but..?"

She giggled again, "I guess it doesn't seem so cliche when you're the one doing it. He made me get on my knees. There was a big hole in the wall in front of me, actually one behind me too. Jake's a bastard, I told you that, right?" she chuckled. "So, it's not enough to make me suck some cock....it has to be his way, in the most sexual and humiliating way possible, right? So he put me on my knees. He made me take everything off and kneel on it. I'm naked, with just the collar and leash. He opened the door. I felt the air rush over my nakedness. Out of the corner of my eye I saw at least several guys walk by. Jake was holding the door open for that purpose. I heard some murmurs of appreciation. It was his way of advertising what they could have."

"Are you hard, baby? Are you hard hearing me tell you this?"

"I am," I choked. Surprised as I was by it, I was.

"Good, so I heard Jake talking to people outside, he'd closed the door. After the discussion was over he popped his head in and said, "I'll be back later!"

"Fuck, he left me there. At least he locked the door. But, I was on my knees, naked and right in front of the glory hole.  I heard a guy enter the other room. I saw an eye through the opening. The guy gruffly said, "give me the leash, bitch."  I knew it was Jake's idea. I fed the leash through the hole. Instantly, the guy yanked the leash so that my face was right up against the hole. His cock instantly brushed my cheek. I couldn't avoid it, he was giving me no slack. I sucked on it immediately.  He worked it in rhythm so that he pulled on the leash to pull me all the way onto his cock. He fucked my mouth like that. He gave it one last yank and held me tight on his cock as he shot it straight down my throat."

"I was still coughing when the next guy in the booth pulled on my leash and repeated the throat fucking. Fuck, guy after guy did that to me, baby."

"Fuck," I moaned. "Are you....ok?"

"Never been better," she said proudly. "I think it was ten. I think I set a new record," she giggled. "When Jake got back I heard him loudly ask if there was anyone left who wanted to dump a load in the slut's mouth. I heard guys saying they'd already been "up" twice already, so I think I drained them all, including the guy that works the counter. Jake let me out, he carried my clothes. He let them all get good looks at the naked slut that just sucked them all off. Some of them got pictures of me all coated in their cum."

"Wow."

"I know, I know it's a lot for you, but it was something he knew I could do. He wanted me to do it, so I did it, just because he wanted me to. I think he's resting up for the next thing. God, I hope he gives my ass a rest. Do you know he still hasn't fucked my pussy yet? He keeps me creamy and horny for it all the time, but he won't give it to me. I need it. Gotta go! TTYL!"

Two more days passed. It was Thursday morning. I hoped she had been right about him leaving on Friday. I hoped beyond hope that somehow, at the end of this time, she'd return home, to me. I had no reason to think so, but I still did. I noticed I'd gotten an email over night. I opened it.

"Wow, man. This week has been great. I'm glad B came to her senses and realized what she needed. I'm glad that you knew it as well. So, thank you for that. What a week so far. Do you realize I haven't had to pay for shit since I got here? Just thought you might enjoy this. Call it a "going away gift." So. the concierge and I worked out a deal where my room is paid for. He'd eyed B since she got here. She hasn't been out of the room all that much but I know they have security cameras in all the halls and I make her get ice or drinks in the hallway, always naked, of course. I'm sure he's seen all of those. All I had to do was send the slut down when his shift was over and bam, the room was paid for. I laugh because he only asked for one time, hell, I'd have sent her down daily, if that's what it took to get a free room."

"I'm pretty sure you saw her nipples pierced, oh yeah, I sent her "home" that one day so you saw them. Well, she paid for that one too, he blew a big load in her slut mouth right in front of all his other customers.

I haven't paid for a drink at the hotel bar the whole week either. Either she's in there having people buying her drinks or she's earning mine. She's a hit down there, for sure. She doesn't have a thing with her that doesn't show her fucking titties or flash a lot of ass or pussy, I don't let her wear panties down there either.  She has a lot of repeat "customers" from the businessmen who've been here all week.  Usually the guys just buy her drinks just to get a good, close look at her goods, which she can't really hide in those outfits. She gets them on the hook for me and has them buy me something, like champagne, and she has it sent to the room for me. 

Anyway, it works out for everyone, she gets free drinks, I get free drinks, and they get good looks. So, last night I'm feeling like I want some whiskey. I tell her to earn me a bottle. I smacked her ass good first, got it really red, then I sent her down. No reason really, I just love keeping that ass red. I think you missed out there man, she fucking loves that shit. So, funny story. I'm up here, thinking about how I can work that body over again and she's down trying to "earn" my whiskey. She texted me and told me she was having trouble, her "regulars" were at a night meeting or conference or whatever. I told her that I didn't give a shit, that if I didn't have that whiskey in a half hour I'd whore her out to anyone there for a dollar. Yes, I'd do it. What the fuck do I care? I'd even make the whore give them the dollar back if they asked.

She came upstairs with like one minute to go before I was going to go down there and make her do something good. She had a bottle of whiskey in her hand. She said, "the bartender gave to me." I asked what the bartender got, in return. She gave me that sexy smile and said, "Nothing yet. He closes at 2am. Do you want me to go back at 2 and ask him what he wants?"

Needless to say, I'm fast asleep after working her over again and she came stumbling in around 4am. Guess she finally managed to get that pussy fucked. I made her clean up before I let her get in bed. Then, I just warmed that ass up again, just because I could. Even when I get her crying from it she thanks me for it after. I missed that about her.

Like I said, magical week, man. I'm leaving tomorrow. I hope things work out for you. I imagine she'll send for her things someday. Fuck, I just told her to forget it. Anything she needs in Seattle I can just make her work for it!

My heart dropped. It was nearly over. He was taking her back to Seattle. She'd be gone from my life forever. My repeated calls to her got unanswered.  The next day, fateful Friday, I checked the flights to Seattle, the last one was leaving at 10:30pm. I was pretty sure that was his, well, their flight. I thought of showing up at the airport and professing my love to her but I knew it was pointless. She had the choice to make, not me. 10:30 came and went. I was in and out of sleep, constantly waking with anxiety and dread. 

I got a text which hardly interrupted my sleep. It was 3:30am. It was from her phone. It was a picture of her. She was topless. There were hands on her tits. They were black hands. There also were hands holding hers behind her back. Her head was tilted back, her mouth was open in a gasp. Guys were surrounding her. It was more than a couple. I checked the time on it just to make sure. I wondered if somehow it was one from the night she went to Barkely's and brought Reed home and fucked him in the driveway. If it was, there was a lot about the night she hadn't told me. But, the text was new. I couldn't recognize the place but maybe it was just Jake's way of tormenting me, maybe he'd just found her phone and the picture and decided I needed to see how slutty she really was.

Idiotically, I found myself hard. Even in my depressed state, seeing her like that made me hard. It was an automatic state for me. I realized I loved it as much as she did. It was something in my nature to enjoy her exploits. Now, though, I'd come to the realization too late, she was gone. I tried to sleep again. I woke up early, 5:30. I just gave up and made some coffee. I was sitting on my chair, reflecting. It was the chair where she'd sucked me off too many times to count. It was also the chair she sucked Greg's cock. All the recent episodes flooded my memory, I was in a weird state of sadness and arousal. Then, I got call.

"How much do you love me?"

It was from Bree. I answered quickly, "more than anything!"

"I know you do, baby. Listen. Thank you for letting me go and experience what we both knew I needed..."

I started to respond but she shushed me. "...I just....you know...want to make sure you understand me. I needed this from Jake. I needed it to quench that desire in me for it. You needed it, to see what I'm really like. This is what I'm really like, baby," she said softly. "So, I guess what I'm asking is....do you really love me? Do you want to be with me? Do you want me even though this IS who I am?"

"Yes, yes, and yes!" I said, nearly screaming into the phone.

"Good, can I come home?"

"PLEASE!" I responded.

"What should I expect when I get home? Are you going to be mad? Are you going to hold everything against me or are you going to fuck me like the slut I am?"

"Truthfully, I'm so fucking hard right now," I admitted. "I've been up for awhile, thinking about all the things you've done."

"Ok. So if I promise to come home you promise that you'll accept me for what I am, and treat me accordingly?"

"I will!" 

"That means everything to me, baby," she cooed. "Listen....I'll be there in a few minutes....I'm uh...going to be messy...is that going to be a problem?"

I grinned into the phone. "Has it ever been a problem for me?"

She giggled, "no, but um...well, you'll see. I want you to promise me you'll fuck my pussy good, though, even if I cry about how sore it is."

I couldn't wait. A little while later she got dumped off in our driveway. Literally. A car pulled up with tinted windows. A white guy stepped out, pulled her out of the car, she was naked, of course. He yanked her so hard she stumbled into the grass. He just laughed, got in the car and drove away. She got up and staggered towards the front door. I thought of Phil, I hoped he was up early.  I pulled her inside and kissed her deeply. She smelled of sex, alcohol and smoke. It seemed to come from every pore.

She stepped back so I could examine her fully. Her hair was crusty and caked with cum. It was dried on her chest, her chin, cheek, on her back, and even down her legs. On her lower back there was a Spade marking, about two inches tall, I hoped it was just magic marker.

"What the fuck happened?" I asked in wonder.

"I thought you weren't going to be mad," she pouted.

"I'm not mad, just...shocked a little, what happened? I thought you were in Seattle with Jake. I thought you left me. Now, you are here like this at 6 in the morning. I just want to hear the story."

She grinned. She made me sit in my chair. She sat on the couch across from me. Her legs opened. Her pussy lips looked inflamed and puffy. She absentmindedly started stroking herself.

"Jake wanted me to go with him. I didn't. Why? Because I love you. I want to be with YOU. You are my true love, not him. Can that man use me? Fuck, he can, and did. I think it proved something to all of us. It proved to me that I crave, desire, lust for, totally fucking need that. It proved to Jake that even though I need it, it doesn't mean I can stand the guy for any length of time. And, it proved to you that even though I need those things, I still need to be with you above all else."

"Wow, that means everything," I said. I found myself stroking my cock through my pajama bottoms.

"So, enough about Jake," she purred. Her finger was between her pussy lips, it was glistening. "I'd told him more than once during the week that I was not going with him. He didn't believe me. Everything that he "made" me do made him think I couldn't live without him. I don't know what he told you, but he had me busy..."

"He did tell me some things," I admitted. "But I'll want to hear it all."

"I know, you'll hear it all. But for now, sit back and let me tell you about tonight. So, he packed his bag and finally he was convinced I wasn't coming with him. He was pissed. He swore at me up and down, called me every name in the book. But, funny thing about Jake, even though he abuses me sexually, he never once hit me or even threatened to be violent. Finally, he just smirked and told me to, "fuck off." After he thought about it for moment he said, "are you willing to do one more thing for me?"

I asked him what it was, if it was sexual, I was going to, he still had that on me. He said that I'd surprised him in all of this but that the biggest surprise was that I professed to now loving black cock. I told him what I've told you, that I love all cock, but that I've discovered I have do have a little "taste" for black cock now. He just sneered. He's kind of a racist, as I've said. I didn't think that thought got him off at all, but he surprised me. Though, maybe he just wanted to punish me some more. But, he told me to "wait here."

Where was I going to go? I had no clothes that I could "decently" wear out, I didn't have a car, or money. I was still at his mercy. I could've called you, of course, but I was still his. I guess I felt I still owed him this after what he'd put me through, what he'd given me. Do you realize the whole week he never fucked my pussy? He only had my ass and my mouth, though it was more times than I can count. He told me he didn't want that "dirty pussy" after a black guy had it, meaning Reed, from that last time. Secretly though, I suspected he just wanted that as an excuse to torture me, knowing how much I love it, how much I need it. It kept me in a constant state of creamy arousal, which I'm sure was his goal.




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 10



He came back a few minutes later. He had me put on the Queen of Spades shirt, which now was in tatters. He "let" me put on a thong and my sandals, that was it. He made me leave the rest of my stuff in the room. He locked it up, he was leaving, he'd checked out of the room, luckily I was able to grab my purse on the way out, my phone was in it, thankfully. He pulled me down the hall like that, it was evening, around 9 O'clock, there were lots of people in the halls. It was all men. They were all part of the convention that Jake was in town for. They got a look at your slut being pulled into the elevator. He pulled me out and led me to the last room of the hall.  He knocked on the door and a young black guy opened the door. He was just wearing pants. He had tattoos all over. He reminded me of Snoop Dogg. Jake pushed me in. That was the last I saw of Jake."

I was fully hard now and stroking myself more purposefully, listening to her story.

"Silly boy! Stop that! You need to wait until the story is over to fuck my pussy. I want you hard and ready. You are NOT cumming early. She fished the handcuffs out of her purse. "Can I cuff you, sir?" She asked with a shy grin. "I know these are meant for me, but until I finish the story, can I cuff your hands behind the chair so that you can't touch yourself? I promise to let you fuck me so good, after," she mewed hopefully.

I couldn't resist. She retrieved one of our kitchen chairs and put it in the middle of the room. She made me sit in it. She cuffed my hands behind me, behind the chair. She stood in front of me, naked, fully used. She teased me with her tits by putting her nipples right in front of my face. I wanted to chew on those pierced nipples so badly. She turned around and bent over, showing me all the hand prints, red marks and bruises on her ass.

"Yes, I got spanked again, hard. They knew how to treat a little slut like me," she smiled wickedly.

"They?" I asked as my cock jumped.

"Shhh, just listen. So the door closed behind me. There were three guys, all black. I recognized the young guy at the door as one of the valets from outside. I knew he'd seen me in full slut mode before, I think it was when Jake took me out to the bookstore. Obviously Jake worked something out with him. The other two guys were older. They were both thick, heavy set. They looked like bouncers, or at least former football players, they were well muscled for sure. They were probably just a few years past their athletic prime, their stomachs were big, round.

"Glad to see you could make it," said "Snoop." I found out later they just called him "TJ." He told me what Jake had done. He told me Jake had offered me to him for some cash. 

TJ said, "but get this, your dude asked how much money I had on me and I said about 200$ and your man just said, "fuck, that's way too much for the whore. I just need $50 to pay for my drinks on the plane." TJ laughed. "That was it, he only accepted 50 from me and told me I could get a couple friends if I wanted, but only if they were black. So, let me introduce Rob and James. "

I curtsied. I didn't know what a slut was supposed to do when she's offered to strangers. They just laughed at your slut. Rob patted the bed and I sat down. They instantly had their hands on me, stripping me all together. TJ took a picture of me with their hands all over me, that's the one I sent you. I didn't have time to comment or tell you what I was doing. I wanted to. TJ pushed me back on the bed when I was naked, all I had on were my slut sandals. He told me to spread my legs. I did. They could all see I was so fucking wet already.

TJ said, "It's my $50, I get that pussy first." He climbed on me and slid his long, thin cock into me while the others laughed. He fucked your whore good and hard, he wanted his $50 bucks worth at least. The other two came around and played with my tits and pulled my nipples, which you know were still sore from being pierced. I think they liked hearing me groan."

I was rock hard and squirming in the chair at this point. She was now in my recliner, legs open, sliding her wet fingers over her pussy while she talked. She smiled at my obvious discomfort.

"TJ blew his load in your slut, honey. He came so much. You know how young guys are with this pussy," she giggled. Rod wanted some head, so he sat on the edge of the bed and made me kneel in front of him. He had a thick, meaty cock with a huge cockhead. I had to work hard to get much of it in my mouth. The other two just called me names as I sucked on that monster. I could barely fit my hands around it. Jimmy got bored having to be last so he got behind me and spanked my ass hard while I blew his friend. This got them all going, including me, of course. Rob had me climb onto his cock like that, on the edge of the bed, and ride his big cock. He really split me open. I'm sure my eyes were rolled back in my head. Just think, not too long ago I'd never had black cock, now I was getting gang banged by three of them and I'd only met them a few minutes ago.

Jake was getting me for not going with him, but in a way he knew would be both humiliating, and fulfilling. God, I was filled, for sure. Rob blew his cum in me too, to mix with TJ's. Jimmy wanted it bad but as sloppy as my pussy was he wasn't going near it. I offered him my ass. I lubed his cock up with their cum and he guided it into me. He had the perfect size for ass fucking, not so big that I couldn't enjoy it, but big enough so that I knew that I was getting ass fucked and what a dirty slut I was. This drove the other two guys wild, watching me on all fours on the edge of the bed while their friend stood at the end of the bed and rudely fucked me in my ass. He was spanker, he kept my cheeks burning as he fucked me. It got especially red as he came in me.

See baby? Those are mostly marks from him, she smiled as she bent over, spread her cheeks and teased me with it." 

I could see her pussy lips, I could tell what a workout it had been through.

"They'd all cum once in me and I was laying on the bed, dripping their cum out of me. I was panting, sweating. I've never been gangbanged before, baby, you know that. The most cock I've ever taken like that in a night is two, and one of them was always yours. I had just become a gangbang slut.  A BLACK gangbang slut, even."

"Did you like it?" I panted as she bent and taunted me with her charms.

"I'm not finished," she playfully chided. "So, TJ said, I guess you are worth the $50 bucks," as the others laughed. I knew I was blushing, every part of me felt red and flushed, not just my ass. So they were all just sitting around, smoking dope, I had some hits. I asked TJ if that's all Jake said.

He told me, "naw, I gave him the 50, and he told me to get the friends. But, he also said, "look, I don't care what you do with her, just do me a favor. When you are done, drop her off at this address." He showed me a piece of paper with our address on it.

He was giving me back to you. The guys were all buzzed now, and limp. They'd already stretched me out.

TJ said, "so I guess one of us has to drop you off now."

I asked him, didn't Jake say "when you are done?" He looked at me with surprise. I crawled to him and started to suck on his limp cock. He was hard again in minutes. I asked him where he wanted to shoot his cum this time. He wanted my pussy again. Before, he'd said it was so fucking tight, I wondered if he thought so after Rob getting it. He gave it to me good, baby. I think it spurred him on even more knowing that I was actually begging for more. He just thought they were only going to get me once. He filled me for the second time.

Jimmy had gotten hard watching. He grinned at the others. He stood me up and pushed me against the sliding glass door to the balcony. He fucked me right up against the glass, standing up, mashing my tits against the glass as he fucked me. I guess he didn't care so much about all the cum in my pussy this time. He added his load. The guys kept telling me what a fucking slut I was at being able to take so much black cock. I asked them, "didn't you see that T shirt I had on? Queen of Spades? Tonight, I am.

That made them laugh as well as got them fired up. That's when TJ took the marker and drew the Spade on my lower back. He said he knew a tattoo guy if I wanted it to be permanent. Rob wasn't quite hard again. I sucked and licked him, furiously trying to get him up. I finally did, after sucking his balls and licking all the way up his taint. He is so thick that I just had him lay on his back and I slowly milked that huge thing with my pussy. I could hear the other two taking photos or videos of me. I knew it was their souvenir for their time with me."

"Fuck," I moaned. My cock was threatening to burst, without even being touched. She was driving me crazy.

She licked her slick fingers for me and continued. So Rob naturally filled me up and I collapsed on the bed. I was totally worked over. I had all that cum in me, my ass was red and worn out. They were all dressed. I didn't even really have clothes, just the ripped up shirt and my thong and shoes. They were "done," they'd each cum in me twice.

"Is one of you driving me home?" I asked. They kind of hemmed and hawed. Finally, TJ said, "um, about that. Listen, we weren't even supposed to have this room, your man set this up with the concierge. He said you'd pay for it."

"Pay for it?" I asked. "I don't even have money on me, how do you expect me to pay for it?" 

They all just smirked at me and left me there, on the bed, oozing their loads. They treated me like the slut I am, then just left."

"Wow," I muttered. Her hand was now working her clit more furiously.

"I knew Jake's mind. I knew what he'd been thinking. I called down to the concierge. He's the one that fucked me for Jake's room payment. He told you about that, right?  I told him my "predicament." 

He brought up a robe for me. I worked out my payment. I bent over the edge of the bed as he spit on his hand. He stuck his cock up my ass, baby. My ass had to pay for the room. He'd wanted my ass since he first saw it, he said. He obviously did, he worked my ass hard. I've been fucked in the ass so much lately that it just feels like a second pussy," she giggled.

I was so turned on I couldn't stand it but I couldn't reach my cock. She saw my discomfort turning to pain. She seductively crawled over to me. I watched her incredible ass sway the whole way, that ass that now has been repeatedly fucked. I knew that in the future I would make sure I'd take care of that ass as well. She stuck my cock in her mouth and I groaned. It was from pleasure as well as frustration. It felt awesome, having her mouth on me again, but, I also didn't want to shoot without giving it to her pussy, as we both wanted.

She pulled off of me. "He's the guy who dropped me off, baby. You saw the guy that blew his load in my ass an hour ago. He told me to come back anytime, that we could make a lot of money together if I wanted to."

She felt my cock twitch. "Does that turn you on, baby?" She cooed. "That I could be a hotel whore? I guess I am a whore already, I fucked him for both rooms, and I let those business guys see my goods, and most of them got to touch me, too. I was finger fucked in that hotel bar more than once, just to get my drinks. Do you like that? Do you like me having to earn money and things with my body?"

She knew I did. We'd talked about her "paying" for things like repairs, pizza, maintenance, etc. We both loved the "whore" fantasy.

"I do, baby. You know I do. I can't believe he whored you out for $50 to three black guys..." I said, groaning while she sucked my cock. She had to stop and squeeze the head often, to keep me from going over the edge.

"Oh, baby. I know, it was just to humiliate me. He cared less about the money. It was about the use. I need that, you know it, I know it. Let's make it happen, together."

"I'm so glad you're home," I panted.

"I can see that," she giggled. She unlocked the cuffs and led me to bed. 

She laid on the bed with her legs spread wide, wet, and waiting. She invited me in. I fucked her like a madman. I could feel that it was well fucked and stretched. She moaned as I fucked her. I could tell it was sore. She whimpered a few times when I'd hit certain spots. I remembered her telling me to ignore her soreness. She wanted me to make her remember why she was sore. She wanted to feel it and remember it.

I was riding her from behind when she sensed me getting close. She kept urging me on. " I'm a gangbang slut now, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel what they did to my pussy? I'm glad you gave me away like that. You surprised me. You made me feel the things I've wanted to feel for so long. I owe you that. I want you to make sure I'm always busy like that."

"You loved being a sexual toy didn't you?" I grunted, my balls were boiling.

"I did, and I do. I'm just a toy, just a plaything for whoever we decide I should be...."

With that thought I erupted into her. My cum mixed with all the rest. She was a sloppy, wonderful mess.  After grinding, pawing and kissing each other for awhile she fell asleep on top of me. She was back.

When I returned from work the next day she met me at the door with just her nightie. It looked like she hadn't changed all day. I was right. She'd slept in until early afternoon. She met me with the shy, sexy smile I knew so well. She had something to tell me.

She kissed me and in a husky voice said, "sorry baby, I had to take care of some unfinished business. I looked out the kitchen window. I saw Phil's face in his kitchen, looking towards us. She giggled, "yep, he wondered where I'd been so long. He thought I was lying about making good on my promise. You can smell him on me, can't you? I was true to my word."

"You sucked him off, you little slut?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes, he let me do it through the fence this time, he just took out his cock and slid it through and I sucked him off like that. It's so short I could barely even get the head in my mouth, but it didn't matter, he didn't last a minute anyway."

She and I sat down and began to talk. She said she was now done with Phil, at least unless I wanted something more out of it. She said she wants to make sure "we" have her sucking a lot of cocks just not ones so small, hopefully. I had to agree, the girl does love sucking cock and I love hearing about it and seeing the results.

"We need to discuss a few things," she said shyly. "I'm with you. I want that to continue. But, as we both know, we need to work out how that'll work if...you know...I have those other needs." She watched for my reaction. I was listening. "So, what about the whore fantasy?" 

"Hot," I agreed. "I loved the things you did this week, how you had to pay for things with that hot body. I think we really need to pursue that. We need to come up with ways to make that happen. I know we've already talked about some of those."

"Me too, we need to make sure that happens, on a regular basis. But, I want you to be in charge of that. I want you to make that happen. I might get some opportunities, like last night, of course, and if I do I'll include you in it. But, you can be in charge of that. If I'm going to be a whore for it, I want you to be the pimp."

"I can do that," I grinned. "There certainly are a lot of things that need to be fixed around the house (like the basement), the cars always need expensive repairs, and, we have lots of food we need delivered here...." I smiled. "Those things cost money. I had a thought, in that vein."

"Really, what is it?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Well, it's more of a rule..."

"Oooh, I like rules.....tell me...."

"I had the idea, since we've talked about the whore thing, or you paying for things with your body. This one applies to mostly food delivery to our house, though I'm sure it could be expanded with some modification. But, I was fantasizing about us having a rule for food delivery."

"Mmm, I like it so far," she cooed.

"The rule would be that you'd meet the guy at the door every time. Well, hopefully it's a guy..."

"You don't think it'd work with a woman?" She chuckled.

"For most, no. Though if it did, it'd be AWESOME," I laughed. "But, the rule....you meet the guy at the door every time. I'll be out of sight. Every time you are going to be prepared by choosing an outfit that you know is inappropriate in public. It could be lingerie, a loose robe, just something that you know will bug his eyes out. Then, don't ever bring your purse or money to the door. Make sure that every time you have to walk back to the kitchen to get it because "you forgot." Maybe even walk around the living room looking for your purse."

"The idea being it gives him time to look at me, got it. But, is it a rule or a suggestion, do I search for my purse or do I put it in the kitchen?" She said lustfully.

She was telling me to take charge, to be the one who decides. "Yes, put it in the kitchen, BUT, look for it in the living room first."

"Ok," she mewed meekly. 

"Then, no matter what the guy looks like, before he leaves you need to see if you can get the stuff for free. You need to see if you can get him to "work it out."

"What should I do to work it out?" She asked, almost purring now.

"The rule is that you need to make the offer, however that comes up. Sometimes he might just give it to you for giving him the original show, who knows. You might get it free if you show him your tits. You might have to suck his cock...the rule is you present it to him, let him look, make the offer, then follow through."

"Mmm, I know that would work, too. You know I have all sorts of eye popping outfits. But, shouldn't you have me topless or something, something embarrassing? I can act like he caught me coming out of the shower or something."

"I suppose," I said. "But that seems too obvious. I like him seeing you first, without actually SEEING you, then it sort of builds naturally."

"I suppose. But, I think most of the delivery guys we've had are young and inexperienced, I think subtlety might be too much for them."

"You could be right. Ok, how about this? You pick out one of your mind blowing, teasing slut outfits. You do the, "can't find my purse" dance. Then, sometime before he leaves this house he gets to see your tits."

"Mmm, how?"

"However you have to. The rule is the guy always sees ALL of your tits, every time. Then comes the "offer," I actually think it'd help cement things."

"Yeah, that'd probably do it," she giggled.

Her eyes sparkled, I could tell she liked giving that task to me. She lowered her eyes for a second, she was gathering her thoughts.

"Ok, I guess then, the big one is this. You know what I'm like. You know what I need and, you know I can't go without it. How do we make it happen...on a more permanent basis?"

It sounded more like a statment than a question. I thought she'd already considered something. I was right.

"Let's do this right," she begged. "I need to be a toy, just like it's been with Greg, and Jake. My need for it is obvious. But, I think the biggest question in this is you. I could beg YOU to be the one to use me, but you know we've discussed this. It isn't your true nature. I love when you use me how you do, fuck me rough, or tender, but the real sexual use is something else. For me, that takes a stranger, or at least someone I'm not living with and loving."

"I know, you said that before," I said, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.

"So, I think we've both learned that you are my love, the one I want to BE with, but not the one for....that. I think you might have even learned something about yourself. I've noticed how much you enjoy what's happened to me and that I think you get off more from the voyeuristic aspects of what's happening to me than fucking me. Am I right?"




Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 10



"I've certainly been surprised how much I love hearing about it, seeing some of it, experiencing it through you, yes. I do love fucking you, in every way, though. I don't want that ever to stop."

"Me either," she grinned. "You are the best lover I've ever had. The highlight of my sex life is doing whatever it is I do, then coming home and sharing it with you. Even something like last night, getting gangbanged. It made the night when I got to tell you about it and get you off, too. It would be incomplete for me without that. I realized that with Jake. I loved the use...." she said, her eyes wandering off into lust. "I fucking loved it." But, I wanted to share it with you every time. I wanted to call you and tell you what he just did to me, how it felt, how I couldn't wait to tell you and then get you off."

"I'm glad," I admitted. I'd feared that I'd never have that again.

"So, I think I'm accurate when I say that you need or want this as much as I do."

I just nodded. I just wanted her, and anything that came with her.

"So. Here's an idea I have, I'm not sure if you'll like it. You may even hate it," she said almost apologetically.

"What is it?"

"Ok. Here goes," she sighed. "We're together. You and I, I want that."

"Me too."

"So with this need I have to be someone's toy, they need to be able to have me without restriction. I don't mean NO restriction, obviously there are some limits, as we've talked about. But I mean mostly they shouldn't be restricted by time, location...." she said eyeing me hopefully.

"Ok?" I said, wondering where it was leading.

"I'm saying you shouldn't be physically in the way. I don't mean that in a hurtful way. I just mean that they shouldn't have to worry about you, where you are, this house, getting me "home" a certain time, that sort of thing."

She saw my puzzled expression. "For example, Greg. Think of how many times and ways he might use me if he didn't have to worry about you." She saw that confused me more. "Think about it. If he didn't have to sneak around, get me back home, or worry about you the next day what do you think he'd have done with me already? You see? I kind of blamed him for not being creative enough in my use, but what if it's mostly because his hands were tied...." she giggled at her own joke. "...When we both know it's MY hands that should be tied!" She laughed.

"Ah, how in the world can that happen though, if you want to stay together?"

She was ready to spill it. "Ok, first. We're a couple. Between us, we're girlfriend and boyfriend and yes, when the time is right, I WILL marry you like I've promised. But, to the outside world what if we acted like we were separated?"

"What?"

"Listen, silly. Nothing changes between us, we'll live just as we do now, just the people we may want to involve will think we've temporarily split."

"Wow, how in the world do we pull that off....and why?"

"You know I still take care of my mom's house since she died, right? What if I move some stuff in there, just enough clothes to make it look lived in."

"Ok?"

"Then, we get the word out that we've "temporarily" separated and that we are still friends, and "dating" but that we're "not sure about things." We'll say I've moved back home for now."

"Fuck, how are we boyfriend and girlfriend then?"

"Because we ARE," she said, frustrated. "I'm going to be here all the time, just like now, we're just going to SAY I'm living there!" She said, playfully stomping her foot.

"Oh," I said. "Well, that certainly sounds better."

"So, if someone knows that I'm single, and available....then they will be free to be the way they want to be."

"How would that work, though, exactly?" I wondered. "I mean, we're basically talking about Greg here."

"For the moment, yes, until he either shows us that he isn't capable of fulfilling our fantasies, or someone else better comes along."

"So at work, he finds out you are "single" and then pursues you like you are, you'll let him. Then, everyone at work knows he's dating your girlfriend."

"Ex girlfriend," she giggled.

"Right, but then everyone knows."

"Everyone will know he's dating your ex girlfriend. So what? We're split up. I think they'd just think he was a no account jerk for moving in so fast, and, they'd no doubt think I'm a slut for doing it...which I am, as you know," she grinned.

"But, this will basically be his test. Without having to worry about you, let's see how he uses me. Let's see if he can be creative and wicked enough to make us both satisfied. You know you want it. You see how worked up we both get for it. It's time we lived it. We'll be together baby, for it all. The only time I'll spend over there will be if he, or someone else demands it, if they need the time or space. It'll give them the ability to use me at their own pace. Plus, it's a big place, nice basement, woods in the back. Plenty of places to use a sex toy," she wickedly smirked.

She moved some stuff in the next day. By Friday everyone we knew had heard about our "breakup." She said she'd had a least a dozen calls from friends of mine (male friends) who all hoped she was ok and offered to help with "anything" she needed. I got mostly snide looks and whispers behind my back, as if I was the bad guy in the breakup. To ease my pain, though, she was fucking and sucking me pretty much daily in OUR home. Things were completely the same between us. She'd been right. By that night we were getting worked up for another adventure. With her freedom it didn't take long at all.

I saw her getting ready, she told me she had a "date." I knew who it would be with. She had on a slinky black dress, black heels, and some wicked red lipstick on. She said she was "going dancing," but that I shouldn't expect her to be home tonight. She was right. She spent the weekend at her mom's, mostly tied up in the basment. Greg wasn't as shy or creatively clueless as she'd first thought. She's since found out he's got a love of the belt and that he doesn'I saw her getting ready, she told me she had a "date." I knew who it would be with. She had on a slinky black dress, black heels, and some wicked red lipstick on. She said she was "going dancing," but that I shouldn't expect her to be home tonight. She was right. She spent the weekend at her mom's, mostly tied up in the basment. Greg wasn't as shy or creatively clueless as she'd first thought. She's since found out he's got a love of the belt and that he doesn't mind sharing. She was still mine even if only the two of us knew it.

She proved to me that she was committed to us. After this whole "experiment" I knew more than ever that we were meant to be. I'd been kidding myself. She loved who she was and what she was doing and even more importantly, I loved it, and needed it as much as she did. I proposed to her and she accepted. Almost instantly we both smiled at each other and knew it wouldn't be a conventional marriage. We discussed what that meant and came up with some interesting ideas and "rules" for each other's satisfaction. Perhaps it'll show up in story form someday.



{The end of the Briana series, future chapters are always possible, depending, but as stand-alone stories}