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}