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.