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}