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."