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.