Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 10

He came back a few minutes later. He had me put on the Queen of Spades shirt, which now was in tatters. He "let" me put on a thong and my sandals, that was it. He made me leave the rest of my stuff in the room. He locked it up, he was leaving, he'd checked out of the room, luckily I was able to grab my purse on the way out, my phone was in it, thankfully. He pulled me down the hall like that, it was evening, around 9 O'clock, there were lots of people in the halls. It was all men. They were all part of the convention that Jake was in town for. They got a look at your slut being pulled into the elevator. He pulled me out and led me to the last room of the hall. He knocked on the door and a young black guy opened the door. He was just wearing pants. He had tattoos all over. He reminded me of Snoop Dogg. Jake pushed me in. That was the last I saw of Jake."

I was fully hard now and stroking myself more purposefully, listening to her story.

"Silly boy! Stop that! You need to wait until the story is over to fuck my pussy. I want you hard and ready. You are NOT cumming early. She fished the handcuffs out of her purse. "Can I cuff you, sir?" She asked with a shy grin. "I know these are meant for me, but until I finish the story, can I cuff your hands behind the chair so that you can't touch yourself? I promise to let you fuck me so good, after," she mewed hopefully.

I couldn't resist. She retrieved one of our kitchen chairs and put it in the middle of the room. She made me sit in it. She cuffed my hands behind me, behind the chair. She stood in front of me, naked, fully used. She teased me with her tits by putting her nipples right in front of my face. I wanted to chew on those pierced nipples so badly. She turned around and bent over, showing me all the hand prints, red marks and bruises on her ass.

"Yes, I got spanked again, hard. They knew how to treat a little slut like me," she smiled wickedly.

"They?" I asked as my cock jumped.

"Shhh, just listen. So the door closed behind me. There were three guys, all black. I recognized the young guy at the door as one of the valets from outside. I knew he'd seen me in full slut mode before, I think it was when Jake took me out to the bookstore. Obviously Jake worked something out with him. The other two guys were older. They were both thick, heavy set. They looked like bouncers, or at least former football players, they were well muscled for sure. They were probably just a few years past their athletic prime, their stomachs were big, round.

"Glad to see you could make it," said "Snoop." I found out later they just called him "TJ." He told me what Jake had done. He told me Jake had offered me to him for some cash.

TJ said, "but get this, your dude asked how much money I had on me and I said about 200$ and your man just said, "fuck, that's way too much for the whore. I just need $50 to pay for my drinks on the plane." TJ laughed. "That was it, he only accepted 50 from me and told me I could get a couple friends if I wanted, but only if they were black. So, let me introduce Rob and James. "

I curtsied. I didn't know what a slut was supposed to do when she's offered to strangers. They just laughed at your slut. Rob patted the bed and I sat down. They instantly had their hands on me, stripping me all together. TJ took a picture of me with their hands all over me, that's the one I sent you. I didn't have time to comment or tell you what I was doing. I wanted to. TJ pushed me back on the bed when I was naked, all I had on were my slut sandals. He told me to spread my legs. I did. They could all see I was so fucking wet already.

TJ said, "It's my $50, I get that pussy first." He climbed on me and slid his long, thin cock into me while the others laughed. He fucked your whore good and hard, he wanted his $50 bucks worth at least. The other two came around and played with my tits and pulled my nipples, which you know were still sore from being pierced. I think they liked hearing me groan."

I was rock hard and squirming in the chair at this point. She was now in my recliner, legs open, sliding her wet fingers over her pussy while she talked. She smiled at my obvious discomfort.

"TJ blew his load in your slut, honey. He came so much. You know how young guys are with this pussy," she giggled. Rod wanted some head, so he sat on the edge of the bed and made me kneel in front of him. He had a thick, meaty cock with a huge cockhead. I had to work hard to get much of it in my mouth. The other two just called me names as I sucked on that monster. I could barely fit my hands around it. Jimmy got bored having to be last so he got behind me and spanked my ass hard while I blew his friend. This got them all going, including me, of course. Rob had me climb onto his cock like that, on the edge of the bed, and ride his big cock. He really split me open. I'm sure my eyes were rolled back in my head. Just think, not too long ago I'd never had black cock, now I was getting gang banged by three of them and I'd only met them a few minutes ago.

Jake was getting me for not going with him, but in a way he knew would be both humiliating, and fulfilling. God, I was filled, for sure. Rob blew his cum in me too, to mix with TJ's. Jimmy wanted it bad but as sloppy as my pussy was he wasn't going near it. I offered him my ass. I lubed his cock up with their cum and he guided it into me. He had the perfect size for ass fucking, not so big that I couldn't enjoy it, but big enough so that I knew that I was getting ass fucked and what a dirty slut I was. This drove the other two guys wild, watching me on all fours on the edge of the bed while their friend stood at the end of the bed and rudely fucked me in my ass. He was spanker, he kept my cheeks burning as he fucked me. It got especially red as he came in me.

See baby? Those are mostly marks from him, she smiled as she bent over, spread her cheeks and teased me with it."

I could see her pussy lips, I could tell what a workout it had been through.

"They'd all cum once in me and I was laying on the bed, dripping their cum out of me. I was panting, sweating. I've never been gangbanged before, baby, you know that. The most cock I've ever taken like that in a night is two, and one of them was always yours. I had just become a gangbang slut. A BLACK gangbang slut, even."

"Did you like it?" I panted as she bent and taunted me with her charms.

"I'm not finished," she playfully chided. "So, TJ said, I guess you are worth the $50 bucks," as the others laughed. I knew I was blushing, every part of me felt red and flushed, not just my ass. So they were all just sitting around, smoking dope, I had some hits. I asked TJ if that's all Jake said.

He told me, "naw, I gave him the 50, and he told me to get the friends. But, he also said, "look, I don't care what you do with her, just do me a favor. When you are done, drop her off at this address." He showed me a piece of paper with our address on it.

He was giving me back to you. The guys were all buzzed now, and limp. They'd already stretched me out.

TJ said, "so I guess one of us has to drop you off now."

I asked him, didn't Jake say "when you are done?" He looked at me with surprise. I crawled to him and started to suck on his limp cock. He was hard again in minutes. I asked him where he wanted to shoot his cum this time. He wanted my pussy again. Before, he'd said it was so fucking tight, I wondered if he thought so after Rob getting it. He gave it to me good, baby. I think it spurred him on even more knowing that I was actually begging for more. He just thought they were only going to get me once. He filled me for the second time.

Jimmy had gotten hard watching. He grinned at the others. He stood me up and pushed me against the sliding glass door to the balcony. He fucked me right up against the glass, standing up, mashing my tits against the glass as he fucked me. I guess he didn't care so much about all the cum in my pussy this time. He added his load. The guys kept telling me what a fucking slut I was at being able to take so much black cock. I asked them, "didn't you see that T shirt I had on? Queen of Spades? Tonight, I am.

That made them laugh as well as got them fired up. That's when TJ took the marker and drew the Spade on my lower back. He said he knew a tattoo guy if I wanted it to be permanent. Rob wasn't quite hard again. I sucked and licked him, furiously trying to get him up. I finally did, after sucking his balls and licking all the way up his taint. He is so thick that I just had him lay on his back and I slowly milked that huge thing with my pussy. I could hear the other two taking photos or videos of me. I knew it was their souvenir for their time with me."

"Fuck," I moaned. My cock was threatening to burst, without even being touched. She was driving me crazy.

She licked her slick fingers for me and continued. So Rob naturally filled me up and I collapsed on the bed. I was totally worked over. I had all that cum in me, my ass was red and worn out. They were all dressed. I didn't even really have clothes, just the ripped up shirt and my thong and shoes. They were "done," they'd each cum in me twice.

"Is one of you driving me home?" I asked. They kind of hemmed and hawed. Finally, TJ said, "um, about that. Listen, we weren't even supposed to have this room, your man set this up with the concierge. He said you'd pay for it."

"Pay for it?" I asked. "I don't even have money on me, how do you expect me to pay for it?"

They all just smirked at me and left me there, on the bed, oozing their loads. They treated me like the slut I am, then just left."

"Wow," I muttered. Her hand was now working her clit more furiously.

"I knew Jake's mind. I knew what he'd been thinking. I called down to the concierge. He's the one that fucked me for Jake's room payment. He told you about that, right? I told him my "predicament."

He brought up a robe for me. I worked out my payment. I bent over the edge of the bed as he spit on his hand. He stuck his cock up my ass, baby. My ass had to pay for the room. He'd wanted my ass since he first saw it, he said. He obviously did, he worked my ass hard. I've been fucked in the ass so much lately that it just feels like a second pussy," she giggled.

I was so turned on I couldn't stand it but I couldn't reach my cock. She saw my discomfort turning to pain. She seductively crawled over to me. I watched her incredible ass sway the whole way, that ass that now has been repeatedly fucked. I knew that in the future I would make sure I'd take care of that ass as well. She stuck my cock in her mouth and I groaned. It was from pleasure as well as frustration. It felt awesome, having her mouth on me again, but, I also didn't want to shoot without giving it to her pussy, as we both wanted.

She pulled off of me. "He's the guy who dropped me off, baby. You saw the guy that blew his load in my ass an hour ago. He told me to come back anytime, that we could make a lot of money together if I wanted to."

She felt my cock twitch. "Does that turn you on, baby?" She cooed. "That I could be a hotel whore? I guess I am a whore already, I fucked him for both rooms, and I let those business guys see my goods, and most of them got to touch me, too. I was finger fucked in that hotel bar more than once, just to get my drinks. Do you like that? Do you like me having to earn money and things with my body?"

She knew I did. We'd talked about her "paying" for things like repairs, pizza, maintenance, etc. We both loved the "whore" fantasy.

"I do, baby. You know I do. I can't believe he whored you out for $50 to three black guys..." I said, groaning while she sucked my cock. She had to stop and squeeze the head often, to keep me from going over the edge.

"Oh, baby. I know, it was just to humiliate me. He cared less about the money. It was about the use. I need that, you know it, I know it. Let's make it happen, together."

"I'm so glad you're home," I panted.

"I can see that," she giggled. She unlocked the cuffs and led me to bed.

She laid on the bed with her legs spread wide, wet, and waiting. She invited me in. I fucked her like a madman. I could feel that it was well fucked and stretched. She moaned as I fucked her. I could tell it was sore. She whimpered a few times when I'd hit certain spots. I remembered her telling me to ignore her soreness. She wanted me to make her remember why she was sore. She wanted to feel it and remember it.

I was riding her from behind when she sensed me getting close. She kept urging me on. " I'm a gangbang slut now, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel what they did to my pussy? I'm glad you gave me away like that. You surprised me. You made me feel the things I've wanted to feel for so long. I owe you that. I want you to make sure I'm always busy like that."

"You loved being a sexual toy didn't you?" I grunted, my balls were boiling.

"I did, and I do. I'm just a toy, just a plaything for whoever we decide I should be...."

With that thought I erupted into her. My cum mixed with all the rest. She was a sloppy, wonderful mess. After grinding, pawing and kissing each other for awhile she fell asleep on top of me. She was back.

When I returned from work the next day she met me at the door with just her nightie. It looked like she hadn't changed all day. I was right. She'd slept in until early afternoon. She met me with the shy, sexy smile I knew so well. She had something to tell me.

She kissed me and in a husky voice said, "sorry baby, I had to take care of some unfinished business. I looked out the kitchen window. I saw Phil's face in his kitchen, looking towards us. She giggled, "yep, he wondered where I'd been so long. He thought I was lying about making good on my promise. You can smell him on me, can't you? I was true to my word."

"You sucked him off, you little slut?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes, he let me do it through the fence this time, he just took out his cock and slid it through and I sucked him off like that. It's so short I could barely even get the head in my mouth, but it didn't matter, he didn't last a minute anyway."

She and I sat down and began to talk. She said she was now done with Phil, at least unless I wanted something more out of it. She said she wants to make sure "we" have her sucking a lot of cocks just not ones so small, hopefully. I had to agree, the girl does love sucking cock and I love hearing about it and seeing the results.

"We need to discuss a few things," she said shyly. "I'm with you. I want that to continue. But, as we both know, we need to work out how that'll work if...you know...I have those other needs." She watched for my reaction. I was listening. "So, what about the whore fantasy?"

"Hot," I agreed. "I loved the things you did this week, how you had to pay for things with that hot body. I think we really need to pursue that. We need to come up with ways to make that happen. I know we've already talked about some of those."

"Me too, we need to make sure that happens, on a regular basis. But, I want you to be in charge of that. I want you to make that happen. I might get some opportunities, like last night, of course, and if I do I'll include you in it. But, you can be in charge of that. If I'm going to be a whore for it, I want you to be the pimp."

"I can do that," I grinned. "There certainly are a lot of things that need to be fixed around the house (like the basement), the cars always need expensive repairs, and, we have lots of food we need delivered here...." I smiled. "Those things cost money. I had a thought, in that vein."

"Really, what is it?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Well, it's more of a rule..."

"Oooh, I like rules.....tell me...."

"I had the idea, since we've talked about the whore thing, or you paying for things with your body. This one applies to mostly food delivery to our house, though I'm sure it could be expanded with some modification. But, I was fantasizing about us having a rule for food delivery."

"Mmm, I like it so far," she cooed.

"The rule would be that you'd meet the guy at the door every time. Well, hopefully it's a guy..."

"You don't think it'd work with a woman?" She chuckled.

"For most, no. Though if it did, it'd be AWESOME," I laughed. "But, the rule....you meet the guy at the door every time. I'll be out of sight. Every time you are going to be prepared by choosing an outfit that you know is inappropriate in public. It could be lingerie, a loose robe, just something that you know will bug his eyes out. Then, don't ever bring your purse or money to the door. Make sure that every time you have to walk back to the kitchen to get it because "you forgot." Maybe even walk around the living room looking for your purse."

"The idea being it gives him time to look at me, got it. But, is it a rule or a suggestion, do I search for my purse or do I put it in the kitchen?" She said lustfully.

She was telling me to take charge, to be the one who decides. "Yes, put it in the kitchen, BUT, look for it in the living room first."

"Ok," she mewed meekly.

"Then, no matter what the guy looks like, before he leaves you need to see if you can get the stuff for free. You need to see if you can get him to "work it out."

"What should I do to work it out?" She asked, almost purring now.

"The rule is that you need to make the offer, however that comes up. Sometimes he might just give it to you for giving him the original show, who knows. You might get it free if you show him your tits. You might have to suck his cock...the rule is you present it to him, let him look, make the offer, then follow through."

"Mmm, I know that would work, too. You know I have all sorts of eye popping outfits. But, shouldn't you have me topless or something, something embarrassing? I can act like he caught me coming out of the shower or something."

"I suppose," I said. "But that seems too obvious. I like him seeing you first, without actually SEEING you, then it sort of builds naturally."

"I suppose. But, I think most of the delivery guys we've had are young and inexperienced, I think subtlety might be too much for them."

"You could be right. Ok, how about this? You pick out one of your mind blowing, teasing slut outfits. You do the, "can't find my purse" dance. Then, sometime before he leaves this house he gets to see your tits."

"Mmm, how?"

"However you have to. The rule is the guy always sees ALL of your tits, every time. Then comes the "offer," I actually think it'd help cement things."

"Yeah, that'd probably do it," she giggled.

Her eyes sparkled, I could tell she liked giving that task to me. She lowered her eyes for a second, she was gathering her thoughts.

"Ok, I guess then, the big one is this. You know what I'm like. You know what I need and, you know I can't go without it. How do we make it happen...on a more permanent basis?"

It sounded more like a statment than a question. I thought she'd already considered something. I was right.

"Let's do this right," she begged. "I need to be a toy, just like it's been with Greg, and Jake. My need for it is obvious. But, I think the biggest question in this is you. I could beg YOU to be the one to use me, but you know we've discussed this. It isn't your true nature. I love when you use me how you do, fuck me rough, or tender, but the real sexual use is something else. For me, that takes a stranger, or at least someone I'm not living with and loving."

"I know, you said that before," I said, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.

"So, I think we've both learned that you are my love, the one I want to BE with, but not the one for....that. I think you might have even learned something about yourself. I've noticed how much you enjoy what's happened to me and that I think you get off more from the voyeuristic aspects of what's happening to me than fucking me. Am I right?"