Kiss him

I was so hot. My body was on fire. As he leaned in a thousand memories ran through my mind. Rage as I listened to his ramblings before our first meeting. Getting drenching in beer. Passionate anger as we debated feminism. His endless infuriating arrogance. {if followed=true}Following him angrily upstairs. The sight of his beautiful cock. {else}Almost running after him upstairs. {endif}{if blowjob=true}Me on my knees sucking his cock. {endif}{if fingered=true}Letting myself get fingered in the classroom.{endif}{if watched_professor=true} Watching{else} Listening{endif} as Brandon fucked my favorite professor. {if peeked=true}Spying on a threesome.{endif} He was too close. Too big. His breath was too warm. I hated him. I wanted him. I was kissing him.

It was wet and passionate. Our tongues fighting for dominance. I could lose myself in a kiss like this. It was glorious. I could feel the last of my walls breaking. For this night only I would indulge in what I wanted. Guilt could wait until tomorrow.

His hands explored my body. Grasped my tits, clenched my ass. Without breaking the kiss he was pulling at my clothes. I returned the favor. First my blouse, then his shirt, then our pants, then our underwear ended up in a pile on the floor. Naked he picked me up and together we collapsed on the bed. His fingers were pinching my nipples, my clit, found purchase in my wet cavern. I reached hungrily for his cock. It was so big and hard. So perfect. Silky smooth yet hard. Hot and pulsating in my grip. I guided it towards my pussy. I needed to feel what professor Cartwright had felt.

I was so wet. It slid in almost effortlessly. It was so big. I had never felt so completely and utterly filled. My pussy felt thoroughly conquered. Looking down I realized that I had taken barely half of him. Slowly but surely he inserted himself. He was deeper that I had though possible. Had reached a place no-one had been before. Whiteness filled my mind. Complete bliss. Then his hips started moving.

Invading my mouth with his tongue again, he fucked me gently. Long, slow, unceasing strokes. Every thrust made me moan into his mouth. Every time he pulled back he left behind a yearning emptiness. How could he be so good at this? I lost the though as an orgasm flowed through me. Lying still, he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.

"Tell me who you are."

I knew what he wanted to hear, but I didn't want to say it. I knew I had too.

"I'm a slut," I whispered. It felt so good to say aloud. To admit it, to him and to myself. "I'm your slut." I could feel his cock in me twitch as I said it.

"And who helped you realize that?"

"You did."

"I think I deserve some gratitude."

"Thank you Brandon. Thank you for fucking me and showing me how much of a slut I am." The more depraved the words, the more excited I became.

"Repeat after me," he said and whispered in my ear. He wanted me to completely humiliate myself. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me.

"I'm just a stupid feminist slut who need a strong man to teach me with his huge cock."

"Don't stop," he commanded. I would have to improvise.

"I'm a dumb cunt who needs to be fucked into submission." I don't know where the words came from, but it felt right. I needed to **** myself for him. "My rightful place is on my back with my legs spread."

"Good slut," he said before he started fucking me again. This time with more urgency, harder and faster. Pleasure washed over me again. I could lose myself in this bliss. I could feel another climax approaching as he too came closer. We came simultaneously, with him pumping me full of his seed. We lay together panting in the afterglow.

"You're on the pill I assume?"

It was a little late to ask, but I assured him that I was. Laying there naked under him, I realized where I was. In a bedroom on the second floor of a frat house during a frat party. I had somehow forgotten during the act. Still, laying here in bed felt safe.

"This means that I win then," Brandon said, interrupting my thoughts.

"I guess. You've already claimed your prize though."

He chuckled while lazily fondling my pussy.

"I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings."

"You were absolutely correct in your assessment of me. I was a repressed slut. Now I'm a self-aware slut." I felt my cheeks redden as I said it. Dirty talk during sex was one thing. Pillow talk like this was more intimate and real.

"And this was the biggest dick you've ever had?" he said gesturing at his half-erect member.

"You're the biggest," I said. Did boys have to turn everything into a competition?

"Bigger than your boyfriend?"

I felt a stab of guilt at the mention of Jamie, but I pushed it away. That was a problem for tomorrow.

"Yes," I said irritated. "Bigger than my boyfriend."

"And it was the best sex you've ever had?"

"Couldn't really tell," I lied.

"Well, then we have to make sure!" he said and jumped on top of me.

I lost count of the amount of times we fucked that night. He was insatiable, and I was unable to resist him. He made sure to instruct me in the art of deep throating his cock as well. I woke up the next morning in a bed covered with dried sweat and cum. Brandon was sleeping peacefully next to me. Gathering up my clothes, I got dressed and left before he woke up. I had to step over a few frat boys who had fallen asleep drunk in the living room, but got out without encountering anybody.

Jamie wanted to hang out on Saturday so I ended up going to his room. Tyler was there briefly, but didn't give any indication he had seen me. I tried to hang out with Jamie, but he quickly realized my mind was elsewhere. I had cheated on him, and I had liked it. He was still the sweetest most caring man in the world. I didn't deserve him, but I was too much of a coward to tell him. It was too late for that. The worst part was that I didn't know if I could resist Brandon if he wanted me again. I didn't know if I wanted to.