Brandon's Birthday Bang

She leads Brandon around after he kicks off his sandals. He was half a foot shorter than me but probably outweighed me by twenty or thirty pounds thanks to all his hard hours in the gym. He had short red hair and striking hazel eyes. His most notable feature of course were the rippling muscles.

Together they move the coffee table to the side. With the wine and popcorn it did indeed look like a quiet gathering in among friends for a birthday. Jane thought of everything. The illusion was perfect.

Emma sidles up next to me. When I go to put my are around her shoulders she whispers. “Don't touch me cuck.” I lay my arm across the back of the sofa instead.

Looking around at the surround speakers Brandon says. “Perfect.” He produces a wire from his pocket and hooks his phone into the system. Before long a thumping beat starts up and the music plays.

He stands for a second, his ginger haired head bobbing to the beat before he spins and struts boldly out into the middle of my living room. With a jumping twist he lands heavy with his legs spread wide and begins to dance and gyrate. He faces my girlfriend who sat with her legs tucked up on the love seat, her thirsty eyes drink him him in.

He knew he was there for her so he ignores the pair of us on the couch.

“Hey Emma, you said you've been a bad girl?” He says over the music as he dances.

“Very bad.” She says with an impish grin. “I lied to my boyfriend.”

“Ohhh, naughty girl.” He waggles a finger at her. “But what kind of boyfriend misses his girl's birthday party? Why don't you just forget about him tonight.” He tosses his hat to her. She takes it and puts it on.

She laughs but her eyes were dead serious. She had the hottest most intense “fuck me” eyes I'd ever seen on her. After watching the video for so long she was horny as a cat in heat.

“Come on! Take it off Officer Brandon!” She calls.

“Ha ha ha!” He gyrates his hips. “Impatient, aren't ya?”

She gives him the sort of look would make life long monk give up his celibate oath. She licks her teeth hungrily and actually snarls at him. One of his eyebrows raise. There was no secret what this woman wanted. She wanted his body and she wanted it now.

“Ohhhh, you are a bad girl!” With that he rips his shirt open, a shirt most obviously design to be ripped off. He takes it off and swings it over his head in time to the driving beat. His upper body was shredded and didn't have a hair on it. Every muscle was visible across his ripped torso and bulging arms. Across his thick pecs was a tattoo that read “BEAST” in bold letters. Across his wide back was the stylized form of an eagle in a sort of tribal tattoo design.

“Come on!” She says impatiently.

He chuckles. “Relax baby, enjoy the show.”

“Fuck the show.” She says. “Let's see that body!”

He laughs her off and continues to move to the beat. He flexes his muscles and pumps and grinds to the music.

She looks over at us sitting on the couch. “Your stripper fucking sucks.”

This gets his attention. He looks at her with a flash of annoyance. His professional pride had just been insulted. He flashes me a glance.

“Don't look at them. You're here for me little man.” She jibes.

What the fuck was she doing!? I had told her he was sensitive about his height. Part of the reason he was such muscle freak now was because he was teased for being small growing up.

He looks back at her and squares up.

“Okay baby.” He says in a serious voice.

He quickly yanks the belt from around his waist and tosses it to the side. In one swift motion he reaches down, grabs the crotch of his pants, and tears these from his body as well. His thick knotty legs flex into view. He was down to a skimpy thong. His well shaped ass visible and his package outlined perfectly beneath the tight fabric. Walking right up to her he puts his hands up on his head and starts thrusting and gyrating right in her face.

Jane hesitates not one second. She grabs his package through and starts to rub and massage it. “Birthday girl wants her present.” She says in a demanding impudent tone.

“God, you fuckin little slut.” He gasps. He wasn't in character here, he never had a chance to get into it. This was just Brandon. “Go ahead and open it then.”

She hisses. “Call me a slut again and I'll show how true that is.”

With that she tugs down the front of his thong. His cock and balls spill out, as hairless down there as the rest of him.

“Slut.” He says, taking up her dare.

She grabs his dick, scooches forward, and slurps it into her eager mouth. She begins giving him one hell of a blowjob. No teasing build up, just straight to slurping and sucking his rod.

“Unghh.” He grunts and I watch his hard muscles flex. “Fuck...yeah...yeah that's it you fuckin slut.”

“Holy shit.” Emma whispers. “You guys are unbelievable.”

Slurp, slurp, slurp. My girlfriend bobs frantically on my friend's meat, quite obviously trying to get him hard as fast as humanly possible. Needless to say it doesn't take long.

“Ssssllurrrmmm...nlurmmmmm...nummmmm....sshhllurrrpp...” She sucks him nice and loud and wet. Making sure we can all hear it. “Mmmmmm.” She hums as if tasting the most delicious food. “Mmmmmm.”

“Ohhhh fuck!” He sighs. “Fuck yeah!”

Slurrrp. She comes up off of his hard dick. “Aww shit, you're not even as big as my boyfriend. That is a disappointment. I thought strippers were supposed to be hung. Guess I shouldn't have expected much from a short stack like you.”

The room goes still. She'd insulted him professionally, now she had just attacked his masculine pride.

His hairless cock stood out proudly in front of him. She reaches up and pushes his dick against his tight stomach in that way she did. He quickly slaps her hand away. It had given me enough of a peek to see he was roughly the same size as me, perhaps a touch smaller, though his uncut cock had a rather pronounced upward curve to it.

“Yuck. Uncircumcised too, ugly. And what's with the bend?” She teases him as she gives it a playful little slap. It waggles back and forth before coming to a solid stop.

“You cunt!” He growls. He looks to Emma and I unsure of what to do. We sat as stunned as he was.

My girlfriend strokes him fast. “Don't worry about them. They're just watching. It's my birthday and you're my present. My disappointing little present.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “Why don't you look at me? Scared? You fucking scared little man?”

She was calling down the thunder and by the crazy look in Brandon's eyes he was about to bring it!

She continues to goad him. “All those muscles and you can't even...”

He turns back to her, bats the silly police hat from her head, and grabs her hard by the hair. “AH!” She cries out. With her mouth wide he commences to RAM his cock straight down her throat, his bald balls slap her chin.

“GLUGHHHHH!” She gags as he holds her deep. Fucking hell, even if she wanted to say the safe word she couldn't right now. But she had called this on. Judging by the defiant look in her tearing eyes as she glared up at him I think that this was exactly what she had been hoping for! “GLLGGHHH!” She heaves, nearly retching, as she struggles with the fat knob filling her gullet.

He holds her deep, his cock firmly planted down her throat, and we all watch as her face slowly turns red. Rude gurgling noises rise out of her open maw. “GLLGGLLLGG!”

Her beet red face continues to stare up at him insolently...until I see her eyes begin to fade.

Just as I was about to put this to a stop he finally pulls cock free. She takes a huge breath and tries to double over as she coughs, he holds her head firm though. Spittle runs down over her lips as she sputters.

“That too fuckin small bitch?” He demands. “Your boyfriend do that to you?”

Huffing and puffing for breath she smiles up at him. “Fuck you!”

He slams his cock back into through her lips. Instead of holding tight this time he just face fucks her. Not a blow job, he was truly fucking her face.

Holding onto her hair on either side of her head she starts slamming into her lips as if it was a pussy. His swinging nuts smacking her chin on each thrust. Wet, hollow, slurking noises emanate from her repeatedly violated throat as he banged away. It isn't long until drool and spittle soak his cock and run freely down my girlfriend's lips and chin, dripping down onto her halter top and blue yoga pants.

“Glurg...glurg...glurg...glurg...” She grunts as he thrusts. On his back swing she suck a quick breath through her nose.

Emma leans in and whispers into my ear. “You're going to let another man do that to her!? You're pathetic.”

Jane had an opportunity or two to say the safe word and she hadn't. This was what she wanted.

Suddenly Brandon grabs the back of my girl's head with one hand, goes balls deep, and just holds her there. This time he reaches down and plugs her nose with his other hand.

I see her struggle against him and make muffled gulping grunts. Tears stream down her cheeks. For a few long seconds she settles in quietly and tries to endure it, but before long she is squirming tapping against his leg for mercy.

He slips from her mouth as she has another gagging and coughing fit. He laughs. “Fuck, you're freaky baby!”

She pants for air as she looks up at him with burning desire. “So stumpy, you gonna fuck me or what?”

The laughter ends in an instant and prideful anger flashes once more. Once more she called it on and once more Brandon brought it.

He grabs the front of her shirt and tears it open violently. RIP! Unlike his stripper clothes hers was not designed for tearing, this took real strength. Her big tits pop into view.

“AH!” She cries.

He slaps her breasts around, first one and then the other, then he grabs them rough. He gives them a good groping squeeze then starts slapping them around again.

“AH!” She calls out. “Ahhh! Come on then! Fuck me you muscle bound son of a bitch!”

Reaching down he lifts her from the loveseat as easy as any barbell. He twists her in the air and plants her down on her feet in front of him and facing away. Taking her by the hair he twists her to the left and pushes her body over at the waist. Her hands come down on the love seat's arm to support her upper body. He slaps her pussy through the yoga pants.

“Fuck you're wet!” He says as he rubs it hard with his cupped hand.

After watching that movie I had no doubt Jane was wet as an otter's pocket right now. Like the brute he was he tears the yoga pants asunder right at the crotch and pushes her soaked pink panties to the side. With no subtlety or grace he slams into my girlfriend's cunny. Bald cock meets bald pussy with sloppy wet smack!

Grabbing her long hair and arm he starts to fuck the living shit out of my girlfriend. As fast as Billy had, but with so much more power!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

His powerful body slams into her rippling booty. Her heavy tits jerk and and swing to the strong impacts.

“AHHHH! GOD! AHHHH!” She cries out. “HARDER! HARDER! HARDER YOU FUCKER!”

He grits his teeth and lets out a growl. Grabbing her around her slender waist he lets her have it with all that his well trained body could muster.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The slaps of their bodies coming together was so loud! I couldn't believe my ears. Jane's entire body is jolted fiercely on each tooth rattling impact.

“UNGHHH! UNGHHHH!!!” She moans. Gone was her bravado and bluster, Brandon was fucking her into submission. “OHHHH FUCK! UNGHHHH!!! UNGHH!!!!”

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

“Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! GAWWWWDD!!!” She bellows as she is brought to climax by sheer brute ****, speed and power. So much for Billy's record.

Brandon bears his teeth in a wild eyed grin as he watches her go off on the end of his cock. “There's a good slut. Cum for me bitch!” He slaps her ass hard, and then again, and then again. Spanking my girlfriend like he owned her. Her tight ass quivers as she moans through her ecstasy.

Emma's soft voice was back in my ear, I can smell the chardonnay on her breath. “Look at her cum! Look at your girlfriend cum for your friend! He's getting what should be yours. You think she'll see you the same after him? After Peter? After Billy? You can't do to her what they can. You pathetic little cuck.”

I am breathing heavy through my nose, my jaw clenched, the wild high of my fetish flowing through my body and surging penis.

I watch as Brandon pulls out and spins her around. She moved to his touch obediently now, gone was wild lust filled vixen of a few minutes ago. Brandon had tamed her. With effortless strength he hoists her up onto him. His arms under her knees he brings his hands to hold her sides. She supports herself by holding his wide neck. Her entire weight supported by him he start to fuck her hard. Her petite soft body bouncing up and down against his chiseled hard physique. He held her body up along with his own with no strain at all.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She moans like a wanton whore. “OHHH! OHHHHH!!!”

He laughs. “That bend isn't so ugly now is it? Hammering right into the ol' G spot isn't it? I call it the Hammer.”

“OHHHHHHH!” That was all the answer we needed to know it was true. Her right hand begins feeling the thick muscles of his shoulders and chest. “Ohhhh god! Yessss! I love your hammer! I love it! OHHHHH GOD!”

Emma surprises me by crawling up onto my lap. She settles her tight young tush right onto my rock hard boner.

I go to embrace her but she says again. “Don't touch me.”

As I watch my girl get banged by my friend with the body of a Mr Universe Emma begins to very slowly rock her ass on my junk. She continues to whisper in my ear, not even watching the action anymore. “John, you sad little cuck. Jane's had longer, she's had younger, she's had bigger, better and stronger. What the fuck are you to her now? You're just the sad fuck that watches.”

My cock nestled tightly between her tight buns she gently continues to rock. It wasn't even a grinding, and far from a lap dance. Through her clothes and mine it was barely anything at all really, but in my current state it was enough.

“OH! OHHH! OHHHHH!!!” My girlfriend howls as she climaxes to Brandon's hard driving hammer once more. Losing her mind as she bounced on his hard cock to the beat of the stripper music. “OHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

“Guhhhhhhhhhhh.” I let out a low moan as I let loose in my pants.

Emma looks me in the eyes as I pump my underwear full of my hot seed. “Pathetic.” She says. Once I was done she doesn't get off of me, instead she grinds her ass into me which smears my cum all through my groin. I let out a quiet grunt as my sensitive refractory period sets in.

We watch as Brandon fucks the woman he thought was my girlfriend's sister. He was a machine, fucking her hard and fast with raw blunt strength and stamina. He didn't have the size or technique of Peter, but he was a physical dynamo. He powers my girl to one last peak of bliss before he slips out of her and places her on her knees at his feet.

His cock wet with her thrice satisfied cunny he roughly jams his dick back down her throat and starts to fuck it once more. Five strokes in he lets out a cry of release and blasts his nut down Jane's sucking mouth.

“GUHHHHHH!!!” Every muscle of his ripped body flexes hard as he deposits his load into my girl's gaping maw. His bald cock and balls tighten and relax for each thick wad he was shooting.

We watch her struggle with the sheer amount of his copious load. She slurps and swallows and gulps with wet sucking gulps. Despite her best efforts we watch as a single line of creamy jizm escapes the corner of her lips and slowly oozes down her chin.

He pulls his cock from her lips and slaps her with it over the forehead and cheeks. “Your boyfriend ever fuck you like that?”

She sighs happily. “Nooo. Ohhhhh.”

He chuckles proudly as he squeezes and smears the dregs of his cum over her tear streaked smiling face. “Happy Birthday Emma.”