Finding Brandon

Trying the other doors in the second floor hallway, I found that the one at the end connected to what looked like a secondary common room. Several couches were placed around a table filled with bottles and cups.{if bet=true} Jessica{else}{if peeked=true} The Asian girl I had seen fucking Andrew before{else} An Asian girl{endif}{endif} was on her knees in front of one of the couches, her head bobbing up and down on Andrew's cock. Brandon was watching from another couch. As he saw me he waved me over.

"What's this about you not losing our debate?" he asked.

"Just because you proved that I'm a slut doesn't mean that I suddenly stopped being a feminist."

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"I make my own choices Brandon, that's the important part."

"Sure thing," he said taking out his semi-erect cock. "Why don't you get on your knees and show me a better use for you mouth than debating then."

Giving one last look to {if bet=true}Jessica{else}the girl giving Andrew a blowjob{endif} I knelt in front of Brandon. Reaching out I started stroking his cock, marveling at its length, girth and warmth. Even as it hardened under my touch it still had a silky soft feel to it. Leaning forward I planted a kiss on the tip. A small moan escaped my lips as I started licking it, I had missed this. Tenderly I worshiped the magnificent cock in front of me, showering it with licks and kisses, taking progressively more and more into my mouth. I finally transitioned onto moving my head up and down, taking as much as possible into my mouth with each downturn. I was starting to struggle as I was pushing more and more against my gag-reflex.

"That's a good feminist cocksucker," Brandon groaned.

Gripping my hair firmly, he started guiding my motion, pushing me further and further each time. I struggled to breathe as he **** his cock deeper and deeper, before holding me fast with his cock at its deepest. Unable to breathe and with my gag reflex screaming at me, I started to panic but his hold was like iron. Mercifully he let me up to breathe, but only for a short gasp before he pushed me down again. He continued like this, each time pushing me even deeper, training my throat to take his cock. I was getting dizzy and frantically trying to push myself off, when he pulled me up and gave me a short reprieve.

"You can do better than that slut," he grinned at me.

I was gasping for air, tears streaming down my cheeks and thick saliva coating my entire jaw. After far to short a time, I was plunged back down, taking his cock even deeper. I was starting to fear I would puke, but Brandon was relentless. With an unbreakable hold he **** me past my final barrier, and suddenly he had **** his entire cock down my throat.

"There you go," he whispered. "Take it all."

He started moving his hip and fucking my throat without mercy. I had never felt so completely and utterly used before. As he found his rhythm, pumping his cock into my mouth, I was **** for air. I feared I would pass out when he groaned and started filling my throat and mouth with his cum. His ejaculation was so strong what large amounts of cum came spurting out my nose.

Releasing me, he let me collapse onto the floor as he laid back with a sigh. I lay there at his feet, panting and covered in cum, tears and drool. I was a complete mess, and yet I couldn't help but feeling proud of having managed to take his entire length for the first time.