Meeting Brandon

I rushed to leave class and saw Brandon waiting for me, leaning against the wall across the hallway. Heart hammering I walked up to him. He only nodded and started to walk down the hallway. I obediently followed him. He opened the door to one of the smaller rooms meant for group session work. He waited for me to get inside and followed me in, closing the door behind him.

"Good job," he said smiling at me. "Although before next time you should shave your pussy."

Instead of giving him a witty retort I merely nodded at him. I was feeling dizzy in his presence.

"Bend over that table," he ordered. As I did so, he moved behind me and flipped up my skirt. My pussy was aching for his touch.

"You have been a good little slut today," he said as he started fingering me. "You deserve a reward." I could only let out a low pitched moan in response, grinding my pussy against his fingers.

"You want my cock?"

"Yes please," I managed to whisper.

"It's yes please sir, slut."

"Yes sir, please fuck me."

My pussy was sopping wet on his fingers. I heard his zipper and I eagerly spread my legs further for him. In a single motion he filled me up. It was glorious. His cock filled my pussy like no-one had ever done before. Jamie's could never compare. I had missed his cock so much. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me with long hard strokes. With each thrust a loud moan escaped my lips. Nothing else mattered except him fucking me, all other fears and worries simply melted away with the feeling of bliss washing over me as he steadily pumped me from behind.

"I'm so proud of you," he said as he fucked me. "You've become such a dirty slut under my tutelage."

"Yes," I moaned. "You've turned me into your slut!" The though made me even hornier.

"You and that slut {if bet=true}room mate{else}professor{endif} of yours! You feminists are all like that!"

"Yes!"

He picked up his pace, fucking me even harder, making it impossible for me to articulate any more words. With each thrust another loud moan followed, I had no control anymore. In this moment there wasn't anything I would deny him if he asked it of me. My pussy was being reformed to the shape of his dick. A white light was burning brighter and brighter in my mind, until it exploded. Screaming, I came hard as he continued to fuck me unabated.

Panting, I gripped the side of the table as the pounding continued unrelenting. At this point I felt like I was riding out a typhoon. And yet, with each stroke the light started flaring up again until he fucked me to a climax for a second time. As I did I could hear him groan and with several hard slow strokes he emptied himself into me, filling me with his hot cum.

Withdrawing, leaving an yearning emptiness, he gave me and playful slap on the butt and left me lying panting on the table dripping his cum as he exited the room.