Reporting to Brandon

I walked Jamie to the fountain between our dorms in an awkward silence. He had just fucked another woman in front of me and neither of us knew exactly how to handle that. When we reached the fountain we just stood there looking shyly at each other.

"I hope you had fun," I said with a slight smile.

"I did," he said. "I hope this was okay with you?"

"It's what I wanted," I assured him. "In fact I plan to go and meet with Brandon right now. I just wanted you to know."

I could see he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea, but he couldn't exactly refuse now after what he had just done. I had pressured and manipulated him into letting me go. Instead of saying anything he just gave me a curt nod. I gave him a final kiss and a "love you" before we parted.

As soon as Jamie was out of sight I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Brandon.

Me: It's done!

Me: I officially have an open relationship with Jamie.

Brandon: Sweet

Me: Can I come over?

Brandon: Let's celebrate

After running most of the way, I was back at the frat house. As I entered I found Brandon sitting with a few friends in the living room.

"Later dudes," he said standing up. "I have a needy slut to satisfy." Vulgar shouts and whistles followed us upstairs.

"Give me your phone," he said as we entered his room, holding out his hand expectantly. Taking it out of my purse, I handed it to him without question.

"Give me a sexy pose!" he said holding it up to take a photo.

I gave him several suggestive poses, first standing then lying on his bed. At his command I removed one article of clothing at a time, posing all the while as he took more pictures. Once naked he had me pose for a few artistic nudes, before his demands became more pornographic. He took pictures of me with my legs spreads and bare pussy on display from every possible angle. He finished off with me on my back with my legs spread wide and holding my pussy lips open to give the camera a full view. I was visibly wet.

"Fuck you've turned into a dirty slut," he said as he stripped. I waited in anticipation as he finally revealed his cock.

"Tell me what I want to hear," he said holding up the phone and lazily jerking his hard cock.

"Please fuck me Brandon."

"Why can't your boyfriend fuck you?"

"Your cock is so much bigger and better than his. Please fuck me with it and make me your bitch!"

Satisfied with my begging, he got into bed between my legs and started rubbing his cock along my wet pussy lips. He was still holding my phone, but I scarcely noticed as my focus was on his manhood. After teasing me for what seemed like an eternity, he started sliding in his cock slowly. Already extremely wet and getting used to his size, it entered me effortlessly. I let out a loud involuntary moan as I felt him slide all the way inside me. It was perfection. Again I was completely and utterly filled. I wished I could have him inside me for ever. I was struck by a sense of gratitude to him for having broken me down a turned me into his slut.

"Come on baby," I whispered coyly. "Don't keep me waiting, please don't hold back."

He responded by slapping my face, much harder than I could have anticipated. Warmth spread across my cheek, a mix of pain and arousal. I grinned at him, my breath heavy.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Is that all you got big boy?"

Grabbing my chin, he squeezed the sides of my mouth before giving me another slap, even harder this time. My mind was blurry with desire. With one hand around my throat, **** me so I could barely breathe, he started thrusting into me with long hard glorious strokes. It was enough to make me come right there and then. I threw my head back as pleasure rolled through my body.

"Yes! Fuck me daddy!" I screamed, not even knowing why I said that.

Brandon proceeded to use the next hours to thoroughly break me down. He slapped me, choked me, pulled my hair, manhandled me in every possible way while never letting up on his steady hard pounding. I lost count of how may orgasm he **** out of me. When he finally filled my womb with his cum I was totally and completely gone. He had fucked me silly, leaving me a moaning, shivering wreck. By this time I was so far gone I don't remember much more, only bits and pieces. I'm fairly certain he fucked my face at one point, before flipping me over and pounding my ass.

When I came too, I was dizzy, cum drunk and my entire body was aching and covered in dried jizz. Brandon was gone, but at least he had left me to recover in his bed. I let myself lie there for another ten minutes as I let my mind flow freely. Pulling myself to a sitting position, I noticed he had left my phone on the night table. I picked it up, eager to look over the pictures he had taken. As I unlocked it, it showed me the chat log I had with Jamie. My heart sinking, I scrolled up seeing with horror that Brandon had sent Jamie a long series of the pictures he had taken of me. Me smiling. Me posing sensually. Me undressing. Me naked on the bed. Me spreading my legs for the camera. Me getting fucked by Brandon. My face contorted in obscene expressions. Me getting choked and slapped. Me covered in cum and creampied. Brandon had even added some short videos of the things I had been saying in the moment. He had finished with a single message.

Me: Hope you don't mind me making your girl my little bitch?

Jamie had left it on read.