Return to Brandon

I headed back into the second floor common room. Right now I needed Brandon's cock to help me stop thinking. He was waiting for me in the same place I left him, sitting in the couch stroking his cock lazily. He gave me a cocky grin, full of confidence and control. All thoughts evaporated like dew in sunlight as I felt a heat growing in my stomach. I could see in his eyes that he understood the effect he had on me. It was infuriating and arousing at the same time. Part of me wanted to slap him and leave him blue balled on the couch, but horniness won out.

I slowly pulled down my panties, revealing they had a huge moist spot, and deposited them on the couch next to him. Holding onto his shoulders for support, I straddled him, resting my wet slit against the the throbbing hotness of his erection. Grinding myself against him, my lubricated pussy lips gripped his cock and slid up and down it effortlessly. I was ready to take him and I wanted it as soon as possible. Lifting my ass, I grabbed his hard shaft and guided the head to my ready opening.

Letting myself fall down again, his cock slid in easily. I let out a soft moan as I felt him stretch me out. I greedily pushed my ass down, until I had taken his entire length into my eager cunt. With him completely sheathed into me, I groaned in satisfaction. Every fear, guilt, regret and anxiety melted away into perfect bliss. I wished I could remain in this moment forever, filled to completion by Brandon's perfect manhood.

"You really missed me didn't you slut?" Brandon said with a smirk. Again my mind responded with a confusing mix of anger and arousal.

"I hate you," I purred. "But I love your cock. I wish I could take it with me and never see you again."

"What about your boyfriend {if with_jamie=true}downstairs{else}back home{endif}? Does he know how much you love my cock?"

As he mentioned Jamie I couldn't suppress a stab of guilt, but impaled as I was on his cock the guilt quickly morphed into aroused excitement instead.

"I wonder what he would say if he saw you right now." Brandon continued. "He'd see that his stuck up feminist girlfriend was really just another stupid frat whore."

Images of Jamie watching as Brandon fucked me flashed unbidden through my mind, and I felt a pulse of heat from my cunt in response. Brandon smiled at me as he felt my muscled tighten around his rod.

"I love Jamie," I said weakly. "What we're doing is just physical." It sounded false even to my own ears.

"If you really loved him, you would leave right now and go to him."

In response I started moving my hips, doing my best to forget Jamie by riding the cock that had become the center of my life recently. I was instantly rewarded by waves of pleasure as I fucked him. Looking up into the ceiling, I started moaning with open mouth and closed eyes. I was stopped my Brandon's strong hands, one at my hip and another holding my throat exerting mild pressure. Not enough to actually **** me, but enough to show me who was in charge. My treacherous cunt responded with another pulse of heat at being manhandled like that.

"Oh no," he said with an evil grin. "You're not getting away that easily."

"Please," I whispered with a pathetic whimper.

"You don't get to fuck my cock until you tell me how you really feel about your boyfriend."

My heartbeat was going crazy and I had tears running down my cheeks, but I was **** for release.

"His cock doesn't compare to yours," I heard myself say. "He can't fuck me like you can. It's not even close." Once I had started speaking the words just kept flowing. "He hasn't even noticed that I'm cheating on him, or that I won't sleep with him anymore. I resent him for that. I do love him, but I love your cock even more. I'm such a pathetic slut."

With a satisfied grin Brandon released me, and I immediately started riding his cock again. I was **** to loose myself in self-indulgent pleasure. Riding cowgirl had always been my favorite sex position, I allowed me to control the pace and the angles of penetration. I quickly discovered that riding Brandon's cock was almost too much for me. It was so big, and stretched me so much, that no matter how I moved it hit some hidden spot inside me. It was exhausting to receive so much stimulation. I almost wished for him to mount me and take control, but he was leaning back a was letting me control the pace for a change. The room was soon filled with my incoherent moaning as I lost all inhibitions. My mind was filled with a bright light as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through me.

I came to leaning against his chest, panting and drooling. I didn't even remember how many times I had climaxed. Sensing that I was finished Brandon grabbed my ass and started moving his hips, fucking me from below. I immediately started groaning from new waves of pleasure. I almost couldn't bear it, but Brandon was fucking with a purpose. With a firm grip on my ass he lifted me up and let me down again, meeting me with a thrust of his own. He was close, I could tell. Finally, to my relief, he groaned and started cumming. Torrents of hot semen filled me as I moaned and a final orgasm hit me.

We sat there like that for a while, me leaning against his chest, enjoying the afterglow. When I felt him stir I rose up, his half erect cock finally slipping out of my well used pussy. With the obstruction gone, a small river of cum started running down my legs. I grabbed some tissues to clean up, but when I tried to find my panties they were gone. Brandon's triumphant grin left no question as to what had happened to them.

{if bet=true}As I became more aware of my surrounding, I noticed Jessica sitting on the other couch. How long had she been watching us? Her face contained a mix of arousal and {if compassionate=true}shyness{else}the signature superiority of the old Jessica{endif}. She {if compassionate=true}smiled{else}smirked{endif} at me as she got up and strode out of the room.{endif}

"I'm kinda tired," I told Brandon. "Is it okay with you if I take an early night?" Bile rose in my throat at the thought of having to ask his permission, yet I didn't dare to leave without it.

"Fine with me," he said. "I'm done with you for the night so do what you want. By the way, you might want to buy a dildo in order to do some throat training. I'm expecting you to perform even better next time."

Even after all we had done already, my cheeks burned at that comment. I only nodded and headed out of the room.

"Remember to buy a big one!" Brandon shouted after me laughing.