BrandisSubmission

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  Brandi’s Submission

  Nikki Palmer

  Cover Art by Shaina Richmond

  ARe Edition

  Copyright 2011 by Nikki Palmer

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  Brandi is an innocent college freshman who decides that it’s time for her to have sex with her boyfriend for the first time. The problem is, he’s only looking for a sex slave. This story was previously published as two separate stories called Brandi’s education and Brandi’s Auction. They have been combined to tell you the full story all in one sitting. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

  All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This book is intended for mature readers, only.

  Chapter 1

  Brandi dropped the robe on the floor of her dorm room digging through her closet for just the right underwear. She was going to get fucked for the first time tonight. She couldn’t wait!

  She found a sexy little black bra and panty set. The bra was a half bra, and barely covered her nipples. The panties were boy cut and showed off her small waist and nice ass. She slipped them on and looked at herself in the mirror, bending this way and that, making sure that she looked her absolute best.

  She slipped on a short black skirt and a tight fitting blue sweater. Pete would like this, she thought to herself looking in the mirror again. He wasn’t going to know what hit him!

  Brandi had always been told that being a good girl meant not putting out. It meant having sex only in a committed relationship. Brandi had always been a good girl. Pete had given her a promise ring last night. That was a committed relationship wasn’t it?

  Brandi was nineteen and a college freshman. She hadn’t gone the sorority route because her parents hadn’t wanted her to be around “all those wild girls.” She had shoulder length red hair and green eyes and was a member of her school’s swim team. In fact, that’s where she’d met Pete.

  Pete was a senior and was a fabulous swimmer. He helped coach the girls’ team. She’d taken one look at Pete in his tight swim suit and started drooling. She’d made sure she needed help on some of her swim strokes just so she could get close to him. She had noticed right away how the bulge in his Speedo got bigger when he touched her. And that bulge looked huge to begin with!

  She hadn’t come right out and told Pete that she was going to let him screw her brains out tonight, but after he’d given her the ring, she’d looked into his eyes and whispered, “Why don’t you come over to my dorm room tomorrow night?”

  She lived in the private girls’ dorm on campus. She was allowed to have male visitors from seven at night until midnight. He was going to be there at seven. She looked at the clock. It was five til. He should be calling any minute to have her meet him at the front desk. She pinched her nipples to be sure that they would be visible through her sweater and bra. They were already pretty visible.

  She’d let Pete kiss her, and touch her through her shirt and bra, but she’d always stopped him if he tried to go beyond that. She’d never touched Pete anywhere but the shoulders. Tonight was going to be a whole new experience.

  Her cell phone rang, “I’m here. Come and sign me in,” he told her.

  “I missed you today,” she said in her sexiest voice. It sounded funny to her, but maybe he liked it. She started walking to the front desk. She was one of the closest rooms to the front which was good and bad. Good, because she didn’t have to walk far, but bad because it was the noisiest spot.

  Pete was standing there patiently waiting for her. He was so sexy in his tight jeans and t-shirt. His eyes widened when he saw how she was dressed. She dropped her eyes and saw that, yes, he had an erection. Good.

  She walked over and kissed his cheek, took his hand, and led him to the desk where she signed him in. She listened to the rote, “Don’t forget to sign him out before midnight,” and pulled him back to her room without saying a word. She locked the door behind them.

  Pete had never been in her dorm room. She didn’t want the other girls to think she was easy, so she’d waited for the ring, before even inviting him back here. Pete lived with three roommates off campus, so she had never gone there either. The closest they’d ever been to being totally alone was his car.

  He looked around her room, and over at her single bed in the corner. There was only one chair pushed up to the desk.

  “Nice room,” he told her.

  “Thanks,” she said walking to him and pulling his head down for a kiss. She’d kissed a lot of boys, and loved to kiss. She nibbled on his bottom lip, and then thrust her tongue into his mouth. He tasted so good. He always tasted good to her. He must eat some sort of honey drops all the time.

  He wrapped his arms around her letting his hands roam to her ass. Instead of telling him “no” as she usually did, she thrust herself against the bulge in his jeans. She felt him pull her skirt up and move his fingers over her lace covered bottom. He cupped her butt and pulled her even more firmly against his erection.

  Pulling his head up from her kiss, he lifted her sweater over her head. He smiled appreciatively at her half bra. He started to unfasten her bra, but she stopped him.

  “Wait. You have to get the whole effect,” she told him. Reaching behind her, she unfastened the button on her skirt and pushed it to her feet. She stepped out of her shoes as well, and stood before him in just bra and panties.

  His eyes travelled up and down her body. “Very nice. Bend over and put your hands on your thighs. I want to see your nipples over the top of the bra.”

  She laughed and did as he told her. She brought her shoulders forward to give herself as much cleavage as possible. He walked behind her and grinned. The way her underwear were made he could easily see her pussy lips. He swatted her ass lightly.

  She wiggled her ass for him. He swatted it again a little harder and she moaned. He jerked her hips back and rammed his pelvis into it. She pushed back hard against him.

  He walked back around in front of her. “So you want to be my little slut do you?” he asked.

  She laughed. She knew he shouldn’t be talking to her that way, but she didn’t mind.

  “Take my shirt off,” he ordered.

  She immediately stepped forward and pushed his shirt up over his head. She ran her fingers over his hairless chest, and touched his nipples. She’d always loved how he looked without his shirt on.

  She pressed torso against his. “I love how you look with no shirt on,” she told him.

  He nodded. “Kneel on the floor and take my socks and shoes off.”

  She dropped to her knees on the hard floor, removing his tennis shoes and socks. She started to stand, but he put a hand on her shoulder.

  “Kiss my cock through my jeans,” he demanded.

  Brandi couldn’t figure out why he was acting so gruff with her when she was about to give him what he wanted, but she didn’t care. She wanted his dick buried deep in her cunt, and she just didn’t care what happened before it got in there. She pressed her lips against the bulge in his jeans.

  “Now unzip it,” he told her gruffly.

  She unbuttoned his jeans and then stared at her hand as it pulled the zipper down. She couldn’t wait to see it. She pushed his jeans and boxers down just far enough that he sprang free. She stared in awe. She’d never seen a pecker before, but it looked huge. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the
tip of it.

  He groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her face closer. She had heard other girls talk about giving blow-jobs and willingly opened her mouth to let him in. She took the head into her mouth and moved her tongue around it. She was surprised by the salty taste, but not at all put off by it.

  “Suck it, slut!” he demanded.

  She took more of it into her mouth putting one hand on the part not in her mouth and stroking it. She dropped a hand down to his balls and rubbed them. He groaned, and that spurred her on more. She sucked harder and pulled a little more into her mouth until it was at the back of her throat.

  He started thrusting into her mouth, pulling her hair as he jerked her head back and forth. After a minute, he pulled her face off of him.

  “You can finish sucking me later,” he told her. “Walk over to the desk and cross your arms on it resting your head on them.”

  She shrugged and walked to her desk and stood like he told her. He grabbed her panties and pulled on them, tearing them from her body. “Hey! Those are my favorite panties!”

  He swatted her ass with his hand. “Don’t talk back, bitch!”

  “Why are you being so mean?” she asked. “I don’t think I’m going to let you fuck me.” She started to straighten up, but he pushed her back down.

  He reached a hand between her thighs. “Who do you think you’re kidding? You’re sopping wet. You cunt is begging for my cock. Tell me you want my cock.”

  She struggled against him. “Let me up!”

  He swatted her ass harder. “Tell me you want my cock!”

  Her pussy was so wet. Every time he spanked her, she got more and more turned on. “I want your cock,” she said softly.

  “Say it louder,” he demanded, swatting her again.

  “I want your cock!” she said loudly.

  “Good little bitch!” He kicked her legs apart and stood between them, guiding his cock to her open pussy lips. “Do you like it hard?”

  “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

  “What do you mean you don’t know?” He started pushing hard into her cunt, smashing through her barrier and sinking deep.

  She let out a scream. “That hurts!”

  He laughed. “You were a virgin? Awww…..thanks for letting me be your first.” He started rutting between her legs, making long powerful strokes deep into her pussy.

  She was so wet that after the initial pain, it felt good. She started thrusting back against him, meeting his every stroke. She grunted every time he plowed her. The feeling of fullness was overpowering. “Oh, Pete, I love how you fuck me!”

  Pete laughed and picked up the pace, ramming her fast and hard. “That’s it bitch! Take it!”

  She let out a low squeal and her muscles tightened around him, milking him hard. He groaned and let go, jerking over and over as he let loose into her pussy.

  He pulled out and sat down in her chair. She stayed where she was for a moment, and then turned to grin at him. “I love fucking!” she said enthusiastically.

  He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. She walked to where he pointed. “Take your bra off. I want to see your tits.”

  She reached behind her to unfasten her bra and dropped it to the floor. “Do you like what you see?”

  He reached up and pinched her pink tipped nipple. “They’re small, but they’ll do. Color’s good,” he said.

  She gasped in offense. She’d always been proud of her perky boobs. They were a B cup. She didn’t think that was too small. “What do you want? Huge knockers?”

  “What I want is an obedient woman. Are you going to be obedient?” he asked.

  She stared at him. She couldn’t end her relationship with him now. For one thing, she wanted more fucking. For another, her mom had told her that a good girl only screws one man her whole life. Pete was it. Slowly she nodded.

  He reached out and pinched her nipple hard. “I asked you if you would be obedient! The correct answer, is ‘Yes, sir!’”

  She flinched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  He grabbed her and pulled her face down across his lap, swatting her ass repeatedly with hard strokes. “Are you going to be obedient?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled with tears rolling down her face.

  He swatted her again. “I can’t hear you!”

  “Yes, sir!” she responded louder.

  “Much better,” he stroked his hand across her red bottom, loving how the marks of his discipline looked against her skin. “Get on your knees and lick all of the spunk off of me. Lick it clean!”

  She dropped to her knees in front of him, cleaning him quickly. She liked the salty taste of his come and licked every drop clean, then took his cock into her mouth again. “Mmmmm,” she mumbled around his cock.

  She felt him growing under her ministrations. Soon he was standing at attention again.

  “Go over to your bed and lay on your back. Legs spread and in the air,” he told her pushing her mouth off of him.

  She stood up and walked slowly to the bed, wiggling her butt as much as she could to entice him.

  She lay back on the bed just as he told her. He sat in the chair watching her. She put her legs high and spread just like he’d told her. Slowly he stood up and crossed the room. “Good job following instructions. Are you ready for your reward?”

  She nodded, staring at his cock as it came closer to her. He guided himself to her entrance and pushed her legs forward until they were resting next to her head. He plunged in hard and deep. Already she loved the feeling of his cock pounding her and wondered how she’d ever been able to live without being screwed. “Oh, Pete, that’s wonderful!”

  He thrust into her wet pussy over and over again fast and deep. “Is that how you like it?”

  “Yes!” she screamed as she climaxed around him again. She watched his face as he kept thrusting harder and harder. She couldn’t thrust back in the position she was in, and had to rely on him to make her feel good. She just lay there and took it, staring into his eyes.

  Finally he grunted, and collapsed on top of her. He stood up, and that’s when she realized that he’d never even taken his jeans off.

  “Get up and get dressed so you can check me out,” he told her.

  She obeyed immediately, but asked, “Don’t you want to stay and talk? Or we could go see a movie or something?”

  “I just got done fucking you,” he told her. “Why would I care to do something else with you?”

  She looked down at her hands which were twisting her sweater. “When will I see you again?”

  “You’re coming to my apartment after swim practice tomorrow,” he told her. “I’ll drive you there.”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled. She opened her door and led him to the front desk signing him out quickly. That hadn’t gone as she’d planned. She’d pictured him being so thrilled to have the opportunity to screw her that he’d be her slave. It looked like it was going to be the other way around.

  Chapter 2

  Brandi watched Pete at swim practice the next day. She’d never before realized how flirty he was with all the girls. Maybe she was just another one of his “sluts”. She hoped not.

  She was slightly sore that day. He’d really pounded into her, and it made for a slower than usual swim practice for her. He caught her gaze once and let his eyes drop to her mound as it pushed against the front of her suit, like he knew that she was sore. When he looked back up at her, he was smirking.

  After practice, he was waiting for her outside the locker room. “You ready?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  As soon as they were in the car, he said, “Take your bra off. I want you to go into my apartment with your tight shirt and no bra.”

  She reached behind her and did as she was told. Staring forward, afraid to make eye contact with him, because she knew she’d see cruelty in his eyes.

  He held his hand out and she handed him the bra, then he started the car, and dro
ve quickly to his apartment.

  “Pinch your nipples. I want my roommates to see how tight the nipples are on your tiny little titties.”

  She squeezed them through her shirt, wondering why he was doing this to her.

  They got out of the car, and he opened his front door. His roommates were sitting in the living room. One was sitting on a chair at a computer. The other was sitting on the couch.

  “Hi guys. This is my slut, Brandi. You can just call her slut, though,” he said with a grin.

  His roommates were both very attractive. Both were blond with blue eyes. They were tall men and very muscular. They looked like they could be twins. “Are you brothers?” she asked softly, embarrassed by what Pete had said to them.

  They both had their eyes glued to her nipples. “Yup,” the one on the chair said.

  “We’re going to my room so I can fuck her brains out,” he told them. “Do you guys want her to strip for you first? So when you hear her moaning, you can imagine me plowing her?”

  The brother on the couch grinned. “Sounds good.”

  Brandi looked at Pete. His joke wasn’t funny to her.

  Pete looked at Brandi. “Strip for them.”

  “I can’t do that!” she protested.

  “You will do it!” he snapped.

  She reached for the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, trying not to look at the men watching her. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Pete slip into another room. He came back with something in his hand, but she couldn’t tell what.

  She kicked off her shoes, and then quickly removed her socks. She wanted to get this over with. Her hands went to the fastening on her jeans, and she pushed them off her hips.

  “Walk to the couch and bend over with your ass in the air,” Pete told her.

  She immediately walked to the couch, only clad in her panties, and did as she was told. She was relieved that she hadn’t had to take her panties off for them.

  “Sam, come on over here,” he said to the guy seated on the couch. “She gets ten.”

  Sam walked over, and stood behind her. Brandi wondered what she would get ten of, and hoped that she wouldn’t be feeling his hands on her.