Random Brandon

[sirhugs]

You know how sometimes you (or at least I) get a title stuck in the brain, with no idea to match?

well, "Random Brandon" is my current mindblock.

Best I've come up with for a plot is Gal a says to Gal B "Who are you dating (or fucking) these days?" Hal B responds "Oh, just some Random Brandon..."

No idea where it would go from there, and don't consider myself a master of the female POV.

 

[Zionisacat]

Girl is at a gangbang/orgy/swingers party. Someone fucked her doggy style that was just absolute perfection. She never saw his face and only knows his name is Brandon because someone commented "fuck yeah Brandon, give it to her".
The next day she's trawling through all the random Brandons on Facebook trying to find The One.

OR

Guy not name Brandon has been set up on a blind date. He's scouting the place they're set to meet and spots two seperate single women glancing around nervously. One hot, the other not so much. The hot one spots him and comes on over.
"Are you Brandon?" She asks
He realises he's been set up with the not so hot one but decides to roll with this instead. "Yep, that's me, I'm Brandon."
She takes his hand and drags him into the toilets AND THEN THEY FUCK!!
Afterwards she says "OK, I've done my part. Now release the hostages/go save mankind/destroy the flash drive/unleash the tentacle monster."

 

[Carnevil9]

......Afterwards she says "OK, I've done my part. Now release the hostages/go save mankind/destroy the flash drive/unleash the tentacle monster."

Ha! I like that one. Or maybe she says, "I don't know why you wanted Covid so badly, but you're all set now."

My take:

Maybe Brandon is a very meticulous, OCD kind of guy, and he is getting tired of everybody thinking he is so predictable. So he decides that from now on, he will do everything based on random chance. He programs his phone with an app that will select at random from all available options. When he gets dressed in the morning, the app randomly picks out his clothes. When he goes out for lunch, his app randomly chooses from the menu. When he reads his email, the app randomly picks the order.

Then when he gets home at night, and his wife wants to have sex, he whips out his app to randomly decide what they will do between the sheets.

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

A "story within a story," story ...

A semi-professional pornography producer creates a movie that essentially rips-off the classic tale of Cinderella.

Set in a modern European Principality the "Prince" is a hedonistic princess who adores "butt-lovin'," and throws quarterly orgies in the palace to welcome each season. "Cinderfella" like all of the night's attendees was wearing nothing identifying. Just shoes -- that marble is quite cold -- and a Marti-Gras style feathered mask.

It wasn't his physical attributes, no, that would make the Princess'es search too easy. But known to all of the "Ladies Tired of Waiting" the "Better Buggery Boy" known as "Sir Brand-on-butt" is a technical virtuoso. His pseudonym coming from the idea that once he works his magic on you he "owns" your butt. Just as if you wore his physical "brand."

Not willing to wait another 90 days for her next "hot beef injection," the Princess has her private secretary make a list of all of the male attendees. With the help of "Karin Tongue," her personal maid, and a few friends she travels to their homes. Then she "goes down (on)" the list in her effort to find the talented Sir Brandon.

Alas, although the "Royal Party" has great fun in their search -- as do the actors and actresses who reprise their roles for the cameras -- and while the Producer gets tons of marketable footage. Sir Brandon was not an invitee. It turns out that he was the younger brother of three very well-satisfied sisters. Skullery maids -- who truly enjoyed a bit of skull-fucking, on or off duty -- that snuck their beloved brother in to "enjoy the way the nobility lived."