An Extremely Kinky Affair (10 page)

“
Yes.”

“
And how does an escort
keep their clients?”

“
By making them
happy.”

Brandi smiles at him and tilts her head
slightly. “So you see what I’m getting at, don’t you?”

Tyler nods.

“
Now, I can’t promise you
that you’ll like it,” Brandi says, “But so far I’ve never come
across anyone who hasn’t. And to a man they’ve ended up asking for
the same treatment on other occasions. There is just something very
liberating about giving yourself up to someone else, letting them
control you, allowing them to have their way with you. And not only
that, but it inevitably leads to better sex down the road
too.”

“
Why’s that?”

“
Because it tends to open
things up between people,” Brandi says. “Being on the other side of
the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is
feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more
empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll
communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable
they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex
will be.”

“
I take it you’ve
experienced this phenomena before?” Tyler says.

“
Oh, I’ve been through it
a few times,” she says.

“
I’ll bet you have,” he
says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else,
you know that?”

Brandi raises her eyebrows twice in quick
succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases
her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”

Tyler takes a deep breath, lets it out
slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a
shot.”

She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a
couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her
excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Tyler
isn’t sure.

“
You won’t regret it,”
Brandi says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”

Tyler narrows his brow in concern.

“
Don’t get me wrong,” she
says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where
you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the
end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee
it.”

“
If you say
so.”

“
Oh, I do,” Brandi says.
“I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a
little help with it?”

“
Yes.”

“
Yes what?” she asks. Now
that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone,
similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s
reverted back into dominatrix mode.

Tyler looks at her with raised eyebrows and
shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”

 “
Yes, mistress,” she
says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a
five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”

“
Yes, mistress,” he says,
sufficiently cowed.

“
That’s better,” she says,
her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help
getting your cock hard?”

“
Yes mistress.”

“
I bet you do,” Brandi
says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like
for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock
until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”

“
Yes mistress.”

“
You’d probably like for
me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a
bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her
face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a
seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your
cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and
lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth,
gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me,
making it so I can’t breathe. Is that what you want?”

Tyler just nods, her words affecting him so
much that there is no possible way he could spit any words out
right now.

“
Well too bad,” Brandi
says, her voice mocking. She quickly pulls her head back and climbs
off of him. “Because that’s not in the cards for today.”

Tyler feels a stab of disappointment.

“
But,” Brandi continues.
“The good thing is you’re hard as hell now, and all it took was me
talking you through it.”

Tyler looks down and sees that his cock is
indeed sticking straight up. He laughs softly and shakes his
head.

“
Now put it back in your
pants,” she says.

He opens his mouth to protest.

“
Don’t even think about
it,” Brandi says, tilting her head as though scolding the dog.
“Just do as you’re told.”

“
Yes mistress,” Tyler
says, his voice reflecting his disappointment as he stuffs his cock
back into his jeans and zips up the fly.

“
Now we can get started
for real,” Brandi says. She turns around so her tight, perfect
little ass is facing him. It’s hovering directly in front of his
cock, no more than a foot away, taunting him.

She turns around and bends over at the
waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are
taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at
him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm
smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.

“
You like this ass of
mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.

Tyler nods.

“
Say it,” she barks at
him.

“
I like your ass,” he
says.

“
You can do better than
that.”

“
I fucking love your ass,
mistress.”

“
That’s much better,” she
says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of
mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from
cumming?”

“
Yes,
mistress.”

“
You think you can, huh?
Well, let’s find out.”

Brandi straightens her body up and backs up
towards Tyler until she is pressing up against the inside of his
legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smile at him,
then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it
against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of
his jeans.

Moving her body in a circular motion, she
rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times,
then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her
tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.

Tyler stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her
to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when
she turns her head to look at him.

“
You like this,
huh?”

He nods, unable to speak. Brandi laughs and
starts grinding him more aggressively.

Tyler takes a deep breath and tries to calm
himself. But Brandi isn’t having it. She increases the intensity
further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in
circles, back and forth, up and down.

A soft groan escapes from Tyler’s mouth.
Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already
he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the
combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have
imagined. Brandi sure knew what she was doing.

“
So soon?” Brandi says,
reading his mind.

“
I’m fine,” Tyler says.
It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of
her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can
take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.

But Brandi doesn’t cut him any breaks.

“
Hands to yourself,” she
says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say
you can.”

Moaning, Tyler drops his hands back to the
couch. Brandi grinds his cock for a little while longer before
finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.

Tyler exhales audibly, thankful for a break,
now more how short-lived it might be.

Brandi gives him a few seconds to gather
himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and
gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts
breathing harder.

Brandi laughs. Then she gives his cock
another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch,
looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.

“
What do you think so
far?” she says.

“
I like it,” Tyler
replies.

“
I knew you would,” she
says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started
yet.”

Tyler doesn’t know if this is a good thing
or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Brandi is
already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she
straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of
him.

She doesn’t provide any relief for his cock,
leaving it trapped beneath his pants while she rides him. She seems
to be taking it easier for the time being, varying her pressure up
a little more often, not taking him so close to the edge before
giving him a chance to relax.

Shortly after one such lull she reaches
behind her back and releases her bra. She pulls it off, revealing
her small but incredibly perky tits. Her nipples are rock-hard and
sticking out like pencil erasers.

Tyler reaches out to grasp her nipples; he
just can’t help himself, they’re simply too inviting, too perfect
to not be played with.

Brandi lets him rub them between his fingers
for a few seconds before shutting him down. She grabs ahold of his
wrists and pins them back against the couch, one on either side of
his head.

“
What part of no touching
don’t you understand,” she asks.

“
I’m sorry,” Tyler says.
“I couldn’t help myself.”

“
Well you’d better learn
to, otherwise it’s going to be a long night for you.”

“
I’ll try, mistress,” he
says.

“
Not good enough,” she
says. “Do it.”

“
Yes,
mistress.”

Brandi nods and starts once again grinding
on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and
she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason
he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim
that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s
still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling
something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in
ways that their normal sessions didn’t.

Brandi must have been able to read his
facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly
after they cross his mind.

“
It feels good, doesn’t
it?” she says.

He nods.

She grips his wrists more securely, pushes
them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his
cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding
him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing
intensity.

“
Do you still want to play
with my nipples?” Brandi asks.

“
Yes, mistress,” Tyler
replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature
now.

“
Then come get them,” she
says, continuing to ride him.

He starts to move his arms forward but she
pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.

“
Not with your hands,” she
says. “Use your mouth.”

Tyler smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this
little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But
still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see
Brandi’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks
up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by
shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she
is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely
out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this
idea,

But he’s not willing to give up just yet.
Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his
tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.

Brandi can’t hide the groan of pleasure that
comes from her mouth even though she tries.

Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it,
Tyler shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Brandi
moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee
bit short.

Disappointed, he looks up at her.

“
Come on,” she says, “You
can do it.”

Tyler strains further forward, stretching
his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned
to the couch by Brandi. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but
before he can do anything else Brandi pulls her body back a little
further.

“
Ah, come on,” he says,
his voice an exaggerated whine.

She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad,
huh?”

He nods vigorously.

“
Fine,” she says, leaning
forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding
nipple.

Tyler sucks on it greedily, rolling it
between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while
he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same
treatment.

Brandi releases her hold on his wrists and
wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his
head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest,
forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to
breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.