by Derek Price
Tyler’s thoroughly enjoying making her squirm and doesn’t want to let up quite yet, so he sticks another finger inside her and bangs her pussy for a little longer before finally giving in to her request.
He pulls his fingers out of her pussy and slides his tongue out of her ass. He rises up and puts one knee up on the couch and leaves the other foot on the floor so he’s half-standing, then positions himself directly behind her ass and slips his cock into her pussy.
Tyler tries to start off slow but Brandi’s so wet and slippery from all the licking and sucking that it’s nearly impossible. His cock glides in and out of her pussy with barely a hint of resistance as he fucks her, his hips slamming into her ass, making it bounce and jiggle with every thrust.
He grabs her shoulders and uses them to pull her back into him at the bottom of every pump, increasing the force in which their bodies are slamming against one another.
“There you go,” Brandi says. “Right there. Right fucking there.”
One of Tyler’s hands slides up her neck and grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, pulling Brandi’s head back as he fucks her.
Her back is arched and her shoulder blades are showing through her skin.
He slaps her ass with his free hand.
“That’s right, baby,” Brandi says. “Spank me.”
Tyler slaps her ass again.
“Punish me,” she says, her head turning back to look at him. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”
He releases her hair and slaps her ass again. With both hands this time. One for each cheek.
Brandi yelps and shakes her head from side to side, causing her hair to fly around and her body to shake beneath him.
But Tyler doesn’t stop fucking her. He doesn’t even slow down. He slaps her ass again. And again. And again until both cheeks are bright red.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Brandi screams.
He stops spanking her ass and slows down for a moment to catch his breath.
But she keeps on working, moving her ass back against his cock, doing all the work while he remains still.
Tyler turns his head and uses the mirror to watch their bodies come together from a different angle.
Brandi looks in the mirror and sees him watching.
“You like it when I back my tight little ass up against you?” she says, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “You like it when I do all the work?”
“I love it.”
“Yeah?” she says. “You want me to do it harder?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Brandi says, slamming back into him more forcefully, her voice taunting him, teasing him, torturing him. “Like this?”
He nods and watches in the mirror as she backs into him even more aggressively.
And then Tyler can’t take it anymore. He grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them and proceeds to once again take control, slamming into her hard enough to move her body forward with every thrust.
With her ass cheeks spread wide, Brandi’s asshole is beckoning. Loosened up from the action earlier in the evening it’s spread wider than usual, not quite gaping but not completely closed either. It’s just begging to be played with.
Tyler gathers up some saliva and spits on Brandi’s asshole, then starts working it with his thumb, rubbing the outside for a little while then sliding it in and moving it around inside, loosening it up, getting it ready.
After Brandi’s asshole is nice and loose he slides his thumb in as far as it will go, still slamming his cock into her all the while.
Her groans grow louder, more intense, as does her bucking, just like they do every time he starts playing with her ass. Even though she’s never actually come out and said it, he’s pretty sure she likes anal sex more than vaginal.
“You like my thumb in your ass, don’t you?” Tyler says.
“I fucking love it,” Brandi replies, turning her head back to look at him.
“But what you really want is my cock in there,” he says. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck your ass with my big cock.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes please,” Brandi says.
“I don’t know,” he says with fake ambivalence as he slams up against her even more aggressively. Hearing her beg always turns him on. “I don’t think I believe you.”
“Please, please, please give it to me,” she says, her voice an exaggerated high-pitched whine. “I want your cock in my ass. Please give it to me. I want it.”
“You want it?” he says, playing out the string as long as he can. “Or you need it?”
“I need it,” Brandi says, full-on begging now. “I need your cock in my ass.”
“Well, if you insist,” Tyler says with mock reluctance.
And with that, he slips his thumb out of her asshole, then pulls his cock out of her pussy and slides it into her asshole. Even though it’s a tight fit it slips in easily, with all the ass play they’ve had tonight it’s more than lubed up enough without any outside help.
But still, Tyler doesn’t move against her at first. He lets Brandi do all the work in the beginning, allowing her the chance to get her asshole loosened up before he starts fucking her ass proper.
She starts slowly, moving her ass back against him in short, deliberate strokes. As her asshole opens up the strokes become longer and it isn’t long before she’s taking his entire cock in her ass, from tip to base, in smooth, slow strokes.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, his eyes locked on her ass as it swallows his cock whole. “Work that ass. Fuck my cock with that tight little ass of yours.”
She starts bucking more aggressively against him, her ass bouncing off his body, his balls slapping against her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her ass.
“Like that?” Brandi says, turning back to look at him.
“Just like that,” he replies.
After a few more thrusts he’s had enough of her doing the work. It’s time to take control. Tyler brings his other leg up onto the couch to give him more leverage and grabs ahold of Brandi’s hips and starts slamming his cock into her, pummeling her ass like a wildman.
“Just like that, just like that,” Brandi says, the words coming out in a breathless rush. “Stretch that tight fucking ass out. Yes, yes, yes!”
His hands slide up her back to her shoulders and press down on them.
Brandi gets the hint, relaxing her arms and dropping her head down to the couch. She turns her head so half of her face is lying flat on the cushion while the other is turned to the side, watching him fuck her ass in the reflection of the mirror.
Tyler’s legs are starting to tighten up so he scoots his feet further forwards, changing the angle and giving him even more leverage. Squatting over Brandi now, he hammers away at her ass, pounding her with everything he has.
Brandi runs her arms backwards and grabs ahold of her asscheeks and spreads them wide, stretching her ass, opening her asshole up even further.
“Ohmygod,” she screams as Tyler fucks her. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! FUCKFUCKFUCK!”
Brandi’s body shakes and shimmies beneath him, her head moving back and forth, her hair flying everywhere. She lets out a wordless groan and then her body bucks a couple of times and then falls still, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
Taking mercy on her, Tyler slides his cock out of her ass, climbs off her and sits down on the couch, giving Brandi a moment to catch her breath.
“Holy shit,” she says, rolling over until she’s sitting normally on the couch next to him. Her breathing is still deep and ragged but almost under control. “That was fucking incredible.”
“What’s that? Orgasm number four for you?” he says, looking over at her with a little smirk.
“Five, actually,” she says.
He shakes his head. “That is so unfair.”
“Like I said before, that’s life.”
“Tell me about it,” Tyler says, his voice filled wit
h outrage that was only partially fake. “Five orgasms for you already and not a single one for me. And to top everything off, I’m the one paying.”
Brandi’s smile grows wider. “Yeah, that sucks for you.”
“Hell, you should be paying me.”
She laughs and shakes her head dismissively.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” Brandi says, sliding towards him. “You’re right, that’s all. You should be getting paid for your talents.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Not by me, of course,” she says.
“What? Why not?”
Brandi grabs ahold of Tyler’s still rock-hard cock and starts jerking him off. “Because,” she says, “Why you should I pay you to fuck me when you pay me to fuck me?”
“Because you get five orgasms to my one,” Tyler says.
“Yes, but that’s only because I’m so good at my job,” Brandi says, leaning over and licking the tip of his cock. “If I wanted to, I could make you cum within minutes, and then what would we do for the rest of the hour? Talk?”
“You couldn’t make me cum within minutes,” he says.
Brandi looks at him like she can’t believe he just said that. “Please,” she says. “I can make you cum whenever I want to. It’s only because I want you to feel like you get your money’s worth that I wait until the end of the hour.”
“Bullshit,” Tyler says.
“Fine,” she says. “Want to bet on it?”
“Sure. How much?”
“If you win, I’ll give you a freebie next time.”
“And if you win?” Tyler asks.
“You pay me double for tonight.”
“How long do I have to hold out?” he asks.
“Five minutes,” she replies.
“Two,” he counters.
“Three,” Brandi says. “Three minutes without blowing your load and you win the bet.”
“Done,” Tyler says, grabbing for his phone on the end table near the couch.
“But you can’t pull away,” Brandi adds. “You have to let me do whatever I want to you. Any funny business and you forfeit.”
“Fair enough,” he says, cycling through the menu on his phone until he comes to the stopwatch app.
“Shall we shake on it?” Brandi says.
“Sure.”
They shake hands.
“When do we start?” Tyler says, his finger over the button that starts the stopwatch.
“Now ,” Brandi replies, dropping down to the floor, and spreading his legs wide before he has a chance to start the clock.
He presses the button and drops the phone on the couch by his side just as she swallows his cock whole, deepthroating him with ease.
Brandi holds his cock in her throat for full ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before letting it slowly slip out, inch by inch. Once it’s free she starts attacking it immediately, moving her mouth rapidly up and down on it while her hand works his shaft right below her lips and her other hand works his balls, squeezing and caressing them. His cock is slippery as hell from all the saliva she’s generating, allowing her hand to work his shaft feverishly while still maintaining an insane level of pressure.
Watching Brandi work is just making it that much harder to maintain control so Tyler pulls his eyes away and looks around the room, trying to distract himself. But nothing’s working. What she’s doing simply feels too good.
Tyler glances down at his phone and sees that only 20 seconds have passed. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. He has absolutely no chance of lasting 3 minutes without blowing his load. He’ll be lucky if he makes it to the 1 minute mark.
Fuck it, he thinks to himself. No reason to fight it. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.
He turns his attention back to Brandi just as she pulls her lips off his cock and takes his balls in her mouth, sucking and slurping them intensely while still working his cock with her free hand.
She takes both balls in her mouth at the same time and pulls down on his sack, pushing the envelope between pleasure and pain but bringing him ever closer to orgasm.
Tyler tries to not make any noise, hoping to fool her into thinking he’s still far away from cumming but he can’t help himself. A brief gasp escapes his throat and she looks up at the sound.
Catching his eye, Brandi gives him a knowing little wink, then goes back to work, pushing on the back of his legs, lifting them up, rolling him back in the couch, giving her a better angle to work with.
And—he quickly learns—giving her easier access to his asshole.
With his underside more exposed, Brandi goes to work on his taint, licking and rubbing it with one hand while she works his cock more slowly with her other one.
She quickly makes her way down to his asshole proper, exploring the outside of it for a few seconds before licking it, then sucking it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it and bouncing her face against his ass, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper and deeper inside his asshole while continuing to jerk him off.
Tyler’s been desperately holding on for the last 15 seconds and riding the edge of orgasm for the last 5 but he simply can’t hold out any longer.
“Fuckingshitgodammitmotherfucker,” he says in a breathless rush as his body tenses up like it never has before.
Smiling like a demon, Brandi lays off his asshole but continues jerking him off as Tyler’s body bucks beneath him. She pulls back slightly on his cock as he cums, pointing it at her face as the white ribbons of sperm shoot out of his cock with a force unlike ever before, spraying her face and hair and over her head and flying into her open mouth.
Tyler bucks again, and again, and again, each time sending an ever-decreasing spray of cum onto Brandi’s smiling face.
“Holy shit that’s a big load,” she says, laughing under her breath.
“Tell me about it,” Tyler says.
Once he’s finally done she licks his cock clean before finally releasing it.
“Did you even make it halfway?” she asks.
He looks at his phone. It has just passed the 2 minute mark. He presses the button, stopping the clock.
“It was probably close,” he says. “But I doubt it.”
“I tried to tell you.”
“You sure did,” Tyler says. “I should have listened.”
He walks over to the other side of the room, grabs his wallet out of the desk, and pulls 5 one-hundred dollar bills from it.
“Here you go,” he says, handing her the money. “Another five hundred in cash on top of the five that went on my card.”
Brandi drops the money in her purse and heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she says.
“I wish I could say the same,” he says under his breath as she closes the bathroom door behind her.
But he doesn’t mean it. The way he figures it, even at a grand an hour Brandi is well worth the money. Hell, he’d pay more for her if he had to.
Hopefully I never have to, he thinks to himself.
He flops down on the couch and takes a deep, exhausted breath, already looking forward to their next session.
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DAY 3 : THREESOME
Tyler is at the hotel where he always hooks up with Brandi, relaxing on the couch in a bathrobe with a beer in his hand and watching SportsCenter when he hears a knock on the door.
Brandi.
Even though he’s been seeing her regularly for a couple months now, butterflies of anticipation fill his stomach as he flips the TV off, sets the bottle on the end table, climbs off the couch and heads for the door.
He opens it without peeking, as usual, but gets quite a surprise.
Brandi’s not alone.
Standing next to her is another girl. They’re wearing identical black strapless dresses that barely contain either of their bodies and black fuck-me pumps. But their outfits are pretty much the only thing they have in common.
The new girl is a couple inches shorter and not quite as skinny as Brandi, with black hair to Brandi’s blonde, pale skin to Brandi’s bronze tan, and a pair of large, glorious tits to Brandi’s small, perky ones. Her lips are fuller, her face is more rounded and she’s wearing more makeup than Brandi.
They’re totally different from a physical standpoint; the new girl is more hard-edged and definitely sluttier-looking than Brandi but as Tyler evaluates them both, he realizes they have one more thing in common besides their outfits.
An important thing.
They’re both smokin’ hot.
“What do we have here?” he asks, deferring to Brandi, not sure what the protocol is in this type of situation.
“Tyler, this is my friend Tina.”
“Hello Tina.”
“Pleased to meet you, Tyler,” Tina says, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, European style.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Tyler replies. His eyes are locked on her tits, which are threatening to spill out of her little dress.
“So are you going to invite us in or just stand there with your cock sticking out?” Brandi asks, smiling like the devil.
Tyler looks down and sees that his already hard cock is indeed sticking out of the folds of the bathrobe. Laughing, he covers himself up and steps aside, allowing the girls to enter.
“I’m going to go powder my nose,” Tina says, turning and heading towards the bathroom. She’s wearing a tiny black strapless dress that can barely contain her body.
Tyler can’t take his eyes her big, bubbly ass working feverishly beneath her dress as she walks away from him.
“We’ll be waiting for you,” Brandi replies as she sits down on the couch.
Tina disappears into the bathroom and Tyler takes a seat in the lounge chair across from Brandi. Leaning forward, he says. “What exactly is going on here?”
“Just what it looks like,” Brandi says. “I brought a friend along to play with us this evening.”
“Just on a whim?”
“Pretty much,” she says. “I thought you’d enjoy having two girls at the same time. Was I wrong?”
“Not at all,” Tyler says. “It’s just . . . I didn’t know this was going to happen and I don’t have enough cash on me to cover another girl.”