She laughed prettily and said there was a place we could go. We agreed what seemed a very reasonable price and, my last shreds of conscience falling away, Brandi took my hand and led me through the crowded bar to a flight of stairs. I suppose I had been naïve not realising that the bar itself doubled as a knocking shop. We entered a dimly lit windowless room which contained nothing but a double bed, a toilet and shower cubicle, and a corner table bearing a pitcher of water, a few rather grimy drinking glasses and a glass bowl filled with condoms. The room was boiling hot and the fly-spotted ceiling fan clearly wasn't working.
We sat on the bed and Brandi immediately unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. She wasn't keen on me kissing her on the lips, but dipped her head to my chest and started nibbling and sucking my nipples, which I found surprisingly erotic. Meanwhile, her hands released my painfully stiff dick and started lightly stroking it. I was getting desperate to shag her, and I pulled at her dress. She lifted her bum off the bed to allow me to pull the dress over her head, then pulled my head down to her small olive tits. I pressed her back onto the bed and sucked one into my mouth, flicking the hard little nipple with my tongue. I trailed my other hand across her belly, to the edge of her pants, but to my surprise she grasped my wrist and pulled my hand away. I looked at her in surprise, and said "We are going to...?"
She gave me her gurgling laugh again. "Of course we fuck, but not too soon, I give you really good time." Mentally shrugging I decided to let her control the situation and returned to sucking on her tit, tweaking the other nipple with my fingers. She made a few slightly artificial-sounding moans of pleasure then, detaching her boob from my mouth, slid down my body and pushed my trousers and pants down around my ankles. She gasped in apparent admiration at the size of my erection, then took it into her mouth.
