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  “You know,” I said.

  “You were about to cum, weren’t you?”

  “Bingo,” I replied as I crawled toward her.

  “But you’re not quite done with me yet, right?” she said.

  “Exactly,” I said, grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her back.

  “Ahh, I see,” Bonnie said. “You want to look at me while you’re fucking me, don’t you?”

  “That’s part of it,” I said.

  “And the other?”

  “I want easy access to your face so I can blow my load all over it when I’m ready to cum.”

  “Fair enough,” Bonnie said, smiling like a demon. “But make sure you get some in my mouth. I want to taste your cum.”

  “Oh, I think I can handle that,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted them up, folding her nearly in half with her ass up off the ground.

  “Ahh, the good old missionary position,” Bonnie said. “And to think, the night started off on such a good note, all extreme and shit, only to devolve into the lowest common denominator by the end.”

  “It’s a classic for a reason,” I said, not falling for her taunts. “And don’t worry, I’m planning on throwing a little twist in there for you so you don’t get bored.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Bonnie said as I slid my cock into her pussy, which was just as wet as it had been all night. Despite all her talk to the contrary, she was still enjoying herself immensely, that much was obvious.

  I rose up onto my knees a bit to give myself more leverage then slid my cock into Bonnie’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her knees in the air with my arms, which were locked out, my palms on the floor.

  “Holy fuck,” she cried as I slammed my cock into her, our bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “I’m not gonna lie. That feels pretty fucking good.”

  “I told you before,” I said between deep breaths. “It’s a classic for a reason.”

  “I guess you were right,” Bonnie said. My balls were slapping up against her backside and my hips were grinding into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at me. Her voice was more controlled than earlier, more demanding. I could see how she would be a great dominatrix. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she uttered in that tone increased my intensity. Pretty soon I was fucking her with the entire length of my cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

  “That’s right,” she said, her tone the same as a moment ago. “Give me that fucking cock. Break me in fucking half. Punish me, baby. Punish me.”

  I released one of her legs and shoved my fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while I fucked her.

  “There you go,” she said while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks. “Right there. Just like that. Just like that.”

  Her tone made me dream of being dominated by her, which was driving me crazy beyond all belief. I was mere moments away from cumming now. I realized there was only thing I could do to extend my time inside her.

  With this in mind, I pulled my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath and making it impossible for her to talk any more.

  “You like that?” I said. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Despite her professions of boredom, Bonnie’s pussy was more inviting than it had been at any other time all night. It was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to swallow me whole. I felt like I could fit my whole body inside her. And the feeling had me wound up to a point I’ve never previously been to.

  I completely let go of all my inhibitions and totally opened up on Bonnie, slamming into her with an intensity I’ve never before reached, hammering my body into hers.

  Bonnie’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and I suddenly realized I’d been choking her with the same intensity as I’d been fucking her. A couple more seconds and she would be out cold.

  So I did the only thing I could do; I let go of her throat.

  Just like earlier, as soon as Bonnie came back from the edge of unconsciousness, a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. This one was even bigger than the other one, a low growl coming from her mouth and her entire body shaking and quivering for a full five seconds and even suffering a couple of aftershocks before falling still. Once it had finally passed, she gasped for breath and made defeated sounds beneath me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of satisfaction and thanks and staring straight at me.

  “Oh my fucking god,” she said in hushed, reverential tones that clashed with the wide grin on her face. “That was fucking transcendent. Thank you.”

  As pathetic as it sounds, knowing that I’d finally gotten her off in a meaningful way was what finally pushed me over the edge into orgasm.

  Despite my desire from earlier to cum on her face, after what we’d just experienced together a few seconds ago, I just didn’t have it in me to defile her like that. So instead, I asked her if I could cum inside her.

  “You can cum wherever and however you want,” she said. And for once, she was sincere. No more mind games, no more fakery. Just Bonnie. The real, true Bonnie.

  And so, when it was time for my body to do its thing, I relaxed and let it, pumping my cock into Bonnie’s pussy as I came, shooting my seed inside her. It was a monster load, the biggest I’d ever experienced, with so many spasms I lost count after eight.

  After I was dry as a bone, I rolled off of Bonnie and laid down on the floor. We were lying side-by-side, both of our backs to the carpet and our eyes to the ceiling.

  “Well, that was interesting,” Bonnie said. “Not to mention unexpected.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it,” I replied.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was great. Incredible, even, but I’m not real sure what happened there at the end.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “Do you think we could ever repeat it?”

  “I doubt it,” I said. “Do you?”

  “I don’t think it’s possible.”

  “Yeah, probably not.”

  “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

  “No it doesn’t,” I said.

  “For the regular fee, of course,” Bonnie said.

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”

  “Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier. And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”

  I realized Bonnie was laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reason to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”

  “Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”

  “Either that or you’re insane,” Bonnie said.

  “Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.

  I started to laugh. Bonnie joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.

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