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I asked. Badly, with a lot of ums.
Vivienne just smiled. “Anal,” she said, helpfully. “You can say the word, Graham. I’m not going to faint.”
“Is it, er…”
“It’s on my list. With the right man, slowly, with lots of lube, and with me in charge of the pace.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “You’d be my first client in a while. I don’t offer it to people who are rude in emails.”
She fetched a bottle from her bag and showed me, step by step, like a very patient teacher. Fingers first, then one more, slick and slow, her face in the pillow, her breath coming harder. Then she rolled a fresh condom onto me, lubed me herself, and knelt on the bed with her back arched.
“Slowly,” she said. “I’ll push back when I’m ready.”
I held still and let her. She pressed back onto me a little at a time, gasping, until I was all the way inside, the heat and tightness of it almost unbearable. She reached between her own legs and touched herself and told me to move. I did, carefully, then less carefully when she asked.
She came first, shaking. I lasted about four more seconds.
Afterwards she lay on her front, grinning into the pillow.
“Five stars on the website, please,” she said. “Under the bonus clause.”
Ending 4 of 16: The Bonus Clause. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.