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As Olivier stood up, I lay down on my front, wincing as my sensitive pudenda brushed against the bedclothes. I was eye level with his hard, upright dick.

"You don't need to," he said as I extended my tongue and slowly licked the underside of his cock, but his voice was wavering. "Tonight is about me giving pleasure to you."

"I need to taste you," I said, and I meant it; I was possessed by the need to wrap my lips around him. Enthralled, I studied his rod from his black bush to the glossy pink tip. I put my lips together to kiss the tip of it, teasing him, swirling lips and tongue around, daring him to penetrate my mouth. I could feel how excited he was. A drip of clear pre-cum fluid leaked from the tip of his penis, and I relished its sharp saltiness. The self-control that Olivier had exhibited all night suddenly evaporated; he began fucking my face. I let him shove his big dick right into my throat, watching his face relax as he abandoned himself to pleasure, pleasure that I was giving him. I could have sucked that dick all night. The more I sucked, the hotter and wetter my pussy got. I was astonished; after an orgasm as intense as the one I'd just experienced, I thought I'd used up my quota of sexual pleasure for at least a month. But as the tip of Olivier's dick banged against the roof of my mouth, I realized that I was ready for round two. Olivier pulled out his dick from between my lips. I knew he would have come in my mouth if he hadn't. He pushed my body back on the bed, and, with his hands on my breasts, he kissed me on the neck again, making my body spasm as a droplet of liquid leaked out from between my legs. As he balanced on his forearms and leaned over me, the reflections of my jewelry cast tiny brilliant lights on his skin.

He paused for a second to retrieve a condom he'd placed on the chair beside the bed, and I watched him unroll it onto his dick, which was bouncing and twitching and growing even bigger by the minute. Then he was inside me, his huge cock filling me up and about to split me in two. He was kissing me, his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth in time with the vigorous thrusting of his penis. If Olivier was just going through the motions of passion, he was a brilliant actor; I had never felt more desired. With a strong hand, he pulled up my thigh so that it was level with his side. This change in position meant that his dick was rubbing furiously against my clitoris. This is it, I thought as I began to rush and my vision began to blur. It's going to happen, it's going to happen soon.

Pounding and panting, he exploded inside me, pressing down on my exhausted, engorged clit as he did so. We came at the same time, breathing in each other's breath as our bodies pulsated and convulsed, less intense than the first orgasm but longer lasting. It was the sweetest relief I had ever known. As I lay on my back with Olivier on top of me, I could feel his spent dick grow limp inside me. After a few moments, he withdrew, got rid of the condom, cleaned himself up, and kissed me again.

I looked at my bedside clock. It was two thirty a.m. Olivier and I had been in my apartment for around an hour. That fuck had cost me $2,000. I got up and reached for my purse, safe in the knowledge that it had been worth every penny. But when I tried to hand a wad of crisp $100 bills to Olivier, he shook his head and refused the money.

"I usually have to pretend," he said, smiling. "I usually have to fake it. But that was the best fuck of my life. That one was on the house."

"Thank you," I said, flattered and pleased. I watched him dress, savoring my last glimpse of his body before he let himself out of the apartment and hailed a cab in the street. I waved to the taxi, wondering if I'd ever see him again. Probably not. Why risk spoiling a perfect memory? And I might never get another fuck on the house.

Turns out that the best things in life are free, after all.

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