In my pussy.

"Inside me!" I moaned, too high on my earth-shattering orgasms to care.

“A-Are you sure?!” he demanded, sounding surprised and unsure even though he was still hammering me.

I looked over my shoulder and nodded, watching him as he gripped my hips tighter and giving me all he had. I had to bite my lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming as the sheer **** of his thrusts sent me into yet another orgasm, my whole body shaking in sheer lust. Finally, I watched as he grit his teeth and shut his eyes hard, grunting as he came.

"Holy fuck...!" the big guy moaned, shakily holding out my payment.

Looking at the money, I felt myself coming down from my high, the reality of what we’d done crashing down on me. I just nodded and took the money, and we both stood there for a little while, unable to say a word to each other. Eventually, we got ourselves decent, and he took off without a word, leaving me alone in the alley, leaning against the fence.

Feeling immense guilt run through my mind at what I’d done, I tried to take my mind off of it by counting the money, thinking of what to do with it. Unfortunately, I never did get to go with any of my ideas at the time. Turns out, the condom didn’t hold that well, and my client was nowhere to be seen after our encounter, so every penny I had wound up going into taking care of my child. But, as much as she served to remind me of what had happened that day, if there’s one thing I’m NOT on the fence about, it’s how much I love her, and how I wouldn’t change a thing that brought her into my life.