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By Anonymous (address withheld by request)

This is a story that happened about four or five years ago. My life has changed since the time of this story, but it came up in conversation with some friends and they insisted that I write it down. While I have to change one or two of the details so that I don't get caught, the story is essentially true. The woman in question is a real person is hard as that might be to believe.
I was at kind of a low point socially. I had been through an emotionally and finically devastating divorce, and was having trouble getting going again with the opposite sex. My ex-wife, Robin was a beautiful, fiery redhead that I had been totally in love with. Robin had wonderful freckles, a great body with large breasts, and a bright red pussy. I was convinced that she was my sole mate until the day she ran off with my best friend, and most of my possessions. It had been a year, and I was ready to move on.
On a friends urging, I attended a "Jewish Singles" club at a downtown Chicago Synagogue. There were about 20 men and women each there, and most seamed to already know each other. I sat by myself and looked around. I noticed this one girl, that tried to jump into various conversations, but was rejected by each group. I decided to talk to her myself.
Details: Her name was Bonnie; she was dark and short with very tiny breasts. She squinted as she looked at you, and you could sense her bad eyesight beyond her contact lenses. She was an unemployed accountant, and seemed angry at the world. In a short conversation she spoke of what assholes all of the other people were. She pointed to 3 or 4 guys who she had dated that were, "complete jerks". To be honest, she didn't have a good thing to say about anything. As I said, I hadn't dated in a while, so I asked for her number. She refused, but asked for mine instead. I gave it to her, and she left.
A couple people came up to me, and said be careful of Bonnie. She is a certified nutcase. Some felt that she was on medication, but not enough. I was told stories of her almost getting in physical fights with people in the parking lot that parked too close to her. I was told of her literally yelling at strangers at various events. Bonnie was not just wacky, she was really nuts, just what I needed.
Bonnie called me the next day, and suggested dinner. I picked her up at her Condo in Chicago's Gold Coast. It was a very small, but nicely furnished one bedroom. She explained that it had been a gift from her parents. At dinner she didn't stop talking. She complained that her parents loved her brother more than her. She talked about all of the corporate accounting jobs she had, where someone sabotaged her. She even went into what movies were lousy, and which sports teams she hated. During all of this talk, she still had time to send her meal back, and be rude to the waitress. It was a fun night.

After dinner, we went back to her condo. As Bonnie and I sat in the window seat, and watched the city life of Chicago, she told me what a great listener I was. She got very complementary, and before very long started to kiss me, and clean my tonsils with her tongue. As we Frenched, I felt under her blouse for her breasts, and almost couldn't find them. I think she had the tiniest boobs I'd ever felt, although her nipples were larger than most. Bonnie offered no resistance as I reached under her skirt, moved her pantyhose down (she was so skinny it was easy) and started to finger fuck her. This went on for a while as Bonnie continued to kiss me, and stroke my dick through my pants.
Bonnie asked me if I'd like to go to the bedroom. She was so wet; it was dripping onto my hands. In the bedroom, we both undressed and got under the covers. As I moved to go down on her, I couldn't believe how much hair she had. This girl was not into bikini wax. From the second my tongue found her clit she was coming. She made enough noise to bother the neighbors. After a very short time, Bonnie stopped me and asked, "What's your pleasure sir?" It was kind of funny to see her try to look and sound sexy. I said, I guess a blowjob would be nice. She was on it. Honestly it was not the best blowjob I've ever had, but it was one of the most enthusiastic. As soon as I came, she rolled over, grabbed a Kleenex, and loudly hocked into it.
And thus started my affair with Wacky Bonnie. She wanted to be with me every second. Since I had a vasectomy, she never wanted me to wear a condom. Each night, Bonnie would ask me what my pleasure was. She would fuck or suck me each night, or both if I asked. When I told her that I wanted her to swallow my come, she gave up her Kleenex. I would wake up many mornings at 3 or 4 am to find her sleeping and sucking on my dick like it was a pacifier. If I asked, Bonnie would blow me in the car as we drove, in the elevator of her building, or anyplace I wanted. She was fast becoming my slave for any command I gave her was "her pleasure sir."
It was fun to make her blow me outside of her parent's house just before we went in for a visit. I got a charge out of her kissing her Mom and Dad right after she had swallowed my come. I loved going to restaurants, and finger fucking her through the whole meal. From her stifled noises, to her moving around, I'm sure other people could figure out what was going on in our booth. Despite the wild sex, Bonnie remained an annoying miserable bitch. She complained in line at the supermarket. She hated most movies we saw. She was always late, was a horrible driver, and was constantly yelling at someone.
I think I made her blow me so much just because it shut her up. I knew this would not last. There was really nothing we had in common. In fact I really didn't like much about Bonnie. He tits were nonexistent. Eating her left me with a mouth full of hair. Conversation sucked. Fucking was really not that good since she was so skinny. The glue that held us together was the blowjobs.

After about 2 months of Bonnie, I got a promotion at my job that caused me to travel to Florida every other week. When I was gone, Bonnie went even more nuts. She would call me, and want to talk until 4 or 5 each morning. If I went out to dinner for business, I would find up to 10 voice messages from her. It was oppressive. After the third trip to Florida I decided to break up with her. I wanted to do it in a fun way, and Florida gave me the idea. I had found a "swingers sex club" in Florida. I decided that just before breaking up with Bonnie, I'd make her go to a club like that in the Chicago Area.
Some of the folks I met at the Florida Club gave me the number and a contact at a private swingers club in Chicago. The second day home from that trip, I told Bonnie that I had a special surprise for her. We went to dinner, she complained as usual, and then headed for the private residence where the swinger's party was to be held. Bonnie didn't have a clue, I told her these were friends with a swimming pool. When we arrived, there were already about 12 people there. Bonnie had no idea what was going on, but I took her to a quiet room, and told her I needed a blowjob before we went to the swimming pool.
I told Bonnie that I wanted her naked, so that I could finger fuck her while she blew me. As Bonnie did her thing, I could see 5 people move into the room with us. There were 3 guys including a large black guy, and 2 women. One of the women was a short blond, slightly overweight, with gigantic boobs. As soon as I came in Bonnie's mouth, and she pulled up, this blond lady was kissing Bonnie so hard she couldn't talk. At that point one of the other guys started to go down on Bonnie. The other woman, an older housewife type, climbed on me for a quick fuck. The other white guy was all over the Blond that was kissing Bonnie. As I watched this scene unfold, I could see the black guy playing with his large dick. The Blond pulled away from Bonnie to give full attention to the guy playing with her. As soon as her mouth left Bonnie, our Black friend stuck his giant cock deep into her throat.
When our Black friend came, I thought Bonnie would choke. She started yelling and screaming so loud and fast we couldn't understand a word. I told her to calm down and relax, that I thought this was what she wanted. The others left us, and all Bonnie wanted to do was get dressed and go home. Once home, I told her that I was really into the swinging scene, and that if she didn't want it, we should break up. It was funny to see her thought process. She had obviously hated our night, but to keep me was actually considering doing it. I told her that we'd sleep on it. I woke up that night with my dick in Bonnie's mouth. She was asleep, but I still enjoyed the warmth.
That morning I told her we needed to stop seeing each other. As I left for the elevator, she chased me naked down the hallway pleading for another chance. She told me she'd fuck other people if that was what I wanted. I asked if she would do black guys, and she said she would do whatever I told her to do. I said right now, blow me here in this hallway, and then go back to your condo. She did. That afternoon, I came home, told Bonnie I thought she was becoming a slut, and said I was leaving her. She pleaded with me, but I left right then.
Bonnie destroyed the few things I had left at her condo. It took about 3 months for her to stop calling and paging me more that 10 times a day. I've moved on, and I am grateful that she got me out of my doldrums. I don't miss anything about her except for the blowjobs. Since I know her screen name, I do see her every once in a while in a chat room. I've changed my name so she does not know it is me, but ever once in a while when I'm bored I just fuck with her mind. I'll start "chatting" with her, and push all her buttons. I can get her SHOUTING INTO THE INTERNET, whenever I want. I guess I won't give my name, because this really is a true story.