"No, I want to go now. One hundred is fine."

From Create Your Own Story

He shrugs, swallowing the pill, and uncuffs your hands one at a time. He goes to his backpack and pulls out some forms. You sign some papers, barely aware of what you're doing, he takes your contact information.

Then you leave the hotel, walking home. You feel his cum leak out of your ass in your jeans, and blush knowing you're going to be downloadable porn within the month. Not quite the birthday you had in mind...

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)