It finally happens

Until one day I did. While watching yet another of Hunter’s videos, I found her booking site on my other monitor. My cum filled brain was acting on my behalf, deliberately acting fast so I wouldn’t catch myself stopping. “Nothing to lose, it’s only 250 dollars and no one will ever know,” I thought, peeking back at her hypnotizing thrusting ass, hearing her belittling words on full speaker volume. I quickly filled my name and email address with autofill, hit the checkout button and just like that I came almost as abruptly and as hard as when I had almost bought it the other day. But this time I had sealed the deal. It was done.

I sat there paralyzed. What the fuck just happened? Did that truly happen? I was in shock, honestly. Maybe my imagination was running tricks on me, maybe I hadn’t just bought a hooker to deflower me. But no. In my emails I found the receipt, and in my bank account I saw I was 250 bucks shorter than two minutes ago.

As much as I was horrified, I was also starting to feel a small portion of excitement too. I went from asking myself ‘is this really happening?’ to state, ‘this is really happening.’ But what now? There wasn’t any address, and I sure as hell couldn’t accept something like that to happen under my own roof. I’d never be able to live here another minute, especially if I proved to not like Hunter’s big cock violating me.

My answer came shortly after, ebbing away every possibility of this being a figment of my imagination. An email popped up with an address for a motel, a time and date. I looked at the calendar. It was happening tomorrow already, at six PM, just after work.

It was strange. I was excited yet utterly nervous. Shouldn’t I be more freaked out? This went against so much of what I was. Seriously, am I really going through with this? I decided to get some sleep instead of staying up all night contemplating. I switched off my computer and lay down in bed. Sleep came quicker than I expected.