Hotel O

Fuck me. I’d give my left kidney to have that inside me.

D: There you go, Kitten. You make me hard. And your play makes me want to come all over you.

NaughtyKitten: I’m drooling.

D: Maybe I’ll let you lick it some time.

NaughtyKitten: My tongue is waiting.

Is that slutty? Whatever, I don’t even care. I’ll be his slut. It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just sex, and sex is good.

D: Now … stuff that dildo inside you. I want it deep, all the way to the base. Then put on your panties again.

I narrow my eyes. What is he asking here? That I walk around with it?

Still, I grasp my panties and shove the dildo deep inside until I feel it every time I move, and then I slide my panties back on.

NaughtyKitten: I don’t understand why?

D: Keep it in your pussy for the rest of the day.

My eyes widen.

NaughtyKitten: But I’m at work.

D: So?

Of course, he’d say that.

I rub my lips together. If I protest, he’ll probably say the same thing as before—that this is what I asked for. Humiliation. And to be honest, I did. And I do like it. I’m just not sure how far I’m willing to take it.

D: Doubting your own needs?

NaughtyKitten: Maybe.

D: Don’t. Just do it. Have fun.

I take a deep breath and adjust in my seat. The dildo moves inside me, teasing all my senses. Fuck. I was supposed to do some work today. But with this thing inside me? No way that’s gonna work.

D: Try to concentrate. Send me pics when you can. Every hour. I want to see if you can commit.

NaughtyKitten: And what if I don’t?

D: Oh … I know you will.

A smirk spreads across my lips. This guy … God, this guy.

D: Now, spread your pussy lips and rub your clit while you think of me. But don’t come.

Fuck, he’s really going down and dirty this time. Still, I can’t resist shoving my hands down my panties and circling my clit.

D: Can you feel the dick inside you? Imagine it’s me.

NaughtyKitten: Oh yes, I want it.

D: Turn on the camera. Show me and moan for me. I wanna hear you enjoy yourself.

Fuck yes. I quickly grab my phone and hold it close to my panties as I turn on the camera, showing him the wetness pooling right in the fabric and my fingers going crazy down there.

I know he can hear me.

The video is live this time, and I don’t even care.

All I want is for him to fuck me and make me come again and again. Fuck, that’d be nice.

D: Stop.

Well, fuck. I was this close to actually doing it even though I know he said I couldn’t.

When I pull my fingers back, my clit is engorged and throbbing, and the dildo inside me feels so tight.

But the picture he sends me when I turn off the live video is what makes me gasp.

It’s a black napkin … covered in cum. His cum.

I swallow down the lump in my throat.

D: If you were here, I’d make you lick it … then shove it into your mouth and fuck you in the ass.

NaughtyKitten: Oh my God … Yes, please.

I immediately save the picture to my drive for keepsake in my secret treasure trove. Jesus, I’m going to come so hard to that image.

Suddenly, someone jerks the door handle. I pull my fingers from my panties, aimlessly chuck the phone into my purse, and close my laptop quickly.

“Kat, did you have those notes for—” Crystal busts into my office and immediately looks befuddled. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

Fuck.

Did I forget to lock my door? Why? Why the hell did I forget?

A blush spreads on my cheeks as I try to hide the evidence, randomly picking up a cup of coffee, which was already empty, just to pretend to slurp, and a pen to tap on my notebook. “No, no, I was just … emailing.”

She frowns, gazing around the room, clearly noticing the closed blinds.

“I have a headache,” I explain, shrugging. “Happens.”

“Oh yeah …” She smiles awkwardly, but I feel as if I just avoided a mother lode of trouble.

She isn’t my boss, but I hate leaving bad impressions on fellow co-workers. And this would definitely get me into trouble.

“The meeting’s about to begin. Do you have the notes?” she asks, approaching my desk.

The moment I shift in my seat, the dildo moves inside me, and I freeze.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply, trying to play it cool by rubbing my back. “Aches. You know how it goes. That time of the month.” I roll my eyes.

“Oh, I see. If you need anything, let me know.” She winks. “I’ve got plenty of spare pads.”

“Ah no, I’m fine, thanks,” I mumble, cringing at the thought.

I scan my desk and quickly grasp the notebook, tearing off the pages she needs. “Here.”