Hotel O

Is this a trick question?

NaughtyKitten: As naughty as you want me to be.

D: Do you have a video camera?

Well, this could get interesting.

NaughtyKitten: I have my phone. Is that good?

D: Film yourself while you play with your pussy. I want to see it all. Up. Close.

I jump up from my seat and grab my phone, then take off my panties. They’re already soaked. Jesus, am I this easy? Apparently I am, and I don’t even care.

I sit down and place the camera near my legs, so it only films my pussy and not any higher. I don’t want to expose my face. But before I start, I send him another message.

NaughtyKitten: Ready.

D: Open your legs as wide as you can. Touch your clit. Make yourself wet.

Fuck, I already am. But I still rub myself anyway. I can’t help it; the thought of someone watching soon makes me so goddamn horny. I can’t wait for him to see it … I wonder if it’ll make him come.

The camera is recording as I flick my clit and moan out loud. I hope it picks up my sounds. I’m already soaked and swollen when he types more.

D: Finger yourself. First with one. Then with two. And when you do, think about how dirty you’re being. How bad you are.

Fuck, yes. I love it when they talk dirty. It only makes me moan louder.

I shove a finger in and imagine he’s doing it while he claims my mouth. I imagine him making me come and then shoving his dick into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him down. God, I want it all. Every inch of filth.

D: Finger yourself until you come all over the chair and show me the wetness on your fingers. I want to see how much of a filthy slut you really are.

Fuck me, when they start calling me names, I’m begging for mercy.

I don’t know what it is about being humiliated that turns me on so much, but it does.

D: Come like the slut you are. Come all over your hands and the camera.

One second is all it takes for the explosions to fill my body and take over. And I sink into the chair as my body convulses, my legs quaking with need. Fuck … what I wouldn’t do for a dick right about now.

NaughtyKitten: Fuck … Yes.

D: Did you come? Show me.

I hold my fingers in front of the camera and then turn it off with my other hand. Then I wash my hands and get back to my seat. I contemplate shutting off the chat. I got my fill. Then again … I haven’t met many dudes like him online. I don’t want this to stop.

So I upload the video from my phone to my laptop and play it to make sure it doesn’t show my face before I send it to him. When I click the button to send, my heart begins to race.

What if he finds out who I am? What if he uses it against me? Makes me lose my job? Or worse …

A shiver runs down my spine.

No way he can find out who I am from just a video of my pussy.

Besides, it’s already too late. I already pressed the button. He’s already downloading it as we speak.

I just have to believe in him and stop worrying about the consequences. I wanted this. I needed the excitement. So I’ll have to accept whatever happens. It’s part of the thrill.

When he starts typing again, I blow out a sigh of relief.

D: Tell me what you thought of when you fucked yourself like that.

NaughtyKitten: You.

D: What did you imagine me doing to you?

NaughtyKitten: I thought of your fingers, pushing inside me. You, making me come. And you … shoving your dick down my throat until I can’t breathe.

D: You like that, filthy slut?

NaughtyKitten: I love being used.

D: You’re still wet, aren’t you?

NaughtyKitten: Yes. And I’m greedy for more.

D: You’re even more perfect than I thought.

Perfect? What does he mean? Does he intend to make this into more than a one-time thing? God, I hope so, even though it goes against unofficial chat rules …

D: I’m rubbing my cock right now … watching you play with yourself. Does that turn you on?

NaughtyKitten: Fuck, yes. I want to see.

D: If you’re naughty enough, I might show it to you.

NaughtyKitten: I’ll do anything. Just give it to me.

D: Anything?

NaughtyKitten: Yes.

D: Then let’s make this a rain check.

I suck in a breath and pause. Where is he going with this?

NaughtyKitten: ??

D: Next time you log on, you contact me. We’ll see how much you want to see this.

NaughtyKitten: Next time?

D: Do you work?

NaughtyKitten: Yes. But we’re not supposed to talk about that.

This is so strange … I’ve never talked with a guy who wants to do this again. Also, it’s not advised because it could put members in jeopardy if they keep in contact. Yet I can’t stop talking to him. I want more. I want so much more.