Hotel O
Clarissa Wild
Contents
License Notes
Books by Clarissa Wild
Music Playlist
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Sample of Bad Teacher
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
More Declan & Kat
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HOTEL O
By Clarissa Wild
Hotel O © 2018 Clarissa Wild
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Music Playlist
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“Red Sex” by Vessel
“Devil In Me” by Built For The Sea
“Suspense” by StudioKolomna
“Penthouse Floor” by John Legend ft. Chance the Rapper
“My Song 9 MV” by Nova Heart
“Paper Love” by Allie X
“Casanova” by Allie X
“Easier” by Mansionair
“Beck + Call” by July Talk ft. Tanya Tagaq
“Someone” by July Talk
“Close” Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo
“Desire” by Meg Myers (Hucci Remix)
“Burning Desire” by Lana Del Rey
“Who’s Your Daddy” by Benny Benassi
“Rescue Me” by Unions
“Wrong” by MAX
“Puppeteer” by MAX
“Masked Ball” by Jocelyn Pook
“Just A Cloud” by Lusine
“Don’t Stay” by X Ambassadors
Prologue
Declan
Pleasure is business.
That’s our motto here at Hotel O.
No-strings-attached gratification is what we provide. Nothing is off-limits. And all of it stays within these walls.
My job as the organizer of these events requires a personal sacrifice. Girlfriends are a liability I can’t afford, so I get my satisfaction elsewhere.
Online. Anonymous.
Nothing beyond a one-night stand …
No one has to know. No one will find out.
And the more time I spend on this chat site tonight, the more I’m starting to think I’ve found the perfect toy to play with.
Chapter 1
Kat
Name: NaughtyKitten.
Age: Twenty-seven.
Currently Wearing: Blue tank top.
My profile is blank with the exception of two small tidbits.
As dirty as can be. Humiliate me.
It might sound wrong, but that’s what these chat sites are for. People don’t discuss the weather or work here. No one cares who you are in real life, and no one wants to get to know you. Everyone just wants to have fun. That’s why I love this site so much.
Being cooped up in my tiny one-story house with little breathing room in my private life has made me eager to try new things, and this … this little gem right here is proving to be one of my favorite things to do late at night.
Or any time of day really.
I’m a sucker for exciting things. Or rather … dicks.
I can’t help myself. Growing up so sheltered has me wanting to try literally everything out since I’ve been living on my own. Nothing’s too thrilling for me, and I haven’t yet found a line I don’t want to cross.
That’s what you get when you’re not allowed to date, and your parents are protective as hell. You resort to being a sneaky bitch and having boyfriends climb up to your room in the middle of the night. But all that fades compared to what I really want. To what I’m thinking of when I play with myself.
I want to be taken. Used. In every way possible.
I’ve wanted it for so long, but no man who came into my life after I moved out was ever up to the task. Most men shy away when I tell them my dirtiest wishes. Guess I’m a lot of maintenance in the bedroom. Or maybe they’re just not into experimenting. Who knows. So I resort to online stuff instead. It makes it easier to quit without even having to say a word.
I can just exit the window and be done with it or hop on to the next. Quiet and under the radar.
Privacy is a big thing on this chat site. No one will ever know it was me who was on there, which is the most important factor. If my friends and family ever discovered what I really liked, they’d run for the hills. Hell, if my boss found out, she’d probably fire me on the spot for lewd behavior.
Especially if she knew I sometimes go to this chatroom at work. But no one has to find out. It’s my dirty little secret.
And now it will be his too.
Because someone has already pinged me for a private conversation … and when I check out his profile, I’m pleasantly surprised.
Name: D.
Age: Thirty-three.
Currently Wearing: Suit. Commando underneath.
Description: No commitment. No strings. Just pleasure … and you doing everything I tell you to.
A wicked grin spreads on my lips as I take a sip of my coffe
e and press the accept button.
His picture appears too now. Second surprise of the day. It’s not a dick pic. It’s a picture of him buttoning up his sharply creased shirt.
Well, now I’ve seen it all.
A man who won’t show off his dick the very first chance he gets? Color me intrigued.
And not only that, but he looks rather … buff too. Because I can definitely see those pecs underneath his shirt.
My mouth is already watering.
But I have to remind myself that this is only a fantasy. Once I close the laptop, he’ll be gone forever.
With a smirk on my face, I start typing. If he won’t be the first to say something, I’ll break the ice. I’m not that shy … but maybe he is.
NaughtyKitten: Hey.
No response.
I can see him typing, though. What kind of greeting takes so long to write?
D: Take off your clothes.
I frown. What’s this then? Going all out right away?
NaughtyKitten: No ‘hi’ first? Maybe we should talk first? See if we match up?
D: I take no pleasure in formalities. Are you here to play or not?
I take another sip of my coffee and narrow my eyes. He’s very straightforward. I haven’t decided yet whether I like it, but I’ll play along. See where it goes.
NaughtyKitten: Yes. What are you here for?
D: To get off.
NaughtyKitten: Then we have a mutual interest.
D: My interest is you. Now take off your clothes.
NaughtyKitten: What gave you the impression I’ll do what you say?
I lick my lips and set my coffee down as I wait for his answer.
D: Because you want to. Because you asked for it.
NaughtyKitten: Where?
It takes him a while to respond.
It’s not a text.
It’s a picture of my profile description.
D: Was this a lie?
NaughtyKitten: It wasn’t. But I like to know who I’m speaking to as well. What do you like?
D: You. Naked. Fingering yourself for me on camera.
I’m not gonna lie, that actually made my pussy clench.
NaughtyKitten: Okay. But what makes you think I will trust you with pictures?
D: You don’t have to trust me. I’m just here to humiliate you. Now do as I say.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as my finger hovers over the touchpad. I’m tempted to close the chat right then, but something stops me. The curious side in me refuses to let go of this opportunity. I’ve never talked to a man like him, so straightforward with what he wants. It’s almost … scary.
Scary exciting. Too exciting.
But then I remember I’ve been living the norm because other people want me to. Not because I want to.
I want to be filthy. I want to be someone’s plaything. I want this. Now.
So I smile and start to type again.
NaughtyKitten: Tell me what to do.
D: Send me a picture of your tits.
I rub my lips and contemplate it for a few seconds. Should I? It’s not as if I haven’t sent them to a dude before. I always make sure to blur out or cut off my face, of course. I don’t want anyone to recognize me. There’s really no reason not to. Except … I normally talk with a guy before immediately jumping into the sex chats with them.
But I guess this guy likes things to move along.
Okay. No problem. Challenging myself to push my boundaries is fun.
I check my laptop for any pics I already took and find one of my boobs, which I send to him.
It doesn’t take him long to respond.
D: That’s not from today.
My brows draw together. How can he tell?
D: Wrong shirt.
Oh … right. I forgot you had to enter what you’re wearing.
D: Are you trying to fool me?
NaughtyKitten: No.
D: How will I know if you really look like the picture on your profile?
NaughtyKitten: It’s me. Promise.
D: You’re really a naughty kitten … playing dirty.
It’s a picture of my boobs covered by a small pink bra, which is enough to lure the men without giving away my best asset. Obviously, he paid attention. Smart.
D: I won’t accept a pre-made picture. I need the real deal. Now. Write the letter D on your left tit. Make your nipples nice and hard. Twist your right nipple. Send me a picture. Nude.
Holy shit. He really is demanding. I like it.
I lift my tank top to expose my boobs and grab a marker, penning the letter down on my left one. Then I make my nipples hard and twist the right one, taking a picture with my phone. I immediately upload it to my laptop where I edit it until my face is no longer visible.
One … two … three seconds of doubt. It’s sent.
My whole body trembles with delicious electrical vibes as I wait for his response. I don’t know why I always like this moment so much or what excites me about a man seeing me for the first time. Maybe it’s the forbidden aspect … that makes me feel really, really dirty.
D: Good … Now this is what I wanted to see.
NaughtyKitten: Do you like my tits?
D: Oh, yes. I’m already hard as a rock.
My pussy thumps again at the thought. I wonder what he looks like. How long and thick he is.
NaughtyKitten: Send me a pic.
D: You listen to me. Not the other way around. Remember what you came here for.
I frown. Well, isn’t he cheerful. Though, I suppose he’s right … in a way.
D: But I’ll humor you this time. Because I like you.
Not too long after, he sends me a picture … but not of his dick. No, it’s his button-up shirt, the same one from his profile picture, pulled up all the way to the top of his neck. All I see are … abs … but my God, do they look lickable. A small trail of hair leads downward from his navel, past his V-line, right to where I want to put my mouth.
D: Like what you see?
NaughtyKitten: Oh, yes. Although I was hoping for more.
D: Patience is a virtue.
NaughtyKitten: I’m not patient. Or good, for that matter.
D: A true naughty kitten then …
I take another sip of my coffee, which isn’t even hot anymore. Shit. I completely forgot about it in the heat of the moment. Guess I’m a sucker for a filthy fuck … and this guy certainly strikes me as one.
D: But how naughty are you?
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?
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