Kat

With a cup of steaming coffee, I close the curtains and sit down behind my laptop. Without thinking twice, I turn on the browser and go to the chat site I always go to when I get bored. It’s late at night, and I’ve finished all my work for tomorrow, so why not enjoy myself? I’ve earned this.

I enter a name and a birth date and log in.

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 hey … 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 we don’t want to know you. We just want to have fun.

That’s why this site exists … and why I love it so much.

Being cooped up in my little apartment 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 a 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 out literally everything since I’ve been living on my own. Nothing’s too thrilling for me. Mostly in the sex department.

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 want. To what I’m thinking of when I fondle myself.

I want to be taken. Used. In every way possible.

I’ve wanted it for so long, but any man who came into my life after I moved out was never up to the task. Most men shy away when I tell them my dirtiest wishes. Guess I’m a lot of maintenance.

Which is why I resort to online stuff instead.

This makes it easier to quit, without even having to say a word.

You can just exit the window and be done with it. Quiet and easily. No one will ever know it was me, which is the most important factor. If people only knew what I really like, they’d run for the hills. Hell, if my boss found out, he’d probably fire me on the spot for lewd behavior.

Especially if he 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 coffee 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 well-ironed 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 just 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 actually 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 or not, but I’ll play along. See where it goes.

NaughtyKitten: Yes. What are you here for?

D: To get off.

NaugtyKitten: Then we have a mutual interest.

D: My interest is you. Now take off your clothes.

NaugtyKitten: What gave you the impression I’ll do what you say?

I lick my lips and put 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 own 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 mouse button. I’m tempted to close the chat right there and then, but something stops me. The curious side in me refuses to let go. 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 like 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.

I frown. 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 is trembling with delicious vibes as I wait for his response. I don’t know why I always like this moment so much. 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.

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 too dirty to be patient. Or good, for that matter. It’s in my name.

D: Sinful … I like that.

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: 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?

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 almost jump up from my seat and grab my phone, then take off my panties. They’re already soaked. Jesus, am I this easy? Yes, 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. 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 begin rubbing 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 keeps typing 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 harder.

I shove a finger in and imagine it’s him 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 a lot of 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.

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’d better 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 purring for more.

D: You’re more perfect than I thought.

Perfect? What does he mean? Does he intend to make this into more than a one-time thing?

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, 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 … a guy who wants to do this again. Also, it’s not technically allowed, because it could put members in jeopardy. Yet I can’t stop talking to him. I want more. I want so much more.

D: So you have a lunch break then?

NaughtyKitten: Yes. Twelve thirty.

D: Good.

D: Monday. Twelve thirty. Same names. Same outfit. And bring a dildo or a vibrator.

NaughtyKitten: But I’m wearing inappropriate stuff. And a dildo? At work?

D: You will wear this and bring the dildo because I want you to.

NaughtyKitten: But …

D: Humiliation, remember? It’s in your profile.

Well, he isn’t wrong. I just … don’t know if I can do it.

D: Do what I want, and I’ll give it to you. Every … inch.

Just the thought makes me drool.

But before I can even say okay or no, he’s already canceled the chat and gone offline.

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