I always wanted to make a name for myself, so I did my best to stand out in the crowd however I could. From climbing the tallest tree in the park when I was a kid to skydiving fresh out of high school. I did everything I could to make a name for myself, even if no one asked me to. It’s why, like everyone else, I wanted to be famous. Nowadays, people could upload videos of just about anything and strike it rich. Pulling in new fame overnight suddenly became a reality, and I wanted that more than anything for myself. I honestly deserved it.
So, I took one of my lesser interests and tried turning it into something that could make me into a household name. Ghost hunting has always been popular; people claiming to see spirits and encountering monsters in shady out-of-the-way places. I started small with my channel at first. Visiting local haunts until I got myself a decent fanbase to support me. The old camera I used was quickly replaced with a shiny new one as soon I made enough to pay for it. I thanked them for backing my hard work; happy things were paying off, but I still needed something better. It’s not like I’m the only one out there trying to get footage of the things that go bump in the night. As much as I wanted to rest on my laurels, I know I can’t and turn to the internet for help.
I reach out to fans and message boards alike to see if I can find myself a story. It takes a while to find one that stands out over the rest. A lot of the ones people tried to get me behind were already covered by someone else, so those were a no-go. It takes months before I get anything worthwhile. A fan of mine messaged me about a hotel on the west coast called the Shelburne Hotel. Apparently, it’s got a reputation for being haunted, but no one made a video on it yet. It supposedly had everything from ghosts popping up in the pool to even peering from the windows at guests. A quick search online proved that no one else had recorded about it already, and I figured I could check it out.
I packed a bag and headed there as soon as I lined up a ride. Let’s just say I wasn’t impressed. What I found was a generic three-story hotel, but it’s well kept, at least. I bite back my disappointment before heading inside to check into my room. The entryway was nice. The walls are decorated with fancy paintings and decorative wooden shelves. It’s nicer than the motels I usually ended up staying at, but it’s on the emptier side. When I approached the check-in desk, there’s no one there, so I rang the bell a couple more times than I should have. After a few minutes, a woman stepped from the back office, and suddenly, the whole trip seemed a little more exciting.
The receptionist looked like she belonged in movies instead of a hotel in the middle of nowhere. She had long dark hair that stops just short of her shoulders, framing her pale face. Her eyes were a dark shade of green with a hint of something coy behind them. I can’t see much else because of the counter but enough to tell me she’s got a nice figure to match. I leaned a bit more on the counter, trying to keep my eyes from wandering, but if she noticed, she didn’t mind. She greeted me with a smile before running through the motion like she’s likely done hundreds of times before.
“Hello, sir, welcome to the Shelburne Hotel. Checking in?”
“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my voice even, “Should be under Nowell. Eddie Nowell.”
Her fingers drum over her keyboard while she works, focusing solely on the screen while I focused on her. The more I looked at her, the more I made a note of things about her. She looked older than me; I guessed in her forties, but it’s hard to tell for sure. Anyone else I might have even asked and tried to get an answer, yet I hold my tongue with her. If I wanted to make a move, I needed to make a good first impression.
“Mister Nowell,” She cleared her throat to get my attention. “Room 206. You just need to take the stairs around the corner until you reach the second floor. The elevator is out of service, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t worry about it. So,” I skimmed her name tag, “Veronica. If I have any problems, then you’re the one I call?”
Her fingernail gently tapped the desk, “At least until check-in hours are over.”
“And If I wanted help after hours?” I asked hopefully.
“Then you’ll just have to call me personally.”
She reached beneath the countertop and pulled out a pen before scrawling her name onto the back of one of the hotel business cards. I take it without a second thought but grin at her.
“Talk to you soon.”
“Enjoy your stay, Mister Nowell.”
I wished the rest of my stay at the Shelburne could have been that eventful. Night after night, I walked through the hotel with my camera trying to record any paranormal activity. The scariest things I came across were some faulty wiring and the occasional rat, which I planned on mentioning if I left a review. No ghost appeared in the windows, and no spirits haunted the pool even after three days of searching. I packed in on the fourth day, deciding the whole thing was a bust and I wouldn’t need my camera anymore. As frustrating as it was, I couldn’t do anything about it besides blocking the person who told me to come here, which I enjoyed. I did have something else to look forward to since I finally called Veronica. She answered, listened to what I had to say, and said she’d be right up.
Figuring I had enough time to at least straighten up my room, I finished packing up my camera and clothes so they wouldn’t be in the way. I swear she must have run up the stairs because she knocked at my door in minutes although I didn’t pay it any mind. When I opened the door, she greeted me with the same smile she had at the front desk, but there was something seductive about it now.
“Mister Nowell.”
“Veronica.”
I shut the door behind her, bolting it shut after I put the do not disturb sign on for good measure. I didn’t want anyone knocking at my door when things were getting good. She took a while to check around my room but soon turned her attention back to me. Her fingers tracing her collarbone and revealing more of the skin beneath her clothes. I watched her gesture towards the bed, obediently sitting on the edge while she kneeled in front of me. I wish I could say I held out before she even touched me, but I’d be lying. My cock was pushing against my jeans so hard she had no problem finding it. She traced her fingers over its length as if trying to picture it firsthand, but the corners up her lips upturn into a little smile.
“You like what you see?” I asked her, although it’s done rhetorically.
“Mmm. I’m really happy you called.”
Her cheek brushed against my length, letting her nuzzle into it with a sigh. I can feel myself getting harder and harder, even from the faintest feeling of her touch. She doesn’t seem to mind; instead, she pressed delicate kisses against my shaft working her way closer to me. I gripped onto the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turned white. It took all the self-control I have to not try to keep my voice down, and even then, I whimpered. She must have liked torturing me because she continued the same act. Kissing along my length lovingly even as her expression tinted with lust. I can hear her breathing getting deeper and the eagerness that came from her lips. I just tried to go along with it for as long as I could; I can only assume she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied.
When I feel her starting to shimmy down my pants and underwear, I did my best to help her. I had a rough idea how worked up she made me but seeing it firsthand was something else. My dick throbbed angrily, with precum seeping from the tip. Every time I felt her breath brush against it, I nearly sprung to my feet. I felt like I’d been electrified from top to bottom. I’m not even sure how long it’ll take me to cum, but she planned to find herself. Her hand wrapped itself around my cock, giving it a playful stroke that nearly made me break out in shivers. She worked the shaft tenderly while pressing a kiss to the swollen head. I can feel her tongue darting over it, cleaning away the cum from the slit and stimulating it again.
My hips jerked towards her demandingly. I can hear her giggle, muttering something under her breath before she takes me into her mouth. After edging me so far, I think this is even better a reward than I pictured. Her mouth is tight and hot. Her lips sealed themselves around the tip, sucking on it gently while she continues pumping the rest in her hand. I felt my body bouncing up with every stroke, trying to make them seem faster, although she eventually obliged. She speeds up her hand while at the same time working up to taking me into her throat. I feel the tightness start to change; I even hear her struggle, but she’s persistent. She didn’t stop until she rammed every inch of my cock down her throat, looking up at me with joy. Her throat squeezed down on me as she pulled off, struggling to catch her breath. Bits of drool stick to her lips and my dick binding them together.
“I need it inside,” she purred as she moved to her feet. I watched her discard the rest of her clothes until she’s wearing nothing else. It gives me a second to fill in the finer details about her I had only imagined. Her hips were wide and perfect—her ass fight and firm. I couldn’t get where she needed me fast enough. She got on her hands and knees on the bed; her arms stretched out in front of her while she hiked up her hips. I used my hand to line up my cock with her pussy, but I don’t give it to her yet. Instead, I tease her entrance with the tip letting her arousal get it wet. I’m glad knowing I wasn’t the only one worked up, but I planned on paying her back for what she did. Grabbing her hips, I draw her to me.
Veronica’s pussy enveloped me greedily, contracting around my dick and inviting it in deeper. I obeyed. I didn’t stop until I felt my hips meeting hers with a satisfying slap! If only for a moment, I drank in the experience. Her tightness, the feel, and how lucky I am to come away from this trip rewarded. She whimpered beneath me, pushing her hips out, and I drove mine forward with more strength. The bedframe collided with the wall with a hollow bang, but it’s lost on us. I only fixate on pounding her cunt for all it’s worth. I used her to vent my frustration, but I assumed she was using me to do the same. Her whimpering grew to screams of pleasure while I felt curses spill past my lips.
“Harder! Harder!” She screamed, forcing her hips back in time with mine.
“Show me how much you want it.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it so hard her back arched into a beautiful curve. She shouted until he voice grew hoarse, but her body accepted me eagerly. I tightened up my hold on her hips until bruises started to form. Her voice rises to a shriek, and I feel her seizing around me. Something wet hits my thighs as she squirts magnificently with a sob. I don’t slow down even though I think I heard her beg me to. I’m too far gone drowning myself in pleasure and deafened by the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears. A tight feeling pooled in my stomach until it’s too much to ignore. I felt my toes curl as I flung myself forward, trapping Veronica beneath me. At the same time, I pushed us together with finality and came. For a moment, I felt weightless as ropes of my cum pumped themselves inside her. Her folds squeezing tight as if to ring every drop out of me, which they succeeded in doing. Her body thrashes beneath me as another orgasm tears itself through her, then another and another before we both went limp.
“Oh shit,” I panted, “That was…”
“I hope that means you enjoyed your stay.”
“You know it.”
I blinked slowly, trying to keep the sun out of my eyes. I felt exhausted and sore, which I expected. Yet, I didn’t expect to wake up standing outside the Shelburne Hotel with my bags neatly packed beside me. The cab waiting in front of me honks again, growing impatient, and I mechanically gather my things before walking forward. My head felt fuzzy, but I still remembered yesterday clearly. I turned my eyes to the hotel again, and I’m shocked by what I find. The once grand hotel is boarded up from top to bottom; the entrance is clearly sealed shut beyond use and not a single person in sight. I pushed my face against the glass, overcome with dread and disbelief. Remembering something from days before, I find Veronica’s number in my pocket, but it’s not there anymore.
All there was is a worn business card that said: ‘Come again soon.’
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Hey, so I decided to throw something together on a whim! Hope you like it! I read it over for typos, but I might have missed a few. I’m also interested in feedback if anyone has any.
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