It all started as a crazy game for the horny men and flirtatious women in the office. Joe, a senior lawyer at the firm, proposed his idea for a 'Motel Game' to the close group of guys he went to lunch with most Fridays. He asked the guys if they'd chip in to pay for a motel room if he could talk any of the girls from work to go there and meet one or more of them for sex at lunchtime. They were pretty enthusiastic about it and all said they'd pay, so Joe said he'd see if any of the women were interested first. Then he sent a very confidential email to the very well-screened candidate ladies in the office. It said:
Ladies of Willard & Jones Law: We are starting a fun sex challenge called 'The Motel Game', to be played on Fridays at lunchtime. A group of men from the office will pay for a motel room each Friday, and a select lady will meet one or more of these men there for sex at lunchtime. The lady selected will be prepared for the encounter by the organizer, who will bring her to the motel, then dress and/or restrain her as he sees fit, then leave The man or men will enter shortly after and have sex with the lady, possibly using 'toys' the organizer will leave for them. Afterward, the organizer will return, help the lady clean up and dress, and take her for a nice late lunch. If this piques your interest, please reply confidentially to this email to take part.
Amazingly, four women out of the forty or so at the firm replied, but after further correspondence, one dropped out. Still, three women were into it and ready to start. A motel was selected by the organizer, Joe, and the first lady selected was Susan, who went with him to the motel the next Friday. She was into the idea but had never done anything like it before. She was nervous.
On arriving at the motel, Joe went to the office and got a room, then walked Susan from the car and brought her inside. He had a suitcase with him, which he set on the dresser, and when he opened it, she could see it contained some sexy women's lingerie and several sex toys and devices. Then Joe had Susan lay on the bed while he brought out a blindfold and put it on her, which was a bit scary, but actually made her a little more relaxed because she couldn't see what might be coming. She decided to just enjoy whatever happened. Then Joe opened her blouse, pulled it to the sides, and pulled her bra down below her breasts to expose them and her nipples. Next he pulled her skirt and panties completely off. Susan tried to remain calm as he did these things because she wanted to try this 'game' and didn't want to chicken out now that they were here. It didn't hurt that the thought of Joe doing what he was doing turned her on, but the reality of it happening was making her nervous about what might lie ahead.
She couldn't see when Joe pulled out collars and put them on her ankles, upper legs, and arms, bent Susan's legs, and connected the three sets of collars together with short chains. Next, he took a spreader bar from the suitcase and connected it to the ankle collars. The combination of the collars, chains and bar made Susan's legs open to a nice vee and exposed her crotch completely. Susan could tell she was exposed and was concerned that Joe was looking at her while she couldn't see him. In his haste to get her ready, he hadn't even taken one of her nylons off; it hung partly off her leg, but he knew it didn't matter. The last item he pulled from the suitcase was a black dildo which he attached to the spreader bar so that it was resting at the entrance to her vagina. Susan could feel it but could only guess what it was. Still, it felt pretty nice where it was.
Susan felt Joe give her pussy a quick slap, then heard him walk to the room door, open, close and lock it. Then silence.
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Susan's heart pounded in her chest. What had possessed her to agree to this game? Coming to a cheap, no-name motel. Letting him blindfold her and then add the restraints.
She hadn't even realized at first when he attached the spreader bar just what he had done to her. It was only when he slapped her pussy, and she twitched that she realized the dildo teasing her was attached.
And then the room went silent. Was he still there? Was he watching? Surely, he hadn't left??
Panic spread through her like ice, and she struggled, pushing the dildo deep into her already wet cunt. A moan slipped from her mouth, and she hurriedly stopped moving, no way of knowing who could see or hear.
Was that... a noise? Susan turned her head, trying to make it out. Footsteps? Someone outside the room? Adrenaline burned the ice from her veins. She could only guess how she looked in this position.
Surely, he wouldn't let them come in. To be found like this on her lunch break, still half in her office clothes, would be so embarrassing. Surely, he was here.
She struggled again, and the dildo slid into her. Why did it have to feel so good? Why was she playing this game?
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Susan found that if she pulled her feet toward her, the dildo pushed further into her. Soon she was moving her legs to make the dildo fuck her. It felt good and took her mind off her situation. She was soaking wet with the combined excitement and terror of her position, knowing someone would come soon to do... well, she didn't know exactly what. The minutes passed slowly as she made the dildo fuck her to pass the time.
She froze when she heard the lock turn in the door, the sound of it opening, and sensed someone had entered. There were no voices, so she thought it was probably one man. Then the door clicked closed.
"Who's there?" she asked.
No answer. But she heard some clinking or clunking sounds as whoever was there was doing something near the end of the bed. Were they setting something up, some sex device, or maybe a video camera? The blindfold was leaving her to wonder, with no way of knowing.
Based on the sounds, she was pretty sure there was just one man in the room. She heard him rustle in the suitcase which Joe had left open, then the sound of him walking around to the side of the be and a sense of him sitting on the mattress. Out of the blue, there was a light tickle on her right breast, running all around it and over her nipple, followed quickly by the same on her other breast. It tickled like a feather and was nice, and she felt a twinge of arousal as her nipples immediately hardened. Soon, the feather moved to her inner thigh between the collar on her leg and her crotch, where the man then ran the feather along her thigh toward her pussy, traced over it and up her other leg. He repeated this a few times, and while the tickle was a bit annoying it was also arousing, and she felt her pussy getting wetter.
Then the man stopped. Soon she felt him moving the dildo which was still touching her cunt. He pulled it away from her and set it aside or removed it, she wasn't sure, and got up. Listening intently, Susan heard him in the suitcase again. Then he came to the side of the bed and sat again, and she heard a distinct buzzing sound: a vibrator. She braced herself just in time as she felt the vibrator touch her pussy, low near her vagina. The man buzzed her with a light touch, up and down her slit. She loved the vibrations, especially when it ran over her clit. This man seemed to know how to arouse a woman as he kept the touch light, but consistently traced over her swelling clit, sometimes pausing there for a moment. Soon, he had Susan moaning with pleasure and squirming under the exciting touch of the vibrator.
The man kept the vibrator on her clit as he brought his fingers to her vagina and pressed two into her. It felt wonderful as he probed her depths, his skilled fingers curving to find her g-spot and using a scratching motion to cause her involuntary reaction. She squirmed as he touched her sensitive inner vagina wall at her g-spot, arousing nerves there which had seldom been used. Soon, he straightened his fingers out and began to finger-fuck her, all the while keeping the vibrator lightly on her clit. Susan was beside herself with pleasure but began to wonder which man in the office knew how to do these wonderful things to her. She listened intently, but there was no voice clue. It could be any of thirty or more guys from Willard & Jones. How would Susan ever find out? How could she show her face at the office, knowing one unknown man there had sex with her at this sleazy motel? And who knew how many others he might tell about it? Or show a video... if there was a video camera at the end of the bed?
Her wandering thoughts ended suddenly when she felt her clit on fire with arousal, and she jerked and spasmed with the beginning of an orgasm. It was fairly intense, making her squirt as it hit her suddenly while the man continued to finger-fuck her and trace the vibrator over her slit and clit. She was squirting on his hand and the vibrator while writhing in ecstasy, arching her back to press her cunt against his fingers and the buzzing to maximize her pleasure as he played her swollen nub with a skilled hand. She came over and over, her desires unleashed, until she was spent and collapsed on the sheets.
Then the man stopped the vibrator, pulled his fingers from her and got up. She heard his buckle being undone and the man dropping his slacks. There was a pause, and then she felt him getting on the bed as he settled in near her head! Suddenly, he had his hands on the sides of her head and turned her face toward him on the black pillow. Then she felt a warm round shape touch her lips; his penis! So, he had knelt on the bed and wanted a blow job now that he'd gotten her off, was that it? Of course it was! Susan opened her mouth just as he was pushing his cock against her lips, and he pressed into her now open mouth, her lips conforming to his rather large penis. Maybe that was a clue she could use, the size of his cock, so she tried to estimate it as he pushed it further into her.
Susan lay there while the man began pumping her mouth, with her lips and tongue on him and sucking his cock. He groaned in satisfaction, but the sound was nothing that could identify him. While his penis was large and long and almost made her gag, she realized there was no way she could use the blow job as a clue as to who he was. After a couple of minutes, the man groaned more loudly, jerked, and came, squirting his spunk into Susan's waiting mouth. She swallowed his load as he pulled out of her, his need satisfied, and she relaxed again.
She felt the bed release as he stood up, and she heard the sounds of him getting dressed. Then, still without a word, she heard the door lock click, the door open, then close and click shut. He was gone.
She lay waiting, her pussy still wet from her orgasms and her mouth still tasting of a man's cum. It was maybe five minutes later that the door lock clicked again, opened and closed, and a happy-sounding Joe spoke.
"Well, how was your first 'Motel Game', Susan? I'll get you out of those restraints in a moment."
Then she heard him at the foot of the bed taking apart what she suspected was a video camera. When he was done, he took the blindfold off, undid the chains, and removed the collars from her wrists and ankles, and put everything back in the suitcase. Susan looked around, but the room looked the same as it did before Joe set her up, with no sign that anyone else had been there. Except, of course, for her still-wet and satisfied pussy and the taste of cum in her mouth.
Joe helped her get cleaned up, she dressed, and they left the motel. He took her to a nice Italian restaurant, where they had a good lunch, and over the wine and pasta, he told her she was not to talk about anything that happened at the motel and that she would never know who had sex with her. He added that in about three weeks, it would be her turn again, and it would go about like today, but with a different set-up at the motel and a different man or men visiting her. Susan had enjoyed the sex and would be ready to do it again by the time it was her turn once more.
Back at the office that afternoon, no one asked her about the 'Motel Game' she'd played. None of the men looked or acted any different, and she had no clue that it was Joe who had been the man who gave her great orgasms and filmed her in his 'Motel Game'.
