Surprisingly, there was no gossip around the office about the 'Motel Game.' Susan was curious if anyone else had played, so she asked a few of the more flirtatious women if they'd heard about it and learned that a few of them had gotten the email from Joe and that Jane had tried it. In talking, the two women discovered they both had been to the motel once and had basically the same experience, the blindfold, spreader bar, been given an orgasm and gave the man a blow job. Neither of them had been back yet, and they didn't know how many girls were involved or how long it would be between their turns.
Asking more women at the Willard and Jones Law firm, Susan found that Ellen had also been to the motel and had the same experience as she and Jane. Susan talked the other two into getting together regularly to share their motel experiences, so they decided on lunch once a month. But before they could meet for lunch the first time, Joe, who organized the 'Motel Game,' came to see Susan. He said it was her turn this coming Friday, and she should be ready to go at 11:30. Susan realized it had been exactly three weeks since her first visit, so she reasoned there must be three girls in the rotation. She'd share that with the other two when they did lunch next week.
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Friday rolled around, and Susan was ready at 11:30 when Joe called her to his office. Then they left, and he drove her to the motel. He got a room and took her in just as he did the last time, again with the suitcase in hand. Inside, he asked her to undress completely while he ruffled through the suitcase. When she was naked, he had her lie on the bed on her back, attached lashes to her wrists and ankles, and tied her down, forming an X, then blindfolded her. She could no longer see what he was doing, but she heard him in the suitcase and then doing something near the bottom of the bed, the same as last time. She always suspected he was setting up a video camera but wasn't sure. Soon, he wished her a happy 'Motel Game' experience and left, locking the door behind him.
About five minutes later, she heard a key in the lock. The door opened, but there were no voices, just like last time. Someone entered and paused; she assumed he was looking at her. It was such a strange feeling to know someone was staring at you, scrutinizing you while you lie there, totally exposed, but you couldn't see them. After a moment, she heard this man, since she was pretty sure it was just one man, rummaging in the suitcase. Before long, she sensed the feel of the mattress change as the man sat on the bed, then heard the click and buzz of a vibrator.
Soon she felt the buzz of the vibrator on her pussy. It felt a bit odd to be vibrated in the quiet of the room, with only the buzzing sound to be heard. What he was doing felt good, especially being spread wide open, which always turned her on. He ran the vibrator up and down her slit, letting its buzzing head open her up more than she already was, spread out by the restraints. She jumped a little when it grazed over her clit, then it moved on, but it returned when he guided the vibrator back up her slit. She jumped again when it touched her clit, and the man must have sensed her excitement when it did, because he kept it there the next time.
Moving the vibrator head around her nub was exciting her, and Susan couldn't help but squirm at the feeling. Around and over her clit he ran the buzzing instrument of pleasure, and she wiggled and thrashed against the restraints as he did. She began to moan, and he must have enjoyed seeing her squirming and hearing her, for he kept it up, arousing her until she was near an orgasm. There came a point, as there always did, if such pleasure went on for a long time, when it became almost a torment, often just before an orgasm. He continued to press the vibrator head against her clit until she could stand it no longer. Susan writhed on the bed and almost screamed at the intense arousal at her clit as she tried to hold off an orgasm, her cunt already leaking her juices. Then, the man suddenly pulled the vibrator away. Was he trying to torment her, to edge her? She'd know soon.
Before long, the man had the vibrator back at Susan's clit, which had her squirming again in an intense response. He was definitely edging her; at least she knew that. He continued until she was writhing in pleasure bordering on agony, moaning loudly, and then he pulled the source of her delight and irritation away again. Her clit was on fire with arousal to the point of pain, her cunt soaking wet, and her body tensed and wanting a release. How long would this man keep edging her?
As expected, the vibrator was soon back on her clit. Susan could not help but squirm and writhe under its buzz, its erotic irritation that made her want to cum so badly. She moaned loudly in desire, in need of release from her clit's overload. Just when she was sure she'd cum if it lasted another moment, the man stopped the vibrator.
He moved about on the bed for a moment, then put his hands on her breasts. He kneaded and squeezed them, which felt pretty good, and began to roll her nipples between his thumb and fingers. But did he even know how much Susan needed him to make her cum after what he did to her clit? Maybe not. Maybe he was one of the recent hires, a law school kid who spent too much time studying and no time having fun. Someone without sexual experience. Yes, that could explain his thrill at watching her writhe as he edged her, yet not knowing what to do next.
Then, she felt the pressure on the mattress release as he stood. What was he up to? The next sound was his belt buckle being opened, she was sure. Then, the faint sound of his slacks falling to the floor. After a moment, she felt the bed depress as he climbed back on, and soon she could tell he was between her spread legs. Was he going to fuck her now? That would be okay; she was more than ready. And sure enough, she felt his penis teasing her pussy, teasingly searching for her vagina. When he found it, he pressed is cock's head into her wet opening. Susan was relieved that he was ready to end the frustration of his edging her with a good fucking.
The man, or studious intern as he might be, pressed deep into her and began cycling in and out of her vagina. Susan was happy to have some satisfying action down there and was enjoying his cock in her. She got into his rhythm and rocked with his pulses, feeling him drive deep. While she waited for her orgasmic urge to return, she found herself wondering about who this man could be. Which male intern seemed like he could be sexually naive, and had been seen in Joe's company at the office lately? She gave it some thought as she felt her arousal return with the man's deep drives into her. Then she heard his groans as his climax approached, and suddenly he cried out
"Holy Fuck!" the man said as he came with his first spurt of semen.
Its warmth filled Susan and put her over the top, her long-desired orgasm finally coming to fruition. She rocked with the man as they came together. He spurted his spunk into her just as she squirted his manhood with her feminine juices. They finished together a minute later.
"Is that you, Tommy?" Susan suddenly asked when it hit her who it must be.
"How did you know? Damn, I wasn't supposed to talk."
"Just a hunch. Has it been a while since your last sexual conquest?" Susan asked.
"How did you know that? Damn, I better shut up."
"It's okay, Tommy. Everyone has a dry spell."
"I never had a dry spell since I never had sex with a woman before. By the way, your voice sounds familiar. Do you work at Willard and Jones?" Tommy asked.
"Now I'm the one who should shut up!" Susan replied, surprised at his admission.
"I wasn't supposed to talk, just to have my way with you and leave. Joe could kick me out of the group for blabbing." Tommy said with regret in his voice.
"It's okay. How about neither of us tell anyone that we spoke?" Susan said, trying to reassure him.
"But it's on the video!"
"So, there is a video. I thought so. Maybe you could erase it? Do you know how?"
"Actually, yes, I do! You're a genius, whoever you are."
"Okay, Thanks! But now that we're done here, you can erase the tape while I wait quietly for you to leave. And don't say anything to Joe. Just let him think the machine didn't start."
"Alright. I'll do that."
So, Susan waited in the afterglow of a fairly good, though rather short fucking, while Tommy went to the video recorder to erase their recording.
A few minutes later, Tommy was done.
"Okay, the video is erased. I'll just get dressed and leave," he said.
"And mum's the word, Tommy. Neither of us will mention anything to Joe."
"Okay."
After that, Tommy left and locked the motel room door. Susan waited, and about five minutes later, Joe arrived. She could hear him at the video recorder, and after he'd taken it down and put it in the suitcase, he undid the straps that held Susan to the bed. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself and got dressed, while Joe put the straps and vibrator back in the suitcase. They left and had a nice lunch at a Mexican restaurant on the way back to the office. Joe only asked if she enjoyed her time at the motel, which she said she did and did not ask for any details, nor did she offer any.
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Later that afternoon, Susan was doing filing in the law firm's library when Tommy came in to return some case books.
"Hi, Susan," he said with happiness in his voice.
"Hi, Tommy. You seem pretty chipper this afternoon," she observed.
Tommy paused and stared at her.
"Your voice! It was you at the motel!" he blurted out.
"Quiet, Tommy! Please! Yes, it was me, but that has to stay between us."
"Okay. But I want you to know I loved what we did," he added quietly.
"So did I, but we cannot talk about it here," Susan cautioned.
"Can we get together later? Can I take you out for a drink after work?"
"My, you are anxious to see me again. I'm flattered, of course, but are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. How about we get together this evening?"
"Well, maybe one drink after work, okay?"
"Sure. Let's meet at the Horny Goat pub after work."
"Okay, Tommy. But just for one drink."
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After work, Susan drove to the Horny Goat and met Tommy, finding him waiting in a booth toward the back of the pub.
"I'm so glad you made it, Susan," he greeted her.
"Well, I'm glad you invited me, Tommy," she replied.
They ordered a couple of pints and talked about their lunchtime at the motel.
"I'm sorry if I wasn't very good at sex today, Susan. I'm sure that's how you figured it was my first time. In college and law school, I was always the nerd who was off studying instead of socializing, so I never got to know any girls well enough to have sex. Then, when Joe started the 'Motel Game', I jumped at the chance for sex. And being with you today was just about the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me!"
"Wow! I'm flattered, and I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, Tommy. And you'll have many more chances for sex ahead of you," I reassured him.
"I hope so. I have a lot of time to make up for. But I wasn't very good, was I?"
"You were fine, Tommy. Maybe a little simplistic with just using the vibrator, and rather fast to cum, but that's to be expected on your first time. I can't believe I was your first!"
"Well, you were, and I loved it! Can we do it again?"
"You'll be playing the 'Motel Game' every so often, won't you?"
"I hope so. But I'm such a rookie. I never know what to do. Can you teach me?"
"You mean show what to do to please a woman in bed?"
"Yes! Will you teach me? Please?"
Susan felt sympathy for Tommy, so naive, so sheltered all through high school and college. She thought for a moment, then replied.
"Okay, I'll teach you. One evening a week at your place."
"Can we start tonight?"
"Woah, Tommy. Slow down! Let's make it Wednesday evenings. You can buy me dinner, and then we'll go to your place for 'lessons' on how to treat a woman in bed. That will get you ready for your turns at the motel."
And so, after that day, Susan and Tommy started a weekly rendezvous during which she showed him things he could do to please a woman in bed and let him practice what he learned on her. He was a fast learner, and both of them had a rewarding time together every Wednesday evening.
