The Guide - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

The Guide - A Halloween Story

... the nuisance bugs, it was so uneventful, that she found herself fighting sleep. Despite her best efforts she found her head dropping forward. A buzzing in her earpiece brought her back to full wakefulness. “What time is it?” she asked her crew. After repeating herself several times and getting no response, she said, “It looks like my earpiece has crapped out. One of you is going to have to come out and replace it for me.” Several minutes later, when noone had come to replace her defective equipment she said, “I hope you aren’t asleep in there! If something happens tonight and you don’t get it on tape, I am going to be extremely pissed.” There was still no response and no one came to change the defective equipment. The clouds opened and the moon shone brightly in the little grotto. ‘That will make a good shot,’ she thought. ‘The low light cameras should even be able to pick up colors in that light. Now all we need is for The Guide to show up.’ She settled back into waiting. “At least you chose soft ropes, Teddy,” she said aloud, talking to her chief roady. “They aren’t scraping my breasts or irritating my nipples.” She paused, a look of shock and confusion on her face. “Why am I feeling the ropes on my breasts?” she asked aloud. Her habit of narrating everything overruled her sense of immodesty in saying what she had just said. She wiggled in her bindings and felt the rope rub against the skin on her legs. She also felt the rope move against the skin of her abdomen and even ...

... felt it brush her pubic hair back and forth with her movements. She was naked beneath the ropes! “You’d better be recording all this!” she said emphatically. “There is some weird shit going on and you had better not be missing it. My clothes have disappeared.” The ropes were soft, but any minor movement of her body caused them to rub across her nipples and her thighs and her mound. “Oh shit,” she said aloud. As she struggled against the ropes the sensations began to overwhelm her. She began almost chanting, “Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh SHIT!” Her voice now sounded more like desperation than anger. Her body was also starting to move on its own. She could feel herself attempting to thrust up against the ropes to gain more sensation. Her juices were flooding the top of her thighs. She could feel herself responding to each little movement of the rope against her skin and she could not hold her body still. She could not believe how aroused she was. She wanted to cum... no, she needed to cum... no, she needed to cum more desperately that she had ever in her entire life needed to cum. “Oh God,” she screamed aloud, “I need to cum so badly.” Then, in what she hoped was a much more controlled voice she said, “We’ll have to edit that out, or at least bleep it.” The sensations continued to build within her. Her need was becoming overwhelming. “I need to cum!” she screamed out again. “Somebody untie me or fuck me or do something to me! I will do anything if you just let me cum!” She screamed ...