The Guessing Game - Part I - Sex Stories

The Guessing Game - Part I

... once more when her glass was refilled. She could feel the warm glow of alcohol pushing its way out to her extremities now, as well as pooling at the part of her legs. “Now,” Melina ordered, “you are going to enjoy yourself. You are not going to resist. And you are not going to hold back.” Kayla felt the rumble of the engine as the limo started to roll out of the driveway. Daphne giggled. “Don’t look so dire, Kayla. This is going to be fun!” Kayla jumped when she felt a hand trace slowly up her calf, past her knee, up her thigh… and stop. She suppressed the desire that suddenly rose up unbidden for that hand to continue its travels. These were her friends in the car with her. Her female friends. The hand was removed, and she felt the shift in the air as bodies moved away from her. Across the limo she heard the rustle of clothing, followed by faint noises. First came the soft, wet smack of lips, and then little gasps…were Daphne and Melina making out with each other? Both had always expressed such strong interests in men when they went out clubbing. And yet… The sounds across from her grew more urgent. She could hear their heavy breathing, and little moans that started escaping one of their lips. At first she felt uneasy, listening in on their fun, with her own legs forced wide open. She tried to tug her feet out of the buckles to no avail. She was utterly unable to move. Finally she gave up her struggle, and as her ears picked up the sounds of clothing being discarded, one ...

... of her hands started to trail down between her legs. She teased herself softly through her panties as she reached with her other for her purse. If she was going to be restrained and abandoned in the dark on the car seat, she could at least take a picture to look at later. Kayla’s hand stretched across the seat but instead of fumbling across the cool leather upholstery, her hand fell upon the lap of someone beside her, someone with a sizeable bulge at his crotch. Kayla drew her hand back in surprise, and the sounds from across the limo paused. “Go on,” Kayla heard Melina urge. “We were wondering how long it would take you to find your present.” Kayla’s breath hitched as she slowly reached back toward the seat beside her. So they were not alone in this limo. She felt the roughness of denim as she traced up his thigh. His hips flexed as she reached her mark. Kayla sighed in appreciation when she felt the size of the hard-on straining against his pants. Pressing against it teasingly, she worked to undo his button and his fly. Without the restraint, it sprang free, and she felt the shift in weight beside her as he removed his pants entirely. “Oh my,” she whispered as she slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft. She traced her finger up its length and swirled it around the tip, admiring the velvet smoothness of his skin. Then she wrapped her hand around his member again and pumped it deliberately, feeling him respond and groan. Gradually she picked up speed, enjoying orchestrating ...