Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail

by Foxwell, C. D.

  Unobtrusively, they edged to the back of the room where there was indeed an open door. They waited a few minutes, stood behind the final row of desks. Nicole craftily slipped a hand onto Toby’s crotch and started rubbing at his trousers. Very quickly he was hard. She knew this one was going to be quick. It needed to be.

  At the other end of the classroom, the two teachers started talking a bit louder and directing the parents towards a quick experiment that two of the pupils were about to demonstrate. Instantly, Nicole grabbed Toby’s arm and they made for the door. She stuck her head round to check there were no lab assistants hanging about – there weren’t –and they dived in. As she had hoped, the connecting door to the next lab was unlocked. They hurried through and closed it behind them.

  They stood at the top of the classroom and looked at the rows of desks. Before she could say anything, Toby had shoved her up against the white board. He stubble scratched at her skin as he kissed her, but she responded, lifting her leg to his hip so that she could feel his cock grind against her. They couldn’t waste time with foreplay. She fumbled at his belt, clicked it undone and forced his trousers and boxers to the floor. She reached down to his dick, not too long but chunky, so much so that she could barely get her fingers round it. She wanked it hard, imagining him pumping hot spunk all over her hand and dress. He put his hands up her dress and pulled at her lacy knickers. They didn’t shift, so without warning he grabbed the material and literally pulled them apart in one movement, the loud sound of ripping material cutting through their heavy breathing.

  Within seconds he had his hands on her arse and he lifted her, with ease, into the air. Her legs wrapped around him and he was quickly inside her, ramming her against the white board, her blue dress smudging the calculations still there from the last lesson of the day.

  There was no escape; she was pinned there, his burly frame fucking her, his mouth sucking on her neck, threatening to leave a love bite. She pulled at his shirt and peeled him off her. “Get on there,” she ordered, trying to regain control of the situation. She was pointing at the teacher’s desk, a classic science workbench with a sink and two gas taps. He climbed on and lay on his back. Without a great deal of grace, but with a lot of determination, she clambered on top of him, hitched up her outfit, straddled his wide body, grabbed his potato of a cock and drove herself down its full length.

  She could hear the sound of the two kids demonstrating next door. The close proximity of all those people, those parents, the teachers, only turned her on further. He clutched her waist and helped her bounce. She spied her knickers, lying in tatters on the floor, and fucked him harder. She stopped bouncing, bent forward and forced him as deep as he could go before grinding her pussy back and forth, stimulating her clit on his pelvis, feeling the sensation of him moving inside her. Very briskly, they came, kissing as they did so to stifle the noise. There was the sound of a ripple of applause from next door.

  Nicole knew the demo was ending. She hoisted herself up and onto the floor, stuffed the tattered knickers in her clutch bag and straightened herself out. Just as they slipped back next door, one of the teachers happened to glance up. He was older, in his 60s maybe, and he gave them a quizzical look. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he did they had walked quickly, without running, back out into the corridor.

  There was an email waiting for her when she got home. It had certainly been an interesting evening.

  Nicole

  I’m really sorry about tonight. Something came up at work. Is that the end of it? Or do I get another chance? I hope you liked Toby!

  Harry

  This time, Nicole was quick to reply. She had done a lot of thinking on the drive home.

  Harry

  It’s no problem. You sent a good substitute! Listen, it’s not quite over yet. I liked Toby a lot. I liked you a lot. I liked those changing rooms a lot. So, I was wondering… how about Round 3 back at the club, with all three of us? Saturday night? Has to be all three of us though, or no dice. And I want the rugby socks and boots again.

  Nicole

  Harry said he would check with Toby, but she knew they would say yes. Why wouldn’t they? All that remained was for her to collect a few items for Saturday night’s fun and games.

  Midnight, Sunday morning. Harry had claimed this was the only suitable time because there were a couple of other meetings at the club earlier in the evening. Nicole didn’t mind. It suited her quite well, actually. She was first to arrive, but soon two more cars pulled up: Toby in his BMW and Harry in his huge Range Rover. Once they were out of their vehicles she called out to them to go inside, saying she would join them in a few moments.

  Nicole finished listening to a song on the radio (You Oughta Know by Alanis Morisette) and then followed. She heard the boys chatting quietly as she approached the door and then found them sitting, suddenly silent, in the harsh light of the changing room. They looked up at her. She was wearing a long overcoat, but they could see she was sporting black, leather boots with fiendish heels. Her make-up was Gothic: luscious, deep magenta lips, dark mauve eye shadow. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail. She clutched a briefcase in her hand. “Get undressed,” she ordered.

  The two men smiled at each other and removed their clothes. “Faster,” she said. They sped up. Nicole smiled. These two were used to seeing each other naked. She thought of the team, all 15 big men in here, every Sunday, engaging in dick-swinging contests and making crude jokes. Had Harry or Toby boasted about their experience with her? Again, the vision of the whole team ravaging her swam through her mind. She blinked. They were naked now, still flaccid, standing in front of her. Toby absent-mindedly flicked at his cock, encouraging it to grow. “You’ve got the socks and boots?” They nodded. “Well get them on then!”

  “What’s in the case?” asked Harry as they pulled on their kit.

  She didn’t answer. Ready, they sat down and watched as she unbuttoned her long, beige overcoat and hung it on a peg. Her shiny boots were thigh-high. She wore black leather gloves that covered both arms almost to her shoulders. She wore black leather knickers and a corset that pressed her boobs so tightly they were almost popping out the top. She stood for a moment, legs apart, one hand on a hip, watching them, watching their dicks gradually stiffen.

  She turned and walked towards the table. She crawled onto it, taking her eyes off them, and waited, on all fours. “When you’re ready, Harry,” she said. “Let Toby watch for now.” Harry stood up and walked behind her. Her bum was arrogantly stuck in the air, stretching the leather until it shined in the light. He ran his hands over the knickers, then peeled them off, sliding them purposefully along her boots. For a moment he rubbed the delicate strip of leather against his own engorged cock. Then he bent down and started licking her pussy, almost angrily, pushing his tongue deep inside, slapping her arse, just as he had done last time, only with more force. She stared ahead, moaning quietly.

  His tongue worked furiously, probing her clitoris, flicking inside her slippery hole and then venturing higher to tease her arsehole. She liked that, and she backed into his face, compelling him to lick with more intensity. Nicole looked at Toby. He was sitting on the bench, fully erect, gently stroking his cock as he watched his friend devour her cunt. She reached out a gloved hand and with one finger beckoned him over. He stood up and walked to the table, his studs scraping on the tiles. She opened her mouth. He smiled and pushed his cock into it, resting his hands on her head.

  She rocked her body back and forth, feeling Harry’s tongue pleasuring her and Toby’s broad penis sliding between her lips. This was something new. She stopped sucking for a moment. “Time to fuck me, Harry,” she commanded. “If either of you come before me, there will be hell to pay,” she added.

  Her body oscillated rhythmically, now welcoming a dick at each end. Saliva dripped all over Toby’s cock, while her pussy juices quickly drenched Harry’s bone-hard penis. Toby buried himself in her mouth until she could feel his bal
ls on her chin. Harry spanked her arse when he felt like it and gleefully grabbed at her hips, forcing himself further inside her. They fucked like this for several minutes; the sound of flesh on flesh and their quickening moans filling the room.

  “Stop,” she ordered. Both of them, without any questions, withdrew. She smiled. This was going to be fun. “Sit down, Toby,” she commanded. She sauntered over to him, turned her back and eased herself onto his aching member, slick with her spit. She began bouncing, staring Harry right in his eyes. He stared back, masturbating, looking first back into her eyes and then, with desire, at her cunt.

  She beckoned him. “Stand,” she said, pointing at the bench. He stepped up and found his pelvis was conveniently level with her face. She turned and grabbed him by the cock with her gloved hand, pulling him hard, so hard it hurt and he gasped in pain. Then she began furiously sucking him off. He gripped onto a clothes peg for balance, his studs slipped and slid on the wooden bench, but she was relentless, yanking at him, almost as if she wanted to snap it off and keep it for herself.

  At the same time she was bouncing harder on Toby. His fingers, to her delight, had found her clit. She pressed her hand down on his, willing him to rub with more ferocity. She groaned and sighed and sucked and felt the pressure building within her, every molecule in her body fizzing and popping with lust. She slammed up and down on Toby now, and, her mouth full, she gnawed ecstatically at the bottom end of Harry’s cock, causing him to roar in either pleasure or pain, or perhaps both. At that sound, like a klaxon, she felt her orgasm rush through her body and she let Harry go so she could scream out loud, so she could let everything out, so she could feel the tidal wave of delirium rip from her head to her toes.

  Gradually, she came to a rest. “You didn’t come, did you Toby?”

  “It was fucking close,” he panted.

  She disengaged herself. She looked at them, both glistening with sweat, both nursing desperate erections. Harry’s penis was swollen and raw, red and blotchy at the base. Toby’s visibly pulsed.

  She reclaimed the briefcase, put it on the table, and opened it so that they could not see what was inside. She smiled at them and pretended to search for something. With one hand she held up a leather collar and lead. Then, with the other, she held up a second leather collar and lead. She closed the case and clicked it shut. The sound reverberated around the room. “Boys, you gave me such a wonderful orgasm. I would love to repay the favour.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” said Toby.

  “What do you think of these?” asked Nicole.

  “I’m game,” said Harry immediately, as she knew he would.

  “Me too,” said Toby, perhaps a little more unsure.

  “The thing is, I feel like we’ve done it all in here. I mean, you’ve both fucked me here, Harry twice. I want somewhere new. I was thinking… well, I love how you boys get all muddy and sweaty and grunty on that filthy pitch out there. So why don’t we get under the moonlight and have some fun under the goalposts?” adding, more severely, “You may nod if you approve.” They both nodded. “I would like to lead you out there, you see, my two gorgeous, fit, sex slaves.” She motioned for Harry first and attached the collar to his neck, then did the same with Toby.

  “It’s a bit tight,” said Toby.

  Nicole put her overcoat back on. “Bit chilly out there, isn’t it?” Then she took their leads in one hand, turned and held them over her shoulder so that they had to walk close behind her. She took the case in her spare hand and led them out of the changing rooms.

  There was a cool breeze out there and she felt it swarm around the nakedness between her legs. It felt soothing, cooling the red-hot passion she had just enjoyed. She walked purposefully towards the rugby pitch, her harsh heels sinking into the turf with each step. The boys shuffled behind uncomfortably.

  They reached the goal posts. “Now, why don’t you both stand against the posts so I can look at you?” They took a post each, still obedient, still, by all outward appearances, very turned on. “Mmm, don’t you look handsome? You know, I’ve been fantasising about this. About getting you on these posts and sucking you both until you explode your hot, creamy spunk into the back of my throat. I’ve thought about you fucking my mouth like that, just using it like a hot hole for you to empty your loads into. It drives me wild. Can I have that, please?”

  Through the gloom, she saw them nod, happily. She bent down to the case and flicked it open, taking out two sets of silver handcuffs that briefly glittered in the light of the moon. “I think that sometimes extended pleasure can come from a bit of pain and discomfort, don’t you?” She walked to Harry first, took his strong arms and held them behind the post before clicking the cuffs on. She stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. Her hand drifted to his penis and she throttled it until he cried out. She smiled and turned to Toby. He was grinning like an idiot. She cuffed his hands behind the post too and, as with Harry, strangled his cock until he yelped in pain.

  She walked up and down in front of them. They began to shiver in the cool air and their erections started gradually to deflate.

  “Funny thing happened this week,” she said. “A very funny thing.” Harry gulped, audibly. “It was after our little trip to the parents’ evening, Toby. You remember that don’t you?” No answer. “Don’t you?!” she yelled.

  “Yes.”

  “Pardon?!”

  “Yes!” he said, louder.

  “You enjoyed our little fuck, didn’t you? On the big science desk? With all the people next door?”

  “Yes.”

  “Pardon?!”

  “Yes!”

  “I did too. Another notch on my bedpost. I was pleased things had turned out like that. You know, that it hadn’t been a wasted journey. But there was that funny thing I just mentioned. You see, I’m a silly girly girl and I sometimes get lost. Don’t know my lefts from my rights. You know how silly girls can be, don’t you? What can girls be, Harry?... HARRY?”

  “S-silly?” he looked confused.

  “Silly, yes. And I took a wrong turning or two and somehow I found myself back where I started.” She strode forward so that she was standing right in front of Toby. “And there, parked behind your BMW, Toby, was a big old Range Rover. And I thought: ‘Oh! That looks like Harry’s car.’” She strode over to Harry now. “You’ve got a maroon Range Rover, haven’t you, Harry?”

  “Y-yes.”

  She put her ear close to his mouth. “Pardon?” she whispered.

  “Yes, I have a Range Rover.”

  She paused. “And I thought that was odd, so I slowed down. I couldn’t work out why you hadn’t left yet, Toby. Why would you hang about outside a convenience store? I’d been gone for at least a few minutes. But I thought perhaps I could ask you some directions – a way I could avoid those annoying one-way streets… But as I slowed down, I saw you Toby. I saw you. I saw you with,” she was still standing close to Harry and now, as she said his name, she enclosed his testicles in her hand and gave them a sharp squeeze. “Harry!”

  “AAARGHHH!”

  “What was Harry doing there? I thought. And then I saw you, Toby, and, now, I could have sworn you were handing him a wad of cash! Why on earth would you be standing outside that convenience store handing cash to someone who was supposed to be working late and who didn’t live anywhere near the area? I couldn’t work it out! How much was it, Harry?” No answer. She twisted his scrotum in her fingers. “How much was it Harry?”

  “£200! Fuck!”

  “Two… hundred… pounds. To fuck me. Was that it, Harry?” she jerked her head as if she was going to attack him again.

  “Y-yes. Yes, I’m sorry. I-I’ve been having a tough time-”

  But she cut him off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. These are tough financial times. But two hundred quid? Is that all I’m worth? After the fuck I gave you? Just £200?” She leaned right into his face. “Don’t worry, Hazza. I won’t ask for my money. For my cut,” her voice seethed at the fina
l word, as if the word itself was a threat. She backed away again. “I have more class than that. But you two do need to pay,” she waggled her finger in the air. “You must pay for this. Because I am not your whore, nor am I anyone’s whore to be bought and sold, and especially not by two posh fuckwits like you.”

  She went back to the case and produced a huge carving knife, at least two inches wide and eight inches long. She held it up in the air and studied it.

  “Oh my God Nicole, I’m sorry! Jesus Christ I’m sorry!” pled Harry, pathetically.

  “Nicole, I had no idea! He told me it would be okay! He said you wouldn’t mind! I’m sorry, please!” sobbed Toby.

  “Way to sell your best mate out, Toby. But relax guys, I’m only joking!” She cackled and replaced the knife. “I just wanted to shit you up a bit! All part of the role play!”

  “Thank God,” whispered Harry.

  “No, I’m not going to hurt you. Look, in fact, I’ve got you gifts! She held two items in her hand. She walked to Toby first. “Yes, they’re special sort of, well, tags, I suppose.” She placed something around Toby’s neck. It was a sign, and, in thick black marker, it read: ‘HOOKER.’

  “And I got one for you of course, Harry, darling. I wouldn’t want to leave you out.” She placed his sign round his neck. It read: ‘PIMP.’

  She stepped back, took out her iPhone from the case and snapped a couple of photos, just for fun. Then she stood in silence for a moment. “Could put these on Facebook,” she mused. “So, what time does the match start tomorrow? Sorry, later today, I should say.”