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

by Foxwell, C. D.

  “Tomorrow,” she commanded. “Here. Then we’re going to mine.”

  “I’ve got work, I can’t…” he murmured.

  “Call in sick, or this ends now,” she said. Then she kissed him once more on the mouth.

  “Fuck I want you. I’m going to make you scream tomorrow,” he whispered.

  “I’m sure you will.” And for the second time, she left him there, frantic and horny.

  He needed to plan, of course. When he returned to the office, all that he could think about was ensuring he would have the following morning free. Should he call in sick? Should he say he had a dentist’s appointment? In the end, he settled on emailing the rest of his office to say that he had to meet a client, so he wouldn’t be in until after lunch. It was a bit vague, but it was a standard code often used by others in management when they had personal issues they needed to deal with. He was confident it would not be questioned.

  That night, neither of them slept very well. The last three weeks, the slow build of looks and glances that built to kissing, touching, wanting, needing was about to reach its zenith. She lay in bed, her stomach in knots with the anticipation of getting to feel his skin on hers, of getting those clothes off of him so she could feel his fit body under her fingertips, of clawing her nails roughly down his smooth back.

  He lay in bed, scarcely able to think of anything else other than getting his hands all over this dream woman’s naked body, of feeling her writhe as he pinned her to the bed and fucked her, relieving weeks of tormented fantasies and frustration.

  He left a little later than usual, dressed in his suit as usual, and strolled towards the meeting point. His biggest fear was seeing someone from the office. They’d ask why he wasn’t with his client. They’d ask what he was doing, just milling about in the street, near an alleyway. He hadn’t even prepared an answer.

  He stepped into the alley and took out his phone and tried to concentrate on replying to a couple of emails. Minutes went by. He checked his watch. 9.10am. She’d be here soon. His stomach rolled and rumbled with nervous excitement. He answered another email. Sent a text. 9.14am. Still nothing. He stared at the wall opposite. 9.15am. Minutes seemed to take hours to tick by. 9.19am. Another email beeped through. He read it, started to respond, but found it hard to concentrate. He peered back down the alley. No sign. 9.21am. In all the time he had spied on her, she had never been this late after dropping the kids off. He began to worry if she would turn up. Was it all a trick? Was she just playing with him? Did she ever have any intention of taking him home? Or had he somehow just missed her?

  He heard footsteps, high heels. He looked out at the pavement and an older woman in her fifties hurried past. Then, silence. 9.26am. He was considering giving up. Perhaps this was an elaborate practical joke and she was laughing about it now, with her friends. 9.27am. He took a step towards the street when suddenly she turned into the alleyway. “Going somewhere?”

  He shook his head. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

  “I’m fashionably late.” She placed a tender kiss on his mouth. He grabbed her, wanting more, but she shook him off. “Come on.”

  They walked quickly, respectfully apart, acknowledging that they were in full view of others on the street, of people in cars. “Is your place far?” he asked.

  “Nope, not too far.”

  “What about your husband?”

  “He's at work. What about your wife?”

  “I guess she’s probably just dropped the kids off at school. Have you ever done anything like this before?”

  “Maybe. Does your wife ever go out during the day?”

  “Sometimes, I guess. She has a part time job, with good hours.”

  “Mmm, maybe we'll go to your place next time then,” she smiled.

  He could already feel the blood rushing to his cock at the prospect of being alone with her. It was almost like he was outside his own body, like he was floating down the road. He was finally going to get this gorgeous woman naked, get to see that beautiful arse up close. He’d get to taste her, drink her, eat her.

  She began walking faster. She wished she had worn trainers instead of heels. Heels were sexier, but trainers would have got them home faster. She stole a glance at him, looking elegant in his suit trousers, powder blue shirt and tie. She wanted to grab the two sides of that shirt and just rip it off him and make the buttons ping everywhere. “We’re nearly there,” she said, pointing out her home.

  “What about the neighbours?”

  “What about them?”

  “You know, seeing us, together, coming home at this time of day. What if they tell your husband?”

  “It’ll be fine. You're just a hot dad I see dropping his kids off at school every day and we're going to have an innocent coffee together. What's wrong with that? They're all probably fucking each other on the quiet anyway,” she giggled. Somehow, he resisted the temptation to put his arm round her, to draw her close to him.

  They reached the front door in silence, the anticipation leaving them with little to say. She pushed the key into the lock, twisted it and opened the door slightly. She stopped and, feeling him close behind her, she stretched her arm back and felt his crotch. He was ready – hard as a brick, throbbing through his trousers. He moaned slightly as she ran her hand up and down the outline of his dick. She smiled and pushed the door open. He followed her in, but only got a step inside before she turned, pushed the door closed behind him and pressed him against it. Immediately they were kissing deeply, tongues exploring, teeth biting lips. She felt one of his hands at the back of her head, buried in her hair, while another went straight to her arse. He pulled her into him so their bodies squeezed together. She had one arm round his neck, the other on his cock, rubbing it through his trousers, loving the sensation that he was so stiff for her so quickly. Both of them moaned with lust and pawed at each other’s clothes, buttons flicking open, shirts becoming un-tucked, zippers ripping down.

  She kissed his neck and whispered, “Come on up.” She turned and made for the stairs. As she began climbing he was faced with a beautiful view of her gorgeous, round bum, looking like a beautiful peach in a skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. He couldn't wait. Still on the stairs, he put his hands on her hips and pressed his body to hers. He moved her hair and gently kissed her neck. She felt his erection, insistent, against her.

  He began pushing up her skirt, desperate for a better view. She bent forward slightly and he lowered his head. “Mmm, I love these panties,” he breathed. He kissed her soft skin, ran his tongue along the edge of her knickers and moved his hands high between her legs.

  She purred and turned around and lowered herself to the stairs. She parted her legs a little and immediately his head was between her thighs, gently kissing them, licking them, his eyes locked on hers, as he very slowly moved higher and higher until he was licking her panties, his tongue probing for her clitoris beneath the silk. He could taste her juices through the material and became impatient. He reached back to her thighs and snatched her panties down. He paused. She looked at him and then closed her eyes as his mouth went for her pink, wet, open pussy.

  She tasted amazing. So sweet. His mouth covered her clit, sucking at it lightly, his tongue flicking it, circling it, massaging it, while she moaned in pleasure. Then his tongue moved to her hole, drinking in her nectar, juices dripping down his chin. The stairs, of course, were not particularly comfortable, but his tongue was making her forget that – all she felt was the fire between her legs. She bucked into his mouth, put her hand on the back of his head, urging him to lick harder, sending his tongue into overdrive. The more she moaned the harder he licked and sucked, and then he stopped, very briefly, to lick two fingers, before sliding them inside her. His tongue returned to her clitoris while his finger found a sweet spot that made her almost screech in pleasure. He increased the speed, groaning with his lust for her. She felt her legs wobble and go weak, her hips propelled upwards and she gripped his hair, almost yanking it out, un
til her loud, intense orgasm shook her whole being.

  He moved up her body, smiling. She relaxed and they kissed. She tasted her sweetness on his lips, his tongue, his chin. Her hand went immediately to his belt, unbuckling it and then undoing his fly. He moved higher above her now, and she wrenched his trousers down, revealing black boxers and a straining cock, pushing its way above the waistband. She tugged at the shorts and set him free. She licked the tip delicately, savouring him, then let her tongue run right around the head. He gasped and she quickly took him in her mouth, as far as she could. Slowly she ran her lips up and down the shaft.

  His fingers dug into the carpet. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. After days of near constant arousal at the thought of fucking her, he clearly wasn't going to last long. She continued sucking, up and down. She began to feel him buck back, not too hard, but just enough, and she relished the sensation of him fucking her mouth. She grabbed at his arse and helped him push deeper. He gasped in desperation and she knew he was close.

  She focused her tongue on the head and then, roughly, she grabbed the rest of his cock and tugged at him in fast, jolting movements, loving being in control, knowing he was ready to come. She felt two, three, four involuntary jerks of his dick and she closed her eyes as he went off like a firework in her mouth while exhaling loudly in relief. Her strokes reduced in velocity as she sucked at the final drops of spunk. His body crumpled a little, he moved back down to meet her, and they kissed again. Gently at first, but soon the passion was restored as they tasted each other's sex. “No,” she ordered. “Upstairs – let's get more comfortable.”

  This time they managed to make it to the bedroom without attacking each other. “Take your clothes off.” He did as he was told. Naked, he stood in front of her, his cock now at ease. “Sit down there.” She pointed to a chair at the end of the bed. “You need time to recover.” She began taking the rest of her clothes off. Her top, her skirt, her bra, her stockings. He watched his fantasy come true.

  She reached to a drawer in her bedside table and took out a pink vibrator. “My favourite.” She lay on the bed, knees lifted, legs apart, her eyes fixed on him. He was already gently tugging his penis. She licked the end of the vibrator and then traced it, very slowly, to her pussy. “So, what were you thinking when you were spying on me from your office, you filthy pervert?” she smiled.

  “I imagined going down to see you after you'd dropped the kids off. Just chatting to you on the street and suggesting we go to lunch. I'd think about us eating, maybe having a glass of wine...”

  “Yes, and? Get to the good stuff! Fuck’s sake. I think we’re past the wining and dining!”

  “Okay. I thought about you saying you needed to go to the bathroom, but something in your eyes told me you wanted me to follow. I thought about us sneaking into a cubicle, me sitting down, you in front, sucking me off, then turning round and sitting on my cock, fucking me like that, bouncing up and down on me, while I pushed your bra down and held onto your tits.”

  “Mmm... What else?” She started sliding the slick vibrator inside herself. “Tell me more. Did you touch yourself in the office?”

  “Yes, I'd go back to my seat after seeing you and under the desk I'd rub my cock thinking about you. Yesterday afternoon I sat there, my door open, my hand stroking my cock, thinking of me and you in that alleyway, imagining you bending over, hands against the wall, and me lifting your skirt, moving your panties, and fucking you right there, holding onto your hips, a quick, hard fuck. I fantasised about spurting my juice over your arse.”

  He was getting harder now as he talked, as he watched her. “Tell me more,” she demanded, and she turned over on all fours, her voluptuous buttocks facing him, and reached round to fuck herself with the toy.

  “I thought of us going to the cinema, finding a dark corner, and once the film had started I imagined you reaching over and wanking me off while I fingered your cunt. I imagined getting on the floor between your legs and eating you out, making you come right there in the cinema, desperately trying to stay quiet.”

  She was panting softly now as she forced the toy deeper and deeper. He could take it no longer. He lunged forward and grabbed at her arse, kissing it, licking it, one hand over hers on the toy, helping to slide it in to the hilt. And then he got what he had been dreaming about. Delicately, he licked her arsehole, just around the rim at first, letting a little saliva drip from his mouth, before allowing his tongue to snake inside. Her breathing became heavier and she responded, pushing her rear towards him, making sure he knew she didn’t want him to stop.

  He circled her hole while she groaned and gasped, loving the dual sensation of her toy and his tongue. He pushed himself further inside her, burying his face between her cheeks, adoring this naughtiest of pleasures, unable to stop himself from urgently stroking his dick at the same time.

  “I want your cock,” she murmured. She discarded the toy, rolled over and he fell on top of her. At last, he glided easily inside her slippery pussy. He moved in and out rhythmically as they kissed deeply, luxuriating in each other's bodies, her hands on his arse, urging him to fuck harder.

  She leaned up and pushed him onto his back. She leapt on top and, knees either side of his body, eased herself down onto him, slowly manoeuvring her vagina up and down his shaft, controlling both his and her pleasure. He reached up and cupped her tits, and she began bouncing on top of him while he thrust his pelvis upwards to get deeper inside her. Both of them were groaning, sighing, almost shouting now, as if there was no one else in the world, completely enveloped in their own passion. He sat up and held her and they kissed, tongues everywhere, holding each other tight and bouncing hard together on the bed. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “Want to try anal?”

  She slowed right down. She kissed his neck too. “I thought you'd never ask.”

  She lifted off of him and lay on her back. She opened her legs wide and up, exposing her beautiful, tight arsehole. He knelt between her legs and raised her buttocks a little, and then carefully, slowly, began to push his slick dick, lubricated by her own sweet juices, inside her. Just the tip at first, hardly inside at all, but she grabbed at the sheets all the same, her eyes clenched shut. He held her thighs, supporting her. She licked her fingers and started massaging her clit. Just the sight of her lying there, naked, perfect boobs, hand frenziedly rubbing her sweet spot, was like a perfect dream.

  He inched himself further in until she had taken his whole cock. He was being careful, but she was soon directing him. “Faster,” she urged. “Deeper.” She pushed two fingers into her cunt, and, responding to the frantic way she started to finger-fuck herself, he obeyed. The bed bounced, almost seeming to lift off the floor as they screwed. She screamed in pleasure, just as he had promised. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she yelled.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh ffffuck!” he breathed, as he rammed her, as he pressed her hand down with his, forcing her to masturbate harder.

  “I'm close, don't stop!” she shouted. He kept going, feeling the cum building once more in his cock. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the rampant, exhausting rhythm and then finally he felt her whole body twist and jump and writhe as she screamed to a climax just as he shot his hot semen inside her, both yelling so loud half the street must have heard their 'secret' tryst.

  He collapsed on top of her. They kissed lazily and for a long time they just lay together, completely exhausted, staring into space, fingers entwined, their bodies replete.

  Later, when they had recovered and his cock slept, distressed and limp, on his stomach, she broke the silence. “So, was it worth it?”

  “Three weeks of no touching?”

  “Well, we touched in the alleyway.”

  “We did touch in the alleyway, yes. But that just made it worse!”

  “I know. I wanted to jump you that night.”

  “Me too. I can’t believe what a tease you were!”

  “You can talk! So, was it worth it?” she repeated.
/>   “Oh fuck yes.”

  “It was incredible, wasn’t it? The neighbours must’ve heard.”

  “So what? What’s wrong with a husband and wife enjoying themselves?” He put his arm round her and she snuggled up to him. “I’ll email the office and say I won’t be going in. Let’s have a day at home just me and you, for once. Then I’ll go pick up the kids.”

  “Sounds perfect, baby.”

  “All we need to do now is think of a game to top this one.”

  “It’s not going to be easy.”

  “Be fun trying though… Did you know I even took notes of exactly what time you passed each day? Like a real stalker.”

  “That’s a bit weird, baby… But well done for getting properly into character.”

  “Thank you sweetheart. I love you.”

  “I love you too, you dirty perv.”

  For more erotic stories, reviews of erotic books and lots of erotic thoughts, visit C.D. Foxwell’s Erotic Den of Erotica: www.cdfoxwell.wordpress.com

  Follow C.D. Foxwell on Twitter: @CDFoxwell

  If you would like to contact us to suggest a broad subject for a future Sex with a Sting tale – a particular location for a sex scene, for example, or a scene with a particular prop – or for any other reason, we would love to hear from you: cdfoxwellbooks@gmail.com

  C.D. Foxwell would be enormously grateful if you would write a little review of this collection on Amazon. Especially if you really liked it.

  Thank you very much for buying this e-book and taking the time to read it. Do tell a friend, or 50 friends.