Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (23 page)

“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.”

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