Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (6 page)

“Is this what you like, you bitch?”

“Oh fuck yes! Just like this!”

She drew the dirty odours of the room
into her nostrils, the spray deodorants, the earth, the stink of sweaty mean
changing together. She fantasised about being there with the whole team
watching them. She heard the sound of his studs slipping and clacking against
the tiled floor as he fought to maintain his balance, and she pushed her arse
back at him, forcing him to probe ever deeper. As she did so, he slapped her
bum, playfully.

“Oh God yes!” she yelled. And he did it
again, with greater gusto, leaving a sharp red mark on the cheek. She groaned
again, so he slapped harder, gaining confidence. He pulled her right up by her
hair so she was nearly upright, and then held one arm round her waist while his
other hand clutched at her tits, squishing them, pinching painfully at her
nipples. She raised her hands right behind his head and held on for dear life as
he powered into her. She felt the heat in her cunt bubbling over, radiating
through her body. She stood on tiptoe, groaning with each vital stroke, ripping
at the hair on the back of his head until she felt him pulsate to orgasm inside
her, and she came, too, helplessly, exhaustingly.

Her muscles, as one, went loose and she
flopped forward onto the table. He eased in and out of her a couple more times.

“Did you come?” he managed to utter.

“Yes. Yes.”

As per her usual rules, she exited
quickly, giving him a swift kiss on his posh-boy cheek before she left. She was
exhilarated. Just the feel of the changing room, the smell, the aura, had been
enough to turn her on. And Harry had been good. Very, very good. Susceptible to
her orders, yet manly and rough and strong when he needed to be. Her knees
still quivered from her climax, and that night she couldn’t help but snake a
hand down her body to bring herself to another orgasm while she recalled the
evening’s events.

Nicole never met with the same man twice.
Doing so could give the impression she wanted a relationship. Alternatively,
she might develop feelings for someone herself, and that wasn’t the aim of
these meetings. It was therefore essential to simply cut off all contact after a
liaison.

And yet, when a couple of days later an
email from Harry landed in her inbox, she couldn’t deny that she felt a frisson
of excitement. She knew that she wanted a bit more. Maybe just one more
meeting. It couldn’t hurt, surely? Indeed, his message was brief and to the
point:

Nicole

That was amazing. Fucking amazing. Any
chance of a repeat? I have a nice idea for a different venue.

Harry

Nicole refused to reply straight away or
even for the rest of that day. She slept on it, reasoning that if she replied
immediately she would say yes, and she wasn’t sure if this was a realm she
wanted to enter into. The next day, though, all she could think about was
getting him somewhere naughty one more time. She decided to hedge her bets.

Harry

It was pretty good, yes. Thank you. I
don’t ever see anyone more than once I’m afraid.

But, and it’s a big but, if you come up
with a location that intrigues me, I may make a single exception in this
instance. Just to be clear, this is not the start of anything serious.

Nicole

Harry replied within 10 minutes.

Nicole

Totally understand. I knew the score. See
what you think. I’ve got a mate who’s a teacher. Tomorrow night there’s an open
evening at his secondary school, so all doors are open. I reckon we could turn
up there pretending to be parents checking out the school and then find a quiet
room somewhere, maybe a science lab, for a bit of fun. What do you think?

Harry

Another very good idea. As with many
people, school had been a time for Nicole of barely concealed lust that she
knew little what to do with. Most of it went unrequited. Plus, she had always
had a crush on her science teacher, a dashing silver fox in his forties. If he
ever demonstrated an experiment at his desk, Nicole or one or two of the other
girls, whoever felt like being naughty, would stand uncomfortably close to him,
perhaps pushing out their chests, until he began to stammer nervously. Such a
cruel thing to do to an honest man just trying to make a living.

She also liked the idea of, however
briefly, pretending to be normal parents. Made a change from the usual quick
shag, however much she enjoyed that. So she wrote back, agreeing, and they
arranged to meet outside a convenience store close to the school.

For this adventure, Nicole dressed
sensibly. After all, she needed to look the part of a ruminating parent. She
wore a royal blue dress, soft to the touch, which ran to her knees. It was
sensible office wear, although she still looked fantastic in it because it
hugged her curves quite perfectly and offered, perhaps, a little more cleavage
than most mums would display at a school open evening.

7.30pm. Harry was 15 minutes late. Nicole
was not a fan of poor punctuality. She gave him five more minutes, but there
was still no sign. She was about to stalk off back to her car when another
vehicle pulled up and a man scrambled out. “Nicole?” he asked.

“Who’s asking?”

“Look, I’m, er…” he turned and beeped the
locking system on his car – a rather sleek BMW. “I’m really sorry about
this. It’s a bit awkward. I’m… well, my name’s Toby.” Just as with Harry, he
was extremely well spoken. He stuck a hand out to be shaken, but she left it
hanging. “I’m a good friend of Harry’s. Listen…” he scratched the back of his
head. “Listen, I’m sorry about this, but Harry can’t make it. Something came up
and, well, he can’t be here. He doesn’t have your number, does he? So he
couldn’t call. He asked me to come out and let you know. I, er, I don’t live
too far away.”

“I see.”

“So, I’m really sorry.” There was a
pause. Nicole was annoyed. She had never been stood up like this before. Still,
it wasn’t Toby’s fault.

“Okay, no harm done. Thanks for letting
me know.” She turned again to walk to her car. She took a few steps and then:

“Nicole!” she turned around. He jogged up
to her. “This is awkward, as I said. Umm… okay, I’ll just say it. Harry told me
why he was meeting you here tonight. It’s my fault, I told him I wouldn’t come
unless he gave me the gossip, I’m awful like that. I apologise. But, er, well,
I was thinking… since you’re here… and I’m here… would you be interested in…?”
he screwed his mouth up questioningly. She looked him up and down. He wasn’t
very tall, shorter than her with her heels on. Quite stocky. But, she had to
concede, he had a devilish look about him, the sort of rawness displayed by,
say, Robert Downey Jr. Not quite as hot as him, but not a million miles away
either.

“In what?”

Toby grinned and any pretence at
bashfulness melted from his face. “A bit of fun in a science lab?”

She laughed at this, softening a little.
It wasn’t exactly a textbook pick-up, but then her usual methods were not
exactly
usual
either. And he
was
attractive. And it would mean
not breaking her rule of sleeping with the same man twice. “How do you know
Harry?”

“We play rugby together.”

“You look a little short for rugby, if
you don’t mind me saying.”

“Well, I’m the, er, the hooker.” Now it
was her turn to flash a naughty smile. “The hooker is the one in middle of the
scrum who has to get the ball, he has to be…”

“Yes, it’s okay, I know that much.” There
was another pause as she assessed him, her arms folded.

“Hey look, no worries. I’d love to take
you in there, you’re even hotter than Hazza said, but I understand if…”

“Who are we?”

“What?”

“Mr and Mrs what?”

“What?”

“In there,” she flicked her head towards
the school. “In case anyone asks.”

“Oh. Great! Well, Mr and Mrs Smith?”

“How original.”

“Easy to remember.”

“Fair enough.”

In the event, no one asked their names.
They wandered around a few classrooms, asked one or two questions of the
teachers and smiled benignly at the good students who had dutifully stayed
behind after hours.

This was the first time Nicole had set
foot in a school since she was 18 and the familiarity, even though it was a
completely different school, was startling. It was the little things. The
smell. The old plastic moulded chairs. The dress sense of the teachers, which
still seemed to be marooned somewhere in the early 70s.

They didn’t waste too much time
pretending to be married, though. Nicole was keen to find an empty room. Yet
wherever they looked there seemed to be people milling about. She was about to
suggest something radical, like finding the head teacher’s office, when they stumbled
across the science labs. There were four of them down a long corridor, two on
each side. With a quick check, it was clear that only the first one on the left
was being used.

Going for the safe option, they tried to
open the door to the second on the right, but it was locked, as was the one
opposite. The first on the right was locked too, although it was probably too
risky anyway. It appeared they had been foiled. Then Nicole had an idea. She took
Toby into the lab that was open, where parents were taking turns asking
questions of two science teachers dressed in stained white coats. Nicole
remembered that at her school there was often a sort of buffer area between two
labs where the teachers and the lab assistants would pretend to work when
really they were probably smoking a ciggie or having a cup of tea. Or, in the
case of Dr Langston, sneaking regular swigs of whisky. If the set up was the
same here, they might just be able to nip through into the neighbouring lab.

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.