Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (7 page)

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 balls 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!”