Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail by C.D. Foxwell

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