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

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