Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (10 page)

“Never mind that, just stick it in for
fuck’s sake!” He grabbed her by the hips and speedily slid himself inside her.
They both looked into the mirror and she saw him exhale slowly as he pushed
himself as deep as he could. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” she murmured. “God, it’s
been fucking
years
.”

“It’s been like two months.”

“Who’s counting? Anyway, this is great,
but I don’t believe this is a Sexlympic position. Everyone does this in hotels.
It’s too easy, it doesn’t count.”

“Wait, I’m not finished. Give me your
leg.” He reached out and gripped her right thigh. She gasped as she felt his dick
hit a particularly sweet spot. “Okay, now the other leg.”

“Is this going to work?”

“I’m not sure, just trust me. Hold on to
the sink. Now try and lift your whole body a bit… oh God!” She did as she was
told and now he was holding her thighs in a sort of wheelbarrow position, but
her body was horizontal to the floor. She pressed down on the edge of the sink
and he strained as he supported the rest of her body at the thighs. “Okay, try
and grip my waist with your thighs too, if you can.” Effectively, they were
making a cross shape. With great care, strength and dexterity he moved in and
out of her while she was suspended in the air.

“Oh fuck, Matt, that is
it
! You
are hitting something there! Oh wow, oh fuck, this one counts! THIS ONE
COUNTS!”

Matt was exerting all his muscles to hold
her in this difficult position and after another few thrusts he had to lower
her back to the floor. He withdrew and she turned and kissed him passionately,
her tongue searching deep in his mouth. “That’s one,” she panted. “More,” she
demanded. “More!”

Eight minutes 50 seconds: The Oral Tepee

“Okay, stand against the sink.” He
squatted down and then guided her legs, one at a time, over his shoulders and
positioned himself so that his face was right in front of her bare pussy.

“Oh baby, what’s this?” she murmured. He
placed both hands on her bum to support her and then began to stand. Her thighs
were on his shoulders and as he rose, her body tipped back so that her
shoulders and head rested on the edge of the sink. “Oh fuck, Matty,” she
whispered. He kept rising until he was standing straight and her body was at a
steep angle, the blood rushing to her head. He smiled for a moment and then
wasted not a second more before burying his face between her legs, attacking
her pussy with his tongue, sucking at her clit and greedily probing inside her.

Olivia lifted her hands to the edge of
the sink unit to try and balance herself, but the fiery sensation between her
legs made any kind of movement incredibly difficult. He pulled her in closer to
his mouth, looking straight into her eyes as he gorged himself, moaning as he
tasted her. “Oh shit,” she breathed. He lifted her higher and didn’t stop
licking and then suddenly she felt her shoulders slip a bit. “Careful Matt, I’m
sliding off, I’m sliding off!”

Quickly, he bent his legs and lowered her
to the floor, but before she could stop him he was already dropping to his
knees, still licking, apparently desperate to make her come. “Matt, Matt, that
was two, okay? We have to get the record! Time’s ticking!” He kissed her clit
once more and stood up.

“What next then? Any ideas?”

Seven minutes forty seconds: The Upside
Down Fizz-Bang

“Shit, ummm… Right. Get a pillow,” she
said.

“What?”

“Get a pillow, quickly! We haven’t got
much time!” He raced into the bedroom, grabbed a pillow and ran back. Olivia
put it on the tiled floor up against the wall. “Okay, stand on your head.”

“What?”

“Stand on your head. Come on! Nearly three
minutes gone! Use the wall to support yourself!” Realising he didn’t have time
to argue, he crouched on the floor, placed his head on the pillow and tried to
flip his body up against the wall. It didn’t work, so Olivia grabbed his legs
and helped him up and then pressed them against the wall to help his balance.
“Okay, are you set?”

“I think so.”

“Right, one more thing. Extra points for
this.” She grabbed the champagne bottle and took a swig. She held the liquid in
her mouth and then kneeled on the floor in front of him. She snatched at his
cock, bent it towards her and took it in her mouth. Matt immediately yelped at
the fizzy sensation on the head of his dick and almost toppled over onto her.
Olivia calmly held one hand onto his thigh to steady him. She held the first
inch of his erection in her mouth, letting her tongue wash the champagne all
over it, and gripped his slender, graceful manhood hard for a few seconds
before starting to jerk it up and down.

“Oh my Lord!” he yelled. “What the
fuck
are you doing to me? You dirty
bitch
! Oh wow!” She pulled him harder,
squeezed him tight with her fingers and pushed her mouth further down the
shaft. “Oh, you filthy… oh fuck, you filthy
slut
!” At this, she burst
out laughing, spraying his balls and stomach with the remains of the, by now
warm, champagne. She helped him back to his knees.

“I think that counts as number three,”
she said. She took another swig from the bottle and they kissed again, holding
each other by the back of their heads, and she, being a sharing girl, passed
some alcohol into his mouth. “You need to fuck me,” she said, biting his ear.

“I need to
eat
you,” he replied.

Six minutes 55 seconds: Oral Glory

They stood up and he immediately twisted
his arms over and grabbed her midsection, lifting her easily before spinning
her upside down. She clung to his body in fear of being dropped on her head,
but his strong arms held her firmly in place.

“Aaaah!” she screamed.

“Open your legs,” he ordered. She
acquiesced and once more his mouth was on her wet cunt, this time at a glorious
angle where he could take her entire pussy in his mouth in one go. At the same
time, she grabbed for his cock and steered it to her lips and sucked noisily as
they performed their own stand-up version of the 69 position. She grabbed on to
his ass, and forced his cock further into her eager mouth, while he slithered
his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, his nose buried between her butt
cheeks. She yanked him out for a moment and instructed him to suck harder, to
tongue-fuck her deeper. Her dirty, desperate words seem to make his cock
pulsate in anticipation and, smiling, she swallowed him whole once more.

Finally, Matt could feel her slipping
from his grasp. It was a long way to that unforgiving tiled floor so he twisted
her round again and placed her back on her feet.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she said, brushing
dark hair from her eyes.

“How can you possibly try to play
innocent in the middle of this?”

“Shit! Halfway through! We need to do
three more! Come on!”

Five minutes twenty seconds: Pointing
South

She took the iPhone and his hand and they
scrambled into the bedroom, looking for something, anything, that might help
them with position number five.

“On the bed! Quick!” he commanded. She
bounded over. “Right, do a sort of shoulder stand, go right back up on your
shoulders and the back of your head.” She fell to the bed and quickly assumed
the position. He placed his legs either side of her body but she started
giggling uncontrollably so he held her by the ankles and lightly slapped the
back of her legs.

“Ow! You bastard!”

“This is serious, Olivia! Sexlympics
World Record!”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“Okay.” He parted her legs. “How wide can
you get them, baby?”

“Very,
very
wide,” she answered,
spreading them apart for him.

“Oh
fuck
, yes. So maybe you
can
do the splits.”

“Told you.” He was standing with his back
to her, giving her another dreamy view of that hard arse. He bent his knees and
between his legs she could see him pushing his cock downwards. He leant his
body forward and then somehow managed to glide into her inside her, filling
space she felt he had never touched before. It was like he was exploring
uncharted territory. It felt incredible. Keeping his hand on his cock to stop
it from popping out, he rocked up and down, using the bed as a kind of natural
spring, to help him stimulate her pussy. “Oh this is a new one for the
Gymsextics!” she yelled. “Oh fuck, do it harder baby! Deeper! Jesus Christ!”
She had never felt anything like it, it was unreal, like part of her was still
a virgin and now he was ravishing it.

He bounced harder, each time withdrawing
right to the tip of his length before delving back down, teasing a spot that
sent shockwaves through her body every time he found it. He did this five, six,
seven times. Every time he almost came out she made a gulp of protest,
desperate for him to stay inside. “Baby, I’m so close!” she groaned at last.
“Keep going! Don’t stop! Oh please don’t stop!” But at that, he withdrew
completely. “What are you doing?!”

“I can’t baby! That’s only five
positions! We need to do at least one more and look at the time!” They had
indeed, rather foolishly, spent too long on that position.

“Okay, but we are doing that fucking
position again later in the weekend and you are going to do it until I scream
this fucking hotel down, okay?”

“Okay, okay. God, never take a woman to
the brink and fail to follow through.”

“Damn right. Come on, what now?” she
asked. The timer on her iPhone ticked on. Both of them looked around the room
frantically.

Two minutes thirty seconds: Chairman of
the Broad

“Get that chair!” he said. She ran to one
corner and grabbed a chair while he took an identical one from next to a small desk.
At the end of the bed he positioned them facing each other, with perhaps a 30-centimetre
gap in between. He elegantly stepped up, placing one foot on each chair. Olivia
stood below and looked up at him. He was like some incredible bronze statue but
unlike, for example, the Statue of David, who, despite his chiselled physique,
is not exactly, well,
blessed
, Matt stood there with a glistening,
upright, engorged rod. The light bulb above sent beams bouncing off his body
and for a split second Olivia imagined angels singing. “Hurry up!” he shouted,
breaking her reverie. He reached a hand down and helped her up onto the chairs.

She faced him now. The chairs did not
feel particularly stable. “Baby, if we start to fall, fall backwards onto the
bed, okay?” He kissed her once. “Wish me luck.” He bent his knees slightly and
she stood on tiptoe and helped guide his member back inside her.

“Oh that’s better, Matty,” she whispered,
relieved to feel him once more. Quickly, he grabbed her by the arse.

“Okay, jump!” She sprang off the chair
and wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her bum and she held tight
around his neck. Somehow he began fucking her and she helped, bobbing up and
down as he kissed her neck and chest. Almost immediately, the rush Olivia had
felt in their last position came flooding back. She clenched her eyes shut as
she felt him ram against the same spot he had found on the bed.

“Oh, oh that is so…
deep
!” she
garbled. She felt herself about to scream in pleasure and bit at his neck,
stifling the sound. That only seemed to spur him on and he pushed ever deeper
inside her. She let out a loud cry of pleasure and threw her body back so that
she was at right angles to him and her head was almost upside down. He rammed
harder inside her, now pulling her hips towards him in this outrageous
position, her hands desperately gripping his arms, her hair reaching for the
floor, her body stretched out beautifully in front of him. They were both so
close, both breathing in time, both moaning with each jolt.

“This… is… amazing,” he managed to say
between thrusts and Olivia laughed a little. Both of them loved the idea of
achieving orgasm in this stupidly dangerous position. Closer and closer they
got. He felt his thighs begin to buckle with the strain and the pleasure. She
felt her feet, her toes, even, start to tingle. Both of them felt the simmering
passion ready to start tipping into a bubbling mass.

“That’s it, that’s it!” she cried…

And then Matt felt something go wrong.
Like something kind of… gave up. Then he felt a searing, stabbing pain in his
back. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Get off, get off, get off! Oh!”

Somehow, she managed to swing back up and
detach herself from him and immediately he crumpled to the carpet and lay flat
on his back. “Baby! Baby! Are you okay? Did I break your penis? Fuck! Are you
okay?” Her face was wet with perspiration and his whole body was slick with
sweat.

“No, no, it’s my back! Oh Jesus, it’s
agony!”

“Your back?”

“Yeah, my back! Oh shit, this is bad. I
think I’m going to need a doctor or something. Something snapped! Maybe it’s a
hernia.”

There was a brief pause. Olivia was
kneeling next to him. She had stopped looking at his face. Her eyes were once
more on his still extremely erect manhood. She rubbed at her soaking wet pussy.
“Your back?”