All Because of a Rampant Rabbit · Part 1 (1/2)
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I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I've never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I know lots of men like to see women using them and I've occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even the larger ones at the request of the man of the particular moment if that's what gets him going. However as a general rule I prefer the real article and it was only because a couple of my female friends raved about how good the RR was that I even heard about it. Neither were either of these women as far as I knew adventuress in their sex lives so I thought perhaps I should check the rabbit out.
When I mentioned it to my husband Gary and suggested he buy one for me, he said it would better to visit a couple of places in Birmingham and pick one that I liked. I knew without asking that what he was suggesting was a trawl of the cities sex shops where I would be probably the only real woman in shops full of furtively leering men most of whom you would certainly avoid if you passed them in the supermarket. It amused him and turned him on to think all these 'unsuitable' types were checking out his wife. Sometimes it amused me too, to humour his idiosyncratic fantasies. I thought it kept our sex lives interesting and stopped us getting bored with each other.
Not that we were conventionally monogamous, both of us had enjoyed an extra marital flirtation here and there and we even had an enjoyable threesome once with one of Gary's squash partners, another man, after a rather drunken dinner.
So we determined on the following Friday afternoon. It was half term, the kids were away on holiday and Gary could meet me in the city as he finished work early. He was clearly looking forward to this and the days before were full of relentless veiled hints as to what to wear etc. Friday morning began sunny and warm, a portent of summer. I decided to wear a navy polka dot dress that I bought last year and hardly wore. It swirled nicely around my knees, fitted snugly on my hips and had a draw string lace at the bust that you could adjust to bare your shoulders if the fancy took you.
Underneath I slipped on a delicate cream pair of french knickers, a matching garter belt and champagne coloured stockings. The garter belts a pain but Gary likes stockings and in any case I find hold ups come down if I have to walk far. I decided on no bra. Despite two kids my 36B breasts stand up on their own and I like the way they move as I walk in my high strappy white sandals. My dark hair contrasted nicely I thought with my pale neck and shoulders. Completing my outfit with a white handbag, poppy red lipstick and a heavy application of my favourite opium perfume I was ready for the train.
Leaving the car at the station I click clacked to the ticket office then to the platform. The looks of a group of young men on the platform reassured me that at forty two my size ten figure was in good shape and I could still turn heads. I smiled to myself happy that my preparations were a success.
The train journey into town was uneventful. The sun through the carriage window was warm on my body through the thin fabric of my dress, as I absentmindedly watched the back gardens and yards of factories flicker by and I was able to eaves drop the conversation of the few others in the carriage. My young admirers from the platform were seated a row back from where I sat at the window. I could just see a couple of them watching me diagonally across the gangway. Their overheard comments made me smile and feel quite sexy, just the right mood for today. One of them ventured "I tell you she's wearing stockings and not much else under that dress" and his mate replied "some lucky sods going to be shagging her later on and unfortunately it won't be any of us". As I left the train at the jewellery quarter I blew them a kiss as it rolled out again to Birmingham.
It was a short step to the pub where I was to rendezvous with Gary. The quarter was busy with lunchtime shoppers and workers making the most of the sunshine in their break. I felt exhilarated with the weather and the attention of the men on their way to their lunch time pints, wondering if they discerned in my demeanour the sense of delicious anticipation of the slightly seedy adventure I was about to embark on. Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub and had already bought me a large red wine. He rose to kiss me and I knew from his look that he approved of my outfit. As we parted his hand slid down my behind checking in a brief touch the flimsy knickers and the button of the suspender.'you look great' he said and took a sip of his Bacardi and coke.
We made small talk for a while, then after a second large wine I asked, 'OK, what are we doing, and what are the rules?'. He responded 'Well I thought we'd visit a few sex shops and buy you a new vibrator and maybe a couple of videos.' Quietly I said 'but we both know that really you'd like to see me tease and turn on some of those creepy guys you think will be there, wouldn't you?' I slid my hand up his leg to his crotch. His hard cock betrayed him. Uncomfortably he agreed, but said he only wanted me to do it if I wanted to. 'Right' I said 'These are the rules! I'll go wherever you want but If I say its time to go home, we go home. If your not comfortable with anything you let me know by a clear shake of the head and we'll quit whatever and come home, no recriminations! OK!' With that I downed the last dregs of my wine and said 'lead on'.
Gary took my hand and led me through the quarter until eventually a narrow street opened onto a run down but major thoroughfare. Across the road was an Adult Shop at least that's what it was called. Dodging the traffic we entered the shop via a lobby bedecked with warnings of offensive material and a bead curtain. Inside it was I thought, not having been in such a place before, surprisingly normal. A bit like a regular magazine shop, just grubbier. Racks and racks of mags and videos lined the walls of a long narrow room. Disappointingly we seemed to be the only customers. From behind us a voice asked if we needed any help. Turning round we faced the counter behind which a rather corpulent man sat. He was squeezed into a T shirt through which his flesh protruded from a number of holes.'No thanks we're just looking' Gary answered a bit to quickly,'he's nervous' I thought.
We browsed the shelves examining videos and magazines. At the far end of the shop was a cabinet displaying an array of vibrators and other sex toys and another with various outfits. Approaching the counter I asked the store owner if he could let me see the vibrators. Easing his stomach round the counter he followed me back to the cabinet and opened the glass door. He stood there the top of his trousers concealed by his overhanging gut. It occurred to me, 'he's not seen his cock in a long time.' Looking straight at my cleavage he leered, 'which one takes your fancy?' I pointed to a large veined black one complete with testicles.
Gary had stood back affecting to check out a costume but I could tell he was watching intently. I noticed another equally fat man had now appeared behind the counter. The man handed me the vibrator it was about 9 or 10inches long and thick. 'How do you switch it on 'I queried' holding the knob end and offering the balls end to him. 'Batteries are extra' he quipped. 'Well I'm not buying it if I don't know it works.' I smiled. He shuffled off to get some batteries. Gary came over to me and kissed me putting his tongue in my my mouth, his cock was hard against my leg. The store owner returned and as he handed the black vibrator to me switched it on.
It jerked in my hand powerful and throbbing as he still held it by the balls.'Bet you fancy this up you?' he demanded with a smirk. I took it from him and as it whirred put its knob end against my left nipple, the vibrations reverberated through me and my nipple showed hard through the dress. As the man stood watching I pulled down the shoulder of my dress exposing the breast I'd begun teasing. I resumed the treatment on the engorged nipple. The fat man was transfixed and perspiring freely, his rank odour permeating the air. Transferring the vibrators attention to the other breast I pulled his head down to the exposed nipple. He began to suck on me gently like a baby.
I felt his hand inching my dress up and exploring my behind. 'Toss me off.' he pleaded in a whining voice. 'Drop your trousers then' I whispered.
He straightened up and began to fumble with the belt that was somewhere under his gut. Dropping to my haunches I began to help him, tugging his scruffy jeans down round his ankles. He wore no underpants and his average size cock poked out from under his belly right in front of my face. Looking up at Gary I paused waiting for a signal. It was obvious he was turned on but he had a sort of glazed look as if he didn't quite believe what he was seeing. Taking hold of the pulsing stiff prick in my hand I leaned forward almost touching it with my lips. Then still holding it, I said 'you're right the vibrator looks a better bet, but I think we'll check out the prices somewhere else'.
Standing up suddenly I left the poor man standing with his trousers down in the middle of his shop, as grabbing Gary's hand I made for the door pulling up the top of my dress as we went. His partner made no move as we ducked through the bead curtain and exited into the sunlit street.
I don't know if we thought we might be pursued but we hurried over the litter strewn pavements away from the shop, both of us laughing a bit hysterically. We turned into a narrow side street. There were no shops just entrances to warehouses many of them with piles of rubbish waiting for the bin men. Gary pulled me into a doorway and began to kiss me and had his hand up my skirt and in my knickers.'That was unbelievable.' he panted. 'You wanted me to suck him off didn't you' I said ' Yes' he murmured between kisses, 'I wanted to See his cock in your mouth and then you fucking him and his fat mate, They're so fucking gruesome and you're so lovely it really makes me hot'.
Squatting down I pulled his rigid prick from his trousers and began to suck him off. In seconds he was groaning he was about to come. As I jerked him to a climax he shot his stuff all over my face and neck. Taking his jis slicked cock back in my mouth I teased the end of his still hard dick with my tongue.
Suddenly there was the sound of a car horn. Across the road less than thirty feet away an Asian guy sat in a transit van and must have watched our performance. He put his head out of the window and shouted 'Hey gorgeous, You can suck my cock any time, how much you want?' His accent that curious mix of Brummie and Pakistani many Asians have round here.
'He thinks your a prozie.' Gary said stuffing his tackle into his trousers as fast as he could. Standing up I wiped his spunk from my face with a tissue. 'Well I could be, couldn't I'. I gave a questioning look at my husband. He made no response. Leaving him leaning weak kneed against the doorway, I crossed the road to the van. Fishing out my lipstick I used the wing mirror to reapply a layer to my smudged mouth.
The guy wound down the window again. I was shaking with nervousness but so turned on. 'Its ten quid for a blow job' He motioned for me to get in the van.'Not in the van' I said. Getting out he led me behind the van. There was an alleyway between two buildings. I followed him about ten yards in. 'Here do?' he produced two fivers and offered them to me. As I took the money he pulled me to him and kissed me. This hadn't been part of the deal but I found myself wrapping my tongue round his as his hands roamed over my body. Sliding down his his body, I thought this not so bad, he had a bit of a belly, but his buttocks felt taut. I pulled his track suit bottoms down past his knees.
From the join of his hairy brown legs, his cock stood up long and thick and nearly as black as the vibrator we saw earlier, the end circumcised, bulbous and twitching, his balls a mass of jet black hair. Stretching my jaw wide I lowered my mouth over it. He sighed as I began to gently suck. His hot prick filled my mouth and I lathered it up and down with my tongue. I thought I'll be be the best whore you've ever had. He gripped my face with his hands and pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. Then he paused and asked breathlessly 'how much for a shag'.
Pulling off his cock I responded 'How much you got' I still slowly wanked him and slid my hand under his balls to tease his arsehole with my finger. He shivered 'Only about twenty quid'. 'That'll do' I whispered swallowing his cock again.
He pulled me to my feet and foraging in his pockets produced a tatty fiver and a handful of change which he counted into my hand. It was bizarre but here I was in a filthy alley, a 'respectable' mum with a well paid job, about to fuck a stranger for a few quid. Dropping the money into my bag I pulled my dress up. ' Nice knickers 'he commented easing the flimsy material to one side and pushing two large fingers into my cunt. They slipped in easy I was so wet and as he reamed them round inside of me I was instantly on the way to a climax. He smelt of oil and sweat the way my dad used to when he came home from the factory. Pulling my arms out of the dress I.gave his mouth access to my breasts.
The nipples were as hard as bullets and it was a genuine sigh of pleasure that came from me when he began to tongue them. Drawing his fingers from my cunt he lifted me bodily.'Put your legs round me he instructed' With one hand under my arse he held me up while he opened up my cunt and guided his cock in with the other. Leaning my naked back against the cold metal wall of a building he gently lowered me onto his cock until my groin met his. Then he began to thrust in and out with urgency, his swarthy face feasting on my breasts in turn. It felt dirty and brilliant and I found I was making little gasps with every stroke of his dick.
Over his shoulder I could see that Gary had followed us into the alley and was observing with that detached glazed look he'd had in the book shop. I began to feel the beginning of the spasms which eventually lead to orgasm. The guy fucking me must have sensed this too as he began to pull my arse cheeks apart as he thrust into me, pushing his fingers into my cunt alongside his cock and probing my bum ring. As my orgasm overwhelmed me he once again began to kiss me and as I convulsed, my juices running round his cock, I was sucking his tongue into me and could feel my sphincter fluttering around his fingers. I was done, but he was not. Putting me down, he left me shaking against the wall.
Pulling over some cardboard boxes which lay near, he flattened them, then made me remove my knickers which were soaked anyway and kneel with my bum in the air. It must have been an interesting spectacle as I waited on my hands and knees, my dress round my waist in just my stockings suspenders and high heels. He then began to fuck me once again from behind alternatively leaning over to fondle my tits or holding my buttocks and pushing his thumb into my arse. Every stroke made me squeal with the impact and delight, I wouldn't come again yet but it was bliss. It was not long before he grunted 'I'm coming' and shuddered the last few strokes into me.
I contracted my cunt tightly round his dick as it spat its spunk into me. He lay over me for a moment breathing heavily.'That was fucking good' he mumbled and I felt his cock slipping out of me. He wiped the end of his dick on my bum and stood up.
I too gingerly stood up. Gary had gone. Amazingly my stockings were intact, and I slipped back into the dress, watching the guy pull up his track suit bottoms. Picking up my knickers I put them in handbag. I could feel his stuff leaking from me and running down my inner thighs as I turned to walk away. 'That guy who was watching, the one you gobbled in the street, is he your pimp or something?' my first ever punter asked.'sort of' I answered, not to sure where this was leading. 'Well if you want to do some business and you don't mind fucking Asians or blacks, I can get you plenty. Y
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