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Written: 16 May 2019
Already seen Public Sex p2, click here to read Part 1
Public Sex part 2
After dinner John went into a chat room on his laptop, I sat at his side as he opened a room called NorthamptonshirePuppyWalkers. One of the men in the chat room recognised John's handle and jumped in to talk to him. I was used to conversation openers and thought nothing to the other man's opening comment, 'How are things going John?' I have to say that I was more surprised by John's response, 'Everything is going great thanks Pete. I told you this morning that Vicky went out for a walk and watched Angela Whitefield playing yesterday, didn't I?' 'You did mate!' 'And that she blew her top at the guy in the car park when he approached her!' 'Yes, I thought that he probably mistook your wife for Angela and was hoping for a little fun with her.' 'Well, you won't believe it but the guy came back today, he spotted Vicky in the village and stopped to apologise to her properly, he hung around with her until she was finished her lesson and they had lunch together, I told her that if she liked him that she should invite him to our house and see what happened.' 'Did she?' 'Yes...to both questions!' 'Hey, by the way, I've found a part two to that husband and wife rape-play video if you're interested...mind you, it had a surprising outcome!' John looked over at me, "Would you like to watch another video of that guy with his wife that likes to dress up as a school girl?" I smiled at him and nodded my head. 'Vicky says that she'd love to watch the husband and wife play together again.' 'Well, like I said, it has a surprising ending, the role-play didn't go to plan and she didn't end up being raped by her husband in the second part...hey, ask Vicky if she likes the video, will she come back after watching it and give me a flash of her boobs...let me see if they're as good as you say they are!' 'I'll ask her after she's watched it...will you still be here?' 'No but I'll answer a skype call...see you later!' John got an email, the name on the email wasn't the same but I guessed it was the same guy. The video started with the wife standing outside the gates of the same school as she used at the start of the previous video, she was checking her wrist watch and smiling for the camera. She suddenly set off walking along the pathway to the school, she was almost at the school doors when there was the sound of a bell and kids started flooding out of the building, the way they had done in the previous video. The wife closed in on a group of girls but before she could strike up a conversation with the girls, two boys came from each side and grabbed her arms. The camera suddenly went shaky and the camera man zoomed in on one of the boy's hands, there was a sheath knife in his hand, showing it to the wife and he was obviously threatening her. There was a sudden voice over the film, it sounded concerned and agitated. The camera zoomed out slightly to capture the wife's face, she didn't look worried at all, she looked straight into the camera's lens and shook her head.
The camera followed the wife and two boys down the path from school, at the school gate, instead of turning left, the way the wife had walked the day before, the boys forced her to the right. There was a sudden panicked movement, the camera fought to follow the wife as the driver of the van fought to turn it around, it wasn't anything like as smooth an operation as the previous film, you could hear a conversation in Russian, the boys sounded really young, the wife obviously had some form of communications device, an earphone in her ear, it must have been like an hearing aid. The conversation turned very crackly and broken until the van caught up with the trio again and the conversation came through more clearly again. The boys pulled the wife down a footpath between the school and a wheat field, the camera followed them at a safe distance but kept filming all the way. They didn't walk far, they pushed her off the path, stripped her naked and the two boys took turns to rape her and they weren't playacting either, the rape was quite violent and lasted a long time. Eventually the boys ran off, leaving the wife naked and bleeding in the field. As soon as the coast was clear the husband ran to his wife and started mopping at her wounds with a handkerchief, she burst out laughing and pointed to his face, I got the feeling that she was saying, "Just look at your face...it's a picture!" but in Russian. Just to prove that she was okay after her real rape, she fucked her husband for the camera. John looked from the screen to me, "What did you think to that? Did you like it?" I pushed John to one side and I raped him, just to show how turned on the film had made me. After I finally climbed off of John's cock, he laughed and said, "I'll take that as a yes then!" I went off to the bathroom to dry myself off and use the toilet and by the time I got back, John had poured us both a glass of wine and he was watching the rape scene again on his computer. I took a big swallow from my glass of wine. We were both still naked and it was just turning dusk outside. John pushed me to finish my glass of wine quickly and then asked if I'd go with him for a walk. He talked me into just wearing a short summer dress with nothing under it, the dress he wanted me to wear had buttons all the way down the front. He didn't put underpants on, just shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't fully dark when we reached the country park, I expected John to guide me to the railway cutting but instead we stopped just out of sight of the village. "There's no one about, would you be willing to flash your tits to my boss for that video he found for us?" "Your boss, you mean that Don Stuart, your line manager has been sending you sex links?" John shook his head, "No, not Don, Allan Cunnington!" Alan Cunnington was the owner of the company that John worked for, he was at least sixty years old and to look at him, you wouldn't think butter would melt in his mouth. "What, at home?" "No, I think that Alan would love to see you out here in the park flashing your tits for him." I looked all around as I pondered my options, there wasn't anyone in sight and we were probably the only two people on this half of the park. The car park at Holt Road often had courting couples visit it in the dark and they sometimes went into the park but that was a half a mile away. "Okay, I'll do it here, but make it quick!" "I'd prefer to take our time, I want to call him up and have you unbutton your dress for Alan as we walk along." So, that was my first real step for me towards public sex, just flashing but...
John had his phone screen pointing at me as we walked along, the skype program was making dialling tones and suddenly Alan's face popped onto the screen. "Hi Vicky...I can call you Vicky I hope?" I nodded my head. "So, I take it that you liked the rape video?" "Yes...like you said, the outcome was a bit of a shock but I still enjoyed it." "So, are you going to give me a quick flash...looks like you're in the country park just outside your village?" I nodded my head and unbuttoned the top button of my dress, John was walking backwards and I was following him, I saw Alan smile, I could only just make out that John was holding his camera so that Alan could see from the top of my head to my knees, I took another two steps and unfastened another button. I took a deep breath, I was about to pull the front of my dress open to flash my tits but Alan made a hand signal for me to go on, I could have easily flashed my breasts with just the two buttons unfastened but I took John's 'Carry on' signal to mean he wanted me to unfasten the third button so I did. John smiled at me and Alan's grin widened as well. I took two more steps and John gave me the 'Carry on' signal again. I looked all around to make sure that no one was in sight still. John was waving his free hand frantically for me to 'Carry on' opening buttons down the front of my dress as I walked along. I opened the final button and swept the front of my dress behind my body with my forearms, linking my hands behind my back as I walked along. I'd expected to flash just my tits at Alan Cunnington but in the end I flashed my whole body at him. John propped his phone against a tree and pulled me down onto the grass, he fucked me with his boss watching us, I was surprised that I was even more turned on fucking for John's boss than I'd been the day before fucking while John watched me. It wasn't a long fuck, I encouraged John to finish quickly, just in case someone happened to still be out on our part of the park at that time of the day. I said goodbye to Alan as I buttoned the front of my dress back up. John closed the skype connection down and we walked back towards the village, John checked his watch, "We've just got time for a drink in the pub if you fancy one!" I nodded my head and we deviated from our route home to go via the village pub. I sat on the same seat in the pub that I'd sat on yesterday with Adam, John bought me a vodka and tonic and himself a pint. Mark Whitefield was in again playing pool. John noticed me pushing the front of my dress down between my legs when Mark took a shot while looking in my direction. John whispered, "Mark looks a little disappointed that you cut off his view!" I, in turn, whispered, "You want me to flash my pussy at Mark Whitefield then do you?" John grinned at me, "Well, couldn't hurt...could it?" No one was looking in my direction now so I straightened my dress. John looked over his shoulder, "Just part your knees a little wider!" Again, I followed John's instruction and opened my legs a little wider. I crossed my ankles so that my knees were quite wide apart but still looked innocent.
Mark took two shots with his back to me and a third shot facing me, Mark was actually quite a good pool player, he did after all spend most of his time in the pub playing pool or darts. He made three lining up movements with the cue before he noticed my parted knees. I was pretending to be focussing all of my attention on John but I spotted the second that Mark realised that he could see beaver and that was the moment that he took his shot, the white ball left the table and hit the floor just behind John. I feigned surprise and closed my knees again to block Mark's view. John picked the ball up and took it over to Mark, "Careful old man, you could have some body's eye out with a shot like that!" The ball was replaced back on the table and Mark had to give his opponent two shots because of his foul. While Mark's opponent was walking around to see how he could make the best use of his free shot, Mark headed for the back door from the bar, out into the pub's yard. It was a small enclosed quadrangle, the pub on the front, a store room across the back, the right hand side was enclosed by a multi-purposes function room that was used for parties and the left hand side was closed in by the toilet block...so the toilets were basically outside, if it were raining, you'd get wet heading for the loo. John laughed, "I think Mark's going off to the toilet to masturbate after seeing your pussy!" "Don't be silly, he wouldn't do it in the pub toilet!" "Bet you he is!" "What's the bet?" "If he isn't, I'll wash the pots for a month, if he is, you have to go in and help him out!" "Well, I can't really pass up the chance to get the pots washed for a month now...can I?" I climbed out of my seat and walked out into the yard, it was actually quite obvious from ten feet away that Mark was wanking himself in the toilet, I thought to myself...'damned it, looks like I'm going to be washing the pots all month'. The outside door of the men's toilet block was open but I knocked on it, "Mark, are you okay in there?" Mark stopped dead in his tracks and stammered, "I'm okay thanks!" I stepped into the main part of the men's toilet, it had a trough in the floor with a porcelain wall for the men to stand against and pee in a row, there were also two sit down stalls and I had expected Mark to be in one of the stalls for privacy...but I was wrong, he was standing in the main part of the toilet and standing in front of the porcelain wall. I was surprised to see the size of his erection, I couldn't understand why Angela was looking for sex outside marriage when her husband had such a monster cock like that...Adam must have been right about Angela looking for a man to make her pregnant. "Do you need a hand with that Mark?" The shocked look on his face dropped away and he grinned at me before nodding his head enthusiastically. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, I let him play with my tits, I even let him unbutton the top of my dress and fondle them out in the open but I stopped him fucking me. I got him off in ten minutes, his jizz barely wet my hand, it was conspicuous by it's absence, he made a lot of noise about climaxing, his muscles went into powerful spasms but there was almost no spunk at all. I rinsed my hands in the basin and then buttoned my dress back up and returned to my husband. John said, "Well?" "Looks like I have to wash the pots myself...and I had to wank Mark off as well!" "I'll tell you what, because you did that, I'll wash the pots every day for a week...okay?"
"That sounds like a better deal to me!" It was properly dark when we got home, instead of going in through the front door like usual, John pulled me around the back of the house instead. I wasn't at all surprised that John wanted to fuck me again, this time out in the back garden and both of us totally naked. In the past month we'd had more sex than in our lives together so far and today, I'd had more sex than in any one year so far, including our honeymoon year...mind you, the sex wasn't all with John!" John left for work before I woke up, I didn't have any appointments on Wednesday so I could rest and get over my day of sexual Olympics. I'd heard John starting the car as he left, the noise of his big engine woke me so I just turned over and tried to get back to sleep but before I could there was a knock at the front door. I pulled my dressing gown on over my naked body and ran down to the front door. I opened the door, careful to hold my dressing gown closed. "Hello, can I help you?" The man standing on the front door step was in his late forties, he was over weight and balding and carrying a suitcase. "Hello Victoria, I'm Tom, a friend of Adam's!" Tom reached out with his free hand and kind of half slapped and half pushed my shoulder, pushing me further into the hallway, following me into the house. I tried to hit the burglar alarm's panic button but missed, instead of setting off a one hundred and twenty decibel siren mounted on the outside wall of the house, I hit the set alarm button instead. Tom pushed me onto the floor of the hall and set about stripping me naked, I looked up at the CCTV camera on the wall pointing at the front door, the red light was flashing, telling me that it was recording, it would have called John, I heard the faint sound of my mobile phone ringing in my handbag in the living room, telling me that we had intruders in the house. Tom started fucking me, I'd say raping me but I wasn't fighting him off, all the sex that I'd seen and read about during the past month had desensitised me to the act and a stranger, forcing me into my house, and fucking me without my explicit consent didn't particularly worry me...the rape I'd seen yesterday, the boys that raped the wife used a knife to threaten her into complying with their demands for sex. His cock was in my cunt when I came to my senses, "You're not going to hurt me are you?" "Only if you put up a fight, I'm here for fun, not for trouble." The house phone rang. Tom said, "Ignore it." "I can't ignore it, my husband's the only one who would phone me at this time of the day on the house phone, he left me in bed just ten minutes ago..." "I know, I watched him drive off!" "...so he knows that I'm in the house still, if I don't answer him, he's likely to come straight home!" "Okay, put it on speaker phone so I can hear!" I answered the house phone, I was totally naked and Tom had his trousers around his ankles. "Hi baby, sorry to wake you but I've forgotten my lap top and I'm going to need it at work, any chance of you catching the bus into town with it and popping it into my office for me, I'd come home and fetch it but I have a breakfast meeting that I can't get out of...If I say pretty please and take you out in town for your lunch!"
"Okay, what time do you need it by?" "Are you okay darling, you don't sound right!" "You just woke me up, I'm still sleepy. What time do you need your laptop by?" There was a pause before he said, "Twelve o'clock at the latest please darling!" "Okay, I'll see you then." I closed the call, looked at Tom and said, I need to leave by eleven o'clock. If you want to fuck me, let's go up to the bedroom!" Tom dragged me up to bed and fucked me with quite a lot of violence and little respect; he was just venting his sperm into me. Tom fucked me hard until ten o'clock and then left me to have a bath and get ready to catch the bus. I'm glad that Tom didn't want to fuck me for longer and take me into town himself because I knew that John already had his laptop with him in his briefcase. As soon as I closed the door I phoned John, "Hi darling, did you get the chance to see any of that?" "Yes, I didn't really have a meeting, I rang you in case you needed me to come and rescue you." "No, he was hard on me but nothing I couldn't handle!" "I hope you don't mind but I let Alan Cunnington sit in my office and watch with me." "God, what did he say?" "He loved it...he actually sat there and wanked while that guy was knocking you around. Alan loves rape play...I think he loves real rape too." "How can he wank in your office, it has that big window out into the main office!" "John chuckled, "My old office, since I've been talking to Alan about sex and telling him what we've been doing, I've got a far better office now, a lot more privacy and my own PA to keep people away from my door." "What did Don Stuart say about that?" "Doesn't matter really, I'm in a different department now...I'm on a level footing with Don!" "So, do I still get a free lunch out of you?" "You certainly do, I can come over and pick you up, Alan told me to put our lunch on company expenses because you entertained him last night and again today. I'll come over and pick you up at eleven thirty. Can you dress the way that you did last night please?" "You mean when we went over the park or after we got home?" I heard John chuckle again, "I'd love to take you out to lunch in the nude but...let's be realistic, just a summer dress with nothing under it please!" I said my goodbyes and went and had a hot bath for an hour, I didn't have another button fronted summer dress, so I just found a short dress with a low cut front. John pulled onto the drive just as I finished doing my hair and makeup.
I got a wolf whistle from my husband as I opened the front door. We went to a very posh restaurant in Northampton, it was the kind of place that couples went to for a special dinner but in the day time, it was basically a gentleman's lunch club. All of the people eating were businessmen bringing their customers out for a big lunch to oil the wheels of business deals. We were given a very conspicuous table right in the middle of the room, so I felt very much on display as the only woman in a sea of businessmen. "Out of all the men in here, who would you like to go to bed with?" "You." "Well, that's a given but out of the other men in here who would you want to have sex with if you could choose any one of them." I looked around the room and then back at John, "I don't see anyone who would stand out as a winner...actually, I couldn't separate one person out of the bunch of them, they all look like clones." John was fiddling with his phone and said, "I don't know how you can say that..." he turned his phone screen towards me, "...what about these four?" John had used the front camera on his phone to zoom in on a table with four African men sitting at it and took their photograph. "The big guy with the Eton tie seems to be looking at you rather a lot." I looked past John, this time I focused in on the African man wearing the Eton School tie, he was actually making eye contact with me and when he realised that I was actually looking at him he smiled at me. John had refocused his camera back onto the group of four and when the Old Etonian smiled at me, "Smile back at him!" I smiled and then looked away, back to John. "How would you like to have sex with a big bugger like him?" "Do you think that it's true that African men have big cocks?" John laughed, "Sadly not...the big cock thing is a reputation from the Caribbean men because the slave masters of old used to mate their biggest men with their female slaves to grow bigger slaves from the next generation. It all came about because of genetic engineering before anyone knew what genetic engineering was. If that guy is African, he's likely to have an average sized cock." "Oh, disappointing!" "He's still looking at you...why don't you pop off to the toilet, see if he follows you!" "He's not going to follow me into the ladies toilet!" "He might, you're the only woman in the restaurant, no one is going to catch him if he does!" "Are you serious?" John nodded his head. "If the waiter comes, order me the Game Pie please."
I pushed my seat back and hauled myself out of the chair. I had to walk past the group of African men on my way to the toilet. We exchanged smiles again as I walked close to him. I went to the toilet, I mean, I actually did take a pee but all the time I was listening for the door opening and closing but it didn't happen, I was right...he wouldn't have followed me into the ladies toilet. I washed my hands and headed back to John. The big African was actually standing outside the toilet door waiting for me out of sight of the people eating in the restaurant. He grabbed my hand and said, "How much will it cost me for you to dump the old man you're with and come to my room and play with me and my friends for the afternoon?" I was about to attack him, he'd all but called me a whore but then I remembered my over reaction to Adam two days earlier so I calmed myself down and took a deep breath, "I'm not a prostitute...I'm having lunch with my husband!" He smiled at me, he didn't seem to believe me until I opened my handbag and showed him a photograph of me and John together at a formal dinner. "It's a real pity that you're with your husband...my friends are over here from Nigeria for a few days, they've never had a chance to fuck a white woman." I was pulling away from him so that I could go back to John but he stopped me, "What business is your husband in?" "His company sells plastic making machinery and plastic consumables like pellets for injection moulding machines and sheets of plastic for vacuum forming machines...why?" "Information is like currency and a man can buy anything with the right currency!" I pulled against his grip again but he was massively powerful and I didn't stand a chance. "What is your husband's name?" "John Clark." "And the company name?" "Bannaventa Industrial Plastics." "Thank you...and your name my dear?" "Vicky...my name is Victoria!" He let my hand go and stood for a long moment formulating some kind of plan as I walked back to John. "Well...did he follow you into the toilet?" "No, he waited for me outside the toilet!" "Pity." "He asked me how much it would cost him for me to dump you and spend the afternoon with the four of them in their hotel room!" John jumped slightly and then looked down at his lap..."Oh boy, that made me jump, just imagining you pulling four black men at the same time!" I looked over the table, John's cock had jumped to attention in his trousers. I looked from John's cock to the table full of Africans, they were all deep in conversation and each of them looked in my direction in turn as they were checking things out on their mobile phones.
I watched as the youngest and slimmest of the four men stood up and walked over to our table, he cleared his throat to get John's attention, "Forgive me for interrupting your lunch sir but my Employer, Geoffrey Jideofor Kwusike Onyeama, Nigerian Minister of Foreign Affairs, was wondering if you were Mister John Clarke of Bannaventa Industrial Plastics?" John was surprised that the Africans knew his name but he stood up to shake the man's hand and said, "I am!" "My employer has been trying to get an appointment to see your Mister Alan Cunnington but is afraid that your Special Branch of the Police are blocking him." "Really, what does he want to see Alan for?" "My employer respectfully invites you and your wife to join us at our table...kindly allow him to buy your lunch in payment for a few minutes of your time!" John looked at me and smiled, "Would you please thank your employer for me, we'd be delighted to join you!" The man left us and John said, "Well, you must have told him a few things about us." "He asked me for your name and where you worked...that's all!" John took my elbow and guided me over to the African's table the African with the Eton tie stood up and welcomed us, the man who had invited us over had been sitting to his left but now he vacated that seat so that I could sit next to his boss. The man sitting opposite the Old Etonian stood up and gave his seat to John. A waiter was called over to set two extra seats at the table, crushing us all quite tightly together. "My name is Geoffrey but when I was in your Eton School, I was given the nickname of Sonny...as in Sonny Liston...not because I was good at boxing but because my initials are GJKO..KO...knock out. The year I joined the school, Sonny Liston knocked Floyd Patterson out. So please feel free to call me Sonny." There was a lot of small talk over soup and while we were waiting for our main course, John said, "So...Sonny, your friend tells me that you've been trying to talk to my boss but can't seem to get through!" Sonny gestured with his head towards the corner of the restaurant, "Isaac isn't my friend, he's my body guard. The two gentlemen in the corner are Special Branch Officers who are watching my delegation as we try to make business ties in Britain. They are trying to guide us towards companies that your government want us to meet...rather than the best fit for our needs." I looked in the direction that Sonny had nodded his head, the two men in the corner table had short haircuts and wore grey suits in a sea of navy, their suits looked ill-fitting, more Primark than Saville Row. Sonny whispered, "We can't talk too much about business here John, even our own mobile phones have been turned into bugs for your government to listen in on our every conversation." John looked from Sonny to each of the other three men before returning to Sonny's face, "But I thought that you invited us over to talk to me about business!" Sonny laughed, "The meal is in payment for a few minutes of your time but in our hotel room where we can ensure privacy...rather than in this restaurant!" The rest of the meal was spent eating and making friendly conversation, I received compliments from all four Africans throughout the meal. There was lots of flirting and inappropriate suggestions towards me. They were definitely trying to get John drunk during the meal, pushing alcohol on him throughout the meal. Sonny paid the bill for the meal, he also paid for the meal that the Special Branch officers had eaten as well. The six of us walked to Northampton's best hotel, John was a little unsteady on his feet and had to be helped by Isaac a few times. We went up to Sonny's suite, the door said, 'Presidential Suite' and it really was of presidential proportions. There was a large sitting room, a small kitchenette and bathroom and two bedrooms. They also had two other bedrooms on the same floor. The sitting room had two massive sofas facing each other over a solid oak coffee table, John was helped to sit on the sofa with its back to the hall and even though it had been thirty minutes since he had stopped drinking, he seemed to be getting more drunk and unfocussed. I was invited to sit opposite John on the other sofa
Sonny made a playact of trying to negotiate some kind of a deal with John but he just sat there with a stupid grin on his face, his eyes seemingly unfocused in my direction. I'd seen John drink far more alcohol with far less effect on him so I had to assume that he'd been slipped some kind of a drug in his drink. I suppose that I should have been glad that they hadn't drugged me as well. Sonny sat at my side, "It looks like your husband won't be able to take part in our negotiations...would you be willing to negotiate on his behalf?" "What would I have to do?" "Well, if you offer your body to me in private, I'll place an order with your husband for a million pounds worth of machines and equipment, if you'll give yourself to me in front of everyone in this room, I'll place an order for two million pounds worth of machinate. If you allow all four of us to fuck you, one at a time in private, I'll place an order with your husband for two million pounds and if you let us all have free access to you in this room...to do with as we wish...I'll place an order for five million pounds worth of machinery." I didn't believe what he was saying but then I saw John wink at me...he wasn't quite as out of his head as he was making out, he actually winked five times, I took that to mean he wanted me to go for the full five million pound deal. John had after all been training me for a month to get me ready to have sex in public with strangers out at the Holt Railway cutting...at least Sonny had bought us both a nice meal first...and John would get a massive fifty thousand pounds in commission if he landed a five million pound deal... 5,816 Words. Already seen Public Sex p2, click here to read Part 1
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