Bunny Girls by Jessica Knight

Bunny girls aren't just for Easter, they should be used all year round. Girls love playing with bunny girls too. It must be something to do with those cute ears and lovely pert tits!

This is the best part of my job, getting my uniform on. It’s a silly outfit really, who wants to see bunny girls in 2003? I have a shower, dry myself off and smear myself in this gorgeous body cream. It makes my skin all shiny and glittery, giving me a real healthy glow. I make sure I smear every curve and crevice, you never know who’s going to see me naked. Then I put on a black lacy bra and my tiny satin hot pants, that have a fluffy bunny tail attached. No knickers, there’s just no point with those bottoms. Next is a tight white blouse, hence the black bra, a nice slutty look is what I want. I have to wear a dicky bow and big bunny ears too but I don’t get those on until I get to the bar. It’s a lap dancing club but us bunnies just work the bar. We have to wear black boots too, knee high preferably with very high heels. One of the girls always wears thigh high, red pvc boots but then she is a dominatrix part time. Oh and the final touch is a garter with the playboy symbol on it.

If I’m feeling a bit naughty, I’ll put the shirt in my bag, throw a black coat over my lack of clothing and get on the bus. When it gets to my stop, I’ll hover in front of the open doors, then quickly turn round and flash the driver. It cheers me up doing stuff like that, as well as turning me on. There’s nothing unusual about me turning up to work half dressed. The parlour, as us girls call it, is a big room with lockers, showers, dressing tables and all that. It’s always full of girls in various states of undress or more often, walking around butt naked. This is my favourite part of the job, watching all those sexy lap dancers strutting around in the nude. The other week, three of them were comparing muffs. They were trying to work out who had the best looking pubic hair. Now in their job, they all must have perfectly groomed pubes. So they asked me to judge who had the best looking.

They all stood in a line in front of me. Can you imagine, three pussies just inches away from my face, believe me, my pussy started to throb at the sight. There was pussy number one, a blonde landing strip, trying to hide a pierced clit. Pussy number two was completely shaved, not my favourite thing because I know what it’s like to rub up on one of those and sometimes they can be a bit prickly. My favourite was the last candidate, who had a cute black postage stamp and a little rose tattoo on her hip. I liked hers the best ‘cause it was nice and neat and I wanted to get my tongue on it. I announced pussy number three as the winner and they all moved away laughing and joking. Buttoning up my shirt, I could feel my rock hard nipples. That muff competition had made me very horny and I really had to have a frig.

I made my way to the toilets, my hot pants getting wetter with every step. I got in an end cubicle, lent up against the wall and pulled my shorts down to my knees. I imagined the owner of pussy number three with her head between my thighs, working my clit with her tongue, her long red nails digging into my arse, as I finger fucked my cunt. I pinched my clit hard and rubbed my inner thighs, as my three digits slid in and out of my hole. What I really wanted was a good dildoing at this point, so pictured myself on all fours getting banged hard by that sexy bitch with a huge strap on. It wasn’t long until I felt that wonderful heat rise up through my pussy lips and burst up into my cunt. I bit my lip as my whole body shuddered. I love having a good wank at work, makes the night much more relaxing and makes me feel like a right dirty bitch!

A couple of weeks later I was at the club in the daytime, picking up a cheque. I was making my way through the maze of corridors up to the offices when I heard raucous laughter. I opened the door and saw two of the pole dancers trying to do some sort of dance routine and they were both dressed from head to foot in white; white wigs, white knee high boots, white bikinis and huge fluffy white parkas.

“What’s this,” I asked, “A dance for the latest Daz ad.”

“Very funny,” said the tallest one. “We’re practising this routine for the new members only area.”

“Why the parkas though?”

“Well it’s all about us getting those guys really hot….”

“I still don’t get it. Is it that pr woman’s idea?”

“Yes, how did you guess? I’ve had enough Lisa, you staying?” She said to the girl at her side.

“Yeah I’m definitely staying, I can’t get the hang of that last bit.” This Lisa turned in my direction and jiggled her tits about.

“What do you think of my new tits?”

“I think they look pretty good but it’s the feeling of them that bothers me. Can I have a feel?”

Well if you don’t ask you don’t get and I hadn’t felt a good pair in a few days! Lisa strode over and I rubbed my hands together, just to warm them up a bit. She stood in front of me, hands on hips and I placed a hand squarely on each tit, giving them both a good squeeze. Let’s see what else I can do, I thought and got my hand inside her bra top and rolled her nipple in my fingers, giving it a few soft pulls and then a hard tweak. She gasped and then giggled.

“Well they seem very real too me,” I said pulling my hands away from her chest.

She leant in towards me real close, I could smell her perfume and see she had a pierced tongue as she licked her lips.

“Do you eat pussy,” she whispered in my ear.

“Bye Lisa, I’ll see you tomorrow night,” said her friend as she squeezed passed us.

“How about you show me that dance routine and maybe then, if it turns me on enough, I’ll get my tongue up that pussy of yours”.

Lisa got the music playing and I got comfortable on an old leather sofa. She was zipped up in her parka, marching up and down to some sort of brass band tune and then it was zipped open and a huge pair of tits popped out. I bet the usual punters don’t get to the knockers that quick! The coat flew off and she was on her knees, rubbing her hands all over her boobs and into her cheeky white bottoms. She crawled forward and got her self between my knees and slowly stood up, brushing that lovely pair against my face. All that pumping and grinding right in front of my nose was making me cream my g-string; there was no doubt that the strip tease was working. Then came the ‘grind her butt in your crotch move’, I grabbed at the knotted bows on her bikini and slipped them off through her thighs. It was turning out to be a good day, I had a naked girl on my lap and my hands were all over her new tits.

“Sit on my face so I can give your rug a good munch,” I said as I tickled that lush little postage stamp of black pubes.

I lay back on the sofa and the lovely Lisa wasted no time in getting her cute cunt on my glossy lips. She smelt wonderful and her skin was tanned and smooth. I instinctively grabbed her pert arse and her hips starting pulsing back and forth on my face. I gave her lips a good lick and got my tongue in deep, flicking it in and out of her pink, wet, luscious hole. I could feel her stiff little clitoris near my nose and gave it a nibble and then a sharper bite and then another and Lisa writhed like crazy on my face. As I nibbled, I got two fingers up her cunt and pumped her hard. Her thighs tightened and her pussy flushed a bright red and I quickly got my tongue working on her clit, covering it in quick short strokes. Now some girls squirt and Lisa got her juices down my throat no problem. She screamed out her orgasm, as I hit that g spot. I love noisy girls!

As I tried to drag myself back into reality, Lisa was rummaging around in a holdall. “How about we have some fun with this,” she said, holding up a silver double-ended dildo.

Now I tried to speak, form questions like, why the hell do you carry a dildo in your bag or do you do this often and all that but my brain couldn’t get past its state of shock. So I just decided to go with it. I stripped off and got on the floor, legs spread. Lisa got that big fake penis in her mouth, lubing it up and then slowly slid it up my wanting pussy. She gave me a good fucking then slid down the other end. It was only then I noticed the rose tattoo on her hip and dug through my memory bank for where I’d see that before. Of course, it was the muff judging competition. I thought then, that there was a something rude and dirty about her. There we were, two naked girls, pumping each other with an enormous dildo and loving every minute. What a great way to spend an afternoon.