Free The Price of Desire by N. K. Fox

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    The man now centre stage undid his belt, allowing his trousers to fall to the floor, his cock clearly visible, straining to get out of his greying Y-fronts. Licking his rubbery lips he pulled down his pants and fed his erection to the woman waiting in front of him. She took his entire length in a single swallow, and as her lips closed around his flesh he closed his eyes, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. His hands remained on the woman’s shoulders as he rocked rhythmically back and forth. But not for long. The short performance obviously surprised the woman as the man shuddered into his orgasm, and she began to choke on his seed. He hastily pulled up his trousers and retreated back to the shadows, leaving the woman coughing and spluttering on all fours.
    The next man to step forward was already naked from the waist down, stroking himself slowly as he approached. Georgie couldn’t believe her eyes as once again the woman, now back on her heels, obediently allowed her mouth to be penetrated.
    Georgie turned to look at Bunnie who, as yet, had not looked away from the window. She was staring transfixed at the scene, a strange but serene look on her face. She had a hand between her legs and was slowly grinding it over the rough denim of her jeans.
    Georgie reached out a hand and with nimble fingers unbuttoned Bunnie’s shirt, revealing her bare breasts, two round globes that seemed to defy gravity. She positioned herself behind Bunnie, pushing her body firmly into the other girl’s back, keeping a clear view through the window. As Georgie watched the woman on her knees sucking her third cock she worked both Bunnie’s nipples simultaneously, softly tweaking and stroking them before her own lust took over and she was pinching and twisting them. Bunnie began to moan softly but didn’t take her eyes off the window. Keeping one hand clamped tightly to Bunnie’s left nipple, Georgie slid her other hand over her friend’s exposed stomach, then lower until she reached her mound. The fabric was already damp and through the tight material Georgie could feel her fleshy lips and the deep crevice that parted them. Using her whole hand she began to massage and squeeze the wet gusset, feeling her own juices flowing in empathy.
    â€˜Harder,’ Bunnie whispered as she arched her back, pushing her bottom into Georgie’s groin. ‘Harder,’ she repeated, pleading.
    Georgie obliged, spurred on by her friend’s appeals. They could be caught at any moment, spying on the bizarre group in the cellar. The excitement building inside was threatening to overtake her but she didn’t want it to stop and couldn’t help grinding herself against Bunnie’s gorgeous bum.
    Through the window a fourth man had grown bored of waiting and was fumbling with his belt. He flopped out his hard shaft with its shiny purple head and nudged it against the woman’s already stretched lips.
    Georgie’s eyes bulged at the sight and Bunnie issued a groan of longing. It wasn’t fair; that woman had two juicy cocks to play with while the girls outside were left unsatisfied and fumbling in the dark. Georgie tightened her grip on Bunnie and felt the denim was now saturated with hot juices, and knew her friend shared her frustrations.
    The woman now had a cock in each hand, the glistening tips touching as she ran her tongue over them, stroking each shaft in synchronised movements. She pumped faster and faster until the proceedings were cut short by the intervention of the landlord.
    â€˜There’s someone out there!’ he suddenly shouted, pointing at the window, and everyone turned to look in the direction of the two mortified girls.
    They ran, Georgie in the lead. Arriving back at the car, gasping for breath, she turned to find herself alone in the empty car park. Bunnie was nowhere to be seen. Her heart hammering hard in her chest she slowly retraced her steps. She stopped at the corner