Free The Price of Desire by N. K. Fox Page B

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    Bunnie stood in just her tight white panties. It gave her such a thrill to see the way the landlord was staring at her, his piggy eyes sparkling greedily, his face red and blotchy, his mouth slightly sagging. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she should refuse his gruff order. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled the damp fabric down, exposing her cleanly-shaven mound, her pink lips glistening traitorously.
    Her panties were still around her thighs as the landlord advanced on her. Cupping one of Bunnie’s soft pale breasts in each hand he pulled at her erect nipples, roughly tweaking and pinching them between his course fingers, sending bolts of pain running the length of her body. He smiled at her obvious discomfort as she squirmed and gasped at his touch.
    â€˜Beautiful,’ he grunted, before lowering his head and taking a nipple between his teeth.
    â€˜Ohhh,’ Bunnie gasped as he began to suck deeply on her delicate teat. She threw her head back as the rough treatment sent her head reeling, her body responding to her public abuse at this disgusting brute’s hands.
    He had both breasts in a vicelike grip and moved his mouth inexpertly between the two until her nipples were raw, then he stopped abruptly.
    â€˜Patrick,’ he growled, shock causing Bunnie to jump, her breasts bouncing in sympathy.
    There was movement in the corner behind her and one of the men she had seen earlier in the evening moved into view carrying a large wooden crate. He set it down next to her, he too leering at the shapely contours of her naked body.
    â€˜Kneel down,’ the landlord ordered, and Bunnie dropped to her knees obediently, the simple instruction setting her pulse racing. Only minutes earlier she’d been watching the pretty blonde in exactly the same position. Was the same fate in store for her? She fleetingly wondered what had happened to her predecessor. She must have been spirited away when they realised they were being spied upon.
    Bunnie kept her head bowed, her eyes fixed firmly on the grimy floor. She was embarrassed by her own nudity, but worse, she was ashamed by her own eagerness in her complicity. Confusion and arousal fought for control of her body. She could demand to be allowed to leave immediately, or face whatever degradation these men inflicted upon her. She felt her resolve melting as she thought of the audience waiting to take their turn in her mouth, and licked her lips in shameful anticipation.
    At an unseen signal from the landlord Patrick kicked the crate in front of her. ‘Hold her down,’ came the landlord’s voice above her. ‘We don’t want this one to get away.’
    Patrick pushed her over the box, his strong grip securely pinning her arms to her sides. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was now kneeling with her torso flat atop the wooden crate, the rough surface painful against her soft flesh, her bottom exposed for the whole room to see. Her heart was beating wildly; they hadn’t done this to the other woman. Sucking a cock or two was one thing, but she wasn’t expecting this and the sudden rush of fear and arousal caused warm juices to trickle down her thighs. She actually wanted to feel the landlord’s strong hands on her again, to prise her open and insert those course fingers deep inside her aching pussy.
    Her face burned with shame as she voluntarily parted her legs, lifting her buttocks, offering herself. She knew the landlord was standing right behind her, staring down at her silently begging to be penetrated.
    Patrick tightened his hold as the landlord knelt between her feet and gripped her flanks, and in one swift movement his erect cock impaled her. Bunnie cried out as his rigid pole filled her completely, the air suddenly vanished from her lungs and her body clenched against the invasion. Slowly the landlord pulled back until the bulbous head was poised just at