The Price of Desire (8 page)

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.

‘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.

‘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 of the building again, hearing a voice.

‘Take her inside,' ordered the landlord. ‘I'll have a look around and see if I can find the other one.'

Georgie pressed herself flat against the wall, trying to hide in the shadows. She held her breath, listening, expecting to be found at any moment. Heavy footsteps echoed around the concrete yard but she couldn't tell in which direction they were going. Her heart was beating a violent tattoo that she felt sure was going to give her away, but after agonising seconds a door slammed and she summoned the courage to peek around the corner.

 

Bunnie stood shivering in the middle of the cellar. It wasn't the temperature making her tremble uncontrollably; she was petrified. When both girls were spotted Bunnie had been quite unprepared, caught up in her own intense feelings with Georgie pushing up close behind her and stroking her pussy so expertly, and it had taken a critical second to pull herself back to reality and remember where she was.

Georgie had sprinted up the steps ahead of her, and as the door to the cellar burst open two strong hands grabbed Bunnie around the waist, lifting her off her feet. She had been taken inside and thrown unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor. And now she stood eyes wide with fear, her arms folded across her bare breasts trying to distinguish the figures in the shadows.

‘Well, look what the cat dragged in,' the landlord sneered, stepping forward in the flickering candlelight. His black eyes glittered as they travelled over her dishevelled appearance. ‘What were you doing creeping around the yard? Don't you know it's dangerous for girls to be wandering around on their own after dark?'

There was a snigger from a corner of the room, but it was too dingy to see who made the sound.

‘I've lost my car keys...' Bunnie started lamely, the first thing that popped into her head. What else could she say? The landlord regarded her for a moment.

‘You know what I think,' he said, smiling grimly. ‘I think you were spying on us.'

‘No, no,' Bunnie began to protest, but he took a step closer, cutting her short.

‘And do you know what else I think? I think you enjoyed it.'

She opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn't. The heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered how turned on she had become watching in secret. She could feel the wet material between her legs and her hard nipples were still throbbing from their sweet torture. She prayed her arousal would not betray her. The landlord licked his lips and she had the creepy feeling that he knew exactly what she was thinking.

‘Strip,' he ordered, and Bunnie only hesitated for a second.

 

Georgie crouched under the windowsill, breathing hard, trying to summon the courage to take another peek through the window. They must have taken Bunnie inside. She had to do something; anything could be happening to her in there. Slowly she pulled herself up, peered through the glass, her heart hammering in her chest as her worst fears were confirmed. The landlord was standing with his back to the window, but Bunnie was clearly visible, pale and looking sullen, her shirt unfastened.

Georgie stood aghast as Bunnie dropped her arms and pushed her shoulders back, letting her shirt fall to the floor. She didn't even try to cover herself, her pert breasts quivering in the candlelight, rising and falling with every anxious breath.

She watched Bunnie undo her belt, still gazing avidly at the landlord. What on earth was going on in there? What could they possibly be saying to Bunnie to make her strip naked? She definitely wasn't being physically forced to, but maybe she was being threatened. But as Bunnie struggled out of her jeans she didn't look particularly scared. Her eyes were shining and a curious smile played around her lips. She was enjoying it. The little slut was actually enjoying it!

 

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.

‘Beautiful,' he grunted, before lowering his head and taking a nipple between his teeth.

‘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.

‘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.

‘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 her entrance, nudging gently at the pink flesh, teasing her pouting sex.

Bunnie sobbed quietly; she felt empty.
Do it again
, she begged silently.
Please do it again
...

‘Please,' she whimpered out loud, delicious shame filling her as she begged him for further humiliation.

Sturdy fingers spanned her waist and he thrust so hard she thought she was going to topple off the crate, his hard shaft stretching her more than she ever thought possible. Tears sprang to her eyes as the pain merged into pleasure, but all too soon he was sliding back out leaving her empty again, her body begging for more.

 

Georgie stood paralysed, unable to believe what she was seeing. A voice in her head was screaming,
Run
!
Get help
! But where could she go? To the police? What would she say? She wasn't a hundred percent sure that Bunnie was being held against her will and she couldn't deny the warm flow now gathering in her own panties.

The sight of Bunnie's naked body was always guaranteed to make her hot, but to see her being severely fucked by that brute only heightened her arousal. She also felt a twinge of jealously. Bunnie was hers to play with and command and that filthy beast had his hands all over her. She should be the one to make Bunnie twist and squirm. She should be the one to make her squeal and beg...

Georgie's jealous anger only fuelled her arousal, and the urge for release was too strong to control. She squeezed a hand down the front of her jeans, the tight denim not allowing much room for manoeuvre, and slipped two fingers under the sodden material of her panties, slipping them inside herself. Her muscles clenched against the invading digits instinctively and a wave of warm pleasure washed over her. She wanted more, something bigger, something broader to really fill and stretch her pussy. Suddenly Georgie was jealous of Bunnie. It wasn't fair that she had that large cock thrusting deep inside her. Georgie's fingers were woefully inadequate and only increased her desire instead of satisfying it, her arousal relentless.

‘Damn it!' she cursed in a whisper. Losing her patience she tugged open the fly of her jeans and pulled them down so they were bunched around her knees. Slowly, savouring the feeling of release she peeled down her panties, leaving them halfway down her thighs, then bent her knees slightly and sank three fingers into her aching sex.

 

‘This little whore was watching us earlier,' snarled the landlord. He gripped his stiff cock, pumping it slowly, the bloated head poised yet again at Bunnie's clutching entrance.

She kept her eyes closed with her face pressed against the crate upon which she was being held. She knew they were all watching her, and they knew she was enjoying it. She felt so humiliated because they were right. Even now as she knelt helplessly exposed under the complete control of two strangers, her body began to tremble with shameful anticipation.