"Now shake your slutty ass, whore!" Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush hips. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. "Fuck me back, Lynda, or I'm going to make it so no one ever wants to fuck you again!"

Lynda couldn't hold back her cry of terror. She remembered the belt whipping against her gorgeous face and knew that Buck would love nothing more than to get a chance to carry out his terrible threat. It hurts horribly, but the next time Buck shoved his foot-long cock into her cunt Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

"That's it!" Buck shouted, fucking Lynda's helpless cunt even harder. "Shake your ass, you sweet whore! Clamp your scummy pussy on my big cock!"

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the violation of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too late. Every tearing slice ot Buck's massive cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

"Tell me you love it," Buck said, leaning over her sleek, sultry body and washing his tongue over her face.

"I love it!" Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed. Buck's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her lips, every poked into her ears and nostrils. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unbearable friction of Buck's huge cock on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady's mind.