Just as she was getting used to things, suddenly Vicky felt herself lifted from the chair. At the same time, the helpless young woman's panties were eased down her thighs to expose an almost perfect v-shaped growth of neatly trimmed pubic hair. The cool air brushed the swollen lips that ran the length of a glistening pussy, her black bra the only stitch of clothing still in place, though it was down around her belly, those ripe young breasts unsupported.
Amid a fruitless struggle, she found herself spread across Tony's lap, his cock head, still coated with saliva, digging at her hips. "This is what happens to naughty little girls that don't pay their debts..."
The first smack caught the right buttock, causing Vicky to squeal. A volley followed, 10, maybe a dozen spanks in quick succession, all hard, all painful. Vicky's body jerked, her arse blushing a shade of purple. "Oh please, no, God no...no more..."
A pause followed, allowing the stinging to really take hold, her mouth sucking in air violently. As she wriggled to gain some semblance of comfort, once more her body was lifted. She was pushed onto the desk, legs dangling invitingly. Matt was first to make a move, his cock out and ready. Defiantly Vicky pressed her raised knees together, the protests reaching a heightened level. "God, no, please..."
Matt grinned, prising the knees apart with contemptuous ease, forcing his shoulders either side before shuffling up. With a jerk his cock head nestled at the entrance to her pussy. "No!" she screeched, trying to repel the onslaught.
Yet Matt's cock was so damned hard, added to which Vicky was already so worked up by the previous ministrations and the spankings that had left her craving more, that there really was no contest. The rock hard tool grazed the lips and split them like a knife through butter. Vicky groaned as the tip plunged deep and mercilessly into her cervix. No time for a breath, Matt worked it in and out like a jack hammer, his balls brushing the edge of the desk with each deep thrust. "Nooooooo," she wailed, head lolling back over the other side of the desk, before once more her protests were silenced with the gag that was Tony's smooth penis.
As Vicky moved her head quickly away from Tony, she clamped shut her lips in defiance, the cock denied access. Lifting his hand, Tony slapped her face, which wasn't easy for she was a moving target, her body slammed back and forth across the desk by Matt's fucking. When the lips remained shut Tony pressed her nostrils until near suffocation forced them apart. With utter disdain he slammed in that pretty mouth hard before fucking it like it were a hot little cunt. Her face numb like a stroke victim, spittle dribbled uncontrollably from each side of her mouth. Whenever she was allowed, which was rare, Vicky moaned: "No...mmpph."
Her feet wrapped around Matt's buttocks, the younger man began to slow, savouring each deep plunge into the young slut's juicy pussy. Each bulging vein, each pulsating thrust elicited a fresh muted gasp on Tony's oral implant. Holding the back of her head for support, he worked hard into her clenched throat, forcing her to gag, before suddenly withdrawing, a string of precum and spittle stretching from cock tip to lips. Reaching for his cock he grunted, one hard jerk and the orgasm ranged in with the intensity of a gale.
The first rope lassoed across her face from chin to brow as Tony bellowed and Vicky pressed her lips tightly together. However, she was unable to prevent a second wad from coating her tongue and palate as her own orgasm induced by Matt's exertions caused a cry of ecstasy and her mouth to gape open. Tony stroked another half a dozen more times, milking his balls of every last drop onto her lips. With her head rolled back over the desk, Vicky had no option but to swallow the salty seed. For good measure, Tony wiped his cum-stained helmet back and forth across her lips.
Seconds later Matt came too with a shuddering climax, wave after wave of hot cum pumping into the breathless young woman's womb.
As the men moved clear to survey the humiliated specimen, Vicky's ragdoll body went into a belated spasm, her heart pumping wildly. It was a minute before she was able to climb into a seated position, the knot around her wrists untying of its own accord. The freed hands found a Kleenex in her handbag to wipe the splatter from her face and pubic hair. "Now get your things and get the fuck out," commanded Tony.
"I want my cheque first."
Tony shook his head. "You think we'd lend a hopeless slut like you more of the company's good money. Now scoot."
"You bastards, you'll regret this."
"Yeah, yeah," chorused the two as they hustled her out of the office, still wrestling her clothes back on.