"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" mouthed Tony and Vicky forced a smile his way, arms still in place. "Now take your arms away," encouraged Tony. "There's a good girl."
Grudgingly Vicky obeyed, two sets of eyes burning into her breasts, the pair mentally undressing her further. She felt cheap and slutty. "Mmmm, now come here. How about a nice little lap dance?"
Brushing aside the abject humiliation and focussing only on the bottom line, the money, Vicky moved closer, her scent wafting beneath Tony's nostrils bringing a salacious grin to his face. Straddling his lap, she gyrated as sexily as her heightened embarrassment would allow. Tony grinned as her bra-clad boobs brushed his nose, each movement causing his cock to rise a notch. Reaching out, Vicky eased the jacket off his shoulders, before fumbling with the silken sky blue tie. "That's it," he encouraged, as Matt looked on, wide-eyed.
With forced enthusiasm, Vicky thrust her crotch into his, the tie coming undone and hanging in two strands down his front. Slowly she unbuttoned the white shirt revealing a hirsute chest, flecked with grey. Grabbing each end of the tie, Vicky's hands worked it back and forth through the collar, teasing his neck and pulling his face towards her heaving bosom. "Oh yeah, that's it baby," he enthused as she wrestled off his shirt and tie. "Tie her wrists behind her back," he commanded Matt who did as he was told, eliciting a groan from Vicky as the silk tightened at the skin.
Unable to support herself, she wobbled in Tony's lap until he gripped at her waist, stroking the soft flesh and leaning back so the chair tilted against the wall. He let her gyrate, their chests and lips brushing, Vicky moaning in mock appreciation as his bulge rubbed her pussy. Finally he rocked forward once more, releasing her, the helpless girl toppling backwards on to the carpeted floor.
Matt sprang to her assistance, helping her into a chair whilst enjoy a good grope of her breasts and arse through the skirt and bra. "Okay, let's get those boots off," suggested Matt, dragging a seat before her as Tony looked on.
The younger man lifted Vicky's right foot into his lap, the boot coming off with a tug to reveal a little white cotton sock. Matt eased that off too, unveiling a tiny, cute-looking foot. He stroked the instep lovingly, causing Vicky to squirm, then did the same with the other boot and sock, handling the foot like precious porcelain. Bringing her toes to the bulge in his Armani trousers, Vicky was forced to rub, causing the bulge to inflate.
An even bigger bulge filled Tony's pinstripes, the older man moving in closer to stand above as Matt's hand moved up her calf and inner thighs, inside the hem of the skirt. Without hands to brush aside the intrusion, instinctively Vicky kicked out, catching him square in the groin. Matt cried out and immediately Tony leaned over, pulling her head back by the ponytail, prompting a yelp. "Now, don't be a silly girl Vicky," he hissed.
"Sorry," she mumbled under her breath as the clip was eased out from her hair, a spread of brunette locks tumbling down her shoulders to Tony's appreciation.
Vicky whimpered as the older man tilted to press his face roughly into hers, an eager tongue finding her lips. They parted almost unwillingly, the snake-like tongue rolling over hers, eliciting a dull moan back into his mouth. At the same time, Matt's fingers found her skirt once more, drawing it down over her hips, with a rush of cool air over the dampened front of her panties. "No," she moaned in muffled protest, unable to deal with the two-pronged assail, the chair tilting back as Tony probed her mouth and Matt prised open her legs, spread over either side.
As he sucked on her tongue, Tony reached to squeeze Vicky's bra-clad breasts, roughly working them free of the constraints of the cups. Two perfect orbs, they hung seemingly defying gravity, the nipples erect like two American Hard Gums. Tony pulled firmly at each elongated teat before moving his mouth from hers to envelop the left one. "Oh God, no..." moaned Vicky, detesting the treacherous feelings her body was imparting.
Things were about to become more intense as, down below Matt climbed to his knees and started to rub the crotch of her rapidly dampening panties with two fingers, pressing the lacy material up inside her pussy. The piston-like digits worked inside, in and out, faster, deeper, her clit responding with a gush of pleasure. Feeling heady and at their complete whim, Vicky groaned as close by a trouser zip was lowered with a swish.
As the fingerwork to her pussy intensified and the chair balanced precariously on two legs, Vicky felt a dome-like object press her cheek and lips. Taking a firm grip upon her hair, Tony angled the girl's head so that the engorged purple head fitted snugly into her heart-shaped mouth. Almost a default setting, Vicky's natural reaction was to start sucking, her tongue swirling the bulbous head, dispersing saliva. Tony moaned in appreciation, pressing in deeper. The shaft slender and smooth and as long as anything Vicky had experienced before, soon it was buried in the warm wet oral cavern. "Oh fuck yes, baby," he exhaled as the tip contacted her throat.