Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

It may have not been a direct phone call to anyone he asked, but her screams would work just as well. Better actually as it would summon any who would hear. Unfortunately for Missy those left in the building to hear the desperate cries, were not of the mind to help her. Like wolves drawn to a member of their pack taking down a screaming deer, Steven, Kyle and Victor were all drawn to the commotion and echoing screams of Missy as they seeped from behind the closed door and down the halls. Satisfaction and resolve mixed with an existing licentious expression on the men's faces.They wouldn't rush though, there was no need to. It was only Missy and those four men, eager to mete out punishment on the teenage tramp. Not what I had in mind, but it will do. Thank you Missy. If nothing else you have made the main event a little sooner in the making. Mark sneered as Missy hollered out in desperation. He cinched the silk tight in his hands, enough to cut off her air supply somewhat and prevent further strong vocal outbursts. Her struggling would be futile as Mark pulled at the tie and dragged her back to her knees in front of him. Once back upright somewhat, Mark wrapped the ends of the tie around one hand and used only it to keep just the right amount of pressure around Missy's throat. Enough for air to struggle down her constricted passage. Now you're getting into the spirit, Mark mockingly spoke down at Missy as she attempted to say please. His eyes flowed to the freshly exposed soft flesh of her firm teenage breasts, drinking in the partial view of many men's fantasies. A tug of the tie backwards and to the side would pull her head back and angle it just right so the bulging tent in his pants would rub against her cheek. He could have sighed at the sensation but all he showed was a dark hungry smirk. As he rolled his hips slightly to rub more against her face, Mark's free hand dipped down and tugged roughly at Missy's shirt. The remaing buttons followed suit with the first, pattering against the desk and reaching as far as the wall across from them before landing with soft, dull thuds against the floor. Just as her full rack was exposed the door would open and in would file the three other men. It wouldn't be difficult to see that they were not there to help. The bulge in each man's pants was proof of that. They didn't bother to close the door as each of them moved into the room. Kyle would be the first to speak up as he saw Missy's magnificent tits on display, Fuck are those real? They look way too perfect to be real! Came his rapid exclamation, clearly in awe of the perfect expanse of flesh in his vision. Mark snickered and reached his hand to roughly grab one of Missy's breasts. He squeezed until flesh seeped between the 'V's of his spread fingers. Oh they are real alright, he said before releasing his grip and giving the firm mound a slap. Old man Victor stepped forward and reached with both hands, his distended cock though not especially large still produced a prominent bulge that was right in Missy's line of sight. Each hand took a firm grip on a breast each and again they would be squeezed but not as roughly and in a massaging motion. Mmm, came the quiet lecherous moan while his hands roamed her ample breasts. Fuck those are nice! You like that tramp? He asked as the grip was released, only to pinch her nipples between index finger and thumb as he tugged on them.