Call Girl In Over Her Head

Description:

Sexy call girl Angele shows up to the apartment and knocks on the door. A man answers and invites her in. 'You must be the girl I called,' he says, taking a moment to admire her sexy outfit. The hot pink spandex catsuit is covered in black fishnet, topped off with a cute satin skirt. He can't help but feel excitement growing as he ogles her body.

He reaches out and runs his hand over the silky material, causing Angele to let out a small moan. Emboldened, he bends her at the waist and pushes her forward onto the piano, pulling up her skirt in the process. 'Oh my,' he chuckles, admiring the view of her ass.

Quick as a flash, he pulls a length of rope from his back pocket and ties Angele's wrists behind her securely. 'What are you doing?! You can't tie me up!' she protests. But he just hoists her back up to her feet, quickly clamping his hand over her mouth. With his free hand, he fishes a sock out of his pocket and shoves it into her mouth, then secures it in place with some tape. 'There we go,' he laughs. 'Much better.'

Angele struggling and growling around the gag in her mouth, he roughly pulls her satin panties off and drapes them over her face, adding to her humiliation. Then he shoves her back down onto the piano, this time pushing her all the way on top of it. With expert precision, he bends her legs behind her and hogties her in place, the rope digging into her soft flesh.

Now that Angele is immobilized and utterly helpless, he takes his time groping and exploring her silky curves. His hands roam over her body, pausing to cup and squeeze her breasts through the thin spandex. 'Oh, you've got a little surprise there for me?' he giggles, feeling the growing bulge at the front of her catsuit. 'Mmm, I think you like this, don't you?'

Struggling against the ropes, Angele can't deny the excitement building inside her. She'd always been secretly curious about bondage, but never had the chance to try it before. Being tied up and at this man's mercy was definitely not how she had intended to lose her bondage virginity. But as much as she hated to admit it, the helplessness and rough treatment was turning her on big time.

He leans down next to Angele's ear and whispers, 'If you want to be a good girl for me, I'll untie you and let you up.' Angele nods cautiously, wanting to be free of the tight ropes. He unties her feet and removes her gag, but leaves her arms bound behind her back. Then he ties a lead rope around her neck like a leash, pulling her down onto her knees on the rug.

Standing in front of her, he exposes his hard cock at face level. 'You know what I want,' he demands. Angele looks up at him with wide eyes, then takes his thick shaft into her mouth. As she begins to suck him, she can feel her own cock stiffening and straining underneath her against the confines of her catsuit. Being a slave and submitting to a man's desires was one of her deepest, darkest fantasies. And now, despite the unexpected circumstances, she was finally getting to act it out.

Angele bobs her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. Drool runs down her chin as she slurps and gags around his girth. Her cock throbs almost painfully, aching to be touched and freed from its spandex prison. But she knows that will only happen if she's a very good girl and does exactly as she's told. So she doubles her efforts, sucking him harder and hollowing her cheeks. She wants nothing more than to make him cum, to feel his hot load flooding her mouth and throat. Even more, she wants to be his obedient little sex slave, to submit to his every depraved whim and desire. And as she kneels there on the floor, the leash around her neck and her cock hard in her catsuit, Angele knows that this is just the beginning of her descent into a dark world of sexual servitude and bliss.