DID1081 Pool Party
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Spoiled rich-girl Angel had the house to herself while her parents were away on vacation. She hoped to spend all her time sunbathing and swimming, but first had to wait for the new pool-boy, Lance, to get everything cleaned up and ready for use. This was a big job that took him several days. Angel was furious at having to wait so long. Reclining nearby in a revealing bikini, she constantly bitched to Lance that he was a slow and sloppy worker. Eventually she lost all patience and threatened to complain to his boss and get him sacked. A moment later she was heading inside to make the necessary phone call. For Lance it was the final straw. Suddenly overcome with rage at Angel, he went after her. He could not afford to lose his job, and he had to stop Angel from getting him in trouble. More than that, he wanted to do something humiliating and brutal to her. Something that would bring her proud ass down, and make her sorry for how she had treated him. Presently he entered the living where Angel stood with her back to the door. She was in the middle of dialing his boss' number. Fast and silent, Lance crept up and attacked her from behind. One of his arms locked tight around her chest; his free hand clamped over her mouth. Angel started in surprise, and gave a futile, muffled cry. Lance then shoved her into a chair. Holding her there, he set about some of his work props - a piece of cloth and a length of cord - to gag her mouth and bind her wrists to the armrest. Despite her fear, Angel did not give in to this easily. Again and again she squirmed and tried to strike Lance. But it was all to no avail. Lance merely became angrier and more determined. Once, leaning in close, his voice straining, he threatened to snap Angel's neck if she did not cooperate. Then, once he had successfully restrained her, he started to dish out the comeuppance he had in mind. First he removed Angel's bikini top and bottoms and took his time playing with her exposed tits and bare pussy in turn. Angel grimaced and twisted, hating every moment. When Lance removed her gag in readiness in readiness to fuck her mouth, she was no longer her defiant, strident self. With a new timidity she told Lance he could do whatever he wanted with her - so long as he did not injure her. Lance took at her word and duly made her to suck his stiff cock. Angel sobbed as she performed the dirty act. Sometimes she choked as Lance pulled on the back of her head, forcing her to take him extra deep. Next he gagged her again, parted her legs, and fucked her defenseless pussy in the sitting-missionary position. This was followed by another spell of cock-sucking in which Angel sobbed and spluttered even more than before. The rest of her ordeal was a repeated back and forth between these missionary and oral fuckings. Each time, Lance made them harsher and more intense for her. His hand gripped tight on her hips, and his cock pumped her pussy with increasing hardness. Often he added some verbal insults and mockery for good measure. Yet, for all her misery and humiliation, Angel's body betrayed signs of arousal. Her nipples stayed long and hard throughout, and she her distressed whimpers were often replaced by pleasured moans. As for Lance, he loved violating such stuck-up, bitch pussy. When he was finally ready to cum, he pulled out of Angel and blasted his every hot, creamy drop over her wincing, horrified face. Shortly after, he calmly walked away from the scene. Angel herself had no such luxury. She was still stuck in the chair, unable to move or to scream for help. Furthermore, she looked a broken, distressed mess.