As arranged, Anna checked in first at the bland concatenation hotel, appreciating the world-weary behavior of the gum-chewing teenager on response. She always felt a little self-conscious, arriving at a hotel during the day like this, as though what she planned to do was written all over her aspect. To the girl behind the counter though, Anna was just another business customer, her smart causa belying the satin and lacing underwear beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the management the disinterested teenager had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleaners stopped laughing and scurried off to their tasks at her approach, but Anna saw no former hotel occupier, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could feel, the more loosen she would be this afternoon. Her hand shook a niggling in anticipation as she attempted to slide the key calling card into the designated slot of way 306, and she laughed impatiently at her unwiseness as she had to remove it and reinsert it the right way up. `` ejaculate on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the first meter you 've done this. ``

She placed her low suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the john, where she checked her hair and constitution and then briskly removed her crown, blouse and annulus, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial pitch-dark lace bra, pitch blackness stockings, nigrify high up dog and a tiny Joseph Black lacing thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her impertinent arse. She released her whisker from its business-like bun, running her finger through the blue blonde curls so that they framed her side and trailed down to her breasts. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the persuasion that her stage business confrere would never tell apart this wanton fauna. In her job she had to be professional and in control condition at all times, and her buttoned-up appearance and serious persona reflected that obligation. No-one who worked with Anna would ever suppose that when she booked a day off, as she did every few calendar week, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this train of thought - she only had a few transactions of readying time left, and if she did n't suffer everything just so for his arrival there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the bedroom, unsnapping the subject and rifling through it with practised repose. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicated snarl of belts on the bed build, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. following she removed a variety of implements from the shell, lining them up neatly on a low tabular array that she pulled over to be within well-off stretch of the bed. She checked the meter on the digital clock once more, and her pump started to wash as she realised he would be here any second and she was n't in position. She grabbed another lot of shoulder strap and quickly fastened a leather taking into custody around her cervix, velcroed a leather cuff onto each wrist and contorted herself so that she could fasten each one to a shoulder strap that hung down her dorsum from the leash. Thus bounds, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, head down and eyes on the floor like a adult female at orison. Not a instant too soon, either, as the key card locked clicked and he entered the room.

Although not capable to bet directly at him from her attitude on the storey, Anna felt his comportment in the way acutely. He was a physically large man ; tall, with a large-minded chest and brawny second joint and arms that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', feel midget and delicate. He invariably wore jeans and a t shirt, dirty workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened hands Anna had deduced he worked at something manual, perhaps building, although she had never asked. Their organisation worked in effect if neither of them knew details of the other 's sprightliness. They had n't even exchanged last name, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his accent mark was what Anna thought process of as"working class ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, affluent admirer as"usual ”, but she liked it, liked the divergence between him and the soft, polish boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, nada more than silly male child, whereas the individual who was in her hotel way now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoe and wind sock off but did n't dare countermand her head to see Sir Thomas More. `` expert girl, '' he said, in an unusually soft flavour `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, delight, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her nous back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the manacle on the scurvy background ? What did I tell you last-place time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to rationalise, to explain that this was as high as she could make do by herself. `` Shut up, beef, '' he snapped, pulling her hair's-breadth harder until she thought it would tear at the roots, `` I do n't want to hear your silly apology. '' Still holding her by the hair, he dragged her to her metrical foot and hauled her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her face-down onto his lap. rest suffused her as he released her tomentum, and she let out a humble groan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more punishment would follow such disobedience. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her restraints, tightening the handlock, gripping each arm in turn so tightly that she knew there would be finger marks there by this evening. He pulled her weapons system further up her back and then reattached the cuff, much higher up the strap now so that she had no chance of moving her arms or upper consistency.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a dolly, until she rested with her stomach across his broad thighs and her can presented to him. He gently stroked the curve of each buttock, trailing his fingers down between her set out thighs, brushing against the already-damp curlicue of hair there. Anna felt her nipple stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're bore today, you slight loose woman,"he laughed,"I think I should stool you hold back, then."He withdrew his hand from between her second joint, and Anna tensed, awaiting his next relocation. Just as she thought she could n't give birth the anticipation any longer, his hand struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breath to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating hind end with barely a pause between shock, each one bearable on its own but edifice in botheration and heat as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to arrest, and yet she bit her lip and held her quiet, knowing that to speak now would only prolong the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the hiding stopped, and Anna felt the shiver of agitation that she always did at this point. Her arse felt red and hot, crying of pain and humiliation still filled her eyes, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this intervention.

His digit trailed gently across her bottom, and she winced as he touched the legal tender area that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thick finger played gently with the little bow on the backbone of her underwear"I like this,"he muttered, and she smiled to herself, remembering that she 'd hoped to delight him when she 'd ordered the lace thong online. Abruptly his fingers tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her soft skin. He stretched the expensive textile taut and then pulled sharply once more, ripping the lingerie and dragging it from her, casually throwing it to the floor. Before she could react his digit were once Sir Thomas More between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her pussy more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her arse hole, a finger slid insistently into her snatch and she heard him grunt with delight."Oh, you dirty little tart, you love it, do n't you ? I feel how wet you are, how hot for me. You want my cock, do n't you, you dirty grouse ?"Anna nodded, her brass turned away in pity."Say it, kick. say me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to fuck me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you little whore, you 'll have to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to range her typeface down on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her arms tied as they were, her face pressed into the white hotel duvet and she had to turn her head sharply to forfend suffocating. He grabbed her articulatio genus and spread her wooden leg wide-cut, reaching down to obtain the restraints Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather handlock around each ankle, his bridge player lingering appreciatively at her high school heels. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her twat and arse held opened for him to see, to come to, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of framework and the sharp Burr of a zip as he divested himself of his clothing. The bed sank a slight buttocks her as he climbed onto it, and his soundbox pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her white meat from the wisplike lacing of her bra, pinching her mamilla hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breath on the sore tegument of her upper thighs. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth relocation closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilant playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his spit into her cunt, then drew back a little to lick her over and over, lifting her pelvis to dedicate him wagerer admittance to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in moments, groaning and panting in set. Before she could be swept away, his sass moved away from her pussy, but before she could moan her disappointment his tongue was back, this time licking at her bottom hole, shockingly intimate, working at the stringent hole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, little by little, until he was fucking her stern with his quarter round, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The affaire and depravity drove her over the edge and she turned her facial expression into the bed to strangle her cries as her body was racked with wave after wave of pleasance. Before the spasms had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head of the bed, where he sat with his leg apart, his stiff prick just centimetres from her human face. He lifted her by the strap at her wrists, holding her just right so that although the collar pressed against her vulnerable throat, the mass of her weight was held by her wrist. With his free hand he caught her hair into a rough pony rump and he forced her mouth against the end of his erecting."suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could to take in his impressive humanity. Restrained, she was helpless to move but he used her hair and the strap to move her, fucking her mouth with drive of his pelvic arch, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you lilliputian whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly bass thrust made her choke coil a picayune and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe front."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to learn to take what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, please, come back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not good enough, I 'm going to get to penalise you, to learn you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the mesa where Anna had placed some toys earlier, he looked over the useable items. He caught muckle of Anna watching him."Turn away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his sentence selecting her method of punishment, Anna reflected for a consequence on the sarcasm of her side. In what she thought of as her"real"life story, she was always in mastery, always the one giving the edict. Perhaps that was why she sought this out ? She mentally shrugged, enough with the amateur psychology, who cared why she did it, it just made her feel so bedamn good.

Suddenly his hand was between her branch again, this time holding her slit back talk wide open as something cold and toilsome pressed at the incoming to her cunt. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just death week. He switched it on and the oscillation began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this joy could be her punishment. She was soon proved right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding harvest licked across her bottom. As she clenched her muscles with jolt she felt the love egg being driven far inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her brawn and felt the egg being forced deep into her, until it was vibrating against her g spot and she was thrashing her cheek wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain and delight until she exploded into a violent orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her tush stinging and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able to recognize the pain. He threw the crop aside, reached between her thighs and yanked on the cord until the love egg slid from her, and then he heaved her hips up until her face was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a moment to position himself, he forced his rock music hard pecker deep inside her with one powerful thrust. Relishing the direct contrast once more of her soreness and her pleasure, Anna cried out incoherently, barely aware of what she said or even that she spoke, just lost in the feeling of his cock powering into her over and over, feeling the air pressure building inscrutable inside her as he held her hip steady so he could absorb into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only moments for her to reach the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her puss clenching around his cock as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a here and now, then began to move again, slow, shallow teasing stroke this time."You love my cock in your cunt, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how much Anna wanted him, not with her pussy juice soaking his prick and her moan filling the hotel way."Beg me for it then. Beg me to make you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, fuck me, make out in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the words tripping over each other in her eagerness and need."That 's right, you filthy girl, you want it, you can sustain it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way deep inside Anna again, over and over, hard and bass, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, amazed that her worn out, ill-used trunk could gather the energy. As the cramp overwhelmed her once more, she heard him gasp"I 'm coming !"and she felt his prick throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her climax receded she felt him pull out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp thighs. ineffective to move, she felt him get up from the bed and heard the zip of his jeans as he dressed once more. Once fully clothed, he freed her from her restraints and chuckled admiringly at his handwork, at the bruises and welts he had created on her backside. He sat down on the bed to tie his shoes, and then, while Anna still lay in a post-orgasmic daze, her trunk aching and stinging pleasantly and her cunt feeling abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the door."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his berm, his hand already on the door hold. Anna knew better than to ask him to await, so she turned her facial expression into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to neaten the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stay the Night, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and take the air out of the door, in ascendence once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the banker's bill - she always was, it was part of the quite a little, and one she thought well worth the price. She lay back on the bed, opened a whiskey from the mini-bar, and thought with atonement over another day off well-used .