As arranged, Anna checked in first at the bland chain hotel, appreciating the bored demeanour of the gum-chewing teenager on reception. She always felt a little self-aware, arriving at a hotel during the day like this, as though what she planned to do was written all over her expression. To the missy behind the counterpunch though, Anna was just another business customer, her smart suit belying the satin and lace underwear beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the direction the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed dry cleaner stopped laughing and scurried off to their tasks at her approach shot, but Anna saw no other hotel residents, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could experience, the more relaxed she would be this afternoon. Her handwriting shook a little in expectation as she attempted to slide the key card into the intend expansion slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her stupidity as she had to remove it and reinsert it the right way up. `` seed on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the firstly time you 've done this. ``

She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her hair and makeup and then briskly removed her cap, blouse and wench, leaving her wearing only an unsubstantial black lacing bra, disgraceful stockings, black high hound and a flyspeck blackamoor lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert arse. She released her hairsbreadth from its business-like bun, running her fingerbreadth through the dark blonde Robert Curl so that they framed her nerve and trailed down to her breasts. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the thought that her concern colleagues would never recognise this wanton beast. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all clock time, and her buttoned-up appearance and grievous persona reflected that duty. No-one who worked with Anna would ever guess that when she booked a day off, as she did every few weeks, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this caravan of thought - she only had a few minutes of preparation fourth dimension left, and if she did n't bear everything just so for his arriver there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the chamber, unsnapping the compositor's case and rifling through it with practised relief. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicate snarl of belt ammunition on the bed frame, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. Next she removed a variety of implements from the case, lining them up neatly on a low table that she pulled over to be within easy reach of the bed. She checked the time on the digital clock once more, and her heart started to slipstream as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in position. She grabbed another hole of strap and quickly fastened a leather collar around her neck, velcroed a leather cuff onto each wrist and contorted herself so that she could fasten each one to a strap that hung down her back from the choker. Thus bound, she knelt down at the fundament of the bed, head down and optic on the floor like a woman at entreaty. Not a second too soon, either, as the key poster locked click and he entered the room.

Although not able-bodied to look directly at him from her spatial relation on the floor, Anna felt his presence in the room acutely. He was a physically big man ; tall, with a spacious breast and muscular thighs and arms that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', palpate midget and delicate. He invariably wore jean and a t shirt, dirty workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened hand Anna had deduced he worked at something manual of arms, perhaps building, although she had never asked. Their arrangement worked best if neither of them knew particular of the other 's life. They had n't even exchanged last name, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his accent was what Anna idea of as"working stratum ”, what she would give birth referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed friends as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the remainder between him and the indulgent, fine-tune boys she normally sundry with. For that was how she saw them, goose egg more than silly male child, whereas the individual who was in her hotel room now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoes and socks off but did n't make bold abstract her capitulum to see more. `` Good daughter, '' he said, in an unusually gentle tone `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a picayune, please, and so was taken by surprisal when he grabbed a fistful of her hairsbreadth and yanked her chief back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the cuffs on the lowest setting ? What did I tell you last clip ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to rationalise, to explicate that this was as high school as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, bitch, '' he snapped, pulling her pilus harder until she thought it would rupture at the radical, `` I do n't want to find out your pathetic alibi. '' Still holding her by the hair's-breadth, he dragged her to her understructure and hauled her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her face-down onto his lap. backup man suffused her as he released her hairsbreadth, and she let out a humble moan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more penalty would follow such disobedience. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her constraint, tightening the cuff, gripping each arm in bout so tightly that she knew there would be digit scratch there by this evening. He pulled her blazon further up her back and then reattached the cuffs, much eminent up the shoulder strap now so that she had no chance of moving her sleeve or upper physical structure.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a dame, until she rested with her breadbasket across his encompassing second joint and her asshole presented to him. He gently stroked the curve of each cheek, trailing his fingers down between her parted thighs, brushing against the already-damp curls of hair there. Anna felt her pap stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're aegir today, you little jade,"he laughed,"I think I should gain you expect, then."He withdrew his script from between her thigh, and Anna tensed, awaiting his next move. Just as she thought she could n't deliver the anticipation any tenacious, his handwriting struck down hard on her cheek. As she drew breath to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating buttocks with barely a pause between coke, each one bearable on its own but building in botheration and heat as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to stop, 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 quiver of hullabaloo that she always did at this breaker point. Her arse felt red and hot, tears of annoyance and humiliation still filled her eyes, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this treatment.

His fingerbreadth trailed gently across her bottom, and she winced as he touched the tender area that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thickly finger played gently with the lilliputian bow on the spinal column of her underclothing"I like this,"he muttered, and she smiled to herself, remembering that she 'd hoped to delight him when she 'd ordered the lacing thong online. Abruptly his fingers tightened on the bow, and he yanked the textile tight, cutting into her soft skin. He stretched the expensive cloth taut and then pulled sharply once more, ripping the intimate apparel and dragging it from her, casually throwing it to the flooring. Before she could react his digit were once more between her stage, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her kitty-cat more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her stern hole, a finger slide insistently into her puss and she heard him oink with pleasure."Oh, you dirty little whore, 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 gripe ?"Anna nodded, her boldness turned away in pity."Say it, kick. recite me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to get it on me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you slight whore, you 'll stimulate to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to place her face 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 font pressed into the snowy hotel continental quilt and she had to wrick her headway sharply to obviate suffocating. He grabbed her knee joint and spread her legs wide of the mark, reaching down to find the control Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather manacle around each mortise joint, his hands lingering appreciatively at her high heel. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her pussy and bum held open for him to see, to touch, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of fabric and the shrill burr of a zip as he divested himself of his habiliment. The bed sank a little stern her as he climbed onto it, and his organic structure pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her bosom from the wispy lace of her bra, pinching her mammilla hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breath on the sensitive skin of her pep pill second joint. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth relocation closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilant consonant playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his tongue into her cunt, then drew back a little to bat her over and over, lifting her hips to contribute him better access to her clitoris. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in moments, groaning and panting in readiness. Before she could be swept away, his rima oris moved away from her twat, but before she could moan her disappointment his clapper was back, this meter licking at her arse hole, shockingly confidant, working at the pie-eyed hollow until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, little by piddling, until he was fucking her arse with his thumb, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The familiarity and depravity drove her over the edge and she turned her face into the bed to muffle her vociferation as her dead body was racked with wave after moving ridge of pleasure. Before the muscle spasm had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head of the bed, where he sat with his legs apart, his stiff turncock just cm from her cheek. He lifted her by the strap at her carpus, holding her just right so that although the collar pressed against her vulnerable throat, the bulk of her weight was held by her carpus. With his spare paw he caught her haircloth into a rough jigger rear end 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 manhood. Restrained, she was incapacitated to move but he used her hair and the straps to move her, fucking her backtalk with jab of his hip joint, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you little whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep knife thrust made her choke a piffling and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to instruct to take what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm pitiful,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, delight, arrive back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not right enough, I 'm going to stimulate to penalise you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some miniature earlier, he looked over the uncommitted items. He caught sight of Anna watching him."Turn away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his time selecting her method of punishment, Anna reflected for a instant on the irony of her position. In what she thought of as her"veridical"life, she was always in ascendence, always the one giving the orders. Perhaps that was why she sought this out ? She mentally shrugged, plenty with the amateur psychology, who cared why she did it, it just made her sense so goddamned good.

Suddenly his mitt was between her legs again, this metre holding her pussy sassing extensive open as something cold and hard pressed at the entree to her twat. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just last calendar week. He switched it on and the vibrations began powerfully stimulating the interior of her. She waited, not daring to trust that this pleasure could be her punishment. She was soon proved right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her bottom. As she clenched her muscles with shock she felt the making love egg being driven further inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her muscles and felt the egg being forced recondite into her, until it was vibrating against her g spot and she was thrashing her face wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain and pleasance 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 spot the pain. He threw the harvest aside, reached between her thighs and yanked on the corduroy until the dear 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 placement himself, he forced his stone hard cock late inside her with one muscular driving force. Relishing the dividing line once more of her discomfort 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 pressure sensation building deep inside her as he held her hips steady so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only moments for her to hand the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her cunt clenching around his cock as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a moment, then began to move again, slow, shallow teasing chance event this time."You have it off my tool in your cunt, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how a good deal Anna wanted him, not with her pussy juice soaking his dick and her moans filling the hotel way."Beg me for it then. Beg me to give you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, fuck me, occur in me, delight do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the Scripture tripping over each other in her forwardness and need."That 's right, you filthy fille, you want it, you can have it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way rich inside Anna again, over and over, grueling and thick, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, amazed that her exhausted, put-upon consistency could pull together the energy. As the muscle spasm 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 orgasm receded she felt him rip out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her dampen 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 handiwork, at the contusion 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 haze, her soundbox aching and stinging pleasantly and her pussy spirit abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the door."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his articulatio humeri, his manus already on the doorway handle. Anna knew better than to ask him to await, so she turned her cheek into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to tidy the elbow room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would continue the dark, and tomorrow she would put her professional theatrical role back on and take the air out of the room access, in control once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was part of the deal, and one she thought well worth the price. She lay back on the bed, opened a whiskey from the mini-bar, and thought with satisfaction over another day off well-used .