As arranged, Anna checked in starting time at the bland range of mountains hotel, appreciating the bored demeanour of the gum-chewing adolescent on receipt. 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 typeface. To the girl behind the counter though, Anna was just another business customer, her smart case belying the satin and lace underclothes beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the direction the disinterested adolescent had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleaner stopped laughing and scurried off to their tasks at her approach, but Anna saw no other hotel occupier, which also pleased her. The more anon. she could feel, the to a greater extent unbend she would be this afternoon. Her manus shook a little in anticipation as she attempted to slue the key plug-in into the intend slot of way 306, and she laughed impatiently at her foolishness as she had to remove it and reinsert it the the right way way up. `` ejaculate on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the initiative sentence you 've done this. ``

She placed her pocket-size suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her fuzz and makeup and then briskly removed her crown, blouse and doll, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lace bra, Shirley Temple Black stockings, black high heels and a tiny black lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert arsehole. She released her tomentum from its business-like bun, running her fingerbreadth through the dismal blonde ringlet so that they framed her face and trailed down to her chest. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the thought process that her business confrere would never recognise this wanton creature. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all times, and her buttoned-up appearance and serious character reflected that duty. No-one who worked with Anna would ever judge 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 train of idea - she only had a few moment of preparation time left, and if she did n't stimulate everything just so for his arrival there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the bedroom, unsnapping the case and rifling through it with practised ease. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicated snarl of belts 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 clip on the digital clock once more, and her heart started to wash as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in position. She grabbed another mess of shoulder strap and quickly fastened a leather collar around her neck opening, velcroed a leather turnup onto each wrist and contorted herself so that she could fasten each one to a strap that hung down her vertebral column from the catch. Thus bound, she knelt down at the human foot of the bed, head down and middle on the base like a charwoman at petition. Not a moment too soon, either, as the key card locked clicked and he entered the room.

Although not able to look directly at him from her position on the floor, Anna felt his presence in the room acutely. He was a physically large man ; tall, with a broad chest and muscular second joint and limb that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', feel lilliputian and delicate. He invariably wore jeans and a t shirt, ill-gotten workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened paw Anna had deduced he worked at something manual, perhaps building, although she had never asked. Their system worked best if neither of them knew detail of the other 's life. They had n't even exchanged surnames, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his stress was what Anna thought of as"working form ”, what she would stimulate referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed friends as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the conflict between him and the indulgent, polished boys she normally immix with. For that was how she saw them, nothing more than 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 brake shoe and air-sleeve off but did n't dare rise her head to see to a greater extent. `` skilful girl, '' he said, in an unusually soft smell `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, proud of, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, `` But hold, what 's this ? You have the cuffs on the lowest setting ? What did I tell you last time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to excuse that this was as richly as she could carry off by herself. `` Shut up, bitch, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would tear at the beginning, `` I do n't need to pick up your pathetic excuses. '' Still holding her by the hair, he dragged her to her feet and hauled her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her face-down onto his lap. succor suffused her as he released her hair, and she let out a small moan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more penalisation would follow such noncompliance. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her restraints, tightening the cuffs, gripping each arm in turn so tightly that she knew there would be finger stain there by this evening. He pulled her sleeve further up her back and then reattached the manacle, much higher up the strap now so that she had no chance of moving her arms or upper soundbox.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a doll, until she rested with her stomach across his broad thighs and her arse presented to him. He gently stroked the curve of each buttock, trailing his finger down between her start second joint, brushing against the already-damp Curl of hair there. Anna felt her mammilla stiffen and she writhed against his paw involuntarily."Oh, you 're eager today, you little trollop,"he laughed,"I think I should make up you hold off, then."He withdrew his hand from between her thigh, and Anna tensed, awaiting his future move. Just as she thought she could n't stomach the anticipation any longer, his handwriting struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breath to mewl he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating posterior with barely a pause between blows, each one bearable on its own but building in nuisance and passion as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to blockade, and yet she bit her lip and held her quiet, knowing that to address now would only prolong the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the hiding stopped, and Anna felt the tingling of excitement that she always did at this spot. Her hindquarters felt red and hot, tears of botheration and humiliation still filled her eyes, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this intervention.

His finger's breadth trailed gently across her bottom, and she winced as he touched the cutter expanse that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thick fingers played gently with the little bow on the back 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 lacing thong online. Abruptly his fingerbreadth tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her easy tegument. He stretched the expensive fabric 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 fingers were once more between her legs, forcing her second joint apart and exploring her pussy more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her arse golf hole, a finger slew insistently into her cunt and she heard him grunt with pleasance."Oh, you dirty little prostitute, 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 shame."Say it, bitch. Tell 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 picayune whore, you 'll have to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to commit her aspect down on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her coxa. With her arms tied as they were, her face pressed into the white hotel duvet and she had to rick her head sharply to avoid suffocating. He grabbed her knees and spread her legs encompassing, reaching down to detect the restraint Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle joint, his manpower lingering appreciatively at her high school heels. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her kitty-cat and buns held loose for him to see, to tinct, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the whispering of framework and the sharply burr of a zip as he divested himself of his habiliment. The bed sank a little behind her as he climbed onto it, and his body pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her bosom from the vague lace of her bra, pinching her pap hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot hint on the medium skin of her upper thigh. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth movement closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilants playing over her over-eager pussycat. He plunged his knife into her snatch, then drew back a picayune to lick her over and over, lifting her pelvic arch to give him effective access to her button. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in moments, groaning and panting in forwardness. Before she could be swept away, his oral fissure moved away from her pussy, but before she could moan her disappointment his clapper was back, this clock time licking at her arse hole, shockingly insinuate, working at the tight cakehole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, little by little, until he was fucking her arse with his pollex, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The amour and degeneracy drove her over the boundary and she turned her boldness into the bed to muffle her cries as her body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. Before the spasm had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the promontory of the bed, where he sat with his ramification apart, his stiff cock just centimetres from her 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 bulk of her free weight was held by her articulatio radiocarpea. With his free hand he caught her whisker into a rough shot glass behind and he forced her mouth against the end of his erection."suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her rima oris as wide as she could to choose in his telling manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to proceed but he used her whisker and the straps to move her, fucking her mouth with stab of his pelvis, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you piffling whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep thrust made her choke a little and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to memorise to hold what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm regretful,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, please, come back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not practiced enough, I 'm going to have to punish you, to learn you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the tabular array where Anna had placed some toy earlier, he looked over the available items. He caught ken of Anna watching him."Turn away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his clip selecting her method acting of punishment, Anna reflected for a here and now on the caustic remark of her position. In what she thought of as her"real"biography, she was always in mastery, always the one giving the orders. 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 palpate so damn good.

Suddenly his hand was between her wooden leg again, this metre holding her pussy lip wide unfold as something inhuman and tough pressed at the entrance to her twat. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating sexual love egg she had purchased just last-place week. He switched it on and the vibe began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this pleasure could be her punishment. She was soon proved right, as with a shrewd"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her bottom. As she clenched her brawn with shock she felt the erotic love egg being driven farther inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her muscleman and felt the egg being forced deep into her, until it was vibrating against her g smudge and she was thrashing her face 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 arse sting and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able to discern the infliction. He threw the craw aside, reached between her thigh 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 operose cock mystifying inside her with one muscular thrust. Relishing the contrast 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 stopcock powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure sensation building trench inside her as he held her coxa sweetheart so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever to a greater extent deeply. It took only moments for her to reach the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her cunt clenching around his cock as her turmoil overwhelmed her. He paused for a bit, then began to strike again, slow, shallow teasing stroke this time."You hump my rooster in your pussy, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how lots Anna wanted him, not with her pussy juice soaking his putz and her moans filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to collapse you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, fuck me, amount in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the wrangle tripping over each former in her forwardness and need."That 's right, you filthy girl, you want it, you can let it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way thick inside Anna again, over and over, hard and deep, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, amazed that her wipe out, step consistence could gather the energy. As the spasms overwhelmed her once more, she heard him puff"I 'm coming !"and she felt his peter 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 moist second joint. Unable to locomote, she felt him get up from the bed and heard the zip of his dungaree as he dressed once more. Once fully clothed, he freed her from her restraints and chuckled admiringly at his handiwork, at the bruise 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 body aching and stinging pleasantly and her puss feeling abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the threshold."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his shoulder, his hand already on the threshold handle. Anna knew beneficial than to ask him to wait, so she turned her face into the bed as he walked out of the room access, leaving her alone to square away the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stick around the dark, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and take the air out of the door, in control once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was theatrical role of the hand, and one she thought well worth the price. She lay back on the bed, opened a whisky from the mini-bar, and thought with satisfaction over another day off well-used .