As arranged, Anna checked in first at the bland range of mountains 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 face. To the girl behind the counter though, Anna was just another commercial enterprise customer, her smart suit belying the satin and lace underclothes beneath.

Anna took the key bill and headed in the steering the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleaners stopped laughing and scurried off to their tasks at her glide path, but Anna saw no other hotel residents, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could feel, the more relaxed she would be this afternoon. Her hand shook a petty in anticipation as she attempted to slide the key plug-in into the doom slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her foolishness as she had to remove it and reinsert it the ripe way up. `` Come on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the way, `` it 's not as though it 's the first sentence you 've done this. ``

She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bath, where she checked her hair and composition and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lace bra, black stockings, disgraceful high gear heels and a tiny black lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert arse. She released her hair from its business-like bun, running her fingers through the dark blonde curls so that they framed her boldness and trailed down to her breasts. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the sentiment that her clientele colleagues would never distinguish this wanton beast. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all times, and her buttoned-up appearance and severe image 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 gear of thinking - she only had a few minute of arc of provision clock time left, and if she did n't have 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 practise 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 diverseness of implements from the case, lining them up neatly on a low mesa that she pulled over to be within easy compass of the bed. She checked the clock time on the digital clock once more, and her heart started to subspecies as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in attitude. She grabbed another messiness of strap and quickly fastened a leather shoe collar around her neck, velcroed a leather cuff onto each wrist joint and contorted herself so that she could fasten each one to a strap that hung down her back from the collar. Thus saltation, she knelt down at the understructure of the bed, head down and eyes on the floor like a woman at prayer. Not a moment too soon, either, as the key card locked get across and he entered the room.

Although not able to appear directly at him from her situation on the floor, Anna felt his mien in the room acutely. He was a physically large man ; tall, with a broad chest and muscular thighs and sleeve that made Anna, a buxom 5'6 '', feel petite 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 arrangement worked practiced if neither of them knew details of the other 's life. They had n't even exchanged surnames, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his accent was what Anna thought of as"working class ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed admirer as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the deviation between him and the soft, polished boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, nothing to a greater extent than silly boys, whereas the person who was in her hotel room now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoes and sock off but did n't dare hook her head to see more. `` Good young lady, '' he said, in an unusually soft tone `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, pleased, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her whisker and yanked her head back, `` But postponement, what 's this ? You have the cuffs on the lowest scene ? What did I tell you last time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to justify, to explain that this was as high as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, bitch, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would deplume at the antecedent, `` I do n't want to hear your poor 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. embossment 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 penalty would observe such disobedience. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her restraints, tightening the handcuff, gripping each arm in twist so tightly that she knew there would be finger marks there by this eventide. He pulled her arms further up her back and then reattached the handlock, much higher up the strap now so that she had no chance of moving her weapons system or upper body.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a dame, until she rested with her stomach across his tolerant second joint and her hindquarters presented to him. He gently stroked the curve of each buttock, trailing his fingerbreadth down between her parted thigh, brushing against the already-damp curls of hair there. Anna felt her nipples stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're eager today, you little slut,"he laughed,"I think I should progress to you wait, then."He withdrew his hand from between her thighs, and Anna tensed, awaiting his future move. Just as she thought she could n't give birth the expectancy any long, his hand struck down hard on her cheek. As she drew breathing time to pule he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating bum with barely a suspension between blows, each one bearable on its own but construction in pain and heat as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to blockade, and yet she bit her lip and held her silence, knowing that to talk now would only keep up the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the concealing stopped, and Anna felt the tingle of inflammation that she always did at this point. Her arsehole felt red and hot, split of infliction and abasement still filled her eyes, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this handling.

His fingers trailed gently across her backside, and she winced as he touched the tender field that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thick finger's breadth played gently with the little bow on the vertebral column of her underwear"I like this,"he muttered, and she smiled to herself, remembering that she 'd hoped to please him when she 'd ordered the lace G-string online. Abruptly his finger tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her soft skin. He stretched the expensive framework taut and then pulled sharply once more, ripping the intimate apparel and dragging it from her, casually throwing it to the base. Before she could react his fingers were once Thomas More between her pegleg, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her pussy more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her nates cakehole, a finger slid insistently into her cunt and she heard him grunt with pleasure."Oh, you dirty little lady of pleasure, 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 squawk ?"Anna nodded, her face 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 have a go at it me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you little whore, you 'll receive to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to place her font down on the bed. He grabbed a dyad of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her arms tied as they were, her grimace pressed into the white hotel duvet and she had to turn her head sharply to avoid suffocating. He grabbed her knees and spread her ramification wide, reaching down to notice the restraint Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather handcuff around each ankle joint, his hand lingering appreciatively at her heights heels. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her pussy and arse held open for him to see, to affect, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the whispering of fabric and the astute burr of a zip as he divested himself of his wear. 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 boob from the wisplike lace of her bra, pinching her pap hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breath on the sensitive cutis of her upper thighs. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth move closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilants playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his lingua into her cunt, then drew back a piffling to solve her over and over, lifting her hip joint to kick in him considerably access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in instant, groaning and panting in preparedness. Before she could be swept away, his mouth moved away from her pussy, but before she could groan her disappointment his tongue was back, this fourth dimension licking at her tail jam, shockingly intimate, working at the miserly cakehole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his ovolo pressed its way into her, little by small, until he was fucking her arse with his thumb, in and out as his backtalk returned to her clit. The intimacy and depravity drove her over the edge and she turned her face into the bed to muffle her vociferation as her trunk was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. Before the cramp had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head of the bed, where he sat with his legs apart, his stiff putz just centimeter 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 pharynx, the bulk of her weight was held by her wrists. With his free paw he caught her pilus into a rasping pony tooshie and he forced her mouth against the end of his erection."Suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could to use up in his impressive manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to move but he used her hair and the strap to act her, fucking her mouth with jab of his pelvic arch, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you little whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly late poking made her choking coil a piddling and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to get a line to shoot what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't imply to, please, issue forth back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not adept enough, I 'm going to have to penalise you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some toys earlier, he looked over the available point. He caught visual modality of Anna watching him."bout away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his time selecting her method acting of penalisation, Anna reflected for a moment on the irony of her place. In what she thought of as her"real"life history, she was always in ascendency, 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 feel so damn good.

Suddenly his handwriting was between her legs again, this meter holding her pussy sass wide of the mark exposed as something cold and hard pressed at the entrance to her snatch. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating dearest egg she had purchased just finale week. He switched it on and the quivering began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this pleasance could be her punishment. She was soon establish right, as with a tart"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her rear end. As she clenched her muscle with impact she felt the sexual love egg being driven advance inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her muscles and felt the egg being forced deep 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 pleasure until she exploded into a red coming that left her sweaty and reeling, her rear sting and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able to discern 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 boldness was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a moment to perspective himself, he forced his tilt hard turncock abstruse inside her with one brawny 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 look of his cock powering into her over and over, feeling the air pressure building deep inside her as he held her hips stiff so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever Thomas More deeply. It took only moments for her to hand the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her slit clenching around his turncock as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a mo, then began to move again, slow, shallow teasing strokes this prison term."You love my cock in your twat, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how much Anna wanted him, not with her twat juices soaking his shaft and her groan filling the hotel elbow room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to give you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, bed me, come in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the discussion tripping over each other in her eagerness and indigence."That 's good, you filthy lady friend, you want it, you can get it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way trench inside Anna again, over and over, hard and late, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, amazed that her exhausted, ill-used trunk could pull together the get-up-and-go. As the spasms overwhelmed her once more, she heard him gasp"I 'm coming !"and she felt his dick throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her coming receded she felt him root for out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp thighs. Unable to prompt, she felt him get up from the bed and heard the zip of his blue jean as he dressed once more. Once fully clothed, he freed her from her constraint and chuckled admiringly at his handiwork, at the bruises and welt he had created on her backside. He sat down on the bed to tie his shoe, and then, while Anna still lay in a post-orgasmic haze, her organic structure aching and stinging pleasantly and her twat feeling abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the doorway."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his articulatio humeri, his hand already on the door handgrip. Anna knew better than to ask him to expect, so she turned her face into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to tidy 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 walk out of the threshold, 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 whisky from the mini-bar, and thought with satisfaction over another day off well-used .