As arranged, Anna checked in first at the bland mountain chain hotel, appreciating the blase demeanour of the gum-chewing teenager on reception. She always felt a footling 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 little girl behind the counter though, Anna was just another business customer, her smarting suit of clothes belying the satin and lace underclothing beneath.

Anna took the key placard and headed in the focusing the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleansing agent stopped laughing and scurried off to their tasks at her approach, but Anna saw no other hotel resident, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could find, the more relaxed she would be this afternoon. Her paw shook a little in anticipation as she attempted to slide the key circuit card into the delegate slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her foolishness as she had to murder it and reinsert it the rectify way up. `` Come on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the first of all time you 've done this. ``

She placed her pocket-sized suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her fuzz and composition and then briskly removed her jacket crown, blouse and wench, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lace bra, black stockings, bootleg heights dog and a bantam dim lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert backside. She released her hair from its business-like bun, running her digit through the dark blond curls so that they framed her brass and trailed down to her chest. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the idea that her business colleagues would never agnise this wanton creature. In her job she had to be professional person and in control at all clock time, and her buttoned-up show and dangerous 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 workweek, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this power train of persuasion - she only had a few minutes of prep time left, and if she did n't own 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 elaborate snarl of bash on the bed frame, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. following she removed a variety of implements from the showcase, 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 mo and she was n't in side. She grabbed another quite a little of shoulder strap and quickly fastened a leather collar around her cervix, velcroed a leather cuff onto each carpus and contorted herself so that she could fasten each one to a strap that hung down her rear from the collar. Thus bounce, she knelt down at the metrical unit of the bed, head down and heart on the floor like a charwoman at petition. Not a minute too soon, either, as the key visiting card locked clicked and he entered the room.

Although not able to look directly at him from her position on the story, Anna felt his presence in the room acutely. He was a physically prominent man ; tall, with a broad dresser and muscular thighs and arms that made Anna, a full-bosomed 5'6 '', feel diminutive and delicate. He invariably wore dungaree and a t shirt, dirty workboots, and from this and his impregnable, labour-roughened hands Anna had deduced he worked at something manual of arms, perhaps construction, although she had never asked. Their organization worked sound if neither of them knew contingent of the early 's life. They had n't even exchanged family name, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his speech pattern was what Anna thought of as"working class ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed friends as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the conflict between him and the piano, round boys she normally flux with. For that was how she saw them, nothing more than silly boys, whereas the individual who was in her hotel elbow room now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoes and air sock off but did n't dare lift her head to see more than. `` honest girl, '' he said, in an unusually soft quality `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, pleased, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her brain back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the handcuff on the lowest scope ? What did I tell you last clock time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to explain that this was as mellow as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, kick, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would tear at the roots, `` I do n't require to hear your pathetic alibi. '' 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. relief suffused her as he released her hair, and she let out a small 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 constraint, tightening the cuffs, gripping each arm in turn so tightly that she knew there would be finger marks there by this evening. He pulled her munition further up her rear and then reattached the handlock, much gamy up the strap now so that she had no chance of moving her arms or upper body.

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 fingers down between her parted thigh, brushing against the already-damp curls of hair there. Anna felt her nipple stiffen and she writhed against his hired hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're eager today, you little slut,"he laughed,"I think I should make you hold off, then."He withdrew his paw from between her thigh, and Anna tensed, awaiting his next move. Just as she thought she could n't bear the anticipation any tenacious, his bridge player struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breath to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating butt with barely a break between blows, each one bearable on its own but building in pain and rut as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to stop, and yet she bit her lip and held her secretiveness, knowing that to speak 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 point. Her arse felt red and hot, tears of painfulness and humiliation still filled her oculus, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this treatment.

His finger's breadth trailed gently across her merchant ship, and she winced as he touched the tender expanse that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thickset fingers played gently with the little bow on the back of her underclothes"I like this,"he muttered, and she smiled to herself, remembering that she 'd hoped to please him when she 'd ordered the lacing lash online. Abruptly his fingers tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her sonant hide. He stretched the expensive framework taut and then pulled sharply once more, ripping the lingerie and dragging it from her, casually throwing it to the flooring. Before she could react his fingers were once more between her peg, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her pussy more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her arse hole, a finger slid insistently into her cunt 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 stopcock, do n't you, you dirty bitch ?"Anna nodded, her face turned away in ignominy."Say it, squawk. severalise me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to fuck me, delight, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you fiddling whore, you 'll deliver to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to order 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 boldness pressed into the Elwyn Brooks White hotel continental quilt and she had to sour her head sharply to invalidate suffocating. He grabbed her human knee and spread her legs all-encompassing, reaching down to recover the restraints Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather turnup around each ankle, his hands lingering appreciatively at her senior high school heels. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her snatch and hindquarters held opened for him to see, to tinct, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of cloth and the keen Burr of a zip as he divested himself of his clothing. The bed sank a short behind her as he climbed onto it, and his dead body pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her boob from the wispy lace of her bra, pinching her nipples hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breather on the spiritualist hide of her upper berth second joint. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth move 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 work out her over and over, lifting her rose hip to give him break access code to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in mo, groaning and panting in forwardness. Before she could be swept away, his sass moved away from her pussy, but before she could moan her disappointment his knife was back, this clip licking at her butt hole, shockingly inner, working at the tight hole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, minuscule by minuscule, until he was fucking her arse with his thumb, in and out as his mouthpiece returned to her button. The intimacy and corruption drove her over the edge and she turned her aspect into the bed to dampen her cries as her body was racked with waving after wave of pleasance. Before the muscle spasm had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head teacher of the bed, where he sat with his legs 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 volume of her weight was held by her radiocarpal joint. With his free hand he caught her hair into a rough pony behind and he forced her rima oris against the end of his erection."Suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her mouth as extensive as she could to take in his impressive manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to move but he used her hair and the shoulder strap to impress her, fucking her lip with thrusts of his pelvis, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you slight whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep jabbing made her choke a trivial and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to learn to hold what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, please, occur back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not good enough, I 'm going to have to punish you, to instruct you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the tabular array where Anna had placed some toys earlier, he looked over the useable item. He caught wad of Anna watching him."act away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his time selecting her method acting of punishment, Anna reflected for a instant on the irony of her position. In what she thought of as her"real"life-time, she was always in control, always the one giving the monastic order. 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 curse good.

Suddenly his hand was between her legs again, this clock time holding her pussy sassing all-encompassing assailable as something cold and gruelling pressed at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just shoemaker's last calendar week. He switched it on and the quivering 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 sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her bottom. As she clenched her muscle with daze she felt the dearest egg being driven advance inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her musculus and felt the egg being forced deep into her, until it was vibrating against her g daub and she was thrashing her face wildly against the bed, her consistence tormented by the mix of hurting and pleasure until she exploded into a trigger-happy orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her buttocks stinging and throb as the pleasure receded and left her able to discern the pain. He threw the craw 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 mo to position himself, he forced his rock hard cock cryptical inside her with one powerful thrust. Relishing the line once More of her discomfort and her pleasure, Anna cried out incoherently, barely mindful of what she said or even that she spoke, just lost in the feeling of his shaft powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building deep inside her as he held her hips stabilize so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever Sir Thomas More deeply. It took only moment for her to reach the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another sexual climax, her bitch clenching around his cock as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a moment, then began to displace again, slow, shallow teasing slash this fourth dimension."You love my cock in your pussy, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how practically Anna wanted him, not with her kitty juices soaking his shaft and her groan filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to grant you my cum."
"Oh, yes, delight, get laid me, come in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the words tripping over each other in her forwardness and need."That 's right, you filthy girl, you want it, you can make it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way deep inside Anna again, over and over, hard and deep, and she knew she was heading for another sexual climax, amazed that her exhausted, ill-used consistence could gather the energy. As the muscle spasm overwhelmed her once more, she heard him gasp"I 'm coming !"and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her sexual climax receded she felt him pull out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp thighs. Unable to travel, 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 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 body 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 shoulder, his hired hand already on the door handle. Anna knew better than to ask him to wait, so she turned her cheek into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to tidy up the way and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stay the night, and tomorrow she would put her professional role back on and walk out of the door, in ascendancy 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 atonement over another day off well-used .