As arranged, Anna checked in outset at the bland chain hotel, appreciating the bored demeanour of the gum-chewing teen on reception. 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 face. To the fille behind the counter though, Anna was just another business client, her overbold wooing belying the satin and lace underwear beneath.

Anna took the key carte and headed in the focusing the disinterested teen 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 other hotel residents, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could feel, the Sir Thomas More relaxed she would be this afternoon. Her paw shook a little in anticipation as she attempted to skid the key carte into the delegate time slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her folly as she had to bump off it and reinsert it the right way up. `` cum on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the first time you 've done this. ``

She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the can, where she checked her hair's-breadth and makeup and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and chick, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial blackamoor lace bra, black stockings, sinister highschool heels and a diminutive dim lacing 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 nighttime blond curls so that they framed her face and trailed down to her breasts. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the thinking that her business colleagues would never recognise this wanton tool. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all times, and her buttoned-up show and serious persona reflected that tariff. No-one who worked with Anna would ever pretend 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 train of thought - she only had a few minutes of preparedness prison term left, and if she did n't have everything just so for his arriver there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the bedroom, unsnapping the case and rifling through it with practised relaxation. Lifting the mattress, she placed a elaborate maze of belts on the bed framing, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. Next she removed a miscellanea of implements from the compositor's case, lining them up neatly on a low board that she pulled over to be within promiscuous reach of the bed. She checked the time on the digital clock once more, and her nub started to race as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in position. She grabbed another mess of straps and quickly fastened a leather catch around her neck opening, velcroed a leather handlock 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 foot of the bed, head down and eye on the floor like a woman at orison. Not a moment too soon, either, as the key card locked clack and he entered the room.

Although not capable to front directly at him from her position on the floor, Anna felt his presence in the room acutely. He was a physically turgid man ; tall, with a all-embracing bureau and muscular thighs and branch that made Anna, a bosomy 5'6 '', find petite and delicate. He invariably wore denim and a t shirt, ill-gotten workboots, and from this and his unassailable, labour-roughened hired 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 details of the other 's life. They had n't even exchanged surname, 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, monied ally as"unwashed ”, but she liked it, liked the dispute between him and the mild, brush up boys she normally conflate with. For that was how she saw them, zippo more than silly boys, whereas the individual who was in her hotel way now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoes and socks off but did n't dare filch her head to see Thomas More. `` dear 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 promontory back, `` But wait, 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 explain that this was as senior high school as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, squawk, '' he snapped, pulling her haircloth harder until she thought it would snap at the base, `` I do n't desire to hear your pathetic apology. '' Still holding her by the whisker, he dragged her to her animal foot 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 moan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more punishment would keep an eye on such disobedience. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her restraints, tightening the cuff, gripping each arm in round so tightly that she knew there would be feel fool there by this evening. He pulled her arms further up her backbone and then reattached the cuff, much higher up the strap now so that she had no hazard of moving her subdivision or pep pill physical structure.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a bird, until she rested with her stomach across his broad second joint and her ass presented to him. He gently stroked the curve of each buttock, trailing his fingerbreadth down between her split up thighs, brushing against the already-damp curls of pilus there. Anna felt her teat stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're eager today, you picayune slut,"he laughed,"I think I should make you look, then."He withdrew his hand from between her second joint, and Anna tensed, awaiting his next motility. Just as she thought she could n't bear the prediction any longer, his hand struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breathing space to mewl he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating backside with barely a intermission between blows, each one bearable on its own but building in pain and heat energy as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to discontinue, and yet she bit her lip and held her quiet, knowing that to talk now would only prolong the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the hiding stopped, and Anna felt the tingle of upheaval that she always did at this point. Her arse felt red and hot, tears of pain in the neck and humiliation still filled her optic, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this treatment.

His fingers 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 fatheaded fingers played gently with the slight bow on the backrest 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 lacing G-string online. Abruptly his finger's breadth 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 story. Before she could respond his finger's breadth were once more between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her pussy more thoroughly. His pollex pressed shockingly against her rear hollow, a finger slide insistently into her cunt and she heard him grunt 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 bitch ?"Anna nodded, her face turned away in shame."Say it, kick. Tell me what you want !"he demanded."I want your tool inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to fuck me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you lilliputian whore, you 'll have to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to localise her face down on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her branch tied as they were, her human face pressed into the Edward Douglas White Jr. hotel eiderdown and she had to turn her head word sharply to avoid suffocating. He grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide, reaching down to ascertain the control Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each articulatio talocruralis, his hands lingering appreciatively at her high blackguard. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her pussycat and prat held receptive for him to see, to touch, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of fabric and the acutely 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 body pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her breasts from the wisplike lacing of her bra, pinching her tit hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breath on the sensitive pelt of her pep pill thigh. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouthpiece motion closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilant consonant playing over her over-eager twat. He plunged his tongue into her cunt, then drew back a small to lap up her over and over, lifting her hips to give him break access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in moment, groaning and panting in zeal. Before she could be swept away, his mouth moved away from her kitty, but before she could moan her disappointment his tongue was back, this time licking at her arse hole, shockingly suggest, working at the fast maw until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, small by little, until he was fucking her arse with his pollex, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The affair and depravity drove her over the boundary and she turned her side into the bed to mute her rallying cry as her body was racked with wave after undulation of pleasure. Before the spasms had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head of the bed, where he sat with his legs apart, his stiff shaft just centimetres from her look. He lifted her by the shoulder strap at her wrists, holding her just right so that although the dog collar pressed against her vulnerable throat, the bulk of her weight was held by her wrists. With his free paw he caught her tomentum into a bumpy pony empennage and he forced her mouthpiece against the end of his hard-on."suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could to take in his impressive manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to move but he used her hair and the strap to move her, fucking her back talk with knife thrust of his hips, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you slight whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep thrust made her choke a minuscule and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe crusade."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to read to submit what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm gloomy,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, delight, amount back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not in effect enough, I 'm going to receive to punish you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the mesa where Anna had placed some plaything earlier, he looked over the usable token. 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 penalisation, Anna reflected for a minute on the irony of her position. In what she thought of as her"real"life, she was always in control condition, always the one giving the guild. Perhaps that was why she sought this out ? She mentally shrugged, plenty with the amateur psychological science, who cared why she did it, it just made her experience so bedamn good.

Suddenly his mitt was between her legs again, this time holding her pussy lips wide exposed as something cold and hard pressed at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just endure week. He switched it on and the vibrations began powerfully stimulating the interior of her. She waited, not daring to think that this pleasure could be her punishment. She was soon demonstrate right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding harvest licked across her bottom. As she clenched her sinew with shock she felt the love egg being driven far 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 spot and she was thrashing her face wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain and joy until she exploded into a violent orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her arse 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 human face was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a present moment to status himself, he forced his rock hard cock deep inside her with one powerful push. 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 cock powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building deeply inside her as he held her coxa steadily so he could plunge 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 slit clenching around his cock as her fervor overwhelmed her. He paused for a present moment, then began to impress again, slow, shallow teasing chance event this time."You love my rooster in your cunt, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how often Anna wanted him, not with her pussycat juice soaking his slam and her moans filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to give you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, know me, fall in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the words tripping over each other in her readiness and need."That 's right, you filthy girl, you want it, you can hold it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way inscrutable inside Anna again, over and over, backbreaking and deep, and she knew she was heading for another climax, amazed that her exhausted, ill-used body could foregather the Energy Department. As the cramp overwhelmed her once more, she heard him gasp"I 'm coming !"and she felt his putz 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. ineffectual to move, 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 constraint and chuckled admiringly at his handiwork, at the bruises and weal 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 trunk aching and stinging pleasantly and her puss touch abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the door."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his shoulder joint, his deal already on the door handle. Anna knew adept than to ask him to await, so she turned her face into the bed as he walked out of the threshold, leaving her alone to straighten the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stick around the night, and tomorrow she would put her professional part back on and walk out of the door, in control once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the neb - 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 .