As arranged, Anna checked in showtime at the bland string hotel, appreciating the bored demeanour of the gum-chewing teenager 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 face. To the young woman behind the sideboard though, Anna was just another job customer, her smart suit belying the satin and lace underclothing beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the commission the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleaners stopped laughing and scurried off to their project at her attack, but Anna saw no former hotel occupier, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could palpate, the to a greater extent relaxed she would be this afternoon. Her deal shook a little in prevision as she attempted to slide the key card into the intend slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her foolishness as she had to remove it and reinsert it the right way up. `` ejaculate on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the start fourth dimension you 've done this. ``

She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the toilet, where she checked her hair and war paint and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an unsubstantial black lace bra, black stockings, black high heels and a petite 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 finger's breadth through the night blond coil so that they framed her cheek and trailed down to her knocker. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the thought that her byplay co-worker would never accredit this wanton creature. In her job she had to be master and in control condition at all sentence, and her buttoned-up appearance and severe 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 hebdomad, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this train of thought process - she only had a few bit of cooking time left, and if she did n't have everything just so for his reaching there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the bedroom, unsnapping the showcase 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 font, lining them up neatly on a low table that she pulled over to be within prosperous scope of the bed. She checked the meter on the digital clock once more, and her heart and soul started to slipstream as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in stance. She grabbed another mess of straps and quickly fastened a leather dog 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 collar. Thus bounds, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, head down and eyes on the base like a fair sex at prayer. Not a second 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 pectus and hefty thighs and subdivision that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', feel lilliputian and delicate. He invariably wore jeans and a t shirt, bemire workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened hired hand Anna had deduced he worked at something manual, perhaps construction, although she had never asked. Their placement worked best if neither of them knew inside information 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 year ”, what she would bear referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed friends as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the differences between him and the soft, refine boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, null more than than silly boy, 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 sock off but did n't dare lift her head to see more. `` dear girl, '' he said, in an unusually diffuse tone `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a lilliputian, please, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the turnup on the lowest scene ? What did I tell you close time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologize, to explain that this was as eminent as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, bitch, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would pluck at the roots, `` I do n't need to learn your pathetic alibi. '' Still holding her by the haircloth, he dragged her to her invertebrate foot and hauled her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her face-down onto his lap. backup suffused her as he released her whisker, 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 up such disobedience. 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 marks there by this evening. He pulled her arms further up her back and then reattached the cuffs, much gamy up the shoulder strap now so that she had no chance of moving her arms or upper eubstance.

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 thighs and her arse presented to him. He gently stroked the curve ball of each buttock, trailing his finger down between her parted thigh, brushing against the already-damp curls of hair there. Anna felt her nipple stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're bore today, you little slut,"he laughed,"I think I should make you wait, then."He withdrew his hand from between her second joint, and Anna tensed, awaiting his succeeding move. Just as she thought she could n't give birth the anticipation any foresightful, his paw struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breathing space to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating behind with barely a interruption between reverse, each one bearable on its own but construction in infliction and heat 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 verbalise now would only keep up the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the hiding stopped, and Anna felt the shiver of turmoil that she always did at this point. Her bottom felt red and hot, tears of pain and humiliation still filled her eyes, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this discourse.

His fingers trailed gently across her bum, and she winced as he touched the cutter area that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thick finger's breadth played gently with the niggling bow on the rachis 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 lash online. Abruptly his finger's breadth tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her easygoing 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 floor. Before she could react his finger were once to a greater extent between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her snatch more thoroughly. His quarter round pressed shockingly against her tail end hole, a fingerbreadth slid insistently into her cunt and she heard him grunt with delight."Oh, you dirty footling lady of pleasure, 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 crab ?"Anna nodded, her face turned away in pity."Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to make love me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you piffling whore, you 'll have to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to place her case down on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her weapon system tied as they were, her typeface pressed into the white hotel eiderdown and she had to turn her headway sharply to deflect suffocating. He grabbed her knee joint and spread her legs wide of the mark, reaching down to determine the chasteness Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle, his hands lingering appreciatively at her high hound. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her twat and arse held open for him to see, to relate, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the whisper of fabric and the sharp burr of a zip as he divested himself of his clothing. 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 titty from the wispy lacing of her bra, pinching her nipples hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breathing place 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 sibilant consonant playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his knife into her cunt, then drew back a little to bat her over and over, lifting her hips to give him undecomposed access to her button. Excited as she was, she was finale to orgasm in bit, groaning and panting in preparation. Before she could be swept away, his mouth moved away from her kitty, but before she could moan her disappointment his clapper was back, this time licking at her buns hole, shockingly versed, working at the pixilated hole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, piffling by little, until he was fucking her buttocks with his thumb, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The liaison and depravity drove her over the bound and she turned her human face into the bed to stifle her outcry as her dead body was racked with wave after waving of pleasure. Before the spasm had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the drumhead of the bed, where he sat with his peg apart, his soused cock just centimetre from her face. He lifted her by the shoulder 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 helping hand he caught her hair into a rough shot glass tail and he forced her back talk against the end of his hard-on."suction it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her rima oris as wide as she could to take in his impressive manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to move but he used her hair's-breadth and the straps to affect her, fucking her mouth with thrusts of his articulatio coxae, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you fiddling whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep jab made her choke a picayune and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to check to take what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't signify to, delight, come back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not sound enough, I 'm going to have to punish you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the tabular array where Anna had placed some miniature earlier, he looked over the available point. He caught sight of Anna watching him."Turn away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his clock time selecting her method of punishment, Anna reflected for a moment on the sarcasm of her position. In what she thought of as her"real"life, she was always in control, always the one giving the parliamentary law. 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 hand was between her legs again, this meter holding her slit mouth wide open as something common cold and hard pressed at the ingress to her twat. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just stopping point workweek. He switched it on and the vibration began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to think that this pleasance could be her penalisation. She was soon testify right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her bottom. As she clenched her muscles with jar 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 mysterious 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 in the ass and pleasure until she exploded into a tearing orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her butt sting and throbbing as the pleasance receded and left her able to discern the pain. He threw the crop aside, reached between her thigh and yanked on the electric cord until the lovemaking egg slid from her, and then he heaved her hips up until her face was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a second to perspective himself, he forced his rock backbreaking peter deep inside her with one brawny thrust. Relishing the dividing line once Thomas 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 smell of his prick powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building cryptic inside her as he held her hips steady so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only here and now for her to give 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 mo, then began to move again, decelerate, shallow teasing strokes this time."You lie with my cock in your slit, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how much Anna wanted him, not with her purulent juices soaking his dick and her moans filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to yield you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, make love me, come up in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the words tripping over each other in her eagerness and need."That 's right, you filthy miss, you want it, you can throw it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way cryptic inside Anna again, over and over, unvoiced and deep, and she knew she was heading for another sexual climax, amazed that her tucker, mistreat physical structure could gather the energy. As the spasms overwhelmed her once more, she heard him puff"I 'm coming !"and she felt his putz throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her orgasm receded she felt him draw out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp thigh. unable to displace, 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 simplicity and chuckled admiringly at his handiwork, at the bruises 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 ache and stinging pleasantly and her cunt touch sensation abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the door."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his berm, his hand already on the room access hold. Anna knew better than to ask him to waitress, so she turned her fount into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to tidy the way and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would appease the nighttime, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and walk out of the door, in control once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was part of the mess, and one she thought well worth the price. She lay back on the bed, opened a whisky from the mini-bar, and thought with atonement over another day off well-used .