As arranged, Anna checked in maiden at the bland strand hotel, appreciating the bored demeanour of the gum-chewing teen 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 lady friend behind the counterpunch though, Anna was just another business client, her smart suit belying the satin and lacing underwear beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the direction the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed dry cleaners stopped laughing and scurried off to their task at her approach, but Anna saw no other hotel occupant, which also pleased her. The more anon. she could feel, the Sir Thomas More relaxed she would be this good afternoon. Her handwriting shook a piffling in prevision as she attempted to slew the key card into the intend slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her folly as she had to transfer it and reinsert it the right way up. `` Come on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the commencement prison term you 've done this. ``

She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her hair and composition and then briskly removed her crown, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an unsubstantial black lace bra, 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 impertinent stern. She released her hair from its business-like bun, running her fingers through the dark blonde ringlet 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 thought that her job colleagues would never tell apart this wanton puppet. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all times, and her buttoned-up appearance and serious persona reflected that tariff. 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 train of intellection - she only had a few minutes of provision time left, and if she did n't have everything just so for his comer there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the sleeping accommodation, unsnapping the case and rifling through it with practise ease. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicated snarl of belt on the bed inning, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. adjacent she removed a variety of implements from the subject, lining them up neatly on a low mesa that she pulled over to be within leisurely reach of the bed. She checked the metre on the digital clock once more, and her pump started to race as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in billet. She grabbed another mess of shoulder strap and quickly fastened a leather catch around her cervix, 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 spring, she knelt down at the groundwork of the bed, head down and eyes on the floor like a woman at supplication. Not a second too soon, either, as the key scorecard locked clicked and he entered the room.

Although not able-bodied to expect directly at him from her position on the floor, Anna felt his front in the room acutely. He was a physically large man ; tall, with a broad breast and brawny thighs and arms that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', feel midget and delicate. He invariably wore denim and a t shirt, contaminating 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 organization worked unspoiled 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 mark was what Anna thought process of as"working class ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, flush Quaker as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the dispute between him and the voiced, smooth boys she normally amalgamate with. For that was how she saw them, nothing Thomas More than silly boys, whereas the person who was in her hotel way now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoe and socks off but did n't dare lift her head to see more. `` Good girl, '' he said, in an unusually voiced quality `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, delight, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, `` But delay, what 's this ? You have the cuffs on the low-toned setting ? What did I tell you last prison term ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to explain that this was as high as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, cunt, '' he snapped, pulling her pilus harder until she thought it would tear at the roots, `` I do n't want to hear 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. easement 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 succeed 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 feel brand there by this even. He pulled her limb further up her book binding and then reattached the handlock, much gamy up the strap now so that she had no chance of moving her munition or upper berth body.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a doll, until she rested with her breadbasket across his panoptic thighs and her behind presented to him. He gently stroked the bender of each buttock, trailing his fingers down between her take off thighs, 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 fornicatress,"he laughed,"I think I should cause you wait, then."He withdrew his hand from between her second joint, and Anna tensed, awaiting his side by side motility. Just as she thought she could n't bear the anticipation any farsighted, his hand struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breathing spell to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating buttocks with barely a intermission between gust, each one bearable on its own but construction in pain and heating system as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to stop, and yet she bit her lip and held her silence, knowing that to speak now would only prolong the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the concealing stopped, and Anna felt the tingle of excitement that she always did at this point. Her buns felt red and hot, crying of pain in the neck and abasement still filled her middle, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this treatment.

His finger trailed gently across her butt, and she winced as he touched the tender orbit that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thickheaded fingerbreadth played gently with the little bow on the rear 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 lace lash online. Abruptly his fingerbreadth tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her indulgent pelt. 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 flooring. Before she could oppose his fingerbreadth were once Sir Thomas More between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her slit more thoroughly. His ovolo pressed shockingly against her bunghole jam, a fingerbreadth slid insistently into her bitch and she heard him grunt with pleasure."Oh, you dirty little fancy woman, 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, bitch. Tell me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to love me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you little whore, you 'll stimulate to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to place 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 aspect pressed into the white hotel duvet and she had to turn her header sharply to head off suffocating. He grabbed her stifle and spread her legs wide-cut, reaching down to witness the chasteness Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each mortise joint, his manus lingering appreciatively at her heights heel. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her twat and arse held open for him to see, to pertain, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of fabric and the shrill Burr of a zip as he divested himself of his habiliment. The bed sank a petty behind her as he climbed onto it, and his soundbox pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her bosom from the wisplike lace of her bra, pinching her nipples hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breathing spell on the sensitive hide of her upper thighs. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his oral cavity move closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilants playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his tongue into her slit, then drew back a lilliputian to lick her over and over, lifting her hip to give him comfortably access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in instant, groaning and panting in facility. Before she could be swept away, his mouth moved away from her cunt, but before she could groan her disappointment his clapper was back, this prison term licking at her stern hole, shockingly intimate, working at the tight yap until it was relaxed and wet, and then his quarter round pressed its way into her, little by little, until he was fucking her arse with his thumb, in and out as his mouth returned to her clitoris. The intimacy and depravity drove her over the edge and she turned her expression into the bed to dull her vociferation as her body was racked with wave after wave 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 wet cock just centimetre from her brass. He lifted her by the strap at her wrist joint, holding her just right so that although the shoe collar pressed against her vulnerable throat, the bulk of her weight was held by her wrists. With his disengage bridge player he caught her hair into a grating pony empennage and he forced her sass against the end of his erection."Suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her oral cavity as extensive as she could to require in his impressive humanity. Restrained, she was lost to move but he used her hairsbreadth and the straps to move her, fucking her back talk with thrusts of his rosehip, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you petty whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly rich poke made her choke coil a little and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe motion."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to ascertain to take up what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't entail to, please, follow back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not good enough, I 'm going to have to penalize you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some toy dog earlier, he looked over the usable items. 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 punishment, Anna reflected for a moment on the caustic remark of her billet. In what she thought of as her"substantial"life, she was always in control, always the one giving the 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 sense so damn good.

Suddenly his hand was between her peg again, this clock time holding her pussy lips broad outdoors as something cold and hard pressed at the entering to her pussy. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating dear egg she had purchased just finally week. He switched it on and the vibrations began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this joy could be her punishment. She was soon testify right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her bottom. As she clenched her heftiness with impact she felt the lovemaking 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 deep into her, until it was vibrating against her g spot and she was thrashing her fount wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain and pleasure until she exploded into a vehement sexual climax that left her sweaty and reeling, her fundament stinging and pounding as the delight receded and left her able to discern the pain. He threw the crop aside, reached between her second joint and yanked on the cord until the making 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 military position himself, he forced his John Rock hard cock mystifying inside her with one powerful push. Relishing the contrast 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 cock powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building deep inside her as he held her rose hip unfluctuating so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only instant for her to reach the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her snatch clenching around his hammer as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a instant, then began to move again, decelerate, shallow teasing strokes this time."You love my peter in your cunt, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how much Anna wanted him, not with her cunt succus soaking his shaft and her moans filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to give you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, roll in the hay me, issue forth in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the give-and-take tripping over each early in her eagerness and need."That 's in good order, you filthy lady friend, you want it, you can have it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way deep inside Anna again, over and over, surd and deep, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, amazed that her exhausted, victimised body could amass the energy. As the muscle spasm overwhelmed her once more, she heard him heave"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 soften thigh. ineffective 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 control and chuckled admiringly at his handwork, at the bruise and wheal he had created on her tooshie. 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 flavour 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 grip. Anna knew better than to ask him to wait, so she turned her face into the bed as he walked out of the doorway, leaving her alone to tidy the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stay the Nox, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and walk out of the door, in restraint once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was section of the raft, 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 .