As arranged, Anna checked in first of all at the bland chain hotel, appreciating the bored behaviour of the gum-chewing teenager on receipt. She always felt a petty 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 tabulator though, Anna was just another business enterprise customer, her impudent suit belying the satin and lace underwear beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the direction the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleaners stopped laughing and scurried off to their undertaking at her advance, but Anna saw no other hotel resident physician, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could feel, the to a greater extent relax she would be this afternoon. Her hand shook a fiddling in prevision as she attempted to slide the key calling card into the delegate one-armed bandit of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her betise 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 first time you 've done this. ``

She placed her small grip on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her pilus and makeup and then briskly removed her crownwork, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an unsubstantial black lace bra, smuggled stockings, disastrous gamey heels and a tiny black lacing thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert arse. She released her hair's-breadth from its business-like bun, running her fingers through the obscure blond curls so that they framed her face and trailed down to her bosom. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the sentiment that her business co-worker would never recognise this wanton creature. In her job she had to be professional and in control at all metre, and her buttoned-up appearance and sober role reflected that duty. No-one who worked with Anna would ever imagine 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 min of preparation prison term 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 chamber, unsnapping the case and rifling through it with practise ease. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicated tangle of belts on the bed frame, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. succeeding she removed a variety of implements from the typesetter's case, lining them up neatly on a low table that she pulled over to be within easy range of the bed. She checked the time on the digital clock once more, and her bosom started to race as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in office. She grabbed another mess of shoulder strap and quickly fastened a leather collar around her neck, velcroed a leather handcuff 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 bound, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, head down and eyes on the floor like a fair sex at prayer. Not a here and now too soon, either, as the key card locked clicked and he entered the room.

Although not capable to look directly at him from her position on the trading floor, Anna felt his presence in the room acutely. He was a physically large man ; tall, with a broad dresser and sinewy thighs and implements of war that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', feel bantam and delicate. He invariably wore jeans and a t shirt, dirty workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened deal Anna had deduced he worked at something manual, perhaps edifice, although she had never asked. Their arrangement worked best if neither of them knew inside information of the former 's life. They had n't even exchanged last name, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his accent was what Anna cerebration of as"working form ”, what she would birth referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed friends as"green ”, but she liked it, liked the remainder between him and the easy, smooth boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, zippo more than than silly boys, whereas the individual who was in her hotel room now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his place and air sock off but did n't presume wind her head to see more. `` serious girl, '' he said, in an unusually soft tincture `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a fiddling, pleased, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her headway back, `` But waiting, what 's this ? You have the cuffs on the lowest setting ? What did I tell you last fourth dimension ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to explain that this was as mellow as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, squawk, '' he snapped, pulling her pilus harder until she thought it would shoot at the roots, `` I do n't want to take heed your pathetic excuses. '' Still holding her by the hair's-breadth, 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 whisker, and she let out a small groan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more penalisation would be such disobedience. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her restraints, tightening the turnup, gripping each arm in turn so tightly that she knew there would be finger Gospel According to Mark there by this eve. He pulled her munition further up her back and then reattached the cuffs, much higher up the shoulder strap now so that she had no chance of moving her arms or speed 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 full thigh and her can presented to him. He gently stroked the bender of each cheek, trailing his fingers down between her break 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 eagre today, you little slut,"he laughed,"I think I should make you wait, then."He withdrew his hand from between her thighs, and Anna tensed, awaiting his side by side move. Just as she thought she could n't turn out the anticipation any longer, his hand struck down hard on her cheek. As she drew breathing time to mewl he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating buttocks with barely a pause between blows, each one bearable on its own but building in pain and heat 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 hiding stopped, and Anna felt the shiver of exhilaration that she always did at this power point. Her tail end felt red and hot, bust of pain and humiliation still filled her optic, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this treatment.

His finger trailed gently across her fanny, and she winced as he touched the tender area that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His stocky fingerbreadth played gently with the short bow on the back 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 thong online. Abruptly his fingers tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her mild skin. He stretched the expensive material 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 respond his fingers were once More between her legs, forcing her second joint apart and exploring her kitty more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her arse hole, a finger slid insistently into her slit and she heard him grunt with pleasure."Oh, you dirty small whore, you love it, do n't you ? I feel how wet you are, how hot for me. You want my tool, do n't you, you dirty bitch ?"Anna nodded, her nerve turned away in pity."Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want !"he demanded."I want your prick inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to fuck me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you little whore, you 'll have to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to place her face down on the bed. He grabbed a duet of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hip. With her blazonry tied as they were, her face pressed into the white hotel continental quilt and she had to call on her head sharply to avoid suffocating. He grabbed her knee and spread her legs wide, reaching down to find the restraint Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each mortise joint, his hands lingering appreciatively at her richly heel. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her kitty and arse held open for him to see, to bear on, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of fabric and the sharp burr of a zip as he divested himself of his wearable. The bed sank a niggling tail end her as he climbed onto it, and his consistency 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 breath on the raw cutis of her upper thigh. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth relocation closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilants playing over her over-eager cunt. He plunged his clapper into her twat, then drew back a little to work out her over and over, lifting her pelvis to give him better access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was finale to orgasm in bit, groaning and panting in readiness. Before she could be swept away, his mouth moved away from her pussy, but before she could moan her disappointment his glossa was back, this time licking at her arse mess, shockingly intimate, working at the pixilated maw until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, slight by little, until he was fucking her buttocks with his thumb, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The closeness and depravity drove her over the sharpness and she turned her font into the bed to muffle her outcry as her organic structure was racked with wave after wave of joy. Before the spasm had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head teacher of the bed, where he sat with his branch apart, his stiff tool just centimetre from her face. He lifted her by the shoulder strap at her wrists, holding her just right so that although the apprehension pressed against her vulnerable throat, the majority of her weight was held by her radiocarpal joint. With his unfreeze hand he caught her haircloth into a rough trot tail and he forced her lip against the end of his erection."Suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her backtalk as wide as she could to take in his telling humanity. Restrained, she was incapacitated to move but he used her hair and the strap to affect her, fucking her backtalk with thrusts of his hips, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you little whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly cryptical poke made her choke a little and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to learn to take what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, please, come back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not skilful enough, I 'm going to have to punish 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 items. He caught heap of Anna watching him."bout away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his time selecting her method acting of punishment, Anna reflected for a moment on the irony of her placement. In what she thought of as her"real"life, she was always in restraint, always the one giving the orders. Perhaps that was why she sought this out ? She mentally shrugged, decent with the amateur psychological science, who cared why she did it, it just made her experience so bedamn good.

Suddenly his hand was between her wooden leg again, this prison term holding her purulent lips wide subject as something cold and hard pressed at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just last hebdomad. He switched it on and the vibrations began powerfully stimulating the interior of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this pleasure could be her penalisation. She was soon proved right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her tush. As she clenched her brawniness with blow she felt the love egg being driven encourage inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her muscles and felt the egg being forced bass into her, until it was vibrating against her g smudge and she was thrashing her side wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain in the neck and pleasure until she exploded into a crimson orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her nates sting and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able to discern the hurting. He threw the crop aside, reached between her thighs and yanked on the cord until the beloved egg slid from her, and then he heaved her hips up until her look was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a moment to position himself, he forced his sway intemperate cock inscrutable inside her with one powerful jab. Relishing the demarcation once more than 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 deep inside her as he held her hips sweetheart so he could absorb into her, seemingly ever to a greater extent deeply. It took only moments for her to reach the threshold again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another coming, her pussy clenching around his cock as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a moment, then began to run again, slack, shallow teasing strokes this metre."You get it on my cock 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 snatch juices soaking his shot and her moan filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to apply you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, fuck me, come in me, delight do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the words tripping over each early in her eagerness and need."That 's decent, you filthy girl, you want it, you can ingest it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way bass inside Anna again, over and over, punishing and abstruse, and she knew she was heading for another sexual climax, amazed that her exhausted, ill-used body could gather the DOE. As the muscle spasm overwhelmed her once more, she heard him pant"I 'm coming !"and she felt his prick throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her orgasm receded she felt him pull out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp thigh. Unable to move, 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 simpleness and chuckled admiringly at his handicraft, at the bruise and welt he had created on her ass. He sat down on the bed to tie his shoes, and then, while Anna still lay in a post-orgasmic daze, her body ache and stinging pleasantly and her cunt look abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the doorway."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his shoulder, his manus already on the door handgrip. Anna knew sound than to ask him to wait, so she turned her expression into the bed as he walked out of the threshold, leaving her alone to straighten out the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would bide the night, and tomorrow she would put her professional theatrical role back on and walk out of the room access, in dominance once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was section of the mass, 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 .