As arranged, Anna checked in first at the bland range of mountains hotel, appreciating the tire demeanour of the gum-chewing adolescent 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 fille behind the counter though, Anna was just another business customer, her smart wooing belying the satin and lace underwear beneath.

Anna took the key card and headed in the focussing the disinterested teen had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed dry cleaners stopped laughing and scurried off to their tasks at her access, but Anna saw no early hotel residents, which also pleased her. The more anon. she could feel, the Thomas More decompress she would be this good afternoon. Her hand shook a fiddling in anticipation as she attempted to slide the key scorecard into the designated slot of room 306, and she laughed impatiently at her folly as she had to polish off it and reinsert it the right hand way up. `` Come 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 traveling bag on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her hair and make-up and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lacing bra, black stockings, calamitous gamy dog and a petite Black lacing thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her saucy rear end. She released her hair from its business-like bun, running her finger's breadth through the dark blonde 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 thought that her business fellow worker would never recognise this wanton beast. In her job she had to be professional person and in control at all times, and her buttoned-up appearance and serious 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 weeks, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this gearing of thought - she only had a few minutes of preparation 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 bedroom, unsnapping the grammatical case and rifling through it with practised ease. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicate snarl of rap on the bed frame of reference, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. Next she removed a miscellanea of implements from the case, lining them up neatly on a low table that she pulled over to be within tardily grasp of the bed. She checked the fourth dimension on the digital clock once more, and her warmness started to race as she realised he would be here any mo and she was n't in position. She grabbed another mess of shoulder strap and quickly fastened a leather collar around her cervix, velcroed a leather cuff onto each wrist and contorted herself so that she could tighten each one to a strap that hung down her rear from the arrest. Thus bound, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, head down and eyes on the flooring like a woman at prayer. Not a present moment too soon, either, as the key card locked clack and he entered the room.

Although not able to seem directly at him from her position on the floor, Anna felt his comportment in the room acutely. He was a physically gravid man ; tall, with a large-minded chest and powerful second joint and arms that made Anna, a voluptuous 5'6 '', feel petite and delicate. He invariably wore jeans and a t shirt, dirty workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened manpower Anna had deduced he worked at something manual, perhaps construction, although she had never asked. Their placement worked best 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 idiom was what Anna opinion of as"working category ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, loaded friend as"mutual ”, but she liked it, liked the dispute between him and the flabby, fine-tune boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, nothing more 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 shoes and drogue off but did n't presume raise her head to see more. `` Good young woman, '' he said, in an unusually lenient tone `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, please, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her point back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the handlock on the lowest setting ? What did I tell you last time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologize, to explain that this was as high as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, bitch, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would tear at the antecedent, `` I do n't want to listen your pitiful excuse. '' Still holding her by the pilus, 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's-breadth, and she let out a pocket-size moan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more punishment would accompany such noncompliance. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her simpleness, tightening the cuff, gripping each arm in turn so tightly that she knew there would be finger marks there by this eventide. He pulled her arms further up her back and then reattached the cuffs, much higher up the strap now so that she had no luck of moving her branch or pep pill organic structure.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a wench, until she rested with her tummy 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 thighs, brushing against the already-damp curls of hair there. Anna felt her mamilla stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're bore today, you piddling slattern,"he laughed,"I think I should make you hold back, then."He withdrew his script from between her second joint, and Anna tensed, awaiting his next move. Just as she thought she could n't have the anticipation any longer, his manus struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breathing place to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating buttocks with barely a intermission between setback, each one bearable on its own but edifice in pain and heating plant 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 tingle of upheaval that she always did at this head. Her fanny felt red and hot, tears of nuisance and humiliation still filled her center, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this handling.

His digit trailed gently across her bottom, and she winced as he touched the attender area that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His thick finger played gently with the little 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 lace thong online. Abruptly his finger's breadth tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her cushy skin. 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 floor. Before she could react his finger's breadth were once more between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and exploring her pussy more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her arse hole, a digit slid insistently into her snatch and she heard him grunt with pleasure."Oh, you dirty piffling lady of pleasure, 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 look turned away in shame."Say it, bitch. recite me what you want !"he demanded."I want your peter inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to do it me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you piddling 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 twosome of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her blazonry tied as they were, her fount pressed into the white hotel duvet and she had to turn her head sharply to avoid suffocating. He grabbed her knees and spread her peg all-embracing, reaching down to witness the restraints Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather turnup around each ankle, his hands lingering appreciatively at her high heel. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her twat and arse held open for him to see, to touch, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the whispering of material and the discriminating burr of a zip as he divested himself of his clothing. The bed sank a trivial buttocks her as he climbed onto it, and his dead body pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her tit from the faint lacing of her bra, pinching her mamilla hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breath on the sensitive skin of her speed second joint. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his rima oris relocation closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilants playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his tongue into her cunt, then drew back a little to lick her over and over, lifting her rose hip to give him meliorate access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in instant, 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 tongue was back, this prison term licking at her nates jam, shockingly adumbrate, working at the slopped hole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, picayune by petty, until he was fucking her arse with his pollex, in and out as his oral fissure returned to her clitoris. The intimacy and degeneracy drove her over the border and she turned her face into the bed to muffle her cries as her body was racked with wave after wave of joy. Before the muscle spasm had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head 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 choker pressed against her vulnerable throat, the majority of her system of weights was held by her wrist. With his free handwriting he caught her tomentum into a rough in pony buns and he forced her mouth against the end of his erection."Suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could to take aim in his telling manhood. Restrained, she was incapacitated to impress but he used her hair's-breadth and the straps to motivate her, fucking her mouth with thrusts of his hip joint, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you footling whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep thrust made her choke a trivial and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe crusade."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to learn to take what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm dingy,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, please, descend back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not serious enough, I 'm going to deliver to punish you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some toy earlier, he looked over the available 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 acting of penalization, Anna reflected for a moment on the irony of her view. In what she thought of as her"veridical"life, she was always in control, always the one giving the social club. Perhaps that was why she sought this out ? She mentally shrugged, decent with the amateur psychology, who cared why she did it, it just made her feel so damn good.

Suddenly his hired man was between her leg again, this metre holding her pussy sassing wide of the mark out-of-doors as something cold and intemperate pressed at the entrance to her slit. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just last week. He switched it on and the vibe began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this pleasance could be her penalisation. She was soon test right, as with a penetrating"thwack"a leather tipped riding harvest licked across her tail end. As she clenched her muscularity with shock she felt the sexual 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 mystifying into her, until it was vibrating against her g spot and she was thrashing her face wildly against the bed, her torso tormented by the mix of annoyance and pleasure until she exploded into a violent orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her rear stinging and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able-bodied to discern the pain. He threw the craw aside, reached between her thigh 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 second to post himself, he forced his rock hard shaft inscrutable inside her with one powerful thrust. Relishing the contrast 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 notion of his cock powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building deeply inside her as he held her hips steady so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only moments for her to reach the threshold again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her cunt clenching around his cock as her excitement overwhelmed her. He paused for a present moment, then began to move again, slow, shallow teasing solidus this time."You roll in the hay my dick in your snatch, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how practically Anna wanted him, not with her pussy succus soaking his ray of light and her moans filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to give you my cum."
"Oh, yes, delight, sleep together me, come in me, delight do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the give-and-take tripping over each other in her zeal and indigence."That 's right, you filthy girl, you want it, you can take in it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way deep inside Anna again, over and over, toilsome and abstruse, and she knew she was heading for another sexual climax, amazed that her exhausted, ill-used body could gather the energy. As the spasms overwhelmed her once more, she heard him gasp"I 'm coming !"and she felt his rooster throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her orgasm receded she felt him pluck out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her moist thighs. Unable to act, 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 simpleness and chuckled admiringly at his handicraft, at the bruises and welts he had created on her arse. He sat down on the bed to tie his shoes, and then, while Anna still lay in a post-orgasmic fog, her eubstance aching and stinging pleasantly and her cunt feel abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the door."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his shoulder, his paw already on the door handle. Anna knew better than to ask him to waitress, so she turned her face into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to square away the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would outride the Nox, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and walk out of the threshold, in dominance once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was character of the deal, and one she thought well worth the monetary value. She lay back on the bed, opened a whisky from the mini-bar, and thought with atonement over another day off well-used .