As arranged, Anna checked in start at the bland chain hotel, appreciating the world-weary behavior of the gum-chewing teenager 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 aspect. To the girl behind the comeback though, Anna was just another business customer, her wise 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 cleansing agent stopped laughing and scurried off to their chore at her coming, but Anna saw no other hotel occupant, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could palpate, the Thomas More relaxed she would be this good afternoon. Her hand shook a piffling in anticipation as she attempted to slip the key placard into the designated time slot of way 306, and she laughed impatiently at her foolishness as she had to take out 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 metre you 've done this. ``

She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her hair and makeup and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lace bra, black stockings, black high-pitched bounder and a tiny bleak lace flip-flop, 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 non-white blonde curlicue 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 sentiment that her job colleagues would never agnize this wanton creature. In her job she had to be pro and in ascendance at all time, and her buttoned-up appearing 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 calendar week, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this caravan of thought - she only had a few minutes of cooking clock time 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 bedroom, unsnapping the case and rifling through it with practised comfort. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicated snarl of knock on the bed systema skeletale, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. future she removed a assortment of implements from the font, lining them up neatly on a low table that she pulled over to be within sluttish orbit of the bed. She checked the meter on the digital clock once more, and her sum started to race as she realised he would be here any minute and she was n't in position. She grabbed another mess of strap and quickly fastened a leather collar around her neck opening, 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 boundary, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, head down and eyes on the floor like a adult female at prayer. Not a moment too soon, either, as the key add-in locked click and he entered the room.

Although not able to look directly at him from her spot on the floor, Anna felt his presence in the room acutely. He was a physically orotund man ; tall, with a all-encompassing chest and mesomorphic thighs and arms that made Anna, a curvaceous 5'6 '', feel lilliputian and delicate. He invariably wore dungaree and a t shirt, begrime 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 arrangement worked in force if neither of them knew point of the other 's biography. They had n't even exchanged surnames, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his accent was what Anna thought of as"working course of study ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed ally as"common ”, but she liked it, liked the conflict between him and the sonant, milled boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, goose egg more than silly boy, whereas the individual who was in her hotel elbow room now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his shoes and air sock off but did n't dare lift her head word to see to a greater extent. `` just girl, '' he said, in an unusually soft timbre `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a little, pleased, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair's-breadth and yanked her fountainhead back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the handlock on the lowest setting ? What did I tell you utmost meter ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to explain that this was as high as she could supervise by herself. `` Shut up, gripe, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would tear at the roots, `` I do n't want to hear your piteous self-justification. '' Still holding her by the tomentum, he dragged her to her base and hauled her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her face-down onto his lap. Relief suffused her as he released her tomentum, and she let out a small moan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more penalization would keep up such disobedience. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her simpleness, tightening the handlock, gripping each arm in routine so tightly that she knew there would be fingerbreadth marks there by this evening. He pulled her arms further up her back and then reattached the handlock, much higher up the strap now so that she had no chance of moving her arms or upper body.

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 ass presented to him. He gently stroked the curve of each cheek, trailing his finger down between her parted thighs, brushing against the already-damp scroll of hair's-breadth there. Anna felt her nipples stiffen and she writhed against his hand involuntarily."Oh, you 're aegir today, you petty hussy,"he laughed,"I think I should make you wait, then."He withdrew his hand from between her thighs, and Anna tensed, awaiting his next relocation. Just as she thought she could n't tolerate the anticipation any longsighted, his hand struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breath to whimper he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating buttocks with barely a pause between reverse, each one bearable on its own but building in pain and heat as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to give up, and yet she bit her lip and held her secrecy, knowing that to address now would only prolong the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the hiding stopped, and Anna felt the frisson of upheaval that she always did at this point. Her backside 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 finger trailed gently across her bottom, and she winced as he touched the cutter area that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His wooden-headed fingers played gently with the footling 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 digit tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her indulgent skin. He stretched the expensive material 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 fingers were once More between her legs, forcing her second joint apart and exploring her kitty more thoroughly. His thumb pressed shockingly against her buttocks muddle, a finger's breadth slew insistently into her slit and she heard him grunt with delight."Oh, you dirty trivial working girl, you love it, do n't you ? I feel how wet you are, how hot for me. You want my shaft, do n't you, you dirty gripe ?"Anna nodded, her face turned away in shame."Say it, bitch. separate me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to fuck me, delight, 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 lay her boldness down on the bed. He grabbed a duet of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her arms tied as they were, her face pressed into the T. H. White hotel duvet and she had to turn her capitulum sharply to fend off suffocating. He grabbed her knees and spread her peg spacious, reaching down to find the restraints Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle, his hands lingering appreciatively at her richly hound. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her slit and tooshie held open for him to see, to touch, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of fabric and the sharp bur of a zip as he divested himself of his clothing. The bed sank a petty nates her as he climbed onto it, and his consistency pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her white meat from the wispy lace of her bra, pinching her mamilla hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breathing place on the tender skin of her upper thighs. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his sass move closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilant consonant playing over her over-eager pussy. He plunged his tongue into her puss, then drew back a little to work her over and over, lifting her hips to give him better access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in import, groaning and panting in readiness. Before she could be swept away, his mouth moved away from her kitty-cat, but before she could groan her disappointment his tongue was back, this meter licking at her nates fix, shockingly informal, working at the tight fix until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, little by little, until he was fucking her butt with his thumb, in and out as his mouth returned to her button. The intimacy and depravity drove her over the edge and she turned her look into the bed to muffle her cries as her body was racked with moving ridge 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 stiff peter just centimeter from her face. He lifted her by the strap at her articulatio radiocarpea, holding her just right so that although the neckband pressed against her vulnerable pharynx, the bulk of her weight was held by her articulatio radiocarpea. With his free hired hand he caught her hair into a roughly pony prat and he forced her mouth against the end of his erection."suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her sass as wide as she could to take in his telling manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to make a motion but he used her hair and the straps to move her, fucking her mouth with thrust of his hips, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you trivial whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep jab made her choke a footling and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to learn to study 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 trade good 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 toy earlier, he looked over the available detail. He caught sight of Anna watching him."tour away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his clock time selecting her method of punishment, Anna reflected for a second on the irony of her position. In what she thought of as her"real"liveliness, she was always in ascendency, 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 feel so hoot good.

Suddenly his hand was between her legs again, this time holding her pussy lips broad open 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 close workweek. He switched it on and the vibe began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to trust that this delight could be her penalization. She was soon proven right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her tail. As she clenched her muscleman with shock she felt the love egg being driven further inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her brawn and felt the egg being forced deep into her, until it was vibrating against her g dapple and she was thrashing her human face wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain and pleasure until she exploded into a violent climax that left her sweaty and reeling, her arse stinging and throbbing as the joy receded and left her able to pick out the pain in the ass. He threw the crop 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 side was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a moment to position himself, he forced his rock hard putz deep inside her with one powerful thrust. Relishing the contrast once more of her soreness and her joy, Anna cried out incoherently, barely cognisant of what she said or even that she spoke, just lost in the impression of his cock powering into her over and over, feeling the imperativeness building deep inside her as he held her hips stabilise so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only moments for her to achieve the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her cunt clenching around his rooster as her upheaval overwhelmed her. He paused for a mo, then began to displace again, decelerate, shallow teasing stroking this clock time."You sleep together my hammer in your cunt, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how a good deal Anna wanted him, not with her pussy succus soaking his shaft and her groan filling the hotel room."Beg me for it then. Beg me to founder you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, fuck me, derive in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the countersign tripping over each other in her eagerness and penury."That 's right on, you filthy daughter, 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, backbreaking and deep, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, amazed that her played out, victimised body could gather the energy. As the spasms overwhelmed her once more, she heard him gasp"I 'm coming !"and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her coming receded she felt him pull out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp thigh. Unable to propel, 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 restraints and chuckled admiringly at his handiwork, at the bruise and welt he had created on her backside. He sat down on the bed to tie his shoe, and then, while Anna still lay in a post-orgasmic haze, her body aching and stinging pleasantly and her cunt feeling 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 doorway grip. Anna knew better than to ask him to await, so she turned her nerve into the bed as he walked out of the threshold, leaving her alone to neaten the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stay the night, and tomorrow she would put her master part back on and take the air 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 passel, and one she thought well worth the price. She lay back on the bed, opened a whisky from the mini-bar, and thought with expiation over another day off well-used .