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Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her pussy and arse held open for him to see, to touch, 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 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 breasts from the wispy lace 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 sensitive skin of her upper thighs. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his mouth move 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 hips to give him better access to her clit. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in moments, 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 time licking at her arse hole, shockingly intimate, working at the tight hole until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb 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 clit. The intimacy and depravity drove her over the edge and she turned her face into the bed to muffle her cries 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 stiff cock just centimetres from her face. He lifted her by the strap at her wrists, holding her just right so that although the collar pressed against her vulnerable throat, the bulk of her weight was held by her wrists. With his free hand he caught her hair into a rough pony tail 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 in his impressive manhood. Restrained, she was helpless to move but he used her hair and the straps to move her, fucking her mouth with thrusts of his hips, murmuring "Oh, yes, that's it, suck it you little whore, you love it, don't you?" One particularly deep thrust 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 didn't mean to, please, come back, I'll do better."
"No, that's not 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 toys 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 of punishment, Anna reflected for a moment on the irony of her position. In what she thought of as her "real" life, she was always in control, always the one giving the orders. 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 time holding her pussy lips wide open 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 week. He switched it on and the vibrations began powerfully stimulating the inside of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this pleasure could be her punishment. She was soon proved right, as with a sharp "thwack" a leather tipped riding crop licked across her bottom. As she clenched her muscles with shock she felt the 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 deep 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 and pleasure until she exploded into a violent orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her arse stinging and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able to discern the pain. He threw the crop aside, reached between her thighs 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 moment to position himself, he forced his rock hard cock deep inside her with one powerful thrust. Relishing the contrast once 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 feeling of his cock powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building deep 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 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 moment, then began to move again, slow, shallow teasing strokes this time. "You love my cock in your cunt, don't you, you whore, you slut?" he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how much Anna wanted him, not with her pussy juices 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, fuck me, come 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 girl, 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, hard and deep, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm, 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 cock 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 thighs. 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 restraints 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 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 hand already on the door handle. Anna knew better than to ask him to wait, so she turned her face into the bed as he walked out of the door, leaving her alone to tidy the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stay the night, 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 deal, 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.
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