Exploring sounds nice, exploring Anna's body...

You walk up toward Anna's room. Just the thought of plowing her is making you more horny with each step. You reach her door at noon, hoping she is still there. You knock.

She opens the door.

"I see you got a spa treatment, Mark. You look sexy."

You push her into the wall kissing her hard. She nimbly undoes the button of your pants one handed. You break the kiss.

"Ooo, I rather think I'm going to enjoy this dalliance."

She leads you into the bedroom, the both of you shedding clothes as you go. By the time you reach the bedroom, neither of you need any foreplay. You begin worshipping her pussy, missionary style. For the next half hour or so you hold hold her down and fuck her. Every now and then she quivers and screams, which only makes you slam her harder.

You come.

Oddly enough she quickly arouses you again, and you switch. She hops on top, bucking with a perfect rhythm. You switch positions again and again. Finally the both of you cum.

Anna looks over at you. "Oui, I am keeping you. Now if you'd be so kind, I have a dinner I need to get ready for."

You take the cue and leave. It is dark. For some reason you find that comforting. As you walk out you feel a hunger. Oddly enough you are as hungry for more sex as you are for dinner. You slip down to the sushi bar for a quick meal.

With one hunger sated you begin to focus on the other. You wonder if anyone will be at the nightclub. Still if you are going to hook up, that would seem to be the place.

You head back to your room. You open the door and turn on the light.

"Hello Mark."

You start. Standing there dressed in all black latex, holding a riding crop is Deborah Walsh.

You smile. "Hello Miss Walsh."

"Are you ready to play?"

"I do love games."

"On your knees then. My boots need cleaning."

Her statement draws your attention to the thigh high black latex boots she is wearing. The seven inch heels actually make her a fraction of an inch taller than you. You drop down to you knees looking for something to polish them with. She slaps you with the riding crop.

"With your tongue." She growls.

You give the shiny boots a lick. Then another lick.

"Mm, since you seem so good at this game, why don't you turn your attention up here."

You hear a zipper unzip. You look up at her shaved pussy. You have never really been fond of oral sex, but her shaved pussy looks somehow...inviting. You begin licking. It doesn't disappoint. It tastes quite nice and she moans in appreciation. You redouble your efforts and are rewarded with copious amounts of her juices. You feel the crop slap you bare ass.

"Enough. I think it's about time you fucked me."

She pulls you up. Her latex catsuit is shiny and slick to the touch. She falls back and you penetrate her. You fuck for hours.

Finally in the wee hours of the morning you both come screaming. She smiles at you.

"I'd better see you in a few hours, at the spa."

You smile. "Yes, Mistress."