I kept brushing my tits against him as I staggered up the hotel stairs in my four inch stilettos after the fancy dress party. I was dressed as a French maid, wearing a very low cut top and a very short black skirt with a little lace apron on it. He was dressed as himself. Party pooper. I wanted him to kiss me but he showed no signs of complying. We walked along the corridor together until we reached room 209 – his room. He took the key out of his pocket. I looked at his crotch and leaned against the door post, licking my lips, ever so slightly.

“You shameless little tease”, he said. “All you’ve done is shake your tits at men all evening. Then when they come near you, you run away. “

It was true. I had been shaking everything I’d got, hoping he’d notice me. But I didn’t want all those other jerks. I wanted him.

“What are you going to do about it?” I said

“I don’t know,” he said. “But somebody ought to smack your bottom for you”. He was standing very close to me and I could smell the whisky on his breath.

“Oooh, promises, promises,” I said, and looked into his eyes.

He leaned forward and I knew that he was going to kiss me at last. I closed my eyes and waited for his tongue to find its way into my mouth. Instead, I felt myself being lifted off the ground. He threw me over his shoulder and pushed the door open. Before I could protest, I found myself lying across his lap with my bum in the air and my skirt up around my waist.

“Right”, he said, “you’ve asked for this. I’m going to give you a damned good hiding.”

I lay there stunned as he pulled my knickers down. Then he brought his hand down very hard on my arse. I cried out in pain - but muttered under my breath 'Yes', so that he knew it was what I really wanted.

“Let go of me, you bastard” I yelled - though I could already feel a flood of wetness in my knickers.

“Shut up, you slut”, he replied, “or I’ll spank you harder next time.”

He spanked me again. And again. And again. After each stroke he caressed my buttocks and then waited, so that I thought each time was the last. Just as I started to relax, he would strike again. I struggled and struggled, but the more I struggled, the tighter he held on to me. The buttons had started to come undone on my blouse and my tits were working their way out of my bra. Through the pain, I could feel my cunt starting to throb.

“All this hard work is making me hot,” he said. “I’m going to take my shirt off’”

I lay there waiting to feel his nakedness against me. I didn’t want to move. I just lay there helplessly, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter.

I tensed up, waiting for him to smack me again. Instead, he ripped my knickers off altogether, then stuck a finger right up inside my pussy and slid it up and down, fingering my clit. I groaned with pleasure. He put a second finger inside me. He had big fingers – long and thick – and they felt good as I moved against them.

“You’re very wet,” he said. “You’re obviously enjoying this too much. I’ll have to find some other way of punishing you. Get down on your knees.”

I knelt down in front of him.. He stood up and I could see his cock bulging through his trousers.

“Look at the state of you”, he said. “Skirt round your middle, no knickers, tits hanging out. Just how I like it.”

He unbuckled his belt and took off his trousers. His cock looked huge inside his tight fitting underpants, the tip peeking over the top. My mouth started to water.

He pulled his pants down and thrust his rock hard member into my face. I took one of his balls in my mouth, then slid my tongue all the way up the shaft and took him in my mouth. I could feel my own juices starting to run down my leg. I sucked him and teased his balls. Just as I thought he was about to shoot a hot, sticky load down my throat, he pulled himself away.

Moving behind me, he thrust himself deep inside my wet, swollen pussy. I gasped as I felt the full length of his cock plunge inside me. I gasped again as he ripped off my skirt and then my blouse.

“I want you naked”, he said. “I want to fuck you like a bitch on heat.”

I was beyond speech and made a low moaning noise in my throat. We fell into rhythm and he thrust into me harder and harder. I could feel his cock growing inside me, getting bigger and more solid all the time. I looked helplessly over my shoulder at him. His head was thrown back as he continued ramming it into me. I was panting like a dog, trying to hold on. Eventually, it was too much and I couldn’t hold on any more and I came in wave after wave as he filled me with red hot cum.

Afterwards we lay together, spent, on the floor and I wondered how I was going to get home now that my clothes were in tatters. Maybe I'd have to stay the night.