Angela looked over her shoulder as she entered building. She didn't want to be seen. She was bound by work for months. Countless overtime shifts had thrown her sleep schedule off. She needed a way to energize herself. She walked into the building and rented a room for the night, of course this was no ordinary hotel, and Angela knew this. She walked to her room and sat on the bed, anxious for what was to come. Then her door opened and a the French woman slipped inside. She glided down to sit was Angela at her bed. Angela was stunned, she took in the woman's beauty, the woman was stripped down to her undergarments, her black panties and bra. "I heard you needed some help chère." Angela stuttered incomprehensibly. "My name is Amelie and you are safe with me now." She took her hand and ran it through Angela's silky hair and undid her ponytail, her hair flowed down her back. Her hand ran down her cheek and onto her neck. Angela shivered at Amelie's touch. Amelie took Angela's shirt and pulled it up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Still speechless Angela just sat there staring at Amelie, in a trance. "Lay down chérie." Her handed guided Angela down onto the bed and now Angela was feeling growing anticipation, something she had not felt in a long time. Amelie crawled over her and kissed her ear and whispered, "Don't struggle mon ange." Then Amelie pinned Angela to the bed with her knees. Angela was startled and tried to yell, but Amelie brought her lips to Angela's and she was muffled. Amelie explored Angela's mouth with her tongue, Angela let out a small whimper and allowed the French woman to kiss her and seduce her with her tongue. Amelie diverted her right hand down to Angela's waist and she pulled off her leggings revealing her panties. Angela was embarrassed and blushed even more at the fact that her panties were soaking wet. Amelie was amused at how much the Angel wanted to be controlled and seduced. She wanted to make her beg for more. Then Angela felt her panties slip off and her bra snap. She began to whimper again as Amelie brushed her fingers around her dripping cunt. She squirmed under Amelie, desperate and excited. Angela felt tortured as Amelie's fingers traveled down her hips and around her wetness. "What do you want me to do to you chérie?" Just then Amelie brushed her fingers over Angela's delicate folds, she trembled, and let out a sigh of pleasure. Amelie's touch had already transformed the beautiful angel into a mess, squirming under her, she was in control. Angela was lost to words. "p-please…" she manage to stutter. Amelie was dissatisfied by her response and her fingers began to drift away from Angela. "Show m-mercy" and with that Amelie inserted her index and middle finger into Angela causing her to scream, but Amelie had shoved her hand into her mouth to silence her. Her subject trembled below her as she explored her with her fingers. Angela moaned as the woman continued to explore her, massaging her folds and exploring far inside her. Amelie began to thrust her fingers into her repeatedly and Angela couldn't take it. She wriggled around underneath her mistress just to be pinned down with more force. "Didn't I tell you not to struggle mon ange", as her fingers slowed to a halt. Angela lay on the bed and trembled. She needed more. "Listen to me! Didn't I tell you not to struggle!" This time in a harsher voice. Angela recoiled at Amelie's anger. "Yes m-mistress…. you did." She replied. "And did you do as I asked?" said Amelie, still talking in her harsh tone. "No…" replied the trembling angel, Amelie thrust four of her fingers into Angela, she cried out in surprise, but resisted her urge to struggle and gave herself to Amelie. Each thrust caused her to cry out and her eyes began to roll back. Just before she was sent over the edge Amelie slowed down. Angela was about to speak but was silenced by Amelie's finger over her lips. "Silence chèrie." Angela could only lie there at her mistress's control. "Do you promise to be a good girl?" "y-yes mistress" Angela replied. And with that Amelie lifted herself from Angela. Angela wanted to relieve herself but she resisted the urge and stayed lying down for her mistress like a good girl. Amelie brang herself face level with Angela's cunt and began use her skilled tongue to tease Angela. She continued to do this and Angela let out needy moans. Angela arched her back encouraging more. Amelie's tongue entered Angela and she felt the pleasure fill her again as Amelie's tongue brushed against her walls. In a trance she spread her legs wide and arched even further wanting more and more. Amelie's pace increased and it overpowered Angela once again. Amelie could tell her Angel was almost over the edge and slowed a little bit again. Angela whined needily. "please mistress…" she moaned. And with that Amelie thrust her tongue into Angela and she came. Angela spilled and went limp. Amelie licked her cum as her subject lay, there still recovering. "I am not done with you yet ange" whispered Amelie. Angela lay there speechless as Amelie pulled out a vibrator out from under the bed. "Do you want me to use this on you ma chérie?" Still recovering from her first orgasm Angela could only nod her head. She took the tool and pinned Angela to the bed once again. She wriggled slightly under her weight but she knew it was no use. "calmez-vous Angela" Angela tried to calm down but it was difficult. Amelie kissed her on the cheek, and brought the tool down to Angela's cunt, but pulled away. "I'm going to need some convincing mon ange…" Angela reached and slipped her hand into Amelie's panties and felt her wetness. She stroked it and caressed it. Amelie gasped as Angela entered her with her fingers. Angela continued relentlessly until Amelie came and collapsed. In a few seconds she had Angela pinned again. "I think I owe you this…" Amelie slipped the vibrator inside of Angela, she couldn't control herself. She lost her voice, and all she could do was whimper as Amelie traveled deeper and deeper. Angela came again. "You are just fine with me Chèrie." She stroked Angela's hair as she fucked her with the tool. Unable to move or speak, she lay there as she came several times more. "Goodnight mon ange…" and Angela fell unconscious.