I want to lower my arms and grasp her pelvic bone handles to drive her up and down the length of my engorged shaft. Instead I obey, and merely lock my hands together by grasping one thumb and wrapping my fingers around my fist like a claw. My mind flutters with so many sensual feelings bombarding it at once. Her nipples barely peeking over the top, her moist tunnel contracting around my cock as she moves a slow rhythmic up and down stroke. The foreign hotel room decor, with her own vibrant scent beginning to mix with the sweat of our excursions. The feeling of the butt plug flexing as thrust my hips upward in time with her movements, and the knowledge that outside our room at least two men are getting ready to shoot their own loads as I allow my Mistress Red to dominate me.
Her eyes half close and those beautiful reddish pink lips are slightly parted as her breath comes in rhythmic bursts timing with each forward thrust of her hips. My own hips thrusting upward in time with hers, my will power fades as she loses her dominant control to her own needs. Unclasping my hands I reach up to pull very slowly on the ribbon ends that hold the top of her bustier together so that the fast movement doesn't snap her mind back to her domination mode. As the bow parts her bustier slowly spreads open until only the bottom part of the bustier has any ribbon holding it together at all.
The deep cleavage of her breast spreads apart as her breast is no longer restricted by the bustier's uplifting function. Her beautifully abundant breast hang over me as her breathing continues to deepen. As her eyes start to glaze over she lets herself fall forward supporting herself over me with her arms as the first orgasm rips through her. Thoughts of the men in the parking lot watching and cars driving past are the only thing that has kept me from coming, even though that thought in itself is exciting me also, but in a different way.
We have talked many times and even acted a couple times on threesomes, or meeting with another couple. I even had her leaning over a 12th floor balcony as I took her from behind, but we never noticed anyone watching. I am at odds on if I should tell my Red about them or not yet. Instead I reach up and catching her straps with my thumbs I push them over her shoulders and allow the bustier to free itself. As the material hinders her movement she thrusts one arm out and then practically throws the garment away from her.
Now nude all the way down to her garter belt and stockings I notice that sometime unnoticed by me she had shed her thong. The men in the parking lot must have an amazing view. The thought of them being able to see her moisture smearing over my cock brings myself that much closer to orgasm. Grabbing her hips as her energy starts to flag I physically drive her on further. Soon she collapses the rest of the way onto me. Her arms no longer supporting her as her body once again spasms in orgasm and a guttural moan escapes her lips.
Letting her roll over onto her back I slide out from under her as she sprawls out angled across the bed. Scooting off the end of the bed I look out the door at the men who are no longer even trying to hide the fact that they are watching, and say, "The wind is picking up outside." Looking down at her as she lays still, eyes closed, and with her hands laying out in a position of surrender. With a one sided grin I just shake my head and say, "Oh no you don't." Bending I grab her legs just above the knees and pull her to the end of the bed so that her legs dangle over the edge.