Travis went along with Sarah on a business trip. She needed to inspect an apartment project that she had designed. While Sarah was out at the site, Travis took the opportunity to get in a workout. While he was down in the hotel gym, Sarah arrived to find the room empty. She figured he hadn’t gone far so she quickly undressed, put on her play collar, and knelt on the floor in front of the door. Her arms were folded behind her back and her legs were spread apart. The thought of Travis coming through the door at any time was already making her hot.

They were staying at the Hilton in Harrisburg, PA, in room 611, with a view of downtown. There were a few nice bars and restaurants on the strip, and as it was Friday, things were starting to pick up. People were still in the office buildings across the way, and many more were down on the street either going home or finding a bar for happy hour. And there was Sarah, kneeling naked in front of the door, her taught body waiting to hear the key card in the lock.

Sarah was dripping wet from anticipation when she heard the card unlatch the door. She stiffened and lowered her head.

“What’s this?” said Travis with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Master.”

“I see that, love.” He smiled at his girl on the floor and then circled her. She could feel him move the air around her and she tensed even more.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. Sarah obeyed without hesitation. He circled her again. Travis was already aroused at the idea of his girl kneeling there, waiting for him. He pulled his cock over the top of his shorts and tapped her on the cheek with it. Sarah didn’t budge. She remained there with her mouth open as he had instructed. He then slipped his cock into her waiting mouth and grabbed her by the back of the head. He pushed his cock fully inside her mouth as far as he could, Sarah wasn’t expecting that on the first thrust and she gagged. Still, she stayed in place, eyes tearing a bit. Travis took a few more thrusts into her mouth and throat. This time she was ready for it and took him to the hilt. Travis laid his hand on her cheek.

“Good girl. Stand, please,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir.” Sarah stood and Travis inspected her body from top to bottom gently brushing his hand over her head, her cheeks, and her throat. He caressed her breasts and made his way down to her smooth pussy. He was pleased with how she cared for herself. He ran his hand around her waist to the small of her back and then traced up to the nape of her neck. He, then, grabbed her throat and drew her along with him to the window, and pushed her against it. The glass was warm. It had been warmed by the sun all day. Her breasts pushed against the pane. Travis took her hands and placed them on the glass over her head so she could support herself.

Sarah looked out at the mini-city. From this point of view it could be Baltimore or Philadelphia. She looked down at the people on the street, and in window-seats at the restaurants and bars. Had they looked up, they would have seen her too, a proud radiant woman about to be fucked by the man she loved.

Travis stood behind her, and caressed her breasts as she looked out the window. Then he pushed her legs open with his foot and ran his fingers down her body to her now soaking wet pussy. With his fingers, he opened her lips, and suddenly pushed his cock inside her. She groaned as her body pressed against the window. She was sure everyone below could hear her. Travis thrust into her again and again, fucking her for all the world to see. Sarah wanted to keep looking at the multitude, she wanted to keep scanning the crowd to see if anyone saw them. There was a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of being seen. Involuntarily, though, Sarah squeezed her eyes closed as Travis continued to pound her cunt.

“Open your eyes,” came his voice from behind her, and he stopped moving.

“No!” she cried at the sudden halt. She quickly corrected herself. “Yes, Sir.” She opened her eyes, and he started pushing into her again.

“Look at them,” he instructed. “They are watching you. They’re watching me fuck my whore.” She looked around wildly, trying to catch a glimpse of someone looking up.

“That one is envious of you. She wants someone to fill her cunt. And that one over there is envious of me. He wishes he had a sexy whore who would fuck him in front of everyone.” An energy built from inside them. Sarah’s pussy was pulsating, her breath was irregular, and her groans were becoming screams of pleasure. Travis felt the pressure building at the base of his spine.

“Are you my whore?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. I’m your whore. Fuck me like your whore.” With those words, Travis exploded inside her. Sarah could feel the rush of hot cum as her body shook. Her eyes closed again as they came together. Her knees buckled and Travis caught her.

When she regained her equilibrium, and her eyes opened, she looked across the street where a beautiful blond woman had been in an office window watching them. There was sadness and longing in her eyes as she watched Travis sweep Sarah into his arms and start to carry her to the bed. The two women held eye contact for as long as they could, and then the woman in the office raised her hand. Sarah gave her a little wave back, and a slight smile spread across the woman’s lips as she turned back to her work.

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