He dragged her out onto the hotel balcony at midnight, the city lights glittering below like a thousand watching eyes. "Strip," he ordered, voice low and rough. She shook her head, but his hand was already yanking her dress up and over her head. The thin fabric tore. Her bra and panties followed, tossed over the railing to flutter down into the street. Cool night air hit her bare tits and cunt, nipples tightening instantly.
"Hands on the railing. Spread your legs." She hesitated, heart hammering. He slapped her ass hard enough to sting. "Do it or I call everyone up here." She obeyed, gripping the cold metal, ass pushed out, pussy exposed to the open air and anyone who might look up from the sidewalk twenty floors below.
He stepped behind her, unzipping. His cock was already thick and hard. He rubbed the head between her folds without warning, smearing her reluctant wetness. "Look at that. Already getting slick for an audience. Dirty fucking slut." He thrust in deep on the first stroke, bottoming out. She gasped loud, the sound carrying. Cars passed below. Someone on the opposite building might see her tits hanging over the edge, her face flushed.
He fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping against her ass. Each thrust shoved her forward, making her tits bounce visibly. "Scream for them," he growled, reaching around to pinch her clit. "Let the whole street know you're getting railed out here like a whore." She bit her lip but a moan escaped anyway. He laughed, pulled out, and spun her around. Now facing the city, he lifted one of her legs and slammed back inside. The new angle hit deep. Her juices ran down his shaft, dripping onto the concrete.
Voices drifted up from the street. Two men walking below looked up, pointed. She tried to cover her chest but he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. "No hiding. They see everything. Your spread cunt taking every inch." He pounded faster, balls slapping. Her orgasm hit sudden and sharp, walls clenching around him. She cried out, the sound echoing off buildings. He didn't stop. He kept driving into her spasming pussy until she was shaking, legs weak.
He pulled out again, dragged her inside just far enough to bend her over the bed but left the balcony doors wide open. Anyone walking the hallway could glance in. He shoved back inside from behind, one hand fisting her hair to keep her head up so she faced the open air. "Tell me you want them to watch you come again." She whimpered no, but her body betrayed her, pushing back onto his cock. He reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles. "Say it."
"I… want them to watch," she gasped.
The admission made her cunt flutter. He groaned approval and fucked her through a second, messier orgasm. Her juices soaked the sheets. When he finally came, he pulled out at the last second and painted thick ropes across her ass and lower back, some splattering onto the balcony floor where it could be seen from below. He left her there, dripping, exposed, the city lights still shining on her naked, used body. She didn't move. The shame and heat mixed low in her belly, already making her want more.
