(This story continues from Marie's Cry for Help. Maestro and Marie have left the sex club where they were hoping to find a woman to join them for a threesome. Being unsuccessful in this pursuit, Marie ultimately consents to being taught a lesson about taking on Maestro at his most lustful. They have just returned home...)
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"Oh shit Maestro, my legs are cramping up."
"Mmm, too much dancing and intense orgasms and not enough water, my pet," Maestro purred.
He eased the car into the narrow parking stall. I slid off the seat, reached for the door and tried to cover my engorged pink clit and pussy lips with my little thong.
"You left a puddle of cum on the seat, Marie. Are you going to clean that up?" Maestro questioned disapprovingly. "You're going to lick it up. Get on your knees, NOW! Lick it up or else I'm going to punish you. Right here, even with all the security cameras. My nasty, horny fuck toy ... your lessons are just starting."
He tapped the riding crop menacingly across his palm, his unmistakable massive cock filling his tight camouflage pants as he turned toward me. I quivered, knowing the beating he would deliver upon my ass if I disobeyed.
"Yes Maestro. I'll lick it up for you. I'll be good for you, I'll be a good girl."
I turned to shut the passenger side door, but in an instant, Maestro was behind me. He grabbed my dog collar and pulled me backwards, whispering in my ear, "That's not good enough Marie. Not fast enough. I don't think you take my orders seriously, so I'm going to punish you. Now bend over and let me see your ass!"
I stumbled forward as Maestro released my collar. I leaned against the car and spread my legs wide apart, revealing my ass to him.
"Not there, Marie. I want you to put your face on the seat. I want you to see the mess you made when I spank you!"
I complied quickly, hearing Maestro growl like an angry Japanese father behind me.
"Grr... Kitanai!"
My ass was now sticking up high in the air as I gripped onto the car seat. The little puddle of creamy white cum I left on the seat was only inches from my face.
"Oh that's good, Marie. That's a good little pet. After this spanking, you'll never, EVER cum on my car seat again without asking."
SLAP! SLAP!
"OH!"
The sound of the riding crop hitting my tender right ass cheek echoed through the concrete parking garage.
"Maestro, someone is here."
The familiar sound of the metal gate grinding open didn't stop Maestro. He was unconcerned that someone from our complex might see my punishment.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three more quick blows on the left cheek. A car idled as it waited for the gate to close, then approached us.
"They'll see your bare ass getting punished Marie. I'm not finished with you yet."
Maestro struck three more blows on my right cheek in quick succession. Both cheeks stung from his slaps. Warm, delicious stings. I trembled, daring him to continue my punishment as I pushed my ass higher.
The pain from the riding crop spanking turned from the familiar sharp stinging sensation to a warmth that spread across my ass, bringing with it waves of pleasure. Not all of the flogging tools Maestro uses on me give me the same pleasure, but at the moment I love the riding crop more than the whip or ping pong paddle. The sting upon impact is sharp, and almost makes me yelp in pain, but the ensuing sensations are almost beyond words. Even from a writer! Maestro says nothing makes my pussy get wetter faster - almost more than his fingers, tongue or cock. I feel pleasure through my body like waves at high tide.
"Oh fuck Maestro, please I'll be good next time! Promise I won't cum on your car seat again. Let me lick it up, baby. I'll show you I can be a good little cum toy for you."
"You're going to lick up all your cum, Marie. Oh yes, you're going to clean up your mess. But did I say your punishment is complete? Did I? Oh no baby, your ass is MINE!"
SLAP! SLAP!
The riding crop bit against the soft flesh close to my pussy. "Ooooohhhh fuck baby! Owwwwww that's so good ... please the car, Maestro ... what if they're our neighbours?"
I turned my head slightly, anxious to see if the approaching car had turned down our aisle. In that instant, I heard Maestro unzip his military pants and press his massive cock against my red and tender ass.
"Then our neighbours will see us fucking Marie! They hear us fucking all the time anyways," he chuckled.
He teased my pussy on top of my little black thong with the head of his cock, nudging it in my dripping pussy just an inch, then rubbing it around in large circles to stimulate my clit. My little black thong had no chance of surviving Maestro's determination to fuck me in the parking garage. He ripped it aside, exposing my pink swollen lips. In an instant, he forced all 8 inches inside my pussy, pushing me forward until my head almost knocked the parking brake. Silent, wordlessly, Maestro tore into my pussy with all his strength. With one hand bracing himself on the roof of the car and the other rimming my asshole, he taught me a lesson in obedience.
The car rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts. His cock rammed my juicy pussy up to my cervix, battering me into submission. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound or arouse any attention. And trying not to drool on the car seat - I couldn't leave another mark on the seat! I saw a set of headlights reflected against the car before I heard the engine creep closer.
"Maestro! The car, it's getting closer to us. Please baby ... oooohhhh fuck fuck fuck!" I stopped protesting as Maestro slipped a finger into my ass. Just one, just an inch. Oh he knows how to make me cum fast.
"Oh Marie, you love it when I play with your ass, don't you? Don't you??"
"Yes, please I love getting fucked in the ass. More Maestro, more baby, oh fuck I want more." I momentarily forgot about the approaching car. All I cared about was my impending orgasm.
"Yes Marie, oh baby you're going to take my cock harder now. I'm going to cum soon in your pussy. Are you ready? Ohhhhh take it Marie! Take it now!"
The car slowed down as it passed us. I looked up to see the driver turn and stare. He could see Maestro bracing himself on the roof of the car. If he looked closely through the driver-side window, he could see my face and ass in the air. He pulled into a spot almost directly across from us. In order to get to the elevator, he would have a direct view of us fucking.
Maestro slipped another finger into my ass, then another. His three fingers pushed hard, those long fingers invading me, stretching me, and owning me.
"Yes, oh God Maestro please don't stop. Oh my ass, my pussy, I'm so close, oh fuck so close. More baby, please fuck me just a bit more!" I babbled on incomprehensibly now as the threat of someone else watching my punishment - watching me cum - became real. The car's engine stopped. A door opened and closed. Footsteps echoed toward us, closer and closer.
"Oh Marie, oh baby look at your ass. You're just swallowing my fingers so easily, my little ass slut. I want you to put on a show now. Can you do that, Marie? You're not going to cum until I say so! Right? You cum when I want you to!" He yanked his fingers out of my ass, then gripped my collar again, hard, jerking my head back.
"Yes ... yes Maestro," I pleaded, feeling the cool air tickle my stretched and distended asshole.
"OK baby, I'm going to make you cum. You're going to cum right in front of this stranger. Now ... NOW!" The force of Maestro's final thrust shook the car just as the footsteps rounded the corner.
"Maestro I'm cumming, oh fuck me ... FUUUUCCKK ... oh dear fucking God my pussy." My muscles convulsed, squeezing his enormous cock as a tsunami orgasm rocked my body against the car seat. Any concern over getting caught extended the waves. I pressed my face into the car seat, leather and cum filling my nostrils.
"Oh hey, having car troubles? It was shak ... oh, uh, shit sorry ... well, yeah I'll just go, leave you to ... oh fuck. Sorry man." The male voice startled me out of my orgasm as his footsteps quickened and faded away into the concrete maze.
"Mmmm Marie you gave that guy a little show. He saw your bare ass. Your red and bruised ass getting fucked, baby." Maestro wrapped his fingers around my collar, whispering in my ear as he slipped his cock from my well-fucked pussy. My body exhaled and excreted evidence from our public fucking - sweat pouring from my face and down my neck, our cum dripping from my pussy and down my legs.
"Maestro, is that all he saw? Just my ass?" I babbled and tried to lift myself up from the seat. "I can't believe he heard me cum like that!"
"Well baby, you needed to be taught a lesson. I can make you cum whenever I want, doesn't matter where we are. Doesn't matter who's around." I felt his military uniform press against my back as he zipped up his camo fatigues. "I think sometimes you forget who owns your pussy, and why you wear that collar. I need to remind you it isn't a pretty necklace, Marie."
"You own my pussy, baby. You do, Maestro. I love my collar - showing everyone that I'm your fuck toy."
"Good girl. That's what I want to hear, Marie." Maestro stroked my ass, pulling the thin black thong over my still swollen pussy slips. "But your punishment isn't complete yet, isn't it? There's still cum on my car seat, and you promised to lick it all up."
I shuffled forward slightly so my face was over my creamy puddle of cum. Slowly, as if to exaggerate each move for Maestro's approval, I dipped just the tip of my tongue into the pool of cum. I let the cum sit on my tongue for a moment, before lapping up more noisily. I licked my lips, raising my head slightly so Maestro could see my obedience, my dedication to submit to any punishment he could offer. He curled his fingers through the back of my hair, pulling my head back at an angle to look directly into my eyes.
