Maestro Dominates Marie Pt 04

I stumbled slightly up the stairs to the 3rd floor, still trembling from our previous stairwell fuck. Before I had a chance to ask Maestro if we should go up another flight to the next landing, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me face first towards the concrete wall. His hot breath on the back of my neck and ears contrasted the cold wall against my cheek.

"We didn't finish what we started last time, did we, Marie? Maestro whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fuck you again. Harder! I hope you're still wet," he cautioned. I turned toward him and saw the telltale wicked grin on his face. I shivered against the wall.

"Ye ... sssss ... Maestro. I promise I'm still wet for you." Totally submitting to his control, especially in public, makes me hornier than anything I could have imagined.

"Hmmmmm ... good girl, Marie. You are ready." I felt his cock pressing against my ass, and my thong, still wet from our before-lunch cum. I reached behind me in vain, trying to adjust the thong, but Maestro pulled it down too quickly. He then caught my flailing hand, and held it over my head. "You won't need your hands, Marie. So they stay here." He grabbed my other hand and with just his left hand, immobilized both my hands.

A loud slap, what could have been his hand spanking my ass, was instead the sound of my belly hitting the cold concrete wall. "Aaaaagghhhhhheeeeeeee," I couldn't control my scream, failing to muffle them against the wall, as Maestro's cock filled my pussy in a hard thrust, almost harder than anytime before. He withdrew as quickly as he filled me, then slammed me again, even harder. I drooled against the wall, only silent screams escaping my lips now. I rocked my body as much as I could against the wall, preparing my pussy for the next onslaught.

This is Maestro's way. He knows my limits and every time we fuck, he crosses them by the smallest of degrees. The way he manipulates my clit and pussy, slaps my thighs and ass, bites my ankles and ear lobes - no part of my body is off limits to his sexual lessons. "I will always push you. That's the only way you will learn, Marie. You know that." Maestro tells me that, sometimes when I'm inspecting the blue purple bruises on my legs. "They're so you remember your lessons. Plus you love them, don't you?" I do. I love the way he marks my body.

"I couldn't hear you, Marie? Did you like that? Did you? Maestro's low voice filled my ears as my pussy twitched uncontrollably. My muscles were weak and all I could do was whisper to him.

"Yes Maestro. I loved that. Please, I ... uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh ...oooooohhhhhhhhh," I couldn't finish my sentence as Maestro filled me again, not as hard, but at the same time inserting his middle finger into my ass. "Oh my ass, my ass ... Maestroooooooo ... I'm feel so full." Maestro ignored my moans and kept sliding his cock in my pussy and finger in my ass together. It didn't take long for my ass to loosen, as we had a good long anal session only a week ago. I swear my asshole still closes up fine, but doesn't take a lot not - even just a finger - to get me ready for his cock. We heard vague noises from the top of the stairs - it could have been voices or dishes clattering - we ignored it, caught up in our fucking.

"You're so nice and loose now, Marie. How about this?" Maestro jammed his pointer finger into my stretched out ass. "Can you even feel this? Mmmmmmm ... I've done such a nice job preparing your ass for my cock." He laughed wickedly. He told me before the trip we would have substantial "anal days". Days to relieve my pussy so we can keep fucking yet not wear out any of my holes. He pushed his two fingers so deep I could feel the knuckles of his hand pressing against me.

"Yes Maestro. You've trained my ass well." Voices from upstairs grew louder and louder as he spread his two fingers and wrapped them on either side of his cock, now rapidly increasing as I could hear Maestro panting now too. We'd already been there for over 10 ten minutes, and if anyone saw us now they'd see his thick glistening cock stretching my pussy while his two fingers rolled and twisted inside my now-relaxed asshole. "Ohhhhhhhh ... fuuuuucccckkkkk ... mmmmmmm ..." my pussy started to spasm and grip Maestro's magnificent cock. "Please Maestro, can I cum now? Please?" The words were barely audible with my face still pressed against the cold concrete.

"Oh yes, Marie, you're going to cum now. And I don't care who hears you!' Maestro commanded as he gripped my hair and pulled my head back, screams now echoing up the stairwell.

"Aaaaeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Just as Maestro jammed three fingers into my pink stretched asshole, the door swung open above us. The waiter wasn't so patient this time as he sauntered down the stairs. Maestro pressed against me, barely covering my pussy and ass, in spasms from a shocking, hard, intense orgasm. I caught my breath, hiding my face against the wall, knowing that the waiter walked past me with Maestro's cock still filling my pussy with cum. Another orgasm rocked me as the waiter swung the door open to the 2nd floor. "My ass ... please fuck my ass Maestro ... I want your fingers ... more, more ... fuuuuuuucccccckkkkk ...," I lost all inhibitions as I begged Maestro to keep fingering my pink gaping asshole.

"You know that waiter is telling all his friends what he saw, don't you Marie?" Maestro whispered as he slammed his fingers deeper and deeper. "Don't you? You let a stranger see your well-fucked pussy. While you were cumming. Does that turn you on, baby?"

"Yeeeeeeesssss!" As Maestro's knuckles pressed against my stretched ass, shockwaves traveled through my pussy. Just as my next orgasm hit, Maestro released my arms and spanked my ass hard. Then harder. The stinging pain turned pleasure was almost unbearable. My legs turned to rubber, my body shook uncontrollably for what seemed like an eternity. I barely felt Maestro slowly slide his fingers from my gaping asshole. Cum and sweat stuck to my legs and thighs as Maestro bit my ear.

"I'm just getting started, Marie. Guess what? I own your ass now too." I turned my head slightly, disheveled hair sticking to the wall. His wicked grin made me shudder. His creative, devilish mind knows no bounds when it comes to fucking me.