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Subject: {ASSM} THE RESTAURANT Pt. 3 (MF, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast, rom)
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THE RESTAURANT Pt. 3 (MF, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast,
rom)
By callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
Copyright (C) 2002 by the author

Author's Note -- This story is sexual in nature. If you don't like sex
stories, or are under age 18, you should head on down the road and
find something else to pass your time.

Please do not repost in other fora without my permission. Do not
include in collections (profit or non-profit) without my permission.

We who write thrive on your comments and recognition of what we have
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considered. Enjoy the show.

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for Paula Janelle,
who increasingly delights
my ear and my eye,
my hand and my heart,
my song and my soul.

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CHAPTER THREE - Before Dinner 

"Good evening, Sir, Madam," the maitre d' said unctuously. "Do you
have reservations?" He was a middle-aged man, rather prissy in
appearance with his pursed lips and thin mustache.

"Of course," Kevin replied, his hand slipping along Paula's arm and
around her back. "For two, under the name of Mr. Singer and Ms.
Slut--" She breathed in sharply, not because of the name he had given,
but because he had grasped the back of her silk blouse and pulled it
back, firmly. She was acutely aware that her full breasts were now
outlined clearly, and the clamps and chain could be seen almost as
well as if her blouse was opened to the maitred d's view.

The man's eyes widened as his attention was drawn to the moving
fabric, and his lips parted for just a moment. He recovered quickly
and looked back at Kevin, who smiled knowingly.

Kevin finished his statement. "--skaya, Mr. Singer and Ms. Slutskaya."

The maitre d', having composed himself, smiled blandly. "Yes, two for
7:00 p.m. We have your table ready as requested, somewhat removed from
the main floor. If you will follow me, please?" He turned and started
into the dining room.

"Just one moment please," Kevin said. Turning to Paula, he swept her
into his arms and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her back
and down to her ass, tugging again at her leather skirt.

The couple behind them muttered their incredulity at the "obscene
display". Paula blushed, knowing that they could see her half-bared
buttocks. She wanted to reach back and pull it down, but knew she dare
not do so without Kevin's permission. She whispered in his ear,
"Please Master, the man is waiting."

He held for a moment longer, then took the hem of her skirt and drew
it down. The lowest curves of her firm, round globes still showed
slightly, but she was no longer so openly displayed. Kevin looked over
her shoulder at the waiting couple and smiled tauntingly. "You see?
She is incorrigible, my slut is. Would that I had a sedate and vanilla
lady such as you, madame. My life would be much more...mainstream."

He offered his arm for Paula, who slipped her hand into the crook,
laying it along Kevin's forearm. She smiled up at him as he nodded to
the maitre d', who led them into the restuarant proper.

Their table was indeed removed from the main dining floor. It was in a
corner of the palm garden room, and the arrangement of walls and
planters screened it from all but two other tables. The layout of
furniture was also such that diners at the two visible tables would
mostly be facing away from whomever sat there. In addition, both seats
were on the same side of the table to allow for easy serving from the
front. Of course it would also allow for some delightful semi-public
play for the Master and his girl.

As they approached the corner, Kevin spoke softly to her.

"You will thank the maitre d' when we reach our table, my slut." His
voice was firm, with an edge of suppressed devilishness.

"How would you like me to do so, Master?" Paula asked quietly. She
looked at him, and his face bore the faint trace of a smile.

"I trust to your imaginative nature, little whore, as I did outside.
Impress me."

She felt a tingle in her sex at his words, and wetness was spreading
again down the warm, pink opening hidden beneath her skirt. Her mind
tumbled with ideas and images as they reached the table.

The maitre d' stepped aside to allow them to sit.

Kevin immediately slid into his place, an act which caused the maitre
d' to raise an eyebrow. Seeing that her companion was not going to
help the lady, he stepped behind the table and pulled out Paula's
chair.

"If madame would care to be...." His words died in his throat as Paula
turned her back to him, reaching back and slowly pulled up her leather
skirt, baring her buttocks completely. His eyes bulged out as her
hands carressed the plump cheeks and spread them slightly, showing the
thin line of her thong nestled deep in the cleft between.

She began to settle on the chair, turning slightly and smiling up as
the maitre d' automatically slipped it against her legs as she sat.

"Thank you, sir," Paula said huskily. "This slut appreciates your
consideration." Her lips curved warmly, and her tongue toyed across
the red flesh seductively as she gazed up at him. She reached up to
pat his hand, allowing it to brush across the front of his immaculate
trousers.

"Y-y-you're v-very w-w-welcome, m-madam," he said. Shaking his head,
he stepped away from the table. He spoke hurriedly. "We welcome you to
Tiramisu your waiter will be with you in a moment thank you for dining
with us this evening!" Then turning on his heel he rushed away with
only one quick backward glance.

Kevin laughed heartily.

"Oh my, the look on his face was PRICELESS!" he said. "Very well done
indeed, sweet slut!" He leaned closed to her and kissed her firmly,
his tongue pressing against her lips.

Paula responded passionately, her nerves afire with excitement from
having so openly teased the maitre d'. "Thank you, Master," she panted
between kisses, her hands raising to touch his chest and his cheek. "I
know how much you love to see my bottom, so I thought perhaps a nice
look at mine might please him as well."

"I am jealous, slut, you shook your naughty ass at him and not at me!"
Kevin was smiling as he said it, and his hand slipped down her back
yet again and squeezed the upper part of her bottom. Leaning back
against the wall, he looked down and his grin widened. "My, my, what a
nasty girl you are! Sitting there with your skirt up and your bare
cheeks rubbing against the chair."

She moaned softly as he brought a hand down on her thigh and began to
stroke. Her legs widened unconciously and, with her skirt pulled up,
anyone glancing beneath the table would have a very clear view of her
thong-covered sex. She shivered, and was glad the material was black
so that the spreading stain of her lust would not show in the warm
golden light of the restuarant.

"Are you truly jealous, Master?" she whispered. "Are you angry?"

Kevin shook his head. "Of course not, my love. You did exactly as I
wished, and I am very pleased. I must think of a suitable reward for
you."

Paula moaned softly as his hand slid up her thigh, gently tracing
patterns on the pale flesh as it teased toward her smooth pink shaved
mound. She closed her eyes and shuddered at the pleasure of his touch.

"Ah, a perfect reward! An orgasm!"

"Oh my god, Kevin, no!" Her eyes snapped open and she tried to close
her legs, but he was looking straight at her with eyes that brooked no
argument--and were very sexy. She felt her resistance drop away almost
immediately. "Oh god, Master, please..."

"Ahhhh, my poor slut, begging me for it now, are we?" She shook her
head, but it was too late. His hand snaked up and came to rest on her
mound, gently stroking her moist sex through the skimpy band of her
thong.

Paula quivered. Her legs slipped apart and she was very aware of the
room around her, and the way in which she was exposed. The shadows
under the table would not do a lot to hide the fact that she was being
fingered and rubbed if anyone should pass by. Her only hope was that
the quiet corner would remain empty of other diners.

Kevin's fingers were pulling the thong to the side, and she gasped as
she felt the cool air wash over her hairless pink lips. He was toying
with the puffy labia, letting the tips of his digits tease along the
length of the sensitive flesh. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes
wide, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the
waves of erotic delight poured through her body.

"Oh gaawwwdd, Master!" Paula sighed, arching her back and raising her
hips to meet the titillating contact.

His first finger slipped into the heat of her cunt and she bit her
lip, trying to keep from screaming out the lust which suddenly
consumed her. Her erotic dance in the parking lot, her display to both
the couple at the restaurant's door and to the maitre d' had primed
her for the ecstasies her Master was now visiting on her rosy, sodden
mound.

Kevin had moved his chair closer to hers, and she was vaguely aware
that his body was blocking hers from easy viewing. She also felt his
knee between hers, and it registered deep in her mind that this too
would prevent anyone not close by from seeing her pussy filled by her
lover's strong fingers. Vaguely, she was grateful at his
consideration, but she was much more concerned that her craving for
sexual release not be denied this time.

Paula turned her head, bringing her lips to his ear, her tongue
playing out to lick at the tender flesh before she whispered, begging,
pleading, "Please, Master, please, dear god let me cum, let your slut
pour out her passion, please let me cummmmm!"

His answer was to bring the hand which was not fingering her to her
head, tugging her hair and turning her face to his. His mouth settled
on hers, taking her, possessing her, just as he pushed two more
fingers into her sopping cleft and began to move them firmly and
quickly.

His tongue plunged in with the same rhythm and for a long minute they
clung to each other before orgasm exploded through her loins. It
roared from her belly to her brain and burned with a fire that  made
her scream--but Kevin's lips and mouth stifled her cries of passion.
She quickly grew quiet again, his arms tenderly holding her.

When they separated, Paula was gasping for breath and a light sheen of
perspiration covered her cheeks. She looked at Kevin, a bit
glassy-eyed, and moaned softly.

He straightened his tie and jacket and smiled back at her. "Was that
good for you, my slut?" he asked, and she nodded, still unable to
speak from the swift and powerful climax that had thundered through
her body. "I am glad, dearest, and I think that gentleman rather
enjoyed watching you too." He was looking over her shoulder and she
turned quickly, seeing a young, good-looking member of the wait staff
standing just beyond the row of planters and palms, blushing furiously
at having been caught observing. She turned bright red as well.

Kevin motioned him to come to the table, chuckling.

"I'm terribly sorry sir, ma'am," he began but Kevin cut him off.

"Perfectly all right, my good fellow, my slut doesn't mind when people
watch her, as long as they are discreet. It is just that she is so
insatiable that at times she is impossible to control. On the other
hand, my sex life is quite fulfilling, if a bit dangerous at times."

Paula blushed, both at being described as a sex-hungry slut, and at
being spoken about as if she were not present. She felt herself, so
recently sated by her incredible orgasm, growing lustful again. Oh my
god, I must be crazy, I'm actually liking all of this, she thought,
and sighed when she felt the answer deep inside. Yes, I am. I
am...please Master, more!

The young man stammered a bit, his eyes moving back and forth between
the woman he had just observed in the throes of climax, and the man
she was with who continued to speak to him. He thought the woman was
very attractive, for someone 10 or 15 years older than himself, with
high, well rounded breasts and dressed rather provocatively. He was
sure she was not wearing a bra, and the thin silk of her top seemed to
show impressions of something on her breasts that he could not make
out. He shifted slightly to hide his growing erection.

"I gather you are the sommelier?" Kevin was asking, and he replied
with a yes. "Good! What excellent vintage do you have for an apertif?"

Paula sat and listened, her eyes hooded as she watched her beloved,
the one she was calling Master, and felt the present mellifluous joy
of his voice and the past residue of the pleasure he had given her
making her tingle.

She wondered what he would do next.

She could hardly wait to find out.


<TO BE CONTINUED>

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