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Subject: {ASSM} THE RESTAURANT Pt. 4 (MF, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast)
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THE RESTAURANT Pt. 4 (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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kudos, or even your dislikes. Suggestions for further stories also
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 FOUR - The Wine

"Yes, the Campari will make a wonderful opening to the meal," Kevin
said briskly, glancing at Paula with a quirky smile. His eyes wandered
down her body, past the silk-covered orbs of her breasts, across her
delightfully rounded tummy, to the leather skirt that still was hiked
around her waist. A gentle, further upturning of the corners of his
mouth, and Kevin turned back to the wine steward. "Might I borrow your
towel for a moment, please?"

The young man, still gulping and wide-eyed from the view he had
enjoyed of Paula's climax, handed over the linen cloth, clean and
white. He watched, shuffling slightly as Kevin moved the square of
fabric down, under the edge of the table, between her still-spread
legs. He gasped as it was pushed beneath the woman's skirt.

It was clear from the motion of Kevin's hand that he was rubbing the
towel over his lover's sex. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped
out, her teeth nipping it as her eyes closed and she purred with
delight. The soft linen was carressing her still-dripping mound,
drying her wetness.

A few moments more, and the towel was withdrawn, Kevin laying it over
the steward's arm. The young fellow stared at it, stained with the
juices of Paula's lust and orgasm. The flavorful scent of citrus and
female musk rose from it, and the couple both smiled as he moved his
arm to hide the now throbbing bulge in his pants.

"Thank you, my good man," Kevin said. "My slut becomes so aroused at
times, and her private areas so wet, that I must see to it that she is
dried or else she gets the most irritating rash. Your assistance is
most appreciated."

Coming to himself, the wine steward shuffled awkwardly. "I will have
your Campari in a few moments, sir, madam," he said, then scurried
off, apparently grateful to get away from the playful pair.

"That was cruel, Master," Paula chided, leaning close to plant a kiss
on her lover's cheek. "The poor man was so excited I am sure he was
aching."

"You do that to people, my slut," Kevin replied, slipping his arm
around her waist and drawing her closer.  "Three so far tonight, by my
count. Four if we assume that male member of the couple at the
entrance was as intrigued with your charms as every other man." His
tongue slithered along the rim of her ear, making her shiver with
delight.

"Ohhhhh, and I've never had a rash down there, honey--I mean Master,
you're always so quick to kiss me clean!" She giggled as he nipped her
ear.

"Teasing slut," he growled, "tread carefully, for while you have done
very well tonight and deserved your reward, you can as easily make a
wrong turn and require punishment!" His tongue darted into the warm
darkness of her ear for a moment, then slid out.

Kevin's hand slid up and down her side, carressing, then moving up to
fondle the fullness of her left breast. She moaned softly as he
squeezed firmly and weighed the plump globe in his palm. Then his
thumb and forefinger curled around her nipple, squeezing once before
slipping down the clamp which still bit deliciously into the tender
nub.

Paula sighed, the bright fire of pain-pleasure beginning to burn.
Kevin's lips met hers for a brief tender kiss before he looked down,
his fingers now moving down to tug on the chain which joined the left
clamp to the right. She gasped once more as he tugged firmly on the
silk-covered metal, causing a new flaring in her right nipple. She
leaned back in her chair and allowed Kevin to do as he pleased.

The sound of conversation distracted him, and he looked up to see an
elderly couple sitting at the nearest table, just a few feet across
the alcove.

"It looks as if we have company, my slut," he said quietly, and Paula
trembled, seeing the newcomers and wondering what her lover intended
to do.

The whole evening had been a delight to her, as well as a revelation.
She had never known that such a broad and overpowering streak of
exhibitionism lay dormant inside. The need to show herself, even
though she was embarrassed by the display of her nakedness and her
passion, was a fresh discovery that made her feel like a girl who was
just discovering her sexuality. While part of her wanted to hide, she
imagined flinging herself wide open to the view of all, but most
especially to her Master whose pleasure and amusement at her slutty
display would almost certainly be unbounded.

Paula leaned against Kevin and sighed. Her hand slipped down and over
his thigh, cupping the V of his crotch. His cock was hard against her
hand, and she wished she could draw it out and stroke him here at the
table--but this was her fantasy, not his. She left her hand on his
erection, though.

"Are you still wet, slut?" he asked suddenly, catching her in her
reverie. She bit her lip and blushed.

"Yes, Master, this slut is very wet still," she answered, her voice
husky. Indeed she could feel her juices still flowing, the inner walls
of her pussy seeping. "I am still very excited."

Kevin's grin was exquisitely devilish. "You are enjoying being
displayed, as I knew you would. Let us see then how we can increase
your pleasure--and your blushing."

His hands, which had been lightly playing with the chain and clamps,
moved up again to cup the round firmness of her breasts. For a few
moments, he squeezed and stroked the D-cup orbs, even bending to place
a soft kiss on their silk-enclosed loveliness. Paula mewled and her
free hand came up to pet his hair as his head dipped.

His fingers began to toy with the buttons of her blouse, and before
she could protest, Kevin had undone the first three. He pulled gently
on the fabric, drawing it apart. The deep cleft between the breasts
was revealed, and she shivered at the brush of his beard against the
exposed flesh.

He continued to draw on the fabric of her blouse, his head dipping
lower. Paula suddenly felt his breath over the fourth button, hot and
damp against the silk and her flesh beneath it. Hardness touched her
then, and she trembled, realizing he was working the next button with
his teeth. When the joiner separated from the buttonhole, the tugging
of his hands continued to bring the sides of her top apart.

"Ohhh, Master, you're baring my breasts!" she gasped, her hands
reflexively tightening on his cock and his hair. She held him against
her, her heart pounding, knowing that if he raised his head from her
torso, she would be fully exposed from navel to neck. In addition, the
chain and clamps which bound nipple to nipple would also be fully
visible to the elderly couple across the way, or to anyone else
happening by.

Kevin shook her hand from his head and sat back up in his chair.

"Gaawddd, I feel so depraved," Paula moaned, feeling his eyes on her.
She wondered what he saw, and what he thought.

The healthy, pink flesh of her breasts lay exposed to the cool air,
and to any eyes that cared to look. Large and with just a little sag,
they appeared like beautiful, tasty fruit--pineapples in their oval
splendor, Kevin thought, capped with the rich brownish-pink of her
aureole and the thick length of her nipples, so eminently suckable. At
least they were when they were not surrounded by silver clamps that
squeezed them wickedly, as they were now.

He licked his lips, but resisted the urge to kiss the nubs he knew
were throbbing and tender. "You are lovely, Paula," he said sotto
voce. "Your breasts are the most beautiful I have ever seen, laid bare
like this. Even the clamps and chain add to your incredible sexiness
and beauty."

She stared back at him, once more her mouth working, no words coming
forth. She was at once both terribly abashed and incredibly aroused.
Her nipples had grown harder, causing the clamps to bite more
severely, sending jolts of sexual hunger lancing through her body. The
knowledge that two older people could turn their heads at any moment
and see her sitting at the table, bare-breasted and with her skirt
pushed up high on her thighs made her heart race and her breathing
growing ragged.

Kevin leaned close to her and kissed her gently on the eyes.
"Everything is fine, my love," he whispered, "Just relax. No one is
looking, and no one cares. You are naked only to me. You need not
fear."

Paula sat, gazing at her lover and blushing furiously. Her pussy was
so wet and she wanted to run her hands between her legs and play with
herself while he watched. She had climaxed barely 10 minutes before,
but now she was so excited she wanted it again--and again. Gazing into
Kevin's eyes, a little smile quirked her lips.

"I-I wish.." Her voice trailed off and she turned even pinker at his
amused look.

"What do you wish, my slut?"

She felt the heat between her legs swelling, the moistness growing on
her labia and oozing slowly down her thighs. "I w-wish they would
l-look," she blurted. "I w-wish th-they would s-see my breasts, s-see
me b-being a slut f-for y-you!"

He laughed aloud at her words, bending close and kissing her deeply,
his tongue slipping into her mouth as he embraced her. She sighed with
happiness and slid her arms around him as well, holding him tight.
Over his shoulder, she could see the elderly couple looking toward
them, smiling. She realized that Kevin's laugh and his embrace had
both attracted their attention and covered her nakedness. She wasn't
sure whether she was gladdened or disappointed by that.

When he sat back, Paula smiled warmly at him. "Am I truly lovely,
Master?" she asked. She brought her hands to her breasts and cupped
them for him, lifting them slightly and leaning toward him. She
bounced them just a little, and delighted at the way his tongue played
across his lips as he looked at her.

"You are indeed, my slut, the loveliest woman I know, and not just
because you are sitting here bare-breasted in the finest restuarant in
town. Because you are a beautiful woman from the inside out as well as
from the  outside in, that is why you are lovely." Kevin reached up
and caressed Paula's cheek. She smiled and turned her head to kiss his
palm. She missed the flicker of his eyes over her shoulder.

The sommelier came around the palms and planters and stepped up to the
table, the bottle of wine in his hands, the cork half-pulled in
preparation for decanting to the customers.

His eyes took in the scene: the man sitting back, looking at his lady
friend and she leaning forward just a bit, her blouse opened and her
breasts naked. Her hands were fondling the big globes, apparently for
the man's viewing pleasure.

They were gorgeous tits, he thought, especially on an older woman. His
cock, which had softened a bit as he had retrieved the wine, came
thundering back to erection as he stared at her. Her nipples were
large and erect, and his heart went pounding at the sight of the
silver clamps which squeezed them hard, and the golden chain swinging
gently between them.

He took an unconscious step forward, and tripped.

He caught himself, but the bottle of wine went flying. It struck the
edge of the table, and the cork popped out, spraying Campari all over
Paula. More specifically, all over her shoulders and breasts, dousing
them well.

Paula jumped backward at the same time as Kevin leapt to his feet and
grabbed the bottle, setting it upright on the table before more liquid
could spill out. The wine steward rushed up to the table, babbling
apologies.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry, I'm really, really sorry!" the young man
stammered as he pulled the towel from his arm and offered it to Paula.
Kevin intercepted his hand.

"Oh god, I'm all wet!" Paula giggled, appreciating the humor of it
all. Wine was dripping from her breasts and nipples and running down
the cleavage between them.

"Indeed you are, my slut," Kevin said, chuckling himself. "And you,
sir, do not need to worry. It was an accident. You were distracted."
He held the towel and looked down at his lover, then at the wine
steward, whose pants showed the reason for his distraction. A
diabolical grin curved his lips. "I'm afraid this towel will not be
enough. Young man, you created a mess and I think you should take my
slut to the ladies lounge and assist her in cleaning up."

Paula's eyes grew wide. "What?!"

The sommelier also was surprised. "I-I should--what, sir?"

"You caused her to be drenched with wine. I expect you to assist her
in cleaning up." He draped the towel over Paula's shoulders. At the
same time he pulled her blouse closed, though he left the buttons
unsecured.

"Are you crazy?" Paula said,looking up at her lover. His wicked smile
made her shiver.

"Would you excuse my slut and I for one moment, young man?" he asked.
The wine-steward was only too happy to get away from the crazy pair,
but Kevin's voice followed him. "Not too far please, you have a
responsibility here and I do not wish to have to send for the
manager."

Bending down to Paula, he kissed her firmly, tasting the wine on her
lips. "Mmmm, delicious. And no, I am not crazy. It is not wise to
anger your Master."

"But you want me to go with that man? What do you want me to do? I
don't understand!" The humor was suddenly gone. She was a bit put out,
she was wet, she was irked that the evening had suddenly fallen apart.

"I trust in your imaginative nature, my slut, and that you will accept
suitable assistance from the young man in cleaning up. Allow him to
accompany you to the ladies lounge. What you do then is up to you. Of
course, if perchance I am watching, you may not want to simply send
him away--I would be disappointed."

Paula looked at Kevin. She shivered. "You are an evil man, Master."
She felt the stirring in her loins, and the wetness on her breasts
made her shudder with sudden illicit pleasure. "You bring out the
nastiness in me, Sir, and make me a slut."

"The slut is in you already, my dear," Kevin replied. He motioned to
the wine-steward, who approached tenatively. "I am going to use the
men's room. You will take my slut to the ladies lounge and assist her
as she requires. Otherwise I will call the manager."

"No, no, sir," the young man said quickly. "It was all my fault, and
I'll be happy to help your--uh, friend."

Kevin chuckled and walked away. Paula laid her hand on the steward's
arm.

"Thank you. It will be relatively painless, I promise," she said. She
pressed against him, her wet breasts soaking through the silk to make
her quite visible to his astounded eyes. "I do appreciate your help in
getting cleaned up. Your towel was most helpful earlier."

"Uhhh, thanks." The young man groaned inwardly. This whole scene was
crazy! She had gorgeous breasts, her boyfriend called her slut, she
seemed to be coming on to him. He had no idea what would happen, but
he knew what he hoped.

He hoped it didn't get him fired.

<to be continued>

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