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Subject: {ASSM} THE RESTAURANT, Pt. 5 (MF, Mdom, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast, rom)
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THE RESTAURANT Pt. 5 (MF, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast,
Mdom, rom)

By callipigiman-*AT*-literotica.org or callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com

Copyright (C) 2003 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
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NOTE: The first four parts of this story were posted Feb. 6-7, 2003.
You can find them through Google?s newsgroup section in
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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 FIVE - The Lounge

The walk from their table to the rest rooms was much briefer than
Paula had feared. With her still-dripping breasts wetting the thin
silk of her blouse, she knew that every bit of their plumpness and
stiffened nipples could be easily seen. In addition, the blouse was
not fastened and each step caused it to move, revealing flashes of her
nakedness beneath the fabric.

She worried that everyone would notice her wicked display. To her
relief, no one really paid attention as they walked by. Except for one
table, the last that they passed.

It's occupants were the couple she had flashed at the front door. The
woman glanced at her frostily and turned away, but the man stared and
licked his lips. Paula gave a tiny, knowing smile, and set her
shoulders back as she looked at him. The blouse parted and she felt a
wave of warmth as the man's eyes bugged out, seeing (she imagined) an
exciting expanse of her naked flesh for a moment.

Paula clutched the wine-steward's arm as he led her into the hall
leading to the men's room and the lady's lounge. The intensity of her
lust at displaying herself again to the man she had teased earlier
surprised her. She had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist,
but she was distinctly enjoying the behavior she was being forced to
display tonight. She even felt a small rush of excitement at the
steward's gasp when her breasts pressed into his. God, she was turning
into such a slut!

Two more steps and they were in the hall, and the steward was reaching
out to open the door to the lady's lounge.

"Ummm, here we are, ma'am," he said quietly. "Uhhhh, shall I wait
here?"

Paula smiled seductively at the young man and shook her head. "No,
sir, you heard my lover. You must come in and help me clean up." She
pushed him ahead of her, through the door, into the room beyond. As
she stepped in herself, she felt a hand brush across her ass and heard
Kevin murmur something encouraging as he brushed past on his way to
the men's room. Tingling with growing excitement, she closed the door
and turned the lock.

The lady's lounge was a small room, tastefully decorated, with a door
leading to the adjoining restroom. A chaise stood against one wall,
opposite a marble counter with mirrors for women who wanted to touch
up their makeup.

Paula glanced around the room, looking for anyplace her Master could
be peeking in. She could see nothing evident, though there was a
closed (and presumably) locked door in the wall she presumed was
shared with the men's room. Biting her lip, she turned away and
stepped over to stand in front of the wine-steward. Whether Kevin was
watching or not, she was his to command, and he had commanded her to
accept "suitable assistance" from this young man.

Paula ran her eyes over the man from head to foot, and pursed her
lips. He was a pleasing example of the male sex, well-built, a dark
complexion, a nice face. She was especially delighted at the sizable
bulge which marked his pleated trousers. What to do, how to please
herself, her Master, and this poor young man?

"Well, here we are, will you help me please?" she said with a naughty
wink to her "assistant".

He gulped and blushed. "Uhhhh, what would you like me to do, ma'am,"
he asked, his voice raspy with nervousness. He held up the towel. "I
guess I could, uhhh, wipe you off."

"I don't think that will do," Paula mused, shaking her head.
"Perhaps..." She moved her hands up and slid her fingers around the
edges of the blouse in front, slowly parting it to reveal her
glistening breasts. Then she slipped the silk blouse from her
shoulders, pulling it off and dropping it in a mound of shiny fabric
on the chaise.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" The man choked as he stared at Paula, naked
from the waist up. His eyes drank in the sight of her full, slightly
jiggling mounds and the kinky and definitely exciting image of the
silver clamps that pressed around her large, stiff nipples and were
joined by a slender golden chain.

"What's your name?" Paula whispered as she stepped closer to the
wine-steward. He gulped and exhaled strongly, the rush of his breath
flowing across her wine-stained tits. She gasped at the intense erotic
sensation. She knew what she wanted now, and she intended to get it.

"Uhhhh, I'm John," the young man answered, standing frozen, unsure of
what to do with this crazy half-naked goddess standing in front of
him.

"Well John, I think you had better clean me up, as my boyfriend
asked." Paula giggled and placed her hand on his shoulder. She looked
into his eyes for a moment. She loved eyes, they were so expressive.
John's showed confusion, delight, and lust.

Paula's lips curved in a wicked grin. "I think you had better use your
mouth," she said, her voice husky with her own burgeoning lust as she
said the wicked words. She also slid her hand up to the back of John's
neck and pulled lightly.

"Oh shit," he moaned and leaned forward, his mouth opening, his tongue
sliding out as his face settled into the warm, damp valley between her
breasts.

"Oh my god, yesssss," Paula hissed as she felt his tongue begin to
lick over her suddenly over-sensitive flesh. Her skin tingled as the
young man's mouth moved down her cleavage, and she trembled with
pleasure. She knew he could taste the sweetness of the wine, and hoped
he enjoyed the flavor of her mixed in as well. She ran her fingers
through his hair as he cleaned her, kissing and licking his way along
the underside of her breasts before lifting his face to look up at
her.

"Am I doing it right, ma'am," he asked. Paula looked down and giggled
at the wetness on his face, and at the quirky grin he wore. He seemed
to have lost his nervousness at the first taste of her tits. In
response to his question, she let her free hand run down his chest to
settle on the front of his pants. Her other hand tugged at his hair,
urging him back to his work.

The wine-steward had a talented tongue, and he slithered it all around
her breasts, letting it tease for a moment and then taking broad
swipes of the firm, heated flesh. He kissed his way up the side of one
mound and momentarily touched his lips to one clamped nipple. Paula
shuddered with delight at the sensation. But the young man did not
stay there. He continued up to work on removing the wine from the
upper curves of her chest.

The little shocks of pleasure that ran from her now throbbing breasts
and aching nipples converged deep inside Paula's body, swirling and
growing as a flaming ball of desire and excitement. She could feel the
inferno building as John's mouth worked at cleansing her of every drop
of Campari.

Paula could feel her pussy flowing with the juices of her
exhilaration. She felt even more as she ran her hand over John's large
fabric-covered cock, the heat of it burning through the cloth of his
pants. The twin foci of lust, John's mouth on her breasts and his
thick shaft under her hand, had her mind reeling with visions and
fantasies.

The sudden thought of Kevin knowing she was in here, being pleasured
by this man she did not know, sent her over the edge.

Her body stiffened as the fierce passion of orgasm burst through her
like a flash fire, burning and consuming. John's mouth moved to her
nipple at almost exactly the same moment, and she had to stifle a
scream. The sudden pinpoint of pleasure as he sucked and his
unexpected tugging on the chain and clamps as her climax flared nearly
made her faint.

Fireworks seemed to bursting in the air around them, the long minutes
of her Master's teasing combining with the immediate joy of the
wine-steward's attentions to drive her mad. Paula's eyes rolled back
and her lips parted in a long sigh of delight, barely contained from
becoming a scream.

It seemed like she poised on the brink for hours, followed by a long
fall into the depths of gratification before she was able to control
herself once more. God, she knew she had sensitive tits but she had
NEVER had anything quite that intense from breast-play before!

Paula became aware of John's breath on her breasts, and looked down to
see him gazing up.

"Was that good, ma'am?" he asked, for all the world like a little boy
hoping for approval of his handiwork. She nodded slowly, still
tingling and shivering from the remnants of her incredible orgasm.
"Uhhh, do you think you are clean enough now? I, uhhh, sort of need to
get back to work."

Paula gazed at the wine-steward for a moment, smiling. "Oh, dear John,
I can't let you give me so much bliss and then just leave you high and
dry!" She sank slowly to her knees, keeping her eyes locked with his
as she went down. Her fingers fumbled at his zipper and drew it down,
and she reached inside to wrap her hand around his thick, hot prick.

"I need some special soap to make sure all the wine is cleaned off,"
she said with a naughty smile. She gently withdrew the young man's
swollen cock from his pants and allowed it to settle between her
breasts. "Just hold still, and enjoy."

John groaned as he felt the warmth of her damp flesh pressed against
his hot shaft, and then her hand beginning to move slowly up and down
on it. "Oh god, ma'am," he rasped, "it's not gonna take long!"

It didn't. After ten strokes with her hand, Paula pressed her breasts
tightly around the young man's large cock and began to move her body
against him. Another ten strokes and she lowered her head, letting her
tongue slip out of her mouth to swirl once around the swollen tip of
his member. That was all he could take.

Groaning loudly, John began to cum. Paula could feel it roaring up his
shaft as it nestled deep in her cleavage. Thick, hot sperm sprayed
forcefully over her tits, some of it splashing up on her lips since
she had her head down to lick at the sweet meat of his cock. She
continued to press her tits around his throbbing prick while he pumped
his cum all over her.

Torrid globs of jism hung from her clamped nipples, looking so
delightfully obscene that Paula thought she might climax again herself
from the sight. The wine-steward's hips moved, driving his spurting
rod through the heated cleft between her breasts, lubricated by the
cum he continued to spurt. It seemed like he had been saving gallons
of the precious liquid, just for her.

She laughed delightedly, savoring the taste and feel of John's
"special soap" as she looked up at him.

He looked a bit dazed as he pumped the last drops of his climax onto
the upper curves of her breasts, and he moaned as she lifted her hands
and began to massage the steamy cream into her flesh.

"Oh that was wonderful, John," Paula purred as her hands worked his
juices all over her breasts and nipples. "What a good employee you
are, you give the best service!" She lifted her wet hand to her lips
and teasingly licked it clean. The look on his face was priceless.
With a giggle, she added, "And your special soap is even better than
the wine!"

It was more than the young man could handle. Stammering lamely about
needing to get back to work, he picked up her silk blouse and handed
it to her before fairly bolting out the door.

Paula smiled as she slipped back into her top. The rustle of the silk
and the sensation of it brushing over her cum-dampened breasts was
almost too much for HER to handle. She wanted to lay down on the
chaise and finger herself to orgasm, over and over, but she knew her
Master would be waiting.

Quickly buttoning the blouse, Paula straightened her skirt, checking
for any errant dabs of John's sweet sperm (finding none, damn the
luck).  A glance in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable,
and then she slipped from the lounge, taking one last deep breath to
savor the delicious scents of sex before exiting.

(To be continued)

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