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The restaurant at shadow lane
The Restaurant on Shadow Lane
It was 1947 in a medium sized city that I shall not name in a small European country that had been occupied by the Germans until two years before.
The Soviets had tried to annexe the tiny Baltic state but it really wasn’t worth the trouble.
The Grand Duke had fled the country in 1938 leaving a corrupt government in its place. Untouched by Victorian values the current government was still corrupt but as far as the residents were concerned, they just didn’t care.
The country was largely self sufficient and due to its extremely liberal attitude to practically everything it was becoming somewhat of a “tourist destination for Americans, Germans and the British amongst others.
Nothing sexual was forbidden by law, food was cheap and plentiful and for the few who had cars, gas was untaxed and cheap.
Tourists seemed to appear from nowhere. To take advantage of the trade in sex and the simple pleasures of a simple life.
Martin White had seen the opportunities when he visited once just after the war.
Property was so very cheap; it was entirely possible to purchase a home for a few pounds or dollars.
Martin considered opening a brothel but there were so many already. The supply of pretty young girls was endless.
Just of the only main street was a former restaurant which was run down but a large and substantial building. It have obviously been grand in former time and retained much of its old fashioned charm.
“This will make a great restaurant “said Martin to his girlfriend, a local woman of 45 who was his advisor and friend and sometime lover.
Martin had no experience of the restaurant business but he didn’t care for the famous London establishments where they considered the customer to be privileged to enter.
“Fuck all these rules and protocols “ said Martin “What we need is a place where the paying customer can get what he wants , when he wants and plenty of it at a reasonable price and a pretty girl to wait on him .or her .
“But we have plenty of cheap prostitutes” said Maria
“Cheaper than ever now that the Nazi cunts have gone “
“I shall do this place up in a decadent style “ smiled Martin “ What the waitresses do with their cunts is none of my business , they can whore away all night as far as I’m concerned , as long as they treat my customers as they deserve to be treated.”
“A restaurant isn’t just a place to eat “said Martin “Or at least it shouldn’t be”
“I expect your right” said Maria “You always are” she laughed.
Martin grabbed Maria by the waist and pulled her to him.
He kissed her deeply on the lips and there tongues flickered against each other as if they were duelling.
The passing strangers ignored them as Martin slipped his hand under Maria’s black pencil skirt and fingered her cunt and arse.
They could have fucked on the pavement for all that anyone cared.
It was that kind of place. There was no law that said you couldn’t … There were hardly any laws at all in fact.
Martin found the owner who was more than happy to sell the art nouveau building for a ridiculously low amount of cash. Less than £100 . Martin thought he could’ve got it for less so eager was he to sell.
An English pound bought you two hundred of the local currency and a quality whore could be bought for an entire night for ten of these worthless notes.
Martin held the deeds which looked as if they were drawn up in the sixteenth century although they couldn’t have been …..
“This is going to be a licence to print fucking money “said Martin as he slipped his huge dick into Maria’s tight cunt.
Martin had a suite at the only decent hotel in town but he could see no reason why he shouldn’t have a part of the restaurant converted to beautiful living quarters for himself and Maria or any woman he chose in the future.
Maria was riding on top of Martin cock and pleasuring him and herself intensely.
“I suppose you will have little use for an old woman like me soon? “Said
“I might” said Martin “just keep fucking and never ever tell me who to fuck or who not to fuck Maria and you never can tell “
“I know better than to tell you what to do “say Maria as she fucked more quickly now as she could feel Martins cock beginning to swell. He was ready to cum inside her and she knew her job was to please her man.
Maria felt the hot spunk shoot into her cervix and she squeezed as tightly as she could to extract every last from her master’s cock.
She thought of Martin as her master because she had no money of her own and no place to call home other than as Martins spunk bucket and she was happy to be that much.
Martin had ass fucked her so many times before and Maria loved that too.
Maria had been found in Germany in 1945 with nothing and no one to care for her. Martin had taken her off the streets without a word and without knowing anything about her.
She did exactly as she was told and if she failed Martin would cane her bare arse till it was red raw.
Maria was used to that and didn’t know any different.
Maria sucked her lover off and swallowed his plentiful spunk before he fell asl**p.
The work on the restaurant began almost immediately. The original plaster work was left and the painters and decorators made short work turning the restaurant on shadow lane into a delight to behold. There was a small amount of rebuilding to do but the labour was plentiful and cheap enough.
The place needed a new kitchen and walk in refrigerator but Martin pulled a few strings from an army buddy and soon that was sorted out nicely.
With tables and chairs for up to two hundred the total cost of the refurbishment came in at a further £200 .
The gilded sign outside now read “Shadow Lane “in great bold letters and the general effect was at least on the surface easily as good as the London Ritz ….
I know what your thinking … There’s more to a restaurant than a building with tables and chairs.
There is the small matter of food and wine and service including some entertainment and Martin was well aware of this. He had no experience of owning a restaurant but Martin was no fool.
The food would be simple and varied but well prepared and well cooked and the wine would at least look like vintage even if it wasn’t.
Good steak fillets could be obtained if you had the right connections. Even caviar was available if one new where to get it cheaply.
No “health and safety” inspector would ever come knocking on the door at shadow lane. As long as Martin didn’t actually poison his clients he would be fine.
The heart of any good restaurant is of course the chef and the chef’s assistants.
Word soon got round that the new owner was looking for a chef and other help including pretty waitresses and a guy to play the “Steinway “Martin had bought cheaply from a second hand shop.
Several women applied for the job of chef and Martin engaged three middle aged women who were excellent cooks and three more commie chefs and two girls for washing dishes. They were nothing much to look at but pretty enough for the purpose.
It was always Martin plan that the waitresses were going to be his fortune and he interviewed dozens of pretty young blonde girls and a few brunettes.
None of them spoke English well but they would learn or at least understand what he wanted and expected of them. Those failing to meet his requirements were simply told to “fuck off” or words to that effect….
Marin engaged eight slim blonde beauties and five brunettes all had superb bodies and looked clean and smart. The youngest was sixteen and the eldest just twenty three.
One by one Martin checked them out personally making them strip naked for him as he surveyed what he considered to be his “purchase”
Non refused and the lucky successful applicants were told exactly what would be expected of them before being two uniforms each of ultra short skirts , nylon stockings which any of the girls would have killed for and pretty white blouses.
Black high heeled shoes completed the image Martin wanted and they were all told that they must perform any duties that he or his customers required of them …….. Whatever that entailed
Only now did Martin have what he wanted, Total decadence …
Some girls would be allowed very skimpy panties and others would be bare arsed as he ordered it from day to day …
The cane would be used for any infringements of duties and disobedience would mean the loss of the job without notice.
Martins plan had come together as he knew it would. Any customer of his, Man or woman was going to be fed well with fine food and wine and entertained to his or her hearts content and all for the price of a regular meal in a decent quality restaurant ……
The grand opening was quiet to say the least but Martin expected it.
Word of mouth was going to be his best guarantee of success and the eight men and four lady customers were sure to be pleased with the quality of the food and even happier with the services provided.
The very short uniforms clearly showed that the waitresses were bare arsed which was an invitation to any red bl**ded male or even a woman if she were inclined to feel free to fondle the girls as they served them.
The eight men were Americans and British and at least two of the ladies were local whores and the remaining two might have been wives or lovers.
Martin neither knew or cared but after a few glasses of wine he was pleased to see that at least some of the men were taking advantage of the girls bare bottoms and feeling them up . One man went as far as to finger fuck a small blonde waitress as she served the table and waited until the man had had his enjoyment before curtseying and leaving.
In the kitchens the other maids were being lectured by Martin in table protocol and that they were expected to be finger fucked as the customer pleased and they seemed to understand.
Martin demonstrated as much using a medium sized but large titted brunette by having her bring him coffee an as she poured it he fingered both her cunt and arsehole …….
He slapped her bottom and legs to indicate that she must never impede a customers wishes as he inserted his finger deeply into her ass hole and made her open her legs to allow full access . Then he slipped his finger into the girl’s twat and made it clear she could only leave when she had had an orgasm.
The girls raised her dress uniform and bobbed up and down, red faced whilst the others watched the spectacle.
It took a full ten minutes before the teenager came off as she groaned in ecstasy and the girl cum flooded onto Martins hand.
“Very good” said Martin.
Maria was sent for as most of the girls understood some German and he had her explain that the customers were there to be entertained and that even a blow job was never to refuse for either a man or woman if they wished it.
Strangely not one of the girls looked shocked or even mildly surprised. They were just grateful to have a job that paid in hard cash, little as it was.
The total taking for the first night were eighty dollars at about five dollars a person, not bad for an excellent meal and as much wine as the customers could drink!
The word soon got round that the Restaurant on Shadow Lane was the place to be and the next night thirty people turned up for the frolics and the good food and wine . The frolics were the main attraction ……..
By the end of the week they were fully booked and there was a waiting list.
That Saturday the club pianist was playing to a full house of fifty diners of both sexes. An hour was set aside for eating and other things, after that the customers were politely invited to partake of a complimentary drink in the waiting area to free up the tables for the next sitting.
All of the girls were now used to being fingered and felt up and even to administer a blow job under the table to any man who asked it.
Even the Lady’s weren’t backwards in demanding a cunt licking and then three or more girls were under the table with their bare arses sticking out which made for a glorious sight for Martin who was rubbing his hands with glee as he saw the dollars and pounds piling up in the till .
Martin did have occasion to cane several of the girls for taking breaks of spending to long in the Loo.
Being late for work, even by one minute was a caning offence and Martin would bend the miscreant over the kitchen bench and cane them with at least twelve hard strokes of the cane . How they howled as the cane lashed down across their fine firm bottoms .
Martin would have a girl suck his dick as he caned them for added excitement and he always came buckets of spunk in their mouths !
It was Martins policy to stay open as long as possible and two or even three in the morning wasn’t unusual to keep up with demand .
The tourists were now flooding in for cheap food and cheap sex.
What the girls did if a customer wanted a fuck was that the girl applied to Martin or Maria for a ticket which allowed them thirty minutes break without pay of course . The fee to the client or clients was a set ten dollars for which they could use the girl in anyway they wished. Ass fucking was the norm but sometimes a girl just got a straight cunt or tit fuck , paid the girl who returned to Martin or Maria and handed over five dollars in commission.
The city Mayor and Chief of police were regular customers and of course there was no charge to either of them or their wives ……….
Work was soon begun on the upper floor of “Shadow Lane” to convert it into luxurious personal accommodation for Martin and whomever he wished to sl**p with .
In the meantime Martin kept his suit at the hotel where he allowed Maria to be fucked and caned by himself in every way possible .
If Martin wanted to fuck one of his maids which he often did he would send Maria away or into another room ., or even stay and join in . Martin would arse fuck a young waitress whilst Maria sucked his balls or lick his arse out .
When he had spunked his wad into the lucky girls hole he would cane them both for no real reason . Maria knew what her Master liked but sometimes the girls would be surprised to be up ended and caned so severely .
Martin was aware that so many men and women enjoyed either being caned or spanked or at least observing a caning he had the idea that it might form part of the Restaurants “entertainment”
He asked a few of the regulars and asked them to ask around and the answer came back as a resounding “yes” . It seemed the Lady’s were particularly keen on such a form of entertainment! And some Ladies actually made a plea to be the willing victims of a “semi public “ caning!
It was one thing to see a young girl caned but quiet another to see a mature lady lift her skirts and discard her knickers for a sound caning.
All it needed was a nod from the chief of police who was now a regular as well he might be since he was never charged a penny for services or food.
The chief even volunteered his own wife for caning to everyone’s delight.
Madam Bronoski was a fine figure of a woman who seemed shy at first but as soon as she accepted her husbands order she seemed keen enough to display her wares to all and sundry and the crowd cheered her on as a whipping bench was produced as if from nowhere for her to bend over.
It was small wonder that the restaurant on shadow lane was sold out and overbooked with such titillating entertainment on offer and such good wholesome food.
Martin stepped up to the dais like a professional and ceremoniously positioned Madame Bronoski , who seemed eager now ,over the bench .
The willing victim had beautiful red underwear on which of course had to be taken down . A task eagerly done by Martin as he lowered her silky panties to expose the forty year olds fine arse to the noisy audience.
“And how many strokes of the cane for this fine arse”? he called to the audience
The woman’s cunt was fully exposed as was her delightful arsehole .
Some shouted “ten “ some “fifteen” but Mr Brononski settled the matter by calling “twenty strokes of the cane “ !
“Twenty of the cane it is “ said Martin with glee!
Twelve would have been the norm but who was going to argue with the police chief?
Twenty or so customers gathered closer to the dais for a better view of the woman’s cunt and asshole and the stripes that would inevitably appear in just a few moments.
The remaining customers were getting blow jobs from the pretty waitresses including the women who were either getting rim jobs or masturbating openly at the erotic sight before them !
The pianist was playing “a pretty girl , is like a melody” as Martin prepared for the caning with aplomb .
After a few practice swishes mainly for effect Martin delivered the requested punishment.
Three perfect red stripes appeared on the Chief’s wife’s beautiful derriere!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg” she cried
The sexual excitement was rising to new levels as the woman’s cunt opened wide and leaked a clear fluid . The little cunt was actually enjoying it!
A little blonde waitress was under the chiefs table with his huge cock in her mouth and her bare arse could be seen clearly sticking out from the other side….
In fives now the strokes of the yellow rattan left their legend on the woman’s
Fine and now swollen arse.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ,Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
The chiefs wife was no longer in control of her body as her cunt streamed woman spunk freely onto the floor and her asshole opened like a woman who had just been fisted to orgasm !
The poor woman’s legs began to kick as the cane did its work and her arse was entirely red apart from a small patch in the crease between her arse and thighs.
The crowd was cheering with delight and the police chief arose from his seat pushing the young waitress to one side as he climbed the dais and approached his pretty wife’s face with his monstrous cock like a bar of steel.
He took her by the hair and as she opened her mouth to accept her husband he thrust his dick into her mouth to the balls.
It was no more than he face fucked her at home but this time it was for the benefit of the crowd and Mrs Bronoski knew she had better perform well or it might mean another thrashing later on at home that very night…….
Mrs Bronoski wanted to scream but her mouth was so very full of her husbands meaty cock it was impossible !
Martin paused for a moment as it was clear that the chief was close to cumming to say nothing of his wife of whom it was lain to see was nearing her own orgasm too.
Martin opened the woman’s arse cheeks for a quick survey of her cunt and asshole and indeed the woman was beginning her first orgasmic spasms…
“May I”? said Martin as he looked at the chief of police
“Yes, you may “ said Chief Bronoski “Fuck her in the arse” !
“Just the last remaining stroke if you please” said Martin
With that as a signal Martin withdrew his huge sabre and Mrs Bronoski was now in the infamous “Spit-roast” position with a huge cock at either end.
The chief came off with a huge groan as he spurted deeply into Mrs Bronoki’s throat as she swallowed his spunk greedily.
Martin quickened his pace and emptied his spunky wad deeply into the woman’s arsehole . She was leaking from three holes as she limped back to her seat .
The “Spit Roast” was to become a regular feature at shadow lane and became famous for it.
Martin had emptied the till three times that night because it was overflowing with dollars and pounds .
Work had already begun on the huge apartment above the restaurant .
Martin was decades ahead in idea’s for refurbishment and design and his plans were for a five bed roomed apartment with two bathrooms and an en suite for his own personal bedroom .
The lounge alone was sixty feet long and his own bedroom was huge as was his office.
The second hand and antiques shops were full of nazi booty which could be bought for a song including some very nice paintings of an erotic nature including some cubist and lesser known French impressionists minor masterpieces which today would be worth a fortune.
Living above the shop so to speak suited Martins needs perfectly and he was glad to be out of his suite at the hotel even though it was well appointed it wasn’t his and Martin wanted to own all that he could …. Including his Maria and the other girls at his disposal.
The restaurant at shadow lane went from strength to strength and the tourist kept coming on the back of recommendations as Martin had thought.
The apartment was eventually completed to Martins satisfaction and he moved in with Maria , at least for the time being . When Maria no longer entertained him he would throw her back into the gutter where she came from and Maria knew it .
Cunt was cheap and plentiful and Maria had to please her Master as best she could , always thinking of new sports to please him …………………
Martin never slept alone . Either Maria or one or two of his girls shared his bed as fuck slaves and a couple of maids to see to food and clothing and other personal services.
If Martin awoke with an erect dick which he usually did it was the duty of his bedmate to suck him off quickly or impale their cunts or assholes on his meat!
If they failed to please he simply bent them over a bench or lay them naked on the bed for a severe caning .
The bedding was of the finest cotton and changed daily regardless .
Martin wasn’t going to sl**p in his own spunk or any one else’s .
All of the waitresses and personal maids were subject to the same discipline and rules of hygiene and personal cleanliness and smart presentation and if the standards fell even an iota Martin would line his entire staff up for the cane in his own private apartment .
Each girls would strip nude and bend over like a naughty schoolgirl and hold position until each girl have received at least six very hard strokes of the cane across their bare bottoms .
It was harsh but fair treatment and the girls were please to accept this correction from their benefactor and Master.
In fact the few girls who were allowed to wear knickers was a ploy from the start .
Martin only allowed it so that he could enjoy the humiliation of the girls having them taken down for the cane. The same went for his prized customers. Martin knew that sometimes it is better to have a well clad arse and the pleasure of the removal of the panties was well worth the trouble.
And so it came to pass that “The Restaurant at Shadow lane” fell into legend in the tiny Baltic state which I did not name. And this is how a man of vision such as Martin White was able to see a niche in the market that has yet to be equalled in the history of man.
The restaurant is still there to this day if you are prepared to seek it out and take advantage of its many pleasures. Or perhaps you seek a job as a waitress there dear reader? And who can blame you if you are one of the millions who seek such a position. I wish I could tell you where to find it.
But sadly I am sworn to secrecy…………………
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