This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidentseither are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, isentirely coincidental.
Bookstore on Hanover Strreet FF BDSM ByMarie LeClareCopyright (c) 2007
It had been a brutal Winter here in Boston, but the weather had finally broken and I decided I was going shopping.
As I was reading the Boston Globe newspaper my eye caught a small advertisement for an alternative bookstore on Hanover Street, that said it was featuring a sale on lesbian books, so I called them and asked the address and after I was told I decided I might drop in and see what they had to offer.
Hoping on the Green Line train I made my way to Hanover Street and found the small bookstore, so as I entered I was greeted by a young lady who I judged to be about 18, who said that her name was Maria and I told her my name was Marie.
As I admired her figure outlined in a gray business suit, with a very short mini skirt, she asked if I was looking for anything in particular, and after I said lesbian books, she said I should follow her to that section and explained that they also had a small reading room, where I could read some of the books I choose to see if that was what I wanted.
I thanked her and perused some of the various books until my eyes lit on to one that dealt with lesbian spankings. Taking the book to the reading room I started to skim through the book and was getting aroused by what I read, only to be interrupted by Maria, who startled me by entering the reading room and saying, "Oh I see that you have found an interesting book", I had been squeezing my legs together and I was hoping that she didn't notice the smell from my pussy, but, unbeknownst to me she had and was planning on having fun at my expense.
With a half smile and that certain look that I'm sure all lesbians know, she asked me if I had ever been spanked in a sexual way by another woman and not that of my mother. Almost hesitating I said no that I hadn't but it did interest me.
She then told me that since she had closed the store a few minutes early if I wanted it she would see if I really liked being spanked by another woman, and before I could get an answer out of my mouth she took my hand and sat down on one of the straight back chairs, and placing me over her knees.
Hiking my skirt up, she couldn't help but notice my cotton yellow panties with the small dark snail tracks in the crotch as she parted my legs and said, "You will count the strokes and if you miss counting we will start again".
Rubbing her hand lightly on my ass as if to smooth out any creases in my panties, she lifted her arm and brought it crashing down on my ass, telling me to count.
Then the spankings started to come faster and harder, first one ass cheek then the other in fast succession, all the while I was counting and feeling the pain that I was feeling turning into passion.
She lifted me up a little bit and rolled down my panties, that by now were soaked, and decided that she was going to spank my inner thighs to see my reaction. As she started to spank my inner thighs I could feel and hear her breathing coming in short pants when she said, "You like that bitch don't you", and "I think you need more punishment", when all I wanted at this point was to have her make me cum.
Standing me up in front of her she began the task of undressing me, carefully folding my clothes and placing them on the small chair next to where she was sitting, and then getting up and taking my hand she lead me down some stairs and into a room who's walls were covered in what I suspected was black sound proof material. I also noticed 4 clamps on the floor and wondered for a moment what they were there for, but I was to soon find out.
Telling me to get down on all fours she took first one hand and then the other, securing the clamps around my wrists, before doing the same to my ankles that were parted very widely. Then I felt her attach nipple clamps to each of my throbbing nipples, which sent the pain from them to change into pleasure in my pussy.
The next thing I felt was some kind of leather material being drawn along my back and as I was trying to think what it could be I felt the first lash on my ass cheeks. A whip.
As she started to whip my ass cheeks and then my inner thighs, I could tell that she was getting hotter and hotter, until the whipping stopped and I heard her leave the room only to reappear a few moments later and as she knelt down in front of me with her beautiful ass in front of my face I could see that she was completely naked.
I didn't have to ask what she wanted me to do, but in case there was any question she said, "Ok bitch lick my ass, and do it good".
Dragging my tongue down along the crack of her ass, i started to lick her tight little asshole, which brought moans from my tormenter. My tongue was exploring every crevice of her bottom to between her sexy legs, and tasting her shaved little pussy.
While my tongue was leaving a wet trail as I licked every inch of her sweet ass cheeks, I dragged it back down the crack of her ass and dipped my tongue in her hot wet pussy. Lashing her swollen hood and clit. Opening my mouth to draw her hood and clit into my mouth, I sucked on it like a straw. Without moving my head I sucked her swollen clit in and almost out of my mouth, which drew responses of her moans that got louder and louder. Until finally she whimpered to me and anybody else who could be listening, "Yes I'm cumming. Oh so strong. Oh my God it's so good".
After she had recovered for a few minutes she got up and got some things from a corner table, and I felt something hard trying to enter my asshole, which, after some probing, finally fit and was pushed into the hilt. I had heard of such things but I had never experienced a butt plug, which was now securely fit into my tight little asshole.
Then my next surprise appeared in the form of something hard being dragged against my hot wet pussy, to get it lubricated, and with her hands on my hips I felt this hard thing entering my hot wet pussy, until it had plunged deeply in my pussy and I was getting fucked with her plastic strappy. I found out later that it was a double ended dildoe so she was getting as much out of it as I was.
The strokes were getting faster and faster and her breath along with mine was getting shorter and shorter, as we searched for a release of our passion. The only thing that brought us off was when she picked up her little whip and started to whip my back. Laying stroke after stroke on my back, which I knew and didn't care, that I would bed left with marks.
Finally reaching the top of the mountain, with my tunnel being pounded by her plastic penis, it hit with all the strength of a freight train, and I had a mind blowing strong orgasm, with hers coming only moments later.
After we both recovered for a few moments I wanted more and so did she, so I noticed in the mirror on the ceiling, her laying on her back with her head between my legs, clamping her mouth on my hot wet pussy and plunging her fingers in her own pussy. Tongue fucking me as she finger banged her own pussy.
Watching us in the ceiling mirror was like detaching us from our sexual physical expressions of love, and watching a movie of two women making love. It was a beautiful sight.
We finalized the night with something that I had always tried to do but is very difficult, and that is to cum together with my sexual partner, as she cums at the same time, but we did make the impossible, and gushed together.
I hope you like this newest story of mine and if you would like to write me you can at MarieLeClare3@Yahoo.com
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