Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 14:08:32 -0800 (PST) From: Marie LeClare Subject: The Pussy Palace - lesbian encounters This story is a work of fiction. It is dedicated to the bath house in Toronto, Canada, that was raided by the local police, and after being sued by some of the 350 women found there, had to apologize. This story is not associated with the Pussy Palace, located in Toronto, Canada in any way. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The Pussy Palace By Marie LeClare Copyright (c) 2005 I hadn't seen it advertised in any of the gay and lesbian newspapers, and had only heard about it by word of mouth, but apparently this gay bath house was going to be open to women only from 6 PM to 6 AM on Valentines Day, so I went with some friends. It was crowded when we arrived shortly after 6, and we found out all the private rooms had already been taken so we paid our fee and took our sheet and towel, along with our locker key, with the elastic band for around your wrist. We agreed to split up, in case we found somebody interesting, and promised we would tell the others when we planned on leaving. As I made my way to my locker with my sheet and towel I overheard somebody say that they had come from hundreds of miles away just for this event, and looking around I saw women of every description, in various stages of dress. Some in just panties, others in just hose and still others wrapped in their sheet. Looking around the chandeliers amused me although the pictures of the naked men didn't, but I thought if I was to let some gay guys use my house for the night I wasn't about to take any pictures of naked women that I might have. I chose the towel form of dress with it gripped tightly as I made it to the showers. I was shocked. I had never seen this much sexual openness, as in the showers. It was a sexual Disneyland. One of the women was leaning against the wall, with one leg resting on a pipe and jilling her pussy as she watched a couple of Goth chicks nibbling on each others breasts. My concentration was interrupted by this older woman who came up to me and asked if I wanted my pussy taken care of, as she watched me play with my rock hard nipples. I politely refused although I was horny, and she went to the next solo woman and asked the same thing. Finally the next woman down the line said yes and the older woman kneeled on the tile floor and started to lick her pussy hungrily. I thought if I was going to see the whole bath house, I had better wait until I found somebody I really liked, and not the need of my pussy being satisfied, so I dried off and went first to the video room. The lighting was very subdued and, looking around for an attractive soon to be partner, I took a seat on one of the couches, next to, I'm sure was an underage pretty girl, who was looking at me then at the movie and was finger fucking her hot young pussy. As I looked around I saw many of the women had their fingers in their pussy or somebody else's and were fingering like mad. Looking back to the girl beside me she looked and smiled at me and whispered for me to part my legs, which I did. It only took a moment for her to find my pussy and her fingers played me like a fine musical instrument. Lightly playing her fingers across my delicate folds, patting my swollen clit, and then plunging them deep in my hot pussy, while whispering again for me to do her. As I played with her peach fuzz covered pussy, I wanted to taste her, but kept on fingering her as she squirmed on the couch. She was having orgasms one after the other as I felt her tight little pussy grab my fingers with her contractions. I could see her sweet honey running down her legs and so desperately wanted to taste her that my own small orgasms seemed insignificant and I needed a big orgasm to satisfy my pussy. Whispering to her I asked where we could go so I could taste her, even asking if she wanted to go home with me, but she politely refused saying she only got off by being fingered. So after I politely excused myself I left the movie room and continued to explore the rest of the building. At the top of the stairs I heard screams coming from a room at the end of the narrow hall. It was the BDSM room. Approaching the doorway I saw this cute blonde being fucked by a tall brunette with a huge dildo, and screaming for her to fuck her hard. My pussy was getting soaked as I saw the brunette fucking the blonde and whipping her breasts and tummy with a riding crop. As the brunette whipped she kept asking are you my slave and the blonde screamed yes as one orgasm after another rushed over her beautiful body. Finally the blonde couldn't take anymore and begged for the brunette to stop which she did and the blonde got up to leave after thanking her brunette mistress. As I stood there and watched the brunette stand defiantly, with all the other women who were watching, I dropped my towel and told her "Come here bitch and kneel", wondering if she would obey. It was a silent war of mind control and domination. Moments later she walked to me and surprisingly dropped to her knees and said "Yes Mistress". "Now hand me the dildo, and the riding crop bitch" I said, showing her who was in control, "and kiss and lick my feet". Without looking up she took off the harness and handed it to me along with the riding crop, and started to lick and suck my toes, as I put on the harness with the cruel looking purple dildo sticking straight out in front of me. "Do it better bitch" I said as I dragged the riding crop along her back before I raised my arm bringing it down savagely, and watched the skin jump into a pink welt. Whipping her time and time again I told her to get me her ropes and watched as she scrambled to her toy bag and brought out her pink ropes. Having her laying on her back with her legs up in the air so I could easily get to her pussy and ass, I bound her as tightly as I could. Wrapping the ropes around her beautiful breasts and legs. All the while asking if she was my slave and having her agree that she was. Then kneeling between her legs, I lubed the dildo with her pussy juice, and held the tip to her tiny little asshole, before pushing my hips so it would enter her little asshole, which brought screams from her tiny mouth. I had decided against gagging her so I could hear her scream. As I watched the purple shecock disappear in her little asshole I brought the riding crop down across her beautiful breasts. Knowing the whipping would intensify her passion I kept whipping her. The skin was turning from pink to a nice shade of red as the riding crop connected with her breasts, then her tummy. I knew she was getting close so I brought the crop down on her pussy. Whipping her swollen clit as she screamed from pain to passion. It didn't take long for her screams that went to passion and then loud moans with her screaming "yes", as she exploded in a mind blowing orgasm. It still wasn't what I was looking for or needed to satisfy my hot wet pussy. I had been having little orgasms almost from the time I entered the place but needed more. So I thanked her, took off the harness and went exploring the other rooms. The next floor up was the orgy room and as I looked in I saw many women, of every description, laying on mattresses strewn on the floor tasting all they could taste. I noticed this one beautiful girl laying by herself and fingering her pussy as she watched the others. I wanted my mouth on her and her mouth on me so I walked over, introduced myself and laid between her legs. With my face inches from her beautiful pussy, I looked up into her dark flashing eyes, and breathed in her wonderful scent. Raising her arms above her head I buried my face in her pussy. Licking her delicate folds, and pulling her pussy lips with my lips and allowing them to snap back almost like elastic. With her squirming from the attention my tongue was giving her pussy, I attempted to lower my hand to my needy pussy to rub my swollen clit but she told me to wait, which I did. Swirling my tongue over her swollen clit brought forth more moans, which got steadily louder, but blended into the other moans in the room, and between blowing a little air on her hot wet pussy and licking I almost couldn't hold her still. It was then that her body went stiff, a gurgling sound came out of her mouth and I tasted her sweet girl honey. As her body went limp I rolled on my back and pulled her on top of me. We kissed and I allowed her to taste some of her sweet honey that she had given me only moments before. Breaking the kiss she kissed and licked down to my chest, paying close attention to my needy breasts. As she licked my nipple, I felt her hand clutching my breast like a claw. Fingernails digging in and turning pain to passion. I was getting like a wild woman as she sucked my breast in her mouth and suddenly bit down on my rock hard nipple. Having the pain turn to passion as it reached my pussy. Soon she had made it all the way down to my wanting pussy and laying between my legs she put her tongue magic to work. Licking every crevice and nibbling. As I ran my fingers through her beautiful hair I could feel the tingle building, until it was too much for the floodgates to hold and I had the strongest mind shattering orgasm I ever had. It took me a full 5 minutes to recover. Stumbling out of there hours after I had entered I promised myself that I would return, but only when I was strong enough to visit all the rooms. If you like this story, or have a lesbian experience you think might make a good story please write me MarieLeClare3@Yahoo.com I also have a free women's only group on Yahoo for lesbian writers and our fans. As long as you have a filled in Yahoo profile stating that you're 18 or older and that you're a woman, you can join. Sorry no guys. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MariesFriends/