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Subject: {ASSM} "No Spoilers" (Fem Masturbation, BDSM)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"No Spoilers"
By Shon Richards

Claire Currie closed her bedroom door.  Downstairs, her mother
and father were watching something on the telly.  They were
bloated from dinner and egg nog.  Claire herself was quite
exhausted.  She only saw her parents once a year for Christmas
and her mother had made all of her favorite foods.  Claire was
full and ready to sleep but one thing was keeping her awake.  She
hadn't opened the gift from her boss yet.

She looked at the bedroom door for a lock.  Even though she had
grown up in this room, she had never needed the lock before. 
Claire was happy to see one.  She clicked the button and relaxed.
 

"Being a librarian requires privacy," Claire said out loud.  It
sounded like something Mr. Dillon would say.  Of course, being a
librarian doesn't require privacy.  It was being a librarian for
the world's greatest collection of erotica that made privacy
necessary.  Mr. Dillon being who he was, Claire fully expected
his gift to be an erotic book.

Before she opened it, Claire decided to get properly ready.  She
stripped off her sweater and blouse to expose her large brown
breasts barely contained by her bra.  Although she did not have
to adhere to uniform standards of the Collection on her vacation,
Claire still preferred to.  Because it was a Thursday she was
wearing an electric blue thong with a matching bra.  Claire
stripped off her pants and chuckled at how poorly the thing
covered her thick black bush of pubic hair.  Mr. Dillon would
approve.

Nearly naked, Claire sat on her bed and took out the slender
package.  She stretched out her long brown legs and put the
package between her thighs.  Mr. Dillon had given it to her right
as she was about to climb into the taxi.  She had no idea where
he was going for his vacation, but Claire knew she would miss
him.  He was her boss, but he was also the man who stripped,
spanked, fondled, humiliated and fucked her. 

"Don't open it till Christmas Eve, Ms. Currie," he had told her.


Claire had obeyed.  She had enjoyed her time with her family but
they didn't understand the erotic nature of her work.  They only
knew she gathered rare books.  Claire had never told them how
each and every book was a treasure of smut and pornography.  

The last few days had been oddly lonely.  They would tell her a
funny story about her sister, Madeline, and her two kids.  Claire
couldn't exactly respond with the humorous story of what happened
when Mr. Dillon brutally fucked her ass while she read out loud
from a limerick book.   Claire found herself editing out the most
interesting parts of her life when she talked to her family.  She
loved her job but she never realized how much she had to keep to
herself.  

Now that it was Christmas Eve, Claire couldn't wait to open her
gift and reconnect in a small way with Mr. Dillon.  She ripped
open the wrapping very carefully.  It would be a book, that is
for certain, but what kind of rare and fascinating book would Mr.
Dillon give?

The book was a cheap paperback from the 60's.  A lurid cover
showed a librarian being spanked by a man and a woman.  It was
titled "The Librarian Whore'.  No author was listed.

Claire' training kicked in.  The book was made of inferior pulp.
There was water damage on the cover.  The publishing company was
a cheap outfit that published no remarkable works.  Mr. Dillon
bought books for the sake of the collection being complete, not
because of quality.  Claire estimated its value to be barely
three dollars.

She was disappointed but she opened the book.  Mr. Dillon had
written something on the copyright page.  Claire was really
surprised.  Mr. Dillon hated any sort of defacement on a book. 
Maybe he didn't consider this cheap piece of shit to be a real
book.

"Dear Ms. Currie.  Please accept this gift as recognition of your
somewhat adequate performance this year.  Read and remember Ms.
Currie, no spoilers."

Claire frowned.  For this she had been anxious all week?  This is
what she looked forward to while her dad bored her with stories
about politics?  Claire thought about her mother's questions
about why Claire didn't get a nice quiet librarian job back in
Britain.  At the time Claire couldn't imagine giving up her job
with the Collection but now she was having second thoughts.

"Somewhat adequate performance!" Claire said out loud.  It was a
perfect imitation of Mr. Dillon's American accent.  To her
annoyance, she found herself getting wet at her own impersonation
of his voice.  

She started to read.  The book was precisely the drivel she was
expecting.  It was about a librarian named Regina.  On the very
first page, Regina was seduced by a young college boy and was
already on her knees.  There was barely two sentences describing
Regina but the blowjob was worthy of two pages of description.

Claire turned the page.  At the top of the next page was more of
Mr. Dillon's handwriting.  The message was brief and to the
point. 

"Suck something appropriate for five minutes."

Well now.  Claire's mood brightened considerably.  Something
appropriate?  Perhaps Mr. Dillon meant her nipples.  She glanced
down at the page and saw that the blowjob was still continuing in
the story.  Claire felt that Mr. Dillon was referring to cock. 
That was not readily available.  What would her strict boss
consider as an adequate substitute?

She looked around her bedroom.  Sitting on her nightstand was her
brush.  The handle was quite thick.  Not cock thick, but it would
do.

Claire took the brush and slipped it into her lips.  The
irregular shape was a challenge but Claire was up to the task. 
She had a lot of practice when it came to sucking.  Mr. Dillon
thought face fucking was good way to wake up on a Saturday
morning.  Claire relaxed her throat and let the brush handle slip
all the way in.

Three minutes went by so slowly.  Claire licked and sucked with
the same enthusiasm she would give Mr. Dillon.   As she sucked,
she found herself actually interested in what happens to Regina
next.  As her own cunt grew wetter, Claire hoped Regina got some
satisfying sex soon.

When the three minutes were up, Claire removed the brush.  She
made sure to suck every bit of moisture from it as it left her
lips.   She imagined every drop of spit was Mr. Dillon's seed.  

Claire picked the book back up.  She started to flip through the
pages to see how much more writing Mr. Dillon had added.  A split
second later, Claire remembered his instructions and stopped.  No
spoilers.  She had thought that was just a comment on Mr.
Dillon's usual policy on spoilers but now she knew better.  She
would have to find out what else Mr. Dillon had in store for her
the old fashioned way.

Claire leaned back in her bed.  She spread her legs wide and
resisted the urge to touch herself.  The thong was pressing hard
against her wet sex.  Her nipples tingled with arousal against
her bra.  It was Christmas Eve and Claire Currie was horny enough
to fuck an entire college of men.  

"Please let there be stroking," she whispered.  "Please let there
be a little spanking.  Please let there be an orgasm."

Claire smiled to herself.  This was proving to be a worthy gift
after all.  It was a gift worthy of an erotic librarian.

She read all night long.

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
   
     

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