Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor

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"Not here," I whispered.

Bree gave me a sad look as she said, "You have greatly disappointed me." She then walked away. I can't explain it, but I felt guilty and ashamed that she was disappointed in me. The rest of the school day was uneventful, but I was a basket case. I knew I had to confront Bree and finish this.

When I arrived home, no one was there. I called Katherine on her cell. Bree answered it. "Hi Mrs. Winston, your daughter can't come to the phone right now. She is eating my cunt. Please leave a message at the moan?"

I listened to her over-the-top exaggerated moans completely frustrated. I wanted to say something, yet nothing came from my lips. Instead, I hung up.

An hour later, Katherine came home, looked at me and broke down in tears. I pulled her into my arms and held her close. When she finally stopped crying, she stuttered, ""Mommy, can you take the plug out of my ass?"

"I beg your pardon, Katherine?" I asked.

"Bree put a plug in my ass for punishment for you disobeying her. Then she demanded only you could take it out."

Baffled, I stared at her. Trying to process what she had just said. Once I realized my daughter's predicament, I compassionately asked her to lift her skirt. Her panties gone, I clearly was able to see the plug in her ass. I ever so slowly and gently removed it, hearing her gasp as I did so.

Recovering quickly, she indicated with the palm of her hand that she needed it. "I have to give it back to Bree," she calmly stated.

"Oh," I said bluntly. I was still bewildered when I asked, "Katherine, how did this come to be?"

"She is impossible to resist. I can't explain it. Girls and women are obsessed with her. I can't explain it Mom, but all I know is one day we were doing homework at her house one minute and the next I was in-between her legs begging to be her servant. One lick and I..." she began. We were interrupted when my husband walked in the house. She instantly hid the black plug and whispered, "Don't disobey, Mommy." She then dropped the plastic toy into her school bag and went and gave her dad a big hug, back to the innocent daddy's girl she always portrayed.

The evening went on as normal; we watched some TV, talked, etc. That night I surprised my husband by going down on him, sucking his cock to one of his best-ever erections, which I took advantage of by riding his cock enthusiastically, a change from the usually missionary position we did. After he shot his load in me, I keep bouncing up and down until it shriveled inside me. If he wondered about my sudden sexual passion, he asked no questions. In fact, he just fell asleep.

I feel asleep still horny and wondering how I could stop this train wreck...and did I even want to?

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DAY 4: WEDNESDAY

The next morning, I wore a simple blouse, respectable skirt and pantyhose. When I got to school in the morning, Kim Waverly, the smartest girl in our school, a shy girl whose dad was the minister of our church, was waiting for me. She was wearing a very short skirt, something I had never seen her wear in the past, and a tight blouse that showcased her firm, small breasts.

I asked, "Kim, what can I do for you?"

She would not look me in the eye when she stated clearly embarrassed, "Bree told me to insert this in you and explain that it must stay inside of you until she retrieves it." She then showed me a little black egg, slightly bigger than the one I had earlier refused.

"Kim," I said in utter shock. "What has come over you?"

Kim with a wild look of fear in her eyes said, "Please Mrs. Winston, please let me insert this into you so I don't get punished by Mistress Bree again."

"How does she punish you?"

Still not looking up at me, she whispered, "Last time she had me suck off Walker Reynolds."

I gasped. Walker weighed 350 pounds and was the most hideous looking boy in our school. "You gave Walker a blow job?"

"Yes," she explained, "Bree made me swallow his cum to punish me for not wearing the attire she told me to wear to school."

"Honey, I can protect you," I said, although not convinced I could.

Kim sighed, looking at me for the first time, "Mrs. Winston, I don't want to be protected. I love being owned by Bree. She understands me and my needs. I just don't want to be punished." She moved closer and continued with a surprising new confidence and determination, "Pull down your pantyhose please."

I tried to deal with yet another odd revelation when Kim added, with a mixture of fear and power, "Now, Mrs. Winston. Bree has decided she wants you and Bree always gets what she wants." The stressing of the word always had me wondering.

Deciding that the easiest way to not make this a bigger ordeal than it was already becoming, I looked around to make sure no one was looking, sighed, and pulled my pantyhose down. She turned on the vibrating egg and slipped it into my pussy. "Thank you, Mrs. Winston." She then quickly walked out.

As I watched her walk away, I was completely stunned. Even after everything Bree had done recently, this was beyond my grasp of logic. The egg inside me kept me off focus all day, gently pleasing me, yet, also, gently teasing me.

At lunch Kim returned and told me Bree's latest threat, "I almost forgot. You are not allowed to have an orgasm. If you do, both you and I will be punished. Bree told me if I disobey again, she is going to let Walker take me in the bum. So please obey."

"Kim, how did you get involved in this?"

She spoke nervously, but not with the sense of shame I assumed she would, "Um, well, I was tutoring Bree in math one day and she said she knew how to release some of my stress. I asked how. Then she kissed me. Then she ate me out. Then she demanded I go down on her. I obeyed. I was hooked instantly. She then took my virginity with a strap-on and demanded that I be her slave. I eagerly obeyed."

"But you are so smart," I said perplexed.

"So?"

"So doesn't it seem weird to be treated like some little slut?"

"This coming from the teacher who has an egg in her," she replied with a big dose of sarcasm.

"Touché," I whispered, clearly expressing my shame.

Kim smiled, "Don't worry. Soon you will be a slut of hers too. Then you too will understand completely where I am coming from."

I started, "Kim I won't be her..."

But I was cut off as Kim continued, "Ma'am, you let a teenage student put a vibrating ball in your pussy, plus Carol Row thought the same thing." She stared at me defiantly, awaiting my reaction.

Carol Row was our school president and the daughter of our mayor, a girl so fake she pretended to like everyone, but was nasty as hell behind their backs. The things I heard her say to her friends in the library were spiteful and insensitive. My curiosity piqued, I questioned, "Carol Row?"

"Yep, by the way," she asked, acting superior to me in her tone and attitude, such a contrast to the Kim I knew, "if I am such a slut, how do you allow your daughter to be such a pussy pleasing dyke?" Before I could respond, she simply turned and walked away. Just as she was about to leave my small office she turned back at me, now looking me straight in the eye, "I can't wait Mrs. Winston, until you're on your knees begging Bree to be her slave."

The remainder of the day went along normally; well as normally as a day can go when you have a vibrating egg inside you and all this new information spinning in your head. When the last bell rang, I eagerly wanted to go home and bring myself to an orgasm, but I didn't. My fear of being punished, or having my daughter punished, prevented me from letting my sexual tension explode. I went home and waited, desperately trying to figure out a way to end this before it got any worse.

I assumed Bree would come over at some point to retrieve her toy.

But she didn't.

Supper came and went.

At 7:30 I was distraught. If I did not cum soon I really felt I would explode. All rational thought was gone as the soft vibrating sensations in me were driving me crazy. I also worried what if my husband decided he wanted nookie. At quarter to eight, Bree and Katherine came into the house. Katherine gave me a hug and said, "I really, really have to pee."

Katherine ran up the stairs and Bree said, "So, how are you?"

"Please take the egg out," I pleaded.

"Have you cum yet?"

"No."

"Good slut," Bree said and matter-of-factly added, "You may cum now."

The toy in me, as I mentioned already, had me mentally a mess and I lifted up my skirt and rubbed myself to an orgasm in only a few seconds, letting out a rather loud scream.

Katherine came quickly downstairs calling, "Mom, are you ok?" She then saw my red face, my hand at my pussy and whispered, "Oh."

Bree related, "Katherine, your mommy obeyed today. Can you please retrieve the egg for me?"

Katherine finished coming down the stairs and sheepishly moved towards me, her mother.

I began to speak, but Bree simply said, "Don't question me, slut. You are finally getting in my good graces."

I sighed as my daughter moved to me and quickly though awkwardly retrieved the soaking wet egg from my just satisfied pussy. I was humiliated. Bree then demanded, "Katherine, can you please clean it for me?" As Katherine moved towards the kitchen, Bree emphasized, "with your mouth."

Katherine hesitated, but moved the egg to her lips and began cleaning my juices from it. I should have said something, yet still horny, I watched the obscene act with erotic depravity.

Bree opened her hand and Katherine put the egg into Bree's hand and said, "Thank you, Katherine."

As I lowered my skirt, realizing I had not yet, I pleaded, "Bree, is there some way we can move past this?"

"Move past what?" Bree asked.

Frustrated, I said, "This, this," I realized I could not even begin to logically explain what this was.

Bree smiled and said, "You mean stop using your daughter as a fucktoy? And stop turning you into my submissive slave?"

"Yes," I responded exasperated.

"Um, no," Bree said bluntly without any explanation. "Mrs. Winston, I do not ever lose. Tomorrow another of my little whores will have something for you. Do not disobey her directions for you, or your daughter and you will both be punished."

"Please Bree, I will do anything for you to stop this."

Bree laughed, "Oh don't worry. Very soon you will be doing anything I ask anyway." As she left, taking my daughter with her, she said, "I think Katherine will stay at my house until you are ready. She will return home only after you have come to my house and committed yourself to being the lesbian slut you so badly want to be."

"Katherine, stop," I weakly demanded.

She looked at me, but said, "Sorry mom, I have to go."

Bree grabbed Katherine by the hand and they left. I sat there stunned, dazed, defeated and fucking horny. I dashed upstairs, quickly grabbed my nearest vibrator, lifted my skirt with urgency, and crammed the object up my pussy. I feverishly fucked myself to multiple orgasms, all the while envisioning my submission. Was there any way to stop it? Did I want to stop it? My mind said one thing, my pussy another.

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DAY 5: THURSDAY

Trepidation overwhelmed me as I prepared for what I expected was a day of sexual humiliation. I thought about calling in sick, but I worried that my daughter may be punished. I still kept wondering how to stop this. Who would believe me? Besides, Bree had broken no law as far as I could see. I got dressed in a long blue dress, beige pantyhose and my usual two inch heels. I arrived at school and was pleasantly surprised to see no one was at my office. By 10 o'clock I began to relax thinking that maybe Bree was just bluffing.

That was not to be, however. At around 10:30, Carol Row, our school president, came into the library. Abruptly, she crossed the room and handed me a package. I saw immediately it contained thigh-high stockings. "I assume you are wearing full pantyhose?" Carol asked rather accusingly. As I nodded in the affirmative, she added, "Well, Bree wants you in stockings. And she wants me to put them on for you."

Looking around the library and seeing how full it was, I implied to Carol with a simple gesture that such a task was not possible. Quickly, she responded, "Look, Mrs. Winston. I don't have all day here. I left my chemistry class in order to fulfill my instructions from Bree. So figure something out quickly so I don't have the added worry of Mr. Collins sending someone to find me."

As I wondered just how many girls Bree had under her thumb, I resigned myself to complying with this order too, if only to help Carol out. It did seem lately that was my motivation a lot. I quickly beckoned for her to follow me into the storage room, where we could hide behind some stacks of boxes. More work, I somehow managed to complain to myself, seeing them there so far untouched.

Back to the task at hand, I began to remove my pantyhose. "Stop, bitch!" Carol exclaimed. "I am to do that."

"Carol, mind your language."

Ignoring my plea for civility, she just cackled, her face close to mine, "Mrs. Winston, you are just another whore. Soon you will be eating cunt daily, pleasing girl after girl. Now stand still."

Stunned by her declaration, I just stood there as she flipped up my dress and removed my pantyhose. For earlier implying that she needed to make quick work of this, Carol sure did her chore slower than I would have expected. She seemed to make a show of carefully unwrapping the package, then slowly moving the first stocking up my leg, lingering with her head close to my pussy. 'Did she just take a whiff of my scent?', I wondered. 'And why do I feel aroused?' As she finished placing the second stocking on my other leg, she again her face lingered near my now damp pussy. I had to brace myself against the counter when her mouth gently touched my underwear-covered pussy. "My, my, my, Mrs. Winston, you smell delicious." Standing up to look at me eye to eye, she asked, "why are you so wet?"

I said nothing, because really what does one say to such a question, at such a time? Her hand went to my panties and she rubbed my pussy through my panties, while she whispered in my ear, "You are a little dyke whore like your daughter, aren't you?" When I didn't respond, she laughed, her hand reaching down my panties followed by a finger easily sliding inside my drenched cunt, "Beg me to let you cum, you fucking slut."

Too far gone to control my emotions I begged, "Please Carol, get me off."

As soon as I said it, she picked up the pace, pumping her finger in and out of my hole furiously. I closed my eyes as Carol frantically finger-fucked me until I came. When I opened my eyes, I saw her i-phone and her smiling lasciviously. She delightfully turned the phone around to reveal the picture she had taken of me while I was in the throes of orgasmic bliss. 'Would everyone who saw this know it was me?', Probably not, but it was still humiliating.

Carol still had that smile on her face as she said, "Fuck, you really are a horny little bitch. Aren't you, Mrs. Winston?"

I remained silent as I recovered from my orgasm.

She shook her head, looked at me condescendingly, and gave a soft chuckle, as she left the storage room, sucking on her finger.

I spent a couple of minutes recovering before I returned to the library to work. Just as lunch was about to start, Carol came back into the library and demanded "Back room. Now."

With no hesitation, I obeyed. Excitedly, almost like she was chatting with a friend, she asked, "Ever used a we-vibe, Mrs. Winston?"

"A what vibe?" was my surprised answer. I shook my head no.

"Well then, girl, you are in for a treat. I can hardly believe Bree has picked me to be the one to introduce you to this delightful toy. Sit on the counter, Mrs. Winston, and spread your legs wide." With curiosity and intrigue, I complied, and then watched as she held the device up for me to see before enthusiastically lifting my skirt, tugging on my panties, and swiftly cramming the strange-looking device into my cunt. I immediately moaned, as I felt strange pulses vibrate on my clit and inside my pussy. Every few seconds the pulse would occur. The toy seemed to just lightly touch my g-spot, teasing me even more. "This stays in your cunt until Bree retrieves it, understand slut?"

I moaned as I said, "But...this is driving me crazy."

Mischievously grinning, Carol said, "Well, feel this if you think that's good." She then placed her hand against the toy, pressuring it against my clit. I instantly began to feel an orgasm rising in me. Carol smiled and seeing me close, began lightly spanking my pussy as she whispered, "Cum for me slut; cum like the whore you want to be." Such names should have offended me, yet it was the trigger button that had me quaking in ecstasy, my orgasm quick and intense. As that orgasm dissipated, another was soon building as Carol continued the pulsating pressure. Finally, just as I experienced another orgasm, Carol removed her hand. "You get to keep this in your old cunt until Bree herself removes it, Mrs. Winston. And, you are even allowed to have as many orgasms as you want. That is a rare generous offer Bree is offering; I highly recommend you take advantage of it!" she exclaimed as she left the room.

I sat there for minutes as I recovered from my double orgasm. I finally returned to work, still greatly distracted.

The light sensations of the pulsating toy had me going crazy all afternoon. It had me so horny I would do just about anything to get off. I went up front and helped a student sign out a book, all the while trying not to orgasm right in front of her. I went to the backroom and got myself off twice over the next couple of hours, but the buzzing ripples kept me near the brink all afternoon. My pussy never completely satisfied, always craving more.

When the bell indicating the end of my work day finally arrived, I rushed into my office, grabbed my things, and meant to hurriedly get out of there. However, as I turned to leave, there stood Mary Jane, dressed in her cheerleader outfit.

Always such a sweetheart of a girl with her ever-present smile, she walked right over to me."Hi Mrs. Winston, how are you today?"

"OK,' I tentatively replied, wondering of course the reason for her visit, was she Bree's slave as well? "How are you, Miss Sheff?"

"Oh, exquisite ma'am," she responded cheerfully. "Bree requested that I give you this package and tell you to put in on the second you get home from work today."

I reluctantly took the package and worriedly asked, "Mary Jane, Bree has you too?"

Mary Jane smiled and said matter-of-factly, "Yes, she is a great mistress. Have a good day," and she bounced out cheerfully.

Curiosity immediately got the best of me so I took the package into my office rather than straight home with it. Opening it, I found a cheerleader's outfit and some Hooters coloured pantyhose I sighed, wondering what new twist this indicated. Putting the box lid back on, I rushed home.

During the drive home, I actually wondered how it would look on me. Excited about the prospect, I immediately ran to the bedroom upon my return. Outfit now on, I admired myself in the mirror. I especially liked how sexy my still firm legs looked in the dark mocha pantyhose. Bree seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Damn, you look both hot and slutty!" she exclaimed.

I responded, "Bree, what are you doing in my house?"

"I had to come and check out my new whore," she said and took a picture of me.

"Stop that."

Click.

Bree was now right in front of me. "Nadine. I think you are incredibly hot in that outfit. It really makes me want you now. And you know I always get what I want." Her hand went to my crotch. She rubbed gently. I whimpered. "So....we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, my sweet baby."

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