Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride

Bree, being an expert at seduction, played this evening very differently, lulling Susanne into a false sense of security. All evening, Bree did nothing. No flirting, no teasing, no remote hint at what was to come. She allowed Susanne's friends to do all the traditional bachelorette things as Bree watched the plan unfold perfectly.

Susanne was on guard all evening. She kept waiting for Bree to pounce. Oddly, when Bree ignored her, Susanne felt an undeniable feeling of disappointment. As the night went on and the drinks piled up, Susanne's inhibitions faded and she made a fool of herself at the last couple pubs.

When Maggie suggested they call it a night, a rather drunk Susanne agreed and Maggie led her sister to the limo, with Bree following behind. Unfortunately, Abby was too young to get into this elite club and pouted like a little kid. Bree gave Abby one last task ordering her to go and hit on Susanne's best friend Ellie. Abby smiled deviously and went back into the club on a mission.

The drive to the club was quick and Susanne was surprised when the limo stopped at another bar. Susanne looked out the window, "I thought we were going home?"

Bree put her hand on Susanne's leg, "Oh, we just thought we should hit one more club."

Susanne instantly felt an electric charge flow through her from Bree's touch as she stammered, "Maybe we should just go home. I am really tired."

Bree smiled mischievously and her voice shifted from suggesting to ordering, "No Susanne, we are going in." Bree pulled Susanne out, holding onto her hand. Maggie followed behind, amused, knowing exactly what type of club they were going into.

Once inside, they went to a reserved table, close to the dance floor, a location that made them central to all the action. A waitress came and took their orders while Susanne scanned the bar. After a few seconds, she noticed, "There are no men here."

Bree agreed, putting her hand back on Susanne's leg, "Indeed there are not."

The warmth immediately was back as Susanne struggled to stay focused. She noticed at that moment two girls kissing on the dance floor and let out a shocked gasp. She finally began to make the obvious correlation: she was in a lesbian bar. She stammered, "Are we in a l-l-lesbian bar?"

Bree corrected, "A club and yes we are in a lesbian club. Do you like?"

Susanne looked away from Bree, attempting to avoid contact all the while her pussy began to heat up. Before Bree, she had never met a lesbian or seen any sort of lesbian action and now here she was in a lesbian bar. She couldn't believe how attractive the majority of the women were here and how the age ranged from 21 to over 60.

The waitress returned with their drinks and asked, "Your bachelorette party, I assume?"

"Yes," Susanne answered, ashamed to be in such a place as an about to be married woman.

The waitress added, noticing Susanne's nervousness, "Don't worry ma'am, what happens at the Le Chateau Club stays at the Le Chateau Club. Have fun, experiment, let loose." The waitress gave a wink to Susanne and Bree and served another table.

Bree explained, "Up there, Susanne, are the private rooms where some of the more elite go to have fun. On the other hand, sometimes the fun happens right in plain view."

Susanne looked across the room where Bree was pointing and gave yet another shocked gasp as she saw a pair of black heels underneath a table where a woman, in her 60s at least, was sitting with a pleasant smile on her face. Susanne watched the scene distracted, not even noticing Bree's hand slide farther up her thigh.

Bree waited a few seconds before sliding her hand under Susanne's dress, which had Susanne jump, startled.

Susanne pleaded, somewhat weakly, "Bree, please don't."

"Don't what?" Bree asked, deviously.

Susanne struggled to put into words what she wanted to say. Again her mind was screaming 'no, no, no' while her body was screaming 'yes, yes, yes'. Finally she sputtered, "Please stop, I am about to be married."

Bree's hand didn't move. She smiled and said innocently, "Is that what the problem is? I have many women who have pleased me who are married." Bree looked around for someone she knew and then whispered to Maggie, "Go over to the brunette by the bar in the red and tell her Bree wants to see her."

Maggie said, loud enough for her sister to hear, "Yes, Mistress."

Susanne watched silently as her sister walked over to a slightly chubby, but glamorously dressed, brunette at the bar sipping a margarita.

Bree explained, "Susanne, what you must understand is that all women are either dominant or submissive in bed. Some can be switches, in other words can be domme or sub, based on their mood or partner, but most are one or the other. Your sister is textbook sub. She has a facade of invulnerability and power that she presents at the Sorority House and when she is not presenting this image she wants to relax, to let go off all control. Your niece, on the other hand, is still young and is just really eager to please, because of her mommy issues. Abby spent her whole childhood trying to please her mother and was always desperately looking for acknowledgement that she was good enough. Thus she was trained to be submissive by her upbringing. So when I got to know her, she was easy to seduce and make a willing, eager sub. Now you, on the other hand..."

Susanne was intoxicated with the hypnotic assessments of her sister and niece and perversely curious what this young co-ed had to say about her. Unfortunately, Maggie returned with the very pretty, although slightly older than she originally thought, woman and Bree took over the conversation, leaving Susanne hanging high and dry, so to speak.

Bree greeted her, "Hi Angelica."

"Hi, Bree," the brunette responded with a shy smile.

"Maggie, go wait in line for Big Rosie," Bree instructed.

"Yes, Mistress," Maggie said, overtly excited.

Susanne watched in confusion as her sister disappeared towards the washroom.

Bree continued to ignore the MILF she was trying to seduce as she talked to Angelica. "Please answer all the following questions for me. I need to make a point to the bride-to-be next to be."

"Of course," Angelica responded, really checking out a now self-conscious Susanne.

"First, how old are you?"

"Fifty-one."

"How long have you been married?"

"Twenty-eight years next month."

"How many kids do you have?"

"Three."

"Are you happily married?"

"Extremely."

"Yet, you are craving the privilege of falling to your knees, crawling under my table and eating my cunt, aren't you?"

Susanne watched in utter silence, secretly fascinated by the power of Bree and a small part of her wishing she was Angelica.

"Desperately, Bree. I would love to eat your hot cunt," Angelica responded, not remotely embarrassed by the absurdity of the confession. She then looked directly at Susanne and added, "Unless you would like to. It is your bachelorette party."

Susanne shook her head no in humiliation, desperate to deny the inner torment spreading throughout her.

Angelica asked one more time, "Are you sure?"

Susanne again shook her head no.

Bree impatiently ordered, "Get to work, slut."

Angelica looked at Susanne and said, "Your loss," and dropped to her knees and crawled under the table.

As the older married woman began pleasing Bree, Bree explained, giving the odd moan of pleasure, "You see Susanne, you can be married and still play the other side."

Susanne completely out of her element and hornier than she would want to let on, said, "I need to go to the washroom."

Bree pointed to the right and said, "Be careful, there are a lot of predators looking for fresh meat."

Susanne looked fretfully towards Bree before she made her way to the bathroom. When Susanne reached the bathroom, she saw her sister was in line, behind two other women, to a stall even though there were two other open stalls. Curious as to why this was the case, she walked over to her sister and asked, "Maggie, why are you waiting in line?"

Maggie looked directly into her sister's eyes, "I am waiting for my turn to please Big Rosie."

Susanne was perplexed by her sister's words and startled to hear the echoing sound of an orgasm coming from the stall her sister was waiting in line for. Suddenly the light bulb flickered on and she realized where Big Rosie was.

Maggie said, "She has the most delicious pussy in the world. People wait in line here every night for the opportunity to taste her perfect nectar. If you want to watch there are peepholes on both sides of the stall."

Susanne watched as the stall door opened and a young redhead came out of the stall, her make-up a mess and her face shiny. Susanne continued to stare in morbid curiosity as a skinny black girl in her 30s, give or take, entered the stall. After the stall closed she stared at the short, chubby, Asian girl next in line until the Asian said, "It's not polite to stare, my pretty; if I hadn't been in line for forty-five minutes already, I would devour you whole."

Susanne blushed rose red and looked nervously at her sister who added, "You are very popular, aren't you?"

Susanne, realizing she had to pee very soon, went to the only open stall unoccupied, to the immediate left of Big Rosie. She closed the door and quickly sat on the toilet. As she peed she heard the foul mouth and sexual sounds of Rosie like: "That's it slut, suck my big clit," and "Faster bitch, this isn't no lovemaking session." Susanne listened in an exotic trance long after she finished peeing as she wondered what Rosie looked like. She fought hard to not look, but curiosity got the better of her and she leaned forward and looked through the peephole. She couldn't believe what she saw. Rosie was an extremely large black woman with breasts larger than Susanne could even fathom a woman having. Susanne stared at Rosie's long nipples and could feel her own pussy getting excited when Rosie announced, "Looks like we have a fan." Susanne quickly moved away, trying to regroup. Rosie continued, "Bitch don't go away, get back here and watch. You know you want to."

But by that time, Susanne had already stood up and was already unlocking her stall. When she exited, she heard Rosie call, "You'll be back, they always come back."

The Asian smiled, "Enjoy the show?"

Susanne walked past the Asian and her sister, who she was sure had a smirk on her face. Susanne went directly to the table where Bree seemed to be alone. Susanne attempted to see if that slut woman was still under the table but couldn't tell.

Bree smiled as soon as Susanne returned and asked, "Did anyone hit on you?"

Susanne asked, adamant to leave, "Where is my purse? I am out of here."

Bree's smile didn't falter. She commanded, "Susanne sit down now."

Susanne stubbornly didn't move as Bree's smile faded just a touch. This time she ordered, a tone daring the bride-to-be to question her, "Susanne, you do not want to get on my bad side. Sit down, now."

Susanne hesitated, but scared of what Bree might do, obeyed.

Without any warning, Bree leaned in and kissed Susanne. Susanne was surprised first by the sudden aggressive sexual contact, and then second by how warm the co-ed's lips were and how passionate the kiss was. Thirdly, she was shocked at the fact that she didn't want the kiss to end. Instead of breaking away like any good Christian girl, about to be married, should do, she opened her mouth and allowed Bree's tongue to slip between her lips. The kiss went on for what seemed like both an eternity of bliss and just a millisecond of pleasure, an oxymoron that was completely inexplicable to all but Susanne herself. When Bree broke the kiss, Susanne, reacting, attempted to pull Bree back in. Bree smiled, "All in good time, my dear."

Susanne opened her eyes, coming to full grips with what had just occurred.

Bree, her smile still pasted on her face, moved her hand under Susanne's skirt and went directly to her panty-covered crotch. Bree asked, "Why are you wearing thigh high stockings, my dear?"

Susanne, hypnotized by Bree's eyes and distracted by the warmth of Bree's touch down below, answered honestly, and embarrassingly, "Because you told me it was sexy before."

"So you wanted to please me," Bree asked, as her finger gently traced the wet pussy lips through the sheer panty.

"Yes, no, I don't know," a confused, distracted and increasingly horny Susanne responded.

"Oh you do," Bree purred, "You have obeyed, whether you want to admit it or not, everything I have asked."

Susanne moaned slightly as Bree put just a touch more pressure on Susanne's cunt.

"You have had dreams about me, haven't you?" Bree inquired.

"Yes," Suzanne admitted, no longer making eye contact with the co-ed seductress.

"You have masturbated, thinking about me, haven't you?" Bree continued the humiliating questioning.

"Yes," whispered Susanne, still with her head down, eyes closed and breathing getting heavier.

"Are you horny, Susanne?" Bree asked, knowing full well the answer to the question, her finger feeling the wetness beginning to seep through the thin underwear.

"Yes," Susanne once again confirmed.

"Do you want me to get you off, Susanne?" Bree asked, her finger slipping past the underwear and to the bride-to-be's wet pussy lips.

A loud moan escaped Susanne's lips and she opened her eyes to see Bree inches away. Susanne hesitated only briefly before giving herself to the pretty co-ed, "Yes, Bree, please get me off."

Bree slid a finger inside the horny and distracted MILF and explained, as Susanne let out a sudden scream, "I will give you pleasure you can't even begin to imagine, but you must submit to me."

Susanne, no longer thinking logically, answered quickly, "OK."

Bree began to pump her finger in and out of her latest seduction's pussy, "I don't want you to submit now while intoxicated. There is no fun in that. You must submit to me when you are sober and thinking clearly." Bree pulled her finger out of Susanne and put it to her lips and added, "Hmmm, you taste just like your sister."

Susanne, confused at this sudden change, pleaded, "Please, don't stop."

Bree kissed Susanne hard, then suggested, "I want you to submit to me on your wedding day, in your wedding dress."

"Oh my God," Susanne responded, "you can't be serious."

Bree quickly retorted, "Deadly." Her finger went back under the dress and back into the MILF's wet pussy.

Susanne moaned, again distracted, but said, "I can't do that."

Bree hooked her finger inside Susanne's box of warmth, easily finding Susanne's g-spot, "Yes you can and yes you will." Bree put pressure on Susanne's g-spot and just as Susanne was about to have an orgasm, Bree pulled her finger out and stood up. Bree looked at the dishevelled and horny bride-to-be MILF and said, "I should get going, my dear. The limo will take you home whenever you are ready." Bree simply walked away and out the front door.

Susanne watched in frustrated devastation as the co-ed left her on the brink of an intense orgasm. Unable to resist her own desires, she closed her eyes and decided to finish what Bree had started. Her hand went under her dress and she began to rebuild the orgasm that had begun to subside. A minute into her own self-pleasure she was startled as she felt hands push her legs apart, followed by hot breath under her skirt. She opened her eyes, but couldn't see anything; she assumed it was Bree finishing what she started. She let out a moan as the woman under the table pulled Susanne's panties to the side and began licking. Susanne, although close to orgasmic bliss, looked around to see if anyone else was watching. No one seemed to be, so she simply closed her eyes and let the pleasure build. It took less than two minutes, although it was the greatest two minutes of her sexual life, for Susanne to have her most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She unconsciously pushed the mystery girl's head deeper into her exploding cunt to get even more pleasure from this naughty act. The pleasure spread from her toes, all the way through her body, and seemed to last forever. When the orgasm began to subside, she let go of the girl's head and collapsed back.

Susanne waited to see who the giver of her most pleasurable orgasm ever was. The girl underneath the table slowly moved from beneath Susanne's legs, her tongue sliding down Susanne's thigh. Much to Susanne's surprise, she felt the mystery girl put both hands on her hips and pull at her underwear. Susanne lifted up her ass and felt her underwear slide down her legs.

A few seconds later, the giver of pleasure crawled out from underneath the table and revealed herself.

Susanne stared at her in stunned shock. This girl could not be twenty-one. Susanne even doubted she was eighteen. The adorable cute girl broke the awkward silence as she introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Jenny. My Mistress, Megan, over there suggested I come and help you. I hope you didn't mind."

Susanne looked over to where the young girl pointed and saw a beautiful redhead looking directly at her. The redhead blew Susanne a kiss. Susanne asked, in a stutter, praying the answer was at least eighteen, "H-h-h-how old are you, Jenny?"

Jenny smiled, "I'm eighteen, ma'am."

Susanne gave a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God."

Jenny, in her sweet innocent way, said, "Thank you for allowing me to please you. You have a delicious pussy. I hope you don't mind but my Mistress instructed I return with your panties."

Jenny began to walk away, but Susanne, before she could even stop herself said, "Jenny."

Jenny stopped and looked at Susanne, "Yes, ma'am."

"My name is Susanne. And thank you."

Jenny's eyes lit up, "You are very welcome. It was a pleasure pleasuring you." She gave Susanne a corny wave and went back to her table. (To read more about Jenny and her Mistress Megan read the Bedding the Babysitter series)

Susanne watched Jenny leave and tried to bring herself back to reality. She wondered what social etiquette was after such an experience. As she pondered this, her cell phone rang. Susanne checked the caller id and saw it was her fiancé. Mortified she took a deep breath and answered, "Hi, honey." The brief conversation brought her back to reality and once she finished talking to Todd, she stood up and decided to leave. She thought about checking on her sister, but figured fuck it, she could get her own ride home. Susanne shot the rest of her drink, grabbed her purse and headed out. She took one last glance at Jenny, gave her a thank you smile and exited the club.

During the ride home, she decided there was no way she could see Bree before her wedding. It was the only way to guarantee she didn't submit to the powerful seductress.

8.THE WEDDING DAY: THE FINAL SUBMISSION

Susanne was at the church, dressed in her white thong, white garter, white bra, white stockings, white heels and, of course, white dress. Her hair was immaculate and she looked radiant. Outside she looked ready for the wedding that was to begin in one hour. Inside she kept nervously looking at the clock that seemed to have stopped moving, worried for the impending and assumed arrival of Bree.

Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on the door and Bree came in, dressed in a beautiful aqua blue dress and mocha coloured stockings. Bree gave Maggie a look and Maggie immediately left the room, closing the door behind her.

Bree sauntered over to the bride and asked, "So have you had time to consider my very generous offer?"

Susanne looked away as she muttered, almost inaudibly, "Yes, I have and I just can't."

Bree explained, "I know what you need Susanne. Your body craves submission to me. Although you have guilt over betraying your husband, you can't resist. We can play this game, but I know, and you know, that I am right."