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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate

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SUMMARY: Black lawyer seduced and dommed by white teenage girl.

Each of these seductions definitely stands on their own:

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride


Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight

Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor

NOTE 1: That said, this one follows after MILF Lesbian Seductress: Neighbour and even has a few of the same lines of dialogue although written from a different character's perspective.

Also, I get criticized for always writing white submits to black (with the exception of Deconstructing the Professor) so I thought I would try a black woman submits to a white teen girl story...this is the result.

NOTE 2: I should note that although the lawyer in this story is in her thirties, much older than my eighteen year old seductress Bree, she isn't necessarily a MILF, as she has no children and is single. Yet, it fits the younger seduces older undercurrent of this series.

NOTE 3: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86.

NOTE 4: Sorry it has taken so long to bring BREE back. Hopefully it won't take so long next time.

*****

It had been an exhausting day. The case had not gone as smoothly as anticipated and I needed to do some work over the weekend to prepare for Monday morning when the case resumed.

I had been home less than fifteen minutes, just long enough to get out of my heels and pour myself a glass of wine when there was a knock at the door.

I put my glass down and went to answer the door, shocked at what I saw. It was my neighbour, Nadine, a woman in her thirties, and a librarian at the public school, dressed in a high school cheerleader's outfit. I don't think I hid my shock too well as I tried to act normal. "Hi, Nadine."

Nadine blurted out, clearly nervous to be at my front door dressed so inappropriately, "Hi Joan. Can I borrow some batteries for this toy?" She raised her hand to show me a big pink vibrator.

I couldn't believe this reserved mother and community leader was at my front door dressed like a teenager and was now asking for batteries for a sex toy. Wanting to get her inside and out of the public eye, I said, still not sure this wasn't some bizarre prank, "Um ok. Come on in."

Once she was inside, she handed me the toy. Being a lawyer I was used to dealing with surprises and showing no emotion, so I took the toy, gave one more look at her attire and said, "I think I have some batteries that will fit this in the office."

I went to the office, sat down at my desk and looked at the vibrator. It was bigger than anything I had and made me think I should probably buy myself a new sex toy. My current one I had bought in college, and it was small and didn't really get me off. I opened the toy to see what kind of batteries it needed. I opened a drawer, grabbed the appropriate batteries and headed back to Nadine.

I inserted the batteries as I walked. Reaching Nadine, I turned it on to make sure it worked and was surprised how much faster and more intense the vibrations were compared to my old toy and I was instantly curious what it would feel like in me. Turning it back off, I handed it to her and smiled, "Seems to work now." Deciding I had to know, curious as hell to know why she was dressed as she was, I asked, "But I have to ask, Nadine, why are you in a cheerleading outfit?"

Nadine looked uncomfortable, as if trying to decide what to say to me. Eventually, she blurted out, "Bree made me."

Bree was a pretty high school student a couple doors down from me who seemed rather sure of herself, based on the few times I had talked to her at community events. Yet, the answer seemed bizarre. I asked, actually surprised and wanting to make sure I heard her right, "She made you?"

"Yes," She admitted, her face beet red, as she continued to shock me, "I can't explain it, but Bree is my Mistress, and I must obey everything she requests."

Her answer was so absurd, I asked, beginning to think I was being put on, "Really?"

Although at first she was reserved and embarrassed, she now looked me in the eyes as she continued, "Oh, yes, really Joan." After a pause, she added, her tone suddenly seductive, "Oh, and I almost forgot, I am supposed to ask if you could use my services."

"Excuse me?" I asked, completely shocked by her offer and odd behaviour.

She continued, clarifying her offer, "Yes, Joan. I would love to eat your pussy."

I gasped, but said firmly, in no uncertain terms, "I think you should leave now, Nadine!"

"Ok," she said, suddenly looking embarrassed like she did when she first arrived on my door step, "Sorry to have bothered you."

She turned and walked away and I closed the door...bewildered by the past five minutes. What could possibly have transpired to make Nadine act like that? How in the world did Bree seemingly make Nadine do something so out of character? Lastly, why was my pussy wet?

I grabbed my wine, downed it, poured another glass and went to have a bubble bath. In the tub, I couldn't get the bizarre encounter with Nadine out of my head. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the fact I hadn't had sex in months, but I was undeniably horny. Closing my eyes, I began pleasuring myself in the tub. I imagined taking Nadine, who was a pretty woman, up on her offer. I wasn't a lesbian by any stretch, never having even kissed a woman before, but the idea of having my pussy licked was very appealing. It didn't take long for me to get off imagining Nadine eating me out. My orgasm done, I shook my head at the strange evening and my reaction to it...I clearly needed to get laid soon.

...

The next day, Saturday, I was heading into the office a little after ten to get some work done for the continuing of the case Monday, when I saw Bree and Nadine's daughter Katherine, both dressed strangely for a Saturday morning in skirts and pantyhose walking towards my car.

Bree, seeing me, waved, "Good morning, Ms. Myers."

My face went red as I flashbacked to Nadine's words about Bree from last night. The wind caught her skirt, lifting it up and revealing she was wearing thigh highs, which made her outfit even more inappropriate. "Good morning, Bree, Katherine," I called back, reaching my car. "Shouldn't you ladies still be sleeping?"

Bree smiled, "We never went to bed."

"Oh, to be young again," I joked, although I was a pretty boring teenager, always focused on getting the highest marks so I could get into Harvard...which I did.

Bree walked towards me, a confident look on her face. She asked, "Did you have a good night?"

Recalling my masturbation session in my tub, I suddenly felt flushed. Yet, I answered, "It was an early bedtime."

Reaching me, she said with an odd confidence, "On a Friday night. You should have come over and joined us."

Knowing, or assuming, that she had sex with Nadine last night and I couldn't fathom how Katherine fit into the picture, I answered logically, "I'm not sure I should be partying with teenage girls."

"First, we're both eighteen and legal adults," Bree pointed out; seemingly unable to not sound sultry when she talked. "And second," she continued, her words dripping with innuendo that wouldn't have meant anything if said to me before yesterday, but after the Nadine incident, I knew exactly what she was implying, when she added, "an evening with me would forever change your life."

Her tone, her determined look, her sultry voice and obvious sexual intentions on me had me flustered unlike the many high powered lawyers who tried to get under my skin, as I said, "Um, I need to get to work."

"On a Saturday?" Bree asked.

"Work never ends," I shrugged.

"I think, Ms. Myers, you need to get out more," she suggested, before adding, speaking each word slowly with deliberate intent, "relax...experiment...live life...submit to your natural desires."

"My natural desires?" I questioned.

"Yes, it is obvious that you need a sexual outlet from your intense job," Bree said matter-of-factly.

"That is ludicrous," I retorted.

"Is it?" she asked. "When was the last time you got laid?"

"That is none of your business," I said firmly, as I went to open my car door, shocked by her forwardness.

Bree, her aggressive behaviour slightly intimidating, as she moved so close to me I could smell her perfume, asked, "Why didn't you take up my slut's offer?"

"Young lady, this is very inappropriate," I firmly responded, reminding her of the age gap between us and that I was the adult.

"Is your cunt wet right now?" she asked, her tone sultry, ignoring completely my firm scolding.

I glanced over to Katherine who was watching from her own car, before I repeated my scolding, "Young lady, you will not speak to me in such a manner."

"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled, turning away and walking back to Katherine.

Rattled by her behaviour, I quickly got into my car, and pulled out of the driveway. I turned the opposite way and looked in my review mirror, to see Bree was watching me and blowing me a kiss.

As I drove, I couldn't believe her aggressive, presumptuous behaviour. Was she that aggressive with Nadine? What in the world made her think she could talk to me like that? She had always been a bit self-centered from my few interactions with her, but this was completely different. Lastly, why the hell was I wet?

Getting to work, I tried to push the strange confrontation out of my mind, as I focused on the case I was going to be defending on Monday. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay focused and after a few of hours of getting very little done I decided to call it a day.

It wasn't until I was driving home, a little after three o'clock that I replayed the two strange conversations I had with Nadine and Bree. Passing an adult sex store, I made a sharp turn and pulled in, the thought of a new sex toy suddenly seeming like a good idea.

In the store, I was quickly overwhelmed...there were toys everywhere...many of which I couldn't even fathom having a sexual purpose. In such a store, I felt nervous and out of place, but I quickly, my head down, went to where the female toys were. Once there, I didn't know where to start; like a kid in a candy store, they all looked good to me.

Behind me a female voice asked, "Can I help you, ma'am?"

I jumped slightly, startled, but joked, "The evolution of sex toys has really evolved since I was in college."

The younger women laughed, "And you're in the tame section."

Grabbing a twelve inch rubber cock, I asked, "This is tame?"

"Turn the corner if you want your world rocked," she smiled.

"I'm overwhelmed with these...not sure I'm ready for whatever is around the corner," I said jokingly, although I meant it. After a pause, I said, "I just want a new vibrator that can help me when a man isn't available."

"For a simple vibrator, this is our best seller," the young girl explained, grabbing an eight inch pink vibrator, that ironically looked identical to the one Nadine had brought over the night before, which had triggered this visit to the sex shop in the first place.

"This is three inches longer than my current one," I again joked, finding humour the easiest way to make me comfortable talking about sex toys.

"I imagine it is a lot more powerful too. This one has eight settings for speeds and different pulsations depending on your mood," she explained.

"My mood?" I questioned. My mood when I used my vibrator, which was rare, was I was horny.

She explained, "This vibrator can be really intense and give you a quick, explosive orgasm or it can give you a slow, building tease that will keep you on the edge of pleasure forever. It can do everything in between, too."

"Oh," I nodded, never having thought about just having a relaxing orgasm.

"Also, that doesn't include what you decide to do with your hands," she said, with a naughty smile.

I laughed, "Is there an instruction manual for this thing?"

She shook her head no. "That is the best part...you can experiment and explore your body."

"I suppose," I said still feeling uncomfortable with the discussion. Deciding this would do, I said, "I'll take it."

"Now I must show you one more thing before you go," she said excitedly.

I quipped, "I'm not ready to go around that corner yet."

"I imagine that is true," she agreed, before adding, "but this toy is the best invention for single women ever."

"Okay, you have me curious," I replied.

She grabbed a big long looking wand and said, "It's called a magical wand."

"It should be called a mini sex-bat," I joked.

"It does give you a major bang for your buck," she joked back, before adding a baseball reference, "and it is guaranteed to hit a home run every time."

"This can't go in you," I said, unable to fathom how this long stick with a wide head could possibly be a sex toy.

She laughed. "It doesn't go in you. You put it on your clit and pussy lips, sometimes while using your fingers, a real penis, dildo, vibrator, strap-on, double-ended dildo, or, my favourites, a vibrating egg or ben wa balls."

"You lost me at vibrating egg," I said, bewildered by the lengthy list of things that could go inside a vagina.

"Oooooh, you should get one of those, too," she said, excited like I was when recommending classic literature to friends. She grabbed an egg-shaped toy and continued, "This also has a few different speeds and can be used to give you intense or soothing pleasure. I often wear one of these when out with the boyfriend."

"Really?" I asked, unable to fathom how that wouldn't be incredibly uncomfortable and distracting.

"It makes the sex later amazing," she added.

"I am getting a whole lesson on sex toys," I joked, although it wasn't really a joke.

She shrugged, "Sorry, I get excited by toys."

"Pun not intended," I teased, feeling somehow more comfortable the more I took to this unnamed young woman.

She broke out laughing.

Deciding what the hell, I had the money, I said, "I'll buy all three."

"You're making a good choice," she nodded, taking the items.

"It's time to enter the 21st century, it seems," I nodded.

"Oh, to do that, you would have to go around the corner," she winked.

"Maybe next time," I shrugged. "I think three toys are enough of a step forward."

"You'll be all the buzz," she quipped, before adding, "pun intended."

I bought the items, some batteries, got a twenty percent discount, and learned her name was Rylee. I thanked her for her advice and she said you're welcome and come back anytime. I don't know why I said it, I was never one to say such sexual things, but I quipped, "Oh, I hope to be coming very soon."

Back in the car, feeling oddly surreal, I drove home hoping to try my new toys. The day had been a complete waste and oddly stressful and I definitely needed to relax and a good orgasm would surely help.

Once inside the house, I quickly went to my room to get undressed, excited to experiment with my new toys. Getting naked, I put the toys on my bed, grabbed my laptop and pulled up my favourite erotica site, Literotica.

Although I am definitely a prim and proper woman, my fantasies are often quite naughty. I read about being gangbanged, blackmailed or seduced. The reality is I am way too worried about my career to ever risk it with kinky sex, but the idea of being forced has always been a turn-on. So when I go online I often search for stories about blackmail, coercion, and so forth.

I put batteries in both the vibrator and the wand and began pleasing myself, both toys on low. I read a couple blackmail stories, imagined I was the blackmailed protagonist being forced to be a slut and soon was pumping the vibrator in my cunt, while holding the wand on my clit creating an intense pleasure that had my orgasm building quickly.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I considered not answering it, but I reluctantly stopped the toys, pulled the vibrator out, put on a robe and headed downstairs.

I looked through my peephole to see it was Katherine, looking nervous, standing on my doorstep in a girl scout's outfit. I sighed, assuming this was another strange confrontation led by Bree. Yet, Katherine was a sweet girl and one I instantly thought maybe I could help.

I opened the door and cheerfully greeted, "Good afternoon, Katherine."

"Hi, Ms. Myers," she greeted back, avoiding eye contact.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, curious what she was going to say.

"Would you like to buy some Girl Scout panties?" she asked, which shocked me completely.

I was so taken aback by her question; I was literally speechless.

"They've been freshly come in," the young lady continued, though clearly mortified to be saying it.

"Katherine, please come in," I offered, deciding I was going to have to do something about this.

"I can't," she shook her head, before adding, looking up at me with a look of both guilt and hunger, "unless you want the Girl Scout lick special."

"Girl Scout lick special?" I questioned, even though I was pretty sure what she was implying.

Out of the blue, Bree showed up from around the corner, and said, "Yes, Ms. Myers, it's a brand new badge Girl Scouts can earn by servicing sexually deprived older women like yourself."

Her pretentious attitude, even if she was right and I was under sexed, pissed me off and I snapped, "Bree, it's time to grow up."

She laughed, "Oh, Ms. Myers, denial is so adorable."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, somehow allowing myself to get drawn into a battle of personalities I didn't need to join.

"You're the prototype," she vaguely explained.

I sighed, "I don't have time for this."

Ignoring my words again, she continued, "Overworked and under pleasured is a bad mixture."

"You're eighteen, what do you know about the real world," I shot back, annoyed that her words continued to be correct...but like in the court room I wasn't going to admit when my opponent was right.

"Deniaaaal," she said all sing-song, pretentiousness dripping in just one word. She added, "Katherine's mom said very similar words and look at her now...a perfect pussy pleaser."

"I'm not Nadine," I pointed out.

"No, you're worse. At least Nadine has a man at home," Bree countered, moving directly in front of me, before shifting her tone to sultry, "although no one can pleasure a woman like another woman...isn't that correct, Katherine?"

Katherine, her head still lowered, unable to make eye contact, her humiliation written all over her red cheeks and posture, responded, "Yes, Mistress Bree."

Bree, never breaking eye contact with me asked, as her fingers went beneath my robe, "So do you want the Girl Scout lick special?"

"Leave," I demanded, pushing her hand away, suddenly flustered by her touch.

"Denial," she repeated.

I went to close my door as Bree ordered, "Katherine, give our new recruit a pair of free Girl Scout panties."

Katherine's eyes went big, as she looked behind her, before quickly bending down, pulling off her panties and handing them to me.

I watched the act in frozen bewilderment. I couldn't believe how extreme Bree was, nor could I believe how obedient Katherine was. Without even realizing I did it, I took her panties, noticing instantly how wet they were.

Bree said, taking Katherine by the hand, "Have a good evening, Ms. Myers, it looks like we interrupted you in the middle of something."

Still paralyzed with shock, I watched the two girls walk away, hand in hand, while I held Katherine's pink wet panties in my hand. Realizing if anyone walked by they would see me in a robe with panties in my hand, I quickly closed the door and leaned against it.

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