Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate

I obeyed, wanting to hear her scream, to taste her cum directly from the source.

She pulled my head deeper into her wetness and began grinding her pussy on my face until I felt a massive gush of cum explode onto my face. I eagerly lapped her sweetness, not able to get enough of the intoxicating taste. I continued licking until she let go of my head and pushed me away, she smiled down at me, "For a straight woman, you sure are an eager cunt licker."

On my knees, I wasn't sure what would happen next.

"Do you want to come?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted, eating her pussy not squelching my burning cunt at all, if anything it only fanned the flames she had created with her fist.

"Get on all fours," she ordered, as she went to her duffle bag.

I obeyed and watched as she put a strap-on cock around her waist. The idea of getting fucked by a strap-on cock, which would have been humiliating two days ago, now had my pussy leaking with anticipation. She moved behind me, pulled my pantyhose apart more and she tugged my panties to the side. Sighing, she asked, "Where would scissors be?"

"In the kitchen beside the fridge," I answered, confused by the question.

She walked to the kitchen leaving me all on all fours like a dog in heat.

She returned a minute later with a glass of milk and scissors. She downed the milk, put the empty glass down and returned behind me. She roughly cut my panties and said, "A good pet doesn't wear panties anyways."

She tossed the wrecked panties on the ground and without warning slammed the plastic cock in me.

I moaned loudly, "Yessssssssssss."

"When was the last time you had a cock in you, my slut?"

"I donnn't remember," I answered truthfully.

"Well, that will never be your answer again," she promised, as she began fucking me hard.

"Kkkkkkkk," I moaned, surrendering to the pleasure.

She continued fucking me, filling me completely with each forward thrust as my orgasm again began to build at a very expedient pace.

My breathing getting heavier, my moans louder, she asked, "Do you want to come, Joan?"

Hearing my name used after all the derogatory names was a quick reminder of who I really was and who she was, yet I was way too far gone to turn back now. "Yes, Mistressssssss," I answered.

"Ever taken a cock in the ass?" Bree questioned.

"Once," I admitted, having done so just once, during a drunken encounter in college.

"Well, time to double that number," she declared, pulling out of me seconds before my orgasm was to hit.

"Please, Mistress, I'm so close, fuck me, I'll do anything," I whined, begging.

"I know you will," she agreed, as she went to her duffle bag and grabbed some lube. She also grabbed another strap-on and I watched as she changed into a, thankfully, smaller and thinner cock.

Returning to me, my body trembling with anticipation for the orgasm that wasn't yet allowed, I silently waited on all fours, willingly allowing my 18-year-old neighbor to sodomize me. The idea was ludicrous, shameful and, in the end, thrilling.

I felt lube generously run down my ass cheeks, I felt her hands spread my ass and then slowly I felt my ass violated by the plastic cock.

I whimpered, a dull pain coursing through me, as my ass was filled for the first time in years. Last time I was intoxicated with booze, this time I was intoxicated with insatiable hunger.

"Such a tight black ass," she purred, as she continued filling me.

I didn't respond, just focusing on controlling the pleasure-pain principle that was beginning to take over.

"All in, my pet," she declared a moment later.

I couldn't explain it, but I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked, to be dominated. I begged, "Please fuck my ass, Mistress."

She, of course, obliged and soon her body was slamming into mine.

"Oh yessss," I screamed, as the pleasure overshadowed the pain.

"Do you want to come, my ass-slut?" she asked a couple of minutes later.

"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered, as I felt my orgasm building for a third time.

She ordered, "Fuck yourself to orgasm, Joan."

I didn't hesitate, as I began bouncing back on the cock. My orgasm was so close, but wouldn't burst, the most intense tease in history. Lust became frustration, as I bounced furiously on the cock in my ass.

Bree, sensing my excess frustration, pulled out and ordered, "Lie down."

I quickly did, and taking off the strap-on from her waist, she slid it deep in my ass and then slid her whole fist back into my cunt.

I screamed, the double penetration creating the most intense pleasure ever, "Fuuuuuck, yes, fist-fuck your sluuuuuuut."

Seconds later, the dam of years of denial and half-assed orgasms broke as the most intense and most satisfying pleasure I'd ever experienced erupted through me. "Aaaaaaaah, fuuuccccck."

She kept fisting me throughout my orgasm until I pleaded, the pleasure eventually turning to strange tickling, "Please, stop."

She pulled her fist out and put her fingers on my lips. I robotically opened my mouth and tasted my own orgasm on her fingers.

Standing up, Bree looked down at me in a dishevelled mess, "I told you I always get what I want."

"You blackmailed me," I pointed out.

"Did I?" she questioned, her foot going to my still twitching pussy.

"Yes," I said, "you took pictures of me."

"Did I threaten ever to use them?" she questioned, her toes teasing my pussy lips.

"No," I realized, replaying the entire submission. I had submitted on my own.

She continued, tapping my clit, "You submitted of your own free will because you're a submissive."

Moving her toes to my mouth, I opened and sucked my wetness from her stockings, she added, "A very eager submissive."

She was right. I didn't know I was submissive, I didn't know I wanted such a sub-domme relationship, yet as I sucked my own juices from her nylon foot it was hard to argue.

Moving her foot away, she said, "Have a good day, my newest pet."

"You too," I strangely responded, so exhausted that I knew I was going right to my bedroom for a long nap.

"You're welcome," she smiled, as she got herself dressed.

Her pretentiousness back, yet I was thankful. I didn't say it though. She had enough power over me, I didn't need to add to it.

She said, when dressed, "I think my mom wants to see you later tonight."

My face went red at the full breadth of her web of submission.

Before I could respond, although I wasn't sure what I would say, she left me alone. I weakly stood up, made it to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed.

As I quickly drifted into slumber, I wondered when I would next see Bree...she had opened up a side of me I didn't know existed, a side that, now that it has been unleashed, was impossible to put back in the kennel.

THE END