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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop

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Summary: 19-year-old woman seduces and dominates an ice queen cop.

Note: a thanks to Bad Steve for the original idea and Jedd for the additional plot suggestions that finally got this story written.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86 and Karl for editing this story.

Note 3: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order):

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF (in senior year of high school)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer of her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (Summer job after college)

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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop


I pulled over the Corvette for going 50 in a 35 zone. It was the last hour of my shift and I was already tired and rather bitchy.

I reached the car and was surprised when the woman in the driver's seat was only a teenager; I sighed to myself, thinking another pretentious, privileged rich kid. The second surprise came when I bent down to see who else was in the car. In the passenger seat was a woman in her forties, her skirt hiked up, fucking herself with an old fashioned pop bottle. The older woman kept her head down, either ashamed to be caught in such a compromising position or so into her own pleasure she was oblivious to my presence.

I cleared my throat to get her attention but she didn't slow down as she was really pumping the bottle in and out of her cunt, her moans implying she was near orgasm.

The young blonde driver explained, "Sorry, officer, my pet is being punished for not listening properly."

I stammered, shock by her words, "P-p-pardon?"

"She is still a submissive in training and assumes she has some say in our," she paused looking for the right word, "situation."

"Ma'am, would you please stop," I requested. I had seen many strange things in my fifteen years on the force, including many girls giving men head, a couple guys giving guys head, a few backseat rendezvous and once a woman bound in the back seat heading to a BDSM party, but this was a new one. The boys at the precinct were going to love this story.

Unfortunately, the older woman ignored me as her moans kept increasing.

The young woman, whose crystal blue eyes drew me in, explained, "She only answers to me, officer."

"Could you request her to stop?" I asked, the question absurd considering I was the police officer here.

"Sure, officer, since you asked so nice and are so cute," she smiled, her tone flirtatious and confident. I had also been hit on by many women over the years, but I was not a lesbian and the ploy had seldom ever worked to get out of a ticket. The young woman snapped her fingers and immediately the older women stopped, the bottle still deep inside her, her breathing erratic.

I was distracted. I was still stunned by what I was witnessing and also curious by the power this young woman had over this older, business dressed, attractive woman.

I asked, "Could you ask her to take the bottle out."

"Out where?" The young woman asked, clearly amused by this current situation.

"Out of her vagina," I said, trying to maintain my professionalism.

"Oh, my slut doesn't have a vagina, do you slut?" She responded.

The older woman, still not making eye contact replied, "No, Mistress, I have a cunt."

"Or?" The young woman questioned.

"A pussy, a slut box, a twat" the older woman added.

"Okay," I said firmly. "Could you have her remove it from her whatever you want to call it?"

"Take it out, slut and clean it off," the young lady ordered.

Immediately, the older woman pulled the bottle out of her vagina and put the long bottleneck in her mouth.

I gasped.

"Sorry, officer, she is still learning but will make a very good submissive yet," the young woman apologized, acting embarrassed by the older woman.

"License and registration, ma'am," I asked, unable to not watch the sexual train wreck in front of me.

"Ma'am, I like that," she chuckled, "I'm used to a different 'm' word, aren't I slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," the older woman nodded, clearly embarrassed.

Trying to stay focused, even though the strange submission was turning me on slightly, as I hadn't gotten laid in a couple of months, I repeated, "License and registration, Mi-am." I caught myself from saying 'Mistress' just in time. My face flushed at the near error.

The young lady unfortunately did notice my almost slip of the tongue. "Mi-am, that is a new one," she said with a smile, her hypnotic blue eyes piercing into me. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" She asked so innocently.

I paused a second, unable to break free of her eye contact, I finally responded, "You were going fifty in a thirty-five zone."

"I was?" She asked innocently.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm so sorry. The car is new and, well, it is built for speed," the young lady explained.

"Regardless, ma'am, I need your license and registration," I repeated, getting frustrated.

"Don't you mean mi-am?" She asked, smiling.

"Now!" I ordered, annoyed, attempting to take control of the situation, before adding, "Plus your passenger could be charged with indecent exposure."

"Oh my, we can't have that. She is my best friend's mom and a school librarian," the young blonde said.

After a moment, where I felt out of control of the situation, something that didn't really happen too often, I was called the ice cop at work because of my strong persona. Yet, I could feel wetness in my panties and a curiosity as to how an older woman could submit to such a young girl and obey such ludicrous orders. I said, "Well, I will overlook her transgression, but I will still need to see your license and registration."

The blonde looked at me for a minute, seeming to assess me. I felt like she was considering if she could make me like the slut beside her, but then she turned towards the older woman, who was still sucking the bottle and ordered, "Get the registration, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," the older woman responded.

The younger girl looked in her purse and a moment later pulled out handcuffs. Looking at me, she smiled, "I have some, too. Never know when they will come in useful. Isn't that right, my librarian slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," the older woman continued to agree.

The young woman asked me, "Ever been handcuffed, officer?"

My pussy leaked more at her frank question and the accompanying innuendo, yet I remained firm, ignoring the question even as my face burned red. I asked again, "License and registration, please."

"The handcuffs are a good way to allow yourself to let go of the societal expectations to be good, and just allow yourself to submit to your carnal desires to obey," the young girl continued, pretty much telling me she wanted me to submit to her like her passenger.

"P-p-please, your license and r-r-registration, ma'am," I stammered, now flustered

The older woman handed the younger girl the registration and she handed it to me, her hand gently squeezing mine as she did...her eyes speaking volumes to her intent. She said, "I can tell what you are thinking."

Moving my hand away, I stammered, knowing I had to get back to my patrol car as I was losing control of this situation, "I-I-I'll be back in a moment."

"No, ma'am or mi-am?" she asked as I began to leave.

I ignored her comments and returned to my cruiser my body trembling. I would be lying if I said there hadn't been times I had almost taken up a woman on such a flirtatious offer, but I had always resisted. Years of failed relationships with men who didn't understand my job, or my need to balance my police officer persona with my more submissive bedroom persona had taken a toll. The reality was, I liked to let go in the relationship and let the man be in charge. Instead, most saw me as too strong-willed to be submissive even when I gave major hints.

Yet, here was this young girl who was dominant, and although I should have been mortified by her behaviour, I was more mortified by how wet I was.

I looked at her license. Her name was Bree and she was nineteen years old. I wondered how someone as young as her could have such a confident demeanour. It had taken me years to build the strong persona and confidence I now had.

Deciding I would just give her a warning, I returned to her car after only being gone a couple of minutes.

I handed back her license and registration and said firmly, as if I was doing her a favour, "I'm going to just give you a warning this time."

Bree didn't seem surprised as she smiled, taking back her licence and registration, "Thank you so much, Officer. If you ever get curious, you can come and visit me at my sorority house, Pi Alpha Pi."

I laughed, "Good to know, ma'am. Now please drive safely."

"Of course," Bree nodded, "I was just taking my slut back home after a few hours of play time at the sorority house before her husband gets back from his fishing trip. I'd hate for her husband to learn of her...servitude."

My cunt was on fire, but I just nodded, "Just follow the speed limit," and walked away.

Once she drove away, I returned to my cruiser, slid my hand inside my uniform and began rubbing myself, desperately needing to get off. Eyes closed, I imagined it was me in the passenger seat and it was one of my fellow cops catching me in such a compromising situation. I came in no time, the fantasy feeling so real. Yet, as soon as my orgasm faded, I cursed my weakness as I shifted into drive.

...

A few days later, I was working the beachside (the best place to work, quite frankly), when I was called to deal with a theft at a beachside shop. I walked in, and was told by an annoyed teenaged employee that two teenage girls had tried to steal bikinis underneath their clothing.

Unfortunately, the store had no video cameras, and it ended up being a she said-she said situation. I instructed the two girls they were not to return to this establishment and then let them go with a stern warning.

After the two left, I went to talk to the salesperson who had made the call, a woman named Katherine. I explained what had transpired and was surprised by her attitude toward me. "I know why you really let those two thieves go."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, annoyed by both her tone and implication. I had met her a few times before and always thought she was a very pleasant young woman.

"I have seen you around here. You think no one notices, but I do. The way you check out some girls with big racks when they walk by. You sure seemed to take your time 'interrogating' them, and yet found nothing," she accused, having learned, as I soon discovered, from Mistress Bree over the past year how to seduce older women through aggressive behaviour.

"Ma'am," I began, trying to stay civil, "I don't know what you're getting at, but I did everything by the book."

"Sure, sure you did," she responded condescendingly, before continuing on the full offensive, learning from Bree that once you begin the sexual assault you go for the jugular, "What was the name of the book? The joy of sex?"

"That is hardly appropriate ma'am," I responded, remembering instantly the strange conversation with that Bree girl I had pulled over a few days earlier.

She stepped from behind the register, walked to the store front, turned the open sign to closed and locked the door. She walked up to me and continued, "Tell me officer", as she pulled her top off revealing her perky breasts in a skimpy bra, "did you get to the meat of the matter with them?"

"Ma'am," I gasped, even as I stared at her breasts.

"You obviously want a better look," she continued, unclasping her bra and tossing it on the floor.

"W-w-what are you doing?" I stammered, as I stared in shock at her stiff nipples, my mind spinning at the undeniable reality that I wanted to touch them, suck them.

Katherine continued, slipping out of her skirt next, revealing she was wearing thigh highs, as she spoke, "Tell me, do you only like to look at high school girls, or is college age acceptable"?

I continued to stammer, trying to gain control of this bizarre situation, "Y-y-you are behaving way out of line, young lady."

"I thought I was a ma'am?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow as she sat on a bench in only her thong and thigh highs.

This was getting crazy, seeming almost like a sequel to my odd encounter of a few days ago with the blonde teenager. "Ma'am, I'm going now."

The cute girl asked, "Why, officer? The shops are closing. You're almost off duty. Wouldn't you like to be more comfortable?" She then stood up and slid out of her thong, revealing a completely shaved cunt.

Overwhelmed, suddenly incredibly horny, and realizing I was seconds away from doing something very unprofessional, I stammered, "I-I-I need to be going ma'am." I quickly left the almost naked girl, fumbling briefly with the lock on the door, and scurried to my car. For the second time this week, my fingers went inside my uniform and directly to my very wet, needy cunt.

I was close to orgasm when I was startled by a knock on her window. It was Katherine, and she was smiling widely. I pulled my hand out of my uniform, mortified that I was caught in the act.

Reluctantly, I rolled the window down. She said, "I knew you were a lesbo."

"I-I-I'm not," I stammered, although it was tough to come up with a logical explanation to why I was rubbing myself in my police car.

"Sure, sure," she laughed. "If you ever want to taste some sweet cunt, just come back to the store and beg."

Before I could respond, she sauntered away, clearly amused at catching me in the act.

I sighed. What the hell was coming over me? I wasn't a lesbian. I had never even seriously considered being with another woman, and yet for the second time in two days I was completely turned on by bitchy, rich girls who were flaunting their bodies at me.

I started driving away, ignoring the burn in my lions, determined not to be tempted again.

...

A couple of nights later, the two teen seductresses, one a Mistress, the other a Mistress in training, met up for coffee, having not seen each other for most of the month of August. Bree travelled and Katherine worked at the beach store before they both started their sophomore year of college.

"So my number one slut, what's new?" Bree asked in her usual frank demeanour, always reminding her pets who was the Mistress.

"Well, you won't believe what happened at the shop a couple days ago," Katherine replied. She then told the story of the cop, and how she was so flustered.

"Wow, you are really coming along. How many pets do you have now?" Bree asked, proud of watching her best friend, and liaison in a few seductions, blossom from shy submissive to sultry seductress.

"Seven now, if you count the two you gave me," Katherine answered, the last two pets she seduced being the boss of this coffee shop and a friend of her mom (her mom the first MILF that Bree had seduced).

"Well, of course you do. I may have given them to you, but just because they answer to me first, doesn't mean you can't claim them. Besides, how can you not count your mom?" Bree replied.

"Well, I just didn't know if it counted if you gave them to me, even though Mom does still require some training. Do you know a couple nights ago, she stammered something about Dad being downstairs when I told her to get her lips on my pussy? Sometimes punishing her tires me out," Katherine answered, before laughing. Having a live-in Mommy-pet had been a great perk since Bree went away for the summer and gave Kathweine her own mother as a completely submissive pet. Sure, Katherine's mother had protested, but Bree had a way of always making her pets obey her.

"Oh I know, I had her fucking herself with a soda bottle a few days ago in the car, because I caught her wearing panties when I dropped by your house for a visit and a quick cunt lapping. She said she was just ending her period, but I didn't buy that," Bree said.

"Maybe I'll have to punish her at home too," Katherine said, thinking that having her sleep with a butt plug in her ass may just do the trick.

"Oh, you should," Bree nodded, before adding, "Speaking of cops, I have my own cop story. We got pulled over for speeding. When the cop came up, Nadine was fucking that bottle in and out of her box! That cop was flabbergasted. But she sure seemed nervous when I showed her my own handcuffs. I'm certain I could have had her begging if I weren't pressed for time."

Both girls laughed out loud as a female cop walked into the coffee shop.

...

Another long day, another lonely night, I sighed to myself as I entered the coffee shop to grab a late night dinner for take-out. As I placed the order, I heard the sound of girls giggling from behind me. Locals or tourists, I wondered. Being a beach town in the summer, it was hard to tell. Of course, it would be easier in the offseason. No one in their right mind came to the beach in Massachusetts in January. All the tittering was annoying me after a long day. I glanced at the two young women thinking they had nothing to do in the late summer but spend their parents' money.

Deciding to go wash my hands, I headed to the back and had to pass the girls. Being crabby, I figured it may be fun, even though they weren't really doing anything wrong, I thought I might throw them a scare, just for laughs, to cheer myself up.

My smile quickly turned to horror, though, as I closed the distance, and saw the faces of both the two teen tormentors from the last few days.

"What, no mi-am this time?" Bree asked, recognizing me. I instantly wondered why I remembered her name in the first place.

"Still granting favours to shoplifters?" the other questioned, at the same time as Bree.

I froze for some reason, feeling my confidence ooze out of me, becoming instantly the wallflower I was back in high school when around the popular girls.

They looked at each other and both said the same words. "It's her!"

I instantly realized they had been talking about me, which made me want to shrivel up and die. What were the odds I would have two brief moments of weakness and both would be friends with each other? Apparently really good, since it was the situation I currently found myself in.

"You mean?" The other girl asked.

Yeah, that's her," Bree nodded, smiling widely.

"She saw Mom with the bottle?"

"Yep," Bree nodded, as she maintained eye contact with me.

"That is rich," the girl laughed.

I should have walked away; I should have broken eye contact, but for some inexplicable reason I felt paralyzed from the waist down and hypnotized by her eyes.

"Soooo rich indeeeeed," Bree agreed, still not breaking eye contact with me, as she let out a moan and made a face as if she was having an orgasm.

I broke eye contact finally, which wasn't easy, glanced down and saw a pair of black heels poking out from underneath the table.

I stared in disbelief, both at the obvious reality that a woman was underneath a table in a public restaurant performing oral sex on a girl, and the unexplainable power this teenager seemed to have over women.

I watched as the woman crawled out from underneath the table, stood up and asked, "Will there be anything else?"

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