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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse

bysilkstockingslover©

Summary: MILF is drawn into shocking world of incestuous lesbianism.

Note: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, Wayne and tenzin_p for editing.

Note 2: Thanks to Jedd for helping get this long delayed chapter written and adding the twist that comes near the end.

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: 30th bday (late summer, last weekend before going to college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her 1st year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse (during 1st year of college & near the end of 3rd year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer of her 1st year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of 3rd year of college)

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

My name is Bree. I am a Lesbian MILF Seductress. You may have already read a few of my seduction tales. Girls have always been eager to crawl between my legs and have a taste of my sweet nectar. In high school, I learned of this gift and had fellow classmates, friends, teachers and my best friend's Mother submit as my personal pussy pleasers. In college so far, I have had sorority girls, my dorm Mother and others beg for the privilege of being between my legs. One day, I was in the hospital having some tests done when an opportunity presented itself to me... as it often does. This seduction occurred a year after the seduction of my first MILF: Nadine, but after a few more MILF seductions.

I hadn't seen the naughty nurse for a couple years when I bumped into her while shopping last week. She was with her two daughters and as soon as she saw me her face went flush. I sauntered over to her and greeted, "Hi, Miranda."

"Hi, Bree," she replied, nervously.

I continued, "Long time, no see."

We chatted briefly as her two college-aged girls watched, wondering how I knew her. I hugged her, sliding my card in her jacket pocket, and whispered, "Call me tonight, understood?"

She nodded in understanding and we went our separate ways. After reconnecting with her face buried in my pussy, and a surprising plot twist even I wasn't expecting, I ordered her to write how she became my MILF slut in the first place.

Without further ado, her story...

I can truthfully say that other than a couple truth or dare kisses in high school, and one really drunk moment at a sorority party in college, I had never done anything sexual with a woman. Each of those times it was just kissing which was nice and pleasant and semi-erotic, but it didn't make me question my sexuality...I liked men!

I married a wonderful man, raised two great kids and had a job I usually loved as a nurse. I mean, let's be honest...there are days where I wonder why I chose to be a nurse, but I imagine all jobs are like that.

My kids are in college now and my husband works in oil and is often gone a lot...so I often pick up extra shifts to keep busy...empty nest syndrome hit me like a bitch...I am 46 and alone many nights. I like to think it was loneliness that led to the predicament I am currently in. I should also note that although I still loved my husband, our sex life had fizzled over the years and I craved that feeling of raw sexual hunger I used to have. Maybe it was menopause, maybe it was just a rekindling of my sex drive, but either way the past six months I had attempted to initiate, often unsuccessfully, more sex with my husband. I had also purchased a couple new toys and had even attempted a little solo butt play to fulfill my blooming sex drive.

All this background hopefully will explain my state of mind and ultimately my utter weakness, which led to me submitting to a nineteen year old in the hospital where I work.

It was a day like every other work day: long, busy and chaotic. Thankfully, I only had an hour left in my shift. In room 734 was a young bitchy girl, Bree, who was having a variety of tests done in an attempt to figure out why she had been having constant dizzy spells in the past while.

She was a very pretty girl, but rather demanding. That said, it was nothing really out of the ordinary... at first. She had a couple visitors including her mom and by curfew there was only one friend left.

It was when I went to send the friend home for quiet time that things began to unravel. I was just about to walk in and ask her friend to leave when I heard moans, moans that were clearly sexual in nature. I paused and listened.

I listened to the moans for a brief time as I tried to decide how to deal with this odd situation. I had on a couple occasions caught a guy and girl having sex in a room, but never two girls. I was both completely shocked and surprisingly aroused by the thought of seeing two girls in the throes of passion.

Suddenly, I clearly heard the patient's voice, "That's it, slut. Suck my clit."

I stood paralyzed, unable to believe my ears. The lesbian act in the room was shocking, but the dirty talk was appalling. How could anyone talk to another woman with such vulgarity? Why would a woman, even a dumb coed, allow herself to be treated in such a way?

I attempted to move but my feet felt like they were molded in cement. As my head spun with how to deal with this absurd scenario, I heard the patient's voice, "I'm getting close slut, don't you dare fucking slow down."

I was aghast at her language and decided I must stop this right now, other patients, guests or, even worse, a supervisor could hear. I walked into the room to the image of the patient with her legs spread open and her brunette friend between her legs clearly performing oral sex. I demanded firmly, "Stop this instant."

The brunette attempted to move her head, but the patient grabbed her head and held it between her thighs.

The patient moaned, ignoring me, "I am almost there, slut, keep licking my cunt."

The patient said all this with her eyes boring into mine. I stared back in stunned silence, shocked at the scene and her lack of propriety. I ignored the confusing tingle down below, as I witnessed the sexual act, and as the patient's moans increased, I insisted again, "This must stop now."

The patient glared at me through a moan and said in a very authoritative tone, "Unless you plan to replace her, just stand there, watch and be quiet."

She began moving her hips up and down and a few seconds later moaned, "I'm coming slut, suck all your Mistress's juices."

The brunette moved her head up and down eagerly, apparently attempting to obey the absurd demand.

All the while I watched the perverse act, unable to take my eyes off it...kind of like driving by a car accident, you don't want to look, but you always do.

The patient finally spoke, looking directly at me as she let the brunette's head go, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"What?" I asked.

The brunette stood up and turned to look at me, not remotely ashamed at what she had just been caught doing, her face shiny with her friend's juices.

The patient asked, as if she were asking about the weather, "Did you enjoy watching my slut here licking my cunt?"

"No," I replied adamantly, "I am shocked and appalled by your actions."

She chuckled, "Really? I think you got off on it."

"I did not and I will not have you speak to me that way," I replied, angry at her blunt accusation.

Still smiling, she continued, "I bet if my slut here crawled over to you and checked your panties they would be wet, wouldn't they?"

Suddenly noticing she was right and my panties were very damp, my face blushed, the shame of my wetness and guilt on display. I stammered, suddenly no longer in control, "T-t-this is ludicrous."

Her smile broadening, she offered, "If you need to get off, I can have my slut here eat your cunt."

"I have had enough of this, I am going to talk to my supervisor."

As I began to leave, she demanded, her tone dominant, "Stop."

For some unknown reason, I did.

"Let's make this clear," she began, standing up and walking over to me. "You are not going to go to your supervisor. You are going to beg for permission to eat my pussy."

"W-w-what?" I stammered flabbergasted, even though I heard her clearly. I don't know why I didn't walk out, yet I watched her walk directly in front of me as if I was a deer in the headlights.

Her hand went under my skirt and to my wet panties. Her smile got even wider as she smugly said, "You are soaked right through your panties."

I finally attempted to move away, but she reached behind and grabbed my ass firmly, restraining me.

She asked, "Why are you so wet, nurse?"

I attempted to stay strong and dignified, ignoring the true accusation, "Let me go."

Ignoring my words, and with no real resistance from me, she somehow moved her finger inside my panties and in one swift movement inside my wet vagina. I let out a reactive moan, as she pumped my often ignored pussy with her finger. My resolute determination withered as the pleasure sensation filled me. The dominant patient questioned, "Are you still going to your boss?"

I didn't respond, my head a muddled mess of lust, humiliation and anger all colliding into one, each attempting to be the dominant emotion.

Suddenly she pulled her finger out and placed it in her mouth. "Mmmmm, not bad for someone your age." She let me go and walked back to her bed, her brunette friend still silently watching the whole exchange.

Still frozen, my vagina leaking slightly, and begging for more, I attempted to collect myself.

The patient, back on her bed, smiled and said, "Tomorrow I expect you to not have panties on and I expect you to be ready to submit to me as my MILF pet. I know, and you know, you not only want to, but need to."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, offended yet again by her blunt assessment of me.

"I think I was pretty clear. I could see it in your eyes. As soon as my finger slid inside your wet pussy and you didn't stop me you were mine and would have done anything I said. But I don't want to take you like that. I want you to come to me and submit to me of your own free will."

"I will never," I began.

She cut me off, "Never say never. I am seldom wrong about these things. I can recognize a want to be lesbian craving for a Mistress like no other and you, my pretty slut, definitely are in desperate need of a Mistress... even if you don't know it yet."

Before the situation could get any worse, I turned and walked out of the room. Back at my desk, I sat down and tried to collect myself. A couple of minutes later, the pretty brunette was at my desk and said, "Ma'am, don't resist her. She is irresistible and doesn't take no for an answer."

I shook my head no and replied, "I could never."

The brunette, her tone and expression serious, "Oh, I have seen many straight girls drop to their knees to serve Mistress and you will, too."

"I won't," I defiantly replied.

She put her finger to my lips, the scent powerful and enticing, "I was ordered by Mistress Bree that I could not leave until you had cleaned my finger of her cum."

I shook my head no.

She pleaded, "You have to, ma'am. If I don't fulfill a task she has demanded I do, she will punish me."

"How?" I curiously asked.

"Who knows? She does not accept disobedience. I have never disobeyed before, but I know others who have and they have had to ass-fuck some greasy fat guy at school last year."

"Oh my," I said suddenly concerned for this cute brunette. Curiosity building inside of me of this patient's power, I asked, "Why do you submit to her?"

She shrugged, "Well, her pussy is the most addicting taste in the world and I get great pleasure from pleasing her. Also, we are very good friends and I have always done what she expects of me."

I questioned, "But that isn't healthy."

She smiled finally, "I disagree. In every relationship there is a leader and a follower. Bree is a natural leader and I am a natural follower."

"But I am not a follower."

The brunette replied, "I don't know you well enough to judge, but I do know that you were under her spell, just like many others have been, when you were in her room."

I defended my actions, "I was just so taken aback by what I saw, I didn't know how to react."

"But you didn't stop us or her," she countered.

"I tried to," I argued.

"With weak words and even weaker attempts to break her grip. The reality is you were pulled into her alluring aura and didn't truly want to break free. Oh sure, you thought you did, but your body, which is what rules you in the end, was eagerly willing to submit unconditionally to Mistress Bree."

I didn't respond as I tried to argue her assessment when she finished, "Let me ask you this, ma'am. If she would have kept fingering you, would you have let her get you off?"

"I don't know," I mindlessly replied, unsure myself even though the answer should have been obvious. There was something captivating about her even though I had no idea what.

"You do know," the brunette replied, as she pushed her finger in my mouth. "Just a sample," she purred, pulling it out as fast as she put it in, "directly from the source is so much better. The brunette winked and walked away as I stared in bewildered awe, the taste of the patient's pussy ever-so-subtly in my mouth.

She was right. I did know, but there was no way I was admitting that to some stranger.

Luckily, my shift ended soon after and I went home.

That night, no matter how much I tried (and trust me I tried), I could not get the words of the two young girls out of my head. My vagina begged for attention and I desperately tried to refuse the desire to pleasure myself. My mind continued to play tricks on me as I imagined being between her legs just like her brunette friend was, even though I had never even considered pleasing a woman in such a way. I imagined her calling me names and me getting off on it, something else that I had never ever considered remotely sexually stimulating; if my husband called me a slut I would cut off his nuts and have them on the barbeque for supper. I imagined her fingering me until I begged to have my much needed orgasm. My body taking over, just like the brunette said it would, I grabbed a vibrator, fell onto my bed and fucked myself to an intense orgasm, the fantasy of becoming my patient's pet playing in my head.

The next morning, I tried to get someone to take my shift. Thinking straight now, I knew it was best if I didn't see her. But, no one was available and I was way too responsible to just phone in sick and leave my fellow nurses shorthanded.

I arrived at work, with panties on, and did my shift as usual. I entered her room a couple of hours into my shift and an older woman was there visiting, which relaxed me slightly.

I checked her charts and she asked, "Have you considered my proposition?"

I was slightly surprised by the question, the older woman being right there, but realized the question was generic and didn't reveal anything.

I answered honestly, "I spent a lot of time considering it and regretfully I must decline."

"Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised by my answer.

"Yes," I responded, confidently.

"A pity," she replied, "my cunt really needs some attention today."

I gasped, her forward statement being made in front of another woman, an older woman.

"Don't worry, nurse slut," she said to me, "She too is a slut of mine. Actually, she is the mother of the slut you watched eat my cunt last night."

I looked at the older woman, who seemed embarrassed by the declaration but didn't deny it.

Bree continued, with the most humiliating introductions ever, "Slut Nadine, Slut Nurse, Slut Nurse, Slut Nadine."

The older woman said, sounding as casual as could be, "Nice to meet you."

I replied, out of politeness, even as I burned with shame and anger, "Nice to meet you, too."

Bree asked, "So you are positive you don't want to submit to me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, you want to submit to me, or yes you don't want to submit to me," she asked, attempting to manipulate my answer.

"I don't want to submit to you," I confidently answered.

She shrugged, "If you say so. If you change your mind when your cunt gets all tingly inside, come back here and if you beg, like the lez slut you really are, I may let you have the privilege of being my newest MILF cunt-pleaser."

I walked out, my face red with anger and my pussy frustratingly wet. It was going to be a long shift.

An hour later, the older woman left Bree's room, her face shiny having clearly pleasured Bree like her daughter had last night. Part of me was repulsed, but another part of me felt curious. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I pushed it away and avoided her room as best I could. The next few hours flew by, like they often do, the one time I was in Bree's room she was chatting with her Mother. Bree gave me a slight smug smile, but didn't say anything.

I had been dealing with a couple crises in a row in maternity, and by the time I returned to my regular floor it was an hour past quiet time. I prayed that Bree had no past curfew visitors and decided to send in Maxine to make sure. I wasn't completely convinced I could resist the young woman if we were alone. My vagina had been tingling all day, even as I desperately tried to squelch the burning desire.

I went to the desk and Maxine wasn't there. I waited a few minutes before a disturbing thought popped into my head. I hoped I was wrong, but I went to Bree's room and as I feared I heard soft moans again. I peeked into the room and was stunned to see Maxine, my twenty-four year old just married colleague, in her white nurse uniform, between Bree's legs.

I should have immediately stopped the sexual debauchery, yet instead I watched, as my own pussy was begging for attention. Bree moaned, "That's it slut, lick my asshole."

I gasped, loud enough to reveal I was watching. Bree instantly chuckled and ordered, holding my colleague's head in place between her legs, "Get in here, now."

I sheepishly entered her room and Bree let go of Maxine's head and instructed, "Leave us alone, my pet. Make sure we are not interrupted."

Maxine replied, submissively, "Yes, ma'am."

Maxine walked past me, avoiding eye contact, closing the door behind me.

"Have a change of heart?" Bree asked, her legs still wide open, her completely shaved pussy staring at me.

"No, I came in here to stop this ridiculous game you are playing. This is a hospital, not a whorehouse," I answered, hiding the growing sexual temptation that was building inside me.

She smiled, smugly, and laughed, "Oh, how dignified of you. Yet, I know the truth."

"The truth?" I questioned.

"You have been thinking about me all day. Desperately trying not to, yet thinking about me none-the-less. You can't figure out why, just like Maxine couldn't."

"Maxine just got married," I mindlessly explained.

"Yes, she told me that just a few minutes before she began licking my asshole."

"How?" I asked.

Bree shrugged, "It's a gift, or a curse, depending on your point of view. I have a sixth sense or something, I just have the ability to tell when a straight woman is curious. Young girls like Maxine are easy, they just flock to me like moths to light. But older sluts like you...well...they can be a bit more of a challenge."

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