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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pop Star

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Summary: Bree earns backstage tickets to a Selena Gomez concert and....

Note 1: Thanks to Jedd for inspiring the story.

Note 2: All characters are at least 18, yada, yada, yada.

Note 3: Thanks to Robert, Dave, Wayne and JMEdison for editing.

Note 4: 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: Bakery (a couple weeks after Neighbor & Chocolate)

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

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

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pop Star (between sophomore and junior years of college)

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

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

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pop Star

Although most of my tales are about MILF's I have seduced and turned into cunt munching submissive pets, on occasion I also enjoy sharing my conquests of younger people (like in Pre-MILF).

I hadn't seen this pet in a few years, but after having her go down on me just minutes before her sold out concert, I recalled how I got one of the biggest pop stars in the world to be my plaything.

Here is that story:

Kimberly was one of Bree's earliest pets (See Pre-MILF). She was a brainiac and a very accomplished cellist. Contrary to what some think, classical music and modern pop are not mutually exclusive. Bree, having just come back from a month in Europe, after finishing her sophomore year of college (where she had greatly increased her MILF's and pets), was visiting Kimberly for the first time in months, reacquainting her cunt with one of her favourite pets. Kimberly had also previously mentioned over the phone that she had a surprise for her.

Now Bree liked surprises as much as anyone, but first Kimberly had another instrument, that though she was already accomplished on, she always needed to keep up on her practice in order to maintain her expertise. Namely, her finely tuned mouth organ on her Mistress's tasty box.

As Kimberly drew her bowstring tongue over Bree's sweet music box, the Mistress thought back to turning out this once naive reverend's daughter. She had been an innocent, sheltered, little nerd girl, hidden away in frumpy clothes, a spinster hair style, and an introverted personality. Bree had seen past the blandness of her outward appearance to the inner hotness behind her future sub's quiet demeanor.

Bree gave a makeover to the shy girl over time. Her raven hair stayed unpinned now, flowing past her shoulders. She now wore shorter skirts, though they were still knee length. Her cunt, she now kept smooth, and she generally wore contacts. She went from nerd to chic in no time... Bree able not to just turn straight girls and women... but to transform them.

Bree loved to see the former nerd looking up from between her thighs, tongue firmly entrenched in her pussy, while still wearing her glasses. Bree would have powerful orgasms at this scene, coating both Kimberly's face and glasses with her pussy juice... although she loved turning new MILF's, she had a soft spot for the nerd turned pet.

After catching her breath from the fantastic orgasm Kimberly had given her, (Kimberly was a perfectionist, and each cunt lapping seemed better than the last), Bree decided to let her have an orgasm. She did not eat her snatch; she almost never sucked a pet's cunt. That gift was reserved for her Mistress Mommy and whomever Mommy told her to please, which was also rare, as Carrie liked to keep Bree close to her heart, or at least her cunt.

Now Bree was not much of a pussy muncher, but she was an expert at wielding a strap-on, as Kimberly experienced as Bree hammered into her. The plastic cock pounded into her deepest recesses, yet as only another woman can, Bree knew to drag it across Kimberly's g-spot... Bree could be a very generous Mistress to the right pet.

As Kimberly recovered from the explosion of euphoria only her Mistress could give her (she had tried with her finger, brush, cucumber... only Bree made her see and feel fireworks), even though it had been two years since her first submission and taste of pussy, Bree walked in front of her, and after having her tongue the toy dick clean, removed it, and stroked her pet's hair as she asked, "Now what has you so excited my pet? Other than the chance to lick my snatch again, that is?"

Now Kimberly was an accomplished classical musician, and truly loved most all forms of music, (except rap, which she didn't categorize as music. It was just rhythm with no other musical components), was bursting to tell her Mistress the news. "Mistress Bree, I have great news. I just won two tickets to the Selena Gomez concert. And the radio guy said when I get to the station, I would get a chance to win two more. It's your decision, of course, but I thought Katherine and Laurie could join us if I win the extra tickets. They would do it if you commanded of course, but I don't think any of your MILF pets would care for Selena."

Bree thought about this for a moment. Really, Kimberly was right. She could order a MILF, but Katherine and Laurie would be more fun. Besides Kat was her number two, and she liked having her bestie with her when there were new straight girls to turn, which there would likely be... and Laurie and Kimberly had become good friends after both accepting their position at the feet of their Mistress (even though one was originally a minister's daughter, while the other was a popular cheerleader).

Bree also liked her pets to take the initiative when pleasing her, whether between her thighs, or in general. She praised Kimberly with a "Good girl", stroking her hair, then rewarding her with another stroking, this one with a dildo she saved for special occasions. It was a strap-on with two appendages, designed to fuck a pet in both her cunt and asshole at the same time. Kimberly squealed as a second orgasm crashed over her, followed in quick succession by a third and fourth. Yes, Bree could certainly wield a strap-on.

Afterwards (afterwards meaning one more orgasm on the face of her expert pet), Bree left the nerd's bedroom to go home, after making arrangements to accompany her to the radio station. On her way out, she passed Kimberly's mom Sarah... someone she had considered turning for two years now.

"Hi Bree. Leaving already? I'm really glad you became her friend. She used to be such a shy reserved girl. Now, ever since you two became friends it seems her tongue is constantly wagging. I guess we have you to thank for that," the MILF said.

Bree eyed the stacked minister's wife. She obviously tried to keep them hidden with sweaters and loose blouses, but those monster tits were just made for squeezing from behind as she was pounded with a plastic cock. Bree imagined herself doing just that. She also thought to herself 'You have no idea how excellent your lovely daughter has gotten at wagging that wonderful tongue of hers. And I have an idea of how you can thank me. It involves some tongue wagging of your own.'

Bree resolved then that Sarah was a future pet. She needed to plan it though. And she had other things to do at the moment. Still, she had to plant a seed... something that she had learned helped accelerate the inevitable when she went on the full frontal attack.

"Well I'm glad you think I helped. And while Kimberly may not be a social butterfly, she has come out of her shell. And you are right, her tongue does seem to flutter at an amazing pace now... although it has taken a couple of years for her to perfect it. And no need to thank me. In fact, how about sometime I give you something tasty? Kimberly has had it many times and raves about it," Bree bluntly offered, confident that the naïve minister's wife would not at all catch on to her innuendo filled offer.

"Well, Bree, you really are the sweetest thing," the MILF replied, so happy that her daughter had found some friends from the more popular crowd instead of just the conservative church kids...who were fine, but rather mundane.

"You'll find out soon," Bree mumbled under her breath as she pondered 'I will let you find out just how sweet I am. But how to do it? Hmm, planning is everything.'

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Bree? It's no trouble to set another plate, and we would enjoy your company. Reverend Wilkins won't be home until late," Kimberly's mother offered, enjoying the company of the pretty girl, even though she wasn't sure why. There was just something about her.

"No thanks, Mrs. Wilkins. I must get home. Maybe I can dine with you another time," Bree responded, adding more innuendo to the oblivious future target, even as she thought to herself 'Or more likely, you'll be dining on me.'

Bree accompanied Kimberly to the radio station two days later. The receptionist asked them to have a seat, and called the promotions manager.

Moments later, Karen, the promotions manager, arrived at the door, accompanied by Ken, the lead DJ.

"Miss Wilkins, we spoke on the phone. I'm Karen and this is Ken. You have probably heard him on air. It's so nice to meet you. Would you please come this way?"

After walking down the corridor and arriving at Karen's office, noticing Bree for the first time, Karen clarified, "I'm sorry, this is a private meeting. Did you get lost on the earlier tour?"

Not knowing how much to reveal, and with an almost imperceptible nod from Bree, Kimberly responded "This is my friend Bree. I asked her to come with me today, as you said there may be a chance to win two more tickets. I thought she might help if that's allowed."

"Oh well, certainly my dear. Please, both of you, come this way," and ushered them into her office, followed by Ken.

Not noticed by either Bree or Kimberly was the subtle locking of the door. "Well Kimberly, let's get down to business. You have won two tickets to the Selena Gomez concert in three weeks. While I set the promotion up, Ken, as lead DJ, will be the one who has to sign off on the forms. As mentioned, there is also a chance to win two more tickets, which did I mention, are front row tickets?"

Kimberly signed the papers and then turned to face the radio personalities. It was then both she and her Mistress noticed the odd smiles on the faces of Ken and Karen.

Ken now spoke. "As the one in charge of actual giveaways, I am going to inform you of the conditions of your gifts. You will indeed have a chance for two more tickets. But I also have the power to take them away. The details in the contract you just signed nullify your gift under certain conditions. And guess who determines the conditions?"

Bree caught on quickly. She had used somewhat similar moves before herself. She knew they weren't getting out of here un-fucked. Not if they wanted the tickets. And she didn't want her pet disappointed. Kimberly was always so eager to please. Of course, she would be punished later. Bree had to keep up her domme reputation. But for now, she would go along. Ken looked like he was part black and she had never had a black cock though she had always wanted one. She hoped the rumors were true. If she were going to do this, she hoped to get a nice thick eight or nine inch piece of meat to split her peach.

"Well, I missed this coming," Bree said as she took control, smirking, before adding, "though I have used similar tactics myself. OK, out with it. What do you want? Kimberly really wanted to see this show, and I hate to disappoint a pet as loyal as her."

"Pet?" Karen exclaimed. "A woman after my own heart. How delicious! This should be more fun than we thought, Ken."

"It looks like it may be great indeed," he replied.

"OK, we get it. It's gonna be great. So what do you two morons want? I can't believe I didn't sniff this out. I would have pulled it off much better. Come on, out with it. Obviously we have to get you off to get the tickets. So how do you want us?" Bree spoke in frustration, annoyed she didn't sense this from the start.

"Well, our time is limited. We can only have one of you apiece. So, no offense, as you're damn hot, but since I'm giving away the tickets, I think I want the 'pet'," Ken stated.

Karen interjected "I'm sure you do, but in charge of tickets or not, I still outrank you. And I feel a pet is just what I need. You know I do love submissive young girls, Ken."

Bree was slightly insulted at both wanting Kimberly over her... this was very uncommon... maybe the makeover had been too good.

Ken did know. Several times he had seen Karen perform this scam, both with and without his assistance. She loved having naive teens and college girls lick her out and then send them on their way with some token prize. It's not that Karen wasn't attractive. At forty-seven, she was slightly overweight, but if she tried he thought she could still pull in pussy. (Being a committed lesbian she studiously avoided contact with him during their capers. Once when he had cum on a coed's face, she had brushed up accidentally against Karen and Ken thought she was gonna have a panic attack.) No, it was just that she took the easy way out and relied on his help in this whole prize giveaway scam. No one ever seemed to notice only young girls won at this station. Of course, since girls wanted to meet the famous celebrities... they were always willing to do as they were told. Girls were nothing if not shallow... just like men.

"Sure, that's fine. I guess it's back to you and me, hottie," Ken spoke to Bree.

Bree thought to herself, 'Well, I guess I should make the best of this. If nothing else I can finally sample a big black cock.' That said, Bree responded, making it clear she was still in charge, "You better have a big dick."

"I've never had any complaints," he said.

"Get naked, pet," Karen directed to Kimberly, reclining on what could aptly be called a casting couch. She raised her skirt as she lay back, revealing her lack of panties.

Kimberly hesitated, looking towards Bree.

Bree nodded her approval.

Bree turned to find a place to place her clothes while they all undressed. She glanced toward the couch and saw that while Kimberly was now naked, except for the thigh high stockings, always expected to be worn by her pets, Karen had only unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, revealing her slightly sagging but still nice tits. While bigger than Bree's, they were not as firm. Her skirt she retained, though with no panties, her cunt was clearly visible. Her mousy brown though slightly graying pubes showed evidence of shaving, though clearly it had been a while. Bree thought she would be attractive if she put some effort into herself.

"Come here, pet," Karen called out to Kimberly, spreading her plump thighs, as she drooled over the amazing body of the coed... surprised to see such a young girl wearing sexy stockings... something she hadn't worn in years.

Bree considered taking control of Karen, she was confident she could, but she was still young and unsure of how to dominate Karen, control Ken and still get the tickets (Of course, years later she would have done just that).

Kimberly hesitated again, looking towards Mistress Bree, unsure what to do.

"Let's get something straight," Bree directed her words at Karen. "We will fuck you two for the tickets, because Kimberly is one of my most loyal pets and I hate disappointing such obedience, though she will be disciplined later."

Kimberly hung her head slightly as Bree continued. "But she is MY pet. Not yours, nor anyone else's. In fact under different circumstances, you may have been my pet also. So do not refer to her as your pet, or tickets or not, we walk out of here, and I will find a way to make you pay. Is that clear, Karen?"

Karen was not used to being spoken to in such a way, the girls usually fawned over her... anything to meet some celebrity. Realizing she may have met her match, she still tried to save face and replied, "I doubt I would have been your pet. But I do want this delicious thing to wear my cunt cum, so it's all the same to me. So come to me, Kimberly, and taste my feast."

Ken chuckled as Bree stated, "Better."

He actually enjoyed Karen being taken down a notch. He even whispered to the aggressive coed, "Good job. I may have to find something extra for you for that performance."

As Bree turned to face him though, she knew what she wished he would find extra. Ken was obviously excited to fuck the young Mistress, as his cock stood rock hard at attention. All five inches of it.

Bree's disappointment must have shown on her face as Ken felt compelled to explain. "Yeah, about the obvious, that's a big myth. All those tales about cock size, myths. Race, hand size, foot size, height. All of it. Look at me. I'm half black, six feet four, wear a size 13, and you see my hands. I played baseball in high school and college. I'm by no means gay, but I am a noticer. I've seen plenty of cocks in the showers and believe me, there's no correlation. A black guy and white guy I saw at different times both claimed to have ten inches. They used to pick on us because we had smaller packages. The biggest I ever saw was part native, if they had ten inches, then that red fucker was packing a legitimate foot long chili dog, if not more. He had to scare most girls off with that fucking horse dick. Now, Hispanics and Asians seemed to average slightly smaller, but even some of those guys seemed to carry eight inches."

Bree was stunned at her little anatomy lesson, and for once, didn't have much to say. "But I heard black guys...."

"I know hottie, but it just ain't true. Please don't be disappointed. I really do put it to good use. Aside from a couple obvious size queens, I've not had complaints. And well, I really hate to sound selfish, but it is kinda about me, and I have no doubt you'll satisfy me. Give me the chance and I might do the same."

Bree sighed, knowing she would be faking it, and said, "Okay, Mr. Diversity. Let's get this over with. Ken gently laid Bree back and dipped between her legs.

He thought she may need a little moisture after her disappointment and slid his tongue between the folds of her tight slit.

'He's not too bad,' Bree thought, 'maybe one of the best guys ever to suck her cunt. I guess he tries harder to compensate.'

Ken began to stab his tongue in and out of her cunt in cock like fashion.

Bree was starting to warm up. He may actually be the best pussy pleasing man she had had.

She was reminded he was still a man, though, as she heard Karen. "Fuck yeah, you tongue fucking lesbo. All you little coed dykes play hard to get until a little bauble is dangled in front of you. Then you can't get enough of Karen's cunt. Ahh shit! That finger in my ass is a nice trick. Not many of you box lickers know to do that. You've been taught well. Maybe I'll even get your Mistress to demonstrate on me."

Bree had had enough of this bitch, but was distracted as Ken seized her clit between his teeth. Damn, no doubt about it. He was definitely the best male twat licker she had had. Now, having been pleasured by numerous female pets of all ages, he still didn't know pussy like a woman. But if he kept that up, he would drag an orgasm out of her.

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