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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF

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Summary: 18-year-old Bree tells the story of her first 8 submissive pets.

Note: Thanks to Jedd for the story idea and even some dialogue.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86.

Note 3: This is a prequel to Bree's MILF seductions.

Note 4: All participants are 18-years old.

Note 5: 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: Bride (End of third year of college)

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

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Prologue

Hi, my name is Bree.

Some of you may have read my stories of the MILF's I have seduced. After telling a few of these stories, I often get questions about how it all started.

But first a bit about me, in case you are new to my stories. At the time of this story, I was eighteen and had never been with a woman. Sure I had made out with a few, it's the in thing in high school, but I had only been with boys.

I was also a perfect specimen at the time. 5'5, 128 and the perfect dimensions of 34C-24-34. I have brownish-red hair midway down my back and, of course, was and still am completely shaved.

I learned from the very first seduction and the ones that followed, that I love women. Don't misunderstand me; I am bi and enjoy the occasional stiff cock, but I really love girls. Or women. Whatever. While I have eaten pussy on rare occasions, I normally have my own cunt licked. Even if I do have a box lunch, it's extremely rare for me to go first, and is usually a reward for a good job to one of my many pets.

Now, the real thrill is for a formerly straight girl, or even more fun a straight MILF, to turn to jelly in my presence and become thereafter a twat licking slave for my cunt. I probably sound like a pretentious bitch and, well, I suppose I am, but the truth is the truth.

Now, you may have read several of my adventures with these MILFs, and you may have read the intensive education my mother gave me in the ways of becoming a Domme (Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom), Domme/sub studies you might say. I learned much from her. In our initial training session, I told her with a smirk I already had seven pets, eight if I included the one I had just added the day she caught me in the act.

After she finished laughing, she told me that wasn't much, and numbers didn't matter anyway. Now these were before my first MILF. That was Nadine, my next door neighbor and mother of my best friend, Katherine (Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor).You know I actually had Katherine sucking my cunt long before her mother, but even she was not the first. She was one of the seven I had seduced and made my pet though, and I think it's time their stories were told. Stories of submission to me, Bree, the MILF seductress...but before I was a MILF Seductress, I was simply a straight girl seducer.

Now as this was all prior to my, ahem, education, by my mother, I guess you could call that time my pre-MILF studies. My first was actually a lesbian already. Mom said that didn't count, but I beg to differ. I seduced her, and she's my pet, so it counts, right? And she was older than me and it triggered everything else that has since followed. Actually, if it wasn't for fate, a dumb ass boyfriend and having Mom make me go to a wedding that I didn't want to attend, maybe I would have never become the MILF Seductress I am today...so I disagree...the first one definitely counts...it started it all.

So now let's get to the stories of my first conquests before I began my MILF hunting during my senior year...these are my pre-MILF hunting days.

1. LESBIAN SALES LADY (Rena)

My boyfriend had just ditched me the night before to watch football with the guys; my mom was nagging me about a wedding she was making me go to. I had a test in Chemistry I wasn't ready to take; so, pissed off, I did what I always did when annoyed...I went shopping. I also was in need of a new hot dress for the wedding, which was coming up in a couple weeks and I always live by the theory...look better than the bride (I know, I warned you I was pretentious).

Once at the mall, I made my way to a new clothing store called Landrieu's. I noticed the store was empty except for me and the clerk, who looked to be in her late 20s. As I browsed through the store, I couldn't help but sense I was being stared at. A couple of times I glanced back and noticed the saleswoman seemed to be checking me out. I tried on a few things and confirmed my suspicions when each time I exited the dressing room in a new outfit, she was definitely looking my way. Oddly, she wasn't coming over to assist me.

I called her over and asked with a smile, "Does this look good on me?"

"Yes, Miss," she nodded, checking out my tits in the very tight fitting cocktail dress.

"Thanks, can I get your opinion on a couple others?" I asked, wanting to confirm without a doubt my suspicions that she was a lesbian.

I changed into a more revealing red dress, with a long side slit, and returned to showcase it. "How about this one?"

"You look very good, Miss," she nodded, unable to take her eyes off me. I was used to having boys drool over me, and, of course, I knew a few of the school dykes drooled over me too, but being pissed at my boyfriend, suddenly an idea formed.

I asked, "Do I look fuckable in this?"

"Pardon?" She asked, surprised by the question.

"I'm going to a wedding and I need to look utterly irresistible. I want every man there to want to fuck me," I said, before pausing for dramatic effect, "and every woman there to want to eat me."

"You will be the centre of attention in that outfit," she complimented.

"I'm going to try one more outfit, this is just for school," I said, "I want your honest opinion."

"Okay," she nodded, clearly attracted to me, her red cheeks a guilty symbol.

I returned to the dressing room, slid out of my thong (it's all I wore, other than that one pesky week every month) and put on a very short plaid skirt.

I called out, naked from the waist up, "Could I get some help in here?"

"How may I help you?" She asked, from outside the room.

I opened the door, pulled her in and said, bluntly, "I've noticed you haven't taken your eyes off me since I entered the shop. Now either you think I'm a shoplifter, or you're a lesbian, and I can't hide much in this outfit. So which is it?" I asked with a smile, already knowing the answer.

Her already red face went a shade redder.

When she didn't answer, I continued, using a dominant tone to get what I wanted, "Answer me!"

"I'm a lesbian," she answered, barely audible.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that," I replied, wanting to push her like I did when I bullied some of the nerds at the school.

"I'm a lesbian," she repeated, a bit louder.

"And what do lesbians do?" I asked, somehow relishing the bitch role I was playing.

"We like girls," she answered, still staring at my tits.

"No, you eat pussy, don't you?" I corrected.

Yes," she admitted, her face going a shade of humiliation red I didn't know existed.

"Say it!" I demanded.

"Yes, we eat each other," she admitted.

Moving to her and speaking in her ear, "No. You. Eat. Pussy. Now say it."

Her body quivered and her voice cracked as she repeated my words, "We eat pussy."

"Almost there. Try one more time. You eat pussy," I added, my tits touching her.

"I eat pussy," she admitted, making her putty in my hands.

Moving back, I said, "Very good. And since you eat pussy, I have a treat for you." I put one foot on the bench and revealed my panty-less bald muff.

She nervously looked out the door and around the store. "But we can't. Someone will see."

"Well, then you'd better hurry, or I'll find some other lesbian to please me," I threatened.

After a quick glance back out the door, she dropped to her knees, and her tongue quickly found my hot box. As her tongue worked through my slick folds, I now felt a kinship with lesbians I never would have thought. My first time to be eaten out by a woman, and, much like a crack addict, I was hooked for life. I knew I would have a woman between my thighs as often as possible, as she was way better at eating pussy than any guy I've had down there. It was as if she knew exactly what buttons to press to get me revved up. Also, I now knew how my male counterparts felt. That anticipation, then the feeling of accomplishment after a successful seduction. As she moved her lips to my now throbbing clit, I exploded. My orgasm took me quickly, and I came all over her face. Seeing her face covered in my pussy juice, I felt another rush of accomplishment.

Rising quickly, with another glance out the door, she wordlessly made her way back to the counter.

As I stopped at the desk, once dressed again, I asked, the skirt as well as the red dress in my hand, "This is comped, right?"

She looked up at me and nodded, clearly humiliated at what she had just done.

Glancing at her name tag, I spoke her name for the first time. "So Rena, did you enjoy my taste?"

Again the downcast nod.

"Use words," I demanded.

"You have a very unique taste," she answered.

"I'm new to having my cunt munched by a girl. What does that mean?" I asked.

Her face still red as sin, she admitted, "It was honestly the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted."

"That...is good to know," I said. Before adding, "You know it will happen again, right? Whenever I want?"

A strange looked crossed her face. It could have been panic, intrigue, excitement, but after a moment she nodded, "Yes."

I pulled my phone out and ordered, "Put your cell number in. That way I can get a hold of you whenever I need my cunt pleasured."

She wordlessly took the phone and typed in her digits.

"Good. I will let you know," I smiled, walking out and thinking skipping class to shop early in the morning was a life-altering decision.

I was on top of the freaking world! She may have been world class with her tongue, or an amateur. I didn't know, but I was determined to find out. Having my twat licked for the first time by a woman, and being dominant in doing so, had me on fire.

A couple days later, during lunch at school, feeling horny and not for cock, and completely confident she would respond, I texted her:

If you're hungry for another taste text me back ASAP.

I didn't have to wait even two minutes before I got a response.



I'd love to see you again.


I texted back:

This isn't a date. You will eat my cunt, I will cum all over your face and you will leave. Is that clear?

Typing such words made me feel powerful. I wished I could see her face when she read them.

This time, the text took almost five minutes; I was just wondering if I was too aggressive with my demand when she replied.

Yes, I understand.

I texted back, relieved I was right:

Good pick me up after school. I will text you the address. Don't be late!

I didn't know if she was working at that time. I just assumed she would do whatever it took to obey my order.

She texted back:

I'll be there.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through me and my pussy tingled. I wished I had my own personal cunt licker at school to get me off right here and now. I looked around and wondered if the nerds would be good pussy pleasers, you'd think so, being all keen and shit. Just then, Laurie Richards, cheerleading captain, joined me.

"Hi, bitch," she said to me, her usual stuck up, 'I'm better than everyone and yet I still talk to you tough for some silly street cred', talk. She was captain, and I was the assistant-captain, as she liked to remind me. Her older sister Micah, just out of high school had been captain before her. It was widely assumed her younger sister Kendra, also on our team, would be captain after her. There was major snobbery in that household. Especially among those girls. They had a fitting last name, for they were certainly dicks. Their parents were wealthy and the girls were the epitome of spoiled.

Now, my mom did well, too. She was executive administrator for Governor Daphne Green. I wasn't allowed to flaunt it like the Richard girls did.

In my head, I imagined turning Laurie into my personal pussy pleaser as I replied, "Hi, slut."

"You've fucked more guys than me," she countered, playfully.

"But I don't take it in the ass," I quipped. She had only done it once and I am sure she rued the day she told me as I had thrown it in her face ever since.

"Fuck you," she snapped, instantly moving from playful banter to pissed off.

"In your ass?" I questioned, never one to back down to her...the only one in the school who didn't.

She stomped away and my head began spinning with possibility. Could I make her eat my cunt? It was definitely something to think about.

After school. Rena picked me up in a van and I asked, "Do you have a secluded place to please me?" My mom likely wouldn't be home for another hour, but I couldn't risk it. Plus, my younger sister may be home (she was involved in a lot of the geek school activities...debate, SRC, chess club, UN club to name a few), but I didn't pay attention to her schedule, because she was my little sister and mostly just an annoyance.

She said, not looking at me, clearly nervous, "I've never done this before."

"Done what? Picked up a high school girl just to eat her cunt?" I asked, still relishing the power I had over her.

Again her face flushed. "Yes," she sighed, clearly mortified to be talked to in such a crude, demeaning way.

"I wore my cheerleader's outfit for easy access to my sweetness," I said. Before adding, "And I took my panties off so you could just bury your face in-between my legs and get to licking.

"Oh," was all Rena said.

"Do you have a place to go and taste my honey pie? Or are you so hungry for another taste that you want to go in the back of your van and just devour me right here and now?" I asked bluntly, getting drunk on power. What are the odds she would even have a van? (Apparently pretty good, since she had one).

Her face was again as red as last time as she admitted, "I want it now."

"You want what now?" I asked.

"To eat you again," she whispered.

"Eat my what?" I asked, before adding "And look at me when you answer. I don't want my pet to be ashamed of wanting to serve me." Calling her a pet for the first time only enhanced my dominance over her.

She looked at me nervously, and admitted, "I want to eat your cunt right now."

"Maybe we should do it right in the front seat," I suggested, although it would have been incredibly awkward, uncomfortable and likely we would have gotten caught, which I didn't want.

"No, no, no," she quickly answered, "Let's go in the back."

"As you wish, my pet," I nodded, beginning the conditioning of her new name.

There was an entrance in between our seats and I followed her to the back. It wasn't the cleanest van and I pondered why she had a van in the first place, but I really didn't want to get to know her, I just wanted to use and dominate her.

She pulled out a blanket and laid it in the floor.

"Does my pet often have a snack back here?" I asked.

"Um, no, but it's good to be prepared," she smiled back for the first time. In a private space, her shyness seemed to slowly fade away. Maybe it was who she was, maybe she was accepting her situation or maybe she just craved my honey pie so badly she would do anything for it. I liked that theory.

Once she had the blanket down, I suggested, "Have a pillow in here for next time. Is that understood, my pet?"

"Yes," she nodded, as I laid down on the ground, lifting up my skimpy skirt to give her a perfect view of my cunt.

Without instruction, she crawled between my legs and began pleasing me.

I had nothing to compare it to, but I realized soon there was a difference between a quickie and a lengthy pussy pleasing. This time, with time not being a factor, fear of being caught not a factor, fear of getting fired not a factor, she really took her time. She licked slowly, exploring every crevice of my pussy, both the outside and the inside. The slow build was amazing compared to the usual wham-bam-grunt-cum-fall-asleep of the guys I'd fucked. Actually, it occurred to me, as Rena's tongue slithered up and down my pussy lips, I had never orgasmed from a guy's tongue or cock for that matter. It had always been my fingers afterward that finished the job they started, yet couldn't finish. My first orgasm from something other than my fingers or toys was from Rena a couple of days ago.

My breathing got heavier, and my orgasm was rising, when I finally spoke again, "Do, you want my cum, my pet?"

"Yes," she admitted with hunger in her voice, between licks.

Again sensing there was something missing with her response, I instructed, "Yes, Bree."

She repeated my words, while flicking my clit with her tongue, "Yes, Bree."

Yet, there was still something missing. It was consuming my thoughts and not allowing me to completely enjoy the pleasure the lesbo was giving me, nor to reach the orgasm my body was dying to have, the concentration on my clit really driving me wild.

Suddenly the word popped into my head. A word that enhanced even more the position of power I had over the older, cute, lesbian. "You mean, 'Yes, Mistress Bree', don't you?"

She looked up at me, her tongue extended to still be on my clit, and answered, the shy persona completely gone, and replaced with a insatiably hungry lesbian, "Yes, Mistress Bree, I desperately want to get you off and taste your cum like a good pet."

The declaration of submission, the lustful look in her eyes and her eager obedience, was the fuel that flamed the fire in my loins and as she returned to pleasuring me, my building orgasm accelerated as I grabbed her head, pulled her deep into me, and came all over her face.

She kept licking even as my body trembled with pleasure unlike any I had experienced. I saw fireworks exploding as I finally understood just how great an orgasm could feel. I had been fucked by teenage boys and men and pleasured myself with my fingers, a brush, a beer bottle, and the one vibrator I had just got a couple weeks ago, but I had no idea what a real orgasm felt like until that moment.

Spent, I let go of her head.

Rena asked, "Mistress, can I tell you something?"

My body was still pulsing with the aftermath of euphoria and I weakly answered, "Yes, my pet," wanting to make sure she still understood the hierarchy of this sexual relationship.

"You have the most unique tasting pussy I have ever eaten," she revealed.

She had mentioned that during our first encounter, I leaned up slightly to look at her. "Is that a good thing?"

"God, yes," she said, licking her lips to apparently retrieve more of my sweetness.

"How so?" I asked, curious.

"Well, I have been with quite a few women since I accepted my sexuality. Each has her own taste, but each has a similar taste, yet yours is an exotic mix I can't explain, but I have been craving it since you left last time," she admitted, clearly confused herself by the uniqueness of it.

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