Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF

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

She looked up at me... startled... her tongue extended towards my clit... something awakened not only in me but in her as well... and she answered, her shy persona completely gone and replaced with an insatiably hungry lesbian, "Yes, Mistress Bree, that's exactly what I mean! I desperately want to get you off and taste your cum like a good pet."

This declaration of submission, added to 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 called me Mistress! That's so perfect!

She kept licking even as my body trembled with pleasure unlike any I'd ever experienced. I saw fireworks exploding as I finally understood just how great an orgasm could feel. I'd been fucked by teenage boys and even men, and pleasured myself with my fingers, a brush, a beer bottle, and the one vibrator I'd just gotten 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.

After a long pause while we each caught our breath Rena asked, "Mistress, can I tell you something?"

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

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

She'd 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 savour more of my sweetness.

"How so?" I asked, curious.

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

"So I have an exotic-tasting cunt?" I asked, the idea flattering.

"I wanted to taste you again to see if it was just a one-time thing, something like pineapple you may have eaten that day perhaps, or if you always tasted like this and well, so far so good," she smiled, her shyness completely gone. I realized I had my very first girl infatuated with me.

"That's very good to know," I smiled, unaware at the time she wasn't making this up. I indeed do have a very exotic, sweet, addicting pussy. My unique flavour is like nicotine for a pussy pleaser, one taste and you're addicted, and quitting is almost impossible. Oddly, it doesn't seem to work on men; my theory is that when it comes to pussy tasting, like everything else in life regarding women, men are oblivious.

2. STUCK UP CHEERLEADER BITCH (Laurie)

I had Rena drive me home, and on subsequent days I'd had her between my legs a couple more times before an opportunity presented itself to recruit Laurie as my next pet. It turns out that fate really is on my side. Although I didn't believe it at the time, I do now. With Rena, the store had remained empty for almost twenty minutes to give me time to complete my first seduction. Then this particular Saturday while I was at a frat party at a local college (I rarely went to high school parties), I noticed Princess Laurie at the keg, topping up what was clearly not her first mug of beer. I slyly took my phone out and began filming her. I ended up capturing a great deal of footage, including her kissing three different guys, disappearing into a bedroom with a fourth guy for twenty minutes, and finally catching her in all her glory as she knelt at the porcelain throne first to puke, and then to phone her boyfriend Ralph to come and get her. Finally having all I needed, I left the party to scheme. Little Miss Hurls-a-Lot was probably done for that weekend, so I waited until next week to start things rolling.

Being great with video editing, and having Homecoming in two weeks, I assembled a promo video for Laurie as homecoming queen mixed with clips from her weekend.

I phoned Laurie on Thursday, and asked, sounding giddy, "I have a really good idea for a new cheer. Could you come over to check it out?"

As I expected and hoped, bitch Laurie couldn't be bothered. "If you want me to review it, you'll have to come to my house. I really don't feel like going out."

Excellent! This fit my plans perfectly. Arriving at her house, I was greeted by her younger sister and teammate Kendra, who gave me her best fake smile and, "Hi Bree, Laurie's upstairs in her room."

"Thanks," I said, returning her a smile just as fake.

Arriving at Laurie's door, I knocked softly. "Yeah, come on in."

Once I was in her room, patience not being one of her virtues, she skipped any pleasantries and jumped straight to, "Well, let's see this great new routine of yours." It was obvious she figured she was doing me a favour, and she was already bored before I even started.

I pulled out a DVD of some cheer I'd pulled off the internet and half-heartedly went through the moves. After I finished, Laurie gave me her usual, very blunt, negative and condescending assessment. "I've seen it before, and you're not even doing it right. Is that all you came over for?"

"Actually, I do have something else. Look at this." I pulled out another DVD, the one of the custom homecoming promo I'd made of her. Of course, I'd made more than one copy. "I was bored, so I decided to make a promo video for your homecoming run next week."

"Who would run against me?" she asked, her pretentiousness only making me want to make her into my pet even more, so I could put her in her place.

"Likely no one," I shrugged, "but better safe than sorry."

"I suppose," she said, as the video started. The first twenty seconds were clips of cheerleading and of last year's prom, when in her junior year she had attended as a senior's date. I could tell she was enjoying it when it shifted to last weekend's party.

"What the hell is this?" She said, her tone sharp like vinegar.

"I don't know," I said, pretending surprise.

"Where did you get this? How dare you! You delete that shit right now!" she roared, pulling the DVD out of the machine and breaking it in half.

Remaining calm, I pointed out, "Not to worry, I made extra copies."

You bitch! What do you want? You think you'll take my place as captain? Ain't gonna happen!" She continued her rampage, thinking she could scare me like she did everyone else.

"First Laurie, your fear tactics won't work with me. Second, I know how you tick. Third, I actually want you to remain captain. I like a pretty floozy being in charge," I listed.

"What do you want, then?" she repeated, thinking she could talk her way out of this.

"Have you ever been with another girl?" I asked, throwing her a curveball.

"What?! No, I'm not a fucking dyke!" she ranted, missing the point completely.

"No worries, it's good to know you're not a lesbian. I'm not either," I replied.

"Well, good," she sighed dramatically.

After a pause, I laid out my plan, "So you'll eat me just fine."

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" she roared, going completely ballistic as I'd anticipated, which made this blackmail even more enjoyable.

"That's a matter of opinion," I shrugged.

"I told you I'm not a dyke," she continued.

"I know. That's why it'll be so much more fun when you have to eat my pussy," I answered, continuing to remain calm in the face of her histrionics.

"That will never happen, you fucking bitch," she continued, sticking to her stubborn ways.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "My little video says it will. Or would your parents like a viewing? How about your boyfriend Ralph? He might be very interested in how you got so wasted you need him to come and rescue you."

"You wouldn't dare," she glared at me, for the first time realizing she was in a bit of a predicament.

"Actually, it's not only true that I would, but you know I would. And I'm getting kind of tired of your cute little tantrum, so I'm gonna need you on your knees."

"Not a chance!" she retorted defiantly, arms crossed.

"When do your parents get home? I can wait," I returned calmly, checking my phone. "Shall I download a fresh copy for them to see?"

Angry but broken, Laurie hissed, "If I do this, you'll delete the video?"

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"I hate you," she shot back, throwing daggers at me with both her glare and her tone.

"I've never particularly liked you, you dumb bitch, but I'm sure I'll love your tongue," I countered, before repeating, "now get on your knees."

She pleaded one more time, now trying to bargain, "Please, Bree, we can work something out."

"Yep, and we're doing that right now," I smiled. "You'll be my personal pussy pleaser and I won't reveal your indiscretions. Win-win all around."

"You really are a bitch," she said.

"I can't disagree with your assessment," I smirked, "but it does take one to know one. Now for the last fucking time, get... down... on.... your... fucking... knees."

Reluctantly, her eyes still shooting daggers at me, she dropped to her knees in front of me.

I stood over her and quipped, just because I could, "You can pretend it's a beer tap if it makes you feel better. Though I'm sure you'll enjoy my taste more. I even went sans underwear today so you could dive right in. Now lick."

As she moved her tongue through my cunt lips, for the second time I felt that incredible rush. That thrilling, undeniable rush of having another girl submit to me, and once again it got me all revved up. She'd obviously never licked twat before, unlike Rena, yet I could still feel my orgasm building in only a couple of minutes.

After being rather tentative at first, she began licking with a little more intent, as if having gotten just a sampling of my pussy delicacy, she now realised she wanted the full meal deal.

"You're a natural little cunt licker," I moaned, pushing her further.

She didn't protest, but continued licking, completely entranced by my cunt.

Getting close, I ordered, "Getting there... now suck on my clit, you eager little slut."

She obeyed, again without protest, sucking on my clit as my juices washed over her face and as I screamed, possibly loud enough to alert her younger sister that something audience-worthy was happening, "I'm coming, you eager pussy slut." I held her head between my legs throughout my orgasm.

Once I was spent, I let go of her head. Looking ashamed, but strangely excited, her face dripping with my wetness, she stood up and said, "Are we good now?"

"Until I need you again, or until you crave my sweet nectar again," I countered.

"This was a one-time thing," she protested.

"Whatever gave you that idea, slut?" I asked, allowing my skirt to fall back down.

"I'm not a slut," she protested.

I could have pointed out the guys she'd made out with last weekend, the guy she spent twenty minutes with, and that none of them were her college boyfriend, but I focused entirely on what had just transpired. "Did you or did you not just eat my pussy until I came? All. Over. Your. Face."

"Yes," she muttered, "but you made me do it."

"I'd say that still qualifies you as a slut. Plus, I didn't make you lick so eagerly. It seems to me that once you started, you couldn't get enough of my sweet pie," I countered.

"Don't fool yourself," she retorted.

"No, don't you fool yourself," I shot right back. "It's obvious I've created a pussy pleaser."

"Fuck you," she snapped, again getting agitated.

"Maybe one day," I shrugged. "By the way, I now have a much more entertaining movie," I flaunted, waving my phone.

"Oh, please no," she responded, realizing I'd filmed her pussy munching.

"I won't if you're obedient," I replied, before adding, "Now you do understand this will happen again. Right?"

"Please, I'll do anything," she pleaded, knowing her reputation would be ruined if either of the videos went public.

She wasn't so pretentious now. "Of that, I have no doubt. For now, just know that you've become my very own slut, and I'll have your tongue whenever I want it," I dictated.

Getting ready to leave, I added, "One last thing: unless we're around other people, you will call me Mistress. I want you to acknowledge who's in charge now, Captain."

"Seriously?" she questioned, still thinking she could control this.

"Don't pretend you didn't love licking my twat," I said, "I can see through your pretentious façade. You loved it, and you're probably already looking forward to our next time."

"Yes, I'm a complete dyke now," she retorted sarcastically.

"Good slut. You learn fast and remember, I'm now your Mistress Bree. I'll be in touch," I finished, turning to leave her sitting on her bed, stunned, my cunt drippings streaking her face.

After my second conquest, every time I saw a girl I wondered what their upper lips would feel like on my lower ones. I wondered which girls could be dominated. I wondered which ones had already eaten cunt. I wasn't a lesbian, so I didn't want to return the favour, or even find out what a pussy tasted like, I just wanted to conquer some more girls. The rush of making Laurie into my pussy pleaser was the most erotic moment of my life, and I wanted to experience that rush again. I was like an adrenaline junkie, except that my rush came from turning straight girls.

I occasionally had Rena between my legs, and I kept Laurie busy knowing her place... on her knees between my thighs. But I soon craved more girls and eventually targeted Kimberly.

3. NERDY MINISTER'S DAUGHTER (Kimberly)

Kimberly was easily the smartest girl in our school, which made her a tempting challenge to see if I could make a nerd into a cunt muncher. Adding to the deliciousness of my next prey, she was a very shy girl, whose dad was the minister of a church. I didn't know her well; my best friend Katherine knew her better, since they attended the same church.

I thought she'd be attractive if she would trade in those lame fifties style glasses she wore for some contacts, pulled her hair out of that perpetual bun, and lost the frumpy clothes. She was too shy even to try, though. She mostly kept to herself, content just to continue acing tests. In many ways she reminded me of the Mandy Moore character in that movie 'A Walk to Remember'. I decided to bring her out of her shell and out of her clothes... kind of a charity task... while rewarding myself by adding to my small but growing stable of pets.

As soon as I'd decided on my target, I got that familiar feeling again, just from thinking about dominating this shy wallflower. Pretending I needed some help with French even though it was my best class, I convinced her to tutor me at her house. After half an hour or so of conjugating French verbs, I initiated my real work. Out of the blue I asked, "Have you ever had sex, Kimberly?"

Demurely, and so adorably, she answered, "No. Why would you ask that?"

"Have you ever thought about it? I mean, I think you're really pretty. I don't know why you hide behind those unflattering clothes and that librarian look," I continued, knowing that flattery gets you everywhere, especially when it's directed at someone who isn't used to receiving any.

"Really?" she asked, surprised by the shift in conversation and by the compliment.

"Of course, really; if you'd like, I could help you with a complete makeover. Get you a new hairdo, lose the glasses and get contacts or some sexier frames, even help you select some make-up and a whole new wardrobe," I continued. "Clothing make the woman," I finished, which was partly true... a push-up bra does wonders to enhance a woman's selling points.

"I don't know," she said tentatively.

"Trust me," I said, "I can change your whole image in a couple of days."

"My dad wouldn't approve," she said, her shy reserved side coming out.

"Then I suggest we don't tell him until we can surprise him with his beautiful new daughter," I shrugged. "So I assume you haven't been with a boy, either."

"Not at all," she answered, uncomfortable talking about this.

"Have you ever thought about it?" I continued, controlling the conversation.

"Yeah, sometimes, but I really try to concern myself with my studies," she answered. "My father says I can meet a good Christian boy when I go to Bible college."

"Is that what you want?" I asked, trying to pull her in as a friend, "A good Christian boy?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I never really thought about it."

"You should start thinking about it; you're eighteen, you're an adult, you can make your own decisions," I said, trying to raise her self-confidence.

"I guess," she said, not at all convinced.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, setting her up for what I was planning.

"What? No, I'm not a lesbian. Not that I find anything wrong with that, I'm not prejudiced. It's just that if I haven't done anything with a boy, I certainly haven't with a girl."

"Would you, though?" I beguiled as I slowly, and on the sly, parted my thighs.

"I don't know," she said, a little frazzled by the turn of the conversation; it was already way out of her comfort zone. "Like I said, I haven't had sex or even any romance with anyone, and really haven't given it much thought."

"Do you find me attractive?" I asked.

"You're very pretty," she answered, as she fidgeted.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked.

"Sure," she nodded, easily drawn into my web.

"Being with another girl is the most intimate and sexy thing I've ever done," I shared, opening my legs a bit more, my cheerleading skirt barely hiding my cunt.

"You've been with a girl?" she gasped, startled by my confession.

"A couple of them. And today I hope to make it three," I said bluntly, now putting my intentions right out there.

She stammered, her cheeks going red, "B-B-Bree, this kind of conversation is making me a little uncomfortable."

I stood up and tugged down my skirt to reveal my shaved cunt, of course not wearing any underwear for the seduction, "Well, then, let's get more comfortable."

"Bree!" she gasped, staring at me, unable to take her eyes off my shaved cunt.

"I've had my eye on you for a while Kimberly, and I think you think about sex and girls more than you're telling me," I asserted, more encouragingly than accusingly, sitting back down bare-assed and opening my legs to showcase my pussy perfection.

She looked at me nervously, unable to speak, her eyes drifting up and down, pussy to eyes and back.

"I think you're quite curious about what it would be like to taste a girl," I continued, noticing her constant glances between my legs.

"Come to think of it, I think you're more than curious," I assessed confidently. I stood, up moved to her, undid the bun in her hair and shook it loose. "First, let's get you out of this grandma bun."

Since she was still speechless and frozen in place, I went for the jugular, and leaned down and kissed her. I hadn't kissed a girl before with intent. Oh sure, I'd made out with girls to tease the boys, but never as a step towards intimacy. I hadn't kissed Rena or Laurie at all yet, but as I was quickly learning, each seduction requires a different route to the final destination.

My tongue explored her mouth, doing all the work at first until she realised she liked it, found her nerve and responded. Our tongues twirled together, with each of us sucking hungrily on the other's.