Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF

"Please, I can give you money," she said, it having worked once before.

"I don't want your money, I want your face buried between my legs licking my twat," I said, loving talking dirty to prudes like her. I then added, "I imagine you have sucked some cock to get where you are, just think of this as doing whatever it takes to stay in power."

"We can work something out," she said, again just like Laurie, trying desperately to find an angle to get out of this situation.

"Oh we are," I smiled, opening my legs further, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to the chair, "you will remain President, you will continue to snow the other students and teachers, and you will be my personal pussy pleaser whenever I need one."

"I'm not a lesbian," she protested, even as she sat down.

"Me either, but I like watching girls eat my cunt," I replied, snapping my fingers and this time pointing to my cunt.

"But," she began, but I cut her off.

"Look, I don't have all day. Consider this a business deal. You eat my cunt and I keep your secret, I explained very business-like.

"Fuck," she sighed, easily the most dramatic sigh I had ever heard and I am a cheerleader and used to dramatics.

"Get eating," I ordered, "I really don't have all day."

She reluctantly rolled her chair back in, and slowly moved her face to my pussy.

I joked, "Don't worry, I don't bite."

After another brief hesitation, she began licking.

"Good girl," I moaned, as she got started.

I'm sure she wanted to say something witty, but she refrained as she ate away. Like the others who had snacked on my delicacy, once she got a taste, the licking shifted from slow and tentative to fast and eager.

Looking at this bitch between my legs, the usual first time rush went up my spine. Sure, she was the worst cunt muncher so far, and sure my orgasm wasn't close to my best, but I still came hard all over her face after a few minutes. I filmed the entire scene with my phone to add to the grip I planned to have on her.

Once I was done coming, I looked down at her and said, "You will need a lot of practice."

Her face drenched, yet her eyes betraying her, even as she tried to remain strong, "I'm not doing that again."

I laughed, "First, you fucking loved eating me out and second, I bet your cunt is soaked."

"Trust me, it's not," she said, rolling her chair away.

"Show me," I said, calling her bluff.

"I'm not showing you," she replied.

"Tell you what," I began, confident I was right. "If your cunt is dry, I will never bother you again and I swear your secret will go to the grave with me, but if your cunt is wet, and we both know your panties are wet right now, like your face, you will be my pet submissive and I your Mistress."

"Leave," she said, ignoring the deal.

"Avoiding my generous offer," I smirked. "You really are a politician."

I stood up, went to the door and said, "I expect you on your knees, under your desk tomorrow after school, or else."

Before she could respond, I left.

As expected, the next day, she was under her desk as she began her training as a pussy pleaser.

Christmas came and I did often, too from my different pussy pleasers and it wasn't until we came back from Christmas break that I decided to add another adult to my growing stable of pets. It just seemed natural that my next conquest be a teacher and although there were a few to choose from the hottest was Ms. Martens, a first year teacher that all the boys drooled over.

6. TAMING THE TEACHER (Ms. Martens)

Being a dedicated first year teacher, who thinks she can still make a difference, I knew she always stayed late.

When I walked into her room after cheerleading practice as expected I found her at her desk grading papers.

"Go home, Ms. Martens, you need a social life."

She looked up and laughed, "I could say the same thing to you, Bree. It's almost six o'clock."

"Oh trust me, I have a very active social life," I countered.

"What can I do for you?" She asked, as she didn't have a response to my sexually implied answer.

I closed her classroom door, happy that her desk was hidden from view, and said, "Actually I hear you have a pretty active social life."

"Excuse me?" She questioned.

"According to the boys you are often giving them extra motivation after school," I lied, never hearing any such thing, the truth is she seemed completely oblivious to the drooling and hard-ons she caused the majority of her male students.

"That's outrageous," she said.

"I was just thinking that it's so unfair that only the boys get the extra motivation," I said, sauntering over to her. "I mean, I was pretty sure you were a lesbian." This was true, although I wasn't sure why...just a hunch...an inner instinct.

Her face went red at the accusation. She was a lesbian.

"I knew it," I smiled, reaching her desk. "So I imagine you haven't had dinner yet."

"I was just leaving," she said, clearly getting uncomfortable.

"It's okay, Ms. Martens, I brought dinner in," I seductively countered, now standing directly in front of her, my cunt directly in front of her face if she turned sideways, my skimpy cheerleading skirt the only thing hiding my addictive aura of heaven.

She stammered, not moving, "I-I-I'm your teacher."

"And now my teacher pet," I countered.

"I could get fired for this," she said, even though she wasn't really putting up much of a fight, just delaying the inevitable.

I lifted up my skirt, revealing my perfect pussy, and offered, ever so gently, "Go ahead, Ms. Martens, I can see the hunger in your eyes."

To her credit, she didn't lean forward and submit like others did, but she also didn't look away. She said weakly, "I can't."

"But you want to?" I asked.

"Please, go," she said, her voice cracking.

Deciding to play hard to get, wanting her to submit to me of her own free will, I devised a new type of seduction and submission, I said, "Okay, but when you change your mind I'm not going to give you this sweet pie so easily." I dropped my skirt and began to walk out, stopping at the door, I turned and said, "Have a great night, Ms. Martens."

Over the next week, I constantly teased her:

On Monday, I flashed my cunt while she taught, going sans underwear that day.

On Tuesday, I came in at lunch, after I had Carol eat me in her office, handed in my poetry assignment and put my finger to her lips and asked, my scent lingering, "Want a sample taste?" Before she could respond, I again left, leaving her wanting more I hoped.

On Wednesday, I left a pair of my soiled panties in her purse that I had masturbated in, something I seldom did now that I had a few pets to get me off. I also whispered to her at the end of class, "Submission is inevitable."

On Thursday, I had Kimberly hand her a small gift before school started: Ben wa balls with a note that I expected them in her all day. After school, I returned to her classroom and asked bluntly, "Did you obey, my teacher pet?"

"Bree, this is getting out of hand," she replied, avoiding the question.

"It was a yes or no question," I countered, implying I was annoyed.

"You told another student I was your pet?" She asked, clearly mortified

"No, my pet obeyed her simple instructions," I explained. "She has no idea why she gave them to you other than an assumption I have chosen you as my next pet."

"How many pets do you have?" She asked, seeming more in awe of my prowess than mortified by my focus on her.

"You will be number six," I answered, as I walked to her.

Her face went beat red. It was obvious by her facial expression she was battling with conflicting emotions: the moral 'I'm a teacher and must be the adult in this situation' vs the immoral 'I'm a submissive lesbian and am dying to submit'.

"You still haven't answered my very simple yes or no question," I pointed out.

She went to her desk, pulled open the drawer, took out the ben was balls and handed them to me. "I can't," she whispered, not able to look me in the eye.

I smiled as I took the ben wa balls. "Ms. Martens can I ask you one question?"

"I guess," she answered, clearly struggling with the temptation that lingered before her.

"Is your cunt wet right now?" I bluntly asked.

"Bree!" She gasped, shocked by the question, even though the redness in her cheeks and the look in her eyes gave me the answer to my question.

"I'll take it, by the undeniable lust in your eyes, that that sweet pussy of yours is dripping wet," I continued, sensing her fragile moral resistance was brittle.

"Bree, I need you to leave," she said, still not looking me in the eye.

"Look me in the eyes, Ms. Martens and tell me that twat of yours isn't sticking to your panties because they're so wet," I ordered, continuing my aggressive assault on the beautiful teacher.

She looked me in the eyes and said, her tone surprisingly firm all of a sudden, "Leave now, Bree."

I smiled, not letting this brief defiance, act as a deterrent, and shrugged, "Your loss, Ms. Martens." I turned and walked away again, stopping at the door. "By the way, I always get what I want. And what I want is my own pet teacher."

I again left and for the first time I was not sure I was going to get what I wanted.

At school on Friday, I didn't do anything at all, instead trying to play mind games with her. That said, I could tell she was flustered and my confidence, which was briefly weakened, came back. I had resolved I was going to go for broke, but not at school.

Instead I would leave the ball in her hands while setting her up for the opportunity to cross the line that I believed she was willing to cross. After school, I walked in and said, "Ms. Martens, I will be at your house at precisely eight o'clock tonight. I expect your front door unlocked, you on your knees in your living room, and dressed in the sexiest lingerie you own."

"Bree," she said, her cheeks going ruby red. "I just can't."

"I know you want this, you know you want this," I said. "I'm giving you one more chance to submit as my pet teacher in the safety of your home. If you really don't want to submit to me and taste my perfection, then have your door locked." I moved to her ear, my hot breath on her neck, "But we both know that deep down you not only want this...you need it...you crave it."

Her breathing was getting heavy, as I tugged on her ear and said, "See you at eight," before I walked out leaving her a horny mess, I believed.

I waited outside a moment before returning and adding, noticing she still hadn't moved, "Ms. Martens, note this is your last chance. If you don't obey then I will know you are not interested and I'll leave you alone, but we both know you will obey."

I again left pretty confident I was right, yet a lingering doubt remained.

At eight, I pulled in front of her house and went to her door. This was the moment of truth.

Was I right?

Was I as irresistible as I thought I was?

I took a breath, feeling slight anxiety at the possibly of being rejected, the rush of seduction being such an addicting act of adrenalin that I wasn't sure what I would do if I was wrong.

I put my hand on the door knob and turned. A chill went up my spine and a rush of wetness dampened my pussy as the door opened easily.

I walked in feeling exhilarated with power as I was greeted by my beautiful, sexy teacher on her knees as instructed. In a red lace bra, a matching thong, garter-belt and beige stockings, she looked radiant.

I greeted her as I closed the door, "My pet deserves a reward for obeying her instructions."

I walked over to her, lifted up my skirt and offered her my pussy.

Without a word, only utter obedience, she leaned forward and licked my pussy, the invisible line of propriety crossed.

Every seduction is unique, every seduction is a rush, but this one was a new high as I overcame a potential rejection of adding her to my growing collection of pets...plus she was a teacher which only added to the taboo of it all.

I moaned, "That's it, my teacher pet."

It was obvious as her tongue explored my cunt that she was a very experienced pussy pleaser.

"Is my pet teacher a lesbian?" I asked, after a couple minutes of pleasure, although the answer had been practically given in her class when I first broached the topic.

When she didn't answer, I moved back slightly and repeated the question, "is my pet teacher a lesbian?"

"N-n-no," she stammered, "but I'm bi."

"You eat cunt and suck cock?" I bluntly asked, slightly surprised she was bi.

"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks red as the fiery flames of hell.

"Which do you prefer?" I asked, leaving my sweetness lingering just out of my new pet's reach.

"I like them both," she admitted.

"So if a juicy cock was here and my cunt which would you choose?" I asked, my finger parting my wet pussy lips.

"Yours," she answered.

"My what?" I questioned, wanting to hear her swear.

"Your vagina," she answered, staring at my cunt.

"My what?" I questioned, as I slid a finger inside my cunt, "use big girl words."

"Your cunt, I'd like to eat your cunt," she admitted, desperation in her tone.

"Beg, my teacher pet," I ordered, slowly fingering myself.

Her hungry eyes never left my cunt as she begged, her desperation increasing, "Please Bree, let your pet teacher bury herself in that sweet cunt of yours."

"It's Mistress Bree when we're alone," I added to my expectations.

Without any hesitation, her desire to taste me overriding any sort of hierarchy, "Yes, Mistress Bree," she nodded, still staring at my cunt.

"Such a good teacher pet," I purred, as I moved my cunt back within reach.

She eagerly buried her pretty face in my cunt and licked hungrily like a woman lost in the desert finally finding water. Maybe it was her amazing tongue, maybe it was because she was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in person, maybe it was that she was one of my teachers or maybe I was just fucking horny, but after only a couple of minutes of her magical tongue I was near orgasm.

I moaned, as I held her deep into me, "I'm comiiiiing," a moment later as I coated her beautiful face with my cunt juice.

She eagerly licked my juices like it was lifesaving water as my body trembled.

Once my orgasm had finished its glorious journey through me, I let go of her head, looked down and complimented, "You look incredibly sexy with cunt cum all over your face."

"Thank you, Mistress," she answered, still slightly embarrassed and yet already accepting her new submissive position.

"Are you wet?" I asked.

"Soaked, Mistress," she admitted.

"What toys do you have?" I queried, curious if her innocent exterior was hiding a slutty interior.

She blushed again, "I have a few, Mistress."

"Show me," I ordered.

She began to stand up, but I pointed out, "Pets crawl."

She returned to her knees and then all fours and began crawling towards a hallway. It was easily the hottest thing I had ever witnessed: this beautiful teacher in lingerie crawling like a dog, her amazing ass in perfect view.

Reaching her bedroom, she crawled to her bed and pulled out a long container (one made to hold wrapping paper) and opened it.

I gasped at the many toys she had. I commented, "That's quite the collection," as I bent down and asked, pulling out a long plastic dildo looking thing with two ends, "What is this?"

"A double ended dildo," she answered.

"How does it work?" I asked, realizing I apparently was a sex toy novice only having a vibrator and a strap-on.

"It goes in both our cunts and we get each other off, Mistress," she explained, the light bulb suddenly going on.

"Delicious," I purred. "And this is a unique strap-on," I pointed out, grabbing one that had two cocks.

"It's for double penetration, Mistress," my teacher pet explained.

My eyes went wide. "Does my teacher pet take it in the ass?" I questioned, the idea one that hadn't occurred to me until that moment.

"Yes, Mistress, getting double penetrated is the way I come hardest," the hot enough to be a model teacher admitted.

"And these are butt plugs, I assume," I asked, as I pointed to three similar styled black plastic things.

"Yes, Mistress," she nodded.

"And what is this?" I asked, grabbing a long purple cock with a suction cup at the end.

"A wall suction cock," she revealed. As I looked at her slightly confused, she explained, "You can put it on the wall or a headboard and then literally fuck yourself with it."

"Show me," I smiled, thinking tonight was going to be a fun, long night.

She took the purple wall cock, put it in her mouth like a bone, and crawled to an open spot on her wall. She put the suction cup on the wall, tugged her thong down and backed herself onto the cock.

The surreal submission continued to be the ultimate turn on from her crawling with a cock in her mouth, to her beginning to fuck herself, to her complete obedience, to her soft moans and facial expressions as she fucked herself while her face was still shiny with my cunt cum.

As she fucked herself, biting her lip, with her eyes closed, I got undressed, put on the double cock strap-on, the idea of ass fucking her yet another new thrill.

When ready, her moans increasing, I asked, "Does my pet teacher want to get DP'd?"

"God, yes," she moaned as she bounced back taking all the plastic cock in her cunt.

"Crawl onto the bed," I ordered, again enjoying watching her be a real teacher pet.

She obeyed and was soon on all fours, her two inviting holes posing for me. She asked, "Please use the lube that is in the box, Mistress."

I hadn't thought about that, being an anal virgin both giving and receiving, so I reached down and grabbed the anal lube. I poured some on the top cock and some more down her ass crack, my own cunt wet at the anticipation of fucking her ass.

I positioned my double cock at her two inviting holes and asked again, "Does my teacher pet want to get DP'd by her student?"

"Yesss, Mistress, fuck both my holes," she eagerly agreed, clearly horny as hell.

I slowly pushed forward and listened to her whimper as the toy disappeared inside her. Watching the cock slide in her ass was incredibly hot and I knew that all my pets were soon going to get some ass fucking training.

Once all in, I began slowly fucking both her holes. At first her moans were soft as she got used to having a cock in her ass, but as I kept slow fucking her, the moans began to increase and my reserved, beautiful teacher began to get animated. "Harder, Mistress, slam both those cocks deep in your slut."

Hearing her call herself a slut enhanced again my enjoyment at her complete submission as I obliged her request, shifting from slow fucking to hard, bodies slamming into each other, fucking.

"Oh fuuuuck," she screamed, the instant I slammed into her hard.

As I held onto her hips, fucking her as hard as I could, feeling how exhilarating it was to be in the position of a man, I demanded, "Tell me exactly what you want, my slut."

"To be fucked like the slutty teacher I am. Pound both my holes until I come like a cheap whore," she answered, as her wicked tongue and heavy breathing implied she was close.

I kept fucking her hard and after a couple of minutes of intense, hard-core pounding, she babbled as her orgasm hit her, "Oh God, fuck, shit, so good, oh God, yes, yes, harder, Mistress, yes, yes, oh fucking shit, yessssssssss."

She collapsed forward as her orgasm hit her. I leaned forward and continued my assault on her two holes even as she screamed with euphoria.

"Shit, shit, shit," she babbled, as her left hand slammed her bed.

I slowed down, getting a leg cramp myself, and eventually pulled out. My cunt burning itself, I decided I wanted to try this double dildo thing. I got off the bed, got out of the strap-on and grabbed the long dildo.