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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Spa

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Summary:

Note 1: Thanks to Jedd for inspiring the story.

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

Note 3: Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, Scott and Wayne for editing this story.

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: Church Mom (immediately after Pop Star)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Spa (during the beginning of her junior year)

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

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

Prologue:

One of the bonuses to having pets (besides having someone to lick my cunt whenever I want, wherever I want), is the perks that come along with their various careers and jobs. Riley the cop can fix tickets, Leeann gives me baked goods, etc.

In Secret Santa, you heard how I gave my professor, Yvette Garceau, a day at the spa. Of course when I didn't actually pay for it, it wasn't much of a sacrifice. In Pop Star, you met Christine Nguyen, a girl a year older than me, who was in class at college with me... this eventually led to the owner of the spa becoming, you could say, beholden to me (like so many women had before her). So here's how I turned the Vietnamese owner of a day spa, and in the process gained myself another perk.

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Christine worked at a day spa for her aunt, Hoa Vo.

Hoa was one of the last people to leave Vietnam, and was just two when her family had fled the violence. Her parents first settled on the gulf coast, with her father working in the seafood industry like so many of his countrymen. Over the years, Hoa, who in America went by Jane (in large part because of the taunt-worthy American homonym for her birth name), had gotten an education, worked hard, ended up in Boston, and now ran a successful spa. Her niece Christine worked part time at the spa. She wasn't really Jane's niece, but their families were close and she called Jane her aunt in the way some people are called 'Uncle Bob' or 'Aunt Susie' when in reality they are long-time family friends.

Jane had let Christine begin working at the spa two years ago to earn some spending money. Her niece having just turned twenty, she had noticed a change in the blossoming young woman. Her clothes had turned racier, her demeanor more flirtatious with the men, and to Jane's surprise, she was demonstrating attraction even to some women. This sort of independence was frowned upon in a traditional Vietnamese household, where arranged marriages were still, while not common, not unheard of either.

Jane recalled her own clash with such traditions. At 36, while technically old enough to be Christine's mother, she was somewhat midway between her 'niece' and her niece's parents. She could still remember the uproar when, at 22, she had refused the young man her parents had chosen for her. Jane was already in a relationship, but had kept that shocking tidbit from them. The refusal itself was bad enough. It wouldn't have been tolerated in the 'old country', but here in America, unfortunately in her parents' estimation, there was no legal way they could force her.

Fourteen years later she was no longer with the same guy. She had fucked a few guys, though not many... she found that in the heat of the moment she got wild and out of control, even taking it in the ass once... feeling mortified an hour later when her asshole was aching and still had a load of sticky cum leaking out of it. So although she loved sex... especially sucking cock and being fucked hard... although her submissive side was pretty much given free rein in her job, which was very much about serving her clients and pleasing them to their own satisfaction... she rarely let herself go and allowed another person to control her in the bedroom. It had been over a year since anything other than her fingers or her one and only vibrator had been inside her.

With that all said, deep inside, somewhere she wouldn't admit even to herself, she wished she were a bit more like Christine. She harbored no desire for other girls, nor did she dare to parade around with the rare guys she did fuck. But she did want to be able not to hide a relationship from her parents. Paradoxically, even though they were very disapproving that a 'woman of advanced age' such as herself brought 'shame upon the family' by not yet being married, they also highly disapproved of the idea that their 'young slut of a daughter' might have a boyfriend. She longed for a situation where she wouldn't have to worry if someone she knew would see her with a man and tell her parents. How they could possibly hear things all the way down in Houston was beyond her, but hear they did. So in that respect she envied Christine, who had no qualms with her pseudo-sexuality.

Little did Aunt Jane know though, there was nothing pseudo about Christine's sexuality. What Jane saw and heard about was only the tip of the iceberg. Christine loved sex. She had popped her cherry in a horse riding accident at summer camp. So when she had experienced her first real cock, she didn't have to endure the usual pain associated with the act. In fact, she had become addicted from the beginning, and was off and running. She had sucked cocks of all sizes and races. She had fucked guys her own age. She had fucked older guys. She had been spit roasted. She had been dp'd. She had been in a mini gang bang with seven guys who'd given each other constant cheers and high fives as they'd taken turns in all three of her holes... it was almost as complex a choreography as a Virginia reel, but messier. (They'd given out before she had.) Christine felt she was a fucking machine. And then she met Bree Sommers.

Bree Sommers was in the spa one day for a manicure-pedicure. The former was already accomplished, and Christine was the one assigned to do the pedicure. As Christine massaged Bree's feet, Bree was lost in thought. She was thinking, of course, of another turn. It had been over a month now (which was a long time by her standards). She wondered whether it should be another MILF, or someone closer to her own age. She specialized in MILFs, of course, but on occasion she liked turning a younger girl. They were easier to turn, and while she loved the challenge of conquering a new MILF, sometimes an almost sure thing was a nice pick me up. And younger girls were often up for most anything.

As Christine gently worked over her client's feet and toes, she happened to glance up. She was only slightly shocked to see that the girl was wearing no panties under her tight short skirt. Christine knew most girls her age were pretty relaxed about such things. She need only look to herself as an example. She frequently went without panties herself.

Looking closer she saw her client was shaven, again like herself, and even seemed to be wet. She took a quick look to see that her client's eyes were shut, and that she even seemed a bit distracted. She wondered what the girl could be thinking about to be so aroused. Surely not just from the foot massage. Either way it got Christine to thinking.

For all her sucking and fucking, Christine had never been with a girl before. Not that she was opposed to the idea. She had often thought of it before. She had tasted herself and wondered how other girls might taste. She wondered how it might feel to have another girl touch her. She had long since decided she would be happy to ride a girl's face or have her own ridden if the opportunity presented itself; it just never had. Now she wondered whether this girl whose wet twat was only a couple of feet from her face was into girls. She knew that many, if not most, girls nowadays were bi and unashamed... apparently being straight was so prior decade.

Bree, rousing from her thought process, opened her eyes, but just a crack. She hadn't really come up with a definite target, and it was annoying her. Sure, she had a number of lezzie sluts she could call on to pleasure her. While the number did not come close to rivaling her mother's stable (Bree herself was one of her mother Carrie's pussy pleasing submissive sluts), she didn't have nearly the years of experience Carrie did, but even so her total was close to twenty, so she wasn't doing too shabbily. But Bree was longing for a new turn, a fresh new tongue. Her mother had warned her early in her training not to be greedy... 'less is more' she often said, and she also advised that Bree needed to learn to control her impulses. But... the desire to turn a straight girl/woman could be overwhelming. It was addictive.

But her mother stressed that if you controlled it, then when the conquest happened, it was that much sweeter, and the new pet more loyal. It wasn't a question of morality, but one of focus and effectiveness. If you couldn't control and limit your own impulses, you began a downward spiral, essentially becoming a lezzie slut, and usually becoming a full time pet yourself. That made no sense to Bree, but her mother/mistress/instructor was likely right. She usually was, and the sexual results she achieved proved it. But the impatience of youth made it hard sometimes. And over a month, more like six weeks, was beginning to seem like an eternity. She happened to glance down secretly at the young Vietnamese girl giving her the pedicure and smiled.

Bree hadn't even noticed that lost in her thoughts, her cunt had become moist. She was thinking of her sorority president with her nice nimble tongue. The very night she had turned Riley Mathews the cop, who was now an intimate member (and yes, I do mean it that way) of Governor Greene's personal security detail, her mother, an emeritus legend herself in the Chi Eta Pi house, had turned out Bree's bitch of a house president... oh, the memories. Bree had always regretted that night, disappointed she hadn't planned that herself. She'd wanted to shut the bitch up with a mouthful of pie, her pie. But her mother doing it was almost as good. Bree's mother, and her mother before her, were almost mythical goddesses in that house. And after Bitsy's submission (really, Bitsy? With a name like that she was begging to be turned), Bree never let her forget who she was, and frequently used the coed's mouth for pleasure. She had done so just this morning in fact.

Now that memory, along with her longing for a new tongue, had gotten her horny and damp. And the pretty Asian, already conveniently kneeling at her feet, based on the redness of her cheeks had already noticed Bree's dampness... also based on the fact she was staring at her box.

Bree decided to test the waters, even though she was confident she'd found her next cunt muncher. "So... like what you see?"

Christine looked up and asked, slightly embarrassed to be caught because she was supposed to be detached and professional, "Ma'am, whatever do you mean?"

Bree, horny and confident, and deciding she wanted a new tongue lapping her cunt, said bluntly, "I couldn't help but notice, Miss, that you've been staring at my wet snatch."

Christine was surprised by the bluntness, but seeing an opportunity to explore some girl on girl action, she answered nonchalantly, "Perhaps I was."

Bree sternly said, "It's simple a yes or no question."

Christine was not put off by such an authoritarian response... truthfully she loved when a man took charge and just used her as his personal fuck slut... and now she was envisioning being used as a personal cunt licker. She decided to be blunt herself and answered, "Yes, I was. I'm curious why you're so wet."

Bree answered honestly, one of her better traits (usually), "I was thinking of another slut who slurps my slit regularly." Bree then shifted her seat and spread her legs slightly wider to look directly down at the Vietnamese girl and signal her intentions clearly, "although I am always looking for another girl who would like to eat some peach pie."

Christine, who could feel her own cunt dampening from the promising conversation, decided to try and sound both sexy and eager, "Well I see a split peach not far away and I love fruit. I haven't ever sampled such a pie before, but I love exploring new desserts."

Bree's snatch grew wetter by the second. This girl hadn't munched cunt before, but she was looking forward to her first taste. What utter luck. A new tongue and she didn't even have to work for it... and Bree knew from experience that when a virgin cunt muncher's first cunt was hers... she was hers for life.

Since the girl was already in the correct submissive position, Bree was about to order her to get licking, when she was surprised to see her rise briskly and head for the exit. Bree was shocked! Sometimes cunt virgins played hard to get, but Bree had read this as a slam-lick type of seduction and was surprised she might have read it wrong. One thing Bree was excellent at was seeing through the often conservative exterior of a woman and detecting their true salacious core underneath the façade of respectability. This setback, of course, didn't end the seduction, it just meant that she would have to work a bit more at making this cute Vietnamese woman her slut.

That brief moment of insecurity disappeared as quickly as it had arrived when Bree saw that the Vietnamese girl was just locking the door.

Bree climbed out of the pedicure foot basin, walked to a chair, uncaring that she was leaving wet footprints across the plush carpet, and sat down and raised her skirt. Christine approached and faced her, dropped onto her knees, her head just inches from Bree's thighs, grinned saucily and said, "I'm Christine."

"I'm Bree," Bree responded, happy she'd originally read the situation right as usual and scolding herself for doubting her instincts.

Christine quickly added, showing her eagerness to explore another woman as well as a bit of sprightly independence, "No, right now you're not the cheese course. Right now... you're dessert."

Bree, not usually given to being shocked, gasped as without any further ceremony the girl placed her hands on Bree's knees, spread them apart, leaned forward and snaked her tongue through the wet folds of Bree's juicy peach slit. Christine's tongue was everywhere. It was obvious she hadn't done this before. But holy fuck was she an avid learner!

Christine licked, tongued, slurped, and sucked Bree's cunt as fast and as loudly as she could, eager to get the pretty girl off and to taste the full nectar of a woman's cum. She enjoyed the taste of male cum and if a woman's cum could taste as good as the wetness she was currently licking, she was about to have a new favourite taste.

Bree moaned as the tongue now started stabbing into her hole. There was no technique, no teasing, just a ravenous hunger.

Christine devoured her first pussy with an insatiable appetite, and she knew that this one would definitely not be her last. She didn't know if all twats tasted this good; in fact she doubted it. But she knew there had to be many that were tasty, and she intended to try as many as she could... to become a cunt connoisseur. She wrapped her hands around the back of Bree's butt, drawing as much pussy as she could into her mouth.

Bree twined her fingers in the girl's hair, pulling her closer, not wanting to let her go.

Backing off was the furthest thing from Christine's mind. She moved to Bree's clit. This was her first time as a carpet muncher, but she knew the power of a clit. As she popped the pearl into her mouth, she started sucking and nibbling on it.

Bree almost levitated to the ceiling at the sensation, impressed by the eagerness of the first timer. She was a natural! "Oh fuck yes, you little slut," Bree moaned as she slammed her mound into the new girl's mouth. "Oh yeah! Right there! Suck it, suck it, suck it!"

Christine obliged, enjoying what she was doing and the slutty way she was being treated. Not only did she decide immediately that she loved the taste of pussy, but much like it was when she had a cock in her mouth, she was the one who controlled the pleasure. Going for the orgasmic kill, she bit down on the clit and sucked it hard between her lips.

Bree erupted! She tightened her fists in the girl's hair, and ground her cunt on the girl's face.

Christine was close to getting off herself, just on the knowledge that she'd caused the other girl to orgasm.

As Bree pulled Christine's face into her spasming twat, Christine gripped Bree's ass tightly, trying to ride out the orgasm with her. She kept the clit firmly between her teeth, even as she moved her lips back and forth like a dog with a bone. "Oh fuuuuuck," Bree moaned as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her abs and cunt were twitching with aftershocks.

Christine was proud of what she'd just done, but she had grown aroused herself at the delicious consequences of this new experience, and wanted her own release. She quickly lifted up her skirt, happy she had also gone commando today, and moved up Bree's body. As she kissed her, Bree kissed back, always turned on by the flavour of her own pussy.

Bree balked though, as Christine stood and gently placed her hand on the back of Bree's head, slowly but firmly trying to draw Bree's mouth to her own needy pussy.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Bree objected, aghast at being treated like a pet. Actually in the heat of the moment, she had considered licking the juicy peach in front of her, but her domme persona took charge and she pulled away, knowing that she had to resist this luscious prize until she had established the proper hierarchy of sub and domme.

"I thought you would want to return the favour," Christine replied lustily, surprised to feel herself pushed away. "I gave you a good cum, and now I thought you would give me one. At least it sure seemed like you had a good cum. Didn't you?"

"Oh very much so," Bree nodded.

Christine smiled at the fact she was right.

"If that was your first time, you, my dear, are a natural. But sadly for you, I don't eat pussy," Bree explained. She decided the new pet, of course she would be a pet, didn't need to know that in reality she did eat her mother's pussy, plus a few other select twats (who would remain nameless except that one of them was a governor) that her mother loaned her out to, though those were rare occurrences.

"You don't?" Christine asked, confused and still horny.

"I'm a Mistress," Bree explained. "Mistresses don't eat cunt, although they do have other ways to train a pet."

"A pet?" Christine asked, "train?" trying to wrap her head around what this girl, who was after all no more than somewhere around her own age, was saying.

"Yes, my pet," Bree purred. "My submissive, cunt munching, plaything."

"Ohhhhh!" Christine nodded, suddenly understanding what Bree was saying.... Having enjoyed being a complete submissive slut for quite a few guys.

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