Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor

Only a few seconds later, Bree walked back in and came over to me. I trembled with fear and anticipation. She explained, "I left you a little something on your daughter's bed. Well, two things, if you include my delicious pussy juice. I expect you to keep it warm for me inside yourself until I come to retrieve it. If you disobey, someone will be punished."

"Bree, I..."

"No talking," Bree ordered, "You will be mine. You will be between my legs, lapping my shaved cunt; you will crawl on your knees and beg for me to fuck you with my strap-on cock. You will be my sex slave. You can't resist me. Your body gives you away. We can do it the easy way or the hard way, it's your choice." Again with her knack for sudden surprises, she took me in a passionate lip-locking, tongue-weaving kiss that had me reeling in emptiness when it was broken. She then simply turned and walked out.

I waited a couple minutes to be sure she was gone. Too curious to hesitate further, I entered my daughter's bedroom. There, upon her bed, was a plastic sphere. For a moment I considered its purpose. Surely something like that could have no sexual one. Surely it wasn't meant for a vagina, and mine at that? As I pondered, I heard the front door slamming shut. My husband was home. Not just home, as it turned out, but home joyous.

It took only enough time for him to explain his joy, which was his victory in some law case, before he was coming in my vagina. His celebration was a quickie with his wife. Typically, his was the only orgasm.

The rest of the night was uneventful as I worried about my daughter but had no idea what do to about it. Should I tell my husband? How would he react? Should I walk next door and talk to Carrie? What would she say? How could I even explain what her daughter was doing to me and my daughter?

For the second night in a row, I masturbated myself before going to bed. Embarrassment and feelings of shame swept through me five minutes after I came. I had to stop all of this before it got even further out of hand... but how?

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DAY 3: TUESDAY

I woke up the next morning and for a few moments I really believed it was all just a dream. But the strange ball in my underwear drawer reminded me it was indeed not a dream. I got ready for work, dreading to see my daughter or Bree there. I'm the librarian at the high school, and although I seldom saw either of them during my working day, I was certainly worried about it now.

I put the ball in my purse and headed into work. The morning was uneventful until Bree and her English class came into the library the first period after lunch. I was a nervous wreck. I saw her looking my way a couple of times, but her expression gave nothing away. Late in the class, Bree walked over with a book and handed me her library card. She smiled and accused, "You're not keeping my little toy warm, are you." It wasn't a question, she just knew.

"Not here at school," I whispered.

Bree gave me a sad look and said, "You've greatly disappointed me." She then walked away. I can't explain why, but I felt guilty and ashamed that she was disappointed in me. The rest of the school day was uneventful, but I was a basket case. I knew I had to confront Bree and finish this.

When I arrived home, no one was there. I called Katherine on her cell. Bree answered it. "Hi Mrs. Winston, your daughter can't come to the phone right now. She's eating my cunt. Please leave a message at the moan."

I listened to her over-the-top exaggerated moans, completely frustrated. I wanted to say something, and although fishlike, my mouth opened and closed with the intent, no coherent words emerged from my brain to lend meaning to my flapping lips. Instead, I just hung up.

An hour later Katherine came home, looked at me and broke down in tears. I pulled her into my arms and held her close. When she finally stopped crying, she stuttered, ""Mommy, can you take the plug out of my ass?"

"I beg your pardon, Katherine?" I asked.

"Bree put a plug in my ass as a punishment for your disobeying her. Then she told me that only you could take it out."

Baffled, I stared at her, trying to process what she'd just said. Once I finally comprehended the meaning of her words and I realized my daughter's predicament, I compassionately asked her to lift her skirt. Her panties missing, I immediately saw the black plug in her ass. I ever so slowly and gently removed it, hearing her gasp as I did so.

Recovering quickly, she indicated with the palm of her hand that she needed it. "I have to give it back to Bree," she told me calmly.

"Oh," I said bluntly. I was still bewildered, and managed to ask, "Katherine, how did this happen to you?"

"She's impossible to resist. I can't explain it. Girls and even women are obsessed with her. I can't explain it Mom, all I know is about a month ago we were doing homework together at her house one minute, and the next I was between her legs begging to be her servant. One lick and I..." she began. We were interrupted when my husband walked into the house. She hid the black plug in her hand and whispered, "Don't disobey her anymore, Mommy. Please!!" She then dropped the plastic toy into her school bag and went and went to give her dad a big hug, back to the role of the innocent daddy's girl she always portrayed.

The evening went by as normal; we watched some TV, talked, etc. That night I surprised my husband by going down on him, sucking his cock to one of his best-ever erections, which I took advantage of by riding it enthusiastically, a change from the missionary position we usually used. After he shot his load in me, I kept bouncing up and down until it shriveled inside me. If he wondered about my sudden sexual passion, he asked no questions. In fact, he just fell asleep.

I fell asleep still horny, and wondering how I could stop this train wreck... and wondering deliriously whether I even wanted to!

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DAY 4: WEDNESDAY

The next morning I wore a simple blouse, respectable skirt and pantyhose. When I arrived in my office Kim Waverly, the smartest girl in our school, a shy girl whose dad was the minister of our church, was waiting for me. She was wearing a very short skirt, totally unlike anything I'd ever seen her wear in the past, and a tight blouse with obviously no bra, that showcased her firm, small breasts and even her hard nipples.

I asked, "Kim, what can I do for you?"

She wouldn't look me in the eye and told me, clearly embarrassed, "Bree told me to insert this inside you and to explain that it must remain inside of you until she retrieves it." She then showed me a little black egg, slightly bigger than the orb I had yesterday refused.

"Kim," I gasped in utter shock. "What's come over you?"

Kim, with a wild look of fear in her eyes begged, "Please Mrs. Winston, please let me insert this into you so I don't get punished by Mistress Bree again."

"How does she punish you?"

Still not looking up at my eyes, she whispered, "Last time she made me suck off Walker Reynolds."

I gasped. Walker weighed 350 pounds and was the most hideous looking boy in the school. "You fellated Walker?"

"Yes," she explained, "Bree made me swallow his cum to punish me for not wearing the attire she told me to wear to school."

"Honey, I can protect you," I said, although I was far from convinced that I could.

Kim sighed, looking at me for the first time, "Please don't even try, Mrs. Winston, I don't want to be protected. I love being owned by Bree. She understands me and my needs. I just don't want to be punished." She moved closer and continued with a surprising new confidence and determination, "Pull down your pantyhose, please."

I tried to deal with yet another odd revelation when Kim added, with a mixture of fear and power, "Now, Mrs. Winston. Right now! Bree's decided she wants you, and Bree always gets what she wants." The stressing of the word always had me wondering.

Deciding that the easiest way not to make this a bigger ordeal than it was already becoming, I went to a corner of my office that couldn't be seen through the window in the door, sighed, and pulled my pantyhose down just below my crotch. Kim turned on the vibrating egg and slipped it into my pussy. "Thank you, Mrs. Winston." She then quickly exited my office.

As I watched her leave, I was completely stunned. Even after everything Bree had done recently, this was beyond my comprehension. The egg inside me kept me off focus all day, its presence and vibrations gently pleasing me, yet also gently teasing me by never bringing me to climax.

At lunch Kim returned and told me Bree's latest threat, "I almost forgot. You're not allowed to have an orgasm until Bree gives you one. If you do, both you and I will be punished. Bree told me if I fail her again, she's going to let Walker take me in the bum. So please obey."

"Kim, how did you get involved in this?"

She spoke nervously, but not with the sense of shame I assumed she would, "Um... well... I was tutoring Bree in math one day and she said she knew how to release some of my stress. I asked how. Then she kissed me. Then she ate me out. Then she demanded I go down on her. I obeyed. I was hooked instantly. She then took my virginity with a strap-on and demanded that I become her slave. I jumped at the chance."

"But you're so smart," I said, perplexed.

"So?"

"So doesn't it seem weird to be treated like some little slut?"

"This coming from the teacher with an egg in her cunt," she replied with a generous dose of sarcasm.

"Touché," I whispered, clearly expressing my shame.

Kim smiled, "Don't worry. Soon you'll be her willing slut too. Then you'll understand completely where I'm coming from."

I started, "Kim I won't become her..."

But Kim cut me off, continuing, "Ma'am, you just let a teenage student insert a vibrating ball in your pussy, but you still think you can resist her. Carol Rowe thought the same thing." She gazed at me defiantly, awaiting my reaction.

Carol Rowe was our school president and the daughter of our mayor, a girl so fake she pretended to like everyone, but was nasty as hell behind their backs. The things I heard her say to her friends in the library were spiteful and insensitive. My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Carol Rowe?"

"Yep! By the way," she asked, acting superior to me in her tone and attitude, such a contrast to the Kim I thought I knew, "if you think I'm such a slut, how do you allow your own daughter to be such a pussy pleasing dyke?" Before I could respond, she simply turned and walked away. Just as she was about to leave my small office, she turned back to me, now finally looking me straight in the eye, "I can't wait, Mrs. Winston, until you're on your knees begging Bree to be her slave." I honestly couldn't tell whether this last statement was vindictive, or that she saw my begging Bree like that as a good thing and was wishing me well.

The remainder of the day passed normally; well, as normally as a day can go when you have an egg vibrating inside you and all this new information spinning around in your head. When the final bell of the day rang, I urgently wanted to go home and bring myself to an orgasm, but I didn't. My fear of being punished, or of having my daughter or Kim punished, prevented me from letting my sexual tension explode. I went home and waited, desperately trying to figure out a way to end this before it got any worse.

I assumed Bree would come over at some point to retrieve her toy.

But she didn't.

Supper came and went.

At 7:30 I was distraught. If I didn't cum soon, I really felt I would explode. All rational thought was gone as the soft vibrating sensations inside me were driving me crazy. I also worried what I would do if my husband decided he wanted some nookie. At quarter to eight, Bree and Katherine came into the house, this being the first time I'd seen Katherine all day. She gave me a hug and said, "I really, really have to pee."

She ran up the stairs and Bree asked, "So, how are you?"

"Please take the egg out," I pleaded.

"Have you cum yet?"

"No."

"Good slut," Bree said and matter-of-factly added, "You may cum now."

The toy in me, as I've mentioned already, had me mentally in a total mess, and right there in front of her I lifted up my skirt and rubbed myself to an orgasm in only a few seconds, letting out a rather loud scream.

Katherine came quickly downstairs calling, "Mom, are you ok?" She then saw my red face, my hand on my pussy and whispered, "Oh."

Bree related, "Katherine, your mommy obeyed me today. Can you please retrieve her egg for me?"

Katherine breathed a sigh of relief, finished coming down the stairs and sheepishly moved towards me, her mother.

I was about to speak, but Bree said, "Don't question me, slut. You're finally getting into my good graces. Don't ruin it for yourself."

I sighed as my daughter came to me and quickly though awkwardly retrieved the egg from my soaking wet pussy. I was humiliated. Bree then requested, "Katherine, can you please clean it for me?" As Katherine began carrying it towards the kitchen, Bree clarified, "with your mouth."

Katherine hesitated, but brought the egg to her lips and began cleaning my juices from it. I should have said something, but still horny and very intimidated by Bree, I watched the obscene, almost incestuous act with erotic depravity.

Bree opened her hand, Katherine put the egg into it, and Bree said, "Thank you, Katherine."

As I lowered my skirt, suddenly realizing I hadn't done so yet, I pleaded, "Bree, is there some way we can move past this?"

"Move past what?" Bree asked.

Frustrated, I said, "This, this..." I realized I couldn't even begin to explain what this was.

Bree smiled and said, "You mean you hope I'll stop using your daughter as a fuck toy? And stop turning you into my submissive slave?"

"Yes," I responded, exasperated.

"Um, no, actually," Bree answered without any explanation. "Mrs. Winston, I don't ever lose a contest, and you are my current contest. Tomorrow another of my little whores will have something for you. Don't disobey her instructions, or your daughter and you will both be punished."

"Please Bree, I'll do anything for you to stop this."

Bree laughed, "Oh don't worry. Very soon you'll be doing anything I ask, anyway." As she left, my daughter following, she said, "I think Katherine will stay at my house until you're ready. She'll return home only after you've come to my house and committed yourself to being the lesbian slut you so badly want to be."

"Katherine, don't go with her," I demanded weakly.

She turned back to look at me, but said only, "Sorry mom, I have to go."

Bree grabbed Katherine by the hand and they left. I stood there stunned, dazed, defeated and fucking horny. I dashed upstairs, grabbed my nearest vibrator, lifted my skirt with urgency, and crammed the phallic object up my pussy. I feverishly fucked myself to multiple orgasms, all the while envisioning my submission. Was there any way to stop it? Did I even want to stop it? My mind said one thing, my pussy the opposite.

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DAY 5: THURSDAY

Trepidation overwhelmed me as I prepared for what I expected would be another day of sexual humiliation. I thought about calling in sick, but I worried that my daughter could be punished if I did that. I still kept wondering how to stop this trial. And besides, if I tried reporting it, who would believe me? Besides, Bree had broken no law as far as I could see. I got dressed in a long blue dress, beige pantyhose and my usual two-inch heels. I arrived at school and was pleasantly surprised to find nobody in my office. By ten o'clock I began to relax a little, thinking that maybe Bree was just bluffing.

That was not the case, however. At around ten thirty, Carol Rowe, our school president, came into the library. Abruptly, she crossed the room and handed me a plastic bag. I looked inside and saw it contained an unsealed package of thigh-high stockings. "I assume you're wearing full pantyhose?" Carol asked rather accusingly. As I nodded in the affirmative, she added, "Well, Bree wants you to wear proper stockings. And she wants me to dress you in them."

Looking around the library and seeing how full it was, I communicated to Carol with a gesture that such a task was impossible. Quickly, she responded, "Look, Mrs. Winston. I don't have all day here. I left my chemistry class to fulfill my instructions from Bree. So figure something out quickly. Neither of us needs the added concern of Mr. Collins sending someone to find me."

As I wondered just how many girls Bree had under her thumb, I resigned myself to complying with this order too, if only to help Carol out. It did seem lately that protecting someone from Bree was my motivation for doing a lot of things. I quickly beckoned for her to follow me into the storage room, where we could hide behind some stacks of boxes. More work, I somehow managed to complain to myself, seeing them resting there untouched and unfiled.

Back to the task at hand, I began to remove my pantyhose. "Stop, bitch!" Carol exclaimed in a loud whisper. "I'm supposed to do that."

"Carol, mind your language."

Ignoring my plea for civility, she cackled, her face inches from mine, "Mrs. Winston, you're just another whore. Soon you'll be eating cunt daily, pleasing girl after girl, probably including me. Now stand the fuck still."

Stunned by her prediction, I just stood there as she flipped up my dress and removed my pantyhose. For someone who'd been urging me to hurry, Carol certainly completed her chore more slowly than I would have expected. She seemed to make a show of carefully unwrapping the package, then slowly gliding the first stocking up my leg, and lingering with her head close to my pussy. Did she just take a whiff of my scent? I wondered. And why am I so aroused? As she finished draping the second stocking up my other leg, again her face lingered near my damp pussy. I had to brace myself against the counter when her mouth and even the tip of her tongue gently touched my underwear-covered pussy. "My, my, my, Mrs. Winston, you smell delicious." Standing up to look at me eye to eye, she asked, "tell me, why are you so wet?"

I said nothing, because what can one reply to such a question at such a time? Her hand went to my panties and she rubbed my pussy through them while she whispered in my ear, "You're a little dyke whore just like your daughter, aren't you?" When I didn't respond, she laughed, her hand reaching down into my panties, followed by a finger easily sliding inside my drenched cunt, "Beg me to let you cum, you fucking slut."

Too far gone to control my emotions or anything else, I begged, "Please Carol yes, get me off."

As soon as I said it, she picked up the pace, pumping her finger in and out of my hole furiously. I closed my eyes as Carol frantically finger-fucked me until I came. When I opened my eyes, I saw her iPhone and her lascivious smile. She delightedly turned the phone around to reveal the picture she'd taken of me while I was in the throes of orgasmic bliss. Would everyone who saw this recognize me? Probably not, but it was still humiliating.

Carol still had that smile on her face as she said, "Fuck, you really are a horny little bitch. Aren't you, Mrs. Winston?"

I remained silent as I recovered from my orgasm.

She shook her head, looked at me condescendingly, gave a soft chuckle, and she left the storage room, sucking on her finger.

I spent a couple minutes recovering before I returned to the library and to work. Just as lunch was about to start, Carol returned to the library with swift strides and demanded, "Back room. Now."