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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse

Summary: MILF is drawn into shocking world of incestuous lesbianism.

Note: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, Wayne and tenzin_p for editing.

Note 2: Thanks to Jedd for helping get this long delayed chapter written and adding the twist that comes near the end.

Note 3: 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: 30th bday (late summer, last weekend before going to college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her 1st 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 1st year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of 3rd year of college)

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

My name is Bree. I am a Lesbian MILF Seductress. You may have already read a few of my seduction tales. Girls have always been eager to crawl between my legs and have a taste of my sweet nectar. In high school, I learned of this gift and had fellow classmates, friends, teachers and my best friend's Mother submit as my personal pussy pleasers. In college so far, I have had sorority girls, my dorm Mother and others beg for the privilege of being between my legs. One day, I was in the hospital having some tests done when an opportunity presented itself to me... as it often does. This seduction occurred a year after the seduction of my first MILF: Nadine, but after a few more MILF seductions.

I hadn't seen the naughty nurse for a couple years when I bumped into her while shopping last week. She was with her two daughters and as soon as she saw me her face went flush. I sauntered over to her and greeted, "Hi, Miranda."

"Hi, Bree," she replied, nervously.

I continued, "Long time, no see."

We chatted briefly as her two college-aged girls watched, wondering how I knew her. I hugged her, sliding my card in her jacket pocket, and whispered, "Call me tonight, understood?"

She nodded in understanding and we went our separate ways. After reconnecting with her face buried in my pussy, and a surprising plot twist even I wasn't expecting, I ordered her to write how she became my MILF slut in the first place.

Without further ado, her story...

I can truthfully say that other than a couple truth or dare kisses in high school, and one really drunk moment at a sorority party in college, I had never done anything sexual with a woman. Each of those times it was just kissing which was nice and pleasant and semi-erotic, but it didn't make me question my sexuality...I liked men!

I married a wonderful man, raised two great kids and had a job I usually loved as a nurse. I mean, let's be honest...there are days where I wonder why I chose to be a nurse, but I imagine all jobs are like that.

My kids are in college now and my husband works in oil and is often gone a lot...so I often pick up extra shifts to keep busy...empty nest syndrome hit me like a bitch...I am 46 and alone many nights. I like to think it was loneliness that led to the predicament I am currently in. I should also note that although I still loved my husband, our sex life had fizzled over the years and I craved that feeling of raw sexual hunger I used to have. Maybe it was menopause, maybe it was just a rekindling of my sex drive, but either way the past six months I had attempted to initiate, often unsuccessfully, more sex with my husband. I had also purchased a couple new toys and had even attempted a little solo butt play to fulfill my blooming sex drive.

All this background hopefully will explain my state of mind and ultimately my utter weakness, which led to me submitting to a nineteen year old in the hospital where I work.

It was a day like every other work day: long, busy and chaotic. Thankfully, I only had an hour left in my shift. In room 734 was a young bitchy girl, Bree, who was having a variety of tests done in an attempt to figure out why she had been having constant dizzy spells in the past while.

She was a very pretty girl, but rather demanding. That said, it was nothing really out of the ordinary... at first. She had a couple visitors including her mom and by curfew there was only one friend left.

It was when I went to send the friend home for quiet time that things began to unravel. I was just about to walk in and ask her friend to leave when I heard moans, moans that were clearly sexual in nature. I paused and listened.

I listened to the moans for a brief time as I tried to decide how to deal with this odd situation. I had on a couple occasions caught a guy and girl having sex in a room, but never two girls. I was both completely shocked and surprisingly aroused by the thought of seeing two girls in the throes of passion.

Suddenly, I clearly heard the patient's voice, "That's it, slut. Suck my clit."

I stood paralyzed, unable to believe my ears. The lesbian act in the room was shocking, but the dirty talk was appalling. How could anyone talk to another woman with such vulgarity? Why would a woman, even a dumb coed, allow herself to be treated in such a way?

I attempted to move but my feet felt like they were molded in cement. As my head spun with how to deal with this absurd scenario, I heard the patient's voice, "I'm getting close slut, don't you dare fucking slow down."

I was aghast at her language and decided I must stop this right now, other patients, guests or, even worse, a supervisor could hear. I walked into the room to the image of the patient with her legs spread open and her brunette friend between her legs clearly performing oral sex. I demanded firmly, "Stop this instant."

The brunette attempted to move her head, but the patient grabbed her head and held it between her thighs.

The patient moaned, ignoring me, "I am almost there, slut, keep licking my cunt."

The patient said all this with her eyes boring into mine. I stared back in stunned silence, shocked at the scene and her lack of propriety. I ignored the confusing tingle down below, as I witnessed the sexual act, and as the patient's moans increased, I insisted again, "This must stop now."

The patient glared at me through a moan and said in a very authoritative tone, "Unless you plan to replace her, just stand there, watch and be quiet."

She began moving her hips up and down and a few seconds later moaned, "I'm coming slut, suck all your Mistress's juices."

The brunette moved her head up and down eagerly, apparently attempting to obey the absurd demand.

All the while I watched the perverse act, unable to take my eyes off it...kind of like driving by a car accident, you don't want to look, but you always do.

The patient finally spoke, looking directly at me as she let the brunette's head go, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"What?" I asked.

The brunette stood up and turned to look at me, not remotely ashamed at what she had just been caught doing, her face shiny with her friend's juices.

The patient asked, as if she were asking about the weather, "Did you enjoy watching my slut here licking my cunt?"

"No," I replied adamantly, "I am shocked and appalled by your actions."

She chuckled, "Really? I think you got off on it."

"I did not and I will not have you speak to me that way," I replied, angry at her blunt accusation.

Still smiling, she continued, "I bet if my slut here crawled over to you and checked your panties they would be wet, wouldn't they?"

Suddenly noticing she was right and my panties were very damp, my face blushed, the shame of my wetness and guilt on display. I stammered, suddenly no longer in control, "T-t-this is ludicrous."

Her smile broadening, she offered, "If you need to get off, I can have my slut here eat your cunt."

"I have had enough of this, I am going to talk to my supervisor."

As I began to leave, she demanded, her tone dominant, "Stop."

For some unknown reason, I did.

"Let's make this clear," she began, standing up and walking over to me. "You are not going to go to your supervisor. You are going to beg for permission to eat my pussy."

"W-w-what?" I stammered flabbergasted, even though I heard her clearly. I don't know why I didn't walk out, yet I watched her walk directly in front of me as if I was a deer in the headlights.

Her hand went under my skirt and to my wet panties. Her smile got even wider as she smugly said, "You are soaked right through your panties."

I finally attempted to move away, but she reached behind and grabbed my ass firmly, restraining me.

She asked, "Why are you so wet, nurse?"

I attempted to stay strong and dignified, ignoring the true accusation, "Let me go."

Ignoring my words, and with no real resistance from me, she somehow moved her finger inside my panties and in one swift movement inside my wet vagina. I let out a reactive moan, as she pumped my often ignored pussy with her finger. My resolute determination withered as the pleasure sensation filled me. The dominant patient questioned, "Are you still going to your boss?"

I didn't respond, my head a muddled mess of lust, humiliation and anger all colliding into one, each attempting to be the dominant emotion.

Suddenly she pulled her finger out and placed it in her mouth. "Mmmmm, not bad for someone your age." She let me go and walked back to her bed, her brunette friend still silently watching the whole exchange.

Still frozen, my vagina leaking slightly, and begging for more, I attempted to collect myself.

The patient, back on her bed, smiled and said, "Tomorrow I expect you to not have panties on and I expect you to be ready to submit to me as my MILF pet. I know, and you know, you not only want to, but need to."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, offended yet again by her blunt assessment of me.

"I think I was pretty clear. I could see it in your eyes. As soon as my finger slid inside your wet pussy and you didn't stop me you were mine and would have done anything I said. But I don't want to take you like that. I want you to come to me and submit to me of your own free will."

"I will never," I began.

She cut me off, "Never say never. I am seldom wrong about these things. I can recognize a want to be lesbian craving for a Mistress like no other and you, my pretty slut, definitely are in desperate need of a Mistress... even if you don't know it yet."

Before the situation could get any worse, I turned and walked out of the room. Back at my desk, I sat down and tried to collect myself. A couple of minutes later, the pretty brunette was at my desk and said, "Ma'am, don't resist her. She is irresistible and doesn't take no for an answer."

I shook my head no and replied, "I could never."

The brunette, her tone and expression serious, "Oh, I have seen many straight girls drop to their knees to serve Mistress and you will, too."

"I won't," I defiantly replied.

She put her finger to my lips, the scent powerful and enticing, "I was ordered by Mistress Bree that I could not leave until you had cleaned my finger of her cum."

I shook my head no.

She pleaded, "You have to, ma'am. If I don't fulfill a task she has demanded I do, she will punish me."

"How?" I curiously asked.

"Who knows? She does not accept disobedience. I have never disobeyed before, but I know others who have and they have had to ass-fuck some greasy fat guy at school last year."

"Oh my," I said suddenly concerned for this cute brunette. Curiosity building inside of me of this patient's power, I asked, "Why do you submit to her?"

She shrugged, "Well, her pussy is the most addicting taste in the world and I get great pleasure from pleasing her. Also, we are very good friends and I have always done what she expects of me."

I questioned, "But that isn't healthy."

She smiled finally, "I disagree. In every relationship there is a leader and a follower. Bree is a natural leader and I am a natural follower."

"But I am not a follower."

The brunette replied, "I don't know you well enough to judge, but I do know that you were under her spell, just like many others have been, when you were in her room."

I defended my actions, "I was just so taken aback by what I saw, I didn't know how to react."

"But you didn't stop us or her," she countered.

"I tried to," I argued.

"With weak words and even weaker attempts to break her grip. The reality is you were pulled into her alluring aura and didn't truly want to break free. Oh sure, you thought you did, but your body, which is what rules you in the end, was eagerly willing to submit unconditionally to Mistress Bree."

I didn't respond as I tried to argue her assessment when she finished, "Let me ask you this, ma'am. If she would have kept fingering you, would you have let her get you off?"

"I don't know," I mindlessly replied, unsure myself even though the answer should have been obvious. There was something captivating about her even though I had no idea what.

"You do know," the brunette replied, as she pushed her finger in my mouth. "Just a sample," she purred, pulling it out as fast as she put it in, "directly from the source is so much better. The brunette winked and walked away as I stared in bewildered awe, the taste of the patient's pussy ever-so-subtly in my mouth.

She was right. I did know, but there was no way I was admitting that to some stranger.

Luckily, my shift ended soon after and I went home.

That night, no matter how much I tried (and trust me I tried), I could not get the words of the two young girls out of my head. My vagina begged for attention and I desperately tried to refuse the desire to pleasure myself. My mind continued to play tricks on me as I imagined being between her legs just like her brunette friend was, even though I had never even considered pleasing a woman in such a way. I imagined her calling me names and me getting off on it, something else that I had never ever considered remotely sexually stimulating; if my husband called me a slut I would cut off his nuts and have them on the barbeque for supper. I imagined her fingering me until I begged to have my much needed orgasm. My body taking over, just like the brunette said it would, I grabbed a vibrator, fell onto my bed and fucked myself to an intense orgasm, the fantasy of becoming my patient's pet playing in my head.

The next morning, I tried to get someone to take my shift. Thinking straight now, I knew it was best if I didn't see her. But, no one was available and I was way too responsible to just phone in sick and leave my fellow nurses shorthanded.

I arrived at work, with panties on, and did my shift as usual. I entered her room a couple of hours into my shift and an older woman was there visiting, which relaxed me slightly.

I checked her charts and she asked, "Have you considered my proposition?"

I was slightly surprised by the question, the older woman being right there, but realized the question was generic and didn't reveal anything.

I answered honestly, "I spent a lot of time considering it and regretfully I must decline."

"Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised by my answer.

"Yes," I responded, confidently.

"A pity," she replied, "my cunt really needs some attention today."

I gasped, her forward statement being made in front of another woman, an older woman.

"Don't worry, nurse slut," she said to me, "She too is a slut of mine. Actually, she is the mother of the slut you watched eat my cunt last night."

I looked at the older woman, who seemed embarrassed by the declaration but didn't deny it.

Bree continued, with the most humiliating introductions ever, "Slut Nadine, Slut Nurse, Slut Nurse, Slut Nadine."

The older woman said, sounding as casual as could be, "Nice to meet you."

I replied, out of politeness, even as I burned with shame and anger, "Nice to meet you, too."

Bree asked, "So you are positive you don't want to submit to me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, you want to submit to me, or yes you don't want to submit to me," she asked, attempting to manipulate my answer.

"I don't want to submit to you," I confidently answered.

She shrugged, "If you say so. If you change your mind when your cunt gets all tingly inside, come back here and if you beg, like the lez slut you really are, I may let you have the privilege of being my newest MILF cunt-pleaser."

I walked out, my face red with anger and my pussy frustratingly wet. It was going to be a long shift.

An hour later, the older woman left Bree's room, her face shiny having clearly pleasured Bree like her daughter had last night. Part of me was repulsed, but another part of me felt curious. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I pushed it away and avoided her room as best I could. The next few hours flew by, like they often do, the one time I was in Bree's room she was chatting with her Mother. Bree gave me a slight smug smile, but didn't say anything.

I had been dealing with a couple crises in a row in maternity, and by the time I returned to my regular floor it was an hour past quiet time. I prayed that Bree had no past curfew visitors and decided to send in Maxine to make sure. I wasn't completely convinced I could resist the young woman if we were alone. My vagina had been tingling all day, even as I desperately tried to squelch the burning desire.

I went to the desk and Maxine wasn't there. I waited a few minutes before a disturbing thought popped into my head. I hoped I was wrong, but I went to Bree's room and as I feared I heard soft moans again. I peeked into the room and was stunned to see Maxine, my twenty-four year old just married colleague, in her white nurse uniform, between Bree's legs.

I should have immediately stopped the sexual debauchery, yet instead I watched, as my own pussy was begging for attention. Bree moaned, "That's it slut, lick my asshole."

I gasped, loud enough to reveal I was watching. Bree instantly chuckled and ordered, holding my colleague's head in place between her legs, "Get in here, now."

I sheepishly entered her room and Bree let go of Maxine's head and instructed, "Leave us alone, my pet. Make sure we are not interrupted."

Maxine replied, submissively, "Yes, ma'am."

Maxine walked past me, avoiding eye contact, closing the door behind me.

"Have a change of heart?" Bree asked, her legs still wide open, her completely shaved pussy staring at me.

"No, I came in here to stop this ridiculous game you are playing. This is a hospital, not a whorehouse," I answered, hiding the growing sexual temptation that was building inside me.

She smiled, smugly, and laughed, "Oh, how dignified of you. Yet, I know the truth."

"The truth?" I questioned.

"You have been thinking about me all day. Desperately trying not to, yet thinking about me none-the-less. You can't figure out why, just like Maxine couldn't."

"Maxine just got married," I mindlessly explained.

"Yes, she told me that just a few minutes before she began licking my asshole."

"How?" I asked.

Bree shrugged, "It's a gift, or a curse, depending on your point of view. I have a sixth sense or something, I just have the ability to tell when a straight woman is curious. Young girls like Maxine are easy, they just flock to me like moths to light. But older sluts like you...well...they can be a bit more of a challenge."
"Don't call me names," I demanded.

Bree continued, ignoring my request, "You see, I can read you so easily. You have a husband who ignores you, yet you are just reaching your sexual peak. You are desperate for attention, and right now you're wondering if you are so horny that you would submit to a nineteen year old stranger. Am I right?"

I stammered, her words dead on target, my resistance to her weakening, "I-I-I-don't-know."

"Right now you are fighting with yourself. Part of you is fighting with every bit of resistance you have left to turn around and walk out that door; while a bigger part of you, a part that is growing like wildfire, is demanding you to walk towards me, get between my legs and submit to me like the lez-whore you are."

Being called a whore was like a slap to the face, yet for some unknown reason it only made my panties wetter. I tried to reason with her, "I am not a whore, I have been faithful to my husband since we met."

"Yet, right now you are about to cheat on him," she confidently predicted.

I turned around to leave, when she threatened, "If you walk out of this room, the offer is officially done. I will have your chubby colleague back in here to please me. On the other hand, you can turn back around, walk over here like you know you want to, and beg to by my nurse slut."

I stood frozen, unable to walk out, but also unable to walk to her.

"Now!" she demanded, her tone startling me slightly.

This was the moment of truth. I should have walked out like any dignified professional would do, but instead felt my body almost moving on its own towards her.

Mindlessly I walked towards her.

"You understand, I could have taken you yesterday. You wanted to deep down, but you needed time to accept it."

"Yes," I replied, reaching her.

"You want to be my lez-slut, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, humiliation burning through every pore of my being.

"Are you ready to submit to me? To take your place as my newest pet? To be my cunt lapping nurse?" the teen questioned, pushing me to my limits.

"Yes," I again whispered, staring at her glistening cunt as if it was a Picasso.

"You realize, do you not, that if I allow you to taste me, you will be my unconditional pet?" Bree continued, not allowing me to bury my face in her beautiful wetness now that I had committed to doing so.

"Yes," I nodded shamefully.

"First, my nurse slut, the correct response is 'yes, Mistress'. You must be clear on who is in charge should we continue this...arrangement," Bree clarified, talking to me like she was the adult and I the child.

My face burned as shame cascaded through me, yet I whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

Bree, further taking control, said, "OK, you have that part down. Now you must speak clearly when I ask you a question. There must be no misunderstanding of anything I say. It is a part of your training to submit to whatever I may call on you to do. And humiliation is part of you learning your position. And rest assured that position will be between my legs lapping eagerly like the submissive slut you are. But more than that your position is under me, figuratively as well as literally. So now do you understand you will be my pet whenever I wish? You may still back away, though I truly doubt you will, and if you do I will never mention this again. It will be as if we never met. But once your tongue slips between my pussy lips, you are mine. So this is decision time. Will you submit or go your way?"

I fought the battle in my mind. I knew this was wrong with every fibre of my being. I am a married woman with two grown daughters of my own, just about this girl's age. Sure I had had a couple sexual encounters prior to meeting my husband, but since I started dating him, I had never desired another, much less actually cheated on him. I had never entertained sex with one of my patients, certainly not in the hospital room itself. No, there were a multitude of reasons why this was wrong. But I was staring at a glistening shaved pussy and I could only think of why it would be right.

Bree smiled, as if seeing my internal struggle, a smile that smugly told me she knew it was only a matter of time before she won.

I stared at her nether regions, which were still wet from where Maxine's tongue had only moments ago bathed Bree's cunt and asshole.

No longer in control of my mind, my body overriding common sense and professionalism, lust won out, "Yes, Mistress."

Bree explained in vivid detail her expectations to me, "You are mine then. You will lick my pussy and present yourself for me to fuck whenever I wish. You will pleasure not only myself but whomever I wish, however I wish, and whenever I wish. Do you remember Katherine, whom you first saw here? She is my slut as you know. But she is also my best friend, and my favorite slut. She is very obedient and very innovative, thus the reason for her being my favorite. She is my second in command. Count on pleasuring her. Unless there is a contradiction from me, you will obey her as you would me. Anyone else will be at my discretion or hers. Do you understand this and accept it?"

My head was spinning. The expectations kept changing, becoming more risky, more intrusive, yet the cunt in front of me, glistening like perfection, was beckoning me in. Although, I knew I should run, there was still time, my body craved submission, craved her pussy and at that moment of vulnerability and lust, I was willing to agree to anything.

After a moment, I again accepted the extreme terms of a nineteen year old, as I answered, "Yes, Mistress Bree."

"Very well my nurse whore, you may please me," the teen offered, as if giving me the ultimate gift and at the moment they were the sweetest words I had ever heard.

As I moved between her legs, crawling onto the bed, my head was still spinning. I never broke eye contact with her wet inviting pussy as I moved to it, extended my tongue and tasted my first pussy.

"That's it, my slut, lick my cunt," Bree moaned.

I had no idea what it would taste like, but was in awe of the honeyed taste that had me addicted instantly. The consistency of Bree's juices were slightly more watery than honey, yet heavenly nevertheless. I laughed inwardly at how, even though I was inebriated at being between this young vixen's thighs, my nurse mind was still evaluating things like the taste and consistency of her dripping juices.

There was no longer any denying though, I was craving to be a bitch for this...well, bitch. But the word had two different meanings for the two different places. I slid my tongue between Bree's cunt lips to find more pussy honey. Working my way into Bree's tight hole as I thrust my tongue in and out with insatiable hunger.

"Such a hungry nurse slut," Bree moaned.

And I was. I wanted all her honey, yet I wanted to savour it. I withdrew my tongue from her hole and gently sucked the left of her lips into my mouth and rolled it around inside my lips, then slowly moved to the other side to replicate the intimate action.

"Yes, pleasure every inch of your Mistress's box," the teen moaned.

I stared at Bree's clit, which hovered invitingly above her pussy opening and after a brief pause I moved my mouth upwards to pop that morsel inside. I rolled the hard little nub around in my mouth, eliciting a loud moan from Bree.

"Oh, yes," Bree whimpered.

Encouraged by my mistress's sounds, I slid two fingers inside her tight but slick channel and curled them upwards, searching for Bree's g-spot.

Bree gasped, "Oh fuck, you dirty little slut."

And then I found it and began tapping it.

Bree's legs twitched as she asked, "You must have licked twat before, nurse slut?"

I admitted, "Only once Mistress Bree, my first year of college. We were both quite drunk. She went down on me and then I did the same to her. But my own daughters are in college now, so that was many years ago."

"Well that will not happen here. I don't eat pussy. I have mine eaten," Bree clearly stated, which I was disappointed to hear, my cunt burning for attention.

After a moment, Bree managed to add, "But for a relative rookie, you have a natural lesbian touch."

I replied, feeling an odd sense of pride at the strange compliment, "I am a nurse, Mistress, and have had many years of anatomy."

"Oh, right, all the anatomy training. Well you must have excelled in your studies. Ahhhh," Bree moaned, her orgasm seemingly close.

"Thank you Mistress Bree," I responded, as I tapped on her g-spot like a drum.

"My asshole, lick my asshole. Your pudgy little co-worker really got me worked up with that," Bree demanded.

That repulsed me. I explained, hoping for mercy, "I've never done that Mistress."

"Well, you're about to put that training to use," Bree responded.

Reluctant, but too far gone to do anything but obey, I obediently snaked my tongue to her ass.

As I licked her rosebud, she demanded, "Fuck my asshole with your tongue, slut."

I tried, attempting to insert my tongue past Bree's tight sphincter. In the midst of her pleasure,

Bree startled me as I heard her press the button for help.

I froze.

"Keep licking, slut," Bree ordered. I obeyed with anxiety rushing through me.

Maxine asked, a moment later over the intercom, "How may I help you?"

"Is there anyone around your desk now, bitch?" Bree asked, knowing that even if there were, she would just be taken for another ungrateful patient.

"No, Mistress." Maureen answered, as I continued tonguing the teen's tight back door.

"Good, come to my door and wait for instructions," Bree instructed.

"Right away Mistress," Maxine replied, her voice sounding excited.

A moment later I heard the door open and felt mortified to know a fellow nurse was watching me between a patient's legs.

Bree scolded Maxine with a sharp tone, "What are you doing? I said come to the door, not enter. Now go outside and wait for instructions."

"Sorry Mistress," Maxine responded, her tone implying she was feeling guilty for her error.

"How many patients do you have besides me?" Bree asked before Maxine left.

"Five, Mistress."

"Are they high care?"

"No Mistress, all are here for minor surgery or pre-surgery," Maxine answered.

I almost scolded Maxine for violating patient privacy, but realized how asinine that would sound as I was fucking a patient's ass with my tongue.

Bree continued, "Are you expecting any visitors soon?"

"No one on the staff, Mistress. Patient visitors are restricted at this time of night."

"Go check on your patients. Make sure there is absolutely nothing you need to do for them for the next 15 minutes. Not even a drink of water. Then get back here. Do it quickly," Bree ordered, as I wondered what she had in mind.

"Yes, Mistress," Max replied and hurried off.

Meanwhile. I continued to piston my tongue past Bree's rectum entrance.

Bree explained, "I often take a long time to come the third time, but since I'm in a hospital and there are other patients, I will show my generosity, and make this relatively quick. Unless the patients are MILF's like yourself. Are they?"

"No, Mistress." I answered, most being much older, although there was a pretty teenager in the room next door, but I decided not to mention that.

"Pity," Bree said as Max re-entered, relatively quickly.

"You followed all your instructions?" Bree asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Maxine answered, sounding incredibly eager.

"Very good, pet. Come here," Bree ordered.

I heard Maxine walk to the bed as Bree asked, "Would you like to have your pussy eaten?"

"Yes, Mistress," Maxine replied as she lifted the hem of her dress and moved towards Bree's head.

I was watching in voyeuristic awe as best I could from my submissive, humiliating position.

"Not me, dumbass," Bree said through gritted teeth, clearly angry. "What part of Mistress don't you understand? I was about to reward you, though I almost want to pull that from you except this slut needs to be punished for denying her desire for me the past few days."

"Sorry Mistress," Maxine muttered with true remorse.

"Apology accepted. Now quickly, in case you two are needed. Slut Miranda, get up," Bree ordered

I did so, but was disappointed as my hunger to resume licking her sweet honey was taken away.

"Slut Max, back on your knees and get that tongue back in my ass," Bree ordered.

"Yes Mistress," Maxine said with such glee that she sounded like she was a high school cheerleader.

I watched with undeniable jealously as I worried that Bree was going to make me lick my co-worker.

And I was right.

Bree gave me further instructions, "Slut Miranda, on your back and crawl underneath slut Max." Bree ordered before adding. You had better bring her off quickly so you're not caught."

Although I had sensed it was coming, hearing the words hit me in the gut. I tried to reason. "But..."

Bree cut me off with a heavy sigh. "Are you as dense as this one? She is young and that is somewhat understandable. You, I expected more from. I said anyone, anyhow, anywhere. I am telling you to bring off slut Maxine here and now. It will happen. The only question remaining is if you want to get caught with your tongue deep in your junior nurse's box. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Bree," I reluctantly nodded, obeying like the submissive I was. I awkwardly slithered underneath Maxine, pulled her dress up and was surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties.

I leaned up and began licking her puffy pussy lips. The lips were smooth, but she had a patch of

brown fur on her mound, though it was trimmed, it wasn't as sexy as the bald quim of my

new mistress, and what appeared to be the baldness of Katherine as she finger-banged herself while getting Bree off. I wondered if that was something Bree wanted. The thoughts vanished though.

Realizing I had been in this room for a while, I was determined to get Maxine off quickly. I strummed Maxine's clit with my tongue, while driving two fingers rapidly across her g-spot.

When Maxine started driving her hips down frantically onto my face, I slid a finger from my free hand into her asshole and sent her spinning over the brink.

"Fuck!" Maxine squealed as her orgasm washed over my face in only a couple of minutes

As Maxine slumped uselessly to the side, I quickly crawled back between Bree's legs and asked, "May I get you off, Mistress Bree?"

"Such an insatiable slut," Bree purred as she nodded.

This time I wasn't taking my time. I was focused on getting her off and tasting the full flood of her honey-pie before we got caught or a patient needed assistance.

I took her swollen clit back between my lips and chewed lightly on it, nipping it with my

teeth.

"Gooood nuuurrrssse ssluuutttt." Bree moaned, her breathing and tone implying she was close.

I slid two fingers back inside her warmth, found her g-spot again and tapped furiously while roughly pleasuring her clit.

"Here comes my cum," Bree declared, and seconds later I was eagerly lapping up the flood of pussy honey.

I kept lapping until Bree said, "That may make up for your earlier insolence. In fact, I may reward you. Slut Max,"

Maxine started to move towards me.

Bree sighed again. "You certainly try to be obedient, I'll give you that. But you must learn to listen. Straighten yourself up and return to the nurse's station. You have a job to do, and you need to watch out for us. But you are a good pet."

"Thank you, Mistress." Maxine nodded and left the room.

"Now for your reward. Would you like to have your pussy licked?" Bree asked.

"Yes Mistress," I nodded, desperate to come, but not moving prematurely like Maxine had done.

Bree noticed as she smiled, "I see you don't make the mistake of your understudy."

"No Mistress. I would love to have a tongue in my twat," I answered, wanting to impress her with a nasty tongue I never knew existed in me. Trying to be humble in an attempt to manipulate her, I continued, "And I am sure your tongue would feel as good as your peach tastes. But you are the mistress and I am the pet. It is up to you to decide my

rewards, if any,"

"You are a quick learner, nurse slut. No, I will not lick your pussy. But because of your excellent job and because you understand your role, I will reward you," the teen Mistress said to me.

Part of me felt deflated, I wanted to have her lick my burning cunt. I also wondered what she had in mind as she perused the room.

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, hiding any disappointment, as I waited for her to make a decision.

"What is that, my pet?" Bree asked, pointing to a syringe.

"It's a 60 cc syringe, Mistress," I answered, before adding, "It is used for irrigation, you

know, washing out, wounds and such."

"OK, well today it will be for insertion, not irrigation. You may get yourself off," Bree offered.

Although embarrassing, my need to come overrode anything else and I nodded, "Yes Mistress." I removed the syringe from the shelf. Normally lubrication was needed for this, but I was already dripping from my earlier exploits and the makeshift dildo slid in easily. It was about the size of a 7 or 8 inch cock, but thicker, and my cunt offered no resistance despite it being much larger than my husband's length or girth.

I closed my eyes and pounded it in and out of my fevered, desperate pussy, with an urgency, both because I didn't want to be caught, but more so because of how excited this teen temptress made me.

Bree ordered, "Look at me when you fuck your hot box."

Of course, I obeyed.

In less than a couple of minutes, my orgasm blasted through me as I slammed the syringe into my cunt's depths one final time, and just shook it against my clit, all while staring into Bree's

ice blue eyes.

"Wow pet, you really needed that. Now clean it before you replace it," Bree ordered.

I pointed out, "We normally just dispose of them."

"Clean it anyway," she shrugged.

I moved to the sink to obey, thinking it was a redundant task.

"No, use your mouth," Bree clarified.

Without hesitation, obedience quickly becoming a new part of my persona, I placed the syringe in my mouth and thoroughly cleaned my cum off it.

"Now you may dispose of it," Bree said, looking amused.

I tossed it in the garbage.

Bree pulled out her cell and instructed, "Enter your number. Then you may return to work."

I obeyed and walked out, my head spinning with consequence.

That was the last time I saw Bree. She was released from care on my off shift and was gone.

For months I kept expecting her to text or call, but she never did. Although occasionally I fantasized about that evening, over time I moved on.

Maxine and I occasionally pleasured each other for the next year and a half until she went on maternity leave.

I was definitely going through pussy withdrawal when I bumped into her almost two full years later.

Tell her about that crazy event too, my nurse pet," Bree ordered.

I was shopping with my daughters. Meredith, 22, was in her senior year and was studying to be a nurse like her mother. Velvet, 19, was a freshman, and was undeclared, though she had eyes on a meteorology career. Both course loads were heavy in math and science, so both girls were quite busy and had had little time to visit their parents or really even each other, even though they were on the same campus. Their home was just a short couple hours drive away.

The freshness of spring was washing away the doldrums of winter, and I was excited to see my

daughters and catch up with them. Not seeing them enough, my daughters even seemed more beautiful than the last time I'd seen them, a month before, and I was proud of their accomplishments in their respective studies.
We had just exited the restaurant after a light late lunch and were about to embark on more shopping. The girls were giggling and carefree, I was caught up in the moment and feeling as youthful as my daughters in this fun atmosphere.

Then I heard the voice say my name from behind. "Hello Miranda."

A shiver went through my spine. It couldn't be! It had been so long! I had thought that part of my life was behind me. She never once texted me. She never once beckoned me. I had assumed she had forgotten about me for... which I was both thankful and disappointed.

Yet, I turned around, saw Bree, and my cunt immediately started to moisten. It was her!

"Hello Bree," I greeted nervously.

Bree walked up to me like we were long lost friends and embraced me.

Bree asked how I'd been and other generic chit-chat, seemingly for the benefit of my daughters.

Then, just when I thought I was off the hook, she whispered "Anytime, anyone,

anywhere."

"Yes Mistress," I whispered back, my cunt leaking as the old urges returned instantly. In fact they had never left. They just smoldered, awaiting the breath to ignite them again, and that breath was standing before me.

Embracing her again, Bree said, "Nice to see you again," while slipping a card in my hand and whispering, "Call me in the next hour."

I nodded as she walked away.

"Who was that?" Meredith asked, looking curious. "I don't recognize her."

"Oh, she was a patient I had a while back. She was thanking me for taking care of her. It sometimes happens with patients. You'll probably have it happen once

you've been a nurse for a while," I lied.

"Oh, Okay. Yeah, I do look forward to taking care of people." Meredith was a bright girl, but her head sometimes was in the clouds.

I did notice that Velvet had a curious look on her face as if she somehow recognized Bree.

Once we got to a clothing store both girls liked, I called Bree.

"Hello nurse slut. Did you miss me?" Bree asked.

As much as I wanted to deny it, I could not lie, neither to Bree nor myself. "Yes, Mistress Bree. You left without saying goodbye. You had my number, but I did not have yours."

"I know, my little pet. I had my phone stolen not long after. But now I have my nurse slut again. So now we have to play catch up. When do you have a day off?"

"I work the next three days, then I am off two, before working the weekend."

"So Thursday and Friday then. OK, my last class on Thursday is at 3:00. No later than 4:00, I expect you at my sorority house. It is Pi Alpha Pi. You will be dressed demurely. An ankle length skirt or dress would be perfect. You do know what to wear underneath, my pet?"

"Nothing?" I answered.

"You are such a good pet. You showed such promise on that one day. I always regretted losing touch with you. But we shall remedy that now, won't we?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as if almost two years hadn't passed,

"Good, I'll see you Thursday," Bree said, before adding, "and wear thigh high stockings."

"Okay," I agreed, surprised by such an expectation.

"Bye, slut," Bree finished and hung up before I could respond.

I flashed back to that day in the hospital. The things I did for that girl. I couldn't believe how she made me feel, how she again made me feel. NEEDED.

I went home that night and gave my husband the fucking of his life, certainly the best in recent years, as our sex life had grown stale.

Thursday, at 3:55, I knocked on the door of the Pi Alpha Pi house in a floor length gingham dress, a cotton blouse and beige thigh high stockings, which made me feel extra sexy... way more than the pantyhose I usually wore.

I looked as if I had just stepped off the set of Little House on the Prairie. I figured I may as well complete the look, and let my hair flow down my back, not styled, just simply brushed straight down.

"Yes?" the girl at the door greeted.

"I am here to see Bree," I said, feeling like I was on a date.

"Ahh, yes, right this way," the girl said while flashing a knowing smile.

She knocked and pushed the door slightly ajar. "Bree," she said, "You have

a visitor."

"Hi Miranda. Thanks, Rachel. Come on in Miranda, and close the door." Bree offered, acting completely normal, no hint of a Mistress-submissive relationship.

I obeyed her, and as I turned to shut the door heard, "and lock it."

Doing so, I noticed when I turned back around that Bree was not alone. There were two other girls sitting in chairs off to the side of Bree's bed. "I believe you remember Katherine,"

"Hello Katherine," I nodded, remembering her as the girl I caught going down on Bree in her hospital room, and seemed to recall that Bree said that even though she also was Bree's pet, that she was her number two.

"And this is Abby. Her mother Maggie is the house mother here," Bree explained, before adding ominously, "Among other things,"

Abby laughed before adding "Nice to meet you, Miranda."

"Nice to meet you also," I nodded, feeling uncomfortable with two other girls in the room. I also noticed that all three coeds were wearing nylons.

"Well, enough with the pleasantries. I don't believe in beating around the bush. Even though I

don't have one," Bree said then laughed.

The other girls laughed at the joke.

You do know why you are here, Miranda?" Bree asked.

"Yes, Mistress, to serve you," I answered, wanting to please her.

"Well yes of course, but what else did I tell you?" she questioned.

"I was to obey you. I would fuck whenever, however and whoever you said?" I responded, a strange rush of adrenaline coursing through me at my nasty tongue. Somehow I became a completely different person in front of Bree... as if I had a sexual doppelgänger.

"Excellent, my pet. So you know where this is leading?" Bree questioned.

Wanting to be blunt, to impress, I responded, "I am to fuck your two friends I take it. But only if you say to. It may be you only want them to watch."

Turning to Kat, Bree said, "Didn't I tell you this one was a great pet?"

Kat nodded, "You are never wrong, Mistress."

Bree nodded, "So true." She then turned back to me and explained, "Yes, you will please them also. But if you are a good pet, you will be rewarded as before. Do you know why I had you dress this way? Abby is still in training herself. She is much further along than you, but she still needs to polish her skills. Should you do a good job, she will polish on you. Got it?"

"Yes Mistress Bree." I nodded, excited to possibly have the pretty coed lick my cunt.

"Good, now crawl to me," Bree said as she stood up and slipped out of her skirt. As last time, she had no panties on and seemed to already be wet. She was wearing thigh high stockings as well.

I reached her, and waited for instructions.

Bree pointed out, "See Abby, she waits for exact orders. She doesn't assume anything."

"Understood, Mistress," Abby nodded.

"Go ahead, my pet, you must have been craving this for a long, long time." Bree properly assessed.

I didn't hesitate, as I moved between her nylon-clad legs and buried my face in her hot cunt in front of two strangers. As I began with long swipes up and down the folds of Bree's twat, I felt someone move behind me. Lifting my long skirt, I soon felt hands on my hips and a strap-on poking my wet cunt lips.

"Kat, make sure that goes in the proper place. You wouldn't want to be punished in front of the new slut, would you?" Bree ordered.

Katherine with a giggle replied, "Maybe," even as she teased my puckered brown eye.

"Mmm," Bree moaned as I changed my licking to short fast strokes centered on her clit, even as I prepared to be sodomized... something I hadn't done since before I was married when my husband roughly fucked it while drunk, not my fondest memory.

Bree laughed, "I know you enjoy your 'punishments' Kat, but I mean it about this. You know I am first."

"Yes Mistress," Kat answered with a smile, "You can't blame a pet for trying."

"Actually, I could, and any other pet I would," Bree countered, her tone firm. So Bree ordered, deciding to boss someone else around, "Slut Abby, get underneath Miranda and pleasure her pussy."

Abby obeyed, "Yes, Mistress."

"Slut Miranda," Bree stated as Abby started sucking my lower lips while Katherine moved away from my ass and slid the cock in my fevered cunt, "If you get me off before they get you off, you will be rewarded. If you come before me, you will be punished. You never called me and you could have."

"How?" I asked.

"You knew my last name, you could have found me," she pointed out.

I could have countered that she could have found me too, but I answered, "I didn't think you would want that, Mistress. I thought you had forgotten me."

Pushing my head back down, Bree responded, "I know, my slut nurse. That is why you have the opportunity to help yourself out. If it was willful disobedience, you would simply be punished. Now you had best get busy. You did a great job last time, but with these two working you with mouth and strap-on, you may not win."

I redoubled my efforts, even as I could feel my own orgasm on the precipice. I did not know what her punishment would be, but I knew I didn't want it. Both for the obvious reason and for the fact, that after all this time, I didn't want to disappoint my mistress.

Kat was hammering my slit now, nearly withdrawing the dildo before slamming it back in with rapid strokes. Abby had my clit in her mouth and was sucking it like a pacifier. I knew my orgasm was imminent, but I sensed Bree was close too and I wasn't going down (pun intended) without a fight. Plus, I still had my secret weapon (something I had mastered on Maxine). Slipping a finger into Bree's moist tunnel, I pumped it a few times and then pulled out, while nearly simultaneously, I thrust two fingers from the other hand into the same tunnel and curled them upwards.

As I fought the pleasure coursing through me at the double attention, I knew I had found Bree's g-spot when I heard the sharp gasp.

I then slid the first cunt slick finger into Bree's tight unsuspecting asshole while biting down on her clit. "Oh fuuuccckkk, slut nurse. I forgot about that damned anatomy training. Here it is! Here it is! Oohhh!" Bree screamed as I got her off.

As Bree slammed her flooding pussy on my face and tongue, my own orgasm started, just barely winning the contest. "Fuck," I screamed into Bree's pussy just seconds later.

Once both of us had recovered, Bree spoke. "Well done, nurse slut. You will get your reward. But you still have something to do. You should thank my slut Katherine for that orgasm you received."

Kat slipped out of the strap-on harness and moved to me, straddling my face, as I heard Abby say, "But what about me, Mistress? I helped give her that orgasm."

"Be quiet slut. I have not forgotten about you. You will get what you have coming," Bree firmly responded, although her tone didn't imply good in my mind.

I eagerly lapped Katherine's sweet, yet different tasting, box.

"Oh fuck Mistress. I see what you mean. Having a slut nurse who knows her anatomy makes for an excellent cunt pleaser," Katherine moaned, as I pleasured her, eager to get her off too.

Bree ordered, "Abby, come and get your treat."

"Let's have another contest Kat, shall we? You and I will try to hold our orgasms, and these two dyke wannabes will try to get us off. The first one to get her pussy off wins," Bree suggested, a moment later.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Mistress. But is it fair to this one? You know I've had practice at delaying my orgasms and this nurse slut is a new pet. And that sorority lesbian between your legs has had some practice on the two of us."

"Well, you're a sorority lesbian too," Bree countered.

"Yes and you love me for it! Mistress," Katherine reminded her.

"Yes, I do pet. But don't worry, Abby won't have it easy, I've already come once and our nurse has a head start. Now get busy you two sluts, loser gets punished."

I was in no mood for a punishment and I have always hated to lose. I felt I also had the advantage as I already had gotten Bree off and I had a head start on Katherine. I also figured if my secret move worked on Mistress, it should work on Kat.

So after fucking her pussy hole with my tongue, I once again slid a finger into her wanton box and fingered her rapidly.

Katherine quipped, "You better do more than finger me, rookie."

I smiled, confident in my next move.

I pulled the finger out as if agreeing it wasn't going to work, before I quickly slid two fingers in her cunt and curled them onto her g-spot while I simultaneously slid my pussy coated other finger in her anal canal.

Katherine cried out and came in seconds, "Fuuuccckkk Mistress, this dyke is good."

Different seductress, same results as I lapped up the coed's cum.

As Katherine moved away a moment later, I saw Bree push Abby up from her snatch. "Sorry, slut. You lost. You don't get my cum."

"But Mistress," Abby wailed.

"No, you failed. And I don't reward failure. I also have another issue to address with you, right Kat?" Bree continued. I was in awe of her ability to shift from sexy to stern in a heartbeat.

"Yes Mistress Bree," Katherine responded. "Slut Miranda, do you remember when our mistress told you to obey?"

"Yes, she said I was to obey the two of you. I would respond to your orders as I would hers, unless those orders were at odds with each other," I responded, somehow remembering those words almost verbatim.

"Bree, this one is definitely a keeper," Katherine said, before adding, "You are correct. And yet your fellow slut seems to forget this."

Abby's eyes shot open then.

Kat continued, "I told her not to wear panties to the baseball game, and yet this disobedient lesbo wore them."

"But it was cold that weekend," Abby explained.

Ignoring her whining, Katherine carried on, "And who else do you obey, nurse slut?"

"No one that Mistress Bree has told me of," I answered, silently hoping I hadn't forgotten anyone.

"Correct again. And yet we have gotten word that little Abby here has gotten her cunt licked by two other sorority sisters by using Bree's name. Ordinarily that would show good initiative, but she is still in training and she did not ask permission from our Mistress," Katherine continued.

"Mistress please," Abby cried, looking like she was realizing she was in serious trouble.

Once more ignoring the whining Abby, Bree now took over the conversation, "Are you familiar with the term 'airtight', slut Miranda?"

"No, Mistress." I admitted.

"It is a term men use when they have all your holes filled at one time. A cock in your mouth, a cock in your twat, and a cock in your asshole," Bree explained.

Katherine added, "All your holes are plugged simultaneously, so you're 'airtight'."

Bree finished, "We have no cocks, but we have our own version of this."

I saw Katherine walking towards Bree with a strap-on, while handing Bree her own. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass, slut Miranda?"

"Once Mistress, by my husband. It wasn't awful, but I can't say it was great either."

"Well, you will be fucked in the ass tonight. It's why I chided Kat to get the right spot. I will fuck that near virgin asshole, and you will enjoy it," Bree revealed.

"Yes Mistress," I nodded, somehow not remotely nervous about being sodomized.

"Regarding the airtight thought. Katherine will fuck your MILF cunt, and you will suck Abby's clit," Bree continued.

Abby quipped, like the bimbo school girl she seemed to be, "Yes."

"Kat is now in place, go sit on her cock," Bree ordered.

I looked at Katherine on the floor, her strap-on cock standing erect.

I obeyed, straddling myself onto the plastic cock.

Once it was all in me, I felt Bree lift up my gingham skirt and pour lube between my ass cheeks. She then slowly eased her own plastic cock into my tight ass. She took it slow, as I winced at the pain in my ass.

After a moment, Bree declared, "All in."

"So full,' I whimpered, feeling both pain and a crazy euphoria at the fact that I was being double penetrated.

"Just relax, my slut," Bree instructed.

"Kay," I replied, trying to get used to it.

Bree slowly began moving in and out of my ass as she instructed, "Now slut Abby, straddle Katherine and let Miranda suck your clit. But don't allow your ass to touch Kat's face. If you do, you will be punished further. You haven't earned that."

I watched Abby lower her body awkwardly in front of me.

Bree began hammering my tight sphincter in rhythm with Katherine who was now bucking her cock up into me.

The pleasure pain principle washed over me as I felt feelings I didn't know existed.

"Miranda, suck Abby's pussy, but do not get her off. There will be no coming for her tonight. If you sense her getting close, back off. I mean it. Do not let her cum. If she does, you will be the one punished. You, however, may cum as often as you like, until you plead with me and Kat to stop. And we will hammer you without mercy, so you will cum early and as often as you can stand it. Do you understand?" Bree said.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, eager to be allowed to come again and again. I leaned forward and began trying to lick Abby... although it was difficult while being double fucked.

Bree was true to her word and she pounded my asshole while Katherine did the same with my pussy. Once I got used to a cock in my ass, the pain faded and a new pleasure replaced it. Not surprisingly, my first orgasm came within a couple minutes. Through my orgasmic haze, I heard Abby start to whimper, and slowed down my tongue bath on the sorority slut's box.

On and on the pattern repeated itself, with orgasm after orgasm hitting me unlike anything I had ever experienced while assaulting the clit of Abby until I sensed an orgasm, and then backing off.

I actually lost track of how many orgasms I had. Finally I pleaded with Bree and Kat to stop. Instead they went harder and faster until I had one more mind-numbing cum, and then held their dual dildos deep inside me as my entire body became spent.

As I lay shuddering, I felt Abby grasp the back of her head, as she started to ride my face.

Remembering Bree's instructions, I gathered all my remaining strength, withdrew my face from the sopping wet twat, and rolled to the side.

"Nooo, please, no!" Abby shrieked, denied her orgasm.

As many orgasms as I had received was how many times I had brought her to the brink.

"Quiet slut!" Bree snapped. "You know there is a price for your antics. And don't think your mother can help. You know the position she is in herself."

"Yes Mistress Bree," Abby sobbed, crying for real.

"You may get dressed and leave, slut nurse. You have done well. Don't worry about that little slut. She will be fine. And she will become more obedient because of this," Bree explained.

"Yes, Mistress Bree," I nodded, as I hadn't worn panties and hadn't removed my clothes, although my tits were hanging out slightly.

I asked, "Where is the bathroom so I can wash my face?"

"No, that you will leave on. If you make it home and you can do so without hubby noticing, you may wash it. But until then, you must leave our juices on your face," Bree instructed.

"Yes Mistress," I responded, embarrassed but excited at the same time at the thought of being caught.

"I will be in touch," Bree said.

Over the next couple months, Bree had me many times. She also gave me to several of her sorority sisters, which was a major turn-on for me as I became popular as the quick flick orgasminator (a term someone actually created for me).

I witnessed Abby, apparently back in Bree's good graces, stroking a strap-on into the asshole of the house mother. A house mother who happened to be her own real mother. I was shocked at this incestual act, but Bree explained that her pets were to obey, no matter their relationship to one another.
Bree decided to have a sleepover at my house and I had reworked my schedule to have the day free on a day my husband was not going to be home

After eating Bree to orgasm, she was working a strap-on deep into my asshole, my favourite way to get off now as I moaned, "Work my asshole."

Bree obliged her nurse slut, having me bent over the living room sofa and really reaming my slut ass.

Suddenly the door burst open with the chattering of arguing voices. "What if Mom comes home," Meredith said.

Velvet responded, "Shut up and do as you're told."

Bree stopped, lodged deep in my ass, my orgasm about to erupt.

"Oh my gosh! Mom!" Meredith gasped.

"I fucking knew it!" Velvet confidently spoke, staring at me.

"Please let me up, Bree," I pleaded, as she held her hand on my back with her cock buried deep in my asshole.

Instead, Bree resumed slowly fucking my ass in front of my children. Bree said, "I recognize these two from when I saw you outside the restaurant. They must be your daughters. Don't be rude, slut. Introduce us."

"Please no," I wailed, for the first time not wanting to obey my beautiful Mistress.

Velvet shocked me by unzipping and dropping her skirt. She had no panties on, but she did have thigh highs, just like I was wearing.

"Now there is someone after my own heart," Bree mused, waiting to see where this might lead, never stopping fucking my ass.

"Oh God, please stop," I begged Bree, as I watched my daughter get undressed.

"Velvet, what are you doing?" Meredith asked.

"On your knees, sister slut," Velvet ordered as she sat back in a chair.

"Please Velvet, you promised not to say anything to anyone," my older, more responsible daughter pleaded, as I began to realize what was happening.

"Oh, I think that little secret is safe in this room, big sister. Wouldn't you agree, Mom? Or should I ask your Mistress. Bree, was it?" Velvet asked, smugly.

"Yes," Bree smiled, "to both questions."

"See big sister slut, your secret is perfectly safe. Now come show little sis some of your love. Or at least love me with that talented tongue of yours," Velvet ordered, clearly revelling in showing her power over her big sister in front of me.

Meredith looked at me for support as Bree ordered, "Beg for me to fuck your slut ass in front of your children."

Now knowing the obvious reality that my daughters were committing incest, my cunt burned even more, and I gave in to my carnal lust. "Please, Mistress, slam that big cock in my slut asshole in front of my girls."

"So fucking hot," Velvet said, before snapping her fingers and ordering, "Now get over big sister. You haven't munched my snatch since dinner."

Meredith looked powerless before her younger sister and dropped to her knees and crawled between Velvet's thighs.

"Yes," Velvet hissed as Meredith's tongue settled into her damp folds.

Watching my older daughter between my younger daughter's legs had me shocked to the core and yet my orgasm grew.

Bree, sensing I was close, slowed the fucking to a deliberate grind and whispered, "Watch your two daughters, my pet, Sibling love is one of the most purest kinds of love."

"Please, fuck me harder," I begged.

"You want to come watching your daughters having sex?" Bree asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"You really are a dirty slut," Bree quipped and resumed slamming hard into me.

Velvet watched me smiling. "How long, Mommy?"

"What?" I moaned, as my ass was reamed.

"How long have you been a submissive lesbian?" she asked bluntly.

"A couple years, kind of," I admitted.

"We hadn't seen each other in almost two years before that day in front of the restaurant," Bree added.

"Delicious," my youngest daughter moaned, her hands going through her older sister's hair.

"That you are," Bree quipped.

"Fuck, yes, swallow my cum, sister slut," Velvet demanded, as she began grinding on her sister's face.

Watching my daughter come at the tongue of my other daughter was the final straw and I came too, "Yes!" I screamed, mortified and exhilarated at the same time.

As Bree allowed my orgasm to quake through me I asked, "How did this happen?"

"Well that's sort of ludicrous when you have a plastic cock in your ass, Mom. I could ask you the same," Velvet responded.

"You're right," I sighed, and with Bree's permission, I relayed the entire tale of lesbian submission to my two daughters.

"Now that that is out there, how about you and your sister?" I asked.

The fact that Meredith sat quietly at Velvet's feet, her face wet with the juices of her little sister, kind of made it obvious they too had a Mistress-sub relationship.

Velvet explained, "Oh it's been going on for a long time. Mer came home from school one time, and was her usual bitchy pretentious self. She just picked the wrong day. Or the right day from my viewpoint. 'Shut the fuck up, you snotty bitch,' I shouted at her. And as she shrank from my assault, I knew then and there she was a sub, and very much so. How I knew this is another story for another time, but Mer was not my first submissive, but my fifth. Upon realizing this, I decided I was going to repay her for a lifetime of her bitchiness. I just dropped my skirt and stood before her. I rarely wear panties and this was not one of those days. 'What are you doing?' she said while staring at my cunt. I told her she knew what was about to happen. I could read her submissiveness."

Bree added, "A good Mistress always can see through the façade of straightness."

Velvet nodded, "So I asked, 'Am I right?' and she nodded her head. 'I thought so. I grabbed her head and guided it between my legs and to my honey."

'Honey', the word I used to first describe Bree's cunt, I thought to myself.

"I rubbed my wet pussy across her lips, already horny from this brief exchange. Mer began licking and I purred 'Oh Sis your tongue is amazing' and very quickly my big sister brought me off with her mouth for the first time, though certainly not the last."

I looked at Meredith, who looked mortified by the retelling of the story.

"Is that true, Meredith?" Bree asked.

"Yes," she nodded, her cheeks burning red.

Velvet continued, "Now I have a proposition for you, Bree. As one domme to another, how about a trade? Sis can really work her tongue, and she does this thing where she sucks your clit while nipping it with her teeth. It will drive you wild. And I've always thought Mom to be a sexy slut but never tried to seduce her because she was, well, Mom. But I can see things have changed now. So what do you think?"

Bree laughed out loud as I gasped... shocked by the reality my daughter wanted me to service her. "It must run in the family. Your mother does the same thing, but she has a little added twist," not telling Velvet what the twist was.

"Sure I'll trade. But just because I allow you to have your mother today, remember, she is still my slut," Bree clarified.

"Agreed. Go to Bree," Velvet spoke to Meredith.

Bree changed the apparatus on her strap-on to one that had a dildo for the cunt and a smaller one that went into the ass at the same time.

"Get over here, Mommy pet," Velvet ordered.

Bree ordered, "Go."

"She's my daughter," I pointed out.

"And what did I say about Abby and her mother?" Bree asked.

"Pets were to obey, no matter their relationship to one another," I answered, remembering it clearly because of the crazy incest situation I witnessed.

"Exactly," Bree nodded, "and who owns you?"

"You do, Mistress," I replied, a complete submissive to her regardless of who was witnessing it.

"Then go," Bree ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, turning to my daughter.

Bree ordered, "Get over here and replace your mother."

"Yes, Mistress," Meredith replied, crawling to my Mistress.

I dropped to my knees and crawled surreally to my youngest daughter.

Velvet slid down in the oversized chair and opened her smooth thighs. "I've thought about this for a long time, Mommy dearest. Are you ready to please your daughter's cunt now?"

"Yes, Mistress daughter," I replied, her pussy glistening and beckoning me to it.

"Dive in, Mommy," my daughter ordered.

I lashed my younger daughter's twat with my tongue, my head spinning with the reality I was willingly and eagerly committing incest as I felt the family dynamic changing here and now. Yet, all that mattered at the moment was the sweet box bucking into my face.

"Oh, my God," Meredith screamed, as my Mistress began fucking both her holes with the special strap-on.

I eagerly lapped up the cum of my daughter as she flooded my face while Meredith screamed, "Shit, fuck my asshole."

I kept licking until I had my daughter moaning and then I did my three finger, two hole attack. As my fingers found her g-spot, and then slid another finger in her ass, my teeth nipping her clit, she screamed, "Holy fuck, Mommy, you dirty fucking dyke."

"I'm coming," Meredith declared as I continued lapping my daughter's cum.

Moments later, as I sat up, I saw Bree take off the strap-on, walk over to Velvet, and shove her wet cunt in my daughter's face.

"No!" Velvet cried out. "I don't eat pussy. I'm not a dyke!"

"You are now," Bree's declared as she grabbed Velvet's head and shoved it into her perfect pussy.

I watched as Velvet struggled at first. Two dommes deciding who was at the top of the hierarchy.

"Lick it, slut," Bree ordered, rubbing her cunt all over my youngest daughter's face. It was like she was marking Velvet as hers.

A good mom would have stopped this; of course, a good mom wouldn't have allowed any of this to happen.

Yet, like my original struggle to resist way back then, Velvet was going to lose.

And she did.

I watched, oddly rooting for Bree, until Velvet quit struggling and began licking.

"Good, pet," Bree purred, as she explained, "There is always a hierarchy and I am always on the top,"

Bree ordered, "Meredith, why don't you show your mother how much you love her."

"Kay," Meredith agreed, crawling to me.

A rush went up my back at the idea that my oldest daughter was about to lick me.

Reaching me, Meredith asked, "Can I lick you Mommy?"

"Yes, honey," I nodded, rolling onto my back on the floor and watching my daughter crawl between my nylon-clad legs.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned, as she began licking me before deciding, "Straddle me baby, let me eat you too."

"Oh, yes, Mommy," Meredith agreed, rearranging herself and straddling my face.

Meanwhile, as I began licking my oldest daughter while she licked me, I heard Bree demand, "Yes! Fuck! Suck on my clit, slut!"

A couple of minutes later, Bree screamed and came on the younger dommes' face, "Swallow my cum."

Eventually both Meredith and I came too at the tongues and fingers of each other, me learning that my technique was indeed earth shattering.

We all attempted to recover from our orgasms.

No words were spoken as we each attempted to regain our breath.

I smiled as I watched Meredith suck on her fingers like a pacifier.

"Well, that was fun. That was a bit more than I expected when I came to fuck your mother this evening. I had planned on staying longer, but you family of sluts have worn me out," Bree said, standing up and stretching.

Turning to Velvet, Bree asked, "Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy, slut?"

"Well I sure didn't expect it. I never ever ate pussy before. I've only had other girls, and two very lucky guys, eat me. But once you started riding my face and I was forced to taste you, I found

I did indeed like it, I don't know if I would do it for anyone else or not. I don't even know if I could do it to these two or not. I have never even fingered Mer, let alone eaten her pussy. Isn't that right, sister slut?" Velvet answered.

"Yes, Mistress," Meredith nodded.

"But for you, I believe I could taste you anytime you wished," Velvet finished.

Bree smiled, "The woman who trained me taught me you have to know the mind of a submissive in order to be a good domme. Do you see that now?"

"Yes... Mistress Bree," Velvet responded.

"Good, because remember there is always a stronger domme than you," Bree smiled, getting dressed.

"So I just learned," Velvet nodded.

"Well, I'm going to pop in to see my mom, and then I'm heading back to the sorority house. I now release ultimate control of you sluts, but I will let you work out who comes next. Though I have an idea who will assume authority," Bree quipped, smiling at Velvet.

"Yes Mistress Bree," was the response in triplicate.

As Bree left, Velvet said, "Both of you come and suck on my tits, let's see who is number two and who is number three in this new family hierarchy."

Both Meredith and I crawled to her, neither caring who was number two or three, just willing to service who was number one.

As I walked to my car, I wasn't originally planning to go see my mother, but chuckling to myself, as I felt my mouth start to water and my pussy moisten again I decided I should go and pay a quick visit. After all, there is always a stronger domme out there somewhere. Somewhere in this case, being at home.

THE END

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Apr 9, 2018 in anal

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