Britney's Road of Discovery

Britney's Road of Discovery

Ms. Arianne in control

Authors note:

This story may not be for you. The series will contain Lesbians (no men will have any sex or have much of, if any, part of this story. Sorry / not sorry.), Oral, vaginal, and anal sex. There will be domination and submission with age play, bondage, and humiliation. There will most likely be some incestuous moments as well. If any of these elements are not for you, please find another story to enjoy.

To Pamela and Kevin, I do hope this is not too far out there for you.

Thank you 29wordsforsnow for your heroic efforts to edit my efforts here. Your help was much needed and appreciated.

For my readers, I do hope those who read it can still tell the difference between fantasy and reality and enjoy the fantasy of this story. If you leave a comment, be brave enough to use your made up username here. I won't bite... hard.

All characters are 18+.

Britney at the Gym

Britney took a long drink of her water as she caught her breath. She had gotten 4200 meters in 20 minutes. Which was just shy of her personal record. She smiled as she drank her water and looked around. The gym wasn't crowded, as usual when she came in at her lunch time like this.

There were perhaps 5 others working out besides her and a few of the staff as well. One of the staff happened by and said, "Great job, Mrs. Kitrich."

Britney looked up and smiled, "Thanks, but it is just Miss Kitrich now, Maria." Maria had been one of Britney's daughter's, Brianna, assistant coaches when she was in high school. Britney had been coming here since Brianna left for college. The two had let the divorce build a void between them, with Brianna telling her mom, "You just sabotage your relationships by not trying to reach out and see others' points of view."

The divorce had been rough on Britney. It had rocked her world into feeling sorry for herself. Dating seemed a waste and she really wasn't ready for any relationship. Now she was somewhat facing being alone at home with Brianna away at college.

Since joining the gym, she had been hit on by, and shot down, several men. But it seemed that Maria was covertly trying to hit on Britney.

'But then again, it could be my ego. She isn't much older than my Bree. And Brianna would never approve of me seeing other women, despite my wondering how it would go.'

"I must say, your commitment to working out is really paying off, Mrs... I mean Ms. Kitrich," Maria added, giving Britney another look.

'Is she eyeing me or has it really been too long?'

After wiping down the rowing machine, Britney headed to the locker room. As she undressed, she noticed that her panties were not just damp from the work out. The wet spot on her workout panties spoke volumes to her, and caused a small panic attack. Britney quickly decided to take a cold shower

Britney found her panic growing even more when she overheard a conversation with Maria and apparently a higher up at the gym. Maria was being scolded for flirting so openly with a client. Britney blushed in the cold shower, waiting to step out until she heard no one in the locker room area.

Britney changed into her working attire and packed her bag quickly. She just wanted to get out of there, to avoid the intrusive thoughts that were building in her head. She failed to notice that her workout panties were no longer with her stuff.

Ms. Arianne in Control

The apartment building was made up of 12 units, 4 apartments per floor. There were one bedroom and two bedroom apartments. The two college women shared a two bedroom apartment, on the second floor. One bedroom was down a small hallway that hid it and the bathroom from the living room and the front door. The other bedroom door was easily seen from the living room and it was only half closed. It was rarely ever completely shut and never locked. Arianne, the original tenant, did not like the view blocked. Brianna, or Bree as she went by to most, preferred it not to be open at all, but now almost five months into their relationship, Brianna knew better than to even ask for any privacy from Arianne.

Once, not so long ago, Bree had been an Alpha girl in High School. She had dated only the popular guys, had been 100% straight, and hated some of the girls on her soccer and basketball teams for hitting on her.

The 19-year-old Bree was athletically built, her long legs turned heads and made her smile inside. Her breasts were small, almost perfect globes with areolas that seemed in perfect ratio to them. Bree had not been into the women who hit on her until she met Arianne. Somehow Arianne just knew where and how to touch Brianna. Arianne quickly changed Brianna. In so many ways.

Arianne was slightly taller and slightly thicker in her body. Her strawberry blonde hair was barely shoulder-length. Her breasts were slightly more than a cup size bigger than Bree's. Her major was largely Academic, as she was studying to become a Librarian. It gave her an ability to study others as well.

Arianne simply adored turning other women into her personal and not-so-personal sex toys. Women her age, older, in between, married or single. The straighter, the better as far as she was concerned. Her upbringing in a strict catholic home had added fuel to her desires as well as her "it isn't all black and white views." Like the slut on the bed before her. Arianne had turned Bree at a holiday party, then again the next morning.

Bree had woken up shocked that next morning when she realized she was in bed with another woman, even more so when she realized they were nude and her pussy felt tingly. She tried to slip out of bed, but Arianne held her and asked, "Where are you going, Pussygirl?" They had been a pair, sort of, ever since.

For Bree there were mixed emotions that immediately followed her new life choices. Yes, she was getting out of the overcrowded dorms, yes, she found a job that was not in a restaurant but it was not that long ago when she fought with her mother about the divorce and the affair that caused it.

Arianne knew there was a tension in Bree and her home life, but had not heard the fine details. It helped her seduce Bree in the beginning and then dominate her conquest afterwards.

Now here again, Bree was on all fours. Her brown hair was mid-back in length and more times than not it was in a ponytail. Facing the doorway on her bed, nude, of course. Her hair was in the tight grip of Arianne's hand as Arianne slowly fucked Brianna's ass as Bree moaned and shook.

This wasn't a fuck to make Bree climax, no, this was only to edge her. Bree was going home for the weekend, and Arianne wanted her horny the whole time. Bree just wanted to go home and try to patch things up with her mother, whom she had not spoken to in over a month now.

When Brianna's phone rang, Arianne was holding it loosely and almost dropped it on her pet's back. She looked down and smirked, "Oh my, it is your Mother. We should answer that." Arianne did not stop fucking her submissive pet as she added, "Tell her your friend is coming too," just before Arianne answered on speaker and tugged Brianna's hair.

"Hi Mom," Bree answered hoarsely. Arianne only slowed her pace as they heard Bree's Mom's reply.

"Anna? Are you ok?" Britney answered. She always called Brianna "Anna", unlike Arianne who rarely used a proper name for her subs.

Bree answered, "Yes, just out of breath from a 'workout'," as Arianne continued to take her ass.

Britney was pleased to hear that her "Anna" was working out again, knowing how happy it had always made her. Britney asked if Bree needed a ride, like Mothers do. Arianne leaned in to whisper, "Say you have an Uber."

"No, I have an Uber set up," Brianna replied.

"Oh, an Uber, really? I don't know if I trust those yet."

Next Brianna told her mother that they should be there in just over an hour

But Arianne whispered softly in Bree's ears and Bree repeated those words. "It is one of the professors here. She likes to, umm, give her students rides for that reason but she is an Uber driver. Honest."

"I still wonder if I should just come and get my only child," Britney answered. Arriane gave Bree a few hard strokes before Bree was able to convince her Mother.

"Oh, it's ok, I promise. And, umm, also my friend Arianne wanted to come, and I told her you would not mind. We should be there by 8:30."

A few more minutes of small talk followed after Britney's reply, "Of course it is ok."

Arianne smiled as she listened and started fucking Brianna faster. Enjoying how Brianna was responding, Arianne listened to Britney's voice and wondered about her looks. Arianne thought,

'I could use a sexy mommy slut to go with my Pussygirl."

Once the call ended, Arianne fucked her pet hard. Looking at the small profile pic on her pet's phone, licking her lips and noting how it was like looking at a future version of Bree. Perhaps wiser and more reserved, but that was going to be the fun part. Pulling her hair as she smacked Bree's ass hard. "Don't you fucking think about cumming, Pussygirl!"

Bree moaned as she took the fucking. Telling herself,

'I am a pussy girl, I am your Pussygirl! I will...not....cum.'

Bree had to really fight her body and the desire to climax as she was sodomized.

Bree now had a big wet spot on her sheets, in two spots that threatened to become one spot. One was between her legs and another was beneath her chin. She moaned and squealed as Arianne used her.

Then suddenly, Arianne stopped and pulled out of Bree's ass. She asked how long the drive was as she got off the bed and stepped to the end.

Without hesitation, Bree began to lick and suck the light purple rubber cock fresh from her ass. Bree took the fake phallus into her mouth. She had been taught to enjoy ass to mouth and anal as well. Arianne had a way about her that had Brianne trying things she had once never thought of. Arianne used her phone to make a call once she knew about the 90-minute drive. "Hello Bitch, I need a ride. Get here in 15 minutes, and you can enjoy my Pussygirl before we go."

Bree felt a shiver run through her. There was a fine line with Arianne between pleasing her and getting punished. Bree had no idea who her Mistress had just called, there were many "Bitches," "Sluts" and "Whores." She only looked up at her Mistress, Bree knew better than to stop cleaning the fake cock until Ms. Arianne stepped away.

Moments later, Arianne abruptly turned and walked out the bedroom door, leaving Bree naked on her bed. "Spread 'em,

Annie.

Your Head of English prof is on her way for us." Brianna heard the snarky way Ms. Arianne said

'Annie',

and not 'Anne', as she moved to lay back spread eagle for the older professor.

Mrs. Greene was in her mid 50s and was one of the original "club" members. She was a bit short and chubby and her large tits sagged some now but most realized she once was stunning. Ms. Arianne and the other Mistresses used her lesbian desires to gain favors from her, thus the exclusive club.

No one really knew how Mrs. Greene got involved with the special club. The rumors were many and Arianne had long since decided she did not care. The woman was amazing at cunnilingus and very willing to help those just turned to learn to be better at their oral skills. It took Mrs. Greene all of 7 minutes to arrive.

"Ms. Arianne, thank you for allowing me to serve," Mrs. Greene said as Arianne opened the door. Arianne looked the older woman up and down. She wore a judge's robe, or was it a graduation robe, and Arianne knew she was nude underneath. And really, that was the important part.

Arianne twirled her wrist, her index finger extended. Mrs. Greene knew what the gesture meant, and she unzipped the black gown and let it fall off. Arianne pointed down and seconds later the older woman was licking her pussy.

"You are exceptionally good at this," Arianne said loud enough for Bree to hear. Bree had become a wonderful pet. She had really taken to her new sexuality.

'As will her mother,'

Arianne thought as she began to grind on the professor's face.

Arianne rode the face between her legs hard. She climaxed on the older woman's face and checked her phone. "I will allow you 14 minutes."

Mrs. Greene got up and went into Bree's room, with a "Hello, Cunt." As Arianne did her make-up and hair, she heard the beautiful sounds of sex filling the air better than any soundtrack. Her Pussygirl was now begging to climax. That permission had not been given, nor would it until much later.

'Your mother should hear you cum,'

Arianne thought as she put on her favorite jeans and stepped in the bedroom to choose her blouse and gather her special bag as well as her overnight bag. She smiled at Mrs. Greene, now astride the younger coed with a fist full of hair.

"Make

her climax,

my Pussygirl, and then we must go," Ms. Arianne demanded of her pet as she picked out Bree's outfit for the trip home and added a large butt plug and collar to Bree's overnight bag. Hearing Mrs. Greene's moan told Arianne that her Pussygirl was doing her job well.

The ride home.

Bree sat in the middle of the back seat. Her legs were spread to give Mrs. Greene a good view of her leaking pussy, thanks now in part to the Lovense toy inside her. Bree was so turned on, with the sex earlier and the varying vibrations. Ms. Arianne had been working on her for too long. Bree had been taken to the edge over and over, her mind was focused only on the release she now craved.

Arianne and Mrs. Greene talked about classes and professors. Their conversation was light and nonchalant, as Mrs. Greene drove. Every so often, Arianne fiddled with her Pussygirl's toy's control. "You will scream so nicely tonight when I allow you to climax on my girlie cock," she teased more than once. Brianna did her best not to show any reaction other than saying, "Of course, Ms. Arianne."

All three women knew Brianna was a screamer when she was teased and edged like this. Arianne loved it about her, the way her body responded to being turned on like this. And this time would be special, as she was going to make Bree cum hard in the home of her mother, with her mother right there. With a grin Ms. Arianne asked a question.

"So, you never speak of her, tell me my Pussygirl, what is your mother like?"

The question sent a shiver down Bree's spine. The toy slowed and Bree told her Mistress all. How her mother had driven off her father, how unhappy he had been in the end. Then the parade of dates a year ago, the final straw being a friend's divorced father and the leering looks.

Ms. Arianne took it all in. Barely adjusting the Lovense unless her pet slowed or tried to stop. The information she gave to Ms. Arianne would soon be put to good use.

Home is the Huntress

When they pulled up to Brianna's home, Arianne told Mrs. Greene she would be needed Sunday evening, thus putting a claim on the professor so they would have a ride back to college. "Don't worry, it will be worth your time." Mrs. Greene smiled and agreed to be ready when called upon.

The two young women then made their way into the home. Britney, the 42-year-old single mother of Brianna, met them soon after they came in. "Girls, so glad you made it here safely, I am baking chicken breasts and have a veggie steamer for dinner. I hope that is ok?"

Britney took in Brianna. Her skirt was too short and that blouse too tight.

'And where is your bra? Why isn't it buttoned up higher,'

ran through Britney's mind as she looked at her only child. The other young woman wore a nice sweater and jeans that, to Britney's mind,

'didn't have those awful rips in them. Oh fuck, I am my mother now.'

Arianne then stepped closer to the sexy older woman before her. "Hello, I am Arianne,

Bree's

roommate." Arianne internally left out that this mother's little angel was her personal living sex toy, but she knew that would be coming out soon. She gave Britney a hug and said into her ear, "It is so nice to finally meet you. I see where Bree gets her looks, your lover is very lucky."

The hug lasted a little longer than Britney had expected, Britney was taken a little back at how this young woman came up to her, like she was sizing her up or something.

'And why didn't Anna introduce her? Did she call Anna Bree?'

Britney looked at her daughter. Anna was dressed so unlike herself,

'Is this a college phase? But this... and this Arianne? Anna is dressed, well, slutty. Look at Arianne, you could learn a lesson from her. What is going on with you, my Anna?'

Britney's thoughts were interrupted by Arianne's whisper. "I look forward to

knowing

you." It was just six words but they affected the older woman. There was something in the tone and look in this new woman's eyes.

Trying not to look bothered, Britney then said, "Well, please make yourself at home. If you need something, just ask."

Arianne barely waited before saying, "I would love a rum and coke. Bree will have orange juice or water."

Britney said nothing but asked herself why she was getting this young woman her drink.

'I am no barmaid, why did I even ask? I don't even know her... Damn, manners, Britney! But I guess I should be a good hostess since I just said ask if you need anything.'

Britney came back with water and the mixed drink. Britney glanced at her daughter, who was now watching TV seemingly unaware of her friend's actions. Arianne's hand lingered on Britney's hand, waiting for her to look back.

"Good Girl," Arianne said as she took the drink, her eyes locked on Britney's. The words were almost a whisper.

'Did I just hear that?'

When she did, Arianne smirked, knowingly, before moving to sit with Brianna. A chill ran through Britney and something else, something deeper and wicked. Britney shuddered away the thought as she turned to make dinner, not seeing Arianne's hand reach under Brianna's skirt as she sipped her drink.

Dinner

Dinner was quiet. Brianna did tell her mother about classes, about her professors and about some friends.

"Classes are tough, but we expected that."

"Yes, but you have always been a hard worker with your studies. You always give 110%," Britney replied.

"I do try to do my best." Brianna's eyes glanced over to Arianne at that statement.

"Of that, I have no doubt. You are not one to fail. You are a good girl and I am glad you are home. Even if it's just for the weekend."

Brianna carefully avoided her relationships. More important was that this other young woman was not simply Arianne.

'And I am her good girl, her Pussygirl,'

Brianna thought but did not say to her mother.

Britney was glad to have her only child home. This was more conversation than they had enjoyed in a couple of months. She saw a change in Anna's confidence. It wasn't the same, but Brianna was still bright and outgoing as before but yet there was a difference in her.

"I must say, you seem much quieter than before," Britney added, trying not to point out the way she was dressed. It was Arianne who spoke next.

"Oh she can be very vocal at times."

Arianne said little, otherwise, she observed, and only occasionally corrected or added to Brianna and Britney's conversation. She instead watched and took in Britney as they talked and ate dinner. Her few questions and the answers she got told her more than she already knew.

After dinner, Britney began to clear the table. Quietly, Arianne said, "Bree, why don't you take care of the dinner mess. Be a good girl."