SUMMARY:
Black lawyer seduced and dommed by white teenage girl.
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 Bree's senior year of high school)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor)
Lesbian MILF
Seductress: Bakery (a couple weeks after Neighbor & Chocolate)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30
th
B'day (late summer, last weekend before her beginning college)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse (during her first and third years of college)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer after her first year of college)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pop Star (summer between sophomore and junior years of college)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Church Mom (immediately after Pop Star)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Spa (during the beginning of her junior year)
Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college)
NOTE 1:
That said, this one follows after MILF Lesbian Seductress: Neighbour and even has a few of the same lines of dialogue, although experienced from a different character's perspective.
Also, I get criticized for always writing white submitting to black (with the exception of Deconstructing the Professor) so I thought I would try a black woman submitting to a white teen girl story... this is the result.
NOTE 2:
I should note that although the lawyer in this story is in her thirties, much older than my 18-year-old seductress Bree, she isn't necessarily a MILF, as she has no children and is single. Yet, she fits the younger seduces older undercurrent of this series.
NOTE 3:
In 2014, thanks
to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86 for editing. In early 2019, thanks to Tex Beethoven for helping me add a fresh coat of polish.
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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate
It had been an exhausting day. My case had not gone as smoothly as anticipated, and I needed to do some work over the weekend to prepare for Monday morning when it would resume.
I'd been home less than fifteen minutes, just long enough to get out of my heels and pour myself a glass of wine, when there was a knock at the door.
I put my glass down and went to answer it, and was shocked at what I saw. It was my neighbour Nadine, a woman in her later thirties, about five years or so older than I was, and the librarian at the high school, dressed in a cheerleader's outfit. I don't think I hid my shock too well as I attempted to act normal. "Hi, Nadine."
Nadine blurted out, embarrassed to be at my front door dressed so inappropriately, "Hi, Joan. Can I borrow some batteries for this toy?" She raised her hand to show me a big pink vibrator.
I couldn't believe this reserved mother and community leader was at my front door dressed like a teenager, and who was asking me for batteries for a sex toy. Wanting to get her inside and out of the public eye, I said, still not sure this wasn't some bizarre prank, "Um, ok. Come on in."
Once she was inside, she handed me the toy. Being a lawyer I was used to dealing with surprises, so showing no emotion, so I took the toy, gave one more look at her attire and said, "I think I have some batteries that will fit this in the office."
I went to the office, sat down at my desk and examined the vibrator. It was bigger than the one I had, and it made me think I should probably buy myself a new sex toy. I'd bought my current one way back in college, and it was small and didn't really get me off. I opened the toy to see what kind of batteries it used. I opened a drawer, grabbed the appropriate batteries and headed back to Nadine.
I inserted the batteries as I walked. Reaching Nadine, I turned it on to make sure it worked and was surprised by how much faster and more intense the vibrations were, compared to my old toy, and I became curious to know how it would feel like inside me. Turning it back off, I handed it to her and smiled, "Seems to work now." I was curious as hell to know why she was dressed as she was, and deciding I had to know, I asked, "But I have to ask, Nadine, why are you in a cheerleading outfit?"
Nadine looked uncomfortable, as if trying to decide what to say to me. Eventually, she blurted out, "Bree made me wear this."
Bree was a pretty high school student who lived next door to Nadine on the opposite side of her from me, who seemed rather sure of herself, based on the few times I'd spoken with her at community events. Yet, the answer seemed bizarre. I asked, rather surprised and wanting to make sure I'd heard her right, "She
made
you?"
"Yes," she admitted, her face beet red, as she continued to shock me, "I can't explain it, but Bree is my Mistress, and I must do everything she requires."
Her answer was so absurd, I asked, beginning to think I was being put on, "Really?"
Although at first she'd been reserved and embarrassed, she now looked me in the eyes as she replied, trying to shock me, "Oh yes
really
, Joan." After a pause, she added, her tone suddenly seductive, "Oh, and I almost forgot, I'm supposed offer you my services; to do anything you'd like to please you."
"Excuse me?" I asked, completely shocked by her obscene offer and her odd behaviour.
She clarified her offer, "Yes, Joan. I would love to eat your pussy."
I gasped, but said firmly in no uncertain terms, "I think you should leave my house right now, Nadine!"
"Ok," she said, again looking as embarrassed as she had when she'd first arrived on my doorstep, "Sorry to bother you."
She turned and walked away and I closed the door, managing not to slam it behind her... bewildered by the past five minutes. What could possibly have transpired to make Nadine act like that? How in the world could Bree make Nadine do something so out of character? Lastly, why was my pussy wet?
I grabbed my wine, downed it, poured another glass and went to have a bubble bath. In the tub, I couldn't get the bizarre encounter with Nadine out of my head. Maybe it was the conversation, maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the fact I hadn't had sex in I couldn't remember when, but I was undeniably horny. Closing my eyes, I began pleasuring myself in the tub. I imagined taking Nadine, who was a pretty woman, up on her offer. I wasn't a lesbian by any stretch, never having even kissed a woman, but the idea of having my pussy licked was very appealing. It didn't take long for me to get off, imagining Nadine eating me out. My orgasm done, I shook my head at the strange evening and my reaction to it... I clearly needed to get laid, and soon.
...
The next day, Saturday, I was heading into the office a little after ten to get some work done for the continuing case on Monday, when I saw Bree and Nadine's daughter Katherine, both dressed strangely for a Saturday morning, in skirts, nice blouses and pantyhose, walking towards my car.
Bree, seeing me, waved, "Good morning, Ms. Myers."
My face went darker in embarrassment as I flashed back to Nadine's words about Bree last night. The wind caught her skirt, wafting it up and revealing she was wearing not pantyhose but thigh highs, which made her outfit seem to me even more inappropriate. "Good morning, Bree, Katherine," I called back, reaching my car. "Shouldn't you ladies still be sleeping?"
Bree smiled, "We never went to bed."
"Oh, to be young again," I joked, although I'd been a pretty boring teenager, always focused on getting the highest marks so I could get into Harvard... which I'd done.
Bree walked towards me, a confident look on her face. She asked, "And you? Did you have a good night?"
Recalling my masturbation session in my tub, I felt flushed. I answered, "It was an early bedtime."
Reaching me, she said with an odd confidence, "What a shame on a Friday night. You should have come over and joined us."
Knowing, or assuming, that she'd had sex with Nadine last night, and I couldn't fathom how Nadine's daughter Katherine could have fit into that picture, I answered rather prudishly, "I'm not sure I should be partying with teenage girls."
"First, we're both eighteen and legal adults," Bree pointed out; unable not to sound sultry when she spoke. "And second," she continued, her words dripping with innuendo, "an evening with me would forever change your life." That wouldn't have meant anything if it were said to me prior to yesterday evening, but after the Nadine incident, I knew exactly what she was saying.
Her tone, her determined look, her sultry voice and obvious sexual intentions toward me had me flustered. This eighteen-year-old was succeeding in getting under my skin, where so many high-powered lawyers had failed. I said, "Um, I need to get to work."
"On a Saturday?"
"Work never ends," I shrugged.
"I think, Ms. Myers, you need to get out more," she suggested, before adding, speaking each word slowly with deliberate intent, "relax... experiment... live life... submit to your natural desires."
"My natural desires?"
"Yes, it's obvious you need a sexual outlet from your intense job," Bree said matter-of-factly.
"That's ludicrous," I retorted.
"Is it?" she asked. "When was the last time you got laid?"
"
That