LESBIAN MILF SEDUCTRESS — CHURCH MUM

Feature Writer: SilkStockingsLover

Feature Title: LESBIAN MILF SEDUCTRESS — CHURCH MUM

Published: 15.12.2016

Story Codes: Lesbian, Religious

Synopsis: Although the title should be a clue, this story has some heavy and inappropriate religious undertones throughout. If such writings offend you, please don’t keep reading. (This story takes place days after the seduction of Selena Gomez… in Pop Star. That said, within that story was the beginning of the seduction of Sarah Wilkins…. just a couple of brief conversations that began the seduction as Bree planted the early seeds of seduction). Because I believe every story should stand on its own, although I recommend you read all my accounts of Bree’s plethora of lesbian seductions, here are two excerpts from that story to get you all caught up as Bree adds to her MILF harem a church minister’s sweet wife and the mother of one of her most faithful pets.

Lesbian MILF Seductress — Church Mom

CONVERSATION 1, after finishing DP-ing her pet Kimberly, unbeknownst to Kimberly’s naïve and sweet mother:

“Hi Bree. Leaving already? I’m really glad you became Kim’s friend. She used to be such a shy, reserved girl. Now, ever since you two became friends, it seems her tongue is constantly wagging. I guess we have you to thank for that,” the MILF gushed.

Bree eyed the stacked woman. She obviously tried to keep her breasts hidden with sweaters and loose blouses, but those monster tits were just made for squeezing from behind as she got pounded with a plastic cock. Bree imagined herself doing just that. She also thought to herself You have no idea how excellent your lovely daughter has gotten at wagging that wonderful tongue of hers. And I have an idea of how you can thank me. It involves some tongue wagging of your own.

Bree resolved then that Sarah would become a future pet. She needed to plan it, though. And she had other things to occupy her at the moment. Still, she could plant a seed… something she’d learned helped to accelerate the inevitable once she went on the full-frontal attack.

“Well I’m glad you think I helped. And while Kimberly may not be a social butterfly, she’s certainly come out of her shell. And you’re right, her tongue does seem to flutter at an amazing pace now… although it’s taken a few years for her to perfect it. And no need to thank me. In fact, how about sometime I give something tasty to you? Kimberly’s had it many times, and raves about it,” Bree offered bluntly, confident the naïve minister’s wife wouldn’t catch on to her innuendo-filled offer.

“Well, Bree, you really are the sweetest thing!” the MILF replied, so happy her daughter had found some friends from the more popular crowd instead of just the conservative church kids…who were fine, but frankly, rather twee.

“You’ll find out just how right you are soon,” Bree mumbled under her breath as she pondered, I’ll let you find out just how sweet I am. But how to do it? Hmm, planning is everything.

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Bree? It’s no trouble to set another dish, and we’d enjoy your company. Reverend Wilkins won’t be home until late,” Kimberly’s mother offered, enjoying the company of the pretty girl, even though she wasn’t sure why. There was just something about her.

“No thanks, Mrs. Wilkins. I need to get home. Maybe I can dine with you another time,” Bree responded, adding another innuendo to the oblivious future target, even as she thought to herself, Or more likely, you’ll be dining on me.

CONVERSATION 2: Two weeks later when Bree came to pick up Kimberly to go to the Selena Gomez concert:

“Kimberly, Bree’s here,” Sarah called up the stairs to her daughter.

Bree, having already planted a few seeds, decided to work the fertile ground while she waited.

“You look very nice, Mrs. Wilkins. Are you and Reverend Wilkins going out as well?”

Sarah was clad in a below the knee skirt and a heavy sweater, which despite its bulk, struggled to camouflage those massive breasts. Bree laid it on despite Sarah’s clothes being rather plain. And she also knew Reverend Wilkins was working late again. But she wanted Mrs. Wilkins to know that she was noticed.

“Well thank you dear. You’re very sweet. But I’m not really dressed up. And no, I’m not going out. Reverend Wilkins is working late again,” she said, annoyed that he’d been working late almost every day now and had been doing so for weeks… months, actually.

“You could have fooled me, Mrs. Wilkins. You look great! And I can’t believe Reverend Wilkins wouldn’t put his work aside for a night out with you. Pardon my direct language, but you’re a hottie Mrs. Wilkins,” Bree said, really going on the offensive.

Sarah had been wondering herself why her husband didn’t give her more of his attention. She was a faithful wife and churchgoer, but she still had needs and she thought her husband should take care of them. There was nothing wrong with having sex in the marriage bed. He’d said that in his sermons many times. But it had been over a year since he’d last touched her, and infrequently before that. She’d considered he might be having an affair but had quickly dismissed it. Some ministers did that, but not him. The only affair he was having had was with his job.

She had no way to be certain of course, but if she had spied, she would have been proven right. He truly was married to his job. He had no time for frivolous and carnal things like an affair. He did sometimes regret not giving his wife more time, but he felt he was doing a greater good… he had a greater calling. So if his wife was lacking his attention, he certainly wasn’t giving any to anyone else. And besides, his wife would certainly understand.

But Sarah really did not understand. And it was through this that Bree saw what was missing for Sarah and worked her plan. She planted and watered more seeds. “Well, I can’t believe he wouldn’t make time for you. Forgive me if I seem forward, but if I were a man, I’d try to steal your heart every day of the year.”

“Oh you, you’re so fresh. I can see why you’ve brought Kimberly out of her shell and set her tongue wagging,” Sarah giggled, flattered by the pretty girl’s kind words… compliments she hadn’t heard for years.

You have no idea how well her tongue wags and someday soon I will find out if she inherited it from you, Bree thought to herself as she considered going in for the kill right then and there.

But Kimberly arrived so as they departed, Bree planted the final seed of the night, as she pulled the lonely insecure MILF in for a hug, “I wish we had another ticket, Mrs. Wilkens. With someone as beautiful as you with us, we’d surely attract people’s attention.”

Sarah blushed as she was left alone and feeling lonely, wondered if this should be one of those times she pleasured herself. She always felt guilty afterwards since of course she wasn’t married to herself, so it was a sin, but sometimes she just needed the release. Perhaps she would try shaving herself. It had never really crossed her mind before, but she noticed her daughter had done that as she exited the shower one night. She thought it was probably something kids did nowadays, and she wondered how it would feel. Besides, it’s not like her husband would notice.

AND NOW THE CONTINUING STORY OF SARAH WILKIN’S SEDUCTION….

Three days after her last encounter with the pretty church MILF, Bree went to church… a place she hadn’t been since Christmas Eve… although when she was in Europe she went to a variety of church services, completely intrigued with how people could believe so easily… follow so blindly… give so willingly…

Just like her pets did for her.

In many ways, she had her own group of worshippers who believed in her, who obeyed her without question and gave themselves to her completely and without reservation.

Bree wasn’t being pretentious in these thoughts, she was a Christian and believed in God, although she questioned many of the Bible passages and messages (it contradicted itself way too many times), as well as the financial power the churches had received on the backs of its parishioners… she was just making a linear connection between the two.

Bree wore a sun dress with her usual thigh high stockings… the lace tops of which would likely be in view when she sat with her legs crossed.

When she arrived, she was almost immediately greeted by Sarah, “Bree, so nice to see you here.”

Bree smiled, “I came to confess my sins.”

“Oh my,” Sarah blushed, feeling oddly unlike herself whenever she spoke with this pretty, confident young lady.

“Although I’m not sure I can be forgiven,” Bree added, trying to keep the pretty MILF off guard.

“Oh, the Lord forgives everyone, Bree,” Sarah smiled, before adding, “plus, I can’t fathom what you could have done that would be unforgivable.”

“I’ve done some very wicked things,” Bree said. “Although it was always with the greatest of intentions.”

“Then I’m sure it’s fine, and the Lord always rewards those with good intentions,” Sarah said, trying to reassure the coed.

“You look even prettier today in a dress, Mrs. Wilkins,” Bree complimented, the big tits more noticeable, although still not highlighted like they should be. If you have big tits: flaunt them. If you have a great ass: frame it. If you have great legs: showcase them with skirts and nylons that accentuate them.

“Thank you, you’re too kind,” Sarah said, enjoying the flattery from the pretty young woman.

“I mean you look hot,” Bree corrected herself. “It’s good to see you not hiding those great cannons behind sweaters.”

“Oh my, Bree,” Sarah gasped, shocked by the young lady’s blunt words about her embarrassingly evident pair of… you know.

“If you got ’em, flaunt ’em, I always say,” Bree said, before leaning in and murmuring, “that’s why I always wear thigh high stockings, to showcase my legs.”

Sarah had noticed that for the last few years her daughter had been wearing thigh high stockings too, and she’d even considered buying herself a pair… but figured what was the point… her husband would never notice.

Sarah admitted, “I noticed Kimberly wears them too.”

“And,” Bree said, giving the first of many orders to her pet-to-be, “I expect you to be wearing them when I come over to your house next time.”

“You do, do you?” Sarah questioned playfully, intrigued by this young, forward woman who always made her feel young again.

“I do,” Bree nodded, before adding, “and I expect you to dress to impress. Showcase those tits and that ass.”

Bree, having learned over the past two years when to push and be aggressive and when to leave the prey craving more, then immediately walked away… confident she’d gotten the MILF in a tizzy.

Sarah watched the girl walk away, noticing how Bree’s skirt was barely long enough to hide her lace hold ups and also how it hugged her curves perfectly as the coed definitely knew how to flaunt her assets.

Later on, as Sarah walked into the sanctuary, she saw Bree sitting with Kimberly and couldn’t help but notice the tops of her stockings were in clear view, as the pretty girl had her legs crossed. Oh, to be young again, she sighed to herself.

During the hymns the entire parish sang, Bree teased Kimberly relentlessly by whispering her own adapted lyrics to traditional worship hymns.

It started when Bree changed the third verse of ‘Holy, Holy, Holy’ as she whispered in her ear:

Holy, holy, holy! though the slut awakens Thee,

Though the eye of the sinful slut Thy lez of glee;

Only Thou art slutty, there are many just like Thee,

Perfect in pussy munching and ecstasy.

Then she wickedly changed the first verse of ‘Fight the Good Night’, making her pet’s cheeks burn red with naughtiness and embarrassment:

Suck the hard clit with all thy might;

Christ is thy orgasm, that reaches thy height;

Lay hold of my cum, and you shall be

Thy slut and pet eternally.

Bree then changed the words to the classic ‘Amazing Grace’, even though she struggled to make it flow:

Amazing lez, how sweet the taste,

That saved a wretch like you.

You once were lost but now in haste,

Once straight, but now you’re not.

Bree whispered, after the last line, “Sorry, I know, it doesn’t rhyme.”

Kimberly just shook her head, entertained by Bree’s wickedness… as she made church provocative for once. Kimberly had heard and sung these hymns so many times she didn’t even read the words in the hymnal… but these new versions had her distracted and even had her pussy beginning to dampen. That wetness was enhanced when Bree slyly slapped her pussy through her dress as ‘Did You Feel the Mountains Tremble?’ began. Bree, of course, changed some of those lyrics too, really enjoying to ad-lib:

Did you feel the mountains tremble?

Did you hear the Mistress roar?

When the people rose to sing of

Mistress please give me more.

The last hymn sung was one of Kimberly’s favourites, ‘Hungry’, which she definitely was as Bree continued to make even church a place of sin:

Hungry, I come to you

For I know you satisfy

I am empty, but I know

Your cum does not run dry

So I wait for you

So I wait for you

I’m falling on my knees

Offering all of me

Bree, you’re all this pet is living for.

“Oh, God,” Kimberly said, as Bree’s hot breath blew in her ear and Kimberly declared the Lord’s name in church in ways she’d never heard before.

“Are my new lyrics true?” Bree asked, as she again tapped her pet’s clit through her dress, knowing her pet was, as required by herself, sans underwear in the house of the Lord.

“Yessss,” Kimberly replied, flustered and horny, with a moan louder than she meant it to be, making a few other congregants glance at her reprovingly. “Yes to our saviour,” she added quickly, to hide the real reason for her outburst of pleasure.

Others joined in agreement… parishioners the ultimate mindless followers… oblivious to what they were really celebrating.

Once the hymn ended, Bree sat down first and reached her hand under Kimberly to poke up a finger with wicked intent.

As Kimberly sat down, Bree’s finger went between her cheeks through her dress, and she yelped out loud.

Bree slyly moved her hand away just before many congregants, including her mother, looked over at the red-faced Minister’s daughter.

During the service, Bree focused on Sarah as she zoned out the Minister, who was droning on about redemption. While pondering the MILF, her pussy tingled with anticipation and she whispered, “Your father’s office. Two minutes.”

Before Kimberly could do more than blink, Bree had left.

Kimberly sighed; people would notice her walking out of her father’s sermon. Yet she sure wasn’t going to disobey Bree. Bree was a gentle, caring Mistress, but she could also be very vengeful if she felt disrespected. She took a deep breath and after a minute, she headed out as her Dad exhorted everyone to, “Resist the temptation. It will only lead you down a road you won’t be able to control.”

Kimberly couldn’t help but smirk at the all too true words her father was speaking to his parishioners, unaware that his sweet daughter had long ago been tempted and eaten the apple to its core.

Once Kimberly entered her father’s office, she locked the door and shook her head. Bree was on her father’s desk, her legs already spread as she rubbed a crucifix up and down her pussy lips.

“That is so wrong,” Kimberly reproved with grudging admiration, as she watched the end of the cross disappear inside her Mistress.

“What?” Bree asked, as the feet of Jesus entered her, “I’m just trying to get Jesus in me… that is what your father was preaching about.”

“You are so going to hell,” Kimberly said, even as she licked her lips as she walked up to her naughty Mistress.

“Well, then come and lick my inferno,” the quick-witted Bree responded.

“We’re probably both going to hell,” Kimberly said playfully, “if so, can we hold hands and skip all the way there? Naked?” She dropped to her knees and between the legs of her Mistress in her father’s church office.

Bree pulled the soaked crucifix out of her pussy and offered it to her kneeling pet.

Kimberly felt slight guilt at this inappropriate use of the religious icon but opened her mouth and sucked her Mistress’ cum off of it.

“Ready for your baptism?” Bree asked, as she pulled the crucifix out of her pet’s mouth and placed it on the desk.

“My baptism of fire?” Kimberly asked, playing with the earlier word ‘inferno’.

“Well, I’m on fire at the moment,” Bree said, before adding, just as Kimberly’s tongue touched her wetness, “with the idea of my next MILF turn.”

As she licked, Kimberly wondered who that could be. Kimberly had only once been involved in a MILF seduction with Bree (assisting with Professor Garceau in Secret Santa) and that had been a lot of fun… it had filled her with anxiety… but it was definitely fun.

Bree asked a few seconds later, as Kimberly’s tongue parted her wet sea, “Do you want to know who it is? She’s here at church today.”

Kimberly indeed did. There were so many pretty older women here. Could it be Mrs. Queenston, a British woman who was rather uppity and could use being knocked down a few pegs? Could it be Mrs. Swenson, a younger wife in her thirties with two kids, and who still had milk in her huge titties? Could it be the prim and proper choir leader Mrs. Garcia, who also could and should be knocked down a few notches? Kimberly could have listed another dozen members of the community that Bree could seduce, so she admitted, “Yes, very much.”

As Kimberly licked her wet box, Bree said, “There are quite a few pretentious Bible thumpers here who need to understand there are some of God’s perfect creations they should be tasting and worshipping.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Kimberly concurred, Mrs. Kort also popping into her head… a pretty but chubby woman who was constantly spreading around malicious gossip about others.

“But this woman isn’t one of those,” Bree revealed. “No, this one is sweet like molasses, pure as freshly dropped snow and in a desperate need for a makeover.”

Kimberly joked, “Sounds like my mother.” Then, as she went back to licking and Bree didn’t say anything, she realized it wasn’t a joke. Bree is planning to seduce my mother! She froze.

Bree finally spoke, enjoying the look of shock on her pet’s face, “Don’t you think your Mom could use a little of God’s homemade creation?”

Kimberly looked up with fear in her eyes. “Please, no.”

“Are you saying I’m not worthy of your mother?” Bree challenged sharply.

“No, no, not that,” Kimberly quickly apologized. “It’s just that I don’t want her knowing I’ve strayed so far from her and Dad’s version of God’s way.”

Bree laughed, smiling at the pet’s innocence… considering all that she herself had done to stray from many people’s version of God’s way. “Oh my pet, I actually think I’ll be doing the opposite. I’ll be leading your mother to discover her true purpose, and to feast on the most beautiful thing our Lord ever created… pussy. Specifically, my pussy.”

“I don’t know,” Kimberly said.

“Don’t worry, my pet,” Bree smiled. “Out of all the MILFs I’ve turned, no one needs it more than your mother. She’s so repressed she doesn’t even know how desperately she needs to be baptized by pussy.”

Kimberly agreed, “Well, I do think she feels lonely a lot, so she definitely could use an awakening.”

“And I plan to give it to her,” Bree said, as she guided Kimberly back to her pussy.

A few minutes later the two coeds returned to the church service: Bree glowing in the aftermath of a great orgasm, while Kimberly’s face had the gleam of being coated with the sweetest white wine… and here in church no one would ever guess the real reason Bree’s face was glowing and Kim’s face was shiny.

Once the seemingly interminable sermon was finally over, the choir broke out into ‘Happy Day’. Bree smiled as she laughed and whispered, “I don’t even have to change a word of this one, do I, my pet?”

Kimberly shook her head No, as she mused over the chorus that was now going to be forever changed in message:

Oh, happy day, happy day

You washed my sins away

Oh, happy day, happy day

I’ll never be the same

Forever I am changed

After the service, Bree was sipping on a juice when Mrs. Wilkins walked over to her, again feeling compelled to tell her how happy she was to have her come to church today… and yet also wanting to speak to her about how their last conversation had ended. “I’m thrilled you could make it today, Bree.”

Bree smiled, knowing that the MILF coming to her improved the likelihood of a quick seduction. This woman was desperately looking for something, even though she likely didn’t know it.

“I do love to thrill,” Bree responded, before she asked, “So I expect you to go shopping this afternoon for some thigh highs, Sarah,” Bree subtly shifting from the formal version of her name to one more casual.

Mrs. Wilkins was surprised to be called ‘Sarah’. No one called her Sarah at church… even the elders and senior parishioners all called her Mrs. Wilkins. She responded, “I may do that one day soon. Although I’m not sure what good it will do,” she said, as she glanced to her oblivious husband talking to a large donor of the church.

Bree smiled, seeing this was going to be even easier than she’d thought. She didn’t say No, and she was feeling neglected by her husband. “Does the Minister neglect you, Sarah?”

“What? Um, no,” Sarah tried to cover her annoyance, as this was neither a conversation to have at church, nor with one of her daughter’s friends.

“I think he does. And that’s a shame. A beautiful woman like you with a pretty smile, piercing eyes, toned legs, a fine ass and voluptuous tatas deserves to be worshipped,” Bree paused for dramatic effect before she continued, leaning in to whisper in the MILF’s ear, “As do I.”

Sarah gasped. Was Bree hitting on her?

Bree, knowing she had her prey reeling, added, with a firm tone, “I expect you to be in thigh highs, nothing bargain basement, but sheer silk ones, when I stop by for coffee tomorrow at two.”

Ofttimes Bree would ask the pet-to-be ‘is that clear?’ to drill in the expectations, but this time she simply turned and walked away, wanting to leave the MILF confused and horny.

Sarah watched Bree walking away while her brain and body fought with each other. Her vagina was undeniably wet, the coed’s hot breath having sent tremors of warmth through her very being, although her brain countered that what she’d just said was incredibly inappropriate.

Before she had time to process what just transpired, Mrs. Hamilton came out of nowhere and asked her, “Are you okay?”

“What? Yes, I’m fine. And how are you?” Sarah covered, desperately shifting from sexually confused to her usual role of gregarious Minister’s wife.

“You’re all flushed, Mrs. Wilkins,” Mrs. Hamilton said.

“Am I?” Sarah asked, feeling the heat burning in her cheeks and her vagina burning, and even leaking slightly.

“Are you feeling under the weather?”

“Yes, maybe I am,” Sarah nodded, as she saw Bree now speaking with her daughter. Then a lightbulb went on. Is there something sexual going on between Bree and my daughter? It didn’t seem possible. Kimberly was a good girl. Maybe she was reading more into the odd conversation with Bree than was really there.

“Mrs. Wilkins, did you hear me?”

Sarah shook her head, realizing she hadn’t heard a word Mrs. Hamilton had spoken. “I’m so sorry, I really am not feeling well. I need to excuse myself.”

“I can see that, dear. Go get some rest,” Mrs. Hamilton suggested.

“Yes, a nap may do me good,” Sarah nodded.

“They always do wonders for me.”

Sarah glanced back to where Bree and her daughter had been conversing, but they were gone. She took a deep breath and headed for the office to get a glass of water and some time alone to replay the last few minutes.

Outside, Bree told Kimberly, after retelling her pet the entire conversation, “Your mother will be munching my box before dinnertime tomorrow. Actually, maybe I’ll be her dinner.”

“I can’t believe it,” Kimberly said, feeling both nervous at the idea of her Mom being turned, and also kind of excited, as she’d been lying about her sexuality and why she hadn’t had dates with any boys for a little over two years.

“It’s a guarantee,” Bree promised, confident she’d turn another pet tomorrow.

Inside, Sarah was at her husband’s desk after having downed a whole glass of water and replaying the conversation in her mind. No matter how she tried to reinterpret the words of the coed, they seemed sexual. Sure, she enjoyed the compliments… except from other ladies at church, she never got compliments. Sure, she found there was something about Bree that drew her in… but it wasn’t about sex, Sarah wasn’t a lesbian. Sure, her pussy was burning, but that was more about a conversation than about sex… something she was never involved in.

Yet, no matter how hard the MILF tried, she couldn’t get past two burning questions:

1. 1. Was Bree hitting on her?

1. 1. Were Bree and her daughter in a secret lesbian relationship?

Either way her pussy was burning, and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. The minister’s wife moved her hand under the desk, under her skirt, inside her pantyhose and panties and to her very, very wet vagina.

Sara closed her eyes and began rubbing her clit, trying to quickly get herself off so she could begin thinking straight again.

As she rubbed her fevered pussy, Bree popped back into her head. The conversation replayed over and over like a rerun, particularly her words, ‘I think he does. And that’s a shame. A beautiful woman like you with a pretty smile, piercing eyes, toned legs, a fine ass and voluptuous tatas deserves to be worshipped… as do I.’

In less than two minutes, Sarah’s orgasm ripped through her… an orgasm way more powerful than her usual ones, the rare ones at home with her fingers… and she’d never had an orgasm from sex… only after her husband was done would she finish herself off once he was asleep and snoring five minutes after the furrow was plowed and the seed was sown.

As Sarah sat there for a few minutes in the afterglow of a self-gained orgasm, she wondered about tomorrow. Was Bree really coming over? Was she really expecting her to be dressed up sexy and wearing thigh highs? And why, why, oh why, did she feel compelled to do just that?

Maybe it was that Sarah never got to dress up in anything other than conservative church attire. Even the rare times she went out with her husband to formal events… they were always church formal events… and thus still required conservative church attire.

Although the stifled woman wasn’t convinced she’d wear such clothing for whatever reason Bree was coming over tomorrow, the conversation had convinced her it was time to reclaim her womanhood… it was time to go and buy a few things that would make her feel good about herself… would make her feel sexy.

So instead of going home from church (her husband never left the church on Sunday until late in the evening), Sarah went shopping. She drove across to the other side of the city to do it, though. Although she was excited to buy something new, something sexy, she didn’t want any church members seeing her and starting some gossip.

Sarah bought a couple of outfits. One, a gorgeous, and more expensive than she should have bought, red cocktail dress that she planned on wearing when she made her husband take her out for a fancy supper… her birthday was in two weeks. Two, a black skirt substantially shorter than her below-the-knee-and-often-down-to-her-ankles skirts she wore for church, with a blue blouse that was two sizes smaller than the tents she usually wore. If Bree wants me to show off my ‘tatas’, this should do it… and even so, it isn’t any more daring than half the women in town wear all the time. Admiring herself in the mirror wearing the black skirt and blue blouse, she looked really good… like she had back in college some two decades ago… she hadn’t gained any weight over those years, having an amazing metabolism and enjoying going to the gym.

Sarah did notice though, that both outfits were missing one must-have accessory: heels. So, once she’d purchased the two outfits, she headed to a shoe store where she bought a nice four-inch pair of pumps… which were two inches higher than anything in her rather barren shoe rack at the moment.

Lastly, Sarah ventured into a lingerie shop. She went there looking for thigh highs, thinking it might be exciting to wear one or two sexier garments under her clothing… even under her church attire. But as soon as she saw the silky, sexy panties, she knew she was going to keep spending. She bought a half-dozen pairs of panties, even including a thong. She thought, My husband may have a coronary if he sees me in such underwear! She then also bought three pairs of silky thigh high stockings in black, beige and white. Bree had suggested she go for quality, and she did.

As Sarah was heading for the till to pay, she noticed a sex toy section in the store. It made her pause. She’d never had a sex toy before… not even back in college. Yet suddenly she wanted in. Yet, she had no idea even where to start. She spent a good fifteen minutes reading boxes, then googling reviews for each item she thought she might like (She always read reviews before buying pretty much anything over fifty bucks… years of being frugal to build the church had become also how she ran the home expenses… although today she’d gone a bit crazy and had way overspent on clothes, dresses and underwear already).

In the end, the eternally bored housewife bought a Soraya (a rabbit-style dual action vibrator for pleasure inside and outside) and, because she hadn’t received any oral sex since college, her husband believing oral sex was dirty and a sin (because ‘How in Heaven’s Name could a couple make a baby that way?’), she purchased a weird looking toy called an Ora (a massager that simulates long, seductive swirls that create intense pulsations on and around the clitoris… with ten different patterns for variety; Sarah felt good and ready to experience some variety).

All the drive home, Sarah was excited about trying out one or both of the new toys she’d purchased. As she approached her driveway, she recognized Bree’s car already there… in her normal spot. She parked in front of the house.

She didn’t want anyone to see her bags, even though the sex toy bag was discreet, so she went around to the back of the house. As she did though, she encountered Bree and Kimberly on the back deck… Bree sitting on a lawn chair while her daughter was on her knees massaging Bree’s nylon-clad feet.

“Hi Sarah, been out shopping?” Bree asked, acting casual as if it wasn’t odd to have her feet being massaged by a friend.

“Um, yeah,” Sarah said, a bit confused by what she was witnessing.

“What did you buy?” Bree asked, standing up in her stocking feet.

“Um, just a couple new outfits,” Sarah replied vaguely, as Bree walked (stalked?) towards her.

“Can I see?”

“Um, well, I also bought some new underwear and stuff,” Sarah added. “You know, personal things,” trying to dissuade the twenty-year-old from being nosy.

“Sexy underwear?” Bree asked, deliberately missing the point, reaching the discombobulated MILF.

Kimberly remained on her knees watching her Mistress at her craft… already in awe at the impact Bree was having on her Mom… who was clearly rattled. It was like watching a reality TV show in person.

“Um, maybe a little,” Sarah answered, feeling so awkward.

“Can I see?” Bree asked. “I love sexy underwear.” She paused before adding, “On the rare occasion I wear any at all.”

“Oh, Bree,” Sarah said, thinking she was kidding.

Bree took a bag and opened it. Sarah was thankful it wasn’t the one with the toys.

“Very nice, Sarah,” Bree nodded, “I imagine you’ll look really sexy and fuckable in these.”

“Bree!” Sarah gasped.

Kimberly’s eyes went wide. Her mother didn’t tolerate inappropriate language.

“What?” Bree countered. “You are one fuckable MILF, Sarah. I hope you know that, don’t you?”

“Bree, this conversation is so inappropriate,” Sarah objected, snatching the bag back.

“Telling a beautiful woman the truth isn’t a sin,” Bree countered.

“But your choice of language is,” Sarah pointed out.

Bree countered again, as she reached for the other two bags, “Where does the Bible say that? Is there an Eleventh Commandment I missed? ‘Thou shalt not tell a fuckable woman that she is one’?”

Sarah was astonished by Bree’s uncensored words as she pulled all the bags away.

“Let me see,” Bree ordered.

“I need to put these away and do a load of laundry,” Sarah said, “I can’t wear any of them until I wash them.”

Bree smiled, letting her go, knowing that tomorrow was the day of reckoning, “I’m looking forward to seeing what you bought. Please wear a selection for me tomorrow.”

Bree then went back to the lounge chair.

Sarah watched as her daughter casually resumed massaging Bree’s feet. Sarah quickly headed into the house, rattled by yet another strange encounter with the pretty enigma named Bree.

In her bedroom, Sarah furtively hid her toys (not trusting Bree to stay away from her bedroom), removed all the tags from the clothing and took it downstairs to wash it. As she did, she wondered about her daughter and Bree. It was becoming more and more clear that Kimberly was going along with Bree’s slightest whims, and who knew how far they were going in private? She needed to stop it.

After the laundry was started, she went upstairs and back outside to talk to Bree. She’d been rattled by her aggressiveness, but she now knew she had to deal with the situation before it got even more out of hand.

Unfortunately, both girls were gone when she got outside.

Sarah sighed and returned into the house, still unsure what Bree’s intentions towards her were.

Sarah was also super horny.

She went upstairs, pulled out the vibrator and went to her bed. She removed her outfit, including her cheap pantyhose and ugly underwear (thinking she wouldn’t be wearing either of those ever again), kept on her bra even though that wasn’t anything to shout about either, got onto her bed, turned on the Soraya vibrator and started rubbing it up and down her very wet pussy lips.

“Oh, God,” Sarah moaned, the vibrations creating a pleasure she hadn’t known existed. She then realized she’d used the Lord’s name in an impious way. Yet the pleasure was so amazing, she was too curious not to plow ahead and see what insertion would feel like.

Sarah closed her eyes and slid the vibrating toy inside her.

“Oh my God,” she screamed, the pleasures multiplying exponentially once it was inside her, while another arm vibrated on her clit.

In seconds, the neglected housewife came like she never had before. She screamed again, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” as her orgasm hit her… a word she’d never used since she was giving birth to her daughter.

Sarah pulled the magic machine out less than a minute after inserting it, even as her entire body continued in intense spasms. Her orgasm wasn’t over and the toy was still vibrating in her hand as she lay there trembling, when her door burst open and Kimberly cried out, “Mom, are you okay?”

Kimberly gasped when she saw her Mom obviously in the aftermath of self-pleasure.

“Oh, my,” Bree smiled, walking in behind Kimberly, as Sarah tried to cover herself up. “I see you’re worshipping your own body, Sarah. That’s awesome: we all need a cleansing sometimes.”

Sarah finally managed to struggle under her tangled sheets and was maniacally pressing what just had to be the Off button repeatedly as it cycled through different sounds and vibrations before it finally shut off.

Kim stared at her Mom in shock… both at what she’d just been doing and how amazing the sight of her nearly unclothed body had been before she’d climbed under the sheet… she normally hid her charms very well.

“Could you girls please leave and give me some privacy?” Sarah demanded, mortified at getting caught.

“Oh, Sarah, there’s no shame in fucking yourself to orgasm using today’s technology. Men are utterly useless, other than for procreation,” Bree opined loftily, also very impressed with the MILF’s body.

“Just… leave,” Sarah begged, utterly humiliated.

“Sorry, Mom,” Kimberly apologized, “We heard you screaming… and even cursing… so we just knew you must have hurt yourself.”

“Yeah, we just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Bree concurred, before leering, “and obviously you’re very, very okay.”

The girls left as Sarah lay there exhausted, her body still trembling and completely disgraced. “How the fu… on earth am I going to explain that away?” she said to herself out loud.

The mother quickly cleaned up and tidied the bed, put her new toy away under the mattress, and went to have a long, hot shower to wash away her sin… she’d been tempted and had given in, and God’s Wrath had been immediate. She couldn’t allow herself ever to be that weak again.

Sarah wanted all night to ask Kimberly about her relationship with Bree, but she couldn’t find the words.

Thus, it was Monday morning, around eleven, Sarah’s husband already at the church as always, Kimberly at her summer job until at least four, when she got a text.

Be home at 2 for a visit.

I expect to see you in your new attire.

Bree

Sarah sighed, as she’d already obeyed this order by accident… mostly. She’d been thinking of Bree’s stated expectations from yesterday all morning as she did her daily chores… dressed in a new pair of sexy panties which she really enjoyed, a pair of beige thigh highs and one of her longer sundresses that easily hid the lace top stockings.

Before Sarah could respond and say she didn’t think it was a good idea, Bree texted again:

I want to see one of your new outfits.

It’s time you left 1954 behind and entered 2019!

And of course, thigh highs and the thong you bought!!!

Sarah couldn’t believe how upfront this young lady was being. Sure, she’d enjoyed all the flattery. But being told what to do by a girl half her age… and her daughter’s close friend at that, was going too far.

Sarah texted back:

I’m not sure your coming over is a good idea.

Sarah stared at the phone for a long time, waiting for a response from Bree, but it never came.

Bree smiled as she ate breakfast, having slept in until just fifteen minutes ago. She wasn’t going to respond to the text from the confused MILF. She knew the best way to complete a seduction was to keep the prey off balance. She’d issued clear instructions, and now she could just let those instructions and the implications that went with them marinate for a while.

Bree expected the MILF to obey the instructions even though she wasn’t completely sure she would. But whether she did or not, Bree knew that by 2:15… 2:30 at the latest… the MILF would be between her legs tasting her first pussy… at least Bree assumed it would be her first pussy, some variables weren’t predictable.

Sarah stared at the phone for a good ten minutes before putting it down and making lunch. Her husband would be home soon for it… he may not pay much attention to her, he may be completely oblivious to her sudden sexual awakening, but he did expect her to do the 1950’s version of wifedom: clean the house, raise the children (although that was no longer necessary) and feed him three good meals a day.

Sarah turned her ringer off, not wanting a text to beep during lunch, he may get suspicious as she very seldom got texts… except from Kimberly… he still didn’t even own a cell (he hated modern technology… which was why they didn’t have cable or satellite). Once their lunch was eaten, Sarah, horny for reasons she couldn’t explain, but she credited the sexy panties and nylons for it, asked, “Why don’t you stay home this afternoon?”

“I can’t. I’ve got a sermon to write,” he said.

Sarah sighed. He always had a sermon to write. Trying to make her intentions clear, she put her hand on his leg and said, “It’s only Monday, and Sunday is six days away. Why don’t you take a break and stay home, and we can find something to do.”

“Sarah, control yourself. It’s the middle of the day,” he said, standing up.

Sarah stood up too, was about to say something desperate about her needs, but flagged out and didn’t. Instead she said, “Sorry dear, I was just trying to spice up our relationship a little.”

This seemed to soften him. He said, “I know I’ve been overly busy lately. But I’m going on that three-week speaking tour next week, and I’m a little stressed about not being ready. But once I’m back, we really should have a date night.”

Sarah nodded, “That would be great. We don’t spend nearly enough time together.”

He nodded, “I promise. As soon as I’m back. But this is big for the church.”

“I know,” Sarah said. There was always something big for the church.

Once her husband was gone, she sat at the table and wept. He’d even planned a long trip that coincided with her birthday! Yes, she loved him. Yes, he loved her… she knew that. But only knowing it wasn’t enough anymore. She wanted him to show it… physically. And sometime sooner than a fu… a blasted month from now!

Sarah looked at the clock, having forgotten that Bree could be over in an hour. She texted her again:

I’m sorry Bree, but I’m just not up for company.

As she finished putting the leftovers away from lunch, she hoped Bree had received the message.

Just as the upset wife was putting the final dish away, the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock: it was only 1:04, that couldn’t be Bree already. She dried her hands and went to answer the door. She wished she had a peephole so she could check who it was, but she didn’t. She opened the door and was surprised to see Bree standing there.

Bree came in, took her by the shoulders and said, “I could tell by your text you were upset, so I rushed right over.”

Sarah thought, How could she tell that from a short text? But instead she expressed what she felt was more important, “Bree, I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be here.”

Bree ignored her protests like she always ignored the feeble protests of a prey about to fall whether they knew it or not, and she said, certain that the MILF had been crying, “I knew it! Your eyes are swollen, and you’re upset. You need someone to bring you back up.”

“I’m fine,” Sarah lied, breaking away from Bree’s apparently earnest grasp and closing the door.

“No one is ever ‘fine’ when they say they’re ‘fine’,” Bree countered, using her fingers to make quotation marks each time she said the word ‘fine’.

“Okay, I’m not fine, but I’ll be okay,” Sarah corrected, both impressed and intimidated by the way Bree could read her.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for years, isn’t it, Sarah?” Bree argued, “You keep thinking it will get better, that he will start paying attention to you when he isn’t so busy… yet he’s always busy. And every time one excuse winds down, another one begins and the cycle continues.”

Sarah was in utter awe. That pretty much summarised the last decade of her marriage.

Bree continued, walking back up to the MILF, who was clearly shocked at her accuracy, “We women need to stick together. Only a woman truly knows what another woman needs, craves, and desires.”

Sarah could feel her cheeks burn. Bree was now standing less than a foot away from her and the look in her eyes left no doubt of her intentions. Sarah lied, “I’m very happy in my marriage.”

“Isn’t lying a sin?” Bree asked, always able to see through a lie, especially such a poorly delivered one. Bree knew she’d slyly reawakened a sexual fire that had long flamed out, and she knew she needed to add some kindling to that fire to make it burn brightly.

“Bree, you’re making me uncomfortable,” Sarah said, her pussy dampening for reasons she couldn’t explain.

“Why? Because I speak the truth?” Bree responded, knowing that she had to stay on the full offensive while this woman’s defenses were down and she was vulnerable.

“Because you’re half my age,” Sarah pointed out.

“And I’m seasoned well beyond my years,” Bree countered. “I’ve helped many women your age out of their repressive sexual shells to discover their true sexuality and their true natural submissive selves.”

Sarah was overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe the confidence of this young lady, nor her aggressive behaviour. Sarah stammered, “Y-y-you w-want to help me out of a s-s-sexual sh-shell? I-I-I’m not a lesbian.”

“I never said you were,” Bree responded. “I’m not a lesbian either… well, not completely. But sexuality isn’t about labelling; it’s about exploring, discovering and experiencing… only through experimental experience can you come to grips with the full breadth of your sexuality… whether it be straight, gay, bi or otherwise.”

Sarah was speechless. What could ‘otherwise’ possibly mean? But a lot of what Bree was saying made sense as she had discovered in less than a minute yesterday with her new sex toy. Pleasure was a lot more than intercourse with a partner with the sole purpose of reproduction. Yet, she still knew that this conversation could only lead to sin… thus even though her vagina was on fire, she pointed out, grasping at straws, “You’re my daughter’s friend.”

“Actually,” Bree corrected her, “I’m your daughter’s Mistress.”

“Mistress?” Sarah asked, even though that shouldn’t have surprised her… she’d suspected there could be some sex going on between the two, and it explained the foot massaging yesterday, but the use of the term ‘Mistress’ was shocking.

“Yes, her Mistress,” Bree repeated. “Kimberly is one of my pets.”

“Pets?” Sarah repeated, sounding like a parrot, her head spinning with the flood of shocking revelations being given her.

Bree asked, “Are you wearing the thong as I instructed?”

“No,” Sarah answered, as she helplessly watched Bree hiking her dress up.

“But you are wearing the thigh highs,” Bree approved. “Good girl,” she nodded, giving the prey some positive reinforcement for obeying.

“Bree, your expectations are completely inexcusable,” Sarah said, as she pushed the girl’s hand away.

Bree usually would shift to autoreactive at this point and scold the pet-to-be for disobeying an order and for pushing her away, yet she knew this was a different kind of seduction. One that wasn’t only about Bree’s pleasure, although that was a given, it was mainly about liberating a beautiful but insecure woman from the invisible chains that were repressing her and holding her back from the true joys of life… sex in all its forms.

So instead, Bree asked, “Sarah, is your cunt wet right now?”

“Young woman, I will not allow that kind of language in my home,” Sarah scolded, trying to maintain control and decorum while avoiding the question.

“‘Cunt’ is just a word, as are ‘pussy’ or ‘fuck’,” Bree explained, not backing down. “They’re simple body parts or actions… only prudes or right-wing extremists make them into a big deal.”

Sarah couldn’t believe how Bree had an answer for everything, and how she spoke like she was far older than she was. She said, “Well in my home, we don’t use such language.”

Bree shrugged, “Fine. Is your vagina wet?”

“Okay, the language is better, but it’s still an inappropriate question,” Sarah responded.

“It’s a simple one-word answer,” Bree countered. “And it’s not even an impolite word.”

“Bree, I really think you should leave,” Sarah said, knowing she was losing control and needed this conversation to end now.

“I don’t believe you really want me to leave, Sarah,” Bree continued. “And I know your wet cunt doesn’t want me to leave.”

“Enough!” Sarah said strongly, raising her voice.

Bree, of course, wasn’t rattled by exhortations… especially ones that were used to obfuscate the truth. Bree instead smiled, “Tell you what, Sarah. If your vagina, pussy, cunt, box, fuck-hole, twat, kitty, or whatever you want to call it is completely dry right now, I’ll leave and never bother you again… but if your privates are leaking into your new panties, then you’re going to stop this pretentious façade of respectability and denial and you’ll drop to your knees and await further instructions as I lead you to the promised land of sexual liberation.”

Sarah’s eyes went big. This girl didn’t back down. This girl was confident. This girl could read her completely. Her panties were drenched. She was so horny she could barely think straight.

Bree recognised the look in her prey’s eyes: utter confusion. Bree also knew this was the moment for her to take action. She placed both her hands on the MILF’s shoulders and gently pushed.

Sarah felt the hands on her shoulders and the gentle shove downward. Sarah could have easily pushed the hands away again, easily remained standing against the light pressure, yet she felt her legs give out and she slowly, like a leaf falling from a tree, fell to the floor.

Bree smiled as she watched the MILF drop.

“Good girl,” Bree again reinforced once her prey was on her knees in front of her.

Sarah kept her gaze directed at the floor; staring at Bree’s feet in nylons and her red painted toenails… which looked super cute showcased so perfectly in the mocha coloured nylons. She was so confused about what was going on, her emotions were spinning inside her like a tornado.

“Look up at me, my pet,” Bree ordered, strategically calling her this term for the first time.

A chill went up the MILF’s back at being addressed as a ‘pet’. She couldn’t explain it as it was beyond her experience, but the term seemed to fit. She slowly, nervously, looked up at this girl half her age.

“Today we begin your journey to self-discovery,” Bree said. “Are you ready to begin that journey, my pet?” Bree asked, establishing the hierarchy between them.

“I don’t know,” Sarah answered, unsure what lay ahead and still struggling with the expectations that she was supposed to be a mother, a church wife and should be setting an example for the youth of today.

“I think you do, my pet,” Bree continued, wanting Sarah to give in on her own accord. Oh sure, Bree could easily capitalise on her confusion to make her become a cunt-munching slave right here, right now, but this time she really wanted to see the pet comprehend the path ahead and agree to proceed on her own… to accept on her own that she needed a Mistress… to acknowledge on her own that she wanted to explore her sexuality. “You simply have to accept your own desires.”

Sarah’s head continued to spin… to the point it began to hurt. What did being a pet even mean? Did she really want to have lesbian sex with a coed? Did she truly want or perhaps even need a Mistress? Sure, she was horny. Sure, she found Bree intoxicating. Yet the line she was being encouraged to and yes, that she was even considering crossing, was a dangerous one on a number of counts: she’d be cheating on her husband, she’d be committing a sin, she’d be having sex with a parishioner and a close friend of her daughter’s. Yet… yet… yet… her loins were begging for attention. Yesterday’s brief surrender to lust had awakened a side of her she never knew existed, and this new side was begging for more of that pleasure.

Bree, knowing the prey was confused, bewildered and frozen in indecision, decided to up the ante of temptation as she unwrapped her skirt and revealed a couple of things: she wasn’t wearing any panties, but she was wearing an eight-inch strap-on around her waist.

Sarah’s eyes went big. Bree was wearing a penis! A big, thick penis! A gush of wetness flooded her panties at the sight of it, and the obvious intentions the young woman had for using it.

“Go ahead, my pet,” Bree purred, as she lifted her t-shirt over her head to reveal she also wasn’t wearing a bra, “Do what comes naturally.”

Sarah knew she should get up and walk away. Perhaps she should even flee upstairs and lock herself in her bedroom.

Sarah knew that leaning forward and taking that phallus into her mouth would lead to consequences completely beyond her control.

Yet, she also knew she wasn’t the one in control of her decisions anymore. Bree’s presence here today and her temptation wasn’t really a temptation at all, but it was a calling. God had brought Bree to her. God always knew what she needed and when she needed it. And this was obviously part of the Lord’s plan.

Allowing her body to take control, she leaned forward, opened her mouth and took the cock between her lips.

“Good girl,” Bree purred, loving the moment of victory… whether it be an aggressive domination or an intimate decision. The moment where the prey officially became the pet… the beautiful moment of surrender.

Sarah began sucking, her mouth and body moving to auto control where her brain shut off and she allowed herself to be completely controlled by the lust inside her.

“Do you want to be fucked, my pet?” Bree asked, after a couple of minutes of watching the MILF suck on the cock.

Sarah moaned on the phallus as she kept sucking.

Bree of course wanted to hear a declaration, so she pulled the cock out and repeated, “Do you want to be fucked, my pet?”

Sarah looked up at the young woman, lust now prominent in her eyes and body, and admitted, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Bree asked, wanting to hear the word ‘fuck’ come from the mouth of the demure, conservative woman.

“Yes, I want you to…” Sarah paused, struggling to find the right word to say.

“Fuck,” Bree repeated, “the word is fuck.”

Sarah sighed softly. She never swore. Yet she did want that penis inside her. She did want to be taken. So she said the phrase Bree expected her to say with no nicer words, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl. And with what?”

“That penis,” Sarah said, mindlessly reaching for it and stroking it… as she thought to herself that it was way bigger than her husband’s, and even bigger than the toy that had rocked her world yesterday.

“Do you mean this cock?”

“Yes,” Sarah corrected, wanting that phallus in her fevered furrow, “Yes, I want that cock.”

“And where do you want me to fuck you with this big cock?” Bree asked, loving to watch the prim and proper woman become controlled by lust.

“My vagina,” Sarah said, before correcting, “…no, my pussy.”

“Remove your dress, bra and panties, my pet,” Bree ordered.

Sarah stood up and, hands trembling, pulled the dress over her head.

“You have a beautiful body, my pet,” Bree complimented. “It’s a real shame you’ve hidden it away for all these years.”

“Thank you,” Sarah replied, enjoying the compliment as she unclasped her bra.

“And fuck, those are some perfect tits,” Bree approved, as she walked up to her pet and cupped the voluptuous breasts. “How do you keep these so firm?”

“The gym,” Sarah admitted with a moan, as Bree bent down and sucked a nipple into her mouth.

Bree rarely gave pleasure to her pets, other than a hard pussy or ass pounding, or sometimes both simultaneously, but she did love tits, and these were a perfect pair. She sucked on the other nipple too, listening to the MILF’s breathing increase.

“Doesn’t the minister suck on these babies every day?”

“Never,” Sarah admitted, back in college her nipples being her number one erogenous zone.

“Never?” Bree asked in shock. “Like never, ever?”

“Never, ever,” Sarah confirmed, feeling vindicated to see Bree was shocked by this frustrating lack on her husband’s part.

“That… is a very stupid man,” Bree said, biting the right nipple teasingly before standing back up. “Panties too.”

Sarah obeyed, greatly flattered by Bree’s attention and compliments.

Looking down at her newest pet’s pussy, she wasn’t surprised to see it was very hairy. Bree said, “That burning bush will need a complete shaving later.”

“I couldn’t do that,” Sarah gasped, something her husband would eventually notice.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, but an order,” Bree said, her tone firm for the first time today. “If your inattentive slug of a husband notices it sometime down the road… if he does… just put it on him and say you shaved it so he’d feel more inclined to put it to use. Now go and bend over your couch.”

“Um, can’t we…” Sarah began to say, thinking they should take this someplace other than the front room.

“Now!” Bree ordered firmly.

Sarah obeyed quickly, startled by Bree’s sudden firmness and her own insatiable desire to have that cock inside her.

Once she was bent over the couch, which felt incredibly awkward and yet equally enthralling and taboo, Sarah watched as Bree walked over to her.

Bree asked, “So tell me exactly what you want me to do. And be specific.”

“I want you to fuck my cunt with that big dick,” Sarah answered, so horny that she wasn’t about to slow things down by using polite society words and getting corrected.

“That’s much better, my pet,” Bree nodded with approval, as she moved into position behind her. “I like a pet who says exactly what she wants.”

Bree rubbed the cock up and down the pet’s wet pussy lips but not advancing, always knowing to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible… teasing the pet and making her desperate with lust always enhanced the effectiveness of the submission.

Sarah’s pussy burned… she needed that cock in her, and she needed it right now. She moaned, “Oh please, fuck me with that cock. I need it so bad.”

“You sure?” Bree asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want.”

Sarah knew the girl was testing her, that her dignity was at stake, but she no longer cared. She wanted this cock. She needed this cock. “Just slam that fucking cock in my filthy cunt,” Sarah demanded, completely consumed with lust.

Even Bree was surprised by the nasty response and she obliged her cock-hungry pet by sliding the entire cock easily inside her pet’s wet box.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck!” Sarah screamed, as her pussy was filled deeper than it had ever been before.

“You like this?” Bree questioned once her tool was deep inside her pet, already knowing the answer.

“God, yes,” Sarah moaned, feeling fuller than she’d fathomed possible.

“You understand you’re my pet now, don’t you?” Bree asked, keeping the cock buried deep inside her pet’s pussy… which she knew would drive her crazy.

“Yes,” Sarah answered, not at all worried about the implications of what that entailed, absorbed only in the pleasure that being a pet was already bringing her.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ll be your pet,” Sarah amended.

“Yes, you’ll be my pet, what?” Bree persevered, always working on conditioning a pet into being a full-time subservient.

Sarah wasn’t sure what else to say. She responded, “Yes, I’ll be your pet slut.”

“Better,” Bree nodded, “but if you are my pet, than I am your…”

“Mistress!” Sarah blurted out. “I’m your pet and you’re my Mistress! Is that right?”

“Yes it is. Good pet,” Bree approved as she slowly started to fuck her pet.

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Sarah moaned, “that feels so good,” as she felt the cock slide in and out of her fiery pussy… her orgasm starting to build in just a few strokes.

“Oh yes, my pet,” Bree purred, shifting to harder, deeper thrusts, “A good Mistress will guide her pet to the most amazing pleasures in her life.”

“Already there,” Sarah responded, the big cock and the hard fucking a revelation of what sex could be. (On the rare blue moon she and her husband had sex he made love to her, he didn’t fuck her… or in other words, no orgasms for her.)

“Are you already close to coming, my pet?” Bree asked, wanting to have her pet at a fever’s pitch, but not yet at climax.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah admitted, knowing her orgasm was imminent, even though it had been less than two minutes since Bree had first entered her.

Bree pulled out.

“What? No!” Sarah whined, so close to coming she could taste it.

“Should a pet come before her Mistress?” Bree sprang a pop quiz, as she stepped away from her pet and unfastened the harness.

Sarah wondered if this roadblock meant she was going to get to fuck Bree… which was something she’d never considered. She answered, the question clearly requiring a specific response, “No, Mistress, she shouldn’t.”

“Good girl,” Bree nodded, as she sat down on the couch. “Now come over here and get your Mistress off.”

Sarah reluctantly left behind her bent-over position and weakly, her legs numb, her body trembling, approached the strap-on left lying on the floor.

Bree redirected her, “No, no strap-on. Drop to your knees and crawl to me.”

Sarah finally had the light bulb go on in her head. Her Mistress expected her to lick her pussy.

“Come, my pet,” Bree ordered. “Your full sexual discovery will include understanding your natural submissiveness and your underlying need to obey and please. As you serve me, you should notice the inner contentment it brings you.”

Sarah had always been a pleaser. She’d always attempted to make people happy and took pleasure from it. So her Mistress’ words made sense in general, but there was a difference between a natural desire to make people happy and sex… wasn’t there?

“Now, my pet,” Bree repeated, her tone firm, seeing the look of trepidation on her pet’s face. “You already committed to being my pet, which means complete obedience. There need be no looking back once you’ve discovered who and what you really are.”

Sarah looked up at Bree, vulnerable and insecure, and she asked, “I’m still confused, Mistress. Please tell me: what am I?”

“My pet, you’re at core a sexual being, a submissive,” Bree listed. “The true Sarah thrives under the control of a loving but demanding Mistress. But that’s never the destination, but the path. And I’m here to help guide you in this spiritual journey.”

“Spiritual?” Sarah asked, the word seeming to be an odd choice.

“Of course,” Bree nodded, spreading her legs wider to show her pet her completely shaved, inviting pussy, “You were created by the Lord. Would he deliberately create pleasure for you if he didn’t want you to experience it?”

“I guess not,” Sarah said, the girl’s reasoning making sense.

“So only through exploration can God’s creations discover who we truly are. Your moral code, your personality, your compassion and your work ethic are all parts of the complex package of who you are, but if you ignore your sexual identity and all that covers, you’re not living the life the Lord created your soul and your body to experience,” Bree explained, sounding more like a minister than a young coed coaxing a MILF to munch on her snatch.

Sarah heard the words and visualized the complex puzzle pieces that had been her life, or her lack of a life as she was beginning to realize; and they, in addition to some new puzzle pieces, were now coming together to form a brand-new picture of her future. It was a more sexual picture, a less restricted picture, a less personally responsible picture, and especially a more fulfilling picture.

Bree, seeing she was winning the religious mother and wife over, added, “Plus, in the purest sense, is there anything more beautiful than giving someone else pleasure? You, as a servant of the Lord, were born for a primary purpose which was to serve… to give… to give pleasure. To make the world a better place.”

Sarah was drawn completely into the woman’s words, and she moved to the nylon-clad legs of her Mistress, indeed wanting to give herself to her completely. Bree was obviously not only the Lord’s representative, but possibly also one of his public relations reps.

“Good girl, now come and worship God’s greatest gift,” Bree purred, as she guided the MILF’s face to her wet, glistening pussy lips.

Sarah was instantly receptive to the idea of ‘worshipping God’s greatest gift’, which was such a beautiful way to describe and respect the vessel that creates life. She was also intoxicated by the scent that was swarming her, enveloping her, taking her to a place she had never experienced. This virgin pussy licker just allowed instinct to take control as she leaned forward, extended her tongue and licked.

Like the scent that warmed her to her very core, the taste was equally exotic, equally inexplicable, it captivated her, and she knew she was where the Lord intended her to be… lapping the luxury of his greatest creation.

Bree smiled as she watched the pet’s expression of curiosity as it changed in slow motion to utter astonishment and awe.

Sarah began licking hungrily, wanting more of this exquisite taste… like the wine of the gods… or, in this case, the goddesses. She felt so at home on her knees between Bree’s legs licking her pussy, she couldn’t believe she’d gone forty-four years oblivious to her true purpose.

“Oh yes, my pet,” Bree moaned, a chill going up her spine like it always did when a new pet discovered her love for pussy, as Bree turned one MILF at a time… which was, she mused, her own God-given purpose. “Lick my sweet cunt, worship it and all its beauty.”

Sarah did exactly that, forgetting she was a wife, forgetting she was a mother… all she was at the moment was a disciple of the Lord giving the greatest gift a disciple could possibly give… pleasure.

As usual, Bree’s first orgasm from a pet, even if she wasn’t overly good (though Sarah was surprisingly gifted with her tongue for a rooky), grew quickly. After only a couple minutes, she ordered, as she grabbed the back of her friend’s mother’s head, “Now suck on my clit and get ready to receive the ultimate gift I can give you from the Lord.”

Sarah was dying to get her Mistress off, dying to taste the full flood of the Lord’s perfect cocktail, and obeyed as she took the swollen clit between her lips and was soon engulfed completely by the scent and taste of Bree’s pussy.

“Yes, yes,” Bree moaned, feeling a tad more vulnerable than usual, as the pet’s mouth worked wonders on her fevered cunt. “Suck it, lick it, fuck… here comes your baptism of natural submission!”

And Sarah’s entire body quivered as her face was splattered by a massive outpouring of wetness while she eagerly, hungrily, desperately, lapped up as much as possible of the sweet nectar of the Goddess she now worshipped.

At this moment… on her knees between the legs of her Goddess… worshipping the Lord in the most authentic way ever, as she celebrated his greatest creation… for the moment she was inhabiting heaven on earth.

Bree’s orgasm coursed through her wave after wave, as another conquest was completed.

Sarah lapped up every drop of the homemade naturally created wine until Bree pushed her away slightly and asked, “Ready to go to heaven?”

“I’m already there,” Sarah crooned, completely intoxicated by the beautiful woman.

“Well, then get ready to transcend it to another plane,” Bree promised, as she stood up and grabbed the harness.

“Do you want me bent over the couch again, Mistress?”

“No,” Bree shook her head, “Now let’s go and consummate this relationship between Goddess and servant on your bed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah nodded, as Bree took her hand and led her upstairs.

Once they were in the bedroom Bree ordered, “Get onto the bed on all fours.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah obeyed, thinking she was finally going to get fucked (as opposed to the wimpy substitute for fucking she got from her husband whenever she got anything at all) in her own bed.

Bree already had a special spot in her heart for this pet, and she couldn’t help but feel warmth coursing through her body at the eagerness of her newest pet… knowing Bree was not only turning her for her own pleasure, but also to allow this beautiful woman to experience the many pleasures the Lord meant us all to feel. Bree got onto the bed and, now not playing any games, simply slid her cock deep into her pet.

“Oh yes, Mistress, fuck my cunt,” Sarah said, wanting to be a good pet and wanting to experience that orgasm denied to her earlier.

“You’re such a sexy slut,” Bree purred, as she rubbed her back, and at the same time she began fucking her hard, planning to give this beautiful, long-neglected church widow as many orgasms as she could handle.

“Ohhhhh, I’ll be your slut forever,” the enraptured pet declared, the horrific idea of being a slut suddenly appearing wonderfully appealing… a term she’d always hated until the moment she became one for her Goddess.

“I’ll hold you to that pledge,” Bree promised, moving her hands to her pet’s hips and beginning to pound her as hard as she could.

“Fuuuuuck,” Sarah screamed, as the cock reached new depths inside her. “I’m so close, Mistress.”

“You may come as many times as you wish today, my pet,” Bree offered generously. “Today your body is going to release decades of pent-up frustration.”

“Oh, God, yes, God, oh, oh, God, fuck, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeees!!” Sarah babbled and then screamed, as her first orgasm hit her in less than a minute of deep, hard pounding.

“Oh yes, my pet, release those inner demons,” Bree ordered, continuing to pound.

And Sarah’s head went blank as her orgasm brought her the infinite bliss that she had been searching for her whole life… a sense of purpose… an understanding of who she was… of who she was meant to be… a vessel of pleasure for all disciples of the Lord… maybe even a saviour rep to bring in those who’ve strayed from the light of the true Saviour.

Sarah had five orgasms in total as Bree fucked her from behind, from her side and on her back, before Sarah eventually straddled Bree and rode herself to the fifth and final eruption of euphoria as she touched the metaphoric land of paradise then collapsed, her body completely usurped of energy while becoming one with the Lord.

Bree, horny again, removed the strap-on and straddled her pet’s face.

Sarah was weak, but like all good disciples, she fought through this weakness to complete the task while she licked and lapped her Goddess’ pussy until she was rewarded with the sublime taste of her second baptism.

Bree climbed off her pet and said, “Well, Day One of your training is complete, I think.”

“Day One?” Sarah gasped.

Bree smiled, “Oh, the worshipping of pussy is a progressive skill, always improving, never complete.”

Sarah laughed joyously, experiencing an epiphany, “Then I think I’ve found my purpose in life.”

“And what is that?”

“To turn other women to the Lord through our acts of sexual servitude,” Sarah explained.

“Well, I think you’ll become a great champion for the cause,” Bree nodded, thinking she may have awakened the Holy Slut Within this time.

Sarah asked, as Bree turned to leave her bedroom so she could go downstairs for her clothing, “Have you turned my dear Kimberly into a servant of pleasure worship too, Goddess?”

Bree smiled, liking the title ‘Goddess’ and that description, “Oh, she was one of my first converts.”

“Good,” Sarah nodded. “Maybe I can work with her on my crusade. If she agrees, may we crusade together on your behalf, Mistress?”

Bree couldn’t help but laugh, “If you two wish to become a team, and I think that’s a wonderful idea, you must be her pet and she your Mistress so she can advance your training. But once you gain some expertise and confidence, I think you two could become a wonderful force for Good.”

THE END