Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bakery

"And you want to be my pet slut?" she continued to pile on the humiliation.

"Yes," I admitted, my face burning red with a mixture of shame and lust.

"Yes, what?" she questioned.

"Yes, I want to be your pet slut," I replied, too far gone to worry about how much more blackmail video she was recording on her phone. I needed her pussy. I needed to be controlled.

"And how do pussy munching pet sluts address their owner?" she asked. "Here's a hint: it begins with the word 'miss' you used, but then it continues."

I winced at the word 'owner'... it made this submission more permanent than the wild act of the moment that so far it was.

Yet I answered, knowing what she wanted to hear, since I had called my husband 'Master' many times in these situations, and had heard Katherine call her 'Mistress' earlier, "Mistress," I whispered.

"Are you ashamed of me?" she asked, offended.

I wasn't. I answered, looking into her eyes, "No, Mistress. I'm ashamed of myself."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm worshipfully licking a teenager; please tell me you're at least eighteen," I began, worrying if I was breaking the law.

She smiled, "Yes, I'm eighteen."

"Thank God," I sighed.

"Continue."

"Anyway, I'm licking an eighteen-year-old's pussy, after hours, in my kitchen, when I should be heading home to my children. And I don't even know your name," I explained.

"Bree," she revealed.

"Of course it is," I nodded, hearing the name, it now made perfect sense. She was definitely a Bree.

"How so?" she asked, looking surprised and curious for the first time.

"Well," I answered, "when I first saw you, your treatment of Katherine and your bitchiness, I decided you must be a Brittany or an Amber, but now... now... Bree just makes perfect sense."

"Interesting," she nodded, before she asked, "So, slut Leanne, do you want to finish what you started? And without the shame this time: if I'm impressive enough to worship, then you can be proud of yourself for choosing a suitable owner. And I have no doubt that you're wise enough to know that you need an owner to be happy."

"Yes, very well said, Mistress Bree, on all counts," I nodded as I willingly and yes, proudly buried my face back between her legs and resuming my licking.

"Such a good pet," she moaned.

I licked for a few more minutes, hearing her moans beginning to increase, when she ordered, "Now focus on my clit, my pet."

I had been avoiding it completely, knowing that for me the clit was the trigger to eruption. But I now moved to it and began to flick it with my tongue.

"Oh yes, you nasty pussy slut," Bree moaned, "don't stop."

I obeyed, continuously flicking her clit, and as her moans increased, I slid two fingers inside her wet pussy and began finger fucking her.

"Oh yes, yes," Bree began to babble, obviously close. "You're such a good cunt licker, fuck, yes."

And in the blink of an eye I was coated with the wetness of her sweet, addicting cum. I had always hated the idea of getting a facial from a man, although I'd always obeyed and taken one when my ex had ordered me to, the act so demeaning that it turned me on immensely, and a pussy facial was equally humiliating, equally exhilarating.

I hungrily lapped her excess cum, wondering if I came this much, wondering if I tasted this good, wondering if all pussies tasted like heaven.

Bree finally ordered, "Look up at me."

I did and wasn't surprised to see the phone still out.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, no longer caring about the photographic evidence, but inwardly praying it wouldn't be used against me if I was a good pet.

"Do you want to come?" she asked.

"God, yes," I nodded; my pussy had been leaking into my panties throughout the encounter.

"Tell me what you want," she ordered.

"To come from my Mistress's tongue," I admitted.

"Oh you silly girl," she said, shaking her head. "Mistresses don't eat their sluts, sluts eat their Mistresses."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress," I said, disappointed.

"Katherine," Bree called out.

Instantly Katherine strolled in from the front section of the shop and reported in, "Yes, Mistress."

"Our newest plaything needs to come," Bree said, and I quietly rejoiced at the use of the word 'our'. The more owners, the more control I'd be subjected to.

"So can I fuck the bitch?" the girl asked. And I'd thought she looked so sweet and demure!

"Get her off however you wish," Bree shrugged, "but make it hot."

"Yes, Mistress," Katherine smiled, perusing my kitchen.

Worried, I had to ask, "Mistress, please tell me the videos are just for you."

"Of course they are," she nodded. "Unless you give me reason for them to become necessary for more than just my growing collection of MILF pets."

I wondered how many pets she had, but I didn't ask. Instead, I thanked her, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, my pet," she smiled, before adding, "How long have you been divorced?"

"Pardon?" I asked, surprised she would know that.

"The fading tan line on your wedding finger tells me it's been a while," she explained, while Katherine was busy opening and closing cupboards.

"Oh," I nodded looking at my finger. "The divorce isn't final yet, but it's been plodding on for almost a year."

"And this is the first time since the divorce began that you've had sex with more than your fingers and toys, isn't it?" she accurately assessed.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

She shrugged, "I can read people."

"Apparently," I laughed, shaking my head at the surreal conversation. I watched porn sometimes when I was alone, and this felt like I was in a porn scene... unbelievable, yet incredibly hot... and this time starring yours truly.

"Here we go," Katherine said, as she walked up to me with a rolling pin in her hand.

My eyes went big. I was about to object that she couldn't be serious when Bree said, "Oh, now that is magically delicious."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the Lucky Charms reference, but added, as Katherine bent me over the counter, "Actually, Mistress, in this situation I think the Pillsbury slogan is more apropos."

I felt Katherine tugging my panties down and off.

"And which is that one, slut?" Bree asked, her legs still spread open, but now wider. I used the table for balance as I was molested by another teenager.

I looked up at her and smiled, as I felt the end of the rolling pin tease my pussy, "Nothing says lovin' like something from the oven."

Bree roared, Katherine did too, as the rolling pin slid inside my wanton overheated oven.

Katherine said, "Well, here's something for your oven."

Bree couldn't stop laughing as she tried to remain steady to film me as I began to get fucked with a rolling pin.

I moaned, wanting to be a good pet, indulging in the pure lust I'd been craving for months, "Yes Mistresses, fill my oven, fuck me like a cheap slut."

Bree moved off the table and I just closed my eyes and allowed myself to be fucked by a teenage stranger, the humiliation that should be coursing through my very being completely erased by the pleasure the humiliation was bringing.

Bree said, "Now let's see if our newest fuck toy can handle the thick part of this makeshift toy."

"Oh God," I gasped, not able to fathom possibly taking the actual rolling pin inside me.

"Yes, Mistress," Katherine purred. "I think the slut can easily take it."

"She's given birth, so she can take that," Bree agreed.

Suddenly I felt a hard push, a sudden surge of intensity, both pleasure and pain, as my pussy widened unnaturally to accept the thick, round cylinder. "Fucccccccck!" I screamed.

"Nice," Bree purred. "You really are as big a submissive slut as I thought you'd be."

"Your slut-dar [that's radar for the punningly challenged] was on target as usual," Katherine giggled, as she began to fuck my pussy with the rolling pin.

"Oh God," I moaned loudly, thankful the bakery was closed and it was after hours; without question anyone in the shop would have heard my screams of pleasure and pain.

Suddenly, as I was being fucked by a wooden baking tool, my phone rang.

Katherine didn't stop fucking me, as I watched Bree go and grab it from a table. I begged, "Please don't answer it."

"Oh, I won't," Bree smiled, bringing the phone to me. "You will."

She pressed answer and speakerphone and held the phone to my ear.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted, knowing who it was from the ringtone.

"Hi, honey," Mom said. "How was your day?"

"Wild," I answered, trying to keep my answers as short as possible to avoid moaning or whimpering or anything else that would alert my mother to the reason I was going to be late.

"Well, you have the next two days off," she said. "So I hope you'll get some much-needed relaxation."

"Me too," I agreed, for the past week having looked forward to the next two days off.

"Are you almost done?" she asked.

"I think I'm close," I answered, saying two different things to three different people.

"Well, come home as soon as you're finished," Mom said. "The kids refuse to go to bed until they see you."

"Okay, I hope to be coming soon," I said, unable to resist saying naughty innuendos, which enhanced the situation I was in.

"See you soon," Mom said.

"Okay," I answered, hanging up just in time to scream, "Oh fuck, pound my cunt."

"You really are a nasty slut, talking to your mother like that," Bree teased.

"I couldn't help it," I moaned, as the rolling pin penetrated unnaturally deep within me.

"Do you want to come?" Bree asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, knowing my orgasm was building, but not yet ready for eruption.

Bree moved behind me and said, "Go have some more dessert, my pet."

"Yes, Mistress," Katherine replied. I watched as Bree took charge of the rolling pin and Katherine moved to the floor, crawled between my legs and to my pussy.

"Ooooooooh," I moaned, as her tongue made contact with my clit and Bree resumed fucking me.

"Tell me what you are, Leanne," Bree ordered.

"A slut," I moaned, my head beginning to go light as my orgasm began to accelerate.

"What else?"

"A pet, a lesbian, a submissive pussy pleasing slave," I listed, each new job description creating twitches throughout my body as I humiliated myself.

"It's time for you to come," Bree ordered, fucking my cunt furiously with the rolling pin while Katherine sucked my clit between her lips.

The order given, mixed with the intensified attention on my clit was all it took, and my orgasm erupted out of me like Niagara Falls.

"Yesssssssss," I screamed, actually slamming the counter with my hand.

"Come hard," Bree purred, as she kept fucking me while my orgasm cascaded out of me.

"She's a flooder," Katherine declared from beneath me.

"I bet she is," Bree purred, as she slowed down the fucking.

I remained stoic and spent, bent over like a whore, as the rolling pin was withdrawn from me, making an embarrassing slurping sound as it did.

Katherine licked my widely gaped pussy for a few more seconds before she crawled out from beneath me.

Bree ordered, "Clean your cum off your new toy, my pet."

I opened my eyes and saw the end of the pin that had been inside me in front of my face as if it were a badly misshapen cock demanding entry. I opened my mouth obediently, but I could only suck the handle. It seems my mouth had never given birth.

Bree said, once she pulled the rolling pin out of my mouth, "So you told us you had the best baked goods in the city."

"Yes, I did," I nodded, still trying to recover from my orgasm, feeling my cum leaking down my leg.

Bree bragged, as she sat back up on the counter and spread her legs, "I beg to differ."

I couldn't help but laugh, as I moved a couple feet to her and back between her legs, "Okay Mistress, you have the best homegrown baked goods."

Bree roared with laughter as I leaned forward and tasted homemade perfection one more time.

THE END