15 comments/ 55175 views/ 76 favorites Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop By: silkstockingslover Summary: 19-year-old woman seduces and dominates an ice queen cop. Note: a thanks to Bad Steve for the original idea and Jedd for the additional plot suggestions that finally got this story written. Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86 and Karl for editing this story. Note 3: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order): Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF (in senior year of high school) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year) Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer of her first year of college) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college) Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (Summer job after college) ***** Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop I pulled over the Corvette for going 50 in a 35 zone. It was the last hour of my shift and I was already tired and rather bitchy. I reached the car and was surprised when the woman in the driver's seat was only a teenager; I sighed to myself, thinking another pretentious, privileged rich kid. The second surprise came when I bent down to see who else was in the car. In the passenger seat was a woman in her forties, her skirt hiked up, fucking herself with an old fashioned pop bottle. The older woman kept her head down, either ashamed to be caught in such a compromising position or so into her own pleasure she was oblivious to my presence. I cleared my throat to get her attention but she didn't slow down as she was really pumping the bottle in and out of her cunt, her moans implying she was near orgasm. The young blonde driver explained, "Sorry, officer, my pet is being punished for not listening properly." I stammered, shock by her words, "P-p-pardon?" "She is still a submissive in training and assumes she has some say in our," she paused looking for the right word, "situation." "Ma'am, would you please stop," I requested. I had seen many strange things in my fifteen years on the force, including many girls giving men head, a couple guys giving guys head, a few backseat rendezvous and once a woman bound in the back seat heading to a BDSM party, but this was a new one. The boys at the precinct were going to love this story. Unfortunately, the older woman ignored me as her moans kept increasing. The young woman, whose crystal blue eyes drew me in, explained, "She only answers to me, officer." "Could you request her to stop?" I asked, the question absurd considering I was the police officer here. "Sure, officer, since you asked so nice and are so cute," she smiled, her tone flirtatious and confident. I had also been hit on by many women over the years, but I was not a lesbian and the ploy had seldom ever worked to get out of a ticket. The young woman snapped her fingers and immediately the older women stopped, the bottle still deep inside her, her breathing erratic. I was distracted. I was still stunned by what I was witnessing and also curious by the power this young woman had over this older, business dressed, attractive woman. I asked, "Could you ask her to take the bottle out." "Out where?" The young woman asked, clearly amused by this current situation. "Out of her vagina," I said, trying to maintain my professionalism. "Oh, my slut doesn't have a vagina, do you slut?" She responded. The older woman, still not making eye contact replied, "No, Mistress, I have a cunt." "Or?" The young woman questioned. "A pussy, a slut box, a twat" the older woman added. "Okay," I said firmly. "Could you have her remove it from her whatever you want to call it?" "Take it out, slut and clean it off," the young lady ordered. Immediately, the older woman pulled the bottle out of her vagina and put the long bottleneck in her mouth. I gasped. "Sorry, officer, she is still learning but will make a very good submissive yet," the young woman apologized, acting embarrassed by the older woman. "License and registration, ma'am," I asked, unable to not watch the sexual train wreck in front of me. "Ma'am, I like that," she chuckled, "I'm used to a different 'm' word, aren't I slut?" "Yes, Mistress," the older woman nodded, clearly embarrassed. Trying to stay focused, even though the strange submission was turning me on slightly, as I hadn't gotten laid in a couple of months, I repeated, "License and registration, Mi-am." I caught myself from saying 'Mistress' just in time. My face flushed at the near error. The young lady unfortunately did notice my almost slip of the tongue. "Mi-am, that is a new one," she said with a smile, her hypnotic blue eyes piercing into me. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" She asked so innocently. I paused a second, unable to break free of her eye contact, I finally responded, "You were going fifty in a thirty-five zone." "I was?" She asked innocently. "Yes," I said. "I'm so sorry. The car is new and, well, it is built for speed," the young lady explained. "Regardless, ma'am, I need your license and registration," I repeated, getting frustrated. "Don't you mean mi-am?" She asked, smiling. "Now!" I ordered, annoyed, attempting to take control of the situation, before adding, "Plus your passenger could be charged with indecent exposure." "Oh my, we can't have that. She is my best friend's mom and a school librarian," the young blonde said. After a moment, where I felt out of control of the situation, something that didn't really happen too often, I was called the ice cop at work because of my strong persona. Yet, I could feel wetness in my panties and a curiosity as to how an older woman could submit to such a young girl and obey such ludicrous orders. I said, "Well, I will overlook her transgression, but I will still need to see your license and registration." The blonde looked at me for a minute, seeming to assess me. I felt like she was considering if she could make me like the slut beside her, but then she turned towards the older woman, who was still sucking the bottle and ordered, "Get the registration, slut." "Yes, Mistress," the older woman responded. The younger girl looked in her purse and a moment later pulled out handcuffs. Looking at me, she smiled, "I have some, too. Never know when they will come in useful. Isn't that right, my librarian slave?" "Yes, Mistress," the older woman continued to agree. The young woman asked me, "Ever been handcuffed, officer?" My pussy leaked more at her frank question and the accompanying innuendo, yet I remained firm, ignoring the question even as my face burned red. I asked again, "License and registration, please." "The handcuffs are a good way to allow yourself to let go of the societal expectations to be good, and just allow yourself to submit to your carnal desires to obey," the young girl continued, pretty much telling me she wanted me to submit to her like her passenger. "P-p-please, your license and r-r-registration, ma'am," I stammered, now flustered The older woman handed the younger girl the registration and she handed it to me, her hand gently squeezing mine as she did...her eyes speaking volumes to her intent. She said, "I can tell what you are thinking." Moving my hand away, I stammered, knowing I had to get back to my patrol car as I was losing control of this situation, "I-I-I'll be back in a moment." "No, ma'am or mi-am?" she asked as I began to leave. I ignored her comments and returned to my cruiser my body trembling. I would be lying if I said there hadn't been times I had almost taken up a woman on such a flirtatious offer, but I had always resisted. Years of failed relationships with men who didn't understand my job, or my need to balance my police officer persona with my more submissive bedroom persona had taken a toll. The reality was, I liked to let go in the relationship and let the man be in charge. Instead, most saw me as too strong-willed to be submissive even when I gave major hints. Yet, here was this young girl who was dominant, and although I should have been mortified by her behaviour, I was more mortified by how wet I was. I looked at her license. Her name was Bree and she was nineteen years old. I wondered how someone as young as her could have such a confident demeanour. It had taken me years to build the strong persona and confidence I now had. Deciding I would just give her a warning, I returned to her car after only being gone a couple of minutes. I handed back her license and registration and said firmly, as if I was doing her a favour, "I'm going to just give you a warning this time." Bree didn't seem surprised as she smiled, taking back her licence and registration, "Thank you so much, Officer. If you ever get curious, you can come and visit me at my sorority house, Pi Alpha Pi." I laughed, "Good to know, ma'am. Now please drive safely." "Of course," Bree nodded, "I was just taking my slut back home after a few hours of play time at the sorority house before her husband gets back from his fishing trip. I'd hate for her husband to learn of her...servitude." My cunt was on fire, but I just nodded, "Just follow the speed limit," and walked away. Once she drove away, I returned to my cruiser, slid my hand inside my uniform and began rubbing myself, desperately needing to get off. Eyes closed, I imagined it was me in the passenger seat and it was one of my fellow cops catching me in such a compromising situation. I came in no time, the fantasy feeling so real. Yet, as soon as my orgasm faded, I cursed my weakness as I shifted into drive. ... A few days later, I was working the beachside (the best place to work, quite frankly), when I was called to deal with a theft at a beachside shop. I walked in, and was told by an annoyed teenaged employee that two teenage girls had tried to steal bikinis underneath their clothing. Unfortunately, the store had no video cameras, and it ended up being a she said-she said situation. I instructed the two girls they were not to return to this establishment and then let them go with a stern warning. After the two left, I went to talk to the salesperson who had made the call, a woman named Katherine. I explained what had transpired and was surprised by her attitude toward me. "I know why you really let those two thieves go." "Excuse me?" I questioned, annoyed by both her tone and implication. I had met her a few times before and always thought she was a very pleasant young woman. "I have seen you around here. You think no one notices, but I do. The way you check out some girls with big racks when they walk by. You sure seemed to take your time 'interrogating' them, and yet found nothing," she accused, having learned, as I soon discovered, from Mistress Bree over the past year how to seduce older women through aggressive behaviour. "Ma'am," I began, trying to stay civil, "I don't know what you're getting at, but I did everything by the book." "Sure, sure you did," she responded condescendingly, before continuing on the full offensive, learning from Bree that once you begin the sexual assault you go for the jugular, "What was the name of the book? The joy of sex?" "That is hardly appropriate ma'am," I responded, remembering instantly the strange conversation with that Bree girl I had pulled over a few days earlier. She stepped from behind the register, walked to the store front, turned the open sign to closed and locked the door. She walked up to me and continued, "Tell me officer", as she pulled her top off revealing her perky breasts in a skimpy bra, "did you get to the meat of the matter with them?" "Ma'am," I gasped, even as I stared at her breasts. "You obviously want a better look," she continued, unclasping her bra and tossing it on the floor. "W-w-what are you doing?" I stammered, as I stared in shock at her stiff nipples, my mind spinning at the undeniable reality that I wanted to touch them, suck them. Katherine continued, slipping out of her skirt next, revealing she was wearing thigh highs, as she spoke, "Tell me, do you only like to look at high school girls, or is college age acceptable"? I continued to stammer, trying to gain control of this bizarre situation, "Y-y-you are behaving way out of line, young lady." "I thought I was a ma'am?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow as she sat on a bench in only her thong and thigh highs. This was getting crazy, seeming almost like a sequel to my odd encounter of a few days ago with the blonde teenager. "Ma'am, I'm going now." The cute girl asked, "Why, officer? The shops are closing. You're almost off duty. Wouldn't you like to be more comfortable?" She then stood up and slid out of her thong, revealing a completely shaved cunt. Overwhelmed, suddenly incredibly horny, and realizing I was seconds away from doing something very unprofessional, I stammered, "I-I-I need to be going ma'am." I quickly left the almost naked girl, fumbling briefly with the lock on the door, and scurried to my car. For the second time this week, my fingers went inside my uniform and directly to my very wet, needy cunt. I was close to orgasm when I was startled by a knock on her window. It was Katherine, and she was smiling widely. I pulled my hand out of my uniform, mortified that I was caught in the act. Reluctantly, I rolled the window down. She said, "I knew you were a lesbo." "I-I-I'm not," I stammered, although it was tough to come up with a logical explanation to why I was rubbing myself in my police car. "Sure, sure," she laughed. "If you ever want to taste some sweet cunt, just come back to the store and beg." Before I could respond, she sauntered away, clearly amused at catching me in the act. I sighed. What the hell was coming over me? I wasn't a lesbian. I had never even seriously considered being with another woman, and yet for the second time in two days I was completely turned on by bitchy, rich girls who were flaunting their bodies at me. I started driving away, ignoring the burn in my lions, determined not to be tempted again. ... A couple of nights later, the two teen seductresses, one a Mistress, the other a Mistress in training, met up for coffee, having not seen each other for most of the month of August. Bree travelled and Katherine worked at the beach store before they both started their sophomore year of college. "So my number one slut, what's new?" Bree asked in her usual frank demeanour, always reminding her pets who was the Mistress. "Well, you won't believe what happened at the shop a couple days ago," Katherine replied. She then told the story of the cop, and how she was so flustered. "Wow, you are really coming along. How many pets do you have now?" Bree asked, proud of watching her best friend, and liaison in a few seductions, blossom from shy submissive to sultry seductress. "Seven now, if you count the two you gave me," Katherine answered, the last two pets she seduced being the boss of this coffee shop and a friend of her mom (her mom the first MILF that Bree had seduced). "Well, of course you do. I may have given them to you, but just because they answer to me first, doesn't mean you can't claim them. Besides, how can you not count your mom?" Bree replied. "Well, I just didn't know if it counted if you gave them to me, even though Mom does still require some training. Do you know a couple nights ago, she stammered something about Dad being downstairs when I told her to get her lips on my pussy? Sometimes punishing her tires me out," Katherine answered, before laughing. Having a live-in Mommy-pet had been a great perk since Bree went away for the summer and gave Kathweine her own mother as a completely submissive pet. Sure, Katherine's mother had protested, but Bree had a way of always making her pets obey her. "Oh I know, I had her fucking herself with a soda bottle a few days ago in the car, because I caught her wearing panties when I dropped by your house for a visit and a quick cunt lapping. She said she was just ending her period, but I didn't buy that," Bree said. "Maybe I'll have to punish her at home too," Katherine said, thinking that having her sleep with a butt plug in her ass may just do the trick. "Oh, you should," Bree nodded, before adding, "Speaking of cops, I have my own cop story. We got pulled over for speeding. When the cop came up, Nadine was fucking that bottle in and out of her box! That cop was flabbergasted. But she sure seemed nervous when I showed her my own handcuffs. I'm certain I could have had her begging if I weren't pressed for time." Both girls laughed out loud as a female cop walked into the coffee shop. ... Another long day, another lonely night, I sighed to myself as I entered the coffee shop to grab a late night dinner for take-out. As I placed the order, I heard the sound of girls giggling from behind me. Locals or tourists, I wondered. Being a beach town in the summer, it was hard to tell. Of course, it would be easier in the offseason. No one in their right mind came to the beach in Massachusetts in January. All the tittering was annoying me after a long day. I glanced at the two young women thinking they had nothing to do in the late summer but spend their parents' money. Deciding to go wash my hands, I headed to the back and had to pass the girls. Being crabby, I figured it may be fun, even though they weren't really doing anything wrong, I thought I might throw them a scare, just for laughs, to cheer myself up. My smile quickly turned to horror, though, as I closed the distance, and saw the faces of both the two teen tormentors from the last few days. "What, no mi-am this time?" Bree asked, recognizing me. I instantly wondered why I remembered her name in the first place. "Still granting favours to shoplifters?" the other questioned, at the same time as Bree. I froze for some reason, feeling my confidence ooze out of me, becoming instantly the wallflower I was back in high school when around the popular girls. They looked at each other and both said the same words. "It's her!" I instantly realized they had been talking about me, which made me want to shrivel up and die. What were the odds I would have two brief moments of weakness and both would be friends with each other? Apparently really good, since it was the situation I currently found myself in. "You mean?" The other girl asked. Yeah, that's her," Bree nodded, smiling widely. "She saw Mom with the bottle?" "Yep," Bree nodded, as she maintained eye contact with me. "That is rich," the girl laughed. I should have walked away; I should have broken eye contact, but for some inexplicable reason I felt paralyzed from the waist down and hypnotized by her eyes. "Soooo rich indeeeeed," Bree agreed, still not breaking eye contact with me, as she let out a moan and made a face as if she was having an orgasm. I broke eye contact finally, which wasn't easy, glanced down and saw a pair of black heels poking out from underneath the table. I stared in disbelief, both at the obvious reality that a woman was underneath a table in a public restaurant performing oral sex on a girl, and the unexplainable power this teenager seemed to have over women. I watched as the woman crawled out from underneath the table, stood up and asked, "Will there be anything else?" Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop "Not right now, Danielle," Bree responded, before adding, "although Katherine may want to see you before we leave." "Of course, Mistress," the waitress, who looked to be in her mid-thirties, a wedding ring on her hand, responded. Turning around she saw me and her already red face went a darker shade. Her face was liberally coated with what was obviously Bree's pussy juice. A grim look crossed my face, as I tried to remain firm and in control even as I felt my cunt betray me yet again. "You know I could arrest you all for public exposure," I threatened, my tone firm. "But officer, there was no exposure. Danielle was just looking for my apple pie," Bree countered, still staring me down. She added, her smile going even wider, "And she found it." I could feel myself sweating again; I could feel the undeniable moisture in my panties. This girl somehow had a hold on me like she obviously had over the other two older women she seemed to dominate. Deciding this wasn't a fight worth fighting, I turned and walked back to the counter and waited for my food to be ready. A couple of minutes later, the waitress who had pleasured Bree came over to me and whispered, clearly embarrassed to be saying what she was about to say to me, and not wanting the nearby male customer to hear her words, "Bree would like to know if you want a piece of pie before you leave?" My face burned red. My mouth watered at the thought, even though I wasn't a lesbian. Thankfully, another waitress came out with my food and I didn't answer the question. "Never mind, it looks like someone else beat you to the pie," the waitress quipped and walked away. I shouldn't have, but I looked back as I began to walk out, and again saw a pair of heels under the table, this time pointed the opposite way, clearly pleasuring Katherine. I shook my head, as Bree continued to stare me down, somehow knowing that she was having a powerful impact on me. Worried I may do something I would regret, I hurried out of the restaurant even as I heard Bree call out, "Soon, officer." Back in my squad car I pondered several questions. Where the fuck did these two hot mesmerizing girls come from? Why did I get so weak in the knees and wet in the crotch in their presence? Why did the desire to crawl under the table and replace that woman pop into my head? I tried to shake off these questions and ignore the excessive dampness in between my legs as I drove away hoping not to see those two for a while. The start of a new college year signalled rush week for fraternities and sororities. They traditionally started the week before school. This year was a big occasion. Governor Daphne Green was returning to her alma mater to make an appearance at her old sorority house. It had been in all the papers. The usual fanfare applied, and there was going to be a private party for past, present, and prospective members. Thankfully, I hadn't been assigned to security that evening as that was my regular day off. That night, my mind and body played tricks on me as my dreams had me under the table at the coffee shop going back and forth between the two teen's pussies like a yoyo. I woke up in a sweat, my hand in my panties and my pussy juice leaking out of me. I had reached orgasm from a dream, something I had never had happen before. A week later, when I arrived at the precinct I was informed I was actually needed after all to do security duty at the sorority gala. I would get paid double time, which made the assignment more appealing and I was also given a day in lieu to use as I wished. All I had to do was rotate taking turns at the door with two other colleagues, both male, and then freely wander around the big sorority house. It was about an hour in when I heard the unmistakable voice of Bree. "Why, hello mi-am," Bree playfully greeted, as she walked up to me dressed in a lavish gown. Katherine was also dressed in a gown, both of them looking absolutely radiant in their formal attire. 'Not these two!' I instantly thought to myself. I asked for credentials, praying they were not members of this sorority, but party crashers. I clarified, "This is a private function". "Will these do?" Bree asked, as they pulled out their sorority ID's. We do, after all, live here." 'Damn. Of all the luck,' I thought to myself, hoping that in such a public setting they would be a lot less brazen. "Very well," I nodded, trying to be stone faced. "Bye mi-am. Hope you won't be too tied up later," Bree said with a smile. Her tone bothered me, but I ignored it and continued to do my job. Thankfully, I didn't see them for the next couple of hours other than from a distance. Also, neither seemed to be paying any attention to me, instead visiting with other sorority members, alumni and holding a rather lengthy conversation with the Governor herself. The party was winding down when Bree walked over to me and said, all concerned and not in her usual pretentious attitude, "Officer, I believe I may have been robbed." "How so?" I asked suspiciously. "Well, I told you I live here in the house. I believe something's missing from my room. Since you're here, I just thought I could come to you instead of making a call to the police," Bree said, still seemingly fraught with concern. I sighed, "What is missing?" "It's better if I show you," she answered, turning and beginning to walk away from me. I sighed again, annoyed, as I followed behind her. "In here, mi'am," Bree ushered me in and silently pulled the door closed. "Over by the bed, there's something missing." I looked over by the bed and asked, suddenly suspicious, "What exactly is missing?" "My panties," she answered from behind me. I turned around and saw Bree was out of her gown and now stood in front of me in only a pair of beige thigh highs and a lacy black bra. Her shaved cunt was now completely in view. "Bree, I'm on duty," I stated, avoiding glancing down to her cunt. "You're so cute in your denial," Bree smirked. I began to walk by her when she ordered, her voice shockingly firm, the voice I always try to have when dealing with a criminal, "Stop." Shockingly, I did. "My mother is a former sorority member here and also the executive administrator to Governor Green. I made a request to have you on duty here tonight," Bree revealed, her tone normal again. 'Well that explains how I ended up working here', I thought to myself. Yet, I tried to remain strong as I said, "I'm not sure what that has to do with you standing naked in front of me." Bree moved closer to me and whispered seductively, "We both know why you followed me in here." My body trembled as she stood directly in front of me. My resistance was weakening, her beauty, undeniable sexy appeal and stunning self-confidence had me rattled, yet I hid my growing insecurity as I replied, "Because you dragged me in here under some lame pretence of a theft." Bree shrugged, "But can't you see that my panties are indeed gone?" She backed up and posed for me. "You see my cunt is completely uncovered." Spinning around, she added, "And so is my ass." Her words were ridiculous, yet her body had me in a trance. As she returned to stand before me, she said rather bluntly, "Well, it's apparent you're fascinated with my cunt. Your eyes haven't left it." I knew it was true. I really couldn't take my eyes off of Bree's kitty, even as the conversation continued I couldn't break my stare. "You like?" Bree asked. I couldn't respond. I couldn't admit that I did like...I did like a lot. "I'll ask again", Bree said with a little more force, "Do you like?" "Yess," I whispered through pursed lips. Shame cascaded through me, yet the undeniable allure of the young woman had me completely captivated. I felt like I was under a spell, one I couldn't possible break. My pussy was dripping into my very damp panties, utterly spellbound by this temptress. "Then get on your knees and crawl to me like a good pet," Bree ordered. Strangely her suggestion seemed completely logical. Yet, my subconscious was screaming 'Don't!!' However, my body in control of my mind, I felt myself slowly drop to the floor like the last leaf off a tree in the fall...the fall inevitable. Even as shame burned through me like the scarlet letter, I crawled the few feet to the sorority girl. Smiling down at me smugly, Bree, her tone dripping with sarcasm, said, "The glaze on your face tonight won't be from a donut." Humiliation seemed to compound humiliation, yet the latent submissive feelings had come bubbling to the surface, and I knew I would be this girl's bitch tonight. The police motto is to protect and serve and it seemed for the rest of the night I would be focusing on the serving piece of the motto. "Would you like that? Would you like my glaze on your face?" Bree asked, staring down at me, while I stared at her cunt. I couldn't say the words, shame silencing me. Yet, my head nodded in obedience. "You understand, do you not, that once I allow you a taste, you will be mine?" Bree explained. I again nodded, willing to agree to almost anything to taste the cunt directly in front of me, her scent lingering ever so lightly in the air. She continued, "You will please me when I wish. You will lick who I please. You will be disciplined if you disobey. Your sexual being will be at my will. Isn't that right, Kat?" Her words freaked me out and turned me on until I heard the word Kat and realized we were not alone in the room. Katherine stepped from the shadows, a camcorder in hand and agreed, "Yes, Mistress Bree." I couldn't believe with all my detective training, I had missed her in the room. I also realized that my whole submission so far was likely filmed. As the camera was aimed directly at me, I asked, confused by the words Katherine just said, "Did you call her Mistress?" She answered, "Of course, she is my Mistress." As I looked at her with confusion trying to figure out how these seemingly good friends had a sexual hierarchy. Although it wasn't really a surprise that Bree was the one in control. "Now Officer Riley, are you ready to take your natural place as my pussy pleasing slut?" Hearing her use my rank and name made the humiliation even more extreme, as I could only imagine what the other two would say, or my commander, if they were to walk in at this moment. Yet, none of that mattered now, all my mind and body could think of was obeying this sorority slut. So I again nodded in the affirmative. "Speak, slut," she demanded. Being called a 'slut' was another punch in the gut. I was a lot of things, but slut wasn't one of them. "Yes," I answered in a whisper. "Yes what?" She questioned. I knew exactly the words she wanted me to say and I said them. "Yes, Mistress." "Yes, Mistress, what?" She continued, really pushing me. "Yes Mistress Bree, I want to be your pussy pleasing bitch," I finally declared, looking away from her cunt and up at her. "You're not going to be eating donuts tonight, officer. Tonight you'll be having pie," Katherine giggled from behind, presumably still filming my humiliating submission. Bree didn't laugh, instead looking directly at me, as if seeing completely through my outer shell to my submissive soul, "You really need this, don't you, my pet cop?" Looking back at her cunt, just inches away, I answered, "Yes, Mistress. I can't explain it, but I do." "Very well, go ahead my cop slut, taste your new Mistress," she offered, obviously used to such desperation from women. I didn't hesitate as I leaned forward and licked her pussy. Having never licked a pussy, I really had no idea what it would taste like...but I never expected this. It was so tangy and exotic, like the creation of a new fruit. One taste and I was addicted; one taste and I wanted to feel the complete richness of her pussy when she came; one taste and I felt that being on my knees in front of this pretentious bitch was the most natural thing in the world...like breathing, and just as important. I hungrily licked, wanting more of her perfection. Bree quipped, "You're eating my cunt as if you've been lost in the desert for years and just found liquid." I probably sounded like a blonde bimbo when I replied, between licks, "Soooooo good." She laughed, "So I've been told." After a few more licks, she backed away and I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth, "Nooooooo." Bree laughed harder. "Don't worry, my eager cop slut, I'm very generous with my cunt, but first you need to be punished." "W-w-why?" I stammered. "You twice rejected the opportunity to please my pet and second in command," she revealed. "She offered you her cunt at her beach shop and again it was offered at the coffee shop although your loss there was the owner's gain." That answered the question from the other night, although the thought of it having been Caroline, the owner of the store, a woman with five children, seemed unfathomable...but then so did the fact that I was on my knees, pussy juice lingering on my lips and I wanted more. "I was on duty," I weakly defended. "Aren't you now?" Bree countered. "I guess," I admitted, reminded again of the dangerous predicament I had gotten myself into. "Stand up," she ordered. I did and felt my knees crack. "Remove your uniform, slut," she ordered. I obeyed wordlessly, my hands trembling at being naked in front of two teenagers. Soon I was completely naked and feeling even more vulnerable than I had on my knees while looking at teenage cunt. "Nice tits, Officer Slut," Bree commented, "they are much larger than they appeared underneath that dull uniform." I had to agree, the uniform was made to make us look almost unisex and completely hid my 36C breasts. I responded, like the submissive I apparently was, "Thank you, Mistress." Katherine added, looking at my very neatly trimmed pussy, "That will need to be removed. Mistress Bree wishes all her pets to be shaved. We won't require you to do it at the moment though since we have much bigger plans for you tonight." A chill went up my spine at her ominous words. "Back on your knees, my cop pet, and crawl to Mistress Katherine," Bree ordered. I weakly began to speak, "But I thought." Bree interrupted me, raising her voice, "Pets don't think, pets obey. Pets are loyal and obedient. Is that fucking understood?" "Yes, Mistress Bree," I quickly nodded, as I dropped to my knees and began to crawl to Katherine who was at the foot of the bed still filming me. I was actually feeling guilty for being disobedient to Bree. Bree continued, "Katherine is my number two. Yes, she is my slut, and a very obedient one. She is also my lifelong best friend. She is one of the few women whose pussy I have licked as a reward for a job well done. And even that is reserved for special occasions. No, I'm more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to sucking twat. I hope you don't expect that, because it certainly won't happen. You will obey Katherine as you would me, unless our instructions contradict. Kat, my pet, you may proceed." Katherine ordered, her legs dangling from her bed, "Take off my heels, slut." "Yes, Mistress," I nodded, obeying the trivial menial task. "Lick the soles of my feet," she ordered. This task was less flattering, but already all in in this humiliation submission to these two teenagers, I took her left foot and licked its stocking-clad sole. I was surprised how soft the nylon was and also that, although slightly sweaty, the taste was not unpleasant. I replicated the attention on the other sole before Bree said, "I believe the officer would like to experience the other side of being in handcuffs." Bree was swinging handcuffs playfully in her hand as Katherine ordered, "Get on the bed, slut." Hating the idea of being bound and helpless, I protested for the first time in a bit during this surreal night, "Please, no handcuffs." Bree roared from behind me, as she gave my ass a firm slap, "Now, you disobedient bitch!" I yelped as my ass burned and I quickly got onto the bed. "On your back," Katherine ordered, roughly pushing me onto my back. I watched helplessly as my hands were handcuffed and hooked to the headboard. I continued to watch myself be bound as Bree removed my cuffs from my uniform and handed them to Katherine who took my ankle and handcuffed it to a foot post. "Shit, we need one more pair of handcuffs," Bree said, "Maybe we should go and see if either of the two male cops are still here." "God, no," I pleaded. Bree laughed, "You don't want your colleagues to know you're a cunt licking submissive?" "No, Mistress," I admitted, before adding, "I'll do anything to keep this between us." "I know you will," Bree nodded, going to a drawer, grabbing a stocking and tying my other ankle to the other post. I was literally spread eagled, opened wide and on display. The feeling was both exhilarating and utterly terrifying. I was literally helpless in every sense of the word. "Are you now ready, my slut?" Bree asked as she straddled my face. Her cunt again in front of my face, her scent alluring and her slightly wet pussy lips glistening in front of me, the answer was obvious. I answered, "Yes, Mistress." "You sure?" She questioned, her cunt an inch from my lips. "Are you ready to take your place as my split licker? This is your last chance. We will release you if you wish, and never mention this. But you will never again have the opportunity to please me. Make your choice now." "Yes, I want to serve you." I acquiesced, even though I was given the opportunity to turn back time and get out of my humiliating predicament. "And Katherine?" Bree added. "Yes, Mistress," I admitted, willing to obey any demands to finish what I started. "And maybe the whole sorority," Bree added, as she lowered her cunt on my face. Her last words startled me, but I couldn't respond as I had a mouthful of pussy. Instead, I focused on the task at hand, to lick and please this beautiful box lunch. I could feel my own juice leaking out of my cunt as this teenager's intoxicating juices coated my mouth. I plunged my tongue into the depths of Bree's hole. I began teasing her pussy, going slowly, like I would often to my male lovers. But Bree would have none of it. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face roughly into her twat. She ground her sex all over my mouth. I licked and sucked at Bree as best I could, while she humped my face, as if she was marking me as her own. "I'm almost there. Suck my clit you fucking lesbo cop," she ordered. I really had no choice but to obey, Bree riding me roughly while holding my head, although I was desperately hungry to taste her full pussy juice. Seconds later, I was rewarded with the exotic sweetness of Bree's orgasm. She kept grinding on my face as her pussy juice coated my face, literally making it glisten like a honey dipped donut. The taste was like heaven and I eagerly lapped up as much as I could. Bree slowed down, bouncing her labia on my mouth as she came down from her sexual eruption. "Good, pet cop," she moaned, as she got off me. "I knew you would be a very eager cunt muncher." I stared at her with an infatuation that only added to my shame. I wanted more cunt. She had created a hunger that couldn't be satiated by one pussy. She continued, "You do remember my earlier instructions right?" There were lots of earlier expectations so I wasn't sure which one but I nodded, "Of course, Mistress." "Kat, my pet, you may claim your new pet," Bree declared. "Oh, goody," she giggled like a school girl as she took her place above my face, and added, "Is this what you wanted, whore? I saw you looking at me in my shop. I saw you staring at those shoplifting bitches even as you let them go. You crave another taste of pussy don't you?" Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop Truthfully, I was more in awe of how skimpy many of the girls' attire was, including Katherine's, but I wasn't about to get into a debate about semantics, as her pussy lingered just above me. I admitted, my hunger for pussy undeniable, "Yes, Mistress, I desperately crave pussy." "Well, this is your lucky day, bitch," Katherine smirked, as she lowered her muff on my mouth. I instantly began licking, noticing her taste more tart than Bree's, not unpleasant but not as undeniably intoxicating as Bree's. After a couple of minutes of licking, I felt something hard rubbing up and down my very wet pussy lips. Bree declared, "I thought our new pet may like a good fucking." As my cunt was filled, I realized that Bree was filling me with my very own nightstick. It had been a couple of months since I had last had something inside me, and an instant rush of pleasure trembled through me. As I continued licking, Bree declared, not moving the makeshift fuck-toy that was now buried deep inside me. "If you give your Mistress her orgasm, I will give you yours." Hearing those words only enhanced my eagerness to please. I sucked on Katherine's pussy lips and drove my tongue inside her tight wet hole. I wished I wasn't handcuffed so I could use my fingers too, my insatiable desire to please and be pleased all that mattered. I had accepted I was just their lesbian fuck-toy and I would undoubtedly, unquestionably, please them in any way they demanded. Although even thinking these words was shameful, they only enhanced my eagerness to please. Being a police officer was stressful and I always had to be in control. It was liberating to totally let go of the social expectations of my job and just give control completely to someone else. As Kat's moans grew louder and her climax approached, I sucked on her swollen clit, trying to get her to cum, my hunger to taste her pussy juice and get fucked my only focus. Near orgasm, she began humping my face like a cowboy on a bucking horse, as Bree began to slowly move the stick inside me. "Fuuuuuuck," Katherine screamed, as her orgasm hit and my face was coated with pussy juice for the second time this wild evening. My own moans began even as I continued licking, as Bree fucked my pussy. Katherine eventually got off me, and I heard Bree ask, "What do you want, slut?" I liked it rough when I was fucked by a man and moaned, "Pound my cunt, Mistress, fuck your cop slut." Bree smiled at me, as she began quickly pumping half the long stick in my cunt. "Harder," I begged, lifting my ass up to meet her thrusts. "Fuck your bitch, harder." "She's even a bigger slut than my Mom," Katherine quipped. Seeing my look of confusion, Bree explained, as she kept fucking me hard, "You met Katherine's mom, actually." I looked at Katherine and instantly I realized the obvious resemblance, "Your mom was in the Corvette." "Yeah, Mistress Bree told me about the stop as did my mother," Katherine revealed. "She diiiiiid?" I questioned, the pleasure of being fucked by my own night stick driving me wild. "Mom's also my slut. Mistress Bree gave her to me," Katherine said matter-of-factly, as if Bree had given her a sweater. "You have sex with your motherrrrrr?" I asked incredulously, the naughty concept of incest actually turning me on. "Yeah. She licks my cunt when I need it, and if she's good, I reward her with the strap-on. When she's disobedient, like the night you saw her, she must be punished. She's really becoming a good pet, but she just needs training from time to time." Katherine explained clearly enjoying the shock on my face. Focusing back on the stick fucking my cunt, I moaned, "Fuccck, I'm getting close, Mistressssssss." My orgasm was imminent when a new voice appeared as the door opened, "Bree, are you in here?" I couldn't cover myself up, bound to the bed, as I gasped "Oh my gosh!" I wanted to shrivel up and die as the governor of our state walked in on us. The governor smiled, "Well, you really are quite the seductress, Bree." "Thank you, Governor," Bree smiled, her hand still on the night stick buried deep in me. The end of my career flashed before my eyes as this was the governor of my state, the woman whom I was supposed to be providing security for this very night, watching as a sorority sister fucked me with my own nightstick. I wanted to defend my situation, but no words could possibly explain how I ended up bound to a bed with a night stick in my cunt. The governor came to the bed, looking amused, as she said, "Well, I'm glad to see my security detail is making use of her accessories." "Yes," Bree responded, "she is certainly providing quality service." "Well, since she is my security, I think I should have her safeguard my treasure," the governor mused, as she removed her skirt. I couldn't believe it. The governor was getting undressed and, like the sorority sluts, she was not wearing panties. The governor noticed my stunned looked as she explained to me, a broad smile on her face, "No dear, I go without panties. You never know when some police officer may need to protect and serve." I stared in stunned disbelief as Governor Greene climbed onto the bed, straddled my face and lowered her completely shaved pussy onto my face. I had no choice, although I wasn't complaining, as I began to lick my third snatch of the night. I was in complete shock how I had gone from never haven eaten pussy to a veritable feast of muff, all in an hour. As Bree turned the nightstick inside me, she quipped, "It looks like Officer Riley is working her way up the food chain for a promotion." Governor laughed, "I do need a new member on my security team," as she began grinding her cunt on my face. I wondered if this was a serious conversation. Yet, I continued licking eagerly, ignoring whose cunt I was eating, but focusing instead on the task of pleasing. Frustratingly, the stick remained lodged in me, but not moving, a constant tease. Eventually, Governor Greene, demanded, her pussy on my face, "Fuuuck! Suck that clit, you fucking dyke cop." Seconds later, I felt the third flood of pussy cum exploding onto my face. For a third time I had got a woman off, for a third time I eagerly lapped up the sweetness of a cunt. Each cunt similar in taste, yet each cunt distinct as well. Eventually, the Governor got off me, and said, looking down at me, "But seriously, there will be an upcoming position in my personal security detail. You should apply for it. I believe your new boss will be just to your taste." "Yes, Governor," I nodded, before adding, somehow wanting to fit in, to please her, "I can both protect and serve you." "She is as delicious as you said she would be," Governor Greene smiled, looking over to Bree. "She's one of the most submissive sluts I've collected so far," Bree replied, no longer on the bed. The Governor added, "Oh Bree, I almost forgot why I came in here. Carrie wished to see you before she left." "Can you take care of her?" Bree asked, pointing to me. "Oh, I think I can manage," the Governor nodded, reaching for the nightstick and beginning to slowly move it in and out of me. I moaned, the long simmering fire inside finally being rekindled. Bree asked, "Do you know where my mother is?" "She was in your sorority president's room doing some training herself," Governor Greene answered, while adding, "Your sorority president is kind of a bitch." "I imagine that won't be the case once my mother is done with her," Bree said, as she got dressed. Katherine laughed, "Yes, I imagine there will be a hierarchy power shift by the end of the night." The girls left and Governor Greene asked, "Want out of those handcuffs?" "God yes," I admitted, my whole body aching from being in such a bound position. The governor quit fucking me again, a constant start and stop which was making me mad with lust. Once completely free of the restraints that held me down, the governor asked, "Have you come yet?" "No, Governor Greene," I admitted, praying she would somehow change that answer. "Fuck yourself, my pet," she ordered, as she took off her blouse. I didn't hesitate, reaching for the nightstick and beginning to fuck myself with it. I didn't make love to myself, I fucked myself, sliding the long shaft way deeper than natural inside me. In a minute, as I watched the Governor take off her bra as well, now standing before me in thigh highs and heels, my orgasm was rising. Wanting to show my utter obedience to her, I asked, "May I come, Governoooooor." "You may, my slut," she nodded, leaning down and taking my clit in between her lips. That was all it took as my long refused orgasm erupted through me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I screamed, "Fuuuuuuuck." The governor lapped my cunt and took the night stick and continued pumping it once I let go as my body collapsed in euphoria. Eventually, completely exhausted from the orgasm, the Governor pulled the night stick out and placed it on my lips. I obediently tasted my own juices, sucking the end of the nightstick like it was a cock. "I think you are definitely a qualified candidate," she smiled, joining me on the bed, lying on her back. "I'll do whatever it takes, Governor," I answered, meaning it, completely smitten with the governor. "Crawl between my legs and let's begin the informal part of the interview," Governor Greene offered, spreading her nylon-clad legs. I, of course, obeyed her order, crawling between her legs and serving her again. Two weeks later, after a few more personal meetings with the governor, during one of which I lost my anal cherry to her strap-on, was the entertainment for a small female gathering at her home, and even ate her out under her desk during a meeting with a women's group, I was hired to be part of her protection and to this day I am there for her to protect and serve twenty-four hours a day. The end