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Note 1: This is the third in a hopeful lengthy series of stories about Bree, a young woman who has the innate ability to seduce older straight woman. The first part was Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor; the second story was Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride. This story, like those, stand on its own, but if you want to learn more about Bree and her earlier conquests please read them first (or second, it doesn’t really matter).



Note 2: A special thanks goes to my loyal copy-editor Estragon; another special thanks goes to Goamz86 for an early read through.



Note 3: Another thanks goes to all my fans who have patiently waited for this story to be written…it has been a long road and a lot of false starts.



Note 4: Yet another thanks to nylon_master for suggesting the flight attendant concept.












Lesbian MILF Seductress: In flight



1. JOINING THE LESBIAN MILE HIGH CLUB



Bree wanted to travel the world and usually what Bree wanted, Bree got. So through a couple of connections, both older women who had submitted sexually to the young blonde, she got a first class flight to Germany during Spring Break. The week was a whirlwind of travel and Bree was so preoccupied with the sights and history that she went the entire trip without sex (well, it was also that time of month). So she was already going through domination withdrawal when the perfect opportunity presented itself.



Bree had requested the very front seat of the plane because she did not like people in front of her and she liked the extra leg-room. As usual, she got what she wanted for the lengthy flight back to America…a crazy midnight flight. The stars were all lining up perfectly: there were only three people in first class and the flight attendant in charge was an incredibly attractive short older woman, who Bree instantly decided would be her personal pleasure pet for the long flight home.



Bree dressed, as she usually did, in a skirt, thigh high stockings (Bree never knew when she would have someone crawling between her legs), a simple blouse and heels. She flipped off her heels as soon as she got seated and made sure the tops of her thigh high stockings were clearly visible to the attractive flight attendant.



Vivian was a veteran flight attendant, having done this for twenty-five years, ever since she was twenty-one. She had seen it all. When she noticed the young girl dressed so slutty for an overnight flight, she shook her head, assuming the young girl was intending on joining the mile high club. Vivian smiled as she recalled when she joined the club, fucking a pilot in the cockpit while the other flew the plane. They later swapped positions as she got a ‘fuck one, get a second fuck free deal’. For the first couple of years she was a popular piece of tail for the pilots, before meeting ‘the one’. She got pregnant, then married and had one child, her daughter Hillary, who was training to be a flight attendant as well.



Vivian loved her job, traveling being her passion, a passion her daughter also inherited. She was giddy with the thought of one day working with her daughter, who was a spitting image of her when she was younger. Even though Vivian loved her job, there was almost always a passenger who was a pain in her ass and this time she could already tell it was going to be this young tramp. Sometimes it was a drunk, others a pervert, others a crying baby or a terrible parent or, like today, a diva girl who thinks the world revolves around her. She sighed knowing it was probably going to be a long flight…unless the young lady fell asleep.



Bree read her a book on her Ipad once the plane was in the air. When the seatbelt light dinged it was safe to take the seatbelt off and get up, Bree stood up and stretched. She surveyed the small first class area. Both other first class passengers were already sound asleep and Bree smiled, knowing her window of opportunity was open now.



She sat back down and pressed her button for assistance.



Vivian saw the light flicker and sighed as she thought to herself, ‘I knew it.’



Hiding her resentment at the young diva, Vivian put on her fake happy face and went to her. She asked, “What can I do for you, Miss?”



Bree liked being called Miss and smirked at the fact that the flight attendant’s job made her a natural submissive. Bree asked politely, “May I have a blanket, it is chillier than I expected in here?”







Vivian thought to herself, ‘Of course, it is chilly, you are half fucking naked.’ Yet, the words out of her mouth were, “Of course, Ma’am.”



Bree, showing her first hints at dominance, corrected the older woman, “I am no Ma’am. I am twenty-two. You will refer to me as Miss.” Bree considered adding ‘or Mistress’ but decided to play the seduction slightly slower and less abruptly.



“Yes, Miss,” Vivian replied with the fake smile she had long ago mastered, glued upon her face. Inside she was seething as she turned and went to get the half-naked co-ed a blanket. She purposely took her time, her own subtle act of defiance.



Bree knew she had pissed off the flight attendant and caught on that the long delay at retrieving a simple item was a power struggle statement by the veteran.



When Vivian returned with the blanket, she handed it to the passenger without actually making eye contact.



Bree asked with sugary sweetness, while reading her book, “Could you please put it on me?”



“Yes, Miss,” the furious Vivian responded as she thought to herself, ‘Want me to tuck you in too?’



Once done, Bree said, her condescending tone as subtle as possible, but clearly there, “Thank you. You are a very good servant.”



Vivian considered clarifying that she was not a servant, but decided to let it go. “Is there anything else, Miss?”



“Yes,” Bree replied, not looking up at her, building on the servant treatment, “I will have a glass of red wine.”



“Of course, Miss,” Vivian replied, hoping the wine would make the young bitch tired.



Bree smirked. She loved the game, the hunt, the sly manipulation. The thrill of the chase was usually way more exciting and sexually stimulating than the sex that would inevitably end the cat and mouse game.



Returning with the wine and a glass, Vivian poured a generously full glass of wine.



Bree joked slyly, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”



Vivian stammered, “I-I-I beg your pardon?”



“Ooooh, a beggar, even better,” Bree flirted, playing on the suddenly ruffled MILF.



“What? No. Please, stop,” Vivian argued, trying to regain the situation.



“Please, yes,” Bree countered, allowing the blanket to slip to one side. “Could you fix my blanket?”



Vivian was flustered as she hastily fixed the blanket, her face suddenly flushed.



The plane bucked in a bit of turbulence, and half the glass of wine spilled onto Bree’s blouse.



Bree saw this as a great opportunity, and wasn’t angry, but acted it. “Fuck! What the hell?”



Vivian apologized profusely, as she did when an accident occurred, “I am so sorry. It was a complete accident.”



Bree unbuttoned her blouse and demanded, “Accident, my ass! Get this in water. If this stains I will have your job.”



Vivian grabbed the stained blouse and couldn’t help but notice the girl’s voluptuous breasts. She looked away just as quickly and took the blouse to a sink. She soaked it thoroughly and used the special stain remover that worked like magic usually. She took a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure. She grabbed an extra flight attendant blouse to bring to the bitch. She sighed when the light flashed, alerting her that passenger in seat one, was in need of assistance again.



While the older woman was gone, Bree slipped back into her heels, knowing they added a sense of power to any seduction.



When Vivian arrived back to the young woman she gasped. The big-breasted blonde was no longer wearing a bra. She began, handing the young woman the blouse, “Miss, you need to be wearing something.”



Bree glared at the stunned flight attendant and pointed out, “If you wouldn’t have overfilled the glass trying to get me drunk to fuck me I wouldn’t be half-naked.”



Vivian was flabbergasted. The girl’s accusations were so off-base they were absurd, yet she suddenly couldn’t resist taking a couple of peeks at the young girl’s firm breasts. She thought to herself how her breasts used to be that perky and firm but age and gravity had not been so kind to her. She stammered, “It-it-it was an accident.”



“Whatever,” Bree replied, dismissing the older woman’s defensive reply and tossing the blouse on the seat beside her. Bree could see the trepidation and confusion in the older woman’s eyes and knew the first pivotal moment was at hand. She said, “The least you can do is make it up to me. My feet are killing me. Could you please massage my feet?”



Vivian couldn’t believe the nerve of this young lady. Regaining her composure, she attempted to regain control of the absurd conversation, while desperately trying to ignore the young girl’s still uncovered breasts. She couldn’t tell if the young girl was flirting with her, or just playing games. She didn’t really care either way, she just wanted the flight to end and to get home and in her nice warm bed. Two weeks away from home was too long and her mind was beginning to play tricks on her. A small part of her, just the slightest tingle inside, was intrigued by the young blonde’s flirting. She had resisted many offers to play some lesbian games when she first started, but she loved men and men only…yet there was something suddenly drawing her to the seductive passenger. Ignoring the small flicker of curiosity, she said, “Sorry, Miss that is not part of the first class package.”



Bree didn’t flinch as she responded, “I know, but I want the full first class package.” Bree finished the glass of wine and stood up. In her heels she towered over the just five-foot-tall forty-six year old.



Vivian suddenly was intimidated. The young girl’s firm breasts and stiff erect nipples were just inches from her. She was speechless as she tried to process what was happening. Unthinkably, she felt a slight dampness in her vagina and her mind reeled.



Bree, like the predator she was, could tell when a prey was weak and went in for the kill. She put her hands on the woman’s shoulders and gently, but firmly, guided the dazed older woman to her knees.



Vivian felt herself being gently led to the floor and although she knew she should resist, the confident demeanour of her passenger had her in a trance. She glimpsed to the two other passengers to make sure they were still sleeping before she looked up at the young woman.



Bree sat back down and ordered like a rich woman would a servant, “Take off my heels.”



Vivian’s face was flushed with the humiliation that comes with servitude, yet she couldn’t deny that it turned her on. Her damp panties were impossible to ignore. She obeyed the simple task and waited for further instruction.



Bree, happy with the older woman’s obedience, continued, “Now please massage my feet.”



Vivian took the stocking-clad left foot into her hands and gently began massaging it. She couldn’t explain it but the touch of nylon, mixed with the girl’s perfectly manicured toes and her purple toenails, mixed with the clearly subservient situation that had somehow occurred, had her pussy was unexplainably tingling.



Bree knew she was in control, yet that there was still a fine line to get the flight attendant to cross. So Bree just relaxed and allowed the massage to relax her.



Vivian, accepting that it was easier to just appease the young passenger than to cause havoc in a sleeping plane, massaged the young girl thoroughly, just like she liked to have done to her. When she switched feet, she glanced up and gasped as she realized she could see right up the young lady’s skirt and that she was not wearing any panties.



Bree noticed the older woman’s reaction. It never got old, watching a straight woman slowly weaken to the point they are not only no longer straight, but also are submissive and eager to please a much younger woman. Bree teased, hinting blatantly at the obvious, “Don’t worry, you will get to massage that later too.”



Vivian who had just grabbed the passenger’s other stocking-clad foot suddenly realized, any lingering doubts now confirmed, the intentions of the young woman. Vivian had no idea what to do. She was not a lesbian. She hadn’t frolicked with a passenger in over twenty years and yet she could feel her responsible, professional self fading away. It was like when she used to get really drunk and her standards and morals dissipated, and she became a horny cock craving slut…although this time she wasn’t drunk and it wasn’t cock she was beginning to crave. A couple of minutes after seeing the young girl’s shaved pussy, she decided she had to end this now before she did something she really regretted. Adamant that she had to resist the growing temptation to submit to this young girl, she let go of the girl’s nylon-clad foot and abruptly stood up.



Bree, seeing a glint of resistance in the older woman, quickly regained control. “Did I give you permission to quick massaging me or stand up?”



Vivian, appalled at the young woman’s attitude of entitlement, replied, “I’m done.”



“I beg to differ,” Bree said, before threatening, “you have five seconds to resume your position, slut.”



Vivian couldn’t believe the half-naked passenger would have the gall to call her a slut. Vivian had only slept with one man for over twenty years; she was as faithful as Old Yeller. Vivian glared at the blonde passenger and retorted, “I am no slut and this little charade of yours is over.”



Bree laughed like the wicked witch of the west. “Reeeeeally,” she rolled out all dramatic.



“Yes, reeeeeally,” Vivian replied, sarcastically copying the young passenger.



Bree flipped her iPad to show her prey what she had been recording while the older woman assumed she was reading.



Vivian went as white as snow. She was watching herself on her knees in front of the young girl.



Bree explained, “Now obviously with one click this video can go to your superiors or to any number of stocking fetish websites. The best part is all they will see are my nylon legs, toes and thighs, but I think as you can see your pretty little face is very clear. And unless I am mistaken, and I seldom am, you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself down there.”



Vivian’s heart sank. She was being blackmailed and portrayed as some kinky pervert when it was the young woman, half naked, that was the real pervert. She tried to spin a way out of this in her head, but nothing came to mind.



Bree pointed out. “It has been way more than five seconds, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt, considering it is obvious you have not actually accepted our new reality.”



Vivian, defeated and confused, returned to her knees and continued massaging her blackmailer’s foot, an anxiety-riddled mess and yet just, as absurdly and unlikely, horny as hell.



Bree, going for the sexual jugular, teased, “You look hungry, are you ready to continue giving me the next part of the full-service first class treatment?”



Vivian knew it was coming and a growing part of her was excited but she knew this is where she had to draw the line. “Please, Miss,” she began but was interrupted and her message construed.



“Begging,” Bree teased, “I like that.”



Vivian stammered, “I-I-I wasn’t….”



But Bree shushed her and opened her legs. “I know what you are thinking right now. A part of you is dying to submit to me, to bury your face in my oasis of sweetness, but another part of you, albeit slowing shrinking, knows it is wrong to submit to a passenger. Go ahead take a good long look at my cunt, Vivian.”



Vivian obeyed staring at the enticing, slightly glistening, pussy. The young girl was completely correct in her assessment as well, as her conflicting emotions were causing complete turmoil in her head, body and loins.



Bree continued, “It’s ok, slut. I have already made your choice for you the moment I met you. I could tell you needed this, and now I am going to make it happen.” Bree paused to make direct eye contact with her about to break prey, before ordering, “Now crawl between my legs.”



Vivian knew she should resist, but she also knew Bree had the video of her. And although a weak excuse, it was the one she used to convince herself to do it. In her mind she was not doing it because she wanted to, but because she had no choice. She obeyed the pretty passenger and positioned herself between the stocking-clad legs of this seductress.



Bree knew she had won, like she always did. She purposely didn’t blackmail the MILF, wanting her to give in because of her own free will, as that was the best part for her, watching the stages of submission in action.



Part one: the initial shock. The idea of submission is presented subtlety, usually a moment that has never crossed their mind…at least not seriously.



Part two: the denial. After the prey gets past the original shock of such an originally ludicrous idea, she denies adamantly the idea even as her body and subconscious begins to get intrigued by the thought of submission. The prey convinces herself she is straight and would never submit to a woman, especially a younger one.



Part three: the consideration. Yet, the longer the temptation lingers the tiny morsel of intrigue in stage two grows and spreads like wild fire in a dry forest. For some they have always been remotely curious, for others their sex-life at home is stagnant and desperately needs to be ignited, for others they are in powers of authority and such submission gives them the stress relief their mind and body is craving and for others it is just a natural transition of their sexual being. For many it is a mixture of all or some of them and for the some it is just the intoxicating aura that Bree exudes without trying, like a sexual perfume that entices the innocent and corrupts them into the sin that deep down inside of them has remained dormant and ignored. But we are sexual beings and such sinful desires are in all of us just begging to be allowed to be let out…Bree has the ability to bring it out in spades. For the prey, this usually includes an inner battle between propriety and society’s expectations and the raw carnal lust that exists deep inside. The inner turmoil causes much anxiety and trepidation at first but these feelings slowly shift to excitement and intrigue as they consider becoming the sexual beings they are.



Part four: submission. Inevitably, regardless of the inner conflict, all the prey eventually submits. Some do so eagerly once they let go of their shame and insecurities, while others pretend to be forced into it. But once they are on their knees, between Bree’s legs and they have that first sample, they are addicted…always. They become addicts of her pussy and will do almost anything to taste it again. Most will wonder why they have never tried it before and regardless of their relationship with Bree after the submission, they will search and crave similar submissions for the rest of their lives.



Vivian stared at the young seductress’s pussy unsure what to do next. An invisible line was all that stopped her from final submission.



Bree allowed the older woman to hesitate. Bree loved to watch the final last second struggle before the inevitable. Finally, Bree, wanting the MILF to cross the threshold on her own, instead of ordering like she often did, offered sweetly, “Go ahead, Vivian. We both know you want to.”



As she heard the words, Vivian knew that they were true. What started as an absurd idea from a pretentious young passenger had slowly become an inevitable evolution to the undeniable. The young girl’s scent of sin was as appetizing as the scent of freshly baked cookies. The kind that mom used to make that she devoured whole. Without even feeling the shift occur, she felt herself lean forward, extend her tongue and submit. She couldn’t believe how sweet the young girl tasted, like peaches and yet like a whole new forbidden fruit. Vivian was tentative at first, but once the taste triggered her taste buds it was like an aphrodisiac shot straight to her brain, numbing any sense of wrong or morals and releasing a hunger that could never be completely satisfied ever again. She was hooked and began to lick with determined focus to make this young girl flood and feed her hungry lust.

Bree let out a surprised moan at the older woman’s eagerness. For one she assumed was a rookie, this one hit all the right buttons.



Vivian felt a rush of adrenalin when she heard the younger girl moan, knowing it was because of her. Such a thrill should not have excited the older woman, yet such recognition felt incredibly rewarding, like a child who had been recognized for doing something well. Vivian used her tongue to split the dominant passenger’s wet pussy lips. The new lesbian was rewarded with a small gush of heavenly sweetness.



Bree had to control herself, not wanting to come to quick. She complimented the new dyke. “Well, you are an eager little lez slut, aren’t you?”



The derogatory half-assed complimented should have offended the flight attendant and would have any other day in her life, yet at this moment the words shot a wave of pleasure directly to her now very feverish pussy. Mindlessly, her left hand went to give her pussy the much needed attention it craved.



Bree noticing this asked, again showing the Domme-sub relationship she had clearly created in such a short time, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself, slut?”



Vivian just as quickly pulled her hand away from her inferno of lust. As soon as she did she wondered to herself, ‘Why did I just obey?’ more determined than ever to get this bitchy young lady off, she did what she liked being done to her when she was close. She swallowed the young woman’s hard clit and nibbled on it with her teeth while simultaneously swirling her tongue around the engorged clit.



Bree was impressed with the older woman’s rookie tongue and knew that she was not going to last much longer. Deciding to remain in control and come on her terms, she grabbed the back of the short MILF’s head and began rubbing her cunt all over her new fuck-toy.



Vivian struggled to breath and yet continued her eager pleasuring of the wet cunt, wanting to drown in the love juice of the addicting young woman.



It was less than a minute when Bree’s legs stiffened and the convulsions began. Tremor after tremor pulsed through her and the dam broke as she released a wave of cum onto the eager and hungry new lez slut.



Vivian bathed in the sweet tang of sin knowing and revelling in the knowledge that it was her that had got the young dominant off.



Bree finally let go and ordered, her breathing still erratic, “Now get yourself off, slut.”



Those were the words that older MILF was dying to hear and so far past propriety, she leaned against the wall and started to frantically finger herself.



Bree watched amused, as she slowly recovered from her more intense than expected orgasm. This seduction was originally just a way to kill some time while on a long flight and join the mile high club, but she figured she might have to reconsider after that quality pussy-pleasing performance.



Vivian’s eyes were closed so she could focus on her impending orgasm. She slid two fingers inside herself and let out a louder than anticipated moan. Her climax was imminent when the seatbelt light came on and the pilot announced, “We are about to experience some turbulence. It may be a bumpy ride for awhile.”



Vivian opened her eyes frantic, but Bree demanded, “Don’t you dare quit until you have finished your bumpy ride.”



Although the building orgasm had subsided a bit, Vivian closed her eyes again and quickly brought it back up and just as she was close she felt a stocking foot on her crotch and without hesitation began riding it. Within seconds, Vivian came hard exploding her juices on the younger woman’s foot. She rode the foot throughout her orgasm ignoring the obvious humiliating implications of such a whorish act. Exhausted and completely sexually satisfied, Vivian collapsed on the floor. A moment later she felt Bree’s wet stocking-clad foot on her lips.



Bree smirked as she put the extra airline blouse on and instructed, “You got my foot soaked with your slut juice. Clean my foot up.”



Embarrassed by yet another humiliating order and her brain beginning to do the thinking again now that her pussy had been sedated through pleasure thought she had to get back to her job. She quickly sucked each of Bree’s toes like mini-cocks retrieving her own juice. She then licked the top of the wet stockinged-foot and looked up and saw that Bree had her Ipad out again asked, “Is that good, Miss?”



Bree, happy with the utter submission of her new slut, suggested “You should probably get back to work.”



“Of course, Miss,” a thankful, humiliated, confused and yet satisfied Vivian answered, finally standing up.



Bree finished with, “Where do you live?”



“New York,” the flight attendant answered, an odd flush of excitement at the thought of submitting to her again taking over.



“Hmmm, I’m from Boston, but I do visit New York on occasion,” Bree replied with a smile, hinting at future encounters.



Vivian left and Bree help asleep into a sweet slumber for the remainder of the flight.



*****



When they were about to begin descent, Bree buzzed again.



Vivian, who had had some time to replay and consider what had transpired, went to the young Domme trying desperately to avoid any further submission. As much as it felt so good to submit and it was easily the best orgasm of her life, she was married and was appalled at herself that she had cheated on her loyal husband.



As Vivian arrived, Bree could see the second doubts of shame that often followed a submission. Bree asked, “Are you wishing you hadn’t submitted?”



Vivian answered, “Yes, no, I don’t know.”



Bree smiled, handing Vivian her cell phone. “Put your contact information in here.”



Vivian grabbed the cell phone and considered entering false information, but even a she considered it, she felt herself typing in her truth. In a brief moment of time, one brief interaction with the young seductress, and she suddenly knew she was unable to resist the temptation to obey her.



Once the new slut returned the phone to Bree, Bree asked, “Do you want to submit to me again, slut?”



Vivian whispered so quietly it was impossible to hear by anyone more than a couple of feet away, “Yes.”



Their conversation was cut short by the pilot’s announcement that we were about to descend. Vivian quickly left and Bree relaxed, suddenly wondering how someone got a job as a flight attendant.











2. BECOMING A FLIGHT ATTENDANT











After her seduction of Vivian, it occurred to Bree that a great opportunity lay in front of her. Bree loved to seduce older women, Bree loved women in nylons and Bree loved to travel. Why not get a summer job as a flight attendant and do the two things she loved most: seduce MILF’s and travel.



So through a couple of connections, Vivian being one of them and another older women who had submitted to the young blonde sexually, she was hired to be a stewardess for the summer.



She was giddy with excitement at the complete untapped potential of not only stewardesses, but passengers, hotel workers, maids and maybe even women pilots she would meet on her four month journey. She had already committed to working with Senator Daphne Green when she returned for the upcoming election, but how the most powerful female Senator in the country ended up a submissive plaything to Bree is a whole other story.



Now Bree wasn’t strictly a lesbian; she loved a good hard cock filling her on occasion, but she loved women more….older women mostly. She had always had girls and even more so older women checking her out and falling over themselves to eventually please her. Bree had many, many pets, including her mother (another story altogether…especially since her Mother was a Domme herself), her best friend’s neighbor, her sorority house Mother, the Dean’s wife, a black lawyer, a police-woman, a nurse, a teacher, a banker, a couple of professors, her soccer coach, Senator Daphne Green and more…not to mention her many high school friends and sorority sisters. Bree had learned to use her unique sexual attraction to her advantage and, of course, to get this sweet job that would have her travelling all of Europe and parts of Asia all summer.



Bree was excited at the opportunity to travel and get paid to do it, just as much as the sexual adventures she was anticipating.



Two weeks of training and she was on her first flight: Boston to Paris. She behaved those two weeks, resisting the urge to seduce the clearly curious forty something trainer and also resisting the urge to dominate the cute southern belle she was rooming with. It was the longest Bree had gone without sex since she was a teenager…but she was confident that would change and change in a big way.



…..



Bree loved her outfit, although unknown to her superiors, the patent tan pantyhose that went with her flight attendant outfit had been altered to be crotchless. Almost everyone has a fetish, a simple kink that gets their meter running; for Bree it was silk stockings. At school, both high school and college, she made her submissive pets wear stockings every day as a symbol of obedience and loyalty to her. She decided the pets she collected in the skies would also have to wear stockings or crotchless pantyhose, instead of regular pantyhose, so she could have quick access to them if and when she wanted.



As soon as she met Pearl she knew she had her first target. Pearl was in her early forties, and was going through empty nest syndrome, because she had two kids, twins, who had graduated last year. If anyone was easy pickings for a seductress like Bree, it was Pearl. Pearl was chubby but pretty, and would be MILF-a-licious if she lost a few pounds. Pearl was plain in almost every imaginable way. She had brown eyes, and brown hair with the odd grey strand that she always wore in a bun. In her casual clothes she hid the fact that her breasts were actually still a very impressive c-cup and firm and her ass, although a tad chubby, was still quite fine. Yet, her stewardess outfit highlighted these features and had Bree’s interest piqued.



Pearl was also one of the most sincere and sweet women you could meet; the kind that will one day be the perfect sweet, doting grandmother. She was kind-hearted, patient and an extreme optimist who seldom got rattled even by the most annoying of passengers.



All these traits, mixed with her newfound loneliness, (her husband had died two years ago tragically and she had yet to even consider dating since then, instead focusing on her children and her work) made her the perfect target for the lesbian predator.



Bree often was aggressive right off the bat, overpowering an unsuspecting target and overwhelming them before they knew what happened, but she decided to play it more casual during the flight instead, complimenting the pretty MILF at every opportunity. Bree also made sure to give casual touches, always appropriate, but yet just long enough to hint at what was to come.



Pearl liked the young girl’s outgoing personality and eagerness to learn (something Pearl herself would soon be doing). The girl reminded her of a younger version of herself, a go-getter, a people person and yet someone who knew what she wanted.



Half way through the flight Bree began the seduction slyly. “Pearl, how do you do it?”



“Do what?” the older woman asked.



“Not snap when passengers hit on you?” Bree asked feigning frustration.



“It doesn’t happen too often,” Pearl replied, reminiscing to when it was a more common occurrence.



Beer grabbed her prey’s hand and said, her voice sweet and sexy, “As if. You are the sexiest woman here.”



Pearl blushed, shocked by the compliment and by the strange feeling that jolted through her from the gentle touch of the very pretty and exotic younger girl. Breaking out of her trance, she said, returning the compliment, “There is no way I am the sexiest woman here when you are on this plane too.”



Bree slowly made small circles with her thumb on the woman’s hand, just the slightest hint of the sexual touch that would surely follow. Bree smiled the smile that had weakened many a straight woman, and said, “Well, there we have it. We are the two sexiest women on this plane.”



Pearl laughed and asked, “Who has been hitting on you?”



Bree shrugged, “Well a couple of teenage boys in the back have been rather relentless and annoying, although the pretty redhead in the third row I don’t mind.”



Bree had thrown out there the first lesbian reference and watched as it began its dirty work, like a rumour that starts innocently and spreads like wildfire.



Pearl stammered, “Y-y-you were hit on by a woman?”



Bree shrugged, “It happens to me all the time.”



The seed planted, Bree squeezed the MILF’s hand softly before letting go. She winked and said, before turning to go and check on the passengers, “And she is good enough to eat.”



Bree walked away with a huge smile on her face, knowing that she had confused the older woman and planted the initial seed that would slowly grow as her plan of seduction was set in motion.



Pearl watched the young girl walk away and stood frozen in confusion. Was she hitting on me? Or was she just an outgoing sexual young woman? Weren’t they all nowadays? Pearl couldn’t deny how nice the girl’s soft hands felt touching hers and how she desperately longed for that feeling of intimacy again. That said, even though she felt just the slightest of dampness down below, it never occurred to her that she could be curious.



Twenty minutes later, Bree was chatting and flirting with the attractive redhead when Pearl came by with drinks. Pearl did not hear their conversation but the older redhead’s flushed cheeks and girly giggle implied that flirting was going on.



Bree, seeing Pearl, smiled and promised, “We will talk later.”



The redhead, in a voice that could not be interpreted in any way but forward lust, replied, “I hope so.”



Pearl was instantly curious about the conversation and intrigued by this unique, outgoing blonde.



When Pearl reached the end of the plane, Bree said, “Oh my God, she is insatiable.”



“Really?” Pearl asked, hoping for more details.



“She has invited me for drinks in Paris tonight,” Bree revealed, slowly reeling in the shy unsuspecting MILF with the tiniest pieces of tantalizing tease.



Pearl stammered, “I-I-I don’t think that is a very good idea.”



Bree shrugged again, her devilish smile tantalizing and suggestive. “You only live once.”



Before Pearl could respond, some turbulence hit and they each went to their designed positions.



Pearl couldn’t explain the feeling inside her…eventually she realized it was jealousy. Sure she would give the same advice to any young colleague; she had many times seen fellow colleagues get themselves in troubling sexual encounters with passengers, or pilots for that matter.



Yet, she had never seen a female passenger attempt to pick up a female flight attendant, although she knew many of the European flight attendants were very sexually available, often lesbian or bi.



Although Pearl knew when a woman was attractive and had her own silk pantyhose fetish (which was one of the reasons she became a stewardess), she had never seriously considered having sex with a woman. Although she’d had a couple of opportunities while out with other stewardesses in Germany and Amsterdam, back when she was younger and partied harder. Once she married, she quit partying and any serious temptation to experiment faded as she would never cheat. Yet, now single, her vagina untouched by anyone save herself for over two years, Pearl was ripe for the picking.



Bree couldn’t see her prey, but was pretty confident that she had planted the first seeds of curiosity. She was also very confident she could make that redhead go down on her in the airplane’s bathroom right now, but she resisted the temptation. Joining the mile high club had already been checked off her sexual bucket list, so she focused on today’s prey. That said, she was going to have the redhead between her legs soon. Her pussy was on fire, as it always was, when she was on the hunt for new straight MILF subs. The journey was just as, if not even more, exciting as the final destination and Bree’s final destination was turning her older, innocent colleague and roommate for the next two weeks into a hungry lesbian pet.



Once the pilot took off the seatbelt sign, Bree quickly went to the bathroom and coated her fingers with her addictive sweetness. Once satisfied her fingers were adequately coated, she went directly to the pretty fortyish redhead and slyly offered the first class passenger a free sample. “A special sample, Ma’am.”



The redhead smiled knowingly and opened her mouth to sample Bree’s ecstasy. Bree positioned herself so the passenger behind couldn’t see and purred, “I expect you to be in the first female bathroom when we get off this plane, is that understood, my pet?”



She nodded in the affirmative as her tongue swirled around Bree’s now very clean finger. Bree pulled her finger out of the hungry submissive redhead and stood back up. The passenger beside the redhead’s eyes fluttered open, completely unaware of the sexual game play that was happening inches beside her. The sixty year old woman asked Bree, “May I have a water?”



Bree shifting instantly from predator and Domme to sweet and subservient, like a chameleon, she answered, “Why if course, you can. Did you enjoy your sleep?”



“Yes, I usually can’t fall sleep on a plane so it was a pleasant surprise,” the elderly woman answered.



Bree’s fake smile showed her pearly white teeth and her cute-as-could-be dimples, as she played the perfect stewardess, “I am happy you got some rest. It is a long flight.” Turning to the redhead, whose name Bree still did not know, she asked, “Can I get you anything, Ma’am?”



The redhead smiled, her sexy as hell French accent dripping innuendo, “No thank you. I want the lingering after taste of my last snack to stay with me as long as possible.”



The elderly woman asked, “What did you have? It sounds delicious and I could have a bite to eat.”



Both women smiled at each other knowingly as Bree recovered quickly. “It was a special treat of sweets.”



“Hmmmm, sounds delightful. May I please have some?”



The redhead desperately tried to hold in her laughter as Bree said, “I’ll see what I can do.”



Bree left to get the water and snack of some sort when she finally let lose the laugh she successfully held in check while the older woman unknowingly asked to taste her pussy juice. Bree got the elderly woman a fruit platter and water and as she leaned across to hand it to her, she felt the redhead’s hot breath on her neck, which brought a quiver to her needy pussy. Flushed herself, Bree stood back up and asked, “Is there anything else I can get you two lovely ladies?”



The elderly woman said, “I am fine now. Thank you very much, young lady.”



The redhead smiled, “I’m still a little hungry. How long till we land?”



Looking at her watch, Bree answered, “Just over an hour.”



The redhead sighed. “Well, I guess I can wait.” She looked towards the bathroom, implying the obvious.



Bree caught on, but controlling the situation as she always did, countered, “Well, they say all good things come to those who wait.” Bree left to go and check on other passengers, leaving the promise of something great for the redhead to think about, to crave.



Pearl watched some of the Interaction between Bree and the passenger as mixed emotions flooded her. For the most part, she wanted to protect the young blonde from the redheaded predator, completely unaware that the real predator was Bree. Pearl was also in charge of training the young stewardess and didn’t want her to get in trouble for unethical conduct, unaware that one day soon she would be doing many unethical things. Yet, a tiny but growing part of her was becoming intoxicated with the pretty blonde. There was something so different about her. Without even subconsciously realizing it she on more than one occasion had stared at her pantyhose-clad legs, her unpractical four-inch pumps, her firm ass, which she swayed with confidence, and her charming smile that seemed to be winning over all the passengers. As soon as Pearl realized where her mind had wandered, she quickly shook her head back to reality, although it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the growing fire down below, a fire that had not been rekindled in a long time.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful and soon the flight was pulling into the Paris terminal.



Pearl was desperately looking forward to a bubble bath at the hotel, maybe a quick self-satisfying moment and a good night’s sleep.



Conversely, Bree was looking forward to having her pussy pleasured by the French redheaded woman, hitting the hot tub at her hotel and building on the strong foundation of seduction she had began with the adorably cute and innocent Pearl.



Once safely landed and docked, the passengers stood up, stretched and began their weary walk to their next designation, wherever that might be. The redhead made eye contact with Bree who nodded slightly, implying their secret rendezvous was still on.



Pearl noticed the subtle interaction, but was unclear what it meant.



Once all the passengers were gone, the three stewardesses, the third being an anorexic, unmemorable, brunette named Ethel, finished their duties and prepared to leave, when the two pilots came out of the cockpit.



The very handsome and charming pilot, who had been the focus of a few of Pearl’s late night solo adventures, asked, “Well Blondie, you survived your first flight. That calls for a drink or two.”



“Or five, after all that turbulence you were hitting. I figured you were trying to make it my first and last,” Bree quipped, laying on the charm, showing she could play the flirt game with men too.



He laughed and said, “That was nothing, sugar. First round is on me, ladies.”



Bree was a superb reader of facial expression and body posture, and noticed Pearl’s face flush and realized she could use this piece of information to her advantage.



Ethel said, “Sorry guys, early flight tomorrow, I need some shut-eye.”



The other pilot, a balding pudgy man, said, “I’ll meet you there. I have to call the ol’ ball and chain.”



Bree, eager to meet up this the unnamed redhead, followed this lead, “Yes, me too. I need to call my mom.”



“Your mom?” the handsome pilot asked.



“I know, I know,” Bree smiled, “but as my Mom says, I will always be her little baby.”



Pearl defended Bree. “Good for you, Bree. I wish my kids would call me more often. They moved out and boom I no longer exist, except when they need money.”



The balding pilot joked. “Yes, that seems to be universal.”



Bree asked, “Where will you be?”



“The cockpit lounge,” the handsome pilot answered.



“I’ll meet you there,” Bree smiled. Bree disappeared and found the bathroom where she assumed the redhead would be.



As expected. The redhead was waiting by the sink, freshening herself up.



Bree said, coyly, “Is that for me?”



The redhead jumped a bit, startled by Bree. She went red as her hair. “I hope so.”



Bree pointed to the open stall in the corner and followed in behind the redhead. Once the stall was closed, Bree positioned herself on the toilet, spread her legs and demanded, “Get snacking, I am suppose to be going for drinks now.”



The redhead fell to her knees and was soon staring at the glistening pussy of the irresistible sexy, young stewardess.



Bree explained, “I don’t wear panties to often and unusually wear stockings, but these skirts are too short, thus I made my own crotchless ones, you like?”



“I love,” the redhead admitted, her hypnotized eyes and salivating mouth giving away her hunger.



“Get licking, dyke. You have had me horny for hours,” the blonde seductress demanded.



The redhead leaned forward and began licking. If the sample taste on Bree’s fingers on the plane was good, licking directly from the source was heaven. One lick and like so many others, she was hooked. She licked slowly, savouring the young girl’s cunt, not wanting this moment to ever end. The redhead was bisexual and had been with a couple of dozen women in her forty-seven years, but none were even close to the sweetness of this American. She used the width of her tongue to part the stewardess’ pussy lips and then slipped her tongue inside her, attempting to fuck the blonde with her tongue.



Bree was impressed with the redhead’s experienced tongue. Bree’s horniness all day, mixed with the redhead’s tongue had her orgasm building in only a couple of minutes, which was rare for the seductress. She considered resisting the quick orgasm and holding out for longer, but she wanted to get to the bar and flirt with both Pearl and the sexy pilot, who she vaguely recalled was named Ethan. Bree deciding she wanted the long awaited orgasm to hit, demanded, even as she heard a couple of others enter the washroom, “Suck my clit, slut.”



The redhead eagerly obeyed, pulling the swollen hard clit in her mouth.



That was all Bree needed and she flooded the French woman’s face with her cum.



The redhead lapped up the cum, determined to get every last drop of the hypnotic woman’s delicious pussy.



Finally spent, Bree pushed the still licking redhead away and complimented, “You are a pretty good pussy-pleaser.”



Still on her knees, the redhead said, her French accent somehow making it hotter, “It was a privilege to please you.”



Bree helped her up, kissed her, tasting herself on the older woman’s lips. Breaking the kiss (no one ever broke Bree’s kiss first), she said, “That was fun, but I need to go.”



The redhead, worried by the thought of never tasting the young girl again, rifled through her purse and handed Bree a card.



Brew took it, unsure if she would ever use it, but you never know, and looked at it. Her name was Francine and apparently she worked at a jewellery store. “Well, I finally get your name. It was a pleasure to use you, Francine.”



Francine blushed but countered, “The pleasure was all mine.”



Bree suddenly realized she didn’t really want to be caught in a lesbian tryst in her work uniform and said, “Crawl to another stall.”



Not liking the idea, but also not wanting to disobey the seductive young woman, she obeyed, but not before offering. “Bree, I don’t just work at the jewellery store, I own it.”



Bree’s eyes sparkled at the thought of diamonds. “And?” she questioned, wanting the older woman to say it.



“And I would love to give you something special as a souvenir of our time together and hopefully entice you to come and play again,” the redhead gushed.



“I’ll be in contact, slut. But be warned, when I have time I like to train my sluts to be full-service pleasure toys for me.”



“Oh my God, yes,” the redhead gasped, unable to hide the excitement at such a submission.



Bree added, “I’ll text you when I am in town next and you can maybe show me around Paris.”



“I would love to,” Francine agreed.



“Now get out of here, I am late,” Bree ordered. Bree watched amused as the forty-seven year old crawled under the stall to another one. Bree waited a couple of minutes, to make it look less conspicuous, before leaving the stall to a surprisingly empty washroom. Bree checked herself in the mirror, before heading to meet up with the sexy pilot and her MILF prey.



She arrived at the table and the pilot teased, “Is Mommy ok?”



Bree shot back, as she sat down beside him, the only empty spot, “She is good and I had time for a quickie too.”



Bree glimpsed over to Pearl whose face showed her recognition that it might be true.



Ethan laughed, “Well, all you had to do was ask.”



“Maybe, next time,” Bree teased.



Pearl watched how easily Bree flirted and was again jealous. How did it come so easily for Bree? How did she ooze such sexuality? Did she really go and have a quickie? These questions swirled around and around the overwhelmed older woman.



For the next couple of hours, drinks were drunk, stories were told, bullshit was spewed and the sexual tension built with each finished drink.



The sexy, still single, forty-two year old pilot was confident he could score the young new flight attendant.



The balding other pilot just enjoyed being in the company of such beauty, fully aware she was out of his league, even if he wasn’t married and faithful.



Pearl was a mess. Her vagina was on fire and if she didn’t get off soon she might do something very stupid. She had been trying to flirt with Ethan for weeks, and he was receptive it seemed, but she had no idea how to move from flirting to fucking.



Bree watched, amused at the awkwardness of the shy and clearly horny Pearl. She also was enjoying Ethan’s hand on her leg, although he never pushed further inland.



All four of them at different levels of intoxication, it was Bree that finally announced, “I am beat. This whole working thing is exhausting.”



All three laughed, and Ethan, like a player hoping to get into a girl’s pants, paid for all the drinks. A shared taxi later, where Ethan sat in the middle of the two inebriated ladies, and they were at their hotel.



After they checked in at the front desk, Bree went to Ethan and hugged him, her hand going to this crotch. She whispered, “Impressive. I may have to let you fly in for an overnight stay, one day.”



Just as quickly, she was gone, and the handsome pilot was left stunned and horny.



In the elevator, Pearl asked, “What did you say to him? He looked flabbergasted.”



Bree shrugged, “I just checked out his plane size and suggested that one day I may let him fly in for an overnight stay.”



“You didn’t?” Pearl gasped, not even able to begin to fathom being so forward.



“I did,” Bree smiled back. “And since it is obvious that you are into him, I will give you some Intel. He is well-equipped.” Bree used her hands to imply his size.



“Oh my,” Pearl blushed, before defending, “and I am not into him.”



“Oh sorry,” Bree teased, “you want him in you.”



“Bree!” the shocked older woman gasped.



Bree laughed as they reached their floor. “Please. I thought you were going to fuck him right then and there.”



“Oh my God,” Pearl gasped, shocked at the accusations, even if they were true.



Once in the room, Bree laughed, as there was only one king-sized bed.



Pearl said, “Oh, they gave us the wrong room.”



Pearl went to the phone to complain, but Bree said, “No biggie. It will be like back in high school when my girls and I shared everything.”



Pearl joked, but sat on the edge of the bed, “That was decades ago for me.”



Bree flipped out of her heels and whined, “Man, are my feet sore.”



“I told you. Comfort and practicality over look and sexiness,” Pearl pointed out.



Bree took the slight opening offered by the tipsy MILF. “So are you saying I am sexy?”



Pearl stammered, suddenly on the defensive, “I-I-I um didn’t say that. I said your heels were sexy.”



“Oh, too bad,” Bree pouted, attempting to make the older woman feel guilty. She hadn’t planned to conclude the seduction today, but the conditions were perfect. The MILF was clearly horny, rather tipsy if not drunk, and they were alone in a hotel room with one king-sized bed. The sexual seduction gods had spoken. Bree lay on the bed and took the first risk, the one that would set the tone for everything that would follow if the MILF agreed. “Could you massage my feet, Pearl?”



Pearl was shocked by the question. “Pardon?”



“You were right. My feet are on fire and I need a massage, badly.” Bree pleaded with her tone and eyes, a look that had made much stronger straight women than Pearl break.



Pearl paused, and Bree added, “I’ll give you a massage back. I am told I give really good massages.”



Pearl noticed the way the beautiful blonde stressed the word good and suddenly realized she could use a nice massage too. Pearl smiled, “Ok, but don’t you dare back out of giving me one.”



The innuendo obvious, yet oblivious to Pearl, Bree promised, “Oh, I will make your whole body tingle.”



Bree positioned herself strategically using a few pillows to lean back so that if played right Pearl would eventually get a first-hand look at Bree’s shaved, glistening pussy. After coming earlier, her scent would also linger close by, a silent but deadly aphrodisiac.



Pearl repositioned herself as well, onto her knees at the foot of the bed. She didn’t catch on at all to the obvious power shift that had occurred from her very subservient position. She took the younger girl’s stocking-clad left foot into her hands and started to massage. She had always loved the feel of silk on her legs and was surprised at how great the feeling of silk on her hands on another woman felt. Curious, she asked, “You didn’t really have a quickie, did you?”



“Jealous,” Bree teased, knowing this straight MILF would not be straight much longer.



Pearl again on the defensive stammered, “N-n-no. It is just I am worried about your job if you did.”



Bree pushed the envelope. “So I should keep my play time in house.”



Pearl looked up, confused by what Bree meant. “What?”



Bree stated at her, her smile mischievous. “If I can’t play with passengers, then I have to play with my co-workers.” Bree paused a moment, before adding, “Do you think Ethan would fuck me?”



Pearl went red again. “I don’t know, isn’t he a little old for you?”



Bree smiled, the hint as obvious as one could make it. “I like them older.”



Pearl moved to the other foot and Bree shifted her position, to give Pearl a very clear view of her candy.



A couple of minutes of silence lingered as Pearl continued the massage, her vagina becoming wet of its own volition. She realized Bree had not answered the question. She looked up to ask again and was distracted and derailed when she was staring at the young girl’s pussy. She gasped.



Bree asked innocently, “What? Is something wrong?”



Pearl stammered, acting as if she hadn’t just seen the young girl’s wet vagina. “Nothing. I just realized you never answered my question.”



Bree’s smile never changed as she answered, without actually answering, “I don’t lick and tell.”



Pearl knew she should quit now, before things got out of hand. Yet, her pussy was tingling, having a mind of its own.



Bree, seeing the trepidation of her prey, ordered, with pleasant authority (if such a thing exists), “Lay on your belly, Pearl.”



Alarm bells went off in Pearl’s head, yet she ignored them, a part of her curious, another part of her wanting a massage to relax her and another part of her horny as hell. She obeyed the blonde’s order and closed her eyes for whatever might occur.



Bree straddled the adorable MILF, discarded her own blouse and bra and started with a conservative massage. She did the older woman’s shoulders and neck slowly and with detailed attention to weakening the MILF even more.



Pearl relaxed and was soon having an out of body experience, a mixture of the drinks, her horniness and the girl’s hands a heavenly experience.



Bree, gifted in knowing when the opportunity was open, moved lower and gently unzipped the MILF’s skirt.



Pearl still in the zone of relaxation, questioned weakly, “Bree, what are you doing?”



Bree, in charge now, explained, “Ssssshhh, just relax, Bree is here to look after you.”



Bree’s calm voice and explanation made sense to the tipsy, relaxed, older stewardess and she actually lifted her hips up to allow the younger stewardess to slide the skirt off. Pearl should have been self-conscious about being half-naked, yet having shared hotel rooms with hundreds of women, being partially undressed with a colleague was nothing new. Plus, she still had on her pantyhose, panties and blouse.



Bree evaluated the forty-seven year old’s backside. Her ass was still quite firm and her legs were perfect. Bree put her hand under the back off her prey’s shirt and continued the slow burn massage seduction. A couple of minutes later, Bree whispered, “I’m taking your bra off, ok?”



Pearl mumbled, “Sure,” as she continued in her relaxed state of nothingness.



Bree unclasped the older woman’s bra and slyly pulled it out from under her. Bree smiled as she knew she was close to adding another MILF to her collection. Oddly, maybe because she was quite tipsy herself, or maybe Pearl’s sexy body and sweet demeanour had a big impact in her, but she was hungry to taste the MILF, something she never, ever, did first.



Pearl couldn’t believe how relaxed she was and how the young girl’s touch had her feeling so good. When she felt Bree’s hands begin massaging her pantyhose-covered ass, she didn’t even consider protesting, instead allowing the sweet touch just to take over her senses.



Bree expected at least a weak protest when her hands began kneading the MILF’s ass. When no protest came, Bree smiled and gave a thorough sensual massage to the older woman’s ass. Slowly, she parted Pearl’s legs apart, which opened easily without resistance.



As Pearl felt her legs gently being spread open she confirmed her earlier suspicion that the young girl had ulterior motives for the massage. Her pussy tingling, she was in no condition to protest, but instead lay still, excited about the possibility of intimacy, something she had longed for since her husband’s untimely death.



Bree’s hand went to the MILF’s pantyhose-clad crotch and Pearl let out an uncontrollable moan.



Bree took the moan as a sign to continue and she put pressure on the older woman’s layered pussy, again another moan escaped the mother of two’s mouth.



Pearl desperately tried to hold in her moans and hide her growing excitement, but Bree’s touch was like a match lit in a dry forest. The brush fire spread through her and nothing short of a miracle could stop the burning heat.



Bree used both hands to rip the MILF’s expensive pantyhose at the crotch.



This startled the relaxed older woman and she opened her eyes for the first time in quite some time. Looking over her shoulder, her mouth dropped open as she saw a now topless Bree. She stared at the young girl’s breasts, a desire to touch them, taste them, suddenly overwhelming her.



Bree smiled and instructed her soon to be personal plaything, “Relax baby, I know exactly what you need.”



Oddly, the topless girl’s soothing words made sense, and the older woman returned to her state of relaxation, surrendering her body to the beautiful girl.



Bree slid a finger inside the MILF’s panties, tracing her finger along Pearl’s wet and sticky pussy lips.



Accepting the inevitable, the forty-seven year old woman allowed her long ignored vagina to be pleasured by the young woman she was supposed to be training. Ironically, tonight would include the beginning of training, but it would be the trainer being trained.



Bree spoke for the first time in minutes “You need to come, don’t you?”



Pearl’s pussy lips being parted by Bree’s finger, Pearl’s conscious had shut off and she was only thinking about the fire down below. She moaned, “Yeeees.”



“How badly?” Bree asked, her finger entering the horny MILF.



“Desperately,” Pearl moaned, feeling the young girl’s finger glide inside her tunnel of lust.



Bree slowly fingered the deliriously horny older woman whose moans increased in volume parallel to the pace of the finger-fucking. Bree planned to eventually allow the sexy MILF to come, but not before she did, although the key was to get the horny MILF on the brink of orgasm and then quit, a skill the lesbian seductress had long ago mastered. She teased and pleased the moaning MILF for a couple of more minutes until she was confident the older woman would do anything she was told to orgasm.



Meanwhile, Peal couldn’t believe how amazing Bree was making her feel and how nice it was to just let go and allow someone else to be in control. It was something her husband had complained about on occasion, Pearl’s inability to just let go and be the sexual being God made her. Yet, now in a different country, more than two years since anyone had touched her intimately, she was willing to do anything.



Suddenly, Bree sensing the pivotal moment had arrived, pulled her finger out of the older woman, now in near climactic bliss, and demanded, “Turn over onto your back, slut.”



Pearl was shocked back to reality at being called a slut, a word that had never been used to describe her, ever. As she processed the shift in tone and aggressiveness of her predator, realizing clearly now she was the prey, she felt hands on her flip her onto her back. Before she had time to react, she saw Bree straddle her face and was soon trapped in a sauna of scented sex. She was staring at Bree’s vagina.

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