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Lesbian slave now the Seductress:  And Her Adventures 3

Lesbian slave now the Seductress:
And Her Adventures 3



After the successful seductions of Katherine's mom, Nadine, and my black neighbour, Ms. Myers, I was addicted to seduction and wanted to push the envelope by attempting to seduce a complete stranger... here is that story told in the words of the slut I seduced.

I sighed as I brought a new tray of fresh donuts to the counter. I felt all of my 40 years after working 12 straight 12 hour shifts. I had barely seen my two boys the past two weeks and when I did I was too exhausted to do much with them.

This was all 'The Bastard's' fault.

My parents never liked my husband. Said he wasn't trustworthy. They encouraged me to keep separate bank accounts. After all, they had owned the bakery first. I had balked at that at first, but thankfully had listened when they changed tack and suggested I have an account just in case something happened to my husband. Their joint accounts could be tied up indefinitely and would cause potential disaster to the bakery.

Something happened all right. The prick all but cleaned out our joint accounts when he ran off with a younger skink. I mean its one thing to leave your spouse, but what kind of ass leaves two preschool boys?

So, by working 12 hour days, and having the help of my parents, I was able to maintain the same lifestyle as I fought in court for alimony from my deadbeat husband.

My business was successful and thankfully I had kept all the profits in the account my parent's insisted I keep. That way, I could still indulge in my one remaining weakness: fine clothing.

The bakery was downtown in the business district and I wanted to fit into the high flying lifestyle of the rich and famous and did so through professional, sexy, designer dresses. Though the stress may have faded my youthful glow a bit, the hard work made my body the envy of girls half my age. And in a nod to my one bit of naughtiness, I wore fine silk thigh highs underneath my classy business attire.

Not that anyone got to see what was underneath. The workload had really taken over my life and I hadn't been on a date with a man since The Bastard left. There had been flirtations at work, and my lawyer was definitely interested in me, but I refused to be tempted by that juicy apple until the divorce was final. I sure didn't want an indiscretion with my lawyer to be used against me by my conniving husband.

That said, the lack of real sex, my fingers and my vibrator were no longer satisfying me, and was beginning to be a major distraction to me at work and at home. I needed this divorce done soon so I could fuck the hell out of my lawyer or any man I wanted.

I was drawn out of my semi-depression by the telltale 'ping' announcing a customer. Two young ladies, late teens, early twenties perhaps, walked in giggling.

"Hello, may I help you?" I asked, trying not to yawn knowing there were still five more hours before closing time.

The brunette stood demurely, twisting the ends of her hair, which I thought was odd.

The blonde, who seemed to definitely be the leader of the two, said with a smile, I was looking for something sweet, and it seems I've found it.

Well, this is the finest bakery in town. I have donuts, éclairs, cookies well you can see the selection. Let me know when you've made your choice, I said, not used to having teenagers in the store.

Oh, I think I know what I want, the blonde said as she stared into my eyes, as if hitting on me, I'll have a chocolate éclair.

I ignored the thought she was flirting with me, as I asked the other girl, And for you?

The brunette didn't speak. Instead, the blonde spoke for her. Oh, I told her she may have dessert later, stated the blonde, her eyes never breaking contact with mine.

It was odd, but I grabbed the chocolate éclair and handed it to the blonde.

The brunette took it as the blonde paid me.

Enjoy, I said, like I always did. My baked goods were the best in the city and usually after someone came here once, they came again and again.

Oh, I plan to, the blonde said ominously.

Curious about the relationship between the two strangers, I watched them go to a table at the back. I went to the kitchen to check the buns in the oven and pull them out. After buttering them, I let them sit and returned to the front.

I checked on the teens and saw that the brunette was on the blonde's lap feeding her the éclair.

This was a classy bakery in the heart of downtown. While I had no problem having two teenagers in my store dressed a little too slutty for midday, I sure didn't want them making a scene in my establishment.

I walked over to them and asked, what are you two young ladies doing?

The blonde looked up at me and said matter-of-factly, my pet is feeding me.

You’re what? I asked, hearing her, but not believing what I heard.

The blonde explained, my pet. She is serving me now, and later she'll get her dessert.

Perturbed, and not wanting any of this in my store, I said, I don't know what you two are up to, but you need to leave now!

The blonde smiled, Are you sure? You might like to watch this.

Maybe it was the months of no sex, or the fact that it reminded me of the sexy scene from the movie 9 1/2 weeks, but although I didn't want to admit it, there was something erotic about watching the one girl feed the other. All though the fact was two girls dampened the effect a bit.

Speaking of damp, I thought I could feel myself getting that way. Are you kidding me I thought to myself? These two silly girls needed to go, and I seriously need to get laid soon!

Out! I ordered firmly, and if should you come back, please learn some manners.

We'll certainly be back, the blonde grinned. She added, looking at me, There are sweets yet for you to sample.

I shook my head, thinking the girl misspoke in her silliness, I'm the one with the bakery, I don't need to sample sweets.

Let's go, my pet, the blonde ordered, with a devious smile.

Yes, Mistress, the brunette replied, subserviently.

I couldn't believe it as I watched the submissive act. I had been submissive to my husband, loving the feeling of letting go and just doing as I was told. I loved sex and loved having my boundaries pushed. My first time anal, my first time fisted and my one and only threesome while in Mexico with my ex-husband all were acts done through obedience to my husband. All were things I wasn't interested in originally, yet all three brought me intense pleasure and satisfying orgasms once I shut off my moral code and just obeyed and became a complete slut for a night.


Man, I needed to be a slut for a night... or an entire weekend.


I watched them leave, before returning to work, the after work rush about an hour away. I ignored the tingling in my pussy, knowing I would be using my vibrator tonight.

It was about six minutes to closing time later that evening after an excruciatingly long, busy day, when I heard the ping and sighed. I just wanted to go home.

I asked, not even looking up, May I help you?

We're back, a voice said.


By nutbuster

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