Summary: Bree earns backstage tickets to a Selena Gomez concert and...

Note 1: Thanks to Jedd for inspiring the story.

Note 2: All characters are at least 18, yada, yada, yada.

Note 3: In this story I bandy about the names of a number of real-life celebrities, and Bree gets intimate with Selena Gomez herself. In case it needs saying, this is all done fictitiously; I don't have any inside information on the sex lives of the rich and famous.

Note 4: In 2016, thanks to Robert, Dave, Wayne and JMEdison for editing. In early 2019, thanks to Tex Beethoven for helping me give it a fresh polish.

Note 5: 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 Bree's senior year of high school)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bakery (a couple weeks after Neighbor & Chocolate)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30^th B'day (late summer, last weekend before her beginning college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse (during her first and third years of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer after her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pop Star (summer between sophomore and junior years of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Church Mom (immediately after Pop Star)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Spa (during the beginning of her junior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (summer job after college)

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Although most of my tales are about MILFs I've seduced and turned into cunt munching submissive pets, on occasion I also enjoy sharing my conquests of younger people (such as in Pre-MILF).

I hadn't seen this pet in a few years, but after having her go down on me just minutes before her sold-out concert, I recalled how I'd gotten one of the biggest pop stars in the world to be my plaything.

Here is her story:

Kimberly had been one of Bree's earliest pets (See Pre-MILF). She was a brainiac and an accomplished cellist. Contrary to what some people think, classical music and modern pop aren't mutually exclusive. Bree, having just returned from a month in Europe after finishing her sophomore year of college (when she had greatly increased her collection of MILFs and other pets), was visiting Kimberly for the first time in months, reacquainting her cunt with one of her favourite pets. Kimberly had mentioned over the phone that she had a surprise for her.

Now Bree liked surprises as much as anyone, but first, besides the cello, Kimberly played another instrument. Although she was already outstanding on it, she always needed to keep up her practice in order to maintain her expertise. Namely, her finely tuned mouth organ on her Mistress' tasty box.

As Kimberly drew her bowstring tongue over Bree's sweet music box, the Mistress thought back to turning out this once naïve reverend's daughter. She'd once been an innocent, sheltered little nerd girl, hidden away in frumpy clothes, a spinster hair style and an introverted personality. Bree had seen past the blandness of her outward appearance to the inner hotness behind her future sub's quiet demeanor.

Over time, Bree gave a makeover to the shy girl. Her raven hair remained unpinned now, flowing past her shoulders. She now wore shorter skirts, although they were still knee length. Her cunt she now kept smooth, and she generally wore contacts. She'd gone from nerd to chic... Bree able not just to turn straight girls and women... but to transform them.

Bree loved to see the former nerd looking up from between her thighs, tongue firmly entrenched in her pussy while still wearing her glasses. Bree would have powerful orgasms during this scene, coating both Kimberly's face and glasses with her pussy juice... although she loved turning new MILFs, she also had a soft spot for this nerd turned hot pet.

After catching her breath from the fantastic orgasm Kimberly had given her, (Kimberly was a perfectionist, and each cunt lapping was better than the last), Bree decided to let her have an orgasm. She didn't eat her snatch; she almost never sucked a pet's cunt. That gift was reserved for her Mistress Mommy and whomever Mommy told her to please, which was also rare, as Carrie liked to keep Bree close to her heart, or at least close to her cunt.

So Bree wasn't much of a pussy muncher, but she was expert at wielding a strap-on, as Kimberly experienced while Bree hammered into her doggy style. The plastic cock pounded into her deepest recesses, yet as only another woman can, Bree knew to drag it across Kimberly's g-spot... Bree could be a most generous Mistress to the right pet.

As Kimberly recovered from the explosion of euphoria only her Mistress could give her (she'd tried doing herself with her finger, brush, cucumber... but only Bree made her fully experience fireworks), even though it had been three years since her first submission and taste of pussy. Bree circled around in front of her, and after having her tongue-wash the toy dick clean, removed it, and stroked her pet's hair as she asked, "Now what has you so excited my pet? Other than the chance to lick my snatch again, that is?"

Kimberly was an accomplished classical musician, having soloed with professional orchestras, and truly loved most all forms of music (except rap, which she didn't categorize as music: it was just rhythm with no other musical components), and she was bursting to tell her Mistress the news. "Mistress Bree, I have great news. I just won two tickets to the Selena Gomez concert. And the radio spokesman said when I arrive at the station, I'll get a chance to win two more. It's your decision, of course, but I thought Katherine and Laurie could join us if I win the extra tickets. Some of your MILF pets would go if you commanded them to of course, but I don't think any of them would care for Selena."

Bree thought about this for a moment. Really, Kimberly was right. She could order a MILF or two to come along, but Katherine and Laurie would be more fun. Besides, Kat was her number two, and she liked having her bestie with her when there were new straight girls to turn, which there likely would be... and Laurie and Kimberly had become good friends after each accepted her position at the feet of her Mistress (even though one was a minister's daughter while the other had been and still was a popular cheerleader).

Bree also liked her pets to take the initiative when pleasing her, whether between her thighs, or in general. She praised Kimberly with a "Good girl", stroking her hair, then rewarding her with another stroking, this one with a dildo she saved for special occasions. It was a strap-on with two appendages, designed to fuck a pet in both her cunt and asshole at the same time. Kimberly squealed as a second orgasm crashed over her, followed in quick succession by a third and fourth. Yes, Bree could certainly wield a strap-on.

Afterwards (afterwards meaning one more orgasm for Bree on the face of her expert pet), Bree left the nerd's bedroom to go home, after making arrangements to accompany her to the radio station. On her way out, she passed Kimberly's mom Sarah... someone she'd considered turning for two years now. If she could turn a minister's daughter, then why not a minister's wife?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two days later, Bree accompanied Kimberly to the radio station. The receptionist invited them to have a seat, and she called the promotions manager.

Moments later Karen, the promotions manager, arrived at the door, accompanied by Ken, the lead DJ.

"Miss Wilkins, we spoke on the phone. I'm Karen and this is Ken. You've probably heard him on the air. It's so nice to meet you. Would you please come this way?"

After walking down the corridor and arriving outside Karen's office, noticing Bree for the first time, Karen clarified, "I'm sorry, this is a private meeting. Did you get lost on the earlier tour?"

Not knowing how much to reveal, and with an almost imperceptible nod from Bree, Kimberly responded "This is my close friend Bree. I asked her to come with me today, as you said there may be a chance to win two more tickets. I thought she might help, if that's allowed."

"Oh well, certainly my dear. Please, both of you, come this way," and ushered them into her office, followed by Ken.

Not noticed by either Bree or Kimberly was the subtle locking of the door. "Well Kimberly, let's get down to business. You've won two tickets to the Selena Gomez concert in three weeks. While I set the promotion up, Ken, as lead DJ, will be the one who signs off on the forms. As I mentioned, there is also a chance to win two more tickets, which did I mention, are front row tickets?"

Kimberly signed the papers and then turned to face the radio personalities. It was then that both she and her Mistress noticed the odd smiles on Ken and Karen's faces.

Ken now spoke. "As the one in charge of the giveaways, I'll inform you of the conditions of your gifts. You will indeed have a chance for two more tickets. But I also have the power to take the ones you already have away from you. The details in the contract you just signed nullify your gift under certain conditions which weren't specified. And guess who specifies those conditions?"

Bree caught on quickly. She'd sometimes used somewhat similar tactics herself. She knew they weren't getting out of here un-fucked, not if they wanted the tickets. And she didn't want her pet to be disappointed. Kimberly was always so eager to please. Of course, she'd be punished later, Bree had to keep up her domme reputation. But for now she'd go along. Ken looked like he was part black, and she'd never had a black cock, though she'd always wanted one. She hoped the rumors were true. If she were going to do this, she hoped to get a nice thick eight- or nine-inch piece of meat to split her peach.

"Well, I have to admit I didn't see this coming," Bree said, taking control, smirking, before adding, "although I've used similar tactics myself. So OK, out with it. What do you want? Kimberly really wants to see this show, and I'd hate to disappoint a pet as loyal as she is."

"Pet?" Karen exclaimed. "A woman after my own heart. How delicious! This should be more fun than we thought, Ken."

"It looks like it may be indeed," he replied.

"OK, we get it. It's gonna be fun. So what do you two morons want? I can't believe I didn't sniff this out. I would have pulled it off much more smoothly. Come on, out with it. Obviously, we have to get you both off to get the four tickets. So how do you want us?" Bree spoke in frustration, annoyed she hadn't sensed this from the start.

"Well, our time is limited, so we can only have one of you apiece. So no offense, as you're damn hot, but since I'm giving away the tickets, I think I want the 'pet'," Ken stated.

Karen interjected "I'm sure you do, but in charge of tickets or not, I still outrank you. And I feel a pet is just what I need today. You know I do love submissive young girls, Ken."

Bree was slightly insulted at both of them wanting Kimberly over her... this was very uncommon... maybe Kimberly's makeover had been too good.

Ken knew about Karen's proclivities. Several times he had seen Karen perform this scam, both with and without his assistance. She loved getting naïve teens and college girls to lick her out, and then send them on their way with some token prize. It's not that Karen wasn't attractive. At forty-seven, she was slightly overweight, but he thought that if she tried, she could still pull in plenty of pussy without dangling such bait as concert tickets. (Being a committed lesbian, she studiously avoided any contact with him during their capers. Once right after he'd cum on a coed's face, the girl had accidentally brushed up against Karen, and Ken thought she was going to have a panic attack.) No, it was just that she took the easy way out and relied on his help with this whole prize giveaway scam. No one ever seemed to notice that only pretty girls ever won prizes at this station. Of course, since the girls were excited to meet the famous celebrities, they were always willing to do as they were told. Girls were nothing if not shallow... just like men.

"Sure, that's fine. I guess it's back to you and me, hottie," Ken said to Bree.

Bree thought to herself, Well, I guess I should make the best of this. If nothing else, I can finally sample a big black cock. That said, or rather thought, Bree responded, making it clear she was still in charge, "You'd better have a big dick."

"I've never had any complaints."

"Get naked, pet," Karen directed Kimberly, reclining back on what could aptly be called a casting couch. She raised her skirt as she lay back, revealing her absence of panties.

Kimberly hesitated, looking a question at Bree.

Bree nodded her approval.

Bree turned to find a place to place her clothes while they all undressed. She glanced toward the couch and saw that while Kimberly was now naked, except for her thigh high stockings, always expected to be worn by her pets, Karen had only unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, revealing her slightly sagging but still nice tits. While bigger than Bree's, they weren't as firm. Her skirt she retained, though with no panties, her cunt was clearly visible. Her mousy brown, though slightly graying pubes showed evidence of shaving, though clearly it had been a while. Bree thought she could be attractive if she put some effort into herself.

"Come here, pet," Karen called out to Kimberly, spreading her plump thighs, as she drooled over the amazing body of the coed... surprised to see such a young woman wearing sexy stockings... something she herself hadn't worn in years.

Bree considered taking control of Karen, she was confident she could, but she was still young, hadn't quite turned twenty-one yet, and was unsure of how to pull off the combination of dominating Karen, controlling Ken, and still getting the tickets. (Of course, a few years later she would have done just that.)

Kimberly hesitated again, looking towards Mistress Bree, unsure what to do.

"Let's get something straight," Bree directed her words at Karen. "We'll fuck you two for the tickets, because Kimberly is one of my most loyal pets and I hate disappointing such obedience, though later she'll be disciplined for her part in getting us into this situation."

Kimberly hung her head slightly as Bree continued. "But she is my pet. Not yours, nor anyone else's. In fact, under slightly different circumstances you may have become my pet as well. So do not refer to her as your pet, and if you do so going forward, tickets or not, we walk out of here, and I'll find a way to make you pay. Is that clear, Karen?"

Karen wasn't used to being spoken to in such a way, the girls usually fawned over her... anything to meet some celebrity. Realizing she may have met her match, she still tried to save face and replied, "I doubt I would have been your pet. But I do want this delicious thing to wear my cunt cum, so it's all the same to me. So if you please Kimberly, come to me and taste my feast."

Ken chuckled as Bree stated, "Better."

He enjoyed seeing Karen being taken down a notch. He even whispered to the aggressive coed, "Good job. I may have to find something extra for you for that performance."

As Bree turned to face him though, she knew what she wished he would find extra. Ken was obviously excited to fuck the young Mistress, as his cock stood rock hard at attention. All five inches of it.

Bree's disappointment must have shown as Ken felt compelled to explain, "Yeah, about the obvious, that's a big myth. All those tales about cock size: myths. Race, hand size, foot size, height. All of it. Look at me. I'm half black, six feet four, wear a size 13 shoe, and you can see my hands. I played baseball in high school and college. I'm by no means gay, but I am a noticer. I've seen plenty of cocks in the showers and believe me, there's no correlation. A black guy and a white guy I saw at different times each claimed to have ten inches. They used to pick on the rest of us because we had smaller packages. The biggest I ever saw was part Native American, and if those two had ten inches, then that red fucker was packing a legitimate foot-long chili dog, if not more. He had to scare most girls off with that fucking horse dick. Now, Hispanics and Asians seem to average slightly smaller, but even some of those guys must have been carrying eight inches."

Bree was stunned at his little anatomy lesson, and for once, she didn't have much to say. "But I heard black guys..."

"I know hottie, but it just ain't true. Please don't be disappointed. I really do put it to good use. Aside from a couple of obvious size queens, I've not had complaints. And well, I really hate to sound selfish, but it is kinda about me, and I have no doubt you'll satisfy me. Give me a good time, and I might do the same."
Bree sighed, knowing she'd be faking it, and said, "Okay, Mr. Diversity. Let's get this over with." Ken gently laid Bree back, and dipped between her legs.

He thought she might need a little extra moisture after her disappointment and slid his tongue between the folds of her tight slit.

He's not too bad, Bree thought, maybe one of the best guys ever to suck my cunt. I guess he tries harder to compensate for his equipment.

Ken began to stab his tongue in and out of her cunt in cock-like fashion.

Bree was starting to warm up. This guy may actually be the best pussy pleasing guy I've ever had.

She was reminded he was still a man though, as she listened to Karen. "Fuck yeah, you tongue-fucking lesbo. All you little coed dykes play hard to get until a little bauble is dangled in front of you. Then you can't get enough of Karen's cunt. Ahh shit! That finger in my ass is a nice trick. Not many of you box lickers know to do that. You've been taught well. Maybe I'll even get your Mistress to demonstrate on me."

Bree had had enough of this overconfident bitch, but she was distracted as Ken seized her clit between his teeth. Damn, no doubt about it. He's definitely the best male twat licker I've ever had. Now she having been pleasured by numerous female pets of all ages, he still didn't know pussy as well as a woman. But if he kept that up, he would definitely drag an orgasm out of her.

Whether planned or not, Ken chose that moment to rise up and slide his cock into her.

You're kidding me, Bree thought. I sure hope he knows how to use that thing like he says.

Ken began stroking in and out of Bree's muff. In spite of his small piece, Bree's twat was still tight around him. Knowing he might not last long, he started hitting all the angles that had, in truth, won him praise. With some strokes he grazed her clit. With others he scraped her g-spot.

"Oh fuck! That's it, you little slut. You like Karen's cunt, don't you? I'm nearly there! Suck my clit, you fucking dyke! Oh fuuuck!" Karen wailed as Bree heard Karen's cum juice splatter on her pet's face.

Well, halfway done, Bree thought. This guy isn't bad. I'm almost there. I hope I can get off before he does and then he'll come and we're done. Mmm. He's hitting my g-spot just right. Almost there. What the hell?! No! Damn it, no!

Bree had felt the stiffening of Ken's cock. She now knew she wouldn't get off before he did. Are you fucking kidding me? Bree thought as Ken shot ropes of cum into her wet box. They must pull this scam off regularly, but he's shooting like he hasn't cum in months.

Ken blasted seven or eight powerful spurts into her twat, then the usual two or three dribbles. Finally Ken left all his jizz inside Bree and exhausted, slumped onto her.

Bree was not leaving like this... she was going to get off too. She whispered to Ken. "Karen's a dyke, right? And she's probably a bitch to you, right? Has she ever had a cock? Even once?"

Ken responded in a low murmur, "She's indeed a dyke, and while I can't speak to her private life, I've never seen her eating pussy. She always gets girls like you and your friend to service her. She has had cock, it's just that it was plastic."

"If you go along with me, not only will I overlook your part in this, I'll get your cock inside her," Bree promised.

"You're on. I'm in just out of curiosity," Ken said, always sick of Karen bossing him around.

Bree rose and strode over to the exhausted Karen. Her eyes still shut from the job Kimberly had done on her, Karen never knew what was coming until she felt movement on the couch and looked up into Bree's sperm-filled snatch.

"Absolutely fucking not!" she screeched. "I don't eat snatch, I get mine eaten. And get your fucking hands off of me," to Kimberly, who upon a signal from her Mistress had grabbed her arms.

As Bree began riding the radio exec's face she proclaimed, "Oh you're about to do several things you 'don't do'. Now get this man cum out of me and be thorough. He dumped a major load inside me."

Karen struggled, but she was pinned between Bree's thighs and had her arms being held by Bree's pet. Gasping for breath, she was swarmed by the strong scent.

"Eat me, bitch," Bree demanded, as she grinded her box all over the chubby lesbian.

Karen could barely breathe and without even trying, she'd sampled a few brief tastes of Bree's honeydew.

After a couple of tantalizing tastes, and resigned to her fate, she began licking with a purpose.

She knew she was sucking Ken's cum out and that was okay, but it had nothing on the addicting sweetness of Bree's box.

Karen became so consumed with lapping Bree's cunt, she didn't notice she was no longer being restrained. She did notice however, when Kimberly tweaked her nipples. Hard. Trying to shove more of her tits into Kimberly's active hands, and arching her hips up involuntarily, Karen was surprised to find a cock sliding into her soaked cunt. And it wasn't plastic!

"You bastard! You're in on this? I don't do cock. Never! I'll have your job for this!" Karen was screeching at Ken even as she was raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

Unknown to Ken or anyone else at the station, this wasn't her first cock. She'd had many, and rather enjoyed them. It had been years ago, though. Coinciding with her rapid rise in the radio world, she'd left cock behind somewhere around the age of thirty. A young intern willing to do anything for a good reference had dropped to her knees when Karen had jokingly asked. "You'd even eat my cunt?" Before she knew what was happening, the girl had her head underneath her skirt, her panties around her ankles, and her tongue buried in her slot. This was the beginning of her journey of having girls please her pussy... and they always got her off so much better than men.

So now it had been sixteen years since she'd had a real cock. And in all that time, she'd never eaten pussy, she'd only had girls pleasure her. Now, in one afternoon, both those things were changing. She had to admit Bree's twat tasted heavenly. And although his dick was only average, Ken was hitting all the right spots with his thrusts.

Ken could sense the bitch was on the verge beneath him. Though he knew he wouldn't be coming anytime soon after dumping such a huge load in Bree's tight cunt, he was determined to have Karen squirm on his cock.

"Get back to eating, slut," Bree demanded, resuming her grinding on the chubby bitch's face.

After a couple minutes of getting fucked and simultaneously licking her first twat, Karen was going wild. Eventually, the combination of Ken's masterful cock-work and the experience of lapping her first cunt, finally sent Karen over the edge. She slammed her hips back against her co-worker even as she screamed out her ecstasy into Bree's box. This, in turn, triggered Bree's delayed orgasm.

As they all lay in various postures panting, Bree finally climbed off Karen's face. After she had Kimberly clean her up with her tongue, she nodded to her to get dressed, and as she gathered her own clothes, she addressed the two radio personnel, "I believe my pet is now owed four concert tickets. What are you going to do about that?"

Ken let her know, "After that performance, you girls deserve a serious upgrade. The upper left-hand drawer? Yeah, open that, and you'll find a stack of VIP passes. Take four of them. Those aren't just tickets, they're front row. And they'll also give you exclusive backstage access after the concert. There are a dozen of them but after this, I'll just shred the others, so you'll have it to yourselves. Enjoy."

"Thanks," Bree said, having what she came here for (pun intended), "We're gonna leave now."

"OK", Ken said. "We're just gonna stay here a bit and work out some new business details. On your way out, could you send in Hillary? We'd appreciate it." He knew Karen had already had the young receptionist between her thighs, and he was anxious to expand her job description.

Walking back to the car, four backstage passes in her hand, Bree addressed Kimberly. "You know you must be punished, right?"

Hanging her head, Kimberly responded, "Yes, Mistress Bree."

"It's OK, my pet" Bree reassured her. "You must be disciplined to teach you to be more careful. But this wasn't willful disobedience, so I'll go easy on you."

Two weekends later, Bree had Laurie stop to pick up Kimberly for the concert. Their fourth wasn't Katherine, but Laurie's elder sister Micah, who was a year ahead of Bree and Laurie in college. She'd originally been a very resistant turn, especially when Bree had insisted that the two sisters have sex with each other, but over the course of three years of training, she'd mellowed remarkably and fit into Bree's family of sluts quite happily. Another initial hurdle had been the fierce competition between the two elder sisters in the family (there was a third sister in the family named Kendra who was a year younger than Laurie, and while she was sexually active with guys by now, she was blithely ignorant of Bree's 'club' and of her sisters' part in it). By now, Micah and Laurie had long since abandoned both their rivalry and their objections to incest, and at home when they had sufficient privacy, they more or less took turns dominating each other.

As has been said, Bree had initially planned on having her lifelong bff and top pet Katherine come along. Katherine was always so much fun and so helpful where potential new pets were concerned. Bree could have ordered, and Kat would have happily complied. But she had a new seduction of her own planned. She was using her Mistress' first MILF, her own Mom Nadine, whom Bree had given to Kat as her own pet... her first of many to come. Kat was being assisted by her Mommy pet in a turn, and Bree had allowed her to skip the concert to complete her own first turn that she was orchestrating.

Bree had the other pets wait in the car as she went to get Kimberly. Sarah opened the door and ushered her in.

"Kimberly, Bree's here," Sarah called up the stairs to her daughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out in the car, with Micah driving, the four girls chattered and giggled about their upcoming night.

Once they were at the show, the three pets tried to spot a likely prospect for some fun afterwards, but they started losing focus when the opening band started. And when Selena hit the stage, all other thoughts were history.

The girls joined with everyone else in singing along, and they went crazy as she sang her biggest hit for an encore.

After the show was over and most of the crowd was leaving, Bree and her pets headed backstage with their exclusive passes.

Approaching the dressing room, they were confronted by a large white security guard and an even larger black one. The black one spoke. "Excuse me, did you ladies lose your way? This is a restricted area."

Bree, flashing the passes, stated, "We were granted passes, so we should be okay."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Miss Gomez is preoccupied at the moment, and she may be for quite some time. I regret your inconvenience. Perhaps I could get you an autograph."

Bree hadn't come this far not to get what she'd already paid a price for. She was prepared to pay a bit more. Or one of her pets would pay, actually.

"You have no idea what I went through to get these passes," Bree purred, sidling up to the man. "And I'm prepared to do even more," she offered as she stroked his cock. Oh fuck, jackpot! she thought. This cock felt huge, and it wasn't even hard... maybe sometimes the black cock myth was true.

The security guard being a hunk, got hit on all the time, but he was no more than amused. "What's your name, little lady?"

"I'm Bree, and these three knockouts are my pets. They will also do whatever is required if I tell them to," Bree informed him, oozing with her usual charm.

"I'm Bubba. Yeah, I know. Didn't expect that did you? And let me further surprise you. I like you. You have spunk. And if I were so inclined, I think I'd take you up on that offer. But sadly for you, I have no interest in taco, if you catch my drift."

"You mean?" Bree said, indeed getting his drift... she could turn straight women gay and could make almost any guy do as she pleased, but gay guys were the one group she had no power over.

"Yep," he nodded.

"Fuck!" Bree sighed, before adding, "I finally get a big black one this time, and he turns out to be gay."

Bubba added, "If you have the same offer for Dexter here though, I think he might be able to help you."

"Dexter?" Bree asked, always envisioning that name to equal nerd, not buff like this muscle man.

"Yeah, I know. We don't really fit stereotypes. So the question remains. Will you help Dex out?" Bubba asked.

"Micah," Bree said, snapping her fingers and nodding towards Dexter.

"Yes Mistress," Micah replied, loving cock as much as she loved pussy. Since Mistress Bree had seduced her, she'd become a cum hungry slut for cum... girl cum, guy cum... it didn't matter. In fact several times in the last few years she and Laurie had shared a guy in a hot threesome.

"Is this one OK?" Bree asked.

Bubba asked, "Whaddya think?"

Dexter, eyeing the tight-bodied college cheerleader simply stated, "Fuck yeah!"

"Then we have a deal", Bubba pronounced. "I'll turn my head and allow you access. You understand, of course, that if Miss Gomez asks me to, I'll be forced to escort you out. I'm not getting fired over this."

"I understand. And thanks for the assist. Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" Bree asked, disappointed at not getting to try that big black cock.

"There is one thing actually. I think you'll be able to figure it out once you're in there. Something I'd really like," he said with a smile.

Bree was confused, but she felt she could trust his judgement and agreed, "I'll do my best."

Bubba let her in and even after all Bree's experience of the past three years, nothing had prepared her for what came next.

In her dressing room Selena was bent over a couch, her pantyhose ripped, small perky tits bouncing, while a gangster-looking Latino pounded her from behind, her long hair wrapped firmly in his hand.

"You like this, don't you, puta? You go out in public with your fucking boyfriends. You fuck those crackers. But those white bastards can't give you what you need, can they? You need a real vato to give you what you need, right you fucking little puta? You need a real man pounding that pinoche, huh?"

"Sí sí chingar mi pinoche! Fuck my pussy! Pound my tight hole!" Selena was yelling. "Give me that chollo cock! It's better than all those crackers I fucked. Fuck me, Chavo!"

Bree motioned for Laurie to use her phone and film a bit of the encounter and send it to Bree's email. Bree then made her presence known.

"Wow! That's very impressive, such a tiny girl having her twat pounded so ferociously. You can seriously fuck. Of course a Disney princess in such a position would be quite the scandal, don't you think?" Bree said while waving her phone.

"Who the fuck are you, chica?" Chavo asked, though he didn't stop fucking the hot little songstress, not at all concerned about some white bitch.

Selena, obviously smarter, and grasping the trouble she was in, told him, "Quiet, Chavo."

"Who are you talking to, bitch? I'm not one of your white boy toys," he said, all the while still banging her tight pussy.

"Enough, Chavo! Don't you see the spot we're in?" Selena questioned, pulling herself away from him.

"Okay, baby, okay. It's just I know how you like me taking charge," Chavo apologized, the role playing apparently done.

"Just let me speak to these ladies. Just, I don't know, go stand in the corner. Damn, what can I do with you?" Selena said, sighing. Her reputation was sweet as syrup, but she liked to be fucked... hard... and used like a slut.

Suddenly Bree understood what Bubba had angled towards. "If I could make a suggestion, Miss Gomez? Send him outside. I'm sure Bubba can find something to do with him."

Selena caught on. She only had Chavo along on the tour because she felt a need sometimes to be dominated sexually. But this chico had been starting to believe her needs entitled him to act that way outside the bedroom. Oh well, she was tiring of him anyway. Time to send him on his way with a parting gift. "That's not a bad idea, I guess. Chavo, get dressed and go see Bubba. Do whatever he wants. If you do what he says while I try to figure this out, I'll double your fee. But if you don't listen, you get nothing but a plane ticket back to L.A."
Chavo, just happy to have been tapping that hot cunt for the last couple weeks, readily agreed.

As he left, Selena, happy to be rid of him, turned to deal with Bree.

"Okay, you have me in a jam. I've never been blackmailed before. I assume it's not an autographed picture you want. So how much money are you talking about?"

"Oh, Miss Gomez, you have me all wrong. I saw how that man was treating you. I actually learned something about you I didn't know. I'll bet your fans don't know either," Bree said, smiling.

Confused, the pop star responded, "I don't understand."

"Quite simple, Selena, may I call you Selena? You are a submissive. I know something about submissives. I like them. I like them a lot. Isn't that right, my pets?" Bree asked.

"Yes, Mistress," came a stereo response from Kimberly and Laurie.

Suddenly Selena felt the lightbulb go on, even as she looked at this blonde Mistress with sudden awkwardness. "You want me to have sex with you? Why would you think I'm a lesbian?"

"Sweetie, it doesn't matter if you're normally a lesbian or not. Tonight you are. You have no idea what I went through for these tickets. To see you. The great Selena Gomez. I think you need to show some appreciation to your fans," Bree said after briefly relaying what had transpired to get her to this point.

"I'm so sorry for what you went through. I didn't even know there were any backstage passes given out for tonight's show," Selena apologized, thinking she hadn't tasted any pussy in a couple of weeks... but she sure wasn't going to tell these fans that.

"Oh, it's okay." Bree shrugged. "It was all worth it. Kimberly wanted to meet her idol, and I'll get a new pet."

"A pet?" Selena queried, even though she understood completely... it was a term by which she was often addressed by her secret Mistress.

Bree could see the celebrity wasn't freaking out, and she hoped she could add the pop star to her stable without having to use blackmail. Instead, she continued to stay in control as she added, "And you will be licking my slit in a moment, like a good pet, but if you need a little nudge, let me help push you."

Bree nodded to Laurie, the former captain of Bree's high school cheer team who'd been a real bitch in high school, and still was in public... now a cheerleader in college who maintained the charade of untouchable ice queen. But in Bree's presence she'd become one of the most submissive of her pets. She walked up to Selena and began caressing her body, starting at her shoulders. The diva shuddered as Laurie's hands moved down, softly fondling her small breasts, she twitched as Laurie scraped her nails over her taut abs, and straight out gasped as Bree's pet stroked across her bald mons, arriving at her swollen clit.

As Laurie continued, she now had two fingers pumping the songbird's hairless snatch, while she thumbed the sensitive clit. Little mews were coming from the celebrity's lips.

Selena felt the dam about to burst... especially not having come from her interrupted fucking.

And then the fingers were gone. Selena looked about in a daze. There was a raging hunger in her eyes.

"Want to come, my pet?" Bree asked, having seen that look of desperation many times before.

Desperate for release, her kitty on fire, Selena whimpered, "Yes, please."

"On your knees, my little Latina pet," Bree ordered.

Selena felt Laurie's hands on her shoulders again, but this time gently but firmly pushing her to her knees. She didn't resist.

"Crawl to me, my pop star slut," Bree ordered, and the former Disney good girl could no longer resist... not that she'd put up any sort of fight.

As she reached the seductress' feet, she looked up and saw the coed had lost her skirt and had no panties, but she was in a pair of thigh highs... interesting, The girl's bald slit was wet and looked inviting... instantly tempting the secret bisexual.

Hoping to have her own release afterwards, and unable to resist any longer, Selena Gomez, former Disney princess and current pop star, leaned in and dragged her tongue up the slit of her Mistress for the night.

"Oh fuck, that's good! Taking initiative. That's how you got successful, right? Now work that tongue, you celebrity slut. Eat your new Mistress' cunt! That's a good little Mexican slut. What did your boy toy call you? Puta? I actually know that word. Bite my clit, you songbird puta," Bree said, really enjoying the thrill of having such a huge star lapping her snatch.

Selena, ever the submissive in the bedroom, loved the humiliating talk. She intensified her efforts on Bree's now dripping snatch. She wanted to wring a massive orgasm from this hot dominant, as she used her tongue with the magic she'd been taught by her secret Mistress.

Bree was impressed by this pop star's tongue. No way was this her first time munching box. She'd played innocent and coy, but underneath that sweet, cute exterior was a wanton, submissive, and probably even trained, whore.

Selena could sense the girl was close, and she grasped Bree's tight ass in her hands as she stabbed her tongue into the bald snatch, alternating with flicking the clit.

Bree nearing orgasmic eruption, which was coming quicker than usual (a mixture of Selena's experienced tongue and the reality it was Selena Gomez herself between her legs), grasped the long black hair much like Chavo had done, wrapped it around her hand, and shoved Selena's mouth into her cunt, grinding her wet snatch across her pretty face.

Selena loved it rough, she loved when a woman used her face for her own pleasure and she kept on licking and sucking like the insatiable pussy slut she secretly was. God, she loved being used. It was so liberating to just be who she really was, and not some cute ex-Disney pop star.

"Nnng! Fuck you, little pop star puta! You're so good. I'm cumming!" Bree screamed a moment later.

Selena drank as much of Bree's juice as possible, though there was so much that she still had to wear some on her face.

Finally sated, Bree pulled up the Mexican star's face and did something she rarely did. She kissed her, her tongue dueling with Selena's. Damn I taste good, Bree thought, always enjoying her own cream. I see why I'm nigh irresistible. I'd be drawn to a pussy that tasted like mine myself. If I could lick my own twat, I might be my own pet, she mused nonsensically.

Looking down at the Selena Gomez, pop singer, wearing her cunt cream on her face, Bree now spoke, clarifying the obvious, "That was most definitely not your first time to lick snatch. Spill, my pet."

Selena didn't speak. The secret society of pop star lesbians was exactly that... a secret... a very heavily guarded secret.

"Speak now, my pet," Bree ordered.

"I can't," Selena responded, avoiding eye contact.

"You can and you fucking will, slut," Bree demanded, wanting to know if other pop stars were also cunt-munching lesbians. Knowing that true submissives can't disobey in the end, she ordered with firmness, "So tell me, who else's box have you dined on?"

Sabrina sighed, as she admitted vaguely, "Well I do have a few friends who... we... um... help each other when we have needs."

"You mean you suck each other's cunts?" Bree rephrased, loving to make it sound nastier.

"Yes," Selena nodded.

"So who are they?" Bree asked, "And don't waste my time trying to avoid the question: you know I'll get it out of you one way or another." Bree waved her phone to the pop star as a reminder that she also had video evidence if need be.

Selena sighed as she listed, "Lindsay Lohan, Demi Lovato, Kylie Jenner."

"None of these really surprised Bree, as they all were in the same circle. "Not Miley Cyrus?" Bree asked, thinking she had to be a cunt muncher.

"Fuck no!" Selena barked. "I wouldn't touch her cunt with one of those hazardous waste suits. What a nasty skank. Really, none of us have much to do with her."

Bree laughed, not surprised, but sensed there were more, "Well, continue, who else?"

"Kendall Jenner," Selena revealed.

"Wait," said Bree, curious if incest ran in the famous Jenner family, "You've had both of them. Have they had each other?"

Selena just smirked, feeling kind of liberating to reveal a secret she'd held onto for so long... plus, the Jenners would likely spin an incest rumour to their advantage... they always found a way to turn bad publicity into good.

"Sweet!" Bree said, imagining having the two Jenner girls serving her.

Selena, feeling completely liberated by revealing the names of her inner pussy circle added, "Hillary Duff. Zendaya".

Bree was surprised. Hillary seemed to maybe be the star who'd avoided the slut years... but then again, most girls were sluts when given the chance. Just like most girls would submit to her and become cunt munching dykes if given the opportunity. "Wow. An impressive list. I'd love to have Zendaya kissing my lower lips. Though I share your feelings about Miley."

At that moment, Bree heard Chavo scream, "Motherrr fuckerrr! That thing is too big!"

Bree knew Bubba had gotten his prize. Which reminded her. "So tell me, what does Justin Bieber think about this? Does he get to join you gals?"

Bree actually startled at the laughter coming from her pop pet.

"Justin's gay... I mean super gay. I have pegged him, though. He just has that thug image he projects, though honestly I never got it. He's a good friend, though. Like I said, I've pegged him some, it's kind of fun to be the one doing the fucking, especially because man does he squeal like a bitch. In his defense, he wants to come out. But his agents think he'd lose too much money after this gangsta wannabe image they've cultivated. Really I think it's their losing money that they worry about."

"Interesting," Bree said, as she glanced at a shocked and mortified Laurie, who was in love with Justin. "So do you have a Mistress, or do you star sluts just eat each other's snatches whenever you get the craving?"

Selena hung her head. It was one thing to reveal the other cunt munchers like herself, but it was another thing entirely to out the Mistress who orchestrated it all.

"You do!" Bree said giddily, as if she'd just gotten a great Christmas present. "How juicy. So who is she?"

"I can't say," Selena responded. "She wouldn't be happy with me."

Bree countered, "I don't know who your usual Mistress is, but tonight it's me. So unless you want a punishment like say, your friend out there, then answer me, my puta."

At that moment Chavo whimpered, "You're fucking tearing me apart, faggot."

"Says the man with a fat cock in his ass," Bubba countered.

"Taylor," Selena whispered.

"Speak up. I didn't hear you, pinoche eater."

"Taylor," Selena repeated, although still quiet.

Bree was unwrapping her present and quite sure the answer was her favourite singer, but she wanted to clarify, she wanted to hear it out of Selena's mouth, as she pressed Record on her camera, hoping to be able to use this evidence in the future, "Taylor? Taylor who?"

"Taylor Swift," Selena confessed, feeling compelled to answer, even as guilt riddled through her at revealing the leader of her posse of pussy pets.

"What?! I knew it! I fucking knew it!" Bree said excitedly. "When we've talked about celebrities we'd fuck, I've always told my pets, 'that Selena Gomez is a natural sub, but Taylor Swift is a domme'. Have I not told you that, sluts?"

"Yes, Mistress," from Laurie.

"Many times, Mistress," Kimberly concurred.

"So you've had your head between those long legs, huh? How does she taste?" Bree asked, thinking Taylor may be the one celebrity she would go down on.

"She tastes wonderful, Mistress," Selena admitted, now that the secret was out she could relax... if there were consequences they would be for another day.

"As good as I do?" Bree asked.

"Different, Mistress," Selena answered, which was the truth. Each woman had a unique flavour.

"I wouldn't mind having those long legs wrapped around me while I fucked her," Bree said out loud as she envisioned doing just that.

"She doesn't get fucked, she does the fucking. She's fucked everyone I mentioned, and then some. She's even pegged Justin like I have," Selena explained, wanting to clarify to this ambitious Mistress that Taylor was always in charge.

"Interesting," Bree said with a smile, liking a challenge. "I'd still fuck her though. And I'd have her lap my snatch and the snatch of any pet I told her to. She wouldn't be the first domme I've broken. Although I'd never try to break my own Mistress." Damn, Bree thought, why did I mention my own domme? She always craved the taste of Mistress Mommy's cunt whenever she thought of her.

Selena couldn't fathom Taylor being a submissive to anyone, not even someone like this confident young woman here.

Bree said, regaining focus, "Now speaking of pleasing my pets, these ladies came to meet their idol, and the least you can do is show them the gratitude they deserve."

Selena looked at the other two girls, both of whom were staring at her with the admiration she usually received from her fans. "Yes, Mistress," she nodded happily, as she crawled over to the two girls.

Selena spent the next couple hours pleasing Bree and her pets, eating all three pets, including Micah, who joined them after taking a load of cum in her cunt from the white security guard.

Bree, of course, also fucked Selena to multiple orgasms, having Kimberly film the entire thing, before she rewarded Kimberly for winning the tickets and being such a good pet by allowing her to fuck Selena too.

Finally exhausted, the four coeds got dressed. Bree entered her number in Selena's cell with the directive to call when she had another tour in the area. They passed a satisfied looking Bubba on the way out, and an unconscious Chavo lying on the floor, his ass gaping. He was naked and had cum dripping from his ass.

As they drove home, Bree couldn't help thinking of Taylor Swift and her long legs wrapped around her back as she plowed the most popular singer in the world's tight cunt with her strap-on... or even better yet... her special DP strap-on.

As they dropped off Kimberly, Bree looked up at the light still on in Mrs. Wilkens' bedroom. She was definitely going to make her into her next MILF conquest.

Eventually, having also dropped off Micah at her home, Bree ended up at home with her pet Laurie, who was one of only two of her pets to know about her own Mistress, her Mommy Carrie Summers, and both Laurie and Katherine were allowed to serve her.

That night, Bree and Laurie, who Mistress Carrie really enjoyed (she had a thing for cheerleaders) pleasured her to multiple orgasms.

And as Bree drifted off to sleep, exhausted after taking a strap-on in her ass by her Mistress, a punishment for not bringing Selena home with her for her Mommy to play with, she fantasized about her next seduction... Mrs. Wilkins.

The End

Up next in the lengthy Lesbian MILF Seductress series: Church Mom (the full seduction of Sarah Wilkins).