Friday, December 15, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 70

After a break the director began the process of filming close-ups. The extras were not required for this part of the shoot, so after watching for a few minutes Carla and Annabel left to get some dinner. Watching people fuck, it turned out, could actually grow boring.

There was an Italian restaurant that Carla liked just a few blocks away, so they walked there in the fading twilight. After dinner they went to a bar with a great view of the bay and had a drink that turned into two, then three.

When they got back to the loft everyone was gone but Daisy, who’d been neatening up around the place wearing nothing but a long white T-shirt. When Carla and Annabel walked in she looked over at them with a gleam in her eye. She’d been smoking a joint while she worked, which always made her horny, and though it had only been a couple hours since she last had sex it seemed like weeks.

She proposed that the three of them do their own little scene for the movie — but with no cameras, just for fun. Carla and Annabel were game, so Daisy explained what she had in mind, then disappeared to get into costume.

Carla and Annabel took their clothes off and snuggled up together on one of the couches, pulling a blanket over them and pretending to be asleep. A couple minutes later Daisy walked in wearing a maid’s uniform and carrying a feather duster. The idea was that Carla and Annabel were rich ladies who had fallen asleep after participating in the orgy, and Daisy was the maid who’d come to clean up.

After dusting here and there, playing to an imaginary camera, Daisy bent over the coffee table next to where Carla and Annabel were. Carla’s eyes popped open and, seeing the sexy maid in front of her, she reached out and flipped up the back of Daisy’s skirt. When she squeezed Daisy’s ass Daisy looked back at her, counterfeiting an expression of shocked surprise.

Curling one hand around Daisy’s thigh, Carla pulled her over to the couch. There just happened to be a pair of handcuffs on the coffee table, and after relieving Daisy of her duster, Carla cuffed her hands behind her back.

Pulling down the front of Daisy’s uniform, Carla tickled her nipples with the duster. Annabel’s eyes were open now and she watched as Carla picked up the nipple clamps that were also conveniently on hand and snapped them on to Daisy’s erect nubs. Carla then bent Daisy over the couch and orchestrated a kiss between her and Annabel.

Sitting back, Carla drank in the beautiful sight of her stepmother and her friend having a moment together. This was one of life’s great simple pleasures, watching two girls kiss, soft lips meeting, tongues exploring.

It was Daisy who finally broke the kiss, working her way down Annabel’s neck with gentle pecks and nibbles. Annabel arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, and soon Daisy was there, licking and sucking her nipples.

Carla teased Daisy’s pussy with the handle of the duster as she opened her mouth wide and attempted to swallow one of Annabel’s breasts. It was much too big, but she made a noble attempt, leaving a large patch of saliva that showed how far she’d gotten.

Now Daisy resumed her trip downward, trailing her tongue along Annabel’s belly, across her hipbones, and down her pelvis. Annabel moaned and let her legs fall open, revealing a soaking wet, needy-looking pussy.

There followed a lengthy period of Daisy attempting to pleasure Annabel as Carla did everything possible to distract her — spanking her ass, pulling on the nipple clamps, penetrating her with the duster handle. Daisy soldiered bravely on and finally her efforts were rewarded as Annabel had a slow-building but powerful and long-lasting orgasm.

Daisy deserved a reward for that, Carla thought. She had spotted a strap-on sitting on a side table nearby, and now she picked it up and equipped herself. Standing up, she dangled the dildo in front of Daisy’s face. It was black, long, and thick, and Daisy’s eyes traced it as it bobbed up and down, left and right. She opened her mouth submissively and Carla pushed the tip inside.

Taking hold of the back of Daisy’s head, Carla began to fuck her mouth, flashing back to what she’d seen earlier in the evening. What was it like, she wondered idly, to suck a real live cock? Was it better? Feeling suddenly competitive, she shoved the whole length of the strap-on down Daisy’s throat, making her gag.

Pulling out of Daisy’s mouth, Carla walked around behind her, spread her legs, and drove the dildo home. Daisy gasped at the ferocity of the sudden penetration, and began to pant as Carla put all her strength into a no-holds-barred fucking. Pushing Daisy’s head into Annabel’s stomach with every thrust, Carla didn’t let up until she’d come hard three times. When she was finished Daisy lay sprawled across Annabel’s legs, eyes glazed and mouth twisted into a crooked grin.

After a few minutes they all adjourned to the kitchen for a glass of white wine. Annabel and Daisy were both quite content, but while Carla was outwardly calm, her pussy was was throbbing and her mind was racing. She needed something — something different, something special. When she expressed this to Daisy, Daisy nodded and said, “I have just the thing.”


Friday, December 8, 2017

Alpha Beta Delta Chapter 38 is up

As Miss White waits and worries, Jenny and Kristin continue their evening with the Dean:


Friday, December 1, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 69

Amid a tumult of voices, Carla and Annabel took up their positions on a divan toward the back of the room. All around them were masked couples, threesomes, and groups in various states of undress, talking casually as if this were any dinner party or workplace.

Suddenly one voice rose above all the others: that of the director, who shushed the crowd so he could issue some last-minute instructions. The women who were with male partners were told to use their hands and mouths to make sure that the men had good, solid erections before the cameras rolled. Carla and Annabel looked around, both appalled and fascinated, as this process took place.
When he was satisfied with the state of things the director yelled “Roll camera!” and then, a few seconds later, “Action!”

And action there was: Suddenly they were in the middle of an orgy, bodies writhing and entwining, the air filled with the sounds of moans and flesh against flesh.

Carla snuggled up against Annabel from behind, threading her right hand underneath and using it to squeeze and fondle Annabel’s breasts. Her left hand slid along Annabel’s flank, over her hips, across her pelvis, and down between her legs.

Clearly, Annabel was super-aroused by the situation; she was sopping wet and the moment Carla’s hand touched her pussy, her whole body went rigid. She leaned her head back against Carla, closed her eyes, and opened her legs wide.

Looking over at the cameras, Carla saw that one was pointing straight at them. It was pretty far away, so they probably wouldn’t be very visible, but it still excited Carla to think that he stepmother’s naked cunt was being captured on video. She pried Annabel’s pussy lips apart with her fingers and slid one of them inside, then another, gripping Annabel tightly with her other arm.

As she finger-fucked Annabel Carla surveyed the scene around them. Many of the groupings consisted of two or more women with a single man, which seemed unfair. There was a lesbian threesome happening on the other side of the room, and Carla watched them for awhile. All three of them were beautiful — one blonde, one brunette, one redhead — but they just seemed to be going through the motions. Carla suspected that they were strictly lesbians-for-hire.

Closer to them, Carla caught sight of Daisy being double-teamed by a pair of Scandinavian-looking guys with enormous cocks. Daisy, it had to be said, was a bit of a slut; she herself had said, on more than one occasion, “I’ll fuck anything that moves.”

The two men looked like brothers, or even twins, with long blond hair and phalluses that appeared to be at least a foot long. Carla looked on wide-eyed as Daisy took one giant prick in her mouth and the other in her pussy. This was not the kind of sex that Carla personally enjoyed, but she had to admit it was titillating to watch.

Gripping Annabel’s head with one hand, Carla guided it down between her legs. Annabel resisted slightly, conscious of being in public and on camera, but Carla was insistent and she quickly yielded. Annabel obediently began to lick Carla’s pussy as Carla tweaked her own nipples and continued to watch Daisy being stuffed full of throbbing meat.

After a few minutes Carla came, shivering all over as her clit twitched. Pulling Annabel’s head up, Carla kissed her and licked some pussy juice off her face, then sent her back down to continue.

As Annabel’s tongue probed around inside her, Carla switched her attention back and forth between Daisy and the three girls across the room, who had now busted out strap-ons and seemed to finally be getting into it. The blonde was sandwiched between the redhead and the brunette, who took turns leaning across to suck each other’s tits as they drove their artificial cocks home.

Just as Carla had her second orgasm, the guy who had been fucking Daisy’s mouth pulled out and shot a jet of white cream onto her chest. Carla had no personal experience with semen, but she’d seen plenty onscreen, and this sure looked like a lot; it thoroughly coated both of Daisy’s breasts.

Carla turned her attention to the three girls for a minute, then looked back at Daisy. She now had the other man’s cock in her mouth, gripping the shaft with her hand as her lips moved up and down on the tip.

Soon Carla came again, and this time so hard it took her by surprise. Squeezing Annabel’s head between her legs, she fell back onto the divan. Through heavy-lidded eyes she looked over at Daisy as the second guy came. This time Daisy swallowed most of the load, but when he pulled out a thin stream of cum dribbled down her chin.

Carla was struck with an impulse to make Annabel go over there and lick it off. But then the director yelled “Cut!”, and everything came to a halt.


Friday, November 10, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 68

In the morning Carla and Annabel slept late and lingered over coffee, then packed up and got ready to go. Before they left they went upstairs to say goodbye to Laura, but found a note on the door saying that she’d been called away for a family emergency. It was signed with a looping “L” and marked with a lipstick kiss.

On the drive they were mostly quiet, listening to music and daydreaming. When they approached the area where they’d stayed two nights before, Carla thought about turning toward the hotel, remembering the lovely evening they’d had there. But she had a strange feeling about it — like if they went to look for the place again, they’d find it had vanished without a trace, as if the whole thing was some crazy dream they’d had. So she just kept on driving.

By this point it was getting late into the afternoon, and after they’d driven for a while more, Carla suddenly found herself feeling incredibly horny. She steered with her left hand while reaching over with her right to fondle Annabel’s breasts, then began exploring underneath Annabel’s skirt.

Before long they were both in such a state that they had to pull over at the next hotel they came to, a totally nondescript place in a sleepy small town. As soon as they got inside they tore each other’s clothes off and tumbled into bed. Afterwards they ordered a pizza and spent the rest of the night watching movies in bed.

It was late the next morning when they finally got back to Malibu. Carla drove slowly up the hill toward the house, just in case...and sure enough, there it was, her father’s car still in the driveway. She hit the brakes, turned around, and headed back down the hill, unsure of where to go.

As they approached the freeway she was struck with an impulse: Why not head to San Francisco? Introduce Annabel to Daisy, see what might transpire? Without a word to Annabel, she pointed the car north and stepped on the gas.

They drove almost straight through, stopping only once, at a truck stop for something to eat and drink and to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately they arrived in the City right at rush hour, and so found themselves crawling through traffic for the better part of an hour before pulling up in front of the building where Daisy’s loft was.

Carla texted Daisy to let her know they were there, and Daisy wrote back, “Come on up! Door’s unlocked.” As they climbed the stairs they heard the murmur of voices; they soon found themselves in what appeared to be an Elizabethan mansion filled with people in period costume, many of them wearing masks. Carla was amazed at how the place had been transformed; a lot of time and expense had gone into the decoration.

Obviously the loft was being used for a shoot — along one wall was a group of people in modern clothes fiddling with cameras and lights. It took them a few minutes to find Daisy, who was wearing a fancy dress with a huge skirt and carrying a walkie-talkie. She was working as a PA on the shoot and greeted them effusively.

“Hey listen,” she said after they’d chatted briefly. “Some of our extras flaked and we need more people. You guys want to be movie stars?”

Carla and Annabel looked at each other, and Daisy could tell what they were thinking. “You can be way in the background, and you’ll have masks on the whole time.”

“Hmm,” said Carla, and pulled Annabel aside for a quick talk. She was suddenly excited about the idea and wanted to do it, but didn’t want to make Annabel do something she’d be unhappy about. So without giving an order, exactly, she let Annabel know how she felt. Annabel listened as she talked and then, while still looking reluctant, nodded her assent.

“OK,” Carla told Daisy, “we’re in.”

Daisy grinned and nodded. “Great, let’s find you costumes.” She led them down the hall to a storage room, rummaged around for a minute, and handed each one of them a mask.

“That’s it?” asked Carla.

Daisy shrugged. “It’s an orgy scene.”


Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 67

The look on Laura’s face said that she was badly in need of a spanking, and probably had been for a long time. So Carla gave her one. The smack of flesh against flesh sang out as Laura moaned and trembled, flinching a little with each blow, but then arching her back and lifting her butt to receive the next one.

After a time Carla decided that Laura had had enough, and anyway her spanking hand was getting tired. Now she reached her left hand down to grope the older woman’s breasts – they felt fuller and heavier than they looked – while her right hand slid between Laura’s warm, pliant thighs.

Again Laura arched her back, raising her hips toward Carla. It was clear what she wanted, what she needed. Carla penetrated her with one finger, feeling the muscles clench around it. Laura let out the long, keening wail of a woman who had gone too long without this kind of attention. Her pussy was super-tight; it was all Carla could do to get a second finger inside, then begin to probe her with slow, deliberate strokes.

With her other hand, meanwhile, Carla pulled off Annabel’s gag and brought her stepmother’s head over toward Laura’s so the two of them could kiss. As they did Carla traced that hand down Annabel’s back, over her ass, and between her legs. Brow furrowed in concentration, Carla began to simultaneously finger-fuck Laura and Annabel as their moans echoed through the room.

After a few minutes Carla brought the hand that had been pleasuring Laura to her mouth for a taste, and did a double-take. It was overwhelmingly, indescribably delicious. She had to eat that pussy right now, and forget everything else. Pulling her left hand away from Annabel, Carla gripped Laura by the hips and angled her up so her ass was pointing straight into the air.

Spreading Laura’s labia with her thumbs, Carla drove her tongue inside, eager as she’d been for her first taste of pussy way back in her early teens. Laura gasped and braced herself against the floor, surprised by Carla’s sudden aggressiveness. Her heart began to pound and her breath came in short, staccato gasps.

Annabel, feeling left out, now rolled over and repositioned herself so that her spread legs were resting on either side of Laura’s head. Carla, grinning, took hold of Laura’s hair and guided her toward Annabel’s crotch. Soon Laura was lapping away at Annabel’s cunt as Carla continued to tongue-fuck her from behind.

Then Laura was coming, gripping Carla’s head between her thighs. Carla could feel Laura’s heartbeat in her ears, accelerating and then slowly tapering off as the climax passed. Coming up for air, Carla pressed her thigh against Laura’s crotch, gently pushing her forward until she resumed licking Annabel’s pussy.

Carla continued to play with Laura’s luxurious brown/blond hair as Annabel writhed on the floor, hands still tied behind her back, pushing into Laura’s face until an orgasm finally hit her. Her whole body shuddered and she fell limp to the ground, legs akimbo, wet slit glistening in the candlelight.

Pushing the hair back off Laura’s face, Carla leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the taste of Annabel’s juices on her mouth. She looked a bit disheveled now, her previously impeccable hair sticking out in several directions, but was all the sexier as a result. Carla helped her to her feet, pulled her dress up over her head, and tossed it away.

This was Carla’s first glimpse of Laura’s fully naked body, and she took a moment to appreciate it; it was slim but shapely, with narrow hips and perfectly formed boobs capped by copper-brown nipples. Keen now to show off her own body, Carla stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and thrust her chest out proudly as Laura looked her up and down.

Finding her wine glass, Carla took a sip while pondering her next move. Looking over at Annabel, who gazed up at her with heavy-lidded eyes, she was suddenly struck with an inspiration.

Standing Annabel up, Carla untied her wrists and let her rub them for a minute to get the circulation back. Meanwhile Carla dug through her suitcase until she found the items she wanted. Not long after, Annabel was laying face-up on the bed with thick phalluses protruding from both her pelvis and her face.

Carla indicated to Laura that the first choice was hers, then watched as Laura’s eyes flitted back and forth between the strap-on and the face dildo. Finally Laura stepped forward, gripped the shaft of the strap-on in one hand, and climbed up onto the bed.

Straddling Annabel’s hips, Laura gently rubbed the tip of the dildo against her vulva. Carla honestly wondered if she’d be able to fit that thing inside her. It seemed impossible, but Laura’s expression was resolute as she began to sink down onto it.

Carla watched intently as the thick, bulbous head disappeared into Laura’s snatch. Laura gritted her teeth and her eyes rolled back in her head, but she continued to engulf the massive shaft until her pussy lips were pressed against the harness. Carla was impressed. It’s always amazing, she reflected, what a properly motivated woman can accomplish.

Laura began to roll her hips, stimulating herself on the hard surface of the dildo, making it move around inside her as she leaned on Annabel’s ribcage for support. Seeing Laura’s face transfigured by the pleasure she was feeling, Carla began to feel an urgent itch.

Clambering up onto the bed, Carla knelt over Annabel’s head, grasped the face dildo in her hand, and impaled herself on it. She let out an involuntary grunt as she did so — though not as long as the strap-on, this dildo was girthier, and she could feel herself being stretched. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it out, enjoying the feeling of fullness. Now Carla reached out to hold Laura by the shoulders as they both moved up and down on their respective poles, gazing steadily into each other’s eyes.

Seeing Laura’s tits swaying there, Carla decided that she needed to taste them. This was easily accomplished, and as she moved her mouth back and forth from one to the other, she could feel a monumental climax forming somewhere deep inside Laura. She let it build, and build, and then — while continuing to lick and suck Laura’s nipples — she reached down and brushed Laura’s clit with her fingertip.

That did it. Laura’s whole body went stiff, her face wrenched, and she seemed to be about to let out a bloodcurdling scream; instead all that escaped was an enormous sigh, and then she visibly relaxed, going limp and leaning forward against Carla.

Carla brought Laura’s head to her chest and raised a little further up onto her knees, trying to get the right angle of penetration. Laura compliantly began to suck her tits, but after a couple of minutes Carla was starting to get frustrated. The dildo felt good inside her but she couldn’t...quite...get there.

She grunted and Laura looked up into her eyes, seeming to intuitively understand. Lifting herself up off the strap-on, Laura bent forward at the waist and leaned down between Carla’s legs. She extended her tongue and searched out Carla’s clit, which was a moving target. But she soon found it and stayed with it as Carla took one, two, three last strokes and erupted into a ferocious orgasm, groaning “Fuuuuucccck” as the spasms shuddered through her.

Afterward Carla climbed off and went to look for some water. She was suddenly incredibly thirsty. In fact they all were; for a while the three of them sat together, contentedly drinking ice water. There didn’t seem to be much left to say. Eventually Laura excused herself, got dressed, and kissed Carla and Annabel goodnight. There was no room for three people on the narrow bed anyway.

Annabel brushed her teeth, lay down on the bed, and was asleep within minutes. Carla stayed up a while longer, staring out toward the ocean; you couldn’t see anything, but you could hear the surf, and that was good enough for now.