tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36529041098313438632024-03-15T18:10:44.043-07:00Lesbian Stories by Adon LibereALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.comBlogger366125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-54006613291612335122020-11-29T16:20:00.003-08:002020-11-29T16:20:31.609-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 98<p>The first to leave the party was Jude, who had simply had all the pleasure her body could take. Plus she’d had a long week and exhaustion had caught up with her.</p><p><br /></p><p>There was a break in the action as everyone said goodbye to her. Carla walked her to the door and they gave each other pecks on the cheek. “I hope to see you again,” said Carla, and she meant it.</p><p><br /></p><p>Jude smiled. “Well, first thing is I’m going to sleep for about 50 hours. But I’ll be in touch.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Dylan left not long after; she’d gotten up super-early that morning and was wiped out. Annabel decided to get a head start on loading the dishwasher, and Katya sweetly volunteered to help her. That left Carla alone with Constance and Caprice.</p><p><br /></p><p>Carla fixed a round of drinks and sat down to chat them up. She was very curious about the nature of their relationship, but didn’t feel like she could come right out and ask. So she started asking them general questions about themselves, hoping to get a feel for what the situation was.</p><p><br /></p><p>At first they seemed hesitant to share information about themselves, but as the conversation went on they began to open up. Constance, in particular, seemed to welcome the opportunity to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge her. Eventually the story that began to emerge was this: Constance had been Caprice’s mother’s girlfriend for a couple years, about a decade previously. They had broken up and Caprice’s mother had gone back to dating men; Constance had been her only lesbian lover.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then about a year ago Caprice’s mother had died suddenly of a heart condition, shortly after Caprice had graduated from college. Constance had attended the funeral, and the unspoken attraction that had long existed between the two of them had evolved into overwhelming pull that took them both by surprise. They’d been together ever since.</p><p><br /></p><p>Caprice’s mother had been wealthy, and Caprice had inherited it all. As a result they lived quite well, though Constance worked only part-time as a graphic designer. But despite the fact that it was Caprice who had the money, Constance was unquestionably the dominant one in the relationship, and this arrangement suited them both perfectly.</p><p><br /></p><p>When she went to the kitchen for ice, Carla was unsurprised to find that the dishwasher-loading had been paused while Annabel, on her knees, fucked Katya with a face dildo. Carla gave Katya a kiss on the forehead, got her ice, and left the room, motor revving and mind churning with ideas.</p><p><br /></p><p>* * *</p><p>Carla offered to give Constance and Caprice a tour of the house, and they gladly accepted. Constance could tell from the look in Carla’s eyes that she had something in mind, and after this pleasant interval was more than ready for whatever it was.</p><p><br /></p><p>The tour ended in Carla’s bedroom, where Carla said to Caprice, “This bed is super-comfortable. You should try it.” Caprice obliged, stretching out all of her limbs, closing her eyes, and sinking into the extra-soft mattress. She could sense movement in the room, and was only a little surprised to feel first her wrists, and then her ankles, being tied to the bed.</p><p><br /></p><p>Keeping one eye on Constance to gauge her reaction, Carla lifted Caprice’s skirt and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. They were quite large relative to her frame, so much so that you might almost think they were fake; but Carla could tell at a glance that they were 100% real. They shook like jelly with every little movement she made.</p><p><br /></p><p>Carla fished a pair of nipple clamps out of her bedside table and snapped them on to Caprice’s tender pink nubs. Then she grabbed her pinwheel and began to stimulate the bound girl, starting at her feet and moving up.</p><p><br /></p><p>Constance took a seat and watched contentedly as Carla slowly tortured her young lover. Caprice gazed up at Carla doe-eyed and submissive, looking impossibly beautiful as she writhed and moaned softly.</p><p><br /></p><p>Finally Carla couldn’t wait another moment. She pulled off the clamps and began to suckle on Caprice’s magnificent boobs, stretching her mouth to take in as much as possible. After getting her fill, Carla began to move down. She spent a good long time kissing and nibbling Caprice’s baby-soft inner thighs before diving in — which she did with gusto, intoxicated by the scent and taste of the girl’s succulent pussy.</p><p><br /></p><p>At this point Constance decided it was finally time to get involved. Walking over to the bed, she bent forward and penetrated Carla with her tongue. </p><p><br /></p><p>* * *</p><p><br /></p><p>Once the dishwasher was loaded, Katya decided that it was time for her to head home, and headed off in search of Carla to say goodnight. She found Carla ardently strap-on fucking the bound Caprice as Constance rode the younger woman’s face. Suddenly Katya had a new sense of energy, and she leaned in to lap at Caprice’s clit as Carla pounded away.</p><p><br /></p><p>After awhile Annabel began to wonder where everyone had gone, then heard moaning from upstairs and went to investigate. Going up the stairs she passed Katya coming down; she had finally had her fill and was heading home. “Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” asked Annabel.</p><p><br /></p><p>Katya smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Please, darling. I know my dosage. I’m a professional.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Annabel giggled and they kissed each other goodbye. When Annabel got to Carla’s bedroom she found Caprice still tied to the bed, but Carla and Constance were sitting across the room, each holding a hose of Carla’s favorite hookah. A cloud of haze hung in the air.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Where have you been?” Carla asked with a bit of an edge in her voice.</p><p><br /></p><p>Annabel was taken aback by her tone. “I was... um... downstairs... I was....” Eventually she just trailed off. It had really been more of a rhetorical question, anyway.</p><p><br /></p><p>In truth, Carla’s mind was spinning fast, trying to figure out what to do next. She knew that opportunities like this didn’t come around every day, and was determined to make the most of it. </p><p><br /></p><p>Suddenly she flashed back to the vision she’d had when they’d first seen Constance and Caprice in the restaurant. She would never have a better chance to make it a reality than she did right now.</p><p><span style="color: white;">..</span></p>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-25580252307859899142020-11-18T13:11:00.002-08:002020-11-18T13:11:21.431-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 97Everyone filled their plates buffet-style and they all went to the dining room, where they set about stuffing their faces with Carla’s delicious food. Everyone ended up going back for seconds, and some for thirds; the conversation got louder and louder as the wine flowed and the THC-infused pasta sauce began to take effect, and so no one heard the doorbell when it rang. Fortunately Annabel was on her way back from the bathroom at the time.<br />
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When she opened the door the faces she saw were familiar, but it took her a few seconds to place them — they were the two women Carla had talked to at the restaurant. The older one, who introduced herself as Constance, was fitted out like a dominatrix: black leather bustier and skirt, black gloves, and thigh-high spiked boots. In her hand she held one end of a chain, the other end of which was attached to the younger woman’s collar. “And this is Caprice,” she said.<br />
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Annabel looked Caprice up and down appreciatively; she’d looked beautiful in the restaurant, but today she was absolutely radiant. She was dressed all in white, with a midriff-bearing white fur crop top, an extremely short white leather skirt, and knee-length matching socks. All the white combined with her angelic face lent her a certain innocence, but hers was a body clearly made for sin.<br />
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In the dining room the meal was wrapping up, and Constance and Caprice had already eaten anyway; but Katya offered them cookies and Caprice, after looking to Constance for approval, happily gobbled one down. After that everyone adjourned to the deck to get ready for fireworks.<br />
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Unfortunately the fog had started to roll in while they ate, and by the time the sun was down the house was completely socked in. It became quite chilly and several people went inside to layer up; Carla allowed Annabel to put on an overcoat over her bikini. <div><br /></div><div>Arming herself with a snifter of brandy against the cold, Carla settled back in a deck chair, and Annabel snuggled in between her legs. In this weather the fireworks were more like patches of colored fog, but Carla enjoyed them anyway; it helped that she was as stoned as she’d ever been in her life.</div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as the fireworks were over the group headed back inside for dessert. The mood of the party had shifted; as if by mutual agreement, all inhibitions were now shed. Carla, thinking it looked unlikely that Asha was going to show up, decided to go ahead and indulge herself. As soon as she finished her dessert, she made a beeline for Jude, who was sitting on the living room couch finishing her chocolate mousse.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before she knew what hit her Jude was stretched out across the couch with Carla atop her in 69 position. Not that she minded; she was pretty high herself, and the Mighty Aphrodite was having its usual effect, making her horny beyond belief.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kim, meanwhile, had explained her mission to Constance and Caprice, who were quite happy to help out. Constance let Caprice have the first turn, and sat with her legs crossed watching as Kim knelt and began to service her young lover.</div><div><br /></div><div>Annabel found herself sandwiched between Katya and Dylan, her pussy burning with need as their hands explored her body. It took them a few minutes to figure out how to get the bikini off, but they eventually managed it. Kneeling to show her gratitude, Annabel lifted Dylan’s skirt only to find a big black strap-on staring her in the face. Shrugging, she started sucking it. A few seconds later Annabel gasped as Katya, who had now harnessed up as well, plunged into her from behind.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the kitchen Monica had hoisted Courtney up onto the table and was licking mousse off her. Courtney writhed and moaned as Monica’s tongue roamed around licking up every last droplet of the sweet goo she’d put there.</div><div><br /></div><div>When she finally looked up from between Jude’s legs, her face coated with juice and a stray brown pubic hair stuck to her chin, Carla saw Kim moving on from Caprice to Constance, who opened her legs and lifted her skirt. Kim took hold of her panties on either side and she lifted herself to wriggle out of them; she had the grace of a dancer. As Kim’s head moved down into her crotch, Constance tugged Caprice’s leash and gestured; Caprice obediently dropped to the floor and slid underneath Kim, and her face quickly disappeared into Kim’s wet pussy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Carla climbed off Jude, who lay there panting with a crooked smile and a faraway look in her eyes, and went to the kitchen for a drink. Courtney and Monica were now 69ing on the table, and feeling mischievous, Carla found a wooden spatula and gave each girl a few swats on the rump. They giggled but not for a second did they stop feasting on each other; they were both close to coming and each was determined to make the other orgasm first.</div><div><br /></div><div>For a few minutes Jude just lay sprawled across the couch, not feeling particularly inclined to move or do anything else. Carla had made maximum use of her talented tongue, and Jude’s whole body was still tingling with a delicious afterglow. But her eyes came to rest on the spectacle of Annabel getting pounded at both ends by Katya and Dylan and before long she started to feel a deep-seated itch that there was only one way to scratch. So she pulled herself up from the couch, walked over, and laid herself down on top of Annabel facing the opposite direction.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dylan could see from the look in Jude’s eyes what she needed, so she obligingly pulled out of Annabel’s pussy and pushed the dildo into Jude’s mouth. It was thoroughly coated with Annabel’s juices, the taste and texture of which gave Jude a wonderfully depraved feeling. Katya followed suit, flexing her hips to withdraw her phallus from Annabel’s mouth, then driving it home into Jude’s cunt with resounding force.</div><div><br /></div><div>Annabel felt momentarily empty and frustrated, but she’d had her fun — and with Jude’s whole weight on her, she couldn’t go anywhere, so she decided to make the best of it and be helpful. She extended her tongue and touched it to Jude’s clit, and immediately felt the vibration of an orgasm above her — the first of many that Jude would have in the next few minutes.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the time Carla came back into the room, Jude had climbed off and staggered back to the couch, where she collapsed in a sodden, spent heap. Katya had resumed fucking Annabel, while Dylan had taken off her strap-on and was now sitting on Annabel’s face. The sight of Dylan’s gorgeous red bush stirred something in Carla, as it always did, so she took a couple steps forward and stood over Annabel with her crotch directly as Dylan’s eye level. Dylan took the hint and nuzzled her nose into Carla’s pubic hair before beginning to lick, first Carla’s inner thighs and then her pussy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Across the room, Kim and Caprice were now 69ing on the floor as Constance looked on, cradling a drink in one hand and fingering herself with the other. Carla grinned at the sight; apparently Caprice’s pussy had been so delicious that Kim just had to go back for seconds. She hoped to sample it herself before the night was through.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div>
<br /></div>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-36047331750283860702020-09-04T12:38:00.003-07:002020-09-04T12:38:54.519-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 96After awhile the party adjourned onto the deck, and not too long after Monica and Courtney realized they had made a mistake. The sun was blazing and it was just too hot for their costumes; they were both pouring sweat under their leather.<br />
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Monica explained the situation to Carla and asked if there was anything they could change into. Carla said sure and pointed them inside. As she followed them, enjoying the way they moved in their form-fitting outfits, she realized that this was an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy; some of her favorite videos featured superheroines in bondage. In a split second her mind was off and racing, all other considerations forgotten.<br />
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“Wait here,” she said abruptly, and strode quickly back onto the deck. She returned a moment later leading Annabel by the arm, and the two of them swept by and up the stairs.<br />
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As they walked Carla explained to Annabel what she had in mind, and after a couple minutes they returned with hands full of equipment. Monica and Courtney were facing away from them, toward the window, and didn’t hear a thing as Carla and Annabel crept up behind them. Suddenly they felt their hands being pulled behind their backs and cuffed.<br />
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As they turned around comprehension dawned in their eyes, and since they weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea, neither of them put up much of a struggle. But as Carla fastened a ball gag across Monica’s mouth, Courtney whined, “Why would Wonder Woman be capturing Batgirl? Aren’t they both good guys?”<br />
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Carla sighed. “Maybe’s she’s been naughty. Catwoman was always a bad influence on her, you know.” Remembering that she was in charge here, Carla snapped, “You ask too many questions,” and silenced Courtney with a gag of her own.<br />
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Annabel and Carla led the two bound girls to the bedroom, where Carla bent them both onto the bed, faces on the comforter and asses in the air. She took a minute to savor the view — leather stretched tight across two shapely rumps — knowing that these two beautiful supergirls were hers for the taking. The feeling never got old.<br />
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Carla found her favorite cane and gave each girl a few whacks on the ass. But as great at they looked in their costumes, it was no good, the leather was too thick. She needed to spank their bare bottoms.<br />
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Getting them out of the skintight leather took a while, but with Annabel’s help Carla was able to accomplish it. This process required letting them out of the handcuffs, so Carla took this opportunity to bind their wrists in front of them with cord, then tie them to the head of the bed. When she was done two wiggling derrieres, one white and one brown, presented themselves to her.<br />
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As Carla resumed punishing the captives Annabel looked on, feeling a little jealous. A good spanking sounded really nice just then.<br />
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After warming both asses Carla dropped the cane and slid her hands between the girls’ legs. They were satisfyingly wet and sticky, and she leaned down for a quick taste of each, then stood up licking her lips. Delicious as they were, she decided that this part was going to have to wait; suddenly Carla’s own pussy was on fire.<br />
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She wriggled out of her costume as quickly as she could — it seemed worth taking the time at this point. Then she climbed up onto the bed, opened her legs, and presented Courtney with a <i>fait accompli</i> in the form of her glistening snatch.<br />
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As soon as Carla whipped off her gag, Courtney did not hesitate to get right to work. Annabel would have hopped up next to her and presented her pussy to Monica, but it there was no way for her to get the bikini bottom off by herself — it was like a chastity belt. It appeared that her own pleasure was not on the immediate agenda, so she contented herself with bending down between Monica’s legs and feasting on the black girl’s wet, hot cunt.<br />
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When Carla and Annabel returned downstairs they found Jude, the waitress, with Kim’s head clamped between her naked thighs. She had come dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, and her white blouse hung open, revealing a pair of smallish but perfectly shaped breasts; her plaid skirt was bunched up around her waist; and her white cotton panties lay on the floor next to Kim.<br />
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Jude had arrived about a half-hour previously, fired up and ready to cut loose. She had been working double shifts all week and was in the mood to party. It quickly became clear that she’d come to the right place — she’d barely had time to introduce herself before Katya had smoked her out, Dylan had brought her a shot and a beer, and both of them had told her about Kim’s intent to lick every pussy at the party.<br />
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Jude raised an eyebrow at this, surprised but not shocked. She’d had an inkling of what kind of party this might be; she just hadn’t expected it to happen so fast. But she didn’t take long to think about it — Kim was cute and she was ready for fun. Kim, for her part, had pretty much forgotten that pleasuring everyone hadn’t been her idea in the first place; it seemed to her a noble and worthwhile goal.<br />
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Carla smiled at the sight and said hi to Jude, who blushed a little but made no move to change her situation. It was just starting to get good, and she sipped her beer as Kim’s tongue wiggled around inside her.<br />
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After a few minutes Courtney appeared, now dressed in Annabel’s cheerleader outfit, followed by Monica — who hadn’t been able to find anything to wear, so had put on Carla’s tiniest G-string, a pair of pasties that Carla had bought as a joke a few months before, and a simple mask over her eyes. It wasn’t much of a costume, but it was unlikely anyone would care.<br />
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Carla went to the kitchen for a glass of wine and when she returned to the living room Jude, who was now laying back with her eyes closed, was crying out as Kim sucked on her clit. Jude spasmed violently, legs waving in the air, then lay still. Kim lifted her head from Jude’s crotch, revealing a thick, gorgeous brown bush. Carla was tempted to go rub her nose in it; but there would be plenty of time for that. At the moment, other appetites were foremost in her mind.<br />
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Breaking the silence, Carla asked rhetorically, “Who’s hungry?”<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-36219053291016319752020-04-24T16:13:00.001-07:002020-04-24T16:14:28.036-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 95The first arrival was Katya, who was carrying a big tray of cookies and a riding crop. She was dressed as Bettie Page, in a leopard print dress with a short, ragged skirt, and had even dyed her hair black for verisimilitude. She and Carla went into the living room, where Katya sat the cookies down on the coffee table.<br />
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“Are those...?” Carla asked.<br />
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Katya nodded. “Loaded with Aphrodite. Be careful, though. These are no joke.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a ziploc bag stuffed with purplish-green buds. “And I just got this from my guy on the way over. A brand-new strain, doesn’t even have a name yet. He says it’s even better.”<br />
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“Well then,” said Carla. She grabbed her bong and they adjourned to the back deck, where she loaded the bowl with the sticky, skunky weed. A minute later they were both pleasantly stoned, gazing out quietly at the serene ocean before them.<br />
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Carla found her eyes irresistibly drawn to Katya, who looked exquisite reclining there, like some kind of debauched royalty. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal a hint of her pubes — also dyed black for the occasion, it appeared. Carla smiled to herself; she appreciated that kind of attention to detail. She was sorely tempted to kneel down and rub her face in that lovely bush for a while. But she wanted to pace herself, and anyway she had something bigger in mind.<br />
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“Listen,” she said, “I don’t want to be a buzzkill, but could you do me a favor?”<br />
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“Shoot,” answered Katya.<br />
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“I want this to be a fun party, but I’d like to keep it, um, clean for awhile. That yoga teacher, Asha, is coming, and I don’t know what her deal is yet. I don’t want her to walk in on an orgy and freak out.”<br />
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“I’ll do what I can,” said Katya. Carla nodded. That wasn’t a promise, exactly, and Carla knew to take it with a grain of salt; resisting temptation was one thing Katya had never been good at. Carla decided not to worry. It seemed like such a perfect day, she felt confident things would work out as they should.<br />
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Returning to the living room they walked past Annabel bent over the stove. Katya patted her on the rump and winked. “Hello, <i>machekha</i>,” she said. “How are you today?”<br />
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Blushing slightly, Annabel smiled back at her. “I’m great,” she chirped, surprised at how her nipples and pussy had sprung to life from such a simple touch. She felt momentarily weak in the knees, bracing herself against the stove, wondering what the evening might have in store.<br />
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In the living room they found Kim, who had let herself in when no one answered her knock. She was a little drunk, maybe more than a little, and had forgotten there was a doorbell. Walking into the living room she had stood for a minute teetering on her high heels, wondering where everybody was. Then her eyes alighted on the cookies on the table, and suddenly she had remembered that nothing had gone down her throat all day but liquids.<br />
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Carla looked Kim up and down; she looked a little disheveled, but absolutely smoking hot. Her “sexy nurse” outfit was not terribly imaginative, but highly effective. With her plump boobs lavishly displayed and her fuck-me pumps practically forcing her ass up out of her skirt, she looked like an expensive whore who would be worth every penny.<br />
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There was something smeared on Kim’s lower lip, and after a second Carla realized it was chocolate. Then she noticed that the plastic wrap covering the cookies had been pulled aside and there were crumbs on the floor.<br />
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“Um, how many of those did you eat?” asked Carla<br />
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“Three,” answered Kim. “I was hungry. Why?”<br />
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Carla and Katya exchanged a look, and Carla shrugged. “No reason. You’ll be fine, I’m sure.” She knew that Kim was a lightweight, but there was no sense making her paranoid. “Maybe don’t eat any more, though.” With that Carla leaned down and kissed her, gently sucking the sweet chocolate off her lip. “Mmmm,” she purred, feeling her self-control weaken by the second.<br />
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Carla went to the kitchen to check on progress, and when she returned a couple minutes later, Kim was on her knees between Katya’s legs. She had been very, very hungry, for more than just food.<br />
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Seeing Carla, Katya shrugged as if to say, What could I do? Kim had just dropped to her knees, lifted Katya’s skirt, and helped herself. There had been no time to stop her, and to be honest Katya didn’t really want to.<br />
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Carla sighed and fixed herself a drink. Girls will be girls, she told herself. She stood for a minute watching as Kim ran her tongue along Katya’s furrow, then stuck it deep inside. Carla felt a twitch between her legs and decided it might be a good idea to have a quick little cum before anyone else arrived. It would calm her down and put her in more of a patient mood.<br />
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Heading to the kitchen, Carla grasped Annabel by the collar and led her over to the table. There Carla sat down and pulled Annabel down onto her knees. The Wonder Woman costume had been a little tricky to get into so Carla decided to keep it on, just pulling aside the crotch so Annabel could service her. Annabel obediently got to work, hooking a finger into Carla’s pussy and licking around it.<br />
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After a few minutes Carla had a nice, slow-burning orgasm and sat back in the chair, sipping her drink. Just then the doorbell rang and Carla sent Annabel to answer it. At the door was Dylan in a pirate costume, a ruffled red blouse and short frilly black skirt. With a wide triangular hat and sword in a scabbard, she looked every bit the imperious buccaneer.<br />
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Carla appeared and took Dylan to the living room, where Katya was climaxing loudly with Kim’s head clasped between her thighs. After a few seconds Katya opened her legs to release Kim, who sat back gasping for air.<br />
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“Well,” said Dylan archly. “So it’s going to be that kind of party, is it?”<br />
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Carla smirked and though for a moment. So much for her ideas of decorum. Well, she might as well be an accommodating hostess. That was important, wasn’t it? The look in Dylan’s eyes said she was ready for action; she wasn’t the kind of girl who needed a lot of preliminaries first.<br />
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“Dylan, this is Kim.” Kim looked up at Dylan and her juice-coated lips curled into a big smile.“Kim told me she was going to eat out every guest at this party,” Carla improvised. “And you wouldn’t want to make her a liar, would you?”<br />
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Dylan grinned wickedly. “No, certainly not. That would be rude, wouldn’t it?”<br />
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Without further ado Dylan plopped down on the couch, lifted her skirt, and slid off her panties to reveal her glorious flaming bush. Kim obligingly knee-walked over to Dylan, who lifted her chin and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Nice to meet you,” said Dylan, and guided Kim’s head down between her legs.<br />
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“What can we get you?” asked Carla.<br />
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“A beer would be nice,” her last word muffled by an intake of breath as Kim’s tongue traced along her inner thigh.<br />
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Carla sent Annabel to the kitchen and she returned with a beer for Dylan and a glass of cold vodka for Katya, who sipped with one hand as she picked up her riding crop with the other. There was a whoosh of air and a loud crack as the crop landed on Kim’s derriere. Kim looked back over her shoulder, with a pout and an inquiring look. “Sluts like you need to be punished, don’t they?” explained Katya. “But don’t stop.”<br />
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Kim returned her attention to Dylan’s crotch, and Katya continued to playfully spank her as she pleasured the redhead. Carla and Annabel went back to the kitchen, but not before Carla grabbed a cookie from the tray.<br />
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When Carla returned Kim had finally come up for air and was sitting there with a goofy smile on her face. Carla could tell that she was already quite high, and she was only going to get higher. Hopefully she’d be OK; Carla resolved to keep an eye on her.<br />
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A few minutes later Monica and Courtney arrived dressed as Catwoman and Batgirl. And these were not chintzy kids’ costumes, but high-quality, form-fitting leather. Carla whistled at them appreciatively. The sight of them gave her ideas, but there was time, there was plenty of time.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-90433287982373789642019-04-27T10:53:00.003-07:002020-04-24T16:01:25.340-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 94Annabel disappeared briefly and returned carrying a couple glasses of water, one of which she handed to Lissa, who was leaning back against the headboard looking dazed. She had never in her life experienced anything like what she’d just been through — it had been wonderful and amazing, but her mind was kind of blown.<br />
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Looking over at Carla, who was reclining in her chair looking gorgeous and imperious, Lissa knew that she owed a debt that she badly wanted to repay in some way. Like Annabel, she had been raised with a very Midwestern sense of fairness. So after taking a couple minutes to rehydrate and pull herself together, she walked over to where Carla was and dropped to her knees.<br />
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Carla opened her legs, releasing a waft of female arousal that made Lissa’s nostrils flare. Lissa licked her lips and leaned forward, inhaling a deep lungful of that heady smell. Truth be told, though Lissa had known she was a lesbian since she was very young, she’d only had a few lovers in her life. Every new pussy was very special to her, almost holy. She planted a kiss on Carla’s bush, then gently licked each soft inner thigh before extending her tongue for a first tentative taste.<br />
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It went straight to her head. She began to lick Carla eagerly, almost ferociously, taking Carla by surprise. She stuck her tongue deep inside, drinking deep of Carla’s delicious nectar. Carla adjusted her position, bracing one hand against Lissa’s shoulder as she fucked the other girl’s face.<br />
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Annabel sat on the edge of the bed and began to touch herself as she looked on. Lissa was not, she thought, the most skilled pussy-licker she’d ever seen; she felt her own technique was superior. But Lissa had a passion and a sincerity that seemed to make Carla happy, and Annabel derived a lot of pleasure from seeing it.<br />
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Although she was somewhat clumsy in her approach, Lissa managed to make Carla come a couple of times. It was enjoyable and appreciated, but Carla still felt she wanted more; she needed something inside her. So she stretched herself out on the bed and had Annabel fuck her with a face dildo while Lissa sat on her face; that did the trick. When she’d climaxed a few times this way, she felt pleasantly drowsy, and at her urging the three of them called it a night soon after.<br />
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In the morning Carla and Annabel drove Lissa to the bus station. The goodbye was surprisingly sentimental, given that they had known each other less than 48 hours. Lissa gave serious thought to not leaving, and Carla thought about asking her to stay; but both of them had a sense that their incredible day together had been one of a kind, and that it would be better to leave it that way, and have something special to remember.<br />
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As for Annabel, she of course would have gone along with whatever Carla decided. But though she liked Lissa and had enjoyed the time they’d spent together, she didn’t care for the idea of having to share Carla full-time. Sexual adventures were one thing, but having a third person live with them would have been another.<br />
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From the bus station they headed straight for the grocery store. It was now the 3rd of July, and there was a lot of preparation to be done for the party the next day. Carla intended to make a real feast, including home-baked bread.<br />
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All the rest of that day and the much of the next was devoted to cooking, with Carla running the show and Annabel serving as sous chef. By 4 P.M. on the 4th everything was set and they were in costume waiting for guests to arrive.<br />
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Carla was both excited and nervous. There was always a moment right at the start of a party where she felt certain it was going to be a disaster — no one was going to show up, or the food would be bad, or the guests wouldn’t get along. But it was almost part of the ritual now to have this moment of panic.<br />
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She sipped a glass of wine to calm herself as she checked the two pots of pasta sauce she had simmering on the stove. One was just regular sauce, but the olive oil in the other one had been infused with a generous amount of the Mighty Aphrodite she’d gotten from Katya. You couldn’t taste anything different in the sauce, though, so Carla decided it would be a good idea to give people some way to tell them apart.<br />
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After thinking about it for a minute, she went to the computer and printed out two copies of a marijuana-leaf symbol. She drew a circle through one and put a line through it, then taped the two pages near the appropriate pots.<br />
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Bread was baking in the oven, and that combined with the sauce filled the kitchen with an absolutely delicious aroma. Several bottles of good wine were aerating on the kitchen table, hors d’oeuvres were waiting in the dining room, and on the whole everything was as ready as it could be.<br />
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Annabel was arranging chairs on the back deck, and for a minute Carla stood watching her, enjoying the way she moved in the metallic bikini. Carla had been so focused on party prep that she’d engaged in no sexual activity of any kind for almost two whole days — a rarity for her. Her pussy was all atingle, and she gave serious thought to going out there and having her way with Annabel right at that moment — but then the doorbell was ringing.<br />
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She went to answer it but stopped on the way to check herself in a mirror. She made a good Wonder Woman, she thought. The headdress looked a little silly, but the costume hugged her curves beautifully and the thigh-high boots were sexy as hell. The wrist cuffs made for a nice BDSM-ish accessory.<br />
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Carla adjusted her boobs and turned toward the door just as the doorbell sounded again. At that moment Annabel appeared, heading toward the door, so Carla decided to let her answer it. As she passed their eyes met and Carla smiled. “Showtime.”<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-59243655231548336672019-04-19T17:51:00.001-07:002020-06-10T15:21:40.667-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 93Lissa lifted her head from between Annabel’s legs and Carla kissed her, relishing the strong taste of Annabel on her mouth. Carla pushed her tongue into Lissa’s mouth and Lissa accepted it gratefully; Carla then sucked on her lips until she had cleaned every last trace of Annabel’s juices off of them.<br />
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Carla stood Lissa up and her dress, which had been gathered around her waist, fell to the floor. Lissa stood there now in just white cotton panties, trembling a little. She looked so young and vulnerable that Carla felt a surge of warm sympathy. In truth, Lissa was only a little younger than Carla. But Carla was so much more self-assured and mature that she felt decades older.<br />
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Taking Lissa by the hand, Carla led her out the kitchen, motioning for Annabel to follow them. Before heading upstairs, Carla paused long enough to drop a few ice cubes into a glass and fill it with whiskey. Then the three of them made their way to Carla’s bedroom, a hush of anticipation suffusing the air around them. Lissa’s big, innocent eyes were wide and her heart was beating fast. This whole situation was so exotic to her, she could still scarcely believe it was happening. She’d known she was a lesbian since she was very young, but had had only a few lovers, and never a threesome.<br />
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Laying Lissa down on the bed, without a word Carla blindfolded her, then lifted her hands over her head and tied them to the headboard. Lissa yielded without hesitation, showing a touching trust in this person who, after all, she barely knew.<br />
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Carla took a sip of her drink and sat it back down on the bedside table, then nodded to Annabel and they both took up positions at the foot of the bed. Each of them took hold of one foot and they gently spread Lissa’s legs wide open; Lissa moaned softly in expectation of what was to come.<br />
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Annabel now stretched forward and began to lavish attention on Lissa’s breasts while Carla kissed her calves, her knees, her thighs. Together they teased Lissa slowly into a state of almost unbearable arousal. Finally Carla kissed her through the crotch of her panties and then pulled it aside, revealing a sopping wet pink pussy framed by ample, dark brown pubic hair.<br />
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Meanwhile Annabel had worked her way down Lissa’s belly and she and Carla took their first tastes of Lissa simultaneously. Lissa groaned helplessly and almost immediately began to shiver through a climax; she was so sensitized that the barest touch was enough to send her over the edge.<br />
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Leaving Annabel to her ministrations, Carla took another sip of whiskey, then fished an ice cube out of the glass. When Carla touched the ice to Lissa’s neck she yelped, twitching reflexively and pulling fruitlessly at the bonds that held her hands. Carla smiled and traced the cube down Lissa’s chest, across her swollen nipples, and then down her side to her navel, where it was left to melt.<br />
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Carla grabbed another cube and ran it up and down Lissa’s inner thighs, leaving a thin film of liquid which she then began to lick off. Working in tandem she and Annabel gave Lissa a long series of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. Lissa cries grew louder and more animated, then began to taper off; apparently the poor dear just couldn’t handle any more pleasure just then. Carla kissed Annabel hard on the mouth, deeply satisfied with what they had accomplished so far, and ready for the next phase.<br />
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* * *<br />
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Standing and stretching, working out the slight kink that she’d gotten in her neck, Carla sipped her whiskey and looked down at the bound, blindfolded form on her bed. Lissa’s panties were completely soaked and badly rumpled; it was time for them to go, so Carla pulled them off and impulsively stuffed them into Lissa’s mouth. That mouth would have work to do later, but she didn’t need it just then.<br />
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After stripping off her clothes, Carla found her current favorite strap-on and harnessed up. Pulling off Lissa’s blindfold, Carla stood over her, letting her get a good look at the prodigious phallus. Carla nodded to Annabel, who knew what her duty was in this moment; she scooted over and ran her tongue up the length of the shaft, then took the head into her mouth. Carla took hold of Annabel”s head and pushed the mighty girth deep into her mouth, noting that Annabel’s deep-throating skills had improved tremendously in the time that they’d been together.<br />
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When Carla pulled out of Annabel’s mouth with an audible pop, a few drops of saliva fell onto Lissa’s face. Lissa gazed up at Carla with a look of sweet, unquestioning submission; Carla thought it was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.<br />
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Carla moved back to the foot of the bed, again pulling Lissa’s legs apart. Her labia were gaping open, just begging to be penetrated. Carla slid a finger inside, enjoying the way Lissa squirmed in response, then shuffled forward until the tip of the strap-on was pressed against her vulva.<br />
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Lissa bit her lip and sighed as the head pushed into her. Looking down into Lissa’s eyes, Carla gave it to her slowly and gently, thoroughly enjoying every bit of the pleasure she was giving. If that isn’t altruism, she asked herself, what is?<br />
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Annabel busied herself kissing Lissa’s lips, licking her ears, sucking her tits. When finally she leaned down and lapped at Lissa’s clit, Lissa came harder than ever, spasming violently and calling out for God.<br />
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Carla withdrew the strap-on from Lissa’s slit and plunged it into Annabel’s mouth, giving her a nice mouthful of nectar. In her brief time with Carla Annabel had become quite a connoisseur of pussy juice, and she found Lissa’s especially sweet and tasty. Carla then resumed fucking Lissa, harder than before, driving up deeper into her with every stroke. When she finally relented Lissa lay there limp and spent and covered with sweat.<br />
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Stepping back from the bed, Carla wiped her brow and took a deep breath. That was enough altruism. She removed the strap-on and picked up her glass, then sat down heavily in the chair by the window. She told Annabel to go ahead and untie Lissa, and sat for a few minutes sipping whiskey and gazing out the window. There was no need to be in a hurry; she was going to get what was coming to her.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-28007716579239914672019-04-15T16:47:00.002-07:002020-06-10T09:03:46.813-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 92As they drove home from the yoga studio, Lissa told Carla and Annabel that she’d had a “moment of clarity” during the class and made a big decision: She was heading home to Wisconsin, moving back in with her parents, maybe going back to school. Looking out the window as the landscape of Los Angeles rolled by she said, “I don’t belong here.”<br />
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Carla wasn’t sure how to respond to this. On the one hand, she hated to see anyone give up on their dream. On the other hand, she got the sense that Lissa was probably right; this was not the place for her. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Carla offered to buy Lissa a plane ticket home; she demurred, saying that she’d prefer to take the bus. It would give her some time to think about what she was going to do with her life.<br />
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As soon as they got home, Carla got online and bought Lissa a ticket on a bus that left the next morning. She wasn’t sure why she felt such a sense of urgency about it, but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do.<br />
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Afterward Carla opened a bottle of wine and she and Lissa sat at the kitchen table as Annabel started making dinner. Annabel was still wearing her yoga clothes but had dutifully put on her collar; it made for an incongruous but very sexy combination.<br />
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As they talked, Carla noticed that Lissa’s gaze kept drifting back to Annabel — and why not, she looked absolutely stunning in her form-fitting outfit, especially when she bent over, which happened several times as she worked. Watching Lissa watch Annabel, Carla began to get ideas; the hankering that she’d felt during yoga class, which had abated somewhat in the meantime, now came surging back.<br />
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But she hesitated to do anything about it. Up to now her generosity toward Lissa had been entirely altruistic, and she felt good about that. If she took advantage of the situation now, it would feel like she was buying something. So she restrained herself all through dinner, but by the time she was having dessert — dark chocolate and her third glass of wine — she felt her resolve weakening.<br />
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When Annabel stood up to start clearing the table, Lissa moved to help, but Carla held her arm and insisted that she stay seated. “You’re our guest,” she said. “And Annabel lives to serve. Isn’t that right, honey?”<br />
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Annabel smiled and nodded, alert to the fact that the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become charged. The look in Carla’s eyes said she was up to something.<br />
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As Annabel cleaned up Carla sipped her wine and had a little conversation with herself. She was being stupid, she told herself; why deny Lissa, as well as Annabel and herself, what could be a truly beautiful experience? Who really gained from her pretending to be so selfless and righteous?<br />
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Carla glanced back over at Lissa, who was now blatantly staring at Annabel’s ass as she bent over the dishwasher. That made up Carla’s mind for sure.<br />
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“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” said Carla.<br />
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Knowing she’d been caught ogling the older woman, Lissa reddened a little as she nodded. In truth, she was very attracted to both Carla and Annabel, but Annabel was more her type; the only serious girlfriend she’d ever had had also been a blue-eyed blonde.<br />
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“She’s also very obedient,” continued Carla. “Annabel, come over here and give Lissa a kiss.”<br />
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Lissa’s eyes went wide and her heart was pounding in her chest as Annabel docilely crossed the room, bent over, and pressed her lips softly against the younger girl’s. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got both of their juices flowing; Carla was already copiously wet between the legs.<br />
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When Annabel straightened up again, Carla said, “Now show her your tits.” Annabel did as she was told, pulling off her top and letting it drop onto the table. Her rose-pink nipples were standing up tall and proud, just inches from Lissa’s face.<br />
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Lissa looked over at Carla, surprised and excited, hardly believing what was happening. She seemed to be asking permission, so Carla nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Lissa extended her tongue and licked one nipple, then the other; then parted her lips and took one into her mouth. Annabel moaned softly, and that seemed to snap something within Lissa. She moved to the other breast, stretching her mouth wide to take in as much of it as she could, while gripping Annabel tightly around the waist with both hands.<br />
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Carla grinned and quickly gulped the last bit of wine in her glass. Then she stood up, walked over behind Annabel, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her stepmother’s yoga pants on either side. She slowly pulled the pants down until they were on the floor at Annabel’s feet, then pressed herself against Annabel from behind.<br />
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Lisa watched with her mouth hanging open as Carla’s right hand slid across Annabel’s belly, down through her thatch of blond hair, and between her legs. Annabel parted her thighs slightly and Carla slid a finger inside her, giving Lissa’s eager eyes a glimpse of the bright pink inside. Lissa licked her lips and her nostrils flared as she got a strong whiff of Annabel’s arousal.<br />
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“Would you like a taste?” asked Carla. Lisa just gaped at her, unable to speak. She didn’t really need to anyway; the answer to the question was obvious. Carla patted the surface of the table with one hand and Annabel obediently hopped up onto it. Carla pushed Annabel back onto the table and spread her legs so her lusciously wet pussy was staring Lissa right in the face.<br />
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Lissa scooted forward in her chair, panting like a dog, and again looked over at Carla. There was joy in her eyes, and desire, and gratitude. Carla found herself wondering what she’d been so worried about earlier — wasn’t this a good thing for all of them?<br />
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After placing a kiss on Annabel’s mound, Lissa lapped gently at her inner thighs. Annabel sighed and let her legs fall farther open. Carla now moved over behind Lissa and bent forward, giving her a perfect view as Lissa’s tongue traced across Annabel’s pussy lips and then pushed between them.<br />
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Lissa had changed back into her new dress before dinner, going braless for comfort. Carla now slid the straps down off her shoulders and pulled the front of the dress down, reaching both hands down to cup Lissa’s breasts and stroke her nipples. They were already rock-hard but grew harder still as Carla stimulated them.<br />
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Leaning down, Carla began to lick and nibble on Lissa’s neck as she continued to explore Annabel’s pussy with her tongue. Annabel had braced her feet against the back of the chair Lissa was sitting on, arching her back to push her crotch into the younger woman’s face.<br />
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Soon Annabel was coming, letting out a loud, uninhibited howl that made Carla’s whole body vibrate sympathetically. Carla’s heart was beating fast and her nether regions were throbbing, but she took a deep breath and told herself to relax. There was so much that she wanted to do, and they had the whole night to do it in.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-83490829020951584822019-04-12T18:11:00.000-07:002020-06-09T12:11:44.291-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 91After thinking about it for a few minutes, Carla decided on a return trip to the same bar they’d visited two nights before, wanting to be someplace comfortable and familiar. She may also have had in the back of her mind the idea of a return engagement with Amira and Loren, but they were nowhere to be seen. In fact it was a very slow night at the bar, with only a handful of customers present.<br />
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Instead of the jazz band, music was being provided by a lone girl with an acoustic guitar. She was playing and singing quietly, and her face was mostly hidden behind an asymmetrical — and, Carla thought, not terribly flattering — haircut. All that was visible was a wave of light brown hair streaked with a few lines of scarlet dye.<br />
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Carla and Annabel got their drinks and sat down at a corner table. There was a soft murmur of conversation in the room, but Carla kept finding her attention drawn back to the musician, who seemed to be playing one incredibly sad song after another. She did not have the best voice, but there was something compelling about her performance. She radiated sincerity, making the listener really feel her emotions, and wish they could do something to help her.<br />
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After a few songs they moved closer and Carla gazed into her face, trying to get a better look and make eye contact if she could. Finally the girl shook her head and the hair swept to one side, revealing a pretty, fine-featured face and the biggest, saddest brown eyes Carla had ever seen. Seeing Carla look at her, the musician smiled shyly and shook her head again, causing a tumble of hair to once again fall across her face.<br />
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At first Annabel was a little put out at Carla’s focus on the young singer, who didn’t appear to be old enough to actually drink in the bar she was playing in. But eventually she too was won over, and she sensed something different about Carla’s interest in this girl. Carla eyes were not burning with lust, but dewy with tender feeling.<br />
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When the set was over Carla clapped loudly and enthusiastically, and Annabel quickly joined in. When the girl peered out at them from behind her hair it was clear that she was blushing, embarrassed by the ardency of their response.<br />
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Her guitar case was open at her feet with only a couple of loose dollars in it. Carla opened her purse, took out all the cash inside — about $50 — and dropped it into the case. Taken aback, the singer stood up and sat her guitar down in the chair she’d just vacated. She was tallish, with a body shape undefined under a flannel shirt and loose jeans. It appeared that she was starting to say something — her mouth moved, but nothing came out.<br />
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Carla started to chat her up, and though she was quiet at first, after a few minutes she began to open up. Carla bought all of three of them drinks and they huddled together at a quiet table. Over the next hour Carla learned the following: The girl’s name was Lissa, and she had moved from Wisconsin to L.A. about a year ago to try and make it in the music business. It had not gone well — she was a shy and quiet person with no gift for self-promotion, and though she’d made a couple of contacts with producers, both of them had turned out to want to fuck her before they’d do anything to help her career.<br />
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In the meantime she’d quickly burned through her savings and though she’d had a number of day jobs, she kept losing them for one reason or another. Three times she’d moved to a smaller apartment, and just that day she’d been evicted from the latest one. Everything she still owned — a duffel bag full of clothes and her guitar — she had with her at the bar. She’d been hoping to make enough in tips that night to get a hotel room, but even with Carla’s generous contribution she was falling short.<br />
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Both Carla and Annabel felt warmly sympathetic to Lissa’s plight, and Carla did not hesitate to invite her to spend the night with them. She was hesitant to accept, stuttering “Gee, that’s awfully nice of you, but...”<br />
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Carla waved her off. “I’m not taking no for an answer,” said Carla firmly. When she had made up her mind about something, her voice carried a lot of authority; Lissa didn’t argue any further. Carla was happy; it felt very satisfying, actually, to be able to help someone who really needed it.<br />
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By now the bar was about to close, so they loaded Lissa and her stuff into the car and drove home. Annabel set Lissa up in the guest room and all three of them called it a night. Upon crawling into bed Annabel kissed Carla warmly and cuddled up on her shoulder, touched by the way she’d shown generosity to a stranger in need.<br />
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By the time Carla and Annabel came downstairs in the morning, Lissa had already showered and dressed, and had mixed a bowl of eggs that she then threw on the stove to make omelets for everyone. She seemed much more lively than the night before, refreshed perhaps by a good night’s sleep in a comfortable bed.<br />
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“Your house is so beautiful,” said Lissa. “This is the kind of place people dream of living in.”<br />
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Carla looked around; it was hard to argue with her. The sun was shining on the ocean, reflecting dazzling ripples of light into the kitchen. Carla was struck suddenly by how lucky she was to live the way she did. She may have had issues with her father, but her there was certainly no faulting the way he provided.<br />
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Lissa was a gifted cook, it turned out; the omelets were phenomenally delicious and Carla wolfed hers down with embarrassing speed. When Lissa offered to make her seconds, Carla hesitated only briefly before saying OK.<br />
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Carla studied Lissa as she cooked. She was a pretty girl with wonderful eyes, it was just a shame about that haircut. Well, that was situation that could be rectified. As a matter of fact, she and Annabel were in need of a little neatening up, so Carla called her stylist and made appointments for all three of them.<br />
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After breakfast Annabel did the dishes and Carla took Lissa out onto the deck. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Lissa looked every bit like the wholesome Midwestern girl she was, or at least had been. Carla found it strange that she hadn’t once thought about Lissa in a sexual way. It wasn’t that she was unattractive; more that she seemed like such a lost soul, it was hard to feel sorry for her and lust after her at the same time.<br />
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Carla wondered what Lissa thought her and Annabel’s relationship was. Annabel had been wearing her collar since the previous night, but she and Carla hadn’t been particularly demonstrative in Lissa’s presence. Still, Lissa had to know there was something between them.<br />
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At the stylist Carla and Annabel just got trims, but Lissa emerged with a chic little bob that revealed much more of her face, changing her appearance dramatically. Feeling beneficent, Carla treated all of them to mani/pedis, then they went clothes shopping. At Carla’s behest Lissa tried on dozens of different outfits before settling on a flowery summer dress that completed her transformation into a whole different person.<br />
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At one point Lissa balked at having so much money spent on her, and Carla told her not to worry about tit. “My father has more money than God,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to spend some of it on someone other than myself.” She had almost said “someone who really needs it,” but stopped herself just in time; she wanted to build Lissa up, not tear her down.<br />
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After shopping they had a late lunch and then went to a yoga class. Carla insisted on treating Lissa to yoga clothes from the studio’s boutique, and upon seeing her in them, found her libido beginning to rev. Lissa was long and lithe, with a perfectly rounded little butt and high, well-formed breasts. The top she was wearing showed off her narrow waist and a lean, flat belly that any model would have been proud of; it was probably the result of poverty as much as anything, but it looked good.<br />
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The teacher of the class was an older woman with short hair who was in great shape for her age but not Carla’s type. Carla was glad; she was feeling suddenly horny and the sight of Asha might have driven her into a frenzy. As it was, Carla had a hard time concentrating on the poses. Looking around at the many lovely women in the room, and at the two splendid specimens on either side of her, she felt a distinct tingle between her legs. Something would have to be done about that sooner or later.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-7491334754523851422019-03-22T11:07:00.001-07:002019-12-12T11:07:51.970-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 90As the morning light gradually came streaming into the house, Carla began to see all the ways in which it was not as clean as she would have liked with a big party coming up. Although Annabel took pride in doing her own housecleaning, her standards were not as high as Carla’s, a situation that would have to be rectified.<br />
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Carla declared that the day would be devoted to cleaning, and furthermore that no clothing would be worn during the process. And so after breakfast they began to move from room to room, Annabel wearing only gloves and her collar, and Carla nothing at all. Annabel did the bulk of the work; Carla occasionally pitched in, but more often distracted Annabel by fondling or fingering her. More than once this led to them 69ing on the floor for an extended period during which nothing was accomplished.<br />
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By late in the afternoon the house was sparkling clean and they had fucked in just about every room. Carla suggested that they go out to a nice restaurant as a reward for their hard work, and so they showered and dressed up, Annabel in a short red cocktail dress and Carla in a relatively conservative black gown.<br />
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The restaurant they went to was one of Carla’s very favorites, an upscale Italian place with a creative menu. She had also noticed that for some reason it seemed to attract an unnatural number of beautiful women. This night was no different. The customers included several straight couples, several families, and a few groups of women — but every female in the place, of whatever age, was exquisitely lovely.<br />
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The waitress was also a looker, a tall girl with dark hair who could have passed for Carla’s older sister. When she handed them menus Carla saw her gaze linger for a moment on Annabel’s neck. Only then did Carla notice that Annabel was still wearing her collar — she had simply forgotten to take it off. Carla smiled and bit her lip, looking meaningfully into the waitress’s dazzling green eyes.<br />
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The waitress — her nametag said “Jude” — met Carla’s stare with a level gaze that nonetheless had something knowing in it. Carla immediately imagined the three of them writhing naked on a bed — she’d never made love to anyone who looked so much like her.<br />
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But Jude quickly resumed her professional demeanor and took their drink orders. When she returned with their glasses of wine Carla tried to flirt with her, but she didn’t take the bait — it might have been that she was just too busy, as the restaurant was really hopping. As soon as they’d ordered their meals Jude was off to her next table.<br />
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Carla sipped her wine and looked around at the other diners. There were many fine specimens but eventually her eyes settled on two women sitting at the very opposite end of the restaurant. The younger of the two looked to be about Carla’s age and was an absolute stunner — half-Japanese, Carla guessed, with gorgeously soft skin and the face of an angel. She also, Carla noticed, was wearing a collar — though hers was thinner than Annabel’s and had a little lock dangling from it.<br />
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The woman she was with was close to Annabel’s age, with dark blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her appearance was very prim and proper but there was something sensual, almost depraved, about her face. Carla decided that the younger woman she was with was her stepdaughter, and also her submissive lover.<br />
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Of course Carla’s mind began racing with ideas of all the fun things the four of them could do together. She would start by trading slaves, having Annabel go down on the older woman while the younger one licked Carla’s own pussy. Imagining that beautiful head down between her legs, Carla felt her juices begin to flow.<br />
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Just then the older woman turned and appeared to look straight at Carla. Though she rarely felt embarrassed to be caught looking, Carla felt momentarily abashed, imagining that the woman knew everything that had been going on in her head. It turned out she hadn’t even seen Carla and was looking around for her waitress. Still Carla felt chastened and returned to her attention to Annabel.<br />
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But now and again during the meal Carla glanced over again at the two women. Their body language definitely indicated that they were intimate — they were sitting very close together, with their heads often inclined toward each other, talking in low voices and smiling enigmatically.<br />
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By the time they finished their meal Carla had three glasses of wine in her and was feeling bold. Leaving Annabel at the table, she went out to the car and grabbed two party invitations out of the back seat. Back inside she marched right up to the table where the two women were sitting; they looked at her curiously and waited for her to speak.<br />
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“Sorry to interrupt your meal,” said Carla.<br />
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“Not a problem at all,” answered the older woman. “Do I know you from somewhere?”<br />
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Carla studied the two of them, happy to have a chance to look them over up close and without trying to be subtle about it. Had she seen them before? At Blair’s, at a bar, at yoga? It was possible, but she felt like she would have remembered them. “I’m not sure, to tell the truth,” she said.<br />
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“Hmm,” purred the blonde. “You do look familiar. Anyway, what can we do for you?”<br />
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Carla sat the invitation down on the table. “This is kind of random, but I’m having a party on the 4th of July, and I thought you might like to come.” She didn’t put any emphasis on the word “come,” but she let it hang in the air for a moment. “It’s always fun to meet new people.”<br />
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The two of them studied the invitation for a few seconds. “Our schedule is a little up in the air at this point,” said the older woman finally. “But we might be able to squeeze it in. Thank you for the invitation.”<br />
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“You’re welcome,” said Carla. “Hope to see you.” As she turned to go the younger woman favored her with a big smile that warmed her heart and made her tingle between the legs.<br />
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Only when she got back to her own table did Carla realize that she’d neglected to introduce herself or to ask the two ladies for their names. She shrugged; she was glad she’d at least made the approach. Maybe something would come of it, maybe it wouldn’t.<br />
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The two women left soon after, glancing back at Carla and Annabel as they did and whispering to each other. They laughed and waved before heading out the door.<br />
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Carla and Annabel dawdled over dessert and coffee, and when their check finally came Carla left Jude an invitation along with a generous tip. Outside the night was warm and the last rays of sunlight were still lingering in the sky. Carla took a deep breath and pondered their next move.<br />
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<br />ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-82516998315981060492019-01-25T18:37:00.000-08:002019-03-15T15:45:25.731-07:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 89Carla and Annabel slept late and lingered over breakfast. Neither one of them said much as they drank tea and ate eggs and toast — in their minds both of them were replaying scenes from the previous night, which had been a long and eventful one.<br />
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In the afternoon Carla wanted to go shopping for yoga gear. This was how she was when she had a new passion — she enjoyed the process of acquiring all the necessary equipment. She and Annabel drove to a specialized store where she bought mats, blocks, blankets, and more straps than she really needed. This last item fascinated her, so she had to have one of every kind that the shop sold.<br />
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Upon returning home they adjourned to the living room to do a few poses — naked, of course, since at home they had that option. It was a pleasant way to pass the time.<br />
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At one point when they were in downward dog Carla did something she’d always wanted to do in yoga class — wriggled underneath Annabel and lay there looking up at her, not touching, just admiring her gorgeous body. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was a little slick, looking wonderfully delicious, but Carla was in ho hurry — she wanted to savor every second of this session. Finally she leaned up and placed one kiss on each nipple and one on Annabel’s blond mound, then returned to her own mat.<br />
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They moved gradually through every pose they could think of, ending up on boat pose, with hands in the air behind their backs. Annabel had her eyes closed, as she often did, and so was not aware of Carla coming up to her until she felt something being wrapped around her wrists.<br />
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Annabel opened her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at her stepdaughter, who was smiling while tying off the strap to bind Annabel’s hands behind her. Leaning down, Carla rested her full weight on Annabel, pushing her into the ground, planting kisses on her ears, neck, and shoulders. Then Carla abruptly pivoted and came to rest sitting in front of Annabel with her legs spread, presenting her pink, puckered pussy.<br />
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Annabel did not hesitate to dive in. She had become highly aroused during the naked yoga session, and was more than ready for some action. She had Carla coming almost immediately, but Carla quickly sent her back to work. Annabel dutifully kept at it until Carla had come twice more and had pussy juice running down her butt-crack onto the floor.<br />
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Finally satisfied, for the moment at least, Carla stood up and threw two more yoga straps over her shoulder. She helped Annabel up, took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. There she pushed Annabel face-down onto the bed and used a strap to tie each of her ankles to a bedpost — the long way, so that her flexible legs were spread as far as they would go. In this position her lewdly exposed pussy looked like a ripe, juicy half-peach.<br />
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Carla dropped to her knees for a taste. She had intended to tease Annabel for a while, maybe including a spanking, but she found herself greedily devouring that delicious cunt. She hooked a thumb inside, stimulating Annabel’s clit with her fingers, her tongue stabbing here and there. Poor Annabel came over and over and over until she was left whimpering quietly, body wracked with spasms that seemed like they’d never stop. And Carla was just getting started.<br />
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Carla left Annabel tied to the bed as she went downstairs for a cold drink. Between the yoga and their exertions afterward, she’d worked up quite a thirst. She realized that Annabel must have too, but it would be hard for her to drink from a glass in her current position, and Carla didn’t want to untie her just yet.<br />
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So Carla filled a bowl with water and took it upstairs, where she sat it down near Annabel’s head. Annabel drank gratefully, if somewhat awkwardly. Carla hadn’t necessarily set out to make her stepmother look like a dog, but she enjoyed the sight of it. “Bitch,” she muttered under her breath.<br />
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“Hmmm?” said Annabel.<br />
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“Never mind,” said Carla. She knew what this particular bitch needed right now. She went to her bedside table and began to rummage through the drawer, looking for the right strap-on for the occasion. She finally settled on a pink one that was not her biggest, but had an upward curve to it that she thought would stimulate Annabel in interesting ways.<br />
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After harnessing up Carla stood idly by the window for a minute, stroking the shaft of her cock, letting Annabel think about what was going to happen next. Annabel gazed over at her admiringly, struck by the incongruous silhouette of her ample breasts and enormous phallus. Just for a moment she found herself wishing that it was a real, live, throbbing member. But on the other hand, despite everything, Carla was absolutely and without question a woman. Annabel wouldn’t dare think of changing anything about her.<br />
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Carla crossed the room to take up a position behind Annabel, whose eyes tracked her until she was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, Annabel braced herself, but Carla entered her very gently, sliding in millimeter by millimeter.<br />
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Even so, it wasn’t long before Annabel was screaming loudly and uninhibitedly as Carla pounded into her. The curved dildo was touching her in some unexpected places and she almost felt like she had to pee; but bound as she was there was nothing she could do about it. And then she was coming, a multistage orgasm that seemed to start somewhere far away and crash over her like a wave.<br />
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Annabel closed her eyes for a minute, feeling suddenly empty as Carla pulled out. But when she opened them again the dildo was staring straight at her with its one eye. She gamely opened her mouth and took it in, getting a big mouthful of her own juices. As she sucked Carla leaned over her and began to swat her on the rump, one cheek then the other, back and forth and back and forth.<br />
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Carla kept up this rhythm even as she moved back around and slid the strap-on into Annabel’s pussy again, then reached over and untied Annabel’s left leg, pivoting her onto her side for a different angle of penetration. Annabel sighed, then giggled; some entirely new parts of her womb were being touched, and it was a funny, ticklish sensation.<br />
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Annabel’s laughter turned to ragged panting as Carla fucked her harder and deeper, holding her hips and grinding with relentless force. She looked up helplessly at Carla and seemed to be trying to say something, but couldn’t get any words out. Carla began to sense that she was on the brink of a truly momentous climax but just couldn’t quite get there.<br />
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After changing her angle of entry again, Carla finally gave up, dropped to her knees, and with three quick licks to the clit sent Annabel over the edge. Annabel’s thighs squeezed around Carla’s head, quite unconsciously, but hard enough and for long enough that it was all she could do to pry them apart before she passed out.<br />
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Trying to catch her breath, Carla stood up and went to the bathroom for a glass of water. When she came back Annabel was laying there with half-open eyes, gazing vaguely toward the window, but appearing mentally to be somewhere else altogether. She was well taken care of, but Carla herself felt the need to come again before she got on with her day.<br />
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She was in the mood for something different, something special. She went to her bedside table and dug through all her toys until she came across her Hitachi vibrator, which hadn’t been out of the drawer in quite a while. She switched it on to test the battery, and got a little thrill when it started to buzz in her hands.<br />
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Unharnessing her strap-on and setting it aside, Carla took a seat in the chair next to the window and spread her legs. Annabel looked on in dazed half-consciousness as Carla vibed herself to orgasm, then went for a second, third, and fourth. Finally Carla forced herself to turn off the little machine and put it down. That was the problem with vibrators — they were all too efficient, and next thing you knew you were too desensitized for regular sex. She remembered now why it had been in the drawer for so long.<br />
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After washing and drying the vibrator, Carla buried it deep enough in the drawer that she wouldn’t find it again for a while. Contentedly whistling a tune, she untied Annabel’s ankle from the bed, then freed her hands. Snapping the leash onto Annabel’s collar, Carla led her downstairs on her hands and knees. There Annabel set about making dinner while Carla checked her phone. They both were quite content in their roles, and had everything they needed for the moment.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-87969081654385210002019-01-18T18:12:00.000-08:002019-12-11T16:35:02.248-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 88Annabel flushed red and felt, simultaneously, a chill down her spine and a tingle between her legs. She tried to think of what “misbehavior” Carla might be referring to. She couldn’t think of anything, but she had grown up in a religious household and was familiar with the concept of original sin. She knew that what she’d done or hadn’t done didn’t matter at the moment; what was important was what Carla wanted.<br />
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Amira extended a hand and Annabel took it, allowing the striking black woman to help her up from the couch. As they walked across the room Annabel had already made up her mind: She was not going to resist but to embrace this moment, make the most of it.<br />
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Looking over at Carla, wanting to show what a good and obedient girl she was, Annabel stripped naked and pressed herself against the glass. It felt cool and hard against her erect nipples. Amira gagged and tied Annabel as she had Loren, who meanwhile curled up on the floor at Carla’s feet, availing herself of Annabel’s abandoned snifter.<br />
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Annabel took a deep breath and tried to brace herself, but nonetheless she flinched and trembled when the belt dug into her flesh. As Amira disciplined her slowly and methodically, Annabel watched herself in the mirror, hypnotized by the way her breasts bounced with every blow. Carla, meanwhile, had pulled off her yoga pants and started touching herself until Loren, taking the cue, leaned over between her legs.<br />
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Did Carla feel a little guilty about having Annabel spanked for no reason? Maybe deep down she did; but for now she was totally caught up in the moment, quite enjoying having her pussy licked while she watched her stepmother get punished.<br />
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After awhile Annabel felt herself rise above the pain; the woman she saw getting spanked in the mirror was no longer her. But she thought that woman looked beautiful, strong, and brave despite being bound and submissive. Soon after this Amira dropped the belt and came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her neck. Annabel sighed, enjoying the way Amira’s firm breasts and hard nipples felt against her back.<br />
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Turning, Amira disappeared into the bedroom for a minute and when she returned, the massive strap-on that she was wearing preceded her into the room. Annabel had leaned forward against the cool glass, closing her eyes and letting the last reverberations of the pain echo through her body. So she was taken by surprise when Amira reached down, pulled her thighs apart, and pushed the long, girthy phallus up into her.<br />
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Annabel let out a yell that, even through her gag, echoed through the room loudly (without the gag, it would surely have disturbed Amira and Loren’s neighbors). Loren looked up from between Carla’s legs, a little envious that Annabel was getting fucked before her. Hopefully her turn would come before the night was through.<br />
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Amira hunkered down into a wide-legged stance so she could thrust up into Annabel, driving the blonde a little harder into the glass with each thrust. Annabel came like a freight train once, twice, three times, and just when she felt like her insides were being turned into jelly, Amira pulled out.<br />
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Loren immediately crawled over and began to lick the strap-on clean. She knew what her mistress liked and hoped that she would immediately be rewarded. But after letting Loren lick and suck for a minute, Amira pushed her away and ordered her to untie their guest, then walked over and took a seat in the big overstuffed chair across from where Carla was sitting.<br />
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Carla glanced over at the sizable dildo standing up from between Amira’s legs, feeling an urgent itch between her own. Across the room Loren untied Annabel’s hands and took her arm, helping her to walk somewhat gingerly back over to the couch. As she sat down Carla looked over at her, then back at Amira.<br />
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For a long moment it was quiet in the room. Carla knew what she wanted to do, but she didn’t want Annabel to see her do it. First she located Annabel’s yoga pants, which she used to bind the older woman’s hands behind her back. Then she used her own pants as a blindfold, making sure that the rather damp crotch was strategically located over Annabel’s nose.<br />
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Satisfied with her work, Carla walked over to Amira and climbed up onto the chair. Placing one knee on either side of Amira’s lap, she maneuvered so that her puckered pussy lips were kissing the tip of the dildo. Her eyes and Amira’s met, and something passed between them; it seemed that they understood each other. Taking a deep breath, Carla slowly lowered herself onto the meaty shaft.<br />
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Loren, meanwhile, took advantage of Annabel’s helplessness by pushing the older woman’s head down between her legs. Well-trained as she was, upon smelling a wet pussy that needed her attention, Annabel stuck out her tongue and went to work.<br />
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After less than a minute, Carla was shuddering into a climax. For an interval that seemed very long but wasn’t, she was completely still, letting the pleasure pulse through her body. Then she began slowly moving up and down again as Amira pulled off her top and her bra and srarted aggressively squeezing and fondling her tits.<br />
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Loren had now moved into 69 position atop Annabel, lapping gently at Annabel’s pussy as she ground her crotch down onto the older woman’s face. Amira took hold of Carla’s hips and lifted her into the air, high enough that only the tip of the dildo was still inside her. In this position Amira was able to reach Carla’s breasts with her mouth, and she took the time to suck and nibble on each nipple before forcefully pushing Carla down again, driving the strap-on all the way up inside her.<br />
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Carla howled loudly enough that Annabel, whose head was clamped tightly between Loren’s legs, wondered what was going on. Carla kept moaning through a second orgasm, then a third, as Amira cupped her ass with one hand and used the other to stroke her clit. When she finally climbed off Carla was dizzy and sure she wasn’t going to walk right for a few days, but she was buzzing with bliss from head to toe.<br />
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Loren wanted more than anything to take Carla’s place atop the enormous member, but before she could untangle herself from Annabel, Carla had dropped to her knees and unharnessed it. So Loren could do nothing but watch as Carla spread Amira’s legs, bent forward, and started to lick and kiss the black woman’s muscular thighs.<br />
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Amira leaned back and picked up her glass of brandy as Carla began to pleasure her, feeling more than entitled to some compensation for all the work she’d done. But after a few minutes Carla paused in her ministrations and stood up. For two days now she’d had an image in her mind of Amira’s bald head burrowing between Annabel’s legs, and she’d been wondering what that felt like.<br />
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Carla had always been agile, and all the more so now that she was doing yoga. So it was not too difficult for her to climb up onto the chair and arrange herself upside-down with her knees resting on Amira’s shoulders. In this position she resumed licking Amira’s pussy and was rewarded with the sensation of smooth skin against her thighs and a thick, strong tongue pushing its way inside her.<br />
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Loren found this such a lovely sight that she thought it unfair for Annabel to be deprived of it. When she pulled off the blindfold Annabel blinked and her vision was blurry; it was hard for her to tell what she was seeing. But her eyes gradually focused in on the tableau before her, and when they did she gasped; it was an astonishing sight, worthy of being preserved as a sculpture, she thought.<br />
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Annabel and Loren sat watching, rapt, as Amira and Carla gratified each other. They seemed to be competing to see who could make the other come harder. Amira had the advantage of her large and powerful tongue; Carla was helped by the fact that all the punishing and fucking she’d done had worked Amira up into a highly excited state.<br />
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In the end, you’d have to call it a tie — there was no winner, and certainly no loser.<br />
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<br />ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-9130304736635647632019-01-11T09:30:00.000-08:002019-12-11T15:41:51.824-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 87Carla invited Loren and Amira to join them, and they chatted — for the most part pleasantly — through two rounds of drinks. The only discordant note came when Loren went to the bathroom and stopped on her way back to talk to a tall, willowy woman with short blond hair. When she returned to the table Amira fixed her with an icy stare and growled, “I thought I told you not to talk to her anymore.”<br />
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“You’re not the boss of me,” retorted Loren with childish petulance.<br />
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“We’ll see about that,” said Amira.<br />
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Carla and Annabel both felt uncomfortable witnessing this exchange; they didn’t know that this was a game Amira and Loren played all the time. Amira would make arbitrary rules for Loren, who would then break them so Amira would have a reason to punish her.<br />
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But in the moment it felt very awkward, and Carla quickly changed the subject, making fun of the band — they had been downing free drinks throughout their performance, and now sounded like they were playing three different songs. She soon got everyone laughing and the tension was forgotten.<br />
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When their glasses were empty Amira invited Carla and Annabel for a nightcap; her and Loren’s apartment was just a couple of blocks away. Carla hesitated for a moment, worried that Amira and Loren’s tiff would continue, or even escalate, in the privacy of their home. But she was curious, a little drunk, and very horny — their little tryst with Dylan now seemed like ages ago — so in the end she agreed.<br />
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The four of them walked together through the warm SoCal night to an Art Deco apartment building facing the ocean. This was quite an old building by L.A. standards, and though a little worn around the edges it was quite charming, with high ceilings and ornate windows. Walking right past the elevator, Amira led them up two flights of stairs and down a dimly lit hallway to the door of the apartment.<br />
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Once they were inside Amira beckoned Carla and Annabel to sit on the couch. She and Loren disappeared into the kitchen for a minute, and when they returned, Loren was carrying two snifters of brandy, while Amira had a third in one hand and the bottle in the other. Loren put one glass down in front of Carla and another next to Annabel; Amira gently sat the bottle on the coffee table, and, after taking a sip of her brandy, said, “I hope you don’t mind if we conduct a little personal business.”<br />
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Carla shook her head no, although she was unsure exactly she was agreeing to; Annabel just stared uncomprehendingly. “Make yourselves at home, please,” said Amira, and Carla and Annabel both picked up their snifters and leaned back to see what was going to unfold.<br />
<br />
Amira crossed to the other side of the room, where there was a tall and long but narrow glass table. Loren followed, shedding clothes as she went; by the time she was naked Amira had stood the table up on one end, making it about six feet tall.<br />
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Loren now walked around to the side of the standing table opposite the legs and pressed herself against the glass, wrapping her arms around the ends and clasping her hands together on the other side. Amira, after setting her snifter down on a windowsill, used a length of cord to bind Loren’s wrists tightly together.<br />
<br />
In this position Loren’s breasts were mashed against the surface of the glass, making her nipples outsized and vivid. There was a full-length mirror on the wall opposite the table where Loren could watch herself, and she did, flexing her hips so that her pubic hair was also pressed against the table. She just loved putting on a show for visitors.<br />
<br />
After slipping a red ballgag into Loren’s mouth and tying it off, Amira reached down and pulled off the belt she was wearing. It was a thick, heavy strip of black leather, which she now looped around her hand and snapped in the air.<br />
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Loren winced, as did Carla and Annabel. Both of them sipped their drinks nervously as Amira spun, bent her knees a little, and brought the belt down hard on Loren’s tender rump. Loren grunted into her gag; the sound reverberated off the glass and reached Carla and Annabel as if it was coming from somewhere far away.<br />
<br />
As Amira spanked Loren all up and down her back body, every time a blow landed, her flesh bristled and her breasts jiggled like jello for a moment before settling back into stillness. Carla thoroughly enjoyed every second, but Annabel was a little uneasy; she kept picturing herself in Loren’s place. She thought back to when she had been punished publicly at Blair’s; ever though there had been more people there, this seemed more humiliating somehow, because it was more intimate.<br />
<br />
But Loren did not look distressed; she seemed resigned, even serene. And she became all the more so as the punishment continued; by the time Amira stopped, dangling the belt from one hand, Loren was positively glowing.<br />
<br />
Amira reached down with her free hand and slid two thick fingers into Loren’s sopping-wet pussy. She wriggled them around inside until it was clear that Loren, who was on a hair trigger, was about to come. At that point Amira pulled the fingers out, removed Loren’s gag, and had her lick them clean.<br />
<br />
That was all Loren got for the moment. Amira untied her and she stood back from the table, rubbing her wrists and stretching, as Amira recrossed the room. Pointing to Annabel, she said to Carla, “Does this one need any correction?”<br />
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Carla sipped her brandy, looking thoughtful as a sly grin curled the corners of her mouth. “Now that you mention it,” she said, “she has been misbehaving a bit lately.”<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-74831323465401056072019-01-04T16:10:00.000-08:002019-12-11T15:21:26.436-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 86Since the yoga class was not till late, Carla and Annabel decided to go out to dinner beforehand. After changing into their yoga clothes they drove to a bar and grill close to the studio where the class would be.<br />
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All throughout dinner Carla could feel eyes on them — several guys at the bar craned their heads rather unsubtly to get a better look. Carla didn’t necessarily mind men looking at her; she rather enjoyed knowing that no matter how much they wanted her, they would never, ever have her.<br />
<br />
Looking over at Annabel, who appeared oblivious to everything but her steak, Carla began to speculate. Annabel had fallen under the sway of first her father, then herself. Would there be others in the future? Would they be men or women? Or would Annabel finally take charge of her own life? Carla was curious to find out, but not in a hurry. There was plenty of summer still to go.<br />
<br />
After dinner they took a short walk around the neighborhood and then headed to the yoga studio. This was not their usual place and it took them a minute to find the entrance. By the time they did it was almost time for the class to start; they quickly checked in, then climbed a narrow, winding staircase to a large room lit by only by a handful of flickering candles. The atmosphere was warm and soothing, and both Carla and Annabel immediately felt more relaxed just being there.<br />
<br />
Asha was already at the front of the room sitting on her mat, golden eyes shining in the candlelight. She nodded at them but didn’t say anything; she appeared to be in a meditative, almost dreamy state. She looked astonishingly beautiful in a scarlet bandeau and extremely sheer knee-length pants. Carla got excited at the idea that Asha had dressed with her in mind; it probably wasn’t true, but she liked thinking it.<br />
<br />
A half-dozen women were scattered around the room, including Dylan, whom Carla had texted during dinner to suggest that she come to the class. Dylan winked at them, then returned her attention to the front of the room as they quietly set up their spaces. Soon after Asha spoke up.<br />
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“Welcome, everyone,” she said in a low, husky voice, “to twilight yoga. We’ll be taking it nice and slow tonight. By the end you’ll hopefully feel completely peaceful. If you fall asleep, that’s OK too.”<br />
<br />
There was no chance of Carla falling asleep with Asha in the room, though she was visible mostly in silhouette, as were the other women in the class. But strangely enough, for the first time ever, Carla found herself thinking more about yoga than sex. When the class was over she felt suffused with a sense of serenity and well-being; it was like some magic spell had been cast on her.<br />
<br />
Afterwards Carla delivered Asha’s invitation but, not wanting to disturb the hush that had fallen over the room, was hesitant to speak to her. Finally she just whispered “Thank you,” and Asha surprised her by reaching out to hug her. It felt delicious and Carla milked it for all it was worth, savoring the feeling of Asha’s lithe form against her own. But though the attraction was powerful, Carla felt completely calm and patient, confident that everything was going to unfold as it should. After a few seconds she released Asha and turned to go.<br />
<br />
She found Annabel and Dylan quietly stowing away their blocks and straps. Carla’s eyes met Dylan’s and an unspoken communication passed between them. Without a word the three of them walked out to the street and went to their cars.<br />
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A few minutes later, when Carla and Annabel walked into Dylan’s house, she was already laying on her bed naked. Annabel leaned down to kiss her as Carla spread her legs and began to finger-fuck her. Dylan eagerly pulled off Annabel’s clothes, sucking on her tits then encouraging her to climb up onto the bed. Dylan began to slurp away at Annabel’s pussy as Carla dropped to her knees and took a taste of the redhead’s cunt.<br />
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They were laying in bed together an hour later, languid in post-coital bliss, when Dylan’s phone buzzed. She picked it up, looked at it for a few seconds, then muttered “Shit.”<br />
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“What?” asked Carla.<br />
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“My husband. They suddenly shut down production on the project he’s working on. He’ll be home in an hour.”<br />
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“I suppose you’ll be wanting us to leave then,” Carla said somewhat peevishly.<br />
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“Unless you want to stick around and help me relax him,” said Dylan with a leer.<br />
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Carla frowned and made a face. “Pass.” Glancing at Annabel, who had a faraway look in her eyes, Carla wondered: If I wasn’t here, would Annabel stay? Natural submissive that she was. she probably would have; just the idea of it was enough to make Carla want to give her a good spanking.<br />
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Carla and Annabel dressed and wished Dylan goodnight. It still felt earlyish to Carla, so she decided they should have a drink before going home. They drove to one of her favorite lesbian bars and ordered old-fashioneds, taking a seat in a quiet corner as a jazz trio played at the other side of the room.<br />
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They had just about finished their drinks when a bartender appeared with a fresh round that they hadn’t ordered. Nodding her head to back and to her left, she said, “From the ladies at the bar.”<br />
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Carla had to crane her head to see past a gigantic potted plant to the bar, where all she could make out at first was the top of a dark-skinned, hairless head. Standing to get a better angle, she saw Amira and Loren standing there smiling at her; Amira raised her glass in salute.<br />
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A little shudder of excitement ran through Carla’s body. The night had just taken a turn, she could tell.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-56435822731509287282018-09-23T17:13:00.004-07:002019-12-11T11:32:45.862-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 85Kim spent the night but left early, needing to catch a flight for a family trip to Hawaii. She took the party invitation that Carla had given her, promising that she’d be there, since she would be back from her trip on the 3rd.<br />
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Carla and Annabel slept in, then had a long and luxurious breakfast. Carla had a craving for pancakes with chocolate chips, and Annabel whipped some up. When they were done Carla checked her list of people she wanted to deliver party invitations to; Katya was up next. Carla took a hit from her pen and sat down to think about how to make this errand fun.<br />
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After a couple minutes it hit her. And so it was that late that morning Annabel found herself in the passenger seat of Carla’s car wearing a metal bikini. She seemed to be having new experiences like this all the time lately, and as usual, she felt at once embarrassed and excited. Discomfort took the lead briefly when they pulled into the parking lot of a hardware store and Carla quickly hopped out and went inside.<br />
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Annabel was mindful of eyes on her, and felt more exposed in this costume than she would have felt in a regular bikini that covered less. But her primary concern soon became the sun, which was quickly heating up the metal against her skin. She cracked a door open while trying to remain inconspicuous, feeling a bit like an abandoned dog.<br />
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When Carla returned she was carrying a short length of chain with clips on either end, which she used to bind together Annabel’s wrist cuffs. She then turned on the engine and cranked up the AC, providing Annabel some much-needed relief but causing her skin to get all goosepimply.<br />
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A few minutes later they pulled up in front of Katya’s. Annabel hesitated; though there was nobody around that she could see, she knew she would feel awkward walking down the street in her present state. But when Carla came around and opened her door, she realized that she had no choice; she swallowed her misgivings and climbed out of the car. Carla took Annabel by the elbow and began to lead her toward Katya’s, bound hands dangling in front of her.<br />
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Just then a man in his 40s emerged from a door across the street and froze in his tracks, as if unable to believe what he was seeing. Annabel blushed and turned her head, paying attention to what was in front of her and not what was behind her, as they turned up the path to Katya’s door.<br />
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Carla knocked on the door and a few seconds later Katya appeared, squinting in the sunlight as she looked Annabel up and down. “I know you’re a big <i>Star Wars</i> fan,” said Carla. “So I brought you a present.”<br />
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Katya laughed and invited them in. They sat down in the living room and had a smoke while catching up on what had happened since they saw each other last. Though Carla did most of the talking, Katya hardly took her eyes off Annabel. She was in fact a huge <i>Star Wars</i> aficionado and had always had a special fondness for Princess Leia’s bikini — though Annabel was much more generously proportioned than Carrie Fisher.<br />
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When they were good and high Katya disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes. She returned wearing a Darth Vader helmet and black cape, along with a long-sleeved black T-shirt. She also had on skin-tight black leather pants that displayed a sizable bulge in the crotch.<br />
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Walking over to stand in front of Annabel, Katya said, in the deepest voice she could muster, “Kneel before Lord Vader.”<br />
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Annabel obeyed, and Katya reached down and unzipped her pants, allowing a formidable black strap-on to pop out. After glancing over at Carla, who gazed back blankly — Annabel shouldn’t need to be told what to do — she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, then ran it up and down the whole length of the shaft.<br />
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Taking a firm grip on Annabel’s head, Katya pushed the head of the dildo between her lips and down into her throat. Annabel gulped and tried to take it all, as Katya stood imperiously with her head thrown back. From Carla’s vantage point behind her, she looked for all the world like a Sith Lord getting a blowjob.<br />
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After watching for a few minutes Carla was dying to get involved; this was just too good. “I need to get in on this,” she said. “Do you have any other costumes?”<br />
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Katya shrugged. “Not really. I’m always Darth for Halloween.”<br />
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“Never mind,” said Carla as she began to strip. “I’m another slave girl, OK?”<br />
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Katya could have sworn that her plastic phallus stood up a little taller and prouder at that moment. It was very unusual for Carla to be willing to take a submissive role, but apparently she was in a playful mood. When she was naked she knelt next to Annabel and took the shaft of the strap-on in her hand, looking up at Katya’s mask as she began to lick it.<br />
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It was quite a powerful feeling to have two girls on their knees in front of her, and Katya enjoyed every second of it. But eventually enough was enough; it was time for somebody to get fucked. She rolled Annabel onto hands and knees and, after a bit of difficulty, managed to remove the bottom of the metal bikini.<br />
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Feeling large and in charge, Katya ordered Carla, “Give her your pussy to lick.” Carla did as she was told, scooting over in front of Annabel and spreading her legs. Annabel began to eat her as Katya took hold of the strap-on and drove it forcefully into Annabel’s gushing-wet hole.<br />
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Katya craned her head to watch Annabel’s boobs bounce in the metal bikini top as she was being fucked. This was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and she was on the point of coming without being touched; all it took was brushing the tip of her index finger across her clit to trigger a stupendous orgasm. This seemed to set off a chain reaction, with Annabel coming almost right away, then Carla.<br />
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Feeling parched and hot under her mask, Katya went to the fridge to get a beer, then realized she wouldn’t be able to drink it. It would have to wait. When she returned to the living room Carla was laying on the rug with her legs spread wide, pink slit glistening with arousal. “Fuck me, Lord Vader,” she said.<br />
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Katya obliged her, instructing Annabel to sit on Carla’s face as she was being fucked. Again Katya delighted at the rhythmic motions of Annabel’s breasts as she moved up and down on Carla’s tongue. It was weird for Annabel to look across at the impassive face of the villainous Lord Vader; and also kind of sexy, but ultimately distracting. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of Carla pleasuring her.<br />
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After two more rounds of orgasms they untangled themselves. Katya stood up, took off her harness and pants, and sat down on the couch with her legs spread. Carla had to pee, and when she came back, she stood for a while watching Annabel bury her face in Darth Vader’s crotch — not something you get to see every day.<br />
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At this point Katya decided she’d had enough of the mask, which was heavy and stifling. Taking it off and setting it aside, she asked Carla, “Would you get me a beer?”<br />
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Returning with a bottle in each hand, Carla sat down on the couch next to Katya. Katya downed half of the beer Carla handed her in one swig, then leaned her head back against the top of the couch. Lifting up Katya’s shirt, Carla dripped a little beer on each of her nipples, then licked it off.<br />
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A trickle of beer had escaped between Katya’s breasts and down her chest; Carla traced it with her tongue. Arriving at Katya’s belly, she got a delicious whiff of the scent rising up from between the blonde’s legs. So she continued to lick her way down, finally touching the tip of her tongue to Katya’s clit.<br />
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Katya climaxed immediately and convulsively, barking out a Russian curse word and digging her nails into Carla’s shoulder. Then she sighed, sipped her beer, and sat back.<br />
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Annabel remained on her knees, looking radiantly sweet and innocent. How did she manage to look so innocent, Carla wondered, with her face covered in another woman’s pussy juice and a dark blond cunt hair stuck to her upper lip? It was like she had some inner core of purity that couldn’t be touched. Reaching out her hand, Carla brushed the hair away, then leaned down to give Annabel a hard kiss on the mouth.<br />
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Afterward, Katya decided to sketch Annabel just as she was, wearing only the metal bikini top. She put on a robe and got her sketchbook as Carla got dressed and went to the kitchen to make them a snack. When she returned the sketch was already done; the face was a bit vague, but the bikini top and Annabel’s pubic hair were portrayed in loving detail.<br />
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When it was time to go Carla helped Annabel put her bottom back on and they exchanged hugs and kisses with Katya. When they got to the car Carla found Katya’s party invitation still sitting on the back seat; she had forgotten all about it. She quickly delivered it and they headed home.<br />
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Thinking ahead to their plans for that evening, Carla got a mental image of Asha and smiled. It was excellent news that the yoga teacher had agreed to attend the party; Carla was that much closer to attaining her goal. But she tried not to get ahead of herself — there was a lot to do between now and then.<br />
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<br />ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-9183589043135722952018-09-14T17:00:00.000-07:002019-12-10T16:33:15.865-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 84When Carla and Annabel arrived back at home, the sun was just touching the horizon. Carla sat down with her vape pen to watch the sunset as Annabel puttered around in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and wiping off the table.<br />
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As the minutes went by Carla began to develop a hankering for something sweet. By the time it was completely dark she had a full-blown vision of what she wanted, and set about making it a reality.<br />
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First she had Annabel strip and stretch out face-up on the kitchen table. Pulling Annabel’s limbs out into an X shape, Carla tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs, then grabbed some supplies from the refrigerator. After putting on some music Carla began to decorate her stepmother: a squirt of whipped cream here, a dab of chocolate sauce there, topped off with strawberries and cherries.<br />
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When she was finished Annabel made quite the mouth-watering display. But Carla did not indulge yet; instead she got out her camera and took a picture, shooting from a low angle so Annabel’s face was blurry but her naked, garnished body and shiny pink pussy were clearly visible. She sent the photo to Kim along with a text message that said, “Annabel misses you.”<br />
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At the time Kim was sitting in her living room at home watching a movie with her parents. For the last couple days she’d been playing the part of the dutiful daughter, and was now well and thoroughly bored. So she was excited to receive a message and opened it immediately, then quickly turned her phone over and hoped her folks wouldn’t notice that she was blushing.<br />
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She felt the liquid immediately begin to gush between her legs and knew that she would be on her way to Carla’s shortly. Her parents would be annoyed with her for leaving in the middle of the movie, but they would just have to deal with it; she couldn’t sit still much longer.<br />
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Kim’s parents were very conservative and had never approved of her friendship with Carla, whose reputation as a wild child was widespread. They thought that Carla had corrupted Kim, and in this they were not entirely wrong. Kim had been a year behind Carla in school and had idolized her, admiring how self-possessed and free she was. When they met, Kim was nerdy, prim and proper straight-A student with very little social life.<br />
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Over time Kim — using the same work ethic she’d previously applied to her studies — began to insinuate herself into Carla’s circle, going to the same parties and frequenting the same hangouts. Carla started to take notice of her, flattered by the fawning attention she got from the cute younger girl. Finally, at an end-of-the-school-year party, they’d ended up in bed together.<br />
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This was Kim’s first sexual experience and it was a revelation for her; she had masturbated plenty, but had no idea she could come so hard or so many times. It was also a bit of a disappointment, though — because for her the encounter was a big deal, while for Carla it was just another hookup. For a while after Kim was emotional and clingy, to the point where Carla started to keep her at a distance. Eventually Kim realized that if she wanted to stay in Carla’s orbit she would have to play it cool, not ask for too much.<br />
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So instead of trying to possess Carla, Kim tried to be like her, sleeping around and partying hard. Carla didn’t push her in that direction, but didn’t exactly discourage her either, and rather enjoyed watching Kim’s transformation into a bad girl. For the rest of high school Kim lived a double life: obedient and straight-laced at home, wild and promiscuous everywhere else.<br />
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The change in lifestyle took a toll on Kim’s grades, and though she still managed to get into a good college, it was not one of the top-tier schools her parents had envisioned for her. In college Kim had pulled herself together, studying hard and getting good grades. But in Carla’s presence she always found herself falling back into old habits.<br />
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Over and over Kim had told herself that the next time Carla summoned her, she wouldn’t immediately jump like she always did. But it never went down that way, and it wasn’t going to this time either; Kim was restless and horny, and Carla’s text had gotten her imagination revved up. Saying that some friends were getting together and that she was going to join them, she took her leave, ignoring her parents’ frowns.<br />
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Meanwhile Carla had popped open a bottle of Prosecco and adjourned to the living room, leaving Annabel alone with her thoughts. Being in this position — tied up and waiting to see what would happen next — was no longer an unusual occurrence in her life. In fact she found it rather freeing — since there was nothing she could do, she had nothing to worry about. Her mind wandered, thinking of her childhood, her school years, and of recent events; when she tried to think of the future, though, everything was a vague, indeterminate blur.<br />
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When Kim arrived about 15 minutes later, Carla poured her a glass of wine and took her into the kitchen. Between sips they began to lick Annabel clean — starting at the edges and working slowly toward the good parts. Annabel squirmed and moaned quietly, eager for some attention to be paid to her throbbing chest and crotch, then sighed when Kim finally leaned over and sucked the whipped cream from her rock-hard nipple.<br />
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At last all that remained were streaks of chocolate along Annabel’s inner thighs and a cherry nestled between her pussy lips. These Carla claimed for herself. Kim wiggled out of her skirt and panties and climbed up onto the table, lowering her crotch down onto Annabel’s eager mouth.<br />
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Sipping Prosecco as Annabel’s tongue jabbed up into her, watching Carla lap away happily at her bound stepmother’s pussy with a little dab of chocolate still perched on the tip of her nose, Kim had to smile to herself. Say what you might about Carla — she might be a bad influence, but she certainly knew how to have a good time.<br />
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<br />ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-31408789780034170622018-09-07T17:00:00.000-07:002019-12-10T16:27:03.079-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 83After taking a few seconds to think, Monica said, “I found a couple very, um, interesting masks in an old box this week.”<br />
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“Do tell,” said Carla, and Monica disappeared into the warehouse for a minute. When she returned she was carrying two old-fashioned masks, ornate and vaguely Satanic, each with a phallus several inches long in place of a nose.<br />
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A few minutes later Annabel and Courtney found themselves laid out on the plush carpeting, still naked, bound, and gagged but now also masked. Monica gestured to Carla to indicate that, as the guest, the first choice was hers.<br />
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After tossing back the rest of her glass of wine, Carla sat it down and stripped off her T-shirt, jeans, and panties. Sinking to her knees straddling Courtney’s head, she positioned herself so that her crotch was right above the little penis protruding from Courtney’s mask. Holding on to Courtney’s breasts to brace herself, she slowly lowered herself down onto the shaft until her pussy lips were kissing the mask.<br />
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Carla sighed and wiggled. The nose-cock was not the biggest, but it felt nice, and was bent at enough of an angle to give her some good friction on her clit. Watching Carla grind, Monica shucked off her dress — she was indeed totally commando underneath — and knelt over Annabel. Soon she and Carla were both moaning quietly as they pleasured themselves on their respective masks.<br />
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Carla’s gaze drifted down to Courtney’s nest of brown pubic curls; it looked wonderfully soft and inviting. Though Courtney’s ankles were tied together, Carla was able to splay her knees apart to reveal a glistening pink pussy. Carla leaned forward, nuzzled her nose into Courtney’s bush, then started to hungrily gobble her wet cunt.<br />
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Monica recognized a good idea when she saw one. She did likewise with Annabel, and now there were two pairs of women locked in fervid 69s, with Courtney and Annabel thrusting their masks upward as warm liquid dripped onto their faces.<br />
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Carla lifted her head from between Courtney’s legs and glanced over at Monica, who turned to meet her eyes. They grinned at each other and kissed, tasting their partners’ juices on each others’ mouths. Their tongues met and explored, saliva running down their chins, then they broke away and resumed eating their respective pussies.<br />
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A few minutes later all four of them came almost simultaneously, their bodies quaking in unison, Carla gripping Courtney’s butt cheeks and Monica biting Annabel’s thigh. Annabel giggled and Courtney sighed, then there was a brief period of total stillness and peace.<br />
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Finally Carla and Monica sat up and looked at each other. “Switch?” said Carla, and Monica nodded. They changed places and did it all over again, with Monica humping Annabel’s face and Carla Courtney’s. The orgasms took quite a bit longer this time, and for a good while there was no sound in the room but moaning, slurping, and the slap of flesh against flesh.<br />
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When it was over Carla and Monica climbed off, moving somewhat gingerly. After untying Annabel and Courtney they took some time to look at costumes. There were several Wonder Woman outfits to choose from, and after trying them on Carla settled on the oldest one. It was tight in the bodice but the visual effect was quite pleasing, and it had a nice pair of golden wrist cuffs as accessories.<br />
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As Monica wrapped it up Carla wandered around trying to find a costume for Annabel. She wanted something revealing, and after a few minutes she happened across a metal Princess Leia bikini. She had Annabel try it on and it fit perfectly. At Carla’s request Monica managed to find a pair of wrist cuffs similar to the ones that came with the Wonder Woman costume, but smaller and in a bronze color that matched the bikini. Carla was delighted; their outfits would look good together, but not too matchy-matchy.<br />
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By this point the bottle of rosé was history and everyone’s stomach was starting to growl, so they all decided to go out for Thai food. One of Carla and Monica’s favorite places was just down the street.<br />
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During dinner Carla was delighted to receive a text from Asha. She didn’t have plans for the 4th, she said, and would love to attend their party. Carla texted back, “Would love to bring u an invite. When are you teaching again?” Asha responded that she would be teaching a candlelight yoga class the next night. Carla said “See u then!” and, feeling celebratory, ordered a bottle of nice champagne for the table. Everything was going just according to plan.<br />
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<br />ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-32368299828493586212018-08-31T15:38:00.002-07:002019-12-10T14:22:47.889-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 82Carla slept like a baby and woke up in a bright-eyed, optimistic mood. She felt certain that today she could get anything she wanted; all she needed was to know how to ask for it.<br />
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Slipping on a long white T-shirt, she left the sleeping Annabel and went downstairs to put on some tea. It was a typical Southern California day, a little smoggy, but pleasantly warm with a cool breeze coming off the ocean. She took her tea out onto the deck, sat down, and put her feet up.<br />
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Annabel turned up about an hour later, stark naked and adorably disheveled. Her hair was sticking out every which way and her demeanor was that of a thoroughly satisfied woman; she ambled nonchalantly through the kitchen, squinting in the bright sunlight. Seeing Carla, she smiled, and memories of the previous day’s adventures came flooding back for both of them.<br />
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They had breakfast and showered, then headed into town for yoga class. As they walked into the studio, Carla decided that Asha would be teaching that day. There was no doubt in her mind — that was what she wanted, and that was what was going to happen.<br />
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And sure enough, at the precise moment the class was supposed to start, a vision of loveliness appeared in the doorway. Today Asha was wearing a minimalist crop-top that left an expanse of bare flesh from the top of her pants to just below her breasts. Her waist was unbelievably thin, her creamy brown skin glowing with preternatural vitality. Carla imagined herself licking and nibbling that delectable soft flesh and in that moment she decided that, by hook or by crook, she was going to make it happen.<br />
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As class began Annabel looked around for Dylan, who was nowhere to be seen. In fact the class was rather sparsely attended. This gave Asha the chance to give lots of personal attention to the students — especially Carla, who was still new to yoga and may even have been doing the poses wrong on purpose, just to get the teacher to lay hands on her.<br />
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Annabel noticed that Carla’s eyes never left Asha for the entire duration of the class, and while that was quite understandable — the teacher was a remarkable specimen — she couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. Carla was always in search of the next conquest — would she never be satisfied with what she had? On the other hand, that insatiable appetite was part of what made Carla who she was; take it away, and you’d have a whole different person.<br />
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After class Carla went to the front of the room to chat up the teacher, but found herself having a hard time talking. She asked a couple of nonsensical questions, cursing herself inwardly; she felt like some awkward teenage boy who was scared to death of a pretty girl. Finally, steeling her nerves, she blurted out: “Um, listen, we’re, um ... having a party. On the 4th of July. Maybe you’d like to come?”<br />
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This was totally off-the-cuff, but it was not a bad idea; from their house they had a good view of numerous fireworks displays. Asha thought for a few seconds and then answered, “I don’t think I have any plans for that day. Can I let you know?”<br />
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Carla nodded eagerly. Asha stepped away and quickly returned holding a phone, which she handed to Carla. “Give me your number?”<br />
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Slowly and clumsily, Carla entered her name and digits; her thumbs didn’t seem to be working correctly. This was so unlike her, but finally she finished and gave the phone back to Asha, who favored her with a smile that lit up the whole room. “I’ll be in touch,” she said, and Carla turned to go, still a little embarrassed but also buoyant. She was already beginning to plan the party she had just promised.<br />
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By the time they got to the car she had decided that it would be a costume party and that she herself would dress up as Wonder Woman — red, white, and blue, just perfect for the 4th. Looking Annabel up and down, Carla tried to think of ideas for her, but nothing came immediately. Well, there was time to figure that out.<br />
<br />
Upon arriving home Carla immediately set to work creating an invitation — she decided to make paper invitations, something she hadn’t done in years. Sitting down at the computer, she had Annabel kneel between her legs — she’d gotten quite worked up during yoga class, and was in need of some relief. Once she’d come, she had Annabel wait quietly while she worked until the itch returned.<br />
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An hour and three orgasms later, Carla had a design she was proud of, with a great image of a lady Uncle Sam in a short skirt with prominent cleavage. She started going through the guest list in her mind, and decided that rather than mail the invitations out, they would make the rounds and deliver them personally.<br />
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It made sense to go see Monica first; that way she could see about getting a deal on costumes for her guests. She and Annabel showered and had a snack before heading off for Hollywood.<br />
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By then it was late in the afternoon and of course they got stuck in traffic; as a result it was almost closing time when they arrived at Johnson’s House of Costumes. Threading their way through the heaps of merchandise, they found Monica bent over an enormous cardboard box, standing on her tiptoes with only her bottom half visible. Her short red dress was riding up to reveal the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and either she wasn’t wearing underwear or what she had on wasn’t providing much coverage.<br />
<br />
Carla wolf-whistled and Monica stood up suddenly, almost falling over backwards in her haste. Recovering herself, and trying to look dignified, she smiled at them. “Oh, hi,” she said. “How’s it going?”<br />
<br />
They spent a couple minutes catching up, then Carla told Monica about the party and handed her an invitation. Monica agreed to give anyone Carla sent over 50% off their costume.<br />
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“You mean half the price?” asked Carla. “Or only half the costume?”<br />
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“You tell me,” said Carla, and they both giggled. In that moment Carla felt a warm rush of affection for Monica — she had little dimples that became especially adorable when she laughed. They’d known each other since junior high and had grown into a very comfortable relationship; there was a strong mutual attraction, but neither of them had a particular agenda.<br />
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“So,” said Carla, “have you seen Courtney lately?” After the previous party, she’d hoped that Monica and Courtney might hook up, or maybe more.<br />
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Monica nodded. “She’s here, in fact, waiting for me in the back room. Why don’t you go say hi? I need to finish up here.” Monica dove back into the box as Annabel followed Carla to the back of the store.<br />
<br />
They found Courtney, as promised, in the back room — stretched out naked on a couch, with her wrists and ankles tied and a ball-gag in her mouth. Her eyes widened when she saw them and she tried to say something through her gag; Carla just nodded as if she understood and patted Courtney gently on the rump.<br />
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When Carla left the room a few minutes later, she was whistling a happy tune. She stopped at the door and looked back, quite pleased with what she saw: Annabel was now sprawled on the couch next to Courtney, also naked, bound, and gagged.<br />
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Carla went back out to where Monica was and helped her put a few things away. By then it was closing time; Monica locked the front door and they repaired to the back room, where Courtney and Annabel had been waiting patiently for them — not that they had any choice.<br />
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Monica took a bottle of rosé from the mini-fridge in a corner of the room, popped it open, and poured each of them a glass. They clinked glasses and Carla said, “Now what shall we do with these two?”<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-31500391069339903272018-06-22T14:54:00.000-07:002019-12-10T14:00:38.533-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 81Carla helped Annabel up and they headed toward the bar to look for water. Amira had now sunk back against her chair with her eyes closed and Loren’s head gripped between her powerful thighs. Loren was using her thumb and tongue to try to coax an orgasm out of her lover as Amira muttered, “Jesus ... mother<i>fuck</i>...” and then trailed off into a series of incoherent moans and groans.<br />
<br />
Finally Amira released Loren and she sat up, looking over somewhat sheepishly at Kim, who was watching with a bemused expression. Loren wiped the back of a hand across her mouth and took a deep breath; she had been working hard. Carla offered her water, which she gratefully accepted.<br />
<br />
Moving slowly and unhurriedly, Carla and Annabel began to get dressed, and Loren and Amira soon followed. After exchanging phone numbers they bid each other goodnight, hugged and kissed. Loren and Amira stayed behind to close up as Carla and Annabel followed Kim to her car.<br />
<br />
They drove back to Carla’s house mostly without talking, listening to dub reggae on a college radio station. After dropping Carla and Annabel off, Kim blew them a kiss and headed home.<br />
<br />
They both needed badly to pee, so Annabel went into the downstairs bathroom while Carla headed upstairs. Carla took her time, scrolling through text messages that had arrived while she was in the club. One of them was from Dylan, who had been home alone, feeling restless. Carla briefly considered writing back, but the message was several hours old, and it was too late to open a whole new can of worms.<br />
<br />
When Carla finally stepped out of the bathroom Annabel was standing there, naked except for her collar. She was holding Carla’s favorite strap-on in front of her, a pleading and supplicant look on her face. Thinking back over all they’d done that day, Carla decided that Annabel had been extremely well-behaved and deserved to be indulged. She took the strap-on from her stepmother and harnessed up.<br />
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What followed was like choreography, with every move seemingly plotted out in advance. Annabel turned and started walking down the hall; Carla followed a few feet behind. Watching the exaggerated sway of Annabel’s hips as she moved, Carla imagined herself a nervous teenager having her first experience with an older woman. This was far from the case, of course, but through the power of imagination she was able to momentarily feel some of that sense of excitement.<br />
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* * *<br />
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Carla’s actual first experience with an older woman had been with an employee of her father’s, a Frenchwoman named Martine. They’d met at a cocktail party Carla’s father had hosted at the house, just a few days after Carla graduated from high school, and just a couple weeks after her 18th birthday.<br />
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Carla didn’t particularly enjoy attending her father’s business functions, but she didn’t feel like leaving the house that day either, and knew that there would be good food and drink. She dressed appropriately for the occasion, in a flirty but not slutty black cocktail dress.<br />
<br />
As she drifted around the edge of the party, sipping expensive Bordeaux and nibbling on canapés, Carla found herself drawn to a particular voice. It was melodious and feminine, with a lilting French accent, but also intelligent and authoritative. The voice’s owner was facing in the opposite direction; from her angle all Carla could see was dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, a dark gray suit jacket, and a cluster of eager-looking businessmen hanging on every word.<br />
<br />
Gradually Carla managed to circle around to the other side and finally got a look at the woman’s face. Her features were sharply defined and perfectly symmetrical, with high cheekbones a slightly upturned nose. She was smiling but her mouth had a hint of cruelty to it, which Carla found extremely sexy. When her bright blue eyes alighted on Carla’s, Carla felt suddenly exposed, like she’d been sized up, evaluated, and judged all in a moment.<br />
<br />
The woman was saying something about marketing in Europe that Carla had a hard time following and after a minute, not wanting to be part of the adoring throng, she tore herself away and went to refill her glass. 20 minutes or so later she was standing on the deck looking out at the ocean when she felt movement beside her and subtle whiffs of cedar and sandalwood wafted into her nostrils.<br />
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“A very boring party, no?” said the new arrival in bemused Gallic tones.<br />
<br />
Carla turned to her and grinned nervously. Although this woman was something short of a classic beauty, there was a presence about her that Annabel found intimidating. Up close, the faintest hints of crow’s feet were detectable at the corners of her eyes; Carla guessed that she was in her mid to late thirties. “I’ve been to worse,” Carla answered, shrugging.<br />
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“Martine,” said the woman, extending her hand. Carla took it and afterward they stood talking for the better part of a half-hour. The conversation itself was quite innocuous — Carla discussed her plans for college, Martine said a few things about her work and answered Carla’s questions about France — but there was something more going on underneath it. Carla felt a connection, and when she looked into Martine’s eyes, she knew the older woman did too.<br />
<br />
But eventually, to Carla’s disappointment, Martine excused herself. “Better get back to it,” she said, “or they’ll be talking about me.” She kissed Carla on both cheeks and went back inside.<br />
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After the party Carla didn’t think about Martine much. There had definitely been something about her, but who knew when they’d see each other again, if ever. Once or twice she found herself idly fantasizing about getting to know Martine better, but tried not to dwell on it.<br />
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Then about a week later, Carla was sunbathing topless on the deck when she heard the doorbell ring in the distance. She wasn’t expecting anyone and, feeling drowsily contented, was inclined to ignore it. But then it sounded again and reluctantly she roused herself, put her bikini top back on, and went to the door.<br />
<br />
It took her a few seconds of squinting to recognize the woman at the door, and by the time she’d said, “Oh, hi,” Martine had squeezed past her into the house without being invited. In the living room they faced each other and Carla said, “Um, my dad’s not home right now. He’s on a business trip in Mexico.”<br />
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“I know that,” said Martine with calm self-assurance. “I didn’t come to see him. I came to see you.”<br />
<br />
“Oh,” said Carla, feeling her heartbeat accelerate. And that was that. A few minutes later Carla was laying back on her bed with her legs spread as Martine ate her pussy.<br />
<br />
That was one thing that Carla learned from Martine: make a woman come and she’s putty in your hands. And Carla was. Despite her naturally dominant temperament, Carla found herself yielding to Martine’s greater experience and commanding aura. Martine had her every which way that day, and they began a torrid affair that lasted for several weeks, until Martine was transferred back to Europe. She told Carla to look her up if she ever made it to the continent, but the opportunity hadn’t yet come up.<br />
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* * *<br />
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Carla wasn’t really thinking of any of this at the time; she was completely in the moment as she followed Annabel to the bedroom. The difference in their gaits was pronounced: Annabel’s was a sashaying dance of seduction, while Carla walked with a swagger, the shaft of her strap-on thrusting proudly ahead.<br />
<br />
When they got to the bedroom Annabel got onto her hands and knees atop the bed. Carla bit her lip and shook her head; how lucky was she to have a beautiful creature like Annabel offering herself this way? She reminded herself to never stop appreciating how fortunate she was.<br />
<br />
Moving slowly and deliberately, wanting to make Annabel wait for it as long as possible, Carla took cords and bound her wrists and ankles to the bed — tightly enough for her to feel constricted, but loosely enough that she could support her own weight with her ass in the air. The desperate expression on Annabel’s face, the gentle roll of her hips, and the shiny wetness of her pussy all indicated that she was very ready to be fucked. But she’d enjoy it that much more, Carla thought, after a good spanking.<br />
<br />
So Carla got out her gentlest flogger and began to lash the older woman’s rear. The idea was to stall as much as to punish, and Carla paused between blows, trailing the strands of the flogger along Annabel’s back, butt, and thighs. The need between Annabel’s legs grew more acute by the minute, and she was many times tempted to begin pleading for satisfaction. But she held her tongue and put herself in Carla’s hands.<br />
<br />
When the head of the dildo finally pushed into her, Annabel exhaled loudly and pressed down on the bed with both palms, angling her hips toward Carla. Carla reached around and cupped Annabel’s breasts with both hands, then penetrated her the rest of the way.<br />
<br />
Annabel’s face contorted and she moaned helplessly, but somehow it wasn’t enough for Carla. She wanted to mark Annabel inside, to touch a part of her stepmother that she’d never touched before.<br />
<br />
Hastily loosening the bonds that held Annabel’s feet, Carla rolled her onto her side and lifted her right leg — which was now on top — high into the air. All the yoga had made Annabel exceptionally flexible, and Carla pushed her to the limit, splaying her wide and driving in deeper, deeper.<br />
<br />
Annabel felt like she was being turned inside-out; her pussy lips were gaping wide, the sweat pooling under her arms and between her breasts. She gazed up into Carla’s eyes, found them both affectionate and pitiless. In that moment she surrendered herself completely and the first of several increasingly powerful orgasms wracked her body.<br />
<br />
When the last one finally subsided, Annabel had nothing left. She gazed up through half-open eyes as Carla untied her hands; then she rolled over and by the time Carla had pulled the blanket up over her, she was fast asleep.<br />
<br />
After brushing her teeth Carla climbed into bed. It had been a long, eventful, and thoroughly satisfying day. Carla rested one hand on Annabel’s flank, draped the other across her eyes, and settled in for the night.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-72395355546821430142018-06-15T08:48:00.000-07:002019-12-10T13:22:23.533-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 80As the door swung open, Loren was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed; Annabel was on her knees between Loren’s legs, lapping away happily; and Carla was watching intently, dangling a snifter in one hand. So none of them noticed when two people entered and came toward them.<br />
<br />
It was Carla who first became aware of a figure looming over them — that of the statuesque black woman Kim had left with earlier. Later, Carla would learn that her name was Amira and that she was Loren’s lover, as well as a part-owner of the nightclub they were in. But at this moment no introductions were made. Indeed, no words were exchanged. Amira simply unzipped her pants, pulled out a girthy strap-on the same color as her skin, and pushed the tip into Loren’s open mouth.<br />
<br />
Loren’s eyes flew open and she looked panicked for a moment, then relaxed and smiled as she saw the familiar face above her. Kim, meanwhile, walked around and sat down next to Carla; she had the blissful glow of a well-satisfied woman. She took the snifter from Carla’s hand and helped herself to a deep draught.<br />
<br />
Annabel had looked up from between Loren’s legs, but Amira now stretched out one long arm and pushed her back down. Amira’s other hand gripped the top of Loren’s head as she pushed the dildo further in. Loren gagged briefly but then was able to relax her throat and take most of the shaft into her mouth; she’d had a lot of practice doing this very thing.<br />
<br />
Carla decided that she’d had enough of being a spectator. She stood and stripped off her clothes, piling them neatly on a nearby table. When she was naked she walked over and climbed onto Loren’s lap. Loren was small but looked sturdy; Carla was confident she could handle the weight.<br />
<br />
In this position, with Carla’s crotch directly above Loren’s, it was easy for Annabel to move back and forth between one pussy and the other, using her fingers on whoever she wasn’t licking at the moment. Meanwhile Loren and Carla took turns sucking the strap-on as Amira gazed down approvingly, feeling properly honored by their attentions.<br />
<br />
But suddenly Carla felt herself being lifted into the air and carried toward the stage. She was not accustomed to being manhandled — or womanhandled — this way, but at the moment she was happy to go with the flow, feeling her pussy throb as Amira’s powerful arms held her.<br />
<br />
Amira deposited Carla face-down on the lip of the stage, pulled her legs apart, and penetrated her without hesitation or mercy. The yelp that Carla let out was incoherent and undignified, but she didn’t care; all that mattered was that, full as she was, she wanted more. She braced herself against the floor of the stage with both hands and pushed her ass back and up, impaling herself even further on the formidable cock.<br />
<br />
Now Amira smacked Carla’s rump with an open hand once, twice, three times; then took hold of Carla’s hips and began to fuck her with a muscular, relentless rhythm. Annabel, Kim, and Loren all watched with fascination. It was quite an athletic display, fully the equal of anything they’d seen on that stage previously.<br />
<br />
Carla cut loose with a primal wail when she came, arms giving way beneath her as her torso fell heavily onto the stage floor. But Amira did not let up, simply flipping Carla over onto her back, splaying her legs wide open, and continuing to pound into her. Only after Carla climaxed again, this time with a helpless, gurgling whine, did she relent.<br />
<br />
When Amira pulled out and stepped away, her thick black shaft jutting proudly into the air, Carla remained prone on the stage, curled up into the fetal position with a dreamy, heavy-lidded expression on her face. Her protective instincts aroused, Annabel got up and started to go over there, but found Amira standing in her path.<br />
<br />
Amira’s arms wrapped around Annabel and the black woman leaned down for a kiss, her tongue probing forcefully into Annabel’s mouth. The tip of the strap-on pressed against Annabel’s pubis, she realized that she wasn’t going anywhere.<br />
<br />
Pushing Annabel back against the table behind her, Amira gripped her ass with both hands and lifted her up onto the table. Annabel spread her legs, ready to be fucked, but instead Amira stepped away and began to undress. She pulled off her jeans, unharnessed the strap-on, and shucked off her T-shirt and bra.<br />
<br />
When Amira was naked she sat down on a chair next to the table Annabel was on. She pointed one long index finger at Loren, then crooked it back toward herself. Loren did not hesitate to obey; she crawled over and bent down between Amira’s spread legs.<br />
<br />
Amira now took hold of Annabel’s thighs, opened her as wide as she would go, and pulled her a little closer. Annabel gasped when Amira’s tongue snaked into her; it was every bit as big as any cock she’d ever had in her, and much more agile. She began to writhe as Amira probed around inside her, but Amira was holding her so tightly that she couldn’t really move, which just increased the pleasure that much more.<br />
<br />
The sensation of Amira’s bald head between her legs was a novel one. Annabel cupped the smooth dome with one hand as Amira penetrated her deeply, then traced along her inner thighs, then licked and sucked her clit. Meanwhile, down below, Loren’s head was trapped between Amira’s strong legs, completely enveloped in her musky perfume.<br />
<br />
When Amira pressed a thumb into Annabel’s pussy she orgasmed so hard she didn’t know if she was laughing or crying. The spasms wracked her body until she felt lightheaded, but Amira wasn’t finished with her. By the time she came twice more she was completely spent; she lay there on the table staring up at the ceiling, trying to remember where and who she was.<br />
<br />
Suddenly Carla’s face appeared above her, upside-down but still unmistakable. Annabel grinned at her and sighed, “Goddamn.”<br />
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Carla nodded. “I know.”<br />
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<span style="color: white;">..</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-16873851974968751692018-06-08T16:26:00.000-07:002019-11-12T16:44:53.780-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 79When the show was over and the crowd had started to disperse, Carla was struck with an idea. She’d noticed that though Blair had left her two co-stars well-satisfied, she’d never been pleasured herself. This might create the opportunity, Carla thought, for a bit of fun. Standing Annabel up, Carla took her by the arm and guided her up onto the stage, then all the way to the back.<br />
<br />
They found Blair in her dressing room, a small but neat space with a single full-length mirror, a large rack of clothes in the corner, and numerous implements of punishment on the walls. The door was open and Blair was sitting there topless, rubbing lotion into her breasts; Carla found herself completely hypnotized, standing in the doorway watching, and momentarily forgot why she had come. Finally she shook her head, reminding herself that it was rude to spy, and knocked gently on the open door.<br />
<br />
Blair looked over at them and said “Oh, hi.” She did not look in any way surprised or put out to be interrupted in the midst of her ablutions.<br />
<br />
“Is it OK if we come in?” asked Carla.<br />
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“Sure, of course,” said Blair. “How did you like the show?”<br />
<br />
“Amazing,” said Carla. “As usual.” Taking Annabel by the arm and pulling her forward, Carla added, “You remember my... um, my friend, Annabel?”<br />
<br />
“Of course,” answered Blair. “Great to see you again.” Turning back to Carla she said, “Remind me...what was your name again, sweetheart?”<br />
<br />
“Carla.”<br />
<br />
“Right, sorry....” Blair looked up for a moment, thinking back. “Aah, yes, the hood. I remember. That was a good one.”<br />
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“Yeah,” said Carla. “So anyway, we couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t really get your... just desserts in that last scene.” Blair raised one eyebrow. “Annabel thought she might be able to help with that. She has a very talented tongue, you know.”<br />
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Annabel blushed bright red, both pleased with the compliment and abashed to hear herself offered so crudely. Is this what I’ve come to, she thought, to have my sexual services so casually dispensed? But the worst of it was that now, having been given the idea, she wanted to do it more than anything. She would be gravely disappointed if Blair declined the offer.<br />
<br />
After looking Annabel over for a few seconds Blair answered. “That’s a very thoughtful offer,” she said. “It would be impolite of me to refuse.” Unhurriedly and matter-of-factly, she pulled off her leather pants, then unharnessed her strap-on and set it aside. She spread her legs to reveal a glistening pink slit framed with slightly matted dark blond pubic hair.<br />
<br />
Annabel took two steps forward and sank to her knees. Planting a kiss on each of Blair’s taut, toned inner thighs, she felt Blair’s muscles contract, smelled her powerful scent, heard her emit a sweet little sigh.<br />
<br />
As Annabel began to lap at Blair’s pussy, Carla got out her vape pen and leaned against the wall. She took a long draw and offered it to Blair, who demurred. Carla shrugged and took another hit, feeling like she’d done her good deed for the day.<br />
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* * *<br />
<br />
Afterwards Carla and Annabel went back to the front of the house, which was now mostly empty. They sat down at the bar, ordered drinks, and chatted for a while with the bartender. Her name was Loren and Carla found her very charming. She was smart and funny, and though her short haircut was somewhat severe, she had a friendly smile.<br />
<br />
Eventually they were the only ones left in the bar and Loren said, “It’s closing time but you guys are welcome to stick around.” Carla assented and Loren went to lock the front door. When she returned she climbed up on a stepladder and retrieved something from the top shelf. It turned out to be a bottle of top-quality Armagnac, which she sat down on the bar along with three snifters.<br />
<br />
Loren poured them each a generous serving and lifted her drink. “Here’s to new friends,” she toasted, and they clinked glasses. The Armagnac was smooth and delicious, among the best Carla had ever tasted. She drained almost half her snifter in one long sip, then reproved herself; you’re not supposed to gulp good liquor like that.<br />
<br />
“So how did you guys meet?” asked Loren.<br />
<br />
“Well...” said Carla, looking over at Annabel, who turned away shyly, “actually... she’s married to my father.”<br />
<br />
“Really?” said Loren, lifting an eyebrow. “Scandalous,” she purred.<br />
<br />
As Loren listened attentively, Carla related an abbreviated version of how their affair had started and recounted a few of their escapades. Feeling drunk, happy, and free, she bragged about the degree of control she had over her stepmother, describing some of the things Annabel had done at her behest.<br />
<br />
“So she’ll do whatever you tell her?” asked Loren.<br />
<br />
“Pretty much,” said Carla, again glancing over at Annabel. She was looking down and blushing slightly, but her heart was pounding and the juices were flowing between her legs; something was afoot here, clearly, and it seemed likely to be something exciting.<br />
<br />
“Make her strip for us,” suggested Loren. Annabel turned to Carla, who nodded. Annabel sighed. Whether she wanted to or not, she knew that was going to end up doing it; she might as well get used to the idea. She drained the rest of the golden liquid from her snifter, feeling warmth suffuse her body as Loren put some music on the sound system.<br />
<br />
Soon Annabel found herself up on stage again, but alone this time, as Carla and Loren sat on chairs at the foot of the stage. She started to move with the music, tentatively at first; but fortunately it was a good song with a sinuous bassline, and her inhibitions quickly loosened.<br />
<br />
“Take it off!” yelled Loren. Obligingly Annabel reached behind her and, after fumbling for a moment, got her dress unzipped in back. She pulled it down to reveal her bra, a black push-up number that exaggerated her already generous bosom.<br />
<br />
Loren whistled and Annabel, encouraged by rapt attention and positive feedback from her audience of two, began to do a real striptease. Working it for maximum effect, she unsnapped the bra from behind, pulled each strap down off her shoulders, then eased the cups gently off her breasts. Finally she pulled the bra all the way off and tossed to to Loren, who caught it and draped it over one shoulder.<br />
<br />
Still dancing, Annabel slowly pulled her dress down over her waist and hips, then let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and resumed dancing in just her panties and heels.<br />
<br />
“Take it <i>all</i> off,” encouraged Loren, who had unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand down between her legs. Carla, likewise, was touching herself with one hand while sipping brandy with the other.<br />
<br />
Annabel’s nipples were as hard as they could be and she began to play with them, teasing and taunting, feeling that she was now the one in control. When she felt good and ready she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, easing them gradually down around her thighs, her knees, and then her ankles.<br />
<br />
Loren was frigging herself furiously as Annabel stepped one foot out of her panties and used the other to kick them toward the audience. Her aim was bad and they landed a few feet behind Loren, who wasted no time retrieving them and bringing them to her face for a long sniff.<br />
<br />
Carla watched happily as Loren tugged off her jeans. Underneath she was wearing a pair of boyish tighty-whities which soon joined her jeans on the floor. Loren sat down again with her legs spread wide, Annabel’s panties still plastered to her face. Her brown pubic hair was shaved into a narrow racing stripe — a style that Carla usually found gauche, but on Loren it somehow worked.<br />
<br />
Feeling powerful and uninhibited, Annabel squatted, displaying her wet pink cunt to the onlookers. “Oh, God,” muttered Loren through the panties covering her face.<br />
<br />
Carla nodded to Annabel and tilted her head toward Loren. And so, after climbing down off the stage, Annabel once again found herself on her knees giving head to a virtual stranger for the amusement of her younger lover. Not that she didn’t enjoy it — Loren was delicious, and quite demonstrative in her responses to Annabel’s ministrations — but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was pleasing Carla, who rubbed herself with increasing fervor as she watched Annabel eat Loren’s pussy.<br />
<br />
Absorbed as they were in what they were doing, and with loud music still booming through the room, none of them noticed when a key turned in the locked front door.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-2385031572359811752018-06-01T10:34:00.000-07:002019-11-12T14:22:03.956-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 78When Blair reappeared onstage she still looked the same from the waist up — long blond hair, priestly collar, exposed cleavage — but had changed into a pair of skintight leather pants. A sizable bulge in the crotch indicated that she was packing some heat, and she was wearing not one but two black belts.<br />
<br />
During the intermission stagehands had erected a divider and placed chairs on either side. Blair sat down in one and crossed her legs, playing absentmindedly with a string of prayer beads. A few seconds later a woman dressed as a nun appeared and sat down on the other side.<br />
<br />
The “nun’s” face was familiar to Carla; her name was Mona and she was anything but chaste. She was a bit of a slut, in fact; Carla knew that first-hand. As she thought this Carla smiled to herself; judging by how her summer had been going so far, she was hardly one to talk.<br />
<br />
There was a small window in the divider which Mona now slid open. “Bless me, Father,” she intoned ritually, “for I have sinned.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, my child,” answered Blair. “What have you done this time?”<br />
<br />
“Well, Father... Sister Mary Dolores and I have been... um... sinning again. Several times, actually. But it’s not my fault, Father, I swear. It’s Sister Mary Dolores. She... she <i>tempts</i> me.”<br />
<br />
“Sister, how many times have we had this same discussion?” asked Blair. “Must I remind you again of what it says in Book of James?” She picked the bible that had been sitting next to her chair and began to read: “But every person is tempted when he is drawn away, enticed and baited by his own evil desire. Then the evil desire, when it has conceived, gives birth to sin, and sin, when it is fully matured....”<br />
<br />
As she read another “nun” appeared at the back of the stage and crept slowly up behind Mona. The newcomer was clearly a Latina, with dark brown skin and thick black eyebrows. When she was close she reached around and clamped one hand over Mona’s mouth; Mona’s eyes bugged out but she didn’t make a sound. The Latina’s other hand snaked around and began to grope her chest.<br />
<br />
Blair was still droning on, seemingly oblivious — “Get rid of all uncleanness and the rampant outgrowth of wickedness, and in a humble spirit receive and welcome the Word which implanted and rooted contains the power...” — as the Latina nun came around in front of Mona and dropped to her knees. She dipped her head toward the floor and it disappeared underneath Mona’s habit.<br />
<br />
A few seconds later Mona let out a sharp gasp, and Blair paused in her reading. “Is everything OK, Sister?”<br />
<br />
“Oh, yes, Father. Just fine. Please continue with the verse, it’s very instructive.” Blair resumed but no one was paying any attention to her; every eye on the room was on the head shape visible under Mona’s habit as it moved up and down, back and forth.<br />
<br />
Finally Mona let out a gurgling, helpless groan and Blair snapped the bible closed. Mona leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as Blair stood up and walked around the divider. Blair stood for a moment watching, shaking her head ruefully. Then she took off one of her belts, folded it in half, and brought it down hard on the Latina’s ample butt.<br />
<br />
An “Ow!” was heard from underneath Mona’s habit, and shortly a head emerged and looked up at Blair. “That hurt.”<br />
<br />
Blair sneered at her. “That was nothing.” She gestured to the desk that was still sitting to one side of the stage. “Bend over that desk.” When there was no immediate movement Blair barked, “Now,” punctuating it with another crack of the belt.<br />
<br />
The Latina scrambled to obey and Blair looked at Mona, whose eyes were now open. “You too.”<br />
<br />
When both “nuns” were bent over the desk Blair used the belt she was holding to bind the Latina’s hands behind her back, then took off the other one and did the same to Mona. She lifted both habits to reveal two lovely asses, one alabaster and thin, the other bronze and rounded.<br />
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Blair gave each of them one symbolic whack on the rump with the bible, then sat it down; it was not much good as an instrument of punishment. Fortunately there were two canes in the top drawer of the desk. She pushed one into the two women’s mouths and had them bite down on it. “This may sting a bit,” she said.<br />
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Beginning with soft blows to each “nun’s” thighs, Blair gradually moved upward, ramping up the intensity until both asses were glowing solid red. By then she was breathing hard and her eyes were blazing. Dropping the cane to the ground, Blair lifted Mona without apparent effort and deposited her face-up on the desk. With one hand Blair spread Mona’s legs and pushed the Latina’s head between them; with the other she pulled down her zipper and out sprung a formidable-looking purple strap-on.<br />
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Kicking the Latina’s legs farther apart, Blair wasted no time burying the dildo to the hilt in her cunt. She moaned into Mona’s crotch and appeared to teeter, nearly losing her balance. So Blair took hold of her waist and drove in even further, pinning her against the edge of the desk.<br />
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Reaching down, Blair coated two fingers in Mona’s juices, brought them to her mouth, and slowly licked them clean. As she savored one woman’s taste while relentlessly pounding into the other, Carla suddenly flashed back to a few days after her own appearance onstage. She’d been grocery shopping and seen a familiar face — a blond woman shopping with her husband and two kids, maybe 8 and 10 — but couldn’t for the life of her figure out who it was.<br />
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Only after surreptitiously following them around for a few minutes did she realize that it was Blair, hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing no makeup and loose-fitting workout clothes. Her husband was not bad-looking, but balding and a little overweight. It all did not compute somehow. Carla found herself staring, had to make herself turn and walk away. When they passed each other near the checkout line, Carla kept her mouth shut and Blair showed no sign of recognition — but then, just as she was almost past, gave Carla a wink.<br />
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Carla was startled from her reverie by the sound of someone near the back of the crowd dropping their beer bottle; when she returned her attention to the stage, Blair was now fucking Mona, whose legs were spread as wide as they would go. Mona’s upper half was hidden under the Latina, who had pulled down her wimple to reveal a long, lustrous mane of jet black hair that bounced gently as its owner moved up and down. There was no way of knowing what was going on under her habit, but judging from the look on her face it was quite pleasurable.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-58923613730925477112018-05-25T14:39:00.002-07:002019-11-10T18:06:40.444-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 77Watching Kim onstage had gotten Carla into an almost unbearable state — nipples throbbing, pussy pulsing. She decided that something needed to be done about this immediately, if not sooner. If she’d been wearing a skirt, she would have made Annabel go down on her right there under the table. Instead she stood Annabel up, took her by the hand, and led her quickly to the bathroom.<br />
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Ducking into a stall and pulling Annabel behind her, Carla stripped off her pants, folded them, and hung them over the side of the stall. She had gone commando underneath, and there was immediately a waft of female arousal from between her legs as she sat down atop the toilet seat.<br />
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Annabel knew what was expected from her, and fortunately the bathroom seemed to have been set up for this very activity. The stall was roomy and there was a plush, clean-looking bath mat for her to kneel on. After slipping one finger between Carla’s slick pussy lips, Annabel leaned down and started to lick.<br />
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When Carla had gotten what she wanted she stood up and pulled her pants on. As soon as she vacated the seat Annabel took it, lifting her skirt and starting to rub herself as Carla left. Closing the stall door and turning toward the door, Carla saw a pair of high heels sticking out from under the adjoining stall; apparently they weren’t the only ones to be affected by the performance. Carla was tempted to peek underneath and see what was going on, but decided to give whoever it was their privacy.<br />
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When she returned to their table, she found Kim being chatted up by a tall, striking black woman with a shaved head. Carla winked at her friend and made her way to the bar, where she was helped by the same cute bartender as before.<br />
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“Friend of yours?” asked the bartender, nodding her head toward Kim.<br />
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“Yeah,” responded Carla. “We went to school together, in fact.”<br />
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“She’s pretty hot,” said the bartender as she sat their drinks in front of Carla. Looking Carla up and down she said, “You’re not too bad yourself.”<br />
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“Yeah,” said Carla with a grin as she gathered up the drinks, “I know.” As she turned away a few possibilities for later began to drift idly through her mind; at the moment she felt completely relaxed and calm, looking forward to the second part of the show.<br />
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She’d only been lost in thought for a few seconds, but by the time she got back to the table Kim was gone. Looking toward the door, Carla just caught sight of Kim’s back as she exited with one long brown arm wrapped around her.<br />
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This left Carla with an extra drink, which she sampled as Annabel reappeared, looking a little rumpled but none the worse for wear. It tasted like at least half vodka. Carla sat it down and picked up her beer, determined to pace herself. The night was still young.<br />
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<br />ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-24997248023526597542018-05-18T10:57:00.000-07:002019-11-10T17:37:02.767-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 76When Kim returned to their table Carla wrapped both arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Blair’s smell and taste were strong on her, triggering memories for Carla, who had first been brought to Blair’s the previous summer by an older woman she’d had a brief affair with.<br />
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The second time, after they broke up, Carla had come by herself. She was determined to look as sexy as possible in case they ran into each other, and dressed in her tiniest micro-miniskirt and an ultrathin tube top that barely covered her nipples. She remembered that on her way out of the house she’d walked past her father, who did a double-take and looked like he was about to say something; then just shook his head and kept walking.<br />
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As she walked through the parking lot toward the door of the club Carla felt nervous. She had been an out and proud lesbian for years, but still the kinky and public nature of what went on at Blair’s was new to her. Her former lover had explained to her that, in order to attend a show there, you had to agree to participate if your number was called. It was not permitted to be just a spectator.<br />
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As she signed the release form her heart was pounding. She had a feeling that something was going to happen. Instead of sitting down she lingered by the bar, slowly sipping her drink as she waited for the show to get started. Finally the lights went down and Blair appeared on the stage, dressed in form-fitting vinyl from the neck down. She welcomed the crowd and drew a number; Carla was not surprised to look down and see that same number in her hand.<br />
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From that point on things seemed to move in slow motion. Carla began to walk toward the stage, feeling more eyes on her with every step. As she did she watched herself in the giant mirror, and was happy with what she saw. This outfit showed off every curve and left very little to the imagination. She accentuated the sway of her hips, hoping to get every pussy in the place wet by the time she made it to the stage.<br />
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Blair helped Carla up the stairs and looked her up and down. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but the look in her eyes said she’d hit the jackpot. Carla looked out at the crowd, feeling a lump in her throat; she was used to being very open about her sexuality, but being onstage was something else altogether.<br />
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Then the world was wrapped in darkness as Blair pulled a vinyl hood over her head. The only openings in the hood were two holes for her nostrils and a zipper over the mouth, so Carla was completely blind. For a brief moment she panicked, then she got ahold of herself and told herself to relax, to savor every moment of this experience.<br />
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Blair’s hands wrapped around Carla from behind, pulling her tube top down, cupping her tits and pinching her nipples. Carla moaned into the zipper; Blair’s hands were so deft, so sure, so authoritative. She generally preferred to be the one in charge, but in this situation she was happy to surrender herself to the older woman’s will.<br />
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Now Blair lifted Carla’s arms up over her head and attached her wrists to a chain that was dangling from the ceiling. She then adjusted the chain so Carla was stretched out to her full length, not straining, but unable to put her weight back on her heels.<br />
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There was a wooden trunk on the stage that Blair now flipped open. One by one she pulled out various instruments of punishment, holding each one up for the audience’s approval: a whip, a flogger, a paddle, a cane, a riding crop, and a leather slapper. The amount of applause seemed to increase for each one, and so Blair chose the slapper, a recent acquisition that she hadn’t gotten much chance to use yet.<br />
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Holding the slapper under one arm, Blair pulled Carla’s skirt down around her knees. Her tiny white thong didn’t cover much of anything, so Blair left it in place. Taking a step back, Blair paused to appreciate the bound, exposed form of the young woman; a magnificent specimen, she was.<br />
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Blind under her hood, Carla had heard the six successively louder bursts of crowd noise, wondering what was happening. Afterward it was quiet, with nothing to be heard save the sound of her own breath. Then she heard something whooshing through the air, and braced herself.<br />
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The first whack of the slapper, which came on her left thigh, still took her by surprise. Her leg muscles trembled and she pulled, pointlessly, against the chain holding her hands. From Carla’s thighs Blair moved to her butt, her breasts, her belly, punishing her slowly, precisely, almost delicately; but Carla found that being unable to see heightened all her other sensations. Every blow stung for a few seconds, then dissolved into pins and needles.<br />
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Finally Blair kicked Carla’s legs apart and began to whip the slapper back and forth between her inner thighs. Carla bit her lip and groaned; the pain level had increased, but so had the proximity to her pussy. She hoped that a reward might be coming.<br />
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She didn’t have long to wait. Sitting down the slapper, Blair loosened the chain and adjusted Carla so she was bent forward at the waist. From the trunk Blair now produced a three-foot-long wooden stick with a nice, thick dildo on one end. Blair pulled the crotch of Carla’s thong aside and slid the tip of the dildo between her legs, pressing it gently against her pussy lips.<br />
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Sensing the pressure on her vulva, Carla lifted up onto her toes, angling herself for better penetration. Blair sat down on the trunk and got a firm grip on her end of the stick. She probed into Carla’s slit gently at first, then with one decisive move buried the phallus in her all the way to the hilt.<br />
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Carla contracted her leg muscles, pushing back against the invading shaft with all her strength. Aroused and well-situated as she was, it took only a handful of strokes before she felt a climax begin to wash over her. Even so she was eager for more, but to her disappointment she felt the dildo being withdrawn. Blair had other ideas for her.<br />
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Loosening the chain still further, Blair brought Carla onto her knees and opened the zipper that had been covering her mouth. Blair’s bodysuit had a crotch zipper, which she now opened as well, spreading her legs slightly and positioning herself near Carla’s hooded head.<br />
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Kneeling now, still bound and unseeing, Carla felt the warmth and smelled the aroma of Blair’s crotch just in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out and searched around, finally making contact with the tender flesh of Blair’s pussy. It was creamy and salty, and Carla licked and sucked it greedily, probing deep inside and drinking down the nectar. Blair’s pubic hair tickled her through the nostril holes, but with no hand available she could do nothing about it, so concentrated on finding and sucking Blair’s clit.<br />
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Blair gripped Carla’s hooded head with both hands and ground her crotch into the younger woman’s face. For a time everything around them dropped away: it was just two women, one giving pleasure, one receiving. Finally Blair began to shiver, her body wracked by an orgasm that came in stages, each one a little more intense than the one before.<br />
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Composing herself, Blair closed her zipper, then pulled the hood up over Carla’s head. After freeing Carla’s hands and helping her to her feet, Blair gestured to the crowd, which obliged her with a cacophony of applause, cheers, and whistles. Adjusting her top and skirt, Carla checked herself in the mirror: She looked good. Slutty, but good.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-62654296564190993462018-05-11T09:38:00.002-07:002019-11-10T16:49:11.640-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 75No one had said anything for a few minutes; the three of them had been sitting gazing out at the cool blue ocean and the glittering golden sun. Then Kim spoke up.<br />
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“So, were you gonna go to Blair’s tonight?”<br />
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Carla cocked her head and thought for a second. “Oh, that’s tonight, isn’t it? I had completely forgotten.” She paused to consider. “Yeah, we should go. Definitely.”<br />
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An hour later they walked out to Kim’s car together. Carla had dressed Annabel super-femme — slinky white dress, pearls along with her collar, and pouffy blow-dried hair — and herself kind of butch, in blue jeans and leather with her hair slicked back. Kim was wearing a short plaid skirt and white blouse, going for a classic slutty schoolgirl look. With her youthful features she could easily have passed for an actual student, except that no school would allow a skirt that short.<br />
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As they approached the warehouse Annabel felt her stomach tighten. Blair’s attracted a regular crowd, which meant that many of the people who were going to be there that night had seen her punished and exposed, seen her hanging upside-down with her face buried in Blair’s crotch. Thinking about it Annabel felt both self-conscious and aroused; her pussy was soaking wet by the time they pulled into the parking lot.<br />
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Carla didn’t leash Annabel this time, but held her by the elbow and guided her toward the door. The three of them sort of looked like a family — mom and dad and precocious teen daughter. Annabel recognized a few faces from their previous visit; every time she saw one she blushed and looked down, but she could feel eyes lingering on her. It was a relief when they got inside, where it was relatively dark.<br />
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Kim and Annabel sat down as Carla went to get them drinks — a beer for herself, a cosmo for Annabel, and a Shirley Temple (spiked with vodka) for Kim. As she poured the drinks the bartender looked over at Annabel, then back at Carla. “That was quite a show the other day,” she said. “One of the best we’ve ever had.”<br />
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Carla smiled. The bartender was cute, with big brown eyes, a short black bob, and a compact but voluptuous frame. It might be fun to have her spend some time with them. But there was plenty of time for that later. For now, Carla just nodded and took the drinks back to their table.<br />
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They had been among the last to arrive, and it was only a few minutes before Blair appeared onstage. She was dressed, it appeared, as some kind of priest — or at least she was wearing a clerical collar, though the rest of her outfit was decidedly nonstandard. The black top had a cross-shaped cutout that revealed her upper chest, navel, and black lace bra (the latter stuffed to the breaking point with her magnificent breasts). Underneath she wore a black leather skirt with a slit down the side.<br />
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“Welcome, everyone. It’s great to see you all here again.” The crowd murmured in response. “Let’s get started. First off, we won’t be doing the lottery tonight. I have a particular look in mind for this scene.” She walked down from the stage and began circulating through the crowd, taking time to check out every woman she passed.<br />
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When she got to Carla, Annabel, and Kim’s table she stopped. Pointing at Kim she said, “That’s it exactly. Come with me.” She extended her hand and Kim took it; the crowd applauded as Blair led Kim to the stage.<br />
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There was a desk onstage with chairs on either side, and after sitting Kim down on one side, Blair walked around to the other. She sat down and made a signal with her hand. The lights went out for a few seconds and when they came back on, Blair had clearly gotten into character. She had a stern look on her face and was tapping a wooden ruler on her palm.<br />
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Staring fiercely into Kim’s eyes, she asked, “What do you have to say for yourself?”<br />
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Unsure how to respond, Kim stuttered for a few seconds — “Um, well, I...” — and finally said, honestly, “I don’t know.”<br />
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“Sister Mary Agnes told me she saw you smoking cigarettes behind the gym. Are you denying it?”<br />
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Kim started to get a sense of where this was going. “I don’t smoke,” said, putting on her best pouty face.<br />
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“So you don’t have cigarettes on you right now?” asked Blair. Kim shook her head. “Stand up for me, please.”<br />
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Kim did as she was told and Blair stood up and walked around the desk. Undoing the top button of Kim’s blouse, she poked a finger down into Kim’s cleavage and rummaged around in there for a few seconds. Then she bent over slightly and slid her hands up into Kim’s skirt. She spent what seemed like an extremely long time probing, prodding, and squeezing before finally emerging with a pack of cigarettes in her hand — which she had of course palmed earlier. Earlier in life, Blair had for a while made her living as a magician.<br />
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Sitting the pack down on the desk, Blair gazed over at Kim with a shark’s ruthless grin. “Hands on the table,” she ordered, and Kim obeyed. Walking around behind her, Blair kicked Kim’s legs apart and bent her over further so her ass was sticking out. The crowd began to buzz with anticipation, and Annabel felt Carla’s hand slide up under her dress and begin to caress her knee.<br />
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Blair lifted the hem of Kim’s skirt and tucked it into the waistband, revealing her skimpy pink panties, then pulled them down around her ankles. After having Kim step out of the panties, Blair wadded them up and stuffed them into the younger woman’s mouth.<br />
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“<i>Now</i> what do you have to say for yourself?”<br />
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Playing along, Kim tried to say a few words through her panty gag, which was of course copiously soaked with her juices — she had started lubricating furiously the moment Blair picked her out of the crowd. All that came out of her mouth was a muffled croak.<br />
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“I thought so,” said Blair, smirking. She picked up the ruler, took her time measuring the distance, then let fly with a resounding whack that echoed through the room. Kim moaned and braced herself harder against the desk, a little surprised at how much the ruler stung.<br />
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By this time Carla’s hand was creeping up Annabel’s inner thigh. The skin there was warm and moist, sticky with sweat and a trickle of girl juice. Annabel was in a highly sensitized state, and every touch of a fingertip on her thigh felt like a small electric shock.<br />
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Blair twirled the ruler in her hand theatrically before bringing it down on Kim’s other cheek. At this point Kim closed her eyes and tried to keep herself together. She wanted to put on a good show for the people, and not be a sissy; but that ruler really smarted, and hurt a little more with each blow.<br />
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It helped that between strokes Blair started teasing her inner thighs, then the tender flesh of her vulva, with the end of the ruler. Soon her ass and her pussy were both on fire, though in different ways. Kim bit her lip and held on.<br />
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And then, suddenly, things changed. Blair dropped the ruler and fell to her knees, burying her face in Kim’s crotch from behind, driving her tongue in deep. The tremor that ran through Kim’s body was visible even from the back row. Carla’s hand had now made its way inside Annabel’s panties, pushing the hem of her dress all the way up around her waist. Exposed as she was, Annabel felt like everyone must be watching her; but when she looked around, she saw that all eyes were fixed on the stage.<br />
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Kim came quickly, but Blair didn’t let up. Gripping Kim’s ass with both hands, Blair spread her even wider and pushed in even further. Kim gasped and fell down, somewhat suddenly, onto the surface of the desk. She gripped the sides for dear life as Blair tongue-fucked her, a copious stream of her juice dripping onto the desktop. Then she was coming again, and this time she managed to spit out the gag, emitting a loud wail that echoed through the room.<br />
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There was a thunderous round of applause, but the scene was not done quite yet. After whispering something into Kim’s ear, Blair walked back around to the other side of the desk and sat down. Kim climbed off the desk and wriggled underneath it. From this angle the crowd couldn’t see her so they had to imagine what was happening from the look on Blair’s face, which changed gradually from neutral to elated to ecstatic.<br />
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Finally Blair pushed herself away from the desk and stood up, smoothing her skirt and catching her breath; though she hadn’t made a sound, her orgasm had been quite intense. She reached one hand down to Kim, who emerged a few seconds later and stood beside Blair. They took a bow together as the audience went wild.<br />
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Annabel, who had come at the same moment as Blair, clapped heartily. Carla brought both hands to her mouth and whistled as Kim turned and made her way offstage. When the applause died down Blair looked out at the crowd and said, “Thank you, ladies. There will now be a brief intermission.”<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>ALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13664469191754793669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652904109831343863.post-18633972963866259782018-05-04T16:09:00.000-07:002019-11-05T12:08:08.115-08:00Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 74When Kim arrived about 10 minutes later, Carla was bent over the bound form of Annabel, to all appearances giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When Carla pulled away curly wisps of white rose up from between them, and Kim realized that she had been breathing smoke into her stepmother’s mouth.<br />
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“Hey,” said Carla, and held out the joint that was still smoldering in her hand. “You need to try this. It’s the bomb.”<br />
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Kim didn’t need much convincing; she accepted the proferred spliff, took two tokes, and handed it back. She immediately felt tingly all over, and highly conscious of the proximity of two beautiful women — one of them naked and one of them dressed very provocatively in revealing yoga clothes.<br />
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Sitting down on the deck, Kim began to fondle Annabel’s nude body — squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking her thighs. Annabel groaned and trembled, more than ready for some attention after laying there tied up and blindfolded for what seemed like hours, waiting for something to happen.<br />
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Carla sat down and took the last couple puffs from the joint, rubbing herself through her yoga pants as she watched Kim molest her stepmother. Annabel’s pussy was getting visibly wetter by the second, her lips growing puffy and opening like flower petals.<br />
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When Kim slid one finger into Annabel’s cunt, then brought to her mouth and licked it, the hankering that Carla had been nurturing all day hit her like a tidal wave. She leapt to her feet and quickly stripped off her top and pants. Even in her haste, though, she took a few seconds to fold them carefully before putting them down on a chair — they were brand new, after all.<br />
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Annabel felt the change in the air when Carla straddled her head, then the familiar scent of female arousal filled her nostrils. She began to explore with her mouth, finding first the soft skin of Carla’s thigh, then the tickle of her pubic hair, and finally the tender flesh of her vulva. Carla sighed and let her weight sink down onto Annabel’s face.<br />
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Kim, meanwhile, had pried Annabel’s pussy lips apart with her fingers and started to probe around inside with her tongue. It seemed to her that no woman had ever tasted quite as delicious as Annabel did at this moment; Kim craned her head and went in deeper, coating her lips and chin with Annabel’s nectar.<br />
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The deck was mostly hidden from the beach below, but a sharp-eyed viewer who happened by just then would have been treated to the sight of Carla writhing atop Annabel, boobs bouncing as she moved up and down on the bound woman’s tongue. But the beach was secluded and it was only rarely that anyone came there.<br />
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When Carla was satisfied she stood up. Her legs felt like jello, and just for a second she thought she was going to topple over. But she got ahold of herself and went into the kitchen to get something to drink; she was dreadfully thirsty. When she returned Kim had taken her place on top of Annabel, but facing the opposite direction, toward the house.<br />
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Carla sat sipping cool water as she watched the Asian girl grind down repeatedly onto Annabel’s face. At first Kim was gripping the arms of the chair; then she rested her hands on Annabel’s thighs; then she slowly let herself slump forward until her head was between the older woman’s legs. She just couldn’t get enough of Annabel’s pussy, apparently.<br />
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And who could blame her? Carla slid down off the chair onto her knees and crawled the few feet over to where the other two were. She lifted Kim’s head and they kissed, sharing the taste of Annabel that was all over Kim’s lips. Then they worked together to bring Annabel to one, two, three gigantic orgasms.<br />
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When Kim finally climbed off, Annabel’s blindfold had slipped off and the look on her face was priceless: dazed and cross-eyed, smiling stupidly but contentedly. Carla untied her and all three of them adjourned inside. Annabel got out some crackers, cheese, and fruit as Carla popped open a bottle of white wine.<br />
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As they sat down at the kitchen table the sun was just beginning its long, slow descent toward the horizon. Nibbling her food and sipping her wine, Carla looked back and forth between the gorgeous scenery and the two lovely naked ladies sitting next to her. She sighed contentedly. Sooner or later, she was sure, new desires would make themselves known. But right now everything was perfect just as it was.<br />
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