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Annabel woke up early but stayed in bed for a good while, unmotivated to start the day. Eventually she went downstairs and had breakfast, then showered before heading out to yoga class.

When she took her collar off to shower, she noticed that she was developing a tan line underneath it. Worried that people would wonder why she had a tan line there, she thought briefly about skipping yoga. But she was so desperate to get out of the house that she decided to go ahead.

After class Annabel again walked out with Dylan, and Dylan again asked her over. Annabel hesitated for a long moment and then, thinking about the empty house and the long empty day stretching out ahead, accepted.

“Great!” said Dylan, flashing a big smile. Annabel still wasn’t sure if Dylan just wanted her for a friend or had something more in mind. But she was going to find out.

Annabel got into her car and followed Dylan for about ten minutes to a house in an upscale, quiet suburban neighborhood. Dylan made them tea and they sat under a big umbrella in her garden, talking. Dylan asked Annabel a lot of questions about herself and Annabel answered as honestly as she could, though of course when she talked about Carla, she didn’t disclose the true nature of their relationship. One thing Dylan didn’t ask about was the tan line around Annabel’s neck; she saw it, and wondered, but was too polite to mention it.

After an hour or so they went back inside. Dylan excused herself for a minute, saying that she had to check her email, and invited Annabel to make herself at home. Annabel wandered around admiring the house; it was beautifully furnished and impeccably maintained, but probably a lot less trouble to keep up than Annabel’s own house. She was studying the pictures on the living room wall —  including a photo from Dylan’s wedding, with her looking about 10 years younger — when she heard Dylan’s footsteps coming back into the room.

When she turned around Dylan was standing right behind her. A look passed between them, and next thing she knew Dylan was kissing her.

Dylan was an excellent kisser, with wonderfully soft, pliant lips. Annabel wanted to keep kissing her for a long, long time, but found herself pulling away.

Dylan frowned. “What's the matter, don’t you like me?”

Annabel shook her head, deeply regretful that she’d hurt Dylan’s feelings, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “It’s not that. I’m really flattered. It’s just ... I can’t.” Seeing that Dylan was looking at her, expecting more, she added, “It’s hard for me to really explain. It’s complicated.”

Dylan shrugged. “Well, I’m not trying to make you do anything you don’t want to do. But you should know that I think you’re beautiful and sweet and sexy as hell. I hope you’ll change your mind.”

Annabel nodded and smiled, touched by the kind words. “Well, um, I guess I’d better be going.”

“OK,” said Dylan. “This isn’t going to make things weird between us at the yoga studio, is it? I'd like for us to be friends, whatever else happens.”

“Sure,” said Annabel, and they hugged. Feeling the warm, delicious pressure of Dylan’s body against hers, Annabel again regretted what she was passing up. But then she thought of Carla and realized that, in her own mind at least, she had no choice. She broke the hug and headed for the door.

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Carla woke up late in the morning feeling hung over and regretful. The night had started off well, with Daisy and Carla hanging out with the four women from the porn shoot. Diana, the director, took a real shine to Carla, telling her that she should do a scene for them, that she’d look great on camera. Carla was flattered and said she’d think about it.

But Carla wasn’t sure she liked the idea of appearing in internet porn. For one thing, if her father saw it, it might actually get her disinherited. He had more or less tolerated all her misbehavior up to this point, but he was pretty old-fashioned in certain ways. And also, flamboyantly promiscuous as she was, Carla still had a strong sense of personal privacy.

Daisy’s initial invitation had been for a drink, but inevitably that turned into two, then three. Diana was aggressively cozying up to Carla, who appreciated the attention, but really wanted an opportunity to get closer to Alison, the gorgeous Eurasian domme. 

At one point Diana insisted on making a gift to Carla of the cane that had been used in the shoot. Daisy, who was drinking the most of anyone, immediately jumped up and said that she wanted to be caned. She lifted her skirt, pulled off her panties, and bent over the couch to present her ass.

Carla was game. She picked up the cane and stood up, taunting Daisy by touching the cane gently to her rump, measuring the distance. Then she began to punish Daisy, but went pretty easy on her, just trying to put on a good show. Daisy moaned theatrically, making out like she was being hurt worse than she was.

Eventually Carla lost interest in the punishment and used the tip of the cane to tease Daisy’s pussy. The atmosphere in the room had changed; the sexual charge was palpable. With this group of sexually active lesbians, it didn’t take much to set off an orgy, and that was what transpired.

In the free-for-all that followed, Carla got her chance to fuck Alison, but ended up disappointed. Alison was sexy and skilled, but somehow Carla’s heart wasn’t in it. Her mind kept drifting, much to her annoyance, back to Malibu.

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Luisa left in the early afternoon and Carla followed shortly after, off to spend a couple days with friends in San Francisco. This left Annabel alone in a house that suddenly seemed very quiet.

She spent most of the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the aftermath of the party. There was a lot to be done but she actually rather enjoyed it; periodically she would pause and think of something that had happened the previous night. Twice she had to stop and rub herself to orgasm before carrying on.

Once the house was clean she heated up some leftovers, opened a bottle of white wine, and sat down in the living room, eating and drinking and reminiscing. But after a half-hour of that she grew restless. She flipped on the TV but didn’t really watch, repeatedly refilling her wine glass and pacing around the house, occasionally walking out to the deck and looking out at the water and the sky.

Without Carla there to give some structure to her existence, time seemed to just stretch out endlessly. She had no idea of how to fill it, none that seemed interesting, anyway. The night before the house had been so full of life, and now it seemed like the loneliest place in the world.

For a minute she thought about getting in touch with Kim, or Monica, or even Katya, and begging them to come over. But then she realized she couldn’t even if she wanted to — she didn’t have any of their numbers. They were Carla’s friends, not hers. This made her want to cry. Why didn’t she have any friends of her own? What was wrong with her?

Carla, meanwhile, had arranged to stay with her friend Daisy in San Francisco. Daisy lived almost rent-free in an amazing loft in the SOMA district. The only catch was that it was owned by a company that made adult films, who would occasionally use the loft for shoots.

This was how Carla came to find herself sitting in Daisy’s living room watching three pretty girls fuck. Daisy told her that sometime the directors and actors didn’t want observers on the set, and sometimes they didn’t mind. Tonight the latter was the case, so Daisy and Carla had hung around the loft as the director — a tall, short-haired blonde in her early 40s — discussed what they were about to shoot with the three actresses.

The scene would begin with the three of them doing yoga together. Then the older of the three actresses — an absolutely stunning Eurasian in her late 20s — would get the other two into cobra pose, with their hands behind their backs, and tell them to close their eyes. She would use yoga straps to tie their hands behind their backs and proceed to dominate them — making them lick her pussy and each other’s, spanking them with a cane, and fucking them with a strap-on.

This was all discussed very professionally and matter-of-factly. The two younger actresses — one brunette and one redhead — appeared to be somewhere between 18 and 21, and Carla could see in their eyes that they were excited by the idea of being dominated by this enchanting creature. She found her eyes constantly drawn to the Eurasian, who in addition to being beautiful had intelligent eyes and a magnetic presence.

As they talked the cameraman and soundman — both neat-looking, easygoing types, not the mulleted sleazebags Carla might have expected — set up their equipment and rearranged the furniture. From their demeanor throughout the shoot, completely focused and indifferent to what was going on before them, Carla assumed that they were gay.

Carla and Daisy sat in a corner away from the camera and watched as filming got underway. The scene was super-hot, there was no doubt about it; the three girls were really into it, and they were all gorgeous with great bodies. But Carla found herself restless and distracted. She kept thinking about Annabel instead of paying attention to the naked bodies writhing on the floor in front of her, which was really not like her.

When the shoot was over the cameraman and soundman packed up and left. Daisy invited the director and the actresses to hang around and have a drink, and they accepted. At the end of the shoot they had filmed a “behind the scenes” where the three naked, sweaty girls talked about what they’d done. In the process Carla learned that the older one was named Alison, and the other two were Jenna and Taylor. Carla hoped she might be able to get to know Alison better, and tried to focus on that rather than her stepmother, who was 400 miles away.

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In the morning, Luisa volunteered to make breakfast. She went to the fridge and took inventory while Annabel started the coffee. Carla sat down at the kitchen table, yawning, stretching, and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

All three were still naked. They’d spent the night together in Carla’s bed, twined together in a warm cocoon against the cool ocean breeze. Luisa and Carla had made no move to dress before coming downstairs, and Annabel had followed their lead. It was late enough in the morning to already be quite warm, so there was really no need to cover up.

When Luisa closed the refrigerator door and turned back around, her nipples were rock-hard from the cold. Carla had an impulse to go over and suck on them, but she knew where that would lead, and she didn’t want to do anything that would delay breakfast. Her stomach was rumbling.

They were all pretty hung over, and everyone was grateful when the coffee was ready. As she sipped the hot liquid Annabel kept having flashbacks to the previous night. At times she hadn’t known whose pussy she was eating, or who was licking or fondling her; it all kind of blurred together into one big ball of pleasure. She was still tingling between the legs.

Luisa had put on an apron to keep oil from spattering on her as she cooked, but her plump rear end was still on display. Annabel couldn’t help staring at it as it swayed, its owner moving to some rhythm playing in her head. It really was, Annabel thought, the most magnificent rump she’d ever seen.

Annabel felt a hand on her knee and realized that Carla had been watching her watch Luisa. She immediately began to blush, as if she’d been caught at something, but Carla was entirely pleased. Annabel’s inner lesbian was really starting to express herself.

After eating they lingered over coffee, chatting quietly and looking out at the water. It was an extraordinarily beautiful day, even by Malibu standards. Then Annabel began to clean up as Carla took Luisa by the hand and led her from the room.

Annabel cleared the dishes and wiped the counters, humming to herself, hangover now a thing of the past. She had just sat the clean frying pan down in the dish drainer when Carla appeared.

Without a word Carla took Annabel in her arms and gave her a big, open-mouthed kiss. Their boobs pressed together and Carla reached both hands around to squeeze her stepmother’s ass. Then Carla released Annabel, grabbed hold of her collar, and led her upstairs.

In Carla’s bedroom Luisa was tied hand and foot to the bed. She was positioned sideways so her head was toward the window and her spread legs faced the door. Annabel’s pussy began to lubricate as she anticipated what was about to happen, but instead of leading her to the bed, Carla deposited her on the chair against one wall.

Carla lashed Annabel’s wrists and ankles tightly to the chair, then ball-gagged and nipple-clamped her. Annabel was helpless to do anything but watch as Carla approached the bed and leaned over to kiss Luisa upside-down.

They made out slowly and sweetly, nibbling each others’ lips, tongues darting and probing. Then Carla shifted forward and pushed one breast into Luisa’s mouth, closing her own lips over one of Luisa’s stiff nipples.. Annabel let out a muffled moan, feeling the liquid begin to pool between her legs, but powerless to move.

Carla and Luisa’s tongues traced down each others’ bodies as Carla stretched out, and then they were 69ing. Luisa slurped away aggressively as Carla teased and tested, lapping at Luisa’s inner thighs, gently kissing and blowing on her clit. When Carla penetrated Luisa with one finger, Annabel could see the muscles clench around it.

After a few minutes Carla sat up and held on to Luisa’s tits while grinding down on her face. Annabel watched Carla’s expression change as her orgasm approached, and then it hit her and she moaned, letting all her weight sink down onto Luisa. Everything was quiet until a muffled cry escaped from between Carla’s legs; Luisa couldn’t breathe and was starting to suffocate.

Carla mercifully climbed off her and stood up. After taking a minute to drink water from the cup on her bedside table, she clipped the leash onto Annabel’s collar. “Luisa, dear,” said Carla. “Would you like some attention over there?”

“Siiii,” groaned Luisa, whose pussy was throbbing with need. “Yes, please.”

“Annabel, you’d like to help her out, wouldn't you?” Annabel, still ball-gagged, merely nodded. Carla pulled out the gag, untied Annabel’s hands and feet, and used the leash to pull her to her knees. Annabel started to crawl toward the bed but soon felt the leash tighten, arresting her progress. She looked back over her shoulder at Carla, who was grinning wickedly, deeply enjoying torturing the two of them. Keeping a firm grip on the leash, she gradually slackened it inch by inch as Annabel pulled forward, straining to reach the juicy wet cunt in front of her, which shone vividly pink in the golden sunlight streaming in through the window.

When Annabel finally reached her destination, seemingly hours later, she was eager and voracious. Carla watched with satisfaction as her stepmother dove into her friend’s crotch. Luisa came once almost immediately, then again as Annabel finger-fucked her while licking and sucking her clit.

After the second orgasm Annabel became aware of movement behind her, then grunted as Carla plunged a strap-in into her. Carla leaned down to kiss Annabel, licking the pussy juice from her lips, then pushed her head back between Luisa’s legs.

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After taking a minute to recover, Annabel climbed out of Carla’s lap and stood there looking a little wobbly on her feet. Carla took off the strap-on and spread her legs; she was soaking wet, lips gaping, obviously in need of attention. Annabel immediately sank to her knees and got to work. Carla smiled; her stepmother's training was really coming along very well.

Katya and Courtney watched for a minute, then leaned in to help by stimulating Carla’s breasts while Annabel ate her pussy. Lucia, Kim, and Monica, having thoroughly sated themselves, sat looking on. Everyone’s attention was on Carla, which only made her that much more excited; aroused as she was, she came almost right away. No one moved for a few seconds, then Carla took hold of Annabel’s collar and pulled her back in for another go.

When Carla had been serviced to her satisfaction, it was time for dessert. Everyone had been too full to eat it earlier, but they had worked up appetites now. For the next 20 minutes or so the room was filled with naked girls quietly eating gelato; the only sounds were spoons clinking on plates, “Mmmmm”s of enjoyment, and the occasional murmured word of praise for the chef.

Inevitably, some of the frosty chocolate concoction fell on someone’s breast, and someone else leaned down to lick it off. Soon all hell had broken loose again. By the time they were done, Annabel’s pussy was raw, her tongue was tired, and her whole body was a sweaty, sticky mess. She sat back and drank the rest of her wine as Katya, then Kim, dressed and said their goodbyes.

Carla asked Monica to give Courtney a ride home. She was pretty sure that they would end up spending the night together, and she hoped they would; Monica and Courtney would make a cute couple, she thought. Courtney could use the kind of firm hand that Monica would provide.

That left just Carla, Annabel, and Luisa. The three of them cuddled up together under a blanket to watch a movie, Carla in the middle. For awhile they were like any three friends innocently watching a movie together, except that they were naked under the blanket. But there was a sex scene about halfway through the movie, and Carla felt her appetite start to revive. One of her hands found its way between Luisa’s legs, the other between Annabel’s.

After fingering both women for awhile, Carla brought her hands to her mouth and ostentatiously licked them clean. Then she put one hand on Luisa’s head, one on Annabel’s, and brought them together in a kiss. This, of course, brought them close to Carla’s chest, and Carla encouraged them to move their attention to her throbbing-stiff nipples.

Lifting the blanket up over Annabel and Luisa’s heads, Carla picked up her snifter of brandy and sat back to enjoy her nightcap.

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When Annabel returned from the kitchen carrying a glass of wine, Courtney was on her knees lapping at Katya’s clit as Katya bounced up and down on Carla’s strap-on. Annabel sat down and decided to keep the wine for herself; she took a long, deep drink and looked around the room.

A few short weeks ago, she’d had no idea that such debauchery existed, much less that she would be participating in it herself. To her right, Luisa had removed her strap-on and was now stretched out on the couch with Kim eating her pussy and Monica sitting on her face. To her left Katya was sweating and grimacing as she sat down forcefully into Carla’s lap, taking the full length of the dildo inside her.

There was no mistaking the moment when Katya came; her whole body shook and she let out a resonant, deep-throated moan that was like nothing Annabel had ever heard before. When it was over Katya rolled off and lay still on one side of the couch with a far-away look in her eyes.

Courtney wasted no time in stripping off her jeans and panties and mounting the strap-on. As she began to grind up and down on the plastic cock, boobs bouncing inside her tight T-shirt, Carla looked out from behind her and met Annabel’s eyes. In another example of the telepathy that had been developing between them, Annabel knew what Carla wanted from her without having to be told. She put her glass down and walked over.

Pulling Courtney’s T-shirt up and off, Annabel bent down and began to lick and suck her tits. Her nipples were rock-hard and tasted faintly of vanilla. After making a thorough exploration of that area Annabel began to move south, tracing her tongue down Courtney’s sternum and belly. She paused to kiss and lick Courtney’s navel, then continued downward, running her nose through the younger woman’s soft brown pubic hair. 

The smell of female arousal was strong down there; Annabel took a deep breath and savored it before extending her tongue to lick Courtney’s inner thighs. Courtney trembled, moaned, and grabbed onto Annabel’s shoulders for balance. Annabel took a taste of Courtney’s pussy, finding it creamy and delicious, then started to home in on Courtney’s clit. It was a matter of hitting a moving target, as Courtney was now rapidly moving up and down on girthy shaft.

But eventually she managed it, and soon after Courtney came violently and fell back against Carla. When Courtney climbed off, Carla signaled for Annabel to hop on, which she did gladly. It seemed like everyone in the room was watching, now, as she straddled Carla’s lap and pressed her pussy lips against the tip of the dildo. She took a deep breath as the bulbous head penetrated her, then exhaled slowly as she let herself sink all the way down onto the thick phallus.

Annabel closed her eyes and savored the sensation of being completely full. She felt Carla’s hands cupping her breasts from behind, Carla’s fingers teasing her nipples, Carla’s lips brushing her neck. She gently raised up until only the head remained inside her, then abruptly let herself fall; Carla met her with a thrust of the hips that drove the dildo in even deeper than before.

A mouth closed on one of her nipples; Annabel looked down and saw the top of Courtney’s brown-haired head. Then a tongue was exploring her crotch; Annabel caught a glimpse of Katya’s blond mane moving down below. “Oh, God,” Annabel whimpered, biting her lip, “so good....”

When the orgasm hit Annabel felt herself clench and then release, every last bit of tension, fear, and worry leaving her body. There were tears in her eyes and then she was laughing, every inch of her body vibrating with the purest pleasure. She looked at Carla, who was gazing up at her affectionately, and thought: I am the luckiest woman alive.

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Carla sipped her drink and surveyed the situation. Katya was leaning back on the couch, moaning and panting as Annabel’s tongue burrowed into her. Annabel, in turn, was being licked from underneath by Monica. In this position Monica’s fancy dress was all askew, revealing her thighs and occasionally flashing her crotch.

Taking a deep breath of the second-hand smoke still hanging in the air, Carla wrapped an arm around Luisa, who was looking on wide-eyed — this was a different level of decadence than she was used to. Her hand found its way between her legs as Carla leaned over to nibble on her ear.

 

Meanwhile Kim had decided to join in. Dropping to her knees, she lifted the bottom of Monica’s dress, took hold of the white panties underneath, and slipped them down and off. Eager as a kid in a candy store, Kim spread Monica’s legs and leaned down to feast on the dark-skinned girl’s bright pink pussy.

After watching for a few minutes, Carla took Luisa by the hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. There the two of them made out and groped each other for awhile — getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies — before equipping themselves with strap-ons and returning downstairs.

When they walked back into the living room, things had been reconfigured; Annabel and Katya were 69ing on one couch, Monica and Kim on the other. It was such a beautiful sight, Carla was hesitant to disturb it. But just then Annabel looked over at her and momentarily turned her attention from Katya’s pussy. Seeing the long, thick dildo dangling from Carla’s crotch, Annabel’s mouth fell open; moments later it was completely full as Carla drove the shaft of the strap-on into her throat.

Following Carla’s lead, Luisa went over to the other couch and started fucking any hole she could find, starting with Kim’s pussy. When Kim began to make her characteristic squeaking noise, Luisa moved to silence her by shoving the dildo into her mouth. After a minute Luisa pulled out and plunged into Monica’s cunt, leaning over and contorting herself to get her head between Kim’s legs and take a taste.

Carla now angled herself so she could penetrate Katya from behind. Katya looked back over her shoulder and muttered something in Russian that translated roughly as “Fuck me hard, you bitch.” Carla grinned and complied, wrapping one arm around Katya’s thigh and pushing in deeper.

Just then the doorbell rang. This caused Carla to panic for a second, thinking that maybe her father had unexpectedly returned home. Then she realized that of course he wouldn’t ring the doorbell, that it had to be Courtney, who had said that she had other plans but indicated that she might turn up at some point during the evening.

She used her leverage to turn Katya to one side, allowing Annabel to escape from underneath. Annabel unclipped the leash and took a few seconds to straighten her dress before going to answer the door. It was indeed Courtney, who had been out to dinner with her parents. She cocked her head, taking in Annabel’s smeared lipstick and JBF hair, and wondering what might be going on inside.

Annabel smiled sheepishly as she invited Courtney in. When they got to the living room, Carla was now sitting on the couch with Katya bouncing up and down on her cock. Lucia was giving it from behind to Monica, who had her face buried in Kim’s crotch. Annabel went to fetch a glass of wine for Courtney, who stood there trying to figure out where she fit in.

 

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The last few days had been important ones for Courtney. The talking-to from Carla after their last night together had really stuck with her, as had the sensations of their morning romp — deliciously erotic and unblurred by alcohol, it had been the most memorable sex of her life.

 

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t need to live in denial anymore. So she liked girls — why was that anything to be ashamed of? Girls were amazing. 

Her parents were out of town that week so she spent a lot of time alone, reading and relaxing, sunbathing nude in the courtyard, and watching a fair amount of lesbian porn — reveling in a newfound sense of comfort in who she really was. She began to contemplate how she was going to come out to her parents. It wouldn’t be easy — they were very conservative people — but she knew it had to happen eventually; and the sooner she started, the sooner it would blow over.

When the invitation to Carla’s dinner party came, she hesitated. She had a pretty good idea of what might happen there, and though on the one hand this was exactly what she wanted — after days of masturbating, she was dying for some real live pussy — she worried that being around other people would break the spell she was under. At the moment she felt serene and confident about her future in a way that you can only feel when you’re by yourself.

So she hemmed and hawed until well past the designated starting time. Then, suddenly, she made up her mind, grabbed her keys, and headed for the car.

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The dinner was a great success; all the guests praised the food effusively and sincerely. Carla reveled in the moment, feeling like a queen as she ate, drank, and received compliments.

Annabel stood by throughout the meal, refilling water and wine glasses, and occasionally running to the kitchen to fetch something. She didn’t get to eat until after everyone else had finished, when she helped herself to leftovers while cleaning up. The food was indeed incredible, and all the better because she had been forced to wait and watch for so long.

She had just put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher when Carla appeared, casually twirling Annabel’s leash in one hand. Patting Annabel affectionately on the rump, Carla looked around the spic-and-span kitchen and nodded approvingly. It was time for the the next phase of the evening.

Carla clipped the leash into Annabel’s collar and had her get down onto her hands and knees. Walking tall and proud, Carla led her crawling stepmother out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and into the living room, where their guests awaited.

 

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The atmosphere had changed from dinner party to just plain party. Music was playing, and Katya had lit a joint and passed it around, filling the room with a hazy layer of smoke. Katya was still drinking vodka, while the others had switched to rum, brandy, or tequila. They had been talking quietly among themselves, but all conversation stopped when Carla led Annabel into the room.

At that moment Carla realized that though she’d thoroughly visualized the entrance, she hadn’t planned what to do next. Improvising, she said, “Annabel here has just been telling me how beautiful and sexy she thinks you all are, and how she’d like to do anything she can to make you happy.” She paused a beat. “Anything at all.”

No one seemed quite sure how to respond, and nobody said anything for a few seconds. It was Katya who finally spoke up. “I’ve been wanting to suck on those titties all night.”

Carla handed the leash to Katya, who pulled Annabel close and sat her up on her haunches. Pulling Annabel’s top down to release her breasts, which sprung out like they had a life of their own, Katya scooted forward and began to suck one while squeezing the other. 

Everyone else just watched for a minute until Monica, who was sitting closest, decided to get involved. She sank down onto her knees and reached over to lift Annabel’s skirt from behind. Annabel gasped as Monica’s hand began to gently rub her wet pussy through her panties.

Katya now pulled her own T-shirt off and brought Annabel’s head to her chest. Confident that things had been properly set in motion, Carla went to pour herself a drink. By the time she returned, Annabel was on her knees with her face buried in Katya’s pussy, while Monica was on the ground on her back, slurping away eagerly at Annabel’s cunt from beneath.

Smiling, Carla sat down next to Luisa and leaned back to enjoy what she had wrought.

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Just as Annabel was about to step out onto the deck, the doorbell rang yet again. This time it was someone she didn’t know: a petite Latina with long, lustrous black hair and big, penetrating dark eyes.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Lucia. I’m a friend of Carla’s.”

“I’m Annabel. I’m....” She trailed off, realizing how hard it would be to explain. “Anyway, come on in.” She led Lucia out to the deck, where the others were drinking and talking.

Seeing Lucia, Carla immediately flashed back to the summer between high school and her freshman year of college. She’d been drinking in a lesbian bar in Hollywood, using a fake ID as she often did in those days. Way down at the end of the bar was a woman drinking alone, her face mostly hidden behind her mane of black hair. There was something very alluring about her, and Carla found it hard to not keep looking in her direction.

In those days Carla was still a little shy, at least around older women. She’d never actually picked up anyone in a bar, because she’d never had to; women flocked to her, and all she had to do was choose among them. But there was something about this particular woman that fascinated her. Carla kept getting little glimpses of her face; she had a quiet dignity, as if she was perfectly content to be alone. This, too, made Carla hesitant to approach her.

Carla sat there through one drink, then another, before she finally screwed up her courage and went to talk to the mystery woman. Once they were face to face, Carla realized that she knew this person — it was Ms. Santos, the Spanish teacher at her high school. Carla had taken French, so they hadn’t known each other well, but they’d passed each other in the hall plenty of times.

It had not escaped Carla’s attention that Ms. Santos was a very attractive woman, with a gorgeous face and a great body that she was not shy about showing off with short skirts and tight tops. In fact, more than once Carla had found herself having daydreams about the sexy Spanish teacher. She’d gone so far as to think about transferring to Spanish class, but after three years of French she was pretty committed to her path. And she’d already been in trouble once for getting involved with a teacher.

In the bar that day the common background gave them something to talk about, and before long it had become clear that the mutual attraction was strong. They ended up going back to Lucia’s apartment and spending the night together, and though they were obviously not a good match — Lucia was relationship-oriented, and Carla was not — they’d seen each other sporadically ever since. It usually happened when Lucia was between relationships, as she was currently.

When they did get together, it was always memorable. Lucia was a very passionate woman with a sex drive that matched Carla’s own considerable appetite. Carla was always glad to see her, and was especially so tonight, with all the possibilities inherent in the group she’d put together.

After greeting Lucia with a warm hug and kiss, Carla excused herself to the kitchen; now that all the guests had arrived, she needed to devote her attention to the food. Annabel found herself pretty occupied serving drinks, and then the hors d’oeuvres that Carla sent out, so she only caught little bits of conversation here and there. But from what she heard, it seemed like every one of these women – no matter what age – was more worldly and sophisticated than she was.

Even after years in L.A., Annabel sometimes felt a bit insecure about her origins, thinking that people saw her as a country bumpkin. And being dressed the way she was, playing the role she was playing, wasn’t helping any. On the other hand, in a way being cast as the servant was kind of a relief; this way she could stand aside, listen and observe, without feeling pressure to be involved in the conversation.

At one point Annabel went into the kitchen to see if Carla needed anything. She found her stepdaughter standing over the hot stove stirring a sauce, a lock of hair falling across a forehead beaded with sweat. Reflexively, Annabel went to her and pushed the hair away from her face.

“Thanks,” said Carla, and just for a moment a sincere and disarming smile spread across her face. Then she was all business again. “Food’s almost ready,” she said, jerking her head toward the dining room. “Go set the table.”

Annabel set about arranging the plates and silverware, humming quietly to herself as she worked. She was leaning over the table getting the napkins just so when she sensed a presence near her. Looking back over her shoulder she saw Katya, who grinned wolfishly while slipping a hand between Annabel’s thighs. “Don’t mind me,” she purred in her sexy Russian accent. 

Annabel tried to keep working, but she was in such a heightened state of sensitivity that this little bit of touch made her quite agitated. Katya’s hand moved up to rub her pussy through the fabric of her panties, and Annabel whimpered while placing both hands flat on the table for support.

Just then Carla walked in. “Don’t molest the help,” she clucked at Katya. “At least not until the table’s set.” Katya withdrew her hand and Annabel turned beet red, feeling like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar — though it had been Katya who’d had her hand somewhere it didn’t belong. Not yet, anyway.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 38

In the morning Carla informed Annabel that they would be hosting a dinner party that evening. She, Carla, would do the cooking, while Annabel would be in charge of serving the guests. The way she said it, Annabel was unsure if this just meant bringing them food and drinks, or if something more was implied; so immediately her imagination started running wild, fantasizing about things that she might be made to do.

Carla headed to the supermarket while Annabel worked on cleaning and pressing her maid’s outfit, which had gotten badly rumpled in the course of the previous night’s activities. As she did so she daydreamed a scene where she was on her knees in the living room, servicing all of Carla’s friends one after another as Carla looked on approvingly.

By the time Carla got home Annabel was so worked up that she desperately hoped Carla would take her right then and there. She came into the kitchen in just bra and panties, trying to look alluring, but Carla was all business. After unloading the groceries Carla set about doing prep work, enlisting Annabel to chop vegetables.

They worked throughout the afternoon and Annabel came away impressed with Carla’s skills and excited about the meal, which consisted of pork tenderloin, mushroom risotto, stuffed tomatoes, and homemade chocolate gelato. It was shaping up to be a fantastic evening.

When the food was basically ready, needing only to be finished once the guests arrived, Carla told Annabel to shower and dress. Annabel took the opportunity to do head-to-toe maintenance, plucking her eyebrows, shaving her legs and bikini area, and painting her toenails. When she was done she squeezed herself into the maid’s uniform and checked herself out in the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw — butt perfectly rounded, breasts buoyant and firm — and she hoped Carla and her guests would feel likewise.

At the same time, she was a bit apprehensive about the night to come. Everyone there would see her as what she was: a woman openly living in sexual servitude to her own stepdaughter in her own home. She had enough of her old self left to recognize something shameful in this, at least to certain people. She shuddered to think what would happen if her family back home ever found out what had become of her. But this thing was like a runaway train; it was out of her control, all she could do was hold on and see where it took her.

She arrived back downstairs just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Carla was nowhere to be seen, so Annabel went to answer it. At the door was Kim, looking cute and perky in short-shorts and a tube top — not considered dinner-party attire where Annabel came from, but then this was California.

Kim looked Annabel up and down, noting the collar and the outfit. A lot had changed in a short time. Kim shook her head; that Carla certainly had a gift for getting what she wanted.

Annabel greeted Kim and invited her in, asking if she’d like something to drink. Kim requested a glass of white wine and headed for the back deck, where the heat of the day was just giving way to the coolness of evening.

Annabel did her best to keep Kim company, but they didn’t have much to say to each other. They were almost strangers, even though they’d already been sexually intimate. For the lack of any better idea, Annabel found herself wondering, should I offer myself to her? Is that what Carla would want?

Just then Carla herself appeared, looking upscale and haughty in a chic, sleek black dress. She and Kim hugged and kissed, then sat down and began to talk. Carla told Annabel to bring her a glass of wine and Annabel complied. She had just set the glass down when the doorbell rang again; Carla looked over at Annabel, making it clear that this was her responsibility.

This time it was Katya at the door. She was dressed much as she had been the first time Annabel saw her, in black jeans, a black T-shirt, and black leather boots. Her eyes were hidden behind large aviator sunglasses. She smiled at Annabel in an aggressively familiar way; remembering their previous encounter, Annabel blushed.

Annabel led Katya to the deck where Carla and Kim were sitting. “Bring our guest some vodka,” Carla instructed Annabel. “There’s a bottle in the freezer.”

In the kitchen, Annabel opened the freezer door and bent over to look inside. She did not immediately see the bottle and had been peering into the freezer for a few seconds when she felt a hand on her ass. She looked up over her shoulder to see Carla gazing down at her. “Back right corner,” she said.

Annabel saw the bottle but took her time about getting it, feeling Carla’s hand rub and squeeze her butt. Then Carla gave Annabel a playful slap on the rump. “Come on, Katya’s waiting for her drink.”

The freezer had made Annabel’s nipples visibly hard, and when she handed Katya the cold glass, the Russian girl stared unapologetically at her chest. “Thank you, Carla’s stepmother,” said Katya. “Or are you the maid? I’m confused now.”

“She lives to serve,” commented Carla dryly, and just then the doorbell sounded once again. A minute later Annabel returned with Monica, who had dressed for the occasion in a sequined gown that she’d taken off a mannequin at the shop. It was a little small for her, accenting her already-ample breasts and rear end. Carla, Annabel, Kim, and Katya all found themselves staring at her body until Monica finally said, “Um, what does a girl have to do to get herself a drink around here?”

In the kitchen Annabel glanced out the window at the four young and beautiful women on the deck, wondering what the evening might have in store. After pouring a glass of wine for Monica she adjusted her bosom, flipped back her hair, and went to find out.


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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Chapter 37

After two orgasms Carla gently pushed Annabel away. She could, maybe, have done with one more — but her stomach was growling and the potatoes would be cool enough to eat by now.

 

When dinner was finished Carla again sat back with a glass of wine, watching Annabel clean up the kitchen in her maid’s costume. Once the last dish was done, Carla clipped a leash into Annabel’s collar and led the way upstairs to the bedroom. She had an itch that needed scratching.

A minute later Annabel found herself on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back, dildo protruding from her face. She scooted forward, staring right into Carla’s wet cunt, as Carla gripped the shaft of the dildo and guided it to point between her labia.

Carla let out a soft, unusually high-pitched moan as the bulbous head penetrated her. She slowly took the whole thing in, pressing her pussy against Annabel’s face, then began to move back and forth. She held Annabel’s head with both hands as the older woman did her best to push back against Carla’s force.

After awhile Carla pushed Annabel over onto her back and climbed on top of her, pressing down so the dildo pushed all the way up inside. Just for the heck of it Carla reached behind her to finger Annabel’s pussy; it was soaking wet and welcoming. In this position Carla had one massive climax, then another, before rolling off.

Carla very much enjoyed the sight of Annabel laying there on the ground, maid costume disheveled, hands bound behind her back and dildo dangling from her face. She was the very picture of beautiful debasement. Suddenly Carla wanted nothing more than to fuck her stepmother senseless; and the situation being what it was, there was no reason why she couldn’t.

Annabel opened her eyes to see Carla standing over her wearing a strap-on. Her pussy started throbbing; she wanted that inside her more than anything, and she didn’t have long to wait. Carla rolled her over onto her stomach, pulled her up onto her knees, and slammed the thick shaft all the way home. 

As she fucked Annabel from behind Carla reached up and unstrapped the face dildo. After removing it she turned it around and made Annabel suck it, tasting the copious juices coating it. Soon Annabel came, moaning loudly and gagging a little on the dildo in her throat.

But Carla wasn’t done with her. Laying Annabel down on the bed, Carla tied her wrists to the bedposts, spread her legs wide, and plunged in once again. Annabel yelled out; from this angle the dildo felt bigger, somehow, and she felt herself being stretched inside.

For whatever reason, Carla felt in this moment like she had a point to prove. She kept pounding into Annabel, right through multiple orgasms, and didn’t let up until Annabel looked faint and her eyes rolled back into her head. 

At that point Carla pulled out, stood up, and looked down at her stepmother appraisingly. Annabel’s costume was bunched up around her waist, her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her face wore the glazed, far-away expression of a thoroughly satisfied woman. Carla was pleased with her accomplishment. She uncuffed Annabel, who smiled, stretched, and rolled over onto one side. Within a minute she was fast asleep, breathing deeply and loudly. Carla returned the strap-on to the bedside table and went to pour herself a nightcap.

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