Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 85

Kim 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 Star Wars fan,” said Carla. “So I brought you a present.”

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 Star Wars aficionado and had always had a special fondness for Princess Leia’s bikini — though Annabel was much more generously proportioned than Carrie Fisher.

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.

Walking over to stand in front of Annabel, Katya said, in the deepest voice she could muster, “Kneel before Lord Vader.”

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.

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.

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?”

Katya shrugged. “Not really. I’m always Darth for Halloween.”

“Never mind,” said Carla as she began to strip. “I’m another slave girl, OK?”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 84

When 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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 83

After taking a few seconds to think, Monica said, “I found a couple very, um, interesting masks in an old box this week.”

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 82

Carla 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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?”

Carla nodded eagerly. Asha stepped away and quickly returned holding a phone, which she handed to Carla. “Give me your number?”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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.

“You mean half the price?” asked Carla. “Or only half the costume?”

“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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 81

Carla 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 ... motherfuck...” and then trailed off into a series of incoherent moans and groans.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“A very boring party, no?” said the new arrival in bemused Gallic tones.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

“I know that,” said Martine with calm self-assurance. “I didn’t come to see him. I came to see you.”

“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.

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.


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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 80

As 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Suddenly Carla’s face appeared above her, upside-down but still unmistakable. Annabel grinned at her and sighed, “Goddamn.”

Carla nodded. “I know.”
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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 79

When 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.

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.

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.

“Is it OK if we come in?” asked Carla.

“Sure, of course,” said Blair. “How did you like the show?”

“Amazing,” said Carla. “As usual.” Taking Annabel by the arm and pulling her forward, Carla added, “You remember my... um, my friend, Annabel?”

“Of course,” answered Blair. “Great to see you again.” Turning back to Carla she said, “Remind me...what was your name again, sweetheart?”

“Carla.”

“Right, sorry....” Blair looked up for a moment, thinking back. “Aah, yes, the hood. I remember. That was a good one.”

“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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

“So how did you guys meet?” asked Loren.

“Well...” said Carla, looking over at Annabel, who turned away shyly, “actually... she’s married to my father.”

“Really?” said Loren, lifting an eyebrow. “Scandalous,” she purred.

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.

“So she’ll do whatever you tell her?” asked Loren.

“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.

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

“Take it all 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.

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.

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.

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.

Feeling powerful and uninhibited, Annabel squatted, displaying her wet pink cunt to the onlookers. “Oh, God,” muttered Loren through the panties covering her face.

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.

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.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 78

When 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.

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.

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.

There was a small window in the divider which Mona now slid open. “Bless me, Father,” she intoned ritually, “for I have sinned.”

“Yes, my child,” answered Blair. “What have you done this time?”

“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 tempts me.”

“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....”

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.

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.

A few seconds later Mona let out a sharp gasp, and Blair paused in her reading. “Is everything OK, Sister?”

“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.

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.

An “Ow!” was heard from underneath Mona’s habit, and shortly a head emerged and looked up at Blair. “That hurt.”

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.

The Latina scrambled to obey and Blair looked at Mona, whose eyes were now open. “You too.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 77

Watching 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“Friend of yours?” asked the bartender, nodding her head toward Kim.

“Yeah,” responded Carla. “We went to school together, in fact.”

“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.”

“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.

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.

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.

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 76

When 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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No 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.

“So, were you gonna go to Blair’s tonight?”

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

Staring fiercely into Kim’s eyes, she asked, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Unsure how to respond, Kim stuttered for a few seconds — “Um, well, I...” — and finally said, honestly, “I don’t know.”

“Sister Mary Agnes told me she saw you smoking cigarettes behind the gym. Are you denying it?”

Kim started to get a sense of where this was going. “I don’t smoke,” said, putting on her best pouty face.

“So you don’t have cigarettes on you right now?” asked Blair. Kim shook her head. “Stand up for me, please.”

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.

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.

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.

“Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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When 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.

“Hey,” said Carla, and held out the joint that was still smoldering in her hand. “You need to try this. It’s the bomb.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Several hours later, when Carla and Annabel were finally dressing to leave, Carla asked, “So what do you call this stuff?”

Katya smiled. “The grower told me he calls it ‘Mighty Aphrodite.’ You maybe want some to take home?”

“Hell yeah,” answered Carla. “How much do you have?”

“Well, I need to save some for myself. But I could sell you an ounce.”

“Deal,” said Carla.

As they completed the transaction, Katya looked over at Annabel and said, “Your... stepmother?” Here she paused, and Carla nodded to indicate she had it right. “She is becoming quite talented with the tongue, no? She has been getting a lot of practice?”

Carla grinned mischievously. “I try to keep her in shape.”

Annabel was simultaneously embarrassed at being spoken of in such crude terms, and thrilled at the compliment Katya had given her. She had certainly learned a lot about how to please a woman. She wondered, was this a skill she would be using for the rest of her life? Or was it a short-term thing? The future was murky.

At the moment she felt pleasantly lethargic. As they drove home she sat back in the seat, enjoying the night and not thinking about much. Back at the house they brushed their teeth, tumbled together into Carla’s bed, and were asleep within minutes.

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When Annabel came downstairs in the morning Carla was already sitting out on the deck, wearing nothing but sunglasses, with a glass of orange juice in one hand and her favorite pipe in the other. Annabel had to smile to herself; she was constantly envious of her stepdaughter’s ability to enjoy life to its fullest.

As Annabel put on water for tea, Carla came up from behind and wrapped one arm around her. “Morning,” she said, kissing Annabel behind one ear.

Annabel sighed. “Good morning,” she said. “It’s nice to be home.”

Carla offered Annabel a hit but she demurred. Carla shrugged and took another puff herself. She didn’t often wake-and-bake, but every once in a while it could be a wonderful thing.

After breakfast they got dressed and headed into Santa Monica. There were still a couple of hours left before yoga class, but Carla had a hankering to do some shopping. Annabel suggested that she should drive, and though Carla knew she would have been fine behind the wheel, she didn’t argue the point. It was nice to be chauffeured, anyway; Carla sat gazing contentedly out the window as Annabel drove them into town.

They ended up hitting pretty much every shop in town, looking for the sheerest, sexiest yoga pants on the market. Carla finally settled on a light gray pair that were barely more than pantyhose; the outlines of her pubic hair were clearly visible underneath. She bought the same pants in magenta for Annabel, whose blond bush was less obvious but still detectable. They made Annabel feel a little self-conscious, but Carla wanted her to wear them, so that was that.

They each also got a new top: Carla a black crop with a hole that displayed cleavage, Annabel a knit sweater top that showed off her toned shoulders. They enjoyed watching heads turn as they walked to the yoga studio. Even by L.A. standards, they were something to see.

As they set up their spaces Carla kept an eye on the door. The teacher had not appeared as of yet, and Carla fervently hoped that Asha would come walking in. At this point her high had settled down into a slow, simmering buzz and a pleasant warmth, stimulating but not insistent, was radiating from between her legs.

Annabel looked around for Dylan, but she was nowhere to be seen. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, Annabel was impressed with how good she looked in the new clothes, and amazed at how exposed she was. Was it even legal to walk down the street looking like this?

Then Asha appeared in the doorway, and Carla gaped. She looked even more beautiful than she had the last time, and seemed to float into the room without touching the ground. She must be an incarnation of some goddess, thought Carla, then inwardly made fun of herself for thinking that way. You must be high.

The class was more challenging than the first one Carla had attended, and though she considered herself to be in good physical shape, she had a hard time keeping up. At one point, as everyone else was doing a downward dog, Carla sank onto her knees to rest. Looking around the room at all the rounded butts being thrust up into the air, straining against taut fabric of every color, Carla smiled and shook her head. How had she missed out on this all these years?

Carla sensed Asha’s eyes on her, and turned to meet the Indian woman’s gaze. Did Asha know, she wondered, the kind of thoughts that were going through her head as she ogled these gorgeous female forms? Carla didn’t generally believe in ESP, but it seemed quite possible that Asha might be a mind-reader.

A look passed between them, but Carla couldn’t tell exactly what was being communicated. Then the moment was over; Asha turned away and told the class to sink into child’s pose.

After class Carla wanted to talk to Asha but she was surrounded before Carla could get there. The next class was about to start and the room was crowded with people, so Carla reluctantly turned to go. But before leaving she took a last, lingering look at the stunning yoga teacher, drinking in Asha’s smooth brown skin; her big golden-brown eyes; her luxurious black hair; her perfectly toned and proportioned body. Carla promised herself that one way or another, she would find a way to get to know this woman better.

Back at home, Carla was in an indulgent mood. She stripped Annabel’s yoga clothes off, blindfolded her, and led her out onto the deck. Laying Annabel out on a deck chair, Carla used the yoga straps she’d bought that morning to tie Annabel’s wrists to the chair. Then she bound Annabel’s ankles with a couple of bungee cords that were sitting nearby.

Struck by an idea, Carla got her phone, took a picture of her naked, bound stepmother, and sent it to Kim. Just the photo, no message or anything — but Kim would get the idea. Then Carla decided to roll a joint; it wasn’t the easiest way to smoke, but sometimes it was the best. She got her bag of weed and her rolling papers and sat down to wait.

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In the morning, after a pleasant round of mutual pussy-licking, Carla, Annabel, and Daisy went out for breakfast. Carla was antsy; she was feeling ready to be back home. After thinking for a while, she had the bright idea of calling her father’s assistant, under the pretense of looking for him. Within two minutes she had the information she wanted: Her father had left for Brazil early that morning.

So after finishing their meal Carla and Annabel climbed into their car and headed south. Traffic was light and they made good time, arriving back in Malibu in the late afternoon. The house was a mess, with empty beer bottles everywhere and a kitchen full of dirty dishes. Sighing, Carla decided that she would make the most of the situation — she would have Annabel strip, then sit down to watch her work.

Looking over at her stepmother, Carla realized that she’d forgotten about Annabel’s collar. But Annabel hadn’t; it was right there on her neck where it was supposed to be. Carla smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “What a good girl you are,” she said. After that she changed her mind and decided to help Annabel clean up.

Just as they were finishing up Carla got a text from Katya. She’d just gotten a new shipment in, she said, and it was the best stuff she’d ever had. Did Carla want some?

Indeed she did; she’d run out of weed days before, and though now you could just go out and buy it in a store, she’d been a loyal customer of Katya’s for years and intended to keep it that way. She and Annabel drove out to Katya’s just before sundown.

Katya answered the door in a black string bikini with a big, blissful smile on her face. Annabel was struck by how different this was from the first time they’d come there. Then Annabel had found Katya intimidating; now she was like an old friend. In fact the whole atmosphere of the place had changed; more windows were open, some clutter had been removed, and slanting evening light was streaming in from above.

After hugging them both Katya sat them down and packed her favorite water pipe with the new product. “This is the sexiest shit I’ve ever smoked,” she said. “I mean, it’s just....” At a loss for words, she gestured at the pipe. “Just try it.”

Carla took a big hit, held it as long as she could, then exhaled. The effect was instantaneous; looking over at Katya, then at Annabel, Carla realized that she wanted to fuck both their brains out immediately.

“See what I mean?” said Katya. Carla handed the pipe back to her, but instead of bringing it to her mouth, Katya clamped it between her legs. Looking over at Annabel, Katya purred, “Come here, machekha.”

Annabel obediently rose and stepped toward Katya, who pushed her down onto her knees. Taking the lighter in one hand and Annabel’s head in the other, Katya simultaneously lit the pipe and brought Annabel’s mouth to the stem. She held it there until Annabel had inhaled a good lungful. Once released, Annabel coughed and breathed out an impressive cloud of smoke.

The minute that this whole operation had taken had seemed like an eternity to Carla. She was not feeling patient at all. Standing, she untied Katya’s bikini top and pulled it off. Katya’s boobs, rounded and full with stiff, dark brown nipples, looked mouthwateringly delicious. But instead of sucking them herself, Carla found herself guiding Annabel’s head to Katya’s chest.

It was almost like it didn’t matter which one of them was doing it. When Annabel’s lips closed around Katya’s left breast, Carla swore she could taste it in her own mouth. And she was very high, to be sure, but she also felt like she was experiencing something real, something true.

Unbuttoning her jeans, Carla slid her left hand down into her panties and began to rub herself. Copious juices were flowing, soaking her panties and allowing her finger to slip easily inside. Annabel had now moved on to the other breast and Katya was leaning back on the couch, enjoying the older woman’s ministrations.

Using her right hand, Carla reached down and untied the strings on either side of Katya’s bikini bottom. It fell forward to reveal a thatch of brown pubic hair and a glistening pink slit. Carla gently nudged Annabel’s head downward until it was between Katya’s legs. When Annabel stuck her tongue out to taste Katya’s pussy, Carla felt a sweet, tangy sensation in her own mouth.

Katya brought lifted the water pipe to her lips and fired it up as Annabel licked her, slowly at first and then with passion, jabbing her tongue inside like a cock. At this point Carla couldn’t take it for another second. She hastily stripped off her jeans and panties and climbed up onto the couch, positioning herself so that Katya could eat her out. Which Katya did, eagerly and without hesitation, after setting the pipe aside.

When Annabel touched Katya’s clit she came immediately, holding Annabel’s head and rubbing her cream all over Annabel’s nose and mouth. Carla climaxed soon after; in her sensitized state it didn’t take much. She groaned and held onto the back of the couch for support as the spasms wracked her body.

Once she’d recovered and climbed off Katya, Carla realized that Annabel was the only one of them still fully dressed. That didn’t seem right, so she quickly pulled Annabel’s dress up and off, then relieved her of her bra and panties. Katya and Carla looked at one another and nodded.

Carla tied Annabel’s hands behind her back with a length of cord while Katya located a pair of strap-ons. Once they were harnessed up Carla and Katya stood looming over Annabel, who took turns servicing each of them with her mouth. When Carla felt ready she bent Annabel over, took aim, and drove the dildo home.

Katya stood watching as Annabel gasped and moaned, enjoying the way her tits bounced as Carla fucked her. Suddenly Carla decided that it was very important for Annabel to be made to taste her own pussy, so she pulled out and moved around to Annabel’s mouth. Katya took her place between Annabel’s legs, and together they pounded the blonde into a state of satisfied exhaustion.

Afterward Katya and Carla sat side-by-side on the couch, passing the pipe back and forth. They also took turns with Annabel, who spend the rest of the evening on her knees serving at the whim of the two younger women. There was no longer any sense of urgency to the encounter; the night was still warm and none of them had anywhere to be.

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Daisy led Carla and Annabel down the hallway to a small room that had been set up for a different shoot. In the middle of it was a chair like you’d find in a gynecologist’s office, complete with raised stirrups. At the foot of this was a mechanical gizmo that was basically a dark brown, rubbery-looking dildo on a stick connected to a series of gears.

After helping Carla up into the chair, Daisy fastened a series of leather straps around each of her legs. They were soft on the surface but held her tightly, giving her the feeling of being luxuriously restrained.

Holding up a finger, Daisy said “Be right back” and disappeared out the door. Sitting there with her legs splayed open, Carla flashed back to her first visit to the gynecologist — the awkwardness and nervousness, combined with a vague sexual charge. She looked over at Annabel, who felt suddenly motherly, seeing Carla exposed this way — wanting to protect her, or comfort her, or cover her up. But she knew that that was not what was needed here.

After a few minutes Daisy returned wearing a pink nurse’s uniform. This girl sure does love to play dress-up, thought Carla.

Pulling on a latex glove, Daisy said to Carla, “First we need to make sure you’re ready.” Inserting a finger between Carla’s pussy lips, she listened for the telltale squishing sound that would indicate sufficient wetness. When she didn’t hear it, she got down on her knees and leaned in between Carla’s legs.

Daisy took a few laps at Carla’s vulva, then stuck her tongue inside and probed around until she felt the juices begin to flow abundantly. Satisfied with her work, she stood up again and picked up a small box that served as the remote control for the machine. She turned a dial and the dildo moved slowly forward until the tip was right against Carla’s pussy lips.

At this point Daisy stopped the machine and adjusted the chair a little so the angle of entry was perfect. Then she started the machine again and the dildo began to drill into Carla’s cunt, moving simultaneously in a circular motion. Carla gripped the side of the chair and bit her lip as she was penetrated. It wasn’t the biggest thing she’d ever had inside her, but it had considerable girth and went very deep.

Daisy turned the knob the other way and the dildo reversed course, pulling out until only the very tip remained inside. Daisy then made it go in again, out again, in and out, in and out, gradually increasing the speed until the phallus was pistoning rapidly and Carla was moaning helplessly, laying back with her eyes closed as the machine fucked her.

When Carla climaxed Daisy slowed the machine down as far as it would go, but didn’t stop it. It continued a slow, almost hypnotic back-and-forth as Carla caught her breath. Then Daisy slowly sped it up again until Carla came a second time.

This could have gone on indefinitely — it was a machine, after all — but finally Carla opened her eyes, smiled weakly, and said “That’s enough.” Daisy switched the machine off and looked down at her friend, who sighed contentedly. “That hit the spot.”

For a few long seconds it was quiet in the room. It was Annabel who broke the silence, asking somewhat sheepishly, “Could I have a turn?”

Carla and Daisy and looked at each other and giggled. Daisy deftly freed Carla’s legs and she stood up, helping Annabel to climb up and take her place.

Daisy cinched the straps around Annabel’s legs and reached her gloved hand down to probe Annabel’s pussy. No problem there — she was soaking wet; in fact a small pool of her girl juice had already formed on the edge of the chair.

Again Daisy picked up the remote and caused the dildo to move forward until it was pressed against Annabel’s crotch. Carla walked over behind Annabel and reached around to cup her breasts, watching with fascination as the mechanical phallus drove into her. Annabel gasped, feeling the thing move further and further into her, fearing for a moment that it was going to push all the way up into her stomach.

Daisy twisted the dial and the dildo reversed course, spinning in the opposite direction as it moved out. As she had with Carla, Daisy gradually built up speed until Annabel climaxed, then repeated the process. At this point Carla took the remote from her and cranked it all the way up. The machine began to whine as the dildo pumped in and out of Annabel’s pussy almost faster than the eye could see.

After maybe 30 seconds of this Annabel came so hard that her entire body appeared to lift visibly off the chair. Trying to catch her breath, she stuttered “I...I...I...”, and Carla could see that she’d had enough. When the machine stopped Annabel began to laugh uncontrollably, shaking all over, until tears came to her eyes and she had to wipe them away. As the laughter subsided she was finally able to speak. “Wow,” she said.

At this point Daisy decided that she needed to have a go as well. She unstrapped Annabel, who gingerly rose from the chair and stood up with Carla’s assistance. After undressing Daisy climbed on and Annabel took charge of securing the straps while Carla fiddled with the remote, getting more of a feel for its workings.

When Daisy was in place Carla moved the dildo toward her, made the necessary adjustments, and twisted the dial. Daisy yelped as the thing filled her up. She’d thought she knew what to expect, but it took her a minute to get used to it.

Carla had enormous fun playing with this toy, fucking Daisy slower then faster, slower then faster, building up to a crescendo that had Daisy howling and crying for Jesus. She held onto Annabel, who was standing beside her, as one orgasm after another rippled through her. Finally she fell back hard onto the chair and waved her hand in the air to indicate that she’d had enough. Carla, smirking, switched off the machine and sat the remote down.

Moving rather slowly, holding on to each other for support, the three of them walked to Daisy’s bedroom. They fell into the king-size bed together and, after sharing a round of murmured goodnights, drifted off quickly and slept like babies.

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