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.

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.” All the smoking had made her voice gravelly, and the effect was pretty convnicing.

Annabel knelt obediently, 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 — she shouldn’t need to be told what to do — Annabel 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 climaxing 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 came 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 future plans, 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 enough 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 dove back into the crotches beneath them.

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 climaxes 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 just about 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, like the Southern California baby she was. 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 SoCal 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 transpire.

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 midriff taut and lovely, 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 sooner or later, by hook or by crook, she was going to make it happen.

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As class began Annabel looked around for Dylan, who was nowhere to be seen. In fact the class was rather sparsely attended. This gave Asha the chance to give lots of personal attention to the students — especially Carla, who was still new to yoga and may even have been doing the poses wrong on purpose, just to get the teacher to lay hands on her.

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, her expression unreadable, and then answered diplomatically, “I don’t think I have any plans for that day. Can I let you know?”

Carla nodded eagerly, inwardly disappointed at the ambiguous answer, but happy to take the small victory. 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 Moniaa, 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 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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