Dominated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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