Friday, October 6, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 66

Carla woke up the next morning feeling absolutely certain that it was going to be a special day. All she had to do was ride the wave, let things happen, and maybe give them a little push here and there.

After having coffee and some eggs that Laura had thoughtfully left for them, she and Annabel headed out again to the beach. And again, after laying out in their swimsuits for awhile, they ended up sunbathing in the nude. The weather was absolutely perfect: sunny and warm, but with a cool breeze blowing in off the ocean that kept them from overheating.

In the early afternoon they decided to adjourn back to the house for a snack and a nap. And maybe, Carla thought as she watched Annabel’s naked ass sway down the path ahead of her, something more. This time they had started walking back without covering up. As they approached the house Carla hoped to see Laura peeking through a window, but there no sign of her.

Laura had also left some grapes and melon which they took to bed with them, playfully feeding each other and licking the juice from their fingers. When the fruit was gone Carla climbed up to straddle Annabel’s face, then bent down into a nice 69. After two orgasms each they fell asleep for a bit.

When they woke up Carla heard footsteps from upstairs, and knew immediately what needed to be done. She had Annabel get dressed and go upstairs to invite Laura to have dinner with them that evening. While Annabel was gone she stretched a little and made more coffee.

After a few minutes, Annabel returned, reporting success in her mission. Carla gave her a kiss and a long, lingering hug; catching a glimpse of them in the mirror, she noted what an unusual situation this was, for her to be naked while Annabel was fully clothed. Usually it was the other way around.

They had coffee and drove to the nearest grocery, where Carla went a little crazy, buying enough meat and vegetables for a half-dozen meals. When they got back to the house it was getting late in the afternoon, but before getting ready to cook, Carla made sure that they both looked exactly the way she wanted them to. For Annabel that meant a skimpy blue string bikini that showed off her ample tits and ass. For herself Carla chose her shortest cutoffs and a cropped t-shirt that came down to just below her breasts, with no bra underneath.

Intending to do everything outside, Carla moved the food and necessary equipment to a table in the shade. Even this late in the day, it was still quite warm, with collected heat seemingly radiating from every nook and cranny. After setting Annabel to work chopping onions, Carla put some music on and opened one of the several very nice bottles of wine she had brought.

As if drawn by the sound of the cork opening, Laura appeared. She was wearing a loose but flattering sundress whose light color set off the brown of her bare arms and feet. Carla thought that she looked even more beautiful than she had the day before; she was glowing, almost.

“Hola,” said Laura, “como estas?”, and Carla and Annabel answered in their best pidgin Spanish. After that they switched to English, and for the next couple hours they talked, cooked, and drank wine as the sun gradually set. Everything felt incredibly natural and easy; there was no reason to be in a hurry, and no reason to delay either.

For Carla, the whole scene began to feel like deja vu, like she knew exactly what was going to happen next. Every once in a while she and Laura would lock eyes, and some kind of communication seemed to pass between them, like they understood each other on some fundamental level and were just reconfirming what they already knew. Occasionally she caught Laura’s gaze lingering on Annabel’s body, which had never looked better than it did right now: tan and ripe and rounded in all the right places.

By the time the sun had fully set, all the wine was gone and there was a definite electricity in the air. Laura volunteered to go upstairs for another bottle while Carla and Annabel collected the trash and moved the dirty dishes inside.

While she was in her apartment Laura got a phone call, so it was 15 minutes or so before she returned downstairs. She found the apartment lit by flickering candlelight, piano tango music drifting through the air. In the corner of the living room, Annabel was bent over a chair, ball-gagged with her hands tied behind her back.

Laura and Carla exchanged glances. A smile curled the corner of Laura’s mouth and she shrugged as if to say, “I expected as much.” The bottle of wine she’d brought was a screwtop, and she popped it open as Carla got glasses. Laura poured each of them a glass and after sipping they kissed, softly and sweetly at first, then with force and passion.

Breaking the clinch, Carla took Laura by the shoulders and sat her down on the chair that was against the wall behind her. Laura sat sipping her wine as Carla walked over toward Annabel and got down on one knee.

Carla untied the bottom of Annabel’s bikini and tossed it aside. After briefly caressing Annabel’s rump, Carla lifted her hand and brought it down firmly on the left cheek. Annabel shuddered and moaned into her gag; her ass was still raw from the caning the night before, so even though Carla spanked her relatively gently, she was soon whimpering pathetically.

When Laura stood and approached them, she had a fire in her eyes. Carla expected that she might want to spank Annabel herself. Instead, she took Carla by surprise for the first time that night. Kneeling down next to Annabel, Laura bent forward, lifted her dress, and presented Carla with her naked ass.


Friday, September 29, 2017

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 65

When Carla and Annabel woke up the next morning, Yasmin was gone and the sun was just peeking over the walls of the valley outside. They were hung over but not debilitatingly so; after quickly showering they set off in search of breakfast. The hotel once again seemed to be completely abandoned, but they did find some coffee and pastries in the lobby, so they helped themselves and before long were back on the road.

They only had a few hours to drive so they took their time, both of them having occasional flashbacks of the previous night’s delights. An amazing meal followed by a threesome with an mysterious, beautiful woman...already this trip was turning out well.

They crossed the border before noon and kept heading south along the coast. In midafternoon they arrived at their destination, which was even more impressive than it had looked online — a quiet, secluded beach framed by sparkling turquoise water.

They were renting the bottom half of a duplex; their hostess, whose name was Laura, had told Carla to knock on the door of the top unit when they arrived. She did so, and after a few seconds the door was answered by a woman in her 30s with big, dark brown eyes and a sly smile.

Carla was taken aback. In the blurry picture she’d seen online, Laura had looked awkward and frumpy. The woman standing in front of her was something else altogether. She had unusual but striking features and wavy hair that was either blonde with brown streaks or brown with blond streaks. Carla was immediately smitten.

Opening the door,  Laura invited them in and introduced herself, pronouncing her name in the exotic way: “Lao-ra.” Carla found herself uncharacteristically tongue-tied. Laura, fortunately, was very talkative, keeping up a steady stream of patter as she welcomed them and brought them glasses of watermelon-infused water. Before they left Laura’s apartment to see their own unit, Carla took a look around for any signs of a husband, boyfriend, or roommate; but as far as she could tell, this was the home of a single woman.

As Laura showed them around Carla found herself listening but not really hearing; Laura had a lovely voice with a charming accent, but Carla was much more interested in the way she moved. She was skinnier than Carla usually liked, but she just had a way about her; she was lithe and long-limbed, with a dancer’s grace.

Carla felt disappointed when Laura finished the tour and left them alone; her mind was whirling, plotting, strategizing, devising scenarios. But for the moment she let all that go. It was a beautiful day and after bringing in their suitcases, she and Annabel decamped for the beach. Initially they wore bathing suits but the beach was so quiet and deserted that after a few minutes Carla stripped naked, and Annabel followed suit.

When the sun was going down they wrapped themselves in towels and returned to the apartment. As they walked up Laura was standing in the bay window facing the water. Had she been watching them, Carla wondered? She hoped so.

As they passed Carla favored their hostess with a big smile, but Laura quickly turned away, looking preoccupied. Carla shrugged. There was time.

She and Annabel dressed and walked down the beach to the nearest town, where there was a restaurant that Laura had recommended. They had a wonderful dinner and several margaritas; at the nearby liquor store Carla bought a bottle of tequila to take home, cracking it open and sipping as they strolled home along the suddenly cool seashore. As they approached the house Carla looked for Laura in the window, but there was no sign of her; a light was on in her bedroom, however.

Carla was in a strange mood that night; Annabel could sense it, and was a little apprehensive. Her suspicions turned out to be well-founded; it wasn’t long before she found herself naked, face-down on the bed, wrists lashed to the headboard.

Meanwhile Carla stood over her suitcase, inspecting the implements of discipline and other toys she had brought. After a minute she picked up her cane. She wanted, more than anything else, to make Annabel scream as loud as possible for the benefit of their upstairs neighbor. She didn’t even bother to offer a pretense for the punishment; she just wanted to do it, and that was enough.

Starting slowly and almost gently, Carla gradually built up the intensity of the beating. Annabel’s moans reverberated through the quiet house, which was sparsely adorned and thus had excellent acoustics. At one point Carla leaned down, whispered the word “Louder” into Annabel’s ear, and brought the cane down on the older woman’s rump with a decisive crack.

After that Annabel didn’t really feel the pain anymore. It became kind of therapeutic for her, filling her lungs with air and then letting it go in a series of full-throated howls. When the caning was over her whole body was tingling, almost crackling with electrical energy.

Putting the cane aside, Carla equipped herself with a strap-on and made Annabel scream in a whole different way. All the while she imagined Laura listening to them upstairs, and wondered what she might be thinking.


Sunday, September 17, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 64

When she’d had her fill of Yasmin’s delicious snatch, Carla lifted the smaller woman bodily — she was not heavy at all — and deposited her in 69 position on top of Annabel. Then she got out her strap-on, harnessed up, and starting filling holes more or less at random.

She was in something of a frenzy, alcohol coursing through her veins, sweat pouring down her forehead as she plunged the dildo mercilessly into Yasmin and Annabel’s orifices. Without breaking rhythm, she picked up the bottle of champagne Yasmin had brought, popped off the top, and took a long guzzle. Then she tipped up the bottle and poured a generous splash onto the naked bodies below her.

Both Yasmin and Annabel came hard and repeatedly, licking champagne off each other, tonguing each other’s clits as Carla penetrated them, their moans echoing through the quiet room. Finally Carla staggered backwards and sat down, feeling lightheaded. The two women on the bed lay there panting, sticky with champagne, sweat, and pussy juice.

For a few minutes no one moved. It was Yasmin who finally broke the spell, standing up and heading into the bathroom. In the dim light Carla thought her naked body looked like a ghost gliding through the room. It was as if she was some spirit that had always been here and always would be.

When she returned Yasmin was carrying three glasses. After filling one with water for Carla she poured champagne into the other two, then untied Annabel, who moved slowly and languidly to a sitting position, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.

Yasmin handed some bubbly to Annabel and they clicked glasses, then quenched their thirst. Carla sipped the cool water gratefully, feeling calmer and clearer with every passing second. She gazed out the window at the dark, quiet valley, then back at the two naked women drinking champagne on the bed. This all seemed like a dream, but a very pleasant dream that she was in no hurry to get out of.

Setting down her empty glass, Yasmin leaned over and whispered a couple sentences into Annabel’s ear. Annabel nodded and Yasmin took her by the hand, helping her up from the bed. A few seconds later they were both kneeling in front of Carla.

They unharnessed the strap-on and set it aside. Each woman took ahold of one of Carla’s knees and they spread her legs as wide as they would go. Carla certainly wasn’t going to object. She splashed the remaining champagne into her glass and leaned back in her chair to enjoy herself.


Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 63

Finding the hotel was easy, as it was the only building in the valley. From the outside it looked huge and majestic, if a little rundown. The lobby was the same – cavernous and ornate, but the carpet was worn and the paint was peeling in places.

It also seemed to be completely devoid of human life. Against the far wall was a long counter, in the middle of which sat a bell. Carla rang it, and the sound echoed through the empty space for several seconds before finally dying away. After a minute she rang it again, and still no one appeared. Shrugging, she took out her phone to start looking for the next nearest hotel, but there was no service.

Finally a little old man who looked like he’d been there since the place originally opened shuffled into the room and checked them in. Moving painfully slowly, he led them to their room, which turned out to be magnificent — huge and airy, with a canopy bed, an antique sofa, and a loft.

By the time they showered and changed they were both feeling ravenous. The reviews Carla had read online had stressed how good the hotel’s restaurant was, which at the moment she was finding hard to believe. But they set out in search of it and, after a few wrong turns, found themselves in a gigantic dining room. Only a few of the many tables were occupied, all of them by men eating alone.

For a minute Carla and Annabel stood looking around; it was silent in the room except for the scraping of silverware on plates and the faint sound of classical music that seemed to be coming from far away. Then a door to their left swung open and a woman appeared.

Carla did a double-take as she approached them. She was absolutely, stunningly, painfully gorgeous, with dark hair, dark eyes, and copper-brown skin. The tight-fitting black dress she wore was cut low on top and high on the bottom; her nametag said “Yasmin.”

“Hi!” she said, her mouth curling into a winning smile. Carla was uncharacteristically flustered; she stood just staring at Yasmin, wondering where she’d gotten her genes. She was probably some combination of Latin and Native American, Carla thought, but with her coloring she could just as easily have been Persian. Her age could have been anywhere from 20 to 40; hers was the kind of simple beauty that aged well.

It was Annabel who finally said, “Two for dinner, please.”

“Of course,” said Yasmin, and led them to a table set apart from the rest of the diners. Annabel and Carla sat down on the same side of the table and huddled over their menus while Yasmin brought them water and bread. They ordered martinis and when Yasmin returned with the drinks they were still studying the menus, unable to make up their minds.

In the end they didn’t need to. “Listen,” said Yasmin, grinning conspiratorially, “as you can see, we’re not very busy tonight. Let me have the chef put together a tasting menu for you. I’ll pair a wine with each course. Sound OK?”

“Sure,” said Carla, closing her menu with a sigh of relief. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass toward the waitress, then clicking it with Annabel’s.

“Wonderful,” said Yasmin, picking up the menus. Then she whispered, as if it were a secret, “Our chef’s a genius.”

She turned out to be right. Each course was better than the one before, each wine perfectly matched with the food. As they ate the restaurant gradually cleared out until they were the only customers left, and Yasmin started lingering by their table, discussing the food, the wine, and anything else that came to mind.

Carla started to wonder: Is this girl just super-nice, or is she flirting with us? She felt certain that her and Annabel’s body language made clear the nature of their relationship, and more than once Yasmin winked at them as she brought some new delicacy to the table.

By the time they got to dessert they were both incredibly full — not to mention pretty tipsy — but Yasmin talked them into a chocolate-pumpkin cheesecake that was decadently delicious. When it was gone Carla leaned back in her chair and asked for brandy; a minute later Yasmin sat a bottle and two snifters down on their table. “I have to take care of some stuff in the kitchen,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, OK?”

When she returned she was carrying a third snifter, and she poured herself two fingers of brandy. “It’s almost closing time,” she said, winking again.

“I’d love to give my compliments to the chef,” said Carla.

“That’s nice,” answered Yasmin, “but he’s very shy, you know. I’ll be sure to pass them on, though.” Sipping her brandy, Yasmin sighed. “There aren’t very many of us left. I’m afraid this place isn’t going to be around much longer.”

When she finished her drink she sighed and said, “Well, I’d better start cleaning up. Will you be charging this to your room?” Carla nodded. “That’s room 154, correct?”

When Carla nodded again Yasmin’s gaze lingered meaningfully on her own, and Carla felt her heart start to beat a little faster. Without saying another word, Yasmin spun on her heel and started to walk toward the kitchen; Carla watched her delightful rump sway back and forth until she finally disappeared through the door.

In their drunken condition it took Carla and Annabel even longer to get back to their room than it had to find the restaurant, but they finally made it. Turning on a single light in a sconce nestled in a corner of the room, Carla poured herself a glass of water and told Annabel to take her clothes off. When she was naked Carla found her collar in the suitcase and snapped it on, then bound her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.

For the next half-hour they just waited. Carla killed time stroking Annabel’s nipples, playing with her pubic hair, and teasing her inner thighs. She wanted her stepmother whipped up into a fine frenzy for what she felt sure was about to happen.

Finally there was a soft knock at the door, and even before Carla could answer it, it began to swing open. Yasmin stepped in and closed the door behind her; kicking off her shoes, she glanced over at the naked blonde tied to the bed. She was carrying a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, which she sat down on a sideboard.

Smiling a mysterious Mona Lisa smile, Yasmin stepped over to where Carla was standing. They embraced, then kissed, then kissed harder. Carla reached both hands around to squeeze Yasmin’s ass; it was pleasingly plump, firm yet yielding. Yasmin moaned into Carla’s mouth as their tongues intertwined.

Next Carla took hold of the top of Yasmin’s dress and popped her breasts out; she was braless underneath. They were utterly superb and Carla took a few moments to admire them before sucking on one, then the other. Her nipples were big, dark brown, and rock-hard; Carla gently closed her teeth on each one.

There was a moan of frustration from the bed, where the bound Annabel was annoyed at not being able to participate. Carla gazed over at her coolly, giving her a look that said “Soon enough.”

Carla lifted Yasmin’s dress up over her head and tossed it aside; she was now wearing nothing but black lace panties and knee-length black stockings. Carla whispered something in her ear and she nodded.

Turning, Yasmin climbed up onto the bed and stretched out full-length on top of Annabel. As they kissed Yasmin let one of her legs slip between Annabel’s; Annabel humped it shamelessly, rubbing her attention-starved pussy against Yasmin’s thigh. Meanwhile Annabel could feel the warmth of Yasmin’s crotch against her own leg.

Carla looked on, slowly undressing as she watched the two women on the bed make out. After a few minutes Yasmin began to move down Annabel’s body, sucking and licking her tits, nibbling her belly. Annabel’s whole body went stiff when Yasmin’s tongue touched her cunt. Then she arched her back and strained forward, greedy for more.

Coming up behind Yasmin, Carla fondled her rear for a minute, then let one hand find its way down between her legs. She probed up inside, feeling Yasmin’s muscles clench against her finger. Then she decided she couldn’t wait another second to taste this delectable specimen; she rolled over onto her back, pulled the crotch of Yasmin’s panties aside, and started licking.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 62

As she and Carla drove home from Dylan’s, Annabel pulled out her phone, which she’d left in the glove compartment while they were inside. A minute later Carla heard her groan and mutter, “Oh, God.”

“What’s up?” asked Carla sympathetically.

Annabel explained that she’d received a message from her husband, Carla’s father, saying that he would be arriving that evening for three days at home. This sent her into something of a panic. The tone of the message had been unusually friendly, leading her to think he was up to something. In the current state of things she couldn’t bear the thought of him touching her, much less trying to have sex with her.

The two of them talked it over, and by the time they got home they had a plan; they would use this crisis as an opportunity to go on a trip together. Annabel would tell her husband that she had suddenly been called home to visit her sick mother. This was plausible because it had already happened about six months previously, and Annabel was confident he wouldn’t call to check up on her; he hadn’t spoken to either of her parents since the day of their wedding.

Annabel felt a little guilty about using her mother’s health as a pretext to get out of town with her young lesbian lover. But under the circumstances she wanted a cover story that she felt absolutely sure her husband wouldn’t question.

Carla, for her part, didn’t need to make any excuses to anyone. She went where she wanted and did as she pleased.

The minute they got home Carla was on the internet researching possible destinations. Within a half-hour she had decided on Baja California and booked them an AirBnB starting the following night; that night they would stay at a hotel along the way.

Meanwhile Annabel had been packing; Carla quickly threw together a suitcase and by midafternoon they were on the road. The minute they hit the highway, the anxiety Annabel had been feeling was replaced by an exhilarating sense of freedom. She turned up the Tom Petty song on the radio and started singing along, prompting a smile from Carla, who had never seen her stepmother act so carefree and girlish.

They weren’t far down the road before Carla’s hand came to rest on the bare knee below Annabel’s skirt, then began to make its way up her thigh. When it inevitably crept over onto her crotch, Annabel leaned back in her seat, sighed, and opened her legs. Exploring, Carla was pleasantly surprised to find that Annabel was wearing her crotchless panties. She probed Annabel’s pussy with her middle finger for a minute, then brought the finger to her mouth for a taste.

“Mmmm,” said Carla, smacking her lips exaggeratedly. “Delicious.” She reached over and pulled Annabel’s skirt up around her waist. “Touch yourself for me,” she ordered.

Annabel gulped, suddenly aware of the cars all around them. But at the same time she was excited by the possibility of being seen, and reflexively obedient to Carla in any case. She rested her right hand on her pelvis, then extended her index finger and touched it to her vulva.

Carla gripped the wheel, her eyes flitting back and forth between the road and Annabel’s crotch. Then she took hold of Annabel’s left hand and brought it between her own legs. Now it was Annabel’s turn to multitask, fingering both herself and Carla. She was so focused that she didn’t notice the truck that came up alongside them, drove parallel for a minute, then raced ahead with a blare of its horn.

Momentarily taken aback, Annabel stopped what she was doing, but Carla grabbed her hand and returned it to where it had been. She had been getting close and was frustrated with the interruption.

When Carla came she exhaled loudly but appeared otherwise unaffected, keeping her eyes on the road as it took a long, slow curve to the left. Annabel, after looking around to make sure there were no other vehicles close by, resumed rubbing herself until she too was able to climax.

After that they drove along contentedly as the traffic gradually thinned out and the highway narrowed from six lanes, to four, to two. Feeling a bit parched as the landscape grew dry and dusty, they stopped to buy fruit and cold drinks at a roadside stand, then continued to the south.

In the late afternoon Carla decided it was time for a break. She pulled off the highway and found a quiet, secluded spot behind a small stand of trees. She and Annabel shared a joint and then had a nice, leisurely 69 in the back seat. Afterward they closed their eyes for a few minutes, then got back on the road for the last leg of the day’s journey.

The sun was just dipping below the horizon when they began the long descent into the valley where their hotel was supposed to be. Now that the day had cooled off Carla had her window rolled all the way down, enjoying the clean, unsmoggy air. She was still a little high, feeling relaxed and mellow, locked into that groove where the car seems to drive itself.

They had long since lost the radio stations from home, and after listening for a while to Mexican radio they had settled on a Spanish-language classic rock station. Just as Carla spotted the lights in the valley below the guitar intro to “Hotel California” came on the radio. She smiled to herself; it was such a cliche and yet so absolutely perfect for this moment. She realized that some people might consider this song a bad omen, but she was not worried in the least.


Thursday, August 31, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 61

As they walked out of the yoga studio Dylan invited Annabel and Carla to her house for a cup of tea, and they readily accepted. As she drove Carla frequently reached over and fondled Annabel’s breasts or crotch with her free hand; both of them were in a highly excited state.

Inside, Dylan went into the kitchen to make the tea. Both Carla and Annabel needed to pee; Carla went first, and after leaving the bathroom she wandered around the house for a minute, then found her way to the kitchen.

Dylan was bent over the kitchen table studying some piece of mail that was sitting there. Her ass looked deliciously plump and juicy in the tight yoga pants, and Carla quietly crept up behind her. Wasting no time, Carla slid one hand between Dylan’s legs and cupped her crotch.

Letting out a soft sigh, Dylan sank down onto the table and opened her legs. Carla rubbed her through the fabric of her pants for a minute, then took hold of the waistband and pulled the pants down around her knees.

Dylan squirmed and moaned as Carla’s hand slipped between her naked thighs. Annabel had by now appeared in the doorway and stood watching as Carla penetrated Dylan with her index finger. Dylan let out an involuntary “Mmmmf” sound and wriggled around a little more, moving her hips to impale herself further.

Next Carla pulled Dylan’s pants all the way off, letting them drop to the floor and spreading the redhead’s legs wide. Dylan's pussy was a beautiful sight: glistening wet and pink, fringed with red hair, gaping slightly open and begging for attention. Unable to wait another second, Carla dropped to her knees and ran her tongue all the way up the length of Dylan’s slit.

“Fuck,” said Dylan, and repeated the word several more times as Carla aggressively tongue-fucked her. Just then, though, Carla realized than Annabel was in the room. Scooting over to one side, she gestured for Annabel to join her.

Annabel knelt down and Carla kissed her hard on the mouth, sharing the taste of Dylan’s juice with her. Annabel sucked Carla’s tongue like a good little lesbo slut.

Breaking the kiss, Carla gripped the back of Annabel’s head and pointed it toward Dylan’s crotch. Then she stood and walked around to the other side of the table. Carla bent over to kiss Dylan upside-down, chewing on her pillowy lips and reaching both hands out to squeeze her tits.

Straightening up again, Carla stood for a bit watching Annabel lap at Dylan’s pussy. Her skills had definitely improved; Dylan was writhing on the tabletop, face contorted in pleasure. Carla pulled off her own top, then Dylan’s, and  bent down again to suck Dylan’s nipples while smothering Dylan in her cleavage.

This was a very pleasant state of affairs but the itch between Carla’s legs was growing unbearable. She stood up once more, popping her left breast out of Dylan’s mouth, and reached down to push her pants down around calves. Hastily shimmying the rest of the way out of them, she lifted herself up onto the table and straddled Dylan’s head.

After that the only sounds in the room were slurping noises and soft moans that gradually built to a crescendo. Dylan came first, then Carla, then Dylan again, and so on until they’d both finally had enough.

Stretching contentedly, Carla climbed down from the table and walked over to the fridge. Inside there was a six-pack of cold beer and though it was still kind of early in the day, she went ahead and took one.

Annabel, meanwhile, sat back from between Dylan’s legs and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking a little dazed. Dylan, recovering from several powerful orgasms, sat up on one elbow and looked around the room blinking. Carla’s magnificent naked body was silhouetted against the window facing the back yard; above her head sunlight shone through the brown glass of the beer bottle as she tipped it up. She took a long swig and let out a satisfied “Ahhh.”

“Could you grab me one of those?” asked Dylan. Carla nodded. Dylan then turned her head to look down at Annabel, who was still kneeling there in her yoga clothes, as if awaiting further instructions. Accepting the beer from Carla, Dylan stood up from the table and took Annabel by the hand. After helping her to her feet, Dylan led Annabel to the living room.

There Dylan sat Annabel down on a comfortable chair and kissed her. Annabel kissed back hard with a mouth redolent of Dylan’s own juices.

Carla wandered into the living room after them and sat down to watch as Dylan stripped off Annabel’s top and bra. She squeezed Annabel’s plump breasts with both hands, then leaned down to lick and suck them. Annabel moaned and leaned back in the chair; she was ever so ready to get a little attention.

After giving Annabel’s boobs a thorough going-over, Dylan reached down to pull off her yoga pants. When they were down around her knees Dylan was suddenly hit by the powerful scent of Annabel’s arousal. It was so strong that it made her swoon momentarily, holding on to Annabel’s leg for support.

Carla looked on with amusement, sipping her beer, as Dylan recovered herself and slid Annabel’s pants the rest of the way off. Annabel opened her legs to reveal a shiny wet cunt and the look on her face, Carla thought, was priceless — so abject, so needy. She was ready to beg if she needed to, but she didn’t — Dylan wasted no time bending forward and getting to work.

With her head down between Annabel’s legs, Dylan’s ass was directly facing Carla. Just for the heck of it, Carla walked over, sank down onto one knee, and laid a solid open-handed smack on each of Dylan’s butt cheeks. Looking back over her shoulder, Dylan grimaced, then smiled; then she took a swig of beer and went back to eating Annabel’s pussy.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 60

The next morning dawned exceptionally clear and bright. Annabel woke up still vibrating from the many, many orgasms of the day before; for awhile she sat up in bed and watched the sun glitter on the ocean outside the window. But she had too much energy to sit still for long, so after a few minutes she went downstairs, put some coffee on, and did a few easy yoga poses.

When Carla awoke and wandered down the stairs in her bathrobe, she was greeted by the lovely spectacle of her stepmother bending and stretching clad only in a pair of cutoff shorts. Her boobs bounced delightfully and her face radiated contentment — until she caught sight of Carla watching her and began to blush.

“Don’t stop on my account,” said Carla, stepping into the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee. Annabel did a couple more poses because Carla had told her to; but she felt self-conscious and soon stopped.

After they had breakfast Annabel excused herself to get ready for her 10:00 yoga class. Carla was tempted to tell her that yoga class was cancelled today, that she was going to stay home and lick Carla’s pussy for an hour instead. But after thinking about it for a minute, she changed her mind and decided that it was long past time for her to learn more about this whole yoga thing.

Annabel was amazed when Carla said that she’d never been to a yoga class before. Carla shrugged. “I’m not into all that crunchy granola stuff,” she explained. And this was still true, but spending time with Annabel and Dylan — combined with what she’d seen in San Francisco — had piqued her interest.

Carla didn’t own yoga pants so she borrowed a pair from Annabel. They were a little tight but she looked fantastic in them; she inspected her ass in the mirror over her shoulder and nodded approvingly. She matched the black pants with a black halter, while Annabel wore electric blue pants and a white tank top.

At the studio, Annabel had to show Carla how to set up, a rare instance of her telling her stepdaughter what to do. Looking around, Carla couldn’t believe what she’d been missing out on. The room was full of beautiful women in revealing clothes, all of them fit and healthy, glowing with life; even the older ones looked great. There were also a couple of men there, but they seemed to blend into the background.

Dylan was up toward the front, facing away from them. She had on paisley-patterned yoga pants and a spaghetti-strap top that showed off her exquisitely toned shoulders. Carla had never realized that shoulder blades could be so sexy. Dylan’s red hair was up, revealing a graceful, elegant neck. In her mind’s eye Carla sank her teeth into that neck, wrapping her arms around Dylan from behind, cupping the redhead’s tits...

Carla felt her temperature rising as her imagination started to get revved up, but then her reverie was broken by a voice behind her saying “Hello, everyone.” She turned toward the voice and saw that it belonged to a tall, thin, absolutely drop-dead-gorgeous Indian woman. “Sorry I’m a little late,” she said. “My name is Asha and I’ll be substituting for Sarah today.”

As Asha made her way to the front of the class Carla looked over at Annabel, who shrugged. This was a new teacher to her, as well. Both of them were immediately smitten; their heads swiveled to track Asha as she walked. Her skin was a creamy cinnamon brown and she moved with a lightness and poise that made her seem almost ethereal.

The class started with a series of sun salutations. When everyone bent over, Carla couldn’t make up her mind whether to look at the many asses suddenly presented to her or keep watching the beautiful teacher. She was so distracted that at one point she lost her balance and almost fell over; this drew the attention of Asha, who gave her an encouraging smile and paused for a moment before proceeding with the next pose.

When it came time for the first downward dog, Carla was transfixed by what she saw: row after row of sweet, shapely rumps being thrust into the air. It was so beautiful that it almost brought a tear to her eye. It certainly brought wetness to her crotch, and her nipples — which had been hard since the moment she walked into the studio — stiffened even further. She was starting to feel a little lightheaded and wondered how she was going to make it through a whole hour of this.

A few minutes later they were doing a pose with their legs stretched out behind them and their hands clasped behind their backs. Carla found herself staring straight between the legs of the woman in front of her, thinking about nuzzling her nose into that soft furrow. She was so focused that it took her completely by surprise when she felt a warm hand on her lower back.

She turned her head to see Asha kneeling beside her, smiling beatifically. Carla felt warmth radiate out from the point where the yoga teacher was touching her and permeate her entire body. With her other hand Asha took hold of Carla’s clasped hands and gently lifted them to accentuate the stretch. Carla felt a a gentle, tingling euphoria and was disappointed when Asha let go of her and moved on to another student.

Toward the end of the class they did a pose involving yoga straps, and Carla was again intrigued by this piece of equipment, which seemed so much like bondage gear. A series of quick fantasies flashed through her mind and she felt herself growing increasingly moist and steamy between the legs.

Before they went into Shivasana, Asha talked about the importance of being in the moment, and asked everyone to try to clear their minds. Carla tried to banish all sexual thoughts from her head, and for a brief period she actually succeeded; then an image flashed into her head of Asha standing over her naked, gazing down at her with shining golden-brown eyes.

This picture was still lingering in her head when the class ended. Carla felt very strange, like she was stoned; everything around her was moving slowly, and the murmur of voices in the room seemed like it was coming from somewhere far away. But after a minute her head started to clear and she made a beeline for the front of the room.

After introducing herself to Asha, she asked questions about some of the poses, but only half-listened to the answers. Mostly it was a pretext to stand close to the yoga teacher and establish a line of communication. This was a long-term project at best, Carla realized; but you never knew what might be possible.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 59

Taking Annabel by the hand, Blair led her in a bow, then kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for playing,” she said. “You’re a good sport.”

Annabel looked down at Carla and Kim, who had stood up from their chairs and were applauding enthusiastically. Although she had just been punished, exposed, and molested in public; though she’d 69ed with a virtual stranger while hanging upside-down from the ceiling; now, suddenly, she felt self-conscious. She blushed and turned away from the crowd. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she realized that her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, and hastily tugged it back down.

As Annabel approached the side of the stage Carla came forward to help her down the steps. Carla’s eyes were blazing with excitement; she had been quite inspired by what she’d seen. Taking Annabel by the arm, Carla led her right past their table toward the door; Kim fell in behind. They went out the door and through the parking lot to the car, where Kim took the wheel while Carla and Annabel got into the back.

Pushing Annabel down onto the back seat, Carla hastily lifted her own skirt and pulled off her panties. As they pulled out of the parking lot Carla climbed atop Annabel, smothering her stepmother with her wet pussy. As they got onto the freeway she pulled up Annabel’s skirt and leaned down to begin slurping at Annabel’s sopping-wet cunt. They continued to 69 all the way home.

When they finally pulled up in front of the house, they quickly adjourned inside, where Annabel got to live out her fantasy from earlier in the day: Kim sat on her face while Carla fucked her vigorously with a strap-on.

Afterward Kim begged to be fucked as well, and Carla obliged, bending her over and taking her from behind. For awhile Annabel just watched in a languid, post-orgasmic haze; sex seemed like some remote, abstract idea that she had only a vague interest in. But eventually she started to feel that familiar tingle between her legs and climbed back onto the bed, spreading her legs and presenting her pussy to Kim for attention.

Carla grinned at this, happy with the way that Annabel had progressed from being completely passive to sometimes showing initiative, while still remaining completely obedient. She pounded into Kim hard, pushing the Asian girl’s face into Annabel’s crotch with every thrust. Kim started panting, then making her little squeaking noise, then came like a freight train, falling forward onto Annabel.

Finally Carla outfitted Annabel with a face dildo and had her kneel down. Taking hold of the shaft, Carla pushed the dildo into herself, biting her lip as the head penetrated her. She took it long and slow, luxuriating in the sensation, coming several times before pushing Annabel away.

Sitting back in her chair Carla lit up a joint and took a deep, contemplative draw. She passed it to Kim, who toked and handed it along to Annabel. Still coughing, Kim said, “I really need to get going.” She hugged and kissed Carla and Annabel, and was still blowing kisses as she disappeared out the door.

For awhile Carla and Annabel just sat there, smoking and gazing out at the ocean and the night sky. Getting high usually made Carla horny, but at the moment she was far beyond that. Looking down at Annabel, she wondered again how her stepmother could ever go back to the life she’d been living before. It didn’t seem at all possible; things were going to have to change, and it wouldn’t be easy.

But not tonight. Tonight, everything was fine. Annabel leaned her head on Carla’s thigh as Carla took the last puff and ground the joint out in an ashtray.


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 58

After removing her fur coat and carefully setting it down on a small table, Blair gently touched the cool surface of the ruler to Annabel’s rump. Just for a second Annabel imagined that this had all been a put-on — she wasn’t really going to be publicly punished by this woman she’d just met. Then, in one swift motion, Blair lifted the ruler and brought it down on Annabel’s ass with a loud smack.

Annabel yelped, more from surprise than from pain. In fact as Blair continued to spank her, it transpired that the ruler didn’t really hurt that much, although it made a satisfying noise and turned her butt bright red. Blair, sensing that Annabel was a newbie, had mercifully chosen an instrument of punishment that would be visually and aurally satisfying without being overly painful.

In between blows on the rear, Blair gave Annabel little smacks on the inner thighs that gradually moved closer and closer to her crotch. Annabel’s pussy grew hotter and hotter until it felt like she had a glowing ember between her legs, throbbing with need and desperate for attention.

Blair took her time with the spanking, playing to the crowd, and finished with a series of heavy whacks that made Annabel whimper, for the first time, in genuine discomfort. Then she put the ruler down and walked over in front of Annabel, coming close so that she was looking down into Annabel’s naked, wet pussy. Giving a good spanking always made Blair so excited, and apparently the recipient was pretty worked up too.

Leaning forward, Blair ran her tongue across Annabel’s inner thigh. Annabel trembled and stiffened, straining slightly against her bonds. Then she groaned as Blair’s tongue stabbed between her pussy lips. It felt huge inside her, like it was pushing up (actually down) against her stomach.

Blair stepped forward a few inches and planted her feet in a wide straddle so that Annabel’s head was between her legs. Her musky odor flooded Annabel’s nostrils, making Annabel’s head swim even more than it already was. After a few seconds Blair reached down and pulled the strip of fabric covering her crotch to one side. It was clear what she wanted, and Annabel wanted it too. There was no point being coy about it now, with Blair’s pubic hair tickling her nose. Annabel extended her tongue and began to lick Blair’s pussy for all she was worth.

The crowd watched raptly as the two blondes, one hanging upside-down, pleasured each other. Blair’s body was mostly hidden from the audience by Annabel’s, but they could see pretty much everything in the mirror. Carla and Kim craned their heads for a better look; Carla licked her lips and put a hand on Kim’s knee, while Kim reached down and began to rub herself.

Blair and Annabel were both massively aroused, so it wasn’t long before they both came, more or less simultaneously. Blair was taken by surprise by the force of the climax that hit her; her knees buckled, and she might have fallen if she hadn’t held on to Annabel for support. Annabel had already been lightheaded and now found herself in a fugue state, hovering somewhere between consciousness and oblivion.

It was a pleasant place to be, though, so she was a little disappointed when Blair untied her feet and turned the platform so she was on her back again. After unfastening Annabel, Blair helped her to sit up, then stand. For a minute Annabel stood there onstage, skirt still hiked up around her waist, wobbling on her heels and smiling shyly as a huge wave of applause washed over her.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 57

They had been waiting for the better part of an hour and were on their third round of drinks — good strong drinks, too, not your usual nightclub pour — when the music went down and a spotlight was switched on. In the sudden brightness Annabel could now see that the entire wall behind the stage was covered by an enormous mirror, which made it seem like there was a second club over there with identical patrons.

A figure appeared at the back of the stage and began to walk toward them. It was a woman, of course — a tall, imperious-looking blonde in her late 30s or early 40s with the physique and demeanor of an Amazon. Her outfit, a floor-length fur coat hanging open over a black leather bikini, would have looked preposterous on almost anyone else. But on her it was staggeringly sexy. She also wore heels even taller than Annabel’s, but unlike Annabel she walked with complete self-assurance.

The crowd applauded as she stood before a microphone at the front of the stage. “Welcome, everyone,” she said, and there was another, louder round of applause. “How is everyone tonight?” There was a chorus of cheers, yells, and whistles. “Glad to hear it. Well, as always, let’s begin with the audience participation part of the show.”

She picked up a glass bowl that had been sitting on a stool to her left and plunged one hand inside. After a few seconds she pulled it out and held up a number to the crowd. “72,” she said.

Everyone in the crowd looked around to see who was wearing that number. It took Annabel a few seconds to figure out that it was her. People started applauding as more and more eyes turned to look at her, and Carla jerked her head in the direction of the stage. Finally Annabel understood that she was expected to go up there.

Heart pounding, Annabel stood up and began to make her way toward the stage. She moved slowly because she was having trouble walking on the warehouse’s uneven floor, but it seemed like she was being dramatic, and the crowd ate it up.

There were steps at stage right and Annabel walked up to them, then paused. They were high enough that she didn’t feel sure she could climb them. The woman onstage came over to offer a hand, and with her assistance Annabel was able to make it up.

The woman leaned toward Annabel to be heard over the din of the crowd. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” When Annabel told her she said, “I’m Blair. It’s nice to meet you. You’re new here, hmmm?” Annabel nodded. Blair took her by the hand and led her to the other side of the stage. “Lay down for me here, would you?”

Blair indicated a sort of platform with obvious places for her head and feet. Annabel stretched herself out as desired; the surface was hard but not uncomfortable. Blair lifted Annabel’s hands over her head and bound them to the platform with built-in restraints. She then maneuvered a few levers and the platform began to move, lifting and then rotating. When it stopped moving Annabel found herself upside-down with her feet in the air, facing away from the audience, but still able to see them in the mirror.

Only the part of the platform supporting the top half of Annabel’s body had moved, so her loose legs were sticking straight up into the air. But with her yoga-built core strength she had no problem supporting herself in that position until Blair clicked each of her ankles into metal cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling.

Annabel’s dress was tight enough that even in this position — hanging upside-down with her legs apart — it hadn’t budged an inch. Blair now began to roll it slowly up — or actually down — over her thighs. Annabel felt herself being exposed inch by inch. Soon the dress was up around her hips, meaning that she was naked from the waist down — or in this position, the waist up — with her backside facing the audience and her pubic hair clearly visible in the mirror.

Feeling the blood begin to rush into her head, Annabel squinted at the mirror, trying to find Carla and Kim among the crowd. When she finally located them she saw Carla lean over and whisper something in Kim’s ear, and they both laughed.

Blair, meanwhile, had opened a trunk at the side of the stage and begun to rummage through it. After a minute she emerged holding a metal yardstick. Suddenly realizing what that meant, Annabel gulped. Seemingly every day she was debased in some new way. Now she found herself hanging upside-down, her nether regions exposed, about to be punished in public for no reason by a complete stranger.

Playing to the crowd, Blair waved the ruler through the air, watching it bend and bobble. That looks like it’s going to hurt, thought Annabel; but despite this, or maybe because of it, she felt her pussy moistening.

Looking over at her stepdaughter again, Annabel found herself wondering if she’d really been chosen at random, or if Carla had prearranged this. She never did find out.


Thursday, August 3, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 56

A low red sun was hovering on the horizon as the three of them climbed into Carla’s car — Carla and Kim in the front, Annabel in back. As they pulled out of the driveway Annabel slunk down in the seat, feeling self-conscious about how she looked.

Seeing this, Carla told her to sit up. “You look gorgeous,” she said. “Stop hiding.”

About 45 minutes later they pulled into a parking lot next to a warehouse on the outskirts of Van Nuys. Although it felt like the middle of nowhere, there were quite a few cars in the lot and a bunch of people walking toward the warehouse. Upon closer examination they were all women of various ages, many of them wearing eye-catching outfits, some practically naked.

Annabel sat for a few seconds wondering where they were and what was happening, then was snapped out of her reverie when Carla opened the door next to her, leaned into the car, and clipped the leash onto her collar. Carla tugged on the leash and next thing she knew Annabel was being led across the parking lot, wobbling on her high heels, blushing bright crimson at being paraded around in public this way.

But then she noticed that she was not the only one on a leash — there were two others nearby. Looking around at the crowd, Annabel saw that all shapes, sizes, and colors were represented, but every single one of them seemed somehow glamorous. There was a certain pride in the way everyone moved, including those who — like Annabel — were in a subservient role.

As they entered they stopped at a table that held a stack of papers. Carla picked one up for herself and handed one to Annabel. It was a single double-sided sheet covered with very small print, with a place for a signature at the bottom.

“What’s this?” asked Annabel.

“Just a standard waiver,” said Carla, with a nonchalant shake of her head. “Nothing to worry about. Just sign it.”

Annabel hesitated for a moment. Her father had always told her never to sign anything without reading every word of it first. She looked up from the paper at Carla, who gazed back at her impassively. Then again, her father wouldn’t approve of any aspect of the situation that she currently found herself in. Shrugging, Annabel sat the paper down and added her signature.

When they handed in their signed sheets, the girl behind the table gave each of them a necklace with a number on it. Carla and Kim both immediately put theirs on, so Annabel followed suit; they were numbers 71, 72, and 73.

From the outside the warehouse had appeared rundown and abandoned, but inside it looked like a nightclub, though a sparsely decorated one. There was a bar to their left and a darkened stage to the right; the space between was occupied by tables, each with a single candle burning on top. That seemed to be about the only light there was; the dimness gave the room an atmosphere of romantic mystery.

They found a table and Kim went to get drinks while Carla sat Annabel down, snapped off her leash, and laid it down on the table. Annabel looked around wondering what people must be thinking of her, a mature woman who was clearly the sexual plaything of two younger girls. But no one seemed to be paying attention to her; in fact the club had a surprising air of normality, despite the many collars and restraints visible, the number of women dressed in leather, rubber, or vinyl.

Music was playing on the sound system, and a few people were dancing. Carla and Kim chatted eagerly, looking full of anticipation, as Annabel studied the stage. It was hard to see clearly in the low light, but it seemed to hold various pieces of mechanical apparatus that she could not begin to guess at the function of. She sat there tapping her fingers, sipping her drink, wondering somewhat nervously what the night might have in store.


Monday, July 31, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 55

Annabel woke up squishy wet between the legs. She must have had a sexy dream, she thought.

She gazed over at Carla, who was sleeping next to her, mostly uncovered. Annabel was very tempted to lean down and start sucking Carla’s nipples, but then Carla rolled over onto her side facing away, and Annabel saw that they were not alone. Kim was snoozing away on Carla’s other side, and Annabel realized that there must have been more activity in this bed after she’d fallen asleep.

For a minute Annabel felt a little put out, wondering what she had missed. But, she told herself, there was still the whole day to look forward to.

After sliding out of bed Annabel put on her robe and went downstairs to make some tea. She was so horny that she thought about masturbating, but she really wanted to fuck somebody, so she kept herself distracted with web surfing until Carla and Kim finally appeared, still gloriously naked, just before noon.

To Annabel’s disappointment, though, neither of them appeared interested in sex, even after Annabel let her robe fall open and sat with her legs spread. Instead, they had bowls of cereal and headed out to the deck, where they spent most of the afternoon sunbathing in the nude. Annabel joined them for awhile, hoping that something might kick off, but neither Carla or Kim made a move, and Annabel was still a little too shy to initiate anything herself.

Eventually Annabel gave up and went to the upstairs bathroom to finger herself, but it didn’t help, just made her that much more aroused. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Carla was standing there at the top of the stairs dressed in nothing but a thin sheen of sweat. A whole fantasy ran through Annabel’s mind in a flash: Carla would order her to her knees, step forward, push Annabel’s face into her crotch and make Annabel lick her pussy right there in the hallway. Then she’d take Annabel into the bedroom, tie her up, and fuck her with a strap-on while Kim sat on her face.

But none of that happened. Instead Carla — oblivious to Annabel’s look of pleading neediness — said firmly, “Get cleaned up. We’re going out tonight.”

Obediently, Annabel showered, shaved, and powdered, then presented herself for inspection. Carla nodded approvingly, then she and Kim worked together to squeeze Annabel into a dress that they’d bought the day before, a skintight leather sheath that showed a lot of cleavage and barely came down to midthigh. With this dress no underwear was necessary, or even possible, but they added a garter belt and Annabel’s highest heels to the outfit.

Between the wobbly heels and the constricting dress Annabel could barely walk, but it wasn’t like she was going to need to get anywhere in a hurry. Kim took her by the arm and led her slowly into the bathroom. Rummaging through the makeup kit she’d brought, Kim brought out dark eye shadow and black lipstick, which she used to complete Annabel’s look.

When she looked into the mirror Annabel barely recognized the bondage queen staring back at her. She looked very sexy and quite formidable, like a whole different person. Kim came up behind her, kissed Annabel on the neck, then gently licked her ear, making her shiver and causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. “You look yummy,” whispered Kim.

Carla and Kim also dressed for the occasion, but their outfits were conservative by comparison. Kim wore a simple white dress, while Carla matched a black leather skirt with a black tank top. In her heels Annabel was almost as tall as Carla, which felt funny.

When Carla saw Annabel stepping gingerly down the stairs, holding tight to the banister for support, her heart skipped a beat. Annabel had never looked so smoking hot, and Carla gave serious thought to blowing off their plans and fucking her stepmother right there and then. She’d wanted to all day but held off to make sure Annabel would be in a heightened state of sexual tension. In the process she’d managed to make herself frustrated too. But she was sure it would be worth it in the end.

Shaking her head, Carla made herself look away and turned toward the front door. As they were leaving Annabel started to remove her collar, but Carla stopped her. “Entirely appropriate for where we’re going,” she said with a devilish grin.


Friday, July 28, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 54

The sun was setting as Carla and Annabel drove home from the mall. They listened to some mellow music, saying little, feeling relaxed and contented. Annabel yawned, stretched, and let her head fall back onto the headrest. Images of their tryst in the lingerie store drifted through her mind; she could still taste Farah on her lips.

After dinner Annabel went into the living room to read while Carla took her iPad out onto the back deck. But after an hour or so Carla found herself thinking back on the day’s shenanigans and getting incredibly turned on.

Heading into the living room, Carla took Annabel’s book out of her hands and sat it down on the coffee table. After stripping Annabel naked, Carla licked her from head to toe, spending a little extra time on the good parts.

Afterward Carla took Annabel upstairs and fucked her good and hard with a strap-on, after which Annabel rolled over and immediately fell fast asleep. Carla was momentarily frustrated — she kind of wanted to have her pussy licked, and thought about waking her stepmother up for that purpose. But Annabel looked so blissfully content laying there that Carla decided to leave her be.

Instead Carla texted Kim — “Need you here. Now.” — threw on jeans and a T-shirt, and headed out to the deck. On the way she poured herself a tall vodka tonic with lime.

Outside Carla sat watching the water and the moon, idly sipping her drink and letting her mind wander. How long was it, she asked herself, since she and Annabel had gotten involved? It seemed like years but had been only weeks. Thinking of the future she realized, dimly, that eventually this summer was going to have to end. Carla would have to go back to school, and what would Annabel do then? Would she be able to go back to the way things had been before?

Carla hoped not. Annabel deserved more, she was sure of that.

After awhile Carla moved back inside and when Kim arrived she found Carla in the living room, shorts down around one ankle, quietly fingering herself. One look in Carla’s eyes told Kim what was wanted of her, and without a word she dropped to her knees and began licking Carla’s pussy.

It only took a minute for Carla to come, sensitized as she was. Taking a deep breath, she pushed Kim away, taking a minute to feel the pleasure tingling through her body. Then she stood Kim up, took her by the hand, and led her upstairs.

In the bedroom Carla broke out her water pipe and they smoked some of the weed that Carla had gotten from Katya. It was great stuff, and within a few minutes they were both high as kites, a hazy cloud of smoke hovering in the air.

Pulling off Kim’s clothes, Carla laid her down on the bed and climbed into 69 position on top of her. For a long interval they ate each other slowly and blissfully as Annabel slept on right beside them.


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 53

Watching through the window, Carla saw Farah straighten up when she heard the shop door open. She stepped down out of the window and walked over toward Annabel; the two of them exchanged greetings and a few sentences passed between them.

From her angle Carla couldn’t see Annabel’s face, but could tell that her stepmother was having a hard time meeting the younger woman's eyes. She was just starting to worry that Annabel had chickened out when she saw Farah’s expression change rapidly — first shocked, then thoughtful, then a broad smile began to spread across her face.

Moving quickly and quietly, Carla slipped inside the shop and closed and locked the door behind her. Farah looked over at her. “I figured you had to be around here somewhere,” she said, walking to the door and turning the sign around to say “Closed.” Gesturing to Carla and Annabel she said, “Come with me.”

She led them to the back of the shop, where there was an office/break room with a desk, couch, and refrigerator. Farah opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne. “We always keep one on chill for special occasions,” she said.

Farah popped open the bottle and poured a glass for herself and one for Carla; Annabel’s mouth would be otherwise occupied for a while. They clinked glasses. “I had a feeling about you two,” said Farah. “I thought you’d be back.”

Sitting down on the couch, Farah rolled up her pink skirt, pulled off her white thong, and leaned back with her legs splayed open. She was surprisingly hairy down there, her pussy almost hidden behind an abundant thatch of curls. But she seemed completely at ease in her body; her manner was totally self-confident, as if random customers offered themselves to her all the time. And maybe they did, thought Carla; she was certainly a delicious specimen.

“Well,” said Farah to Annabel, “let’s see what you’ve got.”

Carla smiled; this was working out better than she could have imagined. She hung back as Annabel stepped forward. Annabel could hardly believe she was doing this, but promises had been made, and Farah’s pussy was beckoning her. She dropped to her knees.

Farah took Annabel’s chin in her hands and leaned forward for a kiss. “I love this job,” she said, more to Carla than to Annabel. “You meet so many interesting people.” She used one hand to guide Annabel’s head down between her legs. 

Annabel took a deep breath and dove in. Here she was again, going down on a virtual stranger. This seemed to be a regular part of her life now, with Carla calling the shots, but it was hard to complain too much; Farah’s cunt was musky, exquisite, and full of flavor.

Carla sipped her champagne and watched, feeling proud at how well-trained Annabel was. She was even prouder when, a short time later, Farah — who had been nonchalant at first — was forced to sit her glass down and lean her head back on the couch, trembling visibly as Annabel tongue-fucked her.

There was something haughty in Farah’s bearing, as if being serviced by everyone she came across was simply her just desserts. Seeing this made Carla want to bring her down a notch. Stepping forward, Carla put a hand on Annabel’s shoulder and pulled her back slightly, indicating that she was to slow down.

Bending over, Carla reached down and pulled off Farah’s top, revealing a very expensive-looking black lace bra. She unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, then spent a minute squeezing and fondling Farah’s breasts. They were smaller than hers and Annabel’s, but still quite nice, with thick nipples that Carla pinched and rolled between her fingers.

Farah looked up somewhat dreamily as Carla shucked off her own top and bra, bringing her right breast to Farah’s mouth. Annabel was still down between Farah’s thighs, but taking her time now, paying attention to the younger woman’s thighs and belly as well as her pussy. 

Carla took turns feeding Farah each of her tits, gripping Farah’s head firmly with one hand. When Annabel took a first tentative lick at Farah’s clit, she went completely limp. Taking hold of Farah’s shoulders, Carla rolled her over so she was laying across the couch on her back; and before she could even think of resisting, she had a faceful of Carla’s pussy.

Responding instinctively, Farah extended her tongue and took a big slurp of nectar from between Carla’s pussy lips. Carla let her full weight sink down onto Farah, bending forward and nuzzling her face into the Persian girl’s ample black pubic fuzz. She nodded to indicate that Annabel was dismissed, for the time being at least. 

Annabel picked up Farah’s abandoned glass of champagne and took a long pull. Now it was her turn to watch for awhile. She saw Farah’s black-haired head moving between Carla’s legs, saw Carla penetrate Farah with one finger, then two, then three. 

Farah came first, quivering all over, moaning into Carla’s crotch. Then Carla came, then Farah again. At this point Carla sat up and ground down with all her strength onto Farah’s face, boobs bouncing as she built toward another orgasm.

This one seemed to satisfy her; she climbed off Farah, who lay there looking dazed and disheveled. Carla wasn’t quite done, though. Taking hold of Annabel, Carla sat her down on the couch and positioned her so her crotch was close to Farah’s head. Next, Carla rolled Farah over onto her stomach, grabbed a big handful of her hair, and pushed her face into Annabel’s pussy.

Carla saw to it that Farah pleasured Annabel thoroughly before releasing her. Afterward they polished off the bottle of champagne without saying much. As Carla and Annabel dressed to leave, Farah smiled up at them weakly. “Thanks,” she said. “Come again.”


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 52

Carla invited Dylan to spend the night, but she declined. In the aftermath of their intense and passionate three-way, Dylan seemed a little embarrassed, like she had gone too far. Carla thought that was silly, but she understood that not everyone felt as free as she did about indulging their desires.

Annabel and Carla slept deeply and contentedly, feeling all the closer for having shared this new experience together. Annabel had a sexy dream where her whole yoga class was naked, and woke up wet and horny. But she found herself alone in bed. She threw on a robe and headed down the stairs, smelling the aroma of the strong coffee Carla favored wafting up from the kitchen.

It was another sunny, beautiful day and they were both in ebullient moods. They had no particular plans for the day and were absolutely free to do as they pleased; so of course they decided to go shopping.

They showered, dressed, and headed to the mall. As they walked in Annabel found herself wondering if people could tell just by looking at them that they had a special relationship. Or did they just look like any two women off to spend some money?

One of their first stops was at the lingerie shop, where they were served by an absolutely ravishing young woman in her mid-20s. Her nametag said “Farah” and she had that classic Persian look: dark hair, dark eyes, and smooth, light brown skin. She was very friendly, helpful, even a little flirty. 

At first, Carla and Annabel were the only customers, and Farah was very attentive, handing clothes into the fitting room for them. Carla took advantage of the privacy to fondle Annabel, pinching her nipples, cupping her breasts, and briefly fingering her pussy. She hoped that Farah might walk in on them, but so such luck; the shop was filling up, and Farah found herself dividing her attention between a half-dozen women. 

When they checked out, Farah apologized, saying that her co-worker had called in sick and left her to look after the shop by herself. Carla walked away with several new pairs of panties, while Annabel got a garter belt and stockings that Carla had picked out for her.

They spent the rest of the day shopping for clothes and shoes, taking time for a long, leisurely lunch at an Asian fusion restaurant and mani/pedis at the mall’s most expensive spa. Several times they made trips back to the car to drop off their accumulated packages. They spent a lot of time in fitting rooms, and Carla molested her stepmother every chance she got, with the result that Annabel’s nipples were visibly hard all day and her panties were constantly soaked.

Carla loved watching people watch Annabel, knowing that this beautiful woman who so many lusted after was entirely under her dominion. She fantasized about parading Annabel around the mall naked, collared, and leashed, offering to her anyone who wanted her. Or to anyone Carla thought deserved her, which was something else entirely.

At the end of the day, as they made their way back to the parking lot, they passed by the lingerie shop again. Farah was in the window, bent over, fussing with the window display. In this position her short black skirt was riding up, revealing her strong, shapely thighs and the bottom part of her ass.

For a minute Carla and Annabel just stood and watched, hypnotized by what they were seeing. But Carla’s mind was racing, planning. She craned her head to look into the shop; there were no customers inside. The sign on the door still said “Open,” but closing time was fast approaching.

“Go in there and offer yourself to that girl,” said Carla.

“Huh?” responded Annabel.

“I want you to go in there,” repeated Carla. “Tell her she’s pretty, and offer to lick her pussy.”

Annabel blushed at the mere thought of what was being suggested. “I...I couldn’t....”

Carla’s expression turned cold and hard. “You want to walk home? Do as I tell you.” When Annabel looked like she was about to start crying, Carla took pity on her. “Look, what’s the worst that could happen? She says no, we go home.” Glancing back over at Farah — who had now bent over even more, revealing a bit of thong — Carla added, “On the other hand....”

Annabel felt a surge of electricity between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage, opened the door, and stepped inside.


Monday, July 17, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 51

Maneuvering Dylan in such a way that she was laying atop Annabel, face to face with their boobs pressed together, Carla leaned over to retrieve two pairs of handcuffs from the bedside table. She cuffed Dylan’s left wrist to Annabel’s right and vice versa, slipped a blindfold onto Dylan’s head, and sat back to admire her handiwork. The two older women were now naked, bound, blind, and completely at her disposal.

Carla grabbed her favorite strap-on and equipped herself. She intended to fuck Dylan senseless, but first she wanted a taste of that beautiful red-haired pussy. She crawled down to the foot of the bed, pausing to take a deep breath of the mingled smells rising from between Dylan and Annabel’s legs. Then she spread Dylan’s legs wide, parted Dylan’s labia with her thumbs, and stuck her tongue deep inside.

Dylan whimpered and wriggled, lifting her hips slightly as Carla licked her all over, relishing the taste of her pussy juice. Since she was there already Carla went ahead and fingered Annabel as well, enjoying the way her stepmother writhed in response.

When she sensed that Dylan was on the brink of orgasm Carla pulled herself away. Dylan was so delicious that it was hard to stop, but Carla had other things in mind. She got onto her knees and pointed the tip of the strap-on at the gap between Dylan’s pussy lips.

Dylan and Annabel had been kissing on and off all this time, and Dylan moaned into Annabel’s mouth when Carla penetrated her. Holding Dylan’s hips with both hands, Carla gave it to her good and hard, planting one foot on the floor for better leverage. Dylan’s cries rose in pitch, volume, and intensity as Carla kept up a steady rhythm, bearing down a little more with each thrust.

When Dylan came she barked out “Oh, fuck,” then went quiet and limp, letting her full weight sink down onto Annabel. Annabel rather enjoyed the feeling of Dylan’s body pressing down on her. She enjoyed it even more when she felt the shaft of the strap-on pushing into her. Now it was Annabel’s turn to tremble and moan as Dylan kissed and licked her neck and ears.

When Annabel came Carla went back to fucking Dylan. She kept alternating until she was pretty sure both of them had had about as much as they could take. As she removed the strap-on Carla savored the sight of the two naked women laying there docile and sated, glistening with sweat. Only one thing remained on her agenda. 

Removing Dylan and Annabel’s blindfolds, Carla positioned herself so that her crotch was right next to their heads. They both had to contort themselves a little to get to Carla’s pussy, but they did it happily, glad to be able to return some of the pleasure she had given them.


Thursday, July 13, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 50

Back in the house, Carla indicated to Annabel that she was to kneel, and hooked the leash into her collar. Annabel blushed again, wondering what Dylan must be thinking of all this, afraid to meet her eyes.

Carla took Dylan by the arm and led her up the stairs; Annabel followed behind on her hands and knees, watching the asses in front of her sway. Dylan looked back at the pretty blonde, leashed and collared, crawling up the stairs led by her stepdaughter. This was one kinky scene, alright, but there was no pretending it wasn’t turning her on; her pussy was dripping.

Once they reached Carla’s bedroom, she handed the leash to Dylan and took a seat to see what would transpire. Dylan slid the straps of her dress down off her shoulders and let them fall; the dress slipped down to reveal a white lace bra, which Dylan reached behind her to unhook, holding the leash between her teeth.

Dylan’s breasts were round and firm and her nipples stood up proudly. She pulled Annabel to her and tugged upward on the leash, bringing Annabel up onto her knees. 

With one hand Dylan guided Annabel’s head to her chest; Annabel went willingly, inhaling the musky scent of Dylan’s flesh. Carla moved from the chair to the bed for a better angle as Annabel closed her lips around Dylan’s left nipple. Dylan sighed; she was highly sensitized, magnifying every impulse from every nerve. The feeling of Annabel’s mouth on her breast went straight to her head, making her a little woozy.

She sat down on the chair Carla had just vacated, again pulling Annabel to her. This time Dylan guided Annabel to her right breast. Carla sat watching intently, enjoying every second of this, yet also eager for the next step.

It came soon enough. Again holding the leash in her mouth, Dylan lifted her hips and slid her dress down and off, leaving her in only sheer white panties. A hint of red hair was visible through the thin fabric. When she spread her legs, it was clear that the thin strip of fabric covering her crotch was soaked in pussy juice; even from a distance, Carla could smell her wetness.

Annabel took a deep breath. She wasn’t quite sure what to do next. She looked over at Carla, back at Dylan; everyone seemed to be waiting on her to make the next move. So after leaning down to place a kiss on Dylan’s mons, taking a moment to savor the delectable scent rising from between the redhead’s legs, Annabel took hold of Dylan's panties and pulled them off.

Dylan had a gorgeous triangle of copper-red pubic curls. The carpet definitely matches the drapes, Carla thought. For a moment she and Annabel just gaped at the lovely creature before them. Then Dylan again tugged at the leash.

Annabel didn’t need much encouragement at this point. As her head moved down between Dylan’s legs her ass raised up into the air, and Carla reached over to lift her skirt. Dylan leaned back in the chair, opening her legs all the way as Annabel began to lick her.

Standing, Carla planted one foot on the floor between Annabel’s legs in such a way that her shin was pressed against Annabel’s crotch. Annabel gasped and rubbed her pussy against Carla’s leg, leaving a snail trail of wetness on Carla’s skin.

Overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pleasure, Annabel dropped her head. This prompted Dylan to hand the leash to Carla, who yanked it hard to lift Annabel’s head, pointing her once again toward Dylan’s cunt. Doing her best to concentrate, Annabel resumed servicing the redhead while still grinding her own crotch against Carla's leg.

Stripping off her T-shirt and bra, Carla leaned forward slightly to offer her breasts to Dylan. Dylan responded enthusiastically, sucking Carla’s hard nipples and then clamping them between her teeth. But after a minute she lost focus as a climax hit her.

Dylan was highly orgasmic, apparently — her whole body quivered, right down to her eyeballs, and she let out a guttural moan as her head fell heavily onto the back of the chair. For a minute she just lay there staring up at the ceiling with a far-away expression on her face.

When she looked down again, she discovered that Carla had laid Annabel down on the bed face-up, blindfolded and nipple-clamped with her hands bound to the bedposts over her head. Carla was holding Annabel’s legs apart and her pink pussy beckoned to Dylan through the crotchless panties. Carla looked over at Dylan and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, Well, you wanted it — here it is.

Dylan positioned herself at the foot of the bed and bent down to kiss and lick Annabel’s belly, pelvis, inner thighs. Annabel whimpered and her body spasmed with pleasure, but Carla held her firmly, pinning her knees to the bed so Dylan had complete access to her crotch.

Dylan extended her tongue and ever-so-gently touched it to Annabel’s vulva. This time Annabel bucked so fiercely that Carla couldn’t hold her, so Carla gave up and let her go. Her hips and legs thrashed as Dylan tongue-fucked her, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. Dylan wrapped an arm around Annabel’s thigh, spread her pussy lips, and drove inside, intoxicated by Annabel’s heady taste and smell.

Carla tugged on the chain connecting Annabel’s nipple clamps, adding a little dash of pain to the pleasure she was feeling. Annabel gasped but a second later was moaning again as Dylan penetrated her with two fingers. Carla continued to torture Annabel’s nipples as Dylan fingered her, until finally Dylan began to lap at Annabel’s clit, sending her over the edge.

Releasing the clamps, Carla leaned down to suck one nipple as the orgasm rippled through Annabel’s trembling frame. As Dylan stretched forward to suck the other, her eyes met Carla’s and a look passed between them. There was desire in that look, and mutual recognition, but also a little bit of suspicion — they were still sizing each other up. 

Something about Dylan had gotten Carla’s attention. It wasn’t necessarily that she was resistant, or defiant — she seemed content to let Carla dictate how the situation evolved. But there was some core of strength in Dylan that Carla instinctively took as a challenge. She liked a challenge, though, and looked forward to seeing what might unfold.