Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 9

Carla enjoyed looking down at the strap-on moving in and out of Annabel’s mouth. It was always fun making a girl suck cock, and her stepmother was no different. Carla thrust her hips forward until almost the whole shaft disappeared, enjoying the wide-eyed and somewhat desperate look on Annabel’s face as she tried to take it all in.

Then it was time for the main event. Carla pulled out and positioned herself between Annabel’s legs, letting the tip of the strap-on rest gently against her stepmother's pussy lips.

Carla loved this part. In this position she had all the power. Annabel instinctively arched her back to try and get the dildo inside her, and Carla let it start to slide in. Annabel was so wet that there was no resistance whatsoever; she let out a guttural “Unnnnh” as the thick head of the strap-on penetrated her.

Shifting her weight back, Carla pulled the tip out again. Annabel whimpered pathetically and looked up at Carla with pleading eyes. “What?” said Carla. “What do you want?”

For a few seconds Annabel was completely lost. She needed it, desperately, right now. But she didn’t know what she was supposed to say. And then, all at once, she knew exactly what Carla wanted to hear.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Please. Fuck me fuck me fuck me.”

“That’s better,” said Carla, and in one motion drove the strap-on all the way in. Annabel gasped. She had never had anything this big inside her before. For the first few seconds it hurt, but then she started to get used to it, and then it started to feel good. Really, really good. Carla slowly pulled almost all the way out, then abruptly slammed the dildo home again in one forceful motion. She grinned as she watched Annabel’s eyes roll back in her head.

“Oh, Jesus,” barked Annabel.

“What does he have to do with this?” said Carla. She thought that was pretty funny, but Annabel was way too preoccupied to laugh. Parts of her deep inside were being touched, parts that had never been touched before. She felt like every last cubic millimeter in there was being filled up, like the tip of the dildo was pressing up into her stomach. She gritted her teeth as Carla began to assume a steady in-and-out rhythm.

At this point Carla decided it was time to mix things up a little bit. Taking the chain that connected the nipple clamps in her teeth, she jerked her head back. 

Annabel’s whole body stiffened as the jolt of pain spread through her. With her eyes closed, she had been taken completely by surprise, and for a second it looked like she was going to cry. Carla almost felt bad, but she knew that Annabel needed a little toughening up if she was going to truly experience the kind of pleasure Carla was capable of giving her.

Keeping the chain between her teeth, Carla skillfully brought Annabel right to the brink of orgasm and kept her there for a long time. She knew exactly how to push the older woman’s buttons: A little pleasure, a little pain, a little more pleasure, a little more pain. 

Eventually Annabel started to feel like she was losing her mind. She’d gotten so close, so many times, and then Carla would stop fucking her and yank the chain, causing a wave of agony to ripple out from her nipples to the rest of her body. Annabel strained against her bonds, trying to stimulate her clit enough to finish the job, but it was pointless. Carla was in total control.

Finally Carla decided that Annabel had had enough. “Do you want to come?” she asked.

Annabel nodded eagerly. “Yes.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress,” answered Annabel. “Oh God, yes, please please please.”

“Very well,” said Carla. Unhooking one nipple clamp, she wrapped the chain around her hand so it would keep a nice little tension on the other nipple. Then she took the newly freed nipple into her mouth and with a few short, sharp strokes of the dildo sent Annabel over the edge.


Friday, January 27, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 8

After Carla had her third orgasm, she sat back in her chair and sighed happily. “You’re starting to get the hang of this,” she said to Annabel. “I might keep you around for awhile.” Annabel grinned like a little girl who’s just been given a gold star. It was clear that she was starting to place a very high value on Carla’s opinion.

Carla had a naturally dominant personality, and over the years there had been no shortage of girls who were willing to be her plaything. But they never lasted more than a month or two; Carla got bored and moved on. Often it was their very submissiveness – the quality that had attracted Carla to them in the first place – that she got tired of. She wanted to be in charge, but she also wanted some pushback to keep things interesting; but it had to be done in a certain way, or she didn’t like it. It was complicated.

And in any case, Carla didn’t really want a serious relationship. She felt that she was too young, and having way too much fun, for anything like that. She was happy to play the field and go where her whims and her libido carried her.

When Carla stood and walked over to get a glass of water, Annabel remained on her knees on the floor, unsure of what to do next. Carla smiled to herself; her stepmother was so obedient and malleable, it was really kind of adorable.

“You can get up,” said Carla. Annabel did, blushing as she suddenly realized how far she had surrendered herself in such a short time. Carla handed her the half-full water glass and she gratefully accepted it and drank it down.

Carla took Annabel by the hand. “Come with me.”

She led Annabel upstairs to the bedroom, where she stripped off the older woman’s bra and panties, revealing stiff nipples and matted blond pubic hair. Wrapping one hand around Annabel”s waist, Carla kissed her stepmother, slowly leaning her weight forward until she pushed Annabel down onto the bed. She pushed one knee between Annabel’s legs and Annabel humped it shamelessly, her pussy desperate for attention after all the time she’d spent servicing Carla.

So Annabel was disappointed when Carla pulled away and stood up. She whined audibly, which made Carla smirk. This woman was really and truly putty in her hands.

Carla walked over to the bedside table where she kept her toys and supplies. She got out a leather restraint and attached it to Annabel’s left wrist. Annabel looked surprised, confused, and a little uneasy, but she didn’t pull her hand away. After fastening the restraint to a bedpost, Carla proceeded to bind Annabel’s other wrist and both ankles, then stood back to survey her handiwork.

Annabel was spread out in an X shape, all four limbs firmly lashed to the corners of the bed. There was only one thing missing, Carla decided. She rummaged through the crowded drawer until she found a set of nipple clamps. Sitting down on the side of the bed, she leaned over and stroked, sucked, and tweaked the nipple closest to her until it was absolutely as hard as possible. Then she snapped on the clamp. 

Annabel bit her lip and whimpered. This was the first time that Carla had taken her over the line into actual pain – although it was mild pain, which at the same time was kind of exciting, and thus not really painful. Her nipple throbbed and tingled, and this vibration translated itself all through her body and down between her legs.

Carla gave the other nipple the same treatment, then returned to the drawer for her favorite strap-on. It was black, thick, and long, with a bulbous head and a soft, leathery texture. Carla wondered if Annabel had ever even seen a strap-on before. Probably not. She was in some ways such an innocent, even though she was almost ten years Carla’s senior.

Positioning herself dead-center in Annabel’s line of sight, Carla loosened her robe, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Her muscle memory was such that she didn’t even have to look while arranging and tightening the harness; she maintained eye contact with Annabel the whole time, enjoying the perplexed, attentive, nervous look on her stepmother’s face.

The strap-on was substantial – at least 10 inches long and commensurately thick – and Carla could see that Annabel was intimidated. She rubbed the shaft a few times, grinning mischievously, giving Annabel a look that said: That’s right, this thing is going inside you. Get used to it.

Carla climbed up onto the bed and let the shaft of the strap-on rest between Annabel’s breasts. She squeezed Annabel’s tits together and moved the dildo up and down between them a few times. Then she pressed the tip of the strap-on against her stepmother’s lips.

“You do know how to suck a cock, don’t you?”

Annabel gulped. She had gone down on boyfriends before – often as not just to get them off her back – and several times in the last year had been called upon to give her husband stress-reducing blowjobs. She couldn’t say she had ever enjoyed it; it was just something you did for your man, and she was nothing if not dutiful. And anyway it wasn’t really about her enjoyment – not with her husband, and not now. Taking the phallus into your mouth was a symbolic act of submission, so Annabel opened wide and let Carla push it in.


Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 7

For a long time Annabel stayed stretched out on the couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking. She didn’t get dressed, didn’t eat, didn’t move except to pull a blanket over herself as the night grew cooler.

Her life had taken a turn. A door had been opened that could not be closed. Even if she and Carla never did anything again, the fact that they had done it once was enough. She would never be able to forget that it had happened, and that it had felt so incredibly good. Her pussy tingled just thinking about it. 

She was not a frequent masturbator, but she ended up frigging herself to orgasm three times on the couch before dragging herself to bed in the wee hours. She finally fell asleep just a few minutes before Carla pulled into the driveway, home from another night of debauchery.

It was almost noon when Annabel rose. The first thought in her mind was of Carla. She walked to the window to see if her stepdaughter’s car was in the driveway; it was, so Carla must have made it back at some point. What did she do when she went out? Annabel knew that Carla had a lot of friends and went to a lot of parties, but she had no mental picture to accompany these ideas.

She was downstairs in the kitchen making tea when Carla appeared in her bathrobe. Annabel herself was fully dressed, probably overdressed; nervous about seeing Carla for the first time since their tryst, she had put on a loose, long-sleeved shirt and a big pair of sweatpants.

Annabel poured them both cups of tea, and Carla sat down to drink hers while Annabel went over to see what was in the refrigerator. When she turned back around, Carla said, “Why in the world are you dressed like that? It must be 90 degrees in here.”

“I ... I don’t know,” Annabel stuttered, shrugging.

“Take it off,” said Carla. 

Annabel didn’t know it, but this was a turning point. If she’d put up some resistance, Carla might have relented. She was testing Annabel, seeing how far she’d gotten inside her stepmother’s head.

But Annabel didn’t resist. Having Carla give her an order excited her; she felt a vibration between her legs and her nipples began to stiffen. She pulled her shirt off, folded it carefully, and put it down on the kitchen table. 

“The pants too,” instructed Carla.

Meekly, Annabel slipped out of her sweatpants, rolled them up, and sat them on top of the shirt. This left her with only a matching white lace bra and panties.

“Much better,” said Carla. “Now make me some eggs.”

And Annabel did. She could hardly believe it, but as if acting on autopilot, she made omelets with tomato, green onions, and cheddar and brought them to the table.

When they were finished eating, Annabel started clearing the dishes. Carla sat at the table, sipping tea, openly staring at Annabel’s tits and ass as she worked. Even when her back was turned, Annabel could feel Carla watching her, eyes boring into her. By the time she was finished cleaning up, she was dripping wet between the legs and her erect nipples were clearly visible through her bra.

Crooking a finger, Carla gestured for Annabel to come closer. She did. Carla pointed to the ground, and Annabel dropped to her knees. Carla untied the sash of her robe, let it fall open, and slowly spread her legs. Annabel looked up at her, and Carla nodded.

Annabel started by kissing each of Carla’s knees, which she found surprisingly soft. Then she began to work her way up the younger woman’s thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling. When she reached the top, Carla grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back, and pushed a breast into her mouth.

When her boobs felt sufficiently attended to, Carla grabbed Annabel by the hair again and pushed her stepmother’s head down between her legs. Annabel attacked Carla’s pussy with an eagerness and ferocity that took the younger woman by surprise. She let out an involuntary moan as Annabel’s tongue pushed inside her. On the whole, Annabel’s technique was better than it had been the day before – not great, but better. And what she lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

When Carla came she pushed Annabel away but held her there, kneeling on the kitchen floor. After taking a minute to recover, she said, “Again.”


Friday, January 20, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 6

Standing, Carla stripped off her T-shirt and tossed it aside. She was braless underneath, revealing firm, young breasts with nipples standing up tall and proud. She cupped them in her hands, pinching her own nipples, kind of showing off for Annabel. She knew that her boobs were one (or was it two?) of her best assets, and she’d been known to refer to them by quoting the old Seinfeld line: “They’re real, and they’re spectacular.”

Slowly and teasingly, Carla undid each button on her jeans. Soon her fly gaped open, dark brown pubic hair peeking out from underneath (she wasn’t wearing underwear either). She slid one hand down her pelvis and between her legs, coating it in her juice, which she then spread onto her tits. Bending forward, she pressed her left nipple against Annabel’s lips, which parted willingly to receive it. Carla let her suckle on that breast for awhile, then replaced it with the other one.

This was Annabel’s first taste of another woman’s pussy juice. It was an unfamiliar flavor, but not an unpleasant one – in fact, the more she tasted it, the more she liked it. She was a little disappointed when Carla’s breasts were completely clean, tasting only of young flesh and salt.

Carla wriggled out of her jeans, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. She now stood naked in front of her stepmother, who was also naked, gazing up at her with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. It was a delightful moment of anticipation, and Carla took the time to stop and savor it.

When the time was ripe, Carla climbed up onto the couch and placed one knee on either side of Annabel’s head. Annabel looked up wide-eyed, realizing what was being demanded of her. Carla stared back coolly. “You don’t get something for nothing,” she said.

Annabel, having been brought up with a very strong sense of fairness, took this to heart. But nothing in her upbringing had prepared her for the idea of performing oral sex on your stepdaughter. Also, of course, she had no experience in this area. So for a minute she just lay there staring up into Carla’s crotch, inhaling the heady scent of female arousal, taking in her first close-up view of a vagina.

“Sometime today,” said Carla.

Obediently, Annabel stuck out her tongue and took a first tentative lick. She felt Carla quiver in response, and this positive feedback was very encouraging. She ran her tongue all along the length of Carla’s slit, thrilling, suddenly, at the very wrongness of this – here she was, good girl Annabel, eating her stepdaughter’s pussy.

Carla knew without having to ask that this was Annabel’s first time, so she was very patient, enjoying the eager but somewhat clumsy way that Annabel was trying to pleasure her. Eventually she guided Annabel to her clit, and after some experimentation Annabel began to figure out what to do with it.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, Carla leaned down into 69 position. Timing her efforts carefully, she licked and sucked Annabel’s clit in such a way that they came almost simultaneously.

Carla’s orgasm was powerful, but Annabel's was cataclysmic – hands down, the best climax she'd ever had. She very nearly passed out. For a while the two of them just lay there basking in the afterglow. For Carla, there was a very satisfying sense of conquest, of a mission accomplished, in addition to the physical pleasure.

When Carla climbed off Annabel blinked a few times as if just waking up. Had it, in fact, all been a dream? It seemed impossible that it had actually happened, that she had just had sex with her stepdaughter. But there was Carla, naked, her derriere swaying as she walked toward the bathroom.

When she returned Carla quickly dressed. “I have a party to get to,” she said. She looked down at Annabel, splayed out there unmoving, her pretty face smeared with Carla’s fluids. “That was fun.” With that, she turned and was gone.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 5

For the next few minutes Annabel had a sort of out-of-body experience. It was like she was watching herself from above as Carla lifted her skirt, revealing smooth white thighs and pink cotton panties.

Carla slid her hands along Annabel’s thighs and hooked her index fingers into the waistband of Annabel’s panties on either side. As she started to pull them down, Annabel instinctively lifted her butt off the couch to help. Carla smiled to herself – this was just so easy. Her stepmother, it turned out, was a bit of a slut.

When the panties were all the way off, Carla brought them to her nose for a sniff. They were soaking wet, and Annabel’s scent was musky, strong, and delicious. Carla looked over at her stepmother's crotch. Her blond pubic hair was soft, curly, and inviting. Carla’s mouth started to water a little bit – the first taste of a new pussy was always so exciting.

Dropping the panties to the floor, Carla gripped Annabel’s knees and slowly parted them. Still watching herself from above, Annabel couldn’t believe what she was seeing. There she was, naked on the couch in her own living room as her stepdaughter knelt between her legs. Carla ran her fingers up the insides of Annabel’s thighs and gently touched the soft, pink surface of her pussy. 

Annabel gasped as a lightning bolt of pleasure flashed through her. Then she was back in her body, looking down at the top of Carla’s head as it moved forward. Annabel closed her eyes and leaned back as she felt Carla’s tongue on her belly, her hips, her abdomen. Carla’s nose traced through her pubic hair and then Carla was licking and nibbling her inner thighs as the pussy juice gushed out from between her legs.

No man had ever gotten Annabel this worked up. To be sure, not many had tried; she’d had only a few boyfriends before getting married, and none of them had much interest in anything other than their own pleasure. Her husband was a skilled lover and on those occasions when they had been together, she’d enjoyed it, but always felt that something was missing. She had never known exactly what, but now she had an inkling.

Carla stuck out her tongue and took a long, slurping taste of her stepmother’s pussy. Annabel groaned helplessly, sinking all the way back into the couch, her legs splaying open even further. Carla penetrated her with one finger and licked around it, then spread her pussy lips, revealing the bright pink of her inside walls.

Grasping Annabel around the waist, Carla turned Annabel around so she was sideways on the couch and began to aggressively tongue-fuck her. Annabel writhed, she thrashed, she gripped the couch with both hands as her stepdaughter’s tongue probed up into her most intimate places. This was a kind of pleasure she had never known before.

Carla cupped Annabel's butt cheeks and lifted her up a little so she could go in deeper. She was in a frenzy now, gobbling her stepmother’s pussy with complete abandon, but then she realized that Annabel was about to come. She didn’t want that to happen quite yet, so she backed off, wiping the girl juice from her mouth with one hand. Annabel looked down at her with pleading eyes...she had been so close, her expression said, why did you stop? It was kind of pathetic, Carla thought, and also kind of sweet.

Impulsively, Carla brought one hand to Annabel’s mouth and pushed it between her lips so she could taste herself. Annabel sucked the finger obediently. She was turning out to be such a pushover, Carla thought. It was almost disappointing.

Carla had wanted to fuck Annabel since the day they met. She had been an active – and rather promiscuous – lesbian since her early teens, and she had a particular thing for blondes with big boobs. Annabel was Carla’s Platonic ideal of what a sexy woman looked like. Even more than that, she had a softness and docility about her that Carla found enormously arousing.

And of course, the fact that she was Carla’s stepmother added a little extra thrill to it, a taste of the forbidden. In truth, though, Carla felt no real guilt about lusting after her father’s wife. Her father, to be honest, was kind of an asshole. He’d never been abusive toward her, but he was self-absorbed and emotionally unavailable. And when they divorced he’d been pretty cruel to Carla’s mother, who now lived in relative poverty back in her hometown. Carla stayed at her father’s house not because she wanted to be with him, but because the house was amazing and close to L.A., where all her friends were.

So Carla had wanted to seduce Annabel for a long time now, but wasn’t sure that it would ever be possible. Then this opportunity just dropped into her lap. She hadn’t necessarily planned to use her tryst with Kim to get to Annabel; they’d just been sunbathing, started making out, and gotten carried away. But when she looked up from between Kim’s legs and saw Annabel staring at her through the window, she knew it was time to go for it.

The look in her eyes had told Carla that Annabel was interested, that she was curious, and that she was vulnerable. So Carla had decided to act. She was pretty sure that Annabel would respond well to a bold and forceful approach...and she had been right.


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 4

The kiss started soft but soon turned aggressive. Carla’s tongue pushed into Annabel’s mouth, and Annabel felt as if she was being penetrated, violated. But she was powerless to resist and wouldn’t have anyway. It felt too good. 

Next thing Annabel knew, Carla’s hands were on her breasts. The touch was electric; Annabel felt her whole body stiffen, then relax. There was the beginning of a stirring down between her legs, a feeling of warmth and wetness that made her a little lightheaded.

Somewhere in the back of Annabel’s mind a voice was shouting, trying to get her attention. “This is wrong,” it was trying to tell her, “very very wrong!” But it was drowned out by the blood rushing through her veins as Carla squeezed her tits. Carla’s touch was somehow both possessive and tender; no one had ever touched Annabel quite that way before.

Breaking the kiss, Carla pulled Annabel’s shirt up over her head and off, and tossed it aside. Annabel was glad she’d decided to wear her nice black lace bra that day. Carla nodded approvingly and pressed her palms against Annabel’s nipples, which were hard as rocks, straining against the fabric of the bra.

Carla grinned at the effect she was having on her stepmother. Annabel’s chest was heaving, her breath was ragged, and her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. Carla leaned forward and softly bit each nipple through the fabric of the bra. Annabel moaned, the first audible sound she’d made this whole time. Her eyes were closed now, so she couldn’t see Carla's face. But if she had she’d have seen a triumphant expression that translated as “You’re mine now.”

Carla kissed Annabel on the neck while reaching around to unhook her bra. A few seconds later, the bra joined the shirt on the floor. Carla pressed Annabel’s nipples with her thumbs. She had big ones, with perfect light brown areolae. Carla wanted to taste them, so she did.

Annabel’s eyes opened again, this time to the sight of her stepdaughter suckling on her left breast. That voice inside her was screaming now – “No, no, no!” – but it was too late. Annabel wasn’t listening.


Sunday, January 8, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 3

In a state of shock, Annabel threw herself onto the bed and and stared at the ceiling. Her mind was a tangle of conflicting emotions: fear, shame, confusion, excitement.

She knew, in theory, that girls sometimes did sexual things together. But she’d never experienced it directly before. Did having seen what she’d seen make her a bad person somehow? She felt like her whole world had been turned upside down. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing, her crotch throbbing in a way that felt good but also frightening.

She stayed in bed for the whole rest of the afternoon as the sun gradually faded away. At one point she heard voices downstairs, then a door closing and a car starting as Kim left. She heard Carla moving around in the house and wondered how she could ever look her stepdaughter in the eye again after what had happened.

As evening came on Annabel heard Carla downstairs in the kitchen, and realized that she was starving. She tried not to think about it, and the harder she tried the hungrier she got. After awhile she stood up, opened the bedroom door, and stood at the top of the stairs. Something smelled wonderful: onion, garlic, tomato, oregano.

Annabel realized that she couldn’t avoid Carla indefinitely. Sooner or later they were going to have to come face to face, and it might as well be now. She took a deep breath and made her way down the stairs.

In the kitchen she found Carla, now dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, making pasta with marinara sauce. Carla greeted her matter-of-factly, seemingly preoccupied with her sauce, to which she now added a splash of red wine. Annabel could feel herself blushing, thinking of what she’d witnessed that afternoon. But Carla didn’t appear to notice, allowing Annabel to maintain a veneer of normality, for which she was grateful. She could see that the food was almost ready, so she got out plates, and in a few minutes they were sitting at the dining room table, eating and drinking wine.

They ate in silence for the most part. Annabel didn't know what to say, and Carla's mind seemed to be elsewhere. A few times their eyes met, and Carla gave Annabel a look that pierced her to her very soul. It was a look that said, “I know everything about you. I know more about you than you know about yourself.” After it had happened a few times, Annabel stopped looking up from her plate. It was more than she knew how to handle.

After dinner they loaded the dishwasher and Carla went to the bathroom. Annabel wandered into the living room and flipped on the television, paying no attention at all to what was on, just watching the pixels dance and trying not to think.

Suddenly Carla was standing in front of her, blocking out the TV. Annabel’s eyes started at Carla’s jeans and gradually moved up to her face, pausing momentarily at her breasts, which were well-displayed by her tight black T-shirt. She was standing there smiling down at Annabel, or was it sneering? Her expression was confident, unflinching, with a hint of cruelty.

For a long moment they just looked at each other. Annabel’s heart throbbed in her chest. Something was happening here...but what?

“I saw you watching us this afternoon,” said Carla. “Did you like what you saw?”

Annabel didn’t know how to respond, but she felt like she had to say something, so she just stuttered, “I...I....”

Carla put a finger to Annabel’s lips to silence her. “It’s OK,” she said.

Annabel immediately felt warm inside, relaxed, at peace. In a way it was surprising when Carla leaned down to kiss her. And in another way it felt like the most natural thing in the world.


Friday, January 6, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 2

Carla arrived in a limo from the airport in the early afternoon and enlisted both the driver and Annabel to help her with her suitcases, of which there were many. She looked beautiful, as always, but had big bags under her eyes. Almost as soon as the door closed behind her she told Annabel that she was going to bed. “Long night last night,” she said. “Loooooong night.”

She slept until about 8:00, then showered, dressed, and left for a party. She didn’t return until sometime in the wee hours, Annabel had no idea when, and stayed in bed well into the next afternoon. Upon awakening she immediately took off to have dinner with some friends, and again she was still gone when Annabel went to bed – alone, as her husband was on a week-long business trip.

This pattern continued for several days, so Annabel barely saw Carla until Sunday, when she emerged from her bedroom just as Annabel was finishing the dishes after having a late breakfast. Annabel had never seen Carla look so bedraggled – her hair was disheveled, her eyes were bloodshot, even her bathrobe looked like it had seen better days. 

Carla poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. For a minute she just sat there, holding the warm cup in both hands and staring out the window at the ocean.

“You OK?” asked Annabel.

Carla smiled wanly. “I’ll live,” she said. She sipped her coffee and sighed appreciatively.

Annabel offered to make some eggs, and Carla eagerly accepted. They chit-chatted a little, mostly Carla talking about her classes, her finals, the play she had been in at school. When Carla finished eating she stood up and said, “I’m going to take a shower. Do me a favor, if my friend Kim gets here, can you let her in?”

“Sure,” said Annabel, and Carla thanked her and walked off. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Annabel saw an Asian girl about Carla’s age, maybe a little older. She was dressed in a bikini that left very little to the imagination. In some parts of the world, this would be scandalous; in Southern California, it was just par for the course.

Annabel invited Kim in and gave her a cold drink, telling her that Carla would be down shortly. This did not turn out to be true; a half-hour later, there was still no sign of Carla. Annabel didn’t mind, though. She quite enjoyed talking to Kim, who was smart, funny, and charming, not to mention easy on the eyes. In fact Annabel was a little disappointed when Carla finally appeared at the top of the stairs.

She looked like a completely different person from before — bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, wearing a black string bikini even skimpier than Kim’s. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom barely rose above her crotch. Annabel wondered what it would be like to walk around so close to naked; she would never be so daring.

Carla and Kim shared a long, warm hug and kissed each other on the cheek. Then Carla took Kim by the hand and led to her the back door, which opened onto the deck. “We’re going to lay out,” said Carla. “See you later.”

For the next couple of hours Annabel hung out in the living room, reading, and then she had an idea: She would be a good stepmom and take the girls a snack. So she made some lemonade, peeled a couple of oranges, and added some grapes, bread, and cheese to the tray. 

Stepping outside, Annabel was momentarily blinded by the bright sun, and it took her a few seconds to realize what she was seeing. Carla and Kim were both stretched out on their deck chairs completely naked. She took it all in at a glance, noting that Carla had a perfect triangle of black pubic hair, while Kim was bald and smooth down there.

Embarrassed, Annabel started to turn back toward the house, but Carla had already opened her eyes and spotted her stepmother. “What do you have there?” she asked sweetly.

It was hard for Annabel to speak; she could feel the redness in her face. Finally she blurted out, “Just a snack,” sat the tray down, and turned to go back inside. Kim said “Thank you” and Annabel gave her a polite wave before going in.

Inside, Annabel took a deep breath and leaned against the door. Her heart was beating fast and her head was swimming. After taking a minute to settle down she went up to her bedroom and lay down in bed. She felt a little guilty, like she’d invaded the girls’ privacy, although it wasn’t her fault they’d been out there with no clothes on; she was just trying to be nice.

And there was another feeling, too, one that she didn’t have the language for. This feeling came from down between her legs. For the better part of an hour she just lay there with her eyes closed, trying and failing to think of anything but the two naked girls outside.

Finally, Annabel found herself standing up and walking over to the window. The bedroom faced west and the deck was immediately below. Again, it took a few seconds for Annabel’s eyes to adjust to the sunlight, but when they did, what she saw shocked her.

Carla was on top of Kim, but facing the opposite direction. Kim’s legs were spread, revealing a bright pink pussy that gleamed in the midday sun. As Annabel watched, Carla extended her tongue and ran it down the length of Kim’s slit.

Annabel tried to turn away but she couldn’t. She had never seen anything like this before, and the funny feeling between her legs returned with a vengeance. She just stood there, stunned, watching her stepdaughter finger and lick the Asian girl’s pussy. Underneath, Kim squirmed. Only her bottom half and the top of her head were visible; the rest of her was covered by Carla’s body.

As if in a trance, Annabel gazed out the window for what seemed like hours. The spell was only broken when Carla lifted her head from between her friend’s legs, looked straight into Annabel’s eyes, and smiled.


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 1

I’ve been publishing this series for a while now on Wattpad, but it doesn’t seem to have caught on there. So I’m going to move it here, starting from the beginning. If you haven’t seen it, which you probably haven’t, I hope you enjoy it. –AL

Annabel had been married to Carla’s father for less than a year, and they hadn’t spent much time together before Carla came home for the summer. She had just finished her junior year in college, and usually spent the summers with her father – or at least at her father's house, as he was never around much.

Carla’s father, Annabel’s husband, was an extremely wealthy businessman 25 years Annabel’s senior. At the wedding everyone had been whispering “trophy wife,” and you could see why: Annabel was a gorgeous honey blonde with big breasts and an ass that turned heads. Her face was dominated by enormous, glittering blue eyes that gave her a doe-eyed, innocent look. Men went crazy for Annabel, and though she knew this, she didn’t have an ego about it; she’d never consciously set out to use her looks to advance herself, though it had certainly worked out that way.

Originally from a small town in Minnesota, Annabel had gotten a job as a secretary in a small remote office of the company owned by her now-husband. She had always wanted to live in California, and when she saw a job opening in Los Angeles on an internal job board, she’d applied. To her surprise, she’d gotten the job, and although her family had expressed some misgivings, she’d packed up and moved to L.A.

As fate would have it, less than a year later she was assigned to a team that was working on a big merger. In that capacity she found herself working directly with the company’s owner, and he had taken a shine to her. They had ended up working long hours together, with Annabel singled out for important tasks way above her pay grade. After the merger was completed successfully he had asked her out for a date.

Next thing Annabel knew she was living in a mansion overlooking the ocean in Malibu. Often she found herself sitting outside, staring out at the water, wondering how she’d gotten here. It was a strange life – she had everything a person could ask for, but often found herself lonely. Her husband had insisted that she quit her job, but he himself was working harder than ever, managing a company that had undergone rapid growth in recent years. He spent a lot of time on the road, and even when he was at home, he usually left early and came home late.

This left Annabel without a lot to do. At least she had housecleaning to occupy her – her husband had wanted her to hire a maid, but she had insisted that she could take care of her own home; it was a point of pride for her. But even in a house as big as theirs that only took up so many hours of the day. Most of the rest of her time was taken up by maintaining her physical appearance: running, swimming, going to Pilates and yoga classes, keeping her tan just the perfect shade of light brown.
Annabel didn’t mind being thought of as a trophy wife – after all, her husband was an important man who worked very hard. Why shouldn’t he have a trophy? And why should she be ashamed of wanting to live well?

Still, she found it frustrating that so much of the time, there was no one around to appreciate her. She wasn’t vain, but she had eyes – there were lots of mirrors in the house, and what they showed was a sexy woman in the prime of life who was going to waste. After the first week of their marriage, her sex life with her husband had been practically nonexistent. When they were together, he always seemed to be tired, or preoccupied with some business drama or other.

That particular part of it didn’t bother her so much Annabel had never really enjoyed sex — she had desires, she got turned on, but in practice it had always been disappointing. She’d had only a few boyfriends before getting married, and never had an orgasm with another person in the room. She did masturbate now and again, but furtively and with a sense of shame. She’d been taught that it was sinful and unhealthy, and although she didn’t really rationally believe that, she’d never been able to relax and enjoy it.

She sometimes wondered if her husband was spending time with other women on the road or in the office. She didn’t think so, but she had no way of knowing for sure. For the most part, she trusted him; he had never been unkind to her, just a little neglectful. And after all, it was his hard work that made him successful and allowed them to live the way they did.

Annabel was both excited and nervous at the prospect of having Carla there for the summer. On the one hand, she looked forward to having some company. She didn’t have many friends, and outside of exercise and mandatory social events with her husband, she spent a lot of time alone.

On the other hand, although Carla was a decade younger, Annabel had always found her intimidating. She was a good six inches taller than Annabel’s 5-foot-3, with an athletic build, raven-black hair, and piercing pale green eyes. She was also extremely smart and worldly, with a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor. Annabel still felt in many ways like the small-town girl she was, even though her marriage had catapulted her into a world of wealth and privilege.

The two of them had never spent much time together, so Annabel knew Carla mostly by reputation. People in the family talked about her with a mixture of admiration and disapproval; the word that came up a lot was “wild,” though no one ever said exactly what that meant. She was the daughter of her father’s first wife, a model and notorious party girl who did not seem to have spent much time being a mom.

Carla seemed to have mostly raised herself. Annabel knew that she had gotten in trouble a few times as a teen – smoking pot at school, using her father’s sports car without permission, that kind of thing – but in recent years she had pulled herself together. She got good grades in school, and if she was  still misbehaving, she was smart enough now not to get caught at it.

Annabel had to admit, she was jealous of Carla. She had never gone to college, and it seemed like a great way to live; just going to class and hanging out with people your own age. In truth, she had only the vaguest idea of what went on there. Maybe now she’d get a chance to find out.