Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 28

Carla woke up feeling well-rested, refreshed, and ready for action. But Courtney was curled up with her head resting on Carla’s shoulder, and Carla let her sleep on, pondering possible plans for the day.

A few minutes later Courtney stirred and, realizing where she was, looked a little sheepish. Straight girls like her, after all, didn’t wake up naked next to another female.

Reading Courtney’s expression, Carla spoke up. “Courtney, this ridiculous....” She searched for the right word. “This charade of yours has to stop. Admit what you are. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Carla pulled off the sheet that was covering her and spread her legs, revealing a ripe pink pussy glistening with arousal. “Look at this,” she said to Courtney. “Isn’t it beautiful? Don’t you want to taste it?”

Courtney gulped. On the one hand, it was still very hard for her to admit she was a lesbian. She had been in denial so long that it was second nature by this point. On the other hand...her mouth was watering looking at that delicious cunt.

It was true, she realized. Who was she fooling? Certainly not Carla, who understood her better than she understood herself. There was no point resisting anymore. Courtney rolled over and crawled down between Carla’s legs.

Just then Carla looked over at the doorway and saw Annabel peering curiously from around the corner. Carla gestured for her to approach and had her climb up onto the bed. Soon Annabel was sitting on Carla’s face as Courtney licked her. So far the day was going very, very well.

* * *

Later that morning, after Courtney had gone home, Carla got a message from her friend Frieda in San Diego. Frieda’s family was going out of town for a couple days and she wanted Carla to come down and hang out. They had a beautiful house on the water, so Carla readily accepted.

Frieda was a platonic friend, not a lover, so it didn’t really make sense for Carla to bring Annabel along. And anyway this seemed like a good time to let Annabel miss her a little bit. So when Carla took off in the midafternoon, Annabel was once again left to her own devices.

After watching Carla’s car disappear around the bend, Annabel decided to finally take a shower. She had been enjoying the cloud of sex-and-sweat smell that enveloped her, but now she was beginning to feel kind of grimy.

In the bathroom she took off everything except for her collar and stood for a minute looking at herself in the mirror, thinking. Was she supposed to take the collar off to shower? She figured that she was; it was way too nice of an item to get wet. After spreading out a hand towel on the counter, she removed the collar and carefully laid it down.

She took a long, hot shower, daydreaming, thinking of all that had transpired in recent days. She pictured Courtney tied spread-eagled on the dining room table and shook her head; she’d never have imagined that such things would one day take place in her home.

The first thing Annabel did after drying off was to put her collar back on. She checked herself out in the mirror again. Her exercise regimen was really paying off; she was tight and toned, with a narrow waist that accentuated her hips and bust. She turned and inspected her rear end. It had just the right amount of meat on it these days — when she slapped it, it jiggled pleasingly and then quickly came to rest.

After dressing, she cleaned up what remained of the previous night’s mess and generally tidied up around the house. She read for awhile, made herself dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed early.

That night she had a weird dream. Carla had tied her naked to the bed — that part wasn’t so weird anymore. But instead of doing anything to her, Carla left the room and returned a minute later with a TV news cameraman. A reporter appeared, then another cameraman; soon the room was full of people with cameras and reporters talking into microphones.

Annabel couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was obvious that they were talking about her. She felt horribly embarrassed knowing that she was being broadcast, that her family back home could see her current state of sexual servitude. But at the same time it was terribly exciting; when she woke she had to rub herself to orgasm before she could get up and start her day.


1 comment:

  1. So, I'm all caught up now through April and this, your third story I've become familiar with, and cannot Help but wonder How to send you my Dr.s' bills; one for my carpal tunnel... and one for the little guy down low. HA.
    Your Annabel reads like so many other possible women, starting down that simple Normal, Norman Rockwell life. Grow up, latch onto a 'Man', and be a wife, because `society` colors our perceptions towards what Should be, not what Can be.
    Carla has her learning of so many new things, and these last few with Courtney shows her what its like to lead and not just follow. I wonder when she opens herself up to Dylan which way she chooses?
    As she understands the ultimate answer to any question she begins to contemplate for any future can be boiled down to simply `Can I get Pleasure from this act?`, I can see the husband being dropped like the bad habit he sounds like.
    Ah, but do you have Annabel and Carla riding off into the sunset, or just accepting the joys where they find them?
    You have Such a wonderful open mind with how you create your scenes and your characters. Thank you.
    Minion of Solitude. DGH. SSG, retired.